Angel Investor

Vasili strode into the town's honky-tonk watering hole, the dusky interior lit by colored neon liquor and beer advertisements. Cheeky denim short-shorts clung to the rolling asses of the waitresses sporting only tummy tied shirts and no bras. The ass waddles above long legs propped on heels rocked their tanned boobs beneath the cotton fabric, exposing furtive hints of tan lines and areolae edges. It helped draw the local men to this otherwise less charismatic business.

The Russian sat at the bar and nursed a draft beer, watching the bawdy pseudo-floor-show through the liquor bottle jumbled rear mirror. The young bar tender, Bob, came round, offering a fill-up.

Vasili covered his hand over the half-empty mug and motioned Bob closer.

"Which one's the best cocksucker?"

Bob remained stoically calm outwardly but inwardly his gut clenched. He knew of this big guy; his financially challenged uncle had alerted him to the man's status as the greedy loan sharks' enforcer. The unconventional loan had facilitated the bar's launch. He was cautioned to treat the VIP warily: drinks on the house and whatever else he wanted.

Bob scanned the crowd and his eyes rested on one young gal in particular: the owner's daughter, his cousin, Gabbie. What luck; she was working tonight and, with her reputation for kinky adventures, she could handle this delicate business transaction.

"Over there" he pointed. Bob turned his head and saw the tallish shapely girl on the far side of the room.

"Gabbie's my cousin. We nicknamed her 'Gobbie'; she'll gobble a cock with gusto when the mood suits her. Otherwise, she's pretty stuck up, owner's daughter and all."

Vasili nodded his concurrence.

"Okay, get me acquainted."

Bob gave a high hand wave towards the packed room center and the buxom relative made her way through the throng, enduring the usual unsought ass grabs and tit gropes along the way, her face registering her distain for the uncouth crowd. Vasili watched the blithe manners of the regular customers towards the proprietor's offspring and decided this decision might be better than even he had at first hoped.

Gabbie came near to where Bob waited and, without inhibition or shared words, sat where her cousin motioned on the stool next to Vasili. Her generous but well-proportioned ass covered the stool top. She leaned her elbows on the bar; her tremendous tits nearly spilled out of her tummy tied top. Vasili got a sideways view of some very nice chest meat.

Bob took in his own cleavage eyeful of his curvaceous cousin, remembering past liquor fueled incestuous playtimes. Then finally leaned forward and half whispered to Gabbie above the background tumult.

Her face darkened as her eyes looked sideways at the Russian mobster. Her plush red 'blowjob' lips whispered an angry protest but Bob, also giving a quick sideways glance, whispered more urgently. Another headshake with stark words. Another retort from Bob.

With a look of extreme annoyance, she gave a scowled head bowed sign of surrender. Seeing that understandings had been made, Vasili gulped the last of his beer, took her hand and helped her move her nice booty shorted ass off her stool to stand. He looked around and found the spot he wanted. He led the resentful barmaid behind the bar.

Anyone who was watching knew what was about to happen but outwardly turned a blind eye to the scene. Gabbie took a last look at the room crowded with inattentive patrons and then bent her knees. Her head descended lower and out of sight. Vasili stood tall and looked down, watching the unfolding encounter, her loose cleavage aglow in the multi-colored tones of the assorted neon hues of the liquor advertisement lights.

She craned her neck and captured his zipper tab with her teeth, drawing it down. Her hand tunneled in, wormed around in his pants and emerged with a fistful of pink penile flesh. She swiveled and tilted the meaty tube, examining it as she had with so many other men's cocks, before leaning in and tongue-tickling the knob and corona crook.

Vasili placed one hand on the bar and the other arm drooped loose but ready to enforce his control if he felt it was needed. But apparently, it wasn't. Gabbie gobbled his cock, validating her nickname. Bartender Bob was right; 'Gobbie' was an excellent cocksucker.

He watched her head bob, her red painted lips sliding back and forth on his horizontal swollen appendage. He enjoyed the wonderful down blouse view of her bouncy tits. She paused at a deep plunge and rasped her tongue flat against his sensitized skin. His hand gripped the bar tighter at the intense sensation, the knuckles turning white with the fierceness of his clutch. She resumed the head bobs and hard suctions.

He could resist no longer; his free hand seized her hair and pressed her nose to his hairy groin. His hips shuddered as his balls unloaded his milky spunk straight down her gullet; she struggled to disengage and catch a breath. In spite of her obvious distress, he finished his pulses of spend to the very last dribbling drop before loosening his hold.

She popped off her throatful of meat and tilted her face upward as she came up for air; it mimicked her breaching the surface of a pool. The dramatic and loud intake of breath through her wide-open mouth was heard by nearby patrons. A few men recognized the noise and chuckled to themselves or smiled knowingly to a similarly amused chum.

Vasili let her re-oxygenate a little while he tucked back in and zipped up. He reached down and towed her upward by a hold on her center shirt knot. It was his first touch close to her mammaries and he was beguiled by the soft compacted jiggle that tapped at his knuckles.

He switched to taking her hand again and led her from behind the bar. Many eyes were directing stares his way; some jealous, some with admiration. He didn't care; he led her through the parting crowd to the exit, a few muted hoots and catcalls behind his back as he departed with his overnight prize.

At the boutique hotel, he towed her past the reception desk to the elevators, avoiding the disgruntled stare of the again miffed receptionist. Yes, sooner than later, he owed her another sensational mattress romp. But not tonight.

Inside his room, he was seated naked in the upholstered side chair. An equally naked Gabbie knelt on the carpet between his thighs, fervently gobbling his cock. But Vasili wanted this time to be foreplay only. He fluffed her tits as she sucked and wanted to have some extended playtime with these magnificent fun-bags before shooting another blast of sperm. He used a handful of hair to pull her off his prick; it ended with a popping noise as she was loath to give up her delightful mouthful of man-meat. He drew her to stand in front of him and cupped her boobs, pushing her firmly onto the bed.

He had her pose stationary on hands and knees in bed as he moved around her: spanking her ass, slapping her pendulous boobs, dipping his face under her suspended chest to lap her nipples, then rolling her prone to suckle them some more from above.

He positioned himself in her cleavage, pressing them together, rubbing his excited shaft between the soft feminine pillows until he joyfully shot ropes of man juice on her face. He helped her finger spoon the wayward white gobs and put them through her lips. She made moaning swallow noises.

Later, he fucked her sidesaddle in bed, her tits filling the space between their chests, harkening to her pleas of 'harder... faster... deeper'. He was mindful of her entreaties to gain her own orgasmic pleasure as he rammed her pussy. He stroked for a long time, heeding her appeals for satisfaction and finally assuaged her wishes as she careened off into rapture. During her body vibrating rapture, he jubilantly dumped his manly gift of lust inside her cunt.

The barmaid's nightly working outfit was somewhat tawdry on its public exposure during the trapse through the lobby next morning. It invoked another gauntlet of disapproving facial taunts from the receptionist.

Returning to the daylit empty bar, Vasili towed disheveled Gabbie across the debris strewn floor to the back office where he was scheduled to collect the monthly loan payment from her father. The loanee had the monthly stacks of cash laid out on his desk, awaiting its collection. He had heard of the semi-abduction of his daughter the night before and his face was subtly concerned as he eyed his oldest daughter's tousled state. She gave her father a shrug of affirmation that she was disheveled but otherwise unharmed.

Fanning the wads to confirm their sufficient amount, Vasili glimpsed the eye exchange between the family members. He launched into a saucy sidebar riposte as he concluded the count.

"Ahh, don't worry, Daddy. She's just fine. A little tapped out to be sure but I wouldn't harm such an impressive cocksucker. And her cunt's a tight delight as well."

The owner was not amused as Vasili pressed further.

"You should try it sometimes."

Bob the bartender cousin suppressed a guffoff of knowing experience. The father shot him a stern scowl.

The Russian pocketed the bundles of 20's and turned to leave. A presaging parting shot took his fancy. He slapped her denim covered ass hard enough to jerk her body and jostle her tits in a show of dominance, not lost on her intimidated Daddy.

"See you next month, 'Gobbie'."