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"Island Paradise" - Chapter 1 of ?? (Revision 3.5)
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Written by: HighlanderJM - (c) 2003
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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 their detailed biographies and several photographs
archived on my computer server, I decided to take one final
look at the collection of women before departing. They had
been interviewed and screened extensively for what would
happen over the following ten weeks. I did my best to get a
wide variety of different looks and personalities but at the
same time, my goal was for the ladies to be compatible with
not only me, but each other as well. Their individual
profiles were a definite sight to behold on my computer.
All six of these women were chosen with the highest
regard to physical appearance, brains and temperament. A
great deal of time and money had been invested in this. A
full year of preparations were at stake, beginning with the
thousands of flyers sent to health clubs and universities
across North America offering ten weeks of relaxation and
fun on the tropical island that I called home, and a cool
payment of $100,000 at the end. One of the six women would
net something even more lucrative - $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
additional information, including photographs, 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 (very) detailed telephone interviews. The
selected six would finally make their arrival today.
Who were these ladies? They ranged in age from 18 to 28,
and all of them were bi-sexual - that was a key 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 each of them were...
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, 26, was a mature
and level-headed young lady, with a real sense of direction.
One should expect nothing less 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.
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, Pamela (age 27) 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 a proud,
card-carrying member of Mensa and ranked very high on the
Dean's List at the Maryland university which she attended.
Pamela was using her earnings as an exotic dancer to make it
through college, with the goal of one day becoming a teacher.
Trish was a marvelously beautiful young woman with lush
green 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. Her dream in life, aside
from getting married, was to eventually own a fitness center.
Perhaps the money that I was paying her for spending these
ten weeks here would help make that dream a reality for her?
I certainly hope that turns out to be the case.
The 27-year-old was full of the sweetness and sunshine
that made everyone around her 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.
At age 28, 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.
Even amongst a sea of beautiful women, Devon still stood
out. Not only was the 26-year-old naturally attractive,
with inquisitive blue eyes and a lovely smile, but the way
Devon filled out any set of clothing she had on was a true
sight to behold. Never before in my life had I met a woman
who posessed a large D-cup, yet weighed a scant 95 pounds.
The blonde-haired seductress, who lived in Pennsylvania
and found work as a dental assistant, was a princess in my
eyes. There was something about Devon which, no matter what,
always seemed to draw me to her. It did not hurt that she
was an incredibly good and trustworthy person, either.
Last but certainly not least was Lindsay, a deliriously
beautiful young vixen who just graduated from high school
three days ago. Lindsay was a total vision of loveliness
who seemed entirely too sweet and innocent to get involved
in a naughty project such as the one I was presenting.
Nevertheless, I gladly welcomed Lindsay, along with her very
ripe and nubile 34b-22-30 figure, into my midst.
With long-flowing blonde hair, blue eyes and the face of
a cosmetics model, Lindsay was the embodiment of everything
that a cheerleader should be. She was the captain of the
squad while attending high school in Ohio and, I'm certain,
brought a great deal of "team spirit" to the mix. I would
also wager that Lindsay had invoked a lot of vivid fantasies
and desires for others while shaking that little cheerleader
ass of hers, too. She definitely would have for me...
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 situation, 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 $100,000. The process for
choosing the winner would remain a mystery until the end. I
thought that was really the only way to go.
* * *
A short five 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, the plane 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
travelers began filing out into the airport gate.
It was easy to pick out which of the passengers belonged
to me. All I had to do was pay attention to the twitching of
my cock, as it had an excellent memory of all the photographs
and profiles saved on the computer server back on the island.
As the travelers 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. They were even more beautiful in person!
"Welcome ladies," I announced to them. "My name is Jeremy
and I shall 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 others 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, no one in the group 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 among 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 seven years.
Located 115 miles off the coastal city of Lima, Peru (in
South America), the island was literally a virgin territory.
With the exception of the large mansion, outdoor recreation
complex, horse stables and access roads which encircled it,
the island was literally the same as God had created it.
That, of course, was the way it should be.
The few people who visited my little corner of paradise
over the past seven 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 found 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 included horseback riding in the
forest, scuba diving off the coast, or taking the Jeep for
the day and paving one's own course through the wilderness.
This island was, without question, a true paradise.
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.
Stepping inside, the ladies were immediately stunned by
the eye-catching assortment of interesting and entertaining
details. To help create and maintain a sense of warmth in
a residence this large, there was an abundance of visual
stimuli. Everywhere there was something to see, something
going on, something intriguing.
Inside the front room was a circular wet bar sculpted
with a rich, blue granite countertop. Several panels of
beveled mirror wrapped around the bar and reflected the
creamy-toned marble floor outlined in sheer, black granite.
Beyond the bar was the rear wall of glass doors which
opened to a reflection pond. In the center of the pond
were two volcano-like apparatus which erupted with fire
under the control of the home's automation system. The
automated computer system included 30 miles of wiring which
controlled all of the home's lighting, climate settings,
music and security. At the touch of many LCD panels located
throughout, music by way of radio, CD or satellite station
could be played in any zone of the estate.
Views from inside the front doorway also included the
tropical forest and the infinity-edge swimming pool which
seemingly emptied out into the Pacific in the distance.
Additionally, the backyard included waterfalls, pools and
rock fountains surrounded by lush, abundant landscaping.
Ahead and off to the left of the bar area was an informal
eating nook which was nestled in a corner beside the glass
windows and doors for maximum views of the outdoors. To
preserve these views from nearby areas, the nook featured an
all-glass table with acrylic chairs. Solid furniture would
have obstructed the view and distracted from the openness.
Adjacent from the nook was the kitchen. A chef's dream,
this kitchen contained two of each major appliance, and a
trio of dishwashers. One of them was a huge machine that
featured a conveyer belt for the cleaning and drying of the
dishes. Cabinetry was maple with black granite countertops
and backsplashes to contrast the light colors of the walls.
The design of the ceiling mimicked the shape of the island
and breakfast bar cabinetry. In the dining room, the dark
wicker chairs and wooden table (large enough to comfortably
seat 15) made an elegant statement without being too flashy.
The living room was seen from the dining room through an
archway. There, the fireplace of French marble rose more
than 20 feet and was framed by sweeping panels of mirrors.
Glass doors revealed the awesome view of the pools and
rock fountains against the backdrop of the lush forest.
Needless to say, the ladies were captivated as I took
them on the whirlwind tour. Trish made the comment that she
believed homes like this only existed in the movies, while
Lindsay said that this was definitely not anything like the
Ohio farm she had grown up on during all of her 18 years.
Before reaching the master suite, one would have to pass
through the anteroom where the "glass wall" was showcased.
Weighing a full two tons, the nine-foot-wide curving wall was
3,000 feet of 1/4-inch plate glass layered and secured into
place. Over 1,000 fiber optic strands were inserted when
the glass was installed. Those fiber optic strands produced
dazzling, brilliant beams of light of 56 different patterns.
The ceiling here was also a work of art, consisting of
four fiberglass sections forming a dome that was painted to
resemble the evening sky and then illuminated with fiber
optic lights to twinkle like bright stars. A medallion on
the floor also reflected the changing colors of light.
The opposite wing of the mansion included a hobby room,
shower room, ten guest suites with restrooms, the home
office and an OmniMAX movie theater. The walk, 200 feet
in length from one wing to the other, was entertaining.
One of the favorite features was the wall of electronic
art located just before arriving at the huge office. Three
abstractly-configured, etched glass frames contained flat
screen studio monitors for digital art. Thousands of
digital photographs were stored in computers that drove the
screens. The automation system could randomly sequence the
pictures, or change them after a sensor detected someone
passing by. Either way, the digital art was unique and
provided an interesting and ever-changing variety of images.
Beyond the hobby room was a spiral staircase that led to
a rooftop garden overlooking the main pool and tennis court.
An elevator descended to the below-ground recreation room,
which included a variety of slot and pinball machines with
bubblers, arcade games and neon lights above. I even had a
Playstation 2, X-Box and Nintendo 64 hooked up. The bright
colors of the carpet added to the overall sense of fun.
After doubling back to the main entrance, I turned and
smiled at the lovely collection of ladies. "This is as much
your home for the upcoming ten weeks as it is mine. I want
you to explore and dabble in everything that there is to do
here. The only place that is strictly off-limits to you,
without getting permission first, is my own bedroom. No one
is allowed in there without knocking first. Please, now...
can everyone agree with that?" Nods all around...
"There is so much that I want to do here!" Trish gushed,
obviously full of excitement. "I want to try the recreation
room where all those games and pool tables are. But I also
want to go swimming in that beautiful pool outside. I want
to play putt-putt golf and watch movies in that theater!"
"I could go for in a good dip in the pool," Pamela mused.
"It's so hot and humid outside."
I smiled at her. "Another thing all of you will like is
that each guest suite comes with its own personal climate
conditioning system. Just type whatever temperature you want
on the wall panel, and you're set. It ranges from 50 to 85
degrees Fahrenheit. The change is almost instantaneous."
"50?" Devon gushed. "I don't think we want it THAT low."
"I bet there is plenty more to see in this mansion," Amy
said, looking my way. "You didn't show us everything..."
I shook my head at her. "No, I didn't. But I will in due
time. Feel free to branch out and explore on your own. You
may go anywhere except my private suite. As I think about
it, Louisa's room is off-limits, too. But I see no reason
why you would want to go into her suite. She is our cook
and housekeeper, and is 76 years of age."
Pamela glanced about in all different directions. "The
guy who owns the strip club where I work has a mansion sort
of like this. I say SORT OF because this place is much
better. He throws holiday parties for us there every year."
"Where can a girl get something to drink around here?"
Amy asked, obviously referring to alcohol.
I pointed toward the circular wet bar located on the other
side of the front room. "You will find plenty of whatever
you need behind the counter there." Amy smiled in response,
then sashayed off toward the bar. Stephanie followed her.
"I'm too young to drink," Lindsay pouted, looking at me.
"It's okay," Devon said, wrapping an arm around Lindsay's
shoulder. "You don't need any of that nasty stuff anyway."
Lindsay offered a very shy, somewhat embarrassed smile
the very instant Devon slipped that arm around her shoulder.
The 18-year-old's humble and innocent nature seemed out of
place amongst this group of older counterparts.
One of my early priorities would surely be to get Lindsay
to open up to us over the coming days and weeks. Being a
sheltered farm girl from Ohio who just graduated from high
school a mere three days ago, everything here may have been
too much for her to digest all at once.
Maybe I was wrong - it has happened many times before, of
course - but I got the sense that Lindsay seemed somewhat
intimidated by all of the things that were happening around
her so fast. With her humble upbringing thus far in life,
one could definitely understand why.
"Alcohol is bad for you," Devon added, slowly guiding
Lindsay away. "Let's go into the kitchen and see if we can
find something good for you to drink, like a soda."
"Help yourself to anything you want," I told the girls.
"This is all here for you to enjoy. There are plenty of
drinks behind the counter where Amy and Stephanie are, and
much more in the walk-in cooler in the kitchen."
Louisa, the elderly housekeeper, had set up a large table
with baskets of fruit in the dining room with lots 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. Devon and Pamela were
quick to offer their services, so I took them to the main
carport and the three of us hopped into the Jeep. Driving
to the dock was much longer in distance than walking to it,
but the amount of time was basically the same.
In a few minutes, Devon, Pamela 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.
Before they left, however, I reminded them that the big
reception party was at 9:00pm tonight. Everyone had to
attend. Once I made that point abundantly clear to them,
I decided to head off toward my own suite.
* * *
To the right of the anteroom was the master bedroom. My
own personal haven, the domed ceiling detail above the bed
incorporated 100 fiber optic stars which twinkled in the
dark. The illusion was that a seven foot opening had been
carved through the roof to reveal the evening sky. It had
fooled the vast majority of those who had been here at night.
They wondered why there was such a "big hole" in the roof.
My little niece once asked if a meteorite had struck here!
With a single touch of the automated system, a seven foot
wide screen slowly dropped from the ceiling directly in front
of the bed. At the same time, the lights dimmed, any music
playing ceased, and the bedroom was suddenly transformed into
a nighttime theater. One had a choice of digital television
or DVD playback for the big screen.
Across from the bed was a sitting area that was stepped
up from the rest of the room. This large space included a
desk on one side next to a window with a full view of the
outdoors and, on the opposite side, a morning kitchen with
a refrigerator, sink, counter space and bar.
The master bath was to the left side of the anteroom. A
whirlpool spa was positioned to maximize the view of the
scenic south beach in the distance. Sunk into a black
granite surface, the tub offered side-by-side seating to
enjoy the outdoor scenery or a DVD movie on the flat panel
screen in the wall beside the bath. The ceiling overhead
featured a painted tropical sky with its orange hue dabbed
with wispy clouds. The floor was heated to alleviate any
cold chills after stepping out of the spa.
But my destination at this moment in time was completely
sealed from all other areas of the mansion. Its entrance
was behind a wall panel within my private suite that gave no
indication whatsoever that it was hiding anything.
To access it, I had to punch in a detailed security code
on the LCD panel. After doing so, the computer wanted voice
verification. After saying my name outloud, the wall opened
and suddenly, the secret room was revealed.
Inside, I flipped a metal switch and the wall slid back to
its former place. There were a large spread of television
monitors, each of which surveyed different places both in
and around the mansion. I had hidden cameras - large and
small alike - scattered everywhere on the island. There was
literally no place that one of my cameras would not pick up.
With all activities being recorded and archived into the
computer (the lone exception being the housekeeper's private
quarters), I could also re-live anything which took place
over the next ten weeks with the touch of a single button.
The cameras were linked to motion detectors (also hidden)
and when activated, the screens instantly came alive.
Yes - I had built myself quite the voyeur room. With the
help of a UNIX server and a large satellite dish next to the
garden on the roof, I could 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
second guest suite - which Pamela and Amy were occupying.
Pamela was seated at the 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 exclaimed. "That
long airline flight, from Cincinnati to Miami, 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 mused.
"They are called pereos." Wow, I said inwardly. Pamela was
sharp. I was surprised that Pamela knew what a pereo was -
considering that she was a life-long resident of Maryland.
Then again, I reminded myself, Pamela was a member of Mensa.
She was certainly not the stereotypical exotic dancer.
"Oh, neat," Amy responded. "Natives wear pereos? 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. 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. She was gorgeous!
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 looking at her
room-mate once again. "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
friend, "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 $100,000 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 Amy 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 one-hundred-K. I could
use it toward tuition, and a new car. I could use one."
Amy made a face. "I thought you said you made $125,000
last year as a stripper. You need a new car?"
The 27-year-old laughed. "I held onto the Pamelamobile
for too long. It's time to let go."
"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 28-year-old grabbed some towels
and followed Pamela toward the entrance to their personal
restroom. As could be expected, both of them were impressed
with what they saw once entering the restroom. There were
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. And why not?
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
and 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. Maybe I would personally
get to show it to them one day? I sure hope so.
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 one, 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 a second later by Pamela.
My interest level perked up once Pamela and Amy came into
view upon 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 toward 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 tanned
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 pleasing, 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 a self-induced 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 girlfriend 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 if 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 its very own paradise for me!
I moaned like a madman 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 the 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 exotic dancer 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.
She seemed to genuinely enjoy doing this for Pamela.
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.
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 this 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 and prepare for the big-time reception party which
would take place in the spacious dining room tonight.
* * *
All of the ladies showed up that evening at the right
time - 9:00pm. 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 76-year-old fixed a meal which I did not like,
or fully appreciate. Tonight would be no exception.
In addition to fruit juices of all varieties, other
beverages, such as bottled water, coffee and iced tea, 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 27-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. These are certainly not
the qualities that one usually associates with a stripper.
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."
"I bet there are lots of rules, aren't there?"
I shrugged my shoulders. "I can't answer that."
"I knew it!" Amy huffed, even stomping her foot. She was
obviously an expert at seduction. "But I wish I knew what
the rules were. I mean, a girl does have certain needs, but
I would not want to break any of your rules."
"Needs?" I asked, my 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 fretted. "But if I asked you in private... would
that be okay? Could I do that? Please?"
"You can ask me anything, at any time, any place."
"Oh, good! I'll be sure to remember that."
I looked around and murmured, "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 two-some, but heard Amy say
to Pamela, "Do you think it was okay for me to ask him that?
I hope I didn't cross the line, or anything."
"You're fine," she spoke. "I mean, he SAID it was okay."
Devon and Stephanie 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!
Who could blame her for such a wonderful thing?
"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. You did say, Jeremy, that
you would take us on a hike of the island tomorrow."
"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. I was stunned!
Devon grinned and responded, "That was the first kiss of
many between us, hopefully." Stephanie cooed at those words,
as did Pamela and Amy (both of whom were closeby), while I
tried to make sense of this. Both hands clutched together
at her waist, Devon simply continued to look at me and grin.
Still feeling a bit flustered, I managed to put forth 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 Lindsay and Trish. 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 that 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.
"You can do whatever you want," I said to Devon, before
turning and slowly walking away.
"But you don't understand," Lindsay spoke to Trish in a
hushed tone, as I approached them from behind. "It's not
that I've never been with another girl. I've never been
with anyone before - boy or girl - period. I'm a virgin..."
"You're a VIRGIN?" Trish exclaimed, but keeping her voice
low so the others would not hear her.
Unfortunately for the two ladies, however, I was standing
directly behind them. Trish turned and looked at me, then
brought a hand to her mouth and sighed. Meanwhile, Lindsay
looked shell-shocked. Was the fact that she was a virgin
supposed to be kept a secret? It sure appeared that way...
Trying to inject a little bit of humor into the mix, I
patted my right ear with an open hand several times. "What
did you say? I've been having problems with my ears lately.
There are certain times when I just can't hear a thing."
Lindsay seemed to appreciate my response, but continued
to pout anyway. "Please don't tell the others, Jeremy. I
beg of you... PLEASE! It's a personal and private thing. I
was only telling Trish here because she has been the nicest
to me thus far, and she is my room-mate."
I smiled at her. "I said I've been having problems with
my ears. I didn't hear anything. I cannot tell the others
something that I did not hear. So your secret is safe."
Lindsay suddenly looked relieved. "Thank you."
It should come as no great surprise that Lindsay was an
early favorite of mine as well. It was easy to understand
why just by looking at her. The 18-year-old appeared to be
nothing more than a delicious, tempting little girl every
single time that I laid my eyes upon her thus far today.
Her pristine, long-flowing blonde hair tied into a bushy
pony-tail was enough to drive any man insane by itself. Her
hair was so shiny and immaculate; it glowed in the light.
But there was plenty more - her wholesome, sweet-cheeks
face and her sexy mouth enhanced with its pink, glossy lips.
Lindsay had a smile which could make my heart flutter. Of
course, one could never forget that lithe, slender figure of
hers, either. At 5-foot-3 and 95 pounds, it seemed as if
Lindsay belonged on a homecoming float somewhere right now.
She surely did not belong in a hedonistic haven such as this
island. On the other hand, though, I was glad she was here.
Lindsay's innocent, country bumpkin demeanor was what got
me most about her, though. One could easily tell that she
had spent a secluded life growing up in a small rural town.
But now, she wanted to branch out and do a little exploring.
Discounting the $100,000 in guaranteed earnings, it was her
primary reason for coming to the island.
The little sweetheart received extra points, at least in
my book, for still being a virgin. Devon was my current
favorite, yes, but Lindsay was nipping at her heels.
"How are the two of you enjoying your time thus far on
the island?" I asked both Lindsay and Trish.
"This place is beautiful," Trish responded. "I know I
sound like all the others, but it's the truth. This is way
better than I ever imagined it would be. They certainly
don't have any places like this in Canada."
I nodded my head and smiled. "Wait until our nature hike
tomorrow. You will be awestruck... trust me."
Speaking of being awestruck, that was personally how I
felt right now. I was such a lucky man to have been able to
surround myself with this group of lovely women...
* * *
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. Remember,
my personal suite is on the other side of the mansion from
where all of your rooms are. If you have any questions or
concerns, suggestions, whatever... 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 ten minutes. One could say that I did have a
live-in housekeeper to do this job for me, but Louisa was a
senior citizen and I felt as if 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
some of 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 the first guest suite with Stephanie.
Judging from her words, the 26-year-old 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?
What man hasn't dreamed of a shapely blonde with a small,
rail-thin waist, with the face of an angel to boot?
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 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 parents anymore. I
wanted to get away from them more than anything else."
"Oh," Stephanie replied, looking hurt. "Did your parents
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 mused, "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. I appreciate them."
"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 them 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 must really like him," Stephanie grinned.
"Most definitely," the blonde returned.
My attention was diverted as I noticed in the third guest
suite, there was what appeared to be a little girl seated on
the far bed. She was wearing white pajamas that had feet in
them, with yellow duckie designs all around. My God...
"I just never found the right person to give myself to
yet," Lindsay said, as I flipped the audio switch on for the
room that she shared with Trish. "I want my first time to
be very special and wonderful. Is that too much to ask? I
want to look back 50 years from now and not regret one thing
about it. That is why I've waited this long. I had lots of
opportunities with guys in high school but I never found the
right one. I guess I'm a little old-fashioned..."
"There's nothing wrong with that," Trish, who was seated
on the opposite bed, told her. But why did you come here,
knowing what this place would be like?"
"For the money," Lindsay admitted. "For the money. I...
I know it will happen here. I just want to feel comfortable
and secure with whomever it happens to be. I guess I won't
be in love, but I at least want it to be with a friend. I
don't have any friends here yet because we just met today."
"I'm your friend," Trish cooed.
Lindsay seemed to fidget about at those words. "I have
never had a girlfriend, unfortunately, and I've only had a
couple of boyfriends. I've always been curious about other
girls but have always been too afraid to approach them. I
live in a really small town and if word got out... OHHHHH...
I don't even want to think about it. But I've dreamed of
one day having a girlfriend for probably five or six years."
Trish smiled and winked an eye. "I want to be the one
who makes your dreams come true. I'd be honored."
Lindsay gulped her throat, then pointed toward the nearby
restroom. "I think I'm gonna take a bath in the jacuzzi.
Never been in one of them before." She smiled at Trish and
added, "I'm only staying in there for a half-hour, though.
I'm really tired and want to go to sleep. I can't believe
that it's almost midnight. I never flew so far before in an
airplane before. I don't even like being in them."
Trish grinned and waved at Lindsay as she made her way
into the restroom. "Have fun in the jacuzzi..."
Of course, with Lindsay stepping into the restroom and
triggering its motion detector, the corresponding monitor
here in the voyeur room came to life. After closing the
door, Lindsay went over to the tub and turned its water on.
She adjusted its temperature to her liking and then allowed
the tub to begin to fill with water. A moment later, the
little blonde leaned against the sinktop and began tugging
at the feet part of her pajama bottoms. Decision time...
What should I do? I was presented with the opportunity
to sit back here in my voyeur room and watch Lindsay peel
away her entire pajama suit from her heavenly body, only to
then submerge herself into the luxurious whirlpool bathtub.
Of course, I could throw another descriptor onto that body
of hers, too - virginal. Lindsay was a virgin and thus, no
one had ever been graced with the sight of her nude body.
But the moment was here. It was mine for the taking...
It should not come as any shocking surprise that the very
moment Lindsay began to tug her pajama bottoms downward, I
temporarily deactivated the camera in the restroom, thus
causing the monitor in front of me to go blank.
I simply could not bring myself to spy on Lindsay in such
a private moment. Until she was comfortable sharing her
body with others, it would not be right of me to eavesdrop
as she took a bath. I could never do that to a virgin.
But none of the other ladies here were virgins.
Back in their guest suite, Trish was eyeing the closed
restroom door while gently caressing and prodding each of
her large, beautiful breasts with an open hand through the
t-shirt that she wore. Judging by what had transpired thus
far, it was obvious that Trish wanted the opportunity to get
to know Lindsay. I got the sense that she actually wanted
to care about Lindsay as a person. But by watching her now
upon the surveillance monitor, I could easily tell that Trish
had a serious physical attraction for Lindsay, too.
Trish's green eyes were glazed over as she continued to
stare at the closed restroom door, while also still rubbing
her breasts through the fabric of her t-shirt. There was
one thing on her mind, and it was obvious. The 27-year-old
was fascinating about the very thing I chose to forego just
seconds ago. What did Lindsay look like without her pajamas?
Trish let out a long-winded sigh and now used both hands
to generously cup and squeeze her breasts. The busty vixen
glanced at the door again, then gently murmured, "Oh God...
Lindsay is so pretty." My eyes wide as I watched her, Trish
settled down onto the mattress and moaned out in arousal.
Before gliding her right hand underneath the waistband of
her shorts, Trish looked at the restroom door yet again. It
seemed as if she wanted to make certain that Lindsay would
not be stepping out anytime soon. Satisfied for now, Trish
groaned out as she slid several fingers between her thighs.
The young woman's body began to squirm and writhe about
upon the bed, albeit in a gentle fashion, as she twiddled
away at her pussy with a bevy of fingers. Her shorts were
blue and made of cotton, and were quite a snug fit. Though
I could not see Trish's pussy as she massaged it, I followed
the plight of her long, supple fingers through the fabric.
"Hmmmmm," she sighed, her knees now in the air and feet
flat upon the bed. "I want to love that girl so much..."
Inside the voyeur room, I could not resist the urge to
withdraw my throbbing cock from my own shorts and feverishly
stroke it in the open air. Trish came across as very classy
and distinguished, so having the opportunity to watch her as
she masturbated in this private moment was very special. It
was also incredibly naughty, but I could not help myself.
Trish licked her lips as her actions upon the bed became
more animated. Her knees still in the air, those legs were
moving as she continued pleasuring her pussy with her right
hand. With her left, she traced it across the outline of
her breasts. Wow, I said to myself. What a goddess...
I should have felt guilty for spying on Trish, but I
didn't. The sexual voyeur in me always won out over my
decent, logical side in the end - with the lone exception of
Lindsay. Though my voyeuristic side wanted me to, I could
not bring myself to eavesdrop on an untouched virgin. All
of the other ladies, though, were obviously fair game.
"Let's get off together," I growled outloud in the voyeur
room, busily frigging my cock, my eyes transfixed upon that
one monitor. "Come on, sweetheart. Get yourself off. Get
yourself off, and help ME get off, too."
Trish giggled as I said those words. I wondered if she
was fantasizing about what it would be like to do the things
to Lindsay's sweet pussy that she was now doing to her own.
I did not need to wonder. That was obviously on her mind.
"Hmmmmm..." Trish soon moaned, her movements becoming
even more agitated. She was fingering her pussy nice and
fast now. Her moans were becoming more prevalent, too.
I almost blew my load as Trish used her free hand to
pull a white vibrator out from underneath the pillow. It
looked like one of those "magic wands" which I had saw so
many times in adult mail-order catalogs. Trish held the
pleasure tool above her face for an instant and giggled to
herself. "Why... it's Mr. Happy time!"
But when Trish began nudging her shorts downward, there
was a noise from elsewhere in the suite. Trish jerked about
and instantly sat up as if she had just heard a gunshot go
off. In reality, it was the sound of the restroom door being
unlocked from the inside, then opened.
In her haste to not get caught "in the act", Trish was
able to stash the vibrator underneath the pillow behind her.
But her posture was erect and straight, and she had quite
the guilty, dumbfounded expression upon her face as Lindsay
glared at her with a very peculiar, odd look.
"Is everything okay?"
"Oh... yeah," Trish nodded, her breathing ragged. She
tried to compose herself. "Oh... yeah. I was... I was...
you... you startled me! Yes! You startled me! That's all.
I was... I was about to doze off." Trish vigorously shook
her head and then did her best to come across as an innocent.
"I thought you were going to take a bath?"
With her yellow-duckied pajamas still on, Lindsay pointed
toward the suitcase that was perched atop her own bed. "I
forgot my hair dryer," she said, that same odd look upon her
beautiful face. "I... I think I'll get it now." Lindsay
quickly stepped toward the bed and retrieved the hair dryer.
She offered Trish one more strange look, then backed her
way into the restroom and closed (and locked) the door.
Trish sighed deeply and brought her right hand to her
face. She rubbed her eyes with her thumb and forefinger,
then shook her head and sighed again. "That was close," she
breathed. "I need some fresh air." A moment later, Trish
rose to her feet and quickly exited the suite.
In the voyeur room, I shook my head as well. I got the
impression that Lindsay knew Trish was not being completely
truthful with her. But at the same time, I do not believe
that Lindsay had any clue that Trish had been masturbating.
Even more, masturbating to the thought of Lindsay herself.
Trish was EXTREMELY lucky that she did not get caught...
The sight of Lindsay in her pajamas - which did nothing
but make her appear even younger - coupled with the fact
that she was an untouched virgin made my senses shift into
overdrive. I continually stroked my cock here in the voyeur
room, fantasizing about what it would be like to take this
erection and insert it into that sweet, little mouth of hers.
I wanted to deflower Lindsay's pussy more than anything!
On the other hand, I would only do those things to Lindsay
if she were to afford me the opportunity. I was not going to
be forceful or try to sway her opinion toward me at all. I
was not the type of person to do such things.
I may have naughty thoughts, indeed, but I pride myself
in being a gentleman and thus, my actions would always be
totally pure and sincere. All one had to do is point toward
my turning off the hidden survelliance camera in the restroom
once Lindsay started getting ready for her dip in the tub. I
would feel so very guilty now if I actually spied on her.
Over the course of a few hours, I had gone from Pamela
being my favorite to Devon, and now Lindsay. Yes, Lindsay
was my new favorite. There was something to be said about
her sweet innocence and wholesome good looks. I found that
naive farmgirl aura she displayed to be very magnetic, too.
Suddenly, Lindsay was no longer on my mind.
The surveillance monitor which displayed the long 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. She even went
right past the glass wall (and all of its shimmering lights)
that I spoke of earlier, and paid it no attention whatsoever.
It was crystal-clear what she had in mind.
I growled at the sight of the loaded red-head in the
flimsy piece of lingerie as she took in 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,
my erection felt as though it was going to burst.
"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 do have a
friend - a lady named Kristanna - who visits me on occasion.
But I don't see her quite as often as I'd like to."
"I mean, you're a normal man, right?" she continued. "I
mean, you have... needs, right?"
"I sure do." I looked at Amy and could not 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 be much more
uncomfortable with sticky, wet shorts."
"Well, let's take care of that." Amy grinned and reached
for my zipper, then tugged it downward. Her hand slid inside
and immediately wrapped itself around my throbbing erection.
Her long, slender fingers 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
did not know how much longer I could hold out.
"I... I... I feel much more... comfortable."
"That's good to know," the 28-year-old cooed, 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 our kiss
off. "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.
"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. These
beautiful girls all around me, anticipating what the summer
has in store. Plain and simple, I want to get fucked." Amy
offered another beguiling smile as she leaned forward, her
eyes never leaving mine. "I am here solely for your pleasure
tonight, Jeremy. I want to make you happy."
"How about this, dear?" I countered. "I want to make you
happy. Why don't you use me for your pleasure tonight?" It
probably was not all that often when someone actually refused
a personal offer from Amy to use her as his or her plaything.
Amy looked surprised at the rejection, but stepped forward
and attached her lips to mine for yet another heated kiss. I
responded immediately by wrapping both arms around her hot,
curvaceous 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 in the lush, 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 good 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... 37 men, and 11 women. Yes."
I smiled, thinking to myself that Amy was definitely not
a virgin. The bloom went off this rose long ago, but that
was perfectly fine to me. "That's an awful lot of partners.
You're only a few months younger than me."
"What can I say?" Amy countered. "I'm a slut. I once was
gang-banged by 20 men... all at the same time. 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."
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, needless to say, 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 nymphomaniac'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 boom 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-winded growl of ultimate desire.
I could feel the thick sperm just pulsing outward from my
cock, filling and flooding Amy's hot, thirsty pussy. The
28-year-old 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 simply could not 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 totally worn me out.
"I'd love to stay and fuck the night away," Amy swooned.
"But I told Pamela that we could stay up tonight, and talk.
Pamela logged a good eight hours in the air today just like
I did. I want to catch her before she falls asleep."
"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. Wow,
I said to myself. What a luscious ass...
* * *
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. I loaded up footage from just
moments ago and smiled at what I saw.
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 burned a DVD copy of the whole encounter, knowing that
it would make a good keepsake for the future - maybe 20 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 would probably have truckloads of
DVDs 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... and did I mention that Amy was my new favorite?
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