InnocenceForSale.com/ Bree, page 6
“When I took out the Mendolini crime family for Raffaello, I found her waiting in a warehouse for me.”
“How’d she get there?” Bree asked.
“Well, it seems to me that the Mendolini crime family probably knew something about where Don Mancini’s body ended up. Something the director of the movie didn’t know. He’s probably next to Hoffa. I knew right away when I saw her, I knew where she came from. There was no mistaking her. It was the Mendolini’s greatest crime that she was sitting there collecting dust for almost twenty years.”
“I’ll say,” said Bree, rounding the back corner of the car.
“Since then, I’ve been over her with a fine-tooth comb. I replaced all the electrics, replaced a few things with stronger and lighter materials that weren’t available to Mancini in the seventies, like the bulletproof windows, and updated the interior a little to go with the new electronic systems I installed. She was already perfect, but that was enough to make her mine, to bring the greatest car the greatest crime family ever owned into the new millennium.”
“You two should get a room,” Bree teased.
I smirked and steered the discussion back to Bree’s interests. “She’d still got that ludicrously big, powerful engine from back in the days when the solution to everything was bigger displacement. ‘They’ve got a 396? We’ll make a 454!’ And it just gets crazier from there. If you walked into the room when they were designing cars back then and you dropped a word like ‘aerodynamics’ they’d look at you like you’d suggested the wheels should be made out of marshmallows or something. But we need all that power. She weighs more than the average 1st Generation Camaro.”
Bree brought her finger to her lips as she came around the other rear corner of the car. “Shhh. Don’t talk about a lady’s weight. She’s athletic.”
“She sure is. She’s got a reinforced chassis, and every panel can stop a bullet.”
“I remember that! I remember rolling around on the mechanic’s trolley—”
“The creeper,” I said.
“Ugh… I don’t like to call it that. Creeper kind of means something else these days.”
“What?”
“Don’t worry about it. Just be glad I didn’t call it a skateboard with a pillow. Anyway, I remember when I rolled under Cammy, and rolled under one of the other cars and saw how much more metal she seemed to have. I asked you about it.”
“You always had a great eye for how things were built, how they worked. I guess you still want to be an engineer?”
Bree’s face faltered for a second. “Yeah, I guess. That ship seems to be sailing for me. I gave up on it, recently. I settled on just getting out.”
The sight of Bree’s bruised face in the pictures on her phone flashed through my mind and I saw red again. As if I didn’t have enough reasons to make Antonio hurt.
Once I had him in my possession, I was going to take my time on him. I was going to do some reading, find something that had been deemed to cruel for even the dark ages, and then make it even worse for him.
He’d taken from me, yes. He’d taken a lot. But he’d beaten on Bree’s body, beaten on her dreams. He’d bought himself a new level of agony.
I looked at the way Bree was putting on a brave face, trying to hide the pain that had been stirred up by the reminder of giving up her lifelong goal of engineering. It was up to me to remind her that things had changed since I won her auction.
“Hop in.”
Bree opened the passenger door and pulled it closed behind her with a heavy-metal kathunk. I put our bags in the trunk and then slid into the driver’s seat.
I put the key in the ignition and then flipped the various kill-switches to the only combination that would allow the car to start. Before I pressed the ignition button, I paused and turned to Bree.
“This car is fucking magic,” I said. “She can do anything. I only take her out on special occasions, when it’s personal. She never sets a wheel wrong. You believe it?”
“That she never sets a wheel wrong?”
“No, that she’s magic.”
“Uh…”
“Ask Cammy if you’re going to be an engineer,” I said.
“Uh…” Bree repeated, this time with a look that questioned my sanity.
“Go on, do it.”
Bree sighed. “Hey… Cammy… am I going to be an engineer?”
I pressed the button and the car started up almost before it had turned over a single time. With a gentle push of the accelerator, the engine roared like a monster, the rumble echoing off the walls in the large open space.
“I think that’s a yes, and I promise you, that V8 is going to be one of the last things Antonio ever hears.”
Bree smiled like the Mona Lisa as I put the car into gear and let it creep forward. Even that little upturn of the lips was enough to light up her face. I hoped she’d just regained at least a little of what had been taken away from her.
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“Wait here, I won’t be long,” said Andrew after parking Cammy out of the way in some kind of major distribution center, not too far outside Hampton.
Trucks and vans of all sizes were constantly coming and going, carrying their loads to every corner of the country. It seemed incredibly busy for this time of night, but maybe it was the kind of operation that never slept.
I reached behind my head and pointed my toes as I stretched out as much as possible. Considering how far we’d driven today, I was still feeling pretty comfortable. Cammy’s V8 rumble travelled through the seats and massaged my back as we went, almost like a lover’s intimate touch.
Andrew approached a guy with a clipboard and asked him something. The guy turned around and pointed towards one of the buildings and Andrew set off in that direction.
I shook my head at the thought of him asking me if I remembered Cammy. As if I could forget!
Little did Andrew know, but I had my first orgasm in this car. I was by myself in the middle back seat, he’d been driving, and my mom was in the front passenger seat I was now sitting in.
It was an important day for him, the day he was to be officially recognized as the head of the former Trevisano crime family. I supposed that was why he drove Cammy in the first place.
That day had been my second ride in the old Chevy. The first one was mostly lost to memory because I was so young and couldn’t remember anything more than a big, loud, gray car. The second one, though, boy was that ride burned in my memory.
My typically aloof teenage demeanor had been quickly changed as Andrew drove us to the ceremony. The engine rumble transferred through the seat, and it seemed like there was no escaping it.
It hummed against me in a way I’d never experienced before that day, and soon I didn’t want to escape it anymore. The more I leaned forward, the more the thrumming of the engine seemed to hit my most sensitive spot.
Andrew had said he couldn’t be prouder than to be bringing his girls to the big event. My mind changed it from “his girls” to “his girl” as the growing pleasure between my legs cut away at the mental bonds that normally restrained me from thinking about my mom’s husband in that way.
Leaning forward as I was, I had reached out to put my hand on the back of Andrew’s seat, my fingertips just brushing his shoulder. He glanced at me, but I pretended I was just getting a better look out the front window at where we were going.
My eyes darted from the side of his head, to his eyes in the rearview mirror, and occasionally I stole a worried peek in my mother’s direction in case she became suspicious of my sitting position. She never did, instead mostly staring out the passenger window.
Cammy had worked her magic on me, and when my eyes locked with Andrew’s in the mirror for the tiniest fraction of a second, it was enough to push me over the edge. I threw myself back in my seat and fought against the primal instinct to scream my pleasure as my first climax took me by surprise.
Fortunately, Andrew hadn’t checked the traffic behind him again in those moments. He was never any wiser as to what had transpired. Neither was my mom, and that was for the best.
In the distance, I spotted Andrew exiting the building he’d been directed to by the man with the clipboard and walking back in my direction. He was easy to spot, standing head and shoulders above most men and especially well-dressed in this blue-collar environment.
My fingers gently trailed along the leather of my seat as I watched him approach. I supposed Andrew had always been the man I’d compared everybody else to. Ever since that day in Cammy, or maybe even before.
A funny thought crossed my mind. Cammy was, without a shadow of a doubt, a girl. Did that make me bisexual? The corner of my mouth raised a little. Considering how Andrew spoke about her, and what I’d felt, the idea was only slightly absurd.
The memory and Andrew’s approaching form made me feel more than a little bit frisky. He had a presence that seemed to make the world get out of his way as he walked.
It didn’t hurt that I now knew exactly what he was packing under those clothes, since he’d face-fucked me with his concealed weapon. He’d said that it was up to me whether I wanted to do what I needed to do to collect my fee from Innocence For Sale. Well, after I recovered from my shock and accepted that he never wanted to kill me… there was little doubt in my mind about what I wanted to do.
Unfortunately, since then, he had been almost entirely business-orientated, heading back to Pulbridge to get what he needed, grilling me about 1765 Frosty Lane and everybody and everything he might find in the place. Now we were only about a half an hour away.
Half an hour until he had his revenge, until I had my revenge, and some wrongs were put right. Antonio wouldn’t stand a chance against Andrew, yet I still had a sense of danger approaching. Why was that, when for the first time in my life I had all the advantages on my side?
Andrew opened the door and slid into the driver’s seat. My fears instantly turned to excitement as soon as a fresh waft of his cologne hit my nose and I felt his hard bicep under the palm of my hand when I rested it on his arm.
“What was that all about?” I asked.
“This is one of the ways I transport a lot of things around the country safely. I got a guy here, Mike, who runs it for me and I just needed to let him know that I’ll need discreet transport for one bleeding adult human male back to Pulbridge tonight.”
“You’re keeping him alive?” I asked.
“For a while.”
“Is it a good idea to let him out of your sight since you’ve spent such a long time looking for him?”
“Once he’s been packaged up, it’s a lot lower risk to ship him in a truck than have him in the car with us,” Andrew said. “Just my luck there’d be a routine traffic stop and the cop would insist on looking in the trunk. No thanks. I’ll send him straight to a safe place. Somewhere I can take my time.”
Andrew flicked the kill-switches to the appropriate settings and started up the car. I shifted my hand from his arm down to his leg as he drove out the gate again, a move that didn’t go unnoticed.
He stole a glance out of the corner of his eye as he brought the car from the road that led to the distribution hub out on to the main road into Hampton, but didn’t move my hand away. I slid it a little higher on his leg.
Andrew reached down and brought my hand to his inner thigh, where I felt the shaft of his cock through his pants. If I’d had my hand on this for my first orgasm, I might well have exploded into a little mushroom cloud back there.
“I want you to be my first. I always did,” I said.
“Now?” he asked.
“Yes. When they see me… I want them to know I’m yours. All yours.”
I wanted my next orgasm to be like my first, in Cammy’s back seat. Could Andrew resist taking my virginity in a threesome with Cammy before he took his revenge on my mother?
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Andrew pulled into a quiet road just inside Hampton, where there was only barely enough light for me to make out his features. I concentrated on the feel of him under my fingers, the smell of him, and the sexual heat radiating from his skin.
“Do you want to be my first too?” I asked, wondering if he wanted me as much as I wanted him, or if it was solely about the revenge.
He didn’t answer with words, instead he tilted his head and his lips crossed the small gap that separated our mouths.
I’d had a couple boyfriends before my mom ruined our lives. They normally didn’t last long once they realized who my step-father was. It was just too scary a proposition for a teenage boy. Andrew didn’t need to be polishing a shotgun when I brought a boy home for him to be intimidating. The reputation was enough.
It was a little ironic, the role Andrew had unknowingly played in preserving my virginity, knowing it was my innocence that had brought us back together. Not to mention that he had always been my secret fantasy, and now things had worked out that he could take what I so badly wanted to give him.
The kisses from those boyfriends had always had such a frantic feel about them, as if they needed to start and finish every kiss in record time in case I changed my mind about it. They didn’t take any time to savor each kiss, to feel the way our lips fit and moved together.
Andrew was experienced and in a few short seconds taught me that sometimes less truly was more.
I concentrated on the feel of him. His lips on mine, his hand gently pressing on the back of my head, and the tip of his tongue, just barely touching mine, almost as if he was trying to lure my tongue into his mouth. I took the bait and slowly pushed my tongue forward to swirl around his. After a while our lips parted, but we remained so close they were very near to touching.
“I want you, Bree.”
I closed my eyes, letting the words wash over me. They were exactly what I’d been waiting to hear. I certainly never expected to hear them from Andrew, but I knew what I wanted.
“Yes.” I whispered.
With my permission secured, Andrew didn’t waste more time with words, instead pressing his lips to mine once more. I returned his kiss with more passion as I let my hands roam over his muscular frame. It felt like a kiss that was going to lead further.
Andrew’s hand ran through the length of my glossy hair and tenderly cupped one of my breasts. I felt a hint of self-consciousness. In the hotel in Hapford City, everything had happened so fast, and, as far as I knew, it was simply some anonymous rich man using me.
It was different now. This was the long-held object of my desire, the man I wanted approval from above all others. The only man that mattered. I couldn’t handle it if he wasn’t as enthralled by my body as I was by his.
“Do you like touching me?” I asked, parting our mouths to get the question out.
“You’re perfect, Bree.” He said, and I blushed, then smiled, resuming our kiss and pressing my chest into his palm. I felt the warmth of his hand through my shirt and I wanted more. I took his hand from my breast and slipped it up under my shirt, Andrew placed it back on my tit and gave a squeeze. I half moaned in pleasure and half squeaked in surprise at the grope.
From under my shirt, Andrew pulled one cup of my bra down, exposing the breast he had been fondling. With a finger and thumb he gave my nipple a pinch, gently at first, but with rising pressure. I gasped at the unexpected pleasure it ignited in my body, the contrast between pain and pleasure was confusing and intoxicating at the same time.
Andrew broke off our kiss and retracted his hand from my shirt, using it to unclip my seatbelt. Without a word he unzipped his pants and pulled out his semi-hard dick. I wasn’t sure what to do, so he guided me.
Reaching to the back of my head with his hand that was closest to me, he pulled me towards him and downwards. I had to shuffle my knees up on to my seat to get my body up over the center-console of the car. I descended inexorably towards my second blowjob. Before I made contact with it, I licked my lips, hoping it would let his cock slide easier.
I opened my mouth as Andrew continued pushing on my head and felt it enter me, coming to rest on my tongue. I closed my lips on his shaft, forming a seal, and thought back to yesterday morning, and Ada’s lessons on blowjobs. I wanted this to be the best head Andrew ever had.
I swirled my tongue around the head of his cock, feeling the bumpy texture of its ridge, and then paid close attention to the underside of the head, flicking and rubbing my tongue across it, which caused the whole thing to twitch in my mouth.
I heard Andrew gasp above me. “Holy shit, that feels good, Bree, keep going.”
I began bobbing my head up and down on his cock between my swirls and flicks and it soon became completely engorged, sticking out from his pants
It was very dark and I could barely see anything now that all the lights from the dashboard were turned off. I could have been sucking anybody’s dick anywhere for all my eyes could tell me. My other senses heightened in response to the deprivation of sight, as they had yesterday. My tongue remembered every bump and curve of his cock.
My perfume mixed with Andrew’s cologne and the simple pine-scented thing hanging from his rear-view mirror and combined with the undertones of the natural smells our bodies were making. That pine smell, so iconic, when mixed with everything else screamed out as if it were a neon sign: ‘TEEN GETTING FUCKED IN A CAR’. Only, one of us was in his forties.
Andrew undid his seatbelt and I was forced to relinquish my place on his cock so the belt could retract itself.
“Hop in the back, you sexy little bitch,” he said.
I clambered awkwardly over the front seats, it wasn’t easy in the dark. When I was in the back I could just make out Andrew leaning over the passenger seat to pull the handle that made it tilt forward. Then he climbed into the back, even more awkwardly than I had, and pulled the equivalent handle on the driver seat, giving us as much room as possible in the cramped space.
