The Perfumed Garden

Egypt… Land of the Pharos, but also a land with a tradition of beautiful woman. Poets of the ages wrote fondly about Nefertiti and Egypt’s most acclaimed seductress Cleopatra. 

Such were her capabilities that not only did she bed no less then three memebers of the Royal family of Egypt at the time, but she also bedded the likes of Julius Ceasar and Mark Anthony. However, this is all we know about her private life and for all we know, she could have been even more promiscuas. Her knack for keeping her private life mainly in the private domain was due to the fact that like everyone… nobody wants to act like a whore around people she knows. 

She was responsible for the establishment of one of the worlds most acclaimed sexual retreats. The Perfumed Garden, a retreat in Alexandria  which survives to this day. Woman from all walks of life come to this exclusive hideaway to be pampered away from the prying male eye. And the pampering is of the hgihest quality, because a woman that has had a good pampering is right as rain for a good fucking!

As she stepped off the plane, the oppresive heat of a typical Cairo summers night hit Jocelyn Fox like a brick wall. The best description that she could think of was that it felt like walking into a sauna, strange thing was that it was midnight. She would spend the next day or two in Cairo visiting the acclaimed Egyptian National Library and Archives where she would brush up on her Islamic studies and also find out a bit more about The Perfumed Garden, a retreat that her husband had boooked her into.

Although she was of pure Irish breeding, Jocelyn was born in Beirut, Lebanon, and spent a large part of her life there as her father taught Western History at the Lebenese University. When she came of age she attended the American University of Beirut where she studied sociology majoring in Islamic Studies.

As she settled into the room of her hotel she could hear the hussle and bustle of Cairo’s streets, as she collapsed in her bed she fell into a dreamless sleep. She was woken up early the next morning by the Imam calling the faithfull to the mosques for prayer. As she sat by the open window she thought about The Perfumed Garden and found it weird that such a place could surviuve in a country that was a strict follower of Islam.

She cuaght a taxi to the library and settled in a quiet corner, and began reading. A good looking Arab man joined her at the table and after a long sailance she started to question him about the Garden.
“What I find strange is that how an establishment like the Garden can survive when Islam has strict guidelines regaurding what is deemed forbidden behaviour or as the Arabs call it: Haram,” said Jocelyn.
“This might be because according to the laws established by Cleoparta, only woman are alowed to go there,” said the man.
“But how would that stop it from being closed down?” asked Jocelyn.
“What goes on behind closed doors wont make the authorities fall of their seats. Because Islam is mainly a mans world and an Arab man will not lower himself to interfere with womans affairs. And because woman have so little, they enjoy what little power they have. Besides, it is a major tourist attraction,” said the man.

She took a cruise down the Nile which then made its way to Alexandria via the Mediterainian Sea. Once docked she was picked up from the port by a female driver from the Garden.

On the boat she read that the ancient Egyptions thought that the best way to pamper their woman would be to bath them in a bath of pure salts blended into a milk mixture that was made of pure milk and camels milk. Although it sounded unsavoury she supposed that it was in fact a lot better then in reality. After a night of constantly dreaming of her husband, Jocelyn put on her robe and made her way to the bath house. There were a number of baths that were in full view of the other ladies at the house and there were a number of baths that were in privately secluded areas. Jocelyn told the beuttiful hostess at the door that she would prefure a private bath.

When she got into the secluded bath area she found that the bath was already filled with the milk and bath salt mixture. She got into the bath, closed her eyes and soaked. As the salts sank into her skin she drifted off into another world where her thoughts once again turned to her husband. This time she recalled the first time that they had sex. As she was getting more and more aroused she massaged her large tits until her nipples stood on end.

As she opened her eyes she saw the beautiful hostess that greeted her at the door standing before her. Amazingly she had the best body that Jocelyn had ever seen on a woman. The hostess pranced over to the bath and lifted Jocelyn’s right leg up and over the edge of the bath. Extending it, she poured another milk mixture down it massaging her leg as it ran down. As she was done she proceeded to suck Jocelyns toes, which turned her on emecely. The hostess then took off her toga and sat on the edge of the bath behind Jocelyn. She proceeded to pour milk over Jocelyns breasts while massaging them. She then got into the bath with Jocelyn and instructed her to get on all fours and to turn and face her ass towards her. She then poured milk over Jocelyns lower back and ass while rubbing her pussy.

Turning around, Jocelyn kissed the girl and got out of the bath and sat on the edge opening her legs. The hostess then started to lick Jocelyns pussy like it has never been licked before.

They got out of the bath and whent to the massaging table that was also within the secluded area. Jocelyn layed down and the hostess started to rub her body with a meixture of cocnut and baby oil. As the girl was massaging Jocelyns ass, she started to finger her and Jocelyn came under the most amazing orgasm of her life.

She whent back to her room and switched on the TV. Almost supprisingly it was on a porn channel and Jocelyn never bothered to change it. A knock came on her door and a sweet innocent voice announced that it was room service. After letting the girl in Jocelyn could see that she was young and innocent, but had a fucking fit body. Although exhausted, Jocelyn knew that she was not done, stripping naked she moved over to the bed and invited the girl to join her. With a naughty twinkle in her eye, the girl also stripped naked and got on top of Jocelyn in the sixty-nine position. The couple then enjoyed a night of estrogenic pleasure enhanced by the anamalistic moans from the porn on the TV.

When she returned to Ireland she thanked her husband in the best way possible. The couple whent to a retreat in Cork where Jocelyn took her clothes off at the beginning of the week and never put them on until it was tme to go home at the end of the week. While they were in the room she did everything naked. The couple fucked at least twice a day and a highlight was Jocelyn waking her husband up on two occasions by sucking his cock. 

Regards
Wayne A Knight

The Cruise of Pleasure

While hiking in the hills of Peru towards the magical city of Machu Picchu, I got talking with a wise man about my adventures and how I wished that I could sexually please every woman in the world. 

“¡Tenga cuidado para lo que usted desea! ¡Quizás se realice!” Said the wise man.
“El amigo puesto de la preocupación que sabemos que esto no es posible!” was my reply. 

I had to explain to the English tourist accompanying us that the old man urged me to be careful what I wish for in the event of it coming true. To which my answer to him was not to worry my friend, we all know that this is not possible. 

One thing that should be discouraged is taking stupid bets, because eventually you are going to have to pay the piper. And there are certain things that you should never lend out as a result of a bet, your car, and your woman…

The smell of lavender intoxicated her as she wondered the lower decks of the Zewenwacht. By now she was used to the rhythmic movements that the boat made as it cruised Amsterdam’s waterways, the only thing that she couldn’t get used to was the moans of pleasure that were barraging her from every cabin that she walked past.

Secretly the moans aroused her and made her nipples stand on end. Although she seemed the innocent type, Ester had an adventurous side. She would pause for the briefest moment outside each cabin and imagine the positions that the couples were fucking in. As she walked past cabin 11 she touched the doorknob lightly with her fingers and closed her eyes. She imagined two busty, long legged blonde ladies with faces for the ages  ravaging each other on the bed while their male companion sat on a couch beside the bed masturbating wildly while watching the blondes please each other.

She moved on to the next cabin where she imagined a woman with jet black hair riding the face of her male companion as he was licking her cunt and slapping her ass to ride him harder. Across the hall in cabin 16 a couple that was on honeymoon where busy undressing each other while kissing tenderly, in cabin 18 a petite girl who couldn’t be older then 19 was busy being ridden from behind by a male with a rather large cock. Finally, a lady in cabin 21 was riding her man, as she was getting to the point of climax she lent over and he licked the erect nipples of her large breasts as she screamed louder then any woman in the previous five cabins.

With her pussy wetter then it has ever been, Ester was immediately aware of the warm feeling of heavy breathing on her shoulder and the sweet smell of female perfume. Not caring who it was she closed her eyes and let her imagination run wild. The lady put her hands under Ester’s mini skirt and pushed her thong to the side, she then darted her fingers in and out of Ester’s cunt, her other hand had found its way under Ester’s top and bra and was stimulating her nipples. While this was going on the lady was whispering into Ester’s ear, “Later, I am going to fuck your brains out!”
“Do it now! DO IT NOW!,” was Ester’s reply. But as she turned to give the woman that was pleasing her the most passionate kiss ever, she saw that she was alone, but the smell of lavender lingered on her skin.

So as not to give away her arousal, Ester cautiously made her way to the upper deck crossing her arms over her chest to disguise her hard nipples. She saw Dastan leaning against the rails at the starboard bow. He was of medium height and build, he had olive skin that was characteristic of the peoples of the Middle East. He was wearing a vest which exposed his muscular arms, on his left arm he sported a tribal tattoo of a lions head with the coat of arms of Iran in the middle. To Ester he truly was the Lion of Persia. His hair was shoulder length and framed his face on both sides separated by a middle path on the top of his head. His eyes were the color of emeralds. He disliked shaving and was sporting some facial hair which added to his allure.

Looking at Dastan, Ester never resented Bert for making the bet, although she was Dutch she secretly hoped that Spain would beat Holland in the final of the 2010 Soccer World Cup. This would mean that Bert would have to turn Ester over to Dastan, who was Bert’s best friend, for two days. She was excited when the final whistle blew as there were a few thoughts that she needed to put to rest.

The first thought was that sailors were well hung and were good in bed, that Persians would go out of their way to please their woman completely and Ester also wanted to know what it would be like to lick Zamina’s cunt.

Happy that her nipples were back to their normal state Ester approached Dastan hugging him from behind. She let her fingers run across his chiseled stomach, closing her eyes she remembered the perfect moment on the previous night when they shared a long and tender kiss.
“Did the moans of the couples having sex downstairs arouse you?,” he asked.
“A bit…How could you tell?,” Ester replied.
“Zamina told me of your meeting in the corridor. She is looking forward to making you scream with pleasure. So am I,” said Dastan.
This was exactly what Ester wanted to hear. Before she could ask him any more about the days activities. The boat docked and Zamina joined Ester and Dastan as they made their way to the drawbridge to disembark.

The Zewenwacht docked in the city’s famous Red Light district. Dastan decided that they would wonder the De Wallen area and would meet up with Bert later that evening at a coffee shop outside the area. They made their way to to the Huis Van Opwinding, which was a bar with rooms to rent by the hour upstairs. As the group sat at their table, Ester noticed that the waitress’ served the tables completely naked. Although she was Dutch, she had never had the courage to visit De Wallen. Her jaw was literally dropping to the floor when she felt the soft touch of Zamina on her neck.
“Turn around and kiss me now,” Zamina whispered in her ear. The couple kissed for a long time when a waitress brought three shot glasses of green liquid to the table. As she pranced away from the table Ester could not take her eyes off her perfect ass and tits.
“You want to please her don’t you?,” asked Dastan.
“I do,” answered Ester.
“That can be arranged,” he said downing his Absinthe.

The group drank downstairs for another half hour before Dastan took Zamina and Ester’s hand and led them upstairs. Once again moans of pleasure could be heard from every room that the group walked past. Dastan opened the door for the ladies and Ester found the waitress that she couldn’t take her eyes off earlier laying on the bed pleasing herself with a vibrator.

Without a second thought Zamina walked to the bed, took the vibrator away and started to please the waitress with her fingers. Dastan turned Ester’s attention away from the bed and kissed her. Her hands went down towards Dastan's belt and she undid his jeans. She took out his cock and was amazed at its size. She started to suck it and put is in as far as her mouth would allow and his cock was still not all the way in. She gave him a slow gentle blowjob and when she broke away she saw that Zamina was kissing him while the waitress asked Ester if she could lick her cunt.

As Ester was being eaten out she gave Datan a hand job. As the waitress pulled away from Ester she took her hand and led her to the bed. Dastan then took the bottle of absinthe and poured a bit of the liquid of Esters pussy. The sensation was out of this world and the tingling set her nerve endings alight. As Datan entred her it felt like she was a virgin getting fucked for the first time. As she was yelping with pleasure Zamina sat on her face with her pussy positioned by Esters tongue. Ester didn’t need a second invitation and liked Zamina’s pussy while Zamina was kissing the waitress, while Dastan was fondling the waitress’ tits while he was riding Ester.

Later that night Ester, Zamina and Dastan met up with Bert.
“I hope Ester wasn’t to naughty,” Bert said to Dastan with a knowing twinkle in his eye.
“Nothing that I couldn’t handle,” said Dastan.
“Next time, Zamina is the bet,” said Bert as he took a drag of his spliff. 

Regards
Wayne A Knight

Inina Torra

We have heard the sayings many times. But very few of them are true. 

At the end of the day a saying is what you make of it. I firmly believe that when you are young, a rolling stone should gather no moss. In that way, When you have found that special someone, and are tired of rolling, you have enough sexual experience to satisfy your partner and create a healthy sex life. 

The youth of today have a totally different mind set to the youths that the old timers had. These days youngsters are not content partying once a week and spending the rest of the week looking forward to it. Some want to party non stop. 24/7 365 days a year. If this is the case, the island of Ibiza is a place to be. 

They say that music has charms to soothe the savage beast, and that when in Rome do as the romans do. Well my friends, a saying that I want you all to remember for allways is that a woman of beauty is a joy forever….. 

She was tired of what the world had become. The countless wars and stuggles that needed military intervention. Because of the wars in Afganisatan and Iraq, and the impending wars between the Korea’s, Davina had not been on a holiday in years. She spent day in and day out with a gun in her hand trying to keep the peace between people she didn’t even know, and between people that Portugal were not even at war with.

The life of a soldier is not a life for woman. You sacrifice a lot to stare death in the face evfery day. You give up the change to find a good man, get married, have kids, and settle down. Instead of dedicating your whole day to pleasing the person you love most in your life, you are forced to please people you did not know.

Buy Porteguese standards, Davina was old. At 30 she was not married nor had she been in a relationship that lasted longer then a few months. She broke the mold of a traditional view of the good wife that finds a rich husband and spends the rest of her life at home having kids and raising them.

She joined the military hoping to gain a measure of solace after both her parents were killed in Desert Storm. She was raised by her Grandparents and when they died when Davina was 18, she joined the Armed forces.

Most of Portugal lived by the traditional view that the womans role was at home, because of that, she fought an endless struggle everyday to gain respect within the army. Because she joined the army at a young age, the men in the army were the only ones she had contact with and her world view on men was largly influenced by this. She saw men as nothing but a bunch of chauvenistic boors who wanted nothing more then to fuck her, break her heart, and then forget about her.

And she had no problem attracting men. She was not the classical, tall dark and slim beuty that most men dream about. She was the realistic picture of a woman. She was of medium height and curvey rather then slim. Her ass was the perfect size between being to big and being too small, and her breasts were a perfect D Cup, she was a lady built for comfurt. Her partiality towards slik underwear made her irrisistible to men. Her hair was bottle blond with chestnut brown highlights, her lips were as luscious as the first strawberries of the summer and her green eyes sparkled like diamonds.

When possible she perfered heeled shoes over flat ones, and walked with a quick step that meade her tits bounce as she walked. After sex, she alwys had a lazier gait where her perfectly round ass swung like a pendulum.

She could not immediately recall the last time she had sex. Her diselusionment with the male race meant that she was the preditor. Always entraping a suitible male, sharing a night of passionate kissing and oral sex. But never going the whole way, and she always made sure that she was the one to creep out of the window at midnight. She also avoided asking for favours, or even leave from work, because knew that they would come with a price.

I came as no surprise then that her call sign was Black Widow. Early in her career she gained the reputation of being an easy woman in order to work her way to the top. She then, for a period, turned her attention to junior officers who she would use and abuse at her will.

While eduring her latest round of basic training in Madera, a friend told her of a particular holiday that he had just been on. He painted the perfect picture of Ibiza. White sands, classical sunsets. Delicious cocktails and even more delicious locals. She could trust his judgement as he had a feminine side in him and was not afraid to admit when a man was goodlooking. She made up her mind that she would apply for leave when they got back to the mainland. Ibiza was calling.

She knew that applying for the leave would be a problem. Sine the attack on the Togo football team in the Cabinda peovince of Angola by the  Front for the Liberation of the Enclave of Cabinda - Military Position, similar rebel armies who were hell bent on gaining independence from Angola were getting bolder and bolder. Because Angola was formaly part of the Portugese empire, the Portugese army was asked to assist in the matter of surpressing the rebels.

Regardless, Davina was adement that she would get her leave, so she wore her most revealing white blouse under her uniform jacket, her push up bra really drawing attention to her inviting tits. She wore her highest heels and the shortest skirt allowable by military protocol and made her way to the leave officers office.

As she stood before the leave officer, Davina could see that he was practically undressing her with his eyes.
“Caralho Davina! It says here that you want to go on leave for a whole month!” said the officer.
“That’s right sir,” replied Davina, pouting her lips and giving the leave officer her best bedroom eyes.
“This is impossible! Fodes Davina! You know about the rebels in Cabinda. Your company will be given the order to prepare to disembark in four days!” he said.
“Sir, I have been part of the military since I was 18. I have never been on vacation. I am owed leave,” she reminded him.
“This is true. Perhaps you could further convince me of the merits of your application,” he said suggestivly.

A minute later she was bent over the desk as the leave officer was fucking her from behind like a rag doll. She closed her eyes and held back the moans of excitement that were itching to come out. Her loins burned as she felt her nipples getting harder as a result of the friction caused by rubbing on the desk top. He slapped her ass, which made her loose concentration and she finally let out a stiffled moan, she then stimulated her clit with her fingers as the leave officers cock penetrated her ass. This sent the leave officer over the edge and he thrusted her harder as he came.

After they both got dressed he signed the papers and gave them to Davina. She saluted him, made an about turn and made her way towards the door. As she put her hand on the door knob he adressed her again.
“How do I know that you wont send me a message from wherever it is you are going that you wont be coming back?” he asked.
“You don’t,” Davina replied without turning around.

Sitting on the palne waiting for take off, she thought back to the enounter with the leave officer. This she thought, was typical of a male. Using women for pleasure before processing a basic request. She longed for a man who would treat her right, who would not want to use her. Who appreciated her for her inner beuty. As she stared out the window, lost in her reveree, a man got into the seat next to her.
“Hi, my name is Hernandez,” he said.
“Davina,” was her icy reply.
“You going to Ibiza on holiday?” he asked,
“Well I am not going there to hunt pheasants!” realising that her tone was inappropriate she closed her eyes, regained her composure, and adressed him again.
"Yes. I am part of the Portugese armed forces and have never been on leave,” she said.
“An officer hey. I better behave then,” said Hernandez with a smile.

To her supprise, she had a long conversation with Hernandez and was not at all bored. Nor did she get the feeling that he had alterior motives. In fact, throughout the conversation, he never looked at ther tits once. Which was a supprise as her top showed copious clevage.
“Can I ask you a question,” asked Davina.
“Depends on the nature of the question,” said Hernandez.
“We have spoken the whole flight, and throughout the conversation you have not looked at my tits once,” she said.
“That’s because there is more to a woman then merely looks,” he said with a dashing smile.
They got off the plane, picked up their luggage off the carosel and made their way to the car rental companies. As they were about to make their own way Hernandez turned around.
“Miss Davina,” said Hernandez.
“Yes Senór Hernandez?” she replied.
“They are very inviting,” said Hernandez with a naughty smile.

She stayed at the hotel recommended by her friend, La Casa de Roja was just as its name suggested, the outer walls were all red and the reception gave the impression that one was standing in hells kitchen. “Fucking hell Fernando you have got some fucked up taste in hotels my friend,” she said to herself. Because she had not taken leave in the twelve years since she joined the military, she had enough money to book herself into the penthouse suite. The receptionist hailed a porter and he helped her take her bags up, oggling her the whole time. She thanked the man and told him to leave.

Standing on the balcony of her hotel, Davina watched the sunset as it kissed the ocean. In preperation for the night ahead, she closed her eyes and could hear the savage rythems. The drums starting soft, and building to a cresendo, the smoke machine producing smoke which resembled the graveyard scene from Michael Jackson’s Thriller. The strobe lights pulsating in time with the music. Scenes of bodies grinding against each other on the dance floor, erect nipples as female bodies brushed against male bodies, erect cocks as male bodies brushed against female bodies. She could picture the effects that the music would have on her soul, transporting her mind into a trance which she found hard to control.

Unconciously her nipples were getting hard at the thought of all the bodies brushing against each other on the dance floor, only a knock on the door brough her back to reality. She saw that there was a note slipped under the door which read: If you want a booty call, just call reception and order a vegiterian pizza with extra olives.
“The fucking little shit,” said Davina,” making promises that he cant live up to!”
Not to matter, she thought, a little irritation like this would not spoil her evening.

She got into the shower and enjoyed the feeling of cool water running across her body, the room was a bit secluded from other surrounding rooms so she took the opportunity to walk around the room naked. She opened the wardrobe and took out a skimpy jet black dress that she would wear to the Privilege Night Club. As she was putting on her make up and doing her hair, she turned on the TV to a music station that played all the club hits of the year. A particular song which was big in Portugal was playing, The words to  Inina Torra had no particular meaning in Portugese, but in Spanish it spoke of a female bull who was the most beautiful in the land that would tease all the male bulls and cause fights in the paddock over who would mate with her.

She thought the song very quaint and simple. Not like the rap music of today where all they sing about is hoes and making money. She threw her head back laughing at the thought. She then noticed a beautiful villa with white wall situated at the other end of the bay. A person standing on the balcony with a strong enough telescope could see straight into the room she thought. Perhaps there is a man, or even a teenager living there she thought. Perhaps they saw me walking around the room naked. Perhaps they were masterbating as I rubed moisturising cream over my titts, stomach and ass. The thought actually turned her on a bit.

She stepped out of the hotel and hailed a taxi to take her to the club, although it was a short distance to the club, she didn’t want to risk falling and damaging her perfect legs. She entred the club and whent straight to the bar where she ordered a Caipirinha.
“You should try the mojitos, much more suited to the Spanish climate,” said Hernandez
“And what is wrong with Caipirinha?” asked Davina distainly.
 “You'll fall over before the end of the night, the cachaça reacts badly to the humidity here,” replied Hernandez.
She looked at him and laughed. She had not heard anything more ridiculous in all her life.
“Tell me something Harnandez, are you as good on the dancefloor as you are with your mouth?” asked Davina.
“Señorita, you don’t know what I can actually do with my mouth. But yes, I am good on the dance floor,” replied Hernandez.
The couple spent most of the night on the floor, but they visited the bar frequently, Davina ordering her Caipirinha’s and Hernandez ordering his Mojito’s. Towards the end of the evening the couple were back on the floor when Inina Torra came on. As Davina turned in towards Hernandez he kissed her, every instinct in her body told her to pull away from him, but she continued the kiss with greater intensity. When the kiss was done, she looked longingly into Hernandez’s eyes and fell over. He helped her up.
“Told you that you’d fall over before the end of the evening,” said Hernandez.
“Im ready to go back to the hotel now,” slurred Davina.

The taxi drive home was filled with passionate kissing on the back seat. Davina couldn’t walk, so Hernandez carried her up to her suite.
“Come inside. Spend the night,” said Davina.
“Another time,” said Hernandez.
“You not even going to consider my offer?” said Davina, looking at Hernandez with bedroom eyes.
“Ill sleep on it,” said Hernandez.
“And all alone too…such a pity!” said Davina, anger now evident in her voice.
Sober now, she thought of what Hernandez was playing at. She played the evening perfectly, no man in his right mind would refuse an offer such as the one Davina put to Hernandez. She was in the mood to take her frustration out on someone, she called reception and ordered a vegiterian pizza with extra olives.

The porter that escorted Davina to her room earlier in the day presented himself at the door, Davina opened the door, pulled the porter in, tossed the pizza aside undid the zip of the porters pants and began to suck his cock. As he moaned with pleasure Davina sucked harder and harder. All the time digging her nails into his ass. She then threw him on the bed and gave him a hand job, jerking his cock violently, no hint of passion in her movements, The porter came and shot on Davina’s face. Knowing that the session was over, the porter got dressed and walked towards the door with his tail firmly set between his legs.
“Like I said. Making promises that he cant live up to!” said Davina.

She woke up mid morning and went down to the beach. She saw tat a number of the locals were walking around topless, but Davina had no inclination to put herself on display in such a manner. As the sun was baking her already tanned body she wondered why Hernandez refused her offer for casual sex. The thought had not even left her when Hernandez sat down on the lounging chair next to her. She looked at him angrily and returned her view to the sea.
“Still cross with me?” he asked.
“Little boys don’t anger me,” said Davina.
“Can I at least make it up to you? Dinner tonight? A resturant of your choice,” he said.
She turned towards him, lowered her sun glasses a bit so that he could register the irretation in her eyes.
“I do not come from here, I don’t know any good returants,” she answered.
“Then allow me to choose. Be ready at 8,” he said. And with that he was gone.

Not wanting to show that she still desired him, Davina dressed a lot more formally for the dinner. She wore a pair of tight jeans that had to be practiucally painted on her, a satin maroon blouse that bore the colour of her homeland, strappy high heeld sandels and a green satin neck scarf. Sitting at the table of a spanish returant sipping a merlot wine,
“Why did you not revel at spending a night of casual sex with me?” asked Davina casually.
“Oh…I can see that you are still angry with me. However, it is a fair question. I don’t take advantge of drunk woman. Id rather spend an evening pleasing you so that you can remember it the next day,” said Hernandez.
Shocked, Davina took a sip of her wine, looked at him and said,” You are not a dumb brute. I could have forgiven a dumb brute,” said Davina.

From dinner they ended up at Crazy 8. A bar at the end of a peir that overlooked the ocean, Davina supprisedly found that there was much more to Hernandez that meets the eye. He escorted her home once again and this time accepted the invitation up her room as it was just to have drinks.
“That house at the other end of the bay is beautiful,” said Davina.
“Si…It is,” said Hernandez.
“I realised the other night that if someone were to stand on the balcony of that house and look towards this direction, they would see into my room,” said Davina.
“Better not do anything naughty then. Are you going to the mascerade ball tomorrow night?” asked Hernandez.
“I didn’t even know that there was one,” replied Davina.
Taking out a ticket, Hernandez gave it to her, “See you tomorrow at 9 pm?”
“I guess you will,” said Davina.

There was something familiar about Hernandez that Davina could not place. The way that he carried himself as he walked suggested that he was a military man but she could not be sure of that. Putting thoughts of that aside she looked towards the mascerade ball. The beauty of such an event is that you could have sex with whoever you wanted and walk past them in the street the next day not knowing them. The anonymity was a dream. She wore a tight red dress with high heels and a mask that only covered her eyes. To allow quick access to important areas of her body sahe wore no underwear. She walked in and was offered a glass of champagne. From across the room she spotted Hernandez. Although he was wearing a mask the way he carried himself gave him away, she walked towards him and dragged him to the dance floor. A slow song was playing and he needed no invitation to cup her ass in his hands.
“Señorita, are you wearing no underwear?” asked Hernandez.
“Especially for you Señor,” whispered Davina in his ear.
A short while later the couple were in a secluded room. Hernandez was on the floor while Davina was giving him the ride of his life.

They whent back to Hernandez’s house and Davina realised that it was the house across the bay that she had been eyeing the whole week. She sood on the blacony and looked towards her room.
“Did you look into my room at anytime this week?” Davina asked Hernandez who had just walked up behind her.
“You have a fucking beautiful ass! that's all I can say,” replied Hernandez.
She turned and kissed him. Wrapping her leg up and around his waist her wet pussy was exposed. Hernandez slipped a finger and and out of it as his tongue was massaging hers. Davina pulled away from the kiss and moaned like a whore as Hernandez fingered her harder and harder. They made their way into the  room and Hernandez tied a silk scarf over her eyes. He then tied her hands to the posts of the bed. The thought of not knowing what Hernandez was going to do next excited Davina immensly. She could feel that he had a block of ice in his hands and was melting it over her body. He put it over her nipples which made them hard. He then sucked the nipples, lightly flicking his tongue over them, then he nibbled them, which sent electric pulses of pleasure through Davina’s body.

He then took his cock out and brushed the head of it over the nipples. Pushing her tits together, Hernandez started to ride them slowly. Then a bit harder, and harder still. She was moaning very loud at this stage which spurred Hernandez on. She broke her bonds and wrestled with Hernandez so that she was on top of him. Not taking the blind fold off she started to ride him, the sight of her tits bouncing up and down made Hernandez very horney and he spanked her ass, willing her to ride him harder. After she rode him, they whent out onto the balcony, bending Davina over, Herdandez put his cock in her ass and started to ride her gently. When his cock was going in and out easier, he rode her harder. As he was about to cum, he grabbed her hair, pulled he head back,  and orderd her to moan like a whore. Which she needed not to much instruction to do. The couple powered to an orgasm and lay on the cold tiles holding each each other.

Davina woke up the next moring before Hernandez and looked in his woredrobe. She saw his dog taggs on the shelf and looked at them.
“My code name is Zorro Platedo. I have been serving in the military all my life,” said Hernandez. 
Turning around Davina kissed him longingly. 
“Well the Silver Fox gave the performance of a lifetime last night PAPI,” said Davina. She also asked if she could use his phone. She then called her leave offier. Told him to go and fuck himself. And handed in her resignation from the military that afternoon. She never left Ibiza. 

Regards
Wayne A Knight

The Island of Swallows.

There is always something about the tropics that brings out the dirty side of people, or should we say the adventurous side. Because dirty for some is meek for others. 

There are very few places in the world more tropical then the Caribbean, the area is home to many islands that promote sexual expressionism and embrace it as a natural healthy part of a relationship.

A major draw card in the area is secluded beaches and the feeling that one can loose oneself in the seclusion and forget the world. But others want some sense of home. The island of Cozumel off the Yucatan Peninsula in Mexico is such a place. 

Her warm lips were inviting, as Andrew drew away from Lindsay’s embrace she lifted her leg and maneuvered it onto his shoulder. This opened her up entirely, and Andrew could see the wetness of her pussy beckoning him to please her. Her pulse was racing, he could feel it. As he kissed her leg, moving closer to her pussy she stopped him.

“Finger me. I want you to finger me and massage my breasts with your other hand,” she said.

He was not one to argue, not with the woman he loved. He brought his fingers to her mouth; she obediently put them in and stroked their length with her tongue. He took them out and gently massaged he clit before gently placing one, then two fingers in her. He knew how she licked it. He stroked her slow with long even movements, every third stroke he would massage her clit with his thumb for three strokes.

Lindsay was slowly building to an orgasm; she was pleased to know that Andrew knew exactly how to bring her to one. Her other boyfriends would bring her to the gate, but she wouldn’t cross. Her breathing quickened, she was a moaner and she knew it drove Andrew insane. As she started her low schoolgirl moans Andrew would increase the pace. He had now disregarded her clit as his only concern was his fingers inside her. As his hand was completing the withdrawal movement, Andrew would twitch his fingers, as one would do when calling someone from afar. This stroked her G Spot, and sent her into a series of primal screams that could be heard four houses down.

Andrew loved the way Lindsay screamed, and he knew that what he was doing with his fingers on the withdrawal movement was working wonders. As Lindsay entered into her series of primal screams, she asked him to take his cock out and put it in her hand. As Andrew was bringing Lindsay to her second orgasm, she started giving Andrew a hand job. As his fingers increased their pace, so did her hand.

The couple came together and laid for the rest of the night in each others arms. Andrew was not much of a talker after sex, however, Lindsay couldn’t shut her mouth.

“What’s happening to us Andrew?”
“What do you mean?”
She turned to face him, took his hand and prompted him to massage her breast, making small circles around her nipples.
“I mean where do you see us five years from now?”
“That’s a long time away Lindsay.”
She was noticeably agitated, and moved away from him and sat up on the edge of the bed.
“Fuck you Andrew. I know you special operations blokes are emotionally inept at times, but I never thought you were stupid.”
Taking offense to the line of the conversation Andrew got up and moved to the couch to put his robe on.
“I’m not fucking stupid Lindsay, it’s just that everything that you say has a fucking hidden meaning.” He moved in front of her so that she couldn’t escape him, he pointed his finger at her, “And I’m sorry if I don’t have a degree in archaeology like you, you had no right to question my intelligence.”
“You're right Andrew, I’m sorry love,”
“Until the next time we fight when you bring it up again.”

He moved to the bathroom, took his clothes with him, and got dressed. As he moved to the front door, Lindsay was there waiting for him.
“I’m really sorry Andrew, don’t leave like this.”
“You should have thought of that before you questioned my intelligence. Ill be back soon.”
With that he slammed the door shut and stalked to his car.

He was noticeably irritated sitting at his table in the darkest corner of the Cantina. The only reason that he came to Mexico was to be with Lindsey. Se was an archeologist with the Museum of Natural History in London and was on assignment investigating the disused Mayan temples on the island.
“Hey Senyor, you look a bit pissed off ey?” said the waiter.
“You don’t know the half of it mate,” replied Andrew.
“Tell you what Papi, I knock off now, buy me a Mojito and tell me about the bitch,” said the waiter.
So he sat down and Andrew told the waiter about the fight him and Lindsey had.
“Ah, so you go left and she goes right,” said the waiter.
“Say what?” asked Andrew.
“You need to touch base. Find a way to connect if you go left, she go right. BANG you touch base,” said the waitor.
“How the fuck do I do that?” said Andrew sipping his Tequila.
“Slowly with the TQ hombre. Listen here there is currently a historic festival is held in the small town of El Cedral, in the south of Cozumel Island at the end of April. This annual event is said to have been started over 150 years ago by Casimiro Cárdenas. Cárdenas was one of a group that fled to the island from the village of Saban, on the mainland, after an attack during the War of the Castes. The attackers killed many other villagers, but Cárdenas survived while clutching a small wooden cross. Legend has it that Cárdenas vowed to start an annual festival wherever he settled, to honor the religious power of this crucifix. Today, the original Holy Cross Festival forms part of the wider Festival of El Cedral, which includes fairs, traditional feasts, rodeos, bullfights, music and competitions. The celebrations last about 5 days,” said the waiter.
“This is a long story,” said a pissed Andrew
“That’s why I said slowly on the TQ. Just outside the town there is a temple sacred to Ix Chel, the Maya Moon Goddess, which is a place of pilgrimage, especially by women desiring fertility,” said the waiter.
Andrew stood up pointed his finger angrily at the waiter and screamed, “Are you suggesting I shoot blanks?”
“There is a priestess there, shell be able to help you,” said the waiter smiling.

The car pulled to a screeching halt outside the motel where the couple was staying. Lindsey got up to greet Andrew at the door. As he walked in she took him by the hand and made puppy eyes to apologise. But before she could say anything, Andrew cut her off.
“Be quiet woman, tomorrow morning we are going to El Cedral and the temple of Ix Chel,” slurred Andrew.
“But…But,” started Lindsey.
Just then Andrew kissed her passionatly, broke the hold, looked her in the eye and said “didn’t I tell you to be quiet?”

The town of El Cedral was abuzz with activity. Locals were seen wearing traditional dresses while locals were snapping pictures. Lindsey and Andrew arranged to visit the temple later that night. They hardly said a word to each other since the fight but were walking down the street hand in hand. They watched as the float parade made its way past them.
“I'm really sorry about last night ‘Drew,” said Lindsey.
“I know, but we cant go on fighting like this we need to find a way to stop,” answered Andrew.
“Why the sudden interest in the temple?” asked Lindsey.
Andrew winked in reply and answered “you’ll see.”

As dusk approached the couple joint the back of the line of a group of virgins walking towards the temple with nothing on except a towel tied to the waist leaving their breasts exposed. Lindsey knew vaguely about the festival of Ix Chel, but didn’t figure that it was still observed. Once in the temple Andrew and Lindsey were taken to one side and met with Ambrozia the high priestess. They explained their problems and Ambrozia led them to a secluded loft that overlooked a inner sanctum. The sanctum was filled with burning coal braziers; there were a number of couches arranged in a circular formation. On the couches sat one virgin. They were facing each other with their backs turned to the outer sanctum. They were approached from behind by virile men who blindfolded the virgins and proceeded to please them. The cavorting carried on for a while when the ecstatic moans from the virgins reached fever pitch. As they came as one a pillar of light shined down on them from the roof of the temple.

Andrew and Lindsey moved back from the balcony and turned to Ambrozia.
“The pillar of light was the light of Ix Chel. It fills them with love, completes them. This is the light you seek,” said the priestess.

Andrew and Lindsey got separated as Lindsey went for a massage.  She liked the look of her masseuse and though inwardly to herself that he could leave his shoes under her bed any time he liked. Got stripped naked and as she was about to get on the couch the masseuse complemented her tight body.
Blushing she lay on her back and relished in the masseuse’s hand working their magic. He was utterly professional and didn’t do anything inappropriate. She flipped over and was looking forward to the back massage. A pair of hands moved over her shoulders kneading her muscles they then went lower and clutched her ass tightly. They went lower still and her legs opened the slightest bit to allow a inner thigh rub. All of a sudden there were fingers moving in and out of her wet pussy.
“Oooo yes put your hard cock in me. In my ass!”
She felt her ass being filled by a sizable cock which was fucking her gently moving in perfect rhythm with her breathing. She beckoned her seducer to rider her harder and she got on her knees and straightened her back to give the seducer full access to her large tits. As her drubbing continued the seducers hand made their way towards her hard nipples which got twisted.
“FUCKING YES ANDREW! YES!,” screamed Lindsey. All of a sudden a pillar of light engulfed them. All of a sudden they were laying on a bed of rose petals in a rolling green meadow
“Andrew where are we?” asked Lindsey.
“In Elysium, we achieved perfect connectives, well always be in love and never have significant differences again,” was his reply.
“I knew it was you fucking me, only you know which buttons to press,” said Lindsey.
“I love you angel,” said Andrew.
“I love you too,” was her reply.

The lovers never left the island. They got married in the church of Santísima Trinidad and Andrew opened a bar named Ix Chel. Every so often he tells travelers who are having relationship problems about the temple and the fields of Elysium.

Regards
Wayne A Knight

Island in the Sun

The stars shine bright, with all their might, deep in the heart of Texas! You would be forgiven for thinking that the writer had a beautiful lady in mind when writing these words to the famous song. Many a times has my breath been taken away by a woman whose only adhering quality was her eyes. 

This was the case with my first girlfriend. Her eyes sparkled like a polished diamond. Medium sized and inviting. Brown, the color of hazel with a sparkle that suggested if the mood took her, she would fuck you all night so that you could barely walk the next day. 

Often when you fall in love with a person who has only one enduring quality, you become pleasantly surprised when you find other qualities about her that are just as enduring.  

This reminds me of my next story. Once again we are in the islands of pleasure known as the Carribean where my advise to all is: Be careful what you get yourself into, you may get more then what you bargained for!

As he lay in his bed with the cool breeze of a Colorado winter night blowing through the window Edwen Sheenan turned and looked at his beautiful wife as she looked lovingly at him.

“How long have you been staring at me with those gorgeous eyes?” asked Edwen.
“Long enough,” was Catherene’s husky reply. Her voice was naturally husky, but now more so, seeing as though she screamed with pleasure the whole evening as Edwen licked her cunt and fingered her like he never had before.
“You have that naughty look in your eyes Espinoza,” said Edwen calling her by her maiden name.
“That’s because I have one thing on my mind. The same thing that you have,” said Catherene.
“MMM…I wonder what that would be,” said Edwen leaning in to kiss his wife passionately.
Before he could kiss her she placed her index finger on his lip as if to indicate that he should desist for the time being, she took his hand and guided it around her body towards her perfect ass. Resting his hand there Catherene shifted Edwen’s Colorado Rapids old playing shirt. He knew what she wanted and moved his hands around her ass towards her pussy. He started to trace the outline of it when Catherene whispered in his ear:
“Do you want some of that?”
He nodded in reply but instead of pushing his hand further towards it, Catherene got up and instructed Edwen not to move.

This evasiveness was not new and frustrated Edwin a bit. He remembered a time when Catherene was right as rain and was a literal fucking machine. All he had to do was push the right buttons and she would be all over him. Age played a big role in this. There was almost a five year age gap between the pair. Edwin liked them young, youth brought adventure to the table and with adventure inhibitions ceased to exist.

He could remember the first time he saw her. The Honduran swim team was training at the Colorado high performance center for the up coming 2004 Olympic trials. The team had obviously taken a break from training and came down to  watch the Rapids train. From the moment they made eye contact  she took his breath away, hazel eyes framed by a luscious olive skin and inviting lips with a slight pout. Her face was elegantly framed by Chestnut brown hair that fell to just below her shoulders. She was wearing her Honduran tracksuit with a top that was low cut and showed just enough of her cleavage to make Edwin forget that he was at training. Suddenly a ball hit him on the head, embarrassed he looked in Catherene's direction hoping that she didn’t take notice. Although she tried, she could hold back the playful giggle, instead of getting uptight Edwin returned her smile with one of his own.

Later that evening the Rapids met at The Bear Claw for their usual once a week drinking session. After a few chasers Edwin noticed the appearance of the Honduran swim team approaching their table. The group exchanged pleasantries and continued mingling. Catherene placed herself next to Edwen and had only one thing on her mind. As the music got louder she leaned into him and asked if he like to go for a walk. The walk was largely uneventful however Edwen was pleased to find out that although Catherene swam for Honduras she was based in Colorado and studied at the Denver campus of the University of Colorado. They exchanged numbers and Catherene lent in and kissed Edwen on the head.
“And what was that for?”asked Edwen.
“I thought Id kiss it better, the spot where you got hit on the head,” replied Catherene.

The Rapids won the MLS that year and Honduras had a satisfactory Olympic campaign by their standards. Edwen was voted most valuable player while Catherene made it to the final of the hundred meter breaststroke. They were happily in love and life was good. At the end of that year the couple booked a holiday in St Kitts and were booked into the Sugar Bay Club hotel. Edwen would always remember this holiday because of the events of the first day.

The flight from Denver to Basseterre was pleasurable because it was short. Catherene was wearing a short denim skirt with a checkered top covered by a shortsleeve denim jacket. She was wearing the cowgirl boots she loved so much with an eight gallon cowboy hat of matching colour. It took a lot of resolve for Edwen to resist pleasuring her on the plane, but seeing as though they had never had sex with each other he had no idea how to approach the topic. When they arrived at the hotel they collected the keys to their room and made their way across the rolling lawns. As they were walking Catherene whispered into Edwens ear that when they get into the room he must do exactly what she said with no arguments.

They entered the room, paid the porter and Catherene locked the door, she turned and kissed Edwen slowly, rolling her tongue over his. After pushing away she told him to sit on the bed, he did so and she started to give Edwen the best strip show of his life. Under her cowgirl ensemble was a picture of beauty. Her black corset styled underwear framed her body perfectly. There were no straps on the shoulders which meant that kissing and nibbling them was encouraged. It was tight around the breasts which pushed her C cup breasts perfectly together. The top of the corset sat just over her nipples, but when aroused they would peep out. It followed her hour glass figure which drew attention to her hips.  He looked further down and realised that all through the flight she didn’t have any underwear on.
She undid the zip of his jeans, took his hard cock firmly in her hand and gave him the slowest best blowjob he had ever had. As he was about to cum she nibbled the nob of his cock gently which send hard electric pulses down Edwen’s loins. Catherene then took off her corset and rode Edwen harder, and harder, and harder. Loving the sight of her tits bouncing up and down Edwen started to build up to another orgasm, Catherene lent over and Edwen started to nibble her nipples as she continued to ride him. After thundering to an orgasm Catherne knelt on the bed and Edwen started to kiss her legs starting from just above her boots. As he got to her ass he licked her wet pussy flicking his tongue hard over her clit. He then put his dick in her and started to ride her. She was yelping like a injured fox as Edwen slapped her ass to encourage her to scream louder.
“Pull on my hair baby,” she begged him
He gently took a handful and began to thrust her harder.
“Oooooooo yes harder!” she commanded.
He thrusted harder.
“Harder!”She screamed.
He went harder.
She could feel that his cock was starting to swell and she knew that one final moan would send him over the edge.
“Awwww yes baby! YES! NEVER STOP FUCKING ME! NEVER STOP FUCKING ME! NEVER STOP FUCKING ME!” she continued to scream as Edwen fucked her like she had never been fucked before.

As the couple lay in bed holding each other they both knew that they were made for each other, that the perfect moment that they just shared would be the first of many. Edwen had an idea that Catherene was the one for him back when they were dating in Colorado. He had already bought a tanzenite ring and planned to propose to her on this holiday, at the perfect moment.

This moment would be the next day as the couple took a sundown visit of Brimstone Hill Fortress on the western side of the island. They were one of the only people on the tour and the only couple that opted to camp overnight near the fortress. Later that night, Catherene was standing on the ramparts of the fortress looking out onto the sea. Edwen came up behind her and held her torso closer to him.
“Beautiful isn't it,” she said.
“Not as beautiful as you angel,” was his reply as he kissed her cheek. She turned around and wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him longingly.
“I have a question to ask,” Edwen said.
“Go ahead,” she replied.
“What are you going to be doing for the next 50 years of your life?”
“I don’t know Edwen,” Catherene said with a teenage giggle, “I have thought about that.”
“I was wondering then, if you didn’t mind so much, if you would be my wife,” said Edwen. He took out the ring and Catherene burst into tears.
“Yes my love,” was her reply.

Later that night they took a stroll around the inner courtyard of the fortress. Although it was disused, it was maintained as if it still housed the governor of the island. The most beautiful fountain ever seen was the main feature of the area in front of the fortress.
When Edwen and Catherene got to the fountain he turned into her and gave her the most passionate kiss she had ever received. In the throws of passion she haden't realised that Edwen had slipped the gown off her shoulders and was gently kissing the nape of her neck, nibbling it every so often. A lasting memory that Edwen would always have would be the sight of her pussy dripping with cum as he bit the nape of her neck where it joined the shoulder. He relished in her gasping for breath as he explained how he wanted to spend the rest of the night licking, nibbling, and riding her hard clitoris.

The sensation gave her goosebumps and the felling of his hard cock pressing against her leg made her temperature rise considerably. She slid her hand into his pants and took his cock firmly into her hand and stroked it lovingly. They kissed again and as their kissing got more passionate she caressed his cock quicker and quicker. Just as he was about to climax she knelt down and put his cock in her mouth and started giving him a blowjob. Every so often she would release his cock to suck his balls giving him a teabag.

When she got up he kissed her, and then put her on the floor ready to give her the ride of her life.
“Be gentle Edwen.”
“There is no time for being gentle my sweet,” he replied.
But she always got her way, He entered her and started to tide her slowly, savoring every moment, every moan and harsh breath, every look of pleasure on her face, the sweat running down her skin, her tits bouncing up and down as he thrusted her. He lent in to kiss them and suck them. He took the liberty of gently nibbling them as he went harder, this drove Catherene insane with pleasure. Their nerve endings were set alight and he lent in further and kissed her. She rolled him over and sat on his cock, riding him. He closed his eyes and imagined that there could be no more perfect moment then this. She scratched his chest lightly with her well manicured nails, as he spanked her ass to go harder, she increased her pace and dug her nails hard into his chest.
“Ride me harder, ride me harder Catherene. Let yourself go,” he beckoned her.
Losing all control and self awareness, she threw her head back and worked her ass back and forth like it was never worked before. As they came they lay side by side in on the grass.
“Are we finished yet me sweet?”asked Edwen.
“Not yet my prince, not yet,” was her reply. She then lent in and whispered in his ear and told him to take her from behind and fuck her ass.

Another cold breeze through the open window brought him back to reality. Although these events were only a year and a child away, it felt like a lifetime. Just then Catherene walked to the bed, took off her silk gown to reveal the black corset underwear she had worn in St Kitts. She put on her boots, her hat and lent into Edwen.
“You know what we haven't done in a while my prince?”asked Catherene.
“Whats that angel?’ Edwen asked.
“Fuck,” was he reply as she kissed Edwen longingly.

Regards
Wayne A Knight

Model Pleasure

I am often asked where my favorite place in the world is... A personal favorite is the Carribean or Mexico. There is something about curvy Latin women with tanned bodies that fires a mans blood up. 

But every country has an alluring quality, one must just know where to look. The Arab countries present a forbidden pleasure that one cant help but risk. Walking down lesser streets in Dubai or Ankara, one often sees couples cavorting in dark alleys just out of sight of the general public, but just visible enough to know that the man has the girl up against the wall and is riding the hell out of her. Other Arabic cultured countries such as Morocco and Egypt even have locations where ‘haram’ activities are freely available, at an exorbitant price. 

The word haram in Arabic is forbidden, it has always fascinated me that it is close to the word harem which is a place where Sheikhs, Khalif’s, and Sultans keep their concubines. Most definitely, one would go the the Harem to participate in Haram activities.

But the country that is the ultimate paradox is Russia. The old people say that Mother Russia has two seasons, one of fire and one of ice. Others say that the ground of Russia is so filled with the blood of patriots who died for their country that Russia is immortal. 

One fact for sure is that Russia has the most beautiful women in the world. Born and bred of good stock and raised  to please their husbands in every way imaginable. Although treated as a taboo, the old folks take sex education seriously as a good sex life builds a good relationship. 

But Russia is also a land of intense loneliness, with the KGB going underground many willing and able men were left with nothing else to do but drink. And vodka soaked men do not hold a large allure for woman, but there is a saying in Russia that says: the sun will shine in your yard too...

Nicolai was never the sharpest knife in the rack which was an irritation to the man as he could not apply to work for the KGB. Although the agency was more secretive then in the past, he knew of a friend who worked for them and could organise an interview. But passing the intelligence tests was a problem. Not one to turn to Vodka to ease his boredom. the one thing that Nicolai did know how to do was to drive. In the past he drove get away cars for gangs and even served a three year jail sentence when he was caught in the act in 1995.

Desperate for a job, he worked as a bouncer at a local night club until he was approached by Vasilli Zurkov, one of the biggest mob bosses in Moscow. He was working as a driver for Zurkov for five years when fortune started to smile down on him.

Nicolai’s main task was to tend to the needs of Zurkov’s attractive daughter who was an studying to be a doctor. This meant that Nicolai had to drive a daily route between the Moscow Academic Hospital, the Moscow State University, and the Zurkov residence in upmarket Moscow.

Everyday, his route would take him past the Angel Eyes Modeling Academy and he would often be blown away by the alluring beauty of some of the young girls. One girl in particular caught his eye every time, she was of medium height, had ice blue eyes, flowing long blond hair, a tight ass, large tits and a  kind and gentle smile that could melt even the coldest heart. There was a traffic light just outside of the academy which caught him every time. Each time he stopped, he would look out of the window of the drivers seat where he would make eye contact with the girl of his dreams. She would then give him a bashful smile and absently stroke at her hair.

One day, while stopping the car at the traffic light, Zurkov’s daughter, Anastasiya, saw Nicolai smiling at the blond beauty, she could see that both Nicolai and the girl looked at each other longingly. So much so that the cars behind Nicolai had to honk their horns to remind him that the light had changed green.
“Сморкаться вы лошадей задницу! Я вижу, что на зеленый свет!”
“Nicolai,”
“Yes miss?”
“Do you find it hard to do your job?”
“I am sorry for using such bad language miss,” said Nicolai bashfully.
“No, its not about that,” waving her hand dismissively at the apology, smiling she added,”My father swears much worse then you do. Please answer the question though,” said Anastasiya.
“Sometimes I do what I want to do… other times…I do what I have to,” was his reply.
“There is a lot more truth in that then you know Nikolai. I see you like that girl from the modeling agency,” she said with a knowing smile.
“She is very beautiful,” he replied.
“She likes you you silly man,” said Anastasiya.
“I don’t know why. Besides,She wont have anything to do with me, she is Kniaz, and me?...I'm just a dumb driver,” replied Nikolai.
Even through Russia did not have a royal family since the abdication of Tsar Nicholas II, the title of Kniaz was still given to young girls who could accurately trace their bloodlines back to the Tsar.
“You know her Nicolai?,” asked Anastasiya with a naughty yet surprised tone.
“I know of her. Here is your stop. I pick you up at 7 pm,” was his reply.
She lent over the front seat and kissed Nikolai on the cheek. ”Know this Nikolai, All are not cooks that walk with long knives. The sun will shine in your yard to,” with that she got out and made her way up the stairway into the main hall.

He made the trip many times and every time the traffic light caught his car. The blond girl even began waving at Nicolai as he was about to pull off. He would always forget to look at the light and the cars behind would honk their horns angrily at him. One day an irate driver actually lent out the window and suggested that he get her number just so that he would pull off in time in future.

“Maybe that wouldn't be a bad idea my friend,” said Anastasiya.
“Just imagine. A driver asking a Kniaz for her number and if he can call on her. No thank you. Can I ask question?” he asked.
“Please do,” was her reply.
“Don’t take this wrong way, but why do you call me friend?”
“Are you not my friend Nikolai?” she asked.
“I’d be honored to be your friend. But your dad is vors, we must be professional you and I,” was his reply.
“Do you think I'm scared of my father?”
“You are not scared of the grim reaper Anastasiya.”
“Then I can choose who my friends are. I want you to fetch someone tonight and bring her to my house for diner.”
He smiled at her cocksure demeanor, “you give me address later, I will do as you wish…Friend.”
She kissed him on his cheek and whent up the stairs to into the main building.

The address took him to downtown Moscow near the Luzhniki Stadium. Used now as a sports arena, the old stadium was a prime spot for political rallies in the days of General Secretary Mikhail Gorbachev. He used to recall going to the stadium with his father where they were always seated close to the General Secretary. After the proceedings, Gorbachev would come and kiss his father tenderly on the forehead and speak with him. Nikolai pulled up to the house and rang the gate buzzer.
“Yes?” came a voice on the other end.
“My name is Nikolai, I was sent by Anastasiya Zurkov to fetch a friend to dinner,”
“Just hang on please, I need to confirm this,” said the voice.
“Fucking rich people,” cursed Nikolai. The words were hardly out of his mouth when the voice came over the intercom at the gate and told him to make his way down the road forking to the left of the property.

As he pulled up to the cottage which was separated from the main house his heart stopped beating. In front of him stood the girl that he liked from the modeling agency. She knocked on his window and he realised that he was so taken back by the moment that she was talking to him, but he was not answering. Bashfully he rolled down his window.
“Are you Nikolai?”
“Um…yes,” he managed to get out.
“Can you unlock the back doors so that I can get in? It is a bit cold outside.” Even as she said it she was playing with her hair.
Most of the drive to Anastasiya’s house was done in silence. As they got closer, he finally got the courage to ask her what her name was.
“My name is Varsha,” said the girl with a smile.
Chuckling Nikolai told her how he had a friend that lived in Vladivostok that had a pet bear who’s name was Varsha.
“Is the bear cute?” she asked giggling.
“Very beautiful. But not as beautiful as you,” he said.
She blushed as he stopped the car at the Zurkov residence. Before he could get out to open the door for her, she let herself out and walked up the stairs, her cute ass swinging from side to side like a pendulum.

He sat in the car waiting for her to come out so that he could take her home. The hours spent in silence killed him, all he could think about was her eyes, her smile and her beautiful ass.  He also thought back to all that he said to Varsha on the drive to the house.
“Very beautiful. But not as beautiful as you! Nikolai you horses arse!” he said with a smile. He didn’t notice Anastasiya coming towards the car.
“I am going to be going on study leave for a while and wont be going into university,” she told him.
“And your father?” he asked.
“He is going to Japan on business. You wont be needed for a while,” she said.
“That’s ok. I make myself scarce,” was his reply.
“Varsha needs to go to a model shoot in Novosibirsk. I told her that you’d go with to keep her safe.”
“WHAT… ANASTASIYA …NO…WHAT.”
She obviously was not going to take no for an answer and made her way back inside.
“ What will we talk about when we are there?” Nikolai called to her.
Smiling she turned around and said smiling, “Your friends bear…Varsha!”

Now the wait was torment. He managed to close his eyes and get some sleep. He dreamed of Varsha. They were walking in Central Park in New York, she kissed him, then nibbled at his earlobe and was about to whisper something in his ear. All of a sudden a knock came on the window and both Varsha and Anastasiya were looking at him fondly through it. He got out the car and made his way to the back door to open it.
“Napping on the job?” asked Anastasiya with a broad smile on her face.
“Sorry,” replied Nikolai with a shy smile.
“I think he looks cute when he sleeps. Especially when the tip of his tongue sticks slightly out of his mouth,” said Varsha.
Both ladies got in the car and Nikolai could have died from embarrassment. On the drive home, Nikolai did not say a word as the ladies cackled away in the back seat. Varsha thanked him, kissed Anastasiya on the cheek and got out.

On the way home as they passed the Luzhniki Stadium he told Anastasia what he knew about his youth and of General Secretary Gorbachev.
“My father remembers yours fondly,” Anastasia told him.
“I wish I knew a bit  more about him. So…what did you and Varsha talk about over dinner?”
“She told me how you have a friend in Vladivostok who has a pet bear by the same name who she is apparently prettier than,” she said with a smile.
“Of course she is,” he replied definitely,”I shouldn't have said it!”
“She couldn't stop going on about the compliment, one would swear that you are the only man in the world that compliments her.”
He rolled his eyes, “And what did your father have to say about this…this… compliment?”
“Do you really think he would want to sit in on a girls diner?”
“What did your mom say then?”
“Nikolai, you know she likes you. She was pleased that you gave her the compliment.”
“The job in Novosibirsk is going to take forever.”
Kissing him on the cheek as he dropped her off at the house, Anastasiya grinned at him naughtily and mentioned that he better hope that it is a long job.

He picked up Varsha from her house a few days later and made his way to the Moscow airport. It always amazed him how many bags women carry on holiday or work. Varsha was no different as she sported no less then four of the biggest bags he has ever seen. The flight to Novosibirsk would take about three hours, and the thought of Varsha sitting next to him on the plane and not saying anything for that amount of time made him uncomfortable.
“Anastasiya never told me that she knows you,” he finally said.
“She didn’t want to ruin the surprise.”
“She could have warned me.”
“Gee…thanks. Now men need warnings when I'm coming around.”
Turning towards her, he looked at her and said “I didn’t mean it like that.”
“I know,” she said giving him a knowing smile,” Men are so scared of talking to me. Because I am Kniaz, all of a sudden I am untouchable”
“That doesn’t mean that men shouldn’t talk to you.”
This time it was her turn to turn towards him, and look him in the eye. Facing each other square on, with nothing to distract their attention the beauty of her ice blue gaze made his heart stop.
“Have you ever met a man who talks to a woman without wanting sex?”
He couldn’t answer her. He knew deep down that the only reason a normal man would talk to her would be to try and get her clothes off. He wanted to tell her that he was not such a man, but she put on her earphones and listened to music.

It was getting late and Varsha got tired. She lent over and laid her head on Nikolai’s arm. He felt uneasy as nobody, not even Anastasiya had done this, and he had escorted her on her tour of America for four weeks flying countless times. Varsha could sense this and looked at him.
“Do I make you feel uncomfortable?”
“No..its just that…”
“Not many women talk to you either do they?”
“No.”
She turned, resumed her position cuddling up on his arm, and slept.

Novosibirsk was cold. The average temperature in Febuary was minus nineteen degrees. He pulled his trench coat closer to him and his shapka closer to his head as he made his way to the taxi behind Varsha. At the hotel, she went to bed early as her first shoot was scheduled for six a.m. He sat up in his room watching a documentary on General Secretary Gorbachev. In the documentary it was mentioned that there was a family that was close to him with important ties to the royal family of Ukraine. Its family name was Ivanov, which was the same as Nikolai’s. He watched closer as the documentary  went deeper into the life of Gorbachev. Apparently, he was distantly related to Valentin Ivanov, which was Nikolai’s uncle. He turned off the TV and went to sleep dreaming of the dreadful day when he was ten and on a hunt with his father and Uncle Valentin. A bear attacked his father and both Nikolai and Valentin’s guns misfired and the bear killed Nikolai’s father. At the funeral, Gorbachev gave a moving speech saying that he would never forget the kindness that he was shown by his fallen comrade.

Nikolai was in the car on the way to the studio and Varsha was once again sleeping on his shoulder. He didn’t mind it now and found it quite pleasant. They pulled up to the studio and he waited downstairs for her to finish. At dinner that night, she offered to show him some photos of the shoot and he was awestruck at her beauty. In the pictures, she was wearing an elegant lime green dress with beautiful high heels and an open back. The dress was attached behind her neck which suggested that she wore no bra. Her hair was curled at the bottom and he could make out in some of the photos that she was wearing long elegant ear rings with a teardrop at the end.
“You look…very…beautiful”
“More beautiful then the bear?”
He blushed then, “I was not comparing you to the bear on the first night we met.”
“I know. I think its cute…you comparing me to a bear.”
“Your mother must have been extremely beautiful herself.”
“My mother died when I was about ten. She caught malaria while doing humanity work in Mozambique”
“My father also died when I was ten.”
“Do you miss him Nikolai?”
“Very much”
“Then we are the same. Children of sorrow and adults of loneliness.”
He walked her up to her room and before she went in she invited him in for a night cap. He nervously obliged and sat at the table near the window. She poured two tumbler glasses of Vodka with cuts of fresh lime. She offered it to Nikolai who took the glass reluctantly.
“Don’t you drink?” she asked.
“When I was ten, my father, my uncle and myself were on a hunting holiday deep in the Ural mountains. One day, after a heavy drinking session, my father picked up his gun and suggested we go hunting a bear that we spotted earlier that day. He shouldn’t have gone out in that condition, and we told him this. We went anyway, and he tried to drive the bear towards my Uncle and myself. The plan didn’t work and the bear turned on my dad. My Uncle and I tried to shoot the bear, but our guns misfired.”
“And you haven't drank since then?”
“My mother, filled with grief sent me to boarding school in Kazakhstan. There the dormitory master used to drink heavy and beat up the children.”
“Why didn’t your mother come and get you?”
“She killed herself soon after my dad’s death.”
“So you really do not know much about your family?”
“Not really no.”
The conversation turned to happier topics and abut eleven p.m Nikolai bid her good night and walked to the door. She followed him, and even opened it for him. Standing close to him, she kissed him on the cheek and ran her hands over his chest and stomach.
“So hard and strong.”
He made as if to kiss her but she put a finger on his lips and said, “All in good time.”
In his room, he thought back to the conversation that they had. He just poured out his heart to a girl that he fancied and he didn’t feel as if she thought any less of him.

The only time they saw each other over the next three days was at dinner, she didn’t invite him in for a night cap as her shoots were getting earlier and earlier. On the second last day of the trip it was an outdoor shoot at a wilderness camp. This is the first time he had ever been on a model shoot before. All of the lights were set up and Varsha walked to her position. She was wearing snow boots, a white coat that barely covered her ass, a shapka hat with the Russian coat of arms in it, and a grey scarf. The wind was blowing ferociously and Nikolai hoped she was warm as it looked like she was wearing the bare nesseseties. She took off her coat and Nikolai saw that she was dressed in black underwear that was extremely revealing. The cold wind made her nipples hard and Nikolai could feel his cock being aroused just by looking at her.

The perfect way for a model to pose for such a shoot is to make love to the camera. As Nikolai watched, he saw that she was not looking at the camera man with lusty looks, but at him. The crew called it a day and were packing up to go back to the hotel. Nikolai took off his trench coat and placed it over Varsha’s shoulders. She smiled at him thankfully and slowed her walk so that they were walking in unison.
“We need to get back quickly, don’t want to be on the road at night.”
“Oh no Nikolai, you and I are staying at the log cabin on the hill,” she said pointing in the direction of a small cabin.
“And the crew?”
“They need to work through the night to edit the photo’s, they need electricity.”

They gathered their things and made their way to the cabin. Once inside, Nikolai could see that it was very simple, a bed in the main room, a fireplace, a kitchen , and a bathroom.
“There is only one bed in here,” he mentioned.
Dropping the trench coat and her overcoat to the floor, she looked at him smiling and said, “Will that be a problem?”
He could feel his cock getting hard and knew in that moment that there was only one thing on her mind. He stepped towards her cupped his hands under her ass and lifted her up into a passionate kiss.
“I have been waiting for this ever since I first saw your car stop at that traffic light,” she said short of breath.
Without giving her an answer he kissed her again and she wrapped her arms around his neck. He lent in close and kissed her shoulder lightly making his way to the nape of her neck which he bit lightly.
“Oooooooo… yes Nikolai. Fucking yes”
He kissed her neck making his way up to her ear, he bit the lobe of it and gently whispered into it.
“Don’t worry Kniaz…Ill be gentle,” he told her tenderly.
He placed her on the bed and they got under the cover of the thick blankets. He undid her bra and cupped her breasts in his hands. Starting with her left breast he kissed the nipple lightly. Looking up he saw that she wanted more, so he put the whole nipple in his mouth and sucked it. This made it hard and gave him a bigger area to lick, after doing so he blew on it which made it rock hard. He then nibbled it lightly which sent electric pulses through her tits.

“OOOOOOOO! Fuck me, how did you do that?” she cried out.
He didn’t answer and moved across her so that his whole body was on top of hers. He took her other breast into his hand and repeated the procedure. While he was doing so, Varsha took off his top and started to undo his jeans. Taking his cock out she stroked it longingly holding onto it tightly. He kissed her and she told him that she wanted to put his cock in her mouth.  She gave him the perfect Russian blowjob. Rolling her tongue around his cock on the up and down stroke. He was close to cumming and she realised it. She lay back on the bed beckoning him over with her index finger. He knelt in and she kissed him tenderly. Taking his cock in her hand she guided it towards her wet pussy which was exposed now after she took her underwear bottoms off. He entered her slowly, and he saw with delight the look of satisfaction on Varsha’s face as she closed her eyes, gasped for air and threw her head back. This left he neck exposed. He kissed it as he thrusted her lightly. He lay in close so that he could feel her tits brushing against his chest which turned him on. As he turned his attention away from her neck they made eye contact and she instructed him to ride her harder. He started to do so, and she forced his hands to hold her tits, she crossed her legs behind him and used her strong thighs to push his ass which controlled the thrusting of his cock. She looked at him with her ice blue gaze and screamed as she thundered to her first orgasm.

Nicolai was used to delaying his ejaculation as he had many one night only encounters with woman, all of whom were of ill repute. Varsha wrestled with him so that she was on top and she started to ride him. At first it was with an up-and-down movement, but eventually as she thrusted harder she used a back-and-forth movement with and occasional jerking of the hips from side to side. This drove him insane and he slapped her ass begging her to go harder. She used the up-and-down movement again, coming in close enough for him to suck her nipples, he was on the edge of cumming and she thrusted harder digging her nails into his hard chest.

After the love making, Nikolai light a fire in the hearth and the pair spoke the night away. She had fallen asleep snuggled on his shoulder with her arm over his chest. Surprisingly, sleep couldn’t not come to him. He heard a noise from outside and dismissed it as a tree branch banging against the window. He heard it again, this time there was a scratching at the door and a growl, the sound woke Varsha up, getting out of the bed Nicolai reached for his M1891 rifle which was against the wall next to the bed. He moved quietly towards the window and looked out. As he did so he saw a paw of the bear slashing towards his face. He moved away in time to avoid being hurt, firing a shot all commotion ceased. He looked out the door and saw that he had shot the bear in the head.  Taking his skinning knife he skinned the bear and moved the carcass away from the cabin for the wolves to eat. He brought the pelt of the bear intside and was greeted buy a bear hug from Varsha who was obviously fearing for his life as she had tears in her eyes.

The shoot was extended buy a couple of days as the crew wanted to take advantage of a break in the snow storm in the wilderness. A couple of other beautiful models were brought on set, but this didn’t interest Nikolai in the least as he only had eyes for one girl. They would spend many long evenings in the cabin laying of the floor before the fireplace covered by the bearskin which Nikolai transformed into a blanket buy sewing a piece of leather to it.

One particular night stuck with him. They were kissing passionately at the fire and she turned to her side presenting her ass to him. He fucked her tenderly in the spooning position kissing her neck as he thrusted harder. As she moaned her way to an orgasm, Nikolai pinched her hard nipples which made Varsha wail with delight. He hadn’t pulled out of her and was kissing her neck tenderly when she turned her head and asked him.
“Have you ever fucked a heart shaped ass?
“No”
Just then she clinched her ass which still had his cock inside. The sensation was as if his cock was in a vice grip. She gave him a knowing look and he started thrusting again. He thrusted her slowly and the pressure on his cock was sublime producing friction he had never felt before.

They returned to Russia and to their normal lives. But they knew that it would never be the same. With the help of Varsha and her father, Nikolai discovered that he was Ukrainian royalty. This meant that he could ask for Varsha’s hand in marriage. They got married in the Kazan Cathedral. Varsha started her own modeling academy while Nikolai was promoted within the Zurkov family business being Anastasiya’s body guard as she was made minister of health.

Vasilli got a new driver. His main task was to  drive his daughter Angelicia back and forth between the Zurkov house, the Moscow State University and the state media broadcaster. Every day, he would drive past the Angel Eyes Modeling Academy and admire a particular girl who was tall, leggy, had a perfect ass, medium tits and auburn hair that reached the middle of her back. Her eyes were the color of Lapis lazuli. She would always smile at him as the traffic light caught his car, and then one day, Angelicia asked him to pick a friend up for dinner.


Regards
Wayne A Knight

The Isle of Juarez

Flying can sometimes be a hazardous form of travel, but in this day and age it is an absolute necessity. I once was on a Kenya Airways flight from Nairobi on route to Dubai. We were about two hours into a five hour flight when the aircraft just dropped for about three seconds, the plane regained control, climbed back up to cruising altitude when the captain announced over the intercom, “Sorry about that Ladies and Gentleman we flew into a heavy thunderstorm that our radar system failed to detect. Everything is fine now.” But we all knew better. You see a plane full of passengers starts to worry when they see a lovely dark Kenyan Airways flight attendant turn ghostly pale.

But does that mean we should bunker ourselves up in our homes and never set foot out of the country of our birth? No, for a man that fails to travel the world ends up marrying his sister….

The sun shone on the face of Beaux Grear and he awoke instantly, the last memory he had in his mind was a plane going down in mid air somewhere over the Pacific Ocean near the island of Tonga. He was on an American Airways Flight bound for Christchurch from LA when the plane lost cabin pressure and went down. He first checked his body for any broken bones, not finding any he got up and looked at the beach he was washed up on and wondered where he was. The next thought that came to him was whither there were any other survivors besides him, he walked along the beach towards the life raft that was washed up on the shore a bit of a way of from where he was washed up. “Hello… is there anybody here?” as the words came out of Grear’s mouth he heard the stifled moan of a human come from within the raft. He moved around the shell of the shaft and found a woman spread out on the floor, as Grear moved closer he could see she was alive.

 As she turned to look at Grear he asked “You ok Maam?”
“I am fine, where are we?”
“Don’t really know, the name’s Beaux Grear, I’m a salvage diver from LA,” he extended his hand in the customary greeting.
“Monique Alexander, I’m a purser from Reconquista” Monique shook his hand and preceded to look around at where they were.
“Think we’re somewhere off the coast of Tonga, but I have never come across this island before.”
“Is that natural?” Grear asked
“I’ve done this flight many times; this was my fourth Christchurch flight this month and we have never ever come across this island.”
“Well it won’t hurt to look around,” Grear remarked as he got up and offered his hand to Monique.

A little distance in from the shore was a lush green forest with a volcanic mountain, nestled into the mountain was a palace that was in plain sight of the beach quite a way off, Grear and Alexander assumed that this would be the best place to look for any sign of life. Halfway during the walk through the forest Monique got startled buy a sound in the bush, fearing it was a wild animal she moved in closer to Beaux and held onto his arm, he could also sense that they were not alone but also that there was no immediate danger.

As they moved closer to the palace they could hear the hustle and bustle of people at the temple and could smell the sweet fragrance of incense burning. They walked into the clearing surrounding the palace and saw a group of half naked woman sitting on the grass in front of the palace enjoying a lunch of fruit and honey.

One of them looked up placed her apple down and walked towards Grear and Alexander. “Welcome to the isle of Juarez, my name is Daphne. You must be survivors of the plane crash, come my mistress would want to see you.”

So they followed Daphne up the hill towards the palace gardens, finally up a flight of stairs into an antechamber where the sheets that covered the doorways were pulled apart to let the light in. The size of the antechamber was not immense but was big enough to be a dinning room and a lounge together, the walls were covered with creeper vines which had made their way in from the walls outside; the floor was made up of alabaster blocks placed in such a way that they formed a natural path to the centre of the room. In the centre was a raised square dias with eight stairs leading up to it from all four directions. The corners of the alter were framed buy pillars four metres high with an arched roof, forming a barrier within the various pillars were sheets of jade see through material. Within the alter itself were three lounging couches and a Persian rug on the floor. On the floor sat some musicians dressed the same as the other woman, one was playing a harp, one a lire while the other two moved rhythmically in time with the music in seductive circular motions.

“Bring them closer,” Came the order from inside the antechamber. As Beaux and Monique entered the antechamber they saw the most exquisite lady imaginable laid out on the couch at the back. She was dressed in a one piece toga of Red silk which was bound over her right shoulder. Her hair was auburn and was draped over the left shoulder. Beaux could see that she was a tall woman and was obviously the leader of the island. As the leader was about to address them Monique saw the two dancers approach each other, the one began fondling the others breasts while the other made light seductive kisses on her partners lips.
“So you survived the crash, you are very lucky,” The leader said, “My name is Delphi and this is my island, you are welcome here as long you like.” Delphi didn’t even notice the presence of Monique in the room, all her attention was on the six foot male in front of her.

He couldn’t have weighed more than two hundred pounds and had a six pack like a God, his skin was tanned and his facial hair suggested that he was not a business man, he had a roughness about him that Delphi liked, as she stared into his green eyes she realised the was talking to her.
“May we freshen up and have some sleep? We are tired from the crash?”
“Yes of course; Daphne will show you to some rooms.”

The walk to the rooms was down a long passage that ran away from the antechamber in a westerly direction, every so often there were rooms where half naked woman dressed in a simple white sheets around their waists were either meditating or playing instruments and dancing around in the same way that the dancers in the antechamber danced, they walked past a bigger room which had a rock pool in the middle, it was obviously a spa as various woman where getting massages as they lay out fully naked on the rock made tables surrounding the pool. “Your rooms are this way” Daphne called to Monique. She hadn’t realised that she was staring at the sights within the room and couldn’t take her eyes off it. As she caught up with the others they made the final stretch of the journey. “Your double room is here you…”
“We would like single rooms please,” said Beaux as he interrupted Daphne.
“Yes of course, they are right over here” Daphne gestured to a right stairwell, as they finished climbing the stairs Daphne announced, “Lady Delphi has ordered a feast in your houner, the festivities begin at sundown.” Beaux and Monique moved to their rooms which were big enough to fit eight double beds in. the rooms were connected buy a passage, but that never mattered to Beaux or Monique as they were comatose as soon as their heads hit the pillows of their beds.

Monique awoke to the sound of a huge gong being sounded in the centre of the palace, as she walked out to her balcony she saw Beaux standing looking at the string of woman making their way towards the centre of the palace where the couple was earlier in the day.
“Did you sleep well Miss Alexander?” Beaux asked as he still looked at the procession.
“Well enough thanks, I had a dream about you, I remember how you saved me from the raft, I thought I would die.”
“It was one of my better moments,” Beaux admitted as he turned to move inside and get ready for the ‘festivities’
“Did I thank you for saving me?” Monique asked as she took  Beaux’s hand and moved inside.
“No I don’t think you did,” Beaux was stopped dead in his tracks due to the nature of the question.
“I will.”

The couple was met at the bottom of the stairwell by a group of ladies, two ladies took the couple’s hand and led them down the path that was strewn with rose petals, all along the wall kerosene torches were lit to illuminate the path leading to the antechamber. As they got to the chamber all Beaux and Monique could see was a large circle of woman in a one piece dress with a wreath of laurels in their hair. In the middle of the circle Delphi was about to make a speech.

“Ladies, we are the daughters of the earth and we pride ourselves on the life that we live on this island, we have survived for years with limited men, who are here purely as our slaves,” Delphi looked to a stairwell that was at the opposite her outside the circle. “Bring the slaves in.” At that moment thirty men naked but for a loincloth over their waists entered the circle and came to stop opposite every second female. “Although they are our slaves our lust for love is strong, and the purpose of these celebrations is to celebrate our femininity, so let go and let’s enjoy life. Ladies reveal yourselves” On cue the ladies took off their dresses and made their way to the men in front of them, the woman out numbered the men two to one, as the one lady took off the loincloth and gave the male a hand job the other lady kissed the male and let him caress her breasts. Soon there were scenes of sexual debauchery strewn all across the room, within minutes of the males entering; excited moans and breathless panting could be heard all around. “Come with me.” It was Daphne who spoke and led Monique and Beaux towards the dias.

As they approached it they passed two women in a sexual embrace as the ‘slave’ that they were cavorting with was having his cock sucked by a lady from a different group who never had a ‘slave’. As Beaux and Monique entered the antechamber Delphi was standing with her back to them admiring the view of mass couples having sex all around the room below her. “Every month it’s the same” Delphi said, she turned around and walked straight up to Beaux pushed him down on the couch and ordered a Daphne to play an instrument, as the music came out Delphi started to move seductively over Beaux, she twisted and turned her body in time with the music, she moved her hands over her large breasts and then down her pants towards her pussy, as her fingers entered she let out a sigh of delight. She then knelt with her legs either side of Beaux and kissed him with more passion then Beaux thought possible. Before he knew it she had his cock out and was giving him a hand job while she bit the lower lobe of his ear. She then took her top off and oderd Beaux to fuck her tits. He threw her on the floor, placed his cock in between her tits and started riding them gently.

Monique couldn’t believe the ease at which Beaux was so assertive, he would do anything to please Delphi at that moment and it made Monique wet just thinking of it. She then felt a delicate pair of hands move to the straps of her top, as she slid them off her shoulder the unmistakable voice of Daphne whispered in her ear “They are beautiful, but not as beautiful as you, I’m going to please you all night long.” Monique turned around and kissed Daphne without thinking twice. They moved to a couch and started to kiss, their hands were everywhere and for a while they were lost in a sequence of pleasurable nudges and grabs.

Beaux was now looking at the spread eagled figure of Delphi, as she lay on the floor she beckoned him closer with her index finger and ordered him to put his cock in her. “I’ve been a bad girl, treat me like one.” The first thrust that Beaux put in was a violent one, and he could see buy the expression on Delphi’s face that she wanted the knobbing to continue, so he carried on riding her like a rag doll. Every so often he would ask her, “You like that bitch?”
“Oh yes fuck me harder” would be her reply.

As Beaux put her legs over his shoulders to get deeper penetration he looked over at Monique who was having her pussy licked buy Daphne. She was in obvious bliss but could sense that she was being watched. As she looked at Beaux she was getting hot at the sight of his balky frame riding Delphi like no other woman has ever been ridden before, this made her hotter, so hot that she couldn’t control the scream she let out. Secretly the scream excited Beaux and he fucked Delphi even faster with the thought of how hot Monique looked in his head.
“OH YES FUCK ME, FUCK ME,” Delphi screamed as she pulled herself to Beaux’s face and kissed him. After the kiss Beaux looked at Monique and could see her looking at him.
“I want you” he mouthed to her all the while thrusting harder and harder on Delphi.
“Make her cum, and then you can have me with pleasure” Monique mouthed back. She then snapped back to reality and whelped like and injured fox as she came under the urgent licks of Daphne. This made Beaux fuck Delphi the hardest he could and she too subsequently screamed the dias down under her orgasm.

Beaux woke up twenty minutes later with a hand over his mouth, he looked up and saw Monique with her finger over her lips, and she moved to his ear and whispered “Let’s go back to my single room.”
As they crossed the threshold Monique took Beaux’s cock out and gave him the best blowjob of his life. After he came in her mouth she looked up at him. “Do they always give such great blowjobs in Reconquista?” Beaux asked.
“They fuck even better” was the reply. Beaux picked her up with ease and carried her to the bed where he slammed her down and pounced on her like a jaguar. He kissed Monique for a good five minutes and then ordered her to turn around. She did and Beaux took his cock and put it snugly in her ass. Monique never had anal before and was surprised at how full she felt.
“I’ll be gentle baby,” Beaux whispered as he began thrusting. After a while Monique could feel the burning in her loins, she arched her back, threw her head back and ordered Beaux to ride her like a filly. His thrusts became rough and the posts of the bed slammed on the wall under the thrusting, Monique then put him on his back and began riding him in the reverse cowgirl position, as the tempo increased Beaux slapped her perky ass and she responded instantly. After she whelped out her last scream she lay satisfied next to Beaux. With her back to him she was about to sleep Beaux entered her in the spooning position and rocked back and forth gently until Monique came to an agonisingly slow orgasm.
“Did I thank you for saving me?” she asked
“Nope, you never” he answered
“I will,” was the reply.

Monique and Beaux left the palace at first light and moved to the opposite end of the island from where they came the day before. They found an abandoned cabin and made it their own. One day as Beaux was coming home from hunting Monique was fucking herself with a dildo. Beaux moved in and did the work her hands were doing. When he was done, he fucked her in the missionary position, then doggy style, then spooning and then finally she rode him to a slow orgasm. With her pussy still on his cock she leant over to her ear and said, “thank you for saving me” they never did leave the island.

Regards
Wayne A Knight