Sam Spade and the Case of The Missing Cheer Leader
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Sam leaned close...very close. Very close indeed. He did not fail to notice that his warm breath had caused Carmens rosebuds to stand tall in provacative attention...
"NO! NO...Meester Spade not my neeples!...Look!"
She pointed a strange blue tatoo at about a 9 o'clock position relative to the pouting tip of her right breast.
"It 's some kinda Chinese thing right?" The detective toyched it with an eager finger.
"Si...yes!"...she leaned close, pressing her assetts against his chest.
"It is the son..that Brandon, he took me and made me go to..."
Suddenly she pulled back and Sam heard the click of high heels coming around the corner.
"Mrs Woodsley!"
"Why Sam what are you doing to our poor maid. Carmen dear,"
She hooked a finger in the frightened girl's direction." What is on your tit!? Come here and let's have a look."
OOC...All players let's step up the action!...Brandon when you finish with Effie (hehe) you need to head for China town...Ef, Baby
your next stop is back at the office where Rocky will be waiting.
Sooki yu and Chen why not invite OMalley over to try out the new girl...Tiff are ya ready!
"NO! NO...Meester Spade not my neeples!...Look!"
She pointed a strange blue tatoo at about a 9 o'clock position relative to the pouting tip of her right breast.
"It 's some kinda Chinese thing right?" The detective toyched it with an eager finger.
"Si...yes!"...she leaned close, pressing her assetts against his chest.
"It is the son..that Brandon, he took me and made me go to..."
Suddenly she pulled back and Sam heard the click of high heels coming around the corner.
"Mrs Woodsley!"
"Why Sam what are you doing to our poor maid. Carmen dear,"
She hooked a finger in the frightened girl's direction." What is on your tit!? Come here and let's have a look."
OOC...All players let's step up the action!...Brandon when you finish with Effie (hehe) you need to head for China town...Ef, Baby
your next stop is back at the office where Rocky will be waiting.
Sooki yu and Chen why not invite OMalley over to try out the new girl...Tiff are ya ready!
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Carmensita
"Si, Senora Woodsley," pouted Carmen. She reluctantly moved away from Sam's inspection of her generous bosom, shoulders slumped, and obediently shufffled over to allow Mrs. Woodsley a closer look.
"I not haf anyting to hide, Senora. Mees Tiffany ees bery nice girl. I want to help find!" She said as she pulled her bodice aside and glanced over her should at Sam.
As Mrs. Woodsley scrutinized the tatoo, Sam walked over to continue his previously interrupted examination. Carmen stared at the ceiling while the two peered into her brassiere.
After a few minutes Carmen grew impatient. She tapped the toe of her patent leather pump and decided she'd had enough. She wasn't paid enough to for this! She abruptly pulled the collar of her uniform close to her chest and backed away.
"I tink dat ees enough. You want to find Mees Tiffany? You chould speak to Meester Brandon. Hees a bad boy. Hee's jealous of Mees Tiffany an he like the Chinese smoke too much!" she blurted and, in a proper huff, marched off to the kitchen.
"Si, Senora Woodsley," pouted Carmen. She reluctantly moved away from Sam's inspection of her generous bosom, shoulders slumped, and obediently shufffled over to allow Mrs. Woodsley a closer look.
"I not haf anyting to hide, Senora. Mees Tiffany ees bery nice girl. I want to help find!" She said as she pulled her bodice aside and glanced over her should at Sam.
As Mrs. Woodsley scrutinized the tatoo, Sam walked over to continue his previously interrupted examination. Carmen stared at the ceiling while the two peered into her brassiere.
After a few minutes Carmen grew impatient. She tapped the toe of her patent leather pump and decided she'd had enough. She wasn't paid enough to for this! She abruptly pulled the collar of her uniform close to her chest and backed away.
"I tink dat ees enough. You want to find Mees Tiffany? You chould speak to Meester Brandon. Hees a bad boy. Hee's jealous of Mees Tiffany an he like the Chinese smoke too much!" she blurted and, in a proper huff, marched off to the kitchen.
Effie
I turn sharply when I hear the click of the door shut. Before I know it, Brandon has his arms around me, his breath warm against my neck.
There in the darkness of the room, I weigh my odds. Could be Brandon has something worth sharing. And maybe he doesn't. Knowing Sam is busy downstairs, and a trip back to the office can wait awhile, this is a lead that might be worth pursuing.
I run my hands up Brandon's back, feeling the well-defined body under his clothes.
"Well, Mr. Woodsley, you may just be that special body of evidence I'm looking for at the moment."
Smiling up at him from under my lashes, I gauge his reaction. He takes a minute to study me closely, and then his lips are on mine - hard, strong, demanding. I return as good as I get, as I feel his hands begin to unbutton the blazer of my suit.
I turn sharply when I hear the click of the door shut. Before I know it, Brandon has his arms around me, his breath warm against my neck.
There in the darkness of the room, I weigh my odds. Could be Brandon has something worth sharing. And maybe he doesn't. Knowing Sam is busy downstairs, and a trip back to the office can wait awhile, this is a lead that might be worth pursuing.
I run my hands up Brandon's back, feeling the well-defined body under his clothes.
"Well, Mr. Woodsley, you may just be that special body of evidence I'm looking for at the moment."
Smiling up at him from under my lashes, I gauge his reaction. He takes a minute to study me closely, and then his lips are on mine - hard, strong, demanding. I return as good as I get, as I feel his hands begin to unbutton the blazer of my suit.
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Elaine Woodsley
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They both watched as Carmen retreated toward the kitchen in a huff. Elaine Woodsley could feel Sam's breath on the back of her neck. He was standing close. Very close. She felt something brush against her hand. No. It couldn't be, she thought even as she felt the first stirrings of her own desire. How common. But it had been so long.
Turning around, her breasts brushed against his arm. Sam could feel the tips of her nipples as they poked invitingly through the silk of her blouse. He grinned wolfishly as Elaine tried unsuccessfully to remain businesslike. Exactly what is the significance of Carmen's tit... Umm... tattoo, Sam?
She couldn't help thinking how handsome he was. In a rugged sort of way. And wondered if his hands would be coarse or soft as they caressed... Sam moved closer, pressing her against the wall. His hand crept upward, cupping one aching breast. You just let me worry about that, doll he whispered covering her mouth with his. She smelled tobacco and scotch on his breath as her lips parted, inviting him in.
Sam's hands slipped down to her ass, pulling her tightly against himself. She felt his burgeoning hardness against her thigh and a new scent assailed both their senses. Musky and sensuous. Elaine Woodsley's nostrils flared. Touch me. Touch me now. All traces of her Nob Hill demeanor suddenly lost in her hoarsely whispered cry of passion.
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They both watched as Carmen retreated toward the kitchen in a huff. Elaine Woodsley could feel Sam's breath on the back of her neck. He was standing close. Very close. She felt something brush against her hand. No. It couldn't be, she thought even as she felt the first stirrings of her own desire. How common. But it had been so long.
Turning around, her breasts brushed against his arm. Sam could feel the tips of her nipples as they poked invitingly through the silk of her blouse. He grinned wolfishly as Elaine tried unsuccessfully to remain businesslike. Exactly what is the significance of Carmen's tit... Umm... tattoo, Sam?
She couldn't help thinking how handsome he was. In a rugged sort of way. And wondered if his hands would be coarse or soft as they caressed... Sam moved closer, pressing her against the wall. His hand crept upward, cupping one aching breast. You just let me worry about that, doll he whispered covering her mouth with his. She smelled tobacco and scotch on his breath as her lips parted, inviting him in.
Sam's hands slipped down to her ass, pulling her tightly against himself. She felt his burgeoning hardness against her thigh and a new scent assailed both their senses. Musky and sensuous. Elaine Woodsley's nostrils flared. Touch me. Touch me now. All traces of her Nob Hill demeanor suddenly lost in her hoarsely whispered cry of passion.
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Brandon
I inhaled the scent of her, the musk of her so mingled with her perfume, her hair. It surprised me how quickly she melted into my arms, not demurring in the least as I kissed her, not even when I opened her blazer and began to run my hands up and down her blouse.
Heavenly -- and no wonder she had worn her blazer, she wore no bra beneath her silky blouse, and the swell of her perfect breasts, the shadow where her nipples were, tantalized me. I placed my lips to them immediately, kissing and caressing across their breadth. My hands found the zipper at the back of her skirt.
"Naughty, naughty," I said, guiding her hands to my belt. "Naughty I like."
I inhaled the scent of her, the musk of her so mingled with her perfume, her hair. It surprised me how quickly she melted into my arms, not demurring in the least as I kissed her, not even when I opened her blazer and began to run my hands up and down her blouse.
Heavenly -- and no wonder she had worn her blazer, she wore no bra beneath her silky blouse, and the swell of her perfect breasts, the shadow where her nipples were, tantalized me. I placed my lips to them immediately, kissing and caressing across their breadth. My hands found the zipper at the back of her skirt.
"Naughty, naughty," I said, guiding her hands to my belt. "Naughty I like."
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He fleetingly wondered what a society dame like Elaine Woodsley was doing putting the big make on a poor workin' gumshoe in her own hallway, but what the hell!...He knew he was damned rresistable to most women.
He thought about getting her into the bedroom or at least to the couch but finally, deciding to strike while the fire was hot he tumbled her right there on the Persian carpet in the foyer.
"Doll, you are goin' to enjoy this!"
Elaine lay on the floor like a biblical wanton with a big 'come on' smile across her ruby lips, her lovely gams spread wide and her skirt somewhere north of her garter belt.
"Oh yeah!"
With a few deft motions he was rid of his trenchcoat, hat, suit coat, shirt, belt, gun and holster, trousers, shoes, socks and shorts...whew!
Elaine had long been naked and was waiting patiently for him to finish.
"Ready Sam?" she said coyley.
"You bet sweety!"
Kneeling between her legs Sam ran his hands along her silky thighs and quick as a cat buried his face in her sweet tasting Nob Hill pussy.
Her fingers laced into his hair and she pushed herself onto his eager tongue. She raised her legs and crossed her ankles over Sams tight naked ass, while he lifted her buttocks off the ground and began to devour her like an oyster on the half shell.
Peeking out of the kitchen Carmen saw it all. She shook her head, "That missus Woodsley ees such a puta...no wonder her keeds turn out bad."
He thought about getting her into the bedroom or at least to the couch but finally, deciding to strike while the fire was hot he tumbled her right there on the Persian carpet in the foyer.
"Doll, you are goin' to enjoy this!"
Elaine lay on the floor like a biblical wanton with a big 'come on' smile across her ruby lips, her lovely gams spread wide and her skirt somewhere north of her garter belt.
"Oh yeah!"
With a few deft motions he was rid of his trenchcoat, hat, suit coat, shirt, belt, gun and holster, trousers, shoes, socks and shorts...whew!
Elaine had long been naked and was waiting patiently for him to finish.
"Ready Sam?" she said coyley.
"You bet sweety!"
Kneeling between her legs Sam ran his hands along her silky thighs and quick as a cat buried his face in her sweet tasting Nob Hill pussy.
Her fingers laced into his hair and she pushed herself onto his eager tongue. She raised her legs and crossed her ankles over Sams tight naked ass, while he lifted her buttocks off the ground and began to devour her like an oyster on the half shell.
Peeking out of the kitchen Carmen saw it all. She shook her head, "That missus Woodsley ees such a puta...no wonder her keeds turn out bad."
Effie
As he removed my blazer, and then my blouse, I took a sharp breath as the fresh air caused my nipples to harden. As his lips wrap around them, I arch my back to him, holding his head closer. Sometimes the fringe benefits on this job, were great.
I ran my hands along his body, eventually working around to the front, unbuttoning his shirt, feeling his skin against my hands. As I slide his shirt off his shoulders and down his arms, I feel his physique - nice, firm, beautiful.
I hear the zipper of my skirt and feel his hands pull my skirt down. I'm now standing in front of him in garter belt, stockings, and heels. I feel his hands run over my body, and I begin to tingle.
Reaching down, I begin to unbuckle his belt, and undo his pants, but before I can slide them down, I feel him push me back, and I land on Tiffany's bed, Brandon squarely on top of me. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I pull him towards me, while snaking my arms around his neck. I feel his cock stiff and hard against me, and I realize that I must have this man, and now!
As he removed my blazer, and then my blouse, I took a sharp breath as the fresh air caused my nipples to harden. As his lips wrap around them, I arch my back to him, holding his head closer. Sometimes the fringe benefits on this job, were great.
I ran my hands along his body, eventually working around to the front, unbuttoning his shirt, feeling his skin against my hands. As I slide his shirt off his shoulders and down his arms, I feel his physique - nice, firm, beautiful.
I hear the zipper of my skirt and feel his hands pull my skirt down. I'm now standing in front of him in garter belt, stockings, and heels. I feel his hands run over my body, and I begin to tingle.
Reaching down, I begin to unbuckle his belt, and undo his pants, but before I can slide them down, I feel him push me back, and I land on Tiffany's bed, Brandon squarely on top of me. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I pull him towards me, while snaking my arms around his neck. I feel his cock stiff and hard against me, and I realize that I must have this man, and now!
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Brandon
When her skirt hit the rug I saw her naked down there -- or almost naked, her cunt neatly framed by her garters and stockings, the contrasts drawing the eye inward. I grunted like an animal, my body rising as I pushed her back onto the bed. She yanked on my pants, pulling me down on top of her, eyes wild and wanting it, needing it, now.
I grin evilly, and pull something out of Tiffany's box. There's a slight click and a whir, then a pause as I rub jelly up and down the naughty machine. I hold it up so she can see the vibrator, then quickly dart it here and there against her skin, tickling her cheeks, her lips, her bottom. "There?" I ask at each touch. "There? How about there?"
The teasing continues and she reaches for what I'm holding but I only laugh, yanking off my pants with a fury. My cock stands fully upright now as I kneel between her spread legs. Knocking on the door, pushing in.
When her skirt hit the rug I saw her naked down there -- or almost naked, her cunt neatly framed by her garters and stockings, the contrasts drawing the eye inward. I grunted like an animal, my body rising as I pushed her back onto the bed. She yanked on my pants, pulling me down on top of her, eyes wild and wanting it, needing it, now.
I grin evilly, and pull something out of Tiffany's box. There's a slight click and a whir, then a pause as I rub jelly up and down the naughty machine. I hold it up so she can see the vibrator, then quickly dart it here and there against her skin, tickling her cheeks, her lips, her bottom. "There?" I ask at each touch. "There? How about there?"
The teasing continues and she reaches for what I'm holding but I only laugh, yanking off my pants with a fury. My cock stands fully upright now as I kneel between her spread legs. Knocking on the door, pushing in.
Effie
The fire burning within my brain surfaces as Brandon continues his teasing. With each touch of the vibrator, I feel my body come alive and react almost against my will. Over and over again, I feel the vibrator tantilize while Brandon's laugh echos in my ears.
Finally, he removes his pants and his cock stand proud and mighty between us. As he lowers himself onto me, I raise my stocking-covered legs and wrap them loosely around his waist. His cock is perfectly pointed at my sex, ready and eager. Looking into my eyes, grinning knowingly, he makes one quick thrust, the head of his cock entering me. I let out a gasp as Brandon sighs, and I feel his hips move back slightly. Pushing him down with my locked ankles, he thrusts further into me, and I feel him filling me completely.
As he he begins to move within me, I respond with my hips, meeting each thrust, my hands trailing up his arms to his shoulders and down his back. His lips find my throat, and I feel his tongue adding tickles of pleasure to my skin. As his thrusting increases, I feel my clit rubbing against his pubic bone - and with each thrust I grow closer and closer to going over the edge.
Sensing this, Brandon's lips find my own, his tongue invading my mouth, coaxing mine. Feeling my orgasm building deep within me, I start to move against Brandon, looking for release....
The fire burning within my brain surfaces as Brandon continues his teasing. With each touch of the vibrator, I feel my body come alive and react almost against my will. Over and over again, I feel the vibrator tantilize while Brandon's laugh echos in my ears.
Finally, he removes his pants and his cock stand proud and mighty between us. As he lowers himself onto me, I raise my stocking-covered legs and wrap them loosely around his waist. His cock is perfectly pointed at my sex, ready and eager. Looking into my eyes, grinning knowingly, he makes one quick thrust, the head of his cock entering me. I let out a gasp as Brandon sighs, and I feel his hips move back slightly. Pushing him down with my locked ankles, he thrusts further into me, and I feel him filling me completely.
As he he begins to move within me, I respond with my hips, meeting each thrust, my hands trailing up his arms to his shoulders and down his back. His lips find my throat, and I feel his tongue adding tickles of pleasure to my skin. As his thrusting increases, I feel my clit rubbing against his pubic bone - and with each thrust I grow closer and closer to going over the edge.
Sensing this, Brandon's lips find my own, his tongue invading my mouth, coaxing mine. Feeling my orgasm building deep within me, I start to move against Brandon, looking for release....
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Elaine Woodsley
Sam lapped voraciously at Elaine Woodsley as if some of her tone would rub off on him. He loved women and she was the grateful recipient of his appreciation.
God this felt good. It had been so long. So very long. Cotton had not been an adventuresome lover. He was more of the wham bam thank you ma'am type... When he could get it up. Elaine had learned to depend on herself and discreet liaisons for sexual relief over the years before his death five years ago.
She combed her fingers through his hair, pulling him closer as she cried out in wanton abandon. Sam brought her crashing to a magnificent orgasm with his mouth and plunged deeply into her before she had finished convulsing. They came together like animals in rut. He rammed into her. Fast and hard. Their movements almost frantic in their need.
When they exploded together in an earth shattering climax, Elaine laughed aloud at the pleasure of release. You're good, Sam. Really good. Remind me to give you a raise, will you? Elaine Woodsley said as she stood and walked away, leaving her clothes on the floor where she had abandoned them. Sam gave out a low whistle as he stood watching her naked ass sway seductively as she disappeared up the stairs.
Sam lapped voraciously at Elaine Woodsley as if some of her tone would rub off on him. He loved women and she was the grateful recipient of his appreciation.
God this felt good. It had been so long. So very long. Cotton had not been an adventuresome lover. He was more of the wham bam thank you ma'am type... When he could get it up. Elaine had learned to depend on herself and discreet liaisons for sexual relief over the years before his death five years ago.
She combed her fingers through his hair, pulling him closer as she cried out in wanton abandon. Sam brought her crashing to a magnificent orgasm with his mouth and plunged deeply into her before she had finished convulsing. They came together like animals in rut. He rammed into her. Fast and hard. Their movements almost frantic in their need.
When they exploded together in an earth shattering climax, Elaine laughed aloud at the pleasure of release. You're good, Sam. Really good. Remind me to give you a raise, will you? Elaine Woodsley said as she stood and walked away, leaving her clothes on the floor where she had abandoned them. Sam gave out a low whistle as he stood watching her naked ass sway seductively as she disappeared up the stairs.
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She sure looked swell, Sam thought, watching Mrs Woodsley climb the stairs au naturelle.
He thought for a minute about climbing up with her but reconsidered. It was time to round up Effie and head to Chinatown.
"Effie!"
No answer.
In the kitchen he hears Carmen putting away the dishes.
Those tits!...Control Sam...control.
"Effie!"
Damn...where the hell is she!
He thought for a minute about climbing up with her but reconsidered. It was time to round up Effie and head to Chinatown.
"Effie!"
No answer.
In the kitchen he hears Carmen putting away the dishes.
Those tits!...Control Sam...control.
"Effie!"
Damn...where the hell is she!
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Brandon
This woman has reduced me to animal, this woman with a mere twitch of her hips and commanding twist of torso has made me into a machine dedicated to nothing less than pleasing her, and pleasing her intimately.
My outstretched cock meets the splendid recesses of her innnerness, where she grips me like a glove, and just as athletically wrestles me, pulls me in, until we're locked together like a doorknob in its jamb or a plug in its socket.
Such heights of pleasure; such brinks of passion; such dizzying altitudes of incipient orgasm. My cock is as deep inside her nethers as my tongue is between her lips, and our grinding together takes on a rhythm and life of its own.
Every spasm of my phallus yearns for release, but I force myself to hold it in, to repeat the rhythmic salutation within.
This woman has reduced me to animal, this woman with a mere twitch of her hips and commanding twist of torso has made me into a machine dedicated to nothing less than pleasing her, and pleasing her intimately.
My outstretched cock meets the splendid recesses of her innnerness, where she grips me like a glove, and just as athletically wrestles me, pulls me in, until we're locked together like a doorknob in its jamb or a plug in its socket.
Such heights of pleasure; such brinks of passion; such dizzying altitudes of incipient orgasm. My cock is as deep inside her nethers as my tongue is between her lips, and our grinding together takes on a rhythm and life of its own.
Every spasm of my phallus yearns for release, but I force myself to hold it in, to repeat the rhythmic salutation within.
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Carmen
OOC: <blush> Am back and so is Carmen. Promise she won't run away again! Sorry to be so wordy. Guess I'm trying to make up for lost time.
Carmen was still fuming as she flung open the kitchen door and stalked into the room. She turned, glaring at the gaping door as if it had insulted her or she could burn holes in it with her eyes. "¡Maldito sea!", she cursed and slammed it shut with a kick.
That Senora Woodsley was a proper mujerzuela, prying into her bodice. The nerve. Besides, she wanted Sam to do it. Her lips were still afire from their earlier kiss and the last thing she wanted were a woman's soft hands touching her ample bosom. No. She wanted the a real man, like Senor Sam.
She sighed with resignation, knowing exactly what had happened after she stormed out of the room. Senora Woodsley probably dropped her drawers, spread her legs and fucked Sam's brains out. She made a wry face and shook her head as she picked up a dishcloth. It was the same thing everytime a good looking hombre came to the house. Sex, sex, sex. All the time, sex.
¡La ramera loca!!
"Even her keeds are loco", she mumbled to herself. "Especially Senor Brandon."
She stamped her heel on the tiled floor and pouted as she stared at the sink full of dishes remembering her first week at the Woodsley's. El bastardo perverso. Brandon had seemed so sweet and patronizing. For a girl from the barrio, a rich man's interest carried considerable weight. She had even fantasized that he might fall in love with her. That soñarito ended after Brandon took her to Chinatown.
They dined at Mr. Chou's and strolled hand-in-hand down Grant Avenue afterward, sight-seeing. A few blocks from the restaurant, Brandon turned down a side street, stopped in front of a 2 storey clapboard and rang the doorbell. He said he had to meet one of his business associates. She recalled feeling skeptical, but agreed to wait in the parlor while he took care of business. A pretty China lady served her some bitter-tasting tea which she drank just to be polite. Then the lights went out.
Carmen woke the next morning in her bed at the Woodsley's. She was fully dressed except for her shoes, had a dolor grande en la cabeza, and she was late reporting to the kitchen. She quickly undressed to wash before putting on a clean uniform and discovered three very fresh, very painful tattoos. Too bad her family needed dinero so badly or she'd have walked out the door right then and there. She hadn't spoken a word to Brandon since that day and after watching the family's recent travesuras wasn't sure she should be talking to the rest of them either.
"Madre de Dios," she muttered. "Eet pays de bills, but I gotta find a new job. Maybe Senor Sam needs a maid. I talk to heem."
Brightening at the notion of working for a famous detective, Carmen tossed the dish towel into the sink and headed back out into the hallway to find Sam. Even if he didn't offer her a job, she could still have some fun showing off her tattoos.
OOC: <blush> Am back and so is Carmen. Promise she won't run away again! Sorry to be so wordy. Guess I'm trying to make up for lost time.
Carmen was still fuming as she flung open the kitchen door and stalked into the room. She turned, glaring at the gaping door as if it had insulted her or she could burn holes in it with her eyes. "¡Maldito sea!", she cursed and slammed it shut with a kick.
That Senora Woodsley was a proper mujerzuela, prying into her bodice. The nerve. Besides, she wanted Sam to do it. Her lips were still afire from their earlier kiss and the last thing she wanted were a woman's soft hands touching her ample bosom. No. She wanted the a real man, like Senor Sam.
She sighed with resignation, knowing exactly what had happened after she stormed out of the room. Senora Woodsley probably dropped her drawers, spread her legs and fucked Sam's brains out. She made a wry face and shook her head as she picked up a dishcloth. It was the same thing everytime a good looking hombre came to the house. Sex, sex, sex. All the time, sex.
¡La ramera loca!!
"Even her keeds are loco", she mumbled to herself. "Especially Senor Brandon."
She stamped her heel on the tiled floor and pouted as she stared at the sink full of dishes remembering her first week at the Woodsley's. El bastardo perverso. Brandon had seemed so sweet and patronizing. For a girl from the barrio, a rich man's interest carried considerable weight. She had even fantasized that he might fall in love with her. That soñarito ended after Brandon took her to Chinatown.
They dined at Mr. Chou's and strolled hand-in-hand down Grant Avenue afterward, sight-seeing. A few blocks from the restaurant, Brandon turned down a side street, stopped in front of a 2 storey clapboard and rang the doorbell. He said he had to meet one of his business associates. She recalled feeling skeptical, but agreed to wait in the parlor while he took care of business. A pretty China lady served her some bitter-tasting tea which she drank just to be polite. Then the lights went out.
Carmen woke the next morning in her bed at the Woodsley's. She was fully dressed except for her shoes, had a dolor grande en la cabeza, and she was late reporting to the kitchen. She quickly undressed to wash before putting on a clean uniform and discovered three very fresh, very painful tattoos. Too bad her family needed dinero so badly or she'd have walked out the door right then and there. She hadn't spoken a word to Brandon since that day and after watching the family's recent travesuras wasn't sure she should be talking to the rest of them either.
"Madre de Dios," she muttered. "Eet pays de bills, but I gotta find a new job. Maybe Senor Sam needs a maid. I talk to heem."
Brightening at the notion of working for a famous detective, Carmen tossed the dish towel into the sink and headed back out into the hallway to find Sam. Even if he didn't offer her a job, she could still have some fun showing off her tattoos.
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As I felt him move within me, my mind was absorbed by the feel, the touch of him. Who would have known that a spoiled rich kid could know what moves a woman wanted? But know he did. His movements were at first teasing, then quick and wild, then slow - almost a lover's touch.
My moans quickly turned to mewls of pleasure, whispered against his ear, my nails raking across his back lightly, just enough to encourage him onward. Moving my hips to meet his, feeling him go deeper and deeper, I feel my body tighten. I don't want to cum so soon, but try as hard as I can, I can no longer hold back. Gripping him with my nails, my teeth biting into his shoulder, my legs lock firmly around him as my hips move crazily against him. I feel my body shudder, as my pussy clamps down firmly on his cock. Feeling the waves of pleasure wash over me, consuming me, bringng me to the highest heights and then crashing down, I enjoy the full range of feeling - delighting in them, and wishing them never to end.
My moans quickly turned to mewls of pleasure, whispered against his ear, my nails raking across his back lightly, just enough to encourage him onward. Moving my hips to meet his, feeling him go deeper and deeper, I feel my body tighten. I don't want to cum so soon, but try as hard as I can, I can no longer hold back. Gripping him with my nails, my teeth biting into his shoulder, my legs lock firmly around him as my hips move crazily against him. I feel my body shudder, as my pussy clamps down firmly on his cock. Feeling the waves of pleasure wash over me, consuming me, bringng me to the highest heights and then crashing down, I enjoy the full range of feeling - delighting in them, and wishing them never to end.
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Carmen caught up with Sam as he was putting on his hat in the foyer.
"A maid!"
Sam had never thought of having a maid. But if he had thought about it then she would have looked just like Carmen Rodriguez.
"Si! I will work so goood for you! You'll see!"
"Uhhh...Baby, problem is I can't pay you. No dinero see."
"I work chip Sam Spade and I can be VERY grateful too."
Sam looked around, Effie was no where in sight and
Elaine Woodsley had disappeared. he had to get to Chinatown, but....
He put his hat back on the rack.
"Carmen, I think I missed something on one of those tattoos of yours, is there a nice quiet place we can go so's I can study them closer?"
With a grin she grabbed Sam's hand and led him back through the kitchen to her own cozy room.
"A maid!"
Sam had never thought of having a maid. But if he had thought about it then she would have looked just like Carmen Rodriguez.
"Si! I will work so goood for you! You'll see!"
"Uhhh...Baby, problem is I can't pay you. No dinero see."
"I work chip Sam Spade and I can be VERY grateful too."
Sam looked around, Effie was no where in sight and
Elaine Woodsley had disappeared. he had to get to Chinatown, but....
He put his hat back on the rack.
"Carmen, I think I missed something on one of those tattoos of yours, is there a nice quiet place we can go so's I can study them closer?"
With a grin she grabbed Sam's hand and led him back through the kitchen to her own cozy room.
Chen Yu
"You are so beautiful, my little lotus blossom." Chen said with the silky lilt of a Cantonese accent.
"So beautiful and so helpless."
Chen's laugh was cold and cruel.
But that is what made the beautiful blonde teenager so desirable to him right now. Tiffany Woodsley was tied spread-eagle on a carved laquer bed. She still retained undergarments, for the moment, but that was only because Chen wanted to take his time with her.
His nimble fingers tied the length of cloth tightly around her upper arms. Chen ran his fingers up Tiffany's forearms, a caress that searched and probed.
The double ping of his fingernail hitting the glass of a syringe made Tiffany's eyes open wind. Chen lifted her arm and inserted the point of the needle without warning. He drew back slightly on the plunger, just enough for a wisp of crimson to bloom in the liquid and then injected it into Tiffany's arm.
"There, my lotus. Something to make this easier."
Chen really didn't care about making anything easier for the girl. He just wanted her compliant.
Chen smiled as the heroin took affect. He hadn't given her very much. Just enough to get her started down the road to addiction. He quickly removed the clothes from his lithe body. Chen crossed the room and opened a jade inlaid box. From it, he withdrew a knife.
"You are so beautiful, my little lotus blossom." Chen said with the silky lilt of a Cantonese accent.
"So beautiful and so helpless."
Chen's laugh was cold and cruel.
But that is what made the beautiful blonde teenager so desirable to him right now. Tiffany Woodsley was tied spread-eagle on a carved laquer bed. She still retained undergarments, for the moment, but that was only because Chen wanted to take his time with her.
His nimble fingers tied the length of cloth tightly around her upper arms. Chen ran his fingers up Tiffany's forearms, a caress that searched and probed.
The double ping of his fingernail hitting the glass of a syringe made Tiffany's eyes open wind. Chen lifted her arm and inserted the point of the needle without warning. He drew back slightly on the plunger, just enough for a wisp of crimson to bloom in the liquid and then injected it into Tiffany's arm.
"There, my lotus. Something to make this easier."
Chen really didn't care about making anything easier for the girl. He just wanted her compliant.
Chen smiled as the heroin took affect. He hadn't given her very much. Just enough to get her started down the road to addiction. He quickly removed the clothes from his lithe body. Chen crossed the room and opened a jade inlaid box. From it, he withdrew a knife.
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Carmen
Carmen grinned triumphantly as she practically skipped down the hall toward the kitchen with Sam in tow.
"Come on, Senor Sam, before di senora come back. I show you les tatuajes in my room," she said with a wink over her shoulder.
She hurried them through the kitchen and up a short flight of stairs to the servants' quarters. Flinging open the door to her small room, Carmen pulled Sam inside, spun around and shut it hastily.
The little chamber evidenced Carmen's general disdain for order. Stockings and various articles of clothing were tossed about carelessly, the bed was unmade and rumpled and one corner of the room was piled high with boxes wrapped in brown paper, ready for shipment to family in Mexico.
"Sorry for dees mess, Senor Sam. I no haf time to clean here. I work 2 jobs to send money to mi familia en Mexico. Plees don' tell di senora?" Her limpid brown eyes echoed the plea in her voice. She bent quickly to clear off a chair and invited Sam to sit down. "Please. You seet. I cho you now."
She swiftly unbuttoned the stiff taffeta bodice of her uniform, pulling it open to reveal the white cotton brassiere which barely covered her generous bosom. She leaned over and pointed to the inner curve of her left breast. "See? Right here, Senor Sam. You see eet?"
A small, vivid red and black 'yin/yang' symbol presented just above the lace of her bra.
Carmen grinned triumphantly as she practically skipped down the hall toward the kitchen with Sam in tow.
"Come on, Senor Sam, before di senora come back. I show you les tatuajes in my room," she said with a wink over her shoulder.
She hurried them through the kitchen and up a short flight of stairs to the servants' quarters. Flinging open the door to her small room, Carmen pulled Sam inside, spun around and shut it hastily.
The little chamber evidenced Carmen's general disdain for order. Stockings and various articles of clothing were tossed about carelessly, the bed was unmade and rumpled and one corner of the room was piled high with boxes wrapped in brown paper, ready for shipment to family in Mexico.
"Sorry for dees mess, Senor Sam. I no haf time to clean here. I work 2 jobs to send money to mi familia en Mexico. Plees don' tell di senora?" Her limpid brown eyes echoed the plea in her voice. She bent quickly to clear off a chair and invited Sam to sit down. "Please. You seet. I cho you now."
She swiftly unbuttoned the stiff taffeta bodice of her uniform, pulling it open to reveal the white cotton brassiere which barely covered her generous bosom. She leaned over and pointed to the inner curve of her left breast. "See? Right here, Senor Sam. You see eet?"
A small, vivid red and black 'yin/yang' symbol presented just above the lace of her bra.
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Sam wasn't sure why he felt that it was necesary to taste Carmen's tattoo, but she didn't seem to mind as his tongue slid slowly over it.
"OHHHH Meester Sam, your tongue ees very warm on Carmen's skin!"
"That's me baby, Cold Heart...Warm Tongue. Where's the next one?"
She blushed, "To show you eet, I will have to take off my bra Meester Spade!"
"I can stand it doll...if you can."
She turned her back and deftly unsnapped the bra, then faced him, holding her hands over the swelling mounds of her magnificent jutting titties.
Closing her eyes in a gesture of unconvincing martyrdom she dropped her hands and Sam saw
circling the tip of each each breast, about one inch from the stiff inviting buds of her rosey nipples a thin tattoed chain of barbed wire.
"I'll have to taste these I'm afraid Carmen." He said in a matter of fact voice as he bent down.
"Si signore Sam, I knew that you would. Pleeese
proceeed, I think I can bear eet."
"OHHHH Meester Sam, your tongue ees very warm on Carmen's skin!"
"That's me baby, Cold Heart...Warm Tongue. Where's the next one?"
She blushed, "To show you eet, I will have to take off my bra Meester Spade!"
"I can stand it doll...if you can."
She turned her back and deftly unsnapped the bra, then faced him, holding her hands over the swelling mounds of her magnificent jutting titties.
Closing her eyes in a gesture of unconvincing martyrdom she dropped her hands and Sam saw
circling the tip of each each breast, about one inch from the stiff inviting buds of her rosey nipples a thin tattoed chain of barbed wire.
"I'll have to taste these I'm afraid Carmen." He said in a matter of fact voice as he bent down.
"Si signore Sam, I knew that you would. Pleeese
proceeed, I think I can bear eet."
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Tiffany Woodsley
Tiffany’s half-closed eyes followed Chen’s movements as he stripped then crossed the room to take a knife out of a box. Then he was looming over her, grinning triumphantly at her. He held the knife by its intricately carved handle, blade pointed at the ceiling. The steel caught the light and drew her eyes hypnotically to it. A wicked, cruelly beautiful creation, just like the man who wielded it.
She knew she should struggle, or at least cry out, but the drug was pulling her down into a bath of warm, lovely feelings. Her mouth opened, but nothing came out. After a moment or two, she forgot why she had wanted to say anything in the first place, and she closed her mouth again. Her head felt as light and puffy as a little white cloud. By contrast, her limbs seemed to weigh about a hundred pounds each – she wouldn’t have been able to move them even if they hadn’t been bound to the bed. She realized that she had no choice but to surrender to the warm flush spreading over her.
Chen climbed onto the bed beside her, knife in hand. He crouched by her hips, still grinning at her. Tiffany saw that his other weapon was also stiff and ready for duty. Unlike the knife, it didn’t frighten her. She had handled this kind of weapon many times before. In fact, the sight of it was provoking a familiar tingling between her thighs.
He followed her gaze and chuckled. “Do you like what Chen has for you, my lotus?” he asked. “Be a good girl and you just might get it.” His free hand reached out and lightly touched the dampening silk that covered her treasure. She gasped and her back arched involuntarily. The tingling changed into a hot, sweet ache that filled her lower belly.
Chen laughed again. “Oh, you like that, eh?” he mocked her. Tiffany steeled herself, but then he started an unbearably light, delicate tickling on that needy spot between her legs. The ache turned into a steady throbbing that quickly became half-pleasurable, half-painful. She groaned and writhed in her bonds, trying to rub herself against his fingers.
Abruptly his hand withdrew, leaving her gasping and broiling in her own desire. She gaped up at him, unable even to beg. Her tongue felt as if it had been glued to the roof of her mouth.
He smiled coldly at her. “Remember who is in charge here, my lotus,” he said. He brought the knife down and she flinched as he lightly ran the point up the inside of her thigh. It scratched lightly, but not enough to bring blood. He lazily traced intricate patterns all over her thigh, then moved to her belly.
She tried to will herself to remain perfectly still, yet she couldn’t suppress a quiver or two as Chen teased her skin with the blade. Much to her surprise and disgust, her quivers were not entirely due to fear. In fact, the sensation was even somewhat…pleasant. Yes, there was no denying it. Her skin tingled and awakened as the blade passed over it. As he trailed the knife up her body, her nipples stiffened, poking through the lacy material of her bra with unseemly eagerness. The throbbing down below actually increased its tempo until it felt as if she had a second heartbeat between her legs. Her breathing quickened and her entire body felt flushed.
The blade paused at her shoulder, and suddenly the pressure increased noticeably. Tiffany gasped and gave him a beseeching look. Abruptly the blade jerked and there was a ripping sound as the shoulder strap of her brassiere gave way. She cried out, and quick as a wink he slashed the other shoulder strap, then cut a path through the material that covered the valley between her breasts. The fabric seemed to melt like butter as it parted with a slight purring sound.
Chen grabbed the scraps of fabric and pulled them from her body, heedlessly tossing them on the floor. She moaned and felt a flicker of embarrassment as her breasts were bared. Chen stared at them for a long moment, breathing hard, and then he reached out and delivered a brutal pinch to one of her nipples. It should have hurt, but instead it sent a delicious ripple of feeling down her spine to her sex. She groaned and her head lolled on the pillow. “Please…” she breathed.
She heard Chen’s cold voice as if it came from the other end of a long tunnel: “How much pleasure you receive, my lotus, will depend entirely on how much you give. You would do well to keep that in mind.”
Tiffany’s half-closed eyes followed Chen’s movements as he stripped then crossed the room to take a knife out of a box. Then he was looming over her, grinning triumphantly at her. He held the knife by its intricately carved handle, blade pointed at the ceiling. The steel caught the light and drew her eyes hypnotically to it. A wicked, cruelly beautiful creation, just like the man who wielded it.
She knew she should struggle, or at least cry out, but the drug was pulling her down into a bath of warm, lovely feelings. Her mouth opened, but nothing came out. After a moment or two, she forgot why she had wanted to say anything in the first place, and she closed her mouth again. Her head felt as light and puffy as a little white cloud. By contrast, her limbs seemed to weigh about a hundred pounds each – she wouldn’t have been able to move them even if they hadn’t been bound to the bed. She realized that she had no choice but to surrender to the warm flush spreading over her.
Chen climbed onto the bed beside her, knife in hand. He crouched by her hips, still grinning at her. Tiffany saw that his other weapon was also stiff and ready for duty. Unlike the knife, it didn’t frighten her. She had handled this kind of weapon many times before. In fact, the sight of it was provoking a familiar tingling between her thighs.
He followed her gaze and chuckled. “Do you like what Chen has for you, my lotus?” he asked. “Be a good girl and you just might get it.” His free hand reached out and lightly touched the dampening silk that covered her treasure. She gasped and her back arched involuntarily. The tingling changed into a hot, sweet ache that filled her lower belly.
Chen laughed again. “Oh, you like that, eh?” he mocked her. Tiffany steeled herself, but then he started an unbearably light, delicate tickling on that needy spot between her legs. The ache turned into a steady throbbing that quickly became half-pleasurable, half-painful. She groaned and writhed in her bonds, trying to rub herself against his fingers.
Abruptly his hand withdrew, leaving her gasping and broiling in her own desire. She gaped up at him, unable even to beg. Her tongue felt as if it had been glued to the roof of her mouth.
He smiled coldly at her. “Remember who is in charge here, my lotus,” he said. He brought the knife down and she flinched as he lightly ran the point up the inside of her thigh. It scratched lightly, but not enough to bring blood. He lazily traced intricate patterns all over her thigh, then moved to her belly.
She tried to will herself to remain perfectly still, yet she couldn’t suppress a quiver or two as Chen teased her skin with the blade. Much to her surprise and disgust, her quivers were not entirely due to fear. In fact, the sensation was even somewhat…pleasant. Yes, there was no denying it. Her skin tingled and awakened as the blade passed over it. As he trailed the knife up her body, her nipples stiffened, poking through the lacy material of her bra with unseemly eagerness. The throbbing down below actually increased its tempo until it felt as if she had a second heartbeat between her legs. Her breathing quickened and her entire body felt flushed.
The blade paused at her shoulder, and suddenly the pressure increased noticeably. Tiffany gasped and gave him a beseeching look. Abruptly the blade jerked and there was a ripping sound as the shoulder strap of her brassiere gave way. She cried out, and quick as a wink he slashed the other shoulder strap, then cut a path through the material that covered the valley between her breasts. The fabric seemed to melt like butter as it parted with a slight purring sound.
Chen grabbed the scraps of fabric and pulled them from her body, heedlessly tossing them on the floor. She moaned and felt a flicker of embarrassment as her breasts were bared. Chen stared at them for a long moment, breathing hard, and then he reached out and delivered a brutal pinch to one of her nipples. It should have hurt, but instead it sent a delicious ripple of feeling down her spine to her sex. She groaned and her head lolled on the pillow. “Please…” she breathed.
She heard Chen’s cold voice as if it came from the other end of a long tunnel: “How much pleasure you receive, my lotus, will depend entirely on how much you give. You would do well to keep that in mind.”
Chen Yu
"How much pleasure you receive, my lotus will depend entirely on how much you give. You would do well to keep that in mind.”
He set the knife on the table next to the bed.
Chen saw how the drug was acting upon her mind in the most delightful way. He noted Tiffany's every response. A voluptuary of the most accomplished kind, he knew that the girl had a fierce need to be taken, possessed, used.
He bent to take possession of her mouth, kissing her with violent passion. He ran his tongue over her lips, caressing them. Reminding Chen of the sweet succulence of wild strawberries.
At the same time, he slipped his hands down to her breasts and began to gently tug and rub his thumb on the tips of her nipples. The naked flesh responded to his touch and so did the girl. A sweet sigh escaped her lips.
Slipping his hands over her softly rounded hips and running them up her inner thighs with a feather-light touch, he removed his lips from her mouth. Chen licked his way down her neck until his lips fastened around the hardened nub of a nipple. As a surprise, he bit down on that tender bit of flesh, releasing it only to softly laugh at her shocked gasp. Smiling at Tiffany wickedly, he returned his mouth to its task while his hand found its way to the slip of silk between her legs. He ripped the panties from her body. His fingers resumed their exploration and they teased their way into the moist folds of her outer lips, then into the dark wetness of her cunt.
"How much pleasure you receive, my lotus will depend entirely on how much you give. You would do well to keep that in mind.”
He set the knife on the table next to the bed.
Chen saw how the drug was acting upon her mind in the most delightful way. He noted Tiffany's every response. A voluptuary of the most accomplished kind, he knew that the girl had a fierce need to be taken, possessed, used.
He bent to take possession of her mouth, kissing her with violent passion. He ran his tongue over her lips, caressing them. Reminding Chen of the sweet succulence of wild strawberries.
At the same time, he slipped his hands down to her breasts and began to gently tug and rub his thumb on the tips of her nipples. The naked flesh responded to his touch and so did the girl. A sweet sigh escaped her lips.
Slipping his hands over her softly rounded hips and running them up her inner thighs with a feather-light touch, he removed his lips from her mouth. Chen licked his way down her neck until his lips fastened around the hardened nub of a nipple. As a surprise, he bit down on that tender bit of flesh, releasing it only to softly laugh at her shocked gasp. Smiling at Tiffany wickedly, he returned his mouth to its task while his hand found its way to the slip of silk between her legs. He ripped the panties from her body. His fingers resumed their exploration and they teased their way into the moist folds of her outer lips, then into the dark wetness of her cunt.
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Carmensita
As her bra fall away and Sam began an intense scrutiny of her tattoos, Carmen allowed her eyes to close, her body swaying ever so slightly. She could bear it... for just a little bit longer.
"Ayayayay, Senor Sam! Ju gotta look a little bit more down. Jes, right dare," she confirmed as the buttons on the midriff of her uniform obediently popped open. "See, dares another one," she said, pointing to her navel.
Crimson petals encircled the small depression, creating a lush flower about her belly button, it's stem trailing below the remaining buttons.
"Ju need to taste dees too?"
As her bra fall away and Sam began an intense scrutiny of her tattoos, Carmen allowed her eyes to close, her body swaying ever so slightly. She could bear it... for just a little bit longer.
"Ayayayay, Senor Sam! Ju gotta look a little bit more down. Jes, right dare," she confirmed as the buttons on the midriff of her uniform obediently popped open. "See, dares another one," she said, pointing to her navel.
Crimson petals encircled the small depression, creating a lush flower about her belly button, it's stem trailing below the remaining buttons.
"Ju need to taste dees too?"
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Sams tongue dipped in and swirled around the warm hollow of her navel. Carmen shivered and held his head tightly in her hands.
Was that a downward pressure he felt?
Well sure it was!
Buttons popped like machine gun bullets as Sam licked his way down the rose stem which sprouted from a delightful patch of warm soft hair which he
nuzzled into like a little boy with a new teddy bear.
"Ooohhhhh Meester Spade!"
His hands were sliding up the silky backs of her thighs and cupping the round cheeks of her saucy bottom. He drew her forward until his tongue touched the moist pink lips of her eager little pussy. He'd found another flower!
Was that a downward pressure he felt?
Well sure it was!
Buttons popped like machine gun bullets as Sam licked his way down the rose stem which sprouted from a delightful patch of warm soft hair which he
nuzzled into like a little boy with a new teddy bear.
"Ooohhhhh Meester Spade!"
His hands were sliding up the silky backs of her thighs and cupping the round cheeks of her saucy bottom. He drew her forward until his tongue touched the moist pink lips of her eager little pussy. He'd found another flower!
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Carmen
Flower indeed!
Tremors of pleasure shot throughout Carmen's body like Roman candles as Sam's hot tongue lapped at her rosebud. She grabbed his ears and steered him unerringly toward his next destination.
"Oooooo, Señor Spade! Ju are making me like dee earthquake! Please... aaayaaay... a leetle more to the left... ¡Caramba! Sí... oooooh... sí... Díos mío..."
Her knees gave way suddenly and she toppled backwards with a giggle, knees in the air, back flat on the floor. A moment later, she sat up and batted her lashes at Sam from between her knees. Her eyes sparkled impishly as she said, "Don't forget the last one, Señor. Ju must look real close!"
Flower indeed!
Tremors of pleasure shot throughout Carmen's body like Roman candles as Sam's hot tongue lapped at her rosebud. She grabbed his ears and steered him unerringly toward his next destination.
"Oooooo, Señor Spade! Ju are making me like dee earthquake! Please... aaayaaay... a leetle more to the left... ¡Caramba! Sí... oooooh... sí... Díos mío..."
Her knees gave way suddenly and she toppled backwards with a giggle, knees in the air, back flat on the floor. A moment later, she sat up and batted her lashes at Sam from between her knees. Her eyes sparkled impishly as she said, "Don't forget the last one, Señor. Ju must look real close!"
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It was hard for Sam to focus on anything 'real close' with his tongue twirling around about three inches deep in Carmens savory pussy but he winked at her anyway and slid his hands under her cheeks to raise her to his mouth for better enjoyment of the delectable feast.
Her thighs squeezed tight against his ears and he felt her shuddering against his lips....'wouldn't be long at all', he thought feeling his cock about to burst through his pleated trousers.
"Oh...Oh...OH!!!OHOHOHOH!!!..."
The hot blooded maid pushed her little pinata right up into his face and tried to dig runnels into the tile floor as the 'moment 'gripped her.
"SAMMMMMMMMEEEEEEEE!"
She cried! He felt a violent final spasm and his mouth began to fill with her warm sweet juices.
"SAMMMMMMMMEEEEEEEEE!"
She cried again, grabbing his hair and yanking him down even harder! Sam did his best to to tickle her tonsils with the tip of his tongue and wondered what the rest of the Woodsley household was imagining as Carmen gave vent to her limitless joy with true Latin exuberence.
Her thighs squeezed tight against his ears and he felt her shuddering against his lips....'wouldn't be long at all', he thought feeling his cock about to burst through his pleated trousers.
"Oh...Oh...OH!!!OHOHOHOH!!!..."
The hot blooded maid pushed her little pinata right up into his face and tried to dig runnels into the tile floor as the 'moment 'gripped her.
"SAMMMMMMMMEEEEEEEE!"
She cried! He felt a violent final spasm and his mouth began to fill with her warm sweet juices.
"SAMMMMMMMMEEEEEEEEE!"
She cried again, grabbing his hair and yanking him down even harder! Sam did his best to to tickle her tonsils with the tip of his tongue and wondered what the rest of the Woodsley household was imagining as Carmen gave vent to her limitless joy with true Latin exuberence.
