El Diablo De Morella

At the very moment when Roberto was sure he would have to cut the scene short and change tapes, Maria came with a series of violent screams. Anna hurried over to her and kissed her passionately to quiet her scream. Roberto didn’t care if she screamed or not, if they were kicked out of the hotel he would simply find another. But the girls were worried about being caught. After all, it was their town and work spread quickly in Morella. As Maria fell limply to the bed, Roberto touched the stop button. It had all gone off perfectly.

“Wonderful,” he gasped, looking from one girl to another. “You will all receive bonuses for this performance,” he promised. They smiled and murmured between themselves. Roberto carefully took the tape out, placed it in a case, then slide it into his suitcase. He put the new tape in, then looked around at the darkness outside his windows. An entire day had passed somehow.

“That’s it for the day,” he called. The girls sprang to their feet and began to dress. The door knob rattled, then there was a light tap on the door. Everyone froze. Henry hurried to the door.
“Que usted desean?” Henry called softly.
“I want to come in,” a soft female voice said in perfect English. “What did you fucking think I would want by knocking?”
“Infireno, it’s Cynthia Estaban,” Henry whispered.
“A local prostitute, she is beautiful, but frightening,” Henry gasped. Roberto remembered the girl giving a blowjob outside of the hotel.
“I think I know who you mean,” he said in excitement. “Let her in.”
“But the girls?” Henry pointed at the terrified girls still dressing by the door. “The town will know.”
“They’re all in the same business now,” Roberto laughed. “Let her in.”
The girls ran and hid as best they could, until they were adequately dressed. Cynthia looked from one to the other, smiling and shaking her head sadly, as she entered the room and walked up to Roberto.
“You pick them young,” Cynthia said, turning to Roberto, speaking perfect English.
“I like them young too, but there is something to be said for the experience of a woman, wouldn’t you agree?” she said, sitting on the bed.
“No,” Roberto finally found his voice, “all the charms of a woman can be found in the young, only they are less soiled, less… dirtied,” he said with a twist of his mouth.
“Bullshit!” she cried, climbing to her feet and facing the girls. “You stay,” she pointed at Maria, “the rest get out,” she commanded imperiously. They rushed to obey. Maria looked as if she would faint, but she crept toward the bead and sat on the far side, opposite the woman.
“Hey, you can’t…”

“I can do anything I like, to whomever I like,” she said, beginning to unbutton the top of her mid-thigh length black dress. She had the most amazing legs that Roberto had ever seen, and he had seen many, in all forms of dress.

“She can,” Henry whispered in his ear. “She is called El Diablo De Morella — the devil of Morella,” he said, turning white and shaking slightly. “Nobody will argue with her. To do so is to die,” he said, quickly crossing himself. Cynthia turned and smiled at him. She stood and let the black dress slide off her body like a snake shedding it’s skin. She stood in a black thong and no bra. Her breasts were perfect.

“My God, I could make the most amazing movie of my career, with her,” Roberto gasped.
“Do not mess with her… ah adio, I’m leaving,” Henry said, running for the door. The woman’s taunting laugh followed him out the door.

“He will be easy to find,” she said, turning her startling black eyes on Roberto. “So what do you want, sleazy little man?”
“Everyone wants something, and I can provide it, for a price. What do you want?”

“I want the best sex movie of all time, bigger than Calligua, more famous than the Green Door, really big. Can you provide that?” he asked teasingly. She slid her panties down over her ankles.
She was magnificent. The tiny tuft of hair was just a reminder that hair had once grown there. It appeared that it had been electronically removed, leaving her crotch as beautiful and baby soft as a 6 year old girl’s. Her ass and legs were perfectly molded. Roberto smiled when he realized that they somehow reminded him of the hindquarters of a horse. He doubted if she would find that complimentary.

“Come over here, little girl,” she crooked her finger at Maria. Maria crept closer, shaking as she crawled across the mussed bed. She stopped as Cynthia’s hands touched her. She stiffened and her eyes widened as she looking into Cynthia’s. After a few moments she melted into Cynthia’s arms.

“What will it cost me?” Roberto asked with a shiver. Even though he didn’t believe in the Devil, and certainly didn’t believe that the Devil hung out in Morella, he was apprehensive.
“Everything,” she said, glancing at him over her shoulder. She was undressing Maria in a motherly, yet sexy, manner. Roberto suddenly remembered the camera. He rushed over to start it recording. As he did his mind went over what money remained in his pockets. It would be about 600 dollars, if his calculations were correct.

“Ok,” he said, while checking the view through the view finder and adjusting the focus. “Cynthia, do you really claim to be the devil?”
“No, I claim nothing. I am who I am.” Cynthia took her time, removing one item of Maria’s clothing at a time, while gently running her hands over each part of Maria’s body.
“I didn’t think so,” he gasped in relief. “After all, why would the Devil hang out in Morella?” he laughed nervously. He tried to avoid Cynthia’s cynical look, but it was impossible. Her glance held his like a magnet. “The Devil would hang out in New York City, Vegas, or Monte Carlo,” he laughed.

“Actually, Morella is the perfect place for the Devil,” she purred. She moved closer to Maria’s back and began mashing her breasts in each hand, from behind her. She alternately stimulated her nipples with her fingers. “Youth is so fucking delicious,” she purred, placing her mouth near Maria’s ear.

“American’s are convinced that they are right, it’s hard to make them believe they are sinning. And the French… well almost nothing is taboo in their society. Frenchman are a lost cause for me. After all, guilt is sin. Guilt lives in the conscience, and the conscience is your ultimate judgement.

But down here people believe in the old ways. Almost everything they do is secretly considered a sin, even sex. These are the easiest to gather.”
“You… you talk like the Devil,” Roberto laughed nervously.
“Of course, I am the Devil,” she turned and stared him in the eyes, “and we have a bargain.”
“For… for… for six hundred dollars?”
“No, for everything, your life and soul. For these I will give you your wish.”
“My God,” Roberto gasped.
“I am now.”
“No, this can’t be,” Roberto wailed.
“Oh come off it, you evil little shit, you are long overdue. Now you can either enjoy it, or shiver in fear and die anyway. Which will it be?”
“I… I… I can’t…”

“Fuck you. Get over here,” she commanded. Roberto found himself obeying, even though he wanted to run for the door. How could this be? How could he, who always considered himself so smart, be caught in a situation like this? Maybe he was dreaming.

Cynthia’s hand touched his shoulder and he felt an electric shock run through his body and down to his loins. He suddenly had a raging hard-on, which seldom happened. He was so used to nakedness and sex that few things turned him on. Only the most perverted acts and thoughts could give him a hard-on now. But she did.

“Strip,” she commanded. He found his hands removing his clothing as if in a dream.
“Touch her, make her feel wonderful,” Cynthia commanded. Roberto moved closer. He felt Maria’s warmth against his chest. It was funny, he had never noticed the warmth, or the inherent perfume of a woman’s skin before. Her hair smelled like flowers. He clasped her in his arms and held her close, absorbing her warmth and vigor through his skin.

Cynthia’s hands roamed over each of their bodies, starting small fires of passion wherever they touched. Roberto found himself shivering. He was more aware of Maria, and his own body, than ever before. Why had he missed so much, simply to make smut movies? Why had he destroyed so much innocence, to satisfy his own perversions?

“My God, what have I done?” he shuddered, whispering into Maria’s hair. Maria was now exploring Roberto’s body with her tiny hands. He felt as if a hundred hands were exploring, touching and waking, each portion of his body.

Her hands felt like exquisite torture, erotic pleasure spread throughout his body, a hundred times stronger than he had ever felt before.

Cynthia turned Maria and pressed her back against the bed. She dropped her mouth to Maria’s tiny breast and began suckling like a baby. Maria reached for Roberto’s cock. He crawled closer on his knees until the tip of his cock entered her mouth. She grabbed his thigh and pulled herself closer until his cock was fully concealed by her sweet little mouth. She sucked and licked his cock with wild abandon. Cynthia stimulated Maria by nuzzling between her golden-skinned thighs. She worked her mouth from side to side, licking, biting and pulling on Maria’s delicate flesh. Her tongue lapped like a dog, then slid inside of Maria while she tongue-fucked her diligently. Maria wrapped her small legs around Cynthia’s chest and humped her sex against Cynthia’s mouth. She was lost in heavenly pleasure.

“This is incredible,” Roberto whispered through clenched teeth. He looked briefly at the camera to make sure it was still filming. Maria’s lips felt magnificent on his sensitive cock. His balls shuddered in response. Suddenly Cynthia rose and looked down at Maria. Maria gasped out her surprise and disappointment. Cynthia reached down, grabbed Maria’s legs and pulled them over her shoulders. Maria found herself dangling in Cynthia’s arms, with her face just an inch from Roberto’s cock, while dangling upside down. She lurched forward and pulled his cock into her mouth.

Holding Maria by the waist, Cynthia lowered her mouth to Maria’s upturned ass and licked it diligently. After a few moments she pressed her lips against Maria’s quivering pussy and continued eating as Maria’s legs dangled behind Cynthia, over her shoulders.

“Oh fuck,” Roberto gasped. Maria’s pussy, and Cynthia’s face, were just six inches from his own face. He could watch every movement Cynthia made in Maria’s tiny mound, in minute detail. Maria now rested her shoulders on Roberto’s bent legs, to help take some of her weight. The blood rushed to her head, and the sensation in her pussy was partially deadened, but she knew this would serve to heighten her orgasmic explosion when the time finally came. She was a creature of pure sex. Every part of her body was alive, on fire.

Cynthia’s tongue seemed to grow inside her body, reaching lengths of six to eight inches as it fluttered inside her. And why not, the Devil could do whatever her or she wanted.

Roberto tried to hold off his orgasm. After all, he was slated for death when their little show was over. But try as he may, he could not prolong the explosion churning between his legs. Maria’s mouth just felt too damned good to prolong it for more than seconds. He ground his teeth and clenched his thigh muscles, but the orgasm suddenly exploded. He felt the hot liquid shooting through his cock and into the exquisitely sweet warm mouth of the Mexican girl. He heard her struggling to swallow his load. She gurgled and drank as shot after shot of hot cum spurted into her mouth. She finally caught up as his cock began to slow and relax.

Roberto opened his eyes in time to see Maria starting her own orgasm. She screamed and flailed helplessly in Cynthia’s arms as her tiny little ass bounced against Cynthia’s face. Cynthia opened her eyes and stared at Roberto as she calmly munched on Maria’s virginal pussy. She finally pulled her mouth off Maria’s quivering flesh as her orgasm receded.

“Delicious,” Cynthia smiled. Roberto tried to smile in return, but he was finding it hard to breath. He shook in fear and expectation.

Cynthia licked her lips, dropped Maria on the bed and wiped her mouth on the back of her hand. She licked her rich red lips again and smiled at Roberto.
“Ready?” she asked.
“Yeah, I’m ready,” he said in a resigned voice. He still didn’t fully believe that Cynthia was the devil, but he shook as he waited.

“You go home, little one,” she said, slapping Maria on the ass. Maria sprang to her feet and grabbed her clothes. Cynthia reached out, grabbed Roberto by the shoulder and they both disappeared. Maria screamed and started to run for the door. Belatedly, she remembered her tape in the bag. She rushed over, drug through the case, and retrieved the tape. Hesitating only a moment, she turned off the camera and pulled out the second tape. Even Maria knew they could be worth a lot of money. She turned and ran from the room.

In Fayetteville North Carolina a young soldier walked through the isles of an adult bookstore. He paused in front of the tape wrack, struck by the beauty of the woman on the case.
“El Diablo De Morella,” he read to himself. He pulled the tape from the shelf and added it to the growing pile in his hands.

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