This story is a work of fiction in which all participants are over 18.
Brian sat on his bed drinking a beer thinking about his evening with Cece. He had gambled that he had her sexual needs figured out, not an easy task by any means, he was relieved that his guess had been right on the money. His abuse of all three of her holes had been just what she craved but she could not come right out and ask to be humiliated and used.
Cece had agreed that his rough treatment of her was perfect, that she would like more rough sex in the future. She had even asked him to purchase some things to physically abuse her beautiful body even more. The only problem he could see was that their encounters would only happen when she wanted them. The sex was so fantastic and so intense that he had agreed to that.
On reflection he figured it was better to have Cece every three or four weeks than not have her at all. With that settled in his mind he finished his beer then turned in.
He was in a good mood when he went downstairs the next morning. He had just gotten his coffee going when he heard a knock. He opened the door to find Valentina, the squatter girl, smiling up at him.
"Hola Vale, how are you this morning?" he asked cheerfully.
Smiling back, she said, "I am very well, but I did not sleep very much last night."
"Why didn't you sleep?"
"Hah, I think you know why," she said with a laugh. "I saw things I have never seen before. Then I saw that the puta enjoyed doing those perverted things. I was very aroused but very confused at the same time."
"So, I suppose you have some questions?" he asked. "You better come in and have some breakfast then."
He poured her a glass of milk then doled out her morning vitamins.
"Would you like French toast for breakfast?" he asked her.
"Oh yes, I had that once with the maple syrup, it was very good," she said enthusiastically.
He made French toast, scrambled eggs and Canadian bacon. He put the plates on the pass thru for Vale to carry to the table then came in with orange marmalade, butter and maple syrup. Vale had never had Canadian bacon and was leery of it until the first bite, then she smiled hugely and quickly devoured her food.
She waited patiently for Brian to finish before getting up to do the dishes. Brian sat enjoying his coffee while he watched her. She was getting quicker at the chore while displaying more confidence. When she was finished, he told her to get another glass of milk before she joined him.
"So, what questions do you have for me?"
Vale was thoughtful for a moment then asked, "How did you know to make her take your entire arm up her butt?"
"Well, every time we have been together, she seemed to like it when I took charge of things. Being a police officer, she always has to be in charge. In her private life she also appears strong and in control. That is hard for a man, especially a Mexican man, to deal with.
"So, when I don't give her a choice, when I tell her that she has to do something, to force her, she likes it very much, can you understand that?" he asked.
Frowning she said slowly, "Yes, perhaps I do. It is uncommon for a Mexican woman to be strong, always we must do what the man wants. But if she says, 'man do what I say' he would not like it and would not want to be with her, maybe he would even be a little afraid of her."
"Yes, that is it exactly. Sometimes she wants to not be in control, but she needs a man strong enough to see that, to do something about it, it excites her very much," he agreed.
"My next question is, how did her butt stretch out far enough for your arm? It is not like her vagina that must stretch far enough to have a baby."
"Well, I have seen a lot of porno movies that show a woman's butt taking something as big as my arm. I used a lot of lubrication and was mostly gentle. By that I mean I pushed, used force, when I needed to. She could have said stop at any time and I would have stopped right away, but that isn't what she wanted. It was a challenge for her and a reward at the same time. She wanted to see if she could take it, to please both of us," he explained.
"How was it that there was no poop on your arm when it came out from her?" she wondered.
"Cece told me she wanted something in her ass, so I was sure she would use an enema to clean herself out before coming over. It makes for a much more pleasant experience," he told her.
"So, why did she pee so much when you put the broom handle in her?"
"It's not pee that she sprayed. It is the female version of cum I guess you would call it. Some women can squirt while others can't. She did it because I was rubbing her g spot. It is an area inside a woman that causes great pleasure. I found that spot in her before, last night I wouldn't stop stimulating it," he explained. "I was impressed by how much she sprayed."
Vale digested this info then nodded to herself. "How can she take your entire organ in her mouth without gagging or choking?"
"I don't know. Some people don't have a gag reflex. It appears Cece does not. It really excited her when I was all the way in her throat. It was so deep she couldn't breathe, she liked that, it excited her. What did you think of her when she played with the cum and spit?" he asked her. "For me I thought it was degrading, but very hot," he told her.
"I am not sure I would like to do any of the things you did to her. If I had not seen it, I would have said no one could like those acts. But the puta liked to do these things. She begged you to be mean to her. She had orgasms when you hit her with the stick, correct?"
"Yes, she did. I have to say that I enjoyed treating her that way, it made my orgasm that much better," he confessed.
"People are strange in what they like, I agree to that," she said thoughtfully. "Maybe I will find that there is something perverted that I enjoy doing."
"If you enjoy it, if your partner enjoys it, then it is not perverted, just kinky," he told her.
Vale stood up then pushed her chair in. "Thank you for answering my questions so openly. It has given me much to think about."
"No problem, I'm glad I could answer you honestly. See you tonight for your vitamins."
She nodded, then gave him a little wave before leaving.
A week later they were having breakfast when he asked her, "Where are your dirty clothes?"
"In my bag outside, why?" she asked.
"Today is laundry day, bring them in so I can wash them."
"Oh no, it is not good to wash the clothes too much, it wears them out."
"Leaving the dirt in the clothes for a long time makes it harder to get the stains out. The dirt also grinds against the cloth fibers making them wear out faster," he explained.
"Ok then, I will get them," she said standing up.
"Including the clothes you have on now, you have been wearing them for days now," he told her.
She soon came in with an armload of clothes. He showed her where to put them then started running the water into the washer before adding the soap. He began sorting her clothes, using the pretreat spray where it was needed. He picked up a pair of her tiny white cotton panties thinking to himself that they certainly were not very flattering. They looked like what they were, panties that a 10 or12 year old would wear. The bra was even worse. It was like a sports bra, it slipped over the head with no hooks. He smiled to himself wondering how she knew if it was on backwards or forwards.
As he waited for the machine to finish he had a thought. When he had purchased her underwear, it was in a package of five. It had been ten days since he had bought them. Was she rinsing them out at night or just wearing them for two or more days, maybe when they were all dirty, she didn't wear any at all. Then he had another thought, where did she go to get clean? He had assumed she used the shower in the pergola at the community swimming pool, but he had seen no soap, shampoo, towel or even a toothbrush. When her clothes were dry, he folded them neatly then took them out to the garage. Valentina was not there so he left them on her blankets.
That night when she came for her vitamins he asked, "Where do you take a shower?"
As expected, she told him she went at night and used the shower in the pergola after the security guard was asleep.
"Where is your towel, do you have shampoo?" he wanted to know.
"Well, sometimes I get lucky when someone forgets their shampoo in the shower place," she said.
"But what about a towel, how do you get dry?"
"I sit down to wait until I am almost dry then I use my clothes. By morning my clothes are dry," she explained.
"How do you brush your teeth?"
"There is a bush that is common here, you break off a small branch then chew on the end until it makes bristles. It works amazing well."
"I suppose it does at that," he said going into the house. He went to the linen closet then came back with a bath towel and dropped it in her lap.
On laundry day a week later, he again noticed all five pairs of underwear in her dirty clothes.
A few days after that, he made his way to the large department store where he had bought Vale's clothes before. Brian gave a small sigh of relief when he recognized the middle-aged woman who had helped him before.
"Last time I was here I bought some clothes for a young woman, included were undergarments," he started.
"Yes sir, I remember you well," she said holding out her hand.
He smiled as he took her hand, "How kind of you to remember. I am here on another mission for the young lady. The, ah, things I bought last time were very, I don't know, utilitarian. She has expressed a desire to obtain some things that are a bit less generic, a little sexier."
The woman looked at him disapprovingly before saying, "I am not sure we can help you with something like that for so young a girl."
"That's just it, she is nineteen, almost twenty. She is so small that only little girl things fit her, for good reasons, those sizes are not sexy," he explained.
