"Why do I always get the worst assignments?" Icy Butt grumbled to himself as he waited to board the plane from Austin to New York. He had been a foot soldier in Don Armani's Mafia family for over 20 years, despite living in Austin and far away from his family. The nickname "Icy Butt" was a joke about the way he hated the heat and always used the air conditioner in his bedroom, as well as reflecting the coldness with which he did his job. He usually enjoyed Don Armani's jobs, but this time he wished he could have pushed it off on someone else.
He was to go to New York to issue a warning to Sugar Bear, the daughter of Don Camino, a rival for the top place in the Mafia hierarchy. Sugar Bear was 25 and had long dark hair, intense brown eyes, and a body that many men would gladly die for. Some of Don Armani's men had done just that. She had a reputation as an amazing but ruthless sex partner and had literally fucked the men to death, driving them to heart attacks.
Don Armani wanted Icy Butt to warn Sugar Bear to stay away from his men...and to scare her enough to make sure she did just that.
The flight to New York was finally called. On the plane, Icy Butt looked at Sugar Bear's picture again. As he gazed at her lush body, he felt a stirring in his groin. She was gorgeous, and exactly his type. He had to remind himself that it was dangerous to fantasize about her, because she did not show any mercy to her victims or conquests.
Icy Butt took a cab to the Westroad Hotel in the heart of Brooklyn. He wanted to stay in Manhattan, but he needed to be inconspicuous. Instead of the sizzling nightlife that Times Square offered, his only erotic stimulation was the picture of Sugar Bear. As he gazed at her beautiful body, he again felt a stirring in his crotch. He rubbed himself through his gabardine slacks and wished he could have his cock in her mouth, or better still, in her hot pussy. As his excitement grew, he unzipped his slacks and took out his cock, slick with precum. He stroked himself faster and faster while imagining Sugar Bear's luscious lips wrapped around the head of his cock. Moaning with pleasure, he brought himself to a throbbing orgasm, shooting his cum over the bed in a powerful arc. He lay spent, panting, as his erection subsided. Icy Butt swore softly at himself for becoming distracted and promised to concentrate on the job from that point on.
The next morning, Icy Butt took a cool shower. New York was in the grip of a fierce heat wave, and Icy Butt had put the air conditioner to good use, letting the cold wash over his back and buttocks until they were frigid. He dressed in a lightweight shirt and casual slacks, and left the hotel. He glanced again at the address written on the back of Sugar Bear's picture. It was a short subway ride away.
Exiting the subway in Queens, Icy Butt walked to the address on the picture. It was a small, but beautiful, apartment building. Sugar Bear lived on the top floor with her bodyguard, a cousin appropriately named Vinny the Shark. Icy Butt knew he would be gone for the day, so the coast was clear.
He rang the bell of the top apartment. Sugar Bear answered the intercom in a sweet voice. "I have a message from your father," he said. "He wanted it delivered in person." After scanning his face on the building's closed circuit TV, she let him into the lobby. He took the elevator to her apartment. Sugar Bear was standing in the doorway, dressed in a red negligee. "Sorry about the outfit," she said, brushing fingers against a breast. "I just got up." He looked at her beautiful body and felt his manhood stirring again. She was even hotter than her picture.
"Come in," Sugar Bear said. Icy Butt followed her into the apartment, locking the door behind him. "So what does Papa want?"
He remained silent, gazing at her bountiful tits and her pussy draped in the flimsy material.
"What the hell is going on?" she asked in a loud voice.
Icy Butt just smiled. "You will heed the message I bring. It is not from your father. It is from Don Armani." Sugar Bear gasped in fear. "If another of his men dies, you will die as well."
"I'll do anything you want," she told Icy Butt in a weak voice. That was all he needed to hear.
He grabbed Sugar Bear and pulled her to him, kissing her fiercely. His hands roamed her body, causing little gasps of pleasure as he kneaded her breasts and pussy through the thin material. One of her hands found his throbbing cock. She massaged it through his pants before unzipping him.
His cock was so stiff he thought he would shoot then and there. Sugar Bear pushed him back onto the sofa and knelt in front of him. She licked the sides of his cock, then took the head into her mouth. Moaning with pleasure, Icy Butt forced her head down onto his shaft.
"Wait Baby," she said, pulling away. She removed his pants and briefs before settling down between his knees. She took his stiff cock into her mouth again, sucking him hard and deep. Icy Butt had never felt anything like it. He had to fight to keep from cumming. Sugar Bear licked and sucked him until he exploded in her hot, wet mouth.
