'Jill… how about a little champagne and caviar?' Garcia suggested.
'Oh, eh… well… I guess there's always room for a little caviar…' she stammered. There was a hard knot in her throat that swallowing wouldn't take away. Her heart was beating like a trip hammer. Dammit, why did he have to be so attractive! It would be so much easier to betray him if he was a boorish clod like Dawson!
'Marvelous. Come with me,' he said, standing up and coming over to her, extending his hands and drawing her up to him from the couch. He looked deep into her eyes with the faintest glimmer of lust. She thought he was going to kiss her. But he did not. He took her by the hand and led her down the hall… to his bedroom.
He switched on a small lamp and closed the door. 'The champagne and caviar are over there, Jill,' he said, pointing to a bedside table.
She stood there, not daring to look up at him. He placed his hands on her shoulders and gently turned her around. Looking intently into her eyes he said, 'I want to make love to you, Jill. I've wanted to make love to you for a long time. But I am not an animal. I will not force you. Whatever you give me of your body, your beauty, your warmth, you must give willingly…'
Jill was confused, bewildered. Those couldn't be the words of a heartless white slaver, a dealer in wholesale narcotics! Oh God, why did this have to happen to her?
'Ernesto… I… I… oh yeeesss. YEEESSS!' she cried breathlessly, lifting her face to receive his lips. He enfolded her in her arms, crushing her against him. He wedged her legs apart with his knee and pressed his hard, heated cock into her pussy mound, massaging her cunt as he placed his hands on her taut asscheeks and squeezed them firmly, kneading them as though they were two plump loaves of dough. Jill was wet between her legs, and her clitoris throbbed against her panty hose. She felt weak in the knees.
Suddenly he drew back from her. 'Let me undress you, preciosa.' And he did, while she stood there shivering with desire. He was still fully clothed, and standing there naked before him gave her a lascivious thrill, as though she were a concubine and he, the Sultan of the harem.
He picked her up and carried her over to the bed, placing her on the pristine white sheet ever so carefully. Then he undressed. She saw the gold chain attached to his belt loop as soon as he took off his jacket and placed it on the back of a chair. Then followed the tie, the cufflinks and the shirt. He slipped off his snakeskin shoes, then pulled off his socks as he sat on the edge of the bed. Next came the trousers, which he carefully folded on the crease line and placed across the chair seat. Lastly, his monogrammed silk undershorts.
Ernesto stood before her, his throbbing penis jutting out from his sparse black pubic hair. He was a sensational man. His penis was not as large as Julio's, but it was beautiful, and more than enough for the breathless young artist. His balls were smooth and nearly hairless. How she would love to have Ernesto pose nude for her!
'Well, my magnificent beauty, would you like your champagne now or later?' he asked, sitting down on the edge of the bed and grinning at her warmly. (God, she could have cared less about anything to drink at that moment!)
She fanned her arm out languorously towards hum. 'Later, Ernesto… much later…'
He kissed her then, kissed her whole body all over. Everywhere. He tongued her pussy and she came on his mouth again and again. Then he fucked her – oh, did he fuck her! Ernesto was a well-oiled machine, his cock a piston that gave her another thrilling orgasm before he stiffened and cried, 'Dios, arribo!' and blasted her pussy with his boiling load of cum.
They rested then, and sipped champagne and ate caviar on English water biscuits. Then he ate her pussy again, squirting champagne into her vagina with his mouth, then siphoning it out again with the same pleasure- giving orifice. He was a master love-maker, and she never came down from her sexual high.
Julio had told her to 'wear him out' so that he would be certain to sleep heavily. Instead, it was all she could do to keep pace with her masterful Colombian lover, despite taking an upper that Julio had given her earlier. Finally, she crawled down between his legs and kissed his smooth cock. It bobbed in reaction to her stimulus. Garcia placed his hand on her head. 'Are you certain you want to do that, Nina?' he asked her.
'Yes, Ernesto. I want to kiss your beautiful cock. I want to kiss it, and lick it and suck it until you fill my mouth with your wonderful hot, sticky cum.'
Dios! The girl has learned well – and in such a short time! Garcia remarked to himself, I must give compliments to Julio. Dawson was right: she is a she-cat!
Jill covered the underworld magnate's penis with kisses, which became more fervent by the moment. Then she licked where she had kissed, poking the tip of her pink tongue in the tiny glans slit to taste his seminal lubrication. And as she sucked and nibbled, her pussy became more inflamed with nibbling desire. An electric surge washed over her cunt as Garcia reached down between her legs and placed a long, elegant finger between her pussy lips to massage her tautly distended clitoris.
At that, she opened her mouth wide and placed her lips over the head of his heated shaft, drawing it in and licking it inside her mouth as she folded her lips over the points of her teeth to keep from hurting the tender cockflesh. She bent down, taking more of the turgid prick into her mouth. Her lips were tautly ovalled around him, and as she drew his cock into her mouth as far as it would go, Garcia let out a heavy moan of pleasure and momentarily stopped manipulating her clitoris.
Jill drew back, until the slippery head was almost out of her mouth. Slowly, she sucked it deep inside again, and when she let it slide out, she grasped the base with one of her hands so that she could control it better. She was determined to give Ernesto the best blow job she could. After all, he had satisfied her so beautifully. And she felt guilty, despite what Julio had told her about him.
He resumed his clitoral massage. Her lust-inflamed cunt moved forward and back, forward and back against his finger as she ground her pussy in tempo with her furious sucking mouth. She wanted his cum! She was hungry for it, thirsty for it. She wanted to milk him dry with her tongue and lips, to taste his fiery seminal sauce. And she wanted to cum, too. Her cunt wanted lt. Her clitoral nubbin wanted it. Oooohh, God it felt heavenly!
Garcia's moans and sighs were becoming more urgent. He thrust his free hand into her dark, abundant hair and grasped her scalp with his fingertips, forcing her into his loins. He was fucking up into her mouth with his cock, sending his slender hips forward to add more impetus to her mouth fucking.
Jill gyrated her hips feverishly, feeling the building heat of her beautiful, pink-seamed crack. She was going to… Ooooohhhh… she was cumming!
'Aaahhharaahh…' she moaned onto Garcia's cock as the tide of incomparable rapture washed over her body. She squirmed and shook throughout her wanton orgasm, her lust more incited than ever, and she sucked avidly on Garcia's cock, begging him with her body and her mouth to join her in ecstasy.
He did. His balls released their pent-up jism, sending the fiery fluid down the length of his engorged shaft and into the young artist's mouth, where it splashed against the back of her throat. He gripped the back of her head firmly, to make sure she took the full surge of his ricocheting cum. She sucked and swallowed it in quick gulps as her cheeks inflated and deflated from the pressure of his endlessly squirting orgasm, savoring the pungent, sperm-filled fluid as though it were a delicacy. She continued to suck Garcia's spent cock after he had released his hold on her head, until she had licked it clean.
When there was nothing more to lick, she crawled out from between his legs and scooted up the bed to where he lay with his eyes closed, one arm thrown across his forehead. She kissed him full on the mouth. Then she went into the bathroom to freshen up, praying that the handsome Colombian would fall asleep. She would have loved nothing better than to dream in his arms for the rest of the night. But she had a job to do. She splashed cold water on her face and shook her head to shake herself alert. She dawdled in the bathroom for several minutes. Then she cautiously opened the door and tiptoed out.
She crept over to the bed and looked down at the still form on the mattress. He lay just as she had left him. She called softly to him, 'Ernesto… Ernesto…'; and he groaned in answer, then rolled over on his side. She waited, fearing to move. His breathing was deep and rhythmical. Yes, he was asleep!
Her heart was beating fast and her hands were trembling as she unfastened the gold chain from the belt loop and carefully pulled the key from his trouser pocket. She slipped out of the room noiselessly, still stark naked, and hurried to Julio's bedroom. She had to shake him to wake him up.
He used a small pen light to see by until they were in the bathroom. Then, with the door closed, he switched on a light. He took one quick glance at her nakedness, raised his eyebrows and gave her a quizzical look then held his hand out. She handed him the key. He took a hair brush from the medicine cabinet, lifting the bristles out. Jill's eyes widened as she saw the mechanism inside. Mounted against the metal backing was something that looked
