and even if he hadn't he had certainly made an impression and this certainly wasn't going to be the last time he'd have the opportunity.
He put on one last spurt of energy just before his balls released their load and he squirted into her seething asshole.
Samantha felt it hit her and it extended her orgasm, made it something it wasn't before and she cried out as she felt her body being drained of cream.
Cordova gave her one last shot before he was finally finished. He pulled his cock out of her asshole and sat down on the bed.
He breathed hard and fast and was sweating in spite of the breeze which made the curtains flutter away from the windows.
Samantha rolled over onto her side, her legs stretched out, her whole body shivering from spent excitement. Minnows of pleasure continued to dart through her, echoing satisfaction.
Cordova snuck a hand between her legs so he could rub her sex mound, sneaking a finger into her slit, finding her clit, poking at it with a fingertip.
Samantha responded by rolling over onto her back and spreading her legs and lifting one leg up a little, wondering if Cordova was going to fuck her again.
He wasn't.
Once was enough, at least for him in one day, considering who he was fucking. Cordova looked at her while he continued to rub her.
She was obviously a very attractive young woman. She was also rich. She was also a bitch, at least with him. She was used to getting her own way and he sincerely hoped her mother knew what she was doing, otherwise her daughter would be even more messed up than she already was.
Nevertheless, he still felt that there was reason to be optimistic. All he was doing was accelerating the natural growing up process.
And hoping he wouldn't turn her into a sex fiend in the process.
He could only relate to it so far. After that, it wasn't his responsibility any longer. Besides, he knew what his position was.
They were both manipulating him. The mother and daughter were very much alike although he doubted that either one of them knew it.
He sighed and felt like going to the beach where he could be alone and do some thinking but he knew it was impossible.
He took his finger off of Samantha's clit. Her inner thighs were splashed and lined with drying cream and her breathing was becoming more regular.
She finally propped herself up on her elbows, her breasts resting easily on her chest and looked at him, smiling.
'Well, well,' she said enigmatically.
'Well what?'
'Life is full of surprises.'
'It sure is.'
'Nobody's ever fucked me there before.'
'Did you like it?'
'It was different,' she answered, looking between his legs at his limp cock.
'That's not what I asked you.'
'Yes, I liked it.'
'Good, we'll do it again sometime.'
'I'd have to think about that.'
'No you won't.'
'My but we're getting assertive all of a sudden,' she said.
'You wanted to play with grownups,' he reminded her as he stood up.
'Meaning that I'm a child?'
'No, not that at all.'
'Then what?'
'You've got to take some responsibility, that's all,' he said with a shrug of his shoulders.
'I thought I was.'
'Think again.'
'Maybe I will.'
Cordova put on his clothes. 'Do you still want to go shopping?'
'Sure.'
'Well, get dressed stupid or are you going like that?' he asked.
'I'm not used to being spoken to like that.'
'You better get used to it.'
'I might have to talk to my mother about you,' said Samantha as she dressed. 'You're getting very arrogant for a chauffer.'
'Be my guest. I'll be waiting in the car.'
'I'll be down in ten minutes?'
Cordova walked down the broad, curving staircase. Caroline was standing at the bottom, smoking a cigarette, like she was waiting for him.
'Have fun?'
'It helped to pass the time,' he answered.
Then he went out to sit in the car and wait for her. He noticed she was walking a little funny and he asked her why.
'I'm a little sore.'
'I have a feeling you're going to be a lot sorer.'
'What do you mean by that?' she asked as she sat down in the back seat.
'Nothing in particular'
CHAPTER ELEVEN
It was three nights later. It was late at night.
Samantha was already in bed, having complained of a vague soreness in her body.
She had been very quiet and unusually subdued and Martha thought she knew the reason why but she wasn't quite sure.
Martha had made herself a drink and had taken it out to the veranda where Cordova was sitting in a chair, looking at the city lights far below.
It was a nice night. Stars were in the sky and there was a pleasant breeze which ruffled Martha's skirt around her legs.
She lit a cigarette and pulled up a chair so she could be close to her lover and driver. She hadn't seen too much of him lately.
'I assume you had a chance to get together with my daughter.'
'Yes, the day you went to the beach.'
'She doesn't waste any time does she?'
'None at all.'
'Were the results satisfactory?'
'I gave her a good ass fucking which may account for her soreness.'
'Ahh, it begins to make sense to me.'
'She's coming around. I may have been a little rough with her, I'm not sure.'
'Nothing too sordid, I hope.'
