worked it back to the deepest point of penetration.
The head of Jose's prick pulsed and jerked insanely with the nerve-tingling lick of her tongue caressing the head and then the sides as she began to work the cock back into her throat. Lust consumed him totally as she worked her head up and down gently, and the pink inner flesh of her mouth yielded to his thrusts and grunting, grinding passion. She was clinging to his cock and sucking it voraciously. His mind was feverish as he wallowed in the carnality of the act. All the time he felt the pushing and pulling of her finger as it reamed in and out of his asshole, adding the pleasure of friction to his already burning desire.
'Don't stop!' Jose commanded as he strained to keep his climax in his balls.
Vivian's own ecstasy increased as she felt her pimp strain to keep his load in the balls she was so tenderly caressing. She knew Jose was enjoying her mouth and this was enough for her own desires. Her whole mouth was aflame from the first salty taste of cum that dripped from the cock. She wanted the whole load to drench her mouth with the sticky, flavorful sperm he was fighting to hold back.
'Fuck it! It's time – there is nothing I can do about it. I'm going to blow my nuts!' Noises of pleasure worked their way from his throat. He strained with every ounce of strength in his body to hold out for a moment more.
Vivian pushed her mouth as hard as she could to the base of Jose's prick and rammed her finger as deeply as she could into his ass. She wanted his cock to explode in her mouth. She wanted to swallow his fuck juice and feel it as it ran down her throat. It was her revenge against her father – and she would be the best whore the world had ever known if it would help him see the evil he had perpetrated on others with his never-ending quest for raw power.
'Now! Motherfucker! Vivian, I'm going to shoot my load into your hot mouth! Shove your finger in and out of my ass and suck as hard as you can, you little bitch! It's ccooommmiiinnnggg!'
He pushed his hips and wiggled his ass furiously, watching her lovely face work, remembering her innocent eyes as her lips sucked and her finger reamed and his cock spurted blast after blast after blast of hot white cum into her waiting mouth.
The first blast of hot jizz set Vivian soaring, and she vaguely understood that he was groaning and giving her encouragement. She sucked feverishly while his cock continued to gush forth thick hot streams of the pungent sperm, filling her mouth and throat, making her lovely young cheeks balloon and contract as she swallowed the warm river in hungry gulps, sucking harder and harder, fastening her lips around the spasming prick while the massive load continued to spray her mouth and his hands pulled her face tightly to his crotch.
Jose lay back on the table, releasing the girl's ears as the last drops of his cum drained into her throat. He was spent. He relaxed totally as the girl pulled her finger from his asshole. He felt her reluctantly give up his softening cock as it slid from her lovely lips.
Vivian stayed on her knees. She wanted to impress Jose with her obedience. She was proud of the way she had kept using her hand to bring about his climax instead of her own. She licked at the only trickle of jism that had escaped her mouth and reveled in the taste.
Jose propped himself up on one elbow and looked at the girl. He was amazed at the natural talent she possessed and was more than happy with his end of the bargain with Tony Coin.
'Look at me!' Jose commanded as he watched her tongue circle softly over her perfect teeth.
Vivian lifted her head and looked directly into Jose's eyes. She was totally under his control. She smiled as she felt a trickle of juice from her own pussy drip onto her thigh. She enjoyed the horny feeling she had that was making her crotch tingle.
Jose gazed into the deep green pools that the girl turned upward upon his command. He found the glimmer in them intriguing and knew that other men would, too.
'Well, my little whore,' he whispered, 'your eyes are going to make me a lot of money.'
CHAPTER TWELVE
'This is heaven,' Vivian thought as she lowered her body into the luxury of a sunken marble bath, filled with piping hot water, rich oils, scented soaps, and fragrant perfumes. She was relaxed and happy to be out of the Carcel Preventiva and in Jose's exotic cantina. For the first time in a week she didn't fear for her life or safety.
Everything seemed like a dream after she had given Jose the blow job. Now, for the first time, she had a moment to appreciate all the things she had always taken for granted during her life. She remembered the surge of energy that swept over her as she stepped from the prison gate out into the world and the setting sun. She was sure that nature had painted the evening sky just for her, with all of its blends of bright orange and pink clashing and the light filtering through billowy clouds as she stepped into the waiting Rolls-Royce. The chauffeur had opened the door and let her in the back seat where she remembered feeling so out of place in the ill-fitting prison clothing she had worn so long. The drive from the prison was much nicer than the one to it, and this time she got to see the true old Spanish beauty she remembered about the city. It was then, as the car sped along into the city, and the setting desert sun, that she vowed never to go home to her family; the truth of her father's deliberate misuse of human life to increase his own personal power and wealth left her phlegmatic toward society as she had known it.
Vivian let her hands roam over her own soft flesh as she remembered how hot she had become in the back of the car. After her vow about her family, Vivian's mind wandered back to its favorite current subject: sex. She let her hands linger on the firm curve of her tits while she remembered the way her pussy had dripped as she thought about all the long hard cocks she would get to suck and fuck during the course of a year. She had visualized rooms full of cocks for her to do with whatever she wanted from morning until night. It was the most erotic thing she had ever conceived of, and the thought excited her again as her fingers worked on her swelling boobs while she lingered in the depths of her hot bath.
She looked over at the lovely clothing she had been given upon her arrival at the cantina as her hands slid down across her belly and mingled with her soft blonde down. She could hardly wait to try on the black silk pantsuit that fit her so tightly and revealed all of her lovely curves and features. Her fingers continued to stroke away at the lips of her pussy, and she remembered her orders from the woman who had greeted her that she was to keep her entire body clean-shaven, including her pussy. She looked around the elegant tub until her eyes located a shaving kit.
She reached across the length of the tub and picked up the shaving set and then assumed a seat out of the hot bath while she used the special shampoo in the kit to lather her soft downy pussy hair. It didn't take long for her to shave away the hair and rinse away the excess soap.
'Oh! My cunt is beautiful!' she thought as she pulled apart the lips and dipped two of her own fingers into the moist pink gash. A shudder swept over her as she manipulated her clit with the free finger, using a rotating and plunging motion to beat a rhythm for her own sexual release.
Vivian stopped abruptly and slid back into the warmth of her bath as she remembered the promise she had made herself as she had given Jose his superb head job. She reluctantly picked up the soap and washed her body with a renewed effort to play nothing more than the tool for other people's pleasure, and if she found any gratification in the satisfaction she brought to others, it would be of a greater pleasure to herself.
Then she stepped from the bath and toweled herself dry. Her experience over the past week had left an open wound that she felt would never heal. She felt that her father was the one to blame for her own misfortune as well as that of the innocent woman who was in jail in Texas. Her father and all the other people like him who ran the world and controlled the money lived by abusing and stealing; it was a saturnalia of greed.
If the child inherits the father's crime, it is my duty to try to right those of my father, she thought as she began to dress and looked at herself and her lovely body in a full-length mirror as she stepped into each piece of the sexy clothing.
Jose and Tony Coin sat in lazy contentment on an outside balcony. Lit with the soft light of large candles protected from the soft breeze by ornate glass holders. They sipped tequila from tall glasses and rested them on the Spanish-style cast-iron table topped with marble that stood before them.
Everything about the two-story Spanish-style cantina related to the luxury and wealth of which the two men
