Tempest at Crystal Beach

[ariosto]

A closed thread for Delicious Maiden and Ariosto.

OOC:

The island was small and lay like a shining jewel set in the wide arcing crown of the Windward chain.
It was picture post card perfect, a paradise of white sand beaches and emerald topped palms swaying against the cloudless blue sky. Colorful birds and flowers thrived and bloomed on this coral oasis in the midst of azure seas. The warm trade winds blew gently all the year around save in hurricane season and then for a few months the island stood fair on the path of storms.
Nature had hurled itself more than once across the scrap of land and with devastating effect but no tempest had struck in recent memory and the sailors old name for the place, Hurricane Island, had been all but forgotten.

At the northern tip surrounding a shallow bay lay the sprawling resort complex of Crystal Beach.
The owner of this world class hideaway of the rich and famous was Jimmy Capablanco. It was the only legal investment Jimmy owned and he was proud of it. Proud enough to leave it in the care of another treasured asset, his only daughter Maria.
In spite of her youth and beauty Maria managed Crytal Beach with the efficiant brain of an accountant and the ruthless hand of a mafia don.
She was no lady to trifle with....


IC:


Santiago worked the warm lather into Maria's tanned shoulders and tried to keep his mind on what he was doing. Tried to will himself to rampant arousal.
It wasn't as easy as it seemed since he knew that she would most likely slip away at the moment of his greatest fever. She loved to tease. She loved to play head games with men.
He was her current lover but for how long...?
Sometimes he wanted to strangle her.

"I've given Lord Carlyle the Hyacinth Cottage for the week. Are you sure it's in good shape?"
Her voice drifted back, penetrated his thoughts, focused him.

"Oh yeah...It's just fine. I had Rodrigo and Pepe working on it all day."
His hands slipped around her lithe body and folded over her breasts.

She leaned back against his chest and closed her eyes.
He watched his fingers working into her firm flesh, watched the soap bubble up around her nipples as he squeezed them.
"Nice....good boy....ummmmmm....."
She wiggled her ass against his stiff cock and cooed.

The jacuzzi was on the wide veranda, open to the stars and lazy reggai music drifted up from the nightclub downstairs. In the harbor down below them the lights of Carlyle's yacht twinkled on the water like japanese lanterns. Perhaps they were japanese lanterns.

"He'll be coming ashore in the morning with his new whore. Have you seen her Iago? They say she's the most beautiful yet."
His hands were sliding down across her taught belly, leaving trails of suds behind....
He kissed her neck and lied.
"No, but she can't be any foxier than you baby."
Fingers found her swollen clit and began to rub.
Santiago had been born in a filthy shack in the slums of
Havana and had come a long way on his wits and looks.
He was no fool...he knew which side his bread was buttered on.


OOC:

There will be four major players in the cast;

José Santiago...Maria's streetwise lover and 'Boy Friday'

Maria Capablanco...The sexy and ruthless manager of the Crystal Beach Resort

Lord Duncan Carlyle... the aging 'don Juan' of British aristocracy. Come to the island for a fling with his new paramour.

Lord Carlyle's new 'ornament'...A young woman who will do anything to get to the top...(name to be announced)


Delicious Maiden will play the female roles and Ariosto the male.

Enjoy!

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Deanna Myles

Deanna reclined looking up at the soft lanterns that hung all around her.
The lights reflected through the prisms of the chiselled crystal flute she held in her hand.
She moved it to her mouth and tipped the last of the cool, effervescent liquid between her lush lips.

Down below she heard the cork pop. He would be back on deck soon.
She bit back a sigh.
The evening would by idyllic if it weren’t for him.
As soon as she had allowed the mutinous thought to contaminate her brain, she expelled it.
Duncan had been very good to her.
He was a … generous man … and asked very little in return.
She smiled.
Perhaps the average girl wouldn’t want to submit to his demands, but then, she was playing for high stakes.
Very soon after they had first met, at the theatre, he had made his … interest … in her clear… explicitly so … she had known the options and decided that at the age of 24, becoming the latest.. escort … to Lord Duncan Carlyle was a smart career move.

Deanna chuckled to herself as she laid down the glass.
”The Prince and the Showgirl”
Her friends had dubbed them.
The irony of it was, that she was no mere “show girl”.
She was interested in the arts for more academic reasons, but it suited him to consider her an “actress/performer” type and it suited her not to shatter his illusions.

”There we go DeeDee… drink up honey!”

Deanna turned with a provocative smile and held out her glass.
She giggled affectedly as he decanted the bubbling liquid and guided the glass up to her lips.
As she gave an appreciative murmur Duncan bent to press a possessive kiss, his tongue snaking into her mouth to taste the champagne she had just consumed.
His hand sought her breast as he mauled her and she held back any murmur of protest.

It wasn’t his age that sometimes fazed her, although at 53 he was way beyond being just a "father figure". He was still attractive, sexy even, slightly kinky in his demands, but she didn’t mind … indulging him … the main thing that irked her was his persistence in calling her by that damn name!
She had always been called Deanna, or Anna by those she knew well, but his name, the name he used in private and public!

DeeDee! … it made her sound like a fucking call girl!

As she slipped down in the lounger and sipped her champagne slowly, she watched, detached, as Duncan moved his hands down her body, his hands working her breasts, grunting as the feel of her in his hands aroused him. Then finally he wrenched the hem of her dress high, exposing the transparent lace thong she wore.
His head bobbed down as his mouth closed on her mound.

Why should she make a fuss?
What was in a name?

She gasped as he tore the fine material away from her and drawing her legs apart roughly buried his face between her legs.

Call girl?…
Perhaps… the name irked her because it was so appropriate … a constant reminder of her place in this … arrangement…

She moaned loudly as she felt his tongue flick between her folds and move to fuck her.
She humped her hips against his face.

”Ohh God… yeah baby… mmm… like that… “

She cooed.
At times like this, the fact that Duncan was primarily … orally motivated … was a definite … perk…

 

[ariosto]

Lord Duncan sometimes regretted his loss of stamina and then finally his all but total impotence, but he'd discovered long ago, back when his cock was the equal of any mans, that there were other, delightful ways to get a woman off. And he was the kind of attentive lover who had always seen to his partners needs first.
The delicious moans and cries of her orgasm was the catalyst of his own.
He had educated his mouth and fingers to make up for a shortcoming that lay sadly in the future. And now he ate pussy like a gourmond savors exotic cuisines.
In Anna's case he had never penetrated her with anything but his tongue and digits, if you dont count the sadly failed attempts, attempts on her part that is, early in their relationship to revive his moribund manhood in a dozen adventurous ways.
He'd wait patiently until she was finished and then, as he was doing now, would spread her creamy thighs apart and bury his tongue in her tight sweet pussy.

Anna sighed and leaned back, the fine champagne trembling with her body as Duncan's tongue, twisted and turned, probed and licked and ravaged her sex.
She was highly responsive to cunnilingus or she wouldn't have been here. He discovered quickly what a woman's predelictions were.
She tightened her tan legs around his head and let herself go.
It was easy to fool a cock with a fake orgasm but not so a mouth. And she knew he'd keep going down there until she came, and came, and came again.

In his own way he was the finest lover she'd ever had.
Smiling she set the glass down and ran her long fingers through his thinning hair. She pulled his face tight against her sex and began to undulate, to rock her hips aganst his open mouth. Her lips to his lips, her petals opened quickly to the soft invasion of his tongue.

Johnny Mathis sang softly from the stereo, the offshore breeze brought the smell of the island into the luxurious cabin and she thought she heard faintly the hypnotic beat of a reggai band.

Things could be worse...things could be worse...

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Deanna Myles

"No, but she can't be any foxier than you baby."

Maria purred as Iago began to rub her clit.
He was a skilled lover and could arouse her with his mouth, hands and enormous cock … should she choose to let him.
As Maria undulated in the water, allowing her arousal to build, her eyes caught the twinkling of the lanterns and she laughed out loud.

Poor dumb bitch

She thought to herself. Imagine being at the beck and call of a man.
She, Maria would never be bought or controlled by any man.
She was wealthy and independent and it was she who called the shots round here!
Time and again she had watched them … the whores..!
Bought and paid for full of airs and graces and even daring to look down their noses at Maria.
Maria, usually spirited and ever one to rise to provocation would merely look pitying at them.
She had seen it before and she would see it again.
“She who laughed last … “ as the saying went ..
and it was Maria who laughed;
laughed as she noted that the next time yet another was trotted out to be made queen for the day, for the duration, until such a day as they were cast aside.
She was a woman, but despised the weakness of her sex.
But what should she care?
After all, this type of liaison was her “bread and butter”!
Lord Duncan was indeed charismatic and had had his share of classy whores, but although he held onto his trinkets for longer than the average elderly playboy, he too moved on time and again.

”Wonder how long this one will last…”

She mused aloud, forgetting momentarily that she was supposed to be approaching orgasm.
Suddenly impatient, Maria pushed Iago away.

”Run along now, there’s a good boy,”

She commented off-handedly, with a possessive squeeze of his cock.

”Ohhh.. and no jerking off babe… I want you to save that for me for later…”

She ordered him smoothly.

”Go and get the apartment ready, I’ll be along in just over an hour or so…”

Having issued her orders, in her usual way of treating lovers more like lackeys or bellboys.
Maria pulled away from Iago and positioned herself above the jets.
She knew he would follow her instructions and as she had intended, he moved off without a word or a farewell.
She chuckled.
Iago was trash, but he was proud, which was what made him all the more … interesting … to own.
His job, his reputation, everything depended on him keeping her satisfied.
Maria threw a look over at the yacht.

”Beat that sweetheart. You don’t have a hope … “

She commented cattily, looking forward to yet another … game … next morning when the party disembarked.
There was no substitute for good old financial security!

 

[ariosto]

She didn't see the look he cast at her when he left. Had she there would have been a violent confrontation...another violent confrontation.
As he walked sullenly towards the apartment, Iago cursed himself for his dependence on her. He always wanted to consider it a financial dependence but in his heart he knew with a sinking feeling that the bond was deeper than that. That he in fact needed the sort of dominance and control she exercised over him in almost every way.

He unlocked the door and stepped in. The parlor was dark, only LED's from the various entertainement units glowed red and green like tiny eyes in the darkness.
Music was playing very low. More opera shit! Christ he hated it. Maria probably inherited her taste for it from her greasy wop father.
With an angry jerk of his hand he snapped the lights on and walked into the bedroom.

There was nothing to do to get it ready. The rooms were spotless. Made up every day by the service staff with fresh arrangements of island flowers in every room.
With a sigh he kicked off his loafers and sat down on the bed.
She'd be an hour...probably two.

He looked down into the harbor at Carlisle's yacht.
Wondering what the old man and the girl were doing right now.
He'd watched her on deck as the big boat came in just before dark.
She was drop dead gorgeous and he knew damned good and well what hed be doing down there right now.

The thought excited him and he walked over to Maria's dresser and carefully went through the sheer light stacks of lingerie.
He finally selected a pale apricot cami and pulled it out, holding it against the skin of his cheek.
The smell and feel of it made him hard.
She'd be gone for awhile...what the hell.

Santiago stripped off his clothes and lay again in the wide soft bed...he fondled himself until he was thick and rampant, until each touch of his fingers made him shiver, then wrapped his stiff erection with the slick cool fabric and began to stroke. But his mind wouldn't settle down...a vision of Maria in the tub was competing with his memory of the tanned and topless ingenue on the deck of Carlyle's yacht.

Maria stood quietly in the doorway and watched her 'boy' lying in bed jacking off into her lingereé. The door was behind him and he was far to engrossed in his fantasy to notice her unexpected reappearence.
She couldn't bring herself to be furious at his transgression, for she actually liked to watch him masturbate in front of her. She'd had him do it often.
But the soiled cami, he'd pay for.
She smiled wickedly,
Yes he'd pay for that allright.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Deanna Myles

Deanna lay in the wide double bed and stared up at the ceiling.
She bit back a sigh and tried to concentrate on the lapping of the waves as the boat rocked gently in the thankfully cool breeze.
Beside her, her lover slept on.
His breathing was deep, slow, regular.
At least he didn't snore Deanna thought gratefully as she watched the man beside her.

Silently she extended a hand and tenderly rubbed a finger along his cheek.
He snorted, mumbled a protest then turned over, his back to her now and fell into an even deeper slumber.

Deanna sighed.

She moved a hand beneath the blankets and ran a finger down her clit and to her entrance. Eyes closed now, she raised her hips and began to finger herself, urging first one finger, then two to circle her hole and finally pushed them inside her.
Deanna gave a sigh of satisfaction as, with only the merest of glances at the sleeping man beside her, she indulged herself with a finger fucking.

God she used to love being entered ... being filled by a cock ... being fucked senseless ... !
"His Lordship" might be able to eat her out 'til she screamed and begged for mercy, but still ...
He wouldn't even agree to using dildos and vibes on her!
He knew he could satisfy her, merely by eating her into submission.
But he would not entertain her wish to be penetrated by anything more substantial than his tongue or his fingers.

Deanna's body shook in silent orgasm.
Heated waves rocked her body as she fucked the fingers she had buried inside herself.
With a soft sigh, she removed the digits and turning on her side, facing away from him, she slipped the fingers into her mouth, sucking on them like a babe.
Deanna then closed her eyes as she fell asleep enjoying the taste and the comfort the action offered.

 

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Lord Duncan

He'd had her tied to the tree. The big coconut palm back on Bimini. He'd had the crew do it and they were all standing around now, looking at him and then looking at the gorgeous girl bound stark naked to the tree. Her wrists and ankles were chained and pulled back around the palm. The natural curve of the trunk thrust her body forward obscenely, her legs spread wide and her pretty pussy in full view of everyone.

At a nod from him, the crewmen began stripping off their jerseys and then their pants and underwear, each reveiling a cock more stupendously large than anything nature would allow.
In the background native drums beat an increasingly fast tempo while thunder crashed and rolled through the leaden sky.
Deeana, tried to shut her eyes to the scene before her.
Lord Duncan her protector had stripped and chained her to this tree and now he knelt 3 yards in front of her, smiling over his shoulder as he used a tape measure on the erections of the score of husky crewmen who manned his yacht.

Her face flushed as each of the handsome sailors stepped away from their captain, stroking their huge threatening cocks while leering ar her perfect coral tipped breasts and her deliciuously exposed pussy.


"Eleven inches my dear and six in diameter...is this big enough for you?"
Without waiting for an answer Duncan went to the next man, a swarthy dark Latino named Figuera.
"Ohhh...Look at this! Twelve and a half by 7! A thick brute!"

Deeana watched the next man, a Polynesian boy of massive size and honey dark skin step forward.
"This is it Darling!"
Duncan called out,
"Thirteen inches of hard meat and thick as a beer can. Now you can really get rammed, buggered, screwed, porked and pierced!"

Duncans tongue was crawling out of his mouth like a fat serpent.
The Polynesian was pushing his log thick cock into her...
She....


He rolled over and reached around her, hands cupping Deeana's breasts, his flaccid cock snug against her ass. He smiled at the dissolving memory of the dream and drifted quickly back to sleep.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Deanna Myles

Deanna was unaware of Duncan’s hands surrounding her and capturing her breasts.
Already spent and deeply asleep, she merely murmured softly as he nestled beside her.
The two slept in snug unity, both cocooned in an entirely separate fantasy.

It was early when she awoke.
Glancing at the clock Deanna could see that it was merely 07:45.
She sighed and stretched; aware now of what had awoken her.
Laid on her side, she was conscious of a hand now creeping between her legs.
Glancing down, she saw Duncan, his mouth clamped to her breast, sucking hungrily.
Her nips were taut, making Deanna realise that the final dream had not been purely imagination.

Seeing her eyes flutter open, Duncan grinned salaciously and pulled harder on her nip, making her gasp.
He in turn smirked at her response and moved to shove a finger inside her.

Releasing her breast, he murmured.

”Morning DeeDee … breakfast time … you taste so good babe… now lay still while I eat my fill, there’s a good girl … “

Deanna moaned softly and squirmed as Duncan clamped his mouth over her other breast and suckled hard… his finger fucking her slowly but firmly.

”That’s right baby… feed me … remember … I own every bit of you … every bit of your delicious body … “

Duncan murmured around her taut tit.
Deanna squirmed and moaned softly.

It had been a long time since Duncan had awoken in this type of mood.
Usually he treated her as a lover, a mate, but on occasions, it seemed he delighted in treating her like a toy, an object.
But it was not her place to question what he wanted .. as he had said… her “job” was merely to supply what he demanded.
Looking up at him, she saw the glint in his eye as he challenged her.
She knew what she had to do.

As his mouth closed over her breast once more, Deanna arched and struggled pulling her breast free.
He eyed her, clearly pleased and excited by her feigned resistance.

”Now.. DeeDee.. .that’s no way to behave… “

His mock-stern voice scolded.
So saying he attacked her other breast and again she struggled willingly beneath him.
He looked up at her stroking her cheek and then with a severe look, he spoke, his voice dangerously soft and measured.

”It seems I have to teach you your place, my sweet whore … “

So saying he took his hands and ripping her nightshirt in two, used the flimsy fabric to tie her wrists to the posts above her head.
Deanna gasped, shocked and excited by this new turn of events.
She watched as Duncan looked down at her.
She knew that when he was like this he could often be rough.
She knew at such times he liked to tell her over and over how much he owned her.
She moaned at the thought.
Her cheek flushed hotly, in excited anticipation of his possessive play.

Duncan smiled, her response not lost on him, then he reached to ram his fingers into her, realising his domination was making her wetter.

”You slut .. “

He whispered almost admiringly.
He wondered fleetingly if she would be as eager if she knew the dream he had been unable to shake from his mind.
The dream, which had prompted his early morning urge to make her helpless and take her.

 

[ariosto]

His fingers were jammed deep inside her. She squeezed hard on them and a tingling rush of pleasure spread through her body like a sudden fever. Maybe this would be fun....

"How many cocks have been in here my little whore?"
He rammed his fingers even deeper, the tips were rubbing the most delicious places...

"What...."
She gasped.

"How many cocks have you had in this sweet cunt Deeana. Not a hard question is it?"

He was twisting inside her, pain as much as pleasure now.
She couldn't read his expression...his tone of voice was odd.
Something was different, something was wrong...

"Duncan, stop. I..."
He slapped her with his free hand. Not too hard but hard enough to make her wince and set alarm bells wringing in her head.

"Answer me you high priced slut. I own you remember and you'll tell me everything I want to know."
He pulled his hand from her, his fingers wet with her excitement.

"Duncan, I don't know...I never counted. Let me go...please?"

He ignored her and turned to the dresser beside the bed.
"Hundreds?...Maybe a thousand?...A thousand cocks in that little hole. Imagine that!"

Was he crazy!?
She tested her restraints, they didn't give an inch. She thought about screaming...

He turned to her holding something up for her to see.
Oh God.....

It was a huge phallus, carved in great detail and polished smooth. A work of art in black ebony. She could see it was anatomicaly correct from the tiny hole in the glans to the massive balls that served as it's handle. Anatomicaly correct that is for an eight or nine foot giant.
The wooden cock he held before her was over a foot long and as thick as a beer can. She could never....

"I bet you never took one this size did you?
A souvenir of Haiti I found just for you."

His fingers slid into her once again...

"Nice and wet girl. I don't think we'll need any further lubrication do you?"
Then his lips descended on hers in a crushing embrace and she felt the cold head of the monster dildo, pushing itself, slowly between the stretching swollen lips of her cunt...

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Deanna Myles

Deanna lay tied, looking up at Duncan as his fingers began to move more roughly inside her.
His eyes watched hers, gauging her reaction as he fingered her.

"How many cocks have been in here my little whore?"

His question took her by surprise. She couldn’t have heard right.

"What...."

Her voice was breathless as he watched her blush, knowing full well she had heard his question.

"How many cocks have you had in this sweet cunt Deeana?
Not a hard question is it?"

She gasped, partly in pain.
His fingers worked, maliciously it seemed inside her now.
His voice was strange, his manner … different.
Her eyes widened in fear.
She had never been afraid of Duncan and his games… until now …

"Duncan, stop. I..."

She tried desperately to reason with him, but her response was cut out by a stinging slap.
No bruise, no blood, but sharp enough to make tears start in her eyes and send her head spinning.
She looked up in shock as he continued in the same tones.

"Answer me you high priced slut.
I own you remember and you'll tell me everything I want to know."

She looked up at him helplessly. This was no longer a game.
She gasped as he pulled his hand roughly out of her.
His fingers glistened, but it was fear she felt now rather than excitement.

"Duncan, I don't know...I never counted. Let me go...please?"

She begged as she tried to placate him.

"Hundreds?...Maybe a thousand?...A thousand cocks in that little hole.
Imagine that!"

God she had to get away from him.
She pulled at her wrists, but they were tied securely.
Usually if they played in that way, the restraints were loose, symbolic fetters from which she could slip at any minute.
Would the staff even come to her aid if she screamed?
They were in Duncan’s pay, so she very much doubted anyone would come to help her, no matter how much noise she made.

She turned her attention back to Duncan as he saw him approaching her with an object in his hand.

"I bet you never took one this size did you?
A souvenir of Haiti I found just for you."

Her eyes opened wide as he held the enormous carved cock before her face, then cried out as his fingers slid into her still slick cunt.

"Nice and wet girl. I don't think we'll need any further lubrication do you?"

Before she could protest, she found his lips on hers, crushing, sucking, possessing her.
Just as she thought the kiss had diverted him she felt the cold head of the dildo pushing between her folds. She tensed, but he continued to work it into her until it has slipped just inside her now tight entrance.

He bit her lip as he released her mouth.
She looked up and saw his grin. She could see he was enjoying this!
Her eyes flew to her pussy, seeing the object obscenely protruding from her hole.
The object had barely entered her, but Duncan had the instrument by the handle and seeing her appalled gaze, started twisting it, smirking and increasing the force as she winced.

”Please… Duncan…. Don’t !… I don’t want it… I … “

She begged brokenly, tears now slipping from her eyes and running unheeded down her cheeks.

”I thought this was what you wanted Deanna?”

Duncan snarled.

”I thought you were a cock hungry slut?”

She shook her head wordlessly.

”You’re scaring me Duncan… please…. “

She pleaded and then squealed as he pulled her legs wide and shoved the dildo another inch into her tight channel.

She pulled wildly at her bonds, as he twisted the wooden cockhead, watching her moan.
He seemed to be enjoying her fear, her pain even.

“God, “ Deanna realised. “He was going to rape her with that thing!”

The whispered plea turned to a desperate scream.

” Nooooo…!!! Please…. Duncan…. “

The earnestness of her cry made him pause.
He looked at her, as it were the first time that he realised that she wasn’t “playing along”.
An expression of disgust crossed his face.

”Ungrateful whore!”

He shouted and hit her hard across the face.
Even as her head reeled from the blow, he wrenched the dildo from her tortured cunt and turned to throw it back into the drawer, leaving her sobbing softly.

Without a glance he stalked from the room to dress.
He would send one of his staff to untie her when he was ready.
After all, today was the day they were to go ashore.

 

[ariosto]

It wasn't dark Maria that filled Santiago's imagination, but the image of the exquisite blonde girl on Carlyle's yacht.
He imagined her sitting in the dark bar downstairs, wearing a brief yellow sundress pulled up around her waist. The place was full and rocking with people and sound and he was squatting under her table, one hand on his erection, the other rubbing her clit while his mouth ravaged the shaven pussy and drank in the salt sweet taste of her....

With a delicious heat enveloping him, Santiago ejaculated into his employers negligee...the soft silk clutched so tightly around his erupting cock was the gringa's sweet cunt clutching him while he came...

"Bastard..."
Came the well known voice,
"That cost me one hundred and thirty dollars. How can you pay for it on the salary I give you for doing NOTHING!"

He turned on his side, the soaked cammi sliding off his loins and his cock obscenly continuing to drip.
He smiled at her....
"Ave Maria..."
He said
"You got here a few seconds too late."


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"Well don't you look pretty as a picture!"
Deanna blinked at the harsh sunlight spilling across the deck.

"I do love that dress on you, shows off your pretty legs to perfection."

Duncan stood by the companion ladder, looking like an add for Old Spice. Tanned and virile..***** begins at sixty!
Not a hint in his face indicated he'd been about to split her in half an hour ago.

She'd had no choice in what she wore. The boy who'd come to release her after taking his time oggling her helplessly bound body, had tossed the dress across her belly.
"The Boss says wear this...ma'am."
There was more than a note of sarcasm in his voice.

Duncan looked at his gold rolex...
"If we hurry we can be at the resort in time for cocktails my dear."
He held out his hand and helped her over the side into the waiting launch.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

"Well don't you look pretty as a picture!"

Deanna made no comment.
She looked over at Duncan masking her fear, her disgust.
He had sent the boy to untie her.
She had been told to wear the dress.
She burned with humilation at being used in such a way.

"I do love that dress on you, shows off your pretty legs to perfection."

She moved numbly towards him.
Pretty was the last thing she felt ... dirty ... used ... cheap maybe... but not pretty!
And not a word from Duncan.
No acknowledgement, no apology, no accusation even.
It was as if that morning had never happened!

"If we hurry we can be at the resort in time for cocktails my dear."

She looked at his proffered hand and had no choice but to lay her own in his as he helped her into the launch.
She sat, smoothing the short skirt.
She had liked this dress, but today ... her mind was a whirl of confusion.

She watched the white surf of the waves as the boat rocked soothingly.
She smiled in polite acknowledgement of Duncan's good humoured conversation.
He for one was in excellent spirits.
She watched as the resort came into view.
How much privacy would they have here?
Would Duncan have his staff around?
Would he ever discuss with her, just what had happened that morning...?
God help her if he every tried anything like that again!


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Maria stood and watched the launch approach the shore.
She had given Santiago specific instructions to see to his Lordship's requirements and escort him wherever he wanted to go. She knew of her guest's penchant for cocktails and Santiago's talents in that area were unrivalled. She continued to watch as her boy stood back deferentially and then moved forward to greet the aged playboy.

She turned her attention then.... her eyes narrowing as she watched the girl disembark...
A "girl" was all she was ... pale... pasty ... fair to the point of being insipid Maria concluded.
That one would not be coming back next year, she would barely last the season,
Maria speculated bitchily.
She watched as Santiago was introduced to her and saw with satisfaction that the girl stood passively at Duncan's side, with the merest nod of acknowledgement in Santiago's direction.
Maria saw her gaze round as the two men exchanged banter.
She seemed uncomfortable, overawed...?
It was obvious that she was way out of her depth!
In more ways than one ...

"Yes ... look round ... admire ... it's the only time you'll see it ... your days of "playing the princess" are numbered ... any fool can see that ... "

Maria had no patience with such women.
She turned on her heel in disgust.

Dumb blonde, dumb bitch ...

How the hell do women get so stupid?
She deserved all she got, Maria concluded!

 

[ariosto]

Santiago helped the young woman off the gangway, trying to look as disinterested as possible, which was hard to do. The girl was absolutely prime right down to her pretty pedicured toes...
Sunlight and honey, he thought. Sunlight and honey...

"Welcome to Crystal Beach Miss."
He offered his hand and looked at the tall man coming down beside her.
"Good having you back Lord Carlyle."

Did the girl's hand hesitate a bit to long in his?...My GOD look at those legs!

He glanced up the hill and saw Maria's brooding down at them.
Bright smile...wave!...all's well down here dearest one!
He watched her turn on her heel and head back inside.

Bitch

"If you'll follow me, I think Miss Capablanca would like you to have a drink with her before you go down to the casino Lord Carlyle. I've reserved a table and have the same croupier you liked so much last year available."

another smile for the girl
"First time on the island Miss?"

"Call me Deanna please."
lovely voice...nice smile...


All the way up to the wide terrace Santiago fantasized about Lord Duncan's blonde. What a contrast she'd be to Maria. He could see them both down on their knees before him.
Night and day...day and night.
Which cunt would he screw first...hell he knew which one. He'd tie Maria up...gag her and then fuck the blonde in front of her black guinea eyes....fuck her over and over again.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Deanna

Deanna smiled as the swarthy young man welcomed her to the Island.
The hand that surrounded hers as he greeted her formally was large and strong.
A great contrast to Duncan’s; she thought fleetingly as she belatedly slipped her hand away and turned to glance about the place.
A beautiful place, cut off, exlclusive.
She had so been looking forward to this .. and yet now.
She held back a shiver.

"First time on the island Miss?"

She turned meet his warm smile with one of her own.

"Call me Deanna please."

She requested responding to his kindness, reassured by being around someone who wasn’t entirely one of Duncan’s sycophants.
She glanced over and saw Duncan frown.
Her mind raced wondering what could have displeased him.
Almost nervously she answered the young man.

”Yes … it’s my first time … it… it’s beautiful …”

Even as he nodded agreement Duncan interceded.

”Pleasant enough surroundings, but none the less secondary to the … activities … we come here for … “

His arm curled about her wrist as he drew her roughly to his side.
Deanna tried not to wince as he nipped her flesh.
The look he gave her was all possession and held no affection.
Deanna looked away, even as she was forced to walk with his arm wound firmly about her waist.

”Our casino is the finest, Miss … and our cocktails … “

Their companion informed her smoothly, as if not noticing the exchange.

”Indeed … it seems all your needs are catered for then, my love?”

Deanna spoke softly, only the merest tremor betraying how forced the endearment had been, how unsettled she was feeling.

For some reason Duncan seemed to have enjoyed frightening her. Even now it seemed to her that he wanted to continue to humiliate her.

Where was the lover she had developed a genuine affection for?The change in him confused her.

She continued to walk beside him, her eyes fixed unseeingly on her surroundings, as she struggled to maintain her composure.

Surely this would pass?
Surely this was just one of his many games?
A game that had gotten slightly out of hand...?

But she was at a loss just what to do to please him ...

 

[ariosto]

Maria joined them on the terrace, all smiles and Miss Cordiality, save for a few dark and telling looks she cast in Santiago's direction. He mixed them all drinks but she barely touched hers, rising after a few minutes and excusing herself to take care of some important matters...

Duncan rose and took Maria's extended hand,
"Actually I was wondering if we could borrow this hansome young man for the entire day and evening Miss Capablanca. First to show us around the island and then to help serve at a small soiree were having aboard the boat tonight...your invited of course."

Maria paused he knew her mind was working overtime...he almost spoke. But knew if he sounded too eager now he'd kill it.

"I'll compensate you for his services of course. Say a thousand for you and a thousand for José."

Maria had all the money in the world but she was a greedy bitch. He knew she'd take the offer and she did.

"Have him back by midnight Lord Carlyle."

Santiago stared at her.
"Why will I turn into a pumpkin?"

She stared back, her black eyes glittering like obsidian.
"No. You'll turn unemployed."

"So this is how it is to be bought and sold." he whispered to Deanna as though she might know the feeling herself.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Deanna Myles

Deanna stood a welcome drink in her hand and watched Maria welcoming Duncan and listening to them sharing anecdotes. She watched the other woman carefully. Deanna did not know why, but she didn’t like her. Too many smiles… and an edge to her … well concealed and yet … there was something about her…
Glancing over at the young man who had met them off the launch, Deanna noticed that he was much less gregarious in her presence. From being the congenial host, he seemed almost … withdrawn …
It was almost with relief that Deanna moved to Duncan’s side as she began to take her leave of them. She nodded politely to the woman as Duncan took her hand.

"Actually I was wondering if we could borrow this handsome young man for the entire day and evening Miss Capablanca.
First to show us around the island and then to help serve at a small soiree were having aboard the boat tonight...you’re invited of course."

Deanna looked wordlessly at Duncan.
A soiree on the boat? Since when?
She thought that the intention was that they stay ashore now?
God … if they were to sleep on the boat again then …

"I'll compensate you for his services of course.
Say a thousand for you and a thousand for José."

Deanna tried to hide her distaste.
She hated it when Duncan did that:
When he threw his money around and tried to buy people.
She moved away in the pretext of putting her glass on the table.

"Have him back by midnight Lord Carlyle."

Deanna turned her head staring at her hostess incredulously.

"Why will I turn into a pumpkin?"

The tone of Jose's query was quiet, but held undercurrents.
Deanna watched uncomfortably as the two exchanged looks.
It seemed as if the presence of herself and Duncan was temporarily forgotten.

"No. You'll turn unemployed."

The words fell like chips of ice.
Deanna only just held back a gasp and turned to the table reaching for and draining her glass to hide her embarrassment.

"So this is how it is to be bought and sold."

Deanna looked up realising that Jose had moved over to the table with her.
She looked him in the eye for the first time.
He seemed calm, but she could tell he was angry.
She sighed and glanced over at Duncan.
She knew what that kind of frustration was like.

”Yeah.. Welcome to my world..”

She whispered back without thinking… then cursed her loose tongue.

Flustered, she reached automatically for the bottle, but found it taken out of her hands.
It was his turn to eye her curiously now.
Numbly she watched as Jose topped up her glass.
His smile was warm as he handed it to her.
She found herself responding with a hesitant smile of her own.
Somehow she sensed they had both got themselves into impossible situations, but now was definitely not the time for questions.

Subduing her curiosity, Deanna turned reluctantly and watched Duncan assure that Jose would be returned on time.
Maria seemingly satisfied finally left.

”Deanna…?”

Duncan turned his attention to her.
Obediently Deanna moved to his side trying to mask her feelings of distaste.
Duncan had negotiated for Jose’s “services” and now it seemed she was being summoned to perform her “duties”.

”I .. I thought we were staying here..?”

Deanna asked unable to stop voicing her query.

”I didn’t realise we were returning to the boat… or that you were intending to .. entertain … “

She added softly.

Duncan’s face was unreadable.
He moved as if to take her hand, at the last minute wrapped his hand around her wrist, twisting it painfully.
Deanna bit back a gasp.

”That’s not a problem is it Dee Dee..?”

His sweet tone belied the dangerous expression in his eyes.

”Noo.. no.. of.. course not… “

Deanna responded quickly, suddenly nervous and trying to mask her reluctance.

Suddenly, she became aware of Jose as he stepped nearer proffering the bottle.
As soon as Duncan let go of her wrist, Deanna turned to rub where his fingers had dug into her delicate flesh.
She gave a quick glance over to where Jose was pouring the wine and chatting amicably with Duncan.
It seemed Jose hadn’t noticed their little "exchange".
She sighed in relief and struggled to regain her composure.

 

[ariosto]

"I don't believe Deanna wants to stay aboard tonight José..."
Duncan held out his glass and shook it impatiently.
The girl had turned away and was staring out at the yacht anchored far below.
"Lord Carlyle, Maria has reserved our finest bungelow for you. Maybe you should see it before you decide where to sleep tonight."
Santiago finished pouring and carefully set the bottle down on the table.
Duncan tossed back his drink and held out his glass for another.
"Perhaps after the party then you can help me carry her up the hill from the boat. The poor dear does tend to get shitfaced drunk."

Deanna flushed crimson at the outright lie and looked almost desperately in Santiago's direction.
He winked at her and smiled.
"She'd be a delightful burden I'm sure."

"Oh she is Boy, she's a wonderful burden...believe me."
Carlyle finished the third drink, pushed back from the table and looked around.
"I believe there are games of chance around here somewhere."

Santiago stood up and helped Deanna to her feet.
"He's a crock of shit baby, I know it."
He whispered very softly in her ear as Duncan headed for the casino on unsteady legs.

"Vingt et Un, Lord Carlyle?...that's what I was told was your favorite."
"Sixty Nines my favorite Boy, but twentyone will do for now."
The old man leered at Deanna.
They'd stopped by an empty blackjack table. The Casino lights were shining brightly and music drifted in from the lounge, but save for a single slot player the place was empty at this hour.

"Now where's the special croupier youve provided for me?"

Jack stood behind the table and began to shuffle cards.
"Your looking at him Lord Carlyle. Shall we set the stakes?"

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Deanna Myles

"I don't believe Deanna wants to stay aboard tonight José..."

Deanna watched silently. Duncan seemed set on humiliating her.
She had no idea why. What had she done?

"Lord Carlyle, Maria has reserved our finest bungalow for you.
Maybe you should see it before you decide where to sleep tonight."

Deanna tried not to look hopeful.
She watched as Duncan knocked down his drink.
He didn’t usually drink like that. What was going on?

"Perhaps after the party then you can help me carry her up the hill from the boat. The poor dear does tend to get shitfaced drunk."

Deanna’s eyes flew to José’s face.
She parted her lips wanting to scream out a denial, but shut them again.
For the first time since she’d been with Duncan, Deanna felt trapped, and scared …

"She'd be a delightful burden I'm sure."

José’s easy comment seemed to ease the tension, but she was too nervous to smile her thanks to him, she merely acknowledged his wink with a small inclination of the head.

"Oh she is Boy, she's a wonderful burden...believe me."

Deanna averted her eyes.
Oh God… please don’t let him start …”

And much to her relief, Duncan changed the direction of his interest.

"I believe there are games of chance around here somewhere."

Deanna looked up to see José by her side and allowed him to take her hand and help her to her feet.
Her cheeks still flamed and she was sure he could feel the tremor of her body.

"He's a crock of shit baby, I know it."

Deanna smiled hesitantly hearing José's reassuring words.
His breath was warm in her ear, his eyes kind.
She looked quickly away, tears springing stupidly to her eyes, moved by his kindness.

"Vingt et Un, Lord Carlyle?...that's what I was told was your favorite."

Again he was all charm and deference to her aged lover.

"Sixty Nines my favorite Boy, but twentyone will do for now."

Deanna stared at Duncan and shuddered at the openly lewd look he gave her.
Why he felt the need to make her feel so … cheap … she could not understand.
Why would Duncan bring her to a place like this if that was all he wanted to do?
He could parade her as his whore on any street corner!
But Duncan's eyes held hers and Deanna knew there wasn’t a thing she could say in protest.
After all, that was what she was here for … but … she had never consented to …

"Now where's the special croupier you’ve provided for me?"

Deanna flinched at Duncan's loud voice.
She flinched as he staggered unsteadily towards a table and looked round commandingly.
Arrogance was etched on every feature.

"You’re looking at him Lord Carlyle. Shall we set the stakes?"

She watched as Duncan settled into the plush upholstery nodding curtly in response.
Deanna hovered, watching.
Unsure whether her presence was needed, she threw a glance at José.
As if sensing them still hovering, Duncan turned round almost snapping.

”Good God, Deanna! You’re no use to me here.
Go explore or something… but make sure you’re around when I need you..”

He dismissed her.

Before Deanna could reply, José suggested smoothly, addressing her rather than his Lordship.

”Perhaps you might wish to see the bungalow?

Then turning to Duncan he added with necessary deference;

"If that suits you Lord Carlyle, you would know that she was safe and be able to contact her when you needed ... "

He prompted persuasively.

" ... perhaps Deanna could get settled in, rest up for this evening … “

Duncan snorted derisively.

”Rest up? She spends most of her time on her back as it is, my boy!”

Deanna bit her lip and struggled to remain silent.

”I like that idea though …"

His eyes locked with Deanna's.

".. that way I know just were you are .. “

He leered possessively.
She returned his gaze defeated.

”Yes, Duncan … “

She forced the soft words from her lips, incredibly hurt by his attitude.

”I’ll see you later … “

She responded, but his back was already turned.
With a look at José, Deanna walked away to await him at the corner of the terrace.

She heard Duncan guffaw with laughter, share a no doubt derogatory observation with José and demand more drink.
She took a steadying breath as she stood in the shade of the veranda looking around at her lush surroudings.

She had so looked forward to this trip, to being with Duncan, discovering the place he had spoken to her about and now …
She shuddered.
It was rapidly turning into a nightmare and she didn't know why or what to do to stop it ...

 

[ariosto]

"Shall we go Deanna...I think his nibs is happy for the moment. He's abusing our bartender."

Santiago took her arm and led her off the porch and into the sunlight. The ocean breeze had died and the island was baking as it did every afternoon before the evening settled in to cool things off.

"I'm sorry..."
She began, her voice showing the emotional stress she'd been under in the last few hours.

José smiled and made a dismissive gesture.
"Not to worry. I know him, he's been coming here every year that I've been with CB. He's a loud mouthed bore at best and a mean minded bastard at worst...didn't you know that?"

Deanna looked ahead and said nothing as the handsome latino guided her up a winding path behind the tennis courts, where in spite of the heat two couples were playing in a somewhat desultry fashion. They waved at Santiago and he smiled and waved back.

"Sorry...that's personal, shouldn't have said anything at all."

She stumbled and fell against him. His hand reached around her waist and pulled her close. In spite of the torrid heat he wasn't sweating at all.

"Carefull Deanna, I need to get this path tended too...There it is."

They'd come to an opening in a wall covered with crimson bouganvilla, where the path led down to a large low slung
villa, complete with a red tile roof, its own pool, courts and a breathtaking view over the harbor.

"This is a bungalow?"
She couldn't keep the surprise out of her voice.

"Our best one of course. It comes with a maid, satellite TV, a jacuzzi and a really big bedroom full of mirrors."
He looked at her and grinned.
"Come on I'll show you around."


OOC...last post for a week or so DM...but absence makes José's heart grow fonder, watch and see!

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Deanna Myles

Deanna smiled as José brushed away her apology.
She had been embarrassed by how Duncan was behaving, not just about his comments about her.

"Not to worry. I know him, he's been coming here every year that I've been with CB. He's a loud mouthed bore at best and a mean minded bastard at worst...didn't you know that?"

Deanna said nothing. “Loud mouthed bore? … mean minded bastard?”
That wasn’t the Duncan she knew at all, or at least not the Duncan she had known … before that morning …

She in turn brushed away José’s apology and walked along to the bungalow with him. She smiled shyly as she stumbled against him and then allowed him to help her pick her way over to the crimson covered wall surrounding the property where she was to stay for the next week or two or more.
She sighed. That was if Duncan chose to stay on the island.
For more reasons than one, Deanna needed a break from the boat.
How long they would stay was entirely up to Duncan.
In this mood, she couldn’t tell what he would do, even from one minute to the next.

The place hardly fitted the description of “bungalow” however!
She listened as José described its many features.
She had been looking forward to this trip, but although she would have enjoyed such a place, she had to try show some enthusiasm as he grinned and invited.

"Come on I'll show you around."

Duncan’s baggage was already unpacked as was her main case.
Deanna noticed with some relief that her vanity case had been left untouched.
She walked dutifully along beside José and although her eyes widened at the sight of such luxury, her mood was somewhat subdued.

”How about you go change, and I’ll fix a pitcher of your favorite cocktail?”

Her dusky host offered with an encouraging smile.
Deanna nodded.

”That sounds a nice idea, “

She agreed softly.

””Maritini…?”

Again that grin as his eyes roamed admiringly over her body before suggesting mischieviously,

”Sure thing … cocktails by the pool… “

Anna smiled, more in gratitude for his company and understanding than anything else and scooted into the bedroom to slip out of her clothes.
She shed the sundress gratefully and placed it over the back of the chair.
Opening her vanity case, she reached in for a bikini and matching sarong.
Pulling out the two-piece, her hand closed on the long length of co-ordinating fabric.
She frowned as she drew it out.
Unwrapping the material, Deanna pulled out the massive dildo Duncan had used on her that morning.

She shuddered.

Was that Duncan’s idea of a joke?
Was it a warning?
Was it…

”Deanna!”

She smiled as she heard José’s cheery voice.
He didn’t stand on ceremony when Duncan was absent.
At least in him she had a neutral ally, even if he could not be classed as a friend.

She hesitated, but having no time stuffed the phallus back into her vanity back and clicked it to locked.
Hastily discarding her underwear and putting it on the chair, she slipped into the bikini and walked towards the lounge and through to the patio tying the sarong about her body as she went.
Her eyes widened as she saw José sat at the table beneath the parasol, his grin broad.

”Martini’s my Lady..”

He joked as she dropped gracefully into the chair adjacent to his.
She sipped gratefully at the cool liquid and murmured her approval.
She looked out at the private pool, the sun beds set up for use and tried to bite back a sigh.
It was idyllic … luxurious … but somehow it was all spoiled.

Only then did she snap her attention back and realise that José was speaking to her.
She blushed as she turned back to him, a ready apology on her lips.

 

[ariosto]

"I asked if you'd ever been to the islands before?"

Deanna forced a smile and nodded.
She had but never to this one. Sipping her martini she stretched her long tan legs out and wiggled her toes.

Nice toes, Santiago thought, nice feet, nice legs, nice everything in fact.

"Crystal Beach is new...only been here three years."
He explained.
"Capablanco bought the resort from a bunch of Miami speculators for a song."

"Maria bought it!?"
She interrupted and Jose smiled.
"No, Jimmy Capablanca her old man did." His voice dropped to a stage whisper,
"He made them an offer they couldn't refuse."

Setting his glass on the table, Santiago stood up and held out his hand.
"Want to try the water?"
He gestured at the pool, a refreshing aqua blue rectangle behind him.
"Pretty nice."

"Are you going to swim too, or just watch me?"
Deanna grinned, the drink was relaxing her and the cloud she'd been under since this morning seemed to dissipate.
Her eyes opened wide as José, peeled off his cloud white guyabara shirt and then began to strip off his trousers as well, revealing a pair of black swimming trunks beneath.

"I'm always prepared to get wet Ma'am."
He laughed,
"A real Island Boy."

Deanna took a last sip of her martini, taking in his dark, muscular body and the revealing bulge inside his shorts.

"I guess you are!"
She said, shedding her sarong and walking to the pools edge.

His arm slipped around her narrow waist and he could see them both reflected in the rippling blue water.

"We make a nice couple don't we?"

Before she could answer, he'd already dived in.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Deanna Martin

Deanna relaxed and sipped her cocktail.
Now she was away from Duncan she felt the tension easing out of her at last.
She smiled at Jose chatted on about the island and how Maria’s father owned it.
Deanna made no comment.
She had not seen much of Maria, but she did not like the woman.
She had seen how she had treated Jose.
Too much like Duncan, she realised.
Those two deserved each other!

She looked up as she saw his hand extended to her.

"Want to try the water?"

She looked at the inviting rectangle of blue and nodded agreeing that it would be nice.

"Are you going to swim too, or just watch me?"

Her voice was almost flirtatious.
This swarthy islander’s easygoing nature was infectious.
Her eyes widened as she held back a gasp.
His shirt was quickly discarded.
Anna could not avoid her eyes straying to his groin as he pulled his trousers free and lay them across the chair.
His black swimming trunks were minimal and accentuated the ample package he had tucked away inside.

"I'm always prepared to get wet Ma'am. A real Island Boy!”

The sight of such a virile man had certainly started to get Deanna wet!
She laughed along with him hoping he did not notice the faint blush.
Deanna sipped at her martini draining it rapidly unable to avoid noticing his hard torso.

"I guess you are!"

She responded matching his humour and hoping her admiration of his … physical assets did not show too much.
Deftly she untied the sarong and walked to the pool’s edge, dipping a toe into the crystal water. She did not realise he had followed her until she felt his arm about her waist and his hard body touching the side of hers.
She could see his grin as their eyes met in the reflection.

"We make a nice couple don't we?"

His comment rendered her totally speechless.
He was dark, where she was fair.
He was muscular and strong where she was petite and slender.
They were total opposites.
But both were trapped by their “partners”.
Both of them seemed to have picked a route that allowed them to be exploited.
Perhaps both of them were equally unhappy?

Refusing to consider the comparison further and desperate to remove the tingling brand his arm, his hand and his body had left upon her skin, Deanna dived into the pool and swam several lengths before coming to a halt and holding onto the pool side.

 

[ariosto]

Long experience in the tropical waters had turned Santiago into a fish of sorts at least in regards to holding his breath beneath the water. Deanna's slim form swam above him and he watched in admiration as she angled across the pool, his eyes taking in every curve of her beautifully toned, tight body which the tiny triangles of her bikini did little to hide.
He watched as she came to rest against the side of the pool, her small feet barely touching the bottom, her legs tensing as she stretched upwards, her perfect round buttocks outlined deliciously in the clear aqua water...
He launched himself like a shark across the tiled bottom of the pool.

Deanna, surfaced and rested her arms on the side, looking around her...
"José?"
She called...the surface of the pool showed no sign.

"Jose, where are..."

He rose behind her, his hands slipping up the length of her thighs, over her hips and up her sides, circling around to meet beneath her breasts. His breath was warm and soft on her shoulders...
"Here I am."
He whispered, and she could feel his hardness and strength all around her.
She gripped his muscular forearms and pushed back against him. His cock was a steel rod pressed between the cheeks of her ass.
The thin fabric may as well not have been there at all.

She turned her head, not at all sure what to say to him at that moment but it didn't matter. His lips took hers and they nearly sank to the bottom in the heated passion of their embrace....

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Deanna Myles

Deanna gasped as José broke through the surface of the water behind her. She did not even have time to turn around before his hands were upon her, running over her thighs, hips, waist and then moving to meet beneath her breasts.

"Here I am."

The voice was husky, sexy.
He was so masculine as he held her in his embrace.
Deanna could feel her body beginning to respond and panicked.
She put her hands on his forearms and pushed back trying to ease him away ... but that was worse.
His cock was hard and erect.
She blushed hotly as she felt it nudging at her ass, poking insistently ... and it felt ... massive ... certainly compared to Duncan ... but if the rest of his body was anything to go by ...

"José!"

She exclaimed in breathless protest as she turned to face him.
Instantly his lips captured hers in a searing kiss that sent Deanna's senses reeling.
Even though they sunk to the pool bottom, Deanna's body was burning when they broke the surface once more.

Deanna struggled for breath and composure.
Her nipples were jutting against he flimsy fabric of her outfit.
Her body ached with need.
His hungrily questing tongue had possessed her mouth with such demanding arrogance.

"José ... Duncan ... he'll kill me ... he .... "

She shivered. She couldn't imagine what he was capable of.

But his body was around hers again.
He made her face him, look him in the eye as his strong arms pulled her close.
She gasped as she felt his cock nudging between her legs.
He eased forward and ground into her.
Anna gave a moan and she too jerked her hips to buck against him causing a shock of sensation to bolt through her body.

"Deanna ... "

José groaned out her name and moved his strong hands to cup her ass and pull her urgently into his hard crotch.
She gasped and protested.

"Ohh um.. God.. no.. ummm... "

But his hands continued to pull her body against his.
He drew her up and down his torso,
His coarse body hair and hard muscles stroking along her soft sensitive skin.
Deanna's lithe body barely made waves in the pool as she
clung to José's shoulders.
She moaned as again and again he made her feel the strength of him, of his chest, of his rampantly hard cock!

"Tell me you don't want this ... "

He murmured and moved to bite and suck at her ear, her neck.
She whimpered helplessly, her body aflame.

"Tell me ... "

He was almost feral.

Over and over she heard his voice urging, tempting.
On and on his hands moved over her body as she clung weakly, knowing how much she wanted it, but trying desperately to keep the words back... and yet ...

God .. how could she resist such virility!?

 

[ariosto]

The flimsy top of her suit fell free and floated away....
His rough hands, a legacy of sweating labor in the cane fields long ago, closed over her breasts, crushing her nipples into his palms, he growled softly against her throat, his lips scorching her skin. He didn't give a damn at this moment for Duncan Carlyle or Maria Capablanco. To hell with both of them!

Deanna's mind was screaming caution, but her body wasn't listening..long legs rising up and locking behind Jose's thighs...her pelvis, pushing, grinding her mons against the steel hard rod of cock, whose heat and throb she could feel through her skin, almost as though he were already inside her...fucking her, fucking her in broad daylight in a blue pool under a cloudless carribbean sky...

"Stop.." She gasped.
"stop..."she whispered.

He pulled back and smiled.
"No." He said and slipping his hands down her sides, lifted her free of the water and sat her dripping on the edge of the pool.

"You have beautiful breasts."
His hands were pulling what remained of her bathing suit down her legs.
"You have beautiful legs."
He bent low and kissed her knees and then her thighs, leaning in, slipping his face along her skin until she could feel his warm breath on her sex.

She needed to leave..right now...right now before anything else happened!

His fingers were caressing her most intimate places. She felt their caress along the slick petals of her labia and then his touch on her clitoris, made her moan, made her shudder. It was a dream...a fever. Deanna closed her eyes, waiting...

He loved the smell of her, loved the texture of her moist cunt as he played his fingers across and into her. Her legs tensed tight around his face...he pushed his mouth onto her swollen lips...now for the taste... his tongue flicked out and began to kitten lap up and down her opening sex...

The phone rang...
Madre de Dios!...It was ringing loud and incessantly.