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guard let out a low whistle as the truck passed through.
" Cuidado ," said his partner, have a care. "This fine Guapa is reserved for Miguel only. If she tells him you annoyed her, Miguel will have your Cojones drying in the sun by morning."
" Si , but a woman like that can make your cock sing like a Caruso."
"What's the difference," said the guard with a shrug. "You know Miguel. She probably won't see the morning."
Carlos drove the truck past the second guard post to the end of the mile long gravel covered driveway. He parked in front of the main entrance where two men stood holding machine pistols. One of them nodded toward the large carved wood entrance door. Carlos accompanied the tall blonde inside. The two men stared openly as she walked the three steps into the entrance. Her hips and rear shimmered under the tight dress, the red spike heels clicking on the stone floor.
" Dios Mio , what a beauty," said one of the men softly.
"What a shame, she will be our most beautiful desaparecido ," disappeared one, replied the other.
From the balcony of his second floor apartment, Miguel Aquelino watched the blonde get out of Carlos' truck. That was one fine puta he had found. He wondered where he got her. It would be worth keeping him around if he could locate fine women like that. But the best was Carlos' sister. It won't be too long he thought before I will enjoy her. Yes he thought, I will enjoy her beauty, her pain and at the end, after many hours, her death. That Cabron , El Toro had once told him, I don't know which one you like best, to fuck them or to kill them. But Miguel knew. He liked to kill them. He liked the power that raged through his veins when he looked in their eyes, when they suddenly realized the only direction their torments could take, the only way it could end.
Tonight, he thought, I will enjoy this fine blonde one. I will enjoy her body, her pain and her death.
Miguel came down the broad staircase into the spacious reception hall where Carlos and the blonde waited. His eyes drank her beauty and his hand shook slightly with anticipation.
"Senor Aquilino, this is Carena," said Carlos.
The blonde cocked her head and smiled as Miguel took her hand in both of his, the fingers lingering inside her palm.
He nodded to Carlos in the direction of the door. Carlos turned and left.
He led the blonde up the stairs to his apartment. Inside he poured two glasses of champagne and spread four lines of cocaine on the mirrored bar top. The scar that ran across his face seemed to pulse white and scarlet pink. Miguel inhaled a line with a silver straw and held it toward the blonde. She shook her head, her eyes sparkling and languorous at the same time. Her voice was husky and breathless.
"Later lover. I want to feel every inch of you first."
They drank the champagne and Miguel held the blonde, his arms around her waist, his hands kneading the firm flesh of her ass. She kissed him, her tongue probing, her breasts pressing against Miguel's chest. Miguel pushed her toward the four-poster bed in the next room.
"Wait... wait," she said, her breathing fast and hard. Miguel smiled as her hand lightly traced the outline of his rock-hard cock in the loose white cotton pants.
She reached behind her with both hands, her breasts thrusting out, pushing harder against him. Miguel heard the metallic whispery noise of the rear zipper of her dress coming down.
With the zipper undone, the dress hung loose on the blonde as she reached with her left arm behind Miguel's head, her right hand sliding between their bodies. The blonde pulled Miguel's head to her in a sudden move, surprising with both speed and strength as her mouth opened wide, grasping both Miguel's lips in the iron grip of her teeth, fusing his mouth shut. The blonde's right hand shot upward between them with a powerful thrust. The foot long ice pick blade that had been concealed in the zipper of the dress slid between Miguel's ribs, stabbing upwards, piercing his
" Cuidado ," said his partner, have a care. "This fine Guapa is reserved for Miguel only. If she tells him you annoyed her, Miguel will have your Cojones drying in the sun by morning."
" Si , but a woman like that can make your cock sing like a Caruso."
"What's the difference," said the guard with a shrug. "You know Miguel. She probably won't see the morning."
Carlos drove the truck past the second guard post to the end of the mile long gravel covered driveway. He parked in front of the main entrance where two men stood holding machine pistols. One of them nodded toward the large carved wood entrance door. Carlos accompanied the tall blonde inside. The two men stared openly as she walked the three steps into the entrance. Her hips and rear shimmered under the tight dress, the red spike heels clicking on the stone floor.
" Dios Mio , what a beauty," said one of the men softly.
"What a shame, she will be our most beautiful desaparecido ," disappeared one, replied the other.
From the balcony of his second floor apartment, Miguel Aquelino watched the blonde get out of Carlos' truck. That was one fine puta he had found. He wondered where he got her. It would be worth keeping him around if he could locate fine women like that. But the best was Carlos' sister. It won't be too long he thought before I will enjoy her. Yes he thought, I will enjoy her beauty, her pain and at the end, after many hours, her death. That Cabron , El Toro had once told him, I don't know which one you like best, to fuck them or to kill them. But Miguel knew. He liked to kill them. He liked the power that raged through his veins when he looked in their eyes, when they suddenly realized the only direction their torments could take, the only way it could end.
Tonight, he thought, I will enjoy this fine blonde one. I will enjoy her body, her pain and her death.
Miguel came down the broad staircase into the spacious reception hall where Carlos and the blonde waited. His eyes drank her beauty and his hand shook slightly with anticipation.
"Senor Aquilino, this is Carena," said Carlos.
The blonde cocked her head and smiled as Miguel took her hand in both of his, the fingers lingering inside her palm.
He nodded to Carlos in the direction of the door. Carlos turned and left.
He led the blonde up the stairs to his apartment. Inside he poured two glasses of champagne and spread four lines of cocaine on the mirrored bar top. The scar that ran across his face seemed to pulse white and scarlet pink. Miguel inhaled a line with a silver straw and held it toward the blonde. She shook her head, her eyes sparkling and languorous at the same time. Her voice was husky and breathless.
"Later lover. I want to feel every inch of you first."
They drank the champagne and Miguel held the blonde, his arms around her waist, his hands kneading the firm flesh of her ass. She kissed him, her tongue probing, her breasts pressing against Miguel's chest. Miguel pushed her toward the four-poster bed in the next room.
"Wait... wait," she said, her breathing fast and hard. Miguel smiled as her hand lightly traced the outline of his rock-hard cock in the loose white cotton pants.
She reached behind her with both hands, her breasts thrusting out, pushing harder against him. Miguel heard the metallic whispery noise of the rear zipper of her dress coming down.
With the zipper undone, the dress hung loose on the blonde as she reached with her left arm behind Miguel's head, her right hand sliding between their bodies. The blonde pulled Miguel's head to her in a sudden move, surprising with both speed and strength as her mouth opened wide, grasping both Miguel's lips in the iron grip of her teeth, fusing his mouth shut. The blonde's right hand shot upward between them with a powerful thrust. The foot long ice pick blade that had been concealed in the zipper of the dress slid between Miguel's ribs, stabbing upwards, piercing his
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