KING JAKOB (Part 2)


By KATZMAREK


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This work is fiction. It remains the property of the author and
may not be used for profit without the author's express
permission in writing. It contains sex, so if this offends etc...


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Part 2


Jakob had asked Katalin Westermann officially to marry him. The Governor had invited him to afternoon tea one Sunday. It was among the roses in the formal garden behind the mansion that he'd popped the question. Katalin was looking radiant in her long white dress and blue bonnet and she'd had her hair specially done. Jakob wore his morning suit and cravat. The Westermanns in their finery hovered by the summer house beaming with anticipation.


Katalin smiled with a mixture of embarrassment and joy. The Governor was also smiling, well lubricated with his favourite Cognac.  Afterwards a lavish tea appeared with cigars and liquers to follow. 'This is how high settler society does things,' Jakob thought, 'appearances count more than substance.'


The girl was like a child on her birthday, Jakob observed. She bounced around the garden holding up her diamond engagement ring like a talisman. Jakob had hardly talked to his new fiancee let alone embrace her. He observed her, kindling a desire for her delicate prettiness, but had to be content with waiting, at least for the present.


Meanwhile, Asmira, his housemaid and bed companion, was growing rounder in the belly. She was to be seen less in public, confining herself to the garden of Jakob's house. She was tired in the evenings and not as diligent in her duties at night as she had been. It was at this point that Yu, his 'senior boy' chose to introduce his master to Sally.


Perhaps to enhance his own status, Yu brought a young Chinese girl to see Jakob. He explained that the girl, Sally, wished to leave her former employer and work for the Count. Jakob asked him what she could do, already growing suspicious, and Yu had replied that she would perform 'special services.' Asmira was spending less and less time in his bed so Jakob was immediately interested. The girl, though, seemed barely older than his fiancee.


"How old are you?" he asked her.


"Sally only speaks Cantonese," replied Yu, "I will explain to her."


The girl did look at a loss, staring at one speaker to the other without much sign of understanding.


"She eighteen," Yu answered, "very good girl," he added with a wink.


Jakob believed Yu was at least as crafty as himself. Perhaps that's why they seem to work well together. Jakob doubted Yu's honesty, doubted that much of what he said about Sally was true. But Yu also knew his master.


"Price?" Jakob asked.


"Two fifty mark."


"Your commission?"


Yu grinned broadly, "your happiness, excellency."


"Pig shit Yu!" Jakob grinned back.


"You like?" Yu asked.


"Hundred down," he told him, "and a further one fifty if she works out."


Yu bowed extravagantly and Jakob told him to get off the floor. The man talked rapidly to the girl and ushered her out. She continued to look confused, Jakob hoped she knew what was going on.


'A little diversion, perhaps!' Jakob told himself.


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Jakob left the arrangements for his wedding to the Westermanns. The Governor was spending more and more time at Jakob's house. Frau Westermann and their daughter were driving him crazy and he needed an escape. He told Jakob he was looking forward to the wedding, complained it was still six month's away, and suggested they move it forward.


"Sometimes I pity you," the Governor told him, "she'll talk your ear off with prattle. But if you change your mind I'll kill you with my bare hands, Count or not!" he grinned.


"The dowry?" Jakob teased.


"Oh please, don't you start!" he said, raising his eyes to the ceiling. Jakob, however, was pondering the commercial possibilities of the match. "Your problem?" Westermann asked, "you will be discrete? If you upset my daughter and she comes to me complaining you're dishonouring her, I warn you, Count, I will have the colony's auditor go over your book-keeping." The Governor's tone was suddenly serious.


"I'll be careful," Jakob replied.


"That's all I ask," he said, leaning back satisfied. "And I presume your discretion will also extend to your little Chinese girl?"


"You know about her?" Jakob asked, surprised.


"I know everything that happens in Samoa. It is in my interest to know and it's certainly in my interest to know what my son-in-law is up to. You have slept with the girl?"


"No," replied Jakob.


"But you will?" Jakob gave a non-committal shrug of the shoulders. "She is younger than my daughter, that one," Westermann told him, "her family work on Marschal's estate on Savai'i. Your man Yu is humping the older sister."


"Is he now?" Jakob reacted in surprise.


"Yes, he's making quite a name for himself, your Chinaman. Y'know, the Chinese are very impressed by titles. And the head of household of a Count carries a great deal of status. Your man is a sort of 'arranger of things,' I think would be a good description."


"The damned you say! And I bet he charges a fee!"


The German flicked a fly away from his face. He was looking ruddy around the cheeks, sure sign he was well into the Cognac.


"He is becoming the richest Chinaman in the islands," Westermann told him.


"Just how young is Sally?" Jakob asked him.


"Sally is it? Her real name's Qing Li Hwan and she's no older than 15," Westermann replied, conspirationally.


"Damn that man!" Jakob exclaimed, "Yu told me she was eighteen!"


"So what?" the German replied, "have some fun. You can't send her back, it would be a stain on the family. They would think she disgraced them in front of their community. Just don't hump her in front of Katalin, or I swear..."


"No, no..."


"Good! Another bottle? I think this one's done it's duty."


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Jakob's conscience was bothering him. Knowing now how old the Chinese girl was, he had a sudden attack of scruples. Despite that, Yu was urging him to complete the deal, no doubt concerned about the remaining 150 marks for her. Jakob considered giving the man 150 anyway, but was concerned he would lose Yu's respect. Their relationship depended on them keeping their bargains and arrangements.


Ethically, he could tell Yu he'd only pay him once the girl had achieved a suitable age to be a 'proper' mistress. But the truth was, despite his occasional pangs of conscience, it was dawning on Jakob that he could do pretty much whatever he wanted providing he observed certain 'rules.' These rules were that 'appearances' must be maintained.


And Sally, or Qing, was pretty and appealing. She was becoming more so too now that Asmira was less available and Katalin not yet his. He was becoming used to a regular diet of sex. But how would she respond to his requests? The solution came from an unexpected quarter.


On one of the occasions Asmira had consented to share his bed, she asked him when he was going to take his new mistress. Apparently there had been some speculation among the staff.


"She is only 15," Jakob told her.


"Ah!" said Asmira, "so you think she not know much?"


Jakob shrugged.


"So she must be taught!" Asmira explained, "otherwise, you pay for nothing!"


Clearly, the thought outraged Asmira's sense of fairness. She believed her master was being cheated and, somehow, that reflected badly on all the staff. They were proud to work for a smart, successful, titled businessman. The staff would lose face if it became known Jakob had been conned, even in a small way.


"Ok, ok. Perhaps you can instruct her," Jakob said.


"I will try, sir," she replied, nodding slightly.


She agreed to attend to him tomorrow night, when he will call Sally into his bedroom.


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Yu had been delighted to pass on the instructions to Sally. He was no doubt still thinking of his commission. Jakob buzzed with expectation. Although he'd played with Asmira's, now even larger, breasts only the night before, this was a new adventure.


That night, Asmira set the lamps in the bedroom and lowered the reed curtains. In the pale glow, Asmira got undressed as Jakob watched from the bed. Her brown skin glistened with Jasmin oil which she rubbed into herself daily. Her form was now swollen, with her rounded tummy and large breasts crowned with dark protruding nipples. Jakob thought she never looked more beautiful as she waddled around the bed and sat up next to him. He drew her face around and kissed her softly and lingeringly on the lips.


Her eyes twinkled with excitement, her face soft. As he left her lips they remained pouted. The mearest flicker of a contented smile lit up her dark features. Jakob kissed her again, harder and longer, and she responded with enthusiasm.


"Maybe the girl not come?" she suggested, breathing heavily.


"You're not tired tonight?" Jakob asked. Her lips flattened into a smile.


Jakob explored her softly with his fingertips. His hand wandered from her stiff, distended nipples and over the swell of her belly, delighting in her oily, smooth flesh. The girl was late and practically forgotten as he stroked her willing sex and Asmira slowly pulled on his hard cock. For 8 months he'd been fucking this woman, but tonight it felt like they were finally making love. As their mouths mashed together, they became aware of a soft tapping. Reluctantly they moved apart, irritated by the interuption.


"Master?" Yu called through the door, "she here!"


"Send her in then," replied Jakob while Asmira pulled a sheet over their nakedness.


Slowly the door opened to reveal the Chinese girl with Yu standing behind, urging her inside. He was talking quietly to her in Chinese.


"You needn't stay, Yu," he told his servant. Yu nodded and backed out, his face expressionless. The girl hovered by the door looking around her in fear and curiosity. "Come," beckoned Jakob, and she shuffled in the direction of the bed.


She was dressed in a plain cotton shirt and loose trousers. On her feet she wore sandals, her black hair was tied in two braids that hung down to her waist. She looked at the floor, the oil lamps made her skin look pale, almost white. She looked young, very young, Jakob thought. He reached out and cupped her chin, brought her face up to the light.


"A very pretty face," he told her. Her face screwed up slightly, she did not understand. "So?" he asked Asmira, "what is your first lesson?"


"Get your clothes off girl," Asmira told her, "come, like this," she demonstrated by pulling down the sheet to show she was naked. She nodded at the girl and motioned for her to get into the same state.


Sally, however, stayed motionless, she looked terrified.


"You stupid girl, come here!" Asmira demanded waving her to come to her side of the bed. Obediantly, the girl padded around the big bed. She was wary of Asmira.


"Be gentle with her," Jakob insisted, "she doesn't understand."


"Of course she does," Asmira replied irritated, "she's just pretending." 


Asmira pulled roughly at the buttons of the girl's shirt until she began to undo them on her own. Asmira pulled the garment from her shoulders and tossed it aside. She was naked underneath. Jakob looked over at her pale skinny body. She was almost fleshless, boney with a flat chest. There was only the hint of swell to her breasts, just a pair of brown nipples. To the girl, Asmira must look like an alien.


"She's a boy!" Asmira said in disgust.


"That's unkind," Jakob told her, "give her a few years..."


"C'mon, girl, take down your pants," ordered Asmira. Sally hesitated, although now realising what was expected of her. Her hands immediately moved to the cord of her trousers and held them in place. Impatiently, Asmira grabbed her hands and pulled them down to the girl's sides. She then roughly pulled the cord and allowed Sally's trousers to slide down to her feet. The Chinese girl was naked underneath. Flushing with embarrassment her hands flew to her sparse thatch of black hair. 


Her 'teacher' then directed her to go around to the other side of the bed. Jakob moved across to accomodate her. He watched her bottom as she shuffled, a prefectly formed, round, and very sexy little tail.


Cajoling, Asmira directed her to sit on the bed next to Jakob. Her eyes stared at her hands, still firmly clutched to her pussy.


"This is your master's body," she told the girl, slowly pulling the cover down. The girl, though, continued to stare at her hands. "Look!" Asmira insisted, and reached across to pull the girl's face towards them. "Open your eyes!"


Sally stared at Asmira's glistening, Rubinesque body. Slowly she lowered her eyes, running down the length of Jakob outstretched on the bed. His stiff cock had wilted a little and lay like a salami across his groin.


"You must touch," Asmira continued, taking her hand, "like this. Please your master." She guided Sally's hand over Jakob's chest, "see!"


Jakob put his arm around the pregnant Indian's shoulder and cupped her breast. He brought his other hand to her chin and bent to kiss her passionately.


"Yes, kiss," Asmira panted, "I must show her how to kiss." Her voice was soft and quiet. Jakob was unsure who she was really talking to. He resumed kissing her.


Jakob felt a hand caress his cock. Still fiercely kissing Asmira he was unable to tell whose hand it was. He shuffled in the bed, his back touched Sally's warm body. He felt her little teats rubbing him, it added to his excitement. Asmira was on her back, Jakob rolled half on top of her, his hands busy with her breasts and pussy. For the moment, Sally was forgotten.


"Wait!" gasped Asmira pushing him lightly in the chest, "I must instruct her."


"What? How?" Jakob asked.


"This," she explained and guided Jakob onto his back. Taking his cock, she stroked it for a little while before bending down to it. She popped it quickly in her mouth and sucked loudly to Jakob's exquisite pleasure. Holding his cock, Asmira pointed it towards Sally.


"Your turn," she told the girl, pulling her head down, "your tongue, like this," she demonstrated, "your mouth, see? Now you!"


Jakob closed his eyes and savoured the ministrations of the two women. He felt the tentative touch of the girl, the firm grip of Asmira, the warm moistness of a mouth, whose? He didn't care. A tongue licked the underside of the head firmly followed by the light exploratory touch of the girl, feathery, like the waft of the land breeze. He reached out with his hands and touched skin, the smooth expanse of Asmira's and the pert bubble of the Chinese girl. The first wriggled, the second clenched in surprise. As Asmira continued her lesson, Jakob stroked the two derrieres, sought down their clefts for their sex.


Asmira's pussy was scorching hot, soft, wet and very ready for his cock. Sally's inner thighs slammed shut around his fingers and tried to pull away. Jakob was achingly hard and ready to burst. He sat up and got to his knees behind behind the Indian.


"Now!" he croaked, and pushed into her, grabbing her thighs and pulling her back.


"Oohh," she gasped in surprise and pleasure. Sally rolled onto her side and watched with alarm as Jakob rapidly stroked into Asmira. Jakob grabbed and pulled Asmira's tits, smoothed his hands over her rounded belly. "Ahh, oh, oo," Asmira continued to moan lustfully and jabbed back with enthusiasm in time to Jakob's thrusts.


The slap slapping of the hard fuck resounded around the room accompanied by the grunting and moaning from the two experienced lovers. Sally lay wide-eyed on the bed beside them, bounced up and down with the heaving mattress. Asmira's cries rose in volume, she grabbed handfuls of bedcover, and gasped and moaned her way to a powerful orgasm. A few strokes later Jakob burst inside her, holding her arse tight to him, forcing his cock as deep as he could. Exhausted, he fell on top of her. Asmira dislodged him to the side, but allowed him to spoon her from behind, his hands firmly grasped around her tummy.


The girl spoke a few words in Cantonese, softly, concern in her voice. Jakob looked up and saw Sally brush the hair from Asmira's face. He felt Asmira smile at her reassuringly. She put a hand to the girl's cheek, bent and kissed her on the forehead. Sally beamed in pleasure at the small kindness and buried her head into Asmira chest. The Indian continued to softly stroke the back of her head like one would comfort a child. Jakob thought to himself Asmira would make an excellent nanny.


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He woke up sometime in the night. He wasn't sure how long, if at all, he'd been asleep. Asmira was in front of him peacefully snoring. His arm was casually draped over her, his dick nestled into the cleft of her bottom. Behind him he became aware of another body. It took him a few minutes to realise that Asmira and he were not alone, had not been alone all evening.


Jakob turned his head and saw that Sally had her back to him. Her legs were tucked up in front of her, fetal fashion. He wriggled onto his back in the close press of the two women. Asmira's soft bulk on one side, the boney Chinese girl on the other.


He was erect, had woken up in that condition. His mind swam with memories of his union with Asmira earlier that night, their volcanic passion while Sally watched in fear, understanding little. He wanted relief, but Asmira slept like a log, out cold with exhaustion. Ordinarily he'd use his own hand, but tonight he had other options.


Turning towards Sally, he began to stroke her, first over her back and then roaming to her front and the little bumps of her breasts. He squeezed her nipples between thumb and forefinger. They responded quickly, becoming as hard as rivets.


He pushed a hand between her knees and abdomen, working it carefully between her thighs to the first prickly hairs of the girl's pussy. He couldn't work his hand any lower, her thighs were firmly closed to him.


Her breathing quickened, Jakob sensed she was awake and called softly. Eventually she turned her head to him, her eyes open, her expression questioning. Jakob kissed her, opened mouthed and fully on her lips. He teased her lips apart with his tongue and was rewarded when she recieved him. He lingered with his mouth on hers, nibbling and sucking her lips, and working her mouth firmly with his. He drew her onto her back, her legs straightened, the thighs, however, remained shut.


From her lips, his mouth travelled via her neck to her chest, where he sucked each nipple in turn. His hand stroked her flat tummy, her flank and underneath her cute bottom. 


He looked into her face. Her eyes were glassy as if not fully awake. Her lips were parted slightly from the kissing, she breathed noisily in gulps. He pushed his hand firmly and insistently between her legs. Eventually, slowly he made progress. He continued to caress her until her thighs relaxed and at last his fingers felt her moist gash. 


Sally's eyes flickered, her breathing quickened still. Jakob moved in and kissed her more, she responded, open-mouthed. A soft moan escaped her as Jakob stroked with his finger. Jakob moved his knee, pushing her legs further apart. His hard cock pressed into her thigh. Taking her hand, he pushed in onto his member. She curled her hand around it and began to stroke as Asmira had taught her.


Sally bent forward, stopped, and looked at him questioningly. Uncertainly she moved towards his penis. Jakob sucked in his breath in anticipation. He loved the feeling of a mouth on his cock. Tentatively, she flicked her tongue over the head, nibbled the underside, before moving her mouth over the bulb. Slowly she pumped her mouth over about a third of the length, sucking loudly. Her hand gripped tighter, having studied Asmira's technique. Clearly the girl was a fast and intelligent learner.


Jakob rolled between the girl's thighs and lowered his weight carefully on top of her. The top of her head barely made it to his chin. His cock lay along her crack, she bent her knees in the air and opened them wider. Her face, though, was frozen in fear and uncertainty. Jakob cradled her head and slowly moved his cock over her pussy. He listened to her breathing, rasping, noisy and hot into his chest. She made a little noise in her throat, a sort or squeak or sigh. Jakob grabbed her arse cheeks, supporting himself with his knees. He guided her against him until he attained a kind of rhythm.


All this time, Sally had co-operated with him, albeit with doubt clouding her features. She had at least accepted her position in the household, if perhaps not exactly enjoying it. Nevertheless, she was determined to perform her duties to Jakob's satisfaction. The alternative would be to be sent back to her family, with all the shame that would bring.


And Jakob felt she was responding with a little bit of her own pleasure. As he 'dry humped' her, her breathing continued to rasp in her throat. Occasionally he heard a low moan. She pushed herself up to meet him until at last he spat onto her tummy. He cuddled her as her breathing returned to normal. After a while, she resumed her sleep position, knees up with her back to him.


No, to Jakob, it didn't feel like the exchange of passion that he felt occurred when he'd had Asmira that evening. Nevertheless he'd enjoyed the girls body, immature as it was. He looked forward to watching her develop.


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Every weekend, Jakob visited Katalin at the Governor's mansion. They'd take a walk in the garden and she'd tell him of the latest plans for the wedding. He nodded, hoped he'd made the right response when she paused, but otherwise was not really listening. The Governor was right, Katalin had an infinite capacity for chatter. The more excited she was, the more she chattered. Jakob wondered whether he'd made the right decision, but it was far too awkward to back out of the arrangement. He thought of the Colony's Auditor of Accounts and tried to nod convincingly. Old Westermann had him by the balls and he knew it.


"Do you love me?" she suddenly asked.


Jakob stood as if transfixed. Now there was a question that he'd never considered.


"Why do you ask?" he hedged, searching for a suitable, and convincing response.


"You've never told me," she replied in her clipped German accent. Seeing Jakob hesitate she said, "it's dad, isn't it? He talked you into it."


Jakob sighed. He didn't feel like lying to her. He nodded slowly, watching her face for a reaction.


"I'll be good to you," she told him, almost plaintively, "give me a chance?"


"Sure," he replied, "but tell me? Why do you want to marry me? I'm twelve years older, there must be other boys more your age..."


"Who?" she asked, defiantly, "a native? Or maybe a Chinaman?"


Jakob shrugged. So it was process of elimination, a balance of negatives? 


"You could return to Germany?" he suggested.


"To what?" she asked, "we'd be nothing back home. Here we are the Royal family, in Germany we would be nothing but civil servants," she explained with disgust. "You know?" she continued quietly, looking back towards the house, "I'm not ignorant, I know what men like."


"You do?" Jakob replied, suddenly interested.


She turned to face him, an 'all knowing' smile flashed across her pretty, pale face.


"Come behind the Acacia," Katalin whispered, conspirationally. Jakob followed her behind the flowering tree. Katalin grinned, leaned against the trunk of the tree and again looked to see if anyone was about. She held out her arms and mouthed, "kiss me!"


Jakob moved to her, her arms encircled his back, and pressed his mouth to hers. She opened and sucked him in, moving sensuously against him with her body.


"How was that?" she asked, her face flushed with excitement. Jakob smacked his lips together and said,


"Tasty!" She smiled with delight. Still with her arms around his neck, she asked him if she was pretty.


"More beautiful than the flowers on this tree," he told her.


"More beautiful than that Indian maid of yours?" she asked.


"Now why ask that?" Jakob asked. One of her hands drifted over his chest, curling between the buttons, and stroking his skin underneath with the back of her hand.


"Because I know you're the Father of her child," she told him, almost petulantly, "I know she sleeps with you... and you and her..."


"How do you know?" Jakob asked.


"I hear talking... I'm not stupid! I... I can do those things..."


"What things?" he teased.


"Things men and women do," she replied, her face flushing red.


"Oh, and what would they be? Discuss the dinner menu? Make decisions about what colour roses..."


"You're teasing me," she interrupted, "you know what I mean!"


"Oh that!" he smiled, "and what would you know of it?" He bent and kissed her. Her mouth moved with more enthusiasm than technique but was nevertheless pleasant. Jakob felt her hand slide down from his chest. It came to rest at his groin where she began to grope him. Jakob hummed into her mouth with pleasure. He felt himself stiffen. Katalin ran her palm along his length while sliding her sweet young body against him like a cat.


Jakob's hands felt for the swell of her little bottom and explored her with his fingertips. He drew her into him, and they ground their crotches together until Jakob was good and hard.


Just then, they became aware of a voice calling them. It was the Governor from the limed walkway leading down from the house. Katalin pushed Jakob away and adjusted herself before replying. They went out to meet Westermann, looking like two thieves caught in the act.


Westermann chose to ignore their disarray and instead announced that tea was waiting. He gave Jakob a wink and led them back to the house.


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Jakob began to look forward with anticipation to the wedding following the little session with Katalin in their garden. The date was to be February next year, 1908. Meanwhile, Jakob became a Father. 'Laila' was born in November 1907. 'Laila' means 'love' in Tamil, Jakob thought it appropriate. On the birth certificate the Father was recorded as 'Jakob Herzberg.' People assumed the name was made up, not an uncommon practice for children born out of wedlock.


He knew he was taking a big risk. A risk he was willing to bear. 'Jakob Herzberg' had officially gone down with the Borodino in the straits of Tsushima. Jakob hoped no-one would be looking for him.


He was proud of his first born and visited her every day. Asmira seemed pleased, especially when Jakob promised to look after the child financially. He found himself planning her education, even to the point of choosing a University. 


"But she can't even walk yet!" Asmira had laughingly protested.


"My daughter will not go into service," he insisted. Asmira indulged his fantasies without really believing he would stick to his word.


It was unusual for girls to be educated beyond a secondary or 'finishing school.' For a mixed race girl to be educated at a prestigious University was impossible. Asmira assumed Jakob was merely flushed with the joy of Fatherhood. Jakob, however, was deadly serious.


Asmira and Leila were attended by Sally, or Qing Li. Qing Li nursed, dressed and fussed over the baby as if she was her own. Asmira told Jakob Qing was a natural Mother. She talked and crooned to the little girl in Cantonese and Jakob had commented Laila would be speaking Chinese before any other language.


"Chinese, Tamil, Russian, English and German," he'd told Asmira, " Laila will speak all of them before she's two." Asmira had looked wide-eyed in horror.


"But she must play children's games too," she told him.


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Qing Li attended Jakob every night. Asmira slept in her quarters while she was nursing Laila. She was growing in confidence in pleasing her master although, as yet, Jakob hadn't taken her virginity. She still seemed so young, so innocent.


She seemed to be eager to please, determined to be willing in her duties. The household staff had taught her some basic words in English. She was understanding Jakob's wishes more and more.


As always, Jakob liked to watch her undress. Good food had filled her out a little, added some curves to her angular body. However, only her peach of a bottom and little pussy set her body apart from a boy's.


Each night she'd suck Jakob's cock with developing skill. Sometimes he would return the favour with his tongue. She'd spread her thighs and give access to Jakob's fingers. Most often Jakob would finish by 'dry humping' her while she clung to him and pushed her arse back. Small gasps and moans told Jakob she was enjoying at least part of her duties. Afterwards she cuddled contentedly in his arms until she fell asleep.


Katalin and he were being allowed more and more time together unchaperoned. Now that arrangements were being finalised for the wedding, their 'attendant' was leaving them alone more often. They would often go for weeks along the beach hand in hand, although the conversation was still often one-sided.


Jakob took the opportunity to explore his fiancee more intimately. One afternoon they had out-distanced the chaperone who had, no doubt, tired of the hot sun and found a palm tree under which to sit. Katalin allowed herself to be guided off the beach to a secluded spot among the dense bush bordering the coastal road. They'd brought a blanket and a picnic hamper. Spreading the blanket on the ground, they toasted each other over a glass of champagne.


Pretty soon Katalin looked a little flushed in the cheeks from the effects of the heat and alcohol. She lay on her back and Jakob soon joined her. They kissed for a while, growing in passion. She accepted his tongue, stroked the back of his head while Jakob caressed her young body.


She wore a white summer dress, cut low, but modestly. Around her neck was a silk scarf which was quickly discarded. Jakob kissed the patch of exposed skin below her neck down to the line of her dress. He wanted to suck a real breast again, even Katalin's apple sized ones. Qing's was not even a mouthful and Asmira's were being used by Laila.


He worked the top button of her dress undone and, sensing no objection, continued on to the second. More and more of her pale skin appeared, Jakob smothered it in kisses. The third button elicited a sigh, but no objection either. After the fourth, Jakob unwrapped her chest like a valuable gift, and caught his breath at the sight of her perfectly shaped cones.


Weakly, Katalin tried to close the halves of her dress, but it was only a gesture. Her nipples were red and engorged and stood a good inch out from her white breasts. She was breathing like a locomotive, mouth open, her exhales were like sighs.


Jakob deliberately placed his knee between her thighs, they inched apart. His mouth sucked in first one breast then the other. Katalin moaned, her hand drifted to the back of his head and pinned him there. Pressing between her legs, Jakob felt the heat from her despite the warm day. Slowly she began to grind against him.


"I think of you every night," she gasped, "like this!"


"Really?" he murmured into her skin.


"Yes! My body itches, uh!"


"Itches?" Jakob asked.


"Yes... kind of... oh. A good itch... uh, exciting!"


Jakob inched his hand up her dress. He felt smooth leg, thigh and silk panties.


"Yes, touch me there!" she breathed.


Her body heaved, it snaked with lust. Her arms tightened around the small of his back, pinning him down hard on top of her body. His hand was trapped against her burning, silk-covered pussy. Jakob wriggled his finger, pushing the fabric into her crack.


"Ohhh," she moaned, "rub me!" she whispered, urgently. Katalin moaned loudly, grabbed a handful of Jakob's shirt, her nail scratched his back. Jakob, stiff and hard, longed for release. He undid the flap of his trousers and pulled himself out. Catching Katalin's hand, he pushed it down onto his cock. Her hand enclosed him, she looked enquiringly at him then down to what she was holding.


"Oh!" she said in surprise, "it's..." her voice faded.


Jakob's finger continued to probe and work her soft mound. She ground against him faster and faster, moaning and gasping with increasing intensity. Her body stiffened with her orgasm, her hand squeezed his cock so hard Jakob yelped in pain. Tears stained her face as she clung to him, overcome with passion.


Later, as they made their way back to the beach Jakob had to support her. Katalin leaned against him in affection, believing herself in love. Jakob felt smug to the point of arrogance. He was beginning to feel that only good fortune stalked him.


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In December 1907, Jakob's company, South Pacific Trading, opened a store in the Kingdom of Tonga. A week later, he commissioned two agents, one in Australia and one in New Zealand. They would act as buyers and seek out new business for Jakob in those more populous countries. His accountant told him his market share was approaching 70%, his personal worth now more than a million Marks.


At this time, the world had an insatiable appetite for the raw materials the colonies of the various empires were providing. That meant that the owners of the estates and mines, almost exclusively white, developed an insatiable appetite for the luxuries that Jakob provided.


Samoa was regarded by the German Imperialists as the jewel in the crown. Her other colonies in that part of the world were either unproductive or unpleasantly hot. The German Empire in the Pacific or Indian oceans consisted of Western Samoa, Eastern New Guinea (Papua) the Caroline Islands and the Bismarck Archipelago. But it was to Samoa that the cruise ships went and the artists, adventurers, and others bored with Europe, flocked. Yachts visited, rich industrialists skin-dived or lay on the sands like beached whales. Jakob's till rang and he opened a currency exchange next door.


New year 1908, his world seemed like it would go on forever.


KATZMAREK(C)