Angel Investor

Vasili liked to keep his hair buzz-cut short. It reflected his early years of youth when he worked the Russian oilfields before emigrating west to America.

Having lived on the edge of feast or failure himself, he understood the dreams and despairs of struggling family entrepreneurs. Vasili had found his niche as the Russian mob's loan payment enforcer and was generally enjoying his free use of vulnerable family females in the small town, small entrepreneurships therein.

The town had a barber shop and a hair salon, the seed capital which the middle-aged hairdresser had acquired from his employers in order to launch the enterprise. He went straight there for a trim... and potentially some quim.

The buxom shop owner leaned on him in her loose smock, brushing and pressing her soft braless tits to his back and shoulders while she worked. Marion was cash short this month and hoped Vasili would be forgiving of the payment delay of which she must soon inform him of. She leaned her round boobs hard against him as she finished up the task.

"It's been a hard spring. The Easter rush wasn't such a rush after all and the prom season hasn't started yet. Business is in a lull at the moment; I won't have the full amount. I can make it up next month."

Vasili face darkened. It was always some excuse with these folks. Everyone had their story.

He caught movement out of the corner of his eye and he inched his hand towards his concealed handgun. Life was less violent in this American gig but his Russian teenage experiences set his survival instincts alight. He calmed as the vision moved more into his sight; it was only the shop assistant coming to cleanup around his chair. His fingers moved away from his waistband holster under the barber's drape.

The younger girl kept her eyes down and her distance from the dangerous looking client as she swept. She leaned over, her smock loose at the collar. He liked the down blouse view, her breasts generous to her squat stature. The loan taker noticed him staring at her younger sister and told her to go away. Vasili was quick to contravene the order.

"And who might you be?"

The hairdresser chirped in before her helper could reply.

"She's my sister, Missy. She helps out now and then."

"Well, she could be a great help to you now."

He lifted the cloth drape to reveal his middle.

"So, if I have to stretch your sister's monthly payment, I should get some in-kind consideration for the late money. Come here and suck me, little one."

The older sister looked at her shocked little sister. She was in a bind and this remedy was awkward. But no young woman was immune to the frisky activities that eased this small town's nightlife boredom. And Missy had joined the sexy nighttime frolics with her same aged friends many times, Marion head-nodded sideways to signal her concurrence with his demand.

The sibling shrugged in capitulation and, stooping down, crawled under the shroud to completely cover her head. Hidden from the older adults' view, her hands worked his closures and opened wide his fly, exposing his semi-hard prick. Her small hands surrounded the warm meat and rubbed a few strokes, gaining more stiffness. She wasn't unfamiliar with this procedure; the town boys had coached her well.

Her lips descended to kiss the knob. She felt the big man's fingers move to rest lightly over her ears. It was a move she knew well, a warning that he, like some of her past oral recipients, would force the issue with hair clutches if she hesitated to act accordingly.

She let her mouth slide down to enclose his long shaft. The knob touched her tonsils and she continued. Her nose pressed into his tangle of pubic hairs as she swallowed around his corona, that rare and exceptional female feat.

She felt the telltale hip jolt at that unique stimulation and followed up with a series of head bobs that sporadically buried her cock knob deep in her gullet. In time, she heard his muffled moans and grunts, the prelude to the culmination of his pleasure.

She felt the spasms begin and held his knob on her pulsating mid-tongue as he gushed his semen in her mouth. When the pulses ended, she pressed his cock back into her throat before he dwindled in stiffness, swallowing the white goo around his semi-blockage, adding a last bit of 'remember me' flair.

Vasili lay quiescent as his fellatrix tucked his tired prick back inside his pants and closed him up. She backed out from under the cover and turned to leave. Vasili was conscious enough to grab her hand. He was alert again and whipped off the haircutter's cape.

"Not so fast, deary. I have more use for you."

She pulled on his grip, trying to escape but her futile struggles only shook her body and he got another sense of her tits, now bobbling freely inside the smock, mammary waves fluffing the loose blouse. He liked what he saw, even shielded as they were.

He turned to the older sister, having concluded from her prior head twitch nudge that she was in-charge and the younger sister was compliant.

"She's coming with me. I'll sent her back tomorrow."

The older sister simply gave one nod of acquiescence, seen as well by the girl who was now subject to the big man grasping her hand.

"And I'll return next month for the catchup monthly payment."

And with business affairs concluded, he towed his captive companion out of the store.

As he strode through the lobby of the boutique hotel, a reluctant companion in hand, he saw the receptionist icy glare when she was again piqued at Vasili's return with a different village companion. The young women knew each other and the stare from the hotel employee was met with a silent mouthed 'help me' from her friend.

Vasili saw the interchange and succumbed to the moment. He decided it was time for his overdue gesture to the other girl. But he wasn't going to admit to any favor he owed her.

"Come along, Loki. You've made me wait long enough for another bed romp."

Loki was delighted at the chance to repeat her experiences with Vasili, even if it meant sharing him with another female. She hustled from behind the desk, abandoning her responsibilities to seize this opportunity.

With one 'working girl' on each side, one dressed in office apparel and the other in salon scrubs, both pressing their tits close as they hugged his arms, he marched them to the elevator and up to his room.

Inside, he ordered them to undress each other while undressing him. It was a closeup strip tease. Missy unbuttoned Loki's shirt and smoothed that and her jacket over her shoulders, exposing her round braless boobs. Loki took Missy's hem and rolled the loose top over her head. The move gave Missy the cue to shake her head, flailing her displaced hair to settle around at her shoulders, jiggling her boobs in the process.

The topless pair turned to their man. His shirt and pants got quickly removed. His briefs dropped when two sets of hands hastily pushing them down. His cock sprung out; its downward droop suddenly elevated by two helping hands. He knew he had two prime pussies to entertain and a handjob wouldn't due at all.

He disengaged their grip and, with a hand on each ass, pushed the pair of willing cunts toward the bed. The three climbed aboard; the feminine pair sidling against opposite sides of their naked and prone cock master.

Sharing is caring; but who gets first taste of the goodies?

It was Vasili's choice. He pushed Loki's head down to his groin. She knew the routine and dove her mouth on his manhood. He gripped a handful of Missy's hair and pulled her in for a kiss. Her boobs squashed his arm as she engaged in a deep round of smooching. His far hand found her loose tit and squeezed it firmly as the free boob pressed his bicep.

Meanwhile, Loki had lapped his erection to full stand. Not chancing asking his permission which might be denied, she rose up, threw a leg over and straddled his hips. Her hand angled the stiff muscle to her intended target and drove her sopping cunt down until he was fully embedded.

Vasili felt the genital fumbling and then the warm plunge. He drew back from Missy's tongue explorations inside of his mouth and peeked aside. Loki had initiated the up and down strokes, adding hip rolls and side slips to gain added mutual exhilaration from the skin-to-skin buffing. She sat upright, galloping groin to groin, her tits wobbling with the rhythm.

If the sexy show and cock caresses weren't pleasant enough, Missy engaged her fingers on his rucked-up nipples, finger pad circles and pokes that reflected nervy jolts in his belly button and penile tip.

Swathed in feminine focus, thrilled by their attention to his gratification, he felt his control fall apart. His balls swelled, his prostate collapsed and his ejaculate burst up his urethra to explode inside his cowgirl mimic's vaginal recesses. Missy's claim to his lips returned and he growled his ecstasy into her tongue waggling mouth.

Meanwhile, Loki felt the discharge and it set her off. She huffed out the announcement of her rapture with cries of delight, accompanied by ripples along her cock accommodating channel that was felt by both genitally connected sex mates.

Missy moved aside as Loki fell forward and kissed her thanks on Vasili's flushed face; her boobs pressed into his chest. After an elongated time to express her gratitude during the post-coital cooldown, she also rolled aside and rejoined the other girl in the boob and belly sandwiching of their macho host. He tucked his arms around their shoulders and cupped a boob of each. In this earned after-fuck relaxation arrangement, he slipped into a light slumber, granting that he needed time to recharge his energies.

Missy felt frustrated. She had delivered her demanding new acquaintance a blowjob and assisted with his unambiguous lust for the receptionist. Her vacant warm cunt ached for a cock to fill and stretch the narrow tube.

When?

An hour later, the snoozing man grunted, snorted and slowly awoke. Missy didn't want him to make any unmindful decisions. She wanted to make them for him. Her hand circled his semi-tumescence and caressed it into firmer condition.

Vasili, half awake, followed nature's call and seeing the bright brown eyes staring into his, let his emotions, and lust, guide his actions. He rolled her onto her back and moved to pose above Missy's open spread thighs. He expertly found the labial lips and pressed forward. Her arms wound his neck and shoulders, holding her man lying close atop her compressed breasts as she wiggled her hips to aid his entry.

Sharing is caring; Loki attended to his pleasure as she lay over Vasili's humped back while he pounded away in Missy's cunt. She saw the satisfied smile of her fucked female bedmate, reminded of the pleasurable sensations she had also felt from the big man's fat penile muscle.

The mutual roar of rapture filled the room as the fucking duo careened off into orgasmic thrills.

The fatigued bedmates cuddled after that as Vasili recollected his thoughts of the many pleasures he had experienced at the hands, mouths and cunts of the vulnerable women associated with this town's cadre of less than stellar loan participants. It was a wonder life he had built for himself as the Angel Investors' loan delinquency administrator.