Joe Gangster

Fridays
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Joe woke up; his cock was hard, as it nestled between Molly’s ass cheeks.  Joe squeezed her nipples with his finger tips and ran his hands lightly down her body to Molly’s pussy.  He gave Molly a gentle squeeze, adjusted himself, and thrust his cock forward.  Molly gave a surprised yelp as she felt her back passage being penetrated.

Although a little uncomfortable at first, once Molly relaxed she thrilled to the sensations, her body tingled and yearned for more, her pussy throbbed as Joe’s fingers probed the warm wetness of her womanhood.  Molly pushed back on Joe’s cock.  Joe’s fingers found her clit and started to toy with her.  She was in ecstasy.   Joe was a mobster and she was his moll. Molly loved living on the edge.  She started bucking uncontrollably as Joe’s fingers moved faster and faster over her clit. She moaned loudly and swore like a trooper as she always does just as she comes.

Joe’s fingers probed inside her pussy, she was so sensitive she could hardly stand it, but she came again, and again as Joe flipped her over onto her belly as he rolled on top of her and began fucking her ass good and hard.  He thrust in and out and Molly pressed her pussy into the bed, her hands squeezing her tits as she screamed like a banshee.  No, Molly did not come quietly.  Joe’s rhythm became ragged as he felt himself get bigger and bigger and then his cock exploded squirting cum deep inside Molly’s delicious ass.  He came for what seemed like minutes before collapsing breathless on top of Molly.

Today was Election Day.  This would be Joe’s 8th presidential election.  He was 47 years old.  He had voted the straight republican ticket all of his life, but today he was troubled.  This last administration had been totally incompetent.   They had picked a fight that they could not win.   They had let Wall Street run out of control.  Joe prided himself that there was no one alive who had failed to pay back one of his loans. His terms of 35% per week compound were very generous he thought.  Maybe he should give some of these bankers a call.  They were such pussies.

They had showered, dressed, and had breakfast before Joe called to have the car brought round.  Molly was wearing a tight white skirt and a white jacket.  Joe insisted that she always wore a skirt with stockings and a garter belt.  Today Molly decided to go commando.   Joe loved to run his hands up her legs and over her stocking tops.

Two minute later they were sitting in a black Lincoln stretch limo.  Leather seats, drinks cabinet, TV, and most importantly darkened bullet proof windows, pretty much the same specification as that of the president of the USA.  Joe took his duty to vote seriously, but he did not like to back losers.

“Who are you going to elect president, Joe?” Molly asked.  “I think today it has got to be the democrat” Joe answered, letting his eyes feast on Molly’s long legs.  She had the most wonderful legs, shapely, athletic, just enough muscle to be sexy, and they went all the way from the ground to her heavenly pussy, and deliciously tight ass.  “The republicans today have no respect, no ideas, and no class and cannot be trusted”.  Molly sensed that Joe was about to start one of his famous rants.

Molly got up and sat opposite him, opening her legs slightly so that he could see the whites of her thighs above her stocking tops, but not quite enough to see what she wasn’t wearing.  She loved to flirt and she knew from the bulge in his pants that Joe loved it too.

“If I had run my organization like this last lot of bozos, I would either be dead or lying naked and hungry in the gutter.   Thousands of brave American fighting men wasted on a lie.  Useless bankers handed my tax dollars for screwing up. It makes me mad. Then to top it all they try and smooth it all over with a fumbling old Muppet and a caribou Barbie.  At least the other guy sounds educated and has some clue about reality.  If these fuckin republicans don’t get their fuckin act together for the next election then I am going to have to stand myself.”

Molly enjoyed Joe’s rants, although sometimes, if she disagreed with him she would just get up, push him onto his back and sit on his face.  Joe would continue to rant, but his efforts would generally recede and his tongue would start to do the talking.  On other occasions Joe just seemed so powerful, so immense, that she just wanted to jump him. She wasn’t entirely sure if he gave himself a hard-on or if it appeared instantaneously as she mounted him.

Luckily, the car had stopped and Jed was holding the door open.  Joe looked at Molly and smiled.  “You wouldn’t mind if I were president?”  “No darling, you have more brains, more class, and more integrity than the entire Washington mob put together”.

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