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As we left, one of the three bouncers held the door for us with a big smile. I nodded my appreciation to him and his two compadres. The night air was cool and fragrant as we made our way back to the car she kept a hand in my pocket, playing with my prick. Amparo had used a dimly lit hotel parking lot. I was opening the passenger door when she spun me around and leapt up astride me.
"Aqui, mi amante! Ahora!" she hissed urgently.
I rested her ass on the hood of the car and she hiked up her skirt while I unzipped. Impatiently, she pulled me forward and guided my cock through the leg of her panties and into her. It was one of those fast and furious rides. Her heels drummed my buttocks, urging me to slam it into her. She kept her lips pressed to my ear and her moans filled my head. I tightened my grip on her hips and growled to let her know I was ready. Her pelvis started twitching spastically and she had me coming with her. She sank her teeth into my neck and quaked as she milked me for every drop of pleasure.
After the sex she wanted me to drive. I did, letting her lay back and enjoy her mood. I took us back over the curving mountain road at a much gentler pace though. She had found something she liked on the radio and settled back with a hand on my thigh. An occasional squeeze told me that she would want more attention later.
I had taken note of how the little scene I had arranged at the club had turned her on. As I drove I began to see how easy it would be to make her a partner in my training program. She would need to move in with me. I wondered if I would have to marry her to bring this about. Although at twenty-two she was of legal age it would be a serious mistake to offend her family.
"Why hasn't your father married you off yet?" I voiced my thought to her.
" He has tried twice! The first time when I was just sixteen to a gray bearded business associate of his." she laughed.
"I have gray in my beard." I reminded her.
"Yes but you are still restless and prowling. I felt your energy the moment we met"
" So what happened with your suitors?"
"You know Papa can refuse me nothing. I cried and refused to eat, saying I would rather starve than give myself to them. Both times he gave up and sent them packing."
"I want you to come and live with me but I don't want to anger your father."
She was silent as the meaning of my words sank in. I could see her nibbling her lower lip and then she pouted.
" This means you don't wish to marry me."
"I prefer to live with you in sin. If we remain happy… perhaps we will marry someday."
Her hand moved up and caressed my cock but I remained silent while I waited for her to answer.
"I think I have already proved that I can make you happy."
"Can you make it happen or not?" I asked.
"I want you no matter what. It will not be easy but I will talk to Papa and make him agree."
"Good girl." I said.
"But if anyone insults my name by discussing this in public then you will have to kill them to restore my father's honor." She informed me merrily.
I could only hope that she was joking.
There was little sleep for me that night, as Amparo seemed insatiable. I have always possessed great sexual stamina but outlasting a limber, voracious woman thirty years my junior was a challenge. When she finally collapsed into exhaustion my ego was relieved.
"Bastantes!" she gasped, "If there is more it will be in my dreams."
I poured some cognac and went out on the balcony to recover and let Amparo drift off. I thought today should prove to be most interesting. I lit up a Romeo y Julietta and watched the stars fade into the dawn sky while I waited for her sleep to deepen. Half way through my cigar I went inside and turned on the monitors. Baby pussy was curled up and still but poor Cowcunt was tossing and turning with her hands between her legs. I suspected that all this sexual exposure had her feeling a tad frustrated in spite of herself. I turned off the screen. Yes indeed, today would be most entertaining.
I dressed quietly and leaving my dark haired darling to rest, I took off down to the hanger. I burst into Baby Pussy's cell banging a pair of pots together and screaming.
"Roll out! You lazy little bitch! Come on, come let's have you then!"
She jumped up in alarm with a confused look on her blinking, bald face. I hustled her along into the classroom and blindfolded and gagged her. I hurrahed her mother up out of her cell to join the girl and gave her the same treatment. I didn't have time to let them play follow the leader up to the Hacienda, so I pushed them along by the napes of their necks directing their feet as we went.
I marched them into the dining room and had them take off the jumpsuits. I draped them on their backs over each end of my long mahogany dining table. Their heads and arms hung over one side of the table and their lower legs and feet over the other. I secured them to the table legs and they were laid out like two offerings on a double ended alter.
"Yesterday you both told me you were getting hungry. Do you still have an appetite?"
The question was answered by a vigorous, positive bobbing of upside down heads.
"Good. I have spent a sleepless night wracking my brain trying to decide what the pair of you might do to earn your meal privileges. I have a guest here today whom I shall shortly bring down to breakfast. I am going to lay out a nice table here and I will be using you as a pair of placemats. If you both behave sweetly and our breakfast party is a success I shall be pleased enough to feed you. Now, can I count on you?"
Assured by more enthusiastic head bobbing, I busied myself with setting the table. I soon had an attractive centerpiece of fruit and flowers. Back and forth to the kitchen I went gathering a repast on brightly colored pottery dishes. I put out an ewer of fresh juice, a plate of sliced bread, cheese and pineapple and a platter of avocado halves stuffed with deviled eggs. I added a thermal carafe of Cuban coffee from which I poured myself a demitasse. I placed large plates on each of their concave tummies and pocketed the silverware, handles first, inside their pussies. Between their lolling breasts I nestled folded napkin swans.
I removed the ball gags to ease their breathing. I didn't want our plates heaving up and down. I sipped my coffee and stood back to observe the effect. I to both startle and impress Amparo. I hoped that the inherent humor of the scene would offset its cruelty. What a chore it had all been though. Ah, the things we do for love, I thought, but then what is life without a touch of romance.
"You both make outstanding placemats." I complimented them, "Remember now, be completely still no matter what is done to you and speak only when spoken to and I will be very pleased. Understood?"
"I understand, Sir." Cowcunt whispered.
"Baby Pussy?"
"Yes, Sir." Another whisper.
I left to rouse my sleeping beauty. I found her on her back, still dead to the world and snoring softly. I pulled back the sheet and crawled in between her thighs. I parted the matted pubic hair and eased her slit open, then, very slowly; I began to attack her with my tongue until I felt her struggle awake. When I heard a little sigh, I alternated between her labial lips, pulling on them with my lips. I felt her hands clutch my hair and began taking long licks as deeply as my tongue would reach.
"Ah yes, Mi amante! Yes! Ahh, mi dios, it is so good."
As soon as she started to buck and groan I fastened onto her clit and sucked while her whole body shuddered to completion. I waited until she went limp before I crawled up and let her lap her taste from my lips.
"Time to get up, sleepyhead."
"No." she pouted, "It is too early. I am dead from you."
"I have a nice breakfast downstairs to restore you."
"Let the boy bring it here then." She yawned.
"He has the day off so I made it myself. Come on, up with you and show some appreciation."
"Must I always be up with the roosters if I come to live with you?"
"I am the only rooster here, so the answer is yes."
I finally coddled her into a robe and she followed me downstairs, still yawning and rubbing the sleep from her eyes. I entered the dining room ahead of her and pulled the Chair at the head of the table out for her. She stopped in the doorway, gaping, while I stood behind Cowcunt's supine body holding the seat for her.
"Madre del dios! What is all this?"
"Come, Darling, sit down before the coffee cools."
She hesitantly sat down, still staring at the bound and blindfolded women. I quietly poured coffee and juice and served our plates, plopping them back down on the bellies before us. Finally I took my own seat and raised my glass of juice.
"Al amor y a la salud!" I toasted her.
"Who are these women?" she demanded at last.
"What if I told you that they are the sister and niece of the woman who insulted you last night?"
"Ha! Then they deserve it. Is that who they are?"
"No." I laughed, " but they used to be the same sort of spoiled Yankee bitches. I am teaching them a new set of manners. I hoped this would amuse you. Does it?"
She watched me unfold my napkin and pluck the utensils from the girl's bald little pussy and suddenly burst out in laughter.
"Yes," she finally managed to say, "It is very amusing. You give me such unusual presents, mi amante! "
"I am happy it pleases you. Now eat! You will need your strength when you go to settle things with your father."
With a giggle, she tentatively extracted her knife and fork from Cowcunt's furry pocket and began to eat. I enjoyed watching her as she began to accept this new pleasure of dominance. It wasn't long before she was resting her forearms on the body in front of her as if it were no more than the cushioned edge of the table.
"Why is yours bald?" she asked, between bites.
"She was too vain of her beautiful hair to suit me so I took it away from her."
"Ha, you can be so droll, mi amante. It makes her look ridiculous and appealing at the same time. Have you fucked her?"
She tried to make the inquiry casual but I heard an edge of jealousy in her voice.
"No. She is a virgin."
"And what about this one?" she punctuated the question by prodding Cowcunt's nearest nipple with her fork.
"Yes." I admitted.
"Is her concha as hot as mine?" she asked playing idly with her placemat's pussy hair.
"No woman satisfies me the way you have, my dear." I assured her.
She twisted a tuft of the hair between her fingers and viciously yanked it out by the roots. She managed not to scream but still a gasp of pain was wrenched from Cowcunt's lips.
"It's a good thing for her that you say so, my dear!" She said to me mockingly.
"Stop acting like a jealous child." I told her, "Just think of them as pets. I will need you to help me with their training after you move in."
"Who are they? Where did they come from?"
"None of that matters any more. This is Baby Pussy and the one you are being so mean to I have named Cowcunt."
Amparo began laughing delightedly. The silly names had convinced her that she would never have to seriously compete with these two for my affection. She began to pet Cowcunt's pussy almost apologetically.
"Yes, I will help you train your pets, mi amante. I will teach them to do tricks for you!"
"Excellent! Thank you. Now get dressed and go home to convince your papa that marriage is old fashioned nonsense. If he will allow it I want you to hurry back to me."
"I will. He will probably send you a gift for taking me off his hands. He calls me an expensive bit of baggage anyway."
I saw her to the car where our goodbye kiss became so passionate that we almost had another rut in the dooryard. Her anticipation of this new adventure had definitely gotten her juices flowing. I finally got her behind the wheel and on her way. She waved as she roared through the gate.
I went inside and freed my pets from the table. I dumped all the left over food into two large bowls and placed hem on the floor along with a pan of water. I had them kneel and clipped heir wrist cuffs behind them. When I nodded they bent forward with none of the hesitation one might have expected. I lit a cigar and finished the coffee while I watched them root ravenously in the bowls for their breakfast. Their faces were soon smeared with their efforts but it was of no consequence, an appointment with the garden hose would soon set them to rights.
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