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East Coast Slavers Organization – I: A Caribbean Adventure
Chapter 06 – A Luxury Suite (or Tight, Tight, Everything is so Tight)
Back in the Sir Frances Drake suite, the three conspirators celebrated their victory. The two college girls oohed and ahhed over the beautiful flower arrangements and the snack tray set out for their use. A variety of fresh fruits and sweets were available for light snacking, along with the rich champagne. The luxurious candlelit suite captivated the girls.
Sophia Lenz and Rochelle Grosso were only too eager to be hired to humiliate the two older women that were so obviously 'prim and proper'. Michael Moore had explained that by morning the two would think they had spent the night fucking each other nearly to death in the suite's master bedroom.
They spoke of how funny it was that each of the three conspirators was on the islands from Miami. The two girls were on their second working summer vacation on the islands. Two years before, the girls briefly explored the island paradise over a Spring Break. Each received a number of offers for sex at handsome rates. Initially offended, they later began to think it would be fun. Hence, the annual pilgrimages that so far had covered all their summer expenses and provided plenty of spending money for the school year. Both girls were rising seniors in college.
Michael resolved to make this a special evening for the two and possibly get them to bend their rules later on about hooking during the school year.
Soon the three were naked in the Jacuzzi enjoying the aromatic swirling steam and sipping more champagne. They never heard the discrete knock from the concierge who was keeping a late night to fully satisfy this amazing customer.
After much splashing and cavorting, Michael disengaged himself from the two fun-loving girls and went to check on his two other guests. Sure enough, the staff had performed perfectly. An exhausted Ingrid was draped atop a stool in a modified hogtie. Her chest rested on the seat allowing her head to hang down free. Her knees were tied to the other side of the cushiony seat. This moved her delectable ass straight up into the air. Her hands were lashed to her side. She had been redressed in white stockings and a black corset with built-in garters. She also wore black 'fuck-me' heels and her friend, the red ballgag. Anyone would assess Ingrid naked and mouthwatering.
Michael walked around the semi-conscious girl and took a few pictures for mementos. Ingrid was only on display now as a piece of ornamental art. She was fucked out and barely awake, both from exhaustion and from the drugs coursing through her system. Ingrid looked like a total slut.
Michael couldn't resist fucking the delectable Ingrid statue. The corset suspenders holding up the black hose framed her ass perfectly. Michael rolled on a condom and lined himself up with Ingrid's anal star. The throbbing knob of his dick slipped smoothly into the already stretched ass. He glided easily all the way up her rectum. Much looser now from the gangbang, her ass was still snug, velvety, and hot to his greedy dick. As her sphincter clasped and winked at his increasing pace, Michael resolved to force Ingrid to play in future games before she was harvested. He had more than enough blackmail material to be sure she never escaped. If Michael decided that she would fill a customer's order, then picking her up in Miami would be a simple task. Ingrid's life would never be the same again.
The two girls came out of the bathroom laughing and giggling. The Ingrid statue was the crowing glory of Ingrid's humiliating night. The photos later showed Ingrid in many poses with the naked girls. It looked like the three had quite a party. After the photo session with the helpless Ingrid, the two still naked hookers moved Ingrid to join Connie on the king-sized master bed. The two now naked beauties were laid to rest on their backs. Laughing and enjoying themselves, Sophia and Rochelle grabbed a handful of colorful permanent markers and went to work on their canvases. Soon each sleeping beauty sported personalized love notes with forged signatures from either Connie or Ingrid.
Connie's body proclaimed (in part anyway):
"You are awesome – Luv Ingrid"
"Oh, God! Never better – Ingrid"
"Fuck me more – Your slut Ingrid"
"I ate you all night – Piggy Ingrid"
"I love you, Little Pussy – Ingrid"
"Nice tongue girl – Piggy"
"Piggy loves Pussy"
Similar notes adorned the torso of Ingrid's body – all signed by her sex-partner, Connie. Each was also covered with flying kisses, hearts, love arrows, and more girlish art.
Two different photo sessions followed. The first featured only photographs of Connie and Ingrid. The last photo session showed all four nymphet's in career ending poses. Actually, the two college girl sluts never realized the danger of posing for someone like Michael Moore. Afterward, Michael arranged Little Piggy and Little Pussy with their arms wrapped around each other while the girls each lubed-up a giant twenty-four inch double-ended jelly cock.
Sophia picked up the hot pink one and worked one end deep into Ingrid's pussy, forcing it through her dark, matted pubic hair.
Rochelle followed suit and drilled her neon orange cock deep into Ingrid's intestines.
Each girl then stuffed the free end of their floppy cocks deep into one of Connie's gaping holes. A hard push or two, and the girls were well and truly stuck together at the cunt and ass.
Surgical gloves were pulled out of a small paper sack that the kitchen staff had returned with the two sticky cunts. Each of the three donned a pair of gloves and started to squeeze the spent spunk from the two-dozen or so sperm-filled condoms in the bag.
"Girls, it looks like the restaurant staff, the chauffeur, and the hotel staff all helped themselves to a few pieces of Little Piggy or Little Pussy delight. Wonder if the girls were responsive through any of this?" Michael laughed and kidded with his two cohorts.
The slimy splooge was spread everywhere: eyelids, faces, hair, breasts, tummies, and more. The two respectable ladies would awaken two sore, sticky, and horrified bitches. Fortunately for them, any bruises or colorful ink was limited to their torso and asses.
Michael stepped up and carefully removed Ingrid's precious necklace and earring set. He then buckled a tight leather collar on each and clipped a six-inch neck chain between the two tarnished lovebirds.
Rochelle threw a new Polaroid camera on the bed by the filthy victims. Next she scattered the twenty color prints from the two packages of instant pictures that she had just taken (only depicting Ingrid and Connie in incriminating scenes). The prints shouted out to whoever saw them that the two girls had really tied one on and had way too much fun together.
Sophia found the alligator clip and chain set that Connie used earlier to control the unwilling and horrified Ingrid. Connie's full titties were soon straining to meet each other, thanks to the short chain. Sophia rummaged through Michael's magic bag and found the other matching set. Soon Ingrid's titties were also strongly tugged together by the evil clips and short chain. Sophia had added an evil twist. Each chain was wound through the other, effectively chaining the two beauties together, nipple-to-nipple, neck-to-neck, and groin-to-groin.
The still crisp and clean top sheet was then drawn up over the two, hiding the scene of debauchery. The room's drapes were pulled shut and the now empty champagne bottles were carelessly strewn around the bedroom.
Michael left a scrawled note on the bathroom mirror, almost covering it in bold, red, lipstick:
"Ladies, I enjoyed the start of our evening immensely. You two sure hit it off together in the restaurant. Sorry, but you two just got too wild for me. I left for a quiet room in another hotel. You two lovebirds have fun together. Will call and chat later,
Love M.M.
He then set the necklace and earrings back into their respective boxes and placed then into his carry bag. Time enough in the morning to return them to the jewelry store. They served their purpose. He smiled, "She may not even think of the pearls given what she will wake up to. Poor dear." The three then drew on complementary hotel robes, gathered up their few things and quietly crossed the hall to another, smaller suite. A dark, and thoroughly messy suite was left behind, … in silence, … to await horrified hysterics in the morning.
Michael was in bliss. He had a sweet, tasty, young pussy mashed down on his face and his hands were busy mauling and tugging on Rochelle's luscious titties. Rochelle was riding his face, looking forward. Behind her, Sophia (her friend, roommate, and sometimes lover) rode Michael's erect fuck stick. Sophia's arms were thrust back behind her shoulders grasping Michael's thighs, her full titties bouncing in the air.
Sophia's position allowed her pelvis to force his cockhead to scrape forcefully across the front wall of her cunt; caressing her 'g' spot.
All three were in fuck heaven.
Sophia started her orgasm with, "Ahhh, ahhh, ohhh, yesss." Rochelle was ready to move as soon as she felt her friend stop moving and begin twitching in place. She swung off Michael's face and pushed Sophia off the cock. "My turn, you greedy slut," she panted as her drooling pussy clasped Michael's dick and inched its way down, down, all the way to the hilt. "Oh, yes, … that's what I'm talking about, yes …" she babbled with joy.
Before she mounted up, Rochelle was already so close to coming. She leaned forward onto Michael's chest and demanded, "Fuck me! You bastard, fuck me! Now, ya, … ya, … ya, … aghhh!"
Michael grasped her perfect ass globes as her hot, tight, pussy slithered its way down his throbbing cock. He needed no further encouragement from Rochelle to seat her firmly down and pump for his life. Unlike Sophia's slow and dreamy screwing, this was full-blown, 'fuck me now sex'. They were racing to the finish line side-by-side.
Sophia fucked three fingers in her own drooling pussy and then stuck them deep into Rochelles' ass.
Rochelle felt the perfect ending coming. Her pussy and his cock both started twitching and jerking about together. Then something huge was stuck deep in her ass and rotated around. "Oh, fuck, … Sophia, … yes, yes, …" She felt a momentary twinge of regret that Michael refused her offer of a bareback fuck. He was the first lover or customer that she was willing, and even dreamed of, fucking bare. She respected that he only fucked women without a condom if they had two month's clean HIV and STD blood tests, and … the big one … they committed to fucking everyone else with condoms.
Michael was now more than ready. His dick had given him a serious case of blue balls over the course of the evening – first watching that luscious Ingrid dress, then lusting for her and imagining fantastic sex during the long dinner, and finally having to watch without being able to fuck as the kinky post-dinner floor show commenced. "Oh, God, Rochelle. I need to cum sooo bad," he was virtually begging her to give him a sign that he could shoot off into her clasping pussy.
With no further discussion, they each burst uncontrolled into orgasm. She stopped humping and swiveling and just ground down as hard as she could. Her contractions completely masked his equally strong reaction as he pumped over and over into the condom.
"This is great! This is really great," Michael thought to himself in post-coital bliss. He then drifted off to sleep with Rochelle still mounted on his softening cock. Rochelle started to nod off as well. Sophia was already snoring softly beside the two.
Author: Desert Dog ****** E-Mail: Desertlickingdog at yahoo dot com
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