Deuce's Dancer by Patricia Green Page A

your ass first."
    Moisture flooded her pussy and she shivered. Her agreement was lost in their kiss. He pulled away, tenderly giving her lower lip one last nip. "Best we get you into the car, sugar, or I'll be havin' my way with you right here on the street."
    Once in the car, he gave her another suggestive look as he started the engine, then he reached over and took her hand, bringing it to the firm mound in his slacks. "Superman has a super hard-on for you, chica."
    Yes, he did, and Pilar couldn't help but lick her lips in anticipation. He didn't miss it. "I'd love to have you give me head in the car, sugar, but we won't be goin' that far. You keep your li'l hand there, though. I like the way it feels."
    She tried to control her voice, but it came out a husky whisper. "Yes, sir."
    He parked in the garage and immediately came over to let her out of the car. She got out and he took her wrist, leading her into the cool interior of his house.
    "Naked," he told her, as he put his hands in her hair and held her still while he kissed her deeply. "I can smell your pussy from here, Pilar. I can smell it and I want to touch it."
    She groaned and began undressing as soon as he released his hold on her. Her clothes wouldn't come off fast enough to suit him though. Deuce had quickly shed his own, and turned to help her with hers. Her bra ended up on the kitchen counter, while her panties got tossed behind him, where they landed, hanging from the garage door knob.
    "Now, woman," he growled in Spanish, pulling her against his body and his Superman erection. "Damn."
    It wasn't a curse, it was a compliment. Pilar knew he was exclaiming about the same thing she was experiencing, a surge of lust so deep and urgent that it had her pussy throbbing with need.
    Making a sound deep in his throat, Deuce stepped back slightly and turned her to face the glass doors leading to the back yard and the pool. He gave her a sharp crack on her butt, and sent her on her way. "I'll get towels," he told her, though it was obvious that practical matters were far from what he wanted to have on his hands. "Hop into the pool, sugar. I'll be right there."
    Pilar gave him a hot glance over her shoulder as she raced toward the pool. A few moments later, she jumped in.
    The water was cool, but the warm weather had taken off the worst of the chill. Her nipples drew in tightly, and her hair slicked over her head and shoulders. Deuce came out, throwing towels toward a patio chair as he ran toward the pool.
    His splash caught Pilar in the face, but she soon forgot about the water stinging her eyes, as he pulled her underwater.
    They tussled for a minute and both came up sputtering, their slippery hands moving all over each other. Deuce dipped down, almost to the water's surface, and took one of Pilar's nipples in his teeth, giving it a sharp tug and nip. Her head fell back as she sucked in a breath of chlorine-scented air. A ripple of pleasure raced from her nipple to her pussy and made her clit spark.
    She reached for his erection and caressed him firmly.
    "Wait right there," he said, moving away from her. She tried not to pout, but she didn't want to wait at all.
    He waded toward the corner where an inflatable pool chair hovered in the water. It was very buoyant and firm. Deuce dragged it toward the steps and held it, gesturing her to come toward him.
    Her spanking awaited. Pilar's butt got hot in anticipation.
    "Step up on the bottom step and put your belly over the arm of the chair. Yeah, that's it."
    His warm hand slid over her dripping bottom, then went down between her legs. "Your pussy is all ready for me, sugar. Maybe I'll skip over the spankin' and go right to the fuckin'."
    She whined. "Oh, don't be mean, Deuce." Wriggling her bottom, she tried to coax him.
    The hand explored her folds, and when he inserted two fingers, she groaned and arched. Much as she wanted the spanking, she also wanted him inside her. Fortunately, she didn't have to decide.
    "Ask nice,