Fantasy Island

[Blackbich]

Ivana

I see the confusion on Tatoo's face as I sit there. "May I help you cum, Miss?", she asks. As I'm about to answer her, she screams. "EEEEEEEEEEK!!!" "Who's that, Miss? There is definitely someone there, I am sure of it." She slips into the water. I don't understand her sudden shyness but that quickly fades as I feel her clit on my toe. Glancing into the room she had indicated, I don't see anything. I stand up, looking down at her. "Are you ready for your punishment?", I ask. Tatoo's eyes get a little wider. "Yes, Miss Sukov." I step out of the tub then reach out my hand to her, helping her out the tub. I can't wait to get my tongue buried in her luscious pussy but first things first. I walk into the bedroom, still holding her hand. I notice the door is unlocked. Hadn't I locked it? I wasn't sure. Everything that had happened since we had gotten to the cottage was kind of a blur now so it's very possible that, in my excitement, I had forgotten all about it. Oh well. I push Tatoo to the bed and, pushing lightly on her shoulders, have her sit on the bed. "Don't move", I command her. I walk over to my carry on bag. Without looking at her I begin talking to Tatoo as I rummage through my bag. "You've been a very bad girl, Tatoo. Not answering when spoken to. You are getting ready to get your punishment.", I say as I turn around, punishment tools in hand. In one hand I have a strap on jelly dildo, 6 inches long, 1 1/2 inches thick; the other contains a bottle of Slip N Slide lubricant. Tatoo's eyes get wide and I see fear in them. "Don't worry my lovely, I promise it won't hurt. Much.", I say coldly. As I start situating the strap on, I tell her "You will get on the bed on your hands and knees. You will not move unless I tell you to. Do you understand?" "Yes, Miss Sukov," I hear Tatoo say just barely above a whisper. I walk up to the bed as she gets into position. Despite what she might be thinking, I have no intention of taking her virginity. Well, I did but just her ass. After eyeing it all night, there was no way I could resist it. Besides, despite the way I was talking, I would be gentle with this beautiful girl; I didn't want to cause her harm. I take the lube and, after squirting some on her ass, I begin slowly massaging those beautifully rounded globes. I hear Tatoo moan slightly. HHMMM, so soon, huh? I begin working my index finger into the crack of her ass, making sure to pay special attention to her little brown hole. I ease my other hand down towards her pussy and begin moving my finger slowly around her swollen outer lips. I feel Tatoo's ass cheeks tighten up and I try to keep from chuckling. She was trying very hard not to move, as she had been told. I squirt more lube down her butt crack, then begin slowly working my index finger into her, trying to relax her sphincer muscle. I feel Tatoo tense up. "That's only going to make it worse, sweetheart.", I say. This close to Tatoo's sweet smelling pussy, especially now that it was starting to open up where I could see the inner pinkness, I couldn't resist any longer. I lean down, take a deep whiff and begin tonguing her clit with my tongue. Tatoo jumped. "AAAAHHHHH.", she sighed. I smack her ass cheek with the hand that had been playing with her pussy lips. "I said don't move." Going back to her puss, I part both sets of lips, revealing the juicy insides. I push more of my finger into her asshole and begin fucking her ass with my finger. "SSSSSSS", I hear Tatoo suck her breath in through her teeth. I run my tongue up the entire length of her slit. Now that I had gotten a taste, I couldn't stop now. I begin eating Tatoo in earnest. "OOOHHHHH," Tatoo groaned. I noticed she was keeping still as commanded. I slowly slip another finger in Tatoo's ass. Tatoo's juices began getting heavier and her sphincter seemed to loosen up. Did I hear something? I stop eating Tatoo and, while still playing with her ass, listen for noises. Not hearing anything, I remove my fingers. Lubing the dildo and placing it at her ass entrance I ask, "Are you ready for me, darling?" I see Tatoo shake her head. I begin the process of taking her ass virginity, entering a little at a time until she got used to the size. Eventually the entire dildo was engulfed in her bowels. I sit still, letting her get used to the feeling. I lean over her, laying on her back. Reaching between her legs, I begin playing with her hard little nub and pussy. "Oh, Miss!", Tatoo cried out. I slowly work the dildo in and out of her ass, occassionally putting more lube on. I hear grunts and groans coming from Tatoo, her breath coming at a faster pace. As I work up a faster tempo, I pull Tatoo's face to me for a kiss. Her eyes were closed and I could see she had been crying. "Look at me," I command. When she does at me, all I can see is passion and lust in her eyes. I suck on her lips then kiss her. Kissing and sucking on her neck, I continue pounding her ass and playing with her pussy. I move my other hand up to her tit and start playing with her nipple. I keep these movements up until I feel Tatoo start trembling under me. "Oh God, Miss. UUNNGGGGHHHH. Oh, I'm, uh, I'm cummmmiiiiinnnnnnnggggggg....", Tatoo screamed. Once her shaking stopped, I pull the dildo out of her ass. Tatoo collapsed on the bed. Taking off the strap-on, I toss it on the floor and lay beside Tatoo. I run my fingers through her hair, kissing her shoulders and back. "Now, that wasn't such a bad punishment, was it?"

[Edited by Blackbich on 04-26-2001 at 07:48 PM]

 

[mya]

Tatoo - recovers and wants more

Tatoo -
IC
I lay on the bed, quivers of excitement still running through my body, waves of pleasure from yet another orgasm received today. I am amazed that I have been able to cum so often today, and in so may different ways. And her passion filled kisses as she fucked me were so very erotic. So different from Mr. Roarke’s, so soft and feminine and wonderful. I am learning so much. Miss Sukuov’s soft fingers in my hair, and soft kisses upon my back and shoulders make me realize just what a lucky girl I am. She asks me, "Now, that wasn't such a bad punishment, was it?"

I quickly respond, shaking my head no as I say, "No Miss, no not at all. I enjoyed your punishment very well. I feel lucky to have learned such a valuable lesson from you Miss." I roll over on my back, Miss Sukuov still resting on her side, her head in her hand as she enjoys the view of my naked body, her lust still visible in her eyes and her body. I recognize all to well the visible signs of her lust; the dew on her pussy, her magnificent breasts rubbing against me, their hard little nubs trailing along my arm.

"Would you….ummm, I mean, could I….err," I struggle with the words to ask what I want, without really knowing what I want. Knowing only that my mission is to please this woman. A mission created not just by a job description, but by a physical need, a wish to return something of what I have received, a desire to enjoy this beautiful woman.

I try once again with a blush on my cheeks, "Miss Sukuov how may I please you in return? Do you have another toy that I could use on you maybe? Or…umm," my eyes glance over at the place where she discarded the apparatus that she used on me. I can’t help but wonder if I am even coordinated enough to use that thing. Would she enjoy being fucked by a woman with a penis? Perhaps she’d rather I use something else on her?

"Please Miss, let me pleasure you to orgasm also. I can smell your heat and feel your need. Your need is my need. Please Miss." My hand touches her cheek, trailing down her jaw to her neck and to her breast. I hold her breast in my hand, rubbing my palm against the rosebud, feeling her heartbeat, as I await her response. Dammit if I didn’t hear a soft noise again, definitely in the room, not outside. I wondered if perhaps Mr. Roarke had a camera in the room or something. Surveillance to ensure I did my job properly maybe. Perhaps those were the noises I was hearing. I quickly dismissed the noise this time, concentrating on the lovely woman before me whose breast was, at least for the moment, mine.

 

[mars99]

Ivana gets hers

Not 5 minutes after I had been swept away by the celestial portrait of a beautiful, young woman coming into her own, there she was, taking it up the ass from a half insane Russian with a strap-on. My, how quickly things can change here on Fantasy Island!.....

Tatoo, I knew, was quite unprepared for the anal invasion. She had never thought of that part of her body as anything but an exit. She had only heard about that kind of sex a couple of times before and thought it sounded gross and that it would hurt. I remained in the closet and watched as the second of her three fuck holes was violated for the first time. I was once again delighted to see that my girl, though quite scared I am sure, grew to enjoy the ass play and discovered yet another way that she could cum. It was quite difficult not to stroke myself off while I was watching the 6 inch contraption slide in and out of my dear's virgin back door. I felt the precum oozing out of my dick and pooling in my pubic hair, but I didn't want to cum just yet. I had other plans.

After the ass reaming I watched the two laying side by side. I could see they were growing quite fond of each other, staring each other's gorgeous bodies up and down. "Miss Sukuov how may I please you in return? Do you have another toy that I could use on you maybe?" Tatoo said. I knew time was short. I saw the menacing look in Ivana's eyes as she fixated on the opening between Tatoo's legs and licked her lips. Tatoo's maiden pussy would not remain unsoiled for much longer and I wanted to make sure I was the one to be responsible. I stood in the closet, ready to pounce when the moment demanded it.

Ivana stroked Tatoo's body up and down, ignoring Tatoo's offers and desires to please her in return. I knew Ivana had one thing in mind as her hand worked its way down down to Tatoo's glowing warmth. She kneeled at Tatoo's feet and with an evil, lustful grin, parted her legs slowly. Tatoo gulped and with a fearful look on her face, lowered her eyelids in submission to Ivana's desires. Ivana lubed up the dildo and was poised to deflower my little girl coldly and cruelly. I knew this was my cue...

I kicked open the door like a lion on the attack and stood like a soldier, staring venemously at Ivana. They jumped back in shock and gaped at me, frozen.

"Step off, Ivana!!" I thundered. "I'll take it from here."

"Mr. Roarke!!" Ivana cried as her expression turned to one of domineering hatred. "Oh, no you don't!! This pussy's mine!! If you want it, you'll have to fight me for it!" She leaped up and stood on guard, ready to defend her posession.

"No problem, you communist bitch!" I cried as I flew at her full force, hormones raging and fists flying. "YYYAAAAAAAA!!" she yelled as she threw a roundhouse kick at my head. I avoided the lengthy, curvy leg and took hold of the 9" strap-on still around her waist. I spun her around furiously, fighting to keep hold of the slick, dirty cock, and slammed her to the ground on all fours.

"You can dish it out but can you take it??" I yelled, positioning myself behind her and yanking her hair back violently. I ripped the strap-on off her waist and glanced at Tatoo, who sat upright on the bed, wide-eyed, hands cupped over her mouth, giddy and excited that these two people she was so fond of were fighting so hard over her. I ripped my raging cock out of my pants and with no warning or lubrication, shoved it full force into the asshole I had lusted after from the window. A blood curdling shriek came from Ivana as my aching monster snaked its way through her squealing rectum.

"How ya like it, now...GIRL???" I shouted. "Who's your Daddy now, HUH?". Muffled cries of agony came from her lips as I pummelled her butt cheeks with no holds barred. "How's it feel Ivana??? Ya want some more you filthy, evil bitch??" My hand yanked back harder on her hair, evoking another cry of agony from her tear stained face. "NO! NO! Please, Sir!!" she cried, but I was having none of it. I reached for the strap-on, fresh from Tatoo's ass, and placed it in front of her face. "Open wide, Girl! It's time for your medicine!" With that I drove the stained unit deep down her throat, drawing from her a muffled gag of disgust as she choked mightily on the filthy tool. She cleansed it thoroughly, licking, sucking, deep throating it, after a minute or so her cries slowly turning to more lustful moans of passion as her head bobbed to and fro on the fake dick and her asshole began to relax around my cock. "Mmmmph...Mmmmph.....Mmmmm.......Mmmm...." she sounded.

"That's it...That's it you little Russian whore. Just relax and enjoy it. It's not that bad is it?...IS IT???" I gave her hair another yank and a muffled "NO SIR" came from her dildo crammed mouth. I slowed the pace of my ass thrusting but pushed it in deeper and deeper, eventually working all of my 7 inches deep inside of her. I pulled the dildo out and let her lick and suckle on the tip, nursing it like a mother's breast. I tempered my violence and began to glide smoothly through her clutching butt cheeks.

"Ooohhh, Ivana!" I groaned, my yelling slowing into lustful passionate groans as her asshole milked my delighted penis. "Oh, God Ivana!...that's it, baby...do it for me..." She sucked passionately on the dick and her ass rhythm adjusted to meet my thrusts in a rocking motion. "Ohhhhh, yes honey....Mmmmm...your asshole feels soooo gooood!..."I moaned. She moaned deep and long as she sucked harder, seemingly trying to make the fake dick cum in her mouth. " Ohhhh....make me cum, baby....make me cum...". My eyes were closed so I couldn't see Tatoo's reactions but I hoped she was enjoying the scene she had produced.

I pulled out the dildo to let her speak."Uuuuuhhh...Mr. Roarke! OHH, Sir!....Fuck my asshole, sir!....Cum in my asshole, honey....."

My pace quickened. I felt my balls expanding, ready to shower her back door with liquid coating. "Oh, Ivana...Oh, IVANA!....I'm gonna CUM...Ohhh...Oooooohhhh!"

"Yes, sir!...Yes, sir!!!!!...That's it!..Cum for me, Baby...Ohhhhhhhh, YES!!!!!"

"AAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!....." I unloaded in her ass like a geyser, squirting probably a quart of my love potion into her tight rosebud. I couldn't stop thrusting for a whole minute, the power and length of my orgasm was so intense. She shook and trembled along with me, clamping her teeth down on the dildo to muffle the soul shaking cries of her violent orgasm. "OOOOHHHHHhhhhhh....." we cried together, releasing every ounce of tension pent up inside us, eventually slowing and collapsing into a heap on the floor....

We lay for a full 5 minutes, catching our breath and recovering whatever energy we could. During this time, I didn't hear a sound from Tatoo. In my passion, I had been unable to see her actions. Was she still on the bed? Was she horrified? Was she frigging herself while she watched us? Such a young girl must be having trouble processing the events of this evening. All I hoped as I lay there was that she was enjoying herself, and that I had sufficiently displayed to Ivana that Tatoo's pussy was indeed her master's property.....





[Edited by mars99 on 04-28-2001 at 01:25 PM]

 

[mya]

Tatoo - learns by observation this time

Tatoo
IC-

Miss Sukuov touched my body, caressing my pussy, her eyes molten with heat. She had picked up her strap on dildo and settled herself between my legs, using her finger to scoop up some of my own juices and lube the false phallus, preparing it for my body while her eyes feasted upon my young, eager, naked and virgin pussy. Even I knew she was about to claim the last frontier of my virgin body as her own. I acquiesced to her desires, fully intending to make Mr. Roarke proud. As my mind prepared for my deflowering, the closet door crashed open, and out jumped the very man in my thoughts as though I had somehow magically conjured him up.

The suddenness of his entrance scared both Miss Sukuov and I and we both jumped and squealed. Before I could process just who had burst in, I found myself crawling up into a sitting position, cowering on the edge of the bed, grabbing the bedding and shielding my body. To Miss Sukuov’s credit, she turned and stood to face the intruding Mr. Roarke, shielding me from any possible danger. Once I realized it was just Mr. Roarke, I let the bedding fall, but remained crouched on the far corner of the bed to watch the new events unfolding before my eyes.

"Step off, Ivana! I'll take it from here," growled a protective sounding Mr. Roarke. To my utter dismay Miss Sukuov did not back down. She stood her ground and growled back at him, "Oh, no you don't!! This pussy's mine!! If you want it, you'll have to fight me for it!"

I was shocked by Mr. Roarke’s fierce protection and possessiveness, but honoured too. I knew I was in no real danger from Miss Sukouv, but obviously Mr. Roarke’s testosterone had pumped his body up to fight for his prize. I smiled at my "hero", for until this very moment I knew only that he enjoyed me, but I had had no idea that he desired to be the one to initiate me into the most intimate and closest loving a woman can experience, the only one intended by mother nature to bring forth more than pleasurable delight, the only one where seeds can be planted and grow.

And the fight was on. There were martial arts kicks, punches, pushing and plain old fighting happening between my two lovers. Mr. Roarke’s superior size and weight won out in the end, just barely. He was panting hard from exertion when he finally pinned Miss Sukuov down, face first and on her hands and knees. My eyes were wide, I could see Miss Sukuov’s face and her expression was spitting mad still. But before she could do anything about it, Mr. Roarke had situated himself behind her baring his rock hard cock, he looked into my wide eyes, my hands covering my mouth to keep it shut, and then he slammed into her ass with full force and she cried out in pain. He demanded submission from her with actions and his words. "How ya like it, now...GIRL???" he shouted at Miss Sukuov. "Who's your Daddy now, HUH?". And to my utter dismay she was calling him "Sir" now too. Then to add insult to injury he’d shoved the dildo in her mouth, effectively gagging her cries. And with that, his pounding hips smoothed into a delicious rhythm, beginning to give back what he had previously just taken. It wasn’t long before they were both moaning and groaning loudly. I moved closer, to watch as his cock slipped in and out of her, watching her butt hole eagerly taking him inside now. So that is how I looked not so very long ago. And with screams they both came hard, their bodies shuddering violently. My own pussy ached with need, watching as Mr. Roarke filled this woman now. I was too caught up in watching and learning to think of masturbating myself, at least for now. What had began with pain and dominance, and ended in pleasure and dominance. I would not be surprised if at least half the staff had heard the goings-on at my hut this night.

There was absolutely no doubt in my mind now that my pussy belonged to Mr. Roarke. Miss Sukouv would agree I was sure. And I suspect that it would not be long before word spread around the Island that this was the case. No other guest or staff member would venture near my pussy now, at least not unless they liked taking a raging hard-on up the ass. As Mr. Roarke and Miss Sukuov lay there on the carpet, catching their breath and recovering in silence, I watched their bodies, drawn to the rippling muscles of both hard bodies, one so obviously male and the other female, but both so strong and desirable. I truly had a fondness for both these people. I slipped off the bed taking the pillows with me, and went to first to Mr. Roarke and then Miss Sukuov giving each a pillow to make them more comfortable on the floor. I slide my naked body down between the two of them as they lay looking at the ceiling, tugging the comforter from the bed over all three of us, not wanting their two hot bodies to catch a chill.

I found myself, laying on my side, facing Mr. Roarke, my chest pressed against his arm, my pussy against his naked hip. The globes of my ass touched Miss Sukuov’s hip, and my back was against her arm. I snuggled between these two sexy people, both recovering from sex, while I still urgently needed release. As I snuggled, my fingers slid to my own pussy and immediately between my wet slippery lips. My finger concentrated on my love button, circling it slowly but surely, needing to find my own release. Mr. Roarke’s eyes catch mine and hold them. I know from his look that he knows what my fingers are doing. I hold his gaze, wetting my lips with my tongue, slowly circling them as my eyes smolder and my fingers rove freely in my pussy. Half daring him to make me stop, and half daring him to make me continue.

 

[mars99]

Roarke tries to please

The rollicking adventures of the past few hours were catching up to me. I lay on the floor catatonic, almost paralyzed after the heated encounter with Ivana. I had cum four times in the past hour and a half(wow!) and even for a man as potent as I, this had taken its toll. I felt alone and helpless, like a little baby on the floor, fighting for breath and strength. Then, to my delight, I felt a gentle hand underneath my head, lifting it and placing a soft, warm pillow below it. I exhaled deeply in relief and was further soothed by a soft, warm comforter falling over me, shielding my nakedness, and then a soft, warm body cuddling up beside me. I saw nothing, but felt full, fleshy glands pillowing against my arm and a smooth, moist vagina snuggling against my hip. Tatoo's skin against mine was the perfect tonic for my fraying nerves. My breath slowed and I turned to look at the sweet, generous soul beside me. She met my gaze with an focused, longing look. Out of the corner of my eye I saw the comforter rising and falling by her pelvis. Her eyes poured passion into mine, her tongue dallied wantonly. I knew she was masturbating.

The poor dear must have been aching for release. My display with Ivana must have set her loins aflame. So soon after the exhausting cum I had just had I was hardly able to move, much less get an erection. However, the hunger in her eyes begged to be satisfied and I wanted to assist her in reaching her celestial paradise in any way I could.

I took her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers and lightly manipulated them, twisting them gently, molding them into two cylindrical peaks. A deep, unvoiced exhale escaped her lips as she pushed her breasts forward to meet my touch. I placed my thumbs flush on her peaks and began making small, tight circles on her needy nips, matching the tight circles here fingers made on her clitoris. She seemed to enjoy this quite a bit, her exhales became audible and deeper, her pace quickened just a touch on her clit. After a minute or so of tight circling I went back to pinching, this time a little harder, kneading the still growing buds, pulling them and snapping them back into place. She gasped lightly with each snap, releasing a short "ah!" with each pull. After several tit-jiggling snaps I lightly cupped the underside of each breast and began flicking my thumbs across her nipples, grazing them lightly in quick fire succesion, jolting the rosebuds with miniature electric like shocks. Her body quivered and shook, an audible "oh!" came from her lips, her hand roamed freely over her moist patch down below. I looked up at her focused face. Her eyes were closed, her breath came in small, deep pants, her chest jutted out as far as she could push it. My own penis began to stir back to life. I felt the blood pulsing toward my most intimate area, giving it a subtle extension.

I shifted downward, placing my head in front of her lightly bouncing mammaries. As she continued to stroke herself, I leaned in and captured her left nipple in my mouth. My lips coned the light brown bud and remained motionless as I tongued the stiff peak, flicking it lightly, licking it up and down several times. I cupped her right breast in my left hand, fondling it playfully, pinching and teasing the nipple as I did so. She seemed to enjoy the nipple play immensely, much to my delight. Her pants and groans gave life to both my penis and my weary spirit, giving me the stimulus to continue. I very gently took her nipple between my teeth and bit down softly, lightly grinding my teeth back and forth and flicking the pointed nub with my tongue. I had made her cum this way before but she seemed to be fighting to hold on this time, wanting the pleasure to go on forever. Her groans became more gutteral and deep, my teeth bit down firmly, just hard enough to give her a slight start but causing no pain. My sensitivity to women's nipples was acute, I had learned to make love to a woman's nipples, to caress them, to fondle them, to stimulate them to just the proper degree. The passion grew inside of me. I momentarily pulled my head away, then re-wrapped my lips around her breast point and sucked deeply, intensely, like a baby suckling at his mother's breast. I began to moan softly into her tit as her free hand ran through my hair and pulled my head into her milk dispensers. I suckled for several minutes, loving the feeling of feeding off her maternal globes as her hand held my head.

At long last, I let the hardened nub pop out of my mouth. I slid back up and was now face to face with my pretty assistant, staring deeply into her warm, blue eyes. She was still masturbating tenderly, massaging her swollen clit and breathing passionately, her rapture written all over her face. Our bodies were inches away from each other. Her nipples were actually touching mine and we rubbed them back and forth, mine hardening to match hers at their touch. I began to play with my penis, clutching the stiffened shaft and gliding slowly up and down. My balls hung low and swayed lightly as I did so. Our loins were just inches from each other. I could literally feel the heat coming off her pussy as we rubbed ourselves to paradise, each for the other's enjoyment. Our tongues met and danced passionately as audible moans of raptue passed between our lips. Our rhythm increased steadily, the precum coated around my cock making my masturbation audible, as was hers from her amply flowing pussy juices. "Uhhhh..." we moaned together as our lips locked in a deep open mouthed kiss, tongues probing and playing. Our cries became louder, though stifled under our kiss, our genital self pleasure reaching a fever pitch...

I wondered if I should take her now. I knew she was ready. I knew she wanted me to be the one. I knew this might be the moment Tatoo blossoms into womanhood.....

 

[mya]

Mya - finally sleeps with Mr. Roarke

Tatoo - IC

Our passion soared to new heights as we each masturbated. Our chests touching, our lips locked, our hands bumping each others as we brought each pleasure to our own bodies. I flicked my clit hard and fast now, so close to cumming and needing it so bad. My index finger flicking over the swollen nub again and again, until my body stiffened, my lips pulled from Mr. Roarke’s as I cried out, "I’m cummmmming…Master Roarke." My body jerked and spasmed, my breath escaping in pants and gasps.

"OHHHH BABY," grunts Mr. Roarke, "I’m with you baby." His whole body is stiffening as his fingers slip to massage his balls while continuing to spread his juices over his own shaft with his other hand. "OH GAWD TATOO, I’m…" and a burst of sticky cum hits my own hand and pubes, as he reaches his peak mere moments after I do. Mr. Roarke is stroking his hand lightening fast now, milking it for all the cum, as I finger my clit harder and faster striving for one more peak on this mutual roller coaster ride we are on together, yet separately. As another orgasm follows on the heels of my first, my whole body shakes, and I moan "Ohhhhhh Mr. Roarke, that’s soooooooo good." My pussy juices flood my legs, mixed with his seed. As the waves of pleasure begin to subside in our bodies, I lean forward to take one more sweet gentle kiss from this incredibly giving man, who just keeps on giving. We lay, staring into each others eyes for some time. I look over my shoulder to see Ivana snoozing on the other side of me.

I grin and look back at Mr. Roarke, my index finger over my lips as I softly "shhhhhhhh" him. He grins back, and hugs me close. After maybe half an hour of both of us dozing in and out of consciousness, he stood up, turned around and offered me a hand up. I stood up, unashamed of my nakedness in front of this sweet man. He quietly led me to the bathroom, started the shower, and handed me inside. He followed me under the warm spray. With great care and love, he softly washed every part of my body and my hair. I soaped my hands and returned the favour. We both climbed out of the shower, and dried off.

He leaned over and claimed me with a quick solid kiss, then upon lifting his lips said, "Now Tatoo, it’s time for us to sleep. My only stipulation is that you must sleep in my arms tonight." I smiled and said, "But of course Master." I followed him out of the bathroom yawning, only to collide with his solid back when he abruptly halted. "Ah Tatoo, it appears as though you have lost another guest. I will have to punish you for that at another time." My eyes widened at that and I quickly stepped around him to see that the room was empty and that Miss Sukuov’s luggage was gone. I scrambled over to the bed where a piece of paper lay. It was Fantasy Island stationary, and the note read "I find myself in need of some sleep desperately. I have called a taxi to take me to the main hotel. I bid you both good night. Sleep well Sweet Tatoo. If ever you are in the neighborhood of my room, stop by for some more lovin’ Dear." I blushed as I read the words aloud to Mr. Roarke. I looked up and said, "See I didn’t lose her Sir, she just had to leave." He laughed, pure merriment in his eyes as he said, "Ahhh my dear, but the point is that you still lost her out of your bed. I shall have to contemplate the appropriate punishment for such a manner and get back to you on that at a later time. For now my Dear, we sleep."

He tossed the pillows on the bed, opened the blankets and slid between the sheets, holding them open for me to follow. I did so eagerly. He reached to turn out the lights and then he snuggled against me. "Turn on your side Dear," he whispered in my ear and as I did so, he teased that ear with a light kiss. In this position, he was able to plaster his body against my back. His chest touched my back, his penis nestled in the crack of my ass, his knees touched the back of my legs, and he slipped an arm around my waist, cupping a hand over my breast. "Sleep now Sweetness. Tomorrow will be another long day for you." I was so relaxed in his arms, my mind instantly emptied and I began to slip into a slumber. Before I finally slept fully, I heard the soft snores of Mr. Roarke in my ear, and then I too slept.



[Edited by mya on 05-01-2001 at 09:51 PM]

 

[mya]

Tatoo - gets Mr. Roarke right where she wants him

Tatoo - IC

I awoke in the early morning light, now laying on my side facing Mr. Roarke. Obviously we had moved during the night, and he lay sprawled in the middle of the bed on his back. I smiled as I realized he was a bed hog. I raised up on my elbow and cradled my head in my hand to look at this handsome man. His beautiful face, calm and completely relaxed in sleep, the blankets almost kicked free, remained to cover just his lower body, a hint of one delectable naked hip showing. What could I do to begin to repay this man for all he had taught me and allowed me to learn? I want to totally give him pleasure, but his giving nature will not allow him to receive without giving. A thought comes to mind, and I contemplate if I dare act on it, adrenaline coursing through my body. He sure seems to be deep asleep.

Quickly before he can awaken, I slip from the bed, to search my drawers for just the right things. A couple of pairs of pantyhose and a couple of scarves I had packed along, before I knew I would not be needing traditional office attire for my new job, were exactly what I needed. I worked gently, afraid I would awaken him before I had completed my task. I tied both wrists and ankles to the head and foot board, careful to tie them tight enough so he could not get free, and lose enough that he would not be hurt. I stood by the bed, looking at his still sleeping spread-eagled form, now completely naked before me. I needed to get a move on before he awoke, as I still needed to collect a number of items.

I put on a pot of the complimentary coffee, and retrieved some ice from the small freezer of the fridge, setting it beside the bed. The decor of the room was very tropical, and an arrangement of flowers and peacock feathers sat in the corner. I helped myself to a couple of the feathers which I put at the ready. A quick tour to my purse produced some mints which I also set on the night table. Oh this was going to be such fun.

Settling beside the trussed up man on the bed, I took a feather and began to softly stroke the tip over his body, down his arms, his tummy, his legs. I avoided the feet for now, and his genitals. I let the feather slip to the back side of his knees, softly tickling there, before climbing the inside of his thighs, by-passing his balls and cock, stroking over his naked hip to circle his belly button. He was beginning to squirm still asleep. But I could tell he was beginning to awaken. I sent the feather to tickle his underarms, and he actually started to pull away from it in his sleep, but the bonds I’d tied held. I picked up the second feather and began to tickle his feet. He was squirming in earnest now. His eyes flew open, and I could see the bewilderment on his face. He tried to sit up and could not, all the while I softly tickled his underarms and feet. "What the hell!" he exclaimed. His eyes looked from me, to the ties that bound him. "TATOO, what the hell are you doing? Stop it this instant. Release me Girl!"

I smiled, dropping a feather, I settled my index finger over his lips, my other hand letting the feather slide up his leg to tickle his balls. "Shhhhhh Mr. Roarke," I whispered, "just relax. I will not be releasing you for a while yet, so you might as well just lay back and enjoy." By now the feather was tracing the length of his cock. Mr. Roarke let his head drop back to the pillow, and briefly closed his eyes.

"You realize Tatoo, that you will definitely be punished for this right? You have disobeyed my direct command."

I nodded. "Yes Mr. Roarke, you must do whatever you must do. But for now I must do this one completely giving act for you. My soul demands it." With that I dropped the feather and picked up a piece of ice. I touched the ice cube to his lips, and his tongue immediately licked it. I let it enter his mouth, and he suckled it along with my finger tips. I think this is a good sign. I trail the half melting cube down his jaw following his jugular vein to his chest. The ice circles one masculine nipple, as I lean over and press my lips softly and gently to his. His mouth opens and he welcomes my kiss. Ahhh, definitely a good sign. The circles I am drawing with the ice get smaller and smaller until the cube rests over his male nipple. I leave it there while we continue to kiss.

Finally dragging my lips from his, I look down, loving the view of his hard nipple. My eyes slide downward, to be rewarded by the sight of his cock beginning to stiffen. I smile, and take the ice cube off his nipple and slowly tease my own nipple with it, for him to watch and enjoy. My hand uses the same action on my nipples as I did on his. And my nipples grow harder. I hear his groan deep in his throat, instant gratification for myself and an incentive to continue the game, working harder at slowly exciting him. I offer his lips the small remainder of the cube that has just touched my breasts, and he eagerly sucks it in with my fingers. I release the cube for him to enjoy, to at least satisfy one of his thirsts.

Taking a second cube, I start on his second nipple, concentrating on his body’s reaction, enjoying it thoroughly. His back arches and his body stiffens, not unlike mine would. I trickle of water runs down to his arm pit, I quickly lean forward and catch it on my tongue, following the trail back to his nipple. My warm tongue flickers over the nipple momentarily. "Oh gawddd Tatoo," he groans under his breath, "are you trying to kill me?" I ignore his groaned question, it merely serves to spur me on with my mission.

 

[mya]

Tatoo - finishes what she started

Tatoo - IC



Enjoying his sexual frustration, I send the ice cube down his chest to his belly button, letting the ice circle and puddle in the indentation. My mouth moves to Mr. Roarke’s other nipple to suckle it. My eyes do not miss the twitch in his cock as soon as my suction of his nipple started. Victory. Releasing his nipple my tongue follows the wet trail to his belly button. My mouth covers the indent, sucking up the water with one hard suction. Upon releasing the suction, my teeth grab at the soft skin of his tummy, softly nipping. The ice cube plays once again to fill his belly button for one more drink. This time my tongue laps at the collected moisture, drinking it up like a kitty cat. His cock twitched again as it stiffened more. Grabbing a feather once again, I slide it under his leg at the back of his knee and softly tease that sensitive spot. Very little of the cube remains in my fingers and I clutch it in my hand as I hold it over his growing organ to melt completely. Cold drips of water land on his pubic area. I find a cube with a dimple in one side and suckle it with my mouth, making sure no sharp edges exist. Then I settle the dimpled cube over the head of his cock, giving it a hat of sheer glistening ice. I turn the cube on his tip. Water dribbles down his shaft, to his balls, disappearing down the crack of his ass. "Mmmmmm, so nice!" I murmur.

I slip away to grab a cup of fresh coffee, cooling it slightly with cold water. Taking a long swallow, I head back to bed, setting the remainder of the cup aside for the moment. I straddle his chest with my knees, facing his cock and I lean over, and slip my mouth over his cold hard cock, taking in the first several inches. My warm mouth meeting his ice cooled skin. I hold him in my mouth and suck gently. "Arghhhhhhhhh, you are trying to kill me!" he groans. I grin to myself as I let my tongue lap at the head of his cock inside my mouth. "For fuck sakes Tatoo, at least put that sweet pussy of yours over my mouth so I can at least taste you!" Mr. Roarke softly demands. I ignore his request as I pop an ice cube in my mouth before returning to tease his cock, rolling the ice cube and his cock between my lip covered teeth. The ice is rapidly melting and trickles of water are slipping from my mouth down his cock. I release his cock to chase the dribbles, following them to his balls, sucking them in to roll them with my mouth and the ice. His cock is so hard now and his balls quiver in my mouth. I leave his balls and cock for a moment, dismounting his body, to use the feather to tickle his whole body again, concentrating on his arm pits and feet. He is writhing beneath the tickling. "Stop, stop, please stop," he requests softly, stopping just barely short of begging.

I grin and lean over to tease his ear with my tongue before saying huskily, "My Sir, how the tables have changed eh?" Not waiting, or expecting a response, I give him another open mouthed kiss, my tongue searching for his. He laps up my tongue, groaning his pleasure, so I know he is enjoying this as much as I am. I take another couple of mouthfuls of coffee, my eyes holding his. My tongue slips from my lips to taste them slowly, and sexily. His tongue mimics mine. I smile and take one last swallow of the warm liquid and settle myself astride his chest just as before. This time, I lean forward, taking his cock in my mouth yet again and suck it in deep, sucking hard, my cheeks pressing against his shaft, making a tight pseudo vagina for his cock.

"Have mercy Tatoo, please, have mercy. Settle that sweet pussy over my mouth, please," Mr. Roarke requests as close to begging as I ever expected to get from him. I decide to press my advantage, and I pull my mouth off of his cock.

I dismount once again to look into his eyes, "Mr. Roarke, you may punish me for losing Ivana, if you must. But if I give you my pussy to taste while I suck you off, you must accept it in exchange for not punishing me for this interlude. I had to do it for you Sir. It was the only way I knew I could bring you pleasure and have you concentrate only on yourself." He stayed silent contemplating my request. I popped a breath mint in my mouth to suck on while he thought about it.

Finally, he said, "Very well Dear, now plant your sweetness on my face please." With that I did, I straddled his head, sliding my hips lower so that he could taste my slit. I dropped my menthol mint cooled mouth over his shaft once again, and closed my lips tight around his cock. I bobbed my head up and down as I face-fucked him, setting a faster and stronger pace than I had let him enjoy thus far. The tingles of the mint met the already sensitized skin, and I heard his one last groan of "sweet heaven", before I felt his tongue delve between my pussy lips. Immediately he zeroed in on my swollen and excited clit, and I too groaned with his cock in my mouth, sending a hum through his body. My still ice cooled fingers played with his balls as I sucked his cock hard, riding it with the movement of my head alone. I felt his balls tighten in my fingers, signaling his impending explosion. I swallowed him deep, holding him there as I sucked hard, and he came hard.

He momentarily forgot my love button as he strained against his ties, his whole body stiff, as his cum hit deep in my throat, heading straight for my stomach, and he actually screamed "SWEET TATOO, MY LOVE, OH GAWD YOU ARE GOOD!" I beamed as I heard the cries of pleasure, and I swallowed all his jetting cum, allowing his cock to escape near his completion. This left some cum for me to lap up with my tongue. Before continuing, I pushed up, leaned back and undid the ties on his hands, immediately returning to lap up the spilt cum from his cock, balls and thighs. As I did this, he used his hands to open me further to his questing tongue, and he lavished my slit thoroughly. He also took advantage of the use of his hands, and his fingers rolled my nipples, much to my delight. Pressing his tongue into my pussy and out again, in and out. Then trailing it back to my clit where he sucked it, then nibbled it gently with his teeth. I untied his feet before my pleasure got so intense that I would be unable to. My tongue finished lapping at his inner thighs, as he flicked my love button hard and fast with his tongue. I placed soft kisses on his inner thighs as the pleasure built in my body. Suddenly I was cumming hard and fast too, my juices pouring on to his tongue as my body shuddered. "Ohhhhhhhhh yesssssssss Mr. Roarke!" I cried out. As my body jerked and spasmed in it’s orgasm, Mr. Roarke held my hips firm, continuing his pleasuring of my body until the last of the waves of pleasure began to subside.

From somewhere, Mr. Roarke found the strength to roll me over on to my side and off of him. He then sat up and took me in his arms, and cradled me in his lap as he kissed me hard. His hands clenched in my hair to hold my head for his passion filled kiss. He then laid back, with me in his arms, me on top of him, chest to chest, thigh to thigh and hugged me tight. He pulled the covers over us, and kissed the top of my head. Secure in his arms, and tired from our play, I dozed into a light sleep on his chest.

 

[mars99]

Roarke turns to mush

I was in pure heaven after my shower with Tatoo. I felt more alive than I'd ever felt before. It had been a magnificent day and cuddling with my new sweetheart and drifting off to sleep seemed an excellent idea. I kissed her and we headed for bed. Noticing Ivana's departure, I was unconcerned but more than happy to blame it on my innocent assistant and use it as an excuse for the mild torture I had planned for her anyway. But that would have to wait. I was tired. I claimed my posession in my arms and peacefully drifted into sleep....

My dreams were extremely sensual and erotic that night. A couple of times during the night I woke up and massaged Tatoo's breast and played with her nipple while further nestling my stiffened cock in her ass crack, as I played the sexual imagery of my dreams back in my head. I don't know if she was awake or not, but I greatly enjoyed fondling her still, sedated body and her unconscious nipple still stiffened at my touch.

My final dream of the night involved an undefined creature tickling and teasing my body with its tongue. I reached the disappointing stage where I felt myself begin to awaken but fought to remain asleep in order to continue the pleasurable vision. Finally, I could fight no longer and my eyes opened to witness Tatoo at work on my body with a feather. I was delighted at the playful wake up call until I tried to move and was unable to. Suddenly, I panicked.

"TATOO, what the hell are you doing? Stop it this instant. Release me Girl!"

"Shhhhhh Mr. Roarke," I whispered, "just relax. I will not be releasing you for a while yet, so you might as well just lay back and enjoy."

I was livid and confused. This girl was not going to play me for a fool and use me like this after all I had done for her and given to her, was she? I had come to trust her and was outraged at this apparent betrayal.

"You realize Tatoo, that you will definitely be punished for this right? You have disobeyed my direct command."

"Yes Mr. Roarke, you must do whatever you must do. But for now I must do this one completely giving act for you. My soul demands it."

Gradually, as the feather and then an ice cube trailed the length of my body, my defenses weakened. The stress and strain of running an entire island had led me to develop a rigid sense of authority and control. The momentary abaondonment of such a feeling and submission to a fate in which I had no say was quite exhilarating and I began to enjoy it immensely. I fought to maintain the upper hand over the girl, but when the ice cube, then her lips made contact with mine, I melted under her gentle, erotic spell. My penis showed its interest and I lay back and relaxed, finally relieved of my struggles, if only for the moment.

The events of the next several minutes were too heavenly to describe. Tatoo, with the most remarkable instincts of any 18 year old virgin I ever knew, teased, tantalized, tortured, titillated, touched, toyed with, trounced, and trashed my body, mind, and soul with a touch so skillful I would be playing these events over in my mind for the next several days, if not weeks, and feeling her beautiful spirit coursing through me each time. Ice cubes and coffee would never be the same for me again.

I was puddy in her hands as she displayed the intricacies of her previously hidden dominant streak. The ice cubes on her nipples and mine, her tongue on my nipples and belly, her mouth teasing my helplessly exposed penis as her pussy hovered above me, so close and yet so far. I became a whimpering child, helpless and in need of care from my temporary master. When her mouth finally settled into a rhythm on my cock, my passionate lust reached new, record heights. I stared desperately at the pussy I now ached for more than life itself. Flooding her cherry love box with every last ounce of cum I could produce was all I could think about, but was hopelessly unable to achieve at that point. I wanted to taste her. I wanted to suck her off and have her shoot her hot load deep down my throat so I could swallow it and taste my precious angel's love fluid. She made me promise not to punish her yet, and I would've promised her my firstborn then just to have my mouth on her, and hers on me. Finally, she allowed me to meet her in the sweetest 69 I had ever known. Our mouths opened wide for each others cum and we drank like two nomads lost in the desert....

I was now riveted to this woman. Not wanting even an inch of space between us, I pulled her on top of me and bear hugged her close. As we lay there, I was beginning to doubt her claims of being an 18 year old virgin. Her skillful hands and tongue and her adept knowledge of a man's most sensitive areas seemed more in line with an experienced woman of 34 or so. But believe me, at this point I couldn't care less about that! While virgins are always tempting, there's something about submitting to an older woman's touch that just can't be beat!

We awoke several hours later in the same position, her head just under mine, her breasts mashed into pancakes between us, our pubic hair intertwining playfully. Not moving, I began to rub her ass cheeks with my hands. I squeezed and petted them, pulling them apart to allow a cool burst of air to chill her open crack.

"Tatoo," I said softly, kissing her hair and forehead, "you've been a bad, bad, bad girl....Very bad." She didn't look at me or respond.

"Tatoo, there is a certain divinely ordained order to this universe. One which, if disturbed, will produce disatrous results for all of mankind. One of the main facets of this cohesiveness is that servants must submit to their masters in all things. You, with your unchecked, rebellious mind, have taken it upon yourself to disturb this order. This is an affront not only to me, but to Creation itself. Do you understand me, Tatoo?"

She paused before speaking. "No, sir....actually I don't really know what the hell you're talking about."

"That's OK, my love." I said as I continued to stroke her ass. "One day you will learn...For now, there is work to do. Let us venture outside, shall we?"

We showered together again and I instructed her to dress differently today, in pink shorts, a small, white baby T exposing her midriff, and beach sandals. She was to wear both a bra and panties and her hair was to be tied back in a ponytail. As she dressed, I stepped outside into the balmy, tropical sunshine. The island was abuzz with activity. The half naked workers were busy at their assigned tasks and the music was already playing. It had been quite a first day on the island. All 3 of our guests had arrived and vanished, but they had paid in advance so it was no skin off my nose. Besides, I had finally found an adequate assistant and looked forward to training her further. She stepped outside to join me, smiling at me with the most beautiful glow I'd ever seen, and looking adorable in her daily outfit. I took her by the hand and we walked side by side to the hotel restaurant to get something to eat.....



[Edited by mars99 on 05-06-2001 at 02:41 PM]

 

[mya]

Tatoo (& Roarke) - greet a new day

Tatoo - IC
I’d used all of the knowledge I’d gained from Mr. Roarke and combined it with some of the things I’d read about in my Dad’s "dirty" magazines, when I tied Mr. Roarke up and brought him pleasure. I knew I’d blown him away with my actions, in more ways than one, but most importantly he had enjoyed it. My soul soared with him when he found pleasure in my actions. My need to please him was great.

But Mr. Roarke sure knew how to keep a girl on her toes. I awoke in Mr. Roarke’s arms, and he lazily told me, "Tatoo, you've been a bad, bad, bad girl....Very bad." I knew this meant he’d find some way to punish me for it whenever the time was right. So I immediately put the thought of it aside, for it was not my worry. The second thing he told me this morning was about "a certain divinely ordained order to this universe" which went way over my head. He didn’t seem too concerned and told me I’d learn one day. This too, I let leave my mind immediately, secure in the knowledge that Mr. Roarke would indeed enlighten me when he determined the time was right.

We showered quickly, and I dressed as commanded by Mr. Roarke. For the first time since coming to Fantasy Island, I wore a bra and panties under pink shorts and a small, white baby T that left my tummy bare, and beach sandals. As we left the hut, Mr. Roarke took my hand and we walked together in the wonderful tropical sunshine. I was excited about greeting the new day at Mr. Roarke’s side and I smiled my pleasure up at my handsome teacher. Although Mr. Roarke did not say so, I thought that he was more relaxed that I had ever seen him. I quite literally skipped at his side, my enthusiasm coming out like that of the child had been not so very many years ago.

We passed the harbour with the beautiful yachts and sail boats. "Ohhhhhhhhh Mr. Roarke," I gushed, "those boats are sooooo beautiful. I have never been in or on the ocean before. Would you take me out on a boat one day before I go?"

He stopped and smiled down at me, almost laughing as he pulled me close to his side, "Oh sweet Tatoo, you will not be leaving here for a long time Sweet. But yes Dear, it seems I cannot deny you anything, one day you shall have a chance to go sailing with me. But for now, we must go and have some breakfast. I know one very naughty girl who was very "active" last night and who needs to keep her strength up." With that he kissed my lips soundly, and as he lifted his head, he laughed a loud and joyous laugh. Then he turned and immediately continued on to the hotel restaurant, with me at his side. Some of the staff stopped to watch us, seeing the changes in both of us. I felt such pride being with this man.

As we entered the lobby of the hotel, Mr. Roarke stopped at the front desk. "Please check on Miss Sukuov. I want to know if she is still with us or if she has left. Tatoo here," he nodded his head in my direction, "will have her tasks today determined by that." I blushed at his side as I wondered if the desk clerk knew just what "tasks" he was talking about. "While you are at it," Roarke continued in his authoritative tone, "I’d like to know if any new guests have arrived overnight and whether or not Dick Steele has returned also."

The desk clerk immediately jumped to Roarke’s attention. "Yes Sir!" she said and hastily set about doing his bidding. I smiled. It seems I am not the only one who does!

However, Mr. Roarke let this one off the hook, as he turned on a bright smile and all his charm, and said to the girl, calling her by name, "Thank you Diana. Now you can deliver the information to me in the restaurant when you have it compiled. Tatoo it seems has worked up quite an appetite, and I intend to satisfy it." I blushed redder, fully understanding he was not speaking just of breakfast. As we turned to go to the restaurant, Roarke added over his shoulder, speaking again to the girl Diana, "Oh and if any new guests, Miss Sukuov, or Mr. Steele happen by the front desk, please pass on my invitation to have them join us for breakfast."

With that we were once again on our way to the restaurant, and we were quickly seated at Mr. Roarke’s special table. We opened our menus and as I read the delicious items, my tummy growled. Mr. Roarke laughed and said, "See Tatoo, you have many appetites. In this too, I will make sure you get what you need." And he took my menu from me and ordered for us both. To my surprise and delight he ordered my favorite, Eggs Benedict, fruit salad on the side, and strong coffee with cream. As I wondered how he knew that, the coffee appeared before me, and I took a much needed sip of my morning caffeine. Another fleeting thought ran across my mind as I prepared to enjoy breakfast with Mr. Roarke, "Would any guests, former or new, join us for breakfast?"

[Edited by mya on 05-13-2001 at 11:38 PM]

 

[mya]

just a bump...sorry all

BUMP

 

[ariosto]

OOC:
Is this thread still alive and if so what's the chance for a late arrival?
My PBY has engine trouble and I have to come down somewhere!

 

[mya]

OOC post to ariosto

Hi ariosto, me again. Claire from "Me Jane, You Tarzan" and I'm also Tatoo in this thread.

I just wanted to reply to your request to join the "Fantasy Island" thread.

mars99 (also in "Me Jane, You Tarzan"), Mr. Roarke in this thread, and I are pretty much the only active two at the moment, and while we do eventually want to have others join, for the moment this thread is going into hiatus. mars99 will eventually be able to post to it, but at the moment his typing is limited due to some repetitive muscle strain in his arms. He's pretty much posting to short posts only for now. So once he's back at top form with his typing abilities, he'll be posting a few of his wonderful long posts, with me responding of course.

We'll be sure to email you and let you know when it's up and running again, and leave a message here also.

mya

P.S. mars99 would post here himself, afterall it is his thread, but I offered to save him the typing!

 

[ariosto]

OOC:
Thank's Mya, I've enjoyed your posts at Tarzan and elsewhere. Both you and Mars are terrific writers.
Let me know if anything opens up.

 

[mars99]

OOC: The feeling is mutual, ariosto. I'd love to have you here when we start it up again.