'Not in the next year or so I'm not.'
'Then why are you so concerned about time?'
'It might interfere.'
'My dear Cordova I'm not asking you to be on stud call twenty four hours a day.'
'Thank you.'
'And you'll have help, you won't be alone in this, I can assure you?'
'Who else will be involved?'
'Well, there's always Caroline.'
'You really think Samantha will go for that?'
'Under the right circumstances, she'll go for almost anything.'
'Are you sure this is the best way to solve the problem?' he asked.
'No, but it's the only thing I can think of. Unless you have any suggestions?'
'No, I think you're right. She's got to work it out of her system.'
'Of course I don't want to devote too much time to this,' cautioned Martha.
'Naturally. Have you a limit in mind?'
'Well I would certainly hope to think that if she's not straightened around within a couple of months that there's something seriously wrong with her. I mean, we're very good when it comes to this sort of thing.'
'As long as you don't want to turn it into a full time project, I'll go along with it?'
'That's big of you?'
'I could always quit.'
'True'
'But I won't.'
'I know. I also know that you must have enjoyed her tight little cunt, didn't you?'
'It wasn't bad.'
'Did she suck you?'
'Yes?'
'Did she do it good?'
'There's room for improvement.'
'We're going to have to give this some more thought, not go rushing into it?'
'I think that would be wise.'
'We might have to enlist the help of someone else,' said Martha.
'I'd be careful if I were you?'
'I know if word ever got out I'd be ruined.'
'You'd be fucked in more ways than one, that's for sure,' agreed Cordova.
'Does Raymond have a brother?'
'Yes, a younger brother. He's twenty five, I think,' recalled Cordova.
'Sound Raymond out, see if he's like to take a three month vacation, paid of course. Maybe we can get his brother in here?'
'Stud service?'
'Along with butlering, yes. I'd use Raymond but he's far too old.'
'I agree. Besides, Samantha might not go for him. I think she likes them swarthy.'
'Oh really?'
'That was the impression I got.'
'Latin lovers, cute little accent?'
'Yes, that sort of thing.'
'Well, she'll have to learn that good meat comes in many different packages.'
'True enough.'
Martha looked up at her lover. She had no complaints whatsoever. He was very talented between the sheets. Of course she paid him well and he had other duties as well which he was equally as proficient at.
Still, it was nice to keep it all under one roof.
Martha knew she could have practically any man she wanted but Cordova was very convenient.
He was always around and he always fucked her very well. He was a true stud and it didn't matter to her in the slightest that he was going to use his talents on her daughter.
He was merely a means to an end. Hopefully, Samantha would come to realize certain things and would then begin to look elsewhere for them.
Then she would be out of Martha's hair and she could resume her life without having to bother with any more inconveniences.
Caroline would also agree to it. Martha knew that she liked a young girl every now and then.
Samantha was another story.
But, reasoned Martha, get the little slut hot enough and she'd probably do just about anything within proper and decent reason.
Martha sipped her drink and continued to stroke Cordova's hand. She had faced the problem and had come up with a good way to solve it.
'I assume you didn't spend too much time at this cove,' she said.
'Not too much.' Martha put down her drink and untied her pajama top at the neck and slowly unbuttoned it and shrugged it off her shoulders.
Her breasts were large and firm and stood straight out and she saw how Cordova's eyes immediately went to her large nipples.
'Good. Then you have something left for me.'
CHAPTER SEVEN
'Well, I always have something for you.'
Martha flung the sheet that was covering her from the waist down off of her and sat on the edge of the bed, her bare feet on the floor.
'Let's see it then.'
Cordova dropped his pants, his flaccid cock hanging between his legs. He started to take off his shirt when she stopped him.
'That won't be necessary'
'Why not?'
'All I want is a little taste.'
'Help yourself.'
'I intend to.'
Martha felt herself begin to tingle all over as she leaned forward and began to rub and squeeze his prick, gradually making it hard.
It grew into a full erection and when it was finally hard she looked at it, admired it and licked her lips in anticipation.
'Mmmm, such nice meat?'
'Glad you like it.'
'I love it.'
Her hands went to his balls as the tip of her tongue snaked out so she could run it up and down the sensitive underside of his cock. She did that several times, feeling her cunt begin to moisten and lubricate itself. Then she licked the head all over.
Taking the head out of her mouth and looked with satisfaction at her mouth work. Then she closed her lips over his shaft and slowly moved her head forward, taking him into her.
Inch after inch disappeared into her warm wet cavern. One of Martha's hands was on his balls, gently massaging them, teasing and pleasing them at the same time.
