“Better yet!” she gasped. “I'll fuck you!”
She lowered her body, slowly impaling herself upon the plum-shaped tip of his straining penis, allowing it to slip into her hole while the lips around it rippled in nibbling, sucking motions.
“See my heated orifice greedily mouth your fine shaft! Se how the lips tighten about its hardness, nursing its girth! I'll wager you never stuck your sword in such a lively scabbard before, eh!”
For reply, Ignacio thrust his hip upward – shoving his aching member deeper into the warm wetness that engulfed his rigidity – bringing the lust up from his heavy dangling balls and sending it rising steadily toward the tip of his organ now slithering sensually back and forth in her yielding prison of delightful sensation. She began riding up and down upon the full length of his trembling shaft and the lust rose faster toward the final explosion so near.
“Wait a moment!” he begged. “Stop moving like that! I want to make this last longer!”
“I can't!” she grunted, now rapidly bouncing her tight-lipped cunt up and down his expanding penis in a frenzied tempo. “I'm coming! I'm coming!”
His juices erupted into her as she emitted a high, shuddering wail of pleasure and they strained at each other in the spasm that followed spasm of orgasms mutually reached and experienced with a madness of brief tension.
No sooner had his climax subsided than Ignacio forced her upon her back – still held between her thighs since her legs yet clutched him firmly – and continued thrusting himself powerfully in and out of the nibbling lips that plucked and sucked at his member's roiling length.
“Ooh… Ooh!” she grunted throatily. “Ooh… that's good! Don't stop it! Ooh… ooh… OOH! Faster now! That's it! Oh, don't stop that pace! I love the brutal feel of that rammer stabbing like th-that! Ooh… Ooh! God, you're getting bigger and harder with each lunge you -” Again her chatter dissolved into a bubbling flood of sounds and noises that were more animal than human. And she shrieked louder and louder this gibberish until she was wailing like any banshee – against the shouts of lustful joy and triumph Ignacio bellowed as his penis once more filled to the tip with rising juices that went shooting into her with spasmic force.
Exhausted to a trembling weakness, they rolled apart and gasped for air for long moments until their breathing finally returned to normal. Then she propped herself up on an elbow, smirking down at him with pleased eyes.
“Oh, I look forward to many more times in bed with you, wonderful lover!” she cooed lustfully. “Yes, I must have you many times more!”
“Perhaps, my lady.”
She frowned. “What do you mean 'perhaps'? You will obey orders or suffer terrible consequences! Don't you understand that?”
He nodded, smiling faintly.
“That's what I mean, my lady.”
CHAPTER VIII
Oblivious of the grease dribbling into his beard, the Greek gnawed at the roasted leg of lamb he held in both hands as his strong white teeth ripped and tore at the succulent meat.
“I understand,” he said between mouthfuls of lamb, “that you wish to make a report.”
Ignacio nodded. “Yes, my lord. You ordered me to report any visitors that your – that the woman, Maria, might entertain.”
“Yes?” The Greek grinned as he chewed vigorously.
“I must report that she ordered me to visit her.” Sweat beaded Ignacio's face. “I must mention, too, sire, that you ordered me to obey any order she might give me. So I was obeying your orders when I obeyed her demands.”
“Quite true.” The Greek tossed the half-eaten meat to the table. “You can relax and stop perspiring with fear. You are in no danger, having merely obeyed my original order and now dutifully reporting to me as instructed. Sit down.”
Ignacio collapsed into a chair, wiping his face with the back of his sleeve.
“Now,” said the Greek leaning forward. “While it may seem exceedingly vulgar of me, I should like to hear some indelicate detail that will prove to me that you are not lying.”
“I'm not lying, my lord! She ordered me to sleep with her! That's the truth!”
“Possibly. But what can you tell me about her that will dispel my doubts entirely? What lurid detail will you divulge that will convince me of her guilt? Surely an experience like that must have made some impression upon you, lad.”
Ignacio thought hard. Then his face brightened.
“There is one thing, my lord,” he said.
“And that thing?”
“Her cunt, sire! I've never seen a cunt behave as that one did! A veritable mouth of a cunt, my lord! Its lips were similar to the lips of any ordinary human mouth! Why, she could even make it produce kissing motions and sounds!”
The Greek roared with appreciative laughter.
“This is the God's own truth, my lord!” Ignacio protested. “And if you've ever -” His words died in his throat as he realized how bold the statement was that he had almost hurled at his master.
“Marvelous!” laughed the Greek. “Truly marvelous, that you had the courage to mention that particular detail! Yes, I now believe you. Entirely. Because yes, that very detail is what enchanted me with the disloyal little bitch in the first place!”
“Thank you, my lord.”
“You've just passed a difficult test in coming to report to me. A test that proves I wasn't wrong in thinking that you might indeed be loyal enough to entrust with a highly important piece of work.” The Greek eyed Ignacio intently. Gesturing to the middle-aged male servant standing nearby who left the chamber immediately, he lowered his voice. “I am about to share the details of a plan so important that my entire empire – and much more in fact – depends upon your understanding, your alertness and your absolute secrecy in the matter.”
“My mouth is sealed, my lord.”
“It had better be. One careless word and you are as good as dead, lad. On the other hand, if you do exactly as you are told – I shall reward you handsomely. Your reward will exceed any of your wildest daydreams.”
“I shall be mute, sire.”
“Good. Then -” the Greek rose and went to a nearby cabinet from which he took a large map and returning to the table, swept the food and dishes noisily to the floor, spreading the map upon the table's top. “- I shall begin familiarizing you with a certain coastal area and some rather unique caves that are found there!”
I listened with great interest as the Greek began explaining his plan. It seemed that he was planning to descend with Bullpole into a sea-cave that was located at the edge of the ocean and could be safely entered only at low-tide. Together, he and Bullpole would go down into the cavern via a strong rope-ladder. Ignacio would be stationed at the top of the ladder where it would be securely fastened to some rocks.
Upon a signal of the shouted word “Now!” from the Greek, Ignacio would begin hauling up the ladder immediately. This required his strength since the Greek would be climbing the ladder while Ignacio was hoisting it, hand over hand. Lastly, Ignacio would help the Greek through the opening to the subterranean cavern and push a heavy boulder over that opening – blocking it.
Twice the Greek slowly repeated the entire procedure, repeating it word for word and studying Ignacio's face. Then he requested Ignacio to recite the procedure which he did – flawlessly repeating it word-perfect to the Greek's pleased satisfaction.
“Splendid, lad!” he said clapping Ignacio across the shoulderblades. “You understand what is expected of you perfectly! Just be sure you neither falter nor drop that ladder once I'm aboard it and climbing as swiftly as I can!”
“I won't fail,” Ignacio assured him. “I'm strong enough to pull it up with you riding it, my lord.” “I'm sure you are.” “You can count upon me, sire.”