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Subject: {ASSM} (Revised) "Island Paradise"  Chapter 1  M/F/F+
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"Island Paradise"  -  Chapter 1 of ??  -  Completely re-written
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   Finally, the time was at hand - the girls were arriving
today!  This past week was spent getting everything on the
island ready for the six young ladies who would spend the
upcoming ten weeks here with me.  I worked 16 hours per day
getting the mansion ready, putting in all the wiring and
video equipment, and finally stocking the supplies for the
six women and yours truly with plenty left over to spare for
emergencies.  The supply boat would only come once a week,
so if there was a storm or unforeseen disaster, we would be
stranded - but with the reserves, not without food.
   Now, everything on the island was as ready as it was going
to be.  Soon, I would take the big boat to the mainland and
pick the ladies up at the airport.  I could hardly wait!
   With all of their profiles and portfolios archived on my
computer system, I decided to take one last look at the girls
before setting sail.  They had been carefully interviewed and
screened for this ten-week-long excursion.  I tried to get a
good representation of different looks and personalities but
at the same time, I wanted them to be compatible with not
only me, but each other as well.  Their individual profiles,
as you may imagine, looked absolutely perfect.
   All six of the ladies were selected to maximize physical
appearance as well as brains and temperament.  A great deal
of time and money had been invested in this.  Six months of
planning and preparations were at stake, beginning with the
thousands of flyers sent to campuses and health clubs around
North America offering ten weeks of tropical relaxation and
fun, and a cool payment of $50,000 at the end.  One of the
six girls was to receive something even better - $500,000.
   The inquiries flooded in and then the applications.
Going over them resulted in three-fourths being rejected
right away, but then it got tougher.  A requirement for
supplementary information, including pictures, was sent out
and as a result, some of the ladies replied.  The list was
pared once again and then from there, the finalists were
chosen subject to telephone interviews.  The selected six
would finally make their arrival today.
   Who were these ladies?  They ranged in age from 20 to 27,
and all of them were bi-sexual - that was a top requirement
for acceptance.  It obviously turned a lot of potentials
away, but I was only interested in bringing bi-sexual women
with me to the island.  As for who they were...

   An absolute enchantress from Pennsylvania, Devon had the
face of a Barbie Doll and the luscious, eye-popping curves
of a centerfold.  At age 25, Devon was employed in her rural
hometown as a dental assistant.  Among her interests, the
blonde bombshell listed skiing, hiking and most of all, sex.
Certainly, I could find no fault with that.
   Stephanie was a buxom, charming brunette who worked as a
registered nurse in her Connecticut hometown.  She had an
incredible body, but also the demeanor and friendly nature
to match.  I got the sense that Stephanie, 25, was a mature
and level-headed young lady, with a real sense of direction.
Of course, one should expect that from a registered nurse.
   Something which truly caught my eye about Stephanie was
that she listed the act of submission among her sexual kinks.
Being a man, of course, I was very interested in exploring
that side of Stephanie with her over the next several weeks
and months.  Hopefully, I would get that opportunity.
   Trish was an exquisitely beautiful young woman with dark
brown eyes, long, yellow-blonde hair and the type of bright,
pearly-white smile often seen in toothpaste advertisements.
Trish's natural beauty was all-encompassing - from the toes
on her feet all the way up through a 5-foot-4 frame of toned,
busty flesh, to the very crown of her pretty head.
   Trish was the only woman of the group who did not reside
in the United States.  She was a tried-and-true Canadian who
had spent all of her life in and around Toronto.  Trish was a
physical fitness enthusiast who found work as an instructor
at a health club in her hometown.  The 26-year-old was full
of the sweetness and sunshine that made others feel as though
they had just met a new friend in life.  Trish was the type
of woman that good things always seemed to happen to, simply
because she was such a warm-hearted, friendly person herself.
   The dancing queen of Baltimore, Pamela had made quite a
nice living for herself in the fast-paced, frenzied world of
adult entertainment.  More specifically, the 26-year-old was
a stripper.  She certainly did not fit its usual stereotype,
however.  Pamela was perhaps the smartest, most intellectual
person I had ever come across in my life.  She was using her
earnings as an exotic dancer to make it through college.
   At age 27, Amy was the oldest woman in the troop.  She
was employed as a waitress at a Cincinnati area steakhouse.
However, serving food did not seem to be the right career
choice for her.  You see, Amy had the type of body whose
destiny was to be showcased on television - particularly,
the world of adult films.  A luscious red-head, Amy had the
top-heavy look of a seasoned pornstar, and could easily be
described as very flirtatious, and overly aggressive.
   On the opposite end of the age spectrum was Lisa, who at
20, was the absolute youngest woman of the entire group.
Lisa posessed lavish, showgirl-type legs and large, firm
breasts, which were accentuated even more by her otherwise
slender, athletic figure.  She had long-flowing blonde hair,
chocolate-brown eyes and a young, fresh-faced charm which
exuded a special kind of natural, wholesome sexiness.
   Lisa was similar to Pamela in the fact that she was also
a college student looking toward me (and this island) as a
way to help with her high tuition costs.  Lisa was studying
Art History at the university she attended in her Illinois
hometown.  Lisa had gotten an early start with her career as
well, as she was employed as a salesperson at an art gallery.

   All six of these women were bi-sexual, beautiful and very
unique, but in their own special way.  This upcoming time
with them promised some fireworks as this group of charming
ladies began to compete for the grand payout of $500,000.
   The problem, however, was that none of them knew what the
criteria for winning the big prize was.  I was not about to
clue them in, either.  All they knew and all they would be
told was that ten weeks from now, one of them would receive a
cashier's check for $500,000.  The remaining five would also
receive a cashier's check, but for just $50,000.  The process
for choosing the winner would remain a mystery until the end.

                           * * *

   A short ten minutes after I arrived at the airport on the
mainland, the jetliner approached and touched down.  I
watched it taxi to the terminal building and stop 50 feet
short.  In a minute, it moved forward until it reached the
gate.  There were about 200 passengers aboard, but six of
them belonged to me.  My body started to tingle as droves of
passengers began filing out into the airport gate.
   It was easy to pick out which of the travelers belonged
to me.  All I had to do was pay attention to the twitching of
my cock - it had an excellent memory of all the photographs
and profiles saved on the computer system back on the island.
   As the passengers exited the airline, I held up a sign to
let the six girls know that I was here to greet them.  In
five minutes, the whole group was standing around me in a
semi-circle.  "Welcome ladies," I announced to them.  "My
name is Jeremy and I'll be your host for the next ten weeks.
We'll have your luggage taken to the boat and then we'll
head for our island paradise.  Are there any questions?"
   "Can we stop and have something to eat?  I'm starving."
   My mind played through with the many photographs/profiles
and tried to put the name with the face.  "Sure... Trish,
isn't it?  There is plenty of food and refreshments on the
big boat.  You'll have all you can eat there."
   Several of the girls laughed.  I headed for the door to
the terminal building and the group followed in tow.  I
could tell that they had already developed some friendships
as they got to know one another on the long airline flight
here.  They were bound to find each other - since all of
them were instructed to wear black wristbands around their
right elbow.  It had been my plan for them to develop
friendships on the flight.  Now, I realized it had worked.
   In 15 minutes, all of their luggage was gathered and we
were taken by bus to the dock where the big boat was at.
A quick five minutes later, we shoved off.
   The boat was a 62-foot-long catamaran, which had cost
yours truly quite a pretty penny (lots of them, in fact).
It was big enough to comfortably fit all of us inside, as
well as the luggage.  I had dubbed the catamaran as the
"Pussywillow Express", for obvious reasons.  An insignia
saying so was stylishly painted on its right hull.
   A couple of the ladies had gathered in the lower cabin,
where they were relaxing while snacking and sipping some
refreshments.  The other girls were all on the top deck,
working on their suntans.  The respective conversations
between both groups had become quite friendly and animated;
everyone was having a great time.  That made me feel good.
   Past the barrier reef, the waves became larger and some
of the ladies squealed with delight at the roller coaster
ride, while others held on tight, looking scared and pale.
Fortunately, none of the ladies suffered motion sickness
during the scenic, four-hour cruise.

   With layers of clouds trickled here and there, the sky
surrounding the setting sun on this breezy June evening was
a brilliant, tropical shade of orange as the catamaran made
its final approach toward the island.  All six of the ladies
were gathered together upon the top deck of the boat, so they
could take in the wondrous, untamed beauty of the island.
The general consensus between them was a sense of sheer awe.
   I have maintained for a long time that anyone would be
hard-pressed to find a more beautiful, picturesque location
in the entire world than the private island which I had
called home for the past six years.  Located 130 miles off
the coastal city of Lima, Peru, the island was literally a
virgin territory.  With the exception of the large mansion,
outdoor recreation complex, horse stables and narrow access
roads which encircled it, the island was literally the same
as God had created it.  That, of course, was a good thing.
   The few people who visited my little corner of paradise
over the past six years fell in love with the dramatic views,
the tropical fusion of stars at night and the chance to be
alone with the elements.  Here one could find palm-fringed
blue lagoons, a lush rain forest, hidden gardens, cascading
waterfalls and a wild river running between two canyons.
And those beautiful beaches - gold, red, black and green
sands - were caressed by an endless, peaceful surf.
   The putt-putt golf course, located in the recreation area
next to the mansion, had a intricate (and very unique) design
which appealed to even novice players.  Alternative forms of
outdoor entertainment was to go horseback riding in the
forest, scuba diving off the coast, or by taking the Jeep for
the day and paving your own course throughout the wilderness.

   The stirring of my cock reminded me to keep my mind at
the task at hand, or the run the risk of foundering on the
barrier reef.  I quickly guided the big boat in the opening
of the reef left by the fresh water pouring into the ocean
at that spot, and docked at the pier.
   "Ladies, we have arrived.  There are also food and drinks
at the mansion.  Please leave your luggage here on the boat.
We can come back later and pick everything up with the Jeep.
No use carrying the luggage all the way to the mansion."
   They all seemed in agreement.  After I secured the boat,
the girls jumped out and we headed up the narrow path to the
main house some 2,000 feet away.  The last 100 were steps
which had been laid with slabs of volcanic rock.  The estate,
a Mediterranean-style villa, greeted us with its wide-open
design that allowed the ocean breezes to easily pass through
and carry the scent of flowers and the fresh, tropical air.
   Just a few of the features that the mansion had to offer
included a grand ballroom, a fully-fledged IMAX movie
theater, a weight-training facility and a recreation area,
complete with the finest, most state-of-the-art sound system.
There was also an indoor pool located directly underneath
the glassed-in portion of the roof, with a long, twisting
water-slide that emptied into the outdoor grotto pool.
   The mansion came complete with ten guest bedrooms and a
grand master suite, which, of course, was where I stayed.
There were a total of 15 full-service restrooms, all of them
having spacious showers and private whirlpools.
   In addition to the grotto located outside, there was an
Olympic-sized pool, along with basketball, volleyball and
tennis courts next to the miniature golf course and driving
range.  Walkways, intricate rock fountains, tunnels and lush
gardens provided eye candy throughout the estate's expansive
lawn, but the main attraction was the grotto itself.
   A beautiful pool made out of rock and granite, the grotto
encircled the mansion much like a moat does a castle.  But
instead of a fiery dragon being there to protect it, the
enclosed, tunnel portions of the grotto were a prime spot
for romance.  Totally secluded without any distractions at
all, the grotto was where two (or more) people could lounge
on the water's edge while sharing an intimate encounter.
   Just from their initial glances of the mansion - which
was nearly 60,000 square feet in size - the group of ladies
expressed pure delight at what they saw.  Tomorrow, I told
them, I would lead anyone who was interested on a hike of
some of the island's more picturesque locations.  Included
in those were spectacular waterfalls, scenic valleys and of
course, those luxurious beaches.  Everyone was interested.
   Indeed, this was an island paradise and I had brought
these six angels to it.  Nothing made me happier than to
have the opportunity to share all of this with others.  I
bought the island from a private developer some six years
ago and for the most part, it had been a rather lonely place
for me - until now.  This was what I had been waiting for.

   "Help yourself to anything you want," I told the ladies.
"This is all here for you to enjoy.  I have drinks in the
walk-in cooler, and lots more from where that came from."
   Louisa, my 75-year-old housekeeper, had set up a large
table with baskets of fruit and now had added the containers
of chilled drinks and assortment of snacks, including a
variety of smoked fish, breads and cheeses.
   "In a little while," I said, "we'll get your luggage,
then your room assignments.  I see most of you have already
made friends, so if you find someone you want to share a
room with, let me know.  If not, you'll room with someone
of my choosing for now, but you can always pick someone else
later.  Your comfort is my number-one priority."
   The ladies ate and drank, chatted and got acquainted.
About an hour later, when everyone seemed to have settled
down and found a room-mate, I asked for two volunteers to
help me with getting the luggage.  Pamela and Trish were
quick to offer their services, so I took them to the main
carport and we hopped into the Jeep.  Driving to the dock
was longer in distance than walking to it, but the amount
of time was basically the same.
   In a few minutes, Pamela, Trish and I had the luggage
loaded up, and we were on our way back up to the mansion.
Once there, all the girls pulled their suitcases off of
the Jeep and quickly headed for their respective rooms.
   I drove the Jeep back under the carport overhang and
went up to my personal suite on the front side of the
building.  There, I had a small kitchen, a large living
room and a lush bedroom that faced the sunset, equipped
with an oversized, round bed.  The suite had everything an
erstwhile young man such as myself could ever dream up.

   But that wasn't my destination at the moment.

   I headed for the "secret" room sealed completely off
from the rest of the mansion, with its entrance behind a
panel that gave no hint that it was hiding anything.  I
turned the little knob that was part of the wood carved
tiki decoration, punched in a security code on the wall,
and then the panel opened, revealing the secret room.
   Inside, I turned another knob and the panel slid back to
its former place.  There were a large spread of television
monitors, each of which surveyed different places on the
island.  I had hidden cameras - large and small alike -
scattered throughout the island.  There was literally no
place anywhere which one of my cameras would not pick up.
   With all island activities being recorded and put onto
videotape, I could also re-live anything which took place
over the next ten weeks.  The cameras were hooked in with
motion detectors and when activated, the film began rolling.
   Yes - I had built myself quite the voyeur room.  With the
help of a UNIX server and a large satellite dish which was
also hidden, I could literally see any part of the island -
at any time.  Indeed, I was quite the voyeuristic type.
   For now, I decided to focus all of my attention upon the
first bedroom - which Pamela and Amy were occupying.  Pamela
was seated at the small table reading a magazine, while Amy
was busy chatting up a storm.  I decided to turn the hidden
microphone on for that room, and do a little eavesdropping.
   "This island is so beautiful!" Amy commented.  "I can't
wait to explore and find the hidden places.  Think we'll get
to do that?  How about we ask at dinner tonight?  Want to?"
   Pamela smiled softly and replied, "Sure, we can do that."
   "Boy, I want to take a shower," Amy commented.  "That
long airline flight, from Ohio to Minnesota to California,
then all the way to South America... I need a shower, real
bad.  Want to take one?  I saw a bunch of towels in the
closet.  There's some other stuff in there, too.  Like some
colored sheets, or something.  Have an idea what they are?"
   "Those are to dress in, like the natives," Pamela said.
   "Oh, neat," Amy responded.  "Maybe we should dress up in
them?  What do you think?"
   Pamela began to unbutton her blouse.  It was silky-white
and made of sheer lace, and showed her bra straps through
its thin fabric.  "Maybe we can, later.  First, we have to
figure out how to put them on."  This blonde was loaded; a
chance at seeing those bare breasts made my cock stir awake.
   "Yeah, sure.  Maybe we could just experiment?  That would
be fun, wouldn't it?  Just like when we were kids, dressing
up.  That would be real fun."  Amy sure was the chatterbox
today.  She seemed a little bit too excited, and anxious.
   Pamela simply slipped her blouse from her shoulders, then
opened her jeans.  "I'm taking a shower."
   "Good idea," Amy returned.  "Wait for me!"  Amy slipped
her t-shirt over her head, and pulled her shorts down.
   Pamela was now in her sexy bra and tiny G-string, but not
for long.  She reached back and unhooked her bra, which
allowed her large, overflowing breasts to spill out into open
view.  Now I definitely had an erection.
   Once the bra joined her blouse and jeans upon the floor,
Pamela hooked her thumbs into the G-string and guided it down
her shapely hips and thighs.  She lifted each leg gracefully
to step out of her G-string, then stood up at full height,
completely nude, her immaculate blonde hair cascading down
her shoulders and across her luscious breasts.  Pamela swept
it back with a quick motion of her right hand.
   "Wow, you're beautiful," Amy said, full of awe.  "I wish
there were more bi girls who looked like you."  Then, Amy
returned her attention to undressing before once again,
looking at her room-mate.  "Pamela, could you unhook my bra?"
   Pamela stepped around to Amy's back and undid all four
hooks, allowing the red-head's fabulous breasts to pour
out.  Amy immediately rubbed them and said, "I hate wearing
bras.  They're so tight.  Look at the impression that thing
left on my skin."  Amy continued to rub her own breasts,
before giving Pamela another lustful glance while stepping
out of her little bikini panties.
   "I wonder if Jeremy will like the way we look?" Pamela
speculated.  "Hopefully he will."
   "If Jeremy is a real man, he will," Amy replied.
   "Speaking of Jeremy," Pamela said, looking over at her new
room-mate, "do you have any idea how one of us is going to
get paid $500,000?  The information packet I got said we were
all going to be paid $50,000 each, except one.  That one gets
$500,000.  Have any ideas on how we get that big money?"
   Amy giggled and replied, "It will probably be the girl who
gives him the best fuck."  She laughed again, while Pamela
looked at her with a surprised expression.  It was obvious
that she did not expect her friend to use such foul language.
"What?" Amy snickered.  "It's the truth.  The packet made it
very clear that we were going to be used as sex objects this
summer.  The $500,000 prize will probably go to the girl who
fucks him the best.  In fact, I guarantee it."
   Pamela shook her head and laughed in mock disgust.  "I do
say, you're terrible, Amy!"  She paused and added, "But then
again, you may be correct.  You probably are."
   "I could use a half-'mill," Amy remarked.  "All I know is
that I'm going to do everything that Jeremy tells me.  Obey,
obey, obey.  Hopefully, I'll get that money."
   "If I get the five-hundred-K, great," Pamela told her.
"But if I don't, I'll gladly take the fifty-K.  I could use
it towards college tuition, and a new car.  My car is shot."
   "When we get the chance, let's ask Jeremy how we get the
big money," Amy said.  "He probably won't tell us, but maybe
we can sneak it out of him.  You know, trick him."
   Pamela turned and began walking toward the restroom door.
"Well Amy, you can stay here and forever wonder about the
five-hundred-K if you want.  Me, I'm going to take a shower."
   "Wait for me!" Amy exclaimed.
   Both ladies giggled as the red-head grabbed some towels
and followed Pamela toward the entrance to their personal
restroom.  As could be expected, the ladies were impressed
at what they saw once entering the restroom.  There was the
usual amenities, along with a wall-length mirror, a green
marble sink which had seashells and fish designs carved into
it, and a huge floor rug with two dolphins adorning it.  I
thought little touches like this added to the island theme.
   There was the luxurious whirlpool as well, but the only
place on Pamela and Amy's collective minds right now was the
spacious shower stall.  Large enough to comfortably fit five
people (if not more), the shower itself came complete with
programmable body jets, a cascading waterfall for the neck
and shoulders, hot, cleansing steam and a pair of fully
adjustable shower-heads/foamers.  There was even a stereo/CD
system included in the shower itself, though I'm certain
that neither Pamela or Amy had caught onto that just yet.
   All of the guest bedrooms and restrooms were replicas of
each other, so the other ladies had the same luxuries that
Pamela and Amy did.  Everything was exactly the same.
   Inside my voyeur room, I glanced at another monitor and
noticed that in guest suite three, Devon and Stephanie were
having similar ideas.  It looked as if they were preparing
for their own private shower.  Everyone was exhausted after
their long airline flights from North America.
   "I guess we have no choice but to take a shower together,"
Pamela said to Amy, a slight giggle in her voice.  "I thought
in a big mansion like this, we would at least have separate
showers.  Guess it doesn't work that way."
   "Are you complaining?" Amy asked, grinning playfully.
   "Oh, of course not," Pamela returned.  "I guess it is the
island's theme and all, but I'm not used to taking a shower
with someone I met just a few hours earlier.  No offense..."
   "None taken," Amy countered.  "But there is no need to be
modest or shy.  All of us - you, me and the other girls - are
going to be very close with each other over the next ten or
so weeks.  We might as well lose our inhibitions."
   "Good point," Pamela nodded, pulling back the shower door
while motioning for Amy to step inside.  The red-head did
just that, then was joined there an instant later by Pamela.

   My interest level perked up once Pamela and Amy came into
view on the monitor which surveyed the shower stall.  They
fiddled around with the intricate controls for awhile, then
smiled as warm, soothing water sprayed from the dual shower
heads.  Pamela and Amy stood underneath the relaxing stream,
quickly soaping themselves from head to toe with the foamers.
   Pamela caressed her breasts gently with lathered hands,
squeezing her nipples and rubbing them briefly before
venturing downward to the cleft between her thighs.  Her
movements were slow and sensuous as she applied the soap in
a lush, thick lather.  Then she slid her hand between her
thighs once again and caressed herself gently.
   I zoomed in and watched intently as Pamela ran her finger
back and forth along the slit of her pussy.  Zooming out, I
noticed Pamela sighing as she held her face directly in line
with the spray.  Her rounded hips swayed in a gentle motion
and her nipples stood even more erect than before.
   Underneath the secondary shower nozzle, Amy had rubbed and
soaped her own breasts into a creamy lather.  She watched
Pamela, trying not to be obvious about it.  Amy turned toward
the spray of water and let it pour over her breasts, rinsing
off the thick soap, while her right hand slipped between her
thighs and began frigging her pussy with an ever-increasing
rhythm.  She then rubbed her own nipples with her left hand
until they became even more firm and rigid.
   Amy looked over at Pamela and watched with a mixture of
lust and fascination as the blonde's hip movements were more
rapid than before.  Amy then increased her own motion with
her right hand, massaging her silken pussy faster.
   Pamela's breathing was coming in raspy sounds as her face
appeared flushed.  Her hand went deeper between her creamy
thighs, which were now spread further apart.  Her long,
slender middle finger disappeared into the pink crevice
while the ridge of her thumb kept rubbing her little nub
of a clitoris that was set to trigger an explosion.
   Pamela's left hand reached for her pussy and massaged her
clitoris more vigorously.  It was obvious that the tension
rose within her, and soon she let out an audible moan which
resulted in her body shaking with wild, orgasmic lust.
   Next to her, Amy was building to the point of release as
well.  Her hand reached for her slit and she shoved three
fingers deep into herself - as far as they would go.  She
let go of her breasts with her other hand and used it to
massage her engorged clitoris.  Amy then squealed with hot
passion as she too, experienced an earth-shattering climax.
   I watched in shocked silence - my shaft hard as a rock -
as the pair of heavenly beauties shivered and vibrated in
the aftermath of orgasm underneath their respective shower
heads.  Obviously, any shyness or trepidation that Pamela
had earlier displayed was now a (very) distant memory.
   Once those sensations of arousal settled down, Pamela
strolled over to her new friend and embraced her from
behind, cupping her large breasts with both hands in the
process.  "Wow Amy, I really needed that."
   The red-head giggled and placed her hands upon Pamela's.
"I needed it too, honey."  The two stayed together for a
couple of seconds, grinding their bodies as one, as I spied
on them while rubbing the enormous bulge within my shorts.
I was so aroused from watching their masturbation display
that I felt as though my body would spontaneously combust.
   Amy's next move was to turn her head around and place her
mouth upon Pamela's for a truly deep-rooted kiss.  The pair
of heavenly ladies moaned and shivered together, while my
erection grew so much that it actually ached.  As you may
imagine, this voyeur room was a paradise for me!
   I moaned myself and watched with interested eyes as their
kiss continued.  Pamela and Amy were now exchanging tongues
between their open-mouthed kiss.  I zoomed in for a closer
look with my hidden camera, which did nothing but cause my
cock to finally reach its fully erect status.
   "Wash my hair for me tonight?" Amy asked with a friendly
smile, now facing away from Pamela and adjusting the wall
lever just a tad.  Amy settled on a warm/hot temperature,
then let the steamy water engulf her voluptuous body as she
stepped into the line of fire.
   Pamela was already squeezing shampoo from a bottle and
onto her hand as she smiled at Amy from behind.  An instant
later, Amy dutifully dropped to her knees and looked over
her bare shoulder at Pamela with an expression full of pure
gratitude upon her lovely, enchanting face.
   Amy's red hair was already completely soaked, so Pamela
wasted no time as she placed both hands upon her new lover's
head and began to lather her up with the shampoo.  My cock
was throbbing uncontrollably as this highly erotic scene
continued to unfold before me.  Amy's silky hair was not
quite that long - only slightly more than shoulder-length -
but Pamela took her sweet time anyway.
   Amy let the shampoo sit in her hair as she then told
Pamela to kneel in front of her.  The 26-year-old did just
that, then giggled as Amy began to lather up her own hair
as well.  Pamela's blonde hair was much longer than Amy's, so
there was a tremendous amount of time and effort required to
shampoo and lather it up.  Amy, of course, was in no rush.
   Moments later, both ladies were giggling and standing
underneath the heavy stream of shower water from above.
They were sharing the water, and letting it rinse the thick
shampoo from their hair, and down their luscious bodies.
   I sighed as a short time later, Pamela and Amy were busy
soaping each other's bodies up with the hand-held foamer
and sponges.  Pamela seemed to pay close attention to Amy's
large breasts, fondling and squeezing the firm mounds.  Amy
reciprocated by placing a soapy sponge between Pamela's
thighs, and massaging her nether regions rather thoroughly.

   Already, there seemed to be a certain, special type of
sexual chemistry among these two ladies.  Excellent...

   Amy sighed as Pamela brought a knee up between her thighs.
Amy seemed to straddle that knee and allow it to stimulate
her pussy as she sought Pamela's mouth with her own.  Once
finding it, the two ladies shared yet another loving kiss.
   "All we need now is a man!" Pamela openly chirped, as she
and Amy giggled once more.
   "Yeah," Amy agreed.  "Where is Jeremy when we need him?"
   "Oh God..." I moaned, as those wicked words caused my cock
to erupt within my shorts.  My whole body trembled with lust
as I squirmed about in the chair, surprised that mere words
could cause an explosion like that within me.
   Taking a deep breath, I rose up from the chair and exited
the voyeur room.  I hated to miss any of the live, spicy
action, but knew that my cameras were always on the lookout
and would dutifully record any movements for me.  I needed to
wash up myself, and prepare for the official dinner reception
that would take place in the formal dining room tonight.

                           * * *

   All of the ladies showed up that evening at the right
time - 7:00pm.  The buffet table was set up with the dishes
that had been prepared by Louisa, the elderly woman whom I
considered to be the world's best cook/housekeeper.  Never
once had the 75-year-old fixed a meal which I did not like,
or fully appreciate.  This would be no exception.
   In addition to fruit juices of all varieties, other
beverages, such as bottled water and diet soda, were
available as well.  My goal was to keep the reception as
informal and as friendly as possible.  Tomorrow, I figured,
my plans for the upcoming ten weeks would actually begin.
   For this evening, I chose to mingle and meet all the
girls, trying not to give any impression of favoritism.
Right now, though, I found myself feeling attracted most to
Pamela, the 26-year-old from Maryland with the long blonde
hair and loaded, top-deck figure.
   Not only was she very exquisite to look at, but there was
something in the way that Pamela carried herself which was
just as enticing.  It is hard to explain, but she seemed to
be very sophisticated and refined.  Again, these are not the
qualities that you usually associate with an exotic dancer.

   When I approached her, Amy was at her side.

   "Are you two beautiful ladies enjoying yourselves?" I
asked, trying to be friendly and casual, the sight of them
quivering together in the shower still fresh in my mind.
   Amy jumped in even before Pamela could even try to answer.
"Oh, yes.  This island is so wonderful.  And the food is
absolutely delicious.  Can we eat all we want?"
   "Of course.  You can eat all you want, and ANYTHING you
want."  I put more emphasis on the 'anything' to see if
there would be a reaction.  Pamela smiled and giggled as she
caught the double meaning, but Amy just kept talking.
   "Oh, okay.  I just didn't want to mess up my chance at
the big prize - the five-hundred-grand.  I mean, I don't
know the rules or anything, so I thought I'd ask.  It is
okay to ask, isn't it?"  Amy was really laying on the
sweetness now.  She was trying to seduce the answer out of
me.  Little did Amy know that due to my eavesdropping on the
conversation that she had with Pamela earlier, I was fully
prepared for it.  She was not about to trick me tonight.
   "Yes, you can ask," was my response.
   "I bet there are lots of rules, aren't there?"
   I shrugged my shoulders.  "I can't answer that."
   "I knew it!" Amy huffed.  "But I wish I knew what they
were.  I mean, a girl does have certain needs, but I would
not want to break any of the rules."
   "Needs?" I asked, eyebrows raised.
   "You know," she said.  "Different things.  Like how a
girl feels, what she wants.  Needs."
   I shrugged my shoulders.  "I'm not sure I do."
   "I don't need to talk about it in front of everybody,"
Amy replied.  "But if I asked you in private... would
that be okay?  Could I do that?"
   "You can ask me anything, at any time."
   "Oh, good!" she chirped.  "I'll be sure to remember that."
   I looked around and said, "I must be going now, before
the other ladies start to think I'm playing favorites.  Both
of you, Pamela and Amy... enjoy the party."
   I began walking toward another group, but heard Amy
say to Pamela, "Do you think it was okay for me to ask
him that?  I hope it was..."
   "Sure," she replied.  "I mean, he SAID it was okay."

   Stephanie and Devon were huddled together and engaged in
a lively conversation, but both offered me a friendly smile
once I made my way up to them.  I did the same, but added a
second grin for Devon.  A well-stacked blonde herself, Devon
had a small American flag on full display - its stick was
embedded in her cleavage, and the actual flag was flowing
out from her camisole top.  She was proud to be an American!
   "Has the island been kind to the two of you thus far?" I
asked them, wanting to be as friendly as possible.
   "It's been great!" Devon chirped in response, her eyes
glowing.  "I just can't wait to get out and explore this
place tomorrow.  I bet the beaches are beautiful."
   "They sure did look beautiful in those pictures I got in
the mail," Stephanie offered.  "I can't wait to see them
with my own two eyes, either."
   "What can we expect over the next ten weeks?" Devon said
to me, her head tilted in an inquisitive manner.  "I mean,
are you going to ask us to do anything shocking?"
   I reached out and gently brushed Devon's American flag
with a fingertip, while also smiling at her.  "Whatever you
or any of the others do, dear, will be up to you.  I won't
ask or force any of you to do something that makes you feel
one bit uncomfortable.  Remember, your comfort is my goal."
   In a move that surprised me, Devon smiled and leaned
upward, then planted a gentle, whispery kiss upon my face.
I even felt myself flush red with embarrassment as Devon
then looked at me, her expression vibrant and cheerful.
   "What was that for?" I managed to get out, holding the
side of my face with an open palm.
   Devon grinned and responded, "That was the first kiss of
many between us, hopefully."  Stephanie cooed at those words,
as did Trish and Lisa (both of whom were closeby), while I
tried to make sense of this.  Both hands clutched together
at her waist, Devon simply continued to grin.
   Still feeling a bit flustered, I managed to get out a
smile while telling Devon and Stephanie, "I better get going.
As I told Pamela and Amy, I don't want to show favoritism.
I should go over and talk to Trish and Lisa.  They seem to
be sampling all of the fruit punches at the drink table."
   "Is it okay if any of us show favoritism?" Devon asked,
her blue eyes sparkling as she studied me from head to toe.
"I already know who MY favorite is."
   Just like that, Devon replaced Pamela as my favorite.  Of
course, I figured I would switch back and forth between
several (if not all) of the ladies before finally deciding on
the one I liked the most.  It could take days, or weeks.
   But for now, my favorite was the blonde and voluptuous
Devon.  I appreciated a woman who was open, honest and very
straightforward about her feelings.  In fact, I do not think
there are enough people like this in the world.

                           * * *

   After two hours of meeting and mingling, I called for
everyone's attention.  "Ladies.  This has been a delightful
evening but I know you are all very tired from your long
airline flights and wish to rest.  Sleep late tomorrow if you
like.  We'll get together for awhile at ten o'clock and then
the afternoon is all yours to enjoy the island.  As you may
already know, my personal suite is upstairs, so if you have
any questions or concerns, feel free to knock at any time.
Your comfort is my goal.  Good night, and sleep well."
   The girls began to drift off to their own rooms while I
cleaned up and cleared the dining room.  The whole job took
less than 10 minutes.  One could say that I did have a
live-in housekeeper to do this job for me, but Louisa was an
elderly lady and I felt as though I asked too much of her as
it was.  So, I was more than happy to help with the clean-up.
   Next, I went to my private suite and locked the door, then
opened the secret panel to the voyeur room and scanned the
television screens.  All of the guest suites showed up with
the ladies in various stages of undress, getting ready for
bed.  I immediately got hard once again.
   For the time being, I decided to focus my attention upon
Devon, who was sharing guest suite three with Stephanie.
Obviously, the 25-year-old enchantress from Pennsylvania had
a definite crush on me.  It was wonderful that Devon felt
this way about me, but I had one question: Why?
   Obviously not afraid to speak her mind, Devon was very
outgoing and amicable, and her warm nature complemented her
striking looks.  Her physical appearance by itself simply
demanded one's attention.  Was there any normal man alive
who could resist a woman as sultry and beautiful as Devon?
   But since Devon was someone who could easily have her
choice of any man, I wondered to myself why she had taken
such a sudden interest in me.  Of course, not only was this
her first day on the island, but Devon and I had yet to sit
down and thoroughly introduce ourselves to one another.
   I hardly considered myself some type of Casanova, or a
very desirable man.  I was really just your normal, typical
guy.  There were both good and bad things about me, but
nothing stood out either way.  Devon could have her choice
of just about any man.  Why did I interest her so much at
this very early stage of our relationship?
   I contemplated several reasons in my mind, but none of
them seemed to make any sense.  Meanwhile, I kept an eye on
Devon with the help of my hidden surveillance cameras.  She
was on the edge of the bed, wearing an oversized night-shirt,
while Stephanie sorted through her suitcases just a few feet
away.  Curious, I flipped the microphone for their room on.
   "What's it like in Pennsylvania?" Stephanie asked.
   Devon, brushing her long-flowing blonde hair, offered a
smile and replied, "Probably not much different than what
you're used to, in Connecticut.  There's snow in the winter
and it gets really hot in the summer.  I guess it is an okay
place to live, but I'm glad I finally got out - at least for
the time being.  I love this island."
   "Already?" Stephanie countered, giggling.  "I'm going to
miss my family while we're here.  My mom and dad, and my
older brother.  I'm going to miss all of them."
   "That's one thing about me," Devon commented, her lips
pursed.  "I really don't care to see my family anymore.  I
wanted to get away from them more than anything else."
   "Oh," Stephanie remarked, looking hurt.  "Did your family
do something wrong to you?  Why are you mad at them?"
   "It's a long story," Devon told her.
   Sorting through her suitcase as she sat upon the floor,
Stephanie nodded her head and said, "Well, if you ever want
to talk about it, let me know.  I'd love to listen and help."
   Devon gave Stephanie a smile and said, "I appreciate it.
I think maybe I'll feel more like sharing in the future, as
we get to know each other better.  Sound good?"
   "Of course," the brunette responded.  "Hey, what was that
earlier when you tried to put the move on Jeremy?"
   "Yeah," Devon grinned, shrugging her shoulders.  "So?
What can I say?  I like him.  I like him a lot."
   "He does seem nice," Stephanie offered, sounding reserved.
"I was talking with some of the others earlier.  We really
don't know what he expects from us over the course of the
next ten weeks.  I'm going to hold back my judgment on him
until I learn more about him.  One of my friends back home
warned me that Jeremy may run some sort of slave camp here."
   I scoffed at those words - a slave camp(?) - as Devon
shook her head in denial.  "No, I don't think so.  I asked
Jeremy that very same thing at the party - what he expected
from us.  He said he would not ask us to do anything that
made us feel uncomfortable.  You were there too, 'Steph.  I
trust him.  He is very, very nice.  He is honest, too.  I
like those qualities in a man."
   "Why are we even here, though?" Stephanie wondered, a bit
skeptical.  "Why did Jeremy bring all of us here?  Why is he
paying us so much money?  Surely, he wants something."

   "To find the right woman, and eventually marry her," I
replied outloud.  Obviously, since I was in the voyeur room,
neither of the ladies could hear me.  But still...

   "Those are good questions," Devon nodded.  "Maybe we can
ask Jeremy about that tomorrow.  But still, I believe this
is going to be the absolute best time of all our lives.  I
think you have nothing to be worried about, 'Steph.  Besides,
seems to me that you would be in favor of a so-called slave
camp.  I thought you said you were quite the submissive."
   "I am," Stephanie grinned in return.  "But I'm surely not
an extreme submissive, or a pain submissive.  I like bondage
to be fun and loving.  Maybe a little rough, but I definitely
do not like extreme stuff.  I have no interest in it."
   "You have nothing to worry about, then," Devon mused.  "I
can promise you that Jeremy will treat us very, very well."
   "You really must like him," Stephanie grinned.
   "Most definitely," the blonde returned.

                           * * *

   I wanted to continue eavesdropping on both Devon and
Stephanie, but my attention was suddenly diverted elsewhere.
The surveillance monitor which displayed the corridor outside
my personal suite flickered to life, and my eyes went wide at
what I saw.  Amy was approaching my room, decked out in a
sheer white nightie - and nothing else.
   I growled at the sight of the voluptuous red-head in the
flimsy piece of lingerie as she took a deep breath, then
knocked on the front door of my suite.  I quickly exited the
voyeur room and sealed its entrance, obviously not wanting
Amy (or any of the other ladies) to know about my secret
just yet.  Perhaps in time, I would let them know about it.
   I took a deep breath of my own before opening the door
and offering Amy a gracious, friendly smile.  Of course, she
looked absolutely luscious in her little, sheer nightie.  It
was a nice contrast to her flame-red hair, too.  Suddenly, I
found myself with a very painful, aching erection.
   "Hi, Amy.  What can I do for you?"
   "Can I come in for a minute?  I gotta talk to you."
   I stepped aside to allow her access.  "Sure.  Come on in.
Can I get you a drink?  Some orange juice, maybe?"
   "Ahh, sure.  That would be nice."  She looked around the
suite, which had over a million dollars worth of collectables
and decorations scattered all throughout it.
   Of particular interest to Amy, however, was the 180-degree
view of the Pacific Ocean through a large collection (six) of
floor-to-ceiling windows which wrapped halfway around the
bedroom.  It was a beautiful spectacle at night, but even
moreso in the daytime when there were no clouds in the sky.
There was nothing but blue for as far as the eye could see.
   "Wow..." Amy murmured, her green eyes flashing.  "That
sure is some nice view you have there.  All lit-up at night;
I can even see the beach below us."  She paused and added,
"Just how much money do you have, Jeremy?"
   "Enough, but I'd rather not tell just yet," were my words.
"Perhaps in due time, I'll let you ladies in on my secrets."
   "Oh... okay," Amy responded, looking a bit uneasy.  "Thank
you," she said next, as I handed her a glass of orange juice.
   "You're welcome," I nodded in return, before glancing
around the suite.  "This mansion sure does keep me busy."
   "Really?" she said.  "Don't you get kinda lonely here,
all by yourself?  I mean before we came, there was no one
here, right?  Except for Louisa, of course?"  Amy took a swig
of the orange juice, then set her glass down upon a coaster.
   "That's right... just me and the housekeeper."
   "I mean, you're a normal man, right?" she continued.  "I
mean, you have... needs, right?"
   "I sure do."  I looked at her and couldn't keep my eyes
off of the full breasts upon her chest, pulling up the front
of her nightie with each and every breath.  Her nipples were
clearly visible through the sheer material and her red pubic
hair was in full view every time she inhaled.  My cock was
so hard that it was about to cream the inside of my shorts.
   Amy caught that bulge with her eyes.  "Oh, I'm sorry.  Am
I making you uncomfortable?  I really should have put more
on, but then again, we're all friends here.  Aren't we?  You
know, we're going to be here for ten whole weeks and well,
we might as well be comfortable.  Know what I mean?"
   "Sort of," I choked out.  My throat was raspy and my
pulse was racing.  Amy was a pure sex-pot!
   She stepped closer to me until I could feel her warm
breath upon my neck.  Amy pushed her large breasts against
my chest and reached downward, finding the pulsating lump
tucked away in my shorts.  "I can see you're uncomfortable.
I can feel it, too.  Oh, real uncomfortable."
   "If you keep that up," I whispered, "I'll get much more
uncomfortable with sticky, wet shorts."
   "Well, let's take care of that."  Amy grinned and reached
for my zipper, then tugged it down.  Her hand slid inside
and immediately wrapped itself around my throbbing erection.
Her soft, tender hand felt wonderful grasping my cock; it
was difficult for me not to just let my spermy load loose.
   "Oh my..." was all I could say.
   "Does this make you feel anymore comfortable?" Amy asked
quietly, in a teasing way.  Her hand was very busy, squeezing
and releasing my full shaft, in rapid-fire succession.  I
didn't know how much longer I could hold out.
   "I... I... I feel much more... comfortable."
   "That's good to know," the 27-year-old purred, her smile
golden, just before she pressed her mouth to mine for a
fervid, exploratory kiss.  My whole body tensed up and I
growled like a wild animal as Amy soon found my tongue with
her own, and erotically stabbed away at it.  I slipped my
arm around her lower back, and caressed her firm, slender
waist with a hand.  All the while, Amy continued to frig and
pump my cock with her own hand.  I was about to explode...
   Amy was going through her own progression of moans and
sighs as she literally assaulted my mouth with her lips and
tongue.  The feel of her big, wondrous breasts upon me as
she pressed her chest hard into mine sent heated shockwaves
coursing throughout my entire body.
   "I hope I'm not being too forward with you," the charming
seductress offered, her voice tender, as she broke off our
kiss.  "I just needed to get fucked really bad tonight and
unfortunately, you are the only man here.  I need a cock."
   "You can be as forward or aggressive with me as you like,"
I told her, my breathing tense and ragged.  Amy had a bright
smile upon her face, her pretty eyes flashing, as I gazed at
her.  I cupped her face with both of my hands, then massaged
her lips with both thumbs before kissing her yet again.

   Amy chuckled lightly and pushed away from our mutual kiss.
She offered me a flirtatious smile before slowly but surely
dropping to her knees just in front of me.  She brushed her
long-flowing red hair away from her sultry face with her
right forearm, then looked deep into my eyes with a very
inquisitive expression.  My body began to tremble in lust...
   Perched upon her knees in front of me, Amy then changed
her position slightly.  But what a difference it was!  Amy's
knees were wide apart instead of together, and she had both
hands linked together behind her back.  The 27-year-old's
back was also arched, with her large breasts thrust forward
underneath the little, silky piece of lingerie that she wore.
   "Tell me what you want, Jeremy," Amy said in a breathless
tone.  "Tell me what you want me to do.  I want to obey you."
   I held back a laugh and wryly countered, "Does this have
anything to do with the money you were asking about earlier?"
   "It has NOTHING to do with it," Amy responded, her tone
and expression honest.  "I just want to get fucked."  Amy
offered another beguiling smile as she leaned forward a bit
more upon her knees, her eyes never leaving mine.  "Well...
what WAY would you like me now, Jeremy?  I am here for your
pleasure tonight.  I want to make you happy."
   "How about this, dear?" I countered.  "I want to make you
happy."  Amy's eyes went wide as I added, "Why don't you use
me for your pleasure tonight?"
   Amy still looked a bit surprised, but rose up from her
knees nonetheless and attached her lips to mine for a heated
kiss.  I responded immediately by wrapping both arms around
her hot, voluptuous body, pulling her closer and luxuriating
in the feel of her firm, large breasts upon my chest.
   I showed absolutely no resistance as Amy guided me over
to the big, comfortable bed.  Our mouths still entwined as
one - with our tongues dancing - Amy took me down to the bed
and straddled my body with her own.  The mutual kiss between
us as she leaned over only intensified once Amy placed both
arms around my shoulders and clutched them tightly.
   I moved my hands to both of Amy's breasts and began to
eagerly maul them through her sheer nightie, groping and
squeezing the big globes thoroughly.  Amy tilted her head to
the side above me, her tongue running roughshod within my
mouth.  My only response for that was to literally jam my
own tongue down her throat, wanting to lose myself there.
   "I enjoy a good, hard fuck," Amy purred, as I then moved
my face to her breasts and kissed them through her chemise.
Of course, her words had an immediate impact on me.  I felt
my cock getting even more erect.  "Fuck me hard, Jeremy,"
she added, while slipping the nightie up and over her head.
   I gulped my throat at those words before asking, "But you
do enjoy a bit of foreplay before that too, right?"
   "Oh yeah," she cooed, my tongue now flicking itself over
and across her hardened nipple.  "I like it a lot.  I'm just
not all that used to it... you know.  I prefer my sex HARD."
   Burying my face between the deepened valley between her
breasts, I moaned outloud while trailing my tongue over and
through Amy's scrumptious cleavage.  "I like it hard, too,
dear.  Don't worry... I'll take care of you tonight."
   Amy's body trembled with desire as I kissed my way from
her cleavage to her midriff, and then her abdomen.  I paused
for a quick moment, tracing the tip of my tongue in circles
around her navel before dabbing it inside.
   "I like that..." she squealed, arching both her back and
neck in response to my forward actions.  I twirled her body
around and then pinned her beneath me upon the mattress.
   I glided even lower, only coming to a stop at the silken
joining of her thighs.  Amy's entire body tensed as I gently
extended my tongue and swiped away at her swollen clitoris.
I brushed the little nub with my tongue several times before
asking in a gentle tone, "How many men and women have been
this close to your pussy, dear?  Tell me."
   "Oh, God..." the red-head answered, lost in thought for a
couple of seconds.  "I think... 14 men, and 11 women.  Yes."
   I smiled.  "That seems like quite a lot for someone your
age.  You're only a few months younger than me."
   "What can I say?" Amy countered.  "I'm a slut."
   I moaned wildly at those words while nuzzling her clitoris
with my lips and tugging it very gently before countering, "A
slut, huh?  I have a definite weak spot for sluts."  I paused
and added, "You have a beautiful pussy, dear."  I swiped away
at the exposed area once again.  "Enjoy your sex hard, huh?"
   "I certainly do," she grinned, nodding her head.
   "Let's make you happy, then," were my words.

                           * * *

   Amy grunted with obvious anticipation as I forcefully
mounted her in the missionary position.  My cock fully hard
and erect, I fisted it and prepared for entrance.  I used my
opposite arm to securely hook Amy's long legs over my
shoulders.  Then, it was finally time to sink my throbbing
shaft into the tight confines of the vixen's little pussy.
   I did just so, burying the entire length of my cock into
her.  And wow... did she feel wonderful!  It felt as if I
had stuck my full erection into a slippery vice, which was
trying to squeeze the absolute life out of it.
   "Oooooh yeah," Amy grunted, already starting to display
some heated emotion.  "That feels GOOD..."
   Her words and noises of loud passion only intensified
once I started to thrust myself in-and-out of her.  Wasting
no time whatsoever, I was hammering away at her voluptuous
body as hard as I possibly could from the very outset.  This
was, of course, what Amy wanted me to do.
   Amy continued to scream and wail out in approval as she
then wrapped both arms around my shoulders.  The red-head
held on tightly as her enchanting face began to rock from
side-to-side in a constant, repeated motion.  It was very
obvious that she enjoyed rough, physical sex like this.
   I was grunting and growling like a wild animal, focusing
all of my attention upon Amy and my ability to blast her
pussy as hard as humanly possible.  I think I was very
successful in doing so, too.  I knew my hips could not move
any faster.  Plus, watching the priceless expression upon
Amy's face as I drilled her pussy was something else.
   The 27-year-old's pussy felt so incredibly tight and
luscious upon my cock that I really never wanted to pull
myself out of it.  Would there be a way for me to dive right
in there, and never come out?  That was my only thought at
this exact moment in time.  Talk about a slice of Heaven...
   Amy's slender neck and back were now arched as she
continued to wail out in her own desire and passion.  The
squealy, high-pitched sounds she made, combined with the
incredible amount of sexual heat and friction upon my cock,
was enough to finally push me over the edge of release.
   I blasted my way into her incredible pussy one final time
before letting out a loud, drawn-out moan of ultimate desire.
I could feel the thick sperm just pulsing outward from my
cock, filling and flooding Amy's hot, thirsty pussy.  The
young woman squirmed and writhed about beneath me, while
continuing to voice and moan out her own, total arousal.
   Just when my orgasm had reached its apex and began to
simmer down, Amy experienced one of her own.  She screamed
and embraced me even tighter than before, and then her
beautiful body shook and rumbled about in joyous release.

                           * * *

   When it was over, my cock was still embedded within the
seductress' pussy as I settled down on top of her.  I took
a deep breath and offered Amy an appreciative kiss, before
flashing her a smile.  "You were marvelous, dear."
   "Oh yes..." she sighed, obviously still caught in the
sweet aftermath of orgasm.  "I loved it, Jeremy..."  Amy
slithered out from underneath me, however, and pushed me
onto my side.  She reached for my (now) semi-hard cock
and began to frig it gently.
   Next, the wicked vixen moved her head to my cock and
swiped its tip with her tongue.  A soft, gentle licking soon
changed into a hard sucking.  I could feel the head of my
shaft deep within her throat as she swallowed it whole.
   Amy then started a slow bobbing motion with her head,
sliding her velvety lips up-and-down my cock.  With every
downward movement, she sucked it into her mouth with her
tongue sliding along its base, lapping its thick underside.
   Amy then reached between my legs and slid her fingers
over and across my testicles.  My cock was at full strength
yet again, and was aching for release.  She played with my
testicles for a little while longer, her mouth working pure
magic on my shaft, until I could not simply take any more.
   A fire shot from deep within me and went straight for my
erection, which exploded within the confines of Amy's hot
mouth.  Amy pumped and sucked it until she had taken nearly
every last ounce of sperm down her greedy, little throat.
It was very obvious that she thrived on the taste of semen.

   When Amy finally let my cock go and looked up at me, she
had a far-away look in her eyes, with a drop of sperm running
out of the corner of her mouth.  I reached out and wiped the
drop away, then she immediately licked the finger dry I had
used to do so.  Amy had just made me feel so good that my
body actually ached.  Personally, I love sex like this.
   "Are you more comfortable now?" was her teasing question.
   "Oh yes, much more comfortable," I responded.  "How about
you, Miss Amy, dear?"
   "Just fine..." she winked, before getting up and reaching
for her nightie.  She slipped it over her body, covering her
luscious, heaving breasts.  (NO!)  Next, Amy leaned down to
me and planted a warm, inviting kiss upon my lips.
   "Are you going to leave me?" I asked, somewhat depressed.
However, it was probably for the better.  I really needed to
get to sleep.  This woman had worn me out, in a hurry.
   "I'd love to stay and fuck the night away," Amy said.
"But I told Pamela that we could stay up tonight, and talk.
I want to get back before she goes to bed."
   "Understood," I said, nodding my head.  "Remember, though,
there is a meeting tomorrow morning at ten o'clock.  It is
mandatory, so don't stay up too late."
   Amy giggled and nodded her head, then blew me a kiss
before opening the door and exiting my private suite.

                           * * *

   I closed and locked the door behind her, then headed for
the voyeur room.  There, I turned on the monitor for the
camera in my personal suite.  The tape had stopped recording,
so I re-wound it a bit and then pressed the PLAY button.
   There was Amy and I, on the television monitor, as I
blasted her in the missionary position.  My hips were a blur
as I forged my way in-and-out of her in repeated fashion.  I
fast-forwarded and then watched as she bobbed her head over
my cock, seconds before I filled her mouth with my sperm.
   I took the videotape out and replaced it with a new one.
The original would make a good keepsake for the future, maybe
10 years from now, when I would like to re-live a moment from
this time period.  I told myself right then that by the time
these next ten weeks were over, I'll probably have truckloads
of videotapes which I will want to keep.  One can only hope...
   I made sure everything was in order, then decided it was
time to go to bed.  I needed a lot of rest - for tomorrow.
   Things sure did look promising as over the next couple of
days and weeks, I would become more and more acquainted with
the group of lovely ladies.  Indeed, I was a fortunate man.

   Oh... did I mention that Amy was now my current favorite?


                  <<<- End of Part 1 ->>>


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