About Sappho’s International Role: The Sappho Trilogy: Book Three

By Jonathan Biernot

The Third Novel in the Sappho’s Trilogy. Sappho knew what she was getting into, but never realised how things would turn out when she became embroiled with a Middle Eastern Arms Dealer.

Sappho’s addiction to cock is used to facilitate a series of transactions in Africa, Europe, on an Island in the Indian Ocean and in corporate venues near her North American home. Although she is never out of her depth, or in a situation where she is unable to cope, Sappho soon finds herself embroiled in the ruthless world of exploitation when she discovers how the wheels of international arms trading are lubricated.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Pink Flamingo Media LLC
• Release date: Mar 10, 2017
• ISBN: 9781945648229

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About Sappho’s International Role

An Erotic Sequel

by Jonathan Biernot

ISBN: 978-1-945648-22-9

Copyright ©2017 Jonathan Biernot

Smashwords Edition

The characters in this novel are pure fiction and any resemblance to persons living or dead is coincidental. The situations described herein are also fictitious and should not be attempted by any persons. Any efforts to duplicate the events or conditions can result in serious injury or even death.

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Jonathan Biernot writes Erotica for men and women of all ages and social groups in many corners of the world.

Whatever your gender, it’s easy to imagine a personal inclusion because each Novella has realistic settings that are empathic to both; they blend irony with graphic imagery but the work is tasteful and there is no tendency towards pornography.

"About Sappho’s Initiation" recounts how a chance encounter changed the life of a beautiful, young, vanilla-housewife and mother and led her into the realms of submissiveness and an addiction to cock.

The sequel, About Sappho’s International Role, tells how Sappho uses her new found craving to become the facilitator for an Arms Trader in the pursuit of his African and Global transactions.

However, on returning to her Master, she recalls an interlude before her adventures in the Indian Ocean. In About Sappho’s Interim Affair she explains how her addiction to cock was transformed to an addiction to Black Cock. Readers of The Sappho Trilogy might wish to embark on this novella, first.

An Ode to Sappho

"Well remembered are your almond-green eyes

Your high cheek-bones

And your cherry-like lips

Set into a pale visage

Beneath your heavy, auburn tresses:

These sit atop

Your small, firm and well-rounded breasts

Formed high above your flat belly, narrow waist and slender hips

Which skirt your depilated mound:

All afront

Your perfect ass with its easy and unfettered access:

And each is surmounted on

Long, slim and shapely legs adjoining tiny feet"

To you, Sappho, goes this Ultimate Salute

Prologue to The Sappho Trilogy

About Sappho’s Initiation is a well-crafted love story that brings a new dimension to erotic literature. The Novella is an anthology of the real events that led a beautiful young housewife and mother into the realms of submissiveness and an addiction to cock.

It ended in a sub-penthouse where four, young, Afro-Caribbean men were on Sappho; but the next time I saw her was in a photograph taken, and sent to me, by her husband who had shot it using a long-lens camera.

It showed Sappho looking radiant and strolling down a street flanked by two middle-eastern-looking gentlemen. Sappho was sun tanned and her long, auburn hair was wafting in the breeze and flowing, lazily, over her shoulders. She was magnificently bejewelled, carefully made-up and wearing a white, diaphanous dress but, this time, she wore flat court shoes.

What interested me were the handcuffs that manacled her to the two men. Beyond, her breasts were swollen and so was her belly.

About Sappho’s International Role describes how Sappho came to be in this condition. She recounted it shortly after her return to me and, in the course of her narrative, explained how a makeshift relationship had transformed her addiction from one form of cock to an addiction to Black cock.

She recalls this in About Sappho’s Interim Affair, which, like its precedents, will arouse men and women from all ages and social groups in many corners of the world.

For the record, Sappho is a young, North American housewife and mother of Greek descent who emerged from a state of naivety into an unparalleled level of sexual maturity under the mentoring and tutelage of a Guiding Master.

As well as her natural beauty, Sappho is intellectually astute, emotionally mature and spiritually aware; a more elegant, dignified, wise and compliant partner no man could wish for: she brings a perfect blend of responsiveness, assertiveness and submissiveness to her lovemaking.

All-in-all, Sappho is an icon but there’s nothing flamboyant about her: it’s all down to her radiance, natural poise, beauty and bearing. If anything, Sappho is understated and she does not take long to make up her mind.

Chapter One

En Route To The Island Idyll

The Private Jet was cruising at about 35 000 feet when the Black man entered the Executive Cabin. She’d never seen him until then.

They were on the second leg of the journey and were heading south east over the Mediterranean Sea towards their Island idyll in the Indian Ocean. Sappho was seated in a shell-chair opposite the General, the champagne had been served and one of the hostesses had been prepared for her other duties.

The Black man’s name was Baamu and he was completely naked as he emerged from behind the curtain, padded across the piled-silk carpets and made straight for her. He stood at about 6’5’’ and, whereas his musculature was impressive, it was what emerged from his groin that grabbed Sappho’s attention.

His phallus was circumcised and had the girth of a soft drink can; on the half-rise it was already beyond the length of a pint-sized beer bottle. Like him, it resembled a monument carved from polished ebony and it shone, like the rest of his body, in the pale sunlight coming in through the window.

At the end there was a cherry-coloured tip that was at least two inches long and it, too, glistened in the light but it exuded a sparkling bubble of pre-cum at the eye: the tip was about a foot away from Sappho and it was pointed at her face.

The objective was obvious: this was a test of Sappho’s mettle and the question was; how would she respond?

As usual, she exceeded all expectations and, simultaneously, outdid Baamu, but in such a way that he didn’t lose face. This is one of Sappho’s endearing characteristics and it’s why most persons love her.

Sappho’s long, auburn hair had been tied high on her head and she allowed the moment to stand whilst she took stock of the situation. Then, as she regarded the huge object in front of her, she gathered her thoughts and, without betraying any expression, gazed steadily at the cock before raising her eyes slowly along its length, then over the rest of Baamu’s body, taking-in his muscled abdomen, his triangular torso, his sportsman’s neck and then his shaved head. His face was a picture of lust and his mouth had an arrogant smirk that went well with the leer in his eyes.

There was no doubt in anyone’s mind as to his intentions and it seemed he relished putting fear into his sexual conquests. Sappho’s eyes locked onto his but she remained expressionless until she smiled and showed a surprising level of kindness and compassion: sentiments that flew in the face of the animal instincts exhibited before her.

Baamu had expected to induce an element of terror and was clearly taken aback by her serenity. However, it was when she raised her arms above her head and untied the straps that held in place the bodice over her breasts that he knew he’d failed.

The front of her dress fell down around her waist and there were gasps from both the men and the Stewardesses in the Cabin when her firm, round breasts were exposed and her nipples started to engorge.

Still, she remained calm and kept her eyes focused on Baamu and she watched as the lust evaporated from his eyes, how the smirk left his lips and changed to a respectful glow that exposed his large, white teeth.

In fact, this was the turning point in his regard for women and, simultaneously, it was also the moment when he started to fall in love with Sappho.

Now that Sappho had command of the situation she cupped his testicles and started to massage them, ever so tenderly, with an almost gossamer-like touch that drew an instant response from the Nubian. His scrotum tightened and his balls rose in their sheath; but she was not going to stimulate him to orgasm. She realised that was not the idea because the girl in the harness had been prepared for that.

All this while, Sappho had been gazing into Baamu’s eyes and smiling, but now, she parted her lips and showed the first glimpse of her own brilliant white teeth set against her bright red lipstick. Then she lowered her eyes and took them down his neck, through his torso and over his abdomen until she was looking, once again, directly at his priapus.

In the meantime, this thing had grown to an unimaginable size for something attached to a human being; but, there it was: the evidence was unmistakeable. It had to be over a foot long and at least 8 inches in circumference and, now, the cerise cap at the end was splayed wide-open and, in its eye, there was a great glob of slime that was starting to elongate.

Sappho focused on the eye; then extended her tongue and poked it into the gap. She heard Baamu suck in some air but she contented herself to play for a while by rotating her tongue at the point of the storm and caressing his balls. Then she raised her eyes, gazed into his, leaned forward, opened her mouth and took-in the whole helmet.

Looks and gasps were exchanged around the Cabin and Sappho knew she had won them over at a stroke but she was not finished. She moved her head backwards and forwards on this massive dong, sucking gently and swirling her tongue around and then slowly, she withdrew her lips towards the end and pursed them in the form of a kiss which cleaned off the clear jewel of pre-cum that had started to flow.

Baamu stepped back and his admiration was palpable. The man had been changed but he had a job to do and the tall, statuesque, blue eyed, blonde girl, already trussed up on the trapeze, was going to get the fucking of her life.

He started at her mouth and, at the same time, another of the Stewardesses, this time a tiny Oriental woman, began to prepare the Scandinavian beauty for anal penetration.

All of the Cabin Crew was female and, after the formal boarding and take off procedures had been met, they had routinely stripped nude except for their high heeled shoes. All of them had small tattoos at the base of their spine and were fitted with nipple rings. All were depilated and all were exemplars of beautiful,