Guatemalan Blend

Part 4 of the series. Finally, Mister Mike and Marisol got together, but Maria saw them.

Things are about to get interesting. Enjoy.

Special thanks to Phil Anderer for being such a great editor. https://www.literotica.com/authors/P_Anderer

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"Don't say anything," Marisol whispered in my ear as she broke the kiss and embraced me once again. "Just... take me to bed... please." I held her tighter, clinging to her, keeping her against me, afraid that if I let go, she would disappear. "Take me to bed, Mister Mike. I need you."

I took her to bed. Or rather... she took me. We got out of the hot tub, dried off, and holding my hand, Marisol led us to my bedroom. We didn't speak but let the intensity of the moment build the closer we got to my bedroom door.

She turned on the lamp while I closed the door behind us. When I turned around, I saw Marisol standing there no longer the demure maid, but with the sexy confidence I had been watching all day.

"It was very naughty of Maria to pull that trick on me today," she said in a sultry lilt. "Did you see me, Mister Mike?" I nodded, afraid I would break the spell by speaking. "Did you like seeing me?" Again, I nodded. "Would you like to see me again, Mister Mike?" She raised her hands to her bikini ties and looked me in the eye, a mischievous gleam shining in hers.

All I could do was nod, and Marisol pulled the strings. In a moment, her bikini bottoms fell to the floor revealing her shaved, dark-pink slit, glistening with wetness. She was as turned on as I was.

"But I was also naughty, Mister Mike. I pushed poor Maria into the pool without her top. That was very mean of me. But you didn't see Maria's breasts, did you?" I shook my head. "That's too bad, Mister Mike. Maria has very nice breasts. We both do." She put her hands behind her back, grabbing the strings there. "Would you like to see them, Mister Mike? Would you like to see my breasts?"

I nodded again, and Marisol pulled off her bikini top, leaving her completely naked before me. Her nipples were tight and aroused, her areola a dark pink about the size of a silver dollar. She was a magnificent sculpture of a true master, capturing a goddess in human form. Her olive skin was smooth and toned as it stretched from her narrow waist to her shapely hips and down her toned thighs. As I said... magnificent.

"But you were naughty, too... weren't you Mister Mike. You stared at us and watched us... you saw me... and it made you hard... didn't it?" Entranced in her spell, I nodded. "But I didn't get to see you, Mister Mike. I wanted too, then... and I want to now. Will you show me, Mister Mike? Will you show me how hard you are?"

Without hesitation, I slid out of my swim trunks and stood naked before her, unabashedly aroused and profusely dripping precum. Marisol looked at me for a few seconds, then closed the distance between us, pressing our bodies together as she kissed me. With my hard dick sandwiched between us, we made out for a few minutes, our hands exploring more of each other's bodies.

We broke the kiss, and she looked into my eyes, a sexy smirk on her face. She lowered herself to her knees, and grabbed my cock with one hand, looking me in the eyes the whole time. "Yes, Mister Mike, you are a very handsome man."

"I-I think we are past Mister Mike now," I said lamely.

She gave the tip of my cock a soft kiss and placed it against her cheek, stroking it slowly. "Oh, but you like it, don't you...Mister Mike..." and her husky, suggestive tone made my cock lurch against her face. "Ooooh... see? You like it, Mister Mike."

She licked me from base to tip, never taking her eyes off me, then took it into her mouth. Watching me the whole time she bobbed on my cock, taking me deeper with every motion. She sucked and stroked me, heightening my arousal to the point where I could feel an orgasm beginning to brew.

She pulled off my cock with a pop and laid it against her cheek again, sighing. "Hmmmmm. I've wanted this for so long... dreamed about it... fantasized about it... touched myself thinking about it... about you." She let go of my dick, stood up, and gently kissed me, letting me sample the hint of my essence on her lips. "Since the beginning, I've wanted you... but I..." She wrapped her arms around me and held herself to me.

I felt something change in her as I placed my hands on her smooth back. The playful vixen was gone, replaced by a timid bunny. She wasn't teasing now... she was trembling. And I wasn't the host, the employer, the observer. I was the man she'd chosen to trust. "I didn't want to lose this job... and I was afraid... that if..."

I gently lifted her chin... not to guide her, but to show her I'd listen. Whatever came next... it mattered. I kissed her, letting her know that I understood, and she didn't have to say anything... unless she needed to.

She broke the kiss and leaned her head against my chest. "But then... everything changed. I was stupid, I know. You caught me in your room... and..." I leaned down to silence her with a kiss again, but she placed her fingers on my lips to stop me, so I kissed them instead. She needed to spill it--not for me to comfort her, but to finally let herself be heard. Her voice shook, and tears shimmered in her lashes. The room felt quieter than silence itself.

"Most men would have... punished me... inthatway. Or might have required favors as payment for their help... but you... did the opposite. You were so generous, Mister Mike, without any... obligations." I didn't know what to say. Generosity had never felt this heavy... or this sacred. "You paid for Carlos, you gave him and Maria jobs, you gave us a place to live... you gave us hope. And never once did you ask foranythingin return. You even gave us a party. And... that's when..." she looked down, resting her forehead on my shoulder. "That's when I knew... I'd fallen for you."

I could feel her tears fall on my chest at this soul-bearing confession, and it was my turn to hold her tight. This radiant soul--this woman who somehow saw me--loved me? Honestly loved me? I almost couldn't believe it. Unfortunately, I've heard confessions of love before, but usually it was in response to an expensive gift, or right before asking for money, or some other "quid pro quo". This, however, was a sincere admission... with no strings. Yes, I'd heard "I love you" before--from lips that only spoke in transaction. But this... this came wrapped in truth, fragile and fierce. Marisol Flores... loved me.

"Marisol..." I whispered, but again she held up her fingers to my mouth.

"Please, don't speak, Mister Mike... just let me say this. You've given everything to us... so much of yourself... and I love you for it. I can't help it." She looked up at me, her cheeks wet from her tears. I gently wiped them away with my thumbs as I held her face in my hands, gazing into her divine eyes. "But I need to ask one more thing of you, Mister Mike... please?" I nodded. "Will you... make love to me?" she asked, her voice trembling with hope and hesitation.

I held her gaze, her plea echoing in my mind, her face full of tender, innocent desire. This was a woman, I could not deny.

"Marisol?" She blinked, a flash of fear streaking across her features. "I would gladly make love to you." I pulled her face to mine and kissed her, our tongues dancing as our hands searched for more ways to pull our bodies closer together.

Still kissing her, I led her to the bed and laid her down. I positioned myself on top of her, preparing to enter her, but continued to kiss her, wanting... needing to savor this feeling... savor our connection. I thought of this sweet girl I first interviewed a year ago, shy and hardworking, diligent in her duties, and efficient in her work. I thought of the loving older sister, willing to do anything to help her siblings, who worked tirelessly--and silently--to support them. I thought of the brave young woman prepared to go to great lengths to protect her younger brother. And I thought of the kind goddess who tenderly confessed her love for me. Marisol was all these women... and more.

And just like that, I wasn't observing her--I was falling... falling in love with her.

"I love you, Marisol," I whispered--finally understanding just how deeply.

Her eyes blazed with an affection I have never seen before... on anyone. She pulled me into a kiss, moved her hips, and welcomed me into her.

We made love slowly, kissing each other the entire time. When I didn't have my lips on hers, I kissed her neck, her earlobes, her shoulders, her breasts. She returned my fervor by kissing my shoulders and arms, anything she could reach. She wrapped her legs around me, crossing her ankles behind my ass, and pulled me deeper into her, strengthening our connection. The intensity of our passion grew as the pleasure began to overtake us, and our kisses devolved into moans of hunger as we craved more and more. Her moans became more intense as her orgasm approached, and I could feel myself approaching the point of no return.

"Marisol... I'm going to... I'm gonna cum."

"Cum inside me,mi amor. Fill me with your love. I want to feel all of you."

A few more thrusts deep inside her, and I bellowed a final, orgasmic grunt as I released my sperm inside her. The heat of my cum triggered Marisol's orgasm and her screams matched mine as she came. I continued to shoot my seed... my love... into her and eventually collapsed on top of her, pulling her into a deep, post-coital embrace.

We lay in silence, not just spent--but remade. Her breath on my neck, my fingers tangled in her hair, the echo of love still humming between us.

I rolled off her and onto my side, pulling her along with me, my spent cock, slipping from her wet folds, our mingled juices dripping down her thigh. We lay there kissing for several minutes, recovering from... no... relishing in our new-found love.

Eventually, drowsiness took us, and we broke the kiss, but remained intertwined in each other's arms. I should've fetched a towel, but leaving her now felt wrong, like stepping out of a prayer mid-whisper. I needed her beside me. I needed her to be real.

And for once, the inner asshole had nothing to say. He just let me be... in love.

We fell asleep just like that... holding each other... loving each other.

Morning came too soon, and I woke to feel Marisol slide out of my arms and get out of bed. I opened my eyes to see her gathering her bikini, and turned to look at her, smiling as I took in her glorious naked body.

"You don't have to go," I said.

She looked down at my morning wood and giggled. "It's Monday, Mister Mike. Maria has school and I have to go to work."

"Your boss that much of an asshole? What's he gonna do? Dock your pay for falling in love?"

She stopped tying her bikini and leaned down to me. "My boss is the kindest, handsomest man, and I love him dearly." She placed a hand on my cheek and kissed me, slowly and deeply. Unfortunately, it was over too soon, and she stood up to continue dressing. "But my brother...he'sthe one I have to worry about. Imagine what he'd do if he discovered how my boss took advantage of sweet, little me..."

I threw a pillow at her. She giggled again and smiled at me. "I just need to get back before they wake up. I'll... need to talk to them soon, but..." She finished tying her suit. "I don't want them to find out by me..."

"Doing the walk of shame?"

Marisol laughed again, and my heart lurched. I could listen to her angelic laugh forever.

"Exactly,mi amor." She leaned down and kissed me one more time, her hand finding my rigid wood and giving it a few tugs. "Ooooh... save this for me."

"It's all yours, Marisol." She headed toward the door. Before she could leave, I stopped her. "I think... Maria might have seen us... last night... in the jacuzzi."

Marisol's eyes sparkled playfully. "Caught her too, did you? Well, I'll have to talk to her first, it seems." She opened the door. "I will see you soon,mi amor," she said softly--like a promise wrapped in silk--and closed the door behind her.

Mi amor... my love.The words lit a quiet joy somewhere beneath the ribs. I thought about a couple nights ago, and how lonely I felt in my personal pity party. Now... I was in love... actually in love... and she loved me. I stood and opened my blinds to take in the view and the sunshine. The day... and all days... just seemed brighter. Just days ago, I sat in this same room feeling irrelevant. Now the air felt warmer, the sun somehow brighter--like I'd stepped into the world I'd always watched from the window.

When I went downstairs, showered and dressed, I ate my breakfast looking out of the kitchen window at the pool and yard, reliving the previous day. The familial laughter, Marisol's body, the way in which the Flores invited me into their party, a glimpse of Marisol's shaved pussy, a quiet sunset shared with a friend... now lover, and the feeling of being buried deep inside Marisol. All of these images replayed in my mind, firing a cacophony of joy through me, and making me hard right there in the kitchen.

I laughed at my own hormonal theater and retreated to the study, hoping work would slow my pulse.

Carlos came in while I was (luckily) sitting at my desk, and we discussed priorities for the grounds and yard. Carlos rattled off plans for the grounds, his tone professional, but relaxed. I nodded, pretending I wasn't wondering if his sister had told him about the man she slept beside last night. I'm not sure I wanted to deal with the angry brother just yet... if at all.

I heard a car in the driveway and looked out to see Marisol returning from taking Maria to school. I smiled as I thought of playful, sexy scenarios for us.

Marisol walking in to work late and in need of punishment.

Marisol dusting the living room and me just coming up behind her and... whatever.

Marisol under my desk with her hand and mouth on my cock while I was on the phone with a business associate.

I laughed and shook my head. Yes, these situations would be fun, but they weren't... us. I didn't know what "us" would look like. But I knew how it felt. And for the first time in years, that was enough.

A quiet knock at the door, and I knew it was Marisol. I told her to come in and she slid into the study, closing the door softly behind her. Her smile lit the room--bright, genuine, and aimed directly at me. But she stood before my desk like she always had, but without the demure subservience I usually saw. Now, she stood before me. She didn't need my permission or my approval--just my presence. And in that moment, we were equals.

"I talked to Maria," she said, laughter playing at the corners of her mouth.

"She saw us?"

"Si, mi amor. She saw us. Watched the whole thing, actually." Marisol laughed. "We weren't exactly... hiding, were we?"

I shook my head. "What about... Carlos?"

She shrugged. "Watched the game all evening as far as I know."

"He didn't seem pissed at me when we talked this morning, so I don't think he suspects anything."

"Oh, Mister Mike," Marisol said coming around my desk for the first time. "Carlos wouldn't be upset. He knew you were special from the start. Honestly, I think he'd smile and say it's about time." She sat on my lap, put her arms around my neck, and rested her forehead on mine. "Do you know what he said to me when he met you for the first time?" She straightened up and struck an authoritative pose. "He said he hopes you seduce me and make me marry you. That he would be glad to be your brother-in-law."

I sputtered out a surprised laugh, not believing Carlos was so brazen. "Seriously?"

"Seriously,mi amor. And do you want to know what Maria said?" She leaned very closely and whispered in my ear. "She asked if she could watch us again sometime."

My body went rigid in shock.

Marisol pulled back and looked at me, that playful glint returning to her eyes. "Can you believe that? So, not only would my brother and sister be agreeable to us as a couple, I think they both would welcome it."

"But... but Maria..." I stammered.

Marisol waved her hand dismissively. "Maria's young and full of hormones. She has sex on the brain like most people that age. And I would think she might fancy a go with you as well."

I stopped breathing in panic. "Marisol... she's... your sister... I would never..."

"Never,mi amor? I saw how you looked at her yesterday. Maria is a beautiful young lady, and most people say we could be twins." She winked at me suggestively, hinting that the two of them looked very similar... inallways.

I gulped.

"It's fun watching you squirm,mi corazon." She kissed me teasingly on the nose, stood up, and placed her hands on the arms of my chair. She leaned in, her breath warm on my cheek, and rested her forehead against mine like we'd always fit this way. "I love you, Mister Mike. I'm excited to start this new part of my life with you. And I'm so happy my family is close to witness our happiness. And now you're one of us, Mister Mike. Not the boss... family."

She leaned down to passionately kiss me, took my hand, and placed it on her breast. She moaned and leaned into the touch. "I longed for your touch, Mister Mike. Now I can't get enough of it." She kept kissing me, and I brought my other hand up, so her other breast wouldn't feel left out. Marisol sank to her knees, so we were more at a level, and I kept kissing her and kneading her chest. She reached for my belt and opened my pants, pulling out my hardening cock.

She broke our kiss and slid down to engulf my dick in her mouth, licking, sucking, and stroking it with lustful fervor. I leaned back and watched her worship my cock, whispering her name as the pleasure overtook me. Marisol smiled, knowing the effect she had on me, and kept sucking. She bobbed her head faster, intent on making me cum like this. I placed one hand gently on her head and guided her head up and down on my length where she sucked.

I could feel myself getting close. "M-Marisol... I'm..."

She didn't hesitate or stop, but quickened her pace determined to take it all. She hollowed her cheeks and ran her tongue up and down my length with each bob of her head. With her lips sealed around my cock, she never lessened her intensity as I began shooting wad after wad into her mouth. She swallowed several times to take it all, and when I was done, she continued to suck, ensuring she milked every drop.

She released me with a satisfied smack of her lips and leered at me. "How was that,mi amor?"

"That... that was incredible, Marisol."

She smirked. "I'm glad, Mister Mike." She stood up and kissed me one more time. "But now I have to get back to work." She stood and walked around to the door, saying, "I'm afraid my boss would punish me if I didn't work hard for him." She gave her tight ass a playful slap as she looked back at me and walked out the door.

The fantasy didn't feel so far-fetched anymore. Maybe this was "us"--or maybe it was just the beginning of figuring it out.