by Jay Aury
Audra purred, climbing off of Raphael as the hefty older man rose. His arm slid possessively around her hip, drawing her to his side. She pressed herself against her ample lover, walking with him down into the lower deck, leaving Alistair at the table.
She felt a momentary pang of shame at what she was doing in front of him, an odd sensation to say the least. But it was easy to ignore against the sudden thrilling spice of the forbidden as she melded against her large lover, led into the belly of the ship where he thrust open a door to reveal a dark bedroom. A large bed was built into the wall and loaded with cushions. Silk curtains hung by the windows, giving the whole room a look like some micro seraglio. Audra glanced around, amused. She knew Raphael better. Though he enjoyed his luxuries, he was also a practical man, leading her to suspect he had done up the room with an expectation about their meeting.
Well, it would be a shame to disappoint.
Releasing her lover, Audra spun about and gave him a gentle push. Raphael fell back onto the bed with a small oof. He made as if to rise, something of an effort with his bulk, but Audra pressed a hand gently into his chest.
His eyes grew lidded with amusement and lust. Audra danced back, her hips slowly rocking as she teased the blouse up and over her head. Her generous breasts fell into the open, and she saw the gleam in Raphael’s eyes as she reached back, thrusting out her chest.
“Oh this bra is just soooo confining,” she breathed, snapping open the buckle. She breathed a sigh of relief as she took it off, the rim catching on her firm pink nipples for a moment before falling free. She tossed it aside, her impressive breasts shaking with a breathy moan.
She saw the strain of Raphael’s pants around his cock and with amusement hooked her thumbs in her pants, dragging them down and off. Her frilly panties were the next to go, tugged down and kicked away with a coquettish flick of her dainty foot.
Raphael exhaled as he took in her pale beauty bared before him. “Ah. My sweet. A vision such as you should grace the finest works of art!”
Audra giggled. “Oh my sultan. But then I wouldn’t be able to do so much for you,” she purred, sinking between his broad thighs. She undid the front of his pants, his cock fairly bursting free. Her eyes sparked at the sight of the thick shaft, so familiar now. Since that night in Alexandria she’d had more than a few opportunities to enjoy the feel of it. And enjoy it she had. Her fingers glided up the hot brown flesh, stroking his manhood until he was fairly throbbing for a taste of her dewy cunt. The sharp, musky scent of his cock filled her awareness like a heavy drug, mingling with Raphael’s deeper scents of hashish and rum. She moaned softly, nuzzling him, her tongue gliding up his manhood in utter adoration.
Raphael groaned with approval. “Ah my sweet. Always so eager.”
“Mmm. I am,” Audra purred as she licked his shaft, relishing the taste so uniquely his. She palmed his heavy balls, feeling the weight of them. “Oooh. Does my sultan desire my breasts around his mighty cock.”
Raphael chuckled, the sound low and hot. “Hm. I believe I would indeed.”
Smirking, Audra rose, running her tongue up his cock one last time, swirling it around the mushroom head before departing. She leaned back, grabbing a bottle of oil off the side table and squirting some on her ripe breasts.
“Ah, allow me, my sweet,” Raphael breathed, leaning forward. Before Audra could protest his leathery hands were on her generous mounds, spreading the hot oil over her firm flesh in slow movements.
Audra let her head fall back, a low moan quivering through her. She thrust forward her chest into his knowing touch, breasts heaving as his palms slid along the curves, fingers playing on the undersides before sweeping over again. Her breasts were always intensely sensitive, and Raphael knew expertly how to manipulate her through them. She gasped as his thumbs grazed her hardened nipples, mewled as he pinched them between thumb and forefingers, slathering her pale breasts until they shone with oil.
“Ooooh Raphael,” Audra moaned.
“Ah my sweet. You know that is not who I am to you now,” he chided. His fingers tweaked her throbbing nipples, tearing a gasp from her.
“Mnn! Forgive me, my sultan,” Audra keened.
Raphael chuckled. “Much better.”
He pulled his hands back, his leathery palms soaked in the oil. Audra leaned forward, chasing that tantalizing touch, her face flushed, eyes dark with desire. Then she lowered herself, leaning forward and capturing his shaft between the softness of her heavy breasts.
“Mmm. My sultan,” Audra breathed, massaging her breasts around his hard cock, the tip vanishing between the creamy flesh with every motion of her body. “I’ve missed your cock so much. So many nights I’ve lain awake, dreaming of it. Its heft.” Her head dipped in the downward motion, her tongue flicking out and running over the head of his shaft. “Its taste,” she moaned. “Its power to tame my western pussy…”
Raphael was breathing heavily, his great chest heaving. “Hmm. Ah, my sweet. If you were my bride, never would I deny you the feel of it against you.”
Audra fluttered her lashes in desire, her pussy clenching a little at his words. That sinful little fantasy of being enthralled to this large, older man. She increased her pace, her breasts sliding over his cock with greater urgency. The oil grew hot with the friction, his shaft slick and powerful. She could feel the throbbing of it against her sensitive mounds. Saw his nearness in the slight parting of his lips and the deepening of his breathing.
She pulled her breasts from him. Raphael opened his eyes with curiosity, then lowered his lids with amused satisfaction as Audra rose, climbing over him, her legs straddling his broad lap. She placed her hands on his shoulders, smirking as she leaned in and kissed him.
Raphael accepted her kiss with lazy dominance. His tongue slid against hers, overcoming her and sliding within. Audra moaned softly, pressed her oiled breasts against the wiry hair of his chest. In some part of her, she rejoiced in this blatant submission. This eager caving to a man who, by all rights, she should find repulsive.
His hands slid along her legs, up her thighs, leaving behind the warm traces of the oil. His hands settled on her plush rump, and then, firmly pressed her down.
She moaned deeply as his cock filled her, spreading her around the thickness of his shaft. Fuck. She’d taken that cock so many times now. She’d rarely had a lover for any extended period. Not like this. Her inner walls contracted around his thick manhood, squeezing the veiny shaft of this older Arab man.
She broke the kiss, panting. “So deep.”
“Deeper,” Raphael purred and pushed her down again. Audra moaned, breath hitching as he hilted inside of her, the wiry dark pubic hair tangling with her own golden ones.
“Oh Raphael,” Audra gasped softly. “Oh my sultan.”
Raphael gave her a lazy smile. He silenced her with another kiss, lifted her hips, and dropped her back down onto his lap.
Audra keened as his cock filled her again. She took the initiative then. Her hips moved, bouncing her upon his lap. She kissed him, tongue running over his lips. Her pale rear flexed as she fucked herself on his shaft, the movements of the boat rocking her against him, her breasts gliding up and down his chest, nubs of nipples chafing against his wiry chest hair.
“Raphael,” she moaned. “Oooh my sultan. Ah. Ah! I’m… I’m close. I’m so close. Ah! Master. Master!”
Raphael chuckled, his fingers tightening on the soft, yielding flesh of her rear. “Cum for me, my desert rose. Bloom for your sultan.”
Her pace quickened. Her core clenched. “Oh master,” Audra gasped, feeling her nearer. “Masterrrrr!”
She cried out as she came, her body clenching around her hefty lover’s thick cock. Raphael groaned softly, hands flexing on her rear as he beat his cock again inside of her. The sensation of the nubile, busty blonde writhing atop him was too much. He groaned and came, his hot seed pumping into her quivering depths. Audra cried out again at this, a second orgasm racing on the heels of her first as she
shuddered atop him.
Sighing, Raphael softened inside of her. Lazily, he rolled over, Audra gasping as she suddenly found herself trapped beneath her heavy lover.
“Ah my sweet,” Raphael sighed as he kissed her cheek. “You are a treasure beyond the greatest gems.”
Audra laughed breathlessly, kissing him back, tangling her hands in his hair as his heavy belly pressed into her, trapping her beneath him. She flexed her inner muscles, quim rippling around his soft cock, encouraging him to harden once more. “Mmm. Thank you, my sultan.”
Raphael stroked her hips, up, fingers lingering on her breasts. “Ah, my Western Star. Why go on, I wonder? Why leave?”
“I have to, Raphael.”
“Do you?” he asked, lidded eyes sparking, his fingers tweaking her breasts, making her gasp. “My sweet, often I have made the offer, but this day, I do so again, with new circumstances. Stay with me, my sweet. Become my lovely bride. An envy of the world. Do not fear your enemies any longer. For I would protect you.”
Audra laughed softly, but it was a bit forced. “Oh Raphael. They would find me…”
“How?” he asked, thumb tracing her cheek. “With the veil to shade your lovely face, the hijab to shroud your loveliness to all but me, who would know? My sweet,” he breathed, stroking her breasts again, his cock hardening within her once more. “Stay with me. Be mine, my desert rose. My harem bride.”
Audra swallowed thickly. Every time she had met the hefty Arab man he had made the same offer. Coaxed her with pleasure, driving her wild. Would a life as his be so bad? A life without worries? Without fear? Living for nothing but pleasure?
She had never realized how truly tempting such a thing was. Yet, she had nothing else in life, now. All that she was, the spy, the heiress, all of it gone, replaced with being wanted across the world. Hunted.
Raphael smiled indolently. Utter confidence in his argument. He began to move, slowly thrusting into her once more. Audra gasped, moaning softly. “It would be so wonderful, my sweet,” the old Arab sighed as he felt her tighten around his shaft. “A life of pleasure. Of servicing your husband. Safe. Secure. All you would need to do is be beautiful. My lovely bride, worshipping the old bull’s manhood. Growing heavy with my sons. It would be the heathen’s nirvana, my lovely. Say it. Say you will be mine…”
“Mnnn!” Audra moaned as he increased the pace of his thrusts, driving her towards her next orgasm. Pressing her towards sweet bliss of surrender. Her hips, as if on their own accord, rolled to meet his. Her breasts tingled, her head pounding, inhaling his sweet scent of hashish and the sharp musk of tobacco and sweat. “Oh… Oh God! F-fuck!”
“Mine,” Raphael purred, his hands fondling her breasts, teasing the hardened nubs of her nipples, stroking the soft flesh and focusing on the sweet buds of her peaks. “Say it, my sweet. Say it my lovely western star. My desert rose.”
“Ah! Ah! R-Raphael!” Audra screamed, another orgasm thundering through her, her head pounding with pleasure, her body quaking with the sweetness of her height.
He kept thrusting, kept pushing her to her next. His heavy grunts, his belly pressing down on her. Driving her again to another peak. Pushing her. “Say it, my lovely!” Raphael cried.
Audra screamed again, her body shuddering. Her pussy rippling around his cock. “Raphael!”
He groaned. His cock twitched within her, and flooded her hot tunnel with his thick seed. She cried out, bent beneath him. Clutching the silk sheets with another thunderous orgasm.
Panting, her muscles loosening, she released her grip on the sheets. She looked up into the dark eyes of her lover, his small mustache and bearded chin as he hovered over her. She touched his face, feeling the roughness of his hair. “Raphael…”
“Yes?”
“…No…”
Raphael quirked a brow. “Hmmm. My sweet. You say that so often. Yet, I think, you truly wished to be this old man’s this time.”
She smiled, flushing. “I won’t deny it, Raphael. Being your lovely harem bride is… something I thought of. But…”
“But?” he asked, palming her heavy breast.
Audra sighed, her heart fluttering. “But I can’t, Raphael. I just can’t. I can’t leave things as they are. I can’t lock myself down, worshipping your cock every day, lovely though the prospect might be. I am sorry. But it’s just not enough for me.”
Raphael sighed deeply. “Ah, my sweet. A pity, for certain. I was so sure you would be mine this time. Very well,” he said, then gave a lazy smile. “But this old man is patient. I will ask again, my sweet.”
Audra laughed breathlessly. “Mmm. I do hope so.”
Still smiling that easy grin, Raphael leaned in. “And if you will not be mine today, then I had best take as much from your sweet body as I can tonight. And the next, and the next, until we cross the ocean to the American’s shore. For if you go to face ARM, it may be my last chance.”
“Oh,” Audra gasped as she felt his cock twitch and harden inside of her once more. She laughed. “Ohhh Raphael. You are insatiable! No wonder you need a sexy western woman to be your dedicated cock sleeve.”
He chuckled. “Ah, my dear. You would be so much more than that should you don the veil for me. But since you shall not, then this night, I believe I will enjoy you as such.” His lips met hers again. She moaned, arching beneath him, moved against him, fucking herself once more atop his thick cock.
Above, on the deck, Alistair tapped his fingers on the table. His face was studiously blank as screams and moans of pleasure radiated from below. He beckoned the server to his table.
“Wine.” A sudden scream of orgasmic delight from below made him twitch. “…And leave the bottle.”
Florida Friends
Audra threw on a coat and donned a dark pair of glasses to hide her eyes. She scrutinized herself in the hotel mirror thoughtfully, then nodded. If anyone recognized her with this, then she was already doomed. They’d been dropped off near the Biscayne Bay, a smaller boat paddling them to the shore. A car had been waiting for them, and from there they sped down to a modest hotel just outside Miami.
Alistair hovered near her shoulder, brows knit uncertainly. “I don’t think you should go alone.”
Audra sighed, letting her hair tumble over her shoulders. “I know. But it’s for the best. If I’m wrong, then I’ll need you around to bail me out again.”
“I was hoping you wouldn’t make a habit out of it.”
Audra chuckled, then sighed softly as his hands landed on her hips. He gave her a gentle squeeze, pressing her ass against his front. “…Be careful out there.”
Audra turned her head, gently kissing Alistair over her shoulder. “I will,” she murmured.
Alistair sighed and released her. With a last look Audra left him, leaving the room and making her way down the stairs. The heat of Florida after London’s clammy chill was a welcome one as she stepped outside and hailed a cab under the twilit palm trees. Yet as they drove away she cast a last, longing look at the hotel. She had to leave him, she reasoned. Because if she was wrong, if anyone knew about her connection to Maxine, or if Maxine betrayed her, she wanted to be damn sure Alistair wasn’t in danger.
That said, she wasn’t terribly worried. Maxine was an utterly brilliant woman, but amazingly dumb. The air headed bimbo was already a millionaire thanks to her inventive mind, and an initial investment from Audra’s estate. And, thanks to her bubbly attitude, eager libido, and utter lack of anything resembling modesty, Maxine had quickly become something of a mini celebrity.
While the streetlights flicked on one by one with the deepening night Audra fished her phone out of her purse. A disposal one for this. Not even the Director had known about it. She dialled the number and put it to her ear. It rang twice, then chimed.
“Hola! It’s Maxie!”
Audra grinned. “Hey Maxine. It’s me.”
“Audie!” the voice on the other end squealed. “Oh. My. Gosh! It’s been aaaaages! What are you up to?”
/> “Actually, I was coming for a visit. On the hush hush. Are you at home?”
“Totes! Come on over. I’ll, like, totally roll out the red carpet! Oooh! Are you bringing your hunky friend? I could toootally use a nice fuck!”
“Not today. Just me. I actually have something I need your help with. Tell you more when I get there.”
“Awesome! See ya soon! Maxie out!”
Smiling, Audra hung up. Maxine just had the ability to make her feel better. The blonde was impervious to negativity. Still smiling, Audra rolled down the window and tossed out the cellphone. It clattered to the pavement, crushed under the tires of passing car a second later.
Better safe than sorry.
Soon enough the broad avenues made way to a winding road up the rocky bluffs. At its peak, rising out of the landscape like a layered cake of cement, glass and satellite dishes was Maxine’s personal mansion. The cab swung around riotous gardens whose immense foliage even by the standards of Florida meant they’d probably been tweaked by some experiment of Maxine’s. Audra left the cab at the foot of the steps, climbing them and towards the door. As Audra stretched out to ring the bell, the doors suddenly swung open.
“Audie!”
Audra gasped as she was crushed to a pair of perfectly perky bronzed breasts. A scent like fizzy liquor rolled over her, sweet and oh so tantalizingly wonderful. Audra laughed, awkwardly pushing the eager arms back. “Hello Maxine.”
Maxine beamed. Half a head taller than Audra, the blonde perfectly encapsulated the sensuous perfection of femininity. An hourglass figure whose wide hips were perfectly countered by breasts nearly as big as Audra’s head, Maxine’s curly bleached blonde hair fell around a striking face beaming with dim enthusiasm. Her baby blue eyes sparkled behind a pair of rounded glasses and her attire, aside from an open white lab coat, was nothing more than a bikini whose pads did little more than cover firm nipples and her quim.
“Oh my gosh! It’s so good to see you! Like, come in!”