Pleasure Island

by TG Haynes

  ‘They have to be over the age of 18, but other than that, not really.’

  ‘Consenting adults?’

  ‘Precisely.’

  ‘Moving on, how long have you been resident here?’

  Roxanna rubbed her chin thoughtfully. ‘Hmm, let me see. I purchased the island four years ago, but the house took the best part of 12 months to build, so around three years, I suppose.’

  ‘And you bought the island with the money that you’d made from your lingerie business?’

  ‘Pretty much.’

  ‘And you made your first million within a year of opening your first Regal store?’

  ‘More or less.’

  ‘So, what’s the secret to your success?’

  ‘I tried to remove the guilt from sex,’ Roxanna explained.

  ‘Guilt?’

  ‘Yes. C’mon, don’t tell me you don’t know people whose attitudes are still pretty Biblical when it comes to sex.’

  Nikki didn’t have to think too hard. A handful of former colleagues and associates immediately sprang to mind.

  ‘What I’m saying is, so long as it’s between consenting adults, where’s the harm in dressing up like a nurse, a burlesque girl, a pilot? Indulging in a bit of S&M, bondage or whatever, if you enjoy it?’

  ‘Do you think everyone should live like you do?’

  ‘No!’ Roxanna exclaimed. ‘I’m not saying that at all. I just get sick of this nudge-nudge, wink-wink, saucy picture-postcard attitude to sex back in the UK. Sex is such a beautiful act. Everyone loves sex, so why not acknowledge that rather than snigger and sneer at it? Why not educate people about it as much as possible and promote how pleasurable sex can be?’

  ‘Do you think that will ever happen?’

  ‘Not while we’ve still got so many politicians claiming to espouse traditional family values, while behind closed doors they’re shagging their secretaries, rent boys, each other and God only knows what else.’

  ‘You mean who,’ Nikki corrected.

  ‘I mean what.’

  ‘Oh.’ Nikki’s mind boggled. ‘So you’ve tried to create an element of sexual freedom here?’

  ‘Absolutely,’ Roxanna said. ‘I want both my staff and my guests to have the time of their lives. If it isn’t for them, they’re welcome to leave, but please don’t criticise me for the way I want to live. I don’t force my beliefs, attitudes, and values on anyone else and I don’t appreciate it when someone else tries to force theirs on me. Besides, you only live twice.’

  ‘You mean once.’

  ‘No, twice,’ Roxanna insisted. ‘Once until your heart’s broken, then you get a second chance.’

  This heartfelt comment piqued Nikki’s interest. ‘Who was he?’

  Roxanna looked out over the pool and, for a moment, became lost in the past. ‘That’s another story for another time.’

  Nikki was in two minds as to whether or not to press her for details. But she didn’t get the chance to decide, as a very distinctive voice hailed her and the princess from the direction of the palace, and they both looked over to find the Earl standing there. Dressed in a light blue Oxford shirt, cream trousers, and a pair of tan leather shoes, he looked every inch the classic English gentleman. As he approached them, he took off his designer sunglasses. His eyes immediately latched upon Nikki and roved up and down her bikini-clad body. He didn’t try to hide his admiration of her. Roxanna stood up and hugged him.

  ‘So,’ the princess said, ‘what brings you here, you dirty old scoundrel?’

  ‘I was rather hoping to catch up with a somewhat elusive girl who had the cheek to gatecrash my party, and who I believe is resident here this weekend.’

  Nikki had completely forgotten that she had essentially been an intruder at the Earl’s manor house.

  ‘And I can see that I’m in luck.’ He greeted her by taking her hand and bestowing the gentlest of kisses upon it.

  ‘I’m sorry – I hope you’ll forgive me,’ Nikki said.

  The Earl laughed. ‘My dear, I already have. Forgiven. However, not forgotten.’

  ‘I told you you’d made an impression,’ Roxanna said to Nikki.

  ‘Now, is it too early for champagne?’ he enquired.

  ‘I was just going to suggest a spot of lunch,’ Roxanna said.

  ‘An excellent idea. Ladies, may I have the honour?’

  As Nikki accepted the arm the Earl proffered and he escorted them both into the palace, she realised she had forgotten just how handsome he was. She knew that she would have to keep a very close eye on him.

  Chapter Eleven

  The Earl’s Proposal

  Lunch proved as sumptuous as the meal the night before. The chef had prepared a number of light fish dishes from the morning’s catch. Nikki opted for the crab. It was delicious.

  ‘All our seafood is caught locally,’ Roxanna informed her.

  ‘You really do have your own little slice of paradise going on here, don’t you?’

  ‘I like to think so,’ Roxanna replied.

  ‘And you, Ms Foster – what’s your idea of paradise?’ the Earl asked.

  His question caught Nikki rather off guard and she spent the remainder of lunch pondering it. She didn’t answer until after the meal was over and they were back outside by the pool. ‘Break back into journalism. Have enough money to be comfortable. Spend the rest of my life with someone I love.’

  The Earl didn’t seem overly impressed by her reply. ‘Pish-tish. Come, come, I’m sure you can do better than that. What about fame, wealth, fortune?’

  ‘What about them?’

  He laughed. ‘Don’t buy into this “money doesn’t buy you happiness” nonsense. Take it from me, being rich is everything it’s cracked up to be.’

  ‘I suppose I wouldn’t mind having a little, just to see what it’s like,’ Nikki admitted grudgingly.

  ‘It’s fabulous,’ the Earl enthused. ‘Just think, you never have to worry where the next penny is coming from, you can go on holiday whenever you want, buy a house wherever you want, have the cars of your dreams, second home …’

  ‘I’ve always fancied a nice little flat in the Cotswolds,’ Nikki mused.

  The Earl immediately latched on to her comment. ‘Flat? Forget that. I’d buy you a mansion.’

  ‘Why would you want to go and do something like that?’

  The Earl glanced across at Roxanna. ‘Hasn’t your host told you how I feel about you?’

  ‘She mentioned something about you quite liking me.’

  ‘Quite? Liking?’ The Earl looked offended. He knelt down beside Nikki’s sun lounger. ‘Nikki Foster, I am absolutely crazy about you. I’ve only ever felt like this once before.’

  ‘And that was a long time ago,’ Roxanna remarked, distractedly.

  Ignoring the princess’ curious interjection, Nikki regarded the Earl somewhat sceptically. ‘I bet you trot that line out to all the girls you meet.’

  ‘No,’ he hotly denied the accusation. ‘I genuinely mean it.’ He broke off and searched around for something in his pocket.

  ‘Don’t be so silly,’ Nikki said.

  The Earl withdrew his hand. In it, he now held a small jewellery box. He snapped the lid open. Nikki’s eyes widened. Inside it was the largest diamond engagement ring she had ever seen.

  ‘You can’t be serious.’

  ‘I would never toy with your affections,’ he declared, gallantly.

  ‘But I barely know you.’

  ‘Nor I you. Even so, I think you’re the most incredible girl I’ve ever met and I would very much like to get to know you better.’

  Nikki’s head was swimming. She couldn’t take it all in. While every sensible fibre of her being told her that to accept the Earl’s offer would be a glaring mistake, a tiny part of her was tempted.

  Sensing her hesitation, the Earl continued to press her. ‘Ah, I see why you’re reluctant. It’s this place, isn’t it? It’s corrupted you. After all of the fine male specimens you’ve been treat
ed to since arriving here, you’re wondering if I have what it takes in the trouser department? A reasonable enough concern, so please, allow me to show you.’

  To Nikki’s surprise, he began to strip off right in front of her. She told him it really wasn’t necessary but didn’t manage to convince him – or herself for that matter – that she really meant it. He discarded his shirt, shoes, and trousers, which left him standing there in just his briefs.

  Although she tried to look elsewhere, Nikki found her eyes drawn to his crotch and the extremely large bulge that had appeared there. As he whipped off his underwear, Nikki goggled. Confronting her was the biggest cock that she had ever seen in her life: it must have been at least ten inches long. The Earl had a rather smug look upon his face.

  ‘You can touch it if you like,’ he said. ‘I promise it won’t bite.’

  Almost instinctively, Nikki found herself reaching out towards it. The huge cock twitched, as if to meet her fingers, and … at the very last second, she withdrew her hand and turned away.

  ‘What am I doing?’ she muttered to herself.

  ‘Are you all right, Nikki?’ Roxanna asked.

  Nikki rounded on them both. ‘No, he’s right, this place has corrupted me.’ She jumped up off the lounger and ran off into the jungle.

  ‘Don’t worry, she’ll be fine,’ the Earl said. ‘And besides –’ he pointed at his cock ‘– you’re not going to let this go to waste, are you?’

  Ignoring him, Roxanna buzzed Matt, told him what had happened, and asked him to go after her troubled guest.

  Nikki ran blindly. Her mind was in turmoil. She struggled to think straight. Was the Earl joking? He had to be. Surely he was teasing her? Surely it was all just part and parcel of a cruel joke? Yet, what if he wasn’t? He seemed sincere enough.

  As her legs started to tire, she slowed to a walking pace. She realised she had inadvertently taken the path that led directly down to the beach. As she walked along the shoreline, she picked up the odd stone and skimmed it across the surface of the sea.

  Now that she had started to calm down, she realised what it was that was bothering her so much. It was Matt. From the first night she had met him at the Earl’s manor house, she had fancied him. Even before she had arrived on the island, Nikki had hoped that something might happen between them; however, she had assumed it would only be some kind of holiday romance. She’d had no idea that she would develop feelings for him so quickly. Feelings that he appeared to share. So why on earth was she so perturbed by the Earl’s offer? Sadly, she realised why all too well. She tried to convince herself that it was only the prospect of financial security that was tempting her, but her subconscious betrayed her and threw up a picture of his cock. She gave herself a mental slap on the wrist to try to dismiss the image, but it didn’t disappear so easily; it was such a fantastic specimen. For a split second, a vision flashed across her mind’s eye.

  What if she had answered differently earlier? She was fairly sure that the Earl would have fucked her there and then. She would have bent over the sun lounger, just as Zach had done, and begged him to take her from behind.

  Nikki shut her eyes momentarily as she envisaged the Earl sinking his huge length into her pussy. Doggy style, it would feel even bigger. She wondered if she would be able to take it all – it was so large. Would he prove a gentle lover? Nikki doubted it, given his manner. Ignoring etiquette, he’d no doubt fuck the arse off her until she gasped for more. And he wouldn’t be satisfied with just doggy-style sex: he’d want to take her in as many positions as possible. With a cock that size, Nikki had no doubt that sex with him would induce a multiple orgasm. Perhaps he’d finger her arse as he fucked her. Perhaps he’d want to slip his cock into her anus too. Even though she knew she wouldn’t be able to take it, she couldn’t stop herself from conjuring up a vision of the Earl lubing her up, then squeezing the tip of his cock into her bum. And what if she could take it? All ten inches, up to the hilt? Once again, she tried her best to dispel the image.

  Hearing a noise nearby, Nikki dodged back into the tree line. The last thing she wanted at that moment was company. She heard another sound but, glancing around, she couldn’t see anyone. A soft sigh whispered on the breeze. Cautiously, she ventured in the direction the noise had come from. As she made her way through the undergrowth, the faint noises grew louder. Pushing a large leaf to one side, she found herself on the edge of a secluded glade. The scene in front of her caused her to halt in her tracks.

  Celine was lying on a large beach towel, wearing a one-piece bathing costume. Greg and Dylan were on either side of her. Roxanna’s two servants were massaging and kissing the redhead’s body. Nikki allowed the leaf to fall back into place so as not to be seen, but she felt compelled to watch.

  Peering through a gap in the foliage, Nikki saw Dylan take hold of the straps on Celine’s swimsuit and unhook them to expose her breasts. Greedily, he took Celine’s left nipple in his mouth while Greg concentrated on her right one. As they kissed and licked at her tits, she slipped out of the costume and muttered something Nikki didn’t quite catch, though she was able to guess what had been said for, the next instant, both Greg and Dylan stood up and shed their clothing.

  Once naked, they rejoined Celine on the towel and resumed kissing her. Almost simultaneously, they reached for the “V” between her legs. Their fingers met just above the entrance to her pussy. Celine shivered delightedly as Greg stroked her clit and Dylan teased his middle finger into her. Revelling in their attentions, the redhead looked lost in the moment. As their fingers worked away, the men continued to kiss various parts of her body: the palms of her hands, her wrists, her neck, her breasts, her stomach, her hips, her thighs …

  Nikki was aware that her pulse had begun to beat faster as she watched the arousing scene. The tiny little devil tucked away in the innermost part of her mind urged her to go and join in the fun, but she fought hard to curb her desire. Though she refrained from gatecrashing the threesome, she found it impossible to tear her gaze away.

  Celine looked to be on the verge of orgasm as Greg rubbed her clitoris ever more vigorously. Her body tensed. She moaned as she came, the two boys easing off to allow her to enjoy her climax to the full.

  Once it had subsided, the redhead sat up and kissed them both, first Greg and then Dylan. While doing so, she played with their shafts. Taking one in each hand, she began to work them expertly. It wasn’t long before she had two extremely excited cocks at her mercy and, positioning herself on all fours, she kissed each one in turn. Whether it was at her prompting or on their own initiative Nikki couldn’t tell, but the next moment, the two men kissed one another.

  Nikki found the sight highly erotic. Instinctively, she stroked her pussy with a forefinger and closed her eyes. Forcing herself to behave, with great self-control, she withdrew her hand.

  When she reopened her eyes, she saw that Greg was now kneeling behind Celine, his cock poised at her pussy opening, while Dylan knelt in front of her. Arching her neck, Celine clamped her lips around Dylan’s cock. Greg then slipped his prick inside her; she tensed slightly as she adjusted to his presence and he placed his hands on her hips. She eased herself back until the cheeks of her bottom snugly nestled into his groin. He took the hint and began to work his cock in and out of her. It was clear that she loved to be fucked doggy style, for in no time at all, she was squirming around in the throes of another orgasm. Nikki was convinced that she could see the girl’s come glistening on the shaft of Greg’s penis as it slid in and out of her cunt.

  All the while, Celine had continued to pleasure Dylan with her mouth, but now she let his cock slip out of it and looked up at him. Dylan glanced down at her. Celine then kissed his cock until it exploded all over her chin. Taking it back between her lips, she swallowed what she could of his spunk, revelling in the taste. Not wishing to be left out, Greg quickened his thrusts. He grasped Celine’s arse tightly in both hands and let out a scream of pure lust as he came. The redhead closed her eyes, lo
st in a world of sheer, unadulterated bliss.

  When Greg finally withdrew from her, Celine collapsed on the towel and laughed gaily. Her two lovers lay down, one on either side of her, and the three took it in turns to kiss, their hands gently exploring one another’s bodies. Finally, Nikki dragged herself away from the scene. Upon turning around she jumped, startled, as she found herself in Matt’s arms.

  ‘Are you OK?’ he asked.

  Fire blazed deep within Nikki’s eyes. ‘Take me.’

  ‘What?’

  ‘Here. Now.’ Nikki grabbed the front of Matt’s shorts and massaged his cock through the skimpy material.

  Matt tried to stop her, but found she wasn’t easily dissuaded. ‘Please. Not here, not like this.’ He pulled away from her.

  Nikki felt a mixture of anger and frustration as he rebuffed her request. Tearing off her bikini top, she struck a provocative pose. ‘What’s wrong? Aren’t I good enough for you?’

  Clearly the comment hurt him, but he stayed silent, refusing to rise to the bait. Gradually, her temper began to cool and she felt vaguely foolish. Bending down, Matt retrieved her top and handed it back to her. She nodded her thanks and put it back on.

  Once she was dressed, Nikki thanked him. ‘I’m sorry. It’s this place,’ she explained.

  ‘I know,’ Matt said.

  ‘It gets to you.’

  ‘It can do.’

  ‘Not always in a bad way,’ she added. ‘On other occasions it feels quite liberating.’

  ‘Why do you think I work here?’

  ‘But you don’t allow yourself to get caught up in it.’

  ‘True. But then I think that can be just as big a turn-on. To face constant temptation and not give in to it can be exciting, and it tells you something about yourself too.’

  Nikki brushed her lips against his fingers and nuzzled them. ‘Forgive a daft young girl?’

  ‘There’s nothing to forgive.’

  Matt clasped her in his arms, they kissed, and she felt much more at ease with the world. Taking her by the hand, he led her down to the beach and they strolled along the seashore. Experimentally, she leant her head against his shoulder. She decided that it felt really good, and not just because they happened to have found themselves in such a romantic setting. Nearly everything that Matt said to her made sense.