Santo Diablo
Copyright© 2025 by FantasyLover
Chapter 3
Action/Adventure Sex Story: Chapter 3 - I'm reposting a story that I pulled from SOL and then edited to meet the slightly more stringent guidelines from late March of this year. I also changed the story's name slightly. Yes, I know Santo Diablo is Western Hemisphere Spanish, and Portuguese is the official language in Brazil. Tough tookies. Story of a spy who gets out of the business. He retires to Rio planning to use what he has learned to create the life he's always dreamed of. adventure, action, intrigue, and espionage.
Caution: This Action/Adventure Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft Ma/ft mt/Fa Fa/Fa ft/ft Fa/ft Rape Lesbian Heterosexual Fiction BDSM Harem
THURSDAY Nov. 8
It was strange getting up before Marta this morning. I started coffee and was getting out ingredients to make breakfast when two of the girls got home. “Good morning pai Mike,” they said, practically in unison. Fifteen-year-old Jovita reached inside my robe and fondled my cock.
“When do I get my turn?” she asked suggestively.
“When do you want it?” I replied, reaching around, and grabbing a handful of tender ass. She undid one button and the dress slid off into a puddle on the floor. I bent her over the counter and pressed into her, getting a satisfied moan. She wanted it hard and fast so I got a good grip on her hips, my thumbs pressing deeply into her ass cheeks while my fingers held her hips tightly. “Unghh ... Unghh ... Unghh,” she grunted with each thrust. I kept thrusting when she came. The gripping sensation of the muscles in her tight pussy finally setting me off and I filled her hot pussy. Fourteen-year-old Adelina cleaned my cock off, and the two girls headed for bed, arms around each other’s waist, giggling about something like young teen girls should be doing.
Last night’s class all drifted in. None of them looked the least bit upset about what had happened last night. In fact, most had a gleam in their eyes and smiled at me like a new lover would the next morning. “We practiced last night on dildos,” Tina announced, kneeling before me, and fishing out my deflated cock. She quickly had me hard again, and was slowly and carefully taking me a little deeper each time. Mariana was whispering directions and encouragement into her ear, teasing Tina’s nipples as she did. It took her several minutes, but she finally did it, taking me far enough inside of her mouth that I entered her throat. She held it that way for a few seconds, getting used to breathing through her nose before pulling off and pumping her fist enthusiastically in the air.
“I did it! I did it!” she shouted proudly, bouncing on her toes which did wonderful things to her itty-bitty titties.
Olivia wanted to try next. It took her a little longer to accomplish, but she, too, managed to take my cock into her throat. Both girls, though, left a couple of inches out since their mouths were still a little on the small side. I was ready to explode when she pulled off. Mariana whispered to her again and Olivia’s eyes lit up. She started again and seconds later, I spewed into her mouth. Her eyes widened in surprise at the force of my ejaculation, but she was a trooper and took everything, swallowing as fast as she could. She beamed up at me from her knees, as proud as she could be. I helped her stand, and scooped a little cum from her lip and fed it to her before I pulled her up and kissed her.
“You have all done very well. I’m very pleased with each of you,” I told them, then kissed and playfully groped each of them.
While they finished cooking and serving breakfast, Mariana showed me the finished caricature. I had to chuckle when I saw that the fat cherubic figure had disappeared and had been replaced by a small, but muscular and well-built figure. The exaggerated cock was still there, one that would have been a good three feet long on a full-sized figure. She had also done a drawing of just the head and neck.
I pulled her onto my lap and hugged her, telling her how good the drawings were. She beamed at the praise, and melted in my arms when I fed her breakfast with my fingers. She sucked on a finger suggestively with every mouthful, and when she felt the result of her teasing prodding her in the butt she sighed “I can’t wait to have you fuck me and cum inside of me.”
“I can fix that” I whispered.
“But I...” she started protesting before I silenced her, touching her lips with a finger.
“Do you trust me?” I asked. She nodded nervously.
I led her to the master bathroom where we took a quick shower. I motioned for her to lie on the folded towel on the bed. I kissed and nibbled and teased her body until her writhing woke Corrina. After a passionate good morning kiss with Corrina, I again turned my attention to Mariana. I entered her slowly, but she was definitely well-lubricated, and horny. I wasn’t sure exactly who was fucking whom. She met my thrusts, slamming her pelvis against me until she screamed and collapsed, panting like she’d just finished a race. I rinsed off in the bathroom and brought back a damp cloth to clean her with.
“Why did you do that?” she asked.
“Because you wanted to,” I replied.
“Mike, can I make a business suggestion?” Corrina asked, still stroking Mariana’s face.
“Of course, I’m willing to listen to anything anyone has to suggest,” I said. “After all, it’s not like I’m much of an expert on the business.”
“I don’t think you should do the work on the brothel yet,” she commented nervously. “They had 20 girls apply for jobs yesterday. Word’s getting out that you let them keep more of their money and they are coming to you first. You should build a huge termas instead. You could easily have 200 or more girls working in the biggest termas in Rio. Then you could have the brothel remodeled into a school and halfway house.”
“You really think we’d have that many girls?” I asked.
“More if you build it big enough,” she replied.
I got up and called the contractor, explaining what I wanted to do. I told him I’d pay anything he’d already committed to, but he said that his guys would be glad they didn’t have to work this weekend, and he had another job he could do instead, after he did the work at the estate.
After breakfast, Corrina and I made a trip into town. I had to go to five different places before I found what I wanted, or at least a reasonable facsimile. I could jury-rig the rest. We stopped by the brothel to see how it was going. Vincente and Lino were back. The three girls had been safely returned to their grateful families. Nilda’s family was relieved that she’d found a job. Mario confirmed what Corrina had told me, adding that five more girls had already stopped by this morning. They agreed with her, except that they thought we should make the termas big enough for five hundred girls.
We compromised. I would open the first one in Copacabana for 250 girls. Once it was up and running, I’d build another, smaller one downtown if it were needed, followed by one in Barra, one in Niteroi, and one in Ipanema. They were astounded by the plan, and worried that the owners of some of the bigger termas and brothels in town would object, possibly violently. I promised that I’d take it slow, one step at a time, and keep an ear out as to how the expansion was being taken. After one last stop at a printer’s, we stopped for lunch.
Afterwards, we headed for the University. Corrina wanted to see if she could find someone she knew. She and Carlita had both worked for Miguel and had both started college together. Carlita had continued when Corrina quit to get married, and should be in her fourth year now. While Corrina had studied business, Carlita had gone into the audio/visual field, intending to produce porn videos for the girls from the favelas who wanted to do it. She also warned me that we might run into some old acquaintances. There was a group of three girls who had taken an immediate dislike to her. The girls were the kind that were on the prowl for hot, rich guys and considered her to be dangerous competition. Somehow, they found out what she did for a living and took every chance they got to point her out to other students. There had even been a week where they posted pictures of her all over campus with the word “whore” printed right below her face.
It took the better part of an hour for her to find someone that knew where Carlita was. At some point, we picked up a tail. “Is one of the girls that used to bother you a tall, attractive blonde?” I asked.
“Yeah, it’s Monique,” she sighed, her shoulders slumping visibly.
“Relax, she’s not about to do anything publicly,” I told her.
“How do you know that?” she asked.
“Because she’s tailing us. She’s trying to figure out what our relationship is and then see if she can figure out how to get you out of the picture and get herself into the picture,” I explained. “Why don’t you go talk to Carlita and I’ll wait here for you. That’ll give her a chance to approach me.”
“What are you going to do?” she asked, the evil grin I loved curling her lips upward.
“I might invite her over for dinner tonight. She can be my practice run for tomorrow night. I think she’d make a great porn star, don’t you?”
“Oh, my god, that would be hilarious, and a perfect payback,” she giggled.
“Maybe I’ll have her invite the other two girls over, too and turn all three into porn stars,” I commented.
“Not that I’m complaining, but just why are you doing this?” Corrina asked.
“Two reasons. First, they hurt someone I care about. Secondly, they represent a threat. Monique is on a hunt now and won’t quit trying to find out about me and about us until she thinks she knows enough to insinuate herself into our lives. The last thing I need is someone following me around and showing up when I least expect it. That makes her a threat. I could just make her give up on me, but making her a porn star will give you some very satisfying revenge,” I whispered.
“Why would you be so interested in making me happy?” she whispered suggestively.
“Because you’re beautiful, smart, business savvy, and you care about people,” I answered.
“I think you just want to get back into my pants,” she teased.
“Well, there is that, too,” I chuckled.
Corrina left me by the fountain and went to find Carlita. Monique’s attempt to see where Corrina was going without appearing too obvious was above average for a rookie, but still pathetic. I assume that her sudden decision to approach me was triggered by Corrina going inside the A/V building in search of Carlita.
“Hi,” she said shyly.
“Hello,” I answered, being obvious as I checked her out.
“Could I talk to you for a minute?” she asked nervously. Yeah, nervously my ass ... this chick was definitely starring material.
“Sure, I always have time to talk with such a beautiful woman,” I answered, again being obvious while I ogled her assets, a move that would have gotten me a look of disgust or worse in normal circumstances.
“I don’t mean to interfere, but I don’t want to see someone of your position hurt,” she said, sounding oh, so concerned. Yup, she’d definitely be a great porn star. I bet she could even fake a realistic orgasm.
“What position is that?” I asked innocently.
Taking a deep breath, she launched into her practiced script. “You’re young and attractive, and obviously a man of means, and I’d hate for you to end up in a scandal. The girl you’re with is a prostitute,” she explained. She almost blew it; her lip started twitching up into a grin when she said prostitute.
Her look of shock a minute later was real, though. “Yes, I know. We’re business partners,” I explained.
“I’m sorry,” she apologized. “I didn’t mean to...”
“That’s okay. I appreciate your concern,” I told her. Her look of relief was a thing of beauty.
“Tell you what, she’s going to be busy this evening. Perhaps I could talk you into joining me for dinner tonight?” The gleam of success and anticipation erupted in her eyes.
“Dinner? Even after...” she started.
“Absolutely, you took a chance to protect me from what you thought was a potential scandal. It’s the least I can do to repay you,” I replied.
“I’d love to,” she gushed.
I called the villa on my cell phone. Marta answered. “Hi, Marta, could you please arrange a quiet, romantic dinner for two in the study? It’ll be about 7:00.” I turned to Monique. “Wine or champagne with dinner?” I asked.
“Oh, I love champagne, but I should drink wine tonight. I tend to get a little too adventurous when I drink champagne,” she explained in what was obviously a much-rehearsed line.
“And put a bottle of the best champagne on ice, too, please Marta,” I said before hanging up.
“I hope you’re not planning to get me drunk and take advantage of me,” she said coyly.
“Absolutely not, I have no intention of getting you drunk tonight. I want you mostly sober when I take advantage of you so that you can enjoy every delicious sensation I cause in your body tonight,” I said, grinning salaciously at her. She obviously liked the direction this conversation was headed. Her nipples were standing out prominently on her chest, capping her ample breasts.
“Are you sure you want to wait for tonight?” she asked nervously, twisting back and forth, and dragging her toe on the ground coquettishly. She’d definitely practiced that move quite a bit.
“Very sure,” I answered, much to her surprise. “Anticipation is the best aphrodisiac there is, and several hours of anticipation will turn an outstanding evening into a colossal evening,” I explained, getting the grin back on her face.
“I see you’re already anticipating the evening,” she cooed, lightly running a finger the length of the bulge in my pants.
“Actually,” I said, lightly brushing one of her nipples while I raised her hand to my lips, “I may be a little ahead of myself, but I’m anticipating the first of what I hope may be many evenings together,” I whispered, weaving my spell of seduction around her.
“We can discuss that over breakfast ... sometime next summer,” she answered, making no move to take her hand back. I sucked a fingertip into my mouth and flicked my tongue back and forth across it several times.
“Pick you up at 6:30?” I asked. She nodded. “Two more questions. What name could possibly do justice to such a beautiful woman, and where should I pick you up?” I asked.
I actually got her to blush. “I’m Monique,” she answered.
“And I’m Mike,” I replied. She gave me her address and I kissed her hand again. “6:30?” I asked as she turned. “Monique?” She turned back expectantly. “Wear the tallest high heels you have and no underwear, okay?” She nodded, a flush spreading across her face and chest.
“I’m looking forward to eating you for dessert,” I said before turning and walking towards the A/V building, leaving her standing alone, probably fighting the urge to masturbate right there.
Carlita could have given Corrina a run for her money in any beauty contest. Both were equally gorgeous. Corrina made the introductions, and Carlita thanked me profusely for the opportunity. I warned her that many of our films wouldn’t be standard porn films. “I know, Corrina already told me about the girls. I’d rather see them in films than out on the streets,” she answered.
“So, do you have dinner plans?” Corrina asked. I nodded. Both girls giggled.
“What are you going to do with her?” Carlita asked.
“I figure that if she’s going to be a bitch, she should be filmed having sex like one,” I answered. It took them a second, but both girls gasped.
“Really?” Corrina squeaked. They broke up laughing when I nodded.
“I intend to have her invite her two friends over soon, too,” I told them. They laughed even harder.
We managed to get to the store Carlita recommended, and spent a considerable amount of money on cameras and lots of other equipment, most of which I only had the vaguest of ideas how they worked. I paid to have the equipment delivered right away, and the three of us headed back to the college. Carlita and Corrina took Carlita’s car and I drove home alone. When Corrina finally made it home, there were three women in the car with her. Corrina introduced me to Ana and Meire, the rest of her production crew. The equipment had arrived a few minutes earlier, and the two new girls ooohed and aaahed over it. “This is very expensive equipment,” Meire commented.
“Hopefully to turn out high quality films,” I told her.
Everyone pitched in and carried the equipment inside. The younger girls had already begun carrying the smaller items out to the servant’s quarters where we would set up our studio. Once everything had been hauled out there, I left the three women to their equipment, promising to send dinner out to them. Then I went inside and set up my own equipment. I changed the latch on the study door. There was no locking mechanism visible, but by pressing a button on a key fob, an electromagnetic impulse would lock the door, making it impossible for anyone outside to come in and vice versa. I also got the three doors of the dining room done before the girls invaded for their dinner. I sat with them while they ate and explained that I was bringing home a woman who could be dangerous to us. I told them to ignore any screaming they might hear, and then left to get ready for my date. I knew that Corrina would answer any questions they had and would reassure them while I was gone.
Suzette, a dark-skinned beauty answered my knock on the door promptly at 6:30. She and Ashley, another light-skinned, blonde looked me over hungrily while we waited for Monique’s grand entrance. And a grand entrance it was. In her high heels, she stood even with my 6’4”. Her breasts bounced and swayed provocatively as she strutted over to me. “You look good enough to eat,” I whispered, but still loud enough for her roommates to hear.
“I hope so,” she answered, sucking my tongue into her mouth.
Once I pulled out of her driveway, I worked her short skirt up far enough to slide a finger into her pussy. After she sucked my finger clean, she went down on me, greedily swallowing her testosterone appetizer just before I pulled into our driveway. I was surprised when Mariana opened the front door for us, dressed neatly in slacks and a white shirt. “Dinner is ready and will be served whenever you’re ready, Sir,” she said very formally.
“Thank you, Mariana. Please proceed with dinner,” I answered. She curtsied slightly and scurried toward the kitchen.
I could tell that the villa and the help had sold Monique. There was nothing she wouldn’t do now to sink her hooks into me. I led her to the study. The darkened, candle-lit room was, indeed, a romantic setting. I slipped one of her breasts out and was sucking on it when Tina and Olivia brought dinner in. They pointedly ignored us and served dinner, leaving quickly and quietly, closing the door behind them. I slipped the straps off of her shoulders and let the dress fall to the ground. “God but you’re beautiful” I whispered before slowly kissing and nibbling my way from her neck to the thin strip of pubic hair covering the only part of her that wasn’t tanned.
She whimpered when I stopped there. “Got to save something for dessert,” I explained. She protested, but gave in, eating her dinner nude except for the heels. She sucked every piece of food like she was fellating it before chewing it up. Dinner was over quickly, and she stripped me and pulled me on top of her right there on the floor. It would have been over in short order if Corrina hadn’t helped me take the edge off ... twice ... before I left to get Monique. As it was, I pounded her for a good five minutes before filling her welcoming pussy with my cum, listening to her as she screamed out a fake orgasm. It would have been her third if it had been real.
Still balls deep in her oozing pussy and lying on top of her, pinning her to the floor, I whispered, “The difference between you and Corrina is that she’s honest about what she did and charged a lot less than you.”
“Get off of me you bastard!” she shrieked.
Instead, I thrust into her again, feeling my erection returning. She thrashed and fought, screaming herself hoarse. I’d only enjoyed hurting one other woman in my life, the one that killed one of my partners. For some reason, I found this extremely exciting and eventually spent myself into her a second time. “You are one hell of a piece of ass. You’ll make a great porn star,” I told her right before the prick from my ring began her descent into unconsciousness.
Two hours later, with my cum dripping down her leg, and my third load oozing from her previously virgin ass, she walked proudly beside me to the new studio out back. All she wore was her heels and my cum, and the heels did wonderful things for her already gorgeous legs and ass. Carlita lit up sadistically when we walked in. “Ladies, meet Monique Ficalore, our first star,” I said.
They were ready for her. They combed her hair, did her makeup, and had her kneel in the middle of the room. I fucked her face for the cameras once for good measure and to check the lighting and sound. She sucked and swallowed with gusto. Then they brought in her co-stars, three guys they knew from college.
“Oh, Paco, is that for me?” she moaned appreciatively as one of the guys moved between her legs. I was still amazed what I could do to a person’s mind with the drugs. Paco finally got the hint and mounted her.
“Thank you,” she whispered gratefully to me as Paco finally found his mark. “Yeeeeesssss,” she hissed when the pointy head of his cock parted her labia and he drove the huge pillar deep into her pussy. He rammed her again and again, his powerful thighs flexing and straining. Evidently, Paco hadn’t gotten laid for a while. He came quickly, the flood of cum pouring from her pussy. Right on cue, Monique faked another orgasm. Too bad Paco didn’t care.
“Shiiiiiiiiiit,” she screeched when the second guy pressed into her ass. “My ass is all yours baby. I hope you enjoy it,” she cooed as she panted and tried to get used to the anal invasion
Monique continued sobbing for a few minutes until she finally grew accustomed to the huge invader. Her sobs eventually turned into moans. The thought of moving and pulling away from the huge intruder never entered her mind. She was their new wife, and she was theirs to use however they wanted. It was her job to make them the happiest husbands on earth.
For the next two hours, the three of them used her, singly and in a group.
When they finished with her, Monique collapsed, exhausted, on the bed. The camera captured cum leaking from both her cunt and ass.
I finally helped her up onto her unsteady legs and took her back into the house to get her dress. I had her pull the dress on but left it wadded around her waist. Her talented mouth kept my cock entertained all the way home and I enjoyed fondling her exquisite breasts with my free hand. Standing in front of her door, I had her kneel and finish sucking me off, enjoying seeing her roommates peeking through the curtains, watching her head bobbing in my lap. I had her keep my cum in her mouth with orders to share it with her roommates. While I was questioning her earlier, she revealed that the three of them had an active sex life with each other. They wouldn’t have sex with a guy unless he was wealthy, single, and seemed interested in them. They didn’t want to get a reputation of being easy lays.
The instructions I sent her home with were to convince her roommates to come to the villa with her Saturday. She was even to offer to share me with them, telling them I had more than enough money to support all three of them and could easily keep them happy in the bedroom. She could honestly tell them that she’d been fucked silly. She just wouldn’t tell that three strangers had helped. They’d have to find that out for themselves.
I helped her stand, pulling her dress up to cover her breasts and down to cover her cum-filled orifices as she stood up. I gave her a kiss on the cheek before she went inside and I headed for the car, leaving her to finish the task with her roommates. Once the front door closed, I put a transmitter near the corner of the house. It would transmit a scrambled signal to me from the bugs she would put in each room so I’d know how she was doing. As I left, I listened to the two girls giggling about her giving me head right outside the front door. The giggles turned to gasps, and then moans. Obviously, she was following my instructions.
I wasn’t terribly surprised to find my bed occupied when I got home, just surprised at the occupant. “What are you doing in here Carlita?” I asked.
“Corrina told me to make sure to keep you company until she got home. You don’t mind, do you?” she asked seductively. I gave her my answer, burying my tongue between her legs. Corrina found us asleep, bodies twined together when she got home.
“Ooooohhhhh, my poor baby’s all petered out,” she teased when my cock didn’t respond to her soft hand. She snuggled against my back, draping a sexy thigh over my legs, and lightly gripped my cock as we fell asleep.
FRIDAY Nov. 9
Luisa woke me at three this morning. By 3:30 we were on the road to the favela where her family lived. Mr. Forssler had been a smart man. He had two beat up cars to use when he had to drive through the favelas. Driving through there in a new or expensive car or wearing nice clothes was begging for trouble. These cars looked like shit, but there was nothing else wrong with them. It was like he took the body off of a twenty-year-old junker and put it on a brand-new chassis and engine. I drove half a mile past the shanty she pointed out before finding what could, charitably, be considered a wide spot in the road where I turned around. The lights went off and I turned the engine off, coasting back down the hill to their home. Normally I would have parked farther away, but up here, most of the people were drunk, stoned, or taking advantage of a chance to escape their bleak lives in sleep for a few hours.
We crept into the house, which was nothing more than a one room shanty. We weren’t going to have to sneak her siblings out. Their father was passed out on top of her naked sister. I stuck him in the scalp with the ring. He was so drunk that he never even flinched. I rolled him over and Luisa woke her sister, explaining why we were here and the future that awaited her if she came with us. Once Miriam agreed, we woke her brother Ernesto. He didn’t take much convincing either. They quickly gathered their few personal belongings, and after they were out the door, I left the bottle of drugged beer on what passed for a table.
They talked in hushed but excited voices all the way back to the villa. We raided the kitchen and ate breakfast. They were ravenously hungry, and by the time we finished, several others had entered the room and joined us. Juliana had stayed home again last night so I asked her to take Miriam and Ernesto to the brothel this morning. Dr. Lederman was scheduled to finish his exams of the girls there today. Afterwards, I wanted her to take them to see Sabina, get them Carnaval costumes, and buy them new clothes, both for work and for leisure.
I was listening to a tape of the conversations between Monique and her roommates from last night when Corrina found me in my study. As I suspected, the roommates couldn’t believe that Monique would actually share with them, but were too greedy to turn down her offer, especially after she told them how many times she’d gotten fucked last night. Corrina and I both laughed at her roommate’s eagerness last night to taste the cum left in her pussy. Next, Corrina put in the unedited tape from last night’s shoot and fucked me silly while we watched it. Sitting on top of me and leaking cum she laughed at my description of Monique’s reaction when I told her I considered her a prostitute, too.
Suddenly, Corrina got very serious. “Mike, are you upset that I was a prostitute, too?” she asked nervously.
“It bothers me that you had to sell yourself to make enough money to survive, just like it bothers me that these girls here with us have to. But I’m not upset about what you did. Whatever you did before we met is what made you who you are, and I like who you are, and I definitely like the package it comes in, too,” I teased, taking liberties with her still naked, delectable body.
I ran by the brothel to see how they were doing. Doctor Lederman had found that seven of the girls were addicted to drugs. I told Mario to get them admitted to a good rehab facility. Since Rodolfo got them addicted, we would pay all of their expenses. I wouldn’t have addicts working for me. After they got out of rehab, I’d find something for them to do so they could earn enough to live on. I also told him that I wanted all new girls tested for drugs and STDs before they started.
I stopped by a shop that I knew sold guns both legally and illegally, as well as similar things that couldn’t be purchased legally. Not knowing how other pimps would take our expansion, I felt like getting more firepower. After I bought three dozen Glocks (all he had), extra magazines, and enough ammo for a small army, I asked about “other” types of guns.
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