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  “Come in” came a man’s voice from inside. I walked in to see a tall blonde man, a few years older than me, late twenties to thirty I guessed. Short hair, strong looking, pale skin. Scandinavian? He was bare-chested with a white towel wrapped around his waist and I couldn’t help admiring his body. This guy, for his part, was not in any way shy like Ryan. He swaggered towards me confidently and openly looked me up and down, assessing. He smiled. “Shall we?” he said, indicating the padded bench.

  “Hm? Oh, yes” I replied. He clearly wasn’t one for much conversation. “Lie down please” I said.

  He obliged and I helped herself to a bottle of oil and a hand towel from the shelf. I had no massage training at all but I’d received them a few times on my travels so knew enough it give it a fair go. How hard could it be really, I’d thought. I squeezed some of the oil onto my hand and rubbed my hands together to get them warm and lubricated. Then I straddled his back, sitting over his towelled bottom, and began to rub my hands over his back and my thumbs up and down his spine as best I could remember the experience of having it done to me.

  He lay with his elbows out and his hands together under his head, and I couldn’t help looking at his bulging biceps and strong upper body. I leaned forward to move my hands to his shoulders and felt his muscles under my fingers. I pinched and squeezed his shoulders and neck, periodically breaking the routine to run down his spine again. He lay with his eyes closed and sighed contentedly at times.

  After a while he said “Do my front” and moved to roll over. I climbed off him and he rolled onto his back and shuffled back into position. There was a noticeable bulge in his towel but not yet a full erection. I knelt beside him, squeezed a little more oil onto my hand, rubbed my hands together again and then began to gently rub his torso and chest. His pecs felt hard and I concentrated on them and his firm, flat, stomach.

  While I massaged him, without saying a word he put his hand on my backside and began to stroke and squeeze my cheeks. He moved inwards and pressed his fingers in the crack, feeling my anus and sliding downwards to reach underneath my and explore there. The only sound was our breathing and I tried to contain mine although I was feeling pangs of anticipation at what was coming. The bulge under his towel had grown so I moved my hands down his torso to caress his lower stomach above the line of the towel and teasingly slipped my fingers under it a few times until the bulge had become a tent of impressive size.

  I wanted to get my hands on his member now. I reached for the towel and his hands joined mine in pulling it open. What I saw was magnificent - big, long and hard like his body. I put my hand on it and felt as if I was touching a piece of iron. It twitched in response to my touch and I grabbed the base and began to move my hand up and down the shaft. I massaged his scrotum and felt large testicles inside. I used two hands now, one squeezing and stroking his balls and the other gripping his shaft and moving it slowly up and down.

  I wasn’t sure of the etiquette with massage. Was I supposed to masturbate him to a climax? Was I supposed to screw him? At the moment he seemed content to leave it up to me. The sight of his cock, tall and proud as I pleasured him with my hands, was very appealing so I made a personal choice and bent over to get my head closer to it.

  I leaned forward and started to lick the tip, making delicate circles with my tongue. I kissed it a few times and placed my lips on it teasingly, and he responded by pushing upwards with his hips. I gripped the base and let my lips and mouth slide over the full tip, continuing to circle my tongue while I did this. He pushed upwards again, eager for me to take him all the way into my warm and wet mouth. I didn’t oblige him yet, continuing to pleasure the head and tip until my own desire compelled me to sink all the way down. He groaned and reached for my hair, taking a firm grip of it at the back of my head so he could direct me down and up while he eased his hips up and down against me.

  I loved the feel of him in my mouth and I wanted to bring him off, to hear him climax and taste his cum. I sucked him hard and fast, listening to his groans building, and felt him fucking my mouth at the same time. it did not take long until he cried out and I felt his cock spasm and his warm semen hit the back of my mouth. I sucked him until there was no more and his spasms subsided, and then I lifted my head and stroked his gleaming member with satisfaction. It had lost some hardness but, impressively, remained upright.

  I stood up beside the bench and waited. “Thank you” he said, and sat up. “Your turn.”

  “What?” I said, surprised.

  “For a massage. Lie down.” He reached for the button on my shorts and deftly undid it and the small zip. He pulled my shorts down and I climbed on to the bench and lay on my front. I wondered where he was going with this as he undid the knot on my bikini top to free my back, but then straight after he hooked his fingers into my bikini bottoms and pulled them down and off. “I will massage you, all over” he said, matter of factly, drawing a hand over my ass.

  I said nothing. He might be terse but he was strong and masculine, and after what I’d just done to him with my mouth I was ready for some relief of my own. I listened to the squeeze of the oil bottle and waited for him to put his hands on me. When he did he pressed firmly, as if he was trying to force the oil into my skin. He had a surprisingly expert touch and I couldn’t help but emit gasps of pleasure as he worked the different muscles in my back and shoulders. I felt embarrassed for my poor efforts now and thought maybe I should learn some of his technique!

  By the time he worked his way down my back I was relaxed and drowsy. He spent time on my behind, caressing both cheeks in a circular motion, one with each hand. Several times he drifted over the crack between them and slipped a finger lightly between my cheeks, delicately brushing my anus and causing me to twitch or clench involuntarily.

  His hands moved onto my legs, working downwards and kneading my calves with the same hard technique he had used on my upper body. His touch became lighter and he ever so gently pushed my legs apart and ran his hands softly up the inside of my thigh, making my quiver. I sighed, waiting for him to reach where I wanted to be touched.

  When his fingers reached the top of my legs and brushed against my pussy for the first time I uttered a soft “Mmm”. The oil on his hand and my own wetness allowed him to slip easily and oh so delightfully over my lips, and then between them as he found my slit and probed a finger gently inside me. While he played with my sex he ran his other hand along the side of my body to the side of my breast, and I twisted my body and eased my weight to the side to expose it for him, freeing a nipple for his hand to find and for him to circle it with his fingertips.

  I was lost in the pleasurable sensation of his oily fingers playing with me and lay there with my eyes closed, letting him caress and fondle me as he saw fit. And what he saw fit to do next, I learned, was rub his thumb back and forth over my asshole while his fingers continued to play with my pussy. I opened my mouth as my breathing became heavier and gasped when his thumb pressed its way into my rear hole. Now he was using his whole hand to probe me in both places at once and I felt he would soon bring me off if he kept this up.

  That was apparently not his intention though. Having played with me to his satisfaction he manoeuvred his body to climb onto the bench with his knees on either side of me. He took each of my hands in his, interlocked our fingers, and lay his body on top of mine. I realised then that his erection had returned as he began to ride it over the crevice between my bum cheeks.

  He used his mouth at this point, kissing and biting my neck and shoulders. I closed my eyes and lay beneath him, impressed that his cock was hard again so soon and feeling as if I needed him to use it on me, inside me, to bring on the orgasm I craved.

  He freed one hand from our interlocked fingers and reached under himself to redirect his cock downwards. Instead of running it over my bum crack he now aimed it between my legs, his tip finding my wet pussy and encroaching into it. “Oh god” I moaned and willed him to push it further inside me. He played with his tip
in and out of my entrance until I begged him, “please”, and only then did he drive its full length into me. “Fuuuckk” I breathed. He was so big it filled and stretched me, and I felt powerless yet deeply aroused to be pinned under the weight of his hard body with his manhood plunged deep inside me.

  He began to fuck me. On each stroke I felt relief and anticipation when he wasn’t in me, and intense pleasure when he was. Each thrust caused me to moan, my cries of pleasure growing louder as his pace and force increased. Again I felt as if I would soon orgasm if he carried on doing what he was doing.

  Again he had other ideas. Having fucked my pussy he reached down to adjust his position. His cock withdrew from between my legs and I felt its tip against my asshole. No, it’s too big, I thought nervously, but my hole and his tip were so well lubricated that when he pressed down my hole opened up and the tip slid in, making me cry out. He was stretching me exquisitely, a burning sensation that felt so good. “Yes,” I whimpered to encourage him, not that he need any encouragement.

  Being taken this way was not something I was used to. The feeling as he screwed me there was overwhelming and I knew that now, at last, I would find release for my pent up climax. Both his hands were locked into mine again and he breathed heavily against my neck and pressed his body down on me while his hips generated the full thrusts of his hard cock into me. I still couldn’t believe how hard he was so soon after he’d cum in my mouth, but there was no question of it as he plunged into my ass over and over again.

  I knew I was close to the edge now and could sense he was too. His thrusts became frantic, pounding me faster and faster, and I felt the familiar heat building in me until I screamed and buried my face in the small pillow saying “oh fuck, oh fuck!” and released an intense orgasm that exploded in my body and caused shudders through me. This tipped him over the edge and he grunted and clenched and I felt his cock spasm and his warm semen fill my ass. He gripped my hands so tightly I felt as if the blood had stopped, while his strong arms nearly crushed the air from me in a climactic embrace.

  In the aftermath he was as uncommunicative as before, but I did not care. This guy could definitely request a massage from me again.

  Chapter Seven

  Day Twelve. I stood in my shower and let the hot droplets wash over me. I’d been here nearly two weeks now, in paradise. I thought about Amy’s words - I came so many times - and smiled to myself. My experience here was very similar. Ryan was my favourite, well in truth a little more than that. With him it was intimate. He was the only one I’d kissed, we shared time together when not having sex, and I had spent a number of nights sleeping in his hut. Besides Ryan though I’d been fucked for the interview, ass-fucked in the massage parlour multiple times, I’d been to bed with a variety of male guests who used me for their pleasure and mine, and two separate married couples had shared me. That had been a surprise - I’d never known any swingers, or at least I didn’t know if they were, but being with a couple had been intensely erotic and I’d chalked up a few new experiences from it. Experiences I was eager to have again.

  I put some shower gel on the sponge and squeezed to make it foamy before spreading it around my body. As I washed I found every part of my skin had become an erogenous zone. What was this place doing to me, I wondered. The more sexual gratification I had, the more I wanted. My nipples were hard even now and washing my breasts made me weak at the knees.

  I needed some relief. I washed all over quickly and rinsed off, then dropped the sponge and put my hand between my legs, finding warmth and wetness. My clit was aroused and I put my fingers on it and began to rub.

  Knock knock knock, on the door of my hut. Shit, really?

  I sighed and stopped the shower, grabbed a towel for a cursory dry, wrapped myself in it and hurried to the door. As I approached I saw a note had been slipped under it. I opened the door to check but whoever it was had already gone. I closed the door and retrieved the note from the floor to read it.

  Come to the office.

  I wondered if I had done something wrong. I couldn’t imagine what. Did Nick want to see me? I’d been for a walk earlier and could have sworn I’d seen him going boat fishing with some of the guests. I shrugged and decided I’d better go and find out.

  It took me ten minutes or so to dry properly, brush my hair and teeth, and put on my standard daytime outfit of bikini, denim shorts and white top. Then another couple of minutes or so to walk the short distance back to the office. The door was closed so I knocked and entered.

  A man was sitting behind the desk, and it wasn’t Nick. This guy was older. He was in good shape, hair beginning to show some grey, well dressed, not bad looking. “Ah, you must be Hannah?” he said. “Please, come in”.

  “Yes, hi” I said. I closed the door behind me. “And you are?”

  “I am Simon” he said. “Nick’s business partner.”

  “I didn’t know he had a business partner” I said. In fact I still knew very little about Nick or this place.

  “You might call me a silent partner” he said. “Nick is the face of the island and runs it day to day. I supply most of the financing, stay behind the scenes, and I come and go.”

  “I see,” I said. I stood awkwardly in the middle of the room. He hadn’t got up from behind the desk. “And, did you want to see me?”

  “Yes Hannah, I did” he said. “Would you come over here please.”

  I walked to the desk. “Round here” he clarified. He pushed his chair back to make room. I stood and perched my bum against the edge of the desk. I felt like I was in the headmaster’s office.

  “When I come to the island, as I’m financing it, I like to take pleasure in the girls here.” he said, matter of factly. “I’m always intrigued when there is someone new, and Nick said you’d only been here for a couple of weeks?”

  “Yes, that’s right” I said.

  “Well, I trust you are enjoying your stay?” he asked. “Being a hospitality girl?”

  “I am, yes” I answered.

  “Good” he said. “We like to think of it as mutually beneficial arrangement. Now, as you are here I must say you are quite lovely. I imagine some of the guests are finding you to be a delight?”

  “Er, yes” I said.

  “Good” he said, putting his hand on the inside of my thigh. That tingled. I was still aroused from my shower cut short. I automatically shifted my feet to move them further apart.

  “Ah, I see you are enthusiastic” he said. “I like that in a girl.” He moved his hand up my thigh. I shivered. He manoeuvred me so I stood directly in front of him, the desk behind me. His hands reached for my shorts and he smoothly undid the buttons and tugged them down over my hips, then slid them gently down my legs. He rubbed his thumb on the front of my bikini bottoms, feeling my bush, then further down to feel the lips of my pussy. I sighed as he explored me through the thin material. Then he hooked his thumbs inside and under the elastic and peeled them down enough to reveal my blonde bush. At that he leaned in and kissed my lower abdomen before removing the bottoms down to the floor.

  “Please, sit on the desk” he said. I obeyed, sliding my bum backwards to sit on the edge. He was still sitting in the chair, which he pulled forward so he was closer to me, and with hand on each knee he opened my legs and gazed at my pussy. I breathed heavily, feeling exposed and aroused, and waited for his next move.

  I did not have to wait long. He leaned his head down and licked gently at the inner folds of my slit, following the moist line where my lips parted. “Ohhhh” I breathed softly. I looked down to watch him licking me, and found myself running my hand through his hair in encouragement. He used his tongue slowly, snaking up and down and then pausing in different places to land gentle flicks on areas of attention. Oh god, this is so much better than frigging myself off in the shower.

  I spread my legs wider and began to move my hips and pussy against his tongue. He was on my clit, making warm, wet, circles around it and over it. My nerve endings tingled with every
wet caress and my regular grinding movements were punctuated with the occasional mild tremor as waves of pleasure built and faded, built and faded with growing heat and intensity.

  “Put a finger in me” I pleaded. He obliged and I moaned loudly, the dual pleasure of that inside my cunt while his tongue danced over my clit was incredible. I was hyper-sensitised and could feel an orgasm coming on already. “You’re going to make me cum” I whispered to him.

  His acknowledgment was only to flick his tongue faster over me. “Oh god, yes” I said. The waves came faster and harder. I writhed and squirmed before him and rode each one in ecstasy until finally the big one hit. “Oh fuck, yes, YES!!” I cried and clenched my eyes shut and shuddered uncontrollably. He kept going throughout my orgasm, slowly, prolonging the fire until eventually I begged him to stop. “No more, please” I said, breathing heavily. “Wow, that was incredible.”

  “You are welcome” he said. “I find pleasuring a beautiful woman in that way to be such a delight.”

  “Would you like me to…?” I asked, looking down at his groin. It was the least I could do.

  “I’m sure that would be exquisite” he said, “but that’s not what I want.” He ran his hand over my wet pussy, feeling the engorged and slippery flesh. “I need to be inside you. Please, turn over.”

  I hopped off the edge of the desk and turned so I had my back to him, then leaned forward over the desk. He stood and I heard the sounds of his belt being unbuckled and trousers undone. His hands caressed my buttocks and he felt the wetness between my legs again. “You are beautiful” he said, and then he slid his rigid cock all the way inside me.

  “Ohh!” I cried. After the orgasm he’d just given me, having his hard member fill my pussy was a mixture of more pleasure and too much sensation.

  “Oh yes, yes” he murmured in return. He stroked deeply, one hand grabbing my hip and the other between my neck and shoulder. He had strength and I was pinned to the desk. His strokes quickened. “So beautiful” he said as he banged into me.