Mafia Troubles

Note : This story is completely fictional!

I have always known that my parents were different than other peoples, I just didn’t realize how different for long time. That’s when my step-dad and my mom told me they knew, and were part of, the mafia. You see, my dad was part of the import/export business and needed high up friends for some of his shadier deals. He needed connections to buy from him and to help him. My step-dad, Jake, is a handsome man, tall and built from all that hard work he has to do. He has bluish black hair, a tan angular face and full gorgeous lips. My mom, Mandy, did well for her self, I will tell you that much. My name is Courtney, and I am 18 years old. I have been pretty sheltered my whole life, well, until my dad took me to one of the mafia parties I was sheltered. It was a normal day; I had just got home from high school, the first day of senior year, and walked in the house setting my backpack on the floor. Seeing my dad on the couch, I call him that since he practically raised me; I went up behind him quietly and cupped my hands over his eyes.

“Guess who it is!” I lowered my voice, trying to impersonate a man.
“Hmmmm, is it Frank?” My dad said, playing along.
I giggled and kissed his cheek. “Yup.”
“Hey sweetie,” He turned around to face me, “How was school?”
“Good, where’s mom?”
“Oh, she didn’t tell you? She had to go to New York for some business thing. Its just me and you for the week.”
“Oh,” Plopping down on the couch next to him, I put my feet up on the table, “What are we going to do?”
“Well, some friends are coming over tonight, and I need you to help host a party for me.” Leaning over to pick up the remote, he turned off the TV. “It’s very important they have fun tonight okay? Daddy needs them.” He turned those green eyes on me, giving me ‘the look’. Every teen knows that serious look.
“Okay, when are they coming?”
“In an hour, go get cleaned up.”
“Ok.”

Jake
Watching my daughter stand up and run upstairs, I signed and leaned back. She looked more and more like her mother every day. With the gorgeous blond hair, cute face, and sexy pink lips, she looked way younger than 18. She was short, about 5’3, and has a little curvy body. Probably 28’ D. sexy ass. Probably none of the stretch marks her mother has. And she was innocent, and this party was going to be rough on her. These mafia guys have very sexual appetites, and saw no problem fucking the girls they bring with them in public. And, if they knew Courtney was unattached, they would fall all over her. Resting my head in my hands I inhaled deeply. I have to protect her. Have to. Standing up, I put my hands in my pockets. This was going to suck.
“Daddy, how do I look?”

I turned to see Courtney in a black sleeveless mini dress. It showed off her curves perfectly, those big breasts, that tiny waist; those perfect hips, and very very long tan legs. Damn, you could even tell she wasn’t wearing a bra. I could feel myself hardening.
“Damn girl, you look sexy,” I couldn’t lie.
Blushing, her eyes lowered to the floor. “Thanks,” she muttered.

Then, the doorbell rang. And in walked three older men, Andre, Matthew, and Conner. Three of the most powerful men in the gang. They all looked pretty similar, like typical early forty-year-old italian men. Following them, were three beautiful dark haired women, wearing transparent dresses. You could see their dark nipples and flat belly’s and… there dark hairy slits. My thoughts strayed… did Courtney shave? I mentally punched myself, that is my daughter!
“Well, hello Jake,” Matthew said, settling himself on my couch, his women sitting on his lap.

The other men followed suit.
“Hello gentlemen,” I said addressing everyone.
“Who is this lovely specimen?” Andre addressed me, moving his women out of the way so he could walk over to Courtney, taking her hand and kissing it.
“Hello,” Courtney started to say, smiling, “I am jakes..”
But she didn’t get to finish her sentence before I butted in “She’s my girl.”

Courtney looked at my quizzically, and frowned. Damn, I realized quickly, that is the only way to protect her from these men’s vile attention. They would never tread on another man’s property, and in the back of my mind, I liked the idea of Courtney being mine. An image of Courtney’s sexy pink mouth sucking my cock….
“Is she?” Matthew you spoke to me, “Prove it.”

END OF CHAPTER ONE. READ CHAPTER TWO TO SEE HOW JAKE PROVES COURTNEY IS HIS. WILL HE HAVE TO SHARE HER? FIND OUT.