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Maria's Life Goes Bad

By: jamboman



Maria lowered her head down, pulling the firm cock in to her mouth. She sucked hard, and her boyfriend groaned with pleasure. Her long, black hair cascaded over his thighs, increasing the erotic sensation for him.

Be careful, she thought to herself, I don't want him to be coming too soon. She ran her tongue up and down the stiff shaft, flicking the tip of her tongue over Pedro's balls, while she gently masturbated him with her hand.

"Oh fuck," groaned Pedro. "I'm coming!"

"Not yet, baby, not yet," whispered Maria, and she quickly rose up and straddled her naked boyfriend. She reached between her legs and guided the stiff cock into her wet pussy. She sank back, impaling herself on him, hissing with pleasure as he slid deep into her. Maria loved the sensation of a hard cock filling her pussy, stretching her lips apart.

"Fuck me Pedro, fuck me now," she groaned.

Pedro reached around and grasped the cheeks of her ass in both hands and pushed his thighs up hard, shoving his cock into the young woman. Maria responded by sliding up and down, riding her man's hardness. She only needed a minute or two more to achieve her orgasm, but that was too long for Pedro, and he came into her, growling as he shoved his cock as deep as he could manage.

Maria used her pussy muscles to grip his hardness, milking him of his cum, as she rode up and down, rubbing her clit furiously with her fingers, hoping to match his orgasm with one of her own. At last his frantic thrusting slowed down, so Maria slowed down too, holding his wilting cock inside her as long as possible. 

She lay on top of him for a few minutes, weak from exertion. Eventually his limp cock slipped out of her dripping hole, and she lay down on the bed beside him. His cum oozed out of her open hole, trickled down the crack of her ass, and made a small damp spot on the bed sheets.

"Was that good, Pedro?" she asked quietly.

"You're the best, Maria. Every time we fuck it seems even better than the time before."

"Yes, I think so too. But you'll have to learn how to last longer. I was still a minute or so from an orgasm when you came."

"I can't help it. You're such a beautiful woman, and such a great fuck that I always come fast. So, it's your own fault," he laughed.

Maria laughed too. "Fine, I won't suck your cock so hard in future."

They hugged and kissed for a few minutes, but finally the tired lovers drifted off into a peaceful sleep.

Maria Santos was very happy with her life. The small border town where she lived, Neuvo Laredo in Mexico, was not much of a place to look at, but she was happy there. She had a good job as an executive assistant in a medium-sized company, and she was learning the business world well. She knew that she could be really successful in business if she put her mind to it. 

Maria was 21 years old, and a very pretty Latina. Dark flashing eyes, long, straight black hair, small perky breasts, and a superb body that drew admiring glances wherever she went. There are many pretty girls in Neuvo Laredo, but Maria stood out among them. Many of her friends suggested that she take up modeling, but Maria was much too shy for such a job. Her real interest was in teaching, and she was determined to go to teacher's college just as soon as she'd saved up enough money. She came from a poor family, and she was convinced that the best way to eliminate poverty was to get a good education. She wanted to help the poor kids of her town get a better education, which would lead to better jobs, and that would lead to a better life for many of them. 

Maria was beautiful, smart, and compassionate, and she had a plan for her life. She was very happy.

Then, abruptly, everything in Maria's life changed for the worse.

She was walking home late one evening, after attending evening classes, when a police cruiser pulled up alongside her. There were two cops in the cruiser and they shone a bright flashlight in her face.

"Hey, you, get over here, NOW!" the nearest cop yelled at her.

Puzzled and concerned, Maria walked over to the cruiser. "What's the matter?" she asked.

The cop who had yelled at her got out of the cruiser. He grabbed her roughly by the arm and threw her against the hood of the car.

"Don't you know that prostitution is illegal, whore?" he snarled.

"What? I'm not a prostitute. I've been at school and I'm on my way home."

"Bullshit. There's no school at this time of night." He pulled one of Maria's arms behind her back and slipped a handcuff onto her wrist. "Get into the car," he ordered.

Maria's protests fell on deaf ears as the cop opened the rear door of the car and pushed her roughly onto the back seat. Making no attempt to be gentle, he grabbed the handcuffs and passed them over a steel bar welded into the roof of the car. Then he slipped the other end of the handcuffs onto her free wrist. She was now securely restrained with her hands held over her head.

"Please, you're making a dreadful mistake," wailed Maria. "I'm not what you think I am. I'm an office worker and I'm on my way home."

The cop got out of the rear seat and slammed the door shut. "Shut your mouth you little slut," snarled the cop who was driving. "You'll have lots of time to explain at the police station."

The other cop got into the front seat with his partner, and the cruiser sped off down the street. Mara started to cry. How could there be such a terrible misunderstanding, she wondered. It would all be cleared up at the police station, she reassured herself.

The two cops were silent as the car drove through the night. They made a series of turns and Maria, through her tears, realized that they were heading into the suburbs.

"Where are we going?" she asked, fear growing in her heart.

There was no answer from the front seat.

"Please, where are we going?" she asked again plaintively. Again there was silence, but the car suddenly turned into a vacant lot, far away from any street lights. The driver switched off the engine, and there was silence.

The cop in the front got out the car again and came into the back seat. He slid right up beside her.

"I'll make this simple, you little slut. You cooperate with us and give us what we want, or we'll beat you into a bloody pulp and leave you in this dump for the rats to feed on. Those are your choices. Understand?"

Maria was terrified. "No," she shook her head, her voice trembling. "I don't understand. What is it you want?"

The driver turned around and leered at her. "We just want a little bit of loving', that's all, slut."

"Please, let me go. There's been a terrible mistake. I'm not what you think I am." Maria started to cry again.

The cop sitting beside her drew out his night-stick and held it a few inches from her face. Even in the darkness, it looked ominous and deadly.

"Does that mean you won't cooperate? You're choosing a beating and the rats?"

Maria closed her eyes in despair. "Please don't beat me. I want to go home."

"Good decision," replied the cop, putting his stick on the floor. "You make it nice for us and you'll be on your way home very soon."

He began to unbuckle the belt on her blue jeans. Instinctively, Maria kicked out at him, kicking him in the chest. He responded by slapping her very hard across the face, once, twice, and the heavy blows stunned her. She slumped back into the corner, her hands still secured above her head, and lay still. The cop finished unbuckling her belt, and pulled down the zipper on her jeans. He hauled off her sneakers and tugged the jeans down her legs and over her feet. He tossed the jeans to the floor of the car. He looked down at her shapely legs, and her white panties gleamed pale in the darkness. 

The cop gazed down at the helpless woman and felt the lust rising in his loins. "My god, she's fucking magnificent, amigo," he whispered hoarsely to his partner. "She's going to be a great fuck."

"Well hurry up, for fuck's sake. I'm getting a hard-on just watching you strip her." The driver had turned around to watch what was happening in the back seat and was getting more aroused by the second. "Get her panties off."

The cop looped his fingers into the elastic waistband of Maria's panties and, with two swift movements of his arms, the panties were swept down her legs, over her feet and tossed to the floor. Maria was now naked below the waist. She could feel the cool night air on her flesh, and panic swelled up in her again.

"Please, please, let me go," and she squeezed her knees together in a final attempt to protect herself. 

The cop had unfastened his own pants and had pushed them down around his ankles. His cock, stiffened by the excitement of beating and stripping the helpless young woman, jutted out obscenely through his shirt tails. He didn't answer Maria's final plea, but simply placed his hands on the inside of her knees and forced her legs wide apart. He lay down between her legs, grabbed her by the hips and pulled her body towards him, until she was almost lying flat on the seat, still with her arms held high.

Then he guided his stiff cock into the entrance of the helpless, wide-open pussy, and pushed forward hard. Marie's voice was barely audible as she whimpered "No, no" feeling his hardness penetrating her body. But the cop ignored her cries and pushed himself all the way in. He hesitated for a second, enjoying the sensation of tightness that gripped his cock. Then the hard thrusting began and Maria felt like she was being driven into the seat with the power of her attacker's thighs.

And so it began. For the next hour, the two cops took turns with Maria, raping her repeatedly, urging each other on to greater excesses with the beautiful body of their defenseless victim. To her horror, Maria felt her body begin to respond to what they were doing to her. She was young, virile, and sexually active. She loved the feeling of Pedro's cock inside her, and these strong cops were still filling her and thrusting into her long after Pedro would have been finished. . Her body betrayed her and, a few minutes after the attack began, she felt the unmistakable signs of an orgasm building up in her genitals.

"Oh god, please stop," she whispered desperately, but her hips had already started to move in time with the thrusts of her rapist.

"She's loving it, amigo," cried the cop. "I can feel her cunt getting tighter."

He fucked her furiously as the orgasm swept over her, and she cried aloud as she wrapped her legs around him. When he had unloaded his come into her, the other cop quickly took his place between her thighs and he fucked her hard as well, causing the hapless young woman to have another shattering orgasm.

After they had both filled her pussy with their cum, they unfastened her hands from the overhead bar, removed the handcuffs, and tore off the rest of her clothes so that they could move her body around into different positions to continue their assault on her. One of the cops lay down on his back, grabbed her by the hair, and pulled her face down toward his crotch. I may as well get this over with as soon as I can, Maria thought to herself, so she pretended that the cock was Pedro's and sucked on it hard. She was moved into a kneeling position by the second cop while she sucked. He inserted a finger into her pussy and drew out a thick wad of cum. He smeared the cum on her exposed butt-hole, working some of it inside her wit his fingertip. He crouched behind Maria as she sucked his partner, positioned the tip of his cock at the entrance to her ass, then pushed it into her. She had never been fucked in the ass before, and it felt uncomfortable, but she had realized that there was no escape for her, and no rescue, so it was best to get the ordeal over with as quickly as possible. She pushed her hips backward, and the entire length of the cock slipped into her lubricated virgin hole. Incredibly, having two cocks inside her simultaneously stirred her basic emotions and she had a third orgasm, swallowing the cum that spurted into her mouth as she felt the warm wetness filling her ass. After they had satisfied themselves once more, her firm, young breasts and dark nipples were mauled by their hands and their mouths. They were strong men and they were relentless, and the fact that she was young, beautiful, and completely under their control added to their sexual arousal, which kept their cocks stiff, and allowed them to go on an on, enjoying the soft young flesh spread out before them.

Eventually, when Maria was exhausted, beyond hope and beyond caring, their lust was spent. The two men rested for a few minutes to regain their breath, then they got dressed, straightened their uniforms, smoothing out any wrinkles. They looked down at their naked victim, slumped in the back seat, barely moving.

"Get dressed," one of them ordered her. "We'll take you back now. That was the deal we agreed to." The two got back into the front seat and watched the woman start to move.

Maria slowly gathered up her clothes and began to dress. "Hurry up, for fuck sake," snarled the driver. "If you take much longer I'll be ready to go again and I might throw another fuck into you."

He started the engine, and the car lurched into gear. Maria finished dressing as they drove back into town. When they got back to the exact place where she had been abducted, the car pulled over to the sidewalk.

"Get out," said the driver, "and if you ever breathe a word of this to anyone, we'll find you and we'll kill you. Understand?"

The back door couldn't be opened from the inside, so the other cop got out and opened the door for her. Silently and slowly Maria got out of the cruiser. "Pay attention to what he just said. We'll kill you for sure if you say a word about this to anyone."

Maria looked him in the eye for a second, then dropped her gaze downward.

He got back into the car, and it sped away, leaving Maria standing on the sidewalk, battered, bruised, humiliated, and in pain. Her pussy, nipples, and ass ached from the abuse she had taken.

In the speeding cruiser, the cop turned to the partner. "Holy fuck, that was the best one yet, amigo. She was a real beauty. And definitely the tightest pussy we've had so far." 

"Oh yeah, she was the best fuck ever. But that little pussy is not as tight as it used to be. We gave it a good stretching, no?"

"We sure did, and we stretched her cute little asshole pretty good too."

"Yup, we did a good public service tonight. When the little slut gets married, things will go in much easier for her husband on their wedding night, thanks to us!"

And they both roared with coarse laughter.

* * * *

After the cops left, Maria stood still for several minutes, leaning against a nearby wall for support. Slowly, she regained some strength. A few people walked past and looked at her curiously, but none offered to help, thinking she was either drunk or on drugs. Eventually she pushed herself away from the wall and walked unsteadily onto the road. She waved down a passing taxi. She spoke one word quietly.

"Bastards!"

She eased her way painfully into the taxi and told the driver to take her to the nearest hospital. And it was at the hospital where she reported her rape, and the second part of her ordeal began.

The doctors treated her, taking semen samples from various parts of her body. They treated her for bruises and shock. The hospital staff called the police, who came along with a stack of forms to be completed. There was a stunned silence from everyone when Maria announced that her rapists had been two police officers, and she had the badge number of one of them. When she dropped her gaze as she left the rapists cruiser, she had taken note of the cop's badge number, and she had memorized it.

After several hours of treatment and questioning, she was allowed to go home.

But the nightmare was not yet over. The two cops were brought in for questioning by the Neuvo Laredo police department of Internal Affairs. They had their story ready.

They had certainly had sex with a young prostitute the previous evening, but it had been consensual and they had paid her for her services. They had been off-duty at the time. They had not beaten the woman, so if she had bruising it must have come from a later customer. They were sorry they had used a police vehicle for personal matters, and would avoid doing that in the future. They were sorry to hear that the prostitute had been later beaten, and offered to assist in the search for the customer who had done it.

The story made headline news in the local papers and TV. Maria's picture was everywhere, and people in the town were sharply divided about who was telling the truth.

In the end the cops won and Maria lost. The cops were deducted a week's pay each for consorting with a prostitute and for using a police vehicle for sex. Maria was simply telephoned and told that the case was closed.

Two weeks after the rape, Maria returned to her job as an executive assistant. She quickly sensed the change in atmosphere at work. Her few close friends supported her, but almost everywhere she went conversations suddenly stopped when she appeared. She could sense the hostility among certain members of the staff and management. People were openly referring to her as "The Whore" in whispered conversations. Maria adopted a dignified silence and assumed that it would all blow over in time. 

She never learned whether Pedro believed her or not. He simply called one day to say that they needed to spend some time apart. He would call her soon, he said, but he never did. 

Three weeks after returning to work, Maria was called to the office of the manager of Human Resources. It was on a Monday morning. There was to be a restructuring, she was told. Some of the work currently being done in Neuvo Laredo was being transferred to the main office in Monterrey, she was told. Unfortunately, her job was being eliminated. They had tried to find another position for her in the Company but, sadly, nothing was available. She was thanked for her work, and handed a final pay check equal to two months pay.

Thank you, and goodbye.

A stunned Maria was walked to the front door, handed a small box containing her personal belongings, given a quick handshake, and ushered onto the street.

As she walked down the street towards her bus stop, still in a daze at the rapid turn of events, she sensed a car slowing up alongside her, keeping pace with her as she walked. She looked over and her heart skipped a beat when she saw the police cruiser … and in the cruiser, smiling at her, were her two rapists.

The cop in the passenger seat rolled down his window.

"Hi Maria," he called cheerfully. "Can we give you a ride anywhere?"

She ignored him and began to walk a little faster, her heart hammering in her chest. The cruiser kept pace with her easily.

"Hey baby, how about if the three of us get together again? The last time was a lot of fun," he jeered.

"Go away and leave me alone, bastard," she hissed at him.

He laughed at her discomfort. "Well, let's put it this way," he chortled. "It will be either this … or this ..." When he said the first 'this' he made an obscene up-and-down licking gesture with his tongue, and when he said the second 'this', he drew his finger across his throat.

"You decide which way it's going to be, baby." The smile had disappeared from his face. "And don't take too long in deciding, because we're going to be in touch with you real soon. You should have taken our advice about not talking."

He looked around quickly to make sure no-one else was within earshot. "We're gonna fuck you so bad that the last time will seem like a picnic with grandma in comparison. After we're finished with you, we're gonna dump you in the river." Then he spat on the street in front of her.


Maria's Life Goes Bad Ch. 02



Maria did not like her work as a maid in the hotel, finding it boring and tiring, but she figured that it was a temporary situation until something better came along, and she was watching for any opportunity to improve her situation. Exactly one week to the day after she was hired, Gonzalez came into the room where she was working. He closed the door behind him, locking it and putting on the security chain.

"Good morning, Maria. It is payday for you, and also for me." He handed her an envelope. Maria took the envelope from him and looked inside. She could see a thin wad of twenty-dollar bills. She put the envelope into her apron pocket without counting the money.

"$600 as we agreed. Now it's your turn to pay me," he said, and Maria could see the bulge in the front of his pants.

"OK," she shrugged, and putting her hand on his chest she pushed him back against the wall. As she prepared to drop to her knees, he grabbed her elbows and held her up.

"Let me touch you first," he croaked, his voice hoarse with passion.

Again Maria merely said "OK" and she stood with her arms hanging by her side. Gonzalez began to run his hands over her body, starting with her breasts, and then cupping the cheeks of her ass in his hands, squeezing and caressing the tight round globes. His breathing grew rapid as he put a hand under her short uniform skirt and stoked her mound through her panties. He fingered the softness of her flesh through the thin panties and that stiffened his cock even more.

"I've been watching you this week, Maria, and I think you are very beautiful. I'm hoping that we will have a long and satisfactory arrangement." He couldn't believe his luck that he was fondling this beautiful young woman in the most intimate manner, and she was making no attempt to stop him. As he continued to stroke her pussy, he leaned forward to kiss Maria on the mouth.

But Maria had decided that he'd had enough fondling, so she pulled away from him and dropped to her knees in front of him. Quickly she unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock, which was completely stiff. She leaned forward and engulfed the cock with her mouth and sucked hard, stroking him with her hand as before. The excitement of the moment was too much for the sex-starved man and he immediately exploded into her mouth with a loud groan. He cried aloud with pleasure as he held Maria's head and fucked her mouth as fast as he could. Once again, Maria held his cum in her mouth until his thrusts had finished. She released the limp cock and went to the bathroom to spit out the cum and rinse her mouth. When she returned to the bedroom, Gonzalez was sitting in the chair. He looked at her appreciatively.

"Come and sit here, Maria," he smiled at her, patting his knee.

"No sir, thank you. I have a lot of work to do." She knew that if she sat on his knee he would have his hand up her skirt again, and she had already given him enough.

He looked disappointed. "Oh well, perhaps next time. I meant what I said a minute ago. You are very beautiful and I've grown very fond of you in only one week. I want to make our arrangement as good for you as possible."

"Thank you, sir, I like our arrangement too and I want to make you happy." Maria didn't give a shit about his happiness. He was a pig, just like the cops, but she was using him as a means to an end. She would play this game with Gonzalez as long as it suited her, and not a moment longer.

Gonzalez stood up and re-established his position as manager. "Thank you, Miss Santos! Your performance is most satisfactory so far. I shall see you next week." Maria gave him a small curtsy as he turned and left the room. 

After he left, Maria locked the door again and lay down on her side on the bed. She realized that she was feeling sexually aroused, and wondered what had caused it. Was it his hands on her breasts and pussy that had aroused her? Was it the feeling of the hard cock in her hands and mouth? Was it the sense of power over the manager that she liked? Whatever it was, she was aware that she had needs also, and those needs were not being met. She had thought that the rape would have put her off sex forever, but that had been many weeks ago, and her body was now craving the gentle touch of a lover. She didn't have Pedro to help her with her sexual needs. He had abandoned her after the rape. She put her hand under her skirt, just like Gonzales had done a few minutes ago, and was rewarded with a pleasant tingle when her fingers stroked between her legs. It felt so good. She rolled onto her back, slid her panties down past her knees, and spread her thighs. Both hands went to work on her pussy, one set of fingers spreading the flesh apart, while the other teased the clit and stroked the smooth skin, then plunged in and out of the wet hole. She sighed with pleasure as the delicious sensations spread through her, dreaming that her fingers were the thick cock of a handsome lover, filling her hole, stretching her wide. The wonderful orgasm that soon ripped through her also brought tears of happiness rolling down her cheeks. She realized that she could still love and be loved, despite all the ordeals she had endured. One day she could lead a normal life again.

* * * *

Over the next two or three weeks, a similar situation occurred, with the hotel manager getting a blow job after a few minutes of caressing Maria's slim body. Hector Gonzalez was making almost no attempt to hide his growing feelings for Maria, and Maria had come to realize that Hector was trapped, in a different way from her, but trapped nevertheless. The love had long ago died in Hector's marriage. His wife was deeply religious and believed that sex was for procreation, never for pleasure. For medical reasons she couldn't have children, so Hector couldn't have sex. To her, it was as simple as that. And the few good looks she once had disappeared with her sex drive. The only two things that now mattered in her life were her church and her food. And she over-dosed on both. For a long time, Hector had been living a life of quiet desperation.

Then Maria had walked into his office. And now Hector was hopelessly infatuated with the beautiful young woman who was satisfying his sexual needs. He figured that something dreadful had happened to her, to drive her to act this way, and wanted to help her any way he could. But, in the meantime, he would continue to accept the current situation.

Their relationship changed after the fourth week. Hector met Maria in one of the rooms, as usual but, for the first time, they sat and talked for a while. Maria had warmed toward Hector, and no longer considered him a pig, but he was still just a means to an end for her. She sensed that he was lonely, in need of love and companionship, similar to her. After talking for a while, Hector led her to the bed, and they lay down face to face, fully clothed, while they continued to talk. He caressed her gently as they spoke, and Maria felt the first familiar stirrings in her pussy. It was very pleasant.

Hector rose up on one elbow and looked down at her. "Every time we meet, it is always you who pleasures me," he began. "Let me pleasure you for a change. Is that alright?"

Maria nodded.

"To do that, I need to undress you"

Maria had been masturbating more frequently lately, always after sucking Hector's cock, and in between times too. The thought of having sex with him was not as repellant as she thought it might be. If having his cock in her mouth was arousing, surely having the same cock in her pussy would be even better.

"I don't want you to do this, but I'm not in a position to refuse, am I?"

"No you're not. But I'll be gentle."

"What will you do to me?" she asked nervously.

"Just lie back and don't resist."

Obediently, Marie rolled onto her back and closed her eyes. She was extremely nervous, anxious, excited, all at the same time. She felt Hector push the skirt of her uniform up around her waist. After a moment's hesitation, she lifted her ass off the bed slightly to make it easier for him to remove her panties. She accepted the inevitable. He whispered some words of awe as he saw her shapely, naked legs for the first time. A patch of jet-black pubic hair contrasted against her pale skin. She felt the wetness in her pussy as he eased her thighs apart, and she waited nervously for his first touch. The first touch was his lips and tongue on her exposed clitoris, which made her gasp and involuntarily thrust her hips upwards. Her mind was crying "No!", but her body was sending a different message. His tongue felt wonderful, much better than her fingers, and she pushed her body against his mouth. She felt his tongue probe inside her, while a moistened fingertip stroked her swollen clit. She desperately wanted to feel her pussy being filled.

It was a conflict for her. Emotionally she wished he would leave her alone, but physically she craved his touch.

Hector sensed her need, but he continued to tease her with his lips and tongue for a few more minutes. Finally, he pulled himself away from her dripping hole and sat up on the bed. He quickly threw off his pants and undershorts and lay back down between her legs. Her hips were doing slight gyrations, trying to re-establish physical contact. Hector positioned the tip of his stiff cock at the entrance to Maria's cunt, and when she felt it there, she pushed upwards as far as she could. The stiff shaft slid easily into her lubricated hole, stretching her flesh as it entered her, and the sensation brought a loud gasp from both of them.

Maria whispered a long moan as she felt her cunt muscles grip the thick cock inside her, and Hector bit the pillow to stifle his own groans of pleasure at the exquisite sensation in his loins. They began to thrust against each other, keeping perfect time, but the feelings were too intense to be maintained for long, and both climaxed quickly. Hector came first, crying her name aloud as his hips thrust furiously, his cum being injected into the deepest recesses of her cunt. Within seconds, Maria's orgasm overwhelmed her too, and she thrust against Hector wildly, trying to get his cock in even deeper. Maria's cunt muscles maintained a firm grip on Hector's cock, which allowed them to continue thrusting for a few minutes after Hector had stopped ejaculating.

Finally, exhausted, Hector collapsed on top of Maria, and they both lay silently, catching their breath. He rose up onto his elbow again and looked down at Maria, who seemed to be asleep. She was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen, and now she looked absolutely serene. He could scarcely believe that he had just fucked such an attractive woman. Her eyes were closed and she wore an expression of complete innocence. The top half of her body was covered in her maid's uniform, but below her waist she was naked and completely open to his gaze. Her pubic hair was wet from his mouth, and her smooth, pale legs were still spread wide-open, making her seem erotic and inviting. He could see every detail of her pussy, which was swollen and red from the pounding he had given it. He reached down and covered her dark, wet mound with his hand. He stroked the smooth skin in her pussy with a fingertip, even letting the finger gently circle the hole that his cock had just vacated. Maria didn't move, and he felt his cock twitch. My god, he thought, am I really ready to fuck her again? So soon after that wild fuck that ended just a few minutes ago? He would have liked to mount her again, but she seemed so vulnerable that he felt he'd be taking advantage of the helpless girl. He leaned down and kissed her again on the mouth, letting his lips linger on hers, savoring her softness. He pushed his tongue forward and her mouth opened, letting his tongue touch hers. 

He lifted his head away and looked at his watch. He didn't have time to fuck the girl again, much as he wanted to.

With a sigh, he roused her, and helped her off the bed and into the bathroom, to clean herself up and remove his semen from her body. He washed himself too and got dressed. When Maria emerged from the bathroom a few minutes later, she was fully dressed and looking as though nothing had happened.

"Maria, we need to talk," he said to her.

"OK," she replied and sat down in one of the chairs. 

"Maria," he began nervously, "things have changed for us today. I have to tell you that I've grown very fond of you -- very fond indeed. This "arrangement" we have has to change. I must see you more often. I think I'm in love with you and I must see you as often as possible. I know that I'm sounding foolish, but I have to say what's on my mind. Please, let me see you more often."

Maria had looked at him calmly as he spoke. When he finished his plea she answered.

"Today you made me realize that I have needs to, so it's OK if we have sex instead of me just sucking you. But there has to be a change in the money part of the arrangement. I need more than $600 a week if you intend fucking me more often. I need it because I have something to do, something very important to me, and I need a lot of money to do it."

Hector felt happy. "I will be a considerate lover for you. I will always be gentle, I promise. As for the money, that is no problem. Perhaps I can even help you more in that regard." 

"OK, that's fine. But now we must both get back to work. "

And so Maria entered a new phase in her life. This was not part of her plan, but to have a lover who brought her physical pleasure wouldn't change what she had to do in the long run.

She felt more contented than at any time since her rape.

* * * *

Their meetings became more regular, as often as three times a week. Hector was completely besotted with his beautiful young employee, and was like a child in a candy store when he was with her. Maria grew accustomed to him stripping her naked as soon as they were alone, and didn't make any attempt to resist as he moved her body into different positions for sex. She let him do to her whatever he wanted. She was fucked doggy style, fucked up against a wall, made to straddle Hector and ride his cock. She did it because she had no choice, but also she loved the delicious orgasms she experienced. She hated him and loved him at the same time.

One day, as they were lying in bed recovering from the exertions of sex, Hector raised the subject of money. He had been secretly taking money from his wife's bank account to pay Maria, and wasn't sure how long it would be before he was discovered.

"Why do you need so much money? Are you planning to buy something?"

"I can't tell you the details, so please don't ask. Let me just say that I have a debt to pay, and it will take a lot of money to repay it."

"I don't understand. Tell me what this debt is all about so that I can help you."

"No. It's too personal." Maria had no intention of telling Hector that she had been brutally beaten and raped by two policemen, and she needed money to hire someone to kill them.

Hector sighed. "Well then, even if you won't tell me, I have an idea on how you can make more money. Do you want to hear my idea?"

"Yes, of course."

Hector rose up and sat on the edge of the bed. "Now, I want you to listen to everything I have to say before jumping to any wrong conclusions. OK?"

Maria was puzzled but nodded her agreement.

"OK then. We have a regular customer who comes to stay in the hotel a few times a month. His name is William MacGregor, and he's extremely rich. His family came to the USA several generations ago and made a fortune, first in cattle, then in oil. He has more money than we can imagine. He lives in a huge estate about 50 miles from here."

"How old is he?" asked Maria.

"I'd guess about sixty to sixty-five, but he's in pretty good shape for his age. You might also wonder why he comes to this hotel so often, and that's where the story gets interesting."

"OK, I'm listening."

"Let's just say that Mr. MacGregor has some strange interests. He always stays just one night, and after his business meeting during the day, young women visit him in his room."

"No, no, no," cried Maria, jumping up from the bed, sensing where the conversation was going. "Despite what you might think, I'm not a whore. I'm not interested. The answer is definitely no!"

"Calm down, please. I told you to wait until you'd heard everything I had to say. Please sit down and listen to the rest of the story."

Maria glared at Hector, hesitated for a moment, then sat down on the bed with a thump.

"I want you for myself, remember? I'm not going to suggest that you have sex with anyone else," Hector said soothingly. "I'm trying to help you with your money problem."

"Then we understand each other. Please carry on with your story."

"Over the years, I've gotten to know some of these young women, and they have told me in confidence a little bit about what happens when they are in the room. Mr. MacGregor has strange desires."

"I'm not sure that I want to hear about his strange desires," said Maria cautiously.

"Well, I'm going to tell you anyway. He pays them $1000 per hour, and he never lays a finger on them. What do you think about that?"

"He pays one thousand dollars an hour? That's incredible! What do they do for that kind of money?"

"They play-act."

"What does 'play-act' mean? They perform like actors for $1000 per hour?"

"Yes, but they say he never touches them, and they are never asked to touch him.

Maria was suspicious and highly dubious. "That means there is no sex involved? What kind of roles must they perform?"

"That's what you have to find out. If what they tell me is true, then you have nothing to fear and possibly a lot of money to gain.

Maria thought about the money and made a quick decision. "OK, I'm interested, as long as the 'no touching' part is correct. What do I have to do now?" 

"You need to meet him. He's staying in the hotel today, in suite 301, our best suite. What you need to do is be in the room, doing housekeeping work, when he comes back from his business meeting. Show him a little big of cleavage, or a little bit of those great legs of yours, and see if he's interested. You've got nothing to lose."

"I'm really not sure about this. It seems too good to be true." Maria was very hesitant, but the possibility of the large amount of extra cash was too appealing to ignore. "What time should I be in his room?"

"I'd say by 3PM. If the situation starts to get too weird in any way, you simply walk out the door."

Maria looked at her watch. "In that case, I'd better get moving. I still have some work to do then I need to freshen up before three o'clock."

Maria started to get dressed. Hector gave her a quick kiss on the lips. "Remember, you can walk out of that room at any time." He looked at her lovingly as she dressed. She was beautiful naked, partially dressed, or fully dressed. He loved her so much, and he had a slight dread that he might have done something foolish in letting the strange man MacGregor near her. But he wanted to help her with her financial situation. And he couldn't continue to pay her indefinitely himself.

Everything will be fine, he convinced himself. But the worry did not go away.

Hector Gonzalez had every reason to worry. It wasn't just him who thought that Maria was beautiful. Everyone who met her felt the same way. And Maria was about to meet the very wealthy William MacGregor.

* * * *

Maria finished her work and went to her room. She showered and changed into fresh clothes. She put on her newest maid's uniform, including an apron and the tiny maid's hat. She brushed her long straight, jet black hair and put on a touch of lipstick. She checked herself in the mirror and was pleased with her appearance.

At five minutes to three, she went to suite 301 and let herself in with her pass key. There was no-one there. She had brought a feather duster with her, and would be dusting the furniture when MacGregor returned. She went to the door and looked out of the security peephole. She could see the entire length of the hallway outside the room.




Maria's Life Goes Bad Ch. 02



She leaned back against the wall and began to wonder if she was doing the right thing. This MacGregor might be a madman. What if she wanted to leave, but the man stopped her. She had been beaten and raped once and never wanted to risk anything like that again. She had just decided to forget the whole thing and leave, when she heard the elevator bell ding. It was too late!

She looked out the peephole and saw a tall man step out of the elevator and turn towards the room. He seemed younger and fitter than she had expected. Her heart was pounding in her chest. She dashed away from the door to a dresser several feet away and began to dust it with the feather duster, although there was not a speck of dust to be removed. Just as she heard the door open, she bent over to dust the lower part of the dresser. When William MacGregor walked into the room, he stopped in his tracks, surprised at what he saw.

MacGregor gaped. A few feet away from him a young woman was bent over beside the dresser. He couldn't see her face, but he clearly saw her shapely ass and wonderful legs, and he liked what he saw.

"Excuse me. Who are you?" he said, closing the door behind him.

Maria stood up quickly and turned around, pretending to be surprised. "I'm sorry, sir, I'm the maid and I was sent by the manager to do a final check of your room. He wanted to make sure that everything is perfect for you." 

MacGregor eyed her appreciatively. A pretty face to match a great body, he thought. "Well, I'd say everything is absolutely perfect. In fact, I don't think I've ever seen the room look better. What's your name, young lady?"

"Maria, sir."

"Well, Maria, I appreciate good service and I reward good service." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a thick wad of bills. He peeled off a bill, glanced up at Maria again, then peeled off a second bill. He handed the stunned woman $200. "Thank you for looking after my room."

"Thank you, sir," said Maria, almost overwhelmed at how easy it had been to earn such a large sum of money. "If there's nothing else you need, I'll leave you."

"You can't leave just yet, because I haven't checked the rest of the suite. Let's walk around together to see if there's anything else to be done."

"Of course, sir," and she gave a slight curtsy.

MacGregor smiled at her. Oh yes, he thought, a very pretty little maid indeed. And I like the curtsy. A nice touch! I must get to know her better. This little maid is stunning.

As they walked through the suite, with MacGregor slightly behind so he could watch her, he asked her to check various features of the room. Is the plug in the bathtub working OK? Is the bathmat clean enough? Is the bar fridge stocked up properly? All of the questions he asked required Maria to bend over to check, and MacGregor got a good look at her each time she bent over. He tilted his head quickly at one point, trying to see up her short skirt. All he saw was the back of shapely, pale thighs, but it was enough to make his heart beat a little faster.

Maria was well aware of the game he was playing. Her nervousness had gone, and she had the strong feeling that it was she who was in control of the situation. Each time she bent over, she put on a little display for his benefit, showing ass and thighs and cleavage as much as possible.

It had only taken her a few minutes, but she was playing MacGregor like a hooked fish already. The feeling of power made her bolder.

"Well, sir, everything seems to be fine. But the manager would be annoyed with me if I left before I had done everything necessary to make your stay as enjoyable as possible. Is there anything else I can help you with?"

MacGregor licked his lips nervously. "Gonzalez expects you to do everything necessary, you say?"

"Yes sir."

He licked his lips again. "Can I be assured of your discretion, Maria?"

"Yes sir."

MacGregor sat down in a chair a few feet away, facing her. "Well," he began hesitatingly, "I've really been admiring your maid's uniform -- I love to see young women in uniform --- and I was wondering --- I mean to say, don't you think the hem of your skirt is too long?"

Maria looked down at her skirt. The hem was above her knees. "Yes sir, perhaps it is a little too long."

MacGregor seemed relieved at her answer. "That's what I think too. Why don't you lift the hem up a little to see if that makes it look better?"

"I would, sir, but I'm a bit concerned about the time. I should be going home and I don't get paid overtime here."

MacGregor jumped to his feet. "Don't worry about that. I'll pay you overtime." He again pulled out the wad of bills from his pocket. He peeled off several of the bills, and placed them on the dresser. "That should take care of your overtime. Now then, why don't you lift the hem of your skirt a little for me?" 

Obediently, Maria put her hands on her thighs and pulled up her skirt an inch or two. 

"Is that better now, sir?"

MacGregor had sat back down in the chair, and now leaned forward to get a closer look.

"Oh yes, that's much better. But I think it's still too long. A little bit higher yet?"

"Yes sir," and she slowly eased her skirt up a bit more. The hem was now roughly halfway up her thighs.

He was beginning to breathe harder. "You have very nice legs, Maria. You should not let them be hidden so much by a silly old skirt. A little bit higher, I think."

"Thank you sir." It was obvious to Maria where this was leading, so she decided to speed things up a bit. She started inching her skirt higher, inch by inch, but this time she kept going until she knew that he could see her panties. MacGregor gasped aloud when he saw her mound, covered in thin, lacy panties.

"Oh my dear, you are such a lovely girl, and those panties are simply adorable," he whispered. He leaned even further forward in his chair until his face was only about two feet away from her crotch. He gazed at her mound intently and his heart gave a little flutter as he saw a single, black pubic hair poking out from under the fabric. Maria was prepared to jump back if he reached out, but he didn't move, simply sitting and staring as though in a trance.

"Would you be kind enough to lift your skirt so that I could see all of your panties?" he asked, his voice still in a whisper.

What the hell, Maria thought to herself. He seemed harmless enough so far. If he wanted a good look, Maria would give him a good look. She figured she had been paid over a thousand dollars, so he deserved his money's worth.

She hiked her skirt all the way to her waist, and moved her feet slightly apart, which opened her thighs about an inch. That should give him an eyeful, she thought.

"Oh my goodness! Oh my goodness!" was all he could say as he stared, transfixed, at her body. Her panties were tight, so he could see every crease or fold in her flesh. He could see the crack in the flesh between her legs. His breathing was now very fast and Maria saw a noticeable bulge in the front of his pants. Without being asked, she began to slowly turn around. Might as well let him have a close up view of her ass too, she thought. Hector has been seeing a lot of it lately, so why not MacGregor too? 

He gazed at her perfect, round ass as Maria turned around, watching her muscles moved delightfully under the fabric. He eyed the crack between her cheeks carefully. He imagined what her tight little butt-hole would look like. He knew that it would be like a little rosebud. He had never seen anything as wonderful as this charming girl in her panties. By the time Maria had completed her turn and was looking at him again, his face was flushed as though he'd been in the sun.

OK, she thought, show's over. I don't want to give this old man a heart attack. She dropped her skirt back into position, and straightened out her uniform.

"Will that be all now, sir?" she asked politely.

"I want to buy your panties," he announced, dragging his eyes off her lower body and looking at her.

Maria was startled at his comment. "I can't sell my panties, sir, I need them."

"How much do you want for them? I must have them."

"I can't go home without panties, sir. What would my parents think if they found out?"

"You can buy new ones on the way home. But I must have the ones you are wearing. Look, here is the money." He jumped to his feet once more, pulled out the wad of bills from his pocket, and put it all on the dresser beside the rest of her money. There was now a significant pile of $100 bills on the dresser.

It was an easy decision for her. "Well, if you have to have them so badly, I cannot refuse." She reached under her skirt with both hands, took hold of the panties and pulled them down over her knees. They dropped to her ankles, and she stepped out of them. 

MacGregor pounced on them like an eagle dropping on a rabbit. He scooped up the panties with a cry of delight and pressed them to his cheek. "Oh, they are wonderful, wonderful," he cried, his eyes closed in pleasure. "They are lovely and warm from your bottom!" He buried his face in the panties, murmuring with happiness. Maria had never seen anything like it in her life.

He began to unbuckle his pants belt, and unzip his pants. Maria opened her eyes wide in alarm, and began to edge toward the door. There was no way she was going to let him fuck her, money or no money. And she now realized that being without panties, there was one less obstacle for him to overcome if he did decide to try to fuck her. She knew that despite his age, he was still strong enough to get her down on the floor if he wanted to, and he could have his cock inside her in seconds. And his cock was clearly erect and ready for action. 

But there was no cause for her to be alarmed.

"I must put these lovely panties on, right now," he cried happily. "Turn your back if you wish, Maria, while I change into them."

But Maria was too fascinated to turn away.

When MacGregor dropped his pants, she could see that he was already wearing women's panties. He pulled them off quickly, and his stiff cock sprang into view. MacGregor was grinning happily as he pulled on Maria's panties, stuffing his erection inside them.

"I can feel the warmth of your bottom on mine," he called out to her, a huge smile on his face. "It's almost like our bare bottoms were touching each other. You have made me so happy." And he began wiggling his hips erotically.

Afterwards, Maria wondered what made her do it, but she could never figure it out. What she did was as much of a surprise to her as it was to MacGregor.

On an impulse, she picked up the feather duster off the dresser, walked the few steps over to where MacGregor was gyrating, and slid the duster between his legs.

"You're a very naughty man for putting on my panties," she scolded, moving the duster back and forward between his legs. "Do you realize that your big cock is now in the same place as my pussy was a few seconds ago? That's almost like putting your big cock into my tight pussy, and that would be a very naughty thing to do. I'm just a poor little innocent maid, and it would be a very naughty thing for you to push your big cock into me. Do you want to fuck me, is that what you're thinking, you bad, bad boy? I think that you deserve to be spanked on your bare bottom with this feather duster."

MacGregor's eyes shot wide open. He gasped, "Yes, I've been thinking very naughty thoughts and I should be spanked," then gave a loud groan and collapsed back into the chair, masturbating furiously, holding his cock through the panties. Maria watched him ejaculate, a wet stain spreading across the front of the panties. She backed away, uncertain what to do next. One thing she was sure off; there was no longer any danger of her being fucked.

He stroked his cock furiously for about a minute, his hips jerking and thrusting, clearly having a massive orgasm. Maria wondered why she didn't feel embarrassed, but instead was a bit excited by the reaction she had caused. There was silence in the room for a little while as he recovered. Eventually he stood up without speaking, went to the bathroom for a towel, which he wrapped around his waist. He came back into the room and smiled at Maria, who was now anxious to leave as soon as possible.

"Thank you, Maria. That was wonderful. It's been many years since I felt like that, and it was all thanks to you. We're finished here now, so you can go home. But I'd like to talk to you tomorrow. It will be just to talk. There won't be any activities like we just had. And I'll pay you for your time. Will you come here tomorrow at 1PM to talk?"

"Yes sir. I'll be here at one o'clock," Maria said quietly, and gave him another curtsy.

He smiled at her warmly. "I love it when you do that. Don't forget your money. It was well earned."

Maria picked up the money off the dresser, wished him a good evening, and left. When she got to her room she dumped all the money on the bed and counted it. They were all $100 bills. And there were thirty-two of them. She reached under her skirt and inserted a finger into her pussy. As she suspected, she was quite moist. Apparently, it wasn't just MacGregor who had been excited today!

She looked at the time. It was 4:15PM. She had been in MacGregor's room just over an hour. She had made $3,200.

And he hadn't laid a finger on her.

* * * *

Around noon the next day, Gonzalez crept quietly into the room where Maria was working. He closed and locked the door. Maria was busy making a bed and didn't hear him. He quietly approached the unsuspecting woman, who was bent over tucking in a sheet, and ran his hand up her skirt, groping her pussy.

Maria shrieked in fright and sprang away from him. "Don't be so stupid," she yelled at him.

"So I'm stupid, am I?" he snapped angrily. "Stupid? Stupid for hiring you, maybe. I've come to collect my dues," he snarled and nodded towards the bed. "Lie down."

Maria grew angry at his attitude toward her. "We had sex yesterday and I'm too busy today. You'll just have to wait until it's more convenient."

"It's convenient when I say so, not you, and it's convenient right now. So lie down."

"No. Go away and leave me alone."

Gonzalez leapt at her and grabbed the startled woman around the waist. He twisted her around and forced her onto the bed face down. Maria was kicking and thrashing helplessly as he lay on top of her back, preventing her escape. He unbuckled his pants and pushed them and his shorts down to his ankles. Still holding Maria on the bed with the weight of his body, he clawed her skirt up around her waist and pulled her panties down past her knees, exposing her naked ass.

Maria was struggling desperately, but she had no chance against his weight and strength. "You bastard," she gasped. "Let me go or you'll be sorry."

"You need to learn who the boss is around here, and I'm going to teach you right now," he panted. He put both hands on her back, pressing her face and chest into the bed, then rolled on top of her. Maria could feel his stiff erection pressing into her buttocks. He forced her legs apart with his knees, reached down underneath the still struggling woman, and guided his cock to her pussy.

"Don't do this, I'm begging you," she cried, fully aware that nothing she could say would make him change his mind.

Gonzalez didn't answer, but pushed his hips downward, and his cock entered Maria, causing her to groan in despair. He pushed all the way in and began to thrust into her rhythmically while tears of humiliation and anger ran down Maria's cheeks, wetting the bed sheets. The only sounds in the room were Maria's quiet sobs, and the soft slapping of his thighs on her buttocks. Eventually he groaned and thrust faster, and she could feel the sudden wetness as he came inside her. When he was done, he collapsed onto her back and lay still, breathing heavily.

Maria thrust back hard with an elbow and forced him to roll off her. She pushed herself off the bed and staggered into the bathroom. She sat on the toilet and cried in frustration, at the same time squeezing her rapist's cum out of her body into a wad of tissues. She couldn't believe she had been raped again, this time by a man she had trusted. She wrapped the damp wad of tissues in a facecloth, and put the small bundle into her pocket. Then she washed herself, re-adjusted her clothing and walked back into the bedroom.

Gonzalez was standing, fully dressed in the middle of the room. He stared at her defiantly. "That was totally unnecessary. You failed to live up to your end of our agreement."

"And you promised me that you would always be gentle."

"That's too bad. You brought it on yourself. I hope you've learned a lesson."

Maria took the few steps across the room and kicked him in the balls, very hard. Gonzalez uttered a gurgled cry of agony and fell to the floor, rolling around in the fetal position, his hands clutching his crushed balls. He was gagging and trying hard to breathe.

"And I hope that you've learned a lesson too," snapped Maria as she turned away. 

Maria walked out and went to her room. It was almost one o'clock, and time for her meeting with MacGregor. She packed her few belongings into her small suitcase, changed out of the maid's uniform and back into the business suit she was wearing the day she arrived at the hotel several weeks earlier. She left her maid's uniform on the bed, but put the small bundle of cum-soaked issues in her pocket.

Her days at the hotel were over.

* * * *

She walked to MacGregor's suite carrying her suitcase, and knocked on the door at one o'clock precisely. MacGregor opened the door smiling, but the smile was replaced by a puzzled frown when he saw the street clothes she was wearing.

"Maria? I hardly recognize you. Come in, please." She walked into the room and MacGregor closed the door. "I was hoping to see you in that charming maid's outfit."

"I'm sorry, sir, but I'm not a maid here any more. I just quit a few minutes ago."

"My goodness, what happened?"

"Let's just say that Mr. Gonzalez doesn't have my respect any more, so I cannot work for him." 

He gave her a questioning look. "I don't want to know the details, but I can guess."

Maria nodded her thanks. "You asked me to come and talk with you, sir."

"Yes, yes, of course. It's quite a coincidence that you should now be unemployed, because I'm going to offer you a job. Would you like to come and work for me?"

"A job? What kind of job?" Maria was genuinely surprised.

"I'm the Chairman of a group of Companies called MacGregor Enterprises. My son, Donald, is the CEO. We need a personal assistant. The last one left a few weeks ago, and I'm getting into a muddle. We need someone to look after our affairs. You know, make travel arrangements, set up meetings, handle our correspondence and email, that sort of thing. Do you have any experience in that area?"

"Yes, sir, I do. Before I came to this hotel I was an executive assistant in Neuvo Laredo. I'm trained in the type of work you mention."

"Really? Well, that's just splendid, splendid! The job only pays $2,000 per week, but it's not difficult work, and you'll have lots of personal time off. Are you interested?"

Maria's eyes had nearly popped wide when he mentioned the salary, but she stayed outwardly calm. 

"It sounds fine, sir, but there is a problem. I don't have a Green Card, so I can't work here legally."

"Don't worry about that. I have influential friends who will get you a Green Card within a few days." He hesitated thoughtfully for a few moments. "Is the lack of a Green Card part of your problem with the hotel manager?"

Maria dropped her eyes. "Yes sir."

"OK, I get the picture very clearly. What a despicable man to take advantage of such a pretty young girl. Well, you don't have to worry about that any more. My car is coming to pick me up at 1:30. Can you be ready to leave then?"




Maria's Life Goes Bad Ch. 02



"Yes, sir, but there is one more question I have. About yesterday, we did a little role-playing. Will that be part of my duties too?"

He looked at her kindly. "No, my dear young lady, not part of your duties. But if you can bring yourself to help an old man with his strange needs every once in a while, just as you did yesterday, I will view that as an act of generosity on your part, and I will be equally generous to you in return. And that is in addition to your salary."

"Thank you, sir, I understand. I will be happy to help you as much as I can, in all respects."

"Splendid, splendid, this is most exciting," he enthused. "Welcome to MacGregor Enterprises. You've made an old man very happy. Now, be at the front door of the hotel in ten minutes, and we'll be on our way. My car will be waiting."

"I'll be there, sir. I have only to tell Mr. Gonzalez that I'll be leaving and that should only take a moment or two."

Maria left MacGregor and went to Gonzalez's office. She was aware that she was wearing the same clothes as she had been on the day she had walked into his office looking for a job. She knocked on the door and walked in, not waiting for an answer. Gonzalez was leaning against his desk, slightly stooped, clearly still in great discomfort.

When he saw her he glared at her with pure hatred. "You'll be sorry for what you did, really sorry."

Maria shrugged. "You deserved it. I'm here to tell you that I'm leaving."

It suddenly dawned on Gonzalez that she was wearing street clothes. A small wave of panic hit him. He was about to lose his fuck-toy!

"You can't leave. We have a deal. You leave now and I'll make it really rough for you. You're an illegal immigrant, remember?"

Maria stayed calm in the face of his rising fury. "I'm leaving, so get used to the idea. You've used me for the last time. Go home and fuck your wife. It will probably do you both some good."

Gonzalez glared at her. "Get back to work or I'm calling the Immigration people. Your little ass will be deported back to Mexico before you can blink."

Maria sighed heavily, reached into her pocket and took out the wad of cum-soaked tissues. She showed the small bundle to Gonzalez.

"I have here your cum from when you raped me. Simple DNA tests will prove that it's your cum. If the Immigration people come to me, they will hear about the rape. So will your wife. So will the senior management of this hotel. How do you think all of those people will react to the news that you've hired and sexually-abused an illegal immigrant?"

Gonzalez stared at her in shock. He knew he was trapped. His face grew darker. "Get out! I never want to see you again."

Maria turned and walked toward the door. She opened the door, then turned around and smiled at him sweetly. "Get your wife to put some ice on your balls. It will reduce the swelling." Gonzalez looked like he was ready to explode as she closed the door behind her.

As she walked toward the waiting car she tossed the wad of tissues into a trash can. She knew that they would never be needed. MacGregor's driver opened the door to the limousine and she got in and sank back into the comfortable seats. She had never been in such a beautiful car. As the car moved away, she looked back at the hotel for the last time.

One door in her life had closed, and another had opened. She sensed that things had just taken a dramatic turn for the better in her life. 

She was right. But revenge against her rapists was still uppermost in her mind. 

(to be continued)



Maria's Life Goes Bad Ch. 03



This story is the final chapter of a three-part story. I recommend that you read "Maria's Life goes bad" and "Maria's Life goes bad, ch 2" before reading this chapter.

The story so far:

Maria Santos is a beautiful young Latina woman, originally from Nuevo Laredo in northern Mexico. Maria was abducted and brutally raped by two local policemen. She reported the rape, but the policemen were cleared of the charges. After threats were made on her life by her rapists, Maria fled to Laredo Texas, where she got a job as a maid in a hotel. Maria is committed to getting revenge on the policemen who raped her.

The hotel manager, Hector Gonzales, hires the attractive young woman, knowing that she is an illegal immigrant and has no right to work in the United States. He uses his power to coerce her into providing sexual favors on a regular basis. Gonzales introduces Maria to William MacGregor, an elderly but very rich local businessman. MacGregor has a fetish for women's panties. In his first meeting with Maria, he buys the panties she is wearing for a huge sum of money, and then has a massive orgasm while wearing them after Maria chastises him with a feather duster.

Gonzales rapes Maria when he demands sex and is refused. Maria accepts a job offer from MacGregor after humiliating Gonzales.

I hope you enjoy the conclusion of the story.

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When Maria arrived at the sprawling headquarters of MacGregor Enterprises a few miles south of Dallas, she was awed at what she saw. The family home was a large mansion, and the business offices consisted of a 10,000 square foot extension built onto the back of the house. Maria was given an introductory tour by old man William himself, who was Chairman of the Board. Her new living accommodation consisted of a small, private two-room suite in a remote corner of the mansion. After a quick tour of the vast mansion, she was taken to the office wing and showed where she would be working. Her office was right between MacGregor's office, and the office of MacGregor's son, Donald, who was CEO. Maria was to be the executive assistant for these two men.

William took Maria into the CEO's office and introduced her to his son.

"Donald, allow me to introduce you to our new executive assistant, Miss Maria Santos."

A tall, handsome man, who looked to be in his mid-thirties, rose from behind his desk and walked towards Maria with his hand outstretched. Donald had sandy-colored hair, blue eyes, and pale skin. 

"I'm pleased to meet you Maria. Please call me Don."

Maria gave him a brief curtsy before shaking his hand. "How do you do, sir?"

When Don saw the curtsy he raised a quizzical eyebrow at his father.

"Charming, isn't she? She is completely bilingual in English and Spanish, so she'll be valuable in dealing with our clients in Mexico. And she has several years experience as an administrative assistant."

"Excellent," said Don after a brief hesitation. "Welcome to Macgregor Enterprises. I'm sure you'll be very happy here."

"Thank you, sir, I mean, Don. I'm sure I will be."

Don turned back toward his desk, and Maria felt her heart uplift. What a nice man, she thought, and handsome too. I think working here is going to be interesting.

"Now let me introduce you to our office manager, my daughter Heather." MacGregor smiled at Maria. "As you can tell, this is very much a family business. If you look at the organization chart, you'll notice that Heather is your boss, so you'd better be on your toes."

Heather was a younger version of her brother Don, with similar sandy-colored hair. She was tall and athletic, with striking eyes and a dazzling smile. She was about ten years older than Maria and seemed genuinely pleased to meet the new employee. When she stood up, Maria was struck by the slim, sexy figure in a blouse and tight skirt. Maria was impressed by the good-looking brother and sister. There were obviously good genes in the family. 

"OK," said MacGregor, "I'll leave it to Heather to get you settled in, explain your duties, and introduce you to the other members of the staff. It's a small office, so there aren't many names to remember. Later on, before you finish for the day Maria, please come and see me in my office."

For the rest of the day Heather worked with Maria, describing her new duties, telling her about the business, setting her up with a computer and cell phone, providing organization charts and business plans. There was a lot to learn, but Maria's sharp mind soaked it all up. She knew already that it was going to be an exciting job.

She also liked the people she would be working with. Don, the CEO, and Heather the office manager were genuinely likeable people and they accepted Maria into the family business even although they knew little or nothing about her. The fact that their dad liked the attractive young woman was good enough for the children. 

Over lunch, Heather explained the living arrangements. The family lived in the mansion. Maria would be living in the mansion also, along with a cook, a housekeeper, and a driver. The rest of the employees commuted to work from homes in the surrounding area. The people in the mansion all had separate living quarters. Free accommodation and free meals were considered company benefits. Maria realized that most of her $2000 per week salary would be savings. That meant she would be able to get her revenge on her rapists even faster. She felt happier than she'd felt in a long time.

Late in the afternoon, when some of the employees began to leave for the day, Maria remembered that William had asked to see her before she left. She went to his office and walked in just as he ended a phone call.

"Ah, Maria, please come in and have a seat." He walked over and closed the door behind her, then returned to his desk.

"So, how was your first day?"

They spent the next few minutes discussing the job and he answered a few questions she had. The he shuffled a little uncomfortably in his chair.

"Well, yes, that's good, I'm glad you're settling in well. You're going to be a fine addition to our team. There is one other matter we need to discuss."

Maria knew what he was going to discuss. "Yes sir."

"You'll remember our conversation in the hotel. I mentioned some other, ah, activities that I would like you to participate in." He hesitated for a moment. "They'd be on a completely voluntary basis, of course," he added quickly.

"Yes sir, of course."

"Good. Good." He hesitated again. "I'd like you to do some shopping as soon as you have a chance. The driver will take you into town whenever you want. Did Heather give you a company credit card?" 

Maria nodded. "Yes sir." 

"Good. Good." He hesitated again. "I really liked the maid uniform you were wearing. And I like nurses' uniforms. And those little pleated skirts that schoolgirls wear. Those are all very appealing to me." There was another long silence. "With regard to, ah, the, ah, underwear, I'll leave it to your discretion as to what you should buy, but I'm sure your choices will be delightful. Am I making myself clear, my dear, or am I babbling?"

"I understand perfectly, sir, and I know what to do."

"Good. Good." MacGregor seemed relieved. "Don't worry about the cost. Just buy whatever you think we'll need. Well, then, I won't keep you any longer. I'm sure you've had a tiring day and will want to get to your room to rest. Good night, Maria."

Maria rose from her chair. "Good night, sir. I'll probably go shopping tomorrow for the things you mentioned."

MacGregor beamed happily. "That would be wonderful, my dear, wonderful. I can't begin to tell you how happy I am that you are here with us." 

"Good night, sir." 

Marie went to her office and closed down for the night. As she left she stuck her head into Heather's office. "What time is dinner Heather, and what's the dress code?" Marie, as a brand new employee, had been invited to join the family for dinner.

"Be in the dining room around 7:30 for a cocktail. Dress is casual. See you then."

"OK, see you soon," replied Maria happily and set out for her apartment.

Heather looked at her watch as Maria left. I'll give her five minutes, she thought.

It took only two minutes for Maria to walk to her apartment. She tossed her purse onto a chair and looked around her new home. It was lovely. A bedroom with a huge bed and en-suite bathroom, a living room with comfortable furniture and a wide screen TV, a small fridge for snacks and drinks, and a microwave oven. It was the nicest place Maria had ever lived. All this plus $2000 a week salary, she thought. I must be dreaming. 

She did pirouettes around the room, filled with joy. She looked at her watch. It was only 5:30 so she had lots of time before dinner. She skipped into the bedroom and flopped onto the bed. It felt soft, comfortable and cozy. She felt like she was in heaven. Everything was so exciting. She had a new job, a wonderful place to live, salary beyond her wildest dreams. And all she had to do was tease the boss a little bit, letting him look at her legs, her ass ... and her panties. She thought back to the time in the hotel when she had first met William and she had removed her panties for him. He'd grown a huge erection and ejaculated into her panties. It had excited her then, watching the man have an orgasm. And it excited her now, thinking about it.

Maria jumped off the bed and checked to make sure that the door to her apartment was locked and bolted. There was no danger of her being interrupted. Quickly she stripped off her clothes until she was naked, then stretched out on the bed once more, spreading her legs wide. She needed a release. Lying naked on the soft bed made her feel erotic, and Maria began to run her fingers gently over her body, brushing against her nipples, stroking her smooth belly. She could tell by the way her excitement was building that this orgasm was going to be a good one. She would go slow, making the pleasure last as long as possible.

Back in the office wing a few minutes earlier, Heather MacGregor looked at her watch again. That should be enough time, she thought. All the others had left, so she was alone. Nevertheless, she closed and locked her office door to be sure of no interruptions. She walked to a bookcase in the corner of her office. Except that it wasn't a bookcase, but a door to a secret room, a room that only she and the security officer knew about. And she had the only key. 

She unlocked the door and walked into the small, hidden room. The room was in darkness, except for the glow from a dozen TV monitors. This was the monitoring room for the closed circuit television cameras that were strategically placed throughout the complex. The only furniture was a lounging chair, positioned so that the person sitting in it could watch the monitors. Heather sat down and studied the monitors. She looked at the monitor covering Maria's bedroom, and was disappointed that there was no sign of Maria. She's either in the living room or bathroom thought Heather. Patience, patience, she told herself. She'll appear soon enough. 

Heather had put a hidden camera into the bedroom of the previous executive assistant. She suspected that her father was getting more than secretarial assistance from the woman. She had been right, of course, and often watched as her father had satisfied his fetishes in his assistant's bedroom. It had been bizarre, but harmless enough, so Heather had not interfered. It was her father's only weakness, and everyone is allowed at least one, she reasoned to herself. However, when the assistant foolishly tried to assert control over her father outside the bedroom, Heather couldn't sit back any longer. Heather used her considerable influence with the local police, and the former assistant was now in prison on a trumped-up charge of theft from the office. 

Heather focused her attention back on the monitor, and right at that moment Maria appeared from the direction of the living room, singing happily, and flopped onto the bed. Heather flipped a switch on a control panel, and the image of Maria's bedroom was transferred to a large 54-inch wide screen. The picture was crystal clear, and Heather watched Maria's breasts rising and falling as she breathed. Heather felt her own breathing quicken as she stared at the unsuspecting girl on the bed. My God, she's a sweet little thing, probably the prettiest girl I've ever met, she thought.

She watched in fascination as Maria rose from the bed and stripped off her clothes, then lay back down again, spreading her legs. Her long, black hair spread out over the pillow, framing the angelic face. Heather's eyes fixed on the triangular patch of jet black hair at the top of the shapely legs. The hidden camera gave a perfect view of the entire bedroom, looking down the length of the bed. Heather operated a small lever, and the camera zoomed in closer so that the bed and the naked girl filled the screen. Heather watched as Maria began to caress herself, and realized that her heart was pounding. She couldn't believe her luck. The young beauty was starting to masturbate, and Heather had a perfect, bedside view.

Heather MacGregor had had her first lesbian affair when she was in college at age 19. She had kept her feelings secret and no-one in the family knew. There had been many lesbian affairs in the twelve years since college, and now the mere idea of fucking a man seemed alien to her. But she loved to fuck women and, because of her power and wealth, many of her lovers had been very beautiful. When it comes to sex, Heather knew that money can buy you whatever you want, and Heather always got the woman she wanted. As she watched Maria masturbate, it occurred to her that she'd never had a Latina lover. There and then, she decided that she would correct that oversight, and on the screen in front of her was the perfect answer.

As Maria's hands moved down her body to her crotch, Heather could stand it no longer. She got out of the chair and removed her panties and skirt. She was now naked below the waist. She lay back in the chair and spread her legs wide, keeping her eyes riveted on the large screen, watching as Maria began to slide her fingers slowly up and down her crack, which was clearly wet. Heather did the same. Her crack was wet too. As Maria fingered her clit, Heather fingered her own clit. When Maria inserted a finger into her wet hole, Heather did the same to herself and groaned aloud at the delicious sensation. We could be masturbating each other, thought Heather, and the idea sent an additional surge of pleasure through her loins. She and Maria, masturbating in the same room at the same time, seemed like a wonderful idea.

It was taking all of Heather's will power to keep her eyes open and fixed on the screen. But when Maria suddenly thrust two fingers into her hole, while stroking her clit with her other hand, clearly on the verge of a climax, Heather could stand it no longer. She closed her eyes and fingered herself furiously, pushing her hips as high up as possible.

Heather and Maria climaxed at the same time, both of them moaning quietly as they finger-fucked themselves to shattering orgasms.

Minutes later, when she had sufficiently recovered, Heather saw that Maria had rolled onto her side and was apparently sleeping. With a long sigh, she lifted herself out of the chair, and put back on her panties and skirt. She felt shattered and needed a nap. She popped a tape out of the recording machine. She'd keep that tape and look at it again later. She reset all the cameras to their previous settings and left the video room. She locked the video tape in a drawer in her desk, left her office and began to walk to her apartment in the mansion. Along the way her mind was filled with thoughts of young Maria. She had only met Maria that day, but already she was fascinated by the beautiful young Latina. She was going to seduce her, of that she was certain. But she would have to move slowly and carefully otherwise she might scare the younger woman off. Yes, she would approach this very carefully indeed. 

But Heather was determined that, sooner or later, Maria would be a willing partner in her bed. Heather had good looks, wealth, and plenty of influence. It was a powerful combination and she had become used to getting what she wanted. And now she wanted Maria.

* * * *

After sleeping peacefully for an hour or so, Marie rose from the bed feeling refreshed. The orgasm had done her good, and she was feeling bright and cheerful. She had a quick shower then selected her clothes for dinner. It was to be casual dress, she had been told, so she chose a simple, tight fitting yellow dress with shoulder straps and a plunging neckline. Matching shoes with a medium heel would be ideal. She slipped into fresh panties and bra and got dressed. A light touch of lipstick and a she ran a brush through her hair quickly. She looked at herself in the full-length mirror and felt good about her appearance.

She wondered what Heather would be wearing. She liked Heather, and wanted to impress her. But Maria had also recognized that the daughter was a very powerful member of this family, perhaps the power behind the throne, so she wanted Heather to like her in return. Maria gave herself a tiny squirt of her favorite fragrance on her neck, and she was ready to face the family for dinner.

She walked from the employees' area of the mansion into the family section. She remembered where the dining room was from the tour she had been given when she first arrived. She entered the dining room and saw that the three members of the family were already there. William, Don, and Heather were having a discussion, but when they saw Maria at the entrance to the room, the conversation stopped dead.

There was a moment or two of silence as the three of them stared at Maria. William was the first to react. He strode over to shake her hand.

"Maria, come in, come in my dear. You are looking absolutely delightful this evening. What a lovely dress you're wearing, if you don't mind me saying so."

"Thank you, sir," answered Maria quietly, a little taken aback by the reaction her entrance had caused.

"Hello again, Maria," said Heather with a warm smile. She surprised Maria by bending over and giving her a light kiss on the cheek. "I agree with Dad. You're looking lovely." She had placed a hand on Maria's hip as she kissed her, and now let the hand linger there for a second or so longer than necessary. She was breathing a little faster. My god, thought Heather, this young Mexican woman is making me feel like a schoolgirl.

"Hello Maria, and welcome to our home." He eyed the girl appreciatively. Don was the least effusive of the three about Maria's appearance. "That is a charming dress."

No one knew, but the three MacGregors were all have similar thoughts as they looked at Maria. William, while admiring the dress, was wondering what sort of panties she was wearing. Don and Heather were both wondering how they could get her panties off!

"What can I get you to drink, Maria?" Heather took Maria gently by the arm and led her to a table covered with numerous bottles of alcohol. She moved closer to breathe in the younger woman's fragrance.

"May I have tequila? And a beer too, please?"

Heather smiled at her. "Of course, you may have whatever you want. You need to develop the same attitude as the three of us. Ask for what you want, and expect to get it." She looked straight into Maria's eyes. "That approach usually works for me."

"Thank you, I'll remember that." Maria smiled back at Heather. She felt good. She could sense that Heather liked her. Heather was wearing tight blue jeans and a blouse, and high heels. Maria thought she looked young, fit, and attractive.

Heather handed Maria her tequila is a shot glass. Maria took the glass, put it to her lips, threw back her head, and threw the tequila down her throat in a single swallow.




Maria's Life Goes Bad Ch. 03



"Salud!" she said, looking at her hosts while she licked her lips.

All three of the MacGregors laughed, and Don cried "Bravo!"

"Well," said old man MacGregor, "I can see that we have a woman to be reckoned with here. Do you want salt or a slice of lime, Maria?"

"No thank you, sir. This beer will do fine," and she took a large gulp of the beer that Heather handed her.

Heather, who was well into her second large vodka martini, put her arm around Maria's waist and gave her a close hug. "Well done, Maria. I can see that you're going to liven up our evenings. Now then, let's all take our seats before dinner gets cold."

The dinner went well, and Heather made sure everyone's wine glass never went empty. The conversation flowed easily. Several questions were directed at Maria about her private life, but she skillfully avoided giving the MacGregors any information about her background. At times, Maria looked over at Heather, and was pleasantly surprised to see that Heather was looking at her. Maria smiled coyly at her boss, and Heather always smiled warmly back. And the same thing happened whenever she looked over at Don. He always seemed to be looking at her too. Maria was pleased. Her new employers seemed to like her.

At around 9:30 Maria realized that she was feeling very tired, and the wine was having an effect. She stood up and thanked her hosts for a lovely evening and announced that she was going to bed.

Don jumped to his feet, beating his sister by a fraction of a second.

"Let me escort you back to your room," said Don. "It's your first day here and we wouldn't want you to get lost in the mansion." He smiled at his weak joke.

"Thank you Don. That will be nice." Maria took Don's offered arm and they walked out of the room, neither of them seeing the venomous look that Heather was directing at her brother. 

When they reached her room, Don took hold of Maria's shoulders and turned her to face him. "Here we are, young lady, home at last."

"Thank you again for a lovely evening, Don," and she leaned forward to politely kiss his cheek. Just as she got to his face, Don turned his head quickly and her kiss landed right on his lips.

Startled, Maria drew back with a light cry. "Oh!"

Don merely smiled, reached past her and opened her door. "Good night, Maria. Pleasant dreams! I'll see you in the morning."

Maria walked into her room in a daze, and closed the door. She leaned against the door, her mind racing. She put a fingertip to her lips, recalling the sensation of Don's lips pressed briefly against hers. My first day on the job, and already I've been kissed by one of the executives, she thought. This job could get very interesting.

When Don got back to the dining room his sister glared at him. "You didn't invite yourself into her room, then?" she hissed at him.

Don gave Heather a smile. "Of course not, sister dear; that would be very impolite. But I'm sure that Maria will be giving me an invitation soon enough."

Heather shot him a furious look. "Male chauvinist bastard," she spat, and stormed out of the dining room.

"What was that all about?" asked William, who was completely puzzled by the sudden outburst from his daughter.

"I'm not sure Dad. I could be wrong, but I think I detected a trace of jealousy."

"Jealousy? Who's jealous? And jealous of what?"

Don smiled at his dad. "This house has suddenly gotten a lot more interesting. Good night, Dad."

* * * *

Heather was in the office very early next morning. She went straight to the video monitoring room. Her timing was perfect as she watched a naked Maria rise from bed and vanish into the bathroom. A short time later, she reappeared and did a series of exercises in the bedroom, bending and stretching, still naked. It was an erotic sight and Heather watched closely until Maria went back into the bathroom.

Heather was still angry about what happened after dinner the previous evening. She was angry at her brother for taking Maria back to her room. Heather had planned on doing that, and had planned on giving the girl a long affectionate hug, maybe even a kiss, but Don had ruined the plan. But she was also angry at herself. Her emotional outburst must have made Don curious, and the last thing she needed was for Don to wonder about her keen interest in the beautiful new employee. Her lesbian nature was nobody's business but her own.

Heather was also a bit worried. It was clear that Don was also very interested in Maria, and Heather realized that her brother was now a competitor for Maria's affections. She had planned for the seduction of Maria to be slow and careful, but that plan was certainly not going to work. She feared that Don would get Maria into bed first if she moved too slowly. Heather needed a new plan, and fast.

When Maria arrived at work, Heather ushered her quickly into her office and closed the door.

"Is anything wrong?" asked Maria anxiously.

"No, no, everything's fine. I just wanted to talk to you before anyone else showed up." She patted Maria's arm reassuringly. "I wanted to ask you about last night, when Don took you back to your room. I hope he behaved properly and didn't do anything to offend you."

"Oh, my goodness, no.! He was a perfect gentleman." Maria had no intention of mentioning the kiss. She sensed that mentioning Don kissing a female employee might be a bad thing.

"Good. I'm relieved to hear that," answered Heather. "You know what men are like. They can be such pigs at times. Don had a few glasses of wine at dinner and I worried that he might have made a pass at you."

"No, everything was fine. Thanks for your concern though. And thanks again for dinner. It was a lovely evening."

"We'll do it more often, I promise. We all enjoyed your company. You being there made a refreshing change for us." 

Heather moved closer to Maria and took both of her hands into her own. She spoke in a quiet conspiratorial voice. "Maria, I've grown very fond of you already. You're a lovely girl. I want you to know that I'm a friend as well as your boss, and I'll be looking after you. You can rely on me."

"Thank you Heather, that's really nice." Maria was puzzled. "But why do I need to be looked after?"

Heather continued in her serious tone. "There are men around here who'll want to take advantage of a pretty young woman like you, who's new to the organization. They'll try hard to get you into bed. But you feel like a little sister to me, and sisters have to protect each other, right?"

Maria suspected that she knew more about men than Heather did, but Heather was obviously trying to be friendly, so Maria just went along. "Thanks Heather, that makes me feel good. I'll be sure to let you know if anybody tries anything with me."

"Excellent." Heather dropped Maria's hands and pulled the startled woman into a close hug. "I think you and I are going to be really close friends, more like sisters."

These MacGregors are a bit weird, thought Maria. Last night Don sprang a kiss on me, and today I get grabbed and hugged by Heather. What will be the next surprise? she wondered.

After a long embrace, just as Maria was starting to feel uncomfortable, Heather released her. Heather was smiling happily, her eyes sparkling.

"Do you mind if I take some time off today?" Maria asked. "Your dad has asked me to do some shopping for him, so I'll get the driver to take me into town."

"No, that's fine, of course. We have to look after Dad. And why don't you buy some clothes for yourself?" A plan suddenly popped into Heather's head. "In fact, I insist that you buy some nice new clothes for yourself. I see that you arrived with only one suitcase. Let's say, oh, seven complete new outfits, one for each day of the week. Then tonight, after dinner, you can model your new clothes for me. We'll have a girl's night together. I'll model some of my clothes for you, and you can show me your purchases. Doesn't that sound like fun?"

"Yes, it sounds like fun, but I can't afford seven new outfits." 

"Silly you," laughed Heather. "Buy everything using the Company credit card I gave you. OK? So it's decided then. Take as much time for shopping as you need to buy clothes for yourself. But don't forget to look after Dad's stuff first."

"Oh my, Heather, that's so wonderful, so generous. I don't know what to say." Maria was genuinely stunned at Heather's suggestion about buying so many clothes at the Company's expense. Impulsively, she leaned forward and kissed Heather on the cheek, no more than an inch from her boss's mouth.

Heather felt like grabbing her again, but held herself back. "That's quite alright, my dear. I'm your sister remember, and I want to make you happy. Now we'd both better get to work before people start to wonder what we're doing in here with the door closed. Apart from kissing, I mean." And she giggled at her suggestive remark.

Maria gave her a dazzling smile, thanked her again, and left. Heather sat down and lay back in her chair, savoring the feeling of Maria's lips on her face, so close to her mouth. She could feel the dampness between her legs and she knew she was sexually aroused from the kiss and the hug. She might need to go back to her room and masturbate. It had been weeks since Heather had been with a woman, and she desperately needed sex. Maria, Maria, Maria, she thought, I really need to fuck you soon or I'll go crazy.

* * * * 

Maria, Maria, Marie, Don thought. I really need to fuck you soon or I'll go crazy.

Maria had just left his office and he had watched her walk out, his eyes ogling her ass and legs. She's the nearest thing to perfection I've ever seen, he thought. He liked being around Maria even though he'd only met her the previous day. She simply oozed sex appeal, and everybody around her was affected. He wondered if she was a virgin. It gave him a thrill to think that he might have a chance to be the first man to lie between her legs. The kiss last night was just the first small step. Next time he was alone with her he'd be trying for more than a small peck on the lips. Maybe she would let him fuck her! The wild idea made his cock twitch. Imagine seeing Maria naked on a bed, spreading those lovely legs apart for him! His fantasy was making his cock stiffen. Christ, get a grip of yourself, he thought. She's just an innocent young employee, and you shouldn't be thinking about her this way.

He got up and went to his private washroom. He needed to jerk off.

* * * *

Maria spent the entire afternoon shopping. She was in a situation almost too incredible to be believed. She could shop to her heart's content, and someone else was picking up the tab. She took care of old Mr. MacGregor's needs first. She bought outfits that would dress her up as a maid, a nurse, a schoolgirl, a Girl Guide and, what she thought was a stroke of genius .... a nun! Then she went to a lingerie store and randomly bought twenty pairs of panties. She bought them on the basis of how sexy they looked. She didn't worry about how comfortable they would be. She knew that she wouldn't have them on long enough for comfort to be a concern.

Then she bought the seven outfits that Heather told her to buy. And she picked the best that the boutiques had to offer. The situation at her job was becoming a puzzle to Maria. The MacGregors were throwing so much money and favors her way, it didn't make sense. Why were they being so generous with her? But, until she knew otherwise, she'd do as they asked. She bought herself the best clothes that MacGregor's money could buy!

Late in the afternoon, Maria arrived back at the mansion, and needed the driver's help to carry all her purchases back to her room. She put all the costumes for old man MacGregor in her closet, as well as the twenty pairs of new panties, but left her own new clothes lying on her bed. She remembered that she and Heather were to have a "girl's night" later that evening, and she would be showing Heather her new clothes. Maria wasn't sure what to make of that invitation, but realized that she had little choice but to accept. She was a brand new employee, and hardly in a position to refuse any request from her employers.

After a light meal and a long hot shower, Maria dressed in the simplest of her new outfits, picked up the rest of her new outfits, and went to Heather's apartment at the pre-arranged time. When Heather opened the door, she gave Maria a huge, happy smile.

"Maria, my dear, you're looking wonderful. Please come in." As soon as the door was closed, Heather swept Maria up into a close embrace and kissed her on the cheek. Once again, Maria was startled by the overt display of affection. Eventually, the older woman released her.

"So, how was your shopping expedition Maria?" enthused Heather. "I hope you spent a lot of our money on yourself."

"I'm afraid I did," answered Maria a bit hesitantly, "over four thousand dollars."

"Is that all?" hooted Heather. "You could have spent double that and I'd still be pleased. I can hardly wait to see your new clothes and I see you've brought them with you. Put them down on that chair over there, and let's have a drink."

Heather was wearing her tight blue jeans again, with a blue blouse that was perfect for her short blond hair and blue eyes. To Maria she looked young and vibrant. Maria figured that Heather was about 31 or 32 years of age, but she looked younger.

Heather poured shots of Tequila into two small glasses and handed one to Maria. "I was impressed watching you drink this stuff at dinner last evening, so I decided I'd try it too. Cheers." Then she tossed the whole drink into the back of the throat in one motion.

"Cheers," replied Maria, and did the same.

"That was good. Let's have one more," stated Heather and refilled the glasses, over Maria's light protests. "Down the hatch," she cried happily and swallowed it all. Maria downed her drink too. She knew that she'd have to slow down or she would be drunk very quickly at this rate.

Heather put the bottle of tequila on a table and turned to Maria.

"Have a seat Maria, right over there, where you'll get the best view. Here's the plan! I'm going to model some of my favourite outfits for you, and then you can model some of your new clothes for me. That's what girlfriends do; show-off their clothes to each other. We'll have a few drinks along the way, and it will be a lot of fun. Tomorrow's Saturday, and we don't need to be in the office, so we can take all the time we want this evening. I don't want any more tequila. Let me get some white wine for us."

Heather seems a little wobbly as she walked to her fridge and took out a bottle of chilled white wine. She filled two large glasses, and handed one to Maria. She took a large swallow of the wine and smacked her lips loudly. Maria, not wanting to offend, took a sip of her own wine.

"Right, let me go get some of my clothes. Don't go away." Heather giggled as she walked to her bedroom and, a minute or so later, walked back into the living room carrying some clothes. Without saying another word, started to undress.

"Do you want me to leave while you change?" asked Maria, a little embarrassed.

"Of course not, silly," laughed Heather. "It's just us two girls here so there's nothing to hide. I haven't got anything you haven't got," and Heather laughed again.

Heather pealed off her blouse and tossed it aside. Then she unfastened her blue jeans and slid them off her long legs, tossing them carelessly onto the floor. Wearing nothing but panties, bra, and high heel shoes, Heather stretched her body, her hands reaching high over her head. She tossed her head, shaking her blond hair loose.

"I love getting undressed," she murmured to Maria. "It makes me feel so free. Don't you?"

"Yes, I suppose so," stammered Maria. She could hardly take here eyes of her nearly naked boss who, Maria had to admit, was looking in extremely good shape, with not a trace of fat to be seen on her sleek frame.

"Has anyone ever told you that you look like Dara Torres?" asked Maria, trying hard not to stare.

"Who?"

"Dara Torres. She's an American Olympic swimmer and you have a body just like hers."

"I can't think of her. Is she pretty?"

"She's stunning, and she has a fabulous body."

"Well, thank you," purred Heather. "I'll take that as a compliment." She smiled to herself as she noticed a slight blush on Maria's cheeks.

"I'm sorry, I hope I didn't say the wrong thing," stammered Maria, suddenly aware that she had sounded like a star-struck schoolgirl. She quickly swallowed a large mouthful of wine.

"Compliments are never a problem, Maria," as she began to put on a smart business suit and blouse. "Now please come and help me with the zipper at the back."

Maria walked over and pulled up the zipper on Heather's skirt, feeling the slight swell of her boss's buttocks under her fingers. Heather turned around to face Maria.

"The alcohol is affected my eyes. Can you help me with the buttons at the front too?"

Maria was standing face to face with Heather. She was slightly smaller than the blond, and her eyes were level with Heather's mouth as she began to fasten the buttons. Heather's lips were apart, and she was breathing a little heavily through her mouth. Her lipstick was red and her lips were moist. It suddenly occurred to Maria that this was a sexually charged situation, with the two women so close to each other. She felt Heather's hands resting on her hips as she finished fastening the buttons.

Her own breathing grew a bit faster as she stepped away.

"There! All done! Let me have a look at you." Maria sat back down in her chair, feeling her heart beating faster. Damn, she thought, what am I getting so excited about?

Heather walked up and down the room, playing the role of a fashion model, doing turns and spins, sticking a hip out provocatively, pouting her lips.

Maria clapped her hands in glee. "Excellent," she laughed. "You should be in the fashion business. And you look wonderful in that outfit."

Heather laughed too. "I'm glad you're enjoying the show. I told you it would be fun. Let's have some more wine."

Heather watched the elegant blond walk to the kitchen to fetch the wine. She found herself being attracted to this influential woman, who was also beautiful, and also her boss. She's never looked at a woman before, not in the manner she was looking at Heather. It was a strange experience for her, but not unpleasant. She wondered if the alcohol was affecting her thinking.

They both took deep gulps of the wine, and then Heather started to get undressed again. Maria watched her carefully as she took off her clothes and put them aside. When she was once more clad only in panties and bra she held out her hand to Maria.

"OK beautiful, it's your turn to put on a show for me," and she held out her hand towards Maria.

Maria hesitated momentarily, then stood up. "That's only fair, I suppose," and she pulled her dress over her head. She tossed it aside and stood facing Heather, both of them wearing nothing but panties and bra. The two women looked at each other in silence. They both sensed that this was a crucial moment, but Maria couldn't explain why. She simply stood and looked at the blond. Then, impulsively, Heather suddenly put her arms around Maria, pulled her close, and kissed her on the mouth.

Maria felt herself swept up, and offered no resistance, and when she felt Heather's tongue pressing against her lips, she opened her mouth to let it enter. The embrace and kiss felt wonderful.

But after a few moments of madness, when Maria nearly gave in completely, she pushed herself away.

"Wow," she gasped, taking a step or two back. "I guess the wine is having an effect on us." 

Heather reached out toward Maria again, but Maria took another step back and shook her head. "I'm sorry, I can't." 




Maria's Life Goes Bad Ch. 03



It had been an exhilarating moment, but Maria knew that she was not a lesbian, and didn't want things to go any further.

But Heather was not to be deterred. It was time to invoke the next step of her plan.

"Maria, we need to talk. I'm afraid that I have some bad news. Let's sit down over here," and Heather took Maria's hand and led her to the sofa. The two scantily clad women sat down a foot or so apart, Maria wary about what was happening.

"Maria, when you started work yesterday, my dad told me to get you a Green Card as quickly as possible. I have a contact in the government and I asked him to push it through for me. I gave him all your personal information. He called me back this afternoon when you were shopping. There's a problem. He told me that there was some problem in Nuevo Laredo involving you, and getting your Green Card was going to be very difficult."

Damn, thought Maria, those bastard cops are still trying to ruin my life, as if raping me wasn't bad enough. She had no way of knowing that Heather was playing a huge bluff. There was no call back from the government, there was no problem with the Green Card, but Heather suspected that there was a hidden secret in Maria's background, and she was bluffing that she could use it to her advantage.

And the bluff was working.

"What can we do?" cried Maria, despair beginning to creep into her heart. If she lost this job she would be in real trouble, with no job, no income, and no place to live. "There must be something we can do." 

"The guy in the government has given me a solution, the pig. He says he can work around the problem and get your Green Card."

Maria's eyes shot open in happiness and hope. "Wonderful," she exclaimed.

"Maybe not," said Heather trying to dampen Maria's spirits. There's a price to be paid; a heavy price."

"What is it?"

"He wants me to go to bed with him," said Heather is a dejected voice, her eyes cast downward. She was pleased with her acting skills.

"Oh my god, that's awful!"

"I have to do it. I have no choice. You're an employee so we owe you our loyalty. And besides, I can't let my little sister down. I'll do whatever it takes to help you."

"This is dreadful. I feel so bad." Maria was genuinely shocked.

"I know. I feel awful about it too. Can we go lie down for a little bit? I'm in a bit of shock about this and I feel like I need some hugs from my sister."

"Of course, anything you want," and they rose from the sofa and walked into Heather's bedroom. They lay down facing each other in the middle of the large bed, and Heather pulled Maria close, stroking her hair and her back gently.

"It makes me feel so secure lying here with you, Maria. I can't help thinking about having to have to fuck that pig of a man. But I know that you appreciate what I'm doing for you."

"Oh yes, Heather, I appreciate it very much," and she began to stroke Heather's body too.

After a few minutes of silent stroking, with the women listening to each other's breathing, Heather decided to push it further. She kissed Maria on the mouth, gently at first, then slowly pushing her tongue forward. Maria felt the pleasant sensations from the earlier kiss returning, and relaxed, letting herself enjoy the kiss. After all, it was only a kiss between friends.

It was Heather who broke off the kiss this time, suddenly sitting up on the bed. She removed her bra and slid her panties down her legs and over her feet.

"Let me help you with yours," said Heather, and reached behind Maria's back to unhook the bra. Maria felt the situation getting out of hand once more and decided that it was time to call a halt.

"That's enough, Heather. I think it's time I was leaving," and she tried to rise up from the bed. Heather put a hand on Maria's chest and pushed her back down.

"I'll be the one to decide when it's enough," she said sharply. "Now, lie still while I get these things out of the way," and she reached for Maria's panties. Heather's voice had turned hard, and Maria heard the difference immediately.

"Heather, what are you doing?" cried Maria, holding tightly to her panties so that they couldn't be removed.

"I'm going to a lot of trouble for you, and you need to show some appreciation. You either cooperate with me, or your time here at this Company is over." Heather's eyes were fierce, and she glared at Maria. Every trace of tenderness was gone from her expression. "If you decide to refuse me, you'll be out of this house and driven to the bus station within an hour. By the time my father knows you're gone, sometime tomorrow, you'll be many miles away on a bus to nowhere. Do you understand? What's it going to be?"

Maria suddenly understood all too well. She couldn't believe her own foolishness, not seeing that she had been set up. It was clear to her now that Heather was a lesbian, and all her outward appearances of friendship were a sham to get her into bed. Yet Maria had voluntarily stripped down to her underwear and lain down on the bed with her. I can't believe my own stupidity, she thought. But she also knew that she was trapped. Heather could do exactly what she was threatening, and Maria would be dumped at the bus station in the middle of the night, in a foreign country, with nowhere to go.

Maria knew that she had no options. 

She sagged back on the bed, and Heather knew that she had won. She pulled off Maria's panties and bra, with Maria offering no resistance. Heather felt the moistness in her pussy as she looked at her beautiful prize, lying naked on the bed, eyes closed, waiting to be taken. She began to caress Maria's smooth, flat stomach, and lowered her head to take one of Maria's dark nipples into her mouth, sucking and pulling gently. She felt a glow of satisfaction as she heard Maria gasp slightly at the intimate touch.

Maria's mind was whirling with confusion. She knew that she about to be raped again, but she was not fearful. The pleasant sensations of the earlier kisses were still with her, and what Heather was doing to her felt good, more like the touch of a lover than a rapist. She thought back to the savage brutality of what happened to her in the back seat of the police cruiser in Nuevo Laredo, and of the time she was raped by the manager of the hotel she worked in. Those experiences had been ghastly, and the memories still made her shudder. But this time it seemed much different. With the soothing combination of the alcohol and Heather's caresses, Maria's mind began to drift. There was nothing to be afraid of here.

When Heather's hand slid down Maria's stomach and her fingers brushed through Maria's dark pubic hair, Maria felt her heart leap. It felt more like a lover's seduction than a rape, and all thoughts of resistance evaporated.

Maria opened her legs for Heather's fingers.

Recognizing Maria's total surrender, Heather quickly slid down and lay on her stomach between Maria's open legs. She used her fingers to spread the folds of Maria's flesh and expose the clitoris. She leaned forward and licked gently, long slow strokes from bottom to top, up and down, flicking the clit lightly at the end of each lick.

Maria gave a long sigh as she felt the exquisite sensations in her groin. Her former boyfriend, Pedro, had tried to perform oral sex on her a few times, but he was a poor lover and he had never satisfied her. This, this was entirely different. She had never experienced anything like this, and it was wonderful. When she felt a finger at the entrance to her body, she spread her legs as wide as possible, and sighed again as she felt the finger enter, and stroke the inside walls of her vagina.

Heather was an experienced lover of women, and she knew exactly how to give a woman pleasure. She was not surprised when, after only a few minutes of being licked, Maria gave a long moan, and her hips started bucking as the orgasm rippled through her. She kept licking and stroking while the young Latina gasped and thrashed, then finally collapsed in an exhausted heap, her energy drained by the orgasm.

Heather knew it would be torture to touch Maria's pussy after that, and simply lay between Maria's legs, looking up at the young beauty along the length of her body, while she stroked the lovely young thighs. Maria's skin now had a fine sheen of sweat from her exertions, and it made her look even more appealing. Once again, Heather felt a warm glow of satisfaction. She had met Maria only the previous day, had been determined to fuck her from the moment they had met. And here she was, lying between her victim's legs after having fucked her thoroughly. And she would fuck her again before this night was over. Heather smiled with self satisfaction. I always get what I want, she thought. 

The next thing she wanted was to feel Maria's mouth on her pussy, so, after Maria recovers from her next orgasm, Heather knew that she would straddle Maria's head and lower her body onto the lovely mouth, and Maria would be made to lick her pussy until she came. Heather always got what she wanted.

And, later that evening, she got what she wanted.

* * * * *

Maria barely left her apartment for the rest of the weekend. Her mind was filled with confusing thoughts and she needed time to sort it all out. She had been coerced into having sex with her boss, and that was technically rape. But she felt much different after the previous night's rape than she did after her rape in the back seat of a police cruiser, or her rape in the hotel room. Last night, Heather had been skillful and gentle in bed, and had given Maria two powerful orgasms. And when it came time to use her mouth and fingers on Heather's pussy, she had been hesitant at first, but she had done what was expected of her nevertheless and recalled feeling a strong sense of satisfaction when she brought Heather to a shuddering climax. Being raped by a beautiful woman is certainly much, much better than being raped by brutish men, she thought.

Maria was also aware that it wouldn't be long before Heather was leading her into a bed again, and she figured that there was no escape from that. She had two choices ... give Heather what she wanted, or leave the Company immediately. She made up her mind quickly. As an illegal immigrant she had nowhere to go, so leaving the Company was out of the question. The reality was that she would be having sex with Heather whenever it was demanded, and that was a situation she would have to endure, regardless of how uneasy it made her feel.

The other matter that confused her was her reaction to having sex with Heather. She knew in her own mind that she was not a lesbian, yet her orgasms had been powerful and satisfying; as good as anything she had achieved with her former boyfriend. After the sex ended, she felt relaxed and content, certainly not violated. But now she needed to satisfy herself in her own mind that she really did prefer a man's cock to a woman's pussy. By the time she went to bed on Sunday evening, she knew what she had to do to remove that lingering doubt.

* * * *

"How would you like to take me out for dinner tonight?" she asked Don. It was Monday morning, and Don had just arrived in his office a few minutes earlier. Maria hadn't even wished him good morning when she blurted out her question. She'd put on one of her favourite outfits, and she knew that she looked great today, even better than normal.

"Of course," answered Don, his cheeks turning slightly pink with embarrassment. "Where would you like to go?"

"Your choice, but it doesn't need to be anything fancy. I'd just like to get out of the house for a bit. I was cooped up in my apartment all weekend, and I need to get out for a change of pace."

"Great! I know a place I think you'll like. I'll pick you up at 6:30, OK?"

"Good. I'm looking forward to it." Don eyed her appreciatively as she walked away.

Maria set about her daily routine, with a busy day of work scheduled. But it wasn't long before Heather came into her office, and closed the door as she entered. She sat down and gave Maria a warm friendly smile. She was looking elegant and sexy and Maria realized that she liked the woman, despite everything. 

"You're looking lovely today, Maria. You're going to drive everyone around here crazy looking like that, including me. I tried to call you several times over the weekend, but you didn't answer the phone."

"I needed time to think, and I didn't feel like talking to anyone."

"Maria, I want you to know that I had a wonderful time on Friday evening, and it was all thanks to you. I know that we've only just met, but I already feel a bond with you which is hard to describe."

"You raped me," stated Maria in a matter-of-fact voice. Heather's shoulders sagged at the accusation.

"My dear Maria, please don't think of it that way. I agree that I got carried away, but I'm really attracted to you, and the alcohol destroyed my judgment. I almost couldn't help myself. But I was gentle and considerate, and I think I made you feel good. Was what I did really so bad?"

"You put a gun to my head and fucked me. That's pretty bad, don't you think?" She paused, giving time for her strong words to sink in. "I think you're attractive and sexy, so if you'd tried a different approach, maybe I would have been a willing partner for you." Maria knew that the last part was a lie, but her boss could make things very difficult for her, so she wanted to handle the situation carefully. Maria was well aware of the age-old saying, 'Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.' 

"Do you really like me? That's so good to hear. I want you to like me." Heather seemed relieved. "I promise that things will be different from now on. I want to be the best friend, the closest friend, you've ever had. I want our relationship to be special, for you as well as for me."

"OK, but don't crowd me. And don't expect too much, too fast. This situation is all brand new to me and I need time to adjust." Maria continued to choose her words carefully, trying not to antagonize her boss.

Heather grasped Maria's hands and squeezed gently. "That's totally fair, and I completely agree. You've no idea how happy you've made me feel. We'll get together again soon, but not too soon. I want you to feel completely comfortable next time we're together, and I realize that this is all a brand new experience."

She stood up, gave Maria a dazzling smile and walked to the door. Maria watched the tall, shapely blond walk away, admiring her legs and body. She surprised herself with the thought that popped into her mind; if I was a man, Heather, I'd happily fuck your brains out!

The rest of Maria's day passed quickly as she was engrossed in her work. She was surprised when she heard other employees start to leave for home. She checked her watch, remembering that Don would pick her up at 6:30. She walked back to her room and had a long, hot shower. She decided on the same yellow dress that she had worn to the MacGregor family dinner the first day that she arrived. She remembered the reaction from the family as she walked into the dining room. Now she wanted to get the same reaction again, this time only from Don. And it worked. He gazed at her in open admiration when she answered his knock on the door at 6:30.

"Wow! You looked stunning the first time I saw you wearing that dress, and you look stunning tonight." He handed her a small potted plant as a gift. The plant had yellow flowers. "Yellow seems to be a favorite colour of yours, and it's rapidly becoming a favorite of mine too." They both laughed lightly at the remark as she put the plant on a table.

"I'd offer you a drink, but I don't have anything to offer," said Maria.

"No problem. Let's just go to the restaurant and we'll have a drink there."

With Maria hanging affectionately onto his arm, Don proudly escorted the young woman out for dinner.

Conversation over dinner was light and cheerful. Once again, Don tried to learn more about his delightful companion and, once again, Maria gave very little information away. She realized that she like Don, and Don clearly liked her. She also considered Don to be quite handsome, which would make things much easier a little later in the evening.

She needed Don to reassure herself about her own sexuality, and she felt sure that she would need Don to offset the attentions of his sister. Heather was obviously obsessed by Maria, and Maria had the sinking feeling that unless she took steps to prevent it, she would be getting led into Heather's bed every night. Much as she liked Heather, and was attracted to her too, she had no wish to be Heather's 'wife'.

When they left the restaurant, Don was only aware of three things; Maria was from Nuevo Laredo, she wanted to return there one day to be a teacher, and that he wanted Maria more badly than he'd wanted any woman in his life.

When they got back to Maria's apartment door, Don took hold of Maria's hand, ready to wish her 'good night'. Maria, however, stood on her tip-toes and gave him a soft kiss directly on the lips. She held her lips on his for a second or two, until he put his arms around her and pulled her close. The embrace was tight, and the kiss got stronger, until Maria felt the brush of his tongue. She pulled away from his slightly.

"Would you like to come inside for a little while?"

Don's mind was whirling from the delightful sensation of the kiss, and didn't trust his voice to speak, so merely nodded dumbly. Maria smiled coyly, led him inside, closing and locking the door behind him. She walked into the centre of the room with Don watching her every move.

"As I said earlier, I can't offer you a drink, but maybe there's something else you'd like?" She reached behind her back and slid down the zipper on her dress. It fell to the floor and she stepped away from it. She looked at Don through lowered eyelashes, wearing only a bra, skimpy panties, and yellow high heel shoes.

"Are you going to stay?" she asked the dumb-struck man as he gazed at her in awe. He nodded again, and he managed to croak "Yes, please."

"Then come with me," and she took his hand and led him into her bedroom. Without speaking, she kicked off her shoes, slipped off her underwear, and lay down in the centre of the bed, as naked as the day she was born.

Don suddenly snapped out of his daze, and quickly tore off his own clothes, revealing an erection that was stiffening nicely. He lay down on his side next to Maria, who was looking up at him intently.

"I only ask that you treat me gently, that's important, and that you make me come with your cock inside me, OK?"

He nodded. "It's been a while for me, Maria, so I might come prematurely, but if you have patience with me, I'm sure I can make you feel very happy before the night is over."

She stroked his chest and arms. "Take your time. There's no hurry," she said soothingly, and Don lowered his head to her breast, sucking one of her large dark nipples into his mouth. He was gentle with her, as instructed, but he was too anxious and too excited so long before Maria had come close to an orgasm, he mounted her. She spread her legs wide to accommodate his body and hissed with pleasure as she felt his hardness slide all the way in, filling her up beautifully. "Oh yes" she whispered into his ear, and she pushed her hips upwards to get him in as deep as possible. "Fuck me."

Don only managed a few strokes before he felt the climax ripping through his loins, and he groaned aloud as his cum erupted into his lovely partner. He couldn't believe his luck. He'd just fucked the most beautiful woman he'd ever met.

Maria gave him a few minutes to rest, then began to caress his back, neck and thighs, trailing long fingers over his skin.

"That was nice Don, but you're not finished yet." She grasped his limp cock and began to massage it. "You can't leave here until you make me come with your cock inside me, remember?" And she was pleased to feel the cock begin to stiffen nicely. She pushed him onto his back, and lowered her head down into his groin. She drew the semi-erect member into her mouth and sucked hard. His body twitched at the wonderful sensation, and the cock stiffened more. He'll be hard enough very soon, she thought, then he'll be able to fuck me until I get the orgasm that I need.




Maria's Life Goes Bad



He rolled up the car window and the cruiser drove away quickly, leaving Maria almost numb with shock.

She got back to her apartment and sat down to think. She was frightened and furious at the same time. Those two bastards had ruined her life. She was determined to do two things. First, get her life back to normal and, second, pay those two crooked cops back everything they deserved. But she would never be able to do either in Neuvo Laredo. The bastards held all the cards, and she was completely vulnerable. She had to leave Neuvo Laredo and she had to do it right away.

She went to the bank, cashed her final pay check and closed her small savings account, the money she'd been saving for teacher's college. She exchanged the Mexican pesos for American dollars. Then she went back to her apartment, and packed a suitcase, taking only a few of her clothes and some other personal items.

She opened the door of the apartment, and turned to take one last look. She was leaving everything behind. She was about to start a new life. It would be a long, difficult road, with many sacrifices to be made along the way. The old Maria was gone, destroyed by the brutal rape in the back seat of a police car. The new Maria was ready to take her place. The outline of a plan was already formed in her mind. The new Maria knew what she had to do to achieve her two objectives. She needed money, lots of money, and she would do whatever it took to get that money. It would be difficult at first, but she believed in herself and knew she would succeed.

She would get her life back by starting a new one.

And, one day, she would get even with those two bastard crooked cops. Revenge is a dish best served cold.

* * * *

There were several open booths at the border crossing into the United States, but there was a long line of traffic in front of each booth. She had visited Laredo, Texas on many occasions, and did not expect any difficulties from the Immigration officer. As the traffic inched forward slowly, she looked down at the Rio Grande, just a muddy stream at this time of year. She wondered how long it would be before she would return to Mexico.

At last the cab pulled up in front of the immigration booth. The officer inside barely looked up as Maria rolled down her window.

"Citizenship?"

"Mexican."

"The purpose of your visit?"

"I'm attending my cousin's wedding in Laredo."

"How long will you stay in the United States?"

Maria decided to do a little smooth-talking. "Oh, I don't know, senor. Maybe I'll get lucky and meet a handsome man in uniform and marry him." 

For the first time, the officer looked up from his computer console and looked directly at Maria. She gave him a dazzling smile.

"He'll be the lucky one, I think. Are you bringing any presents with you?"

"No, senor, but I need a date to escort me to the wedding. Are you available?" She smiled serenely at him as she poured on the charm.

He grinned back sheepishly. "Are you trying to get me divorced? Get outa here! Enjoy your wedding." And he waved them on.

That was easy, thought Maria. A little charm obviously goes a long way with some guys. The cab driver looked at her appreciatively as he drove.

"Are you really looking for a date for the wedding?" he asked hopefully.

"No," she answered coldly. She told him the name of the largest hotel in Laredo. "Take me there."

When they arrived at the hotel, Maria paid-off the taxi and walked up to the front desk carrying her one suitcase and a purse.

"Por favor, I have a meeting. Where can I find the general manager?" she asked the receptionist.

The receptionist pointed to a nearby office, and Maria walked over to the door. The door had a sign "Director general, Sr. H. Gonzales." Maria was not surprised at the Spanish on the sign. She knew that Laredo was very much a bilingual city. She knocked on the door.

"Come in," came a voice from inside.

Maria put down her suitcase, smoothed out her clothes with her hands, and took a deep breath. This is where it starts, she thought to herself. I must be ready to do what is necessary. She put a cheerful smile on her face, opened the door, and walked into the General Manager's office. She closed the door behind her.

Hector Gonzalez was a handsome man of about 40 years old. He looked up from his desk with a puzzled expression as Maria closed the door.

"Yes miss? How may I help you?" He spoke in Spanish. As he spoke he eyed the attractive young woman appreciatively. She was the prettiest girl he'd seen in a long time.

Maria walked over to the desk and sat down in a chair facing the manager. She let her skirt ride up above her knees a little, showing the manager a few inches of shapely thigh.

"Good afternoon, sir. My name is Maria Santos and I'm looking for a job. I'm hoping you can help me," she replied, also in Spanish.

The manager pulled his eyes away from her legs. "You want a job? Have you sent me a resume?"

"No sir."

"What type of job are you looking for?"

"I'm willing to do anything, and I'll be very good at whatever you have available."

"This is all very unusual," he mumbled, as he looked through the papers on his desk. "Have you written to me at all? Tell me again, what is your name?"

"Maria Santos, sir, and I'm willing to do anything." Maria looked quickly around the office. There was a picture on the credenza behind the manager's desk, and on it was a framed picture. In the picture, a younger Hector Gonzalez stood smiling. Sitting beside him was a grim-faced, plump woman whom she presumed was his wife. She was conservatively dressed and a crucifix hung prominently around her neck.

"Well, Miss Santos, I don't have any correspondence about you, and we don't have any vacancies, so I'm afraid I cannot help you."

Maria looked straight into his eyes for a second or two then, without saying a word, rose from her chair and walked around the desk.

Gonzalez turned his chair to face her as she walked up to him and knelt in front of his feet. "What are you doing?" he asked.

Maria reached forward with both hands and unzipped his pants. Then she put her hand inside his pants and fumbled inside his shorts, finally pulling out a cock that was stiffening rapidly.

"Stop this immediately," he managed to gasp, but he made no attempt to stop her. Maria leaned forward and took the semi-erect cock in her mouth. Gonzalez groaned aloud as she sucked hard, at the same time stroking the shaft with her hand. 

"Oh my god" he mumbled as she sucked harder, and his cock grew stiff. She had sucked Pedro's cock often enough to know what men liked. She was not enjoying this, not one bit, but it was a sacrifice she was prepared to make. She bobbed her head up and down in his lap, stroking his cock hard and, after less than a minute, he groaned aloud again and came in her mouth, his hips thrusting furiously. She continued to stroke and suck the cock as she felt the warm cum spurting into her mouth, and kept sucking until his cock began to soften.

She let the soft cock slip from her mouth, stood up, and pulled a handful of tissues from a box on the desk. She spat the cum into the tissues and wiped her mouth, the whole time looking directly in Gonzalez's eyes. He regained his composure quickly, and stuffed his cock back into his pants, and pulled up the zipper. Maria returned to her chair.

"Are you sure there's no job for me? That was an example of one of the talents I have, and will be available to you whenever needed." Thinking of the unattractive, stern, religious wife in the picture, Maria wondered if that was the first blow-job he'd ever had.

Gonzalez, recovered from the most exciting sexual experience of his life, assumed a business-like demeanor, and began to shuffle papers on his desk.

"Well, on further consideration, I think we do have need of a chambermaid in our housekeeping department. I'm assuming, of course, that these, erm, talents of yours can be made available to me on a regular basis? The job pays $300 per week."

Maria put on a disappointed expression. "For $300 I can see you only once every two weeks. But for $600 per week, I can meet with you every week. And there are other skills I want to show you."

Gonzalez threw his hands in the air. "$600 is impossible. No-one in the hotel, apart from me, makes that much."

Maria decided to gamble. "Oh well, in that case I'll have to apply for work elsewhere," and she stood up and turned toward the door.

Maria didn't know it, but her luck had already changed for the better. By sheer coincidence, she had picked a hotel with a manager who was trapped in a loveless, sexless marriage and he was desperately unhappy. Now a beautiful young woman had just given him his first blow-job, and it had been a mind-blowing experience. Also, she was prepared to suck him on a regular basis. There was no way on God's earth that he was going to let her walk out of his office.

"Stop, please! Come back and sit down, please." He gestured to her to sit back in the chair. Maria sat down, inwardly relieved that he hadn't called her bluff.

"This will all have to be done discreetly, under the table, so to speak. I'm assuming that you don't have a Green Card, right?" Maria shook her head.

"OK. I'll pay you $600 per week, in cash, after you have fulfilled all, I repeat, all of your duties. Do you understand my meaning?"

Maria nodded. "Yes, I understand perfectly. You will be happy with my performance in all respects."

Gonzalez scribbled a note and handed it to her. "Take this to the head of Housekeeping and she'll get you started right away. And I'll see you in one week precisely. Welcome to our hotel, Miss Santos."

Maria stood up, thanked him, and walked out the door. She looked around for a ladies restroom so that she could rinse out her mouth to get rid of the taste of Gonzalez's cum. She went to the restroom and rinsed for several minutes. She looked at herself in the mirror, and thought that she could detect a change in her own expression. She had just acted like a slut, by giving a complete stranger a blow-job. But it had been necessary. And she was prepared to do whatever was necessary.

The first step in her plan had been completed.

(to be continued)