Chapter 32
A week in Florida meeting Jeff and Rachel
As a pinnacle member, Grace had a free choice when to get off the cruise ship in Miami: to beat the –probably- long lines through immigration and customs, we chose to leave rather early and we were right. As we were among the first to leave, there were just a few foreigners, like ourselves, waiting in line at the immigration counters.
The immigration officer we got to was very friendly, asking all the traditional questions. Even though he was an avid cruiser himself, he was curious why we had chosen a transatlantic crossing by ship rather than by plane. He had never tried it himself and wanted to know if it wasn’t too boring to be 5 days at sea without visiting any port at all. After our explanation, I think we got him convinced to try it. Next was the car rental counter.
Judging by the line there and several disgruntled customers walking out, I was happy I had booked in advance. Due to the lack of small and medium cars, they gave us a free upgrade to a full size with all the options you can imagine, including GPS, which would come in very handy, so about one and a half hours after disembarking, we were on our way to Orlando.
“Mickey and Donald here we come,” I shouted leaving the rental car parking.
Some 3 hours later we arrived at the rental office for our villa in Kissimmee, where we were supposed to meet Jeff and Rachel, Grace’s realtor friends.
“How do you know these people?” I asked Grace.
“I met them at the vacation fair in Brussels when the USA was guest country of the year. They were there to promote their rental villas business in Kissimmee and trying to find a partner to handle the European side of affairs. With the European Union headquarters in Brussels, they had lots of customers wanting to come to Florida and its parks to vacation, but it’s extremely difficult for them to handle everything directly from the States, so I hope to convince them to put their business in the hands of my agency. For them, it would be far less worry, especially with all the languages, the money transfers, and to be sure people show up at the agreed date and time. It would be a tremendous business opportunity for me - well more for Nancy I hope, as I would like her to take on this business and specialize in it, now that we’ve started working together. This way we each have our own specialty and we can split it up into two separate companies protecting ourselves financially and maybe even save some on taxes.”
“I always knew you were an astute businesswoman, good on you Grace, just let me know how I can best support you, that’s the least I can do for you saving me from boring birthday parties and wishes.”
“Don’t worry I’ll make you earn your keep, and I’ll expect your efforts between the sheets too!”
“Promises, promises!” I said with a chuckle.
“I may yet surprise you, I did learn a thing or two during my fun afternoon with Lori. I still think back to the challenge with Mel. I knew you would turn it so you couldn’t lose: I guess when you told them later about the challenges Alicia had put you through when you were young, Mel understood he’d been set up.”
“Anyway, he accepted his defeat gracefully and we had a fantastic dinner together to celebrate our meeting on the cruise.”
“Yes, we did. They’re great friends, and I truly hope they’ll come back to Europe next year; I can’t wait to see them at work in Amsterdam.”
“I guess we’re supposed to go over to reception for check-in and to meet with Jeff and Rachel? You’ve met them before, what are they like?”
“Yes,” Grace replied, you’d better prepare yourself, Rachel’s a stunner, I’ll have to keep you on a short leash as I don’t think you’ll have any problem talking her out of her clothes and photographing her. Jeff is very good-looking too, I wouldn’t say no if he asked me.”
“What could he possibly ask from you, Grace?” Trying to look all innocent.
“Take a wild guess, they’re swingers...”
“And I guess you expect me to participate? My god woman, you’ll be the death of me yet, more sex?”
“You knew that upfront when you signed up for this trip.”
“Did I? I can’t remember seeing anything stipulated in the general or special conditions of the contract. I thought more of it as a benefit…well, for you at least, for me it’s just hard work.”
“You poor baby, I feel for you, is it the 60 that’s doing this to you?”
“Not yet, in a few more days, I’m still 59 now, so you’ve got those days left to wear me out.”
“Thank god for small favors.” We both burst out laughing, it was so loud some people in the parking area were looking at us curiously. When we walked into reception, I saw what Grace meant by ‘stunner’. As soon as Rachel saw Grace she came running, a big smile on her face, arms wide open, and gave her a big hug.
“You made it. Jeff and I began to worry you wouldn’t show up, that something had happened, but you’re really here.”
“We took our time, especially with all the speed limits in the States, we always stayed on the safe side. It’s so frustrating to drive so slowly on these empty highways, give me Germany any day, there at least you get big chunks of the road where there’s no speed limit at all.”
“Yes I remember, when we were over there, at first it was a bit frightening to drive over 200 kph (124 mph), but once we got used to it, it was great fun. I’ll never forget the first time you took us there and drove at 200, I almost shit my pants, I was so afraid, and when you laughingly took it up to 250 (155 miles), I closed my eyes, sure I would die in the next minutes.”
“That’s one of the things we love to do when Americans come over for the first time, take them to Germany and drive there as the Germans do, you were OK though, I had people in my car screaming. Anyway, we made it and it’s great to see you again. Allow me to introduce my chauffeur, friend, and travel companion, Lew.”
“Nice to meet you, Lew, I’ve heard a lot about you,” and before I could respond, she put her arms around me in a bear hug, pressing her impressive boobs into my chest. This woman looked and smelled like pure sex; when she finally let go I jokingly asked if Grace had been badmouthing me again?”
“No it was all good; you’re also her photographer I understand?”
“Amongst other things.”
“Ooh I’d like to hear more about those other things, but first let me introduce you to my husband Jeff.”
“Nice to meet you, Jeff.”
“Likewise Lew, welcome to our estate.”
“I must say, it looks impressive, enclosed and everything.”
“You can’t run a top-of-the-range estate anymore if you don’t enclose it and put a guard at the gate.”
“I see, well we look forward to visiting the area and seeing what you have to offer.”
“First time in the States Lew?”
“No, I’ve been over numerous times, both for pleasure and business. I worked for an American company for 42 years and the US has always been my favorite vacation destination, so I’ve visited a lot of States, both East and West.”
“You must tell us all about it in the coming week, but first let me guide you to your villa, so you can unpack and relax. Tonight we will take you to dinner.”
Grace was talking to Rachel while I had my chat with Jeff, but I couldn’t keep my eyes from wandering in her direction, the woman was a goddess. I estimated her close to 6 feet, without the heels, a beautiful classic face, but with lips, you would just love to feel wrapped around your dick. She was blonde of course, real or fake was difficult to judge - I would have to check her pussy! She wore an off-shoulder, bright-colored crop top, leaving my favorite part of a woman’s body bare, her sexy navel almost calling out to me. The part of her body that was covered by the top, probably favorite for most men, was impressive, my guestimate was at least a C cup, maybe even a D. Difficult to see if she was wearing a bra: if she was it must have been one of them flimsy things allowing her nipples to almost poke holes in her top. Below all these goodies, she wore cut-off jean shorts drawing attention to her killer legs which seemed to go on forever, she had her hip cocked provocatively to the side, her feet encased in 4-inch stiletto heels. Jeff wasn’t too bad looking either: I now understood Grace’s remark better. He was about the same size as me, just over 6 feet, but far more muscular, not bodybuilding fitness center muscular but normal healthy muscular like a guy that does a lot of manual labor - I could easily see him carrying a couple of bags of cement.
Once outside we got back in our car and they both joined us, Jeff in the passenger seat, Rachel in the back with Grace, still chatting away like lifetime friends who hadn't seen each other for a long time. Following Jeff’s directions, we soon ended up in front of a very beautiful villa.
“Your entry code is 9, 7, 5, 1, he told me.”
“No keys anymore?”
“Nope, it’s so much easier, we have a very structured way to change the codes after every visit making it easy for the cleaning teams. We have fixed cleaning teams, all members vetted by our private security, which consists mainly of retired police officers or firefighters. That has the added advantage that when something serious happens, they have direct contact with former colleagues - so far we never had a major incident.”
“How is it possible that you have so many ex-cops on your team then?”
“That’s thanks to my dad, he was a cop, and he was the one who put our team together when we started 5 years ago.”
“Sorry to be curious, but why did it take you so long to explore the European market for your villas, I always used to rent one when I came to Florida on vacation.”
“The market has changed tremendously over the past two years, the economy is down and we don’t get so many Americans anymore, so we needed to expand, that’s why we participated in the vacation fair in Brussels in the Spring, where we met Grace. When she got this offer from Royal Caribbean, she immediately contacted us, to find out if we were still interested in working together, and we are. We’re very excited that she is here now so we can sort out a workable contract.”
“So this is going to be a workweek then?”
“Don’t worry there’ll be plenty of time for fun as well: we got you a 3-day Park Hopper pass for Disney World. We thought you’d want to go there.”
“Absolutely, that’s MY main reason for coming here. It was extremely thoughtful of you to arrange that for us.”
“We’ll have some more, hopefully nice, surprises for you, more focused on adults than Mickey and Donald.”
“Don’t knock M & D. I become a child again every time I go there.”
“Yeah, we do too, believe me.”
When we walked into the villa I was pleasantly surprised by the quality of the furniture and the way the kitchen and bathroom were equipped, this was a few notches higher than what I was used to when I previously rented a vacation villa in that area.
“We’ll leave you now to unpack and relax, the pool is heated and so is the Jacuzzi. We’ll pick you up for dinner at seven if that’s OK for you?”
“Yes great, I’m looking forward to getting to know you both better.”
Jeff and Rachel walked back to their office and we started unpacking the car and the suitcases. Grace’s suitcase produced a few surprises for me, a nice tablecloth with real handmade lace decoration, and a six-pack of assorted Belgian beers, I recognized, Duvel, Mort Subite (Instant Death), Westmalle Tripel, Leffe Blond, Verboden Vrucht (Forbidden Fruit with a painting of Adam and Eve on the label) and De Koninck, a typical Antwerp city beer.”
“I would have loved to bring Leonidas chocolates as well, but I never like to risk it with customs here, and our travel time,” Grace said.
“Yeah, better safe than sorry, it would be a real waste if they were confiscated by customs and destroyed or if they would have turned bad, but I guess Jeff will appreciate the beers.”
“I know that Rachel loves lace, she bought loads when she was over in the spring, I guess as gifts for family or friends.”
“That’s very thoughtful of you. I used to do the same thing when visiting with friends or acquaintances abroad; you could never go far wrong with beer, lace, or chocolates.”
Going outside, the pool and Jacuzzi looked so inviting it was hard to resist. Looking around, I noticed it was well shielded from all sides. I remarked on this to Grace and she laughed mysteriously.
“What? Did I say something wrong?”
“No, I’m glad you noticed; it’s done on purpose.”
“Why’s that?”
“Remember I told you Jeff and Rachel are swingers? Well, they designed everything on this estate around the theme of swinging and free sex. You can do whatever you like in the Jacuzzi, or the pool for that matter, and nobody can see you.”
“Ingenious, so we can go skinny dipping?”
“Yes, we can.”
10 seconds later both of us jumped buck naked into the pool. The water was divine, almost bathwater temperature exactly the way I like it, and very similar to the pool in the Regent Pattaya hotel in Thailand where I stayed once many years ago. After swimming a few laps I caught up with Grace and held her in my arms, starting to kiss her, it was after all 48 hours since we had been intimate. Grace responded immediately, snaking her agile tongue deep into my demanding mouth and running circles around mine.
My cock quickly sprung to attention. I could easily lift her in the water, which is what I did, holding her buttocks while she opened her legs. Grace immediately caught on and helped by holding my dick, so I could impale her on it under the water. Her pussy felt heavenly enveloping my hot man-meat. We made slow love, her boobs bobbing on the water with their enticing and hard nipples rubbing against my chest every time I brought her up and let her slide down again. She helped, with her arms wrapped around my neck, all the while kissing me tenderly. From time to time, I sucked her tongue deep into my mouth, drawing moans from deep in her throat.
“You want me to do a Nancy on you?” she asked.
“A Nancy?”
“Yes, dear a deep dive and suck.”
“Are you able to do that?”
“Who do you think taught her that trick?”
“You did?”
Grace didn’t even answer, sliding quickly off of my cock, submerged engulfing it with her hot mouth. By the time she had to come up for air, I had had the most explosive orgasm, filling her mouth with squirt after squirt of gooey gunk. When she came up she was licking her lips as if she had the best meal ever.
“Oh my god I like your juice, it’s so creamy and rich in taste.”
“I want to have lunch too,” I shouted as I grabbed her by the waist and lifted her out of the water onto the side of the pool. Immediately diving between her legs, I covered her crotch with my mouth, ferociously attacking her cunt, while my hands moved to her tits, squeezing and rolling her nipples. I sucked on her clit so hard, as if I wanted to separate it from her body. The rough attention was making her wince and hiss.
She supported herself with her hands on the wet floor behind her back, pushing her quivering pussy hard against my face, trying to make my tongue go deeper inside of her. She jerked as her orgasm hit her, mewling, her voice high and thick with pleasure, first going all rigid, flying high on a cloud of rapture squirting her tangy-sweet juice into my wide-open mouth, then falling on her back, turning to jelly and shivering. I was in seventh heaven again to be allowed to drink from her fountain of love. I jumped out of the pool, took her hand to lift her, and we both fell down on the double sunbed, another feature fitting perfectly with the estate’s theme of carnal pleasure.
We woke at the same time, shivering from the cold as the sun was setting.
“Oh my god we fell asleep, what time is it?” Grace shouted, completely in a panic.
I looked at my watch, “don’t panic, it’s 6:15, plenty of time to prepare for our dinner date with Jeff and Rachel.”
We hit the shower together, washed each other, dried, and got dressed. By 6:50 we were ready, and 5 minutes later Jeff’s car pulled up in front of our villa.
“Well-rested for an evening of fun?” he asked with a big smile.
“Ready to roll,” I replied with a thumbs up.
“Excellent, we need to pick up Rache, you know what women are like when they need to get ready for an evening out,” he whispered in my ear.
“What was that about women preparing for an evening out?” Grace asked.
“She’s got hearing like a moth mate, be careful.”
“A moth?”
“Yes, scientists have established that moths have the most sensitive hearing of all the animals on earth.”
“Oh, that’s why. I'll be more careful in the future.”
I turned to Grace to respond to her question. “Nothing dear, we know that women usually need a bit more time to prepare than a man, our fault because we want them to look ravishing for us.”
“Yeah, yeah…”
When we pulled up in front of the reception, Rachel or Rache, as Jeff seems to call her, was waiting for us and despite the fact I had had lovely sex with Grace in the afternoon, I had to command my cock to stand down when I laid eyes on her. She’d changed her settings from stun in the afternoon, to kill this evening. Her luscious blonde curls framed her beautiful face, just the right amount of make-up to highlight her chocolate brown eyes, which made me doubt her hair color was natural. She wore a short cocktail dress with spaghetti straps ending mid-thigh, I would even dare to say upper thigh. The plunging neckline revealed a big chunk of the valley between her boobs giving away she was not wearing a bra. I also had doubts she was wearing any panties, there were no telltale marks to be seen on her skin-tight dress.
Whatever skin she was showing was all the same rather pale tone, making me rethink her natural hair color, my redhead radar blinking. There was no doubt in my mind that whatever sunbathing she did, she did it in the nude.
“Hi you guys, had a relaxing afternoon?” she said as she climbed in the back to join Grace.
“Yes we did, thank you, Rachel.”
“Please do call me Rache, as Jeff does, Rachel sounds like my grandmother.”
“OK Rache, that pool was divine, we really enjoyed it, especially the way it is positioned, guaranteeing total privacy. Believe it or not, we went skinny dipping,” Grace whispered the last part.
“Excellent, that’s the spirit, that’s why we designed it that way: we see total privacy as an important sales argument.”
“I hear you’re an excellent sales lady Rache, always ready with a sales pitch.”
“That’s what made us so successful in the past five years, we cater to a slightly older customer base, who want to relive their youth but remain discreet.”
“I’m afraid I can’t keep my curiosity at bay, but if you don’t mind telling me, how old, sorry young, are you Rache?”
“I’m thirty and Jeff’s thirty-two.
“So young and you run this estate?”
“We own this estate, Lew.”
“How did you do that, did you rob a bank or win the lottery?”
“No, Jeff worked on Wall Street from 20 to 25 and he made a killing on the stock market. It was a rat race and after 5 years he’d had enough of it so we realized our dream, this estate.”
“I see, I tip my hat to you lady and gentleman, you’ve done very well.”
“We’re happy here, we just need to keep the villas filled with customers and that’s where Grace will come in we hope, to increase our European customer base.”
“So where are you taking us, Jeff?”
“I heard from Grace you are a big fan of Tony Roma?”
“Oh yes, whenever I was States-side I had to find and eat at Tony Roma’s, you can’t get ribs like that in Europe, well not anymore, there used to be one in Zaragoza in Spain, but after a few years it disappeared, and the ribs were not as good as they are over here anyway. Another one of my favorites is Joe’s Crab Shack, the only negative thing is that they always set their aircon so cold. I was there once, having lunch, on Galveston Island and this young couple walked in, he in swim shorts and a T, she was only wearing a tiny bright blue bikini. They were in and out in less than 15 minutes and when she walked out she was shivering, her skin the same color as her bikini, and her nipples about one and a half inches long.”
“That must have been a sight for sore eyes.”
“Yes it was, I would have loved to take a picture of her.”
“I had heard you like to photograph nude ladies.”
“Absolutely there is nothing more beautiful in the world than the female body, for me preferably in its most natural form without piercings or tattoos.”
“I can totally agree with that, if Rache got a tattoo, I’d divorce her immediately, and I guess she would do the same to me if I did. When you take photos of the houses for Grace’s brochure, which I understand you will, you could include Rache in some. She loves to pose, in a bikini but especially in the nude, don’t you honey?”
“Yes, especially for a photographer who knows what he’s doing.”
“Oh, I see my reputation has already reached Florida.”
“You can thank Grace for that, she told us about your specialty.”
Shortly after we pulled up in front of Tony Roma’s on International Drive. I thoroughly enjoyed my favorite, honey-glazed baby-backs, followed by one of their famous sundaes: my trip to Florida was already a success. We ended the evening with drinks in Jeff and Rache’s home on the estate, mainly talking about the way forward and how Grace could best promote the business from Europe.
Jeff dropped us off at our villa around eleven after we agreed that Rachel would pick me up the next morning at ten to do the rounds, and let me take all the photos Grace needed. Grace would go over the paperwork with Jeff in their place and sign the required contracts. As it had been a busy day we were both knackered and fell asleep as soon as our heads touched the pillow in the huge bed. Somehow during the night, we had rolled together spooning as we discovered the next morning when we woke up almost together. Grace turned to face me with a big smile.
“I think we make a great team together, are you looking forward to your photo sessions with Rachel?”
“Who wouldn't be, taking such a beautiful woman on a photo tour.”
“I’m sure you’ll talk her out of her clothes as you have so many girls before her.”
“I don’t think I’ll have a hard time convincing her, Jeff already confided in me that she loves to pose, especially in the nude. Just to make sure, if the opportunity presents itself, would you be OK with me playing with her?”
“Not if you’ve got anything against me playing with Jeff if he asks.”
“We do make a great team, we always see eye to eye. Let the games begin, but first let’s get a good nourishing breakfast, any ideas where we can go?”
“The easiest is in the estate’s restaurant.”
“They have a restaurant here?”
“Of course they have, people that come here don’t want to slave over a hot stove to prepare meals. They can go to the restaurant or have meals delivered to their villa 24/7 by the catering service.”
“This is indeed a luxury resort, I guess you’re aiming for members of the European Commission as customers, and that’s why they chose you to represent them.”
“You’re catching on, and with the prices, they charge I will get a nice commission, so I’m counting on you to take pictures that will show off both the luxury and the ‘other’ possibilities. In fact, I’m thinking about making two catalogs, one showing the houses, with a second emphasizing the extracurricular possibilities if you catch my drift.”
“I guess that’s where Rachel will come into the picture, so to speak?”
“That was easier for you to grasp wasn’t it?”
“Yes dear,” I said with a chuckle, “let’s go eat, I can’t wait any longer to feast my eyes on Rache.”
After a lavish breakfast, featuring a generous helping of my all-time favorite baked beans we went looking for our hosts. Grace stayed in the office/reception building and Rachel took me in her car back to our place to gather my equipment, well my photo equipment, my other equipment was already present and anxious for action.
“Although they all look different on the outside, basically we have 3 types of villa,” Rachel informed me, “2, 4, and 6 bedrooms with 1, 2, or 3 bathrooms. The pool and Jacuzzis are adapted to the size of the villa and then we have 3 with specialty rooms.”
“Specialty rooms?”
“You know, a room set up for specific activities; there are fitness freaks and there are people that have other special requirements.”
“You mean more kinky requirements?”
“Yes, indeed.”
“Has Grace told you I have the local BDSM clubhouse in the cellar of my studio?”
“No! She never gave me that information, so you know all about the lifestyle then?”
“Not exactly everything but I do know some of it, we even had some sessions onboard the cruise ship.”
“On the cruise ship? No way!”
“Absolutely, there was an American couple on board I had met previously when they visited me in Belgium. Mel is a bondage master and he gave us a nice demonstration tying up his lovely wife Lori in our stateroom on the ship.”
“Ah, now I understand I was wondering how you could have a BDSM session onboard a regular cruise ship.”
“Are you practicing the lifestyle?”
“We dabble,” she said, leaving it at that.
Arriving at the first villa, a two-bedroom type, we got out and I started taking pictures, Rachel showed me around explaining the differences from the others and what she thought I should photograph in this one and the others, to bring out the different features.
“We’ll do photos of the pool and Jacuzzi in the next one, it features the biggest pool.”
When we arrived at the next villa, Rachel quickly took me around, it wasn’t much different from the one we’d seen before, but the show started when we got to the pool area. Rachel got out before me, and by the time I had had a quick look, she’d stripped to an extremely tiny bikini.
“OK, where do you want me?” she asked with a smile.
“Wow, please allow me to adjust to the dazzling beauty in front of me,” I said with a big smile, “let me see, maybe you could recline on one of the sunbeds?”
She lay down looking at me.
“Let’s try to make it as natural as possible Rache, just lie as if I wasn’t here.”
“If you weren’t here, I wouldn’t be wearing this bikini,” she replied.
“And what would you be wearing then instead?”
“Absolutely nothing!”
“I understand – but let’s agree we’ll do the kinky stuff later!”
“What’s kinky about sunning in the nude?”
“Nothing in my book, but there are lots of people out there who would object, unless of course you only want to attract liberated customers?”
“No, of course not, that’s the reason we went to all the trouble of figuring out how to layout each villa so that total discretion is guaranteed.”
“OK, I get your point.”
We got through a whole session of photos with Rache’s lithe feminine body covered with the tiny bits of textile she had brought. After a while, I could see she was getting bored.
“OK Rache, you can now do your thing if you wish,” I said while I had a quick glance at my camera, when I looked up she was starkers, and yes I was right, she was a ginger. She had a small heart-shaped patch of red pubic hair above her neatly waxed pussy. Her boobs were magnificent, totally defying gravity, with cute pinkish small nipples and areolae. In one word she was a goddess come alive and I immediately felt my member come alive too. “Stand down you’re not getting any yet!” I thought, but that didn’t do me any good, it kept trying to show its ugly head. Rachel was set to tease me! She knew what effect she had on men, especially slightly older men like myself.
“I’ve got a question for you, I just saw my suspicion of you being a natural ginger confirmed, so why did you dye your hair blonde?”
“Jeff prefers it.”
“Then why only the hair on your head, why not go for a total blonde look?”
“To be honest I’ve never thought about it, but I can’t ask the salon I use to also dye my pubic hair.”
“There must be a beauty parlor that caters to that kind of request. A friend of mine who runs a beauty parlor in our village does it almost daily. If you would have it done, I’m sure Jeff would appreciate the new look tremendously.”
“You just gave me an excellent idea for our upcoming anniversary, but even if the carpet doesn’t match the drapes do you see anything else you like Lew?” she asked, her voice, oozing sex.
“You’re one of the most gorgeous women I’ve ever seen Rache, but for now I need to concentrate on my photos.”
“OK, we can maybe play a bit when we get to the next house?”
I took photos very similar to the ones I shot before with Rache in her bikini, but now with her in the altogether. I tried to do it tastefully, although I couldn’t resist the urge to take some shots of her lady bits using the zoom lens, I hoped she hadn’t noticed. I had a feeling she was getting aroused, finally being able to pose naked for me. Jeff had warned me about her exhibitionist side and the arousing effect it had on her. I could see her pussy becoming moist after she had, furtively, slid a few fingers over it. She had also casually caressed her tits when she took up her position in the Jacuzzi, thinking I hadn’t seen. If only I could get my mouth on those tits and suck them.
“Are you done with this site Lew?” she asked, sort of waking me up from daydreaming about what I could do to this godlike creature.
“Yes I think so, we can move to the next one.”
Rachel grabbed her bikini and walked out naked in her 4-inch stilettos, her butt swaying from left to right in the most provocative way, building up the sexual tension between us. She got behind the wheel of the car and drove to the next place.
“Now this one features a specialty room, one that might remind you of home,” she said with a wink. The whole interior was decorated in a totally different sort of kinky way from the ones we’d been in before, and it didn’t take me long to guess what the specialty room was for. After she opened the door, she stepped inside, switching on the dimmed light. It was as if I walked into an exact copy of the Fifty Shades of Grey playroom of Christian Grey. Rachel fit right in, she could have perfectly played the part of Anastasia Steele, with the difference that she was already naked. The way she looked was breathtaking, especially after she turned and looked at me with big innocent eyes, her mouth slightly open, just the same as Dakota Johnson did when she walked into that room for the first time in the movie and saw all the special furniture and tools neatly displayed in racks. I couldn't resist snapping some photos of that look with the room in the background.
“I don’t think it’s fair that I’m naked and you’re not.”
“Story of my life, this seems to happen with all the women I photograph, would you care to do something about it?”
“What did you have in mind?”
“Make me a proposal.”
“OK, if you get naked, you can play with me, in this room, for a whole hour. I’ll be your sex slave, just like Anastasia was in the movie - deal?”
“I can live with that, but what about your husband, what would he say?”
“He doesn’t mind, I bet you he’s playing with Grace as we speak and I’m not talking about Monopoly.”
“In that case, I’ll take you up on your offer, but I have some rules: you will surrender to me totally, I’ll need a safe word from you, and starting from now you will call me Sir or Master.”
“Yes, Master, and my safe word is Dakota,” giving me immediate confirmation this was not the first time she subjected to a Master.
I took Rachel by one hand and led her to some sort of vertical rack. It had handcuffs dangling from the bar at the top, and she automatically raised her arms, spreading them wide, with her hands next to the cuffs. I immediately secured them, while at the bottom, she put her feet in some sort of open boots with some serious straps, going halfway up her calves. She seemed to know what she was getting into, though I had no idea yet why there was this boot-like retention system. Once secured, she looked at me with hopeful eyes, but I didn’t start undressing as she had probably hoped. She looked great in a vertical spread-eagled position.
“Why don’t you get naked, as we agreed?” she asked.
“MASTER!” I shouted.
“Master,” she repeated demurely.
“You just earned yourself your first punishment,” I said, grabbing one of the floggers hanging nearby. “I will get naked when I feel like it slave,” standing behind her I began flogging her lithe naked body, first concentrating on her back and butt, with an occasional hit between her legs, right on her pussy. Moving to her front I saw a button on the side of the contraption she was secured in.
“What’s this for?” I asked her - no reply, “OK, I’ll push it and see what happens.
“No please don’t!” she shouted.
“MASTER!” I shouted and corrected her again by swatting her boobs a couple of times.
A whispered “Sir, please don’t,” followed.
“I didn’t hear you, slave,” I replied while I pushed the button, I heard a whirring sound, like an electric motor starting up, and the construction she was strapped into began to turn. Now I understood why her feet were encased in these boot-like features. Slowly but surely she was turned upside down, now totally open for anything I wished to subject her to. Due to the rotation, I had to move again to the other side to face her. She looked ravishing, her tits still standing straight out defying gravity, sporting rock-hard nipples now at least one inch long. Her pussy lips were already moist, and a few small beads of sweat had flowed from under her armpits along the side of her arms. Her abdomen was beautifully concave, with her sexy navel calling out to me. Not wanting to keep her on tenterhooks to see me naked for too long, I slowly removed my shirt, which got me some guttural catcalls from her side, then undid the top button of my jeans, stripping out of them, my swollen male appendage straining against my boxers.
“Please show me your cock Master!” she whispered.
“Did you yet earn the privilege to see my man meat, slave?”
“Maybe not yet Master, I’ve been a bad girl craving to suck your cock and I want you to flog me again if that displeases you.”
“It doesn’t necessarily displease me slave, but before I allow you the pleasure of my cock, I definitely think you need more flogging.”
With her legs wide open displaying her delicious pussy so invitingly right in front of my eyes, the urge to flog it and turn it red was very strong indeed. I restrained myself though to two strong swats, drawing whimpers of pleasure from her other lips.
High time to honor my promise of getting naked. I pulled my boxers down, letting my dick spring out at full attention, saluting her beautiful body. The way she was positioned was perfect to shove it straight into her mouth, which she opened eagerly taking me all the way in. Not only was her position perfect for sucking me, but I was also directly above her pussy inhaling her enticing female aroma. I couldn't restrain myself anymore, desperately wanting to taste this divine creature, so I ferociously attacked her cunt with my mouth. With both of my hands on her butt cheeks, I pushed, as if trying to bury my whole face in her pink oyster. Rachel groaned in pleasure and so did I as I fucked her face with my steel rod. Her tongue was like a magic wand doing unimaginable things to my glans, and I had to pull out quickly, not willing to cum just yet. Her head had turned very red; high time to turn her back, so I hit the button. After all, she had promised me a whole hour of submission, and up to now, my cock had only explored one of her holes.
After untying her, I put another pair of handcuffs on her and led her to a padded spanking bench I’d noticed in one corner, rather similar to the one Tanja had in the club, and made her lie down on her back. It had two vertical poles on one side to which I cuffed her ankles, with her legs spread wide open, giving me total access to her dripping cunt. I secured her hands over her head, so her upper body stretched, making her boobs stand out. Wandering around the room, I picked up a few items that would help me to bring her to heights she had never reached, at least that’s what I hoped.
I began my pleasure-torture session with a riding crop, just a question of bringing and keeping her body and especially her pussy at the required temperature. Three quick soft slaps directly on her clit had her moaning, followed by a hard one drawing a low howl.
“Shut up slave or I’ll give you ten of these.”
“Yes Master,” came quickly.
I continued in the same rhythm, three soft, one hard hit. Her pussy was nicely pinking up. After three hard ones, I tenderly petted her snatch with my hand and gave it a kiss and a lick for good measure, again drawing satisfied moans from her lips.
Next, I took a plugged-in magic wand in the palm of my hand while shoving two fingers into her dripping vulva, making a come-here movement to transfer the vibrations of the wand to her G-spot. After a few minutes, she came, squirting profusely, while mewling, her voice high and thick with pleasure.
Her boobs drew my attention. They were so nicely pushed forward by the way she was positioned, her nipps still very hard and large, ready for some nipple play. I clamped them with a wooden clothespin on each drawing a small yelp from her mouth which I then invaded with mine, my tongue exploring her depths. She eagerly responded by sucking me inward. When she let go again, I picked up the flogger I had used before and began flogging her tits until I succeeded in removing the clothespins.
During all that play, my cock had gone down a bit so it was high time for her to bring it back to its full glory with her mouth, which she gladly did. When it was back at full mast, I took up a position between her legs and rammed it balls deep into her dripping cunt resulting in a surprised sharp intake of breath from her side. Grabbing her ankles I began pounding into her like a steam engine. This was something I could do for a fairly long time, thanks to my training with Alicia so many years ago.
After about fifteen minutes of pounding her pussy, it was time to conquer her last vestige, her enticing ass. With all the juice that had flowed from her cunt it was already well lubricated, but I approached my target carefully placing the head against her little brown star pushing until it began opening up, slowly allowing me entry into her backyard playground. Pushing steadily, my steel rod disappeared inch by inch into her sleek tunnel until my abdomen touched her butt cheeks. While ramming her back passage, I picked up the magic wand and applied some vibrations to her clit, making her scream out in pleasure.
“Yes, oh my god yes. Can I cum please Master?”
“You can cum when I fill your ass with my hot spunk, but not before slave!”
“Thank you, Master, please fill me up quickly,” she whispered, already flying high on a cloud of rapture. I now quickly joined her, and as her asshole was clamping down on my overheated cock, my cum raced up my shaft from my balls pumping her hot rectum full of even hotter sperm, filling it to overflowing. She began to shiver and shake as far as her restraints allowed. As she was rather vocal we were lucky to be in a closed room, or else, she would have shared her orgasm with the whole estate.
“I can’t hold it any longer, I’m cumming, oh my God yes, YES, YES!”
I kept the magic wand pressed to her clit at full vibration and kept her orgasm going until she began to scream.
“Please stop, don’t make me cum anymore, I can’t take anymore, turn it off pleeeaaase. I kept the wand pressed against her cunt for another 5 seconds before switching it off. A torrent of searing pleasure burned through her body, causing it to convulse, and leaving her totally spent for several minutes. When I untied her, she looked at me in post-orgasmic bliss.
“It’s been a long time since somebody made me cum like that: I can understand why Grace asked you to join her on this trip,” she got up, walked outside still completely naked but with her shoes in her hand, dropped in the car, on the passenger side, asking me to do the driving.
While Rache and I were playing in the red room, Grace and Jeff had finished their meeting in the office, after which he took Grace to their villa. Jeff lifted Grace’s hand and placed a kiss on it.
“Oh, a perfect gentleman, even giving me a hand kiss!” Grace said with a shy smile.
“Yes, Grace and I would like to kiss even more parts of you, if you would let me.”
“Kiss more of me? Which part did you have in mind then?”
“How about your pussy?”
“My, you don’t beat about the bush do you?”
“It’s your bush I’m a fan of Grace.”
“Then I’m afraid I’ll have to disappoint you, mine is neatly shaven.”
“Are you serious? But I’ll need to see that with my own eyes.”
“You want to see a 52-year-old pussy?”
“Yes please, don’t keep me in suspense,” Jeff said while he took Grace in his arms and kissed her tenderly on the lips, “I love cougars.”
”Oh I’m a cougar now, am I?”
“Yes, I even heard from Lew you’re not averse to some kinky play.”
“What has he been telling you?”
“He told me about some of the things you did on board with an American couple.”
“You mean Lori and Mel?”
“Yes, those were the names I think. What I didn’t catch was how you got to know them.
“They were acquaintances of Lew, and the funny thing was that indirectly they got to know Lew through my daughter Nancy.”
“Through your daughter Nancy, how did that happen?”
“Lew took some photos of Nancy and her baby Emelia, in the nude of course; the photos were sold to an international agency and Lori found them so fantastic, they looked up who took them. On their trip around Europe, they visited Lew and had their photos, also in the nude, taken by him, and then to top it all, they had taken the same cruise ship we did to make their crossing back to the States.”
“I see, but how and when did you and Lew become an item?”
“Oh, we’re not ‘an item’ we’re just good friends, OK friends with benefits, but only friends, and I invited Lew to join me on this cruise because it was impossible for Nancy and the baby to come with me and to escape the birthday celebrations Lew feared.”
“Oh, when was that?”
“It hasn’t happened yet, it’s this Friday, October 10.”
“We must set up something then.”
“No that’s why he wanted to be away, not to be reminded of the fact that he turns 60.”
“No, we have to do something, even if it’s just a nice dinner, just the four of us, we can make it special, bring in some nudity, Rachel will love that, she prefers to run around naked all the time anyway, Knowing my Rache I guess that Lew won’t be much good to you tonight between the sheets.”
”Meaning?”
“She’ll have worn him out, they went to visit the villa with the 50 shades of Grey room - we have one too, by the way. Maybe we could use it on Friday as an added surprise. Besides, come to think of it that would be perfect because we too have something to celebrate on Friday: on that day, 15 years ago, we kissed for the first time, we’re high school sweethearts. Rachel was a cheerleader and I was part of the football team when we began going steady, we married when Rachel turned 18.”
“Can I see this famous room?”
“Yes you can, but there are consequences attached.”
“Consequences, what consequences?”
“Remember the movie, when Anastasia went in there she had to shed all of her clothes and totally subject herself to Christian; are you ready to do that?”
“Yes!”
“OK let’s go then, you can start by removing some of your clothes.”
“And will you remove yours as well?”
“I may eventually.”
“You’re just like Lew, he always gets me naked but keeps his clothes on.”
While being led by Jeff to the mysterious room Grace shed her outer clothes. Opening the door he instructed her to step in and strip down to her skin and take up a kneeling position right next to the entry door. Grace complied gracefully, keeping her eyes to the floor, as she remembered from the movie. After Jeff had closed and locked the door he took her hand and led her to a padded leather bench. She looked with fearful eyes at all the equipment that was displayed on the racks and, fearing even more what was hidden in the cupboards along the walls. Jeff made her kneel on the lower part of the bench, pressing with his hand on her back so her boobs rested on the upper slightly higher part.
He busied himself with straps to secure her ankles while spreading her thighs and legs, then made her stretch her arms out in front of her and secured her hands with a pair of soft leather Velcro handcuffs to the front of the bench. Grace was very nervous but already slightly aroused. Jeff put a hand on her lower back, sliding down her butt to her inner thigh, letting his thumb brush her sex, feeling her moistness, and producing a satisfied hum.
He walked away from Grace, who tried to see where he was going and what he was doing, but that was rather difficult, the way she was tied up; she could only go by her hearing. She expected Jeff was going to flog her and she was not disappointed as she heard him detach something from one of the hooks. The next thing she heard was a swish in the air, followed by a swat on her butt. She gave a light tentative moan expecting worse. The worst was yet to come, and after some lighter swats across her back, Jeff hit her butt hard. Grace let out a surprised scream, and her butt immediately turned pink. Jeff continued, including her thighs in the process with every so many swats a hard one, always on a different spot though, turning her back, butt and thighs into an even-colored darker pink. Jeff checked regularly with his hand if everything was OK with her skin occasionally passing a finger or thumb over her pussy to feel how wet she was getting. After some 30 swats, Grace had become seriously aroused, her juices flowing profusely down the inside of her thighs. Jeff then took up a position in front of her and started removing his shirt; Grace looked in awe at his broad muscular chest.
He undid the handcuffs and the straps around her ankles, making her stand up, then leading her by the hand to a big bed covered in black satin sheets where she was told to lie down. His hands went immediately to her perky breasts, after which he let his hands slide over the side of her sexy frame to that magical place between her legs. She felt an incredible wave of sexual ecstasy run through her body when he spread her legs, inspecting her vulva from close by, taking in her womanly musky scent, after which he flicked his tongue against her outer lips, drawing a moan from her upper lips. When, all of a sudden, after a few minutes of cunnilingus he got up, Grace looked at him uttering a disappointed moan.
This quickly turned into a sultry look when she saw he was undoing the top button of his jeans and sliding them down his legs, his hard cock prominently displayed in his slip, the head just peeking over the top. Jeff was well endowed when he finally removed his slip and his 8-inch cock sprang out. Grace gasped, not so much surprised by the length but more by the girth, close to the size of a beer bottle. He pointed his weapon directly at her snatch while lightly stroking it.
“Is that all for me?” She asked mesmerized by the display in front of her.
“Wherever you want it Grace.”
“Oh in my pussy, please, only in my pussy.”
Jeff stepped forward, holding his boner and directing it towards her wet cunnie, while Grace held her cunt open with both hands, wanting it deep in her but yet frightened by the girth of this monster. Fully aware of his size, Jeff took his time entering her, first sliding the bulbous head over her snatch, splitting her lips apart, and lubricating the head profusely, making good use of her generously flowing juices. Only then he began to push, entering her inch by delicious inch, stretching her very wet folds to the maximum, then bottoming out after what seemed like an eternity to her, their pubic bones finally kissing each other.
“Oh my God Grace you feel so tight,” he murmured in her ear.
“No wonder with that monstrous dick of yours, I’ve never felt so full in my life.”
Reassured that Grace was OK, Jeff began to pull his rigid pole slowly out of her quivering hole, keeping the head inside, and then sliding back all the way in a slow-motion fuck movement.
You can go faster if you want,” Grace whispered.
That was all Jeff needed to begin pounding her sleek tunnel, picking up speed like a freight train leaving the station, and reaching full speed within a few minutes, driving her into the mattress. Grace held on for dear life, her hands around his neck, now confident she was not going to die because of this monster invading her innermost sanctum. All her fears of being split in two were gone, the experience surpassing her wildest dreams. Jeff being athletic, managed to rest on his elbows and keep his hands on her tits, squeezing them, pinching her nipps between his thumb and index, and sending small electric shocks directly to her clit.
He was building her up fast, bringing on her orgasm at warp speed, and yet when it hit her, it was completely unexpected and with a force, she’d never experienced before in her life. Her ankles quickly crossed around his lower back, her arms around his head keeping him in a stranglehold, just to pull him deeper into her sopping hole, trying to increase the euphoria she was experiencing. Her orgasm kept going for more than 30 seconds. With her legs firmly around his body, Jeff had stopped pumping in and out of her, trying to breathe and stay alive with her arms tight around his neck. When she finally let go he took a deep breath, looking at her mature, still gorgeous, naked body covered in a thin sheen of sweat, hoping she was OK because she still had her eyes closed, panting.
“You OK Grace?” he whispered.
An, also whispered, “Yes,” was all she could bring out for the moment, followed by a “please give me a minute.” Reassured she was OK, Jeff slid off Grace, wrapping his arms protectively around her as if shielding her from all the dangers in the world. They lay like that for a good 10 minutes, allowing their breathing and heartbeats to slowly return to normal.
Oh boy, that was…I can’t even begin to describe what that was, definitely “du jamais vu.’
”Duu jamay vuu? What does that mean?” Jeff said having a bit of difficulty repeating it.
“Oh yeah, you don’t speak French, do you? It means, something I've never seen or experienced in my life before, it’s an expression we commonly use in Belgium, most of the Flemish-speaking people are bi-lingual and use Flemish and French expressions back and forth. By the way, what time is it?”
“It’s 12:30; we’ve got to get going if we want to meet up with Rache and Lew for lunch at 1 pm as we agreed.”
“So do we have still time to take a shower, care to join me?”
“By all means, I still want to enjoy your beauty a little bit longer if you don’t mind.”
“Good the feeling is likewise, I would love to wash your athletic body.”
Although they didn’t have much time, the horsing around continued in the shower. After soaping and rinsing each other, Grace got on her knees wanting to see how far she could get his huge, half-erect penis into her mouth: she managed close to 6 inches but had to give up due to his width, which stretched her mouth to almost bursting. Because of his girth she couldn't deep throat him, though by using her agile tongue, and superb suction technique, she managed to make him cum before the shower was over. That left them 5 minutes to get dressed and get to the restaurant where Rachel and Lew were already waiting for them, enjoying a pre-lunch drink.
After a pleasant lunch, Jeff and Rachel returned to their jobs while Grace and Lew adjourned to their villa for some well-needed rest after their morning escapades. At seven they had a small dinner together and returned agreeing they'd had enough sex for that day. With a view to what they were planning for the next few days, they turned in early.
The next three days were spent at Disney World, hopping between The Magic Kingdom, Epcot, Hollywood Studios, and the Animal Kingdom. Making the most of their three-day pass they tried to stay till closing time and see the electrical parade or the fireworks or the laser show in Epcot, before going back to their villa where they dropped like dead in their beds.
Finally, Friday arrived, Lew’s birthday which they agreed to spend just resting, having a leisurely swim in their heated pool, or soaking in the Jacuzzi. After lunch, Grace announced she had to have a small additional meeting with Jeff and Rachel to iron out some last details. I had no idea it was to plan a fun-filled evening for my birthday. I returned to the villa by myself, looking forward to a nice siesta. Upon returning, Grace told me we were having a final going-away dinner with our hosts, which sounded perfectly normal to me. We needed to be at their villa at 7 for drinks; Jeff was doing a BBQ so there was no need to get all spruced up, and as the weather was still very nice, even in the evening, shorts and a T-shirt would be fine; which was also what Grace had donned.
We pulled up in front of their villa just before 7. The gate to the backyard was open so we could walk in. They were both busy preparing stuff: Jeff was lighting the BBQ and Rache was behind a small bar they had on the sundeck. When I approached I was surprised to see how she was dressed: she wore a small white apron, barely covering her naked breasts behind the top. Coming out to greet us, I saw she wore a tiny bikini bottom, mmh probably that time of the month I thought but paid no further attention to it. Jeff wore shorts, his upper body naked.
Grace prepared us Margaritas and we adjourned to the deckchairs they had around the pool. On a small table, she’d set plates filled with all kinds of appetizers to keep us busy while Jeff did his BBQ thing. We chatted pleasantly about our adventures in the Parks, bringing up memories from previous visits. We also learned more about how they had developed their estate, from the time they came looking to buy land until the final opening two years later. Rachel showed us lots of photos from the actual building of the villas and the inauguration. She was very proud of the various celebrities they had had the pleasure of receiving and the words of praise they left in their guestbook.
After a few Margaritas, we were served the succulent ribs Jeff had prepared, even far better than the ones we had earlier in the week at Tony Roma. I even asked him jokingly when he planned to open a branch of “Jeff’s Ribs House” in Belgium. At the end of the meal, Rachel came out with a beautifully decorated cake with 6 small candles on top and they all burst into “Happy Birthday”; I turned beet red. The girls each came to me covering me with kisses, some on the cheek but also some full on the mouth with tongue added for good measure.
“Come on guys, this is exactly what I was trying to get away from.”
“Well we couldn’t let it pass as if it didn’t happen, Lew, it’s just us, no big celebration and besides we are celebrating our first kiss, today, some 15 years ago as well,” Jeff said who pumped my hand congratulating me.
“And we have presents,” Rachel announced finally taking off her apron, her tantalizing tits now finally full on display. “I’ve also got a small surprise for you too darling,” she said turning to Jeff. She slowly undid one of the small bows on the side of her bikini panties, holding it up to keep her mound covered while she undid the other side. She then whipped it away in one smooth movement, unveiling not only that magical place where her legs meet but showing off the heart-shaped patch of pubic hair, no longer ginger-colored but matching the blonde dyed hair on her head.
“Oh my God!” Jeff exclaimed, his eyes as big as saucers and his hand before his wide-open mouth. “You did that for me, darling?”
“Yes dear, I know how much you like my blond hair, so I made sure that from today the carpet matches the drapes.”
“It’s beautiful,” he shouted while he dove between her legs to give the new hairdo a welcome kiss.
“So you found a place that provides this kind of treatment?”
“Yes I did, and this is the result, but I’m afraid darling in the future I’ll need two appointments each time I get my hair dyed.”
“I don’t care I love it.”
In the meantime, Grace had disappeared, I thought she’d gone to the loo, but she seemed to take a long time.
“I’m gonna look for Grace, see if everything is OK with her,” I announced.
“No, you don’t!” Rachel said, “As the birthday boy you still need to get your present, and that’s what we are going to do now, please stand up, don’t be alarmed, I have to blindfold you, instructions of Grace.”
“Oh boy what has she concocted up now?”
“You’ll love it I promise, and it’s something you won’t guess in a million years.”
Rachel stood behind me holding a blindfold with which she expertly covered my eyes, then she took my hand. I had no idea where we were going, although I had a feeling we were going inside. Going by the sounds I could hear we were going through some corridors and doors, then after a while, we stopped.
“When you hear the door close, you can remove the blindfold, but not before,” Rachel said to me, “no cheating or you'll be punished in the red room.
“OK boss,” I said. I heard her move away and indeed close a door. Time to see what they had prepared as a surprise for me.
When I took off the blindfold I was blinded by a brightly lit white object. After my eyes adjusted, I saw a white naked female, on her knees her back to me. I immediately recognized Grace’s beautiful back - so that’s where she disappeared to. The rest of the room was dark. She had a piece of paper stuck to her back, and coming closer I could read what was printed on it: ‘For the birthday boy, the only really personal thing I could still give him, please turn over’, which I did, reading in huge letters: ‘MY ANAL VIRGINITY’.
“Oh my god Grace, do you really want to do this?”
“Yes, Master, can you please take my last remaining virginity.”
“Are you sure?”
“Stop fiddling around, I trained for this, put that beautiful cock of yours in my ass, I’m ready for it, cleaned, lubed, and everything. Unless it’s not hard…?”
“It’s hard alright, it jumped to attention as soon as I saw that enticing ass of yours so beautifully displayed.”
I quickly shed my clothes and detected a bottle of lube right next to her to grease up my manhood, and claim this unique birthday gift. That done, I grabbed Grace’s hips, bringing my cock into attack position. Not knowing how and with what she had trained, I proceeded, carefully holding my cock with one hand, the other remaining on her hip lightly pressing against her puckered asshole, trying to entice her tight anal ring protecting her asshole to allow me access. When she felt me touch it with my cock she produced mousy little squeaks.
“Push damn it!” she shouted,” I want you inside”.
I did and her sphincter gave way, allowing the head of my penis entry. From then on it was easier; slowly pushing forward I saw my cock disappear inch by inch down her black hole until my pelvis finally touched her firm buttocks. After holding it all the time I was deflowering her, I could hear her now starting to breathe again.
“Are you OK? I’m not hurting you?”
“No silly, it feels great but very full; you can start moving now if you want.”
I carefully pulled out, still not entirely sure I was not hurting her, but going by the noises she was making she seemed to feel good. She was indeed, as she felt an incredible wave of sexual ecstasy run through her body sending jolts of pleasure directly to her cunt just on the other side of the fleshy wall between her ass and pussy. I ventured to increase the speed of my movements, pumping in and out of her. Once I was going at a steady rhythm, she began purring like a cat.
“Do you like your present?”
“Yes, I’m so grateful you want to do this for me.”
“Would you do something for me as well?”
“Absolutely, just name it dear.”
“Can you shout real hard for Jeff?”
“Why would I do that?”
“I talked a lot with Lori on the ship and she got me interested in a DP, and now that you’ve claimed my ass, I would very much like to experience that as well. I trust Jeff completely after our morning session in this very room a few days ago.”
“Oh, you had a session in this room with him?”
“Yes, like you had one in a very similar room with Rachel, remember?”
“Yes I did, you’re right, OK then let’s go for it.”
I shouted at the top of my voice, “JEFF!”
“Yes, is she ready for it?” He answered immediately, opening the door.
“Were you waiting just outside the door for the call?”
“Yes we were,” Jeff replied, while he and Rachel walked in, both buck naked.
“You knew about this?”
“Yes again, Grace asked me if I would be willing to participate in her little experiment.”
“So this was all a setup then?” I said looking crossly at them…” I love it!” I shouted, upon which their facial expressions changed from nervous to a big smile, grasping I had been pulling their legs with my fake anger reaction. “How do we go about this?”
“I’ll lie on the bed while Grace straddles me, taking me cowgirl style into her folds and you attack from the back, you get the one girl, I get two.”
“What do you mean you get two?”
“Yes, I get to eat my Rache’s blonde pussy while I fuck Grace’s pussy, two pussies for the price of one.”
“Hey, I thought I was the birthday boy here?”
“Yes you are and you’ll get two asses for the price of one.”
“Meaning?”
“We agreed that once Grace has orgasmed, she’ll swap with Rachel who’d like to experience DP as well.”
“I see, you’ve got it all nicely worked out: I like your style, Jeff.”
“I can’t claim credit for this setup - it was all Grace's idea.”
“Thank you, Grace. You’ve given me a birthday celebration I’ll remember for a very long time. Can you organize my next one in a similar fashion please?”
“Yes, if you’ll allow me to celebrate with you.”
“Deal!”
Jeff took up position on his back on the bed, which was made up with red satin sheets.
I noticed his huge cock. ”That’s a serious weapon you have there Jeff. Do you think Grace can accommodate you?”
“Don’t you worry, I know she can, we had our own test ride earlier this week when you were test-riding Rachel.”
“Was that the day you came home to the villa so tired from taking all the photos?” Grace interjected, barely able to keep a straight face and finally bursting out, laughing
Grace climbed on the bed straddling Jeff facing him, and positioning her dripping cunt just above his impressive steel rod and starting to impale herself on it with a huge satisfied sigh. She clearly loved this huge cock inside her; I only hoped there was going to be enough room left for me in her hot body, and I was soon to find out.
Grace stuck out her bum, holding her buttocks and spreading them with both her hands for me to resume my position in her rear playground. From the corner of my eye, I saw Rache straddling Jeff’s face, her back towards Grace. Once everyone was in position, the carousel started to move, Jeff and myself pumping in and out of her, with our rigid shafts separated by her fleshy walls. Jeff was eating and sucking on his beloved Rache’s tight pussy. Both girls began to moan in unison as we reached full speed, pumping in and out of Grace's lower regions, which were filled to maximum capacity when we happened to be both inside of her at the same time.
Grace was shouting at the top of her voice, “Yes, yes, fuck me you two, make me cum, make my day, yes, oh my God this is heaven.” She kept that going for ten minutes, her hands grabbing her boobs, squeezing them hard as she frantically reached for her orgasm. All of a sudden I felt her body tense up. Her ass was contracting on my cock while I also felt her pussy convulsing on Jeff’s larger organ. Grace grabbed Rache’s shoulder to steady herself as she went into subspace with the most explosive orgasm. Her mouth was wide open but nothing but air came rushing out, her body shivering and shaking.
We both stopped moving for Grace to ride it out, but at the same time, I heard Rachel voicing her pleasure thanks to Jeff’s oral artistry in and around her cunt. After close to a minute, they both came back to earth, their breathing getting back to normal, Rachel got up and moved away, while Grace fell like a wet dishcloth onto Jeff with both of us still firmly and rock hard inside of her.
I slowly pulled out and gently moved her to lay down on her side at the side of the bed, allowing Jeff’s cock to leave her well-fucked cunt behind. Rachel was eager to take her place, quickly impaling herself on her familiar cock while invitingly sticking her ass out to me. Her asshole was glistening with lubricant and my cock was still very slippery from the lubricant in Grace’s rectum allowing me to slide into her without any effort at all. I don’t think it was the first time someone went down that path, and if it was Jeff, she was used to a far larger girth than mine. Grace could not bring herself to straddle Jeff’s face anymore to be licked and stayed where she was, observing us with orgasm-glazed eyes, clearly enjoying the erotic show.
Both Jeff and I began pumping in and out of Rachel’s gorgeous body, and she quickly picked up where she left off on her orgasm scale, again becoming really vocal.
“Oh yes, make me cum again, yes Jeff pump my little pussy, fill it up with your hot spunk.” She had her hands flat on Jeff’s shoulders, her tits dangling dangerously in his face. He tried to catch a nipple with his mouth, unfortunately without succeeding. I helped out by grabbing both her tits in my hands, squeezing them hard while I kept pumping away in her dark passage. I couldn’t hold it anymore as I felt her colon contracting on my cock as she started to cum herself.
I could feel my orgasm approaching rapidly. Jeff must have felt the same as I felt him going rigid, shouting even louder than Rachel that he was cumming and filling her pussy with squirt after squirt of his hotter-than-hot sperm, while I did exactly the same in her pretty little ass. Rachel went limp just as Grace had before her, then she too fell on Jeff’s chest, while I pulled out of her tight ass falling to the other side of Jeff; luckily it was a huge bed we were on. We all lay panting, Jeff and Rache in the middle holding tightly onto each other with Grace and myself on each side.
After a while I got up and joined Grace, holding her just like Jeff was his Rache. Finally, we returned to the pool area and had a final relaxing soak in the Jacuzzi, enjoying a last drink together before returning to our villa.
The next day was packing day. We said our goodbyes to Jeff and Rachel thanking them for an interesting stay and the wonderful birthday party they threw for me and drove to the airport to catch our flight home. We’d booked a flight in business class with Air Lingus to Brussels with a connection in Dublin. Air Lingus was one of the few airlines you could book a one-way flight at an affordable price, and they had a direct flight from Orlando to Dublin. With most airlines, it is usually cheaper to book a return flight and only use one leg, a policy I never understood.
On Sunday morning we were back home. I was curious to hear how Bethany’s exhibition had gone during our absence, but I was soon to find out, they hadn’t forgotten why I went on this trip with Grace in the first place.