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Chapter 1: prelude
Barbara was smiling happily while packing her suitcases. Her business mission had been a success, and now, as an added bonus, she could look forward to an unexpected business stay – but in fact a vacation – deep inside the Amazonian rainforest. Thanks to Robert, she thought, and Kimiko.
She had inherited Robert from Kimiko, the svelte Japanese girl who had been her predecessor in the post of Business Development Manager for South America. Robert was her bigger client, but, as Kimiko had added giggling over coffee in Barbara's office, something more.
"We spent half the time in bed. Honey, he is gorgeous, and one of the best lovers I have ever had! He is wicked, and has a wicked imagination…. I could tell you many things, but I'd rather you discover him on your own. Much more fun!"
Kimiko, like Barbara, was married, but both had quickly discovered that they were birds of a feather, in their business acumen and in their liberated sexual ways, and had freely shared all their secrets of adultery and debauchery. She would miss her, now that she was going to join the firm's headquarters in California.
"I like the sound of this, a great client and a great lover rolled into one! Will he try to seduce me, or should I show myself available?"
"He will try to seduce you….. heck, I am not going to tell him there is no need to push too hard! It will be fun for you, to dance the dance with him."
"There IS a need to push hard, darling! As hard as possible…. All the way in!" And they had both collapsed in a fit of laughter.
Her first visit to Robert had been in his office, and she had dressed very carefully for the occasion. It was before lunch time, and she had been wearing a short, but not too short, skirt, with a tiny thong underneath; a blouse, conservative and not too see through, but unbuttoned a bit more than might have been expected (on the other hand, Rio de Janeiro was hot!), with a flimsy and sexy bra underneath. High heel sandals, an anklet, and a pendant with a cross coyly pointing at her cleavage completed the picture. Robert was as handsome as Kimiko had promised: tall, lean and fit, with unruly raven black hair and piercing blue eyes, dressed in a white shirt with no tie, chinos and suede shoes. They had got on from the start.
They had flirted over lunch, but, contrary to Kimiko's expectations, the dance had been short. Perhaps they both read the eagerness in each other too easily; whatever the reason, walking to her hotel and taking the lift to her bedroom had seemed the obvious and natural thing to do. Within a couple of minutes of closing the bedroom door they were both naked, rolling on the bed, their hands eagerly exploring.
Perhaps because of the unexpected shortness of the seduction dance, she had felt the need to be extra naughty. He was caressing her shaven mound, when she pick up the telephone. He looked at her, a questioning look on his face.
"A call to my husband: I like to reassure him that I am safe. You go on, pleasure me." And she started dialling, smiling at him.
He smiled broadly, and kept stimulating her with his fingers, his erect penis brushing against her thigh. She smiled and talked into the handset.
"Honey? It's me. Yes. I am fine…. Terribly hot over here. And humid….. I had my first meeting, I felt sleepy. Thanks God I can rest now." She looked at Robert, and opened her legs, invitingly. "Yes. God, I miss you so much." She slid to the edge of the bed and pointed silently at her pussy. Robert understood, knelt between her legs, and brushed against her labia with the tip of his penis. She pushed against him, still talking and smiling. "Yes. I miss the kids too. She is there? No, don't worry, I will ring again tomorrow." He was inside her now, and her legs crossed behind his back, pulling him in. "Yes, another three days." He was huge inside her, his face looked tense….. she contracted her vaginal muscles, teasing him, squeezing him. "Yes. I love you so much, honey." That did it – hearing her say that to her husband, while his penis was inside her, pushed him over the edge, and he spurted inside her, again and again. Her eyes were closed, she was biting her lips, and she started climaxing too. Amazingly, she was still talking to her husband in a calm, controlled voices, in sharp and erotic contrast to the wild contractions of her vagina. "Yes, I can't wait to be with you. OK, you take care, my love. Give my love to the kids. Bye."
She replaced the handset and they both burst out laughing, then kissed passionately, their hands roaming, teasing.
"You re a marvellous, beautiful, and wicked woman."
"Thanks. God, I loved this……. It made it all so much more exciting."
"Yes! I loved it too, being inside you while you were telling him you love him. That's what made me lose control."
She smile, slowly massaging his penis. "I love doing that. It makes my adultery more wicked and so more exciting." She paused. "That's why I always wear my wedding ring, and my cross, when having sex with a lover."
He laughed. "Religious girl, are you?" he teased.
"You must know the Commandments if you want to break them for kicks."
"Have you broken them all?" He started teasing her clit, and kissed her nipples, first one, then the other.
"Sadly, not. The first, yes – I worship Pleasure. The second too…… I love idols, especially a man's hard cock." She caressed him.
He laughed. "What else?"
"Let's see. Third, yes: I call the names of God and Jesus when I climax. Fourth too, I had sex with lovers on a Sunday. Fifth: I turned out the opposite of what my parents would have wished – sexy, shameless, selfish, wicked."
"You are saying them in the wrong order."
"Who gives a fuck. Let me finish." She teased his prick more, loving his response and his finger play around her clit. "Sixth, about stealing: yes, other women's boyfriends or husbands. Seventh, sadly not: I have never killed anyone. Eight yes, I lie left, right and centre. Adultery, oh God, of course!!!! And finally yes, I covet – men, pleasure."
One of his fingers slipped inside her. "You said that, SADLY you have never killed anyone. He stressed the adverb, questioningly.
She sighed. "Yes and no. I hunt, and I kill animals, and I find it arousing. And I have had two abortions, which to us Catholics is killing. But I have never killed in the normal sense."
"And that makes you sad." His finger play was more urgent.
She sighed, her nipples hard, her pussy wet. "I told you, I am a wicked woman. In my fantasies, I am a sadist."
"Only in your fantasies? Pity" He was now masturbating her steadily.
"Pity?" Her time to sound questioning, now. She needed him inside her again, he was so big. Almost reading her mind, he moved, and positioned himself between her legs. He teased her entrance.
"Yes. I am a sadist too…. I enjoy inflicting pain. Tell me the truth now. Think of the pain your husband would feel if he found out that you were fucking a lover while you were saying I love You to him. Does the thought turn you on?"
"You – are – terrible." She was starting to shake. "Yes, damn you. Yes. Yes."
"What other fantasies turn you on? Tell me." He was fucking her hard now, powerful, long thrusts.
"All of them. God. Yes. Rape. Torture. Burning her clit….. aaaaahhhhhhhh" She screamed, and they both climaxed again.
Afterwards, they smoke a cigarette, passing them from one to the other. A joint, which he had provided.
"Ever thought of turning them into action? Your fantasies."
"Yes. But I haven't. Not because of moral scruples, fuck it, I would do anything to pleasure myself. But getting away with my fantasies…… abduction, rape, torture, killings….. not easy in practice. I could have done it in Nazi Germany, but in Britain? No way. Better keep them for self pleasure…. Or to give some kicks to a like minded lover." She squeezed his penis playfully.
"We are not in Britain here, and my land is far in the interior, remote…. What about if I could help you turn some of your fantasies into reality? In full safety for you."
"Jesus, I would love that. Tell me more."
"You might decide not to take part when you hear or see the details."
"Don't worry. If I refuse to take part in a secret, it still is a secret."
"I trust you. Anyway – you are here on business. To help your firm advise me on how to increase my wealth, and their charges on my investments."
"Yes."
"Wealth based on land depends on what you do with the land. And what we can do here, in the Amazon basin, depends on how free the land is. Free of inhabitants."
"Go on. I like the sound of this, as a businesswoman and as a woman."
"Freeing the land can be done in many ways. Through legal process. Through bribery. Or through violence – which can be quick and sharp…. Or deliciously slow."
"No need to say more. I can tell you this – all that my firm cares about is that you stay rich and become richer. How you do it is your choice, provided we are out of trouble and we are rewarded for our advice and services, if and when you use them. Clear enough?"
"Very clear. So, how about this – I will show you some of our…. Investment techniques. It will take a week, more or less. You tell your firm that, no more details – they will be smart enough not to ask too many questions. Your predecessor never showed any interest and never asked, but I am sure they made some educated guesses. You tell your husband that you have to inspect land investments; that will be enough. Sounds feasible?"
"Yes. Now come here and fuck me, and we'll talk about the details later."
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