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	Cassie Hole Pt 6

The pool shimmered in the heat, the clean blue water undulating
restlessly against the sides of the tiles.  Michael worked some
business ledgers and the cell phone that was always at his side.
The sun that embraced the L.A. mansion that day was harsh and
full, the shadows long and high.  "Has he been picked up yet?" He
asked into the cell.  "Good."  He set back the phone, dismissing
it and looking at his watch.  A good forty-five minutes or so
before the investor would arrive and he had a few things to do. 
He put more lotion on his chest and over his shoulders, along the
bridge of his nose, then replacing his sunglasses.  He got up and
gripping his cell, he made his way to the cabana, shedding his
swim trunks as he did.  He walked into the shaded cabana naked
and stepped into the shower stall, soaping up and washing his
hard frame.  After a few minutes he pulled on a thick terrycloth
robe and opened the garment bag, pulling out the Armani suit and
dressing before the mirror, careful to adjust his tie perfectly.
A shallow noise came from out back.

When satisfied, he made his way into the outside atrium, the sun
still allowed in, but muted, not as hot, but warm.  His servant
had put out a delectable array of foods to pick from, drinks and
a mirror, the latter in case the mark had other interests. 
Michael opened an Evian, drinking deep.  His phone buzzed,
alerting him that his company had arrived, pulling up the drive.
He turned and stretched, pretending to be engrossed in a
portfolio.  His servant came down a few minutes later, walking in
followed by a Spanish gentleman, carrying a briefcase.  Michael
excused his servant, knowing that the servant would be leaving
for the day as expected.

Michael stood and shook his hand, proffering him a seat as he sat
back. His visitor had a direct view over the pool area.  Michael
made sure that his back was facing the area, only the mirror from
the guest room showed the whole panorama.  An hour must have
passed before Cassie came out, dressed in baggy sweats and a huge
T-shirt.  She rushed into his arms and hugged me wildly. "Daddy,
ohhhh, we had such a good time..."  Michael smiled down at her
and pulled her back and turned her to face his visitor.  "Cassie,
this is my friend, Mr. Salazar, this is Cassie my daughter." 
Cassie reached out her hand demurely and shook Mr. Salazar's
hand, looking up directly into his eyes.  She was polite and
shook his hand, holding it an extra second or so longer than
necessary. She whirled around back at me.  "Daddy, can I go
swimming, it is so hot!"  Michael looked at her.

"Well I don't know Cassie, I and Mr. Salazar have some business
to conduct and it may interfere..."

"No, no...that is OK, that will not bother me...besides she does
have a point, it is hot here in your beautiful land, and our
business shouldn't disrupt a child's play.  Let her swim, I am
sure it won't get on our way." 

"Are you sure?' Michael looked at him questioningly. 

"No, no that will be fine."  He smiled good-naturally at her and
watched her pout at me, a pleading look on her face.  

At that Michael shooed her on her way and watched her wiggle out
the side door of the atrium.  She giggled going out down the walk
to the cabana.   A few minutes passed and a change showed
slightly on Salazar's face. 

Michael glanced slightly at the mirror as he raised his glass to
drink.  Cassie was walking out of the cabana in a pink bikini, a
white robe flaring out from her shoulders, the bottoms barely a
thong and her top a strip an inch wide so that her cunt and tits
were covered, but not by much.  She also had high heels on, the
nasty Lucite type strippers wore, clear and high.  She was
shedding her robe to lay down on her chaise lounge and spreading
her legs on either side, facing directly at the atrium, so that
Salazar got a good eyeful.  She poured lotion into her palm as
she laid back and began to rub the crme into her tan skin, first
on her face and neck and then her arms and then along under her
top, caressing her tits and her stomach.  Cassie had orchestrated
this Michael knew.  Cassie poured more lotion in her palm and
then lifted her panty bottom and delved in to rub her cunt hole
with smooth lotion, showing Salazar all of it as she yanked the
strip aside, but pretending to not notice her sluttish display. 
In fact, she turned her face away as she fingered her clit
momentarily for him, pretending he wouldn't see or wasn't
looking. She pushed up on the tips of her heels, arched her back
and fingered her hole slightly for a few seconds and then pulled
away and smoothed the extra crme along her cheek and nose.
Finally she left herself completely lewdly on display for his
feasting eyes as she laid back with her arms tossed up over her
head and  looking as if she was resting.  Her cunt mound actually
pulsed under her thin pink bikini.  

His cell phone rang as Michael was pointing to the profit
graphics in the report spread out before me and Salazar.  "Hold
on."  Michael spoke in to the phone.  "Yes, yes, OK, wait a
minute," Michael covered the mouthpiece.  "Mr. Salazar, can I ask
you to give me a minute, I have a confidential call from my
office, I must ask you to step outside if you could."  Michael
fidgeted about, pointing out the side door. "Why not see if
Cassie can get you something.  I'll only be a minute. I
apologize; it should be just a few minutes. Thank you."  Michael
turned back to his conversation and saw Salazar stumble out
towards Cassie.  His drink was the third that Michael had given
him.  He was a Gin man.  Michael smiled as he went. Michael spoke
in the phone.  "She is such a slut."  Another call came in and
Michael turned away, watching Salazar from his vantage point in
the reflections,  as he took a look around and then settled with
his drink and sunglasses on in a small alcove corner, not
directly in his line of vision but certainly clearly directly
able to stare fully at Cassie.  She lifted up and then turned
over and made her self comfortable face down on the sun bed, her
speaker ear buds dangling from her ears to her MP3 player. He
jittered uncomfortably at first, moving to see subtly if Michael
was watching him, and then dropping a napkin so he could survey
the upper windows.  He pulled his cell phone out and pretended to
issue a call although his South American cellular connection was
worthless here in LA.  He shifted up and then stood as if deep in
conversation, strolling aimlessly it seemed.  He made a wide arch
so that he could get advantage to peer at her straight on, hoping
to see her lips of small budding titties so bared in her top. 
Cassie actually leaned up momentarily and tugged the top back and
forth so as to tease and then laid her head back, her red
sunglasses hiding her field of vision.  Salazar then, changed
tactics and walked over to the table area behind her and put down
his drink and jutting the phone in the crook of his neck and
shoulder, cocked his head as he lit a cigarette and looked
directly up between her taut ass cheeks, the pink suit looking as
if it were painted on and affording him a peepers view.  He then
kicked at the ground talking and absentmindedly sauntered closer
to her, still assuming her was out of his view as Michael was
facing away from him.  He checked the mansion windows trying to
cover his obvious intent to leer at Cassie and her desirous
juvenile body and open flaunting of her ass and spread legs,
draped as they were along the sides of the lounge chair, making
it almost appear that she was ready to hump against the sun bed,
 She would make a sing song noise along with the MP3 player that
blared into her earplugs, shaking her ass a little as she did. 
When he felt timing was right he stopped and looked up and there,
five feet away was Cassie, her ass trembling to her music, her
pubic cunt area grinding into the cushion and her ass jutted out,
her skin sweaty and her firm muscular body jarring to him, so
fresh and close and young and ripe and obviously judging from her
fathers arrogance, likely to become a cock tease whore like all
woman with too much time and a rich family, LA was infamous for
churning out mindless putas, all spoiled and not much better than
eye candy but this one he had to admit, she was young enough not
to be affected yet.  

His only regret was that she was his client's daughter, had he
seen her at the hotel's pool, he'd have sent her a soda from the
bar and insinuated his interests to meet hers, no matter how
frivolous. He'd find a way to show her that he was a trusted
older figure, non-threatening, coax her with a shopping spree
perhaps or a lavish dinner and limo ride, and beg off when she
tried to show her thanks, of course, graciously reneging and
suggesting perhaps a drink in his room and a photograph of her in
her new outfits so that he could remember her in his travels.  It
was always the same, perhaps feigning a hot bite of a peppered
tamale so that he had to burst into the bathroom in the middle of
her changing of simply entice her to show a little more in the
photo, to be a little bit "grown up."  They usually felt shamed
and generally shrugged it off as he came over and showed her how
to adjust her new dress or top, always allowing his fingers to
rub her tits of caressing her neck as he moved her hair or
complimenting how thin and attractive she was, tugging along her
waist and making sure that he diddled her clit as he looked at
her and thanked her for being so nice with him, letting him delve
into her exciting life and letting him purchase the outfits for
her and being so well mannered and mature as to come up and have
a refreshment with him on his last night here in town, always
talking and stroking her a little more firmly and as he felt the
first moistness he would stop and then adjust the hem so that she
was partially exposed or her top was open so far that she might
not have bothered buttoning it.  So foolish yet so convincing to
these young woman her hoping to be discovered and cared for and
believing that he would return and be someone important with
means to look over her, maybe get her a break in the
entertainment arena.  He took the photos and they in the end
accepted the bargain and, if not allowed him to fuck them, gave
him a hand job or an inexperienced blowjob.  Some even gratefully
wanted a older man to bed them, showing that they were worldly
enough to satisfy a man as old as their father of uncle.  The
attention was a thrill that in a community that adorned stars and
game show hosts, they felt elevated somehow and he got a sexual
conquest.  

He spoke to the non existent voice on the other end of the phone
and stood looking at Cassie and her splayed vision of a walking
wet dream directly in front of him.  He had to admit that he had
had his share of young pussy here in LA and some were memorable
but she had some quality, some unnoticed openness that made her
appealing in a non needy way, nothing to prove or want, simply
that she was a nymph and lecherous Lolita that gamely silently
echoed to a man's visceral want, a discerning desert that would
be indescribable and delicious and draining.   As her ass came up
a bit as she shook he saw between her legs to where the material
of her bottom cupped her vagina along her indent lips and then
her ass bounced down and shook firmly, her movement actually
grinding along with her rhythmic music.  He lolled his head
towards Michael and still he had his head turned away and still
on the phone.  He then swallowed the last hard toss of his
powerful drink and then walked over so that he stood behind her
blocking the sun partially from her legs as he snapped his phone
shut and admired her form up close, wanting her to notice him as
the shadow covered her.  After careful attention to her every
curve and jutting pink clad ass and small swell of her barely
covered titties, he was burning her image into his mind's eye,
certain that somewhere in his fantasies he would be peeling that
skimpy suit from her lithe body and actually running his broad
fingers over and into her succulent flesh, gripping her ass in
his mind as he was stroking himself somewhere later.  Cassie
noticed or sensed something near and she first looked at her
father and then turned pulling out the ear plugs and lowering her
sun glasses so that she could see would was leering at her,
knowing that as much as she acted that she had no inkling.  He
had been lingering and lusting after her as soon as he had come
out of the house, and she almost knew and felt his eyes on her as
he furtively made his lecherous way toward her.  She knew and she
wanted him to feast on her body, wanted him to be a surreptitious
and furtive towards her, wanted to allow him to see what she knew
was in her power, to make him feel that she was innocent and
unknowing about his lusting craving that allowed him to ply his
perverse hunger even while he was so close to her father/husband
and knowing that, attempt to approach her anyway.  She looked up
at him demurely and licked her upper lip. "Oh hi, are you and
Daddy all done?  Did he have to leave?"  She let the word leave
linger a little, ambiguous as to him if she hoped that or she
wasn't sure.  As she came up her hardened nubs of her titties
poked at her top, clearly showing, small as they were.  

"Oh no, no, I am waiting for your father to conduct some business
over the phone before we resume.  I was just looking around your
wonderful home, you are a very lucky girl Miss Cassie, it is such
a peaceful palace your father and you have here."  Salazar
continued to check out her body at close range and every time she
shifted up she shuttled the small bottom up tighter.  She took
the glasses completely off and actually turned half onto her side
and let him see her full frontal pose, her nipples even jutting
out thicker and where her thighs joined her small pink wedge of
bikini bottoms scrunched into her twat lips and he stared, he
leered hard and mindfully took snapshots that he would carry with
him, his tongue unnoticeably wetting his lips as he did.  "Yes it
is very beautiful as you seem to be growing into as well."  He
blurted the compliment out, his mind racing ahead without
thinking.  She looked up and smiled and fluttered her lashes,
down turning her lips mockingly at him.  "Oh, Mr. Salazar are you
saying that I'm not beautiful yet?"  She waited a second as he
seemed lost for words and she giggled. She placed her hand on his
wrist.  "I was just kidding you, Daddy should be finished soon,
is there something I can get you?"  She coaxed him and let her
hip rest back down so that he could no longer look directly at
her cunt pouch and he smiled slightly.  

"No actually I was wondering if there was a little boy's room in
the cabana back there? I hate to bother going through the house
until your father is ready for me."  He gave her his most
benevolent white smile as she nodded and pointed back.

"Oh yeah, it's in there over to the left right past the lockers.
Go on in, I am certain that Daddy will be finished soon."  She
put the ear buds back in and laid back and a secretive smirk
crossed her lips.  Her cunt lips were splayed wide and painted
taut against her miniscule pink thong bottoms. 

Salazar hurried into the cabana and used the restroom and eased
out past the lockers built in the center back wall of the room. 
He noticed a small alcove to the right of the room and looked
around and came to a washer/dryer combo that had a small vent
hole peeking through the wooden wall.  It was dark and Salazar
looked out past the vent pipe to the view across the yard.  He
could see Michael still speaking and gesturing with his hands. 
Then closer in, maybe ten feet he saw Cassie, now reclining on
her side facing the building and her leg flagging back and forth
to the music in her ears.  If he leaned up on the washer he was
afforded a perfect view of her reclining sling of fuckable beauty
and tender ripe tits and the moist vector of her cunt pouch that
joined at her thighs.  By her wagging her leg he saw the
pulsating pumping of her twat and tits shaking in fluid
throbbing.  He was assured she could not see him and when he was
in peeing he shook and then stroked his cock playing the close
images he had seen minutes before in his memory.  He again
focused on her, laying there so vulnerable and packaged for his
sight, for his lewd enjoyment.  He unzipped and reached into his
boxers and unfolded his cock, keeping his hand in his trousers in
case he needed to zip quickly.  He knew that it was insane to be
attempting this but then he knew that this opportunity may never
appear again.  He had to relive himself, this transaction with
Michael had been so stressful for months and he thought, if he
drained his cock he could at least feel calmer when he went back
before her father.  He put his hand back to brace himself with
his eyes centered on Cassie's form, her puffy nipples and, he
assumed, her bald barely covered hole.  He was past moving away
from this action, he needed it, he needed release somehow.  He
put his hand back and he actually reached into the open barrel of
the washer and he pulled the first fabric he found, taking it out
to look at it.  It was a wispy thin pair of sheer panties and
that they were hers was in no doubt.  He heaved gratefully and
then smelled them, the musky heavy aroma like a rare expensive
cologne in his nostrils.  He actually looked at her as he sucked
the cunt patch on them, certain that he was able to taste her
subtle sweat and discharge.  His mind swirled as he inhaled
deeply and longingly.  He then pulled his cock out and wrapped
her panties around them, the blood engorged shaft filling and
growing hard, his eyes moving from Cassie's blatant baring of her
self and the actual fact that her worn panties were enveloping
his cock as his hand beat himself off, savoring the building
pressure in his bloating ball sacs.  He made sure to keep his
vision on her and beyond that her father, Michael.  The crack in
the wall was wide enough to give him a direct bead on the pair
and allow him easy access to milk his prick.  He felt his tool
steel and harden completely full, the feel and smell of her cunny
heightening his excitement.  He let off and pulled the panties
back to his face as his seepage had soaked in with hers, the
exhilarating moistness so close to being next to her fuck sleeve,
her cleft cum treasure that she so wantonly showed him. He was
sure now that she had actually wanted him to see her displayed
the way she rolled over and teased him with her sultry small
shallow feminine voice and the way she turned and bared her
membrane thin wet bikini to his leering, wanting him to see her
lips curve under the bottoms, wanted him to see her erect puffed
nipples under her top as they pointed at his probing secretive
glance and moistened lick of lips.  She had to know, had to see
that he was keyed up and gave him those seductive signals to
console him, she was intuitive, she must be.  He also knew that
when he left here today he would have her pair of childish
panties that had her first drippings on them in his pocket.  He
again sucked the cunt patch in front as he turned the panties
inside out so that her smeared cuntal constraint of the fabric
would be there on his taste buds, and then he again opened and
swathed his pulsating rod with them again and his rustlings that
began in his balls started coursing signals out along his body
and his eyes flickered slightly as he worked his hard his
lifelong habit of striding out his strokes, long measured strokes
and then a quick firm snap of his wrist over the crown of his
cock as his pre cum felt slick over his cock crown and let the
motion glide down and begin again at the base.  It was his
technique he used when he was really enthused with his fantasy as
he jerked his fuck rod, knowing that he would erupt in a profuse
load of cum at this rate, he shuttered his eyes open and looked
back over the vent pipe and his breath gasped as he could just
make out the edge of Cassie's Lucite heel clicking away from the
sun bed, her MP3 left in a puddle on the blanketed cushion.  He
held his cock and as he slid his hand slickly over the crown to
the base he stopped and his fuck cock jumped in defiance wanting
the familiar motion to proceed, to continue to jack out his juice
load.  He leaned back at the washer and still he saw Michael
talking through the window and unnoticing anything beyond the
conversation he was having.  He yanked the precious panties away
from his cock and stuffed them into his pocket and at that exact
moment Cassie came walking in, her heels filling his ears and the
puckered uplift of her ass cheeks encased in pink muscular
motions, left and then right.  She whipped the towel from her
shoulders and stopped in front of the bank of lockers and opened
one, yanking her top up and off over her head.  Throwing it in
the locker she sat and pulled the heels off and then stood and
slowly, slowly pulled her bottoms down along her thighs, over her
knees, along her calves, letting them puddle at her feet and
kicking them aside.  She reached up to the top shelf in the
locker, standing on her tip toes and reaching hard for something
there.  

Salazar could not believe his eyes, there she was less than ten
feet from him, giving him a strip show, revealing her taut tits
and baring her apple swelled ass to him and leaning up so that
the precocious petite preteen was so close that he could smell
the chlorine on her skin. He saw her parting lips as she tried in
vain to get her hand farther into the shelf.  She murmured under
her voice and again sat on the bench and spread open her legs
facing in his direction and again put the high heels back on, as
she did her bald pussy showed just the first hint of development,
a ebbing bulge of her lips.  If she had looked up she'd have seen
him standing there, his fingers holding his cock, his face dark
and barely exhaling his shallow breathes.  She looked and ran a
finger along one of her toenails and rubbed it and frowned
slightly.  She ran her hands up her face and into her strands and
tussled her hair out as she stood up and went back to the locker,
this time her hand was able to reach the folded terrycloth robe
as she opened and wrapped herself as she went to the bench again
and sat again facing him.  She lifted her right foot to the bench
and examined her toenail and the robe fell away and her legs
splayed out offering Salazar a full exposed display of herself,
all of her body, her cunt and tits wrapped in a cocoon of the
lush white robe. Her attention was riveted by her toenail and it
gave Salazar a chance to edge farther back towards the shadows.
Still he had a urge at seeing her sitting there naked and
impossibly erotic that he resumed his nefarious whacking along
his knob and cock tube, he had been so close that his jizz seeped
out his pee hole. He had such a roaring within him he wanted to
just resume his cock play, wanted her to allow him.  All reason
had escaped him in the situation he found himself in, he could
only somehow will her to go into the bathroom and allow him to
cum and then make his way out without being noticed.  He again
straightened against the washer and tried to become invisible,
his glowering cock sticking out like a pole and the mental hatred
of himself at wanting to continue to jack off and his failing
assurance that Cassie would leave the area at all.  She hummed a
tune as she looked at her foot and that at least allowed him to
breath again, masking the sound but his cock hold technique again
coming into play as he went back stroking and then slicking over
his cock crown, the whole shaft was a blush of red it had swelled
so hard and had stopped and now he had to resume his cock play,
not as feverish but it was allowing him relief as his hand made
it's way over the coarseness of his cock.  Cassie put her heel
down on the floor and stood and while fluffing out her hair she
was shielded from viewing him but still her saw her tempered
nipples in her robe and her sloped thighs.  She turned to go
towards the bathroom and Salazar let out a held breath and then
watching her through lidded eyes, ramped up working his aching
raw pounding fuck cock.  He relaxed his bunched shoulders and
leaned his full weight back against the machine, feeling his cum
dump swimming full in his gloating balls.  He breathed deeply
knowing he could carry the naked displayed spread look of Cassie
volunteered to his lecherous amusement and gratification.  His
eyes looked at his cock now, his reflexive actions carrying him
close and farther towards his needed expulsion. The shower sound
played in his ears as he heard Cassie prepare to rinse down, he'd
be done and gone before she even stepped in to that humid steam
to cleanse her cock enticing faultless body and cock holes.  He
knew he was seconds away.

Suddenly Cassie was standing in front of him, her back against a
railing and her hand on her hip parting open the robe to the
side, her fingers clutching the wet pink minuscule scraps of her
bikini. Her holding them was a reference to the fact that she
meant to deposit them in the washer when she found him, madly
throttling his erect hard cock in his hand, his eyes glazed and
his face contorted into a grimace of cruel relief.  The color
from his face drained down his neck and his hand stopped moving,
the stringy webbed strands of cum sluice between his fingers.  He
looked at her, in her blue cobalt eyes, a vacant echo shining
into hers.  

Cassie, her eyes looking at his face and then down along his arm
to his cock as it wagged there mid air and made no motion
forward, her legs open and leaning against the concrete pillar of
the cabana house.  She let the pink small slips dangle and fall
from her fingers and then still kept the robe back off her proud
tiny athletic body as he did not move, did not utter a sound, his
heart beating fast.  Her voice small and coy and convincingly
bewildered said to him as she looked again at his cock, the red
color now edging purple and not becoming flaccid from the looks
of it.  "Are you hurt?"  She looked at his bursting man shaft and
worked a look of concern across her small face, a worried patina
showing.  Salazar at last was able to breathe out and his head
lagged rather than shook up and down.  She mimicked shards of
sympathy, her mouth again opening as she spoke in a childish tone
that he took for her confusion.  "Does your, does your man thingy
hurt, I mean did you hurt your, I mean, down there?"  Her eyes
glowed looking at it.  Then the condescending voice again, "Is
there anything I can do Mister?"  Salazar was at turns scared and
horrified that Cassie, her bald cunt so near and moist, her tits
so ripe and prominent although they were so small and naked for
his watchful eyes.  "Can you say anything Mister?"  She came
closer to his rampant cock and was near enough to touch it but
she held back.    From the second she had leaned down and picked
up the paltry bits of her cock tease pink bikini and looked and
saw Salazar standing there beating his cock meat she about lost
control.  How badly, she thought, as she stood before his hard
thick dick tool, she wanted nothing more than to pull his hand
away and devour the full length in her mouth, to savor its taste
and smell and feel the life juice pleading to escape into her
willing mouth, to make him hold her hair and duck her cum mouth
deep on it so she could only breath through her nose and have him
call her exactly what she was. A cock sucking child whore, a
nasty dirty fuck girlie and scum slut as he played with her,
played with her body he wanted to, to ravage her uninhibitedly
and freely.

"Maybe I should get Daddy?" She started to step back but Salazar
grabbed her wrist and spoke at her.  "No!"  Salazar looked
through the vent hole and saw Michael in his office, pointing to
a map as he talked still into his cell phone.  "No, I think you
can help, it's OK, its fine. Don't get your Daddy baby."  Cassie
turned back and moved so that her exposed open robe flapped next
to his side and while the heels gave her height, her hand was at
the right angle to tentatively reach and touch and then remove
her hand from his cock and even that make him moan
appreciatively.  She looked to him as if asking if that was what
she was suppose to do?  He nodded.  She then reached and wrapped
her tiny fingers over his shaft and felt the familiar pulse in
his cock tube, that surge of blood and gelled sperm flow.  "Like
this Mister, is that right?"  He only moaned again and although
she knew how to expertly bring a man off, she feigned curiosity
and no understanding of how she was to proceed.  She played the
role as expertly as she had rehearsed.  

Salazar reached to her nipples and rubbed them and teased her so
that her fever grew but not enough so that she began dripping,
rather her cunt seeped moistly Her lips pursed in sweet
anticipation of his splotched stream of cock crme that would
erupt soon, her thoughts racing forward.  "Were you doing this,
moving your hand to make yourself feel better?"  Cassie continued
to pace her hand in a gradual faster motion, looping up the shaft
and ringing the girth and sliding up and faster down and ringing
it again and again as the cum wept over his fingers and nails.
She absolutely had to taste his fuck crme, and she wiped some on
her other hand and licked the taste while he threw his head back,
a guttural moan coming from his throat.  "A boy once told me that
men like to look at girls and their wives and girlfriends and
stuff sometime and do this, they make their man thingy all weepy
and stuff while they see girls...do you like that too, do you
like looking at me mister, do you like seeing my naked body like
this?"  To emphasize her question, Cassie, let the robe fall off
to her elbows so she was paraded for his eyes, his hand running
immediately all over her pubescent fuck holes and under age body,
gripping her ass and tickling her cunt lips and then over her
tits again and Cassie enveloped her second hand over his man log
and really worked his brooding cock shaft, the bolt of his under
tube amassing ready to pump out cum in massive quantities.  Her
blood was coursing through her imploring her give into her
natural inclination, grip his ass in her small hands and smother
her mouth on that explosion of jizz and man seed, the small taste
like a delicacy, so much so that she wanted a full mouthful.  Her
frantic need shifted as she leaned in and leaned in as a flesh
backboard against his fuck choke stick.  She wanted the splash
over her skin so that as she went and ran to the bathroom, she
could scoop in up and gorge her hunger in private.  "Do you feel
any..." As Cassie started to speak his cock blasted forth with a
stream of his cock dregs as Cassie leaned in just long enough and
then shrieked and stumbled back, fear showing in her face as she
yanked up his robe and ran to the shelter of the bathroom, his
stringy sperm hanging across her tits and lower chin.    

Michael entered the cabana at that moment and peered around.
"Salazar, you here?" Salazar cringed back in the shadows, his
crotch area festooned in spermy ropes of cum and jizz splayed
over his hand.  As Michael turned towards the bathroom area where
Cassie was, he suddenly turned and saw Salazar meekly try and
cover his mess and guilt.  Looking furious, Michael stormed
Salazar.  "What the hell is going on here? Where is my daughter?
Cassie, where are you?"  Salazar just looked dumbfounded and
nodded.  Cassie's thin sweet voice called out.  

"Here Daddy..."  She put a frightened twinge in her voice so as
to add to the drama.  Michael held Salazar.  "Have you been in
here spying on my daughter, looking at her and jacking off, is
that what this is?  You fucking pervert, I'll have you deported
so fucking fast you'll never come back in this country to do
business, fucking jacking off looking at a precious 12 year old
and God knows what you wanted to do to her?"  Salazar was close
to crying.  He wiped what cum he could off his pants as he looked
at Michael ready to hit him.  Michael yanked him forward.  "Look
Salazar, I can either get you in a shit load of trouble, or we
can try and work something out."  

Salazar only whimpered apologies.  "Anything?"  Michael lunged
in.  I want you to broker the deal we talked about but on a 50%
reduction for 20 years, no overhead.  We do that and you leave
and no one knows about this?"  

Again Salazar whimpered his OK.  For added measure, Michael
looked at him like he was disgusting and shoved him out the
cabana.  "Now get your things and get out of here.  I only hope
that Cassie didn't see this."  Salazar struggled to zip up and
find his way out, his mind emblazoned with the vision of Cassie's
sweet tight slut body in the minuscule pink bikini and her mouth
and throat enveloping his cock shaft.  Michael turned and walked
to the stalls where Cassie waited.  

"Oh Honey Daddy, did that do it OK, did I do it right?"  She was
looking at her face in the mirror, scooping cum load off her
cheeks and spreading it on her lips and over her nipples, white
against the rest of her tan skin.  She had put the heels back on
so her ass cheeks jutted up and out as she bent at the waist. 
Michael had made sure that Salazar was moving out the yard as he
moved behind her and felt his hand down over her hip and around
to her taut little cum twat.  Hooking a finger, he tickled her
clit and trapped it in between his fingers, immediately wagging
it around.  Cassie opened her legs out wider, and as she did
Michael let his other hand reach down and moisten his one finger
in her cunt well and then slide to her asshole and probe it
slowly then firmly in.  He loved the feel of her tight clamping
asshole on his fat fingers, she had a milking ability with all
her holes now but her ass was especially tight and flexible.  
 
"You did just right dearest, you got me hard just watching the
whole thing, I swear when I saw you come out in that pink shred
of a bikini, I wanted nothing more than to bull my way out there
and force fuck you on the lounge chair.  You wanted Salazar to
rape you, didn't you, I could see how you wanted him to jam his
cock in you no matter what when you spoke with him before going
in the cabana."  Cassie only smiled at Michael.  She moaned under
her breathe as Michael fingered her ass and toyed out her clit. 


"I imagine Mr. Salazar and his South American pull will be very,
very lucrative for us gorgeous, you did very good honey, so very
perfect for us, and it will be a memory for the both of us for a
long time.  He will be able to bring to our fortune quite a lot
of very interesting players, a market that will make Daddy Full
and Flush just like your husband's Full gourds of cum milk, yes,
there Cassie, reach back and cuddle my balls in your oiled hands
baby, get my cock balls nice and slick with your hands.." 
Michael continued his widening of his daughters ass gape hole and
felt her hands stroking and caressing him with her tanning oil
streaked hands, her blond fleece across her ass cheeks, arms and
back sparkling against her tan skin.   His foreskin blossomed
open and his cock cap emerged as she played with him.  

When she had him as hard as a birch branch, he again let a dollop
of his clear spit wag down along her ass crack and saw it soak
directly in her ass hole and weep into her dark damp fuck sleeve
asshole.  He lifted her by the hips and she reached back to
spread open for him, holding the heels of her shoes with both her
fists as Michael held her to his widening brooding cock shaft and
started to push down into her tight buttoned hole and she
stretched and arched to allow him maximum entry and pushed back,
using her ass as a hungry hole trying to milk his girth into her
inviting yielding fuck treat, her ass as all her holes no more or
less than a offered miraculous gift for her
master/father/husband's rutting ripping huge pleasure pole that
gave her so much adoration and unmistakable devotion.  As his
thick member stretched and ground in deep to her, she opened her
eyes faintly watching him in the mirror above her, her face and
chin still smeared with the partial sperm facial from Salazar.
His taste was still on her breath and lolling along her lips and
her thoughts were slightly distracted from the pain/pleasure she
felt as Michael began to thrust into her, by the anticipation of
HIS cock blow, she LOVED the taste, the texture, the luxurious
heaviness of his COCK LOAD that she swooned and had a guttural
moaning when the time came that HE released his fertile fluid, on
her face, in her cunt or in her ass, she always scooped the
seminal wash in her mouth or in her raped cunt or ass hole and
savored it ALWAYS, there was a spiritual feeling to it, savoring
it like a baptismal shroud that she anointed her fuck meat body
with, ashamed to wash it off, putting it off as long as possible.
 She was filled to the core of her body with her Daddy's ramming
jizz log and she was in a state of frenzy knowing that she had
made her Master so happy by seducing and offering her pubescent
crme oozing whore display of forbidden cunt flesh and promise so
that Daddy could use her for his business interest, their future.
 She let  go of one of her heels and hunched up and started to
play with her clit and then felt into her cunt hole and played
with his bulbous cock cap, feeling it through the thin membrane
of her ass, jacking the brutish shaft as he rammed into her
harder and opened her swollen hole.

She was feeling the beginnings of her own cum welling up and she
looked back at HIM as he worked her body so effectively.  "There
Daddy, yes, love me, love and fuck my nasty body and show me what
a dirty little girl I am, what a bad slut I am for you
Daddy...yes, yes...do you like that baby, can you feel my fingers
trying to jack you off Daddy, jack your cock through my wet cummy
hole Daddy, yes, ram me hard and good, oh, God please Daddy, use
my ass good, there ohhhhhh...."  Cassie wanted to get a full
facial of her beautiful Master and owner, Daddy and father, her
stiff stern fuck pole and horny husband, her beloved love of her
life.  "Fuck Daddy, I can feel your hard dick stretching me out,
keep plowing in, don't stop Daddy, don't ever stop..."  At that,
she felt her flood rack her every nerve and her body went into a
spasm as her heart nearly pounded against her thin chest and her
cunt and asshole flared as she convulsed back and over his
rampaging sweaty clammy scum covered blistering prick and ready
to discharge his loaded cum pile into her, hearing her begging
and urging him on.  "Come on my face Daddy, let me suck you out
of my ass into my mouth baby, let me be your open mouthed whore
Daddy, please...pull it out and feed my mouth,
ohhhh...please...."  

Michaels ears heard his daughter issuing her filthy needs and he
was so far gone and the fact that she had done so well today that
he yanked out of her ass quickly and held the collar of his
purplish cock crown until Cassie slid down as fast as she could
and upturned her beautiful eyes and open pouting mouth towards
HIM as he slapped his cock against her drooling mouth and coveted
her open mouth and let his sizable splash of sperm to drench her
mouth, cheeks and chin as he growled out and shook as the cum
seared through his shaft, Cassie eager and frantic at getting HIS
dump as best she could, her ass hole throbbing and her throat
undulating to swallow and hold a full deposit of his fresh layer
of fuck fluid.   

Finally as the sun lengthened outside the cabana, Cassie and
Michael went along the pool and Michael ushered her into the back
sliding door to their bedroom and as the clack of the door slid
closed, Michael snuggled between her legs to feast on her ass and
cunt until they both dozed off in blissful fulfilled sleep.



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