Rancho Paloma Blanca

In the morning, I was the first to awaken. Even my huge bed was a bit crowded with three women in it. I extracted myself from all that softness and took the cameras with me down to make coffee.

Once I had a hot mug in my hand, I went into the library and sat down at the computer. I downloaded the photos and video clips from the previous evening and sent them off to Buenos Aires. There was e-mail from my client notifying me where she would be staying in Guatemala City. She also identified her German friend and vouched for his ability to remain discreet. I brought him up on the international Who's Who. Yes, he was quite prominent in his field. A short laudatory bio described him as 'highly regarded' and as 'a driving force behind Germany's economic expansion'. This was followed by the usual details.

Dr. Gunther Jacob Hoffman - Investment Banker - Born: July 6, 1946 - Birthplace: Hamburg, Germany - Education: University of Heidelberg, PHD in economic science – CEO, Deutsche Finanzbank - Chairman, Brett der stadtischen Entwicklung – Board member, Handemaklertatigkeit -Family: Wife, Wilma (nee. Blatt) Hoffman, deceased - Daughter, Heidi (married - Strauss) – Net worth, unlisted – Interests, unlisted.

I could bet that at least one of the highly regarded Dr. Hoffman's unlisted interests was fairly kinky. I e-mailed my banker in the Cayman's and asked him to make some inquiries through his old boy network. I wanted to find out just how deep the good Doctor's pockets were. If the answer was satisfactory, I would offer to acquire for him whatever it was he desired.

My thoughts were interrupted when a pair of arms encircled me and Amparo leaned down to whisper a good morning in my ear.

"Good morning to you too, sleepyhead." I replied.

"What shall I do with your two hussies today?" she wanted to know.

"Give them a good breakfast from now on. Each morning exercise them in the courtyard, thirty minutes of PT and thirty laps in the pool should do it. In the afternoons make them lift weights. Light weights but many reps, we want them toned and looking delicious when I hand them over."

"I will be bored watching them sweat all day. You are making me the slave of your slaves." She pouted.

"You are the light of my life! The jam on my bread! The honey in my..."

"Enough of your...how you say it…Blarney?"

I laughed and gave her a hug. She was going to be a fantastic asset and I loved her for it.

"Should I shave Pobrecita's head again?" she asked, " It was stubbly between my thighs last night."

"No. In three weeks time she should have a sort of blond butch look to her. Which is I believe la mode courante! "

"What will you do today, while I baby-sit, eh?"

"Stop whining. I am sure you will find ways to amuse yourself with them. I have ranch business to look after and I must see if the cook I told Carlos to find for us is suitable."

"Go then. I will try and have a surprise for you tonight."

I went up to the bedroom and two wide-awake slaves sat up, eager to be released. Being tethered with no idea how long you will be made to wait would certainly drive me nuts.

" Please Sir, we need to use a toilet badly." Rubia pleaded.

I told them to hurry downstairs and beg Mistress Amparo for permission to relieve themselves. I showered and trimmed my beard. A glance out of the bedroom window down into the courtyard showed Amparo granting their request. She had them hunkered down over the drain, pissing while she stood by watching. I laid out some clothes and observed the scene below as I dressed.

Apparently, Amparo had decided to sweat them before allowing them to eat. She put them on their backs doing leg lifts. Up, open, hold, close and down. Up, open, hold, close and down. If their legs drooped while they were holding, she toed them in the pussy until their trembling legs rose again. By the time I was ready, they were doing jumping jacks. Amparo kept yelling for them to jump higher and faster, until it looked as though their flopping breasts would beat their ribs to death. I was chuckling as I left. She was turning out to be one hell of a drill instructor.

Juan drove me to the compound and Carlos hurried over to greet me. A young woman with downcast eyes followed him timidly.

"Here she is, Jefe. Es muy bonita, no? She cook good, too."

"How much is the bride price?"

"I make her father take 1,500 quetzales, Jefe" Carlos informed me proudly.

"The father and she both know there will be no husband?"

"Si, Jefe, they know this."

I gave him the money to deliver. Just under 200.00 U.S.D. It made me smile. I was selling each of my women for the price of a new Mercedes and here I had just bought one for the price of a used lawn mower. Carlos opened the door and I motioned her to get in back with me. She had a small, pathetic bundle of belongings with her. Carlos put them up front with Juan and she climbed in beside me.

I ordered Juan to drive us to the Mercado Publico in Huehue. As we drove I appraised her. Her skin had the glossy cinnamon tone common to the Ladinos of the highlands. While not delicate, neither were her features coarse. I was pleased with her full passionate lips and small, white teeth. She was a shy little thing and kept her gaze averted out the window. I let the silence remain between us. She was curious about me as well. I caught her studying me with furtive, sidelong glances when she thought I wasn't looking.

In the market, I told her to buy a month's worth of food for the kitchen. She was a hard bargainer and her selections convinced me she would please Amparo as a cook. Her youth and attractiveness would be another issue, I thought ruefully.

When I turned her loose amongst the blouses and skirts her reserve vanished. Before she was finished, Juan had made two trips to the Rover. When I finally called a halt to her spending spree, she had him loaded down like a pack mule yet again. By now she had wrapped herself in a new, canary yellow scarf and was pulling me through the crowd as if she were the proud owner of a prize bull.

As we pulled out of town, she held up item after item of her new wealth for my approval. I doubted if she had ever had a Christmas in her life. I rolled the window down, lit up a cigar and sat back to enjoy the breeze. When I ran my big hand up inside her thigh, she blushed but also gave me her prettiest smile.

Driving back, we were passing a small mountain lake when, on an impulse, I ordered a stop. I told Juan to take the supplies to the hacienda and to return for us in two hours. Carrying a blanket and a bottle of Aguardiente, I had her follow me along the shore to a secluded little cove I had previously discovered. I spread out the blanket and made myself comfortable. She made to join me but I stopped her.

"Cual es su nombre, muchacha?" I asked.

"Estrella, Senor."

Star. It was a name that suited her. She was a dark star. I quizzed her a bit more and learned that she was seventeen years old and one of a litter of eight.

"Saque sus ropas, Estrella."

She looked a bit shocked at being told to undress.

"Desnuda!" I ordered again.

This time she obeyed. She carefully folded her blouse and skirt and placed them neatly on the sand with that little scootching motion women use. The poor girl was embarrassed at having no underwear and she turned her back to me modestly. When she stepped out of her sandals she was naked.

I made her put her hands on her head and turn slowly while I inspected her. She was short but well proportioned, without the squat, chunkiness of many Indio peasants. Her breasts were full, with wide areolai and fat brown nipples. Her muff matched her black hair but was not as abundant as Amparo's. The hair under her arms glistened with perspiration.

I kneeled up on the blanket and beckoned her to me. I pulled her down in front of me and got her on all fours. My cock had been stiff on and off ever since she had first climbed in my back seat. Now it was so hard it ached. I dipped a finger in her to check her oil as it were. She was plenty wet and her hymen was not only intact but taut as a small drum head. She was nervous as a fresh mare and gave a little tremble when I eased my knob in. I came up against her barrier with a steady pressure and she started panting. I got a rodeo grip on her hips and drove in. She gave a loud snort and I felt her give a little inside. I backed out a bit and steadied her. The lust was high in me now. I cocked my hips and lunged forward with everything I had. As I sank all the way home she let out with a whinny and bucked like mad, trying to escape. I got one fist full of her mane and another full of tit and hung on. I kept it deep in her but remained still while she settled down. When I judged that it had gotten more comfortable for her, I got her going with some slow stroking. Satisfied that she was going to accept me, I let go of her tit and reached down near her clit. I played all around it, without actually touching it. The pain sounds ceased and she started lubricating again. I got a rocking motion going and soon she started talking to me.

"Si, Patron, si! Tomeme! Tomeme!"

She was begging me to take her. I went at her with a will. I wanted her to remember this first fuck so I held off as long as I could. Then it was time, she was moaning and I was panting. The backs of my legs were burning. I put a little corkscrew motion into my thrusts and began flicking her clit. When I felt her start to come, I paddled her ass till she screamed. I fell forward and would have thought I had died if I hadn't been able to feel myself squirting away inside her.

When I got my breath back I told her to clean me off. She protested that her mouth didn't belong down where a man pissed. A shake by the hair shut that noise up and she licked and sucked the pink tinged cum from me. I realized this was all new to her, as the cornholed nun had once said to the priest, but with a little help, I was sure she would fit right in at Paloma Blanca.

We had a swim and shared the bottle of brandy while we waited for Juan. He arrived on time and I had Estrella ride up front with him. She asked if I was angry with her. I assured her that I was not. In fact, I was very pleased with her but she needed to learn her place. She was, after all, only my cook and belonged up front with the help. I napped the rest of the way home.

At home, the slaves, in fresh kimonos, were waiting with a drink and my slippers. I received a somewhat cool kiss of welcome. Amparo gave Estrella the once over and then turned a suspicious eye on me.

"This is the new cook." I said casually, "Why don't you show her the kitchen and get her started, Darling?"

She thought better of whatever it was she wanted to say and led the girl away. I was followed upstairs by the slaves and was soon enjoying a warm soak. It seemed to me that they were both slightly disappointed when their ministrations failed to arouse me.

I had a fresh drink and was being massaged when Amparo rejoined me.

" I suppose this young campesina you've dragged home is still a virgin as well, eh?"

"Not anymore," I admitted cheerfully, " but her oral technique leaves much to be desired. After you teach her your favorite recipes you must show her how to give one of your exquisite blow-jobs."

She wanted to stay angry but my offhand attitude had disarmed her.

"Maybe." She replied lightly, "Or maybe I will just stitch up all her peasant holes!"

I burst out laughing and she had to grin back. I congratulated myself on how adroitly that hurdle had been cleared.

"So where is the surprise you led me to expect?"

I don't think you deserve a surprise any more." She teased.

I put on a look of crestfallen disappointment and she relented.

"Yes, of course, at dinner you shall have a surprise. Send the gringas to me when you are finished with them."

"Take them now." I told her, "I am fine."

Left alone, I settled down out on the balcony. I sipped my drink and watched the sun sink and turn red. As dusk settled in, I closed my eyes and remembered the clasping slickness of young Estrella's cunt.

I was brought awake by Amparo's feather like little licks upon my lips.

"Dinner is served, mi amante."

She led me into the dining room and the first thing I noticed was that my antique mahogany table had been replaced by an even longer table. Oak legs were visible under a tablecloth of red damask. Two places were set at either end with my finest dinnerware. A huge floral arrangement commanded the center of the table. A unique pair of candleholders flanked this on two sides. Rising up through the table, framed in garlands, were two cleft globes sporting long green wax tapers.

As she lit the candles, I gave her a hand of well-deserved applause. She was using our slave's bottoms as table sconces. She took her seat and rang for Estrella to begin serving. I sat down and was unfolding my napkin when I felt my fly being unbuttoned. A hot mouth encircled me, which I recognized as belonging to Baby Pussy…or rather, Pobrecita, as she was now called.

By god, by some contrivance she had them positioned with their faces between our legs and their keesters poking up through the table. I sent a wide smile across the long table and raised my glass to Amparo.

"Thank you for a wonderful surprise, Darling. You have certainly put Martha Stewart to shame this evening! How did you ever manage this?"

"After I saw your placemats, I designed it. They are strapped to a long bench down there and can barely move. The Don's carpenters could not understand why I wanted such a crazy table." She giggled, " When you sent me to ask if I could be with you, I started them on it. I insisted they work around the clock till it was ready. Mmm. Try the caviar, mi amante. It is not Beluga but it is not bad."

Under the table I felt the lips tighten on my cock and heard a muffled groan. I noticed then that molten wax had begun to drip from the candles. I called for Estrella to pour more wine.