Letters from the Brujo

Letters from the Brujo
by Lord Malinov

Last week, our server became intoxicated and misdistributed a fair amount of mail. I know that politeness should have forced me to toss the letters which were obviously not mine away unread but curiosity has always had a stronger influence on me than good manners. Most of the letters sent by fate were less interesting even than my own, and I promptly obeyed etiquette and discarded those at once.. This one, however, proved more intriguing than the rest. I leave you to judge how much so.

From: xxxxx@xxxxxx.com
Organization: Hotel Brujo
To: xxxxxxxx@xxx.com
Date sent: Wed, 4 Dec 1996 01:49:09 -0005
Subject: Promises Kept
Priority: normal

My Darling;

I promised you that I would write you at once should any thing interesting happen to me on this trip. It had at first seemed there would be nothing to tell – the business meetings yielded no more than the crap table – but tonight has proved unexpectedly strange, and so in consideration of my promise, I will forgo a few hours of sleep to relate the episode which I have just witnessed. I think you will agree that the tale which composes this evening warrants these complimentary sheets of description.

I retired early from the tables, eager to escape the bout of poor luck that had followed me to this resort. You know how the rooms are laid at the Brujo, with the back deck overlooking the sea. I stepped out onto the deck at around eleven, breathing deeply the mist of brine, listening to the steady roar of falling waves. The moon made no appearance in the vault of heaven and the night fell dark around me. I took a seat in one of the wrought iron chairs and wondered if my luck would ever change.

No more than twenty minutes had passed when light suddenly erupted from the room next to mine – the deck is common to all of the rooms, you might recall, and so though I sat straight back of my room, nothing prevented me from seeing directly into my neighbor’s room. Indeed, how could I prevent watching the goings on behind the glass, when it was illuminated with the only light in many miles, and sat no further than twelve feet from my shadowed face? A young woman and an older man of maybe fifty stood in my view.

She stepped toward me. She was an exceptionally pretty woman, with blonde hair and I fancied her eyes were blue. She dressed, at any rate, in a tight indigo cocktail dress which draped in a flattering manner over her very feminine curves. Her manner bespoke some experience, so although she looked rather young, I would have guessed her to be in her late twenties or early thirties; A young woman has natural assets in her youth, but passing time teaches a woman to make the most of those attributes. As she stood for a moment in the corner near the window, I thought she seemed nervous, or at least cautious, but at the same time I detected a bit of provocation in the easy sway of her hips.

The man seemed strong, big and muscular, although considerably older than his companion. He took off his dark suit coat and then laid it deliberately over the back of a chair, taking care to smooth any unnecessary wrinkles. He sat down on the bed and smiled.

“You are a lovely woman,” he said casually. “I’m beginning to be glad that I agreed to this arrangement. You must understand this is not usually the way I do business, but your offer was simply too intriguing to be dismissed out of hand. I’m still skeptical, however, about the ultimate wisdom. Johnny owes me a great deal of money.” She looked at him with a twinge of fear in her eyes.

“I can make it worthwhile – I promise.” Her voice sounded desperate and yet seductive. I, myself, had little doubt she could in fact make good the debt, whatever the price. As the man eyed her carnivorously and broadened his already wide smile, he seemed to agree. This innocent looking woman had large breasts, a delicate waist, a round little ass and an angelic face. I suspected his imagination had little trouble recouping his debts.

“The thing I like,” he said as she began to dance slowly and pulled a comb from her golden hair, “is that such a wholesome looking woman could be married to a crumb like Johnny. You look like a good girl, like a mother.” She unzipped her dress and began to slip it off her white shoulders. “And now you’re promising me satisfactions. Lady,” he growled, “I’m gonna enjoy this.”

The blue fabric fell to the floor, and this young mother stood before me in white lace panties and bra and the man on the bed was almost drooling as this sweet looking blonde, noticing his hunger, starts to cower in the corner, overcome by the powerful masculine demands she seems to sense in his apparent appetite. He snarled low and rolled his eyes as if to tell her that he was losing patience. She turned around so that her lacy butt was pushed towards him, and as she leaned against the window pane, I could see the glimmer of a tear streaking down her cheek. He reached forward and took hold of the elastic of her lace panties, and exposed a bit of her voluptuous behind. She pulled out of his reach, and adjusted her panties to restore the little modesty she suddenly seemed eager to retain.

“Look, lady,” he said gruffly. “I’m not passing on twelve grand and a chance to fuck up Johnny just to play cat and mouse with your undergarments. I want you to drop your drawers and show me some of that pink little pussy this instant, or the deal is off. And don’t get me wrong, I’ll fuck you anyway, sister – maybe prorate Johnny for what I decide you’re worth. But if we’re really going to do business, I expect you to smile and enjoy yourself. Remember, sister, this deal was your idea, and I expect something for my money.”

“Yes,” she said as she abruptly pushed her panties down her white thighs. “Forgive me for trying to slow the pace, but I want to give you everything you want from me, and I just wanted to get used to you, so I can relax myself and fuck you the way you deserve to be fucked.” She rubbed the naked blonde hair of her muff as she spoke. “You’re a masculine man, and I’m not used to giving myself to such raw power. I usually command the rapt obedience of fancy boys with my sweet cunny. I like to see them kneel and fight for my attentions. But you are not like them. You care nothing for my favor, so long as you can steal my virtue. I’m a good woman, and you want to stick your dirty prick into my shrine,” she began as she pushed her pelvis forward toward him, rubbing herself vigorously, “I despise you, and yet I think I could truly enjoy myself. I want you to forgive Johnny but not nearly as much as I want your prick in my mouth. I want your prick…” She swallowed the words in a deep throated moan and her panties fell to the floor.

“Turn around,” he said, “I want to see your pussy beg for me.” She turned away from him, and bent at the waist. His tongue darted from his mouth to touch the moist kiss of her cunt. She shuddered and put a hand against the glass. No more tears coursed her cheeks, but only the deep flush of her arousal as she ground her fertile gap against his face, revealing to him and to me the eagerness with which this seemingly demure woman could seek pleasure. His tongue slipped into her ass, and she growled deliriously as she fingered her clit in accompaniment.

You might, I suppose, wonder how I managed to compose myself while I witnessed these remarkable incidents. Naturally my hormones were incensed at the first display of naked flesh, a situation which had only grown more severe as the scene grew more and more sexual. It would be impossible to pinpoint the minute when my prick stiffened, and equally unlikely to discriminate the moment when I released my staff from the cloth confines and began to stroke the dragon in appreciation of the tableau that was unveiled before me. It shall suffice to say that I participated fully in the decadence as a voyeur, and took my satisfactions with as much abandon as the two lovers who entertained me.

She released his cock, and gasped when she witnessed the size of his ravenous member – it was a heavy club with a life of its own, and a hunger to match. She took hold of his staff with both hands and brought her pretty face close. The serpent leaped forward and struck her on the nose, which made her laugh a sweet giggle of exploded tension, and she slipped the hard rod between her lips, sucking down the full engorged length of his virility.

She licked his dick with enthusiasm, her yellow hair swaying with the rhythm of her devotions, her fingers teasing his dark balls and keeping the sword well aimed as she drove the head down into her throat. As she ate this ogre’s cock, her pussy writhed before my eyes, her lips thickly swollen and scarlet in aroused anticipation of the invasion she craved, dripping profusely as she teased her clit with her grind. I was sorely tempted to move myself closer to the window, to take a closer look at the ass that blossomed before my eyes, but I feared the slightest movement might call their attention to me, and bring the scene to an abrupt close, or create another, far less pleasant one.

Of course, given the decadence these two randy lovers had sunk into, perhaps they would have welcomed me as another partner in their passion. As innocent as this woman had seemed at first, it had quickly become clear that two pricks would not be unappreciated by this wanton femme.

“I want you to come in my face,” she said as she rubbed his cock in her hand while kissing the purple head. “I want the spray of lust that is locked in your balls to explode on my red lips and flushed white cheeks. I want to suck the fuck out of you.”

He took fistfuls of golden hair in his large hands and furiously pumped her mouth over his staff. Her face grew wide-eyed with surprise and tried desperately to accept the rhythm he forced upon her, searching for moments to breathe, eager to drink the juice she teased from his balls. Suddenly he tossed her aside, leaving her staring reverently, lustfully at him and the massive glistening prick that writhed atop him.

“Take off the bra,” he said and he stood as she fumbled with the clasp. “Now lay down on the bed and show me how you fuck yourself.” She did as she was told, and I sat watching her fingers fiddle the pink of her soft blonde cunt. Her big nippled breasts begged to be squeezed. The guy stood alongside her, pulling on his big prong, encouraging her with promises to fuck her little cunt. At first she performed perfunctorily, but as she watched that huge dick dance, she spread her legs wide and toyed with her erect clit until she could hardly stop herself from leaping up to skewer herself on his weapon. She fucked her dripping wet pussy with her fingers madly, and even slipped a finger into her asshole during one intense flurry.

Finally, he leapt atop her, and they melted into a vast array of feverish fucks. Her blue eyes spoke helplessly of her surrender to his forceful assaults and her lean legs spread wide to welcome and encourage his dark rod deeper inside. He pounded her long and hard and she lifted her hips to meet each insistent stroke, grunting and squirming in her ardent attempt to lose herself in his fuck. Pulling her atop him, he took hold of her tense nipples in his fingers as they bounced with the same rhythm she used to ride her cunt along his staff. He took her from behind like an animal, smacking the white round flesh of her up-raised bottom, and like a horse firmly coaxed into a gallop, she moaned deeply with each slap and fucked him even harder. Her full breasts brushed the carpet as he drove his prick down into her womb. Pressing his cock into her mouth for a moment, he returned again to kneel behind her and sunk his thick cock into her asshole. The moans mixed with screams as he began to screw her down in earnest, and in an anxious moment, her whole body began to spasm with squeals and groans and I knew that all the tension of her fear was finally finding release in her orgasmic convulsions. When the tremors finally died down, I knew she would offer no more resistance, that lust had finally stolen her soul.

He withdrew the firm prick from her ass and turned her around for a kiss before he placed his staff into her mouth again. She sucked his cock like a woman crazed, eager to declare her submission and desperate to taste his hot lust. He lay her down on the bed and with a possessive kiss, he dove his prick down hard into her cunt, and after a few determined strokes, arose and was soon spewing a huge mess of sperm over her pretty, pretty face.

We all lay back in a general feeling of satisfaction, they on their bed and I in my iron chair. After a few minutes, the man rose and after pawing her drenched cunt for a lascivious moment, he dressed and after again arousing the woman’s attention with a familiar fondle, he took a piece of paper from his pocket and tore it down the middle. “Tell Johnny,” he said, “that you’re a righteous whore. He can lose money to me anytime. You have a beautiful ass, lady. I’ll give you a call.” With that, he left.

She got up off the bed, and pulled her clothes back on. She picked up the torn paper, and placed the pieces in her bra. She departed.

You were brilliant. I am quite proud of you. I have no doubt that Tony left fully satisfied – decidedly more so than I am. Indeed, tonight has easily been the best performance of your career – and for such a princely sum. Twelve grand is by far the best price we’ve collected thus far – or at least the worst disaster we’ve averted. I’m feeling good about our attempt tomorrow – I can’t always lose, and so long as you pay the debts, we keep our winnings. We have hit upon a perfect scheme. Rich and well-fucked.

You look so peaceful, sleeping there. I shall not wake you and satisfy the lusts you have brewed within me, but will instead let you rest. Tonight has been quite an ordeal. What will tomorrow bring? A sincere fuck from your husband, at any rate. I couldn’t believe the way you sucked his prick. My jism splattered the window, and I was twelve feet away. Sexy mama.



About David Cain

David Cain, literary author, bon vivant, rogue romantic poet - author of Witch, Song of Songs, Journals of Lord Malinov, Erotic Romances and others ...
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