Island Paradise Part II

Author’s note:

Please accept my sincere apologies to anyone who’s been waiting for the next episode. I can’t tell you how frustrating I find it for others to stop part way through a series and run out of steam. And yet that’s exactly what I appear to have done. Sorry again. More episodes to follow as I’m back to enjoying writing as well as reading again, my enthusiasm aroused by the Quaranteam adventures. CorruptingPower has been a real inspiration.

Miss Jones awoke with a start. Dragged out of her deeply satisfying sleep, she felt hands all over her, covering her eyes, binding her wrists and ankles. Then she felt herself lifted up, dangling below a pole, hanging like a highland deer, completely naked.

She felt herself carried along, down some stairs and into a room that felt, to her, like a dungeon. The air was definitely cooler down here. She couldn’t see a thing as she’d been very thoroughly blindfolded.

The next thing she knew, she was bent forward over a box or something, her ankles untied and then re-tied either side of the box thing. She was so exposed! Who was there in the room with her? How many people were there looking at her? Eyeing her up like a piece of meat?

“Good, that’s her trussed up”, a gruff female voice said. Miss Jones knew straight away who it was of course, which was both reassuring but alarming in another way. Another woman might know better how far she could be pushed, what she could take without being broken…

“Is she wet?…. What do you mean, you don’t know?… Feel her, finger her. Yes, she is isn’t she? Dripping I’ll bet, ready for a good fucking.”

Miss Jones knew what they’d find, before she felt hard male fingers stroking between her legs, but she couldn’t understand why she was getting so excited? If she was going to be fucked by those gorgeous young boys, then the eye candy of their slender, tanned torsos was part of the enjoyment, the sheen on a young man’s brow as he ploughed her hard…

FGV (female gruff voice, as Miss Jones now thought of her) laughed harshly, pulling her out of her daydream. Or was it her nightmare?

“All right, boys, it’s time to get to work. Give it to her as hard as you can, don’t hold back.”

Was there some rule, she wondered that meant only FGV was going to speak? It seemed that way. At that moment, she felt both her pairs of lips parted, simultaneously. Suddenly nothing else mattered except the two delightful cocks penetrating her. She let her tongue and lips swirl all round the head of the one in her mouth. Enjoying the warmth, the saltiness, the manly taste of it. Then it started to move, like a steam train, building up speed. Oh, but the other cock, that was already going along nicely, and pretty soon, she could feel the pounding of being fucked from behind. The bump of muscular thighs against her buttocks, and the slapping of hairy balls against her clit, the plunging feeling of that cock deep inside her. Oh, this was a fine one, long and thick, filling her up nicely. She couldn’t move much but just enough to meet the thrust so it went in as far as she could get it. And her thrusting back and forth got the other cock deeper into her mouth, almost far enough to lick his balls.

“Boys, you know the rules… don’t cum in her, just on her. Don’t hold back, you can always have another round.”

FGV was in coaching mode now, she thought, and maybe she knows what’s coming soon, ha ha. Sure enough, the two lovely boys pulled out and she could feeling a warm splashing over her buttocks and on her face. A taste would have been nice, she wondered, but that thought was rapidly forced from her body by two new delights.

Different shapes, but just as good. A longer thinner one in her mouth and a fatter one stretching her pussy. Probably how she liked it best, she thought. Then her mind wandered to how many ‘bad’ cocks she’d ever had? Hardly ever. That one drunken fuck one Friday night when he’d lasted twenty seconds and then passed out? Or that time when that guy just couldn’t manage to get it up at all? That was the most frustrating of all. And even it wasn’t the cock that was bad, just the bloke on the other end of it. But these young boys with their steely hard cocks, it was heaven. These two, she knew, were hot to trot, she could feel it, sense it, that they weren’t going to last long. And who cared about that when there were so many other taxis on the rank? Sure enough, they both pulled out pretty soon and her body was splashed again.

No sooner were they gone, than her aching holes were filled again. This was different though. Mostly the island boys were young, cute, and prepared to be submissive to whatever Madame desired. The man behind her, though, was definitely a Bull. He was in control, not just of her, but the one in her mouth too? Mouth-cock was passive, letting Bull push her forwards and backwards onto Mouthy. How could she be enjoying this so much? What sort of twenty first century woman was supposed to enjoy being a fuck escort bayan şişli toy for unlimited men? Whilst it wasn’t right, she was absolutely enjoying it, she fucking loved it. It wasn’t meant to last long, and it didn’t. Pretty soon, these two were done too, and she received another good splashing.

She opened her mouth and spread her legs for Round 4. But it was not to be. FGV laughed, a panto villain laugh.

“Boys, I think two cocks at a time isn’t enough for this one. Let’s see how many she can take at once.”

Clearly the boys knew what to do: there’d been some prior planning. Before she knew it, there was some liquid dribbled down her bum-crack. Then a manly digit gently wandered between her bum cheeks. Then, oh so slowly, the firm digit squeezed past her sphincter. She gasped. With shock, with the audacity of it, with pleasure.

“She likes it!” FGV exclaimed. “Untie her, get her off that box. You! Lie down. Now you four – lift her off and impale her on that thing.”

She felt four pairs of hands lift her off – one pair behind each of her knees and one pair under each shoulder. She felt a shiver of tactile pleasure as she was manhandled so easily.

That was nothing to the pleasure of having her legs pulled apart and being lowered onto a thick cock. Was it Bull again? It felt like it. Good, she thought, he’s just cum once so I’ve got him inside me for longer this time. Oh, God, why am I so addicted to cock? I can’t seem to get enough! At least I’m in the right place, there’s plenty of gorgeous young cock here, almost on tap.

Her thoughts were disturbed – by two further penetrations – in her mouth, then slowly, deliberately and inexorably, her anal passage was being invaded. Thinish, she thought, but long, more than deep enough to rearrange her intestines. Then it was steam engine time again as the pistonning in and out of her mouth and arse got faster and harder. Bull wasn’t moving, he just lay there, enveloping her in his strong, muscular arms, vice-like, leaving her motionless and helpless, whilst thin cock’s back and forth movements forced her deeply onto both cocks at once.

A phrase popped into her head: ‘Where would you rather be?’ ‘Nowhere’, was her internal reply.

The boys weren’t satisfied with three cocks penetrating her, oh no.

“Good work boys, well done, you’ve got her airtight. Now let’s get some more of you involved.”

‘Could it get better?’ she thought. ‘Yes!’

Slowly her hands were wrapped around yet more irresistible shafts of man meat. Each young man took hold of her wrists and started pumping up and down. They pumped for a while, but she was more than happy to take over. She pumped them as hard and fast as she could and pretty soon Left Hand Hunk was gasping. Not long to go, she thought. Sure enough, a generous splash on her left cheek told her he was done. Seconds later, her hand was wrapped around another cock. Then RHH started gasping too – another splash, then another cock in her hand.

As much as it was possible with five to deal with, Miss Jones started wondering how many wonderful cocks she had coming, as it were. Were they just going to keep fucking her every which way until they couldn’t cum any more? These young guys might manage lots and lots of times. ‘Then’, she thought determinedly to herself, ‘I’m going to out do them. They’re going to run out of cum before I run out of enthusiasm.’

As well as the two hand jobs she was giving, the two fucking her mouth and arse were getting close. They certainly hadn’t held back and were giving her their best. There was an acceleration about the boy fucking her mouth and suddenly her pulled out and spunked onto her left shoulder. Not so much cum this time, she thought, that’s certainly not his first. Then another dosing of cum onto her buttocks. Bull was still embedded in her pussy, he just felt so good inside her, like something she’d never felt before. He really did fill her. He was in the right place, for sure, she thought he was a bit big for her mouth and way too big for her arse.

Then, she took a couple more – one in her mouth, and one from behind. She couldn’t speak, but surely opening and closing her hands, then simulating a pumping up and down motion was clear? Why weren’t they giving her more cock? Sadly, she was frustrated by only taking three cocks at once. At least they were vigorous, and arse-fucker and mouth-fucker gave it their all. And then, they too were done, another glazing of cum.

That left her on top of Bull, who certainly hadn’t cum more than once. There didn’t seem to be anyone else left. There was a strange silence about the room.

“All right, you useless fuckers, you’re almost all done. There’s just one final act to play out.”

That sounded ominous, she thought. Bull pulled out of her, and without exerting himself too much, flipped her onto all fours.

Oh God, what’s he going to do to me? He’s too big for my arsehole, I can’t take that baseball bat up there. But, to mecidiyeköy escort her relief, after all that hard, fast fucking, it was no more anal sex for her tonight. Instead, Bull simply lined her up and fucked her. It was pretty straightforward, animal fucking. ‘Get on your knees and get fucked’, kind of sex. It was not like she minded, he was probably the best fuck of all. She didn’t think she was a size queen but maybe she was after all.

FGV’s voice cut through. “Fuck her. Fuck her, fuck her harder. I want you to cum inside her. That’s your reward. That’s it, you fuck her, that’s it, harder, harder.”

There was something incredibly arousing about hearing someone almost coaching her lover, telling him what she wanted. Just being used as his sex toy. He fucked her hard then fucked her harder. It wasn’t enough for FGV.

“That’s it, give it to her, she’s not had enough yet, you’re the one to finish her off. Go on, do it, fuck her harder, CUM IN HER.”

That final emphasis was enough to finish him. Hmm, even Bull had a superior, a Mistress. Or maybe even he knew who signed the paychecks. But that was it, Bull finished inside her, and after a little while, he gently withdrew.

There were no more words, but she was lovingly and caringly lifted off Bull, gently cleaned off, with a damp cloth then with soft towels. Then dressed in silk pajamas and carried in the arms of a strong young man. In her dreams it was Bull, but it didn’t matter, she was already dozing as he carried her back to her room. And she was pretty much asleep before the oh so gentle male hands tucked her under the covers.

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Miss Jones awoke in the morning feeling, well, sore. She could feel that she’d been very well fucked in all her holes. Her jaw ached from sucking cock, her wrists ached from giving handjobs, and down below it really, really hurt, like she was never going to sit down again. Standing desk anyone?

There was such a weird feeling about her body, she wasn’t thinking about men. Had she ever felt less like sex than now?

There was a knock at the door. She answered in her pajamas, and the young man offered her a silver platter with a folded piece of paper. It was from Miss Davenport, of course.

“Dear Miss Jones,

I do hope you have slept well. I have organised a relaxing salt bath for you, followed by an eight handed massage. Afterwards, if you’d care to join me on the patio for a late breakfast, there are matters to discuss – don’t worry, all positive.

Miss D”

“Five minutes, young man, and I’ll be ready.”

“Of course, Madame, I will wait outside.”

No shower needed, but what to wear? Did it really matter? She was having a bath! Then a massage. All it needed was one of those gorgeous fluffy dressing gowns…

“Let’s go!”, she said to Junior outside. “Take me to the baths.”

A few twists and turns, up and down a few flights of stairs and into a lovely room. East facing, she thought, with a large bath, steaming already, and the whole wall was glass with sliding doors. The morning light flooded in delightfully.

“Anything you’d like, Madame?”

“Double espresso, please. And another one in about fifteen minutes.”

The bath was an absolute delight. She sank into it, and could immediately feel the salts getting to work on her pussy and her arse. They needed the relaxing and soothing treatment they could get.

The first coffee slipped down very nicely. And before she knew it, the second coffee had arrived. Was that really fifteen minutes? Well, she was certainly feeling awake now. Ready for the massage. Eight hands?? How delightful! Her pussy twitched. Okay, so that was the brief, ‘I don’t feel like sex’ period over. It hadn’t taken more than two espressos and a salt bath.

A little more lingering in the salty water and it was time to move on. There was a convenient bell on the nearby table, and ringing it summoned the boy.

“Madame?”

“To my massage, please.”

“Mais bien sûr, Madame, suivez mois, s’il vouz plaît.”

The jeune homme, as she thought of him, led her away, to the right then left. His cute arse held her mesmerised and it was very, very easy to follow.

“Ici, Madame”, he indicated, opening a door into a low-ceilinged room. It was lit only by candlelight, and lined up obediently against the opposite wall, were three gorgeous young men. Each was dressed only in a pair of very short white shorts, and nothing else but a pair of white flip flops. And, furthermore, to greet her was the man in charge, the dominant male, who politely invited her in.

He was something else, a spectacular example of manly physique,…

Oh, this was Bull, the man of her dreams from her nocturnal adventures. Chiseled abs, strong muscular legs, broad shoulders. Mmm, that’s how I like them. Handsome face too, maybe thirties?

‘Don’t give it away, you’re Madame, you’re in charge’ she thought to herself. Keep the poise, keep the superiority.’

“Is Madame bayan escort mecidiyeköy ready for her massage?” The deep, melodic voice was just as sexy as the rest of him, with a hint of a French accent, maybe colonial French?

All she could do was nod and slip out of her dressing gown. An eye mask was placed over her eyes and hooked around her head. She placed herself face down on the massage table, closed her eyes and relaxed, allowing herself to enjoy what turned out to be the best massage she’d ever had, bar none.

A little oil was dribbled onto her shoulders and back. Two pairs of hands were straight onto her shoulder blades; two more onto her lower back. Several minutes of gentle rubbing, gradually getting firmer followed by a shift downwards.

Now two pairs of hands on her buttocks and two pairs on her lower back. Oh my God, that feels good, she thought. It was already the most erotic massage she’d ever had, and they hadn’t even touched her nipples or her pussy lips or her clit, which were all screaming for some attention.

The two pairs of hands her bum cheeks took it it turn to gradually drag their fingers along her crack, teasing her sensitive and still sore bum hole, but stopping short of her pussy. Why, why, why? Don’t stop, go lower! She spread her legs a little wider, wiggling her buttocks, inviting, exhorting, begging them to touch her more intimately.

But still they teased her. They shifted lower, four hands firmly massaging her thighs and two new pairs on her arse. Finally a bit of desperately needed attention, as their fingers drifted down between her legs. The way they alternated meant that she was constantly being rubbed by stiff fingers. It was building very rapidly to a long awaited orgasm. They sensed it, and backed off before she could get too close.

‘Shit!’, she thought, ‘not only am I getting the best rub-down of my life, they’re going to edge me too! Can I handle it? Please, just make me cum!’

The massage resumed once her levels of arousal had calmed down a bit, but they seemed determined to deny her needs. A bit more massaging down to her thighs, calves ankles and there was a pause. She couldn’t see what they were doing or where they were, but suddenly she felt hands under her body and being thrown in the air! Then caught, and gently laid down on her back. The massage began again. That was quite a party trick!

Two pairs of hands on her scalp, two on her shoulders. Lovely! Then they moved along, more on her shoulders, and then, finally, her tits got the attention they desired. Two hands on each breast, rubbing, massaging, stroking, tweaking… then licking, sucking, biting.

The other two masseuses weren’t idle, either. They went, very quickly and enthusiastically, for her pussy.

‘No more edging, just make me cum!’ she thought.

They played, her rubbed her, then dived in. Not with tongues, but sixteen fingers, penetrating, rubbing, pushing, FUCKING! Finally, yes, getting fucked, finger fucked again and again, by lovely, stiff manly digits.

(Two by two – that’s biblical!) she thought. It felt like four inside her, whilst many more rubbed her, pulled at her labia and made sure that her pussy was more loved and worshipped than she’d ever known.

Then the most fabulous orgasm erupted from inside her, building, building, building until the explosion was immense, more than anything she’d ever felt.

She lay back, quivering, not knowing how to deal with such powerful emotions and feelings.

A silence fell, respecting her powerful feelings, and she sensed the room emptying of those lovely men. Had they all gone, though? Some heavy breathing suggested otherwise.

“Madame, is there anything else you require?… Or would like to request?”

“Please remove my eye mask.”

“Certainly, Madame.”

The room was revealed… harsh light, massage table and no other furniture, only one person other than her. The other three gorgeous masseuses has gone, only one remained.

But Bull, he was magnificent, perfect, just so fuckable.

“Anything else Madame?”

He almost winked at her, he knew what she wanted. He knew that she wanted to be taken, used, fucked and enjoyed. She slipped off the massage table, then bent forwards, wiggling her bum at him invitingly. He got the message straight away, and before she knew it, he was buried deep inside.

“Mmm, just give it to me,” she asked.

He most definitely did. He held her hips firmly, and pulled her onto his cock. He was using her as his sex toy, using her as his sleeve. She absolutely loved it!

Then he changed, to pushing her, wedging her against the massage table and ravaging her. His pounding was relentless, so energetic. He was really getting into it now, forcing himself into her, again and again and again.

‘I don’t want this to stop’, she thought, ‘I’ve never enjoyed sex as much as this, never ever! It’s just so good.’

But it did have to stop, eventually. He was a man after all, and unlike her, he couldn’t just have relentless sex without a break every now and then. She could feel it building in him, his breath quickening, his gasps becoming shorter, his panting more noisy and more evident. Then it happened, he was finally spent, spurting up inside her. So lovely to have one of these boys cum in her not on her.