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Subject: {ASSM} The Master's Island (Part 10) By Taoman
Date: Sat, 22 Jul 2000 17:10:10 -0400
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The Master's Island (Part 10) by Taoman ADULT CONTENT (Mfff,oral,humil)
The Master's Island copyright Taoman. The right of Taoman to be
identified as the author of this work has been asserted in accordance with
Section 77 and 78 of the Copyrights and Patents Act 1988
Please do not reprint for commercial purposes without my permission
thomhobs@hotmail.com
Dusk then night. Torches mounted on bamboo stakes had been lit. The
circle of light on the black beach contracts then shifts and expands with
the gusting wind from the sea. A dark naked muscular man, his arms crossed
imperiously, peers down at the beautiful nude woman at his feet. Fully
prostrate on her stomach her head slowly moves back and forth against the
man's foot. Two naked teenage girls stand nearby witnessing the erotically
submissive scene. There is a tension in the air. Neither girl is smiling
and they take turns whispering in each other's ear.
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"Good girl" I say.
She has had her eyes closed. There has been a long moment of silence
broken only by a slight rasping on wet tongue on sand. At the sound of my
voice she looks up. There is sand stuck to her face. She has quietly spit
several times and a sandy drool is running down her chin. She has held her
arms at her side as commanded. She closes her eyes in my stare. Her
tongue comes out and fully extended laps at the caked sand on the top of my
foot. She has already cleared a small area above my toes.
Looking up I tell Brittany to fetch the new collar. She obediently runs
into the hut to emerge with strap of brightly colored woven wire.
"Fasten it around your sister's neck" I tell her.
The young woman kneels beside her prostate older sibling, moves the mane
of blonde hair aside and loops the restraint around the exposed neck.
Kimberly had lifted her neck to allow easier access but I noticed her
lapping tongue had never faltered in its task. Brittany fumbles at the
complicated weaving of wire ends in the flickering light. Then sat back
and looked up at me for approval.
I reach down and stick a finger through the large attached washer. I
test the loose collar. Kimberly's head jerks as I tug her new apparel.
With her extended sand coated tongue poised in midair her eyes shift and
she looks at me with an unsure glance. I am satisfied that the device will
last until it can be properly woven in the light of day. I reach over grab
the nearby leash and attach it to Kimberly.
Standing I tug her.
"Sit up slave girl" I say.
She brings her hands underneath her and pushes herself to a kneeling
position at my feet. The front of her is heavily caked with sand. The
thrust out, firm melon like breasts are accented by the gritty texture and
flickering shadows. She has a ring of wet sand around her open mouth. She
seems unsure what to do with the sand in her mouth. She looks miserably
unhappy and forlorn. She looks up at me and waits for my command.
I savor the moment.
"Lets go wash you off" I say tugging her too her feet.
I turn to the quietly observant teens. "You two stay her" I order.
Leading the meekly following Kimberly I take her into the darkness.
__________________________________________________
The fresh water streams from the black mass of jungle across the beach
and into the awaiting ocean. As my eyes become more accustomed to the
darkness I slowly perceive more details. A squatting Kimberly is perched
in the shallow pebble lined pool on the end of my leash. The water is
cool on my feet.
The naked woman cups water with her hands and then splashes it on
herself to slowly rinse off the caked sand. She is very quiet. There is
only the sound of the trickling stream and the distant surf.
She has down a thorough job. In the faint light her voluptuous
nakedness glistens.
"Make sure there is no sand in your pussy." I say bluntly.
She bows her head and squats lower until her posterior is submerged.
There is something very vulnerable about her position. Her hands make
spashing movements between her thighs.
It is if this is a sort of baptism. I believe Kimberly's situation was
truly dawning on her. She began to tremble, then shake. Within a moment
it is all stored tension in the girl is released and she begins a racking
sobbing.
I place my hand on her head and smooth the blonde hair from her
forehead.
"You will be fine, Kimberly" I say
She looks up at me. The distant fire light sparkles in her wet eyes.
"I have never felt like this," She says softly. "I am afraid"
I drop to one knee and take the shivering girl in my arms. By reflex
her arms come and clutch between us as if to protect her exposured bosom.
She is shivering. I tug her arms down and pull her lush figure close to
me. I run my hands down and hold her to me by her full tight butt. I
squeeze her possessively.
A quiet moment passes. Her shivering stops and she sniffs.
"I feel better" she whispers to me. "Everything has been so frightening
since the crash."
I run a hand up her back and grab a handful of that thick blonde hair. I
tug it and bend her head back. We stare at each other in the dimness.
"You are home now little girl" I tell her. I kiss her open mouth. She
presses against me. The kissing becomes more demanding.
Hers is a lush fullness that a man could get lost in. We wildly thrust
at each on the rounded stones in the cool stream. Hers seems an almost
frantic need. Her long legs wrapped tightly around me we come together.
Later I took her hand and we walked up the now moon lit beach away from
camp. The lighted presence of others seemed inappropriate to our mood. We
talked. Later that night, miles away, we stopped to make love again. This
was a more leisurely coupling. I took my time wanting to fully explore
this new lush frontier.
I knelt above her and slowly fucked her firm breasts, which she held
tightly together for her Master's pleasure. Then I squatted over her face
and came hotly as she pumped me with her fist. I had her rub the cock head
and spunk all over her face. Without encouraging her tongue would flick
out and catch the warm sperm.
Later as we lay in the sand and watched the sun come up she told me that
she had not done oral sex in years. Evidently early in her career she had
to blow several men on the climb up her career ladder.
She said had it become something she had avoided when she had become
established. Then she meekly confessed that of course she would do it for
me anytime I wanted. She said she wanted to learn to please me.
I told her she was doing fine.
It was daylight when we returned to the camp. I was leading my new
slave by her leash. The two sleepy eyed teenagers where overjoyed at our
return. I watched the three girls as they chatted, then whispered, looked
my way and giggled.
But, the ever-present concern for survival was always was on my mind. I
left the camp, carrying my fishing gear and headed down to the shore to
catch the tide
Time passes in paradise
I had woken in the predawn with an erection. The four of us where in a
loose tangle on the mats in the hut. Kimberly's warm backside was pressed
against me and I woke her with an insistent probing of her. She held her
fingers to her lips so not to wake the two teenagers then obliging pushed
herself back into me with opened thighs.
We quietly rocked together. One of the girls shifted and muttered when
our more movements became less controlled and driving at the end.
Afterward I stood and went to the hut door to greet the day. I had
heard several unaccustomed sounds during the lovemaking.
The two-mast schooner lay anchored just off the shore. I could see tiny
figures lowering a suspended dinghy. There was a flash of reflected
sunlight on the deck. I realized I was being observed. Feeling quite
naked I ducked back into the shadowed hut.
"Shit" I exclaimed.
Within 12 hours we had been airlifted and where in the belly of a C-140
surrounded by medical personnel. I had seen several wide-eyed frightened
looks from my blanket wrapped females at all the noise and activity. In
Honolulu I saw everyone again at a press conference.
Then suddenly one night I found myself stretched out alone, staring up
at a white textured ceiling on a tightly made-up bed in a very sanitary
hotel room. The humming air conditioner the only sound. I realized the
island seemed like an unreal dream.
SIX MONTHS LATER
I had seen Kimberly's picture in the paper. She was at some Hollywood
function. She was gorgeous with a daringly low cut evening gown. She was
to star in some new television sitcom. The article also stated her sister
" the rising star" Brittany would have a role. I was somehow inordinately
proud of them. I had never heard from them again.
My life had gone on. I was flying for a small regional airline. The
work suited my temperament. I had looked up a few old girlfriends but had
realized that my heart was not in the expenditure of pursuit.
Then one day there was a knock on my door.
I opened it to find a brightly smiling Jennifer. She wore a smart suit
and had her hair styled. She looked very sophisticated and cosmopolitan.
She clutched a small carry-on bag in her hands and there was a suitcase at
her feet.
"Hey boss" she said. Then winked. I suddenly heard the surf and saw
the reflected ocean in her eyes.
THE END 07/21/2000
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