She began to wriggle the dress down her body. As it descended her breasts were revealed, the black material of the corset veiling her flesh but not hiding it. She pushed the dress down her hips until it fell around her feet. She stepped out of it, picked it up and draped it over one arm of the sofa.
His eyes roamed over the glories of her body; the swell of her breasts, the narrow waist, the creaminess of her thighs above the taut black stocking tops, and her panties, the softness of her pubic hair visible inside them. She was a beautiful girl. He had purchased women from Constantine before, but none of them had been like this. She was a prize. Money, he determined, would be no object.
'Is this what you want?' she repeated. She sat on the mirrored surface of the coffee table. In the short history of her sexual experience she didn't think her sense of anticipation had been so keen. She wanted to feel that hard penis penetrating the depths of her sex. She wanted to feel it pounding into her and ejaculating. She knew the desire was mutual. She could see it in his eyes.
Bringing her knees up she pushed herself back on the table until her shoes were resting on its surface. She parted her knees. She ran both her hands down over the black nylon until they were resting against her sex. The crotch of the tiny panties had folded into the crease of her labia. Through the black material the prince could see her pussy lips.
Slowly she pulled the panties aside. With the middle finger of her right hand she peeled her labia apart and found her clitoris. The first touch made her gasp. She looked up at the prince. 'Is this what you want to see?' she said as she pushed three fingers into her vagina.
'Lovely,' he said, his eyes riveted to her sex and the mirror image of it immediately underneath. He watched the fingers slide in up to the knuckle, then out again, slick with her juices.
'Am I doing the right thing? Does this excite you?' She didn't really need to ask. She could see his cock pulsing.
'Very much,' he said quietly without looking at her face.
'I'm making myself come. Do you want to see that?' It was true. The obvious effect she was having on him, the power she was wielding, was definitely an aphrodisiac.
'Yes,' he breathed, transfixed.
She looked down again. She could see her fingers pushing into her vagina. She stroked her clitoris with her thumb and felt her body churn with excitement.
The prince got to his feet. He tore his clothes off, throwing them aside. His body was hairless and muscled. The pubic hair around his cock was thick and wiry.
'Wouldn't you rather have the real thing?' he asked.
'Let me come for you like this,' she said, increasing the rhythm of her fingers, an orgasm close.
The prince dropped to his knees in front of her. He took hold of her ankles and lifted them over his shoulders. Then he leant forward so his mouth was almost on top of her sex. 'Let me do it then,' he hissed.
Corinda pulled her hands away. Samora's tongue darted out, forcing its way between her labia. It found her clitoris easily. It was hard and swollen. No man had ever done this to her. She almost orgasmed at the thought. Firmly his tongue circled the little nub of flesh as three fingers moved to her vagina. They penetrated slightly, then spread apart, stretching her open. The tight circumference of her sex responded, pulsing, rushing her closer to the brink of an orgasm.
The wetness from her sex ran down between her buttocks. She felt another finger pressing against the ring of her sphincter. That produced a thrill of pleasure, but as her sphincter relaxed and he pushed inside it instantly doubled. She remembered how the dildo had felt, but this was totally different. His finger was wriggling inside her energetically, pushing as far as it would go and moving from side to side. Then she felt him plunge into her vagina too. She wasn't sure how many fingers were buried in her. She only knew they were lined up side by side, plunging in and out in unison.
'Make me come...' she managed to gasp.
She felt herself falling back until she was lying on the table, her head tilted back over the edge. Her body was falling too, an orgasm sweeping over her, the sensation pulling her down into a pit of mind-numbing pleasure, as his fingers burrowed into her and his tongue stroked the nub of her clitoris.
Suddenly the fingers were pulled from her sex and she felt herself being picked up. The force of her climax had closed her eyes. She opened them to see the prince hooking his arms around her back and lifting her off the table as, with seemingly no effort, he got to his feet. His hands slipped under her buttocks and, with her legs wrapped around his back, he positioned her sex over his vertical erection. Gradually he lowered her onto it, his cock burying itself in her vagina.
'Oh God,' she murmured. She threw her arms around his neck and kissed him full on the mouth, her tongue dancing against his.
She slipped further down his body, until she could feel the base of his cock against her clitoris. Then he bucked his hips, propelling his cock even deeper. His hands held her buttocks, his fingers like cups of steel. Though she knew he was supporting her weight it seemed as if she was hooked on his cock.
He felt wonderful. His cock filled her. She found she could lever herself up on him and then drop back. She thought she would come again. She would certainly come again if he ejaculated. She squeezed him with her vagina.
'I want you,' he said.
'Take me then,' she told him.
Gently, without pulling out of her, he sat on the edge of the sofa and unwound her legs from around his back. Then turning to the side he leant back and put his feet up. It left Corinda straddling his hips.
She wriggled over him slightly so she could get both knees on the sofa cushions, then raised herself until his cock was almost disconnected from her. She held it there. Then she sank down on him. She remembered Tim. This is exactly what she had been so close to doing with him.
She remembered something else too. Reaching behind her back she groped for the sac of his balls, just as one of the Albanians had done with Constantine. As she slid up and down on his cock she pulled his scrotum. She concentrated, trying to use everything she had learnt to please him. She used her vagina to squeeze the length of his shaft, then ground her clitoris against its base, the hardness of it making her body shudder anew.
He looked up at her. The gauzy black material still held her breasts in a tight grip, but the soft upper slopes of them trembled as she moved. He reached up and pulled the cups down, then pressed his fingers into the pliant flesh and erect nipples. He was going to come. She would be his. He would own her. Possess her. She would be his to command.
Corinda established a rhythm. She found she could use her vagina to milk him when he was deep inside her. Milk him. The idea excited her. Milk him of his spunk. She rose up on her haunches, then slid down again, then squeezed him with the muscles of her sex. The squeezing provoked huge pulses of pleasure, each enough to send her back into another orgasm. But she resisted. She had more control now. She knew what to do to hold herself back. She knew how to give him pleasure. She could feel his cock jerking inside her.
He abandoned her breasts for her thighs, running his hands over the stocking-tops until he felt the smoothness of the flesh above them. He couldn't fight the urge to come any longer. He bucked up off the sofa at exactly the moment she sank down onto him. In the maelstrom of ecstasy he knew his coming had made her come too, the feelings feeding off each other, taking them both higher and deeper into their own sensibility.
Corinda's second orgasm was more powerful than her first but, as so many times on Constantine's island, it left her wanting more. As she felt the prince's cock soften and slide out of her she got to her feet. She picked the bottle of champagne from the cooler and poured herself a glass. The cold wine was delicious. She put the glass down and walked over to the bed, a little less steady on her high heels than she had been before.
Constantine was lying on his back. The girl with the smaller breasts was crouching over his face, and Corinda could clearly see the Greek's tongue lapping between her labia. The other gir
l had straddled his hips, just as Corinda had done minutes before with the prince. She was bouncing energetically on his cock, her round breasts wobbling and quivering. The chain that hung from the silver chokers around the girls' necks was swinging and jerking across Constantine's chest, their manacled wrists pulled together. Corinda saw the handle of one of the wooden phalluses sticking out from between his legs, the rest of it buried in his anus.
She knelt on the bed. She ran her hands up the front of both of the girls' bodies and cupped one of their breasts in each hand, comparing the two. She slipped her right hand down to the larger girl's clitoris, then leant forward and kissed her, slipping her tongue between her lips. The girl kissed back enthusiastically, her mouth hot and wet. Corinda felt her react as she butted her finger against her clit and fondled it gently. Her left hand was soon doing the same with the other girl, but this time she felt Constantine's tongue too, wiggling against her finger.
'Are you having a good time?' she asked him, breaking the kiss.
Seeing his cock embedded in the other girl provoked an odd emotion in her. Was it jealousy? Was it an overwhelming need to have her own sex filled despite the fact that she could still feel the shadow of the prince's cock inside her and feel his semen coating the walls of her vagina?
'Come on in, the water's fine,' Constantine said, moving his lips against the squatting girl's sex.
Corinda definitely wanted something inside her too. She saw the other wooden phallus lying on the bed and picked it up. Moving it between her legs she directed the tip of the carved shaft into her vagina. Without hesitation she pushed it inside herself. It was big, but the prince had opened her up and the sensation of being filled so completely delivered only raw pleasure.
Constantine wanted a change. He rolled the girl off his face and raised his head, watching Corinda tiddling the other girl's clit.
'Would you rather have the real thing?'
It was the second time a man had asked her that tonight.
'Oh yes.' The real thing would definitely be preferable.
The other girl pulled herself off Constantine's erection. She took the dildo between his legs and pulled it from his anus, making him gasp.
His eyes roamed over Corinda's body. They moved from her naked breasts to the stockings sheathing her legs, to her labia stretched around the girth of the wooden phallus. Getting up on his knees he came round behind her. He caressed her buttocks with both hands. The three strokes of the whip Dimitri had inflicted on her were still visible. He pushed his fingers under the stocking tops and caressed her flesh.
She could feel his wet, hard penis, pressed into the deep cleft of her buttocks. She wriggled against it. His hands left her stockings. One travelled to her breasts, cupping each in turn while the other pulled the dildo out of her sex and threw it aside. He pulled back so his cock nestled against her pussy. Despite her orgasms she felt a renewed stab of desire. Her body wanted more. She wanted more. She loved it. She loved men with throbbing cocks so eager to fill and fuck her.
'Yes,' she said, thrusting back on his cock.
'No!' The voice was like thunder. The prince stood at the side of the bed, his erection restored. In his mind Corinda was already his property, and she would be allowed no other men from now on.
Constantine understood at once. The deal was done. He had no regrets. He would get a good price for the girl, he knew that now. That was the main thing. He'd had his fun with her. He pulled away and rolled onto his back. The prince gestured to the two girls, who immediately scrambled to where Constantine lay. The larger one took his cock deep into her throat, while the other burrowed down between his thighs until she could get his balls into her mouth. She kissed them gently, then sucked them between her lips, first one, then both. Constantine closed his eyes and moaned. He had little to complain about.
The prince knelt on the bed. He took Corinda's face in his hands and kissed her. He plunged his tongue between her lips and pressed his chest against her breasts, whilst working a hand down over her buttocks.
'On your back,' he said. His tone had changed. It was an order not a request, but Corinda was in no condition to notice the difference. Her sex was throbbing with need. Denied Constantine's cock she needed a replacement. She needed it more desperately than she would have believed possible. She slithered onto her back and opened her legs, bending them at the knee. A few days ago she would not have known what to do. Now she knew better how to take and give pleasure.
'Is this what you want?' she asked, raising her foot and rubbing the sleek toes against Samora's glans.
He fell on her, driving his cock into the depths of her sex. His power, the strength of his body as well as the hardness of his cock, made Corinda come almost instantly. It was an orgasm born in her mind, as much as her body, provoked and stimulated by everything going on around her, as well as the incredible feeling of the rigid cock hammering into her.
Her senses were overwhelmed. To her side the two girls cooperated on Constantine's cock, sliding their mouths together up and down his shaft, their lips almost touching. One of them fingered his balls while the other drove the wooden phallus into his anus again. Corinda heard him cry out as an arc of spunk splattered onto his belly.
She had never before seen an ejaculation. It tipped her towards a new peak, another wave of pleasure rocking through her body. When it released her, if only temporarily, she realised the girls had left Constantine and were kneeling beside her. She felt hands and lips caressing her mouth, ears and neck. She felt a hand circling the base of the prince's cock and fingers sliding into her anus. She came again, probed and penetrated and fucked more totally than she had ever been. Her head arched back and her body went rigid as he thrust ever deeper into her. She felt bare, stripped of her defences, every nerve in her body raw, the core of her invaded as she took a blissful battering from his cock.
He came for the second time. In her imagination she could see it happening, the semen erupting from his cock just as it had from Constantine's minutes before.
She slept. It was her body's answer to the extremes of passion. It needed to rest. She had rolled onto her side the moment he climbed off her, and dozed off.
When she awoke the girls had gone and she was alone on the bed. She could see Constantine in his velvet robe, and the prince, dressed in a white towelling robe, standing by the coffee table. They were both drinking champagne.
'When will you leave?' Constantine asked.
'First thing in the morning.'
'More champagne?'
The prince held out his glass and Constantine refilled it.
'You must be hungry. Shall we go down to eat?'
'Let us conclude our business first. She's still asleep.'
Corinda was too comfortable to move. She lay luxuriating in the little tremors and thrills of pleasure her body seemed prone to producing.
'You haven't named a price yet,' the prince said.
'Dimitri offered fifty. He is very keen.'
'Seventy-five.'
'What happened to double?'
'Eighty.'
'Ninety-five.'
There was a pause.
'There is going to be no comeback on this?'
'My dear fellow, you've had two from me already. Would I let you down? Like the others she is classified "missing presumed dead". You can check for yourself. There is no family. Everyone thinks she is dead.'
Corinda's heart turned to ice.
'You are a very lucky man, Constantine.'
'Luck has nothing to do with it, my friend.'
'The shipwreck...'
'That had nothing to do with luck. I thought you knew that. My transmitters send out false navigation signals. The ships are drawn to me like iron filings to a magnet. The channel to the north is seeded with steel girders set in concrete. That's why my friends must always approach from the south.'
'So that's how it is done.'
'The modern equivalent of the old ship-wreckers, setting up a false lighthouse.'<
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'Well, it certainly brought you a special prize this time.'
'She belongs to you now, if we are agreed on ninety-three.'
'Agreed.'
'Good, good.' They shook hands.
Corinda felt a cold sweat break out on her forehead. She'd never imagined Constantine was responsible for the sinking. Suddenly everything was clear. The other men had come to the island to bid for her, to compete to see who would pay the highest price. She was chattel: an object to be bought and sold. And the prince had paid the most.
She shuddered to think what he would do to her when he got her to his country. Her mind was racing. What would be her fate? She imagined being locked in a seraglio with his other slaves, and made to serve him whenever he chose. She would rather die.
The prince noticed her eyes open.
'She's awake,' he hissed to Constantine, moving to the side of the bed. 'An exhausting experience,' he said, extending his hand to help her to her feet. 'I'm sure you would like to eat now.'
'Yes, that would be lovely,' she said. If they suspected she had overheard they might lock her away until the prince was ready to sail. She had to convince them she was still innocent of their intentions. It was her only chance of escape. And she had to escape.
She got up off the bed and stroked Samora's cheek affectionately. 'Aren't you exhausted? So much energy.' She ran her hand down to the front of the robe and rubbed his cock.
'I'm hungry, actually,' he said in his perfect English.
'Mmm... I could eat a horse,' she purred, giving his penis a suggestive squeeze.
'I don't think there's going to be time for that,' Constantine said to her, rather sternly. 'Take a shower in my bathroom. There's a robe in there for you.'
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