It had always been my desire to take a trip south of the border. since I live in Southern New Mexico that is not a very long trip. It was just that my job in the oil field kept me too busy. They work you long hours with little time off. In the summer of the year I was lucky enough to get a two week vacation. I thought this would be a good time to take my trip down to Mexico. Most people would have gone to Mexico city or Acapulco. Instead I chose a rather quant town not to far south of the border.
It is a nice little village with market places and restaurants where original cuisine is served. The streets are of cobble stone. To go here is to take a trip back in time. On the old streets you will see villagers selling their goods from carts pulled by burros. People wearing big sombreros take their siestas on the sidewalks. There are small markets and shops to buy gifts. On my first night there I rented a room in a small motel. As Soon as I got my things in order I decided to go for a pleasant evening meal at some local restaurant. I was told that the cuisine down here was fabulous. First I went to the front desk where I procured a brochure of the local places to eat. I then exited the motel on foot.
I had walked about two blocks when I heard the distinct sound of guitar music. It was coming from a small cantina not far away. It was not what I was looking for but something told me to go in and check the place out. The inside was dark and smoke filled. There was the strong sent of whiskey in the air. The place seemed kind of run down. Around some tables sat a group of guitar players strumming away at their instruments. Their voices blurred out a festive song in Mexican. It didn't look like I would find much in the way of tasty cuisine here but that was not what captured my attention. Around the tables six Spanish girls danced to the music. Their bright red and black frilled dresses, tight around their waist, flared out as they spun around in flashes of bright colors, their arms pointing upward, their fingers snapping as they whirled, their long masses of jet black hair flying out. For a while I stood there watching the show then I took my seat at one of the tables. In a while the waitress came.
She said something to me in Spanish.
"I don't speak Spanish", I told her.
She smiled and pointed at the menu. "You choose, " she said to me.
"This", I said pointing toward the fish tacos.
She was very pretty with long black hair. She wore a low cut blouse and a long red colored dress. It seemed like the common color was red, black, and white. When she bent down I could see the cleavage between her milky white breast. She seemed aware and smiled at me.
"This, " she said pointing at my order.
"Yes this, " I replied.
She took my menu and started to walk off. I caught her hand.
"hey What kind of dance is that", I ask pointing at the dancers.
"Oh dance", she said. "That is Salsa. The Salsa dance."
Then she smiled and walked off. Being young and quite impressionable I had totally forgotten my mission to find tasty cuisine. I was now much more interested in the group of dancers flashing their goods in front of me. I pulled up a sit and sat down to watch the show. In a little while the pretty waitress returned with my food. When she bent over to put the food down on my table her big knockers stuck right in my face. The steamy hot food looked very appetizing but I was more interested in the sexy dancers. I was drawn to one in particular. She was obviously trying to get my attention. She kept smiling and winking in my direction. I was as much drawn to her as she was to me. She was very beautiful with long flowing hair, big black eyes, and very shapely long legs. As she danced she raised her skirt, pulling it high up as she twisted and gyrated her body in rhythm of the music. I could see flashes of her creamy white thighs. Her big wide eyes peered right down at me. They seemed to flash fire and the sparks flew right at me, a message of love in the sensual dance. Lust and love grew between us. She went into a slow but steady writhing motion, gyrating her hips in the motion of primitive sex as her eyes locked on mine. Her arms moved and curled in the act of embrace. Her hips and thighs jutted out. The music reached a crescendo as did her movements. She whirled wildly, her arms reaching out, with a rapid gyration of her hips. Faster and faster she moved to the strumming rhythm of the guitars, imitating the climatic movement of sex until she hit the point of musical orgasm. Then she stopped as the music did. She went around the table and plopped down on my lap.
"I like you, " she said. "What is your name?"
"Vincent, " I replied, "and yours?" I ask.
"Veronica, " she replied.
"Veronica is a beautiful name", I replied.
She laughed and ran her fingers through my hair. I put my arms around her. She felt wonderful. The tops of her tits were sticking over her blouse. They appeared as big luscious white melons. She was moving around on me. Her long filled dress spread out over my lap. I could feel the moons of her round ass weighing down on my hard cock. It was rock hard. I could see that each of the guitar players had a women in his lap. They were all hugging and making out heavily. Veronica stroked my face and played with my hair. Her long shapely legs were stretch across mine.
"Your so handsome and so big, " she said, probably referring to my cock. "Kiss me", she said.
I was very glad to comply with her but she was kissing me first. There was nothing like the feeling of her wide sensual mouth pressed to mine. I sat back and enjoyed the taste of the sweet nectar. She locked her arms around me and intensified the kiss. Her whole wide mouth engulfed mine. While she kissed me I glanced around the room. All the way to the back the dancers were making out with the guitar players. They were locked in tight amorous embraces while they ground into each other. All this was coming into my vision while Veronica was kissing me. Now I was thinking that I was going to get my piece. Veronica was starting to writhe around on me as she devoured my mouth. It was at this point that I reached down and pulled my cock out. She jumped off of me like she had been stung.
"Do you have money?" she says. I told her I didn't.
"Then you get money and come back to Veronica, " she said.
Well I didn't know that they were all prostitutes. I watched Verica's swaying ass as she went into the back of the building. I felt pretty embarrassed and quite angry at this shape rebuff. I had no reason to stay any longer so I left. I went back to my hotel in quite a huff. My manly pride had really been hurt. Still I could not get out of my mind. Finally I decided that I wanted a piece of Veronica no matter the cost.
I made a special trip up to the exchange office and got a thousand dollars worth of pesos. That should be more than enough satisfy her I thought. That same evening I returned to the cantina. It was strange I thought that there was no sound of guitar music. The door was left half open so I just walked in. I will never forget the sight that met my eyes. The place had been wrecked. Some of the tables had been turned over and some were smashed. Then I saw the bodies of the dancers lying sprawled out on the floor. The guitar players sat in their chairs, all dead. On one of the tables I saw Veronica's body. She was stretched across the table, her arms and legs hanging down. I went up for a closer look at her. I looked into her lovely dead face. Her brown eyes were rolled up toward the ceiling, her ebony hair was spread out over the table. Her long frilled dress had been pulled up to her waist. I could see right between her legs. She was not wearing a thing underneath.
She was cleanly shaven so that her pussy lips were clearly visible. She had obviously been violently attacked and raped. She at been shot in the breast. Apparently the bullet went right through her heart. She must have died almost instantly. There was blood blouse. I felt of her. She was warm so the murder was very recent.
I went around the room looking at the other victims. It was quite a site all these beautiful women and their men all sprawled out dead in the same room. It looked like the dance show was under way when the attack came. One of them had made a run for the exit when she was gunned down. She was lying on her face right next to the door. I went over and raised her head up. It was the Spanish waitress. Her glazed eyes stared up at me. She had that look of surprise and astonishment frozen on her pretty face. I picked her up and placed on a chair. I closed her eyes and folded her hands.
"Rest in peace", I sad to her.
I walked around the room looking at the bodies and examining them. One couple was sitting together in a chair. Apparently they had been making out when the bullets hit them. The woman was straddling the man's lap. She had her arms wrapped around him in a tight embrace. Her head was tossed down over his shoulder. He was in such a position with his lower body thrust outward and his head thrown back. He was staring straight up at the ceiling. Blood was coming out of his mouth. He had been shot several times and so had the woman. It seemed so sad that they had to died at such a moment.
I just left them that way and continued around the room. A few of the guitar players were sitting in their chairs still in the act of strumming their instruments. the middle of the room lay the sordid collection of the dancers. Blood was all over them. They lay in all kinds of haphazard positions, their arms and legs shewn about at weird angles.
For an instant I wondered what I should do. Of course logic said I should call the authorities. Well being an American I did not know how my presence there would be viewed. I could just as well be taken to the station and perhaps arrested. Then another thought occurred to me. Now I was standing in the middle of the room with all these dead lovies lying around. Why not have some fun I thought? I went over and bolted the door securely and turned the closed sign around just to make sure no more customers came in. Then I returned to the motley sea of dead dancers. There were five of them lying in a wide circle right where they had been cut down in their dance. I went around from one to another, checking them out. I didn't know any of their names but they were all very beautiful. Some of them were lying in pools of blood and their clothes were bloody. After being attacked they had been viciously violated. Their dresses were tore and their blouses pulled off or ripped. Their pussies and tits were wonderfully displayed. Naturally I focused on the ones closest to me. Down at my feet lay a lovely redhead, probably dyed. She had a sweet face, and big brown eyes. Her skin was a beautiful caramel color. She was looking right up at me. Her wide sultry mouth was half open. She was dead but she was absolutely irresistible to me. I went to work on her first. I pulled her head up on my lap. I stroked her lovely face, ran my fingers through her hair, and passionately French kissed her cold dead mouth. While I did this I caressed her ample tits. I reached under her dresses and fingered her pussy. It was still some what warm and moist. Naturally I was not going to stop there.
From her I went to the others one by one, kissing and fondling them. I decided not to fuck them as I would have gotten blood all over me. So I just settled for making out and fondling them. All this got my cock rock and wanting something more. Since Veronica was their for the taking I returned to her. She was not going to reject me now. Really I was quite angry with her for not letting me fuck her free. I reached down and ripped off her blouse and then tore off her bra. Her huge tits spilled out in all creamy white glory. Fortunately she was not so bloody as the rest so I could now really get my piece.
"How do you like that bitch, " I said to her, slapping her again and again, watching her head flop round. All she did was look at me with her fixed death stare. "I am going to fuck you bitch rather you like it or not. I am going to fuck you free and you are going to love it!"
Of course she was not going to answer me. With no further ado I pulled out my cock. Then I crawled up on the table and positioned myself between her out spread legs. She was starting to get cold but her pussy was deliciously moist. I plunged right into her. As I fucked her with hard thrust I looked into her eyes. She seemed to be staring right at me. I loved watching her head flop around and her tits jiggle as I thrust into her. She seemed almost alive. Then I squeezed her luscious tits and kissed her pretty dead mouth. I kissed her long and hard. I thrust my tongue passed her teeth and right down into her throat. Of course she did respond but the feeling was so intensely erotic. I kissed her again and again, enjoying the sweetness of her cold dead mouth. I was surprised at what a grip her dead pussy had on my cock. I reached down and pulled her legs around my back. The points of her dancing shoes stabbed into my back. The squeeze of her heavy thighs on me was delicious. I felt my orgasm coming, I yelled out:
"Oh you beautiful bitch!" "Thank you for letting impregnate your dead womb!"
Now I was just about to eject my semen into her dead pussy when there was a banging at the door. Several men rushed into the room whooping and yelling. I knew that the killers had returned. Luckily I was further back and they had not seen me yet. They began their rampant pillaging of the place. They went around attacking the corpses, Mounting them and fucking them. They pulled the woman off the man and tossed her down on the floor. I could hear the thud as her body hit. Several guys raped her violently while her guy sit there with his death stare. They pulled the young waitress out of the chair. Then stripped and violated her corpse. They were going around the room assaulting the dead dancers on the floor. I could hear their yells. could see their asses pumping the dead pussies. I could hear the sound of flesh striking flesh, yells and groans. It was only a question of time when they would see me.
At that point I picked up Veronica's corpse and headed for the back of the place. I entered the first room I came to. It was large and elegantly furnished for such a run down place. I assumed that this was Veronica's personal bordure where she entertained her customers who could pay her. The whole room was covered with pink flowered wall paper. Even the covers of the queen size bed were pink. Over on the other side stood a dresser mirror where she must have done her primping before the shows. With no further ado I tossed Veronica's corpse onto the bed. I was really angry that I had not fucked her in her pretty private room. I stripped her dress off of her. Now she was totally naked. I got my first good look at her lovely danger body, or I should say corpse now. She was a masterpiece of luscious delicate curves. Her only flaw was the single gun shot wound in her chest. Other wise she was absolute perfection. She was sprawled in such a prone position with her legs angled out. Now I had regained my hard on just looking at her.
If I was going to finish up what I started with her I knew I had to hurry. I could hear the loud noises in the cantina as the thugs had their fun. I figured that I would die if they rushed the room as there was no escape. All I could do was enjoy my last minutes fucking Veronica's dead corpse. I took all my clothes off. I didn't want this to be another quicky. I climbed up on the bed and mounted her corpse. She was now quite cold but her pussy was moist. With no further ado I plunged into her. I pumped away at her like wild, my ass becoming a blur. I was trying to squeeze as much pleasure out of the moment as I could. I couldn't be satisfied with just fucking her. I wanted to leave my indelible mark on her body. I cannibalized her sweet dead mouth with my teeth and tongue and squeezed her cold tits until they bled. I heard a gurgling sound inside her and some kind of liquid came out of her mouth. This time I came her ejecting my load of semen up into her dead womb. As I did I cursed her and called her a divine bitch. When I pulled out of her I was not through yet.
I turned her over and fucked her lovely tight dead ass. What a pleasure that heavenly dancer hole gave my lustful boner. Then finally I plunged my cock into her pretty dead mouth. Oh how wonderful the feeling of her shape teeth scraping my plunging cock. I could feel some kind of foamy liquid flowing over my cock. It all made a long slup slup slup sound. How delightful. What a way to enjoy your last minutes! Even as I pillaged her corpse I could hear the banging at the door. In a while the door flew open. I was expecting them to rush in with guns but they didn't.
Instead they started throwing the corpses of the women into the room. Now there I was with my cock still buried in Veronica's dead pussy as I watched the limp bodies hit the floor one by one. They landed in a twisted haphazard pile. I got out of the bed. I was now through with Veronica and she was now complete rubbish to me. I picked her up and tossed her body on the floor with the rest of the corpses. She hit with a thump and rolled down on the fleshy heap landing upright. Her glazed stare seemed directed right at me. liquid foam was still coming out of her gapping mouth. I smiled. I thought perhaps she had got what she deserved. The damn bitch! She would not give me a free fuck. I took one last look at the lovely dead dancers lying atop each other. What a beautiful pile of human wreckage!
"Just dead meat, " I said as I dressed and walked out of the room.
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