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My mood following an orgasm varies according to its intensity. A great cum such as I had just given myself always left me with a lazy afterglow. I was tempted to extract some further leisurely pleasure but as the old saying goes I had cats to kill and contracts to fill. With a sigh I jumped up and shooed my two crawlers out ahead of me. I parked them on the floor at the foot of the bed with their rumps raised while I donned a fresh pair of pants and slipped on my Gucci mocassins.
"Your little girl is going to make a very talented cocksucker, Cowcunt." I said over my shoulder as I freshened up with a splash of cologne
" Did our little threesome arouse you?" I asked.
"No…. Sir"she answered hesitantly.
" No? How about you Baby Pussy? Did your cunny get damp?"
"No Sir."
"You wouldn't tell me a fib would you?"
"No sir."
I strolled over and sat on the bed in the middle of them and, with a hand for each, tapped the inside of their thighs apart. I cupped their cunts and sent an inquiring finger up inside of them. They were both slick and wet. Mom was particularly humid down there. The more I wiggled my fingers the wetter they got. I leaned down between the pair of them and placed my fingers under their noses then whispered theatrically,
" Fee… fie… foe… fum, I think some one wants to cum! These fingers are very fishy. I can't be wandering around with fishy fingers. Lick them clean, you naughty little liars."
I was barely able to keep a straight face as they began worriedly lapping their juices from my fingers whilst I played with their tongues. Tiring of my little game, I stood up.
"I should whip the lying hide off the pair of you. Fortunately for you though, I am in a good mood. I don't really feel like getting all sweaty at the moment, so I'm going to forgive your deceitful little asses their just desserts this time…..provided you promise never to lie to me again."
They were both silent. I sense that they were ashamed. Whether of their dishonesty or of their leaking cunts, I couldn't tell.
"WELL?" I persisted.
"We promise, Sir." Cowcunt answered placatingly.
Her responses were becoming increasingly facile. She had obviously determined to tell me whatever she thought I wanted to hear. This was, as far as it went, what I was after but mere lip service would never do. When a gulf exists between saying and believing it becomes a yawning maw that invariably swallows truth. True believers were what I was after. Sincere and religious converts to the cult of giving made the only slaves worth owning.
"You are no longer in control of your daughter, Cowcunt. Don't presume to make promises on her behalf."
"I promise too, Sir." Baby pusssy chimed in.
"Cross your heart and hope to die?"
"Cross my heart and hope to die, Sir."
" Then we will say no more about it. I think you have both earned a small concession."
Their enforced nudity had served a purpose in their conditioning but I had no intention of allowing their pretty hides to be spoiled by over exposure. From the closet I tossed them each a set of extra large, olive drab coveralls and a pair of Men's flip-flops. By the time they had put them on and looked at each other, their pleasure had dampened. Their costumes hung ridiculously from their slender frames. I had them roll up the legs and cuffs but the effect was still Chaplinesque as, of course, I had intended. I replaced their blindfolds and got them into marching order.
The clown outfits hampered things considerably and the walk back to the hanger was slow and awkward with many a stumble and trip along the way. Once we were locked back in the classroom I allowed them to take off the blindfolds.
"Sir, may I say something?" Cowcunt asked.
"Hmmm…., yes. What?"
" I am very hungry, Sir."
"So am I, Sir." Chorused Baby Pussy.
"Neither of you thick headed twats has earned a meal yet. I have had to constantly prompt and prod you to get you to behave properly. If you are really hungry why don't you both spend the rest of the day contemplating what you might do earn a meal."
I was wondering how long it would take them to start begging for food. Hunger was an excellent motivator.
'What ungrateful little sluts you both are. I share my private bath with you, dress you in the latest prison fashion and what do I get? The two of you whining for food. I think a little kiss of gratitude from each of you is more in order. Didn't you enjoy your morning outing?"
They lowered their eyes and after a pause they actually puckered up and leaned toward me.
"No, no. My feet! Get down there and thank me."
They lowered themselves to the floor and put their lips to the soft leather of my moccasins. Satisfied, I ushered them, one at a time, to their cells. I provided each of them with a gallon of bottled drinking water and a pail of well water for washing and flushing. Hastily, I set the monitors and secured the hanger. I had a mountain of ranch business to catch up on by evening as I had promised Amparo a night on the town.
By the time I had gone through the last of the accumulated bills and invoices, I had to rush to get ready. My manic obsessions with secrecy and control had me at the mercy of my watch. I realized I would have to learn to delegate some of these tasks if I wanted to stop cheating myself out of life's most precious commodity. Namely, our limited time to enjoy it!
Fresh from the shower, I chose a silk shirt in a midnight shade that would set off my sky blue eyes and a pair off white tropical slacks. I gave the monitors a quick check. They were both pacing and Cowcunt was muttering to herself intermittently. Confinement and hunger were beginning to take their toll. Soon they would be ready to beg for a breath of fresh air or a black banana. My thoughts were interrupted by a rhythmic tooting of the horn on Amparo's BMW.
Out of deference to my male ego she offered to let me drive. I knew that she loved driving her sporty German beast though so I refused the wheel. We roared off toward Huehue with a silky progression of gears. The top was down and we trailed a loud Latin beat from the stereo while her hair streamed behind her. In the glow of the dash, her white smile reflected her love of the speed. With my seat back I smiled up at the evening sky as she raced the little Z3 over the uncertain, winding road. Above us a big, bad moon leered down indulgently.
To the uninitiated there appears to be very little nightlife in Huehue. The upside of this is that there are not too many tourists out after dark. Hell, one tourist was too many. She found us an excellent meal at a small restaurant. The sound of guitars drifted in from the courtyard. We took our coffee and brandy out there and let ourselves be serenaded by a melancholy ballad. I was content but Amparo soon leapt to her feet.
"No, the song is too sad and I am too happy. Let's go! I want to dance and laugh with you."
She ignored the few modern clubs and skipped along with me in tow until we reached the Indio quarter. The open doorways of unlit little dives glowed with a hazy violet light from the neon within. Drums and brass belched the heavy salsa sound out through them.
It was crowded and smoky inside but when the name de Recalde was heard a table by the dance floor was cleared for us. The band mixed in some merengue and punta rhythms as well. I have always enjoyed the release of dancing and being out on the floor holding Amparo turned a good thing great. Exchanges of wit and repartee flowed with the wine and her laughter was like a tonic. When the band finally took a break she excused herself to use the ladies room.
The woman who returned to the table was not the lighthearted companion I had started the evening with. She was seething and her eyes were the hard dark of anthracite.
"What has happened?" I asked.
"I was insulted by the blond putana in the green dress. If I had a knife I would cut her nose" she spat.
She tossed her head in the direction of a couple at a table across the dance floor. The woman was young and attractive. She wore an expensive green gown and a single strand of pearls. The man with her was probably twice her age with a big, strong body that was just beginning to thicken. He was wearing a top of the line Stetson and a tailored western suit. If I'd had to guess, I would peg him as an American oilman out slumming with his trophy wife.
"Insulted how?"
" The toilets in these places have no stalls. When I went in the bitch was at the mirror. When I raised my dress to sit she was watching me in the mirror."
" Maybe she is bi? You are worth a look from anyone."
"No, not that kind of look. A look of scorn. Then she laughed. She said, 'you people REALLY should learn about hygiene. Just look at all that hair between your legs, honey. No wonder everything down here smells so pissy.' Ayiie! I am so mad. Since I cannot cut her we must leave. If I look at her it hurts my eyes!"
"Wait here for me for a moment, please?"
"Hurry, please. I want to leave."
I walked over to the crowded bar. The flash of a U.S. hundred-dollar bill had the Barman over to me instantly. I ordered more than drinks.
"La mujer rubia en el vestido verde insulto a me esposa Guatemalteca. Quesiera que usted empleara a algunos hombres para piss en ella asi que mi esposa puede mirar."
"Aqui, Senor?"
"Si. Ahora.'
He nodded and handed me a fresh bottle of wine. I passed him the hundred. When I returned to the table Amparo rose to leave. I shushed her protests and made her sit back down.
"We can't leave yet. There is a floor show."
"I would not give a drop of that bitch's sweat for a floor show. I want to go."
"Shh. Behave and watch." I insisted.
While I opened the wine and refilled our glasses, Amparo smoldered and stared daggers at the young woman across the room. Amparo refused her wine but I sat back and sipped mine. She was still glaring when three of the clubs bouncers approached the couple's table. One of them put a wicked looking hunting knife to the man's throat. Before the wife could even register alarm another had seized her by the hair and jerked her head back and held her pinned in her chair. Very deliberately the third man unzipped himself and began urinating on the blonde's upturned face. The yellow stream moved down her cleavage and began to hose back and forth over that lovely green gown. Her husband could only look on helplessly while his wife coughed and sputtered.
Amparo's gasp of amazement and changed to delighted girlish laughter as she enjoyed the woman's humiliation.
"Ah, mi amante! You are the devil! How did you arrange this floor show, eh?"
"I simply told them that the gringa insulted my Guatemalan wife."
The fact that I had been willing to pretend that she was my wife seemed to brighten Amparo's gaze. At last the man's bladder was empty. He looked over at me inquiringly.
"Bring her over here, amigo" I ordered.
The two of them drug the distraught woman to our table. I had them force her down on her belly at Amparo's feet. When she looked down at the woman she was no longer laughing.
"Who smells pissy now, whore?"
The blonde was sobbing too hard to answer.
"Since you still do not apologize perhaps I should have them slice off you nipples. I could have them dried and made into ear bobs to remember you by. How would your rich husband like his wife then, eh?"
"Oh God. Please no. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."
The woman was trembling in terror now and I could tell that the smell of her fear was arousing to Amparo. Slowly she presented the sole of her evening slipper to the blonde.
"Taste the soil of my country so you will remember this. I want to see your tongue, Bitch!"
While tears mingled with the piss on her face the woman began licking the bottom of Amparo's slipper. Finally, she planted her foot flat in the woman's face and pushed her away in disgust.
"Basta! Let them get the hell out of our town."
The man was released and he gathered up his bedraggled wife and the two of them fled out into the night. When Amparo turned to me there was a new look in her eyes.
" Thank you, mi amante. This is why I love you. You have steel in your balls and flint in your heart but I cannot help myself."
"Is your anger satisfied? If not I will have him killed and give you the woman to play with."
"No. I am fine now. It was a beautiful present already. Now we must hurry and leave for a different reason."
"Que ahora?" I asked, wondering what else was bothering her.
"Having her in my power made me hot. Mi concha es mojada ahora . It needs you."
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