pulsating cunt lips.
He quickly climbed back into his uniform again and waited, smoking a cigarette while Samantha gradually came down from the heights his cock had driven her to.
It had been worth the wait, she decided. Yes, he was a tiger, a stud, a real man and she was glad he had fucked her and eaten her.
She opened her eyes and saw his back and the glow from his cigarette. She put on her clothes and went and stood by his side.
'Did you enjoy that?' she asked.
'Very much.'
'Don't you want to know if I enjoyed it too?'
'Did you?'
'Yes, it was wonderful.'
'I'm glad.'
'Don't make fun of me,' she cautioned.
'I'm not,' he said, hoping she would believe him.
She held onto his arm and made sure one of her breasts pressed his body. It was hard and muscular and he really knew how to use his cock.
'No one's ever fucked me like that before,' she said softly, almost shyly.
'Now you're making fun of me.'
'No, I mean it?'
'Then I'm glad.'
'Are you?'
'Yes.'
'Why?'
'Because I liked pleasing you.'
'But I threatened you.'
'True but you were still very good.'
'Was I?'
'Yes.'
'Are you lying to me?'
'Of course not. You're young and there's always room for improvement but you were still good.'
'I like to hear you say that?'
'I mean it.'
'Would you like to fuck me again?'
'Yes.'
'Good, we'll do it soon then?'
'But now we must be getting back?'
'You're right.'
Cordova closed the door behind her and drove quickly away, his pubic hairs splattered with drying come. It bad been well worth it.
He made sure he made good time back to where Samantha lived. It was a huge, three story mansion that sat on a hill off of the road.
It was freshly painted every three years and very well kept up. In addition to the driver, Samantha's mother also employed a cook and a butler.
Cordova parked the car in the garage. Samantha got out and met Raymond, the livened butler in the foyer that led to the huge living room.
'Welcome home. I'll take your bags to your room,' he said as be bowed.
'Thank you. Is mother around?'
'She'll be down shortly.'
'So will I.'
Her room was exactly as she left it and she felt an immediate sense of comfort and security. Raymond deposited her bags on the floor and Samantha decided to unpack and change her clothes.
She put on some levis, a long tailed shirt and sneakers and then went downstairs, hoping that the cook could make her something to eat.
'Who are you?' she asked when she walked into the large kitchen.
The woman was young, not yet thirty and pretty.
She wore a plain light blue uniform that did nothing to disguise the fullness of her figure.
'I'm Caroline, the cook. Can I get you something?'
'What have you got?'
'There's some chicken I could heat up?'
'I'll eat it cold in here, don't bother to set the table,' said Samantha. She was served and ate quietly, glancing every now and then at the cook. She was new, Samantha didn't remember her and she wondered how long she had been working for her mother.
Samantha was just finishing her snack when Martha Harding walked into the kitchen. She had married young, was widowed also while she was young and had been living off her inheritance ever since.
She was a pretty woman who had just turned forty. She exercised regularly and watched her diet to ensure that she kept her figure.
She wore a caftan and slippers and her long brown hair was hanging about her neck and shoulders. She was fond of her daughter.
'So there you are. Why aren't you in the dining room?' she asked.
'It seemed like a lot of trouble to put the cook to,' answered Samantha.
'The servants are paid to get put to trouble. Oh well, welcome home,' she said as she kissed Samantha lightly on her cheek.
'Thanks?'
'I imagine you'll want to take a few days to get used to the place again,' said her mother who continued to stand and looked down at her.
'I'm not in a rush for anything, am I?'
'Of course not. Lets talk in the morning. I've had along day. If you want something, Caroline or Raymond will see to it.'
'All right?'
'Good night?'
'Good night mother.'
And that was that. Martha Harding swept out of the room while Caroline cleared away Samantha's plates and asked her if she wanted anything else.
'No?'
'I'll go to my room then,' said Caroline. 'You can do whatever you want as far as I'm concerned,' said Samantha.
Samantha wandered around the first floor of the large house. The rooms were airy and filled with light during the day.
The place was really too big for just the two of them but Samantha knew her mother liked to entertain a lot and she could certainly afford that plus the upkeep of the place so why not.
After a while Samantha got tired of wandering around and went back to her room. She took off her clothes, put on pajamas and crawled into bed, thinking of Cordova and what it would feel like the next time he fucked her.
CHAPTER SIX
