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Heather and Jaime came down to the main floor of Sabine's house with Eva between them. Each of them had an arm around the girl, effectively keeping her from covering her naked body as they guided her down the steps. Heather couldn't decide if Eva's blush was out of shyness or her recent orgasm.
Jaime nuzzled the German girl's neck before peeling away from her to head toward the buffet table. He started picking away at a plate of samosas with a vengeance. He must be hungry, Heather thought.
Sometime during their trip upstairs, the admiral had arrived and was stretched out along one of Sabine's large couches in the living room. The brown-skinned girl who Catherine and Kitten had tied to the bench earlier knelt on the floor next to the couch and was trying to put as much of the man's large cock into her mouth as she could. She was having trouble.
"Hello Heather," he said, affecting a slight smile. "It's good to see you again."
He pulled himself out of the girl's mouth and stood, offering a gentle handshake. Heather grasped the man's rough hand automatically and smiled. She said something neutral, as if they were meeting by chance at a restaurant or a bookstore. It was then she realized how strange the encounter was.
I've seen this man on television, she thought. Of course, she had met the man when she first arrived at Sabine Maas' home, but she got very drunk that night and didn't make the connection immediately. He was introduced as "the admiral," but she didn't think anything of it. Her uncle was called "captain" by his friends and it meant nothing.
Now the recognition dawned on her. The powerfully-built naked man in front of her normally wore a black uniform over his wide shoulders and a white cap on his closely-cropped hair. She knew she would recognize his name if she heard it, this was a man who talked to the President on a regular basis. Her train of thought was grinding to a halt as she wondered whether he had come to Brazil by aircraft carrier or submarine...
"Who is your friend," he asked, looking over at Eva.
"This is Sabine's niece, Eva," Heather said.
The admiral started to offer his hand again but stopped. Eva was staring at the man's erect cock as it bobbed in front of him, her eyes were wide. It was nearly a foot long and, Heather noticed, ugly. Wider at the base, it had an oddly shaped head and bent slightly downward, although he was fully erect. Heather felt the scratch of Eva's pubic hair on her thigh as the girl pulled closer to her and, more than slightly, away from the thing she couldn't take her eyes off of.
Just as Heather noticed that she, too, was staring Catherine wrapped her arms around the admiral's shoulders from behind and kissed his neck, "David, put that away. You're scaring the little girls."
He let out a quick chuckle and pulled the tall woman around into his embrace. The two were the same height and nearly the same build. Heather wondered which of them would win if they fought. She thought about the two of them wrestling and the thought quickly morphed into what it would look like if they fucked right in front of her.
I couldn't take it, Heather thought, that thing would hurt me.
Heather wondered if the large man would be gentle with her when she realized she was still staring at his penis. Catherine now had it in her hand and was stroking it roughly.
"Heather, sweetie, come over here and kiss this man," she said. "Don't be rude."
Heather pried her eyes upward and stepped toward the man. He put his arms around her and kissed her, gently. Her tongue slid against his lazily until Catherine let go of the admiral's cock, causing it to slap against Heather's bare stomach. The touch of the malevolent thing made her shiver.
When she pulled away, she saw that Catherine had Eva in her strong arms and was bringing her closer to the man. Her hands ran up and down the naked girl's body, pulling her nipples and dipping into her pussy. With careful pressure, she put the girl on her knees in front of him and wrapped her hands around his cock. She said something in German, quietly into Eva's ear, and knelt behind her.
Eva closed her eyes and guided the massive cock into her mouth; she was only able to fit the head between her lips.
Heather noticed a flitter of movement in the corner of her eye and stepped away from the scene before her. She walked down a hall, toward the front door, where she saw the brown-skinned girl hastily pulling on a pair of brown pants. Her moves were made clumsy by her haste, the process looked torturous.
The girl looked up and started shaking her head frantically, chattering rapidly in Portuguese. Heather smiled, said "OK," and knelt in front of her. Carefully, slowly, she untwisted the garment and pulled it up over the girl's naked hips. Before fastening the button at the top she kissed her abdomen, eliciting a quiver from her.
When Heather stood, the girl dropped to her knees and buried her face into the humid cleft between her thighs. Without hesitation, without shame, her tongue snaked into Heather's mound and started pounding against her clit. She wrapped one hand around to grip her ass while the other pressed against the hollow of her chest between Heather's breasts, pressing her to the wall of the foyer.
Heather relaxed, raising her leg and laying back against the wall rather than wrestling with her. She laid one hand on the corner of the wall while lacing her fingers into the girl's hair.
It's like Disneyworld, Heather thought. You get the E-ticket and everything is open.
Heather rolled her hips into the girl's mouth, moaning and gasping. She didn't get to come when she and Jaime lay down with Eva and her arousal was quick to come over her. She came swiftly, "What's your name sweetness? Who are you?"
When she stood, the girl kissed her quickly, picked up her brown shirt and quickly ran out the front door.
Heather turned back toward the living room when a knock came at the door. She looked through the peephole to see the girl standing there. She opened the door.
The girl handed Heather a pen and clipboard. Behind her, beyond the driveway was a large brown van. The girl she had seen strapped into the weight chair, the one trying to fit the admiral's huge cock into her mouth, had only stopped by the house that day to deliver a package.
Heather initialed the UPS form and took a large envelope from the delivery girl. As she closed the door, she wondered briefly where Sabine was.
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