It is midday and the boulevard outside the villa is quiet, with only the wind carrying the smell of grass and sunshine back and forth. A small car is parked in the shade a short distance away, its windows tinted with peek-a-boo window film so that from the outside you can't see the inside, but from the inside you can see everything on the street. In the greyed-out view of the window , the occupants of the car see a courier ringing Brent's doorbell with a cardboard box in his hand. It didn't take long for the door to be opened from the inside and the courier, realising with a start that Brent was in a wheelchair, ducked down and handed over the carton. "No ! No! it's no way." Jeffrey, sitting in the back seat, let out a long, frustrated sigh at the sight: "He's going to be pissed, there's no way we're getting this birthday present out." As soon as he said that, the parents in the car saw it too: Brent scanned the delivery carton with a sullen look on his face. He said something. I
"Elisa has fallen asleep."Hermosa suddenly says so. She hummed under the influence of alcohol, swaying to the beat as she had in Brent's dream, the reflective fabric of her body reflecting bright erotic flashes in the ambiguous light. She dragged a chair to her side and sat on it with her legs folded, the edge of her short leather skirt strangling the flesh of her shaking legs.Brent's throat suddenly felt dry and thirsty, his voice hoarse as a desert, and he took another drink, but the alcohol only added fuel to the fire.He felt hot. He saw Hermosa reach up and stroke her long, healthy thighs, straighten her breasts and throwing her head back, her puffed breasts twitching in their cage of fishnet-like fabric, looking almost like two fresh, tantalising white doves that could be held in the palm of one hand.Brent looked down at his empty palms. The Hermosa in front of him touched her own moist, upturned lips with two fingers, seemingly unintentionally, and slid them across her chest
Brent could hardly imagine how things had gotten this far. In the bedroom, Hermosa knelt in front of him and sank her teeth upon the zip of his trousers.Brent didn't stop her movement, so the metal zip made a slight sound. It was only when Brent's belly and underwear were exposed to the cool air that Hermosa looked up and asked him, "Sir, I'd like to suck you off first, is that okay?"Brent didn't say anything for a moment."Please sir, I want to be fxcked by you here too." Hermosa stuck out her bright red tongue hard and licked her lips, the knot of her showy throat rolling, "I want sir there ......"She said lewd words and slutty phrases that she would never have uttered in her old sober days, those innocent eyes now held a deep and genuine longing, as if she had taken Brent's cock as some sort of elixir.But she wasn't going to get what she wanted, Brent thought, almost cruelly and mockingly, and yet there was a glimmer of hope in the back of his mind.What that hope was, Brent co
"Any idea what this is?""No, don't know ......""You'll find out soon enough." Without telling her exactly what it was, Brent flipped the electric switch on the metal spiral object and shoved it inside the pink rear of Hermosa's upturned buttocks."Sir!"Hermosa finally understood. She exclaimed, looking back in a bit of fear at her stuffed anus, "Sir, oooh... what are you doing to me... ah..." Before she could respond, the electric spiral anal plug began to buzz and vibrate. Tears seeped from the corners of her eyes and she would have liked to bury her embarrassed appearance in the pillow. But because of the unbearable itch inside her body, she had to cave her back in completely while her hips bucked higher. The furry white tail vibrated along the base of her thighs as it brushed against her honeyed pxssy at the front. After a short while her moans changed in flavour, slimy as if she really was a kitten in heat."Good girl, do you like being played with by me that much, now this wh
The moon set and the stars were sparse, and the long dark night passed. The next day Hermosa opens her heavy, sore eyelids at sunrise. There is a plain white ceiling, no childish wind chimes and no sleeping Elisa or Sesame Street dolls around. This was Brent's room. She had been with sir...... last night... The realisation brought Hermosa abruptly back to consciousness. Her face burned and she raised a hand to shield her eyes, but she couldn't stop the intermittent thoughts from flooding into the sea with the aching pain her body revived with. She hadn't been able to make him comfortable. Sir didn't want to fuck her, but he gave her his room anyway. How could her Sir be so nice ...... Guilt and emotion sent a tingle through Hermosa's nose. She turned and buried her face in the soft pillows, catching a whiff of slightly spicy vanilla with a light floral and citrus back note, aggressive yet gentle to the core. The smell of Brent. Hermosa is cautious at first, but the more she s
But to Hermosa's surprise, Brent didn't say anything more. He finished his meal and left, as he had every day before, but Hermosa did not stand up at the end of breakfast, as she always did, but sat for a long time at the table, lost in thought. Memories played through Hermosa's mind like faded film footage. A month or so ago, when Elisa had fallen ill and needed a large sum of money for treatment, and her father, who was an abusive gambler, had hounded her for money, Hermosa had no choice but to follow the man sent by Randolph and went back with him. Randolph asks Hermosa to find a way to get into the villa, as it contains a large amount of drugs and cash that his nemesis, Davis, the Detroit district boss, had scavenged during his lifetime. In Randolph's words, the villa is inhabited by a man who is dark, cranky and difficult to get close to. Before Hermosa, Randolph's men, disguised as couriers, salesmen and social workers, have failed to knock on his door. Frantic and scared, H
Brent had never seen such deep fear and despair in a child's eyes, let alone understand what on earth could make a child afraid to swallow and lick.No, he actually understood, he just didn't have the proof and didn't dare to think deeply in either direction, let alone think about how Hermosa with Elisa was struggling to survive. They'd made a living around Randolph before meeting Brent, Randolph is a known sexual pervert.Whether Elisa experienced Randolph's abuse herself, or saw what Randolph did to Hermosa ......Brent didn't want anything like that to ever really happen."Go to sleep, I'll go first and won't come in while you're asleep."It took a lot of effort for Brent to coax Elisa back to sleep. He said this before he left, not knowing if she understood the reassurance in adult language."Uncle Brent."Elisa called out to him instead, "I've been good, don't abandon us.""I won't do that."Brent wondered where she had gotten that idea. Had Hermosa been whispering it in her ea
The backyard of this villa is large, with hundreds of square feet. A tall balsam fir tree grows in the courtyard and the ornamental flowers that were originally planted have been overshadowed by vigorous weeds and wildflowers due to neglect. Yesterday, the garden was renovated and a few fuchsias were transplanted, giving it a unique flavour.A set of children's slides stands in the middle of the neatly manicured lawn, next to a small swing and a half-high chain bridge for children. These things are nothing for adults, but they are irresistible to children of a few years old.Elisa was carried to the slide by Brent and carefully jumped off his lap, looking up at the three differently shaped slides and back at him."What's wrong?" Brent asked."I ......" Elisa had only ever watched other children play with these things, she had never touched them herself. Standing somewhat hesitantly in place, her little feet rubbed mindlessly against the grass on the ground."Still scared? I told you I