All Saints Ch. 02

"My box of secrets is your box. You have the only key to open and close my box. When it is open, I listen to you and obey you and everything is natural. No one knows you have opened my box. When my box is closed, it is locked and on your shelf. It waits for you. No one knows I have a box and no one can take it from the shelf and open it except you. You have the key: ROSARY."

Carter patted his fat cock through his slacks in the driver's seat of the Taurus as he remembered Luz' perfect recitation of the base program.

He had continued layering instructions soothingly. "After I put away your box, Luz, you may hear me say another word: PRESTO. When you hear me say that word, if your box is closed and on the shelf, you will wake up from your trance and have no knowledge of anything that happened while you were in your trance, or when your box was open. You will not know me in any context you did not have before your trance. You will not know you were in a trance. Tell me about how I end the trance, please, Luz."

"Yes. You say PRESTO! and I will wake up. I won't know you except as before the trance and I won't know I was in a trance."

"That's right," Carter said, imbedding the second level of commands "and when you are not in a trance, when everything is as it always was, if you hear me say that word, you will close your eyes and return to this trance, no matter where you are or what else you are doing. Do you understand? I am your master, now. I, alone, decide when your are as you were, when your box is open and what you will do. Tell me you understand.

"Yes, I understand. You are my master. You control my world." Luz acknowledged her complete submission to Carter's will.

"Correct, Luz," Carter had praised her. "From this moment forward, you forever will listen for my voice, whether you know it or not, and when you hear it you will be glad."

In her trance state, Luz revealed much about herself. She was a virgin. Her frustrated and angry boyfriend left her because she would not make love to him unless he was willing to be a father and husband. As she told her history, Carter's hand roamed back along her under arm, and pulled the elasticized neckline down past her shoulder, displaying her right breast in its bra-cup.

He had sought clarification on her story by paraphrasing, "Luz, are you saying you are a virgin and you do not want to lose your virginity until you make a baby and get a husband?"

"Yes." Luz replied. "I am Catholic. Babies are important and it is a sin to make love and not make babies and, of course, all women want husbands," she answered logically.

"Well, Luz," Carter promised, "I will do my best to help you remove at least two of your three barriers to happiness." Leaning over her he pulled the blouse neck down over her left shoulder and bunched the cotton in a wide band across her slightly plump stomach below her underwired bra. "Lay still for me, Luz, please," he instructed as he began to strip her clothes away.

The roomy, stretchy, blouse easily pulled down to her hips and he freed her arms from the sleeves. Then he pulled it back up her torso, over her head and off. He leaned down and dipped his tongue into her deep navel, knowing she didn't 'feel' it, but that her body would physically respond all the same. As expected, her tummy twitched. He heard a slight intake of breath as he licked around the edges and probed to the tight little knot at the bottom of the well.

He slid his hands under Luz and raised her ass enough to grab and haul the elastic waistband of her black pleated skirt past her hips to her thick thighs. Whisking away the skirt he surveyed her reclined form. Luz, in her white lace underwire bra and black nylon no-nonsense panties, had a well proportioned, if slightly heavy hourglass figure. He guessed her measurements to be about 35D, with a 27" waist, and at least 36" hips. If she were Jewish, he would have described her as 'zoftig' but in any culture she was nubile. With luck she would also soon be gravid.

At the last moment, Carter had decided not to use the key word ROSARY. He stood and removed his shirt, hanging it over the back of the straight chair. Kicking off his topsiders, he pulled down his chinos and shorts, folding them and placing them on the seat of the chair. He loomed over Luz, naked with his rampant dick pointed at 45 degrees from his groin. It bounced, as if of its own volition, in anticipation.

Carter climbed onto the couch, straddling Luz at her thighs and leaned forward. He unsnapped the front closure of her bra and carefully peeled back the cups from her heavy breasts. They lay, semi-flat on her ribs under their own weight, yet still forming substantial mounds. He pushed his open palms up from her belly, across her sternum and ribcage, grabbing the mass of her tits between his spread thumbs and forefingers. Squeezing his fingers closed, he caused her black nipples to stiffly distend from her large, dark, areolas. He bent his head and lightly kissed first her left and then her right nipple, teasing each of them, his tongue swirling around their fleshy supporting platforms.

Selecting her left tit for special attention, he sucked the top of it into his mouth. He knew she could not have any milk, but he strove to bring any she might have had to the surface by sucking and tugging. His left hand continued to squeeze and release her right breast as he dry-nursed. Luz made small moans and coos in her throat as he massaged and sucked her breasts, but her eyes were shut and she made no moves indicating awareness of her pending violation.

Carter kissed Luz, tasting a hint of garlic and tomatillos in her pliant, wide, mouth as he pushed his exploring tongue over her thick lips. Abandoning her flat, oval face and the black, curly hair surrounding it, he slid himself down over her body, pausing briefly to again kiss her standing nipples. He trailed his tongue down along her stomach, over her belly-button and then traced the top edge of her nylon panties from hip to hip.

He smelled the rich pungent scent arising from her crotch and knew, without other evidence, he was priming her cunt. Curling his fingers into the waistband, he yanked once, twice, three times and exposed her black, curly hair surrounding the fat, glistening lips of her waiting lower mouth. Again he raised her bottom and completed the removal of her last garment.

Carter held his palms together and drove them as a wedge between Luz' knees, up her inner thighs, spreading her legs as he went. At the junction of her legs, butt and pelvis, he turned and opened his hands, fingers spread along the top crease of Luz' thighs and thumbs on her inner legs, framing her open, pink gash. He dropped his head and pushed his nose deep into her twat, delighting in the ooze and aroma. His tongue thrust into the open tunnel at the base of her cunt and he squeezed her legs in his hands. Blowing softly, he raised his face along the track, leading with his nose, following with his tongue, plowing deeper as he went.

By now, Luz, still fully entranced, was squirming responsively to the feelings she was mentally disregarding but experiencing, nonetheless. Carter moved his hands, once more, under her fleshy bottom, grabbing her cheeks and pulling her tight onto his mouth. He latched onto her clitoris as a third nipple and sucked and blew as he squeezed her ass. Luz' hips jerked spasmodically under his face, her body rolled on the couch, she whimpered and yelped softly as Carter teased her to orgasm.

When she settled again into a quieter physical state, Carter hunched his hips forward and positioned his purple-headed staff at the door to her pussy. He eased the head past the slick outer lips and paused, stirring his dick by rotating his hips. Resuming forward progress, he pushed, in a steady thrust, until he bumped Luz' maidenhead. Pulling out, he re-entered her cunt and pushed again, this time a little more firmly, until he was, again, blocked. Smiling at his good luck, he pulled back, but not out, and began to stroke, smoothly, regularly, in and out. Bit by bit he increased the tempo and the depth, noticing Luz, once again, was automatically responding to the action. When he bumped into her hymen again, he pressed resolutely on, then pulled back a bit and lunged mightily forward, hitting, stopping and bursting through, unimpeded at last.

Luz yelped when he crashed her cunt, deflowering her, but still she lay helpless on the couch. Her pelvis began to bounce as Carter flexed his cock in her channel. He stirred his hips as his strokes lengthened with greater force. He felt his scrotum seize up around his nuts and he drove his dick into Luz until his thighs were welded to her ass. His sperm exploded deep into her womb and he held her tight.

Eventually Carter's cock became so limp it simply retracted its soft self from Luz's tender, no longer virginal, twat. He got off the couch, grabbed a bunch of tissues from her make-up table/desk and cleaned himself off. As he re-dressed he looked at the lovely Luz, her juice and his residual jism, drying on her thighs and at the bottom of her cunt. He knelt by the couch, leaned into her crotch and licked her clean, wiping his saliva away with a used tissue.

Quickly Carter's expert hands reconstructed Luz' attire, leaving her lying on the couch in essentially her original position.

"Luz, can you hear me?" Carter asked.

"Yes."

"Good. PRESTO!" Carter said, releasing her from his control.

Now, as he sat in his hotel's parking lot, Carter recalled the faintly flushed glow in Luz's face when she opened her eyes, stretched, yawned and saw him sitting on the straight chair beside her. "Ola, Bill!" she had said, "Did you finish the story? I think I fell asleep in the middle of it, but don't worry, it wasn't you, my Mother used to read me bedtime stories and I never heard the endings!" She had laughed her lilting laugh.

"Ola, Luz," he had replied in kind. "Yes, I finished and, yes, you were out of it, but, with any luck at all the results will be positive and long-lasting. I'd be surprised if you did not notice an increase in your self-confidence, but even if you are just the same, you only invested a little bit of time and no money in the experiment," he concluded.

"Oh, Gracias, Bill!" Luz had exclaimed, jumping off the couch and hugging him around the neck. "I do feel more confident. Look! I am hugging you and you are nearly a stranger!"

"Whoa, there, Luz," Carter had protested, breaking away. "Remember where we are and that we are alone. Too much 'confidence' can be a dangerous thing. But you are right: You are not the same Luz who walked in here thirty-five minutes ago." With that he had excused himself, left her apartment and headed back to the boutique.

*

Carter sighed wistfully, turned the key and started the Taurus' engine. A few minutes later he was in downtown Palm Springs, walking toward 'La Familia.' The restaurant was open and busy, but there were a few open tables immediately available. A late-thirty-something woman with an attractive matronly figure greeted him, "A table for just yourself, senor?"

"Yes, please," Carter answered, "In a corner, if possible." He saw no name tag on the woman's dark business suit and presumed, therefore, she was the manager, possibly the proprietor. "Is Luz working this evening, by chance?" he asked, smiling benignly.

"Oh, no, Senor," the greeter replied, "She worked the breakfast and lunch shifts today and has gone." She smiled pleasantly in return. "I am her mother, may I say who asked after her? She will be pleased to hear a customer requested to be in her section."

"Ahh, well," Carter paused, momentarily uncertain how to respond. "uh, no special message. She likely doesn't remember me, anyway. A couple of months ago my family ate here twice and she was an excellent waitress."

As Carter was led to a small corner table, the woman introduced herself. "I am Mariana Flores de Guerrero. My husband is the owner of this small cantina. Now that you speak of it, I may remember you. You came here with your wife and beautiful daughter. First for lunch and then for breakfast, I think?"

Carter instantly went on alert. "Careful, Buddy!" he cautioned himself, "Know where you're going!" Sitting down and unfolding his napkin to buy time, Carter looked up and replied, conversationally, "Actually, I was with my sister and my daughter. My wife passed away several years ago," he lied smoothly with downcast eyes.

"Oh! Lo siento, senor," Mariana sympathized, "Thank you for sharing this. Tomorrow, as perhaps you know, is Dia De Los Difuntos, the Day of the Dead. With your permission, I will light a candle in her honor for you." Mariana cupped her hands together under her bust. "May I know your names for my prayer, senor?"

"Crap! Crap! Crap!" cursed Carter silently, recalling the three-day Mexican fiesta by its alternate name. "Dia de los fucking Muertos! Of all the goddamned luck!" Stuck with his first lie, Carter smiled helplessly and said, "My name is Bill. Bill Carter. My wife was... Ann Carter. You are most kind, muchos gracias, senora," he finished, hoping she would go away and send a waitress. In fulfillment of his wishes, a willowy blonde Anglo girl arrived at his table as Mariana bowed and left the table.

"D'you wanna know the specials, mister?" the waitress asked around her chewing gum.

"No thanks,... Gwenn," Carter answered, reading her nameplate on her flat chest, "Just bring me the cheese enchilada plate and a bottle of Dos Equis, please."

"Light or dark?" Gwen asked.

"Make it dark," he ordered.

It was interesting to Carter how the food tonight tasted ordinary, even disappointing. He hurried through his meal, declined desert and left. Walking around in the evening air, which was beginning to cool as the night wind picked up, he wondered if he would be able to find Luz' apartment. He had only been there once and then in daylight. On the other hand, it had not seemed to be a far distance from the restaurant. "What the hell," he muttered, "Why not try?"

He strolled up the first street he came upon, away from the main drag of downtown Palm Springs, and soon found a familiar apartment complex. He crunched his way across the pink gravel pathway from the sidewalk, past the parking area, to the two-story stucco building, wracking his brain to remember which apartment was Luz'. He knew it was on the ground floor but he had failed to note its unit number.

Under the bright desert starlight and the low sodium security lamps Carter saw the central mailboxes under a nearby arched portico. "Maybe she put her name on her box," he mused as he headed toward the array. Carter smiled as his dick pulsed at the words 'her box.' Some mailboxes were anonymous, others had partially destroyed or worn off labels. Apartment 6 had a black Dymo tape strip embossed: L. Guerrero. Hoping that would be Luz, Carter walked along the cement under the second-floor landing to the door marked 6. His watch showed 8:55 and the front window displayed no light between the louvres of the partially closed blinds. He knocked lightly on the door anyway. There was no response. He knocked again, more firmly, and was about to leave when he heard a small "meow" and a rustling noise behind the door.

"Si? ... Quien es?" Luz' voice, sleepy soft, drifted through the door.

Carter's dick hopped. Leaning his face close to the jamb, Carter said, "It is Bill." He hesitated and added, "ROSARY. Open the door for me, please, Luz."

Even half-awake, Luz' mind registered the keyword, unlocked her box of secrets, and joyously responded to her master's sweet voice. "OH! Momentito, Bill!" she cried, fumbling with the security chain, twisting the dead-bolt, quivering at the prospect of being in the presence of her 'anciano.'

Carter quickly entered the studio apartment and closed the door behind him. Luz was a vision of innocence in the shadowed room. He instantly took in her dark olive beauty, capped by her slightly disheveled, curly, dark, shoulder-length hair. She stood barefoot in a long, loose, white muslin nightdress secured by simple inch-wide shoulder straps. The lace-edged, straight neckline, deep on her bosom, lay flush on the upper curves of her full breasts which rose and fell dramatically with her anticipation of his embrace.

Carter stepped forward and took Luz in his arms, pressing her flat against him. His left hand pushed on the middle of her back, crushing her tits to his chest. His right hand was splayed across her bottom. Its thumb extended across her right cheek, its pinky stretched across the left and its center digits gripped her groove as he tickled the bottom of her cunt through the thin cloth of her nightgown. Pablo, at his feet, arched his back against Carter's legs and purred loudly.

"Fuero! El es mio!" Luz hissed hoarsely at her cat, shooing him with her foot as she found Carter's lips and fused her mouth against his. Her nipples stiffened, notwithstanding the lack of space between their chests. Carter rubbed his hand in slow circles between her shoulder blades, grinding her aching areolas and nubs onto his pectorals. Luz groaned into his open mouth as she felt zinging thrills race to her groin.

Carter burrowed his muslin-clad middle finger into Luz' pussy, gently insisting she admit him deeper. Luz stepped her feet around Carter's legs and thrust her pelvis forward against his hardness. "Uuunn... mi corazon pertenece a ti..." she murmured, but the words were lost in the back of Carter's throat.

Carter pulled his face back, still clutching his young thrall. "So, Luz," he whispered, "You seem glad to see me." He withdrew his finger from her cunt and clawed the nightie's cloth up the back of her legs until it was bunched in his right fist. Curling his wrist, he pinned the muslin against Luz' tailbone with his forearm and returned his hand to her naked treasure.

"Ohhh, yesss... Billl," Luz breathed. " S-so very glad, uuuhhnn," she moaned, as he resumed stroking her wet slit and slid two fingers deep into her oozing os.

"Have you got something in here?" he asked, pushing and tickling the walls of her cunt. "Are you carrying a baby, maybe?"

Luz looked into his eyes, surprised by the question. "No, Bill," she replied, shaking her curls, "I just am waiting for you. Do you want me to have a baby?" She scratched her nails up and down Carter's spine from shirt collar to belt and back. "Quiero tener su bebe, Bill," she buzzed the words softly against Carter's cheek, close to his right ear.

"Hmmm, what about Humberto?" Carter asked, not actually caring about her former boyfriend, but interested to hear her response.

"I have no interest in him... he is a little boy!" Luz hissed vehemently. "You, mi anciano, you are my master and my love!"

Carter stretched his hand further along her crease, leaving his middle fingers in place but extending his pinky, pressing upon Luz' clitoris. "We can but try," he said, stoking her fire steadily.

"Uuunnn... mmmm...ohhhh!" Luz whimpered, melting around his hand, clawing his shirt out of his slacks and burying her face in his neck as she squirmed and came.

Carter reached up with his left hand and pushed Luz' left shoulder strap until it drooped on her bicep. Dragging his hand across her back, just under the neck seam of her gown, he similarly dropped her right strap over her shoulder point. Removing his right hand from Luz' dripping cunt, he slipped along her bottom and pulled the thin cotton nightdress down over her ass again.

Carter pulled himself away, breaking their embrace, but maintaining his hands on top of her shoulders as he kissed Luz sweetly. Her unsupported nightdress slithered over her breasts and fell in a heap at her ankles. Carter bent his head and seized a stiff, black nipple with his teeth, pulling it and its dark halo away from her breast. Luz yipped and raised her hands from Carter's back to his head, pulling him hard to her tit. He opened his mouth and consumed her.