Silvia met Carlo and following her mother’s plan she got him drunk.  After making love, he passed out.  Silvia found his phone and switched her number with her mother’s.  She was tempted to delete the dozens of women’s names that were listed, but she was confident in her mother’s plan for revenge.

The next week whenever Carlo called Silvia he was talking with Maritza and whenever he called Maritza he was talking with Silvia.  Both women kept the conversations short and avoided meeting him.  This was the first torture.  He was hungry for fucking, but they withheld the pleasures of their sweet pussies.

After a week, Carlo complained to “Silvia” that his balls were turning blue and about to burst.  He begged her to meet him at the hotel.  Maritza agreed.  She called Silvia and told her the second torture was about to begin.  As prearranged, the women arrived at the hotel.  They laughed when they saw the chilled bottle of champagne.  Maritza said she’d love to shove it up his ass. Each changed into their pink suit as instructed by Carlo and waited for him.
When he arrived, he called out to his princess when he didn’t see Silvia next to the bed.  The look of shock on his face when Maritza waltzed out was priceless.

Carlo was speechless.  His mouth hung open.

“Surprised?” she asked.

Carlo shook his head as if to rouse himself from a bad dream.

“Surprised? Why would I be surprised, princess?” he lied, however, he could not hide his confusion.  In fact, it looked more like panic.  Maritza regretted that Silvia could not see his face.

“Well, I’m ready to service you,” Maritza said, getting on her knees.
Carlo let the panic subside as he undressed.  He had to stroke his cock a few times to get his focus back on sex.  It didn’t take much as he approached the voluptuous vixen.  Carlo groaned as she started to suck his cock like a two dollar whore.  He closed his eyes and ran his fingers through her hair.  He was already fucking her when Silvia entered the room.

Carlo pushed back from Maritza as if he’d seen a ghost.

“What the fuck?!” he gasped.

Maritza smiled, “what’s wrong?”

Carlo could only point at Silvia.

Maritza looked back at Silvia.  She turned back to Carlo.

“I see you’ve met my daughter.”

“What?!”

“That’s right, my daughter.”

Maritza stood up.

“Look, ladies.  I didn’t know….I wouldn’t have…”

Maritza covered his mouth with her hand.

“It’s ok.  We talked.  We’re willing to share.”

Carlo’s eyes bugged out and lost his breath. Their bodies were remarkably similar. Silvia possessed a slightly smaller version of Maritza’s tremendous hourglass figure.  He gazed at Maritza’s breasts and then to Silvia’s breasts. No contest, Maritza was humongous compared to Silvia’s impressive rack.  The women beckoned him to the bed.  He followed their beautiful bare asses and climbed into the bed with them.  He didn’t know where to start.  They both kissed him and caressed his cock to full arousal.  He decided to lay back and let them do all the work. Maritza climbed on top of him.  She took a firm grip on his erect cock and slid it in her hairless cunt.  Soon she was riding him like a cowgirl on a bucking bronco.  Carlo closed his eyes as she fucked him with reckless abandon.  As soon as his eyes were shut, he felt a pillow begin to smother him.  He tried to resist, but Maritza had taken hold of his wrists and she was a powerful woman.  He could not buck her off either, her ample ass was like two heavy sandbags and her thick thighs were like a steel trap on his lower body.  Silvia must be holding the pillow, he thought.

Just as he was about to black out, Silvia lifted the pillow.  He gasped for breath only to have Silvia pour the ice cold champagne down his throat.  “Bitch is trying to drown me,” he thought as he coughed up the champagne and tried to breath.

Both women laughed as he struggled to breath in the deluge of bubbly.  In his duress, they took advantage and started to pummel him with their bony fists.  When it appeared he had suffered enough.  Maritza got off him, but not before a parting shot, a swift punch to the balls.
Carlo howled and the women laughed.

“Just be thankful about one thing, Carlo,” Maritza said.  “We just deleted the other ladies on your phone.  We could have invited them over for a turn with you tonight!”

The End