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"Island Paradise: Eternity" - Chapter 21 of ??
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PAMELA
Height: 5'4"
Weight: 118 pounds
Blonde Hair
Brown Eyes
Measurements: 38dd-24-36
Age: 27
Hello boys and girls,
I'm Pamela, a natural blonde beauty with the
cool personality to go with it. I've been a
dancer for several years and LOVE IT!! I've
definitely achieved my goal of being the best
in the business. Trust me, once you've had
me, you won't forget me. I can handle a
party of six or 60, and I can promise that
everyone will have the time of their lives.
I've done shows for both guys and girls and
love doing them both! So if you would like
to enter my Bad Girl Playground, give me a
call and I will be there. If you want a two
girl show, I will bring my friend Bambi!
Ta Ta for now, Pamela xoxoxo
As I sat in front of my computer and read that little
biography, I shook my head and frowned inwardly. I had
been surfing the Internet for the past hour and though I
don't remember exactly how, I came across the website of
the Baltimore strip club that Pamela was employed at. It
seemed as if Pamela had graduated from being an on-stage
exotic dancer to a "private party entertainer".
"What are you gonna do with your life, girl?" I asked
outloud, shaking my head. I scanned the passage once again.
"You love being a dancer, huh? Yeah, right. You can handle
a party of six or 60? Hopefully everything you do is legit."
I shook my head, wanting to get that last thought out of my
system. Pamela would never resort to prostitution. Not my
Pamela. She worked for a quality strip club that offered
private performances to those who could afford it.
"Your `Bad Girl Playground', huh? And who is Bambi?"
Just about the only thing that brought a smile to my face
about this specific web page was the photograph of Pamela
that went along with it. In the picture, she was smiling
and her vast, ample cleavage was on display. It appeared
as if Pamela was wearing an off-the-shoulder mini-dress or
top. Unfortunately, the photograph did not show anything
from the chest down. That seemed typical.
At the bottom of the page, I noticed there were a pair of
hyperlinks. One read "more pictures of Pamela" while the
other was "Pamela's customer reviews". Hmmmmm...
Dear [Strip Club Name],
I'm taking this opportunity to thank your
company for once again making our most
recent bachelor party a huge success. My
friends and I have been using your company
for 10 years and once again we were treated
to an evening of great entertainment. The
young lady that made all of this possible
was the lovely and charming Pamela. She is
definitely a star in the making. Pamela is
a really sweet girl and left a long lasting
impression on all of the participants that
evening. I would go out on a limb to say
that if anyone who attended our party needs
an entertainer in the future, Pamela will be
their first choice. Everyone wished that
she was booked for two hours instead of one
because she made the evening a real success.
I would once again like to thank you and
hope to continue our association with your
company. Pamela made me look very good in
front of the guys. They cannot stop talking
about it being the best bachelor party they
ever attended and I owe it to you and Pamela.
-Tim (Rockland, MD)
Pamela,
Girl you are off the hook. Nobody can stop
talking about it. You are beautiful. Keep
up the good work. Thanks again!
Amber......
We would recommend Pamela to anyone wanting
the best performer for a live act. Pamela
is also a great actress who can role-play any
character that you want. She listens to the
instructions you give her, is very prompt in
returning your phone calls (she called within
minutes after I called [Strip Club Name] and
selected her), was early in her arrival and
had everything ready to go. Not to mention
she is even more beautiful and stunning than
the pictures on your website suggest. After
the show, the people at the party agreed that
Pamela bent over backwards (literally) to
please everyone and was very attentive. Even
her two bodyguards were totally professional.
Try Pamela at your next event. If you do,
you will be extremely satisfied.
An Adoring Fan
As you can see, I clicked on the link for customer reviews
instead of viewing more photographs of Pamela. The reviews,
though quite complimentive of Pamela and her work, made me
feel sad and depressed inside. It was terrible enough that
Pamela had been flaunting herself on stage and in private
rooms to strangers as an exotic dancer since 1995. Now she
was working the private party circuit as well.
"Pamela is MY girl," I said outloud, again shaking my
head. I did not like the idea of strangers being able to
look at and admire her vast physical charms. I was jealous,
though I really should not have been.
"Jeremy..." came an incessant, squealy voice from behind
me, "you're not looking at PORN on the Internet, are you?"
As Kristanna approached the computer monitor, she took a
long look and mused, "Oh... that's not porn. It's Pamela."
I clicked on the photo link and was greeted with eight
semi-nude images of Pamela. Kristanna frowned in response
and asked, "Is she an Internet sex model now?"
"No, not quite," I answered. "This is the website of the
strip club that she works at. They have biographies and
pictures of all their dancers. This is Pamela's page. I
just spotted it for the first time a little while ago." I
went back to the customer review page. "As you can see,
people have nothing but good things to say about her."
"Why does she continue to degrade herself?" Kristanna
wondered. "Pamela is so much better than a stripper. I
know you care for her, Jeremy, and want the best for her.
But she's gone. She is so far gone."
"She strips for the money," I frowned. "Pamela can make
two or three thousand per week with just a few nights of
working. Probably even more now, with these private shows.
As far as I know, Pamela didn't do private shows before."
Once again, I shook my head. "Pamela has been a stripper
for so long that she doesn't know how to do anything else.
Most strippers don't last seven or eight years like her."
"Isn't she going to college for secondary education?"
Kristanna asked. "You're still having that school built in
her neighborhood, right? So she can one day teach at it?"
"The school will be up and running this fall," I nodded.
"But who knows if Pamela will even want to teach at it? I
think she makes so much money from stripping that she will
keep doing it until they kick her out." I groaned and added,
"I wish that Pamela stayed with us. I miss her..."
Kristanna turned the computer monitor off and slid right
into my lap. She then wrapped her arms around my neck and
shoulders, and smiled. "I miss her too, Jeremy. But what
Pamela does with her life is her decision. You have to let
her go, Jeremy. Let her go. If Pamela really wanted to be
here with us, she would be. But she's not."
"I can still dream... can't I?" was my response. "I'd
feel a lot better, you know, if Pamela wasn't a stripper.
I don't care how much money she makes. Pamela is selling
herself short. And she don't even need the money. Pamela
never even cashed the $1.5 million check I gave her for
staying here last year."
"I remember... you told me that," Kristanna nodded.
"Pamela is special," I breathed. "She is a lot like you
and Devon, sweetheart. She is special like the two of you.
That is why I miss her. I worry about her everyday. She is
so unhappy being a stripper, yet continues to do it anyway.
She DOES love me, you know. I could make her happy."
"Pamela would not be happy having to share you with me
and Devon," Kristanna whispered. "You know that, Jeremy.
She told you that herself. I know you love her... but you
have to accept reality." Kristanna giggled and shook her
head. "This is not normal. I'm telling my own husband that
he should no longer be in love with another woman. Yet you
are in love with her, and it doesn't bother or threaten me."
"Our marriage is anything but normal," I mused. "Pamela
is special like you and Devon, sweetheart, but still... she
is not YOU or Devon. I wish she was here with us but hey...
I'm the luckiest man alive as it is. I have the two most
beautiful women in the whole, wide world as my wives. Even
better, they are the two nicest, sweetest and most sincere
women in the whole, wide world. I have more than I need. I
have more than any man needs."
"You're just greedy," Kristanna snickered, tapping my nose
with her left index finger. The incredibly tall and slender
Norwegian, who was dressed in a pair of pink cotton shorts
and a white halter top, shifted herself about somewhat while
in my lap. Once she settled down into the most comfortable
position, I placed my hands upon her hips and caressed them
gently. Kristanna smiled, then brought her left hand to my
face and offered me a soothing, languid kiss.
When Kristanna slipped her tongue into my mouth, my right
hand immediately shifted toward one of her breasts. As we
continued to kiss each other in a slow, romantic fashion, I
cupped and cradled her taut, firm breast through the thin
halter top she wore. Both of us moaned simultaneously, and
soon I was squeezing her breast a bit rougher than before.
At the same time, I coiled my left arm around Kristanna's
shoulder and pulled her tighter against me. Our mutual kiss
intensified and before I knew what was happening next, the
23-year-old reached between our pressed bodies and massaged
the huge, growing lump that was tucked away in my shorts.
Our tongues danced and intermingled together as the kiss
became rather heated and passionate. I drove my tongue deep
into her mouth, tasting all of its sweet recesses. I swiped
away at her teeth, her gums, the area underneath her tongue,
as well as the roof her mouth and its lush, inner walls.
I slipped my left hand downward and began to squeeze and
prod away at Kristanna's tight, shorts-clad ass. Meanwhile,
my other hand continued to cup and grope one of her luscious
breasts. Soon, we had to break the kiss in order to catch
our collective breaths. It had become that intense.
I used this opportunity to dispose of her halter top,
whisking it up and over her head, and tossing it elsewhere.
An instant later, I reached around Kristanna's slender body
and unsnapped her bra. She smiled as I slid its thin straps
from her shoulders before heaving it into oblivion as well.
Kristanna looked at me with passionate, smoldering eyes
once I got rid of my own top, which was a muscle shirt. She
placed the palm of her left hand directly onto my chest,
over my heart, and held it there for several seconds. I
responded by squeezing one of her bare, firm breasts with
my own hand. After several seconds of mutual groping, I
kissed the tip of Kristanna's nose and she giggled at me.
The two of us maintained eye contact as my mouth slowly
but surely descended toward her one of her breasts - or more
specifically, its puffy nipple. As my lips closed around it,
Kristanna let out a long-winded sigh and wrapped both arms
around the back of my head.
As if it were nourishment, I eagerly sucked and slurped
away at her erect nipple. Above me, Kristanna continued to
moan and sigh, while voicing her approval at the same time.
Meanwhile, I continued to pump her opposite breast with my
right hand. Kristanna ran her long, supple fingers through
my short brown hair, while massaging and rubbing my scalp.
"I don't know about you, Jeremy, but I'm HUNGRY."
I chuckled as Kristanna pushed my head away from her
breast, before sliding down onto her knees in front of me.
She held up her right arm for an instant, showing me its
cast, and then frowned. I quickly got the idea. It would
be a chore for Kristanna to unloop my belt and get rid of
my shorts with just one hand. I needed to help her.
Thus, I did the honors. I slipped my own belt off and
then maneuvered my shorts and briefs downward. Once they
were at my feet, I kicked them off and settled back down
into the comfortable chair in front of the computer desk.
My erection, as you may imagine, was already jostling
back-and-forth in front of Kristanna's beautiful face.
As she smiled and gently grasped my shaft with her left
hand, I shook my head at her. "I love you, sweetheart.
Devon and I are crazy and emotional at times, but you are
the glue that helps keep everything together. I love you."
On her knees, Kristanna glanced up at me, her eyes aglow
with passion and lust. I could not help but to shudder with
arousal as my wife extended her tongue and offered my full
erection a loving swipe. She giggled at my response, then
teasingly ran her tongue along the aching length of my cock.
"Do you like this?" she squealed at me, holding back a
laugh at the same time. She already knew the answer.
"Oh yes!" I exclaimed. "Ohhhhh sweetheart... ohhhhh...
you know I do. That mouth could bring about world peace."
She snickered at my praise, a happy expression upon her
face. I would find it very difficult to go on in life
without Kristanna's mouth to service my cock. Of course,
the same could be said for Devon. I needed them both.
I gasped as Kristanna's left hand slowly tightened itself
around my enlarged shaft. Again she giggled, this time while
giving it a couple of hard squeezes. All the while, her eyes
stayed in direct contact with mine. What a powerful sight;
her piercing eyes in contact with mine as she caressed and
squeezed my erection. But then...
A deep, drawn-out moan escaped from Kristanna's throat as
she slipped my shaft between her pouty, red lips. As her
left hand cupped my testicles and gently squeezed them, she
closed her moist lips around my swollen member and began to
feverishly suck upon it. She then moved her left hand to
the very base of my shaft and started to pump away at it.
Within a matter of seconds, Kristanna was working my cock
in-and-out of her mouth at a steady, but not fast speed. A
deep moan escaped her throat as she looked up at me, which
in turn caused me to sigh. Seeing her mouth stuffed full of
my cock while she looked up at me was a definite turn-on.
I growled with sheer passion as I felt the tip of my cock
collide with the back of Kristanna's throat with each intake.
The collisions came quicker too, due to the increasing speed
of her head as she bobbed back-and-forth upon my erection.
Meanwhile, she continued to pump the base of my shaft with
her left hand. I was, quite obviously, in Heaven!
Kristanna made a loud gagging noise as her cheeks hallowed
around my hard cock, her head now bobbing back-and-forth at
warp speed. She was sucking me off like there was no
tomorrow; as if this was her last act on Earth. I growled
in pure passion above her while reaching the boiling point.
All of a sudden, the Norwegian whipped my shaft out of
her mouth. In one quick motion, she tightened her grip upon
its base and extended her tongue from her wide-open mouth.
She aimed my cock at her tongue...
Then I roared in lust as a thick strand of sperm shot out
from my shaft and splattered over Kristanna's tongue. She
began pumping away at me with her hand, wanting more. I
obliged her, as a series of heavy spurts erupted from within
me and covered Kristanna's lovely, charming face. The whole
time, of course, I continued to moan while getting the royal
treatment from my angel bride. Yes, this was Heaven.
Once my shaft was drained of all its juicy sperm, I opened
my eyes and looked down at Kristanna. Her face and long
blonde hair were soaked in my juice, but she sure didn't
seem to mind. In fact, Kristanna was giggling in lust as she
wiped her face with her fingertips, then sucked each dry.
"Oh, you are definitely a sweetheart," I grinned while
dropping to my knees and kissing a dry spot on her forehead.
"I love you, little Miss Kris - more than you'll ever know."
She continued giggling while sucking her fingertips dry
of all the thick jizz. "I love you too, Jeremy."
I hooked an arm around her midriff and pulled her down
onto the floor with me. Now lounging on our sides, I gently
touched the cast she wore upon her right arm, then pecked
the end of it with my lips - where her hand was concealed.
"How are you feeling, peaches? Does it still itch?"
"Yes, but it's getting better," she said, glancing at her
arm. "The new cast is a lot better than the old one."
"I can't wait until the doctor allows you to go swimming
again," I grinned. "Only two weeks away."
"At least I can wade around in the pool now," Kristanna
murmured. "That's better than nothing."
"What I really can't wait for is when you finally get
that nasty thing taken off of your arm for good," I frowned.
"I hate looking at that cast everyday. I don't like seeing
you or Devon - or any of the others - in any sort of pain."
"Well... it's my own fault," she countered. "I punched
the wall. I even punched it wrong. Remember what Sarah
said? Any black belt, like I am, should be able to punch
anything short of a concrete wall and not hurt themselves.
I punched it wrong. And some can even break cinder blocks
of concrete with their bare hands, and not get hurt." She
giggled and added, "Can you imagine Devon going to karate
class? She would break a nail and start crying!"
"That's not very nice!" I scolded Kristanna, though in a
playful manner. After all, she was being playful herself.
But on the other hand, if Devon broke a nail, she probably
would start to cry. Those nails were precious to her...
It wasn't too long before Kristanna was completely nude.
I got rid of her pink shorts and white G-string, as well as
her shoes and socks. Then, it was time for the main event.
Sprawled out on the floor beneath me, Kristanna shrieked
with lust as I moved between her widespread thighs. My cock
was erect once again; ready to give my beloved sweetheart
the type of hot workout which she treasured the most.
Kristanna squealed with sheer delight as I mounted her in
the missionary position. Fisting my cock, I pressed it hard
against her tight slit and rubbed it in erotic circles.
Kristanna moaned as her face rocked from side to side, in
utter pleasure. She loved it when I teased her this way.
Nevertheless, I was not in much of a teasing mood. Very
quickly, I forged my enlarged shaft between the tight
confines of her womanly folds, and slid it all the way
inside. Both of us moaned with extreme passion while I
settled myself deeply in her - as deep as possible.
As is always the case, Kristanna's insides were gripping
and clutching my erection like a powerful, unforgiving vice.
I had to wince at the pressure upon my cock; it almost hurt.
No complaints, though - it was a good hurt. I welcomed it!
Kristanna cried in passion as I pulled out slightly, only
to thrust back into her very forcefully. My arms hooked
under her knees, at my shoulders, I started a series of
heated strokes which made Kristanna growl with lust.
My thrusting hips quickly reached a thunderous speed and
as a result, my testicles slapped hard against Kristanna's
tight, upturned ass with each forward plunge. Together the
both of us rocked and screamed in unequaled desire, our
bodies quickly becoming drenched with perspiration.
I kept pounding her, harder and harder, and soon she dug
her sharp, red fingernails into my back. That, however,
only made me slam her harder.
While thrusting away at her, my mind was lost in a sea of
lust and desire. I couldn't think. My body was simply
relying on instinct now. I kept drilling Kristanna, jamming
my hard shaft in and out of her at a fierce, remarkable pace.
An earth-shattering pace. An unbelievable pace!
Kristanna's body was flopping around beneath me as I
continued to hammer her, while her firm, taut breasts bounced
about wildly in the process. It was truly an intense,
heated coupling - just the type that Kristanna and I enjoy.
Suddenly, I growled in a passionate rage, then buried my
shaft all the way into Kristanna's burning slit. I sensed
an explosion within me coming, and knew that it was time.
Kristanna screamed in passion as a helping of fresh sperm
jettisoned itself from my cock directly into her sweet pussy.
I continued to empty my seed into her, wanting to flood her
insides with my thick and gooey juice. Initially, there
were two large gushes of sperm that shot out. They were
followed by a series of several smaller ones.
Once I was tapped out, however, I lost all of my strength
and fell down directly on top of Kristanna. Both of us had
experienced the ultimate togetherness between two people.
Though exhausted, we reveled in that wonderful feeling.
* * *
"Should have married you a long time ago," I murmured,
short of breath. "Should have never let you leave me all
those times in the past. God, Krissy. I love you so much."
"Why did you let me leave?" she chirped. "You could have
went with me, you know. Nothing was stopping you."
"I didn't want to leave the island," I told her. "I did
not want to go and live in Norway."
"Jeg forutinntadd, men Norway er et meget bedre land enn
America," Kristanna mused in her native tongue. "De elsker
det der. Og min familie behandler De slik hyggelig, Jeremy."
"What did you just say?"
"It's a secret," she grinned. "If I tell you, it takes
all of the fun away. Learn my language, Jeremy, and you
will find out. I learned your language!"
"I know what `Jeg elsker De' means."
"Hmmmmm... Jeg elsker De... I love you - yes," she nodded.
"But unfortunately, that is all you know, Jeremy."
"Kristanna, sweetheart... I know you miss your family and
all. You know what I have been thinking in recent weeks?"
"What?"
"Devon... Devon wants nothing to do with her family, I
guess. Me... I miss my family, but I'm so used to not
seeing them. When I married Devon in the Bahamas last year,
that was the first time I saw anyone from my family in over
a year. I'm not that close with them, you know. I have
lived on this island for seven years, remember."
"What have you been thinking?" Kristanna reiterated, now
running her left hand over and across the top of my head.
"I know that you miss your family," I told her. "I feel
kind of guilty about it, to tell you the truth. I have been
thinking that maybe the three of us - you, me and Devon -
should re-enter society and stay in it for good. It won't
be in Ohio, where I grew up. Not in Pennsylvania, where
Devon was born and raised. I was thinking of Norway."
"Norway?" Kristanna exclaimed, obviously shocked. "You...
you want to live in Norway?"
"I want you closer to your family. That's what I want."
"But... but what about the island? What about Devon?"
"We can keep the island as a vacation retreat, or I can
sell it," I told her. "We'll still travel around the world
and go to all the places we have planned on. As for Devon,
we can talk to her. I think she'll understand. I want you
close to your family. We could live in Norway nine or ten
months out of the year. Go on vacation the rest."
"You REALLY want to live in my country?" she asked.
"Sweetheart, you've spoke so highly of it for years that
it HAS to be a good place to live," I answered. "You're a
farm girl, right? You grew up on a farm? We can have the
biggest, most beautiful farm in all of Norway."
"What about the food?" she squealed. "Would you eat it?"
I laughed at her words. "That would be the only stumbling
block, I guess, but we'd figure a way to make it through."
"I can't imagine you as a farmer, Jeremy," Kristanna said.
"Have you done any hard labor since you came into all that
money of yours eight or nine years ago?"
"Who do you think blazed all those off-beat trails in the
forest?" I asked her. "I've done plenty of hard work here.
Besides, I'm not worried about that. I want you to be closer
to your mom and dad, and your brothers and sisters."
"I miss my family... yes," she frowned. "But I love being
on this island. I don't know if I want to give it up. I've
accepted the fact that I'll only see my family once or twice
a year from now on. I love this island, Jeremy. I love the
mansion. I... I don't know if I want to leave it."
"Will you think about it for me?"
She nodded her head and answered, "Yes, I will. But I
don't think that you or Devon would like living there. It
is really cold in the winter-time and we get lots of snow.
It would be the complete opposite of living on the island."
"I could care less about that," I told her. "I just want
you to be happy, dear. I want all of us to be happy. Devon
and I have been through some snow-storms in the past."
"No... I don't think so," Kristanna said. "Devon always
tells me how she loves the island and never wants to leave
it. I don't want to take it away from her, Jeremy. Plus, I
love it here myself. I... I think I want to stay."
I took a deep breath and sighed. "If that is what you
want, sweetheart, then so be it. If you ever change your
mind, though, let me know." I kissed her on the forehead
and continued, "But we are going to Norway for a month of
vacation in April." Kristanna's expression seemed to
brighten as I added, "I've already talked with Devon about
that. She knows how much you miss your family."
"When do I get to do something really extra-nice and
special for you, Jeremy?"
I smiled at her. "Just spending your life with me is more
special than anything I could ever do for you, peaches." She
sighed at those words as I added, "Come on, sweetheart.
Let's get dressed and find Devon. I want to treat both of
you to an afternoon picnic. How does Devon Falls sound? We
could have a picnic up at Devon Falls."
"Oooooh!" she squealed. "I love Devon Falls! After the
picnic, Devon and I can take turns pushing you in the water!"
Stunned by her last comment, I hesitated for a moment, but
then laughed. "That's not exactly what I had in mind..."
"It's what's going to happen, though!" she snickered.
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