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The alarm went off at eight. I woke up in the big bed alone. There was a note on Amparo's pillow. She had left early for Huehue to do some shopping. I rang down to Juan for breakfast. By the time I came out of the bathroom huevos rancheros and steaming coffee were waiting for me on the balcony. He had laid out the newspapers. I got the Sunday editions from New York, London and Mexico City. They were always three or four days old by the time they arrived but they kept me as current as I cared to be.
I called my client in Argentina and confirmed that she would be ready for delivery in three weeks. She was thrilled with this as it meant she would be able to present them to her husband on his birthday. I told her I would e-mail her some photos and video clips of her new toys. I asked if she were sure the travel documents would be ready in time. She assured me that her connections in the government would arrange new identities for both women. We agreed that she would arrive by private jet in Guatemala City to collect her new pets. I reminded her that I that there would be no delivery until I received a verification from my bank in Grand Cayman that the balance due had been deposited to my account. She said it would be done.
I was about to hang up when she asked if I would fill an order for a German friend of hers. I told her to send me some background information and I would consider it. She knew better than to hand my number out. I was very particular about who I did business with. Anyone who had to inquire the amount of my fee, probably could not afford me.
I had Juan bring up the land rover. As he drove me over to the stable, I informed him that he could no longer be my houseboy, as the new Senora preferred to have maids. I thought he was going to start crying until I told him that he was being promoted. I informed him that henceforth he would be Paloma Blanca's new General Superintendent of Transport. When he heard this, I feared his head might burst. I threw in a raise of twenty Q a month and he tried to kiss my hand. He was the proudest chauffeur in all of Guatemala.
With part of the down payment I received for the two blondes, I had purchased a long coveted Barb mare. I spent the morning watching Carlos supervise her being bred by my favorite stallion, Amanecer. If the foal turned out well, I intended to make a present of it to Amparo. She shared my passion for horses and was an accomplished equestrienne. I had them saddle my smaller stallion, Oscuridad and rode out to inspect a section of fence I had ordered repaired.
Before I left, I told Carlos to find me a young girl from the country who had learned how to cook. It had occurred to me that with Juan gone we would need someone. I doubted whether Cowcunt's kitchen skills went much beyond dry meatloaf and a microwaved potato.
"Make sure she is a virgin and beautiful too. Not a left over daughter with a mouthful of gold teeth! Promise her father a bride's price as well, for she will be staying here."
"Si, Jefe." He leered, " I will find for you a good one."
It was well into the afternoon when I got back to the hacienda. The red BMW was in the drive. When I walked through the door a smiling Amparo greeted me with a kiss.
"Aiyee! You smell sexy, mi amante, like a wet stallion. Have you been riding?
"Yes. I was at the stable all morning. Let me change and freshen up for you."
Amparo clapped her hands sharply and our two slaves appeared. She had costumed them in white silk kimonos trimmed in turquoise. On their feet, they wore matching gold foil zoris. With the exception of their fair complexions, they put me in mind of the women who took such wonderful care of me in the upscale Tokyo bathhouses I had visited.
"Rubia, go and run a bath for Sir. Pobrecita, you lay out the fresh clothes as I showed you and then help Rubia bathe the Master."
"Yes, Mistress." They replied in unison before hastening off.
"I hope you don't mind that I changed their names." She giggled, "I could not say Cowcunt without laughing! She is a blondie, so I call her Rubia and the young one is now Pobrecita."
My first impulse was to be irritated at this. I had made them accept idiotic names for the purpose of further eroding their self-esteem. However, if it pleased Amparo, what did it matter what they were called. Perhaps it was just as well to show them that they did not even rate a permanent name. In Buenos Aires they would probably be renamed yet again.
"If it pleases you, it tickles me." I said, " Very impressive, Darling, you have been busy. How did you get their respect so quickly? Tell me your secret."
"They were very grateful for their new clothes. Before I allowed them to dress though, I made them stand side by side in front of me and look into my eyes. I began fingering their pussies while I told them sweetly how nice I could be to them. Believe me, Mi Amante, I had both of your bitches panting to come. Once I had their clits poking out, I got their little nubbins between my nails and almost pinched them off."
She laughed gaily as she related this. The streak of cruelty I had noticed in her was wider than I had imagined.
"A pinch in time saves nine." I quipped.
"They both screamed and dropped to the floor holding their poor conchas. I told them to remember this feeling and to never make me angry. After this es no problema, they pay attention to everything."
"Bravo, you have outdone yourself. Now, let me get rid of this stink."
"Yes, go. I will cook. I think the gringas are helpless in the kitchen."
"I have taken care of this." I said over my shoulder, " Carlos is finding us a cook."
The bath was perfect and my helpers seemed to enjoy their task. I do believe they were relieved to see me. Obviously their day with Amparo had been strenuous. I had no doubt that they would be on pins and needles around her for awhile.
While they were drying me, I playfully pinched their nipples and squeezed their asses. Taking this as an indication of desire, they both dropped to their knees and opened their mouths expectantly. I liked this further evidence of Amparo's work with them but I ignored them and went into the bedroom. They got up and followed to help me dress. It was apparent that they had received a plethora of instruction in my absence.
I sent them off to assist Amparo in the kitchen and went out by the pool to relax. No sooner had I settled back than Baby Pussy…or rather Pobrecita, reappeared with my humidor. With a sly little smile she squatted slightly, extracted one of my Cubans and ran it back and forth between the lips of her little slit before handing it to me. I had to smile. I would definitely regret having to part with this one. No sooner was my cigar drawing nicely than she was back with a tall Pina Colada.
"Does Sir wish anything else?" she asked softly.
"Why don't you look through those CDs on the bar and put some Cal Tjader on."
Soon the cool jazz from his vibes was mixing it up with a Mambo beat. The freshly squeezed pineapple juice with chilled rum and coconut milk was delicious. Pobrecita returned and I set her to rubbing my feet. I was the picture of contentment when Amparo joined me with a drink of her own. Rubia appeared and taking a cue from her daughter knelt down and began to massage my other foot.
"Everything is prepared, Mi Amante. They will serve us when you are ready."
"Se parece que puede tener otra peticion pronto." I confided to her.
I went on to outline the morning conversation with my client. I explained that following the delivery, it was possible that I might be called away on another hunt.
"You are going to take a new one? You must let me come with you. It will be exciting."
I told her I had no details yet. As to her accompanying me, I said I would think it over. She tried to press the issue but I just smiled and called for my slippers.
"What delectable thing have you created in there?" I changed the subject.
"Verdura con mayonesa y pollo. Why can't I go too, you devil?"
"Basta! Okay! We will go together. Now let's have no more talk, I'm hungry."
The chicken was succulent and seasoned perfectly. When the new girl arrived she had better know her chilies and beans, I thought to myself. We finished with a melon sorbet. When we had eaten our fill, we made the pets kneel beside our chairs. We fed them scraps while we finished the wine.
After they licked our fingers clean I ordered them into the bedroom. I had Amparo let them wear two of her blouses while I took some passport photos with my digital camera.
Once that was done, I had them strip again. I took a series of nude studies. I posed them leaning on the railing of the balcony gazing wistfully up at the moon. I took one of them each resting a hand upon the other's shoulder while holding an apple, as if they were two of Raffaello's three graces. I got out the video camera and shot them clowning with each other during a mock pillow fight. It was all a tease designed to provide my client with a pleasing preview of her purchases.
"I need a short porn feature now. You two will be the movie stars and Amparo will be your director."
Amparo rubbed her hands together gleefully and got into the spirit of the thing immediately. She ordered them to get dressed again, while she disappeared into the walk-in closet. Shortly, she emerged wearing a black silk blouse; jodhpurs and riding boots complete with spurs. I insisted that she fashion a Zorro mask from one her scarves and wear it. Who could know what my client might do with this video? I did not want Amparo's father stumbling across this scene on the Internet by some wild coincidence.
She swaggered forward, slapping the calf of her boot with a crop, a perfect parody of the Nazi bitch from hell. With overstated gestures reminiscent of the silent movies, she threatened her victims, whose wide-eyed fright was no longer wholly theatrical. She actually used her crop on them and soon had them weeping as she bullied them into removing their clothing. Once they were naked, she forced them into various humiliating positions. She toyed with them. Prodding them with the crop, as she forced them to hold themselves open while I zoomed in for close-ups of their gaping cunts and stretched anuses.
She ordered them to undress her. I got some amusing shots while they were bent over struggling to tug her boots off. While she had them down licking her feet, she asked me what I wanted for a finale. Knowing that my clients were into watersports, I told her to make them lay with their heads together and piss on their faces.
"Para veradero?" she asked, not believing I was serious.
"Yes. Their future Mistress will adore it." I assured her.
With no further ado she ordered them into position and moved astride their faces. As soon as she squatted and pulled open the lips of her cunt, they realized her intention. Their expressions registered shame and disgust and they were not acting.
"Look up at me and open your mouths! Don't ruin my movie and make me angry." She threatened.
With great reluctance they acceded to her command.
"Stick out your tongues, you gringa bitches!" she growled.
I knew she must have been remembering the woman at the nightclub. With a curled smile on her lips, she released her bladder. At first it was merely a yellow dribble that spattered off their tits but she soon had a strong stream going. Using her fingers and her pelvis, she moved the golden arc up onto their faces. She moved it from side to side, filling their yawning mouths until they were forced to swallow. My Camera zoomed in on their bulging cheeks and the contractions of their throats as they strove to keep up with her flow. At last she emptied herself and I finished with a shot of their soaked faces, trying to blink her urine from their eyes.
I barely had time to set down the camera before Amparo was upon me, tearing at my clothes.
"Hurry. Put it in me. Please! Hurry!"
I finally managed to hold her still long enough to comply. We were going at it hammer and tongs, with her on top, when she noticed the two women, where she had left them, watching us stupidly with dripping faces. Without missing a stroke, she ordered them up.
"Mop up that mess and wash yourselves. I want you here when we finish to clean us."
She turned her full attention back to me and began milking me with her inner muscles. By god, there was no waiting then. As soon as I felt that invisible cunt-fist muckle on to me I knew it was all over. Either the feel of me spurting or the sound of me talking in tongues must have done it for her, because she followed me over the edge.
We were holding one another drowsily when Rubia and Pobrecita returned from the shower and crawled up on the bed. They nestled their still damp bodies against our sweaty warmth and began cleaning us with their tongues. Amparo was already snoring softly when I locked the thin chains from their collars to the foot of the bed.
I drifted off to sleep with one of them licking the stickiness from my thighs while the other sucked my cum from Amparo's leaking pussy.
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