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
