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montycrusto
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..hard not to be cynical about the girls’ chances when you give us the title “Spring Break Slaves”..
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Spring Break Slaves
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toxidomaskjr
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Windar, the title of this story immediately caught my eye and gave it a "love" without even reading it.
May I suggest 2 scenarios for this one?
college girls + spring break + Windar = antebellum slavery experience
college girls + spring break + Windar = Galley Slaves for real
May I suggest 2 scenarios for this one?
college girls + spring break + Windar = antebellum slavery experience
college girls + spring break + Windar = Galley Slaves for real
windar
Teller of Tales
If I'd called it "Coeds Stay Home and Study for Finals" would you be reading it?..hard not to be cynical about the girls’ chances when you give us the title “Spring Break Slaves”..
As they used to say, stay tuned, do not adjust your set and don't touch that dial (now I'm dating myself)!
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windar
Teller of Tales
CHAPTER THREE
Tara stretched out on her bed waiting for Dee to come back from the bathroom down the hall. Even though it was warm in the dorms, she was wearing her flannel pajamas just for the comfort of something soft and familiar.
Tara’s head was spinning from Kelly Winters’ proposal. She knew it was risky to go off to a foreign country to work for a man she’d never met. But on the other hand, it was exciting, too. And like the proposal, there was something about Kelly Winters that was both intimidating and attractive. Certainly, the money was beyond anything she would see at least until graduation and probably not even then.
Tara was eager to see what Dee thought. She decided she would go if Dee went with her. Together, they could face anything. So, Tara was glad when the door opened and her roommate strode in, wearing a flannel nightie and threw herself on the bed.
“So what did you think, Dee?”
“You know what they call women who have sex with men for money, girlfriend?”
“We don’t have to have sex. She said so. Maybe we’ll make less money, but even $10,000 is like 20x what we could make here in a week. Plus we get to hang out on that beach. We’ll come back with tans that even Jess Danvers will be jealous of.”
“You think he’s going to fly us down there and pay us $ 10,000 and give us scholarship just to talk with us? Are you crazy, girl?”
“He’s loaded. $10, 000 to him is like 10 cents to you and me. He likes to talk to smart, hot looking women like us, right? Plus, maybe we could do a little something to make him happy and make some more.”
“Like what?”
“I dunno, Dee. Maybe give him a handjob. I’d insist on wearing a bathing suit, but maybe I’d even flash him some titty just to tease him.”
“You’d really do that, Tara?”
“Maybe. If he wasn’t like some ugly old dude. Kelly says he’s nice looking, but I guess we’ll see.”
“You’ll see, girl. I’m not going.”
Tara looked dejected. “Are you serious? You’d turn down that money and a week in the sun to stay here and starve?”
“I just don’t think I can do it. I’d hate myself.”
“What about all those women, famous women on TV and places who marry rich old guys? Aren’t they doing the same thing, only worse, because we’re only going for a week.”
“Yeah, I guess,” Dee replied. “It just sounds so weird.”
“And what about hooking up with guys here on campus? What do you get from that? Some spiked punch so they can have their way with you and a hangover in the morning. And then if they run into you in the hall, they ignore you or give you that look.”
“Yeah, that look.” Dee rolled her eyes.
Tara stood and went over to Delia’s bad and sat down next to her, putting her arm around her friend’s shoulder. “So how is this any worse? At least this way we’ll have money. No more starving during breaks. No student loans when we graduate. You can go home and see your family on a weekend.”
“My family won’t want to see me if I’m a ho.”
“You don’t have to tell them. Just text them every so often and tell them everything’s fine. That’s what I’d do if my Mom even gave a shit where I am. Look, Dee, I really want to go, but I don’t want to go alone. I need my bestie with me. The Two Musketeers, right?”
Dee shook her head. “I must be crazy,” she said.
“So, you’ll come? Really?”
“Yeah, but we tell Kelly we’re only doing what we feel like, OK?”
“Absolutely, Dee,” Tara said. “Should I call her now, before we change our minds?”
“She said to call in the morning.”
“OK, but don’t change your mind girl, OK? We have a deal. Two Musketeers.”
“Yeah, whatever. Good night,” Dee said, shutting the lamp beside her bed off.
Kelly was on her way to the hotel dining room for breakfast when her phone rang. She glanced at the screen and answered. “Hello, Tara. I hope you’re calling to tell me you’re coming.” Kelly had certainly come last night thinking about the fun she’d have with Tara and Delia on the island. She’d come hard. Twice, in fact.
“Yes,” Tara said a bit hesitantly. “I’m coming.”
“That’s wonderful. And Delia?”
“Her too.”
“Is she there?”
“Yes.”
“I want to hear it from her personally.”
Tara passed her phone to her roommate. “I’m coming,” Dee said. “But I’m not going to do anything down there that I don’t want to.”
“Of course not,” Kelly replied. “Everything is voluntary. You’re going to have a great time. Just relax and go with the flow.”
“OK,” Delia replied.
“We leave Thursday, first thing in the morning. Be downstairs at your residence hall at 7 AM. I’ll pick you up and we’ll head for the airport.”
“But Break doesn’t begin until Friday. We have classes on Thursday.”
“Don’t the profs post notes on the web?”
“Yes, but…”
“He’s very eager to meet you.”
Tara motioned to Dee to give her back the phone. “That will be fine. They never do that much on the last day before break.”
“Good,” Kelly replied. “Now you don’t need to bring anything. I’ll go shopping today for everything you’ll need. What are your bra sizes?”
Tara and Delia looked at each other. “I’m a 34B,” Tara said.
“36 D, here,” Dee added.
“Thanks, that will be helpful. Don’t forget to do your passport photos and application and drop it off at the hotel desk. Can you do that before noon because Thursday is only two days from now?”
Kelly heard Tara whispering to Delia. “Yes, we’ll go right after breakfast and get the photos. We both have classes at eleven, so we’ll drop everything off before then.
“This is wonderful news. You guys will have a time you’ll never forget. I promise.”
After Kelly hung up, she texted him, “They’ve confirmed they’re coming”.
The reply came back almost instantly. “Excellent! I can’t wait to meet them!”
Tara stretched out on her bed waiting for Dee to come back from the bathroom down the hall. Even though it was warm in the dorms, she was wearing her flannel pajamas just for the comfort of something soft and familiar.
Tara’s head was spinning from Kelly Winters’ proposal. She knew it was risky to go off to a foreign country to work for a man she’d never met. But on the other hand, it was exciting, too. And like the proposal, there was something about Kelly Winters that was both intimidating and attractive. Certainly, the money was beyond anything she would see at least until graduation and probably not even then.
Tara was eager to see what Dee thought. She decided she would go if Dee went with her. Together, they could face anything. So, Tara was glad when the door opened and her roommate strode in, wearing a flannel nightie and threw herself on the bed.
“So what did you think, Dee?”
“You know what they call women who have sex with men for money, girlfriend?”
“We don’t have to have sex. She said so. Maybe we’ll make less money, but even $10,000 is like 20x what we could make here in a week. Plus we get to hang out on that beach. We’ll come back with tans that even Jess Danvers will be jealous of.”
“You think he’s going to fly us down there and pay us $ 10,000 and give us scholarship just to talk with us? Are you crazy, girl?”
“He’s loaded. $10, 000 to him is like 10 cents to you and me. He likes to talk to smart, hot looking women like us, right? Plus, maybe we could do a little something to make him happy and make some more.”
“Like what?”
“I dunno, Dee. Maybe give him a handjob. I’d insist on wearing a bathing suit, but maybe I’d even flash him some titty just to tease him.”
“You’d really do that, Tara?”
“Maybe. If he wasn’t like some ugly old dude. Kelly says he’s nice looking, but I guess we’ll see.”
“You’ll see, girl. I’m not going.”
Tara looked dejected. “Are you serious? You’d turn down that money and a week in the sun to stay here and starve?”
“I just don’t think I can do it. I’d hate myself.”
“What about all those women, famous women on TV and places who marry rich old guys? Aren’t they doing the same thing, only worse, because we’re only going for a week.”
“Yeah, I guess,” Dee replied. “It just sounds so weird.”
“And what about hooking up with guys here on campus? What do you get from that? Some spiked punch so they can have their way with you and a hangover in the morning. And then if they run into you in the hall, they ignore you or give you that look.”
“Yeah, that look.” Dee rolled her eyes.
Tara stood and went over to Delia’s bad and sat down next to her, putting her arm around her friend’s shoulder. “So how is this any worse? At least this way we’ll have money. No more starving during breaks. No student loans when we graduate. You can go home and see your family on a weekend.”
“My family won’t want to see me if I’m a ho.”
“You don’t have to tell them. Just text them every so often and tell them everything’s fine. That’s what I’d do if my Mom even gave a shit where I am. Look, Dee, I really want to go, but I don’t want to go alone. I need my bestie with me. The Two Musketeers, right?”
Dee shook her head. “I must be crazy,” she said.
“So, you’ll come? Really?”
“Yeah, but we tell Kelly we’re only doing what we feel like, OK?”
“Absolutely, Dee,” Tara said. “Should I call her now, before we change our minds?”
“She said to call in the morning.”
“OK, but don’t change your mind girl, OK? We have a deal. Two Musketeers.”
“Yeah, whatever. Good night,” Dee said, shutting the lamp beside her bed off.
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Kelly was on her way to the hotel dining room for breakfast when her phone rang. She glanced at the screen and answered. “Hello, Tara. I hope you’re calling to tell me you’re coming.” Kelly had certainly come last night thinking about the fun she’d have with Tara and Delia on the island. She’d come hard. Twice, in fact.
“Yes,” Tara said a bit hesitantly. “I’m coming.”
“That’s wonderful. And Delia?”
“Her too.”
“Is she there?”
“Yes.”
“I want to hear it from her personally.”
Tara passed her phone to her roommate. “I’m coming,” Dee said. “But I’m not going to do anything down there that I don’t want to.”
“Of course not,” Kelly replied. “Everything is voluntary. You’re going to have a great time. Just relax and go with the flow.”
“OK,” Delia replied.
“We leave Thursday, first thing in the morning. Be downstairs at your residence hall at 7 AM. I’ll pick you up and we’ll head for the airport.”
“But Break doesn’t begin until Friday. We have classes on Thursday.”
“Don’t the profs post notes on the web?”
“Yes, but…”
“He’s very eager to meet you.”
Tara motioned to Dee to give her back the phone. “That will be fine. They never do that much on the last day before break.”
“Good,” Kelly replied. “Now you don’t need to bring anything. I’ll go shopping today for everything you’ll need. What are your bra sizes?”
Tara and Delia looked at each other. “I’m a 34B,” Tara said.
“36 D, here,” Dee added.
“Thanks, that will be helpful. Don’t forget to do your passport photos and application and drop it off at the hotel desk. Can you do that before noon because Thursday is only two days from now?”
Kelly heard Tara whispering to Delia. “Yes, we’ll go right after breakfast and get the photos. We both have classes at eleven, so we’ll drop everything off before then.
“This is wonderful news. You guys will have a time you’ll never forget. I promise.”
After Kelly hung up, she texted him, “They’ve confirmed they’re coming”.
The reply came back almost instantly. “Excellent! I can’t wait to meet them!”
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montycrusto
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..and so the well-oiled jaws of a very expensive but horribly efficient girl-trap are carefully opened.. and the irresistible bait is left in the gap between them...
old slave
FELIS RESPICIENS
Exactly windar. Since we like the rigor of scientific analysis, there are studies (eg https://www.caremanagementmatters.co.uk/mixing-matters-the-benefits-of-intergenerational-sites/ ) showing the benefits of intergenerational mixing. Tara and Delia are not only going to earn good money, they are giving a valued social service. And just think of the skills and knowledge they will acquire...................................................
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montycrusto
Guest
I just hope the girls pack a pair of knee pads each..
old slave
FELIS RESPICIENS
"Everything you (k)need will be provided"I just hope the girls pack a pair of knee pads each..
The bra sizes are a bit of a puzzle, my mental image didn't feature those as necessities.
windar
Teller of Tales
I'm not a dirty old man, I'm a scientist!!!! And they can write up the results for a research paper when/if they get back to college...
Marcius
Tribune
If a girl goes to bed with a billionaire and no one is around to hear it, does she make a sound?
Quite fitting.
Now this might very well be true.
twonines
LIMERICUS
Brings to mind the story about George Bernard Shaw who propositioned a very attractive lady on a train. After much conversation, he asked her if she would sleep with him, she refused, he asked if she would sleep with him for fifty thousand pounds, a ridiculous amount in those days,she said she would He then asked if she would sleep with him for five pounds. "What do you think I am ?" she said. Shaw replied " We have already established that madam, we are now discussing terms."If a girl goes to bed with a billionaire and no one is around to hear it, does she make a sound?
Quite fitting.
Now this might very well be true.
toxidomaskjr
Magistrate
connoisseurs
Senator
Neither can I.
windar
Teller of Tales
CHAPTER FOUR
Tara propped herself up on her towel and stared out at the sea. She and Delia lay on the pristine white sand, a few feet from the water, listening to the gentle hissing of the waves lapping on the shore.
She wore a bikini whose top consisted of two green triangles that barely covered her breasts, joined by a string, with another string that went around her neck. The bottom consisted of a piece of blue cloth that hugged her pubic area and a miniscule piece of her ass supported by a string tied around her waist. Delia wore a similar outfit, except her top was red and covered even less of her more ample breasts.
A couple of hours before, shortly after their arrival on Pirate Cay, Kelly had shown them to the room they would be sharing. They were reassured that it looked very much as it had in the photo she had shown them. “He’s tied up in a business meeting,” she had told them.
Kelly had extracted the bathing suits from the suitcases she had brought for them which were laid out on their beds. “Why don’t you guys put these on go and enjoy the beach. Robert will come get you when he’s ready to see you.”
Delia had picked up the tiny pieces of cloth. “You’re kidding, right?” she said.
“No, it’s exactly the size for the measurements you gave me.”
“I’ve never worn anything like that,” Delia said.
“It’s what he likes,” Kelly replied. “Besides, that’s all we’ve got as far as swim suits go. There’s a few different colors and patterns of tops and bottoms, but they’re all cut the same. So it’s that or go naked,” Kelly said, chuckling.
Delia sighed and rummaged through the options that Kelly had laid on the bed, selecting a red top and a blue bottom. She disappeared into the bathroom and emerged a few minutes later in the bathing suit, which certainly left little to the imagination.
“Very hot!” Kelly said. “He’ll love it!”
Delia rolled her eyes. “Your turn,” she told Tara, who selected the green top and blue bottom and took them into the bathroom. She emerged, blushing a bit at her near nakedness. “You look great,” Kelly reassured her.
Then, Kelly led them down to the beach, providing them with a tote bag containing a couple of bottles of water, a couple of beach towels, some snacks and a bottle of sunscreen. “Don’t be shy about using this,” she counselled, handing Tara the sunscreen. “The sun here is strong and you’ve got a fair amount of skin exposed. I have a few things to take care of. You girls enjoy.”
Tara slathered a healthy dose of sunscreen on her chest, belly and legs, then dabbed some on her neck and face, before passing the bottle to Delia, who did the same. “Would you do my back, Dee?” Delia rubbed the cream on her friend’s back, then turned around so Tara could do hers.
They lay in the sun for a while, then went in the water, swimming out a little way and floating on their backs in the calm, bathtub-warm sea.
Then, they lay in the sun to dry.
“This is the life isn’t it?” Tara said.
“No shit, girlfriend. Even Jess Danvers would be jealous of us if she saw this spread.”
“Admit I was right to say we should come.”
“Yeah, OK, I gotta admit this is plush,” Delia allowed. “But let’s see what he wants us to do when he’s done with his meeting.”
In fact, everything had gone very smoothly on the trip down. Kelly had picked them up sharp at seven AM in a limo and they had been driven to the airport nearest the Pitcher campus. Instead of pulling up at the main terminal, the driver had taken them to the general aviation terminal where the private planes were parked.
Theirs stuck out from the others, a mid-sized jet in amongst the small prop planes. The co-pilot had taken their passports and entered their data then handed them back to Kelly who had stuck them in her purse.
Then he’d wheeled the three suitcases Kelly had brought, two packed with clothes and toiletries for each of the two students and one for her own stuff. He’d stowed them in the cargo hold, then ushered the three passengers aboard.
“Look at those seats!” Delia had cried, spreading herself out in one of them.
“They fully recline into a bed if you get tired after takeoff,” Kelly said.
“And no lines and searches,” Tara said. Kelly had just smiled.
It hadn’t taken long before they were airborne. Kelly went to the pantry and returned with a bottle of champagne and three glasses. “To a great adventure and a great time!” she toasted. They clinked glasses and drank. Soon there was a second bottle and sandwiches and cookies.
Towards noon, Tara had noticed the plane descending. “Almost there,” Kelly announced. “We’ll be landing on St. Francis, the largest island of Providencia. From there, we’ll take a helicopter to Pirate Cay. It only takes ten minutes or so.”
After touchdown, their plane had taxied to an area of the tarmac away from the terminal where commercial flights landed. A thin, light-skinned black customs officer had boarded and, after a brief glance at the passports Kelly had handed him said, “Welcome to Providencia. I hope you have a pleasant stay.”
They had descended and walked to the helicopter that waited a short distance away. Soon, they were flying low over the sea. After about ten minutes Kelly pointed to a small dot of land up ahead. “That’s it,” she had shouted over the whirring of the rotors.
The dot grew as they approached and soon they could make out the house they had seen in the pictures Kelly had shown them at dinner. The copter had circled and then descended onto an asphalt landing pad located a short distance inland from the house.
“Welcome to your new home!” Kelly had said after the pilot had killed the engine.
“You wanna go in the water again?” Delia asked.
“Sure,” Tara replied. As she sat up, though, she saw a large black man with a shaven head, dressed in a polo shirt, shorts and sneakers heading towards them. “I think this must be Robert here to get us,” she said. Delia sat up as well.
The man stood over them, giving them the once over, his eyes seeming to bore holes in Delia’s tits. “He wants to see you now,” he said with a clear island lilt to his voice. The girls stood and gathered their towels and water bottles. They followed him dutifully across the hot sand.
As they approached the house, Delia said, “I want to stop back at our room and change into something more appropriate.”
Robert shook his head. “He wants you just as you are.”
They entered the house, passing through the huge great room. At the far end there was a door. Robert knocked. “Come in,” a male voice said. Robert opened the door and stepped out of the way to let Tara and Delia enter, then closed the door behind them.
The room was a large, well-appointed office. One wall was French doors facing the sea, a continuation of those in the great room. The other walls were occupied by a collection of paintings, enough to fill a small art gallery. Neither of the girls were versed enough in the art scene to have recognized the artists’ names, but one could easily guess that they were well known and that the works had sold for more than many people earn in their entire working life.
Kitty corner on the far wall was a very large desk, its top made of a single piece of wood. A computer monitor sat on the desk, along with a few folders and pens.
He sat behind the desk, leaning back in a leather chair-their employer at least for the next week, the man who had brought them here. He was dressed in a terry bathrobe, with, apparently, nothing on under it.
“Don’t be shy,” he said. “Come closer. I won’t bite, at least not now.”
Tara and Delia looked at each other, then approached and stood in front of the desk. He stood and walked out from behind the desk. It was quite clear from this close up that he was indeed naked under the robe.
He wasn’t bad looking at all, as Kelly had promised. He had strong features, almost like a classical statue. There was some grey in his hair, but one would have been tempted to call him distinguished, rather than old. His skin was tanned as one might expect given that he spent his time in this tropical paradise, but only a few wrinkles were evident.
He looked the two women up and down from head to toe, circling behind them to check out their back sides. Tara could smell his cologne. It was disconcerting being checked out so blatantly while wearing a bikini that barely covered anything, humiliating, but also, frankly, a bit arousing.
He came around in front of them and perched on the edge of the desk. His robe opened enough that one could almost see his cock.
“You’re Delia, Delia Ortiz,” he said, looking right at her. It wasn’t a question.
“Yes, sir,” she replied. Tara couldn’t recall having seen her roommate being so respectful to anyone before.
“And you’re Tara Malone.”
“Yes, sir,” Tara replied.
“You’re both perfect, just as Kelly described.”
Neither of the girls was quite sure how to respond to that. “Thank you, sir. I’m glad you’re pleased,” Delia replied.
Then he smiled. “So far, I am. Please bring those chairs over and sit down. Let’s chat a bit.” He indicated two office chairs that were sitting against a side wall. The two women got them and placed them in front of the desk. They sat, the fabric feeling a bit odd against all that exposed skin, since normally they would be occupied by someone in business attire, rather than a string bikini.
“Did you have a pleasant trip down?” he asked.
“It was wonderful, sir,” Delia replied. “Your plane is fantastic.”
“It serves its purpose. And how do you like my humble beach cottage?”
“It’s amazing!” Tara said. “It’s even better in real life than in the pictures Kelly showed us.”
“I love it here,” he said, looking out through the glass wall at the sea. Then he turned back towards the two students. “Kelly tells me you’re both freshmen and you’re roommates.” They nodded.
“How do you like Pitcher?” he asked.
“It’s an excellent school,” Tara replied. “I understand you went there and you have obviously done very well.”
“I have, but I don’t know how much Pitcher had to do with it. They say college is the best time of your life, but I’ve been having much more fun now than I ever had back then. I work hard and I like to play hard.”
The two young women glanced at each other, neither sure what to say in response.
He continued. “Some people of my generation have some negative ideas about your generation. They think most of you are lazy and feel entitled. I don’t necessarily agree. I enjoy the company of young people. I think we’ll get along just fine.”
“Yes, sir, I’m sure we will,” Tara said.
Suddenly, he stood up. “I’ve just spent the last few hours going over some mind-numbingly boring details of a business deal I’m putting together. I could really use a good massage. How are you guys at those?”
“Neither of us is trained as a masseuse, sir. Kelly never asked us about that,” Delia said.
“It doesn’t matter. I have a professional masseuse who comes by a couple of times a week. I’m just looking for some friendly human contact. Let’s see what you can do, shall we?”
He walked over to a massage table that was near the wall of French doors. He untied the cord on his bathrobe and slipped out of it. Naked, he looked fit, certainly in good shape for someone his age. The blinds on the French doors were open so that anyone walking by could see in, but he didn’t seem to care.
He laid the bathrobe on the small table that stood beside the massage table. He beckoned to them. “You can’t massage me from over there, can you?” Tara stood and came over. Delia seemed a bit reluctant, but, after a moment’s hesitation, she followed her friend.
He laid down on the massage table, face down. “There’s some massage oil on the side table.” Tara picked up the bottle and poured some on her hands. She began kneading his shoulders. “That feels very good,” he sighed.
Tara continued working on his shoulders. Delia stood there, not sure what she should be doing. “You can work on my lower back, Delia,” he said. It seemed somehow wrong to let Tara do all the work, so she spread some oil on her hands and began massaging below the area Tara was kneading.
“You can go a bit harder, get the tension out. I won’t break,” he said. The two women began massaging more firmly, digging their fingers deeper into the muscle. He grunted, as Tara leaned some of her weight onto his back.
“Are you OK?” Tara asked, pulling back.
“Fine, don’t hold back.” She continued working on his upper back.
“You can go lower, Delia,” he suggested. Reluctantly, she let her hands creep down to the twin globes of his ass, massaging gently. “That’s good,” he said.
After a few minutes, he stirred. “I’m going to turn over,” he told them. The two women stopped their efforts for the moment as he propped himself on one elbow and rolled onto his back. His penis, while not fully erect, was clearly showing signs of mounting arousal.
“Now look what you’ve done, you naughty girls” he said. They stared at his crotch. “You can touch it, it won’t bite either.”
The two women looked at each other. They knew this was a moment of truth, that it would be hard to turn back once they took this step. But, on the other hand, it didn’t seem like they could stop and just leave things like this.
“Who’s going to be the brave one?” he asked. Tara looked at Delia, but her friend didn’t move. Tentatively, Tara reached out with her right hand and grasped the organ in her fingers. “I knew it would be you Tara,” he said, smiling at her. She ran her hand up and down the shaft a couple of times, feeling it harden.
“That feels very good,” he sighed. “How does it feel to you, Tara?”
“It feels OK, sir,” she replied. “It’s warm and smooth.”
“That’s true,” he said. Then he turned to look at Delia. “You aren’t going to let your friend have all the fun, are you?” he asked. Tara looked at her. Dee reached out towards the now fully erect organ. Tara let her take it in her hand and continue stroking it.
“Delia, would you do me a favor?” he asked after a few moments.
“What is it, sir?” she asked.
“Would you take your top off? What I can see of your breasts looks amazing and I really want to see all of them.”
Tara wondered what her friend would do. So far, she had let Tara take the lead, but now she was being asked to go first. His eyes were fixed on Delia. “OK,” she said, lifting her hands from his dick and reaching behind her to untie the string.
Tara sensed without being told that he would want stimulation as he stared at Delia’s tits, so she took his cock in her hand and resumed gently moving up and down the shaft. It was rock hard now.
“Those are marvelous, Delia. You should never feel ashamed to show them,” he said breathily. “May I touch them?” Delia nodded and he reached up one hand and began playing with them, rubbing first one nipple, then the other between his thumb and forefinger. It seemed to Tara that Delia was enjoying this.
He turned to look at Tara. “I hope you’ll take your top off too, Tara,” he said.
She stopped her stroking of his penis. “My boobs are much smaller than Delia’s.”
“That’s OK,” he told her. “I’m sure they’re gorgeous.” Tara untied the string around her neck and slowly peeled the two triangles of cloth off. “Well, now, there we are. They’re perfect for your build, just as Delia’s are perfect for hers.”
He reached up with his right hand and stroked Tara’s breasts while he stroked Delia’s with his left. The girls were squirming with obvious pleasure from his stimulation.
“Don’t forget about him,” he said, looking down at his cock, which was standing up at high alert. Delia reached down and began stroking it rather vigorously. “Slow down a bit, honey, I want to take some time to savor this. We’re in no hurry.” She slowed her stroking. He closed his eyes, reveling in the sensations, moaning softly every so often when a particularly pleasurable feeling ran up his spine.
After a few moments, he opened his eyes. “Stop for a second. I’m very close, but I don’t want to come just yet.” Delia let her hand fall to her side. “You guys are roommates at Pitcher, right?” he asked, his voice husky with excitement.
The two women nodded. “Do you ever make out with each other in your dorm room?” he asked. They looked at each other. Delia had occasional fantasies of lying on the bed being eaten out by Tara, but she had never dared to admit it. She shook her head.
“No, sir,” Tara said. “A kiss on the cheek for her birthday maybe, but we’re not lesbians.”
“I know you’re not,” he said. “A little making out doesn’t mean that you are. I want you to make out for me. Would you do that?”
Neither of them answered, not in words. But Tara leaned across the massage table and pulled Delia’s face to hers and kissed her hard on the mouth. Delia didn’t pull back; rather she returned the kiss. He watched, playing with their breasts as they made out.
Finally, he said. “I’m ready to come.” They broke off their kissing. He took Tara’s hand and guided it to his cock. “I want you to rub your fingertips here, gently but firmly.” He guided her to the exquisitely sensitive spot along the underside of his shaft near the head.
Then, he took Delia’s hand and placed it on his balls. “Not too hard,” he cautioned.
The two women did their best to follow his directions. They could feel his body tensing, his buttocks lifting off the table to increase the contact with their hands. They could see his eyes staring blankly at them. They could hear his breathing, his moans, his “That’s it, oh, yes, oh, god, don’t stop, oh, fuck.”
The two women watched as his cum shot out in two large spurts then several smaller ones, the white liquid covering Tara’s hand and pooling on his stomach. He was panting as his body slumped back on the table, totally spent.
He smiled at them. “That was wonderful,” he told them. “Very relaxing. There’s some towels on the side table, next to the oil.” Tara went over and picked a couple up. She wiped his stomach with one and her hand with the other.
“You can go to your room and get cleaned up for dinner,” he told them. “We’ll definitely chat some more very soon.” They picked up their bikini tops, put them on and walked towards the door.
Tara propped herself up on her towel and stared out at the sea. She and Delia lay on the pristine white sand, a few feet from the water, listening to the gentle hissing of the waves lapping on the shore.
She wore a bikini whose top consisted of two green triangles that barely covered her breasts, joined by a string, with another string that went around her neck. The bottom consisted of a piece of blue cloth that hugged her pubic area and a miniscule piece of her ass supported by a string tied around her waist. Delia wore a similar outfit, except her top was red and covered even less of her more ample breasts.
A couple of hours before, shortly after their arrival on Pirate Cay, Kelly had shown them to the room they would be sharing. They were reassured that it looked very much as it had in the photo she had shown them. “He’s tied up in a business meeting,” she had told them.
Kelly had extracted the bathing suits from the suitcases she had brought for them which were laid out on their beds. “Why don’t you guys put these on go and enjoy the beach. Robert will come get you when he’s ready to see you.”
Delia had picked up the tiny pieces of cloth. “You’re kidding, right?” she said.
“No, it’s exactly the size for the measurements you gave me.”
“I’ve never worn anything like that,” Delia said.
“It’s what he likes,” Kelly replied. “Besides, that’s all we’ve got as far as swim suits go. There’s a few different colors and patterns of tops and bottoms, but they’re all cut the same. So it’s that or go naked,” Kelly said, chuckling.
Delia sighed and rummaged through the options that Kelly had laid on the bed, selecting a red top and a blue bottom. She disappeared into the bathroom and emerged a few minutes later in the bathing suit, which certainly left little to the imagination.
“Very hot!” Kelly said. “He’ll love it!”
Delia rolled her eyes. “Your turn,” she told Tara, who selected the green top and blue bottom and took them into the bathroom. She emerged, blushing a bit at her near nakedness. “You look great,” Kelly reassured her.
Then, Kelly led them down to the beach, providing them with a tote bag containing a couple of bottles of water, a couple of beach towels, some snacks and a bottle of sunscreen. “Don’t be shy about using this,” she counselled, handing Tara the sunscreen. “The sun here is strong and you’ve got a fair amount of skin exposed. I have a few things to take care of. You girls enjoy.”
Tara slathered a healthy dose of sunscreen on her chest, belly and legs, then dabbed some on her neck and face, before passing the bottle to Delia, who did the same. “Would you do my back, Dee?” Delia rubbed the cream on her friend’s back, then turned around so Tara could do hers.
They lay in the sun for a while, then went in the water, swimming out a little way and floating on their backs in the calm, bathtub-warm sea.
Then, they lay in the sun to dry.
“This is the life isn’t it?” Tara said.
“No shit, girlfriend. Even Jess Danvers would be jealous of us if she saw this spread.”
“Admit I was right to say we should come.”
“Yeah, OK, I gotta admit this is plush,” Delia allowed. “But let’s see what he wants us to do when he’s done with his meeting.”
***
In fact, everything had gone very smoothly on the trip down. Kelly had picked them up sharp at seven AM in a limo and they had been driven to the airport nearest the Pitcher campus. Instead of pulling up at the main terminal, the driver had taken them to the general aviation terminal where the private planes were parked.
Theirs stuck out from the others, a mid-sized jet in amongst the small prop planes. The co-pilot had taken their passports and entered their data then handed them back to Kelly who had stuck them in her purse.
Then he’d wheeled the three suitcases Kelly had brought, two packed with clothes and toiletries for each of the two students and one for her own stuff. He’d stowed them in the cargo hold, then ushered the three passengers aboard.
“Look at those seats!” Delia had cried, spreading herself out in one of them.
“They fully recline into a bed if you get tired after takeoff,” Kelly said.
“And no lines and searches,” Tara said. Kelly had just smiled.
It hadn’t taken long before they were airborne. Kelly went to the pantry and returned with a bottle of champagne and three glasses. “To a great adventure and a great time!” she toasted. They clinked glasses and drank. Soon there was a second bottle and sandwiches and cookies.
Towards noon, Tara had noticed the plane descending. “Almost there,” Kelly announced. “We’ll be landing on St. Francis, the largest island of Providencia. From there, we’ll take a helicopter to Pirate Cay. It only takes ten minutes or so.”
After touchdown, their plane had taxied to an area of the tarmac away from the terminal where commercial flights landed. A thin, light-skinned black customs officer had boarded and, after a brief glance at the passports Kelly had handed him said, “Welcome to Providencia. I hope you have a pleasant stay.”
They had descended and walked to the helicopter that waited a short distance away. Soon, they were flying low over the sea. After about ten minutes Kelly pointed to a small dot of land up ahead. “That’s it,” she had shouted over the whirring of the rotors.
The dot grew as they approached and soon they could make out the house they had seen in the pictures Kelly had shown them at dinner. The copter had circled and then descended onto an asphalt landing pad located a short distance inland from the house.
“Welcome to your new home!” Kelly had said after the pilot had killed the engine.
***
“You wanna go in the water again?” Delia asked.
“Sure,” Tara replied. As she sat up, though, she saw a large black man with a shaven head, dressed in a polo shirt, shorts and sneakers heading towards them. “I think this must be Robert here to get us,” she said. Delia sat up as well.
The man stood over them, giving them the once over, his eyes seeming to bore holes in Delia’s tits. “He wants to see you now,” he said with a clear island lilt to his voice. The girls stood and gathered their towels and water bottles. They followed him dutifully across the hot sand.
As they approached the house, Delia said, “I want to stop back at our room and change into something more appropriate.”
Robert shook his head. “He wants you just as you are.”
They entered the house, passing through the huge great room. At the far end there was a door. Robert knocked. “Come in,” a male voice said. Robert opened the door and stepped out of the way to let Tara and Delia enter, then closed the door behind them.
The room was a large, well-appointed office. One wall was French doors facing the sea, a continuation of those in the great room. The other walls were occupied by a collection of paintings, enough to fill a small art gallery. Neither of the girls were versed enough in the art scene to have recognized the artists’ names, but one could easily guess that they were well known and that the works had sold for more than many people earn in their entire working life.
Kitty corner on the far wall was a very large desk, its top made of a single piece of wood. A computer monitor sat on the desk, along with a few folders and pens.
He sat behind the desk, leaning back in a leather chair-their employer at least for the next week, the man who had brought them here. He was dressed in a terry bathrobe, with, apparently, nothing on under it.
“Don’t be shy,” he said. “Come closer. I won’t bite, at least not now.”
Tara and Delia looked at each other, then approached and stood in front of the desk. He stood and walked out from behind the desk. It was quite clear from this close up that he was indeed naked under the robe.
He wasn’t bad looking at all, as Kelly had promised. He had strong features, almost like a classical statue. There was some grey in his hair, but one would have been tempted to call him distinguished, rather than old. His skin was tanned as one might expect given that he spent his time in this tropical paradise, but only a few wrinkles were evident.
He looked the two women up and down from head to toe, circling behind them to check out their back sides. Tara could smell his cologne. It was disconcerting being checked out so blatantly while wearing a bikini that barely covered anything, humiliating, but also, frankly, a bit arousing.
He came around in front of them and perched on the edge of the desk. His robe opened enough that one could almost see his cock.
“You’re Delia, Delia Ortiz,” he said, looking right at her. It wasn’t a question.
“Yes, sir,” she replied. Tara couldn’t recall having seen her roommate being so respectful to anyone before.
“And you’re Tara Malone.”
“Yes, sir,” Tara replied.
“You’re both perfect, just as Kelly described.”
Neither of the girls was quite sure how to respond to that. “Thank you, sir. I’m glad you’re pleased,” Delia replied.
Then he smiled. “So far, I am. Please bring those chairs over and sit down. Let’s chat a bit.” He indicated two office chairs that were sitting against a side wall. The two women got them and placed them in front of the desk. They sat, the fabric feeling a bit odd against all that exposed skin, since normally they would be occupied by someone in business attire, rather than a string bikini.
“Did you have a pleasant trip down?” he asked.
“It was wonderful, sir,” Delia replied. “Your plane is fantastic.”
“It serves its purpose. And how do you like my humble beach cottage?”
“It’s amazing!” Tara said. “It’s even better in real life than in the pictures Kelly showed us.”
“I love it here,” he said, looking out through the glass wall at the sea. Then he turned back towards the two students. “Kelly tells me you’re both freshmen and you’re roommates.” They nodded.
“How do you like Pitcher?” he asked.
“It’s an excellent school,” Tara replied. “I understand you went there and you have obviously done very well.”
“I have, but I don’t know how much Pitcher had to do with it. They say college is the best time of your life, but I’ve been having much more fun now than I ever had back then. I work hard and I like to play hard.”
The two young women glanced at each other, neither sure what to say in response.
He continued. “Some people of my generation have some negative ideas about your generation. They think most of you are lazy and feel entitled. I don’t necessarily agree. I enjoy the company of young people. I think we’ll get along just fine.”
“Yes, sir, I’m sure we will,” Tara said.
Suddenly, he stood up. “I’ve just spent the last few hours going over some mind-numbingly boring details of a business deal I’m putting together. I could really use a good massage. How are you guys at those?”
“Neither of us is trained as a masseuse, sir. Kelly never asked us about that,” Delia said.
“It doesn’t matter. I have a professional masseuse who comes by a couple of times a week. I’m just looking for some friendly human contact. Let’s see what you can do, shall we?”
He walked over to a massage table that was near the wall of French doors. He untied the cord on his bathrobe and slipped out of it. Naked, he looked fit, certainly in good shape for someone his age. The blinds on the French doors were open so that anyone walking by could see in, but he didn’t seem to care.
He laid the bathrobe on the small table that stood beside the massage table. He beckoned to them. “You can’t massage me from over there, can you?” Tara stood and came over. Delia seemed a bit reluctant, but, after a moment’s hesitation, she followed her friend.
He laid down on the massage table, face down. “There’s some massage oil on the side table.” Tara picked up the bottle and poured some on her hands. She began kneading his shoulders. “That feels very good,” he sighed.
Tara continued working on his shoulders. Delia stood there, not sure what she should be doing. “You can work on my lower back, Delia,” he said. It seemed somehow wrong to let Tara do all the work, so she spread some oil on her hands and began massaging below the area Tara was kneading.
“You can go a bit harder, get the tension out. I won’t break,” he said. The two women began massaging more firmly, digging their fingers deeper into the muscle. He grunted, as Tara leaned some of her weight onto his back.
“Are you OK?” Tara asked, pulling back.
“Fine, don’t hold back.” She continued working on his upper back.
“You can go lower, Delia,” he suggested. Reluctantly, she let her hands creep down to the twin globes of his ass, massaging gently. “That’s good,” he said.
After a few minutes, he stirred. “I’m going to turn over,” he told them. The two women stopped their efforts for the moment as he propped himself on one elbow and rolled onto his back. His penis, while not fully erect, was clearly showing signs of mounting arousal.
“Now look what you’ve done, you naughty girls” he said. They stared at his crotch. “You can touch it, it won’t bite either.”
The two women looked at each other. They knew this was a moment of truth, that it would be hard to turn back once they took this step. But, on the other hand, it didn’t seem like they could stop and just leave things like this.
“Who’s going to be the brave one?” he asked. Tara looked at Delia, but her friend didn’t move. Tentatively, Tara reached out with her right hand and grasped the organ in her fingers. “I knew it would be you Tara,” he said, smiling at her. She ran her hand up and down the shaft a couple of times, feeling it harden.
“That feels very good,” he sighed. “How does it feel to you, Tara?”
“It feels OK, sir,” she replied. “It’s warm and smooth.”
“That’s true,” he said. Then he turned to look at Delia. “You aren’t going to let your friend have all the fun, are you?” he asked. Tara looked at her. Dee reached out towards the now fully erect organ. Tara let her take it in her hand and continue stroking it.
“Delia, would you do me a favor?” he asked after a few moments.
“What is it, sir?” she asked.
“Would you take your top off? What I can see of your breasts looks amazing and I really want to see all of them.”
Tara wondered what her friend would do. So far, she had let Tara take the lead, but now she was being asked to go first. His eyes were fixed on Delia. “OK,” she said, lifting her hands from his dick and reaching behind her to untie the string.
Tara sensed without being told that he would want stimulation as he stared at Delia’s tits, so she took his cock in her hand and resumed gently moving up and down the shaft. It was rock hard now.
“Those are marvelous, Delia. You should never feel ashamed to show them,” he said breathily. “May I touch them?” Delia nodded and he reached up one hand and began playing with them, rubbing first one nipple, then the other between his thumb and forefinger. It seemed to Tara that Delia was enjoying this.
He turned to look at Tara. “I hope you’ll take your top off too, Tara,” he said.
She stopped her stroking of his penis. “My boobs are much smaller than Delia’s.”
“That’s OK,” he told her. “I’m sure they’re gorgeous.” Tara untied the string around her neck and slowly peeled the two triangles of cloth off. “Well, now, there we are. They’re perfect for your build, just as Delia’s are perfect for hers.”
He reached up with his right hand and stroked Tara’s breasts while he stroked Delia’s with his left. The girls were squirming with obvious pleasure from his stimulation.
“Don’t forget about him,” he said, looking down at his cock, which was standing up at high alert. Delia reached down and began stroking it rather vigorously. “Slow down a bit, honey, I want to take some time to savor this. We’re in no hurry.” She slowed her stroking. He closed his eyes, reveling in the sensations, moaning softly every so often when a particularly pleasurable feeling ran up his spine.
After a few moments, he opened his eyes. “Stop for a second. I’m very close, but I don’t want to come just yet.” Delia let her hand fall to her side. “You guys are roommates at Pitcher, right?” he asked, his voice husky with excitement.
The two women nodded. “Do you ever make out with each other in your dorm room?” he asked. They looked at each other. Delia had occasional fantasies of lying on the bed being eaten out by Tara, but she had never dared to admit it. She shook her head.
“No, sir,” Tara said. “A kiss on the cheek for her birthday maybe, but we’re not lesbians.”
“I know you’re not,” he said. “A little making out doesn’t mean that you are. I want you to make out for me. Would you do that?”
Neither of them answered, not in words. But Tara leaned across the massage table and pulled Delia’s face to hers and kissed her hard on the mouth. Delia didn’t pull back; rather she returned the kiss. He watched, playing with their breasts as they made out.
Finally, he said. “I’m ready to come.” They broke off their kissing. He took Tara’s hand and guided it to his cock. “I want you to rub your fingertips here, gently but firmly.” He guided her to the exquisitely sensitive spot along the underside of his shaft near the head.
Then, he took Delia’s hand and placed it on his balls. “Not too hard,” he cautioned.
The two women did their best to follow his directions. They could feel his body tensing, his buttocks lifting off the table to increase the contact with their hands. They could see his eyes staring blankly at them. They could hear his breathing, his moans, his “That’s it, oh, yes, oh, god, don’t stop, oh, fuck.”
The two women watched as his cum shot out in two large spurts then several smaller ones, the white liquid covering Tara’s hand and pooling on his stomach. He was panting as his body slumped back on the table, totally spent.
He smiled at them. “That was wonderful,” he told them. “Very relaxing. There’s some towels on the side table, next to the oil.” Tara went over and picked a couple up. She wiped his stomach with one and her hand with the other.
“You can go to your room and get cleaned up for dinner,” he told them. “We’ll definitely chat some more very soon.” They picked up their bikini tops, put them on and walked towards the door.
This is the critical moment. Don’t do it.
Say: “ either you send us home right now, pervert, with a nice fat cash bonus, or we will smash you in the balls so hard you won’t stand up for a month!”
Marcius
Tribune
'You're taking the boat out, Robert. The girls go deep sea diving tonight. No need for scuba gear.'This is the critical moment. Don’t do it.
Say: “ either you send us home right now, pervert, with a nice fat cash bonus, or we will smash you in the balls so hard you won’t stand up for a month!”
M
montycrusto
Guest
Now we know what he meant by: “I could use someone like you on my staff”
windar
Teller of Tales
They could steal the helicopter. "Tara do you know how to fly this thing?"
"Nope, Delia, do you?"
"I'll give it a shot," Barb said.
Hey! I was being serious!
Failure to heed my advice will only lead to a perilous descent along a long and slippery slope
