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  Sofia seems to be perking up after her spill. Her face starts to come more alive, and she looks around like she’s trying to decide whether to actually repeat what she told us earlier.

  “Okay, like I said, I’m not ashamed: my interview was with an escort agency.”

  Sofia’s smiling again like I haven’t seen her yet. The tiniest shiver seems to run through her, as if she got some mild thrill just from admitting that.

  If she isn’t telling the truth, this is one Academy fucking Award-winning performance I’m witnessing right now.

  Okay—something’s off with all of this.

  She’s telling the truth about the escort agency for sure. And she’s so alluring that it’s blowing my fucking mind.

  The thing that’s off is that I almost didn’t notice at first, right after she fell. That’s because her allure—so fucking apparent right now—didn’t even hit me right away.

  Usually, when I use a term like alluring, either to myself or as an honest compliment, it’s a quality I can spot right away.

  Usually, it means the exact same thing as fucking hot.

  Fucking hot is what I thought about Sofia almost right away—after I helped her and got a good look at her features.

  But now there’s something else there, a depth to her beauty that I rarely see, if ever. And it’s incredibly magnetic.

  It’s alluring.

  And that’s what’s off about Sofia—she’s genuinely alluring, in a way that’s rare, and it’s already throwing me for a fucking loop.

  “You ever hear of kismet, Sofia?”

  Fuck, it’s her eyes. I’m used to seeing so many sets of eyes, and not just women’s eyes, but it seems like almost everyone I fucking talk to has some degree of vacancy in their stare, like they just can’t be bothered to be there in the moment.

  Or like there’s just nothing there at all.

  But with Sofia, there’s no vacancy. Somebody’s home, and the lights are on bright.

  “Of course,” she answers, taking a sip of her coffee.

  “Good, because I think we’re seeing an example of kismet here.”

  “You don’t say.” Sofia takes another sip, like I’m already losing her interest.

  Like that light in her beautiful brown eyes is too bright even for me to harness.

  “Sofia, if you’re afraid of missing out on your big opportunity with some escort agency, then you’re in the right place. My name is Franco, by the way.”

  How many minutes has it been since Sofia fell? And how long has she been sitting at this table?

  And I’m the first one of the Monatello brothers to introduce myself. It’s shameful.

  But it’s understandable. We’re all far off our fucking game, and I’d bet our entire fucking empire that my brothers are thrown off for the same reasons I am—that allure, those eyes…

  Fuck—one thing quite specific to me, and something I’ll probably never fucking admit to another soul, is that I’m afraid of what those eyes, and the intelligence clearly behind them, could uncover.

  Maybe she can already see who I am, every fucking facet of me—maybe she can see things about me that I don’t even know about myself.

  Holy shit, I never thought anything like that about a chick before, or about anyone, really.

  But I’m probably reading too much into her allure, since it’s so goddamn rare. For now, we’re all still just trying to help her out.

  “Nice to meet you.”

  “Antonio.” Antonio just says his own name, glass of ice melting in front of him, staring like he’s fucking hypnotized. Sofia nods at him politely.

  “And I’m Marco.” Of course, Marco has to be the one to extend his hand to Sofia.

  To be fair, we all should’ve done that. I can’t blame Marco for acting like a goddamn human being.

  “Nice to meet you all,” she says while shaking Marco’s hand. “I’m not sure what you’re talking about, though, with kismet and my job interview…”

  “Sofia, you’re with the proprietor of the best such agency in town.”

  Sofia sends out a half-skeptical little laugh before taking another sip of her coffee. “Are you really?” she asks after putting the mug back down.

  “Like I said, kismet.”

  Sofia’s eyes are suddenly right on mine. She turns towards me in her seat, pointing her legs slightly in my direction.

  My eyes journey down for a glance at her thighs and her perfect ass and her stunning, bounteous tits. After a split-second I look quickly back up to her eyes—I didn’t even mean to scope her out like that; it’s almost like she demanded it.

  Of course, I know better than that. It’s my own roving fucking eyes that insisted on taking a peek.

  “You run an escort agency? Are all of you part of the management or something?”

  “We all run different facets of a larger business entity—but yes, I run that part of it.”

  “That sounds fascinating.” Sofia swivels even more towards me. “I’d love to hear more about it, but I don’t want to be presumptuous and ask if you’re looking for anybody.”

  “You can come to our place, and we can tell you all about our business. I think you’ll find it most fascinating indeed—and we’ve got a limo waiting for us whenever we’re ready…whenever you’re ready.”

  “I’d feel better knowing that you’re okay after your fall,” Marcos adds. “We can make sure any injuries you might have are taken care of.”

  Sofia turns away from me and studies her half-empty cup of Americano for a few moments.

  “I don’t think I have any serious injuries, but I wouldn’t mind taking a ride in a limo.”

  9

  Sofia

  I’d been in plenty of limos, but I’d never been in a Ferrari red one.

  Holy shit.

  Not only was the outside Ferrari red, the interior was all leather and in the same color as the car.

  Combine this with black trim, and you’ve got one fucking awesome limo. I couldn’t help grinning from ear to ear.

  Franco helps me into the vehicle.

  The others are behind me, and I know they’ve got their eyes glued to my ass.

  I take a seat in the middle of the rear facing back seat.

  Carefully, I glide my left leg over my right to make sure my skirt rides up just a little. My hair is falling over the back of my shoulder. The brothers pile in after and sit across from me.

  As soon as the last of them is inside, Antonio turns to me.

  “Now, then,” he says in his deep baritone voice. “How about something to make you a little more comfortable?”

  I love the way his smile goes all the way to his eyes.

  “What do you have in mind?” I ask and lick my lips.

  I’m not stupid. I can see the bulge in their pants.

  Fucking a bloke on assignment is not new to me. I’d even fucked multiple blokes, but these three are something else all together. It feels like a total cliché observation, but they’re the proverbial tall, dark, and breath takingly handsome men you usually only dream about. Total sex gods.

  Each one gives off so much testosterone, I can feel the electric charge bounce around the interior of our luxury vehicle.

  There’s so much of it I reckon it could power the entire city for a week.

  Deliberately, I take my right leg and put it back down, spreading my legs a little.

  “I say we offer her something special,” says Marco with a grin.

  The others nod.

  “Something she’s never tasted before,” adds Franco.

  “And won’t be able to get enough of,” finishes Antonio.

  I tilt my head a little to the right and furrow my brow.

  These guys are horny.

  “Something special. Let me see. How about something a little salty, bitter, sweet, yet soft and hard?”

  Three pairs of eyes are glued to my every word.

  If this goes well, they’ll shortly be eating from the palm of my hand.<
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  “Why don’t you come here and let me taste what you’re going to offer me?”

  Quicker than lightning, the brothers open their pants and kneel in front of me.

  Three massive cocks are bouncing up and down, willing me to take them one by one.

  Wow.

  Sure, I’d seen my share of cocks during assignments, but these are spectacular.

  My insides burn. The tiny flame flickering in me is turning into a raging bushfire.

  I lick my lips and lean forward.

  One after the other, I blow a gentle kiss on them.

  They quivered and vied for my attention.

  I smile. So much power. Who would’ve thought I would have so much control over these powerful men?

  Most people quake in their boots when they hear the name Monatello. Some people don’t like to say their name out loud, in fear of lightning striking or some other superstitious shit.

  Not me, I like to call things by their names. The true name for these brothers is criminal. They’re hardened crooks as far as I’m concerned. But I guess that doesn’t mean I can’t have a little fun for myself on the way.

  All in the name of my assignment, I kiss the first cock ever so lightly and watch it bounce up and down in anticipation of more to come.

  Like a factory worker I move along the row of cocks.

  Okay, so it’s not really a row, because I’ve only got three, but I move from left to right.

  “Come on,” growls one of them, but I couldn’t work out which one.

  All good things come to those who wait, I think to myself. And, boy, will you have it come your way when I’m finished with you.

  Now I take the tip of the cock into my mouth and let my tongue swirl around it, as if checking for any faults.

  Antonio grabs my hair and yanks on it.

  But I’m too quick for him and move on.

  This is fun.

  I get into a real rhythm of working the line. Left to right, right to left, and back again, over and over.

  They’re going insane with pleasure. I can tell from their facial expressions and their increasing grunts.

  My own pussy is now so wet I think I can easily fit two of their cocks into me, but that’ll have to wait. Part of me is tempted to use my own fingers to get myself to come as I work these guys. But again, I resist.

  With my mouth now all the way over Marco’s cock, I start to suck hard and fast. As I come up, I let my tongue swirl around his shaft, licking it like it’s an ice cream cone. I was about to pull out and move to the next one, but I could feel his cock thickening and expanding in my mouth. At the same time, his muscles stiffened a little and he thrusts his hips toward me.

  I decide to let him come inside me. Two more up and down and I’ve pushed him over the edge. He grabs my head and I feel his grip tighten as he starts to shoot his massive load into me.

  Without any trouble, I swallow every last drop.

  “Not bad,” I say when he pulls out and I turn to the next one. “Let’s see what you’ll taste like.”

  Franco grins. “Better than him, I can assure you.”

  Instead of engaging in banter, I go down on him and move my head up and down. Boy, this feels fucking amazing.

  Marco came up next to me and is letting his hand push up my skirt.

  Before I really registered what he was doing, Franco was shooting his load into me.

  “Well,” he prompts when he pulls out of me.

  Grinning, I say, “Too hard to tell,” and move on to Antonio’s cock.

  There are now four hands and twenty fingers doing amazing things to my body as I give Antonio his blowjob.

  It doesn’t take him long to come inside my mouth.

  I, too, come hard and fast on someone’s fingers. What I really wanted, though, is some of this meat inside me.

  When I’m asked to vote on who tasted the best, I shake my head.

  “No can tell,” I grin. “Not until I’ve done it a few more times.”

  I’m not sure what possessed me to offer this profound wisdom, but, to the brothers, my words are music to their ears.

  We seemed to come to a standstill and the door opens.

  “Welcome to our home, ciao,” they say, and it’s Franco who picks me up and carries me into this super obscene luxury mansion.

  10

  Antonio

  I am mesmerized by this woman. I was watching her tits bounce in that silky tight blouse when she hit the pavement. Fuck me, I didn’t think a skirt that tight could move, let alone ride up over her cheeks to show off the thong and bare ass.

  Thank God for women like this. Honestly. It shows he cares about us, just a little bit.

  The blowjob she gave us in the limo was something else altogether. Being in a confined space with her was so intoxicating I doubted I was even breathing. Her deep eyes so dark—such a quiet gaze, like she’s appraising you secretly. She’s playing a bit dumb, but that’s fine. I can see there’s a hell of a woman in there.

  Her tits and ass are so well-rounded, tapering off into long, lovely limbs. Her face is just luscious, with a delicate mouth and big eyes. She should be painted nude, like Venus. I should give it a shot. I doubt we’d get much painting done, but it would be fun.

  I think of that gorgeous body sliding into a puddle of paint and smearing it over those creamy thighs and my cock pops up immediately.

  When we pull up at home, I know exactly where I want to take her.

  “The library,” I mouth to Franco who’s picked her up in his arms.

  He beat me to it. But, heck, I didn’t mind sharing.

  Marco grins and Franco gives the thumbs up. As one, we head to the family home.

  She stares about wide-eyed as we cross the thick carpet, admiring the furnishings.

  “Such a big place,” she gasps. “Look at all the stuff you have.”

  I had to smile. She might be smarter than our average bimbos, but still simple enough to be wowed by wealth and family solidarity.

  Up the hallway, we take the wide arch and move into the library. It has a few big armchairs, desks and stools, and wall-to-wall books. The paintings I’ve collected are hung on the walls around the entrance.

  Franco puts her down and I watch as she wanders up to stare at the paintings, making appreciative remarks. I come up behind her while she’s looking at the works of art and put my big hands on her shoulders.

  She relaxes as she sighs a little, and I reach around to grab her tits, putting my face in her hair. The silky fabric feels wonderful against my hands, and I can feel her nipples getting hard through both the bra and the blouse. I nuzzle her neck and she laughs.

  I hear my brothers behind me, taking off jackets and getting comfortable. Marco usually watches for a bit, while Franco will get on it straight away.

  I press her tight against me, rubbing my cock against her ass. She moans, pressing back into me and wriggling, stretching her spine. I move my hands back, slowly stroking across that soft fabric to find the place her bra snaps. I undo it and she turns around, pulling off both shirt and bra at the same time.

  Her tits seem to bounce with joy as they’re freed.

  I grab her with my left hand and let my eyes feast on those tits and tight nipples.

  Franco comes over and gets behind her, hands on her shoulders. She’s pressed between us, as she bucks and writhes.

  She slides under my mouth, hips slipping in and out of my grip, and I put my other hand on her ass and grip her hard as I mouth at her nipples.

  Oh, she’s a good girl. She knows how to play, writhing just enough so her tits jiggle under my mouth and I have to reach and slide between both nipples.

  I move down, kissing her tight belly, my hand still gripping her ass. I look up at her. She meets my gaze and doesn’t look away, staring me down as she pulls up the skirt. I see Franco’s grin over her shoulder as he slides his hands onto her tits.

  I use one hand to pull off the scrap of panties and lean in, lips searchin
g for her clit. I find it immediately, already swollen and looking for action. I suck on it, roll my tongue over it and mouth it until she starts backing up, then I move lower.

  She’s wet, she’s so fucking wet already.

  “Good slut,” I mutter, then push my tongue in deep. She gasps and grabs my hair, I oblige her and eat further in, mouthing and lapping at the slit. I can tell by the way she’s jerking my head that she’s close, and just as her hips start to rock faster, I go back and suck hard on her clit, hearing her fast, gasping breaths as she comes. Still worshipping the clit, I put a finger in to feel the wet spasms.

  I give her right ass cheek a squeeze as I come up, and she’s giving me this look, all wide-eyed and pink-cheeked. She was so gorgeous.

  Franco’s behind her, hands on her tits. He’s got his pants down now, and he slides onto the big mahogany table behind him, pulling Sofia along. I put my hands on her knees as Franco lifts her up. He briefly feels around with one hand and she gasps, arching her back. I drop my own pants, cock hard and swollen as I move forward. Franco’s in her ass, gripping her tits, licking her neck. Her head is thrown back as I slide my hands along her thighs.

  She leans against Franco, opening up for me and for him as I slide in slowly, inch by inch. She’s pinned. I feel a hand on my shoulder as Marco joins us.

  I’m not all the way in and was just starting to really feel her stretch for me when Marco leans in to suck her tits. She tried to grind or move, but Marco is running a hand over one big firm tit as the other is covered with his mouth.

  It was crowded, but I’ll cope. I start to thrust. Franco rocks back, enjoying the motion I’m setting. Deep inside her, I feel the clenching start as she gets wetter, her pussy going slick as I ram her. Just a few long, hard stabs and I’m there, pumping my juices into her as she moans, writhing. Before I can move, Franco grabs her by the waist and jerks her up and down on his cock, hair flying, and tits bouncing, she screams as Franco finishes himself off.

  The sound of heavy breathing is loud. Cum practically stains the air, the scent was so thick. Franco and I start to slip out of her.