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  “Gentlemen, your hostess has an available palm. Hurry while the cream is soft and fluffy.” It was Michael’s voice. Ugh! She stiffened at the sound of it.

  “Where’s Louis?” Her voice was gritty with annoyance. The audacity of that smug eunuch to invite someone to stick his cock inside her hand. She was extremely satisfied with the dick she was presently holding, convinced that it was the same cock that had rubbed against her hip before dessert was served. If her wrists were free, she’d gladly offer both for the monstrously large cock to use as a fuck-sleeve.

  Suddenly, a coarse beard scraped against her inner thigh. “Oh!” she murmured. The rough texture insinuated vulgar, raunchy sex. The warmth of his breath as his lips drew near her cunt made her heart race. “Oh, yes,” she uttered, her voice raspy with desire. “Please take that pastry out of my cunt,” she pleaded, inching her buttocks upward.

  The bearded man ignored her. He bit into the cupcake and began chewing. His rough beard bristled against her soft flesh, stoking her embers of desire. His jaw line pulsed against her shaved mons, notching up her burning need from embers to a raging fire.

  The people around her buzzed with excitement. Some chanted, “Hurry! Enough already! Give that cunt some hard cock!”

  Encouraging the slow-eating, bearded man to heed the good advice, Yoyin anxiously pushed her groin as close to his mouth as the ropes would allow. Caught in the frenzy, she shouted, “Eat the fucking cake!”

  But the bearded man chewed and munched at a leisurely pace, his tongue darting, meticulously gathering crumbs. For added sweetness, his tongue scraped against Yoyin’s icing-covered labia and then sipped the moisture beads that seeped from her aroused slit.

  Two sets of lips puckered around each tightly beaded nipple, a swollen dick pumped and shoved inside her curled fist, and the bearded man was crouched between her legs, munching cake. Flooded with multiple sensations, Yoyin lifted her ass, jutted out her groin trying to connect her heated flesh with his lips. The bearded man, content with eating cake, ignored her offer to munch on cunt. Frustrated, Yoyin was close to screaming for the authorities. The sex den deserved to be raided and shut down.

  The two women, sufficiently aroused, abandoned Yoyin’s breasts and were now taking turns, giving each other head. Yoyin knew what they were doing because the guests went wild, cheering the women on, and even giving blow-by-blow descriptions.

  “Look at that blonde go…that redhead’s cunt sure must be tasty; the blonde is gobbling it like she can’t get enough.”

  Stirred by the crowd, the dick in Yoyin’s hand began to thump and then squirted a voluminous load of fluid. Yoyin yelped in disgust. Fixated on the horror of having a sticky glob of cum in her hand, she hadn’t realized that the bearded man had finally finished his dessert. Suddenly distracted by a tingling between her legs, she gritted her teeth in ecstasy as he slowly, deliberately, pulled the paper lining out of her hot cunt.

  “Take off the blindfold,” Yoyin insisted and Michael did as he was told.

  Her astonished eyes couldn’t believe what they saw. The man who she fully expected to fuck her hard and long, was being pulled away from Yoyin’s crotch by a woman with red lipstick smeared around her mouth. The woman with her smeared lips looked like a whore who sucked one too many dicks. Unfortunately, the bearded man found her appealing. The woman lifted her Versace dress, revealing the round of her hips, all the while moving backward and tugging the man along until she backed into a wall.

  Yoyin had a clear visual of the bearded man now. He was a hideous sight with his scraggly beard, but his pompous saunter indicated that he was totally pleased with himself. Slowly, sensually, he unzipped his pants and presented a substantially sized appendage. Ah! So that was the reason for his high opinion of himself.

  Smeared-Face used the wall for support, lifted a perfectly shaped leg, pulled off her thong and kicked it out of the way. She wrapped her leg around the bearded man’s waist, rotating her hips as she invited him to a slow screw against the wall. Yoyin couldn’t tear her eyes away. The man tested the moisture between her slit with the head of his dick and then rubbed its knob up and down. The woman’s pussy was juicy and succulent—gaping and greedily poised for entry.

  Everyone except Yoyin was having a bawdy, good time. The scene had totally gotten out of hand. The guests were indulging their own carnal urges, instead of catering to Yoyin.

  Someone needed to take charge and get these sordid people in line.

  “Michael.” No answer. Her eyes scanned the fornicators who were in her direct line of vision.

  “Michael!” Yoyin shouted. But Michael did not make his presence known. He and his sidekick, Greg, had no doubt joined in the orgy—fake dicks and all, she thought with a snort.

  “Chef!” she yelled. No reply. “Louis!” she yelled through clenched teeth, her patience waning. Still, no response. Where did they all go? She had a long list of complaints—strongly worded criticism about the way the erotic feast had turned out. Someone in authority needed to be on hand to bring order to the chaos. These wanton diners needed to be reined in and veered back to Yoyin’s direction. They’d all been sufficiently fed, and it was her turn to get some attention—time for the diners to cater to her every deviant desire.

  She gawked at the debauchery taking place right before her very eyes. The entire dinner party was engaged in one form or another of vulgar, deviant sex. The room was a shambles, with a few chairs overturned, articles of clothing strewn about the floor. Naked and half-naked guests copulated in corners; a naked woman sat astride a man whose pants gathered at his ankles. She rode his cock with wild abandon, screaming, “Fuck me the way you fuck your slut, you cheating bastard!” The man responded by digging his nails into her pink buttocks pulling her closer as he drove himself inside her, grunting and shuddering like he was going into cardiac arrest.

  It was an exercise in vulgarity. And Yoyin was deprived of physical and sexual contact. She wanted more than anything to be an active participant—not an unwitting voyeur. Involuntary shivers rushed through her naked body. Her nipples tightened to hard knots, her pussy sobbed with yearning. And then her eyes beheld a glorious sight. An engorged dick was coming her way. The dick had to be the largest among the group. And that big dick had become bored with the lipstick lady. Still glistening with the shine of the lipstick lady’s juices, the swollen dick grew closer.

  Giddy with the notion that the big cock would soon be burrowed inside the confines of her drooling cunt, a trace of a smile played at the corners of Yoyin’s lips.

  Suddenly, the bearded man stopped, mid stride. He turned and looked down. Smiling, he spoke softly to someone out of Yoyin’s visual range. Bending at the waist, he obligingly guided his gleaming tool downward. Yoyin’s eyes followed his dick and bulged in amazement when her sight settled on a nude man, down on all fours.

  The man’s face came into focus when he rose to a kneeling position. He stroked the big penis before drawing it inside his mouth. Greedily, he sucked the thrusts of thickness that pressed in and out of his mouth. He sucked until a gush of ejaculation sprayed inside his mouth.

  Yoyin felt a hot flush of jealousy and could feel a full-fledged tantrum coming on. She’d fulfilled her part of the stupid bargain; now it was time to receive some sexual compensation. She’d been deceived, she concluded, and she didn’t like it one bit.

  Louis appeared as if on cue. “How are you feeling? Are you okay?” Joined by the kitchen staff, Louis surveyed Yoyin with concern in his eyes. The rest of the staff went about their tasks, quietly and efficiently cleaning up the leftovers on the silver tray. The scraps—a mingling of crumbs, creams, and chocolate and fruit fillings bore little resemblance to the former artful elegance that had surrounded Yoyin at the beginning of dessert. Her naked body, now smeared with a variety of colorful gook, was a pitiful sight.

  “No! I’m not all right. Unbind me and then order a private jet. I want to leave immediately. And don’t try to persuade me, otherwise. I’ve
had enough of your trickery.”

  “Of course, madam.” Louis immediately began to unclamp Yoyin’s wrists, ankles, and finally the neck brace, allowing her full view of the goings on around her. Finally able to get the total view of her surroundings, her eyes traveled the large dining room, taking in the disarray of carelessly flung garments, furnishings askew, and her guests, who were all naked now, their pubic hair presented in a rainbow of hues.

  The man with the largest dick in the room was busy working on himself. With a foot placed on the back of a woman positioned on the floor and being utilized as his human foot stool, he stroked himself until his member was brought back to a full erection. Amazing, considering that it had ejaculated twice and in quick succession, Yoyin thought. Awe quickly turned to envy as she realized that the woman beneath the man’s foot would soon receive the mighty pounding that her own hot cunt yearned.

  The room was full of activity with guests copulating in every imaginable position. Despite her anger, her body reacted to the wanton sex show. Strangers coupling in varied positions. It was a fuckfest unlike anything she’d ever seen.

  Placating her, Louis applied soothing strokes to her neck. “We can arrange a flight first thing in the morning.”

  “Tonight!”

  “As you wish. However, I must advise you that Mr. Merrick would like to reward you for the show of discipline you displayed. He’s arranged a little surprise for madam.”

  A hint of interest flickered in her eyes, but her mouth remained pursed in disapproval. “What type of surprise?”

  “Something of a sensual nature.”

  “I’m not in the mood for any more surprises. I should have never agreed to come to this bloody island. That meal was a disaster.”

  “I beg to differ.” He gestured with his hand. “Look at your guests.”

  Yoyin cast a glance at the lewd exhibit of lustful bodies sweating and grunting in sexual rapture. Though the display of debauchery was impressive, indeed, she resented being ignored.

  “Your beauty…your willingness to allow your body to be a vessel to feed others has inspired this highly charged atmosphere. Your guests all consider themselves to be sexually repressed.”

  Yoyin raised a dubious brow, then flicked a glance about the dining room. Naked bodies intertwined and bucked furiously. The sounds of sweaty flesh slapping together echoed throughout the room.

  Louis nodded. “Yes, you stirred them to relinquish their sexual inhibitions and engage in this group ménage.”

  Hmm. Yoyin gave a slight smile and then quickly erased the pleasant look from her face as she scowled at the congealed confections that covered her arms and the rest of her body.

  “We’ll have you cleaned up in no time,” Louis assured her. “Will you accept the reward?”

  She shrugged. “I don’t know. I don’t like being in the midst of sexual gymnastics if I’m not an active participant.”

  “You were the center of attention,” he reminded her.

  She sucked her teeth. “If I agree to stay, you have to assure me, there’ll be no more tricks,” she said in irritation.

  “Indeed not. No tricks,” Louis assured her.

  “And get rid of Michael and Greg. I don’t want those smug eunuchs working for me in any capacity.”

  “As you wish,” Louis replied. “Now, does madam accept the reward?” he repeated.

  Her spirits improved drastically. Denoting her agreement, Yoyin exhaled audibly.

  CHAPTER 8

  Inside her personal quarters, two island women, Kina and Palila—replacements for Michael and Greg—bathed her, washed her hair, and brushed it to a glistening shine. Yoyin sat on the side of the bed as Palila knelt and applied a sweet-smelling cream to her feet and legs. Kina applied the same potion to her back, arms, and breasts. The two women, petite and strikingly beautiful, had delicate facial features and warm, dark-brown eyes.

  They were barefoot and dressed in short sarongs, their tummies bare and only a tiny piece of fabric covering their pert breasts Their beautiful tiny waistlines, whittled from years of hula dancing, Yoyin suspected, looked to be about twenty inches, maybe less. Both women were blessed with heavy blankets of midnight-black hair that trailed down their backs to their tailbones.

  On closer inspection, Kina and Palila looked like female replicas of Michael and Greg. Were all the inhabitants of Ka-le’a flawlessly beautiful? Yoyin wondered curiously, her eyebrows crinkled in concentration.

  Palila held up a silk, floral-print nightgown for Yoyin’s approval. Yoyin wrinkled her nose. The exotic beauty opened a bureau drawer in search of more suitable evening wear.

  Yoyin waved her hand. “Don’t bother. I prefer nudity. There’ll be no silk barriers between me and my lover.” She shook her head adamantly. “No pretenses of romance. I’ll greet him with my legs outstretched and my cunt open, wet and willing to be ravished.”

  Without batting an eye, Palila gave a gracious nod. “As you wish, madam.”

  Meanwhile, Kina glided over to a vase of flowers and took one from the bouquet. She separated the brilliant red flower from the stem. “This is for your hair. You’ll look lovely.”

  Yoyin recoiled. “Don’t put that ridiculous flower in my hair!”

  “It’s tradition,” Palila added, her pretty face alit with a sweet smile.

  “Do you think I give a bloody hell about your primitive customs? I’ve had enough of your stupid mores and norms. I’m furious that I was conned into believing that hellish banquet was held in my honor. I was humiliated beyond belief. They treated me—” She paused and poked herself in the chest. “I’m the second in line to the Stafford tea fortune, yet I was regarded as if I had no more value than…garnish on a tray.” She paused for a beat and looked toward the ceiling. “I was treated with the same consideration given a bloody sprig of parsley.” Yoyin took in a heated burst of air. “Now, listen…” She pointed menacingly at the two women. “I’ve been fucking around on this island since early afternoon. That damned hibiscus is the last thing I care about. I want what Merrick promised—a fuck session with a big brute, someone hung like a stallion.”

  “He’ll be arriving shortly.” A mysterious twinkle filled Kina’s eyes.

  “Good! Now, I want to make myself abundantly clear. I don’t want to talk to either of you—or my fuck partner. No verbal pleasantries and no adornments.” Resolute, she folded her arms over her pert breasts.

  Undeterred, Kina attached a hairpin to the flower. “Here in Ka-le’a, the hibiscus is known as pua aloalo. The flower has many properties, madam. You may find it interesting to know that it endows the wearer with enhanced feminine essence and allows you to reach unimaginable sexual heights.”

  Yoyin considered Kina’s words. “Hmm. Sounds tempting. But I’m certain someone already made that promise while I was forced to lie inert on that hard, cold silver platter.”

  Kina and Palila stroked Yoyin’s hair comfortingly. “Wearing this flower during the act of passion will produce the most intense orgasm you’ve ever experienced.”

  Yoyin sucked her teeth. “Very well.” She unfolded her arms. “If you must be so bloody persistent, then go ahead and pin it on my hair.”

  Kina upswept one side of Yoyin’s silken honey hair and attached the red flower.

  “On second thought, there is something I’d like to wear. You!” She pointed to Palila. “You! Go and look inside my wardrobe. Get my gold, Gucci fuck-me-shoes.”

  Palila bowed her head graciously and daintily padded toward the wardrobe.

  Kina stood back and admired the pua aloalo. “There is one condition, madam.”

  Exasperated, Yoyin sighed heavily. “What now!”

  “Mr. Merrick has requested that you wear a blindfold.”

  “I’ve done that already. I refuse.”

  Kina parted her lips to speak, but Yoyin held up a hand. “The subject is not open for discussion. Merrick should mind his business. He’s such a bloody control freak. Why’s he so mysterious? I wish h
e’d pop over so I can tell him to his face that he’s a bloody louse. Get him on the phone and tell him that Yoyin Ayikade said to fuck off, go to hell, and kiss my ass!” Angrily, she shook the flower loose from her hair.

  “The blindfold must be in place.” Kina pressed her small lips together determinedly. Her brilliant laughing eyes became hard and devoid of their former sparkle. “If you wish to leave this island, sexually deprived, your transportation will be arranged at once.” There was finality in Kina’s tone that Yoyin found unsettling.

  “Oh, all right, I’ll stay,” Yoyin said. “But you don’t have to be so pushy.”

  With the flower readjusted in her hair, Yoyin stood out on the balcony flanked by the two female assistants. Waiting for the arrival of her stud, Yoyin looked down at the tropical foliage and the unending stretch of pure white sand and begrudgingly admitted to herself that Ka-le’a was remarkably beautiful.

  The three women waited in silence, listening to the sounds of the crashing ocean and the active sea birds that sang nocturnal mating calls. Washed in moonlight, she stood naked with a flower in her hair and a pair of Gucci heels on her feet. Her state of agitation had magically melted away.

  Heavy footsteps announced arrival. He’s here! A relieved rush of air burst from her lungs. Kina held up the blindfold. Yoyin didn’t bristle. Feeling a flutter of excitement in the pit of her stomach, she gave a head nod and Kina placed the fabric over her eyes.

  Yoyin shivered as she heard her lover’s footsteps grow near. She felt him approach from behind. He wrapped his arms around her, tightening his embrace as if she might attempt a sudden escape.

  She had no intention of breaking free. This was what she’d been waiting for—anonymous, decadent, and dirty sex. Surprisingly, she was comforted by his embrace.

  She felt a passion and connection with him. There was something very familiar about this man. She wondered if her stud was someone she’d already met?

  Feeling uncharacteristically affectionate, she dropped her head, rubbed her cheek against the soft hairs on his arm, and then buried her face in the crook of his arm and deeply inhaled his aroma. His natural masculine scent aroused her passion unlike any expensive male fragrance ever had.