Come to me Melinda.I heard his purring voice in my mind, before he said it out loud. Soft, velvety, almost hypnotic tones echo my name. Like an alluring whisper of magic, they streak down my spine. I shiver. Someone’s just walked over my grave. And I like it.I put the kettle on for the coffee I promised him after he drove me home from the party. He knew I hadn’t been in the neighbourhood long, and wouldn’t allow me to hail a cab at this time of night. Too dangerous he said. I remember gawking at how ridiculous that sounded. But he was right. I wasn’t from around these parts. I didn’t know what I was dealing with. Yet. Coffee, I wondered as I added a spoonful into each mug, does he think that is that code for sex? I hope so.As the kettle boils and we’re making small talk, I look out the window into the darkness at my back garden. I’m thankful that out here in the remote countryside I’m surrounded with trees and not houses. I haven’t had time to buy blinds for my kitchen window yet.
Using my hair as a guide he pulls my face towards his and teases my lips with little kisses. He’s holding my head just a couple of centimetres too far back, so as hard as I try I cannot kiss him back unless he loosens his grip and lets me. His teasing lips are turning me wild with need. Like a wanton whore I’ll do anything just for one deep kiss. But he won’t let me have one. He’s toying with me. Working me up into a sexual frenzy.‘Melinda’, he breathes, tickling my ear with the deep thrum of his baritone. Although soothing, there’s an undeniable edge to it. One of danger and power. Instantly I melt beneath him.In one swift movement, he uses my hair to push me downwards. His grip is so tight, my scalp sears with pain. Seconds later I find myself on my knees looking up at his big, wide, cock, as it bounces out in front of my face. Before I’ve even had time to admire it, he shoves his dick forcibly through my lips. Helpless to refuse, I can do nothing but open my mouth as wide as it w
The ship sat quietly at the dock as Easton approached. A single guard stood post at the gangway. “Hey, is this the film crew ship?” he asked.“The Incursion? Yeah, this is the one,” the guard answered. “Why, are you in the crew? You going on this crazy voyage?”“What’s so crazy about it?” Easton asked.“I dunno, but there are a lot of rumors floating around that something ain’t quite right about this ship and the guy in charge of it.”“You mean Karl Dickem, right?”“That’s the one,” the guard said. “I hear he likes to shoot adult films in exotic locations, as close as he can to the wildlife, has girls strut around naked right next to tigers and stuff.”“Yeah, he’s a bit extreme, alright,” Easton acknowledged.“Hey, you, what do you want?” shouted someone from on board the ship.“Is Dickem on board? I need to see him. I’m Easton, his talent agent,” Easton said.“Shit, get up here, then. You better have good news for him, he’s been going out of his mind.”The captain was in his cabin wi
She wasn’t afraid to get straight to the point. Karl liked that. “Lead the way,” he replied. Of course he knew the way to the back rooms perfectly well, but this way he got to watch her ass some more as he followed her there. Once the door closed behind him, he placed a generous amount of money on the table and sat back. The girl settled into his lap immediately, rubbing her body up against his. “So what’s your story, sweet cheeks? How’d you end up in this shit hole strip club?”“Oh, same as a lot of the other girls,” the sexy blonde replied. “Too slutty in high school, finally got knocked up my senior year. Parents disowned me. I had to send the kid into foster care, then I came here to try to eke out a living doing the only stuff I’m good at.”Karl smiled. He sensed that street smarts were the only thing that kept her from being every bit the bimbo she looked like. He moaned softly in delight as she waved her tits in his face. “You ever do any movies?”“I was a fluffer girl for a co
“See that you do,” Jack said, and headed off back to work.As night fell, most of the sailors started settling down into their bunks below decks. This came to an abrupt end when the door opened and Anne stepped in. “Oh, hello there. So this is where you all have gotten off to,” she said.“You lost, ma’am?” one of the sailors asked. “I thought you’d been assigned one of the cabins.”“Well yes, I was, but I got lonely and thought I’d explore the ship a little,” she said, deliberately rubbing up against each man as she stepped into their midst. “I don’t suppose you boys know how to keep a girl company?”The sailors gave each other uncertain looks. “Well sure, but...” one began, then trailed off.“We thought you were only on board for shooting that movie,” another finished.“Boys, boys!” Anne said cheerfully. “Haven’t you ever heard of rehearsal?” The sailors looked at each other again, until one of them finally took the initiative. He was standing behind Anne, so he reached around her wi
He was most definitely a porn actor, as its well-above-average size filled her up quite well.Anne moaned long and loud as Jack rammed into her from behind. She turned her head to look back at him, and said, “Oooohhhhhhh. Man overboard.” The two of them moaned together as he pounded into her from behind, her hips moving back to meet each of his thrusts. “Yes, fuck me, baby! Harder!” she called out.“Yeah, take it, you slut!” Jack said. He moved a hand off her breast and grabbed a handful of hair instead, pulling her head back with a gentle tug. She screamed in appreciation.“Fuck, fuck, yeah, don’t stop, I’m gonna cum!” she declared, then let out a shriek loud enough to convince anyone she’d just reached orgasm. Jack pulled out of her and stepped back, allowing her to stand and face him. “So did we save him from drowning in time?”“I think he needs mouth-to-mouth resuscitation, baby,” Jack said.“I can take care of that.” Anne sank to her knees, opened her mouth, and slid her lips dow
“Hey, Mr. Dickem!” a sailor called over. “The skipper wants to see you on the bridge, he says we’re at the coordinates you wanted.”“Ah, thank you young man,” Karl replied. “OK Jack, you’re so curious about our destination, come along and hear this too.”The two men entered the bridge to find Captain Anglerod waiting for them over a table covered in sea charts. “Alright Dickem, you said when we got to this location you’d fill me in on the rest.”“Just about in Japanese waters,” Karl said.“I was a sailor in the Pacific theater, but I was never in these parts. Where the fuck are we going, man?” the grizzled old captain asked.“Head southwest,” Karl answered.“Southwest? There’s jack shit southwest of here,” Anglerod protested.“That’s not entirely true. Check this shit out,” Karl said, removing a page from his shirt pocket. He unfolded it and laid it on the table. “This island is our destination.”Anglerod studied the hand-drawn map. “So according to this ... Hold on, let me find the r
The daimyo reached the group and began talking. Karl nudged Anglerod forward. “Go on, Captain, let’s have a nice chat with them.” Anglerod stumbled over the words, but managed to make himself understood. “What’s he saying?” Karl asked.“Wants us to leave, what else?” Anglerod replied.“Well change his mind! And find out what the party’s all about,” Karl demanded.Anglerod conversed with the daimyo further, and pointed at the girl that was dressed up. The daimyo spoke, and when he said, “hime no Dongu-sama”, the villagers around him all repeated the phrase with reverence.“He says she’s Lord Dong’s princess,” Anglerod said.“Fuck yes! We sure picked the right time to come. Ask them what she’s going to do,” Karl said.Another village elder came through the crowd to the daimyo and began to shout and rave. Anglerod translated, “This one’s really upset that we’ve seen the ceremony. Says we have to leave.”“Change their goddamn minds, man! We can’t leave now!” Karl insisted. Suddenly, the e