Chapter 7
The moment that Cathy stepped into Sanchez' bedroom, the slender, elegant man turned into a sexual tiger.
"I became so aroused today when I watched you have sex first with Jose and later with Dolores," he gasped, closing the door behind him and flicking on a light, which illuminated only partially a portion of the area adjacent to the huge bed in the center of the room. "Yes, I could not suppress the urge to reach down and unzip my trousers. I jerked on my cock like a mad fiend for awhile, but I finally was able to summon enough willpower to remove my fingers from it. I was planning to save my passions for my first meeting with you, when I would be able to welcome you, as head of this humble little household, in as grand a fashion as I could muster. Yes, my darling, I fully intend to provide you with the ultimate in passion. The very ultimate. What a truly beautiful woman you are."
While Cathy stood in a darkened corner of the large room, trembling with uncertainty, the thoroughly aroused Sanchez reached down and swiftly unzipped his trousers. She listened to the loud panting sounds emanating from him, indicating that he was indeed steamed up and ready for immediate action.
"Yes, I was so excited with the vivid memories of those beautiful interludes with Jose and Dolores, but I managed to contain myself," he exclaimed. "Then I saw that absolutely captivating scene between Dolores and Jose. My cock was standing on end. Indeed. That got me stimulated even more. Now it is time for us to truly enjoy ourselves, to let ourselves go."
His fingers pumped up and down several times against the searing rigidity of his inflamed cock flesh. All the while he continued looking forward with great anticipation to some stirring sex action with the beautiful blonde.
He removed his fingers from his stiffly erect cock a few moments later. Sanchez moved his body abruptly toward Cathy. He let his arms encircle her body, and his lips reached out with passionate intensity while he pushed his chest sharply against the firmly resolute breasts of Cathy. Even though he was wearing a shirt and she had on her bikini top, the friction was sufficient enough to send chills of shivering excitement up and down his body, increasing the intense flow of lustful passion that was driving him furiously onward.
While Sanchez' arms were locked solidly around the waist of Cathy, he pushed his pistoning tongue rapidly forward, allowing it to surge with swift assertiveness as it worked its way inside the mouth of a highly reluctant Cathy.
Once again Cathy felt like a woman being abused, in short like a whore. Nobody ever asked her permission for anything around this bizarre house where she was being held captive. First it was Jose, then Dolores, and now Sanchez, the master of the household himself, who was taking charge of things, doing precisely what he wished to do, never asking her what she thought about any of it.
She tried to withdraw from the kiss, her whole body tightening as she made a frantic attempt to pull her head back and release her captive tongue from Sanchez' mouth.
The heavily panting Sanchez was not about to be denied, however, as his hotly intruding tongue worked its way against hers over and over while the tempest continued building throughout his body, his cock becoming as stiff as concrete.
When Sanchez finally released his tongue from the shapely blonde's mouth, he tightened his grip around her waist and pushed her body downward on top of the bed. He landed on top of the blonde beauty with a loud thud, and as he did the panting Sanchez decided that it was time to remove her bikini.
His nervously quivering fingers reached up and went to work with spry anxiety against her bikini top. Sanchez pulled and tugged until he removed her bikini top, and all the while Cathy's head swirled in a spinning sea of confusion. She bitterly resented what was happening to her but was powerless to control the inexorable floodtide of events from taking place.
"Oh, stop, stop," she lamented, but to no avail. "You're acting like some kind of wild animal. Don't do this to me. Please don't. Oh, you're gonna tear my bikini."
"If I happen to tear your bikini I will buy you a new one," he told her emphatically. "Oh, you have me so excited. What a body. No wonder Jose and Dolores went so wild over you. No small wonder. What a superb specimen of womanhood."
Finally he finished prying off her bikini, tossing it restlessly to the floor. His fingers then reached down and began to nervously tug at her bikini bottom.
"Oh, I'll be seeing all of you," he rejoiced. "That will be so wonderful. I want to see you totally naked. That will be so delightful. You in all your luscious nudity."
He pulled sharply, watching the skimpy material slide down the smooth, trim legs of the struggling beauty, whose legs kicked deliriously in an unsuccessful attempt to free herself from Sanchez' clutches.
Now she was finding out what it was like to be confronted by the panting, animalistic head of the operation. She wondered if perhaps this was the reason why she had been brought here, to serve as the personal love slave of Senor Sanchez. Maybe the earlier interludes were no more than a brief testing process, and that now she would remain the possession of the suave and handsome Sanchez, who now panted and gasped like a hound dog in heat at the prospect of seeing her devoid of any and all clothing.
He finally finished prying her bikini bottom off of her, and as he did he reached out and let his fingers clutch with great tightness against the warmth of her buttocks flesh.
"What an exquisite ass," Sanchez cried out triumphantly. "What a woman! Jose was raving about this lovely behind, and he certainly knew what he was talking about! You are absolutely beautiful, my dear. Oh, do I love letting my fingers clutch at your ass."
His fingers pushed with surging rigidity against the creamy warmth of her flailing ass globes. He alternately pinched and squeezed at the flesh, a twinkle of merriment in his eyes reminiscent of a young boy playing with a new toy.
"What an ass, what a glorious ass," he gasped.
After letting his fingers squeeze tightly against the twisting warmth of her ass cheeks for a few moments longer, he released his fingers from her buttocks as quickly as he had initially made a grab for the lovely globes of flesh.
While the still stunned young woman watched, lying flat on her back in the middle of Senor Sanchez' huge bed, he jumped up spryly from the bed and immediately began removing his clothes.
His fingers became a blur of unceasing activity as Sanchez, still loudly panting, pulled his trousers down and off of him, after which he then made a grab for his white jockey shorts, which he slipped down his legs and off of him.
Sanchez removed his shirt last, throwing it recklessly to the ground. In that he was wearing no T-shirt or undershirt there was nothing more for him to remove. His body surged forward once more and he landed on the bed with a lurid plop, set to take charge of events with dynamic thoroughness with this stunning young woman.
His fingers reached out and immediately made contact with the firm warmth of her breasts. He squeezed and kneaded the warmth of Cathy's flesh, enjoying every stirring measure of the vigorous finger contact as she laid back and tolerated these brisk intrusions, realizing that she was truly powerless to prevent this hotly aroused male from doing precisely what he desired.
"Oh, this is so good," he panted. "I love every bit of this wild and wonderful action. Oh, what glorious breasts! They are absolutely glorious! This is so good!"
His fingers pushed briskly against the solid flesh for a few more moments. As he withdrew them, he let them reach down and make a quick grab for the warmth of her gyrating buttocks.
"Oh, the glorious ass cheeks, they are so magnificent," he loudly and passionately exclaimed. "I am enchanted by every part of this absolutely glorious body."
When he got through making finger contact with her buttocks, he let his fingers reach out and make a grab for her legs. He parted her thighs, staring down between her legs to her vulnerably exposed vagina. His eyes twinkled with lascivious anticipation over the prospect of making immediate contact with this ravishing creature.
"Now you're going to be mine, all mine," he announced. "What a body!"
"Oh, please, do you have to do this?" she decided to protest.
"Of course. And why not?"
"This is awful. I'm being forced to do this. I hardly even know you. I'm no tramp, believe me I'm not, but I've certainly been treated like one since I've come here. You people just all believe in taking what you feel is yours. This is horrible."
"Stop complaining, my sweet," he laughed. "You don't need to worry about anything. You have been living such a sheltered life. What a pity for such a gorgeous woman. We're going to show you all the pleasures in life that you have been missing, and perhaps in the beginning it is necessary to coaxe you along a little, but it is all in a good cause. I can assure you of that."
His fingers clutched fervently at the succulence of her warmly delicious white thighs. He pushed his stiff penis assertively forward, his eyes making contact all the while with his target, her appetizing vagina.
"Oh, here I go," he gasped.
His stiff organ cut into her with knife-like impact as he thrust it for the first time inside her vagina, his hips and buttocks rhythmically twisting as his spearing manmeat ground into her.
"Oh, so nice, so tight," he swooned.
"Oh stop, you're making me feel like a whore."
"My dear, you're going to have to stop this ridiculous guilt trip. It's absolutely absurd. You'll learn in time just how silly you are being at the moment. Believe me you will."
His stirring cock kept slamming into her as he found himself being carried along in a wild sensual rage, and all the while, as he kept drilling her with his assertive cock, he propelled himself that much nearer to an ecstatic climax.
With dramatic assertiveness he kept gasping and sighing, driving his solid organ into her, his fingers reaching out and delivering an occasional slap to her buttocks as he pushed that much nearer to the moment of completion, when the fiery drops of impassioned sperm would explode from the end of his skewering pole.
The hammering organ kept on driving with bold conviction as he pushed himself ever nearer to the dramatic moment when the juices would soar from the end of his cock.
His fingers began slapping at her writhing ass cheeks more frequently and sharply than before as his inflamed man meat kept working its way inside the intimacy of her vagina.
"Oh, I'm getting closer, so much closer," he declared. The stuff is just gonna spill out of me. It makes me feel so good."
Even though the act had begun with the blonde woman being totally opposed to everything that was taking place, as time elapsed she found herself actually lunging forward against her own inner wishes, her instincts taking control of her, as she shoved herself toward the searing forward thrusts of her lover's cock.
She could see that Sanchez was a take-charge man from start to finish, and just as he left no stones unturned when it came to his plans for successfully capturing her and holding on to her without any problems ensuing, so was he putting every burning ounce of passion into every jolting thrust of his fiery, blue-veined phallus as he pushed himself ever closer to the moment of climax, when the thundering juice would explode from his penis.
"Oh, I'm so close now," he gasped. "What a pussy. Oh, honey, you're so very tight, so deliciously tight. I just love this. I love plunging my cock into you. What a feeling!"
His stiffly cannonading pole slammed against the tightly spasming depths of Cathy's vagina as he pushed ever nearer to orgasm. He reached out and let his fingers pinch tightly against the warmth of her hotly spasming ass cheeks as he let out a prolonged sigh:
"OOOOOHHHHHHHH, I'M THEEERRRREEEEE!"
The splashing drops of his thick white juice bolted thunderously from the fiery tip of Sanchez' exploding penis, and as it did his body quivered with delirious ecstasy as the moment which he had so long anticipated was now here.
This marked the culmination, something that had been building within him from the very moment that he first laid eyes on Cathy as he watched Jose and Dolores engage in sex with her, and as he watched her shower in the bathroom, all with his convenient television equipment which monitored all activity that took place in Cathy's room, or at least any and all activity that he cared to observe.
Now the juices were exploding, and his fingers clung tightly to the warmth of her buttocks as he moved that much closer to the end of the act.
Finally he removed his now satisfied cock from her vagina, and as he did he patted her on top of the head affectionately.
"That is what I call a glorious screw," he told her. "Now that it's all over, how do you feel?"
"Kind of numb," she replied weakly.
"Is that all you can say?" he inquired laughingly.
"For the moment, at any rate."
"You just have to grow accustomed to all of this," he smiled understandingly. "But I am certainly confident that in time you will learn to adjust. Quite definitely."
She said nothing.
Sanchez smiled at her, running his fingers affectionately over her face.
"From now on you can call me Luis. In fact I want you to. Do you understand, my sweet?"
"Yes."
"Good. Now I will buzz Ramon on the intercom and have him take you back to your room."