1. The Local Flavour


    Date: 9/14/2017, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Authoritarian, Female Domination, Mature, Scatology, Author: nunkie, Rating: 0, Source: sexstories.com

    beautiful. My husband will be very pleased.’ Three women of varying age and stature enter the room. The first one is pale and skinny. She has a snobbish look on her face, trying to make up for her lack of beauty. She is the oldest of the group, in her mid thirties. Her hair is done up in a pony tail to make her look younger, but actually achieves quite the opposite effect. She has large bulging breast that seem out of proportion compared to her small bony shoulders. Her body looks straight like a plank, without hardly any curves at all. Her legs are equally skinny and her ass is flat. The second one looks eighteen, maybe twenty. She is short and dark-skinned, with a beautiful face. Huge black eyes, a nose like a doll’s, full rosy lips, long shiny black hair draping over her shoulders, partially covering her breasts. She has a very straight back which curves out slightly into a narrow behind. The third woman is also short and dark, but chubby. She has a crude face but her shy smile and down-turned eyes give her an angel-like appearance. Her hair short and curly. She has a round body, with broad hips and a nice compact ass. Her breasts are small, almost unnoticeable beneath her top. They are all wearing barely differing variations of the same theme: high pumps, black net stockings, extremely short miniskirts that make no effort to hide their black thongs, and glittering multi-colored strapless tops that leave their belly buttons exposed. ‘Hi. I’m Sara, and this is my husband ...
    Frank. Do you speak English?’ They look at each other shyly, then shake their heads. It is clear they are very uncomfortable, although seeing me all tied up and soiled on the bed does not seem to shake them. Surely they must have seen all sorts of craziness from the gringo tourists. What they’re uncomfortable about is that they have no clue what these particular gringos are up to. ‘Oh my, my Spanish is not really good, but we’ll have to do somehow. Hola. Yo llamar Sara. Mi marido, Frank. Cómo están? ’ The older woman, obviously the bravest because she has been in the business the longest, takes the lead in answering. ‘Hola. Soy Esmeralda. Ella es Graciela y la gordita es Rosita.’ Rosita, the chubby one, shoots an angry look at Esmeralda because she called her fatty. The older woman ignores her and points a finger at me. ‘ Qué le pasa a él?’ She’s asking about my condition. Sara looks at me over her shoulder, then turns back to the women. ‘Oh, nada. No hay preocupación. El gusta así.’ Although Spanish pronunciation uses no contractions like English does, it is a very fluent language. The syllables are all fully pronounced, yet they glide effortlessly one into the next, allowing for a fast fluid pronunciation that rather than staccato-like, is almost melodious. But Sara pronounces it slowly and carefully, like someone treading on eggs. Still, although her grammar is lacking and her vocabulary seems limited, her Spanish is not too bad. I wonder where she learned it. ‘ El señor ...
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