The Making of a Kingpin Ch. 08

All of this was mine because I'd succeeded in seducing Nacho, the roughest, toughest son-of-a-bitch in the whole state. He'd divorced his wife, the mother of his kids, and I'd taken her place. Somehow I'd managed to become more than just one of the sluts that Nacho would fuck and slut. That first night I completely submitted to him as he violated my every orifice for his own pleasure. And the following morning I'd woken him up with a blowjob so good that he'd cum again before he knew it. Maybe that's what had won him over and meant that I was the one who won a permanent place in his bed.

But the material improvements in my life weren't the most important change wrought by those night's events.

Quite simply I'd discovered myself and what really gave me fulfilment, that transcendent feeling of total satisfaction. Some people spend their lives trying to find that feeling, whether in religion or natural beauty or philosophical contemplation and still never find it. I felt blessed to have found out that for me that moment could only be provided by a dominant alpha stud with a huge dick who knew how to administer a brutal deep dicking that plundered my holes and left me a shuddering mess in a pool of my own sexual juices.

Nacho had revealed to me my true nature and for that I'd be always be grateful and he kept on pounding me into submission, using his truncheon to batter my holes into submission.

I reckon lots of women miss out on this nirvana today because so few men are able to do what Nacho does to his sluts. There are too many pussies told to be sensitive and caring by a society that doesn't want to accept the biological reality that some chicks just wanna get wrecked by an asshole with a big dick. That's why girls are so often attracted to bad boys, they now they're more likely to provide what they need.

I knew that Nacho was a very bad man. He ran the drugs trade in our city and he didn't care about the path of destruction he left in his wake as he milked the profits of an industry built on human misery. He was ruthless in taking out rivals who challenged him and gloried in their humiliation and subjugation. But that just made me want him more. Every time I found out about him exerting his dominant will my cunt got wet.

I knew none of this was right. Every now and then my conscience would tell me that this was wrong, that I shouldn't be an accomplice to this evil. But then Nacho would drag me into our bedroom, bend me over and fuck me into oblivion. In the fight between my cunt and my conscience there was only ever one winner.

Of course Nacho still fucked other women. Every King had his mistresses and Nacho certainly had plenty, sometimes I would join in with these sordid sessions and he never tried to hide his conquests. Why would he? I knew that a man with his sexual appetite could never be satisfied by one girl and I always remembered what he'd told me on that first night, that he was the boss.

As these reminiscences floated through my mind I watched as a young strapping man strode from the house towards me. I knew him well, having seen him develop over the years from a teenage boy into a strong, confident man.

Jose truly was his father's son. As soon as he was old enough he had worked in the family business, establishing his credentials and winning his spurs. Nacho was always tough on him but that toughness had given him the strength he needed to dominate as his father had before him.

As he got closer I couldn't help but examine his body in more detail. He was wearing a pair of skimpy speedos that left very little to the imagination. He was incredibly toned, his well defined muscles clinging to his impressive body.

He glanced at me as he past, a cheeky grin on his face and a glint in his eye, like he knew what I'd been thinking.

Without pausing to acknowledge me he dived athletically into the pool and although I was watching my son-in-law my traitorous cunt couldn't help but moisten at the site of this strong, virile man.

I knew I couldn't act on my impulses, to do so would be incredibly dangerous. But as Nacho aged and decayed and his son continued to grow in strength and stature it was getting harder and harder to resist those urges.

I could tell the day might be approaching when I could contain myself no longer and while the thought of that scared me it also excited me too.

I had always thought that Nacho was the strongest, hardest, most vicious man that I would ever know. As I watched his son splashing around in the pool I was no longer sure whether that was true.