This story is intended for the enjoyment of adults over the age of 18 or whatever the legal age is in your part of the universe. It contains fantasy scenes of graphic sexual activity.   Please, if you are under the age of 18, or if you Mickey be offended by such material, use your intelligence and read no further - delete the file.  Otherwise ....enjoy!  

The HJO Company 3:The Resort

by Nessus

HJ 





The chairman was delighted and beaming when I announced to the board that due diligence was completed, the deal had been done and all parties had signed on the bottom line. There was applause, shouts of congratulations and many slaps on the back but I was numb with exhaustion.

“Great job, Michael,” the Chairman beamed. “Terrific job but you look like shit.”

“I guess it’s all caught up with me, Ben.”

“You need a break. I’ll take care of it.”

“No, there are things I still have to do to tidy up the contract,” I protested as I stared out at the New York skyline.

“I’ll take care of it, Michael,” he said firmly. “No arguments.” The next day, he called me to his huge corner office and, with a flourish, he handed a travel wallet with itinerary and tickets.

“I’m sure I will enjoy myself,” I mumbled, staring at the plane tickets, wondering what I was going to do at an exclusive resort while there was work to be done in New York.

“I know you will,” he said, winking at me and I wondered exactly what he’d arranged.

So  I found myself in First Class seats flying to a resort with strict instructions to enjoy myself. The staff at the resort treated me like arriving royalty, my room had a great view of the ocean and I went down to the bar feeling very refreshed after a swim, a nap and a shower.

A small combo was playing reggae rhythms in the corner while waiters produced tall cocktails and beaming smiles. After one cocktail I started feeling very relaxed when I spotted a stunning woman at the bar. She wore a form fitting white dress that accentuated her dark skin and large breasts. Suddenly, she glanced towards me, catching me staring at her fluid ass in that tight dress and I weakly smiled in slight embarrassment. To my relief and surprise, she smiled warmly at me, her white teeth glowing against her skin and, fuelled by the cocktail, I smiled back as she slid into a booth.

When I received a dazzling smile in return, I seized my glass and stood next to her before I chickened out. “Can I sit here?” I asked nervously, wondering what the hell I was doing, as I never pick up women in bars.

“I was hoping you would,” she said coyly in a wonderful lilting Jamaican accent.

I gestured at her glass. “Can I get you another drink?” I asked as I slid into the booth next to her. Her thick musky perfume was exotic and swirled around me.

“Thank you,” she smiled and I felt her leg press up against mine as the waiter placed two more drinks on the table.

“I’m Michael,” I said, my cock starting to swell as I felt her warmth against me. With a shock, I realised I hadn’t had a sexual thought for all the time I had been wrapped up in the contract negotiations. Now, my dormant cock was alive again.

“Hello Michael,” she said, her husky voice sending shivers down my spine and straight to my hard cock. “I’m called Dove.”

“A lovely name,” I croaked, sipping my cocktail, trying not to look at the swelling mounds of her breasts as they nestled in the low top of her white dress while my cock throbbed

“Thank you,” she smiled, and I felt her hand rest on my thigh under the table, inches from my straining cock. “You’re a lovely man,” she whispered and, to my surprise, moved even closer so her body was pressed firmly against my leg. All around us tourists sat at tables and at the bar talking and drinking while the band played sensually. “Can I ask you something, Michael?” she said in that husky voice that caused my cock to throb.

“Sure,” I mumbled, overwhelmed by her exotic presence.

“Is your cock hard?”

My jaw dropped. “What?” I gasped.

Dove smiled and moved her lips closer so she could whisper in my ear. “I said, is your cock hard? I’m thinking it is.”

My face flushed and I sipped the drink while my heart pounded wildly. “Yes,” I murmured at last.

“Yes?” she raised an elegant eyebrow.

“It’s hard,” I whispered, looking around the room, wondering if anyone could hear.

“No one can hear, Michael,” she said, reading my thoughts. “We’re just two people sitting in a booth enjoying a drink.” She sipped her drink as if to emphasis her point. “Show me,” she said.

“Huh?’ I was stunned and, in retrospect I wish I could have devised a more witty response but that was all I could muster.

“Show me your hard cock,” she said in a matter of fact voice. “The table cloth will cover it.”

“Are you serious?”

Dove looked directly at me, her eyes twinkling. “Deadly serious, man. Show me your lovely stiff white cock.” Those words from her full lips caused my cock to pound and I gasped for breath. Suddenly, I felt her fingers run along the length of my cock through my pants and find the zipper. She smiled teasingly at me as she slowly slid the zipper down. “Open it up and take it out,” she said and, hypnotised by her voice, her perfume and her physical presence, I undid my pants and shorts so my cock stood free under the table.

A waiter materialised at the booth. “Will you be dinning with us?” he smiled down at us as, unseen by him, Dove’s fingers encircled my cock.

Dove smiled at me as her fingers slid up and down my cock. “Do you want to eat here, Michael? The food is fine, man.”

I nodded desperately at the waiter, willing him to disappear. “Don’t,” I gasped as soon as he left.

“Ok,” she said simply, her fingers vanished and I tried top regain my breath as the waiter returned with menus and to set the table with cutlery and napkins. I stared at the menu as my heart pounded, my hands shook as I sat there in the crowded bar with my cock standing out of pants under the table. When the waiter returned, I ordered steak and wondered when my cock would subside so I could put it back into my pants. We sat in silence for sometime but my cock was still hard and pulsing. I had never felt this sudden rush of arousal before. Dove sat beside me as if waiting for something and I looked out the floor to ceiling windows at the palm trees swaying against a darkening sky.

Dove sipped her drink and suddenly spoke. “Didn’t  you like it?”

“What?” I croaked, startled.

“My hand on your cock,” she smiled sweetly at me, her big brown eyes watching me.

“Yes, I mean, no,” I stuttered, not sure what I meant but my cock quivered.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” she smiled and I jumped a little as I felt her warm hand encircle my cock. “I’ll just hold it for a while. Like this,” she whispered and she gently squeezed my cock and I shuddered. We sat like that for a few moments, her warm hand holding my pulsing cock under the table while sweat started to trickle down my face. “Man,” she said in that husky voice. “I can’t resist,” and her hand started its slow stroking movement.

Panicking, I glanced around the busy bar. “Don’t,” I croaked.

“No one can see, man,” she laughed softly as her hand slid up and down my slick cock. “Don’t you like it?”

“Yes,” I groaned. “I like it but this is so risky.”

“You have to live life, darling man,” she giggled as her hand started to move slightly faster. This woman was an expert and my breathing was ragged.

“Dove,” I whispered hoarsely. “Please stop.”

“Are you about to spurt?” she asked innocently. I nodded frantically and she smiled calmly. “I’ll just take this napkin,” she said, picking up the napkin from the table with her other hand as the hand caressing my cock relentlessly continued.  “And I’ll hold it under here,” she said, holding the napkin under the table under my cock.

It was too much for me, the wanton wickedness of the situation pushed me over the edge and I grunted as I spurted into the napkin as Dove’s expert hand thoroughly milked me. She wiped my cock, bundled the soiled napkin into a tight ball and dropped it under the booth.

“Ah,’ she said calmly, “here comes our steaks.” I attempted to regain my composure as the waiter placed the steaks in front of us. “Excuse me,” Dove said to the waiter. “I don’t seem to have a napkin.”

“Sorry madam,” he said, quickly returned with one and laid it across Doves lap. Dove winked at me and I surreptitiously adjusted my pants.

“Thank you,” I said quietly to her after the waiter had left.

“Not at all, man. You seemed to need it to wake you up to this beautiful life,” she said, gesturing at the magnificent surroundings and, for the first time in a long time, I realised how wonderful life was.  “Let’s enjoy this wonderful food so we can move onto a very special dessert.” She winked at me. 

I found myself laughing loudly, head back, as I realised that for the first time I had forgotten about that damn contract. This vacation was going to be great and I didn’t care if Ben had arranged for Dove as I intended to enjoy every moment, especially the ‘special’ dessert.  Dove was absolutely right; life was beautiful! 

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