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feeling a little sad for the courtly Colombian. And she felt sorry for herself. She was having a wonderful
time, a fabulous adventure in Mexico. No one had ever treated her so grandly as Don Ernesto. And he
had made good every promise to her so far. Looking at him across the table as he sat there, so
handsome, so aristocratic with his tanned skin and crisp white sharkskin suit, she could hardly bear to
think of him in drab prison uniform, his beautiful face drawn and wan from bad food. Yet he was a
criminal, and a predator. And if she failed to do her part to bring him to justice, she would be failing
thousands of people everywhere. Worse, she would be endangering Julio's life, and possibly her own!
She could never forgive herself if anything happened to Julio. She was definitely in love with him. No,
she mustn't fail ...
They drank Margaritas and danced and she had a marvelous evening. Don Ernesto was more attentive
than usual. He treated her differently ... like a woman he wanted to make love to, holding her tight
against him as they danced, kissing her softly but lingeringly on the forehead. The fluttery feelings of
excitement danced in her belly and in her loins. The first part of her assignment would not be difficult at
all ...
When they got back to the house, Julio made a hasty retreat to his bed. After lingering over a nightcap,
the brutish printer yawned widely and said goodnight, leaving the two of them alone. Apparently
Dawson knew what was in his associate's mind!
"Jill ... how about a little champagne and caviar?" Garcia suggested.
"Oh, eh ... well ... I guess there's always room for a little caviar ..." she stammered. There was a hard
knot in her throat that swallowing wouldn't take away. Her heart was beating like a trip hammer.
Dammit, why did he have to be so attractive! It would be so much easier to betray him if he was a
boorish clod like Dawson!
"Marvelous. Come with me," he said, standing up and coming over to her, extending his hands and
drawing her up to him from the couch. He looked deep into her eyes with the faintest glimmer of lust.
She thought he was going to kiss her. But he did not. He took her by the hand and led her down the hall
... to his bedroom.
He switched on a small lamp and closed the door. "The champagne and caviar are over there, Jill," he
said, pointing to a bedside table.
She stood there, not daring to look up at him. He placed his hands on her shoulders and gently turned
her around. Looking intently into her eyes he said, "I want to make love to you, Jill. I've wanted to make
love to you for a long time. But I am not an animal. I will not force you. Whatever you give me of your
body, your beauty, your warmth, you must give willingly ..."
Jill was confused, bewildered. Those couldn't be the words of a heartless white slaver, a dealer in
wholesale narcotics! Oh God, why did this have to happen to her?
"Ernesto ... I ... I ... oh yeeesss. YEEESSS!" she cried breathlessly, lifting her face to receive his lips. He
enfolded her in her arms, crushing her against him. He wedged her legs apart with his knee and pressed
his hard, heated cock into her pussy mound, massaging her cunt as he placed his hands on her taut
asscheeks and squeezed them firmly, kneading them as though they were two plump loaves of dough. Jill
was wet between her legs, and her clitoris throbbed against her panty hose. She felt weak in the knees.
Suddenly he drew back from her. "Let me undress you, preciosa." And he did, while she stood there
shivering with desire. He was still fully clothed, and standing there naked before him gave her a lascivious
thrill, as though she were a concubine and he, the Sultan of the harem.
He picked her up and carried her over to the bed, placing her on the pristine white sheet ever so
carefully. Then he undressed. She saw the gold chain attached to his belt loop as soon as he took off his
jacket and placed it on the back of a chair. Then followed the tie, the cufflinks and the shirt. He slipped
off his snakeskin shoes, then pulled off his socks as he sat on the edge of the bed. Next came the
trousers, which he carefully folded on the crease line and placed across the chair seat. Lastly, his
monogrammed silk undershorts.
Ernesto stood before her, his throbbing penis jutting out from his sparse black pubic hair. He was a
sensational man. His penis was not as large as Julio's, but it was beautiful, and more than enough for the
breathless young artist. His balls were smooth and nearly hairless. How she would love to have Ernesto
pose nude for her!
"Well, my magnificent beauty, would you like your champagne now or later?" he asked, sitting down on
the edge of the bed and grinning at her warmly. (God, she could have cared less about anything to drink
at that moment!)
She fanned her arm out languorously towards hum. "Later, Ernesto ... much later ..."
He kissed her then, kissed her whole body all over. Everywhere. He tongued her pussy and she came
on his mouth again and again. Then he fucked her-oh, did he fuck her! Ernesto was a well-oiled
machine, his cock a piston that gave her another thrilling orgasm before he stiffened and cried, "Dios,
arribo!" and blasted her pussy with his boiling load of cum.
They rested then, and sipped champagne and ate caviar on English water biscuits. Then he ate her pussy
again, squirting champagne into her vagina with his mouth, then siphoning it out again with the same
pleasure-giving orifice. He was a master love-maker, and she never came down from her sexual high.
Julio had told her to "wear him out" so that he would be certain to sleep heavily. Instead, it was all she
could do to keep pace with her masterful Colombian lover, despite taking an upper that Julio had given
her earlier. Finally, she crawled down between his legs and kissed his smooth cock. It bobbed in
reaction to her stimulus. Garcia placed his hand on her head. "Are you certain you want to do that,
nina?" he asked her.
"Yes, Ernesto. I want to kiss your beautiful cock. I want to kiss it, and lick it and suck it until you fill my
mouth with your wonderful hot, sticky cum."
Dios! The girl has learned well-and in such a short time!, Garcia remarked to himself, I must give
compliments to Julio. Dawson was right: she is a she-cat!
Jill covered the underworld magnate's penis with kisses, which became more fervent by the moment.
Then she licked where she had kissed, poking the tip of her pink tongue in the tiny glans slit to taste his
seminal lubrication. And as she sucked and nibbled, her pussy became more inflamed with nibbling
desire. An electric surge washed over her cunt as Garcia reached down between her legs and placed a
long, elegant finger between her pussy lips to massage her tautly distended clitoris.
At that, she opened her mouth wide and placed her lips over the head of his heated shaft, drawing it in
and licking it inside her mouth as she folded her lips over the points of her teeth to keep from hurting the
tender cockflesh. She bent down, taking more of the turgid prick into her mouth. Her lips were tautly
ovalled around him, and as she drew his cock into her mouth as far as it would go, Garcia let out a
heavy moan of pleasure and momentarily stopped manipulating her clitoris.
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