There was a breeze off of the bay that ruffled her hair. But it wasn't cold. The lights were on in the city and the sight never failed to amaze Samantha.
She could look at it for hours.
"So you learned a lot about sex."
"Yes, I did."
"How old are you?"
"Twenty five Miss Harding"
Samantha stood with her arms folded under her breasts. Cordova was to her rear and left, leaning against the side of the car.
"Are you any good?" she asked.
"At what?"
"You know what I mean."
"I suppose I am."
Samantha had a wild impulse. Why not go all the way? What was preventing her? She didn't have anything to lose and everything to gain.
"Do you like to see me happy?"
"Of course."
"Then I have a job for you."
"A job?"
Samantha turned and closed the distances between their bodies. She drew his face down close to hers so she could run the tip of her tongue across his lips before she slithered it in.
At the same time she rubbed his groin with a knee, thrilling as she felt his hardening cock. His tongue poked at hers.
"Make love to me," she said after she had broken the quick but passionate embrace.
"I don't know."
"Why not? Don't you think I'm attractive?"
"Yes but…"
"But what?"
"I don't want to be fired."
"Then do as I ask," she snapped.
Samantha got into the spacious rear seat and took off her skirt and blouse, draping them over the small vanity table that folded out.
"Don't you like what you see?" she asked.
"Yes, very much."
"There's more."
Cordova stood and watched as she unsnapped her bra and let it slide down her arms. The breeze made her nipples get hard and erect.
Then she hooked her thumbs into the elastic that supported her panties so she could slide them down over her thighs.
There was no danger of anyone seeing them. The car had tinted windows and if she remembered correctly, her mother always made sure that their drivers knew how to handle a pistol and were licensed to do so.
Cordova's eyes ran up and down her lush body, lingering on her breasts before moving down to the hairs bulging vee of her sex.
"Well?" she asked.
"I'll be with you in a minute."
Cordova quickly stripped off his uniform, glancing up at the highway. There was a pistol in the glove compartment and his license was*in his pocket.
He was trapped and he knew it. Samantha meant business and he knew she could easily have him fired. So he decided to make the best of it.
He knelt on the carpeting beside her and ran his hands up and down her body. Then he leaned over arid licked one of her nipples.
Samantha ran her fingers through his fine brown hair as he chewed gently on her. She arched her chest upwards, forcing him to take as much of her breast flesh as he possibly could.
This was going to be it. This was going to be the time she had been waiting for-for her entire life and nothing was going to spoil it.
"Yes, yes," she panted as he sucked on her other breast and nipple.
His hand rubbed her cunt mound, making her spread her legs as she got more and more excited. He thrust a finger up into her slit and started to ream her out.
Samantha pulled him up so that he was able to sit on the side of the seat. She stroked his cock up and down before she held it, thrilling at its thickness, admiring it as if she had never ken a cock before.
"Such nice looking meat," she said softly.
She leaned over, her breasts swinging free from her body, her hair grazing his thighs as she snaked out the tip of her tongue.
She licked the head of his prick all over making it glisten and shine from her saliva as she rubbed his balls, knowing what they held.
Then she opened her mouth wide and took him into her dark, warm cavern, slowly lowering her head, filling herself up with his cock flesh.
Cordova watched intently as his mistress, his boss, sucked on him. She bobbed her head up and down, twisting it all around.
This time there were going to be no mistakes, she was convinced. She was not an expert cock sucker but she knew enough to know how to be good.
Her hands applied constant pressure on his nuts as she sucked, moving her head up and down faster and faster, breathing hard.
Her jaw muscles strained as she took as much of his meat as she possibly could, moving her hips around a little as she got finger fucked.
Then she took him out of her mouth.
"Yes, I think you'll do," she panted.
"Thank you."
"Now eat me."
"I am at your service."
"You're also at my mercy."
"I know."
"Is it so bad?"
"It could be worse."
"Then what are you waiting for."
"Nothing."
"Oh, there's one more thing."
"Yes?"
"Make it good."
"I'll do my best."
"You don't and you'll be in a rowboat in the bay by next week," she snapped.
"I know."
Cordova positioned himself between her legs. He thought she was a very attractive woman. A little bitch but what the hell.
He ran his tongue up and down the length of her slit as he scrunched his hands in under her buttocks so he could lift her up.
Then he mashed his lips against hers, his teeth grating against her hairy cunt mound, filling her with delicious pleasure/pain.
He thrust his tongue as far up into her cunt canal as he could and kept it there, poking and probing it around, making her hotter and hotter.
"Oh, oh," she moaned.
His fingers bit into her buttocks as he held her squirming pelvis tightly so he could keep his mouth glued to her cunt.
Samantha closed her eyes, her breasts heaving up and down on her chest. Cordova's front teeth found her love button at last.
He nibbled on it, causing it to erect and beam out pleasure and excitement to every part of her young, yearning body.
She bucked up into him, grinding her cunt against his face as she breathed faster and faster. Cordova sucked on her, determined to make her come.
Just when she thought she couldn't stand it any longer, Samantha came. Cream flooded down the length of her cunt canal into his waiting mouth.
He swallowed and sucked for more. His cheeks soon were smeared from where she overflowed.
Her body spasmed again with another orgasm.
She had never experienced anything quite like it. His tongue stroked the fires of her passion and the more she tried to extinguish them with her cream, the hotter she became.
Cordova finally took his mouth off of her cunt, wiping his lips off on the back of his hand, his cock fully erected, ready for her cunt.
"Now stick it in me," she ordered.
"Yes, my mistress."
He climbed over her, holding onto his prick so he could run the head up and down the length of her slit slowly, teasing her.
"Don't make me wait, please," she panted.
"Sorry."
He found the right hole and put himself in her, slowly pushing until the head was inside her tight, cunt. He gradually filled her up completely, inch after inch of rock hard prick going into her, spreading the walls of her cunt far apart.
"Ooohh, it's sooo big," she gasped.
He reared back and spread her and started to fuck her hard and fast. She was hot, there was no doubt of that but he wondered about her appetite.
Would he be able to satisfy her or would she turn out to be insatiable, no matter what he did. It was a tight situation in more ways than one.
Nevertheless Cordova liked the way her cunt felt. He also knew he had no choice in the matter so he resolved to enjoy himself.
He slammed himself in and out of her, smiling as he saw her begin to throw her pelvis up so she could meet his incoming cock.
They bounced off of each other, her breasts shaking on her chest. He frictioned her deeply, swinging his ass around so he could change the angle of penetration, make it better for her. "AAArrrggghhh," she cried.
Cordova felt her cunt loosen up a little due to the fresh cream that flowed in a steady stream down the length of her canal.
It trickled out from between her cunt lips and ran down her buttocks, leaving a faint, snail like trail behind it.
Samantha had her legs raised high in the air.
Cordova heard her gasps and moans filling the interior of the car as he fucked her.
He also smelled the sea and felt the breeze on his back. He leaned over so he could run the tip of his tongue around the circumference of one of her erected nipples before he sucked on it.
Samantha was going wild underneath him. Her body was on fire and she came again, thrashing around, almost making him fall out of her.
His balls slapped against her as he kept up his hard, fast pace. She held onto his hips and pulled him down into her tight cunt.
It was as if Samantha was trying to make up for lost time for all the past sexual encounters that had turned out so miserably.
She finally had a man who knew how to use his cock and she wasn't going to let him get away so easily. She was determined to satisfy herself.
She felt dizzy and light headed as he fucked her and she wondered when he was going to come.
"Come, come, fill me up with your cream," she panted into his ears.
"Soon."
"Yes, yes."
She was oblivious to everything except his driving cock which was pushing her towards another climax again as he continued to fuck her.
Cordova felt his balls begin to tighten up inside their protective sack. He Knew lie was going to come soon so he put on a burst of speed.
"Oh, oh, oh, oh!"
He shot a load of cream up into her and she came with him, their juices mixing together inside her pussy as she spasmed violently.
He gave her another batch before he was finally done, his balls empty. He slowed down to a gradual halt and kept himself in her until he was limp and useless.
Then he pulled his cock out of her, releasing a lot of come which oozed out from between her throbbing, pulsating cunt lips.
He quickly climbed back into his uniform again and waited, smoking a cigarette while Samantha gradually came down from the heights his cock had driven her to.
It had been worth the wait, she decided. Yes, he was a tiger, a stud, a real man and she was glad he had fucked her and eaten her.
She opened her eyes and saw his back and the glow from his cigarette. She put on her clothes and went and stood by his side.
"Did you enjoy that?" she asked.
"Very much."
"Don't you want to know if I enjoyed it too?"
"Did you?"
"Yes, it was wonderful."
"I'm glad."
"Don't make fun of me," she cautioned.
"I'm not," he said, hoping she would believe him.
She held onto his arm and made sure one of her breasts pressed his body. It was hard and muscular and he really knew how to use his cock.
"No one's ever fucked me like that before," she said softly, almost shyly.
"Now you're making fun of me."
"No, I mean it?"
"Then I'm glad."
"Are you?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
"Because I liked pleasing you."
"But I threatened you."
"True but you were still very good."
"Was I?"
"Yes."
"Are you lying to me?"
"Of course not. You're young and there's always room for improvement but you were still good."
"I like to hear you say that?"
"I mean it."
"Would you like to fuck me again?"
"Yes."
"Good, we'll do it soon then?"
"But now we must be getting back?"
"You're right."
Cordova closed the door behind her and drove quickly away, his pubic hairs splattered with drying come. It bad been well worth it.
He made sure he made good time back to where Samantha lived. It was a huge, three story mansion that sat on a hill off of the road.
It was freshly painted every three years and very well kept up. In addition to the driver, Samantha's mother also employed a cook and a butler.
Cordova parked the car in the garage. Samantha got out and met Raymond, the livened butler in the foyer that led to the huge living room.
"Welcome home. I'll take your bags to your room," he said as be bowed.
"Thank you. Is mother around?"
"She'll be down shortly."
"So will I."
Her room was exactly as she left it and she felt an immediate sense of comfort and security. Raymond deposited her bags on the floor and Samantha decided to unpack and change her clothes.
She put on some levis, a long tailed shirt and sneakers and then went downstairs, hoping that the cook could make her something to eat.
"Who are you?" she asked when she walked into the large kitchen.
The woman was young, not yet thirty and pretty.
She wore a plain light blue uniform that did nothing to disguise the fullness of her figure.
"I'm Caroline, the cook. Can I get you something?"
"What have you got?"
"There's some chicken I could heat up?"
"I'll eat it cold in here, don't bother to set the table," said Samantha. She was served and ate quietly, glancing every now and then at the cook. She was new, Samantha didn't remember her and she wondered how long she had been working for her mother.
Samantha was just finishing her snack when Martha Harding walked into the kitchen. She had married young, was widowed also while she was young and had been living off her inheritance ever since.
She was a pretty woman who had just turned forty. She exercised regularly and watched her diet to ensure that she kept her figure.
She wore a caftan and slippers and her long brown hair was hanging about her neck and shoulders. She was fond of her daughter.
"So there you are. Why aren't you in the dining room?" she asked.
"It seemed like a lot of trouble to put the cook to," answered Samantha.
"The servants are paid to get put to trouble. Oh well, welcome home," she said as she kissed Samantha lightly on her cheek.
"Thanks?"
"I imagine you'll want to take a few days to get used to the place again," said her mother who continued to stand and looked down at her.
"I'm not in a rush for anything, am I?"
"Of course not. Lets talk in the morning. I've had along day. If you want something, Caroline or Raymond will see to it."
"All right?"
"Good night?"
"Good night mother."
And that was that. Martha Harding swept out of the room while Caroline cleared away Samantha's plates and asked her if she wanted anything else.
"No?"
"I'll go to my room then," said Caroline. "You can do whatever you want as far as I'm concerned," said Samantha.
Samantha wandered around the first floor of the large house. The rooms were airy and filled with light during the day.
The place was really too big for just the two of them but Samantha knew her mother liked to entertain a lot and she could certainly afford that plus the upkeep of the place so why not.
After a while Samantha got tired of wandering around and went back to her room. She took off her clothes, put on pajamas and crawled into bed, thinking of Cordova and what it would feel like the next time he fucked her.