Chapter 3: Meeting Maria for the First Time

I’d not long finished a yoga session when I took the call. It was Ron. Maria, his wife, wanted to meet me and I needed to get to his by six that evening. I had plans with Kevin, and he was so disappointed when I told him I had to work. I quickly showered as getting to Ron’s for six was going to be a push, what with rush hour traffic, but I made it, with minutes to spare. As I pulled up I looked across at the two men by the front door, and for the first time noticed another towards the back of the building, and he seemed to be carrying a small rifle over his shoulder, or was it a machine gun, I wondered. Not my thing at all, so I wouldn’t exactly know. As I got to the front door I was met with a “Good evening, Victoria” by one of the men, and I replied with a thank you and a smile before walking through the door they’d just opened for me. “Are you Victoria” a young woman who I did not recognise asked, standing by the stairs she was. Dressed like a maid, so young, and very pretty I thought. I said “Yes, I am.”

“Ron and Maria are by the pool. Follow me and I’ll take you” she said. I followed her through the building towards the back, and into an indoor pool area. I saw Ron on a lounger with a woman beside him also on one, who I presumed was Maria. The young girl didn’t walk in with me and left me to make my own way towards them. As I reached them, Ron got up. “Good evening, Victoria” he said, and, not for the first time, my heart missed a beat as he first spoke to me. I don’t know why, either, but they aroused me, his words. I’m like immediately feeling, what is it I can do for you Ron? Tell me.

“Good evening, Ron” I said, looking down at the woman now, I was. I could see she was tall, a fulsome figure, dark haired and very tanned. The bikini she wore only accentuated the fit, fulsome figure she had. And as she was on her back I could tell that the breasts were not the originals. I’d say she was much younger than Ron, but older than me. Fifty maybe. She didn’t get up, but instead looked towards me and said “Victoria, it is a pleasure to meet you at last. Sit down. Join us”. I looked at Ron and said “I didn’t bring any swimwear”. He said “Don’t worry about that. Just strip. Maria wants to take a look anyway”.

There was a chair beside a lounger that I could use on which I placed my neatly folded clothes. I stood there, naked, for a few seconds whilst Maria looked at me, then she got up to come close beside me. “Nice, Ron. Very nice” she said, and I felt her hand take hold of my arse cheek, gently enough mind, but it did make me feel like one of those Roman slaves that can be seen in the movies, the sort that are mulled over by potential buyers. I didn’t mind that much because it was Maria, but the thought was crossing my mind. She then went behind me, and very quickly her arms came around me to take hold of my breasts, to cup them. Again gently, and when she brushed her thumbs over my nipples it did send a signal downwards. I bit my lower lip, feeling quite horny already now. Standing there naked helped. It just seemed to be the way when I was with Ron, and I was looking at him looking at me with his wife’s hands on my tits, now pinching my nipples. I felt my heart beating a little faster now. Maybe she’ll touch me somewhere else I thought. “Yes, Ron. Very nice” she said as she walked back around me to lay back down on the lounger. I still stood where I was, waiting. Waiting to be told what to do. “Will you want later?” Ron asked her. “Yes, later. In the red room” she replied. Ron looked up at me from the lounger. “Can you find Carlos at the front door, Victoria, and do whatever he tells you to do?”

“Yes, Ron” I said, and made to pick up my clothes. “Leave them. You won’t need them. Be back in half an hour” he said.

“Ok” I said and started walking towards the front door. As I walked out of the pool room there was a man in a suit by the door who said nothing as I passed him. He wasn’t taking a particular look at me either, naked as I was, which did disappoint me. By the time I got to the front door I’d decided that Carlos would notice me.

I didn’t know which one of the two was Carlos, so said “Carlos” as I looked back and forth between them. One turned, and with a big smile said “Hello Victoria. I’m Carlos. Are you for me?”

“Yes, Carlos. What can I do for you?” I asked, although I pretty much knew. He took hold of my hand and led me back into the building and into a small room just off of the lobby. It was like a small bedroom. “A restroom, for the long shifts” he said. I nodded as I looked around. “You take it in the arse for me?” He asked.

“If that’s what you want Carlos” I said.

“My mouth, my arse and my cunt are all yours as you want” I said, as that’s how I remembered it was to be for Ron and anyone else he told me. “I haven’t got long. Bend over the bed there” he said, and I went to it and bent over, supporting myself with my hands. I felt a hand between my upper thighs making to push them apart, so I opened my legs wider. “You want Carlos to fuck you” he said.

“Yes, Carlos. I do. Please fuck me. Fuck my arse” I said, not quite certain I meant it, and I felt something cold around my arsehole, being rubbed in it was, lube I guessed, which I was glad for as I don’t really like it that way anyway. Then a finger entered me, or at least I hoped it was a finger, otherwise this man was seriously ill-equipped to service any woman I thought. Then when something decidedly bigger took its place I knew then that it had been a finger. Carlos thrust away behind me for some time. I encouraged him as best I could, begging him to come inside my arse, if he wanted to, or my mouth, and then eventually he did, in my arse. As he pulled out I did feel somewhat used. I did it for Ron though. I’d do anything for Ron, and in a way I was pleased because Ron wanted me to do this. It didn’t stop me feeling used though. Carlos left the room without saying another word. I left soon after to make my way to the pool room again, but was stopped by the stairs by that same young woman as earlier. “What’s your name?” I asked.