CALL ME: Part 4 of 4

The culmination of Laureen's journey from bored housewife to glamorous *********.


CALL ME: PART FOUR


"Knickles says you're a good fuck." Angelo said to the beaming redhead.

After her encounter with Knickles, word had spread in the small town’s business community. Ken told his favorite retailer Noah Goldman, who had a family of four, was a leader in the local synagogue, but who loved a good piece of ass as much as the next man. Noah mentioned it to his banker Josh Lewis. Josh wasn’t into prostitutes, but that didn’t keep him from telling his old college buddy Angelo Casitglione. Angelo was rumored to have connections and had done some favors for Josh from time to time. So he felt he owed him a chance to score the hot new housewife *********.

Angelo had asked Laureen to meet him at his house. She expected to find him there alone. To her surprise, he was there with his wife Nina, a lovely, elegant brunette. He introduced Laureen as a business associate, then escorted her to his den in the basement.

Angelo was a beefy dark haired man who looked every bit like a Sicilian strongman. Only his family and closest friends knew that he wasn’t in any way connected with organized crime. He’d sworn them all to secrecy. The way he figured it, the more dangerous the general public thought he was, the more he could get away with. The Feds had investigated the rumors and knew he was clean, so he had nothing to lose by feeding the stereotype. Besides, he enjoyed playing the bad guy, especially with women.

He had already gotten away with fucking Dee without paying by promising to “hook her up” with some friends from out of town. He’d spent the afternoon at her house carrying or dragging her from one room to another until he’d had her in every room but the pantry. When he left her, she was lying limp and panting on the living room couch bathed in sweat.

“I can hardly wait to entertain your friends” she said with a wicked gleam in her eyes.

Now, here he was with the other hot new ********* in town; the glamorous redhead he’d been hearing about.

"Yes, Ken and I had a great time. I think it's safe to say he enjoyed himself." Laureen boasted.

"The way I hear it, baby, you’re the best piece of ass he ever had. That’s saying something. That fucker gets around, know what I mean? But uh.. I think he definitely got the better end of the bargain. With me...well, you might want to pay me when I’m done, bitch." Castiglione announced.

Laureen only smiled confidently, trying to keep the upper hand. He did fuck Dee’s brains out. Maybe he’s not bullshitting. This could be the best sex of my entire life...and I get paid for it. If I don’t lose my head.
A tingle of anticipation ran through her, as she sauntered over to him as slowly as she could manage.

"What about Nina?" Laureen asked, nodding pointing toward the ceiling “She might hear.”

"I took care of her this morning. She's had all the Italian sausage she can handle for a while." Angelo grinned, "Now get your fucking clothes off, before I rip 'em off."

Dee had told Laureen they might have to accommodate Castiglione in exchange for protection or referrals. She didn’t like the idea of not getting paid. She was a prostitute now, after all. And fucking this scum bag with his wife nearby was a little unsettling. But he wasn’t the kind of man people said no to. Obediently Laureen began removing her clothes as Castiglione watched critically.

Laureen could see the approval in Angelo's eyes as she removed her D cup bra and allowed her large, mounds to bounce free. His eyes lingered on her tits for a long time as she turned and caressed them and pinched her nipples, making them stiffen and flush deep pink. His penetrating gaze followed her hands down her flat abdomen as she slid her fingers into her panties and slid them down her slender legs.
She left her heels on for effect and stood tall and proud, naked before him.

"What do you think?" she asked striking a pose for him.

"I think you'll do,” Angelo said with a smirk.

“I hear you're a good cocksucker... Let’s see how good."

Jesus, what is it about all these guys wanting to get their dicks sucked? Laureen wondered if Angelo's trophy wife upstairs would not put a dick in her mouth for fear of being called a slut. Well I guess that’s what hookers and *********s are for.

"Well Angelo, I've had no complaints!" Laureen smiled walking over the where he sat on the overstuffed sofa.

“That’s ‘Mister Castiglione’ to you, bitch.” He snorted. “Now get busy with Mister Italian Sausage!”. He grabbed her firmly by the shoulders and pushed downward.

Laureen dropped to her knees before him as she began to rummage in his trousers for his cock. She found it quickly, felt it stiffening in her hand, and wrestled it out into the open. Angelo was not big but his cock was thick and would be a mouthful. As he amused himself with her breasts, she lowered her mouth over his erection.

Castiglione grunted his approval as Laureen swallowed his thick dick. It filled her mouth completely and she had to suppress a gag as he pushed it deep into her mouth. She caressed his belly with her left hand while her right thumb and fingers encircled the Italian's thick shaft. Her lips sealed him into her mouth as she sucked the stranger's cock.

Laureen's tongue explored Castiglione's fleshy rod while she maneuvered him into position to enter her throat. She decided she liked his thick 'Italian sausage' just fine, especially the nice smooth mushroom head. Laureen imagined what it was going to feel like in her pussy as she felt his strong hands grab the back of her head and entwine her hair in his fists.

Castiglione skull fucked her deep and hard without compassion, driving his dick deep into her mouth with each rough thrust and grinding into her face. He yanked her head away just long enough to let her gasp for air and watch the thick strands of drool hang from his cock like a giant spider web on a dewy morning before driving it back into her throat. The prettier the girl’s face, the more roughly he wanted to fuck it.

Laureen was the prettiest whore he’d ever seen, so he used her mercilessly, fucking her face for a good ten minutes until she was a gasping, drooling, mess, He looked down at her, and smiled. Laureen returned his gaze. Her mascara was running, her lipstick was smeared and her chin was wet with pre-cum and drool. But her green eyes were ablaze with passion. The bitch loved it as much as he did. She looked up at him and licked her lips in anticipation, sensing what was coming next.

“Yeah, baby, hold that pose, I got somethin for ya.” Angelo said. His voice had taken on a raspy edge and he was breathing faster.

Guess I'm Not gonna get to take it in the throat with this guy. There’s no way I’m getting around letting this bastard cum all over my face. And if I ask him to put on a condom, he'll probably just beat the shit out of me. The thought sent a tremor of fear through her that left her even wetter.
Jesus, what the fuck is wrong with me?. Oh God, here it comes...

He raised his hips, jerking his cock just inches from her face. The mushroom head was a deep purple now and swelled slightly just before the first blast of thick, white dick sauce erupted into her open mouth and splashed hard against the back of her throat. She gagged a little then gulped it down just as the second spurt splashed across her face leaving a trail of warm wetness from cheek to chin. She held her gaze upward and gave Angelo her best “fuck me” look while he pumped his load all over her face and into her mouth. She rolled her tongue around so he could get a good look at the puddle collecting in her mouth. When he had squeezed the last drop out into her mouth, she gulped it down and slowly ran her tongue around her lips, licking and sucking the rest loudly into her mouth.

“Oh, I do hope you’re not done with me yet Mister Caglione. I was rather hoping to ride that monster for a little while” she said in her most sophisticated manner, casually wiping more cum from her cheeks and chin.

Angelo snorted “Fuck, pretty bitch, we’re just gettin' started! Damn, you look hot with my cum all over your face!” Angelo breathed. Laureen smiled and sucked his cock back into her mouth, doing her best to drain the last of his jizz.

“Yeah that's it, bitch. Get every last fucking drop!” He let Laureen suck it for a while longer before roughly grabbing her by the hair and pulling her head backward, freeing his cock and leaving her gazing helplessly upward.

"On the floor bitch! Assume the position. Face on the ground, ass in the air. I'm gonna wreck that sweet little housewife pussy!" Castiglione ordered as she lay on her back across the sofa.

Rough sex was not usually part of Laureen's repertoire but she felt unable to deny the Italian mobster his pleasure. Dutifully she kneeled before and then lay prostrate, pressing her naked tits against the carpeted floor. The thin carpet didn't provide much cushion for her knees. and for a moment she thought she might protest or ask for a pillow.

Before she could get the words out, a sharp pang of pain flashed through her mind as he slapped her ass hard.

She felt Angelo slide his still-hard cock between her cheeks and nestles against her drenched labia. She felt a brief sense of shame as she realized how wet she was. It burned hotter when Angelo slid the head of his cock all around her swamped mound and laughed at her.

“Damn, baby you're pussy lips are almost as wet as the ones I just creamed. You're just dying for some hard Italian sausage up your cunt, ain't you, bitch?”

Laureen tried to bury her face in the floor. A pathetic whimper was all she could muster in response, but she involuntarily pushed back against him, her body making a silent, submissive request. Her body was begging for his cock. That wasn't good enough for Angelo. He slapped her ass hard and barked at her just as sharply.

“Answer me, bitch! You want this cock deep in that cunt, don't ya?”

“Yes. Please.” Laureen whispered hoarsely.
Angelo chucked cruelly, then reached down, grabbed Laureen by the hair and jerked her head towards him. He leaned forward and growled in her ear.

“I can't hear you, bitch. What did you say, whore?”

The volume of her own voice surprised her as she begged for his cock.
“Yes please! Please, fuck me you bastard! Pound my fucking pussy! Give it to m --aaaauuh!”

Never one to listen to a woman any longer than necessary, Angelo cut her off by thrusting forward. There was no resistance as his cock slid easily into Laureen's dripping, gasping pussy. He drove it deep and buried it in her, and ground his balls her mound.

“Fuck yeah, that's some good housewife pussy. That's some fuckin' snapper right there. That's a tight. Wet. Hungry. Fucking. Cunt.” He accentuated each word with another merciless thrust.

Laureen moaned and gasped with each hard thrust. Her body continued its shameless pleading, rocking back against him, clawing for more. Her cock lust crystallized in her voice as gutteral demands.
“Fuck Yes. Fuck, Me. Harder!”

Angelo growled, pushed her head back down and trapped it against the floor, her hair flowing across her face and spilling on the floor. He used his free hand to pull her wrists back and trap them behind her back, then pulled out, leaving Laureen's trembling with desire and frustration.

“Say Please, bitch!”

She'd never been so utterly dominated in her entire life. Pinned with her head pressed to the floor, blinded by her own hair, her wrists painfully pinned behind her, Laureen wasn't the least bit surprised at the pitiful wail that flowed out of her. Deeply ashamed, yes. But not surprised.
The bastard made her wait for what seemed like an eternity before he gave her what she so desperately needed.

He rammed back into her, filled her, and began hammering her cunt. Before she could catch her breath, she was lost in the wave. The begging turned to wailing as the wave broke and tore through her. Orgasmic convulsions exploded in her pussy and rolled through body, sending waves through her back, arms, legs. She felt her hands alternating reaching and clutching at the carpet, felt her toes curling, her nipples rubbing against the rough fibers, felt Angelo hammering away, pounding her, fucking her like he owned her.

Which, in a sense, he did. At least for now. He'd bought and paid for her, rented her body and was making damn sure he got his money's worth. The thought triggered something deep in Laureen and set off another wave that left her half-crying, half-wailing into the carpet.

She was still in a daze as she felt the sudden vacuum in the place she hated it most. Cool air on her soaked lips. Angelo's hand pushing her ass, making her tumble onto her side, onto her back. Strong hands back in her hair, pulling her face upward. She was still gasping as her vision cleared just in time to see him looming over her, straddling her face, stroking his gloriously wet cock. The thick coating of cream smeared along his shaft and pooled at the top of his balls made her feel both shame and pride at the same time.

But what he had in mind was more shame. She saw his sack constrict and opened her mouth instinctively. She closed her eyes and cupped tits and pushed her tongue out, giving him a target. She reveled in her power as she felt the warmth splash across her cheeks, tasted the thick brine as it coated her tongue. She felt her nipples stiffen and she pinched them as the second and third waves landed on her face and oozed into her mouth. She remembered the camera that Dee had used and wished Angelo had done the same. She bet she looked like a porn star and wished she could see herself through his eyes.

“Fuck, baby!” Angelo grunted as he emptied his balls over the beautiful redhead's face for the second time that morning. “What a greedy fucking whore you are. Good fuck, too.” I think we're gonna have to do this on the regular. How about you come by every Friday morning and let me fuck your brains out? Maybe I'll invite a few buddies next time, and we can make it a party, eh?”

He slid his cock across her face, pushing the river of cum into her mouth. She opened her eyes, looked up at him wantonly and took it all. She made sure to swirl it around on her tongue like a good whore before gulping it down and licking her lips. Her gaze drifted past the smug grin on his face up to the ceiling. She could hear his wife just above them listening to a Verdi opera while her husband was squeezing the last drops of cum into her mouth.

As she thought about the woman upstairs sipping wine and listening to classical music while her husband fucked a whore in the basement. She smiled and sucked Angelo's softening dick back into her mouth, stroked it, and was rewarded with another surge of cum. As she gulped it down, released his cock and smiled up at him wantonly, she realized her life had come full circle. She was a shameless, cock-sucking, cum-guzzling whore. She would never spend another day as a neglected, bored housewife.