Voyage of Discovery
Stranded on a Greek island by her selfish lover, Chloe discovers the perfect way to thank her handsome rescuer... with her bottom. (MF)
Chloe Markham turned over in
bed and opened her eyes. She’d left the hotel room’s shutters open the night
before and the morning sun was streaming in through the window. The other side
of the bed was empty and she took the opportunity to stretch out, enjoying the
feel of the rough cotton sheets against her naked body.
Chloe wasn’t sorry that she
was alone. Her lover Leo had suddenly announced the night before, as soon as
he’d finished fucking her in the arse and was lying propped against a pillow,
that he had decided to stay in Rhodes and join an artist's commune and would be
leaving early in the morning. “Fine,” she’d said, turning over and falling
asleep.
She’d met Leo at the art
gallery in London where she worked. The private view of his latest paintings had
been wildly successful and Chloe was flattered when he invited her to join his
guests for dinner afterwards at the Ivy. Several times during dinner he’d
reached down under the table and run his fingers lightly over the inside of her
thigh, each time stroking closer to her aroused sex, making her almost faint
with pleasurable anticipation until he finally entered her with his middle
fingers and brought her, quivering and shaking, to orgasm.
Later, when the guests had
departed, Leo asked if she would like to continue the celebration in his
riverside apartment, and she'd said yes immediately. He had barely shut the door
before he unzipped himself and urged Chloe to her knees. She’d willingly opened
her lips and sucked his heavy penis deep into her mouth, aware that he was only
making her do what she'd been looking forward to doing all evening. And she was
pleasantly surprised when, after he'd climaxed and she'd greedily swallowed a
huge quantity of his thick, creamy semen, Leo had made imaginative use of a
champagne bottle in her cunt while vigorously buggering her, bringing her to an
even more shattering climax than earlier in the evening.
Strikingly pretty and petite
with exceedingly large breasts, Chloe was ready for the pleasures of taking a
more mature lover and Leo, with his prominence on the London art scene, was the
perfect choice. He was tall, strikingly handsome, with piercing blue eyes and
long silver hair, and he only ever wore black. Unfortunately, like all artists,
he was also self-centred, an egocentricity which extended to his lovemaking. He
considered foreplay an unnecessary inconvenience unless it was Chloe doing it
and though he never ceased to extend the limits of her sexual knowledge, it was
always for his pleasure, never for hers. Gradually Chloe began to lose her
starry-eyed love for Leo.
Her misgivings about joining
him when he suggested they use the proceeds from the sale of his paintings for a
holiday in Greece were borne out as soon as the plane took off and he demanded
that they join the Mile High Club. Chloe agreed, but any pleasure she might have
felt vanished when he ordered her to bend over and grasp her ankles, yanked her
panties down and roughly thrust his cock deep into her sex and started pumping
hard, ignoring the fact that every time he rammed his groin against her buttocks
Chloe bumped her head on the sink.
This thoughtlessness became
the pattern throughout the holiday, with Leo's lovemaking usually little more
than several minutes fevered humping into her pussy or arse after which he would
fall fast asleep with a drunken grin on his face and Chloe would have to
masturbate to achieve satisfaction. She soon decided it was too high a price to
pay for an all over tan.
Turning over onto her back
and pushing the sheet down to bare her breasts, the heat of the sun already
causing drops of sweat to form in her cleavage, Chloe reached for her watch to
see what time it was. The watch was gone. So was her purse and passport. The
bedside table was empty.
Chloe leapt out of bed
swearing wildly as she checked the cupboards. All her possessions were gone. Leo
had taken all her money, leaving only her return plane ticket from Athens to
London. He had even stolen her clothes, except for a t-shirt which was too
small, jeans and her JP Tod loafers. She couldn't help sitting on the bed and
laughing then. At least the bastard had left her a comfortable pair of
shoes!
Reluctantly Chloe decided
that she would have to go to the police. She showered quickly, taking savage
delight in soaping her arsehole particularly well to wash away Leo’s sperm, and
then dressed, pulling on the t-shirt and grimacing at herself in the mirror. The
tight fabric emphasized the massiveness of her braless breasts rather than
hiding them. The jeans were the same, the tight denim clinging to the rounded
curves of her bottom. God, she thought with a flash of annoyance, Leo could’ve
at least left her some underwear.
She followed the
instructions she’d been given by the hotel and found the nearest police station
but she was amazed and angered when she was told there was very little they
could do. The fat sergeant behind the desk pointed out that Leo could be
anywhere on the island, and would Chloe be staying on Rhodes long enough for
them to complete their investigations? The paperwork you understand, the
policeman said, shrugging his shoulders.
Chloe asked if the police
could at least lend her the money for the ferry back to Athens but they
adamantly refused, claiming it would be impossible to guarantee recovery of the
funds after she'd flown home. All the sergeant was prepared to do was suggest
that if she went down to the harbor and spoke to one of the crewmen in the
dockside taverna she might be able to negotiate a passage on a ship and arrange
payment when she reached the British Consulate in Athens.
Her breasts jiggling heavily
as she walked, bringing all sorts of unwelcome suggestions from passing men,
Chloe made her way to the dockside. She knew that approaching an ordinary Greek
seaman might lead to misunderstandings so she decided to explain her plight to a
uniformed officer she saw drinking a coffee. She was delighted to find he was
not only sympathetic, but prepared to take her on board his ship and allow her
to hide in his cabin until they reached Athens. Deeply relieved, Chloe was
delighted that she would soon be rid of Rhodes, Leo and the whole sad
situation.
The officer introduced
himself as Iannis Metrides and suggested they went on board straightaway. "It is
better now because my colleagues will be on duty or in the town," he
said.
Iannis led the way to a
large passenger ferry and Chloe followed him below deck to his cabin. It was a
small room with little more than a bed, locker and a few personal possessions
scattered around. Chloe sat on the edge of the bed and picked up the photograph
of a woman which stood on the bedside table.
"She was my wife," Iannis
said. "She was very pretty but she died in childbirth. We were high in the
mountains and could not get her to a hospital in time when the birth went
wrong.”
As he spoke, Iannis removed
his jacket and hung it in the wardrobe, then unbuttoned his shirt and took it
off. Chloe could see that his chest was tautly-muscled, his stomach flat and
hard. She thought he looked very fit as he opened a drawer, took out a starched
white t-shirt and pulled it on. Watching him change, Chloe tried to quell the
rising sexual desire she felt, telling herself that she was only attracted to
him because Leo had treated her so badly and that it was wrong for her to feel
this way when Iannis was a widower. But she still felt her nipples stiffening
under the thin material of her cotton t-shirt, and between her legs her pussy
felt hot and wet.
"Please make yourself
comfortable, Chloe," Iannis said handing her a small stack of old English
magazines from his locker. "I will be on duty until about ten tonight and then I
will bring food and drink and you can tell me all about yourself to help me
improve my English."
"That would be nice," Chloe
said, smiling.
"But please, keep the door
locked," Iannis said quickly. "You are officially a stowaway and I would be
dismissed if anyone found you in my cabin."
"Of course," said Chloe,
picking up a magazine and making herself comfortable against a pillow. "I'll see
you when you get off duty. And Iannis?"
"Yes?"
"Thank you," she said.
"You’ve been very kind."
"I bear gifts, pretty lady,"
Iannis said, laying out fresh bread, butter and pastrami on the bed. Helping
herself to the food, Chloe ate ravenously while Iannis opened a bottle of ouzo
and handed her a glass. She felt the alcohol go straight to her head as they
shared the fiery Greek spirit. It was a nice feeling. Eventually she couldn’t
eat any more and she lay back on the pillow, listening while the handsome Greek
told her about his home and his love for the sea.
She felt safe, replete, and
a little drunk with the wine and she longed to have Iannis lying naked on top of
her, his lips crushing hers, his muscled chest pressing against her hard-nippled
breasts, his cock thrusting repeatedly into her overheated sex. For a moment she
thought guiltily of his wife and then she placed her hand on the inside of his
thigh and slid it up over his penis. His cock was big and very hard and she said
softly, "Iannis, please - I want to thank you for helping me."
Iannis responded like a wild
animal, tearing off his clothes while Chloe hurriedly stripped off her t-shirt
and pulled her jeans down her legs and threw them aside. She barely had time to
register that his cock was circumcised before he had hooked his arms under her
legs and hoisted them into the air, spreading her wide and making her scream
with pleasure as he thrust the full length of his massive sex deep into her
sopping wet pussy.
Grinding her sex against
his, Chloe couldn't believe how big Iannis felt between her legs as her whole
body vibrated with his repeated thrusts. Panting and heaving under him, she
offered him her breasts, cupping them in her hands so that he could suck and
kiss and bite the stiff nipples. As he did so he slid a finger between the
cheeks of her energetically bouncing buttocks and pushed it up into her anus,
making Chloe moan loudly with delight. Hurriedly Iannis covered her mouth with
his free hand to stifle her cries.
Chloe felt like a nymph
willingly offering herself to be ravished by a Greek god. Nothing else existed
except the strength and power of Iannis's body vigorously fucking hers, his
suckling mouth on her sensitive breast-flesh, one and then more of his fingers
entering her arsehole and working back and forth, and his great hard cock
repeatedly filling her pussy to bursting. She bucked and writhed and twisted
underneath him, her overflowing pussy filling the cabin with the heady scent of
her sexjuice dripping onto the sheets. And then she felt Iannis's body go rigid
against her and he pressed his mouth hard into the soft flesh of the nipple
filling his mouth, a deep moan of intense pleasure escaping his chest.
The huge pole of his penis
buried to the hilt inside her started to throb and pulse and a flood of sperm
burst from his cock into her sucking sex. She responded with her own blast of
liquid heat, her groin jerking spasmodically against his, her climaxing cunt
milking his spurting cock of every drop of come. Finally Iannis heaved his hips
in a last deep thrust and his body relaxed.
Gingerly Chloe lowered her
legs to the bed while her belly spasmed involuntarily with the delicious
aftermath of her ebbing orgasm, her breasts heaving as she fought to slow her
breathing. Iannis slowly extracted his fingers from her bottom and Chloe was
amazed when she saw that he had pushed three past her anal sphincter and up into
her rectum at the height of their mind-melting fuck. And she was even more
amazed when he put the three fingers into his mouth and licked them clean,
savouring the taste of her back passage.
Easing his penis from the
sucking grasp of her flooded sex, Iannis lay down next to Chloe and settled his
face into her neck. For a moment she delighted in the heat of his body, the
wetness between her legs as his sperm oozed from her pussy and the feel of his
still-hard sex which flexed and throbbed against her thigh. Then she fell
asleep, blissfully aware that she had at last met a man who cared as much about
her pleasure when he fucked her as his own.
The second time Iannis
manoeuvred his body to lie on top of her, his face buried between her legs,
sucking out his sperm and her juices as she slowly engulfed the full length of
his thick dark penis between her lips. They lay entwined, sucking and
masturbating each other until at last Chloe felt the tell-tale swelling of
Iannis's rod and he unleashed a stream of creamy jism deep into her clasping
throat. She swallowed for what seemed like an eternity as she too shuddered and
let out a deep-throated groan of orgasmic release, filling Iannis’s mouth with
her honeyed come.
Crossing her legs, Chloe ate
a croissant and looked out of the window. All she could see was the sea
stretching away in the distance. There were no fishing boats in sight so she
assumed the ship was far out in the Aegean, making its way round the Dodecanese
islands towards Athens. She wondered how long the voyage would take and whether
she would make it without being discovered and if she would be in love with
Iannis by the time they docked. She was certainly in lust with him, and he with
her, judging by the ferocious energy he'd shown when he fucked her mouth and
sex.
Finishing her breakfast,
Chloe peed in the compact toilet, enjoying the sensation as Iannis’s come
dripped from her open pussy, and then decided to take a shower in the cabin's
tiny shower-stall. She smiled when she smelled the soap Iannis used. It
explained why his skin always smelled so nice.
Chloe washed her hair and
then rubbed herself with a natural sponge which made her skin tingle,
particularly when she sponged her breasts. There were tiny bite marks around the
areolae, trophies from Iannis's passion and Chloe shuddered with pleasure at the
memory.
She towelled herself dry and
dressed in one of Iannis' shirts, spending the rest of the morning painting her
toenails, reading the magazines he had given her and staring out of the porthole
at the azure blue of the Aegean. Her life in England seemed so remote from the
warmth of the Mediterranean sun and she indulged herself in the fantasy of
becoming the handsome Greek’s second wife so that she could wait like the wife
of Ulysses for him to come home to her from his voyages, bearing gifts for which
she would thank him by engulfing his sex with hers and draining him of the
pent-up male seed stored in his aching balls. The intensity of the fantasy made
Chloe shiver and she realized that she was hungry, for food and for
Iannis.
She noticed the photograph
on the bedside table and reached over to turn it face-down. She didn't want him
to be looking at it when he was fucking her and she felt guilty because she knew
she wanted him to do even more to her than he had already done. In particular
filling her arse to bursting with that gorgeous fat tool of his, something he’d
not yet given any sign of wanting to do. It was a delicious thought and Chloe
surrendered to the inevitable, lying back on the bed and spreading her legs
wide.
The incredibly erotic scent
of her arousal filled her nostrils as she put one hand between her legs and
unbuttoned Iannis's shirt with the other. Her breasts were swollen, even bigger
than usual, and extremely sensitive. She sighed with pleasure as she dabbled her
fingers in the moisture oozing from between her pussylips and brought drops of
the oil, musky with her arousal, to the engorged tip of first one breast and
then the other, stroking the sexjuice across the velvet soft skin.
Lifting a full globe to her
mouth, she lapped at it with her darting tongue, nipping at its hard point with
her teeth. Then she did the same to the other one, circling the peak and
lathering it with her saliva. Pleasuring her breasts intensified the sensation
between her legs as she rubbed and stroked her clit and she repeatedly thrust
her fingers into the wet hole of her pussy which opened and closed around them
with a loud slurping noise.
As her self-fuck grew in
speed and force, Chloe’s sighs turned to moans as she dug her heels into the bed
and lifted her hips up so that she could open her pussy even wider and drive as
much of her hand inside herself as she could. Slurping and sloshing in the juice
pouring from her sex, her bunched fingers stretched her even wider than Iannis's
cock. They filled her cunt and excited her to an intense pitch of arousal. In
her mind her hand was Iannis's cock and it was his fingers kneading her heaving
breasts and tugging her nipples out until she almost shrieked with pain and
pleasure.
She could picture his dark,
heavy cock shuttling in and out of her mouth, or filling the tautness of her
distended pussywalls, or, best of all, forcing its way past her anal sphincter
and furiously buggering her. Chloe's orgasm rose in a tidal wave of pleasure as
she thought of giving her back passage to her handsome Greek lover and she
shuddered uncontrollably and moaned loudly as she climaxed, her belly quivering
as her pussywalls spasmed round her deeply buried hand, sending a flood of
sexjuice over its thickness. The seductive image of Iannis buttfucking her
remained with Chloe as she drifted into oblivion once more.
"But at least I have brought
chicken, tomatoes, fresh fruit and even -" He paused, then brought out an object
wrapped in a serviette from the basket, "baklava - sweet of the gods."
Chloe clapped her hands with
pleasure as Iannis smiled broadly. Then she lifted her face towards him and
closed her eyes, her lips parting. Iannis kissed her fiercely, his tongue
interweaving with hers. She could tell from his kiss how excited he was, an
excitement confirmed when she reached her hand up between his legs and felt a
huge bulge thrusting upwards from his crotch.
Breaking the kiss, Iannis
stepped back slightly, his eyes taking in her heaving breasts and Chloe could
tell it was an enormous effort for him to restrain himself from reaching for
them. "Please," he said. "I need to shower first. And you must eat."
"Yes," she said, her voice
thick with lust and hunger, helping herself to a piece of chicken and biting
into it greedily while he opened a bottle of retsina and poured two glasses,
handing her one and taking a long drink himself.
"Was that Amorgos we stopped
at this afternoon?" Chloe asked, watching as Iannis stripped off his trousers.
Her desire mounted as she stared at the taut muscles of his firm buttocks and
then at the length and thickness of his cock, standing up stiff against his
belly. My god, she thought, he was hung like a bloody donkey.
"You did not show yourself,
Chloe?" Iannis asked, a worried tone in his voice.
"No, of course not," she
said. "Nobody saw me."
"Good," he said. He sounded
relieved.
Chloe ate quickly while
Iannis showered, clearing away the food as soon as she heard him turn the water
off.
"I will just shave," he
called. "I think you will like it better if I do not have a rough beard."
Rummaging through her bag,
Chloe found a small bottle of thick, greasy cocoa butter which she used for
sunbathing and put it on the bedside table. Then she slipped out of her clothes
and climbed onto the bed on all fours, drawing up her knees so that her bottom
was thrust up into the air. In this position the cheeks of her buttocks were
open wide and she could feel the puckered entrance of her anus tingling with
anticipation as she waited for Iannis to come back into the room.
She had decided that her
erotic fantasy of being thoroughly buttfucked by her handsome Greek lover was
about to come true. Settling her head on the pillow so that could see Iannis
when he returned, Chloe reached back between her legs to finger her pussy,
sending little shocks of pleasure through her body. Her clit was already stiff
and deliciously sensitive and her breathing quickened when she gently stroked
the tiny bud.
She smiled when she heard
him singing as he ran water into the washbowl. A moment later he stepped into
the room, a large towel wrapped around his waist. Chloe saw a look of surprised
delight on his face as he took in her beautiful upturned arse and her pinkly
swollen pussylips, dripping with sexjuice. She had never in her life given a man
such a blatant invitation and she felt that he would only have to give her cunt
the slightest touch for her to soar into an intense climax.
Iannis let the towel fall to
the floor. Chloe saw his cock standing up naked and proud and she licked her
lips with hunger. It was enormous, at least nine or ten inches long. Dark olive,
the fleshy pole curved upwards from a thick mass of black curly hair which
covered his pendant balls, both as big as lemons. A great vein stood out along
the length up to the bulbous tip which was throbbing with lust. Big drops of
oily semen were already oozing from the slit and dripping down to the
base.
Staring at it, Chloe
suddenly wondered if she'd even be able to take such a monster in her arse, let
alone what it would feel like with the full length crammed into her rectum. And
if he were to fuck her long and hard and deep with it! He'd rupture her bowels!
But consumed with desire to have his huge erection inside her bottom and
convinced that somehow she could accommodate it, Chloe reached round and held
open the soft globes of her behind with her hands.
"I want your big cock shoved
deep into my arse, Iannis," she begged. “I want to feel you right inside my
body.”
"Ah Chloe," Iannis said,
sighing with pleasure. "That is the way I like the best. It will be very good, I
promise,” and he reached for the bottle of cocoa butter and flipped open the
top, squeezing out a big glob into his palm.
Chloe watched in excitement
as Iannis slowly and thoroughly lubricated his cock, first smoothing the thick
cream over the head, then massaging it along the length, even rubbing the greasy
liquid into his pubic hair and down over his testicles. Chloe could smell the
strong scent of his arousal and her mouth began to water, her lips opening, her
saliva drooling onto the pillow. She didn't know which she wanted most: to take
the great rod of flesh into her mouth and suck out the honeyed contents of his
overfull balls, or to feel it spurting deep into her back passage. But Iannis
soon decided for her.
He moved round behind her
and climbed onto the bed, then knelt between her legs. She jumped with pleasure
when she felt him bury his hot tongue in her pussy, lapping over her clit and
the wet folds of her swollen labia, pushing the lips apart so that he could lick
deep into the tunnel of her vagina. His tongue writhed and squirmed within her
spasming sex and Chloe climaxed immediately, a new flood of her sexjuice pouring
down over Iannis’s nose and mouth.
Greedily he swallowed down
her come, then lapped and licked over her puckered anus, thrusting his tongue as
far into the musky entrance as he could. Wanting more, he spread her sphincter
with his fingers and fucked her with his tongue time and again as she wiggled
her buttocks with pleasure. What Iannis was doing to her felt good, so very,
very good.
"Do you like that?" Iannis
asked, his face buried between her the cheeks of her arse.
"Oh, it's wonderful," Chloe
moaned. "It's delicious. I love it!"
Her come dripping from his
chin, Iannis raised his head for a moment and reached again for the cocoa
butter. He squeezed out a generous amount over his fingers, then moved back
between her legs. The next thing Chloe knew Iannis had put two of his greasy
fingers into her sopping sex. She swayed on her elbows and moaned deep in her
chest as he slowly moved his fingers in and out of her vagina until her back was
fully arched, her arsehole opening and closing in excited anticipation.
Backing her beautiful hips
onto Iannis’s fingers, Chloe fucked herself wildly with them, yearning for his
whole hand to enter her overheated pussy. But Iannis ignored her obvious need
and removed his fingers from her sex, moving them to the puckered pink ring of
her anus and pushing them past the tight muscle, making Chloe moan into the
pillow, shaking her hips in desire. God she wanted him there. Wanted his huge
fat cock in her arse. Fucking her arsehole. Buggering her.
For several minutes Iannis
moved his fingers back and forth, opening up Chloe's anal sphincter. Then he
climbed onto the bed and squatted above her, bending his legs at the knees and
pointing the engorged pole of his cock down towards the entrance to her
bottom.
"I will start this
way," he said. "It will be easier for
you at first because I am big I think and I could hurt you when I push."
"Please, Iannis," Chloe
whimpered, her belly quivering with desire. "Fuck my arse. I want your cock
inside me!"
She craned her neck and
watched as Iannis slowly lowered himself until his well-lubricated glans was
pressing firmly against the entrance of her anus. He pushed a little harder,
holding the spear of his cock in his fingers and wriggling it around to force
her sphincter to accept him. As he did so, Chloe took a deep breath and suddenly
the tip was inside her arse, the tight anal muscle sucking at the head of his
prick.
Maintaining his advantage
over the slowly opening entrance, Iannis made Chloe gasp with pain and pleasure
when he used short, stabbing strokes to force her arsehole far enough open to
take in the whole head of his cock, then waited while the entrance slowly
relaxed and became used to the unfamiliar invader. Chloe wasn't at all sure she
was going to be able to go through with taking the entire length but she gritted
her teeth, bunched the pillow up in her fingers and waited for Iannis to
try.
Slowly and inexorably Iannis
pushed the full length of his heavily-lubricated cock into Chloe's rectum. As
inch after inch of the massive prick drove past her wide-stretched anus and
entered her back passage, Chloe became lost in a sort of rapture, her mind
fogging with lust and love, unable to distinguish between where her body ended
and Iannis's began. All her being was concentrated on the slick tight walls of
her rectum clasped around the hugely hard truncheon which filled it to capacity
until she suddenly realized that the glans was buried in her bowels, his balls
were rubbing against her dripping pussylips, and his belly was hard up against
the cheeks of her buttocks. Iannis’s cock was in her arse to the hilt.
For a few moments Iannis
allowed Chloe to get used to the sensation of having her arsehole stuffed full
with something it couldn't expel. Then he circled her slim waist with his arms,
one hand cupping her huge left breast, the other reaching between her legs to
seek her pussy and her clitoris. Kneading her breast and drawing out the nipple
with his fingers, Iannis swept the tip of a finger of his other hand repeatedly
back and forth across the stiff bud of her clitoris. She gasped, "Ohhhh...that
feels so good! Rub it...rub it!" as Iannis started to fuck her arse in earnest,
lifting his hips up and down and ramming his cock home with every downward
stroke, making her shriek into the pillow as an incredible sensation of intense
pleasure spread from her overstretched arsehole.
Totally at the mercy of the
slick, straining prick pistoning in and out of her opened-up rear, Chloe jerked
and thrashed under Iannis as he buggered her with long, deep strokes, his
swollen balls repeatedly banging to and fro against her pussylips spread wide by
his masturbating fingers. "Yes, Iannis. Yes! Oh god, yes!" Chloe cried as time
and again she felt his cock enter her bowels, churning up the contents.
And then Iannis suddenly
stopped humping her and started to withdraw his prick from the slimy and
slippery tunnel of her rectum, pulling it back past the tightly clasping ring of
her distended anal sphincter until he finally withdrew it completely. Chloe
whimpered with frustration. “What’s the matter, Iannis? Isn’t it good?”
"Yes, of course, Chloe," he
said. "But I want to get my cock even deeper inside your body. Wait a
moment."
He climbed off the bed and
Chloe turned over to face him. His cock glistened with the cocoa butter and his
sperm. But far from disgusting her it only made her even more aroused. "I will
lie on my back and you must lie on top of me," he said, helping her up.
Shaking with trepidation and
raging desire, Chloe straddled Iannis's body, her sex opening wide and dripping
sexjuice onto his belly as she did so. Then she lay full-length on her back on
top of him, positioning the deep cleft of her arse over the rigid length of his
cock and settling her head into his shoulder. Iannis’s body felt wonderfully hot
and masculine under her, his arms strong and muscular as he stroked his hands
roughly over her huge swollen breasts and took firm hold of her buttocks,
lifting her up and setting his cock once more at the distended opening of her
arsehole.
Chloe felt totally at
Iannis's mercy as he took his cock in his hand, plugged the engorged head back
inside the enlarged entrance to her backside and then pushed the throbbing tip
once again deep into her narrow rectal sheath. She could feel his great prick
inching into her, the renewed assault sending waves of ecstasy coursing from the
fleshy globes of her buttocks up through her belly and into her brain. Her whole
being was concentrated on the prick splitting her arse and entering her bowels,
triggering a rectal orgasm that made her feel as if she was being torn apart
with excruciating pleasure.
Picking up speed, Iannis
groaned deeply as he fucked his cock repeatedly into the depths of Chloe's
shitchute, forcing out streams of warm sexjuice from the rhythmically opening
and closing entrance of her pussy and a thick fragrant foam from her seething
rectum that trickled over his balls and pooled in the crack of his arse.
Each of his thrusts seemed
to last an eternity and Chloe gradually became aware that his penis was growing
even bigger inside her butt and she knew it was about to spit out a tidal wave
of boiling come. There was nowhere she could escape to: she was going to get it
good, like a hosepipe exploding in her guts.
"Oh yes, Iannis ..." Chloe
gasped in response to his deep heaving thrusts. "Come for me! Come in my
arse...!"
"Chloe ... Chloe ...
AHHHHH!" Iannis cried out in response, his orgasm starting deep in his balls, a
flood of sperm rushing into the length of his cock. Instinctively Chloe
tightened the ring of her anus around the suddenly expanding base of the
straining prick clasped tight by her back passage, seeing in her mind the gaping
cum-hole, buried deep inside her bowels, opening like a volcano preparing to
erupt.
Grasping the soft weight of
Chloe's breasts in his hands, Iannis let out a groan from deep in his belly,
rammed his cock so far up into her rectum that she thought it would split her
open and climaxed, his penis convulsing in great spasms, the pent-up stream of
his sperm jetting out in spurt after spurt. Chloe's own orgasm followed
instantly.
She shook and hissed with
pleasure at the intensity of it, shocked by the fiery glow of ecstasy that
spread from deep in her bowels and spread to her pussy, belly, thighs, upwards
to her chest and face. She felt her thighs suddenly flooded with her own juices
which mingled with the rivulets of creamy sperm that ran from between her
buttocks. And then she collapsed helplessly onto Iannis's lunging body, the
heaving of his chest matching hers as he sucked and bit her neck and ears,
sinking his teeth into the soft flesh as the torrent of his boiling come
eventually subsided.
Despite his ejaculation
Iannis's cock remained rigid and lodged in Chloe's anus as though it refused to
acknowledge his balls were drained. Indeed, within moments she felt his kisses
becoming more urgent and he flexed his hips to rouse her.
"Oh, god, Iannis!" she
moaned desperately. "You couldn't! Not so soon!..."
But his thrusts were already
starting and Chloe knew that her plugged, plundered, jerked and sperm-flooded
anus was about to undergo another onslaught. From then on the only sound heard
in the cabin was a feverish panting as, again and again, she submitted to
Iannis's inexhaustible lust for buggering her, jets of his scalding semen
erupting from his bloated balls every few minutes, overflowing her distended
anus and drenching their spasming sexes and the bed.
It was on the morning of the
seventh day that Chloe realized she couldn't take much more of the routine she
was enduring. She still took pleasure in having sex with Iannis, but the
endlessness of the voyage, not being able to leave the cabin and the fact that
she heard the ship dock every day and couldn’t get off made her seriously
unhappy. Iannis was naturally aware of her misery and did his best to reassure
her that they would reach Athens within a few days but to Chloe the time seemed
interminable and no amount of his enthusiastic lovemaking was enough to make her
feel she could stand being on the boat for much longer.
Chloe could finally take no
more on what she estimated to be midday on the Saturday. The ship had docked,
she assumed at one of the Cyclades islands, and she heard voices outside the
porthole, English voices. She was sure she recognized the man's voice as Leo's
and she couldn't stop herself from looking out, despite the fact that she risked
being arrested as a stowaway.
The Englishman was paying
off a taxi and shouting "Hey, hold on Liz!" to a blonde girl walking towards the
gangway of the ship. He turned round and Chloe saw it wasn't Leo. But she also
saw something else. Something she couldn't believe at first until her amazement
was replaced by a cold, intense rage.
Across the harbour was a
column on which was a statue of a stag. The emblem of the island of Rhodes. The
column that stood at the entrance to Rhodes harbor.
Barely able to stop herself
screaming in fury, Chloe stamped over to the cabin door and yanked it open.
There was no-one in the passageway outside and she walked out, turning towards a
stairway and climbing it to reach the deck. The sun streamed onto her face and
she almost wept with the sense of release, of finally being out of Iannis's
bloody cabin.
A steward walked past her,
glancing at her body with in admiration.
"Excuse me," she asked him.
"Could you tell me where I can find the Captain?"
"Certainly, Miss. I will
show you. Please follow me.”
Chloe followed the steward
to the bridge where the Captain was standing over a chart table. The steward
said something to the Captain who turned and smiled at Chloe. "Yes, Miss,” he
said. “Can I help you?"
“Captain, I met a Mr
Metrides in a taverna on the dockside,” Chloe said, fighting to get herself
under control. She might have been boiling with rage but she wasn't about to
admit that she had spent the last nine days on board the ship as a stowaway. “He
told me he was an officer on this ship."
That is true. He is the
Navigation Officer."
"He said that the ship was
going to Athens and that he could arrange a passage for me so that I could catch
my return flight to London."
"I am sorry young lady," the
Captain said. "But I have no idea why he told you that. This ship does not sail
anywhere near Athens. It is the ferry between Rhodes and the island of Crete.
The journey takes just over a day each way."
Chloe could only splutter,
“But - !”
The Captain laughed. "He was
probably playing a joke on you because you are beautiful and he hoped you could
be persuaded to travel with us," he said. "Mr Metrides does have an eye for the
ladies. Unfortunately as you English say, you have been 'had'. Is that the right
phrase?"
Bloody hell yes, thought Chloe. And in more ways than one, the buggering Greek bastard...!