Guatemalan Blend

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"No! Please don't fire me, Mister Mike," Marisol said. She knelt on the floor of my office wearing her frilly, Fredrick's of Hollywood Sexy-Maid costume looking up at me with pleading eyes, her hands resting on my thighs, dangerously close to my crotch. "I'll do anything you want, Mister Mike... please."

"Mister Mike," gasped Maria from where she stood in the doorway wearing her slutty schoolgirl costume. "You just can't fire my sister."

Okay... this conversation had started off normal. Hell, the whole day had. After breakfast, I asked Marisol to come into my office so we could talk over a few matters of business. She said she would be there soon and then walked in wearing this number, role-playing the bimbo maid.

Sure, it started out normal... but who am I to argue about this turn of events?

Maria crossed to me and stood behind my, wrapping her arms around my waist from behind, her hands fumbling with my belt.

"Oh! What are you doing, Mister Mike?" Marisol huffed. "Why are you undoing your pants? Oh, Mister Mike! Why are you taking out your cock?"

Maria had gotten my pants open and held my hardening dick in her hands, stroking it softly. "You have to show me how much you need this job," Maria said in a mockingly low voice.

"I don't sound like that," I said.

"Hush," Maria smirked. "You have no lines in this play." She stroked my cock slowly and deliberately, quickly bringing me to full hardness.

"What do you want me to do, Mister Mike?" Marisol continued in a breathy voice. "I'll do anything. Do you want me to suck you off, Mister Mike?" She took over stroking for Maria and, looking me in the eyes, wrapped her lips around my engorged head, swirling her tongue around the tip. "Oh, god... Mister Mike... It's so big," she said before taking me entirely.

I couldn't help but laugh, in spite of receiving an excellent blow job from my fiancée. That line, said in just that inflection, had been a joke among the three of us since Maria said it when we announced our engagement... talking about the diamond, of course. One of them inserted that line whenever they could. Just one of the things that made our relationship so damned much fun.

Marisol bobbed her head on my dick, while Maria unbuttoned and removed my shirt. I turned to kiss her, and we made out a bit while she massaged my chest and her sister worked my cock.

With such a gorgeous woman sucking me, I turned my attention back to Marisol. She slowly pulled off of me with a pop, saying, "I'm doing the best I can, Mister Mike. What else can I do?"

Since I had no lines in this play, I pulled Marisol to her feet and kissed her deeply and passionately. It was Maria, still standing behind me, who broke our kiss by turning Marisol around and pushing her over on the desk.

"Mister Mike," Marisol gasped. "What are you going to do? Are you going to ravage my tight, young pussy?"

Well... since you put it that way... fuck ya, I am.

Maria guided me into position, and held my rigid member at her sister's entrance. Using her hips she pushed me into her sister until I was balls deep.

Not needing any further encouragement, I began to fuck Marisol from behind as she bent over the desk. This wasn't the first time I had taken my fiancée this way, so we knew how to adjust for height, and we easily fell into a rhythm, one I knew would bring her to orgasm quickly.

"Oh god," Marisol screamed. "Mister Mike... so good... you feel so good... yes... just... like... THAT..." She erupted into a powerful orgasm and even squirted a little. Good thing, Maria had removed my pants as well.

Maria stopped me from continuing. I gave her a questioning look, but she just grinned. They had something planned.

"Oh no, Mister Mike," Marisol said as Maria guided me out of her. "Is my pussy not enough for you? What??? You wantmore? Oh, Mister Mike! What are you going to do?"

Maria answered that question by producing a small bottle of lube from somewhere. There weren't many places to hide that on her costume. She rubbed a little on my cock, making it nice and slick, then poured a generous amount directly on to Marisol's asshole.

My eyes went wide in shock, and both my two ladies giggled. I've never taken Marisol's ass before. We'd never even discussed it. Sure, I've played with it, even stuck a thumb or a finger in it, but that was just for stimulation, not preparation. I didn't even know if Marisol had ever had anal, let alone liked it. And here we were... Maria preparing for me to enter her sister's ass for my first time.

Again... who am I to argue with this turn of events.

As Marisol looked over her shoulder, smiling in anticipation and permission, Maria once again guided me into position and eased my hips forward. There was some resistance at first, and Marisol gasped at the intrusion. We both gave her a moment, then she released her muscles, and I was able to slide in further. Her breathing became rapid as she coped with the obvious pain, and I almost pulled out, but Maria shook her head.

I waited. Eventually, Marisol nodded, and I began moving, slowly and lightly at first, gradually increasing the size of my motions. Eventually, I was able to fill my fiancée with my full length, and she began to moan her impending orgasm. I could feel my own orgasm brewing. Her ass was so tight, almost sucking my cock deeper into her as I thrust, and I began to grunt my own pleasure.

"Cum in me, Mister Mike," Marisol said. "Cum in my ass. Claim all of me. I need to feel it. Cummmm..."

We unleashed our orgasms at the same time and screamed in unison as we came. I filled her core with my seed and collapsed on top of her as she sprawled in exhaustion on the desk.

"That... was amazing," Marisol panted.

"That was fucking hot," Maria added.

I looked back at her and noticed a heavy wet spot at the crotch of her white panties. She had apparently been playing with herself while she watched. I smiled at her, and she returned the grin, desire flashing in her eyes.

I recovered enough to stand and slide out of Marisol. Maria was there, towel in hand to clean up the mess. She wiped down her sister's ass, then cleaned my softening cock.

"Okay... you two obviously had this planned."

They both laughed. "Well, duh," Marisol said, looking over her shoulder as her sister finished wiping her legs. "We just waited for the right opportunity."

"Was that... your first..."

I didn't need to finish. Marisol lowered her eyes, somewhat embarrassed, and shook her head. "I've only done this twice before, and neither were very pleasant. So, I decided that if we did this, then we had to do it right. Maria helped, obviously." Her honesty caught me off guard. I realized she wasn't just offering herself... she was reclaiming something.

I looked at Maria, not asking the question verbally, but asking with my face. Maria just shook her head. She hasn't ever done anal.

"Okay, I can see the prep work now," I said. "The lube, the towel, getting me ready, and all that. But how..."

Marisol cut me off turning around and sitting on my desk, her frilly costume almost hung off her. "How did I know you were about to fire me? Come on, Mister Mike. I know you. We both do."

"Besides," added Maria, sitting on the desk next to her sister, spreading her legs and letting me see her wet panties, "you've had me do reports and business research. Did you think I wouldn't know what you were up to when you asked me to do a SWAT report on housekeeping businesses? You currently don't have any interests in housekeeping businesses, Mister Mike."

"Not true," I rebutted. "I've got a stake in the agency you both work for. Doesn't that count?"

"Not the same thing," Maria replied.

"So..." Marisol said, "you were going to fire me like you did Carlos, and help me start my own housekeeping business?"

I shrugged sheepishly. They'd seen through me. Not because I'd slipped up, but because they paid attention. That felt... good.

"I wasn't going tofireyou," I muttered. "Just... offer the business."

"He's just so cute when he's flustered," Maria said.

Marisol scooted toward me and folded me in her arms. "You don't need to, Mister Mike. I'm happy the way we are. I don't need to have my own business to make me feel valued or fulfilled. You do that enough for me. I love you." She kissed me, reassuring me. She didn't need validation from a paycheck or a title. She needed to be seen earning her pay in her own way... without regard to what was happening in the bedroom. I just hoped I was giving her enough.

"Besides," Maria chimed in, "if you fired her, this house would just go to shit." She wrinkled her nose playfully. "No offense, but I'm built for spreadsheets, not bleach."

We all laughed, and I embraced my two ladies.

"I need to change," Marisol said. I helped her off the desk, then pulled her into me. I just held her for a moment, loving her body pressed against mine.

"Thank you, Marisol. I love you." I kissed her tenderly.

"Te amo, mi amor. You were very good to me. You always are." She kissed me again. "I'm going to change, but..." she looked over her shoulder at Maria still sitting on the desk, panties still very damp. "I think Maria could use some release." A quick peck on the cheek and she walked out of the room.

Maria stayed behind, her gaze locked with mine--hungry, playful, and utterly unbothered. Marisol had left us with an invitation, and Maria was already making her case. It was going to be a long afternoon.

God, life was good.

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"Carlos and Victoria would like to join us," I said setting down my phone. The text from my future brother-in-law interrupted my administration of suntan oil onto Marisol's legs as she reclined in the sun.

Sundays were always relaxing for us and often included time in the sun. Sometimes Carlos and his girlfriend (who was also one of Maria's friends from school) participated, but sometimes they did their own thing.

The only difficulty about Carlos and Victoria joining after we had started was that the three of us... were completely nude. This morning their brother told my ladies that he and Victoria were going to the beach. Apparently, those plans had changed, and now, according to the text, they were on their way into the yard.

Carlos has always been respectful of my house and yard. No once did he ever take it for granted that he lived in a house with a pool that was available for his use whenever he wanted. He always asked permission first, especially if it involved Victoria. While Victoria knew about our arrangement, it took her a while to warm up to it.

They appeared from the door to the "Family Wing" holding hands and smiling. I gave them a wave in greeting, and they started walking toward us. From their vantage point, they couldn't see either Marisol or Maria in the loungers, nor could they see below my chest level. This time of day, the arrangement to get the most sun placed the backs of the lounger directly toward the door.

Shock froze Victoria the moment she saw my two naked beauties in their chairs. Her eyes grew even wider when she realized that I, too, wasn't wearing a suit. Luckily my back was to her at the moment, so I wasn't giving her "the full monty." She wasn't just embarrassed. She was suddenly on the outside looking in. And the inside was a very naked place.

She covered her eyes and looked away. "I'm sorry, guys," she squeaked. "We didn't know."

Carlos, for his part, was unfazed. Granted, he was normally not around for our naked afternoons, nor did he ever participate. Carlos shrugged, the way only someone completely at home in his own skin could. "Pool rules are pool rules," he said, tossing his trunks aside like it was just another Sunday.

Victoria squealed, not sure whether to laugh or to scream. "Carlos!?! What are you doing?!? They're your SISTERS!"

Maria, ever the pragmatic one, rushed to her friend's side and gave her a hug. Tori didn't seem perturbed that Maria was naked, just that we all were together. "It's okay, Tori... really. So, he's naked. You've seen him naked, we've seen him naked, so what does it matter? Sure, he's our brother, but it's not like we're doing anything. And it's not like he's getting off on seeing us. He's not even hard." Maria guided her best friend like a seasoned diplomat, weaving reassurance into every word. Nothing felt off--not with her at the helm.

"But... but..." Victoria attempted to protest, still looking away. She waved in my direction.

"Oh, okay then." Maria turned to me. "Mister Mike, would you please go into the house for a few minutes? Maybe bring some more drinks. And put something on before you come back out? Please?"

Comprehending the difficulty, I went into the house, unsure if it was the nudity or me that rattled her. Either way, I didn't blame her. But... leave it to Maria to diffuse. I'm sure she'll calm Victoria down and hopefully we can all relax.

'Maybe Carlos can slip her a few margaritas,' I thought to myself. Nah... not a good idea. It didn't bother me that Maria enjoyed our wine, but wine was one thing, and the U.S. is one of the few countries to have such rigid drinking laws when it comes to minors. Hell, I ordered a beer with a McDonald's Happy Meal in Munich, once. Why??? Because Icould. Hard alcohol, though, was something else entirely. Especially in one not even nineteen. Better leave that one alone.

So, I went and put on some trunks, then went to the kitchen to pull the iced tea out of the fridge and get some cups. I glanced out the window to see how things were getting on.

Carlos, still pants-less, had pulled a third lounger over, and Victoria was sitting on it, Carlos on one side, Maria on the other, a comforting hand placed on her friend's leg. The four of them chatted and laughed, trying to help Victoria get comfortable... and it seemed to be working a bit. She didn't seem as flustered as she was when she first came out and just seemed to accept everyone's nakedness. Maybe it was just me that made her nervous.

And I didn't blame her. I was the old guy. Sure, I had a twenty-four-year-old fiancée and an eighteen-year-old girlfriend, but that didn't mean she was keen on seeing my old-man wiener or letting the creepy old man see her body. So, I stayed inside for a few minutes more and just watched.

Okay, I also checked out Victoria's body a bit. She was wearing a very sexy one-piece with mesh sides, a low-cut rounded neck, and a high cut around the hips. It accentuated her figure, perfectly, tall and lean with ample chest and a nice BBL booty. Carlos was one lucky man.

Now, I normally don't go around checking out another man's junk, but Carlos was a handsome man, displayed physique well-muscled with hard work. His long, thin cock wasn't erect now, but I figured he would be slightly longer than me when at full mast, but I had a bit of girth on him. Not that it mattered. It wasn't like we were having sex with the same women who would compare us.

Carlos must have cracked a pretty good joke, because all four of them erupted with laughter, even Victoria, and I saw her nervousness melt away even more. It was probably an okay time to return.

Carrying a tray of drinks, I went back out to the pool area and handed everyone a glass of tea, starting with Victoria. She looked up at me as she took it, a nervous apology written in her eyes. I just nodded an 'it's-all-good' and smiled as I continued handing out tea. The condensation on the pitcher mirrored the mood... cooling down, slowly.

Before I could sit down, Maria gently tugged her friend's hand with a grin, the kind that said, "Trust me... you're safe." "Come on, Tori. Let's cool down." The two of them leapt into the water, giggling and splashing, neither of them self-conscious that one of them was totally nude.

I resumed my seat at Marisol's feet and began massaging her toes. My fiancée grinned at me and stretched out her leg, giving me better access... and a better view. "She okay?" I asked my lady.

"Just surprised, I guess. Ever go to a nude beach and not know it was a nude beach? I think it was like that for her."

"Haveyouever been to a nude beach?" I asked Marisol.

"So, Carlos... things seem to be going well with Victoria." Marisol gave me a playful wink, letting that question go unanswered.

"Ya, we've really hit it off," Carlos replied. "I mean... neither of us is looking to get married or anything, but for right now..."

"Things sound like they're going okay," I added pointing toward his window. "You guys know the window's open, right?" I said, mimicking his line to us. "We can hear everything." I took a mental note: next upgrade: soundproof windows.

Carlos laughed.

"She's a screamer," Marisol added kidding his brother.

"Hey... ALL the women in this house are," Carlos pointed a mocking finger back at Marisol.

"Can't help it," Marisol said, giving my crotch a tickle with her toes. "When I'm getting it as good as this one gives me... I scream to the heavens."

I raised her foot I was massaging and kissed her toes.

Carlos went silent, his eyes going wide as he looked toward the pool. Following his gaze, I saw Maria and Victoria returning from their dip in the pool, and both of them now totally naked. Victoria's nervous expression returned, and she walked a bit behind Maria until she reached Carlos, then quickly sat down next to him, crossed her legs, and cuddled into him, hiding herself behind him as much as she could.

For my part, I pointedly looked at Maria instead of her friend as they came back. "How's the water?" I asked, trying to portray the very picture of relaxed cool.

"Perfect as always, Mister Mike," Maria replied flashing me a smile. "Carlos, did you know that Tori's suits are those tan-through things? That's why she doesn't have tan lines."

Tori giggled and hid her face behind Carlos' shoulder.

"Yeah, she told me," Carlos replied, playing on his sister's nonchalance, and putting a comforting arm around his girlfriend so she couldn't hide, but also so she'd know he was there. He wasn't shielding her... anchoring her. There's a difference. Victoria seemed to relax a bit because of his proximity.

"How about a dip,mi amor," Marisol suggested taking my hand.

"Oh, hell ya!" I replied over-enthusiastically.

"In thepool, you dirty old man," she teased. And even Victoria laughed. Her laughter wasn't forced anymore. It came freely, laced with something closer to belonging.

Marisol led me over to the pool, and we slid into the water. She wrapped her arms and her legs around me as we floated around for a while and kissed, only our heads above the waterline, cooling off while heating up.

"So, no... dip?" I asked teasingly.

Marisol giggled. "Later,mi corazon. Now you've had FOUR sexy ladies swimming naked in your pool... feeling like the king of summer, stud?"

I laughed, deserving the mockery. "I'm not sure Tori likes the whole naked afternoon thing."

"Don't be too sure," and she pointed with her chin toward the loungers. There, I saw Carlos and Maria talking, and Victoria blatantly staring between Carlos' legs. "She seems distracted from the conversation, wouldn't you say?"

"Definitely," I replied. "On a completely different note, does Maria have any more friends who want to come over?"

"Oh, you bastard," Marisol swore and pushed me under the water. I sank to the bottom, which put my face right at her crotch... so I dove in, licking her pussy in the cool water of the pool. She yelped and jumped back, back stroking away from me.

I broke the surface and saw her laughing. I gave chase.

"Help! I'm being attacked by a horny old man! Someone save me!"