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    "Yes, Papa," she said looking down at the ground and feeling
humiliated, although she didn't know why.

    "Did you understand what you saw?" he asked her.

    "Yes, Papa," she had said though she really hadn't.

    Roberto was now becoming amused with the situation. In the past he
wouldn't have cared what happened to a girl child of his, but this girl he had
nurtured and raised himself, and he didn't know how to handle the fact that
she had witnessed part of her father's behavior that she had never known
about before.

    "This is part of why I come out here to the plantation. They expect it
of me, the peasants and servants. It is considered a great honor among the
women to be chosen by me. You understand that this is what all grown men
and women do, even if they don't talk about it?"

    "Yes, Papa," she said, looking trustfully up at her massive papa.

    "I don't suppose the nuns ever told you about this sort of thing," he
asked with a grin.

    "No, Papa," she said.

    "Well, someday, perhaps you'll inherit my astate after all, and the
you'll be able to choose whichever stud you like from among the male slaves.
You'd like that, wouldn't you?", he asked the little girl in her white
nightgown.

    "Yes, Papa," she said obediently with no idea of what she was saying.

    He laughed. "Listen to the little bitch. Saying yes, she'd like some big
black stud before she even knows what it is." He watched his daughter
carefully. She was looking at the big bed where the big peasant girl had been
kneeling only moments before, and then he saw her gaze move tohe pointed
end of the candle which she was looking at thoughtfully. He realized she had
indeed seen all.

    "Would you like to see what it looks like, Maria?" he asked her, feeling
a twitch of perverse pleasure in his cock at the thought of introducing his
own marriage-bound daughter to the sexual mystery. This would be the
second daughter he corrupted tonight, he realized with a laugh.

    "What what looks like, Papa?" she asked. She was trembling with a
nameless fear, and she didn't know what she was afraid of.

    "What the male sexual organ looks like, Maria. Have you ever seen
one?"

    "No," she said simply, telling the truth. She still didn't really know
what he was talking about, though she had a confused glimpse of his erect
shaft.

    He pushed the covers off his legs with his feet and called her over to
his bedside.

    "Look as much as you want,: he told her.

    She leaned over fascinated at the strange, hideous, unlikely creature
she saw lying between her father's legs. At first she thought it was alive
because she saw it twitch as she looked at it, and she jumped back in fear.

    "Papa! What is it?" she asked.

    Her father laughed, long and loud.

    "You'll find out soon enough," he said. "Do you want to look some
more?" he asked her.

    Slowly she crept back to the bedside and stared fascinated at the
penis and balls that sat attached to the groin of her fatehr, sitting in the
middle of his  dark pubic hair.

    His penis was lying limp along the line where his leg met his torso.
Underneath it lay the two almost hairless balls, the skin somewhat flabby
and pink. The cock itself was still a little inflated with the action it had
just seen, but not at all erect like a full erection. She looked at the strange
thing that she thought of as a creature and while she looked she saw with
fascination that the thing was starting to grow and change shape entirely.

    "Pap! It's growing!" she said. Her eyes were like saucers. Never in her
life she ever seen or imagined anything like this.

    "Indeed it is!" Her father laughed. "And do you know why it's growing?"

    "Why?"

    "Because a little girl named Maria is looking at it. The more you look
at it the more it will grow, and if you touch it with your hands it will grow
even faster. Would you like to see that?"

    The little girl nodded.

    "Then climb up here and touch it," he said, leaning back with a
delighted smile on his lips, as he puffed and pulled at his cigar.

    She climbed up on the bed, and he could see her girlish thighs beneath
her withe nightgown that the nuns had embroidered.

    Suddenly his fingers were itching to feel her clean, fragrant virginal
little girl's cunt. The thought that her pubic area would be bare really made
him determined to see and feel her.

    He resisted while she sat in between his thighs, kneeling facing him
as she had seen Clara do s. Very cautiously she approached her little white
hands and slender fingers to his stiffening cock.

    The second he felt her light touch on his shaft his cock stiffened even
more. It was starting to stand up straight now as it fileld with blood.

    "See what you've one?" he told her.

    She laughed with delight and pushed the cock and watched it spring
back to its upright position.

    "Do that some more. Play with it," her father suggested.

    So for a long time that night, as she became less self-concious and
more caught up in the game, the little girl battered and tickled her father's
cock and balls with her little unknowing hands.

    Roberto was being filled with a tremendous lustful desire, much
greater than the one Clara had been able to arouse in him with her uncouth
approach. The titillating effect of having these little fingers and palms play
all over his cock and balls was such that it was agonizing and delightful at
the same time. It was agonizing pleasure that he wanted to prolong for as
long as he could.

    Roberto knew that he would not be able to fulfill the desires of his
longing with his daughter. She was too young and inexperimented to give him
the kind of fuck he was going to desire. He was going to want a hard
pounding kind of fuck to satisfy him after her prolonged gentle ticklings and
arousing touches.

    She was playing more hide and seek with his cock, covering it up
under the sheets and then diving for it, and rolling over on his bed collapsing
with giggles. Again he glimpsed her white thighs which showed from her
rolled up gown and he reached down for her legs. He suggested to her that
she let him touch her thighs a little while she was playing with him.

    "Fair is fair," she said. "It's part of the game."

    So she agreed to lie still enough, with her legs lying alongside of him,
while she calmed herself al little and continued to shadowbox with his cock.

    He stroked her creamy milk-white hairless thighs and closed his eyes
dreamily.

    He had never thought of her sexually before, but it occured to him now
that someday, and probably very soon, she would be sexually ripe for picking.
He thought about how, if he kept training her, gradually introducing her to
the sexual pleasures he preferred, he would be able to take her and use her
probably with her own consent.

    She would be as beautiful as her mother, he knew, and if he could keep
her from marrying he would be doing himself a favor, for their would be no
son-in-law to claim part of his fortune from him, and no dowry to give
away.

    All these thoughts ran dimly through his mind as her gentle hands
stimulated his fuck stick and he played his own heavy fingers on her light
thighs.

    once he allowed his fingers to clip up and investigate exactly what
kind of groth she had going at her pubis. His fingers felt the total
smoothness of a young girl's hairless pube, and he felt satisfied that she had
not yet started to develop at all. Her entire development would be guided by
his fatherly hand, he decided, and he had caught her just in the nick of time,
just before she started to turn and ripen. She was like a germ bud on the
branch, about to bust into bloom.

    When his cock was quivering with the excitement of these little
hands having free run all over his sexual apparatus, he ordered her down.

    She tickled him one more time, but he reprimanded her. "When I say no
more, I mean no more. You must get used to obeying my  orders exactly, or I
will have to punish you. You understand? Now ring my silver bell for me," he
said.

    She went over to the side  of his bed and pulled the velvet rope handle
that hung there. It was connected to a silver bell in the servant's quarters
that signalled them that thier master was needing something.

    Moments later there was a knock at the master's door.

    "Come in," Roberto called out, and Geoffrey , his big black butler,
appeared.

    The house servants were all dressed in the latest English fashions, as
was fashionable among the gentry in Argentina at the yime.

    "Geoffrey," Roberto said to his slave, "tell me what young women are
in this house tonight."

    Geoffrey, used to his master's ways, was not surprised at this
question and simply:

    "There is Beatrice, the young downstair maid. There is Laura, the old
cook. There is Maria, the cook's helper. There is..."

    "Send me one, a nice young one with big juicy tits, whom you think
would know how to pleasure her master."

    Geoffrey nodded and boewd his way out of the room.

    He sent Beatrice, the new young maid just come on the staff, to the
master.

    "The little girl, his daughter, was sitting there by his bedside,"
Geoffrey reported to the gathered kitchen help. "She sat there like a little
queen, as if she understood exactly what was going on, with no shame on her
face."

    Laura, the old cook shook her head as did the rest of the help. it was
not their place to pass judgment on their master's immoral ways.

    Beactrice was a French girl who had come to the Spanish colonies to
escape French prison. She was given the choice of being incarcerated or
deported for a variety of crimes, among them pickpocketing and petty
thievery, prostitution, being a pauper and a corruptor of youth.

    She was only nineteen herself whe she chose deportation, and she had
pleaded to her judge that she couldn't be a corrupter of youth if she was only
a youth herself who had been corrupted to poverty. But her pleas had fallen
on deaf ears, and she was sent off to this new country all alone to try and
make her way here honestly.

    On the wharf of her new country, she had signed papers making her
Don Roberto de Managua's indentured maid servant for seven years, and she
was immediately taken out into the bush by de Managua's overseer, who had
been instructed to hire some new help.

    Beatrice was an ambitious girl, and she was very dissatisfied
working so far away from all the excitement of the city. For she was a city
girl herself, a Parisian, and she was used to the more refined pleasures of
the city, as opposed to the dull monotony of country living. Then, too, she
longed for the company of white people. She was glad when she heard that
the master and his daughter were coming to the plantation to stay for a
while, for she hoped she would be allowed to converse with them and have
some intelligent conversation about city life again. She hoped he would
bring lots of city folk with him as guests, and was dissapointed to see him
arrive alone.

    But that night when she was summoned from her garret bed to go to
the master's bedroom, she felt that destiny had taken an interest in her, and
she was very excited as she knocked on his door.

    She had seen him stepping from his carriage, and she had instantly
liked his large build, aristocratic features and voice. He reminded her of the
Parisian aristocrats whom she had seen and envied, riding about in their
carriage in Paris. Often she had found her way into their beds too, so she
was not surprised to be called again by her master.

    "How do you do, sir, my name is Beatrice, and I am your new
indentured servant," she said to him in her best Spanish.

    Roberto surveyed her up and down. She was very pretty, with
sparkling eyes through which her intelligence shown. She had a pretty little
bust which she exposed to its best advantages beneath the little ruffle of
white lace she had pinned across her collar.

    She raised her skirt to show him her shapely legs in her white ruffled
pantaloons. WHen Geoffrey had knocked on her door and told her where he
was taking her she had quickly sprayed herself over with perfume. She kept
herself immaculately clean at all times, anyway, now that she was living in
a big rich house and was able to keep herself clean. She might be only the
servant here, but at least she was able to take advantages of the luxuries of
hot water that poverty had withheld from her.

    Roberto beckoned her to come forward. His erection was standing up
the way Maria had left it. Maria had retreated back to her veiled bed, as her
father commanded before Beatrice's entrance. Maria had instructions to
watch and "see what you'll be doing one day yourself." So she clung to the
veil on her bed and watched, unknown to the French maid.

    "My, my, you're all ready for me there, aren't you?" Beatrice murmured
with a laugh and she coyly lay her white hands on his pole, after a glance at
him told her it was all right to do so.

    The feel of the more experienced, stronger female hands on his cock
shaft, after his daughter's girlish play, made his cock get stiffer than ever,
and he felt as if he could almost swoon with delight at the feel of the
French girl's hands alone. She knew how to travel up and down hip pole,
while covering the soft round cock head with her cupped palm, initating the
cock going up and down in the cunt.

    She looked up at him and saw how he was enjoying her play with him,
and she smiled.

    "What would you like mo to do, Monsieur." she said. "surely we can't go
on just playing touchy-feely like this. You must want... some more
sophisticated play, eh? What would you like? The tongue?"

    And she stuck out her pretty pointed red tongue at him and turned up
her eyes.

    "Or some of my flesh?"

    She unpinned her ruffled corsage and her boobs were revealed spilling
out of her tight bodice. She leaned over and shook her soulders so that her
tits jiggled as they lay pressed together by the tight confines of her corset.

    "Some pussy? Some nice cunt?" she said. She only suggestively raised
her skirt a few more inches, but all he could see was her ruffled pantaloons.

    He ordered her to strip off everything but her corset, which he liked
for the way it pushed her boobs together. He was much more satisfied with
her looks and manner than he had been with the countrified Clara.

    With Beatrice he knew he had found a woman who could appreciate all
his perversities and pleasures.

    Her pile of garments grew on the bed, as her nude figure appeared
from underneath. Her legs were long and shapely. Her waist small. Her arms
thin and white. Her pubic mound was fragrant and big and a blondish-brown,
like her hair, which she also unpinned so that it fell in curls into the crack
between her boobs.

    When she was naked except for her tight bodice he gestured toer to
approach. He had a real appetite for a cunt now, and he knew he wouldn't
have to restrain himself for fear of catching something. He could tell she
kept herself clean, and this pleased him.

    He pushed himself down on the bed so that he was lying prone an he
gestured her to slowly lower her pussy bush down over his face.

    She did as requested, arching her back nicely so that  her ass globes
jutted out sexily as she slowly brought her fragrant bush to his thirsting
mouth.

    She had extraordinary control over her pussy muscles and now as her
cunt slash approached his mouth she moved her pussy lips open and closed as
if her cunt were speaking to him.

    He stuck out a finger at the last minute so that her open pussy lips
sat down on his thick finger pole, and it made his cock chaft stiffen even
more to watch the way the unexpected stimulation of his erect finger
directly up her cunt made her wriggle and squeal.

    "Ooooooh, that feels good. You are so good to me master, I hope
sucking my pussy gives you much pleasure, I await your command to
pleasure you as you are pleasuring me," she said servilely. She knew how to
act before her employers. If there was one thing she had learned in the long
life she had packed into her few years, it was how to act servile to people
more powerful than she.

    He pulled his finger in and out of her cunt and then pushed his finger
hard up against her clit whil ehe applied his lips to her sopping wet fuck
flesh.

    He had to slurp all the juice that was already pouring out her before
he clear the way to stuffing his tongue inside her. Her taste was delicious
and he had ascertained by his one finger, that her cunt hole was narrow and
tught. The way he liked it. You had to catch them before they had children, he
thought, or they were no good at all.

    His lips and tongue were pressed up against her pussy hole and he was
sloshing his tongue around in her juice and sucking the cunty flavor up while
his finger lay hard against her clit, moving occasionally against the tip of
it.

    Every time he moved his finger ever so slightly against the engorged
tip of her clit he saw her groan with pleasure, but she didn't try to cram her
pussy down over his finger the way Clara had, a way which indicated that
the woman was thinking only of her own pleasure.

    Roberto was very pleased with Beatrice and he suggested to her now
that she bend over and go down on his cock while he continued to suck and
eat her cunt.

    He appreciated the gracefulness of her lithe form as she bent over
fromthe waist like a dancer. Her tits hung out of her corset as she extended
her body over his and brought her lips down his erection.

    It felt wonderful.

    Her bending over had done two things: first of all, it had made her
pussy lips open wider, and second of all it had given Roberto a much better
view of her pink anus flesh, which he now began to massage.

    The moment she felt his wet flat fingertip massaging her anus she
looked over her shoulder and winked at him. Sha was getting the idea of
what kind of kinkiness he was into, and she always felt more comfortable
once she got a reading on a man and knew what he was into. She now knew
that she would be able to handle and probably please him a great deal, for it
seemed they liked to do the same kinds of things.

    After all the experiences she had had in the world, she was hardly a
woman of timid tastes, and out here on the plantation, she had been hard
pressed to find a man with the kind of experience and finesse that she
wanted.

    She continued plunging her mouth down over his shaft. She was
pleased to see that he was very big and pretty hard.

    Roberto on his part was both pleased and surprised when the delicate
little French girl plowed his entire cock deep into her throat with vigor. She
was doing what the native girl had not been able to do at all, and he felt her
lipsbite into his groin flesh as if to say -- see how far I can go? Meanwhile
her throat muscles contracted around his cock head deep inside her.

    They were both picking up speed in their atten ions to each other. She
was pressing her lips hard against his shaft as the oiled pole slipped up and
down almost of its own accord while she held her throat perfectly in place.

    Meanwhile, his finger was going like a piston in her pussy, making her
love flesh start to throb and tremble around his thick digit.

    His tongue lapped at her juices as fast as they flowed out of her love
hole and he figured she must have come at least once already if she was
pouring juice out this fast.

    He thought of his little daughter Maria watching from her corner of
the room and he started pelting his cock into Beatrice's sweet red lips with
upheavals of his hips and groin.

    She grabbed his ass with her hands and participated with him in
ramming his cock deep into her throat where her throat muscles grabbed at
it and pulled at it as he slid out again.

    "I'm going to shoot my wad into your mouth soon, little girl," he
whispered loud anough so that his daughter could hear.

    It really turned him on to think of the little girl getting her sexual
initiation by watching her father fuck this very deft French maid.

    Her ass was arching and wriggleing over his head as he wiggled her
clit flesh with his finger. Her ass wiggling like a happy dog's and all she
needed was a tail to make this comparison complete. He thought of the
different costumes he would like to dress her up in, and wondered if she
ever done any work with leather.

    But his thoughts couldn't wander very far because of the absolutely
expert blow job she was giving him. her hands were caressing his balls now,
and as the rhythm picked up one pace more, she began squeezing them to the
beat of their sexual frenzy.

    He felt his balls tickled and squeezed and he felt his juices gathering
together to make the big shoot. When she began nibbling on his cock  head
each time she drew it out, before plunging it in faster, he knew he could not
hold off much longer.

    He was practically drowing in her cunt juice and suddenly he felt a
real quaking of her pussy flesh around his fully inserted thumb and
forefinger and before he knew it his cock was quaking in reply.

    She took that as a signal to go up and down his pole even faster than
before and she made himthrob harder and harder before the final plunging
deep into her soft pussy-like throat beat th ecock juice out of him, so that
he came in her mouth inthundering spurts of cock spasm, spilling his
precious pearly cum deep into her French throat.

    It felt wonderful.

    All hos and sexy.

    He could hardly stand it.