Chapter 2
Raul Herrera was filling in time by hand drafting a memo about the party's progress in Espania. He had just glanced at his watch for the tenth time in the past half-hour when he heard Edmunto's car pull up.
Raul himself met the balding man at the front door.
Edmunto didn't waste time with the pleasantries. Grinning broadly, he said, "Comrade Herrera! Ambassador Brooks is with his mistress!"
Raul allowed his thin, taut face to crease in a smile. "Good. Go in and pour yourself a drink until I return. I am going to advise the Senora Brooks at once!"
"Careful," Edmunto said, as his employer started across the porch in the direction of the gleaming Mercedes parked near his big country house. "The princes may faint at news that her husband abandons such a beautiful, so-slim aristocratic woman at home while he fucks one of our lusty Espanian women . . . and one of peasant stock, at that!"
The thin Herrera glanced back. "Careful yourself, Edmunto. One does not refer to peasants and aristocrats these days . . . comrade!"
Edmunto looked abashed. "I am sorry, comrade. A . . . slip of the tongue. Old habits, you know."
Raul Herrera said nothing. The door of the expensive German car closed behind him with a solid chung. Then he backed around and drove rapidly down his driveway.
"Turd," Edmunto muttered, entering the big house. "I shall drink his best-just hide another bottle in the car. He has so much from his Russian masters!"
He went to Herrera's royally stocked liquor cabinet, trying to visualize what the tall and slender Yanqui ambassador would be doing right now with his big, supersexy mistress. What a fool, Edmunto thought. Big black-haired Espanian women were plentiful. But a slim and regal blond beauty such as Claudine Brooks-why would a man leave her bed for the likes of Morgana?
"Do you ever do this sort of thing with that blond statue you're married to, David querido?" Morgana asked. She writhed a little as he forced still more of the thin nylon of her panties up between her damp labia and into her slippery slit.
"The Princess? Don't be silly. She's a lady. She wears it like a badge. Twenty-four hours a day, Claudine is a lady. That's why I'm here with you, querida, and you know it."
"Missionary position?" she pursued. She trembled. Now he was working his wet tongue into her navel and playing lingually with the deep depression.
"Missionary position, si," David confirmed, in an exasperated tone. "Two or three times a month, that is, when we . . . get together."
She sighed and slid her hand in between his thighs. "You are a hot-blooded man, David, a macho lover. A man who needs loving, and sex . . . and who needs a woman whose blood runs hot."
"Like you." Half-turning her voluptuous, tawny body, he let his hand wander up the silky backs of her thighs to the great divide.
She shuddered violently as he pulled down the wet panties and his fingers crept over the full, voluptuous curves of her naked haunches.
"Yes! Like me! Why-ah! Uh-um! Be careful, please .. . just... put it in a-uh! Ummm! -a little at a ti-i-i-ime! Oh, lover!" A great shudder rippled the ripe luxury of her body. "Why did you . . . marry her?"
"You being pushy, luv?" he asked, gently raping her throbbing anus with a stiffened finger that imitated a long slim penis. He watched the quake and twitch of her well-padded buttocks.
"Um-ahhhh! No, no, my darling. I make no demands . . . have I ever?" Without waiting for him to answer, she said, "No, I only wonder. She is so much more beautiful, and I am so happy to have you. It does not seem a marriage of passion, yours and your Claudine's."
He thought about what she'd said, while continuing to slide his finger steadily in and out of the intense heat of her tight ass slot.
He could feel it growing less and less tight, loosening up as his gently sawing finger tranquilized her anal sphincter and persuaded it to relax. Good. It was buggery he wanted this second time, not the normal black-bushed slash of her cunt.
He loved watching his cock moving in and out between the swelling tan mounds of her voluptuously ripe butt. He loved the feel of it, the extreme tightness around his prick and the fine padding cushions her buttocks provided for his driving crotch. And he knew she loved it, too. She was his mistress precisely because she loved sex, loved men, loved cock-and loved it up the back. Her opulently curved body; the rich waving mass of her black hair; the swell of her big jiggly tits, like footballs wrapped in satin; the womanly girth of her hips; and her juicy, jutting behind . . . those were part of it too. But many women looked sexy. Not all of them lived up to the promise of their bodies, or even to the enticing way they decorated themselves. Morgana, though, was born for sex. And she lived for it.
Probing her relaxing, opening asshole with his finger, David Brooks answered her question about his wife, Claudine . . . the Princess.
"I was twenty-one when I went to work for a company back in the United States," he said. "Nine years later I was vice-president. And still single. A man named Attenborough founded that company, and the family still owns forty percent of it-and many millions of dollars. My wife Claudine was an Attenborough."
Is an Attenborough, he thought. Once an Attenborough, always an Attenborough. It's a way of life, a state of mind, a permanent blessing . . . and a curse.
"The Princess is only a nickname, because of the way she looks and acts."
"You married her for her money?"
He slapped one juicy ass cheek and watched it jiggle. "It was ... an alliance. Both of us wanted it. Obviously I was going to be president of that company. Her father-and more importantly, her grandfather-wanted me in the family. And I certainly wasn't against marrying the most beautiful Attenborough in three generations!"
She writhed on the bed, sighing, not even tensing up as she felt another finger join the first up the warm, narrow, throbbing sheath of her anus. It pushed on, ignoring the mild threat of her sphincter, and both fingers eased on into her rectum. "I am sorry I said that about the money, lover. But if you were to be president of a company in los Estados Unidos, why did you come to South America?"
"On orders of my government," he chuckled. "Both the Attenboroughs and I made nice contributions to our president's campaign. I was offered this job. We talked about it "
"You and the Attenboroughs."
"Yes. And I accepted it."
She sighed, squirming contentedly on the bed like a giant purring cat while his fingers searched for her bowels. "Well. She does make an extremely handsome ambassador's wife. She must have been the most beautiful woman in America." Most beautiful ice statue, she was thinking.
"Close to it, I suppose. And one of the wealthiest. And we are happy. I like your country, Morgana, and Claudine likes being the wife of the ambassador to Espania."
"Um . . . oh . . . you are getting to me ... so much, so much! I want you in me, lover, soon! But-Espania is the smallest country in South America."
He chuckled. "One has to start somewhere, darling. Monaco is tiny, too . . . but Claudine would love for us to be assigned there. She's been told too many times how much she resembles Princess Grace. I think Claudine is even sorry she's so . . . Christ. She deemphasizes her breasts and round fanny."
"Are her tits as big as mine?"
"No, Morgana." With his other hand, he reached under to stroke through her full bush of jet-black pubic hair.
"Is her ass as round as mine?"
"No, Morgana." He massaged the soft indentation of the gorge between her cunt lips.
She wagged her hips. "Ah-oh, oh, amante, lover! And does she like fingers in her, like me?"
"No, Morgana." He slipped two into her cunt. Turning his wrists, he rubbed the two fingers embedded in her asshole against its slippery floor, and the two up her silky cunt against its upper surface. He felt his own fingers, sliding over each other, separated only by slippery inner membranes like oiled satin.
She groaned aloud and arched her back, lifting her head and moving it slowly to and fro.
"And ... ah!-does she . . . like cock up her ass, lover?"
"No, Morgana." I mean I don't know, he thought. How'd I ever find out with a woman like Claudine? She even acts like a princess in the bedroom!
He wore a huge new hard-on now, like a vein-decorated club standing before him. Just her words made it jump and darken with inflowing blood.
"Well, I do!" Morgana husked out throatily. "And you have got me so hot my ass sizzles and burns! Please . . . please fuck me now, mi amante!"
He smiled, more than pleased at her impassioned invitation.
"Get it up and ready then," he told her harshly. His throat was clogged with lust.
He watched while she moved to obey, swiftly. In an instant she was on hands and knees. Her distended, long tits dangled like rich pendants beneath her. With her crack aimed straight at him, she waved the jutting half-moons of her ass in the air.
A jolt of scorching lust blazed through him and tightened up the loaded nut sac that felt like a heavy weight dragging at his groin. The wagging of her sexy haunches enticed him. His cock yearned out in a heaving erection that pushed toward the so-tiny back hole between those exciting cheeks. He watched them soften and drift even more apart as she made a conscious effort to relax them. The deep valley dividing the flaming cheeks widened as he stared into it. Then he was gazing at the pursed, wrinkled little crater, the outer mouth of her hot pulsing asshole.
With one hand on one big surging cheek and the other guiding his hard, swollen cock, he leaned in to press its head into the furrow of her backside.
She shivered. He was heightening the hot pulsing sensation at her anus by rubbing the silky, swollen crown over the tiny and sensitive opening. As always, the head of his cock felt very hot and very large.
Then he attacked the resisting ring of muscle. She moaned aloud. Slowly, his cock was oozing into her ass.
He pushed and continued pushing until his prick was firmly enclosed in the narrow hole, which throbbed deliciously all around him. He could feel that narrow anal canal yielding up admittance, step by step.
Then his prick drove through her sphincter anus and wallowed in her rectal canal. Its presence in her, even though it hurt a little, was indescribably erotic. But God, it was so huge and it felt so hot!
He held it there a long time while her tender asshole flowered around it. His hands smoothed and caressed constantly over the slightly quivering cheeks of her soft and prominent ass. Then he began to move.
He drew it far back, watching her lipless anal mouth pucker and flow out with the inflamed shaft, stretching out like a virgin cunt that gripped his cock with helpless fervor. Then only the swollen, sensitive knob remained inside her, clenched hotly in the sultry recess and feeling as if a big heated rubber band had been forced tautly over it.
He shoved his cock back up her ass.
Her big rump wiggled high in the air, tensing before the straining discomfort as he forced his bulging, bloated length of tubular masculinity into the splayed cleft of her ass.
He gave her asshole as much strain as it could take, as much straining meat as it could hold.
She was cloven and split and spitted on his turgid fuck pole.
He began ramming, then. He drove his heavy cock into that salacious hole in a passionate ass-fucking that soon had her jerking and bobbing her ass in several directions at once.
He stayed right with her. His prick stayed right in her.
Fiery tingles raced through her and barely recognizable words flowed from her sagging mouth. She began thrashing wildly, bucking back against his pumping prick. The intensely narrow slot swallowed every hot swollen inch of him.
Her luxuriant black locks streamed down in a head-enveloping curtain that swished and shimmered with her movements and his. Hanging long and fat and pointed, her tits swung and jostled, feeling heavier and heavier.
He reached around her to grip and press and fondle them. Gathering up twin fistfuls of heavy-tipped tit, he pressed and manipulated them with a fascinated ardor. She felt the sudden rush of blood into her nipples and they throbbed as they pouted out into impudent hard-ons.
The tight clinging membranes of her asshole were molded tightly around his imbedded cock, a bar of heated iron up her rectum. He stared down the long deep crack to watch every lunging thrust up her back. He knew he was making it throb, and ache-as his balls were beginning to do.
He swung his hips without force, sliding his prick smoothly into the little mouth and listening to the sexy sucking sounds as he slipped deeper into it.
Her writhing, heated body squirmed in reaction to the demanding sexuality of the burning probe in her rectum. It split the sexy hot furrow wide open to accommodate its thickness and length. Her asshole became more and more loose and easy to drill in and out of. Her annular muscles gave way. Her rectum swallowed inch after inch of cock.
He pumped harder and harder, battering into the hot valley of her ass with turgid strokes.
The firm, prim muscles of that delicious anal tube commenced tightening convulsively as she sought to squeeze his potent piston in the soft confines of her asshole. He drove through them with strong pummeling lunges.
Her groans increased in volume. She circled and jogged her hips so as to caress and press his engorged cock every time it plummeted down the long wet tunnel of her back. A roaring flame of lust threatened to gut her. A wave of voluptuary pleasure ran through her and she shivered in delight.
Releasing her mauled, nipple-stabbing knockers, he let them swing loose and heavy beneath her. His hands returned to the corpulent beauty of her juddering, smoothly curved cheeks.
He gripped her butt with fingers and knuckles going white with the force of his clasp.
And he hunched, ass-fucking her in a hard, fast, reckless rhythm until he heard the sounds of her dangling tits, jiggling and slapping each other with sweat-wet, pulpy sounds.
She was jerking, rocking, as he impaled her hot rectum and made her wince at his vitality and the hot skewering width and thickness of his thrusting cock.
She felt it swell to a new throbbing girth. He felt his balls tighten, starting to draw up into his crotch.
She jerked her ass wildly and pumped back and forth. That sudden activity triggered his guts into a volcanic orgasm. Suddenly warm semen squirted up the tender, humid depths of her asshole in violent spasms.
She could feel the pulsing of his cock in the semen-filling tunnel of her asshole, could feel the surging ejaculations of incoming male juice.
He gasped and shuddered, jamming the huge swollen bulk of his spitting cock as far up her rectum as he could get it, shooting warm cum along the humid, gripping pathway to her bowels.
They lay together for a long time after he had emptied his balls. She did not tell him she loved him. She knew that he knew she did. But it was not for her to say the words. He was married to another woman, and she felt, without being able to understand it, that her ambassadorial lover did love his wife. The Princess.
At last it was time for him to begin to dress to go home to that tall, slender blonde. Morgana watched him go with sadness.
Morgana was never to see him again.