Sex Holiday: Endless Pleasure

By Jasinda Geller

"I had never been with a girl this young. To me, every part of her body begged to be pleased and tasted. I had slipped into a dark memory that I had suppressed most of my life. I wanted to posses her. Use her for my pleasure. Keri was ticklish on her feet, above her knees and on her sides. I untied her gag and blindfolded her with it.

My body couldn't wait any longer for her touch. It was time to test her."

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• Language: English
• Publisher: Jasinda Geller
• Release date: Jan 19, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005992255

Jasinda Geller

I am a middle aged woman who loves reading and writing erotica. Erotica just gives me a sense of liberation like nothing else. I hope you enjoy my writing. Do leave reviews after reading my writings. Thank you in advance

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Sex Holiday: Endless Pleasure

By Jasinda Geller

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All characters depicted in this work of fiction are at least 18 years old or above. Names, characters, business, events and incidents are the products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

Contents

Chapter 1: The Dark Side

Chapter 2: Start of the Harem

Chapter 3: Penning a Note

Chapter 4: The Approval

Chapter 5: Endless Sex

Chapter 6: Sex Holiday

Chapter 7: A Let Down

Chapter 8: Her Secret

Chapter 9: The Gift

Chapter 10: The Goodbyes

Chapter 11: Difficult Truths

Chapter 12: The Fish Ponds

Chapter 1: The Dark Side

Prolog

A couple of years ago, I fell hard for an aging, beautiful, intelligent, blond stripper, named Gina. I didn't see her as a stripper. She was a woman that I wanted to get to know outside the bar scene, be her friend and maybe even her lover. Sounds pathetic but it was true. She said all the right things to string me along. She accepted my gifts, gave all of her body and lips to me at bar but broke all our outside dates. I quit going to the bar on the nights she worked. Seeing her was too rough on me. Gina had her life well ordered; she did not need any disruption from my friendship; and she got enough attention from her numerous drooling, young, studly admirers. She didn't need any attention from a much older man.

Three months ago, a mutual friend told me that Gina had disappeared into the small, rich, mid-East island country of Albai. Seems the Sultan's thirty-five-year-old son, Prince Tulan, had taken a fancy to her and invited her to visit him for a wonderful vacation. Showing infinitely bad judgment, she had gone.

Now, I needed to prove my judgment could be as bad as Gina's. I was bored, financially well off and had never been to Albai. I decided to go look for her and started by calling in some old markers from my many years as a Siemens' executive. My B.S. in Electronics, MBA and five years running a design and manufacturing operation for utility control equipment helped. Soon, I had a cover and a reason to meet Tulan. My study uncovered that he was very powerful, was quick to use all his power and was known to have a sadistic side, especially with women. I definitely wasn't proud of it but I had briefly embraced that dark side in Viet Nam forty years ago.

Showing the Dark Side

Unexpectedly, a long white custom Mercedes limousine was waiting on the tarmac when my plane touched down in Albai at 9 a.m. Plans had been changed; I would be staying at one of Prince Tulan's villas. All my hotel reservations and in town meetings had been canceled. Tulan did not want to waste time traveling or be inconvenienced by strange surroundings while we discussed his elaborate plans to bring healthy running water and electricity to all the homes in his country. He even wanted personal control of the central automation and management of those utilities. My suite was lavish; a lunch for one was already waiting. A note said to be prepared; I would be summoned at the Prince's convenience.

A little before one, I was ushered into Tulan's massive, windowed office. A black African girl of about 18 knelt at his feet. She had obviously displeased him. He slapped her hard. Tulan grabbed her hair and pulled her over backward as he walked toward me. She fell clumsily and hard. To Tulan, she was trash, dumped on the floor and already forgotten. He knew I had watched. Without making eye contact, he bypassed any greeting, You do not approve of my actions, Mr. Carter.

To the contrary, Your Highness. I was admiring how you restrained your anger and disciplined the young female. She is lovely and desirable. With your strong hand, she may learn to please you. His deep, evil black eyes looked straight at me, trying hard to decide if I were just trying to cater to him.

What does a Westerner know of such things? Westerners do not know how to control their women. Your women laugh at you and disrespect you.

I knew this was my first test and I had to pull this off. Your Highness rightfully has absolute control in His country. You own that beautiful girl. It is her place to serve and surrender to you. You can punish her as severely and as painfully as you please. You are correct, in the West, we men have lost most of the control we should exercise over our women. However, there are some western men and women who know their proper roles and understand the pleasures of dominance and submission.

I doubt that, Mr. Carter, maybe, we'll have time to see what you know. Now let's work on the utilities for my country.

Tulan was educated, smart and well informed. He gave me a run for my money. He must have liked that I tried to respectfully direct him, not just cow down to whatever he said. Finally, he quit trying to direct and resorted to asking me how to accomplish specific tasks. After just three hours, we had made remarkable progress. The wonders of a monarchy. No committees or consensus votes were required.

I did not know we were finished, but Prince Tulan advised me that he would send for me daily until we had a detailed action plan. A well-dressed man materialized and pulled my chair back. Without a goodbye, I was ushered back to my room and advised to dress for dinner at eight. A bath and an hour or so of rest was most welcomed.

Dinner was a wonderful affair. There were many Albai officials, lower level royals, visiting diplomats and sales people from all over the world. Tulan, his father and direct family did not attend. At ten I returned to my room. The black girl from Tulan's office was tied tightly and laying on the floor beside my bed. She was fully dressed.

My second test was beginning. I wondered if Tulan had cameras in my room or would be satisfied with this girl's detailed report tomorrow.

She wouldn't tell me her name; I decided to call this gift, Keri. She was a lucky girl, wearing stockings. Stockings are so much softer to be tied and gagged with, than the ¾ inch, heavy hemp rope currently biting into the flesh of her body. Her shoes, stockings and panties slipped off without much resistance. She squirmed to get away when I rubbed the pretty, puffy, hairless, naked camel toe nestling at the top of her legs.

The massive bed had short fat posts at the foot and tall fat posts at the head. I gagged my entertainment with one stocking, stood her and tied her neck to a tall bedpost with the other. Compassion demanded that the ugly, scratchy hemp ropes be loosed from her hands. She wasn't real bright. As soon as one hand was free, she swung at my head, missing. I grabbed her wrist roughly with my left hand and slapped her with my open right hand, then backhanded her hard for emphasis. Her knees buckled slightly. Now she held her free arm limply. I retied it behind her with the rough hemp rope.

Leaving her hands tied, I untied all the rope from the rest of her body. For the next hour, I undressed her and played with her freshly bathed body. Keri fought not to respond. Still her hips jutted forward without her permission when I slipped a finger into her and rubbed her clit with my thumb. Three times I worked her close to orgasm but backed off all three times. The last time, she groaned.

Her cunt was very wet, swollen and open; her body was not a stranger to sex. She was not a virgin. In fact her cunt was rather large and a few stretch marks witnessed she had delivered at least one child. I untied her neck, laid her on her back and tied her ankles to the short posts at the foot of the bed. Her legs were pulled open as wide as they would go. My pet squirmed in some pain, laying on her tied hands hurt her.

Do you speak English? Her eyes said she understood but she did not respond. I grabbed a nipple and twisted it. Do you speak English? I squeezed sharply. She winced and nodded, Yes. I kissed the violated nipple gently, sucked and licked it. It is better when you don't resist, isn't it? She nodded, but had not surrendered.

I had never been with a girl this young. To me, every part of her body begged to be pleased and tasted. I had slipped into a dark memory that I had suppressed most of my life. I wanted to posses her. Force her to cum when I said. Use her for my pleasure. This minute, I really wanted to push my dick down her throat but did not know if she could be trusted. It would be fun to test her and take my time enjoying her body. Keri was ticklish on her feet, above her knees and on her sides. I untied her gag and blindfolded her with it. Her toes, bellybutton, nipples, ears, armpits, thighs, neck and ears were delicious. Her body warmed and flushed. As my lips closed over her clit, her body again began to betray her mind and anger.

My body couldn't wait any longer for her touch. It was time to test her. I walked around the bed, picked up an inch-and-a-half wide candle from the mantel and knelt behind her head and covered eyes. I opened her mouth with my hand and pressed the candle pass her lips. My little Keri immediately sunk her teeth deep into the candle. Instantly, she knew she had been tricked, had made a horrible mistake and would have a big price to pay. She relaxed her mouth.

Grabbing her hair, I ripped her blindfold away so she could see my anger, Can't you understand that unless you please me, I'll keep hurting you? I could tare your skin. Kill you. I forced her mouth open again and pushed the candle down her throat. Her eyes bulged; she gagged and struggled to breathe. As her eyes started to roll back from lack of oxygen, I pulled the candle dripping from her throat and moved off to the foot of the bed. I roughly grabbed Keri by the hair and pulled her off the foot of the bed, sprawling her face down on to the floor with her legs still tied wide. Keri hit the floor hard; her breast flattened against the carpet and her body was arched unnaturally backward. I picked up a loop of the hemp rope, doubled it and hit her hard across the ass. About twenty more lashes ranged from the back of her knees to her shoulders. The anger inside me worried me. I was swinging as hard as I could. I wound down. She sobbed. Welts were already swelling across her chocolate back. Now, I would make her submit. I would make her body betray her.

I knelt to her side and pushed three fingers into her cunt and began to stroke her G-spot. My fingers went in very easily. At least some of this abuse was turning her on. I wondered how far she would stretch. I had always wanted to fist a woman. She was wet enough and turned on enough. I left her wondering what was going to happen and went to retrieve the body oil I had seen in the bathroom.

After returning, I bent and kissed her pouty good tasting cunt, licked her asshole and put my now oiled fingers between her spread legs. My hands are not large but were big enough to hurt her. Pointing four fingers and thumb together, I began a firm rhythm of pressure against her tightness. Keri started to complain but thought better of it. Her body began to open for my hand. I increased the pressure with each push. When my knuckles stuck, I felt Keri help push. In two