Shock Therapy, Part 3

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SHOCK THERAPY

3.	Deeper and Deeper.

   Luanne rolled over in bed on Thursday morning.  She blinked and stared at
the clock.  God, she didn't believe it.  It was past eight!  She groaned.  She
felt awful.  She and Sheila had too much wine at and after dinner last night.
She wasn't used to it.  But it _had_ been fun!

   She sat up.  Wow, her mouth was dry!  It felt like shit.  Vainly she tried
to lick her lips.  Must be so dry and scratchy from smoking too much, she
mused.  Getting out of bed she realized her chest was heavy and congested.
She stumbled toward the bathroom and swore under her breath.  God, this would
take some getting used to!

   Downstairs she heard a noise.  Shit, she forgot.  Their housekeeper came on
Thursdays.  What would Maria think seeing ashtrays in every room and cigarette
butts in most of them?

   Luanne put on her bathrobe and staggered down the steps.  A smiling face
greeted her in the kitchen.

   "Ah, good morning, Meez Luanne.  How are you thees morning?"

   "Fine, Maria," Luanne lied while smiling back weakly.  "And you?"

   "Si, I am fine, too."

   For six months Maria Sanchez had been their housekeeper.  She came two days
a week.  She cleaned, did laundry and all the other household chores Luanne
was only too glad to have someone else attend to.  Maria was Venezuelan.  She
was young.  Luanne guessed Maria was in her early twenties.  She was quite
attractive.  Luanne blinked and looked.  God!  She never really noticed before
just _how_ attractive!

   "Meez Luanne," Maria was saying in her thick Latino accent.  "Someone is
now smoking here in your house.  It isn't you, is it, Meez Luanne?  Or is it
Mr. Larson?  Or someone else?  A visitor perhaps?"

   Luanne took a breath.  She had to say something, offer some explanation.
"No, it's me, Maria.  See, here's the deal.  I used to smoke years ago."  It
was a lie, of course, but it was more believable than the truth.  "I sorta
started up again.  That's why all the ashtrays and cigarette butts," she added
guiltily.

   "Ah, yo comprendo.  But you see, that smoking?  It will make it much more
harder to clean thees house now," Maria offered in her broken English.  She
had a charming grin on her face.  "However I understand, Meez Luanne.  It's
really no problem for me.  I don't mind."

   "Thanks, Maria," Luanne said as she put the tea kettle on.  "I never
thought about the fact that if I smoked it'd be more work for you.  It was
kind of a rash decision, to be honest.  I guess I should've given you a heads
up when you were here last on Monday."

   Maria gave her a gracious smile.  "Don't worry, Meez Luanne.  I really
don't mind.  No, honestly.  It won't much bother me if you smoke.  I am so
used to it.  Really."

   "Gracias, Maria," Luanne said back.  She put a teabag in a mug and stared
impatiently at the kettle on the stove.  She never knew how to talk to their
housekeeper.  "Yeah, that's great."

   Maria was washing dishes in the sink.  She wore a simple black dress.  Her
long dark hair was pulled back behind her head.  Her charming black eyes
flashed as she went on.  "I mean, Meez Luanne, this is your house.  So of
course you can do whatever you want.  It's all really fine for me.
Comprende?"

   The water was boiling now.  Luanne lifted the kettle off the stove and
poured it over the teabag in her mug.  "Yeah, sure.  Thanks, Maria."

   "I mean, you can smoke a cigarette right now if you wish to," Maria
prattled on with her hands in the dishwater.  "Like I say, I am muy used to it
en mi casa."  She turned her head and smiled again.  "So go ahead, Meez
Luanne.  Go ahead and smoke.  It is just fine."

   Luanne didn't feel like a cigarette.  But Maria seemed to expect her to
smoke and it made sense given her explanation for the ashtrays and the
cigarette butts.  So she nodded.  "Yeah, okay.  I think I will."

   She put her tea down on the kitchen table and went to retrieve her pack of
B&H Menthol Lights 100s.  Her cigarettes were in her purse on a chair across
the room.  She felt self conscious as she walked back to the table and sat
down to have a cigarette with her tea and morning paper.  But Maria didn't
seem to be paying attention any longer.

   She sipped her Earl Gray.  God, she loved her tea in the mornings.  She
sure didn't feel like smoking.  Her chest still felt heavy.  But if she
couldn't convince Maria she smoked how would she ever convince her husband?
John would be back in only 36 hours.  She had to do it.

   She lifted a cigarette to her lips.  Before thinking about it anymore she
quickly clicked her lighter and brought the dancing flame to the tobacco end.
She sucked, it crackled.  She took a modest first drag and inhaled as she
removed the cigarette from her mouth.  She heard a giggle across the room.

   "Excuse me, Meez Luanne," she heard Maria say with a lilting laugh.  "I am
sorry.  But it seems so funny to see you smoke here."  Her housekeeper shook
her head.  "You never seem to me like a smoker before."

   Embarrassed and slightly irritated, Luanne smiled a little too warmly.
"Yeah, well, I am, Maria.  But I don't know why you're complaining.  After
all, you practically told me to do it!"

   "You misunderstand me, Meez Luanne.  I do not complain.  I don't mind.
Like I said before, I am used to this smell.  No, it doesn't bother me.  It's
just such a surprise for me to see you smoke.  It is just something I never
expected from you."

   Normally she wasn't comfortable chatting with her housekeeper, but
curiosity now got the better of Luanne.  "Oh?  And exactly why is that?"

   Maria was oblivious to the awkward character of the unfolding conversation.
"I don't know.  Maybe because you are rich important woman in this town," she
babbled on.  "You see how it is in my country, Meez Luanne?  It is not so
strange to smoke.  Everybody smokes there, the important people, too, not just
people like me.  But not so much here in your country.  I think it is
different for you to smoke."  Suddenly a look of horror covered her pretty
dark complexioned features.  "Oh!  I am so sorry, Meez Luanne.  I do not mean
to offend you!"

   "I'm not offended, Maria."  Luanne purposefully drew on her cigarette.
Despite her misgivings smoking was starting to feel good again like it had
yesterday.  She pulled it deep into her chest this time.  "If I smoke then I
smoke.  It may be a little unusual here but it's really no big deal."  She
paused to release a thick smoky exhale.  "It's really not _that_ odd, is it?"

   "No, of course not, Meez Luanne," Maria answered, still slightly flustered.
"Just like I say, in my country everybody smokes.  From the time I am very
small my father smokes, all my sisters smoke, my brothers smoke.  Even those
of us now in your country, everyone still smoke."

   Why did her housekeeper prattle on and on?  Maria was ordinarily quiet, all
business.  But today she wouldn't stop talking about ?.  Suddenly it hit
Luanne.  Yeah, she knew why.  Of course.  "Maria, how about you?  Tell me.  Do
_you_ smoke?"

   The Latino housekeeper looked completely flustered.  "Oh, um, well, yes,
Meez Luanne.  Yes, I smoke, too."  The charming grin flashing across the room
told Luanne that was why Maria wouldn't let go of the subject.  She was
searching for a way to tell her she, too, was a smoker.  Luanne shook her
head.  God, she never would've guessed!

   "But Maria, I've never seen you smoke before?  Why is that?"

   Maria walked away from the sink, her hands still wet with dishwater.  She
had an earnest look on her face.  "Meez Luanne, if you don't smoke I don't
want you to know that I do.  Would you hire a housekeeper if she smokes?"

   Luanne thought.  "No, you're right.  Probably I _wouldn't_ have if I knew."

   Maria nodded eagerly.  "Por supuestro.  Of course.  No houses who I clean
know that I am a girl who is smoker," she said in a gravely somber voice.
"Please do not tell any of them, Meez Luanne.  Please?"

   "Don't worry, Maria," Luanne laughed.  "Your secret it is safe with me."
Without thinking she hit on her cigarette.  "But exactly why do you feel you
must continue to keep it a secret?  After all, once anyone sees how
hardworking and attentive you are, I can't imagine them letting you go just
because you smoke occasionally."

   "Oh, it is not just occasional that I am smoking," Maria said, her eyes
sparkling.  "But I am afraid they worry that I could take too many breaks to
smoke or that I smoke in their house.  I would not of course.  But they do not
know this."

   Luanne cocked her head.  "So it's not just occasional?"  She mulled over
the last comment.  "But then how do you make it through the day here without
smoking?  Or everywhere else you clean?  You smoke a lot, right?  Isn't that
what you said?"

   The dark haired beauty nodded vigorously.

   "So then, how do you make it all day long without smoking?  For example,
every Monday and Thursday you're here in our house all day from eight till
four!"

   "I never smoke in the house, Meez Luanne," Maria defensively came back.
"But please, if I tell you this, please do not be angry?"

   "Relax, Maria.  I'm just curious.  You do wonderful work.  I don't know how
John and I ever got along without you.  Just tell me.  I don't care."

   Maria sighed.  "If you run your errands and go to your meetings, I secretly
go into the back yard behind those trees and I take short smoke breaks."  She
looked guilty.  "But I am very quick, Meez Luanne.  I am not gone long."

   "No, I'm sure you're not.  Maria, don't worry.  I don't mind.  Hmm.  Very
interesting."  She looked pensively at her cigarette.  By now it definitely
tasted damn good!  But it was nearly gone.  She took a last drag and crushed
it in the ashtray on the table before taking a sip of tea.  She looked up and
exhaled.  She smiled at her housekeeper.

   "Maria, let me tell you, at first I couldn't fathom why you kept talking
endlessly about how much smoking doesn't bother you.  God, girl, who the hell
cares?  Well, I may be a little slow but finally I think I get it.  Would you
like my permission to smoke in our house?  In fact, do you want to join me for
a cigarette right now?"

   The gorgeous dark skinned Latino beauty was thunderstruck.  "Oh, Meez
Luanne," she gasped, an incredulous grin erupting all over her pretty little
face.  "I don't know what to say!"

   Luanne tipped her pack and shook out another cigarette.  "How about either
'yes' or 'no' for starters?"  She put the unlit B&H between her lips.  "I'm
not trying to pressure you, Maria.  All I'm saying is that if you want to
smoke here in the house, hell, if you want to sit down and join me for a
cigarette right this minute, it's fine with me."  Luanne lit up her second
cigarette.  "Is that what you wanted from the beginning?"

   The Venezuelan girl grinned from ear to ear.  "Oh, yes, Meez Luanne.
Gracias, thank you _so_ much!  I would so much like to have a cigarette right
now.  I cannot tell you how wonderful that is for me.  Muchas gracias!"

   "Then get your cigarettes and have a seat," Luanne laughed.  "I don't mind
having company while I smoke, to tell you the truth."

   In a flash Maria got her purse.  She soon returned with a pack of Newport
100s and hesitantly sat down at the table.  In no time a cork tipped cigarette
was in the pretty raven-haired girl's lips.  "Do not worry, Meez Luanne.  I
will not do this all the time or anything like that," she guiltily gasped.  "I
will still work very hard for you all day."

   "Yeah, I'm sure you will, Maria."

   Luanne watched the Latino beauty across the table light up.  God, it was
weird!  Her pussy had started to moisten when she lit her first cigarette.
Maria joining her made her even wetter.  It was amazing how she felt about
other girls smoking now.  Hell, she felt it about herself smoking.  Looking at
that website over and over had changed her; and it sure as hell wasn't going
away.  Involuntarily she groaned.  God, Maria looked so fuckin' marvelous with
a cigarette in her luscious lips!  She felt the same in the smoking section
last night at the restaurant watching girls around her.  Seeing them smoke
immediately made her wet.  But she was closer to Maria.  And her lovely
housekeeper was so young, so beautifully sweet and so goddamn sexy smoking
that cigarette.  It made Luanne want to touch herself, or worse!

   Meanwhile Maria released a thick exhale.  Clearly she was a veteran smoker.
She didn't realize the passionate ardor raging inside her employer.

   "Meez Luanne, you have no idea how I appreciate being okay to smoke with
you," she was saying in her broken English.  "Thank you so much for
understanding me."

   "Relax, Maria.  I told you, it's fine.  It's nice to have company smoking,
isn't it?  It's more pleasant smoking with someone, right?"

   "Si," replied the black-haired beauty.  "I live with my sister.  We smoke
together todo el tiempo.  All the time!"

   "You say you smoke a lot, Maria.  Just how much do you smoke?  I'm
curious."

   The Latino girl shyly shrugged.  "I know it is so very bad for me, Meez
Luanne.  But I cannot help it, I'm afraid.  Probably I smoke almost two packs
every day."  She shrugged again.  "I hope you do not think this is too
terrible for me."

   Luanne laughed.  "No, Maria, I don't think it's a bad thing at all.  To be
honest I'm delighted to learn that you're a smoker.  Feel free to smoke
anytime you want today."

   "Oh, no, Meez Luanne.  I couldn't.  It would not be right!"

   "And why's that?"

   "Porque ?  Because it's not professional for me to smoke while I work."

   Luanne grinned.  God, she loved to see smoke ooze from those pretty Latino
lips!  "Yeah, but I bet you smoke all the time when you work at home, Maria.
Don't you?"

   Hesitantly Maria nodded.  "Si, por supuestro.  Of course.  But here ?."

   "Then today I _want_ you to smoke in my house whenever you feel like it,
Maria, and whatever you're working on.  That's an order.  Oh, and one more
thing.  I don't want you to empty any of the ashtrays."

   Maria was confused.  "But ?.  Why, Meez Luanne?  I do not understand."

   Luanne gave her a coquettish smile.  "It's a little surprise I'm saving for
Mr. Larson, I mean, John," she explained.  "He doesn't know I'm smoking."

   "So Mr. Larson, he will be upset?  Or will he be happy with this?"

   Luanne sighed.  "Oh, I expect he'll be supremely happy, Maria.  At least at
first I bet he'll be totally fuckin' delighted!"

   Maria was shocked.  She'd never heard Luanne talk that way.  "I do not
understand."

   "And you don't need to, dear," Luanne sweetly answered.  She crushed her
second cigarette in the ashtray.  Maria was nearly done with hers, too.  "Just
don't clean out the ashtrays.  And smoke as much as you want today.
Seriously.  I don't mind.  I rather like seeing you enjoy yourself.  So
please, be my guest!"

   The mystified Venezuelan girl double dragged on her Newport 100 and stubbed
it out after inhaling a monstrous amount of smoke.  "Meez Luanne, you are sure
the boss," she agreed with a hint of resignation.  "Okay, I will not clean out
the ashtrays."  She paused.  "Even if these butts are from me?"

   "Yeah, even if they're yours, Maria.  Trust me.  It'll work best if the
whole house looks and smells like one big ashtray."  She stood up.  "I'm gonna
go take a shower and get dressed.  There's lots of laundry to do today.  Make
sure you get to it as well as everything else."

   Maria smiled.  "Gracias, Meez Luanne.  And I will not abuse this privilege
you give me today.  I will only smoke when it is important."

   Luanne turned and looked back at the pretty housekeeper standing in the
kitchen.  "Maria, I meant it.  Smoke as much as you want.  I want this place
to stink when John comes home tomorrow night."  Seeing her servant's confusion
she smiled.  "Trust me, Maria.  Trust me!"

   Once inside the shower Luanne's hands quickly found her eager pussy.
Repeatedly she moaned and groaned and brought herself to orgasm while the hot
water caressed her tingling body.  Each time she came her mind's eye was
gaping at lovely Maria smoking.  God, it was great having a beautiful female
smoker around.  She considered her schedule for next Monday, the next time
Maria would be there.  She grinned wantonly.  Well, maybe she'd cancel all her
planned outings for that day!

   After she got dressed Luanne purposely puttered around the house all
morning.  She wanted to see Maria smoke again and she wasn't disappointed.
The lovely Venezuelan girl soon became comfortable and took ample advantage of
her newfound permission to smoke on the job.  Every time Luanne wandered into
the kitchen or the laundry area she smelled Maria's cigarettes.  The sight of
the gorgeous young dark-haired girl smoking drove Luanne wild.  Far from
stabilizing her libido the stimulus made her crazier than ever.  Finally she
could stand it no more.  She retreated into the office, locked the door and
pulled up the In Real Life Exposed site on the computer.

   "I gotta do this," she groaned.  "I simply _have_ to see more of this!"

   This time she settled on a video called 'Girls' Night 2.'  The lesbian sex
was deliciously explicit.  Luanne quietly and feverishly pleasured herself
while eagerly surveying the glorious visual escapades playing out on the
computer screen.  The girls in this scene were at a bathroom mirror smoking
and getting ready to go out.  Suddenly they began to kiss and touch.  One
thing led to another and pretty soon ?.  

   Luanne was interrupted by the phone ringing.  She didn't think to bring the
handset into the office.  Cursing quietly under her breath she straightened
her shirt and shorts, opened the door and walked out.

   Maria was standing by the door with a cigarette in one hand and the
cordless phone in the other.  "Meez Luanne, it's Mr. Larson.  Your husband."

   She took the phone.  She couldn't help staring for a moment at her lovely
housekeeper's freshly lit cigarette.  "Thanks, Maria.  Hello?"

   "Hi Luanne, it's me, John.  Listen, I'm sorry we didn't talk last night.  I
tried to call a couple times but you must have been out somewhere."

   "Uh, yeah, I was with Sheila."  She absentmindedly walked in the direction
of the family room.  "We had dinner together."

   "That's strange.  You never spend time with Sheila.  Is your little sister
okay?"

   "Oh, yeah, Sheila's fine."  She wanted to change the subject.  "So, how's
the trip going?"

   "Very well," John replied.  "We'll finish negotiations on the mall
financing package this evening or early tomorrow.  I may be able to get an
earlier flight.  I'll know this afternoon.  I can give you a call to let you
know for sure.  I might be home by mid afternoon tomorrow."

   Luanne frowned.  Then she smiled.  With Maria's help the house was already
stinking like a fuckin' ashtray.  If the two of them kept smoking it wouldn't
matter if John got home earlier than planned.

   "That'd be great, honey.  I'll look forward to it."  She decided it was
time to start planting the seeds for her shock therapy.  "I may have a little
surprise for you when you get here."

   "Really?  What is it?"

   "Now, John, if I told you it wouldn't be a surprise, would it?"

   "I guess not."  He paused.  "By the way, did you and Dr. Thomas get
together?  How did that go?"

   "It went very well," Luanne said sweetly.  "He's real smart.  I felt good
about it.  I think his suggestions will definitely help me deal with some of
the problems we've had, John."

   "Great.  Look, I gotta go.  My next meeting starts in just a minute.  I was
hoping to catch you this morning.  I'm sure glad I did.  I love you, Luanne."

   "Yeah, me, too, honey.  Bye."

   Luanne hung up.  Smoking turned out to be not as difficult as Dr. Thomas
thought.  But she had to admit the whole house smelled now.  With Maria's help
it'd soon be even worse.  As much as she enjoyed the sexual liberation the IRL
Exposed web site gave her, she didn't really think it was anything more than a
passing fancy.

   Pleased with how well things were going she casually ambled back to the
office.  At the door she stopped and stared.  Inside stood Maria.  She was
standing in front of the computer with her mouth wide open looking at the
images on the screen.

   "Oh my God, Maria," Luanne groaned with dismay.  "Damn, I'm so sorry.
Shit, you definitely weren't supposed to see this stuff!"

   Maria turned and stared at her in amazement.  "Meez Luanne, you are busy
looking at naked girls on internet who are loving each other?"

   "Yeah, but ?.  Well, it's not what you think," she desperately moaned.
"Shit, Maria.  Like I said, I didn't intend for you to see this.  I meant to
turn it off when I left.  Or close the door.  Or something."

   Maria smiled.  "Meez Luanne, you very surprising to me today."  She
laughed.  "So you are, how do you call it, you are bisexual?  Turned on by
girls and not just by men?"

   "God, no, of course not," she protested.  "Shit, Maria, how can even think
such a nasty thing!  No, that's not it at all.  Actually I was just ?."  She
stopped.  At that moment words failed her.  God, what _was_ she supposedly
doing?

   A tiny smirk began to emerge at the left corner of lovely Maria's mouth.
"Oh, Meez Luanne, you _do_ like the girls," she wickedly laughed.  "I never
guess such a thing for a rich woman like you.  Dios Mio, this is so funny!"

   "No, you've got it wrong, Maria," Luanne strongly dissented.  "That's not
it."

   Maria paid no attention.  She merely put her hand on the mouse.  She
clicked it.  The paused video on the screen began to play.  Maria turned up
the volume on the speakers.  Loud grunts and groans uttered by the two
passionate smoking video beauties reverberated in the room.  Despite herself
Luanne turned to look.  Her eyes were riveted.

   "Oh God, yes, you really do!"  Maria cackled with delight.  "And it is not
only the girls, is it?  No, it is also the smoking that does this thing for
you.  So _that_ is why you so much want me to smoke with you this morning,
Meez Luanne!  Dios mio, I do not believe it.  Is this right?"

   Luanne didn't know what to say.  She froze.  In the meantime the video clip
kept playing.  One girl was sucking the pussy of the other as the first girl
eagerly smoked a long white cigarette, occasionally offering drags to her
naked lover.  It was impossible for Luanne not to look.

   She turned to her housekeeper.  "Look, Maria, I'll cut the bullshit.  I
just found this stupid web site yesterday.  I don't know why but I'm
mesmerized by it.  But I'm no lesbian.  It's just that I ?."

   Maria put her index finger up to her lips.  "Shh.  Be quiet now, Meez
Luanne.  I agree.  We will both cut _all_ the bullshit that goes on now."  She
came a step closer.  "Your husband Mr. Larson he does not know about this
thing, does he?"  Luanne shook her head and Maria smiled.  "No, of course he
know nothing.  But you _do_ like the girls.  I know.  I see how you look at me
this morning.  I thought it was strange.  But now I understand.  Yo
comprendo."  She paused.  "You want me, don't you, Meez Luanne?"  She moved
even closer.  Her mouth was inches from Luanne's.  "Een fact, you want to fuck
me, now don't you?" she whispered wickedly.

   "I don't know what I want, Maria.  Honest to God, I don't."

   "Shh," Maria repeated.  "I am all in control now.  Many things of me you do
not ever understand, Meez Luanne.  My smoking is only one.  I tell you before
I live with my sister.  This is not true.  She is not my sister.  She is my
lover."  She pushed her body against Luanne's.  "You see, Meez Luanne, not
only do I smoke.  Oh, I do smoke, and todo el tiempo, tambien.  This is very
true and I know you like this about me.  But I also like the girls.  And now I
know you want me!"  She pressed in harder.  "You want to fuck, no?"

   Torn between the temptation pushed against her and a frantic desire to
regain control, Luanne sputtered.  "Maria, I ?."

   This time the Venezuelan girl pushed her index finger up against Luanne's
lips.  "No more talk, Meez Luanne.  Quiet now.  The time for talk is finish."
She pressed her mouth against Luanne's and began kissing the reluctant
brunette.

   Luanne groaned.  A pungent smoky aroma permeated Maria's breath.  It tasted
delicious.  God, the Venezuelan girl was right!  She wanted this since she
first saw her lovely Latino housekeeper smoke, and before that when she saw
the smoking video clips on the web site.  She wanted it bad then.  Now she
wanted it even more.  She sighed and happily gave in to her passion.  She
purposely kissed Maria back, very hard this time.  Maria groaned with ecstasy
as she felt Luanne's darting tongue inside her mouth.

   "So Meez Luanne," Maria asked with a smirk.  "You do not want Mr. Larson to
know of this thing, what you and I are doing, no?  He will not be happy if he
knows, will he?"

   "Oh, fuck him," Luanne groaned, eagerly kissing Maria again.  "I don't give
a shit what John thinks.  Not anymore.  I'm not worried.  He'll be totally
under my spell once he gets back in town tomorrow.  But it doesn't matter,
Maria.  John never needs to know, does he, beautiful?"  She kissed her softly.
"It'll be our delicious little secret, won't it?"

   Maria laughed wickedly now that she sensed Luanne had abandoned all
restraint.  "Ah, si, I understand, mi chica.  Oh, you are very bad, Meez
Luanne.  So very bad!  Lucky for you I am also very bad girl!"  They kissed
again.  Maria pushed her hands against Luanne's taut breasts.  "It will be
nice for us to fuck, Meez Luanne.  I think I will not get too much work done
now in your house today!  Si?"

   Luanne grabbed Maria's ass to squeeze it, pulling the lovely young girl's
writhing flesh against her body.  "Maria, baby, nothing else matters to me
now.  God, you're _so_ fuckin' gorgeous!  I loved it this morning when you
told me you smoked.  I loved watching you do it over and over.  God, such an
unexpected treat.  It _so_ turned me on!"  She kissed her on the mouth.  "But
this, God, it's even better than seeing you smoke," she laughed.  "I can't
believe it's happening.  It may be wicked as hell but I don't give a shit!"

   Maria cackled as she played with Luanne's big tits underneath her tee
shirt.  "I always think you are very pretty girl, Meez Luanne.  You have such
big boobs.  I like to see you in your robe in the mornings.  But I never think
I will get to do this wonderful thing!"  She leaned over and kissed her tits
through the shirt.  Luanne moaned.  "Now I want to see these beautiful boobs
better," she laughed shamelessly.  She began to pull Luanne's tee shirt over
her head.

   Luanne eagerly cooperated and Maria unhooked her bra.  Luanne's round
breasts were freed in all their voluptuous glory.  Soon the Latino girl had
her mouth all over them.  Luanne writhed with pleasure.  "Oh God, yes!  I want
you, Maria.  God, I want you so bad!"

   Maria unbuttoned her dress.  She let out a wanton laugh as her black lace
bra came into view.  "You want me bad?  Thees is good, then, because I _am_
bad!  Oh I am very bad, Meez Luanne.  You will see that right now!"  She
grabbed Luanne's right hand and pressed it against her chest.  "Ooh, yeah.
Yeah, that feels good.  Dios mio, thees is muy bien!"  She groaned because
without hesitating Luanne unhooked the black bra and began fondling Maria's
now uncovered breasts.  They were two huge round luscious orbs and her taut
nipples were swollen and pointy with anticipation.

   "Maria," Luanne groaned as they caressed.  "I have two requests, two favors
to ask."

   "Anything," the dark-haired girl replied, clad in nothing but black
panties.

   "First, stop calling me Miss Luanne.  No more of that.  If we're gonna be
lovers then from now on it's just Luanne.  Okay?"

   "Okay, Luanne," Maria obediently replied.  "What else?"

   "The second thing is I want you to smoke for me while we do this.  Please,
will you?"

   Maria laughed out loud.  "Ah, yes, I see.  This is because the smoking gets
you very hot, no?  You like to see Maria smoke a cigarette?"

   "God, I can't explain why.  But I do fuckin' love it," Luanne moaned.
"Just seeing you light up a cigarette and start smoking makes me want to cum!"

   "Si, okay.  This is no problem for me.  I always love to smoke!"  The
lovely naked housekeeper wriggled herself out of her friend's grasp.  She
bolted for the kitchen.  Luanne eagerly followed.  Maria grabbed her pack of
Newport 100s and put a cigarette between her bulbous lips.  "Luanne, I very
much like you to cum," she giggled wickedly lighting up.  "I never do it while
I smoke before.  But I don't mind this."  Standing naked the lovely Latino
girl released a thick exhale from her mouth.  She playfully cocked her head.
"So you think this smoking makes Maria very sexy and prettier?"

   Luanne put her hand on her crotch.  She started rubbing herself.  "Oh God,
Maria, you have no idea!  I fuckin' love to see you smoke.  You totally ooze
sex appeal when you smoke a cigarette like that!"  As Maria took another drag
she walked right up to the raven-haired beauty.  Luanne planted her mouth on
Maria's before she exhaled.  "Mm," she groaned as smoke trickled from their
locked lips.  "God, you taste _so_ fuckin' delicious, too!"

   Meanwhile Maria deftly removed Luanne's shorts.  She, too, now wore nothing
but a pair of skimpy sleek panties.  The smiling housekeeper pushed the naked
brunette toward the family room.  "Meez Luanne, I mean, Luanne, let us go.  I
want to see pleasure now.  Comprende?"

   "Oh yeah, I understand.  Yo comprendo," she giggled as Maria held the
cigarette to her lips so she could take a drag of her own.  Luanne inhaled the
smoke and smiled.  "I know you'll be just as good at this job as you are doing
all the other things you do around our house!"

   "Oh yes, Luanne, si," Maria groaned, forcing her onto the sofa.  "This is
my, how do you say it?  This is my specialty!"  Wrapping her arms around her
she softly kissed her neck and earlobes before she hit on her cigarette again.
She exhaled directly into Luanne's face with a wicked laugh.  "You like my big
teets and my sweet pussy as much as you like all my smoking?"  After hearing a
grunt of affirmation Maria giggled.  She maneuvered their writhing bodies into
position on the couch.  "Then let me do what I do the best, Luanne," she added
with an evil sneer.  "First I will suck your pussy and then you suck mine."
She buried her face in Luanne's bush.  Her tongue and fingers expertly
manipulated her.  "You like?" she asked brazenly, still doing it in earnest.

   Luanne gasped.  Waves of pleasure overtook her.  "Oh, God!.  Ooh ?.  Oh!
Fuck, yeah.  Oh Maria, shit, that feels so incredibly fuckin' good!  I want it
so bad.  Oh yeah, baby, just like that!"

   Maria stopped to hit on her cigarette.  She then bathed Luanne's naked
torso with endless streams of exhaled smoke.  "This will be a wonderful day,
mi amiga," she laughed before resuming her task.  "I promise you this!"

   Maria was right.  It was, for both of them!

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