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The day of our appointment with Senora Alvarez had arrived. After Amparo had dressed our slaves in skirts and blouses, she insisted on disguising them. Behind their shades and with long brunette hair, I would not have recognized them in passing.
I carefully instructed them as to their behavior upon meeting their new owner. I warned them that any disobedience would be fatal. Thanks to Amparo's assistance these two had been conditioned in record time.
As soon as we were airborne Amparo surprised me by asking to take over the controls. My plane was a 2001 Cessna model 172 with dual controls. I assumed she just wanted to try something new, so I started to explain the controls. She said she already knew how everything worked. I went ahead and activated her grips but stayed ready to take it over if anything went amiss. She flew smoothly though. I suggested that she let me line it out for Guatemala City but as we came out of the mountain pass, she banked us right onto our new heading.
"How many hours in the air have you had?" I asked in surprise.
"The pilot who dusts my father's crops taught me." She laughed.
"He did a good job." I complimented her.
"Can I land it?"
Not completely convinced, I told her that I would land us. She pouted and stuck her tongue out at me. I landed at a small airstrip just outside Guatemala City, or G.C. as most ex-pats referred to it with varying degrees of disaffection. In my opinion it was just another hellhole of a tourist trap. I hired a driver and his beat up Mercedes for the duration of our stay.
The two slaves sat on either side of Amparo in the rear seat, while I suffered up front amid the odor of sour garlic emanating from the driver's pores. It was a tossup as to whether the slaves were more nervous about meeting their new mistress or our driver's attempts to give us a heart attack on our way into the city. His attention was equally divided between constantly adjusting the dial on his radio and shaking his fist at every other driver on the road. The guidance of the Mercedes was pretty much left in the hands of God.
Eventually, the driver managed to fight his way to our destination at the El Conquistador. I ordered him to wait nearby and we gratefully escaped into the air-conditioned lobby. I led the way up to the penthouse suite. A beautiful mulatto girl in a French maid's uniform opened the door and showed us into a sitting room before silently departing.
Senora Alvarez was reclining on an over-sized leather couch. She did not rise to greet us. The silk caftan she wore was emblazoned with bright oriental peacocks. She was one of those pampered women who manage to look good even at sixty some odd. Only the thin texture of her skin hinted at her true age. Immediately upon entering the room, Amparo had snapped her fingers and the two slaves had removed their wigs and sunglasses. They dropped to their knees with lowered heads and placed their hands behind their backs. Senora Alvarez ignored them and lifted her hand to me.
"Ah, Steven! It is so nice to see you again."
I kissed her offered hand and inquired after the health of her husband, Hector.
"He is strong as a horse. He will turn 75 in four days and I am sure he will love my two presents" she chuckled throatily.
I then stood back and introduced Amparo to her as my fiancée. My little lie was becoming a habit
"You are lovely, my dear." She complimented Amparo, " Steven, I am so happy for the two of you. Perhaps Hector and I will be free if you plan on inviting us to the wedding."
"Nothing would please me more, Senora." I assured her.
It was all pretence of course. If there ever were a wedding, I would not invite them and if I did they would find some reason to be busy. In her eyes I was still a tradesman of sorts. If it suited her to pretend that this transaction was a social occasion, I would play along. All of these fabulously wealthy people were never sure they still had an ass unless it was being kissed.
"Are those my new pets, Steven?" she asked at last.
"Yes and I am sure they will please you."
"I am sure they will too. What are their names?"
"They really have no names, Senora. I felt that should be left up to you."
"How considerate of you, Steven. Raise your faces, my pets, so I can have a look at you."
Still kneeling, they looked up at their new owner, blushing prettily as they watched her inspecting them.
"Oh yes." She breathed, "Hector is going to be very happy. They are both gorgeous. Let's see what shall I call the two of you? Come over here to me, my dears."
While Amparo and I looked on impassively, the two obediently knee-walked over to the couch. Using one hand for each, Senora Alvarez deftly worked her way down the two sets of buttons. With a light touch she drew apart their blouses and feasted her eyes on their breasts. She took one of each of their nipples and delicately rolled them between a thumb and forefinger, sampling their texture. Then, tightening up on each nipple, she lifted their breasts and held them suspended from their tips. She increased the pressure of her grip until she was rewarded by two short gasps of pain. Senora Alvarez smiled at the sound of their discomfort and opened her fingers, watching raptly as their released breasts settled back onto their chests.
"What delicious nips you both have. My husband will love chewing on them. Stand up and drop your skirts. I want to have a peek between your legs."
While they had grown comfortable with their nudity around us, I could see that this intimate examination by a strange new owner was embarrassing them. They did as they were bidden though and soon stood naked before her.
"Spread your legs, my dears, and hold your cunnys open for me." She instructed.
For some reason, both of them focussed their eyes on me as they reached down and pulled the lips of their cunts apart. Holding my gaze must have comforted them as they held themselves wide and exposed to the older woman's prying eyes. Senora Alvarez slowly insinuated a questing finger into each of them. She took her time with this and as her exploration became prolonged, the shame in the two women's eyes deepened. I almost felt a twinge of sympathy for them.
Senora Alvarez made a small sound of satisfaction when she encountered the girl's hymen. She frigged in and out of them until the squishy sounds she was creating were audible to everyone in the room. The pair began to twitch with arousal in spite of themselves. At last Senora Alvarez withdrew her fingers. They were shiny and dripping with the juices she had collected. She held them, one at a time, to her aristocratic nostrils and inhaled deeply. She then shut her eyes and closed her mouth over the fingers. Pulling at them greedily, as if sucking honey from a comb. She didn't open her eyes until she had savored the last of their taste.
With a small gesture she ordered them to turn around.
"Bend forward and hold your bottoms open for me now"
Again they complied .I could see their fingers whiten as they grasped their asscheeks and pried them apart revealing their crinkled anuses for the Senora's inspection.
She inserted the tip of a finger into each of their small brown holes and tickled them until the little rings of muscle gave her fingers an answering squeeze. Satisfied, she left off playing with them and bid them kneel again.
"Are you looking forward to giving your cherry to my husband, girl?" she asked.
"Yyes, Mistress." came the stammered reply.
"Good. I think we shall call you, Cherry. Yes, definitely. Cherry. As for your mother…she has a sweet, heart-shaped bum, so I will call her Valentine "
As Amparo and I watched, Senora Alvarez sat up and opened her caftan. Her body was not bad, I thought, considering her age. She parted her thighs, revealing a trimmed pubic patch that was flecked with gray.
"Come here, Cherry."
The newly named Cherry leaned forward and Senora Alvarez guided the girl's face down onto her waiting cunt. She looked over at us and smiled.
"I've been saving this for them. I'm glad you were punctual or it would have gotten uncomfortable."
She slid her self down on the couch and tipped her pelvis up. Her lower legs came up on her toes and her calf muscles took her weight.
"Cherry, be a good girl and use your lips to form a seal over my pussy. I'll be very angry if you make me stain the couch."
With no further ado the Senora released her bladder into the girl's mouth. As we watched the girl busily swallowing in an effort to keep up with her Mistress's flow, I elbowed Amparo.
"I told you so." I whispered.
Amparo had to suppress a giggle. About then, Senora Alvarez pulled the choking girl from her loins and waved her mother forward.
"Hurry, Valentine! Get down here and get the rest of it." She demanded.
The Senora must have been regulating herself at first, because as soon as her other slave's face was in place, she groaned and let go all control. The mouth beneath her was forced to gobble frantically to consume the torrent of piss that poured forth.
After she was completely empty, the Senora sighed with contentment and sat back from the damp face between her thighs.
"Well Steven, I shan't keep you two lovebirds any longer. I am very pleased. Thank you both for stopping by. It was lovely meeting you, Amparo."
Without so much as a glance at the two women whose lives we had changed forever, we said our farewells and took our leave.
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