0 comments/ 56331 views/ 0 favorites Ezmerelda Ch. 01 By: L O Reins Ezmerelda Ch. 01: Spanking Clean “Ezmarelda, would you please do something about the laundry today. And I’ll take tea in my study at ten thirty. I would like to have a word with you then.” That voice, so deep and resonant produced by the exaggerated length of his vocal cords and formation of his throat, manifested itself in a deep, static, rumbling that always made her swoon. The tone seemed to cause a vibration in her very spine, tickling her so deeply that she blushed from the intimacy of the act of him just saying her name. “Of course, Sir, it will be my pleasure. No cream but with raw sugar--you do like it very sweet and dark then?” She gave him her smile—perfect teeth flashed white against her dark roast coffee colored skin. She spoke with a sultry innuendo every chance she got. Even Ezmarelda knew that sarcasm would not work on this big man. He was a handsome man of large stature with exaggerated features that gave him the look of a character chiseled from dark stone. A few gray strands interspersed his long black hair, and burst into a white fog at his temples. He was at the height of his middle age but still exuded the power and passion of a younger man. He had a strong physique and a handsome distinguished look but his style had rough edges around the pretense of his refinement, giving you the suspicion that he was about to lose control in some way. She folded the sheets rapidly now because she knew he was upset with the way she had allowed so much to pile in the laundry room over the past weeks. She had become much more interested in teasing the master than she was in the diligent care and running of his house. This was especially true now that she had realized he had taken to watching her in his sultry brooding way as she went about her duties. She had first begun to notice how he watched her as she moved through his chambers. His eyes bore into her as she passed him in the halls and when she worked in his kitchen, she could not shake the feeling that she was being scrutinized, even when she was alone. Of course, now that she knew he had been attracted by her charms, she seized every opportunity to flaunt them in his face. She always was a hussy who loved to tease the boys but in this man, in this setting, the privacy of his home, she found the perfect victim. “OH! Let me get that, Sir.” She took delight in giving him long delicious looks down her loose fitting blouses at the tops of her breasts. “No, that will be alright,” he would protest. “It will be for your pleasure, Sir” she would say as she dipped low in display for him. A glimpse at her cleavage or even the fine outline of her heavy breasts was always the first thing to turn an innocent encounter with a man into a hot intercourse of word/glances and thrusting innuendo. Even women were not immune to Esmarelda’s charms. They either took on an air of jealous disdain for her earthy beauty or the shrewd eyes of lust. She also saved all her jobs that required her to be up on the low kitchen ladder or on a chair for days when she knew he would be in the house. In fact, she often would ask him, “If it isn’t too much to ask Sir, could you steady the ladder while I change the lamp?” She always chose her skirts and undergarments carefully on those days so that they would be revealing in some way. She knew in this kind of situation he could either see a good way up beneath them or at least see the pronounced outline of her panties though a thin material. She also was very aware of the pants she wore. She had a full rear, very shapely, and a narrow waist. The effect when she worked on her knees was that her waistband of her pants opened out at the back revealing the delicate line of her spine all the way to the small triangle of her thong panties. She knew well what a fine sight she was treating him to. She knew he was hers to control from the day his hungry eyes started feasting on her. Just when her teasing games seemed about to overpower him, just when she thought he was going to break down and pathetically plead for her sexual favors like so many before, he turned and said the unexpected. He spoke roughly to her that morning. He had voiced deep disappointment. The house was a shambles, the dishes piled up, dust lay on lentils, things weren’t picked up, but his ire was most aroused by the growing accumulation of his personal laundry. “Ezmarelda, you have been disappointing me lately with your performance.…. Things are falling apart around here in the house and if you do not improve your behavior you are going to force me to take stern action,” “His scolding confused her. His tone, the severity of his words, his towering presence, all combined to frightened her. Yet, she was stimulated by the vibration of the moment. The fierceness of his demeanor, and her embarrassment at the reprimand, tangled with the pulsing in her loins and the tickling static his voice was producing. Her reaction was astonishing. He was speaking in a loud tone. She couldn’t help herself. The smile broke her expression of seriousness and produced a furious reaction in him. “You find this amusing? Well do you, Ezmarelda? She did not know what had come over her. Maybe it was the fact that she felt ultimately safe with him, in his house and in his control. Maybe it was the feelings she had begun to experience whenever she thought of his strong hands, his attention being lavished on her. Now she fantasized about being taken roughly by him. But it was the deep feeling of passion and excitement that dared her to do what she did next. She turned her back to him and tossed her long dark hair and said with a certain taunting self-righteous logic, “if you didn’t spend so much time staring at my ass I wouldn’t spend so much time putting on shows for you. Then I would get my work done.” He pressed his lips together and, stepping in closer, said, “Yes, that is true isn’t it? Maybe if you keep giving me attitude, I will have to give you an ultimatum.” Realizing that she was committed to this dangerous tactic, she pressed on, “and what ultimatum would you offer me, Sir? “Why it would be a simple choice, Ezmarelda.” And the danger of the moment; the tingling between her legs and the flutter in her heart from the vibration of his powerful voice made her blush before him. He mistook this for anger and pressed on with the slice of a thin smile on his lips. “You will finish all the laundry you have allowed to pile up or you will chose between two simple options. One, to leave this house and my employ at the end of this day with the wages you owed plus a severance or, Two, you will submit to my special form of corporal punishments for every task you fail to perform to my satisfaction from now on.” She took a step back from him, eyes cast down. Feeling his gaze on her; she stalled for time. She knew all along that he was going to ask for some form of sexual favor but this was not what she had expected. It was an inevitable conclusion in this drama, but what did he mean by corporal punishment? Finally she let her eyes meet his, “And what do you mean by this, Sir? What form of punishment?” Without skipping a heartbeat, eyes burning into the depth of her act he responded, “Why, you will be spanked, Ezmarelda, spanked severely and accordingly for each of your transgressions.” There was a moment’s pause as his words sunk in and dissolved into a picture in her mind. “If you agree to stay on with me this is the way it will be from now on. You will continue with all your responsibilities in the house. You will be rewarded better than you have been for your accomplishments and you will be punished as described for your failures.” She felt trapped. Her breath became heavy. She felt the blood rush to her temples. She knew she was probably crimson red with embarrassment. Ezmarelda had never pushed any situation to his point. She was on new ground and it excited her tremendously. “There is one other area to discuss Ezmarelda; you will continue with your little performances for me. It is one of your talents which, as you have noticed, bring me much pleasure. Part of your new job description then will be to treat me, as well as my guests, to little glimpses of your beauty much as you have been doing since you began working here. As I have said you will be handsomely paid for your new job responsibilities and there will even be an allowance for special clothing. In time I may want you to wear a uniform but for now you will continue wearing your own…lovely outfits at work. You do dress well … “Thank you, Sir.” “…for your body type…provocatively.” Now he seemed to embarrass and maybe even redden a bit around the sharp cheek bones and neck. “Of course you know I like to watch you?” “Yessss Sir,” she knew just where his eyes were every moment he was in her presence. She tuned her movements to his responses, “ I have noticed you like to look at me.” “I will leave you now to consider your decision, Ezmarelda. I will come back at the end of this afternoon to see what you have decided. If you choose to leave my employ I will prepare a check for you and say goodbye. On the other hand, if you choose to stay I will welcome you to your new employment. And then I will see how well you have done what I have asked you to do.” The day had passed in a flurry of laundry duties and worry. She knew in her soul what her decision was the moment it became clear to her what he was proposing but she still felt fear and worry about the reality of his intentions. She hadn’t been spanked since she was a little girl, except for some rough sexual handling by an older lover who liked to slap her ass whenever it was presented in the right setting. That had never bothered her but somehow she knew the Master had a more serious idea about corporal punishment. Could she allow herself to be handled this way? Why would she subject herself to this kind of treatment? Again the flutter of excitement between her legs at the thought of a grown woman being spanked by a grown man told her that she was eager to please this Master or maybe eager to displease him just to see what would happen. It was with this myriad of thoughts swirling through her head that she plowed on through the huge piles of laundry that day. She continued to heap the dirty clothes into the washer and the wet piles of clean clothes into the high-capacity front load dryer. She pressed his shirts and sheets, pants, his socks and peculiarly small underwear while she waited for the cycles to end. It was late afternoon when she heard the unmistakable sound of footsteps on the servant’s stairs. There were piles of folded fresh clothes stacked on the large worktable in the room. She had just heaped the last load of wash cloths and cleaning rags into the washer and the largest load of sheets and linens was still tumbling in the dryer. They were done, in fact they were overdone but she had just turned the dial for another cycle to give herself more time to finish the last load of wash. He stepped into the doorway of the Laundry and stood surveying her work. “Have you decided what you would like to do, Ezmarelda? Will you stay or should I prepare you wages? She looked up into his eyes and, brushing back a long lock of her black hair that had fallen across her eye, she said, “I will stay on with you Master.” She wasn’t sure because his expression only changed slightly but she thought he looked pleased by her words. “But, Sir, I have not completely finished the work you asked me to do.” Curiously enough, these words brought a bigger smile to his eyes. “Then I shall have to do something about that, wont I Ezmarelda? Panic struck her as the moment she had thought about all day ticked closer. She was frightened but secretly she longed to be taken by this powerful man. She was tired of teasing her boy friends and taunting them into doing what she wanted. She longed to be taken, to give up her control to a dark strong man who would not tell her his plan, not seek her permission and, most of all, satisfy his own desires with her rather than lay himself at her feet. “I work for you Sir and I have failed to do what I was asked to do so it is yours to decide how you will punish me and mine to willingly comply with your wishes, Master.” She let her eyes drop down towards the floor to wait for his response but not before keeping them trained on his and offering a small smile and a nod of acquiescence. A long pause ensued and only the threshing of the dryer and the swishing of the washer filled the room but Ezmarelda could only hear the pounding in her chest. It seemed to take for ever, that moment that lasts an infinitesimal hour, but she felt his hand on her arm as she felt the vibration of his words, “You will be punished for this transgression but not too severely this first time, Ezmarelda. It will be more to introduce you to the new rules in this house. Remove the clothes from the dryer and place them on the table. Ezmarelda opened the dryer door and scooped the clothing out and turned to drop them on the table as she had done so many times that day. But this was different. She could feel his eyes burning into her back as the Linens burned her bare arms. She bent to drop the large load on to the table and felt his large hands at her waist. Firmly he bent her forward over the hot linens. “I am going to lift your skirt now Ezmarelda.” She lay down across the warm linens and felt her skirt being lifted up her legs. The cold air in the room told her exactly where the hem was as it moved higher exposing more to his view. She had never been embarrassed by her own nakedness. She knew she was stunning and her legs and rear were her best dowry, handed down from her beautiful mother. But now she was mortified to feel his eyes on her ass and the backs of her thighs. She felt the strong hand at the base of her spine, pressing her into the hot pile of whites under her. Thank god she had worn these pretty panties today. She could have been wearing an old pair or, worse yet, nothing at all. She knew she was already reeling this dark man into her boat. But now she didn’t quite understand how the tables had turned and how she now found herself in this deliciously humiliating position. He began to spank her on her cheeks now and with each stroke she could feel the entire shape of his big hand. She thought she could tell when his fingers where open and when his hand was cupped. Of course she could hear the distinct sound of a cupped hand and the open slap of an open hand but she actually believed she could feel that whole big hand role out and caress her buttock with each firm slap. Just as it began to sting a bit more than was comfortable he stopped. “Remove you skirt and you blouse now, Ezmarelda. “Oh no Sir I couldn’t do that.” She heard the words inside her head as she stood and began to unbutton her blouse. The room was warm and cozy from the heat of the equipment but a cool whiff curled around her breasts and caused her nipples to harden and become erect like little penises. They had always drove the boys wild and she loved to see their reactions when they became hard through her clothes or the way the lucky ones gaped the first time she opened her blouse for them. But again this was different. He only watched expressionless as she now stood before him with her little soldiers at attention for him. “And you skirt, Ezmarelda, remove it and you panties as well.” And so this was how Ezmarelda on that day found herself naked and bent over a pile of hot cuddly linens in the laundry room of the strange man for whom she worked. He was now firmly tanning her bottom cheeks and she was squirming in a mixture of sexual abandon and real discomfort from these administrations. Just as she thought tears would come to her eyes she felt the unmistakable tremble of her orgasm. Not a large scale one like with some of her more monumental lovers but a slow and seeping one brought on by the mixture of feelings that this punishment had brought. Her Master felt it too. He parted her cheeks and placed his thumb against the lips of her nether region. “What is this I see now, here between your legs, Ezmarelda? Is it a sign that I have brought you pleasure with this reprimand?” “I am sorry Sir. I could not help…” “It is alright my dear. I know you have longed for this release. From the first time I saw you I could tell that you were hungry for this. Now that I have opened this dark cabinet to you there is no limit to the wonders that await you.” “mmmm” Ezmarelda had to restrain herself from squirming. The stinging in her ass and the aching between her legs were making her want to raise her ass like a big dark cat in heat. “Now Ezmarelda, I will help you release your tensions and then you will dress and leave. I will see you on Thursday. Open your legs, Ezmarelda and up on your toes. To be continued… L O Reins Dear reader, I hope you enjoyed this story. Please vote it’s the only way I can gauge responses. Its true for all of us writers. Your votes and comments are the fuel we run on. Or should that be the fuel on which we run? Thanxxx L. O. R. Ezmerelda Ch. 02 Ezmarelda" Part 2: Ezmarelda's Delicious Purple Ass "Who does he think he is? I had done nothing wrong. So, Why did he spank me?" In the privacy of her quarters, Ezmarelda rubbed her stinging behind though her nightgown as she pondered her master's strange behavior. She had tears in her eyes that she would never show him. "...And why was he acting so strangely? Sir seemed to be thinking about something else. He was like a child on Christmas Eve." "...And ordering me to bed without "relieving myself"--who does he think he is?" She thought about that day at the beginning of summer when he had hired her from her once a week cleaning duties to full time housemaid. She still became aroused when she thought about that spanking in the laundry that sealed their arrangement. It was like a contract. He still could not resist the temptation to spank her at any infraction of his rules. Ezmarelda enjoyed his stern treatment of her. She always became wet when she stood before him listening to him lecturing her in that rumbling voice, knowing she would soon be bent in submission over his desk or the table or his lap. "But tonight he spanked me too hard and for nothing. And then he leaves me wet and hungry for his cock. If he thinks I'll be his slave tomorrow morning, "bright and early" in his fucking Vineyard then he is in for a surprise—an Ezmarelda surprise." 0oO0oo0oO0oOo0 Though it was early fall and time for wine making, the air was still quite warm at nine O'clock. Leonard decided to use an age-old method for the first pressing of the grapes. The grapes had already been dumped into the wooden vat the afternoon before. This was a family tradition, a weekend of wine making and dinners to produce an abundance of wine for himself and his brothers. Leonard had arranged for them to come later in the afternoon with their wives, when it would be cooler to press the grapes into a rough mash with the wine press. But this morning he would have Ezmarelda all to himself. Ezmarelda, is nine O'clock bright and early to you? And I asked you to wear old clothing." "Sorry, Mi'Lord, I just couldn't get up this morning after last night's... after last night." She had worn a brightly colored full skirt and a white blouse that laced in the front. She had haphazardly laced it to reveal her full bust line. "Very well then, Ezmarelda, Remove your sandals, rinse your feet in the bucket and step into the vat." "But Sir, it is sooo many grapes. It will take forever for me to even make a dent in this mountain of grapes." He wanted to see her in the tub. Leonard loved Ezmarelda's rich sumptuous body. Her raven black hair and her fiery eyes drove him to all ends of fantasy and distraction; he had dreamed of having her in this tub of mash all summer. "There will be others this afternoon. I just want you to begin the pressing this morning." Now remove your sandals, rinse your feet in the bucket and get in the tank...Now. " Stepping out of her sandals she wiggled the toes of her right foot in the cool water in the bucket. She withdrew her foot and perched it on the edge of the tank. Her foot sparkled with glistening beads and her silver toe ring looked like chromium against her dark complexion. "Wouldn't Mi lord rather I place my feet in his lap like we have done before? You love it when I pay special attention to you with my pretty feet. I always see you admiring them whenever you can. That is why I wash the windows bare footed, Sir--to see the way you look at them when I am on the step stool. "Ezmarelda, I will not ask you again..." "But sir I will ruin my clothes." "I told you to wear something loose and old." "But I wanted to look pretty for Mi Lord," Ezmarelda said with a petulant pout. "Don't worry about your clothing, Ezmarelda, you will be out of them soon enough." "Sir, you are joking. Someone would see me." She toyed with him, knowing that through taunts and teasing she could control this man's lust. "I will not be seen naked out here in this barrel of rotting fruit," she huffed. "Ezmarelda, get into the vat. Now." Ezmarelda lifted her skirts and tucked them into her waistband. Her perfection didn't stop at her toes. Leonard bathed her legs in the heat of his inflamed stare. Ezmarelda was strong and toned from hard work or at least from the hard work she had done before entering into Leonard's employ. Now she spent more time dreaming up teasing scenarios to temp and taunt her lord. She stepped over the rim of the vat. Her first few steps were tentative but the grapes felt so sensuous under her feet. The grapes crushing and tickling her between her toes as the mash squished this way and that. "Sir, it feels so icky. My toes are going to be blue for a month." Fall was the time to make wine. The vat was eight feet in diameter with three-foot high sides that slanted outward. It looked like a giant version of a washtub but it was made of wood. Steel bands bound the oak staves like a barrel. It was about one third full of grapes--plump succulent concord grapes. Their skins were crisp and the fruit full. They had thrived in the hot sun and were rich with nectar from a generous proportion of seasonal rain. Ezmarelda felt the lust in his eyes and it warmed her from within. She knew just how rapt his attention to her beauty could be. She feasted on this attention. "Ezmarelda, try to stomp through the grapes with high steps. Yes! March, Ezmarelda; march through the grapes." "Yes, Commandant." She laughed as she lifted her knees high and swooshed her skirt from side to side, marching through the heaps of grapes. She flung her hair wildly and stepped down harder into the piled grapes. They sprayed up and out from beneath her feet. Big droplets were landing on her skirt and on her white blouse. Her bodice was partly unlaced and there was a glob of purple juice on the tanned upper swell of her breast. It oozed down into her ample cleavage. Leonard could not suppress his enthusiasm for her performance. Yes, yes! Ezmarelda, march through the grape. Squash them with your pretty feet." Just then she caught her leg on a clump of grape. Or at least it seemed that she had; she went down on one knee. The wine grape felt so luscious to her as it enveloped her to her thigh and the acid crispness even tingled between her legs. She froze in this position and looked back over her shoulder at her master. "Sir Leonard, you will be so angry with me for falling?" "Ahhh, Ezmarelda, now you have certainly ruined your clothes." "Would Sir prefer that I remove them?" "Yes, I would prefer that you removed your dress," he croaked out in response to her teasing question. She was out of her loose skirt in a flash and flung it out over the edge of the tub. She stumbled again and her white panties and blouse became even more stained with the purple mash. "Oh! Sir, I am so clumsy. Look at my blouse." "Remove that too, Ezmarelda. In fact, why don't you take everything off?" "If you wish, Sir." Ezmarelda took her time standing from the swampy slurry of grapes. She rose to her full height and stood proudly erect and smoked Leonard with her dark eyes. She unlaced her blouse slowly and peeled it from her shoulders. The purple was everywhere now. She slipped out of the white garment and wrung it out into the mash. Then she stood before him in only her panties. Once bleached white, her panties were now splotched with deep purple stains and the contrast against her olive flesh was vivid in the crisp morning sunlight. She stood defiantly facing Leonard in the center of the vat. Her proud nipples were as dark and engorged as two of the fruits in which she stood. "Take off your panties too, Ezmarelda." Ezmarelda, in control now, was deliberate in her pacing. She was going to exact a bit of torturous revenge on Leonard for spanking her so hard and making her wait so long for her pleasure. She grinned at Leonard as she writhed in the sunlight. "Did sir plan to have me squash the grapes in the nude all along? Was that your plan?" "Ezmarelda, there is never anything serendipitous about your nakedness before me. It is just part of your duties. Now remove your panties and come closer so I may touch you." Bending forward, she peeled the panties slowly down her hips; her hair fell to the sides of her face—her pendulous tits hung down and away from her body. Leonard licked his lips. The beauty before him made his mouth dry and his breath caught in his throat. "Come closer to me, Ezmarelda." "Does Sir want me to come into his arms then." "Yes, Ezmarelda. Come closer." "...But Sir, your clothing...it will be ruined. He stepped up to the edge of the tub as she swayed towards him. He enveloped her in his arms then slowly pushed her down into the grape until she was kneeling in the tub before him. Ezmarelda opened the drawstring and his loose work pants dropped around his ankles. His engorged cock was already hard as a rod. There were many benefits to being Sir Leonard's servant but this cock was at the top of Ezmarelda's list. It was the most magnificent penis she had ever seen. "His big cock will be as purple as my skin is, in payment for this," she thought as she took it in both hands and rubbed the grape mash and juices deep into his stiffness. She stroked his full testicals and prick until they were as purple as if they had been dyed. Then she took him into her mouth and swooshed the head of his cock with the slurry of grape she scooped up into her mouth with her hand. Leonard swooned and held her head gently in his hands then he coiled his fingers through her hair at her temples and began to move her head slowly and forcibly over the length of his now purple pole. "Mi' Lord, you will truly have blue balls when Ezmarelda is finished with you." He loved the way she coaxed and teased his turgid cock with her hands and her words. She had his cock sheathed deep in the back of her throat and he thought he would surly explode soon. Then she slowly wagged her head from side to side, retreating; she let it come all the way out to the tips of her lips. A long strand of her purple salive still connected them. Looking into his lust soaked eyes, Ezmarelda whispered to him. "Sodomize me, Master. Put your cock inside Ezmarelda's ass...deep inside my ass. "Turn around, Ezmarelda." That deep rumble in his voice that she loved told her his lust had reached the ends of his ropey nerves. "Get out of the tub, Ezmarelda." She knew what he wanted but she also knew how much better it would be if she taunted him further, now when he was so wired. "But sir, not like that—in here, with me in the tub." Ezmarelda crawled on her hands and knees away from him towards the other edge of the tub. "Come in here with me, Leonard if you want me." Like a purple panther she stalked towards the far edge of the tub. She lifted one paw over the edge than the other. Arching her back in an elegant reverse curve; she felt the sludge slither down her spine. She bent forward and felt her nipples dip into the mash. The sun was burning through the trees. Spots of sunlight and shade gave her the dappled look of an animal. She watched over her shoulder as he sloshed through the grapes towards her. His purple cock and balls obscenely erect and unnaturally colored. Ezmarelda reached down and came up with a few whole grapes. She checked to make sure he was watching , then she lewdly pushed them, one at the time, into her anus—one, two then the last one. She stood now, legs spread and tensed, head thrown back and waving her hair slowly to brush the outward curve of the tops of her glorious ass cheeks. She felt the hard grapes work deeper into her rectum. It delighted her to wreak this revenge on Leonard. "Does Mi Lord like grapes?" she taunted as she softly gyrating her flanks towards Leonard. She felt his breath on her shoulders and neck now. "Yessss, Ezmarelda," his voice hoarse with lust as he put his hands on the outsides of her muscular thighs. "Show me, Leonard. If you want me so much then suck them out of Ezmarelda's ass." She put one hand down onto the ledge if the tub and then the other. Lowering her head and tuning back towards him, she rattled her tongue like a reptile. Leonard fell to his knees behind her. He grasped her ass with his big hands and separated her cheeks revealing her pussy and her dark, little hole. His face was drawn into her as if pulled by some powerful rare earth magnetism. "Push them out Ezmarelda he mumbled as he devoured her slurry of grape juices and cum. Ezmarelda writhed back on his face and forced the first grape out of her anus. Leonard ate it like a fruit from the goddess she was. Then she pushed the second one into his hungry mouth and she felt her orgasm swell through her. The third grape came out next and it seemed to inflame her master, who was now hypnotized by this spectacle. He slithered up to his feet and arched his powerful back. His cock, bending in a slight arc from the strain, was poised at her open and well-lubricated anus. "Please Don't..." Ezmarelda swooned. "Pleeeeassse..." She yelped a little and gave an inward "hisss" as his cock head pushed past the tight ring of muscle. Leonard paused there and waited for some movement from Ezmarelda to signal that she was adapting to this assault of her ass. He pushed again and she hissed out a long "yessssss." And with that movement her resistance against his member loosened. She chanted a string of unintelligible words in Spanish as his cock snaked further inside her sculpted ass. Leonard had never taken her this way and he savored the moments, slowly stroking his cock in and almost out of her. "Take it out, Leonard. Take it out and then put it back inside me. I like that best." Leonard pulled back slowly till just the turgid tip of his enormous cock was still buried in her anal ring. They remained like that for moments till Ezmarelda hissed at him. "Hurt me. Hurt me, Master." and she tightened her muscles and thrust back towards him. He lunged back at her sliding his organ the rest of the way into her again. Ezmarelda hissed and spit out, "Aye Ca Rumba! You are sooo big. I can feel you up inside me. I want to feel your balls slapping against my pussy." He began to pound all his weight into her. She reached back and savagely grasped her clit. He felt his cum boil up from his purple balls. It surged with so much force and power that he felt as if he would black out. He screamed out her name, "EZZZMAAAARELDAAAAAA!" When their paaion subsided he slipped out of her. His cum, and her wetness, and the grape slurry all mingled into a pearly, purple ooze that dribbled between her thighs. Leonard kissed her at the base of her spine then, trying to regain his composure, slapped her ass sharply. Leonard still had his shirt on over his shoulders, though it was splotched and stained a bright purple. "Clean up and come up to the house, Ezmarelda." Then he found his pants at the other side of the tank, slipped them on and walked away towards the house. Ezmarelda climbed from the vat and walked languidly towards the old porcelain bathtub that was full of clean rainwater. Leonard said it was for irrigation but she knew he liked to watch her bathe in it on hot days. She stood in the cold water and washed her body. She knew that she would be able to hide whatever stains she couldn't rinse off under her clothes. "But poor Leonard, he will not be able to hide the purple stains on his face and mouth...maybe I'll let a little purple show on my breasts tonight. It will embarrass him so, in front of his family." To be continued... L O R Dear reader, I hope you enjoyed this story. Please vote; it's the only way I can gauge responses. Its true for all of us writers, your votes and comments are the fuel we run on. Or should that be the fuel on which we run? Thanxxx L. O. R.