"Summer in Paradise" by Fox
Chapter 17
The guard checked the monitor before rising from his chair. A woman,
nurse's cap astride her crown of hair, was clearly captured by the security
camera perched above the front door to the ranch house. The chair rollers
squeaked as he lifted his bulk from behind the desk and strutted to the doorway.
Cassandra's silky housecoat flashed open, briefly exposing her naked
smoothness as she raised a finger, conspiratorially, to her lips. The guard
smiled his agreement, and nodded. Cassandra touched the finger to his lips and
blew past him into the house.
He watched the sway of her buttocks as she glided down the hallway to
the Captain's office. Licking his lips, the guard turned back to his post.
The click clack of shoes on the ceramic tiled hallway alerted the
Captain to his visitor's arrival. He glanced at the clock on the wall - 11:15 -
then at the monitor showing a woman scurrying down the hallway toward his door.
The nurse, with her delicious body and expert mouth, was on time as usual.
Returning to the papers scattered across his desk, the Captain smiled with
pleasure. According to the weekly reports, the island's business - smuggling,
drug running, and even some legitimate dealings - was very good. When business
was good, his wealth grew. Not just the money that Angelita knew about, the
family money that came with running the island, his private wealth too. He
chuckled at how easy it was to cheat on Angelita - with money, and with pussy.
He let her have her fun and games with the women, he had them too.
The singing board in the doorframe signaled the arrival of his guest.
The captain looked up.
Cassandra smiled as cat-like, she walked toward him.
She threw the nurse's cap into the corner, and shrugged the silk
covering from one shoulder.
"Well, this is a surprise," exclaimed the Captain.
Cassandra purred her reply. "Hello handsome".
Her hips moved like mercury as she slinked around the desk. The Captain
turned his chair to continue facing her. Cassandra placed her hands on the
Captain's chest, and pushed.
The leather office chair rolled back.
She shrugged the gown from her other shoulder, and stepped across his
lap. The silk slid down her arms, exposing her breasts.
The Captain raised his hands. Taking his wrists, she placed his hands
against her rounded flesh. Throwing her head back, baring her teeth, she sank
down to straddle his lap. He could feel the heat of her molten core through his
trousers.
Squeezing her breasts caused a soft moan of pleasure to issue forth from
Cassandra's mouth. Reaching between her own legs, she started to rub the
Captain's private parts through his trousers. She could feel his burgeoning
hardness.
"Mmmmm," she thrummed. She kissed the Captain, hard, on his parted lips.
Her tongue tickled his gums.
"Fuck me, right here," she hissed. "I want your hard cock inside me."
She thrust her pelvis against him. He bit her nipple.
Cassandra rose from his lap, and perched her butt on the edge of the
wood desk. She swept the papers to the floor. The Captain rose from his chair,
unbuckling his belt. The hiss of a zipper heralded the dropping of the pants to
around his ankles.
Cassandra leaned forward. With one hand on each side of his hips, she
slid his underwear down to below his knees.
His cock sprang to attention, finally freed from its cloth prison.
He gritted his teeth in pleasure as Cassandra took his hot manhood into
her mouth. He could feel her sharp teeth against the swelling flesh.
She leaned back. Bracing one hand against the desktop, she grasped his
now glistening wet erection, guiding it toward the cleft between her legs. She
stood on her toes, positioning herself, and with a groan, sank back on her
heels, capturing him.
The Captain thrust forward, his hard manhood shoving its way against
soft wet tissue, pushing itself into the tight hot cavity.
"Fuck me, Captain," grimaced Cassandra, "do it to me, hard!"
He planted his feet. Placing one hand at the small of her back, he
pulled Cassandra to him. He plunged into her. He could feel her pubic bone grind
against his as he buried himself.
"Yes! Hard!" she hissed. "Like that!"
The Captain grunted and pushed, again, harder than before.
Cassandra clenched her vaginal muscles, gripping him in a hot wet vice.
Wrapping her legs around his waist, she braced herself with her hands on the
desktop. She raised her hips from the edge of the desk, and pulled his cock
deeper inside.
Like a raging, lust-crazed bull, the Captain buried himself, time and
time again. He could feel his member growing harder with each mighty thrust.
Without missing a beat, Cassandra turned and presented her shapely
buttocks to the Captain. She dropped to her elbows, raising her ass into the
air. Her ebony hair swept the desktop as she tossed her head from side to side.
The Captain bunched the silk housecoat around her slender waist. He grabbed the
twin moons of her cheeks, kneading them. Growling with pleasure, he mounted her
doggy-style.
"Unh!" moaned Cassandra with each thrust of his hot phallus.
The Captain grabbed her hipbones, pounding into her as if trying to
touch her throat with his cock.
Cassandra reached back with her right hand, between her legs. She
stroked his balls with her fingertips. The sensation had an immediate effect -
she could feel his cock grow bigger, harder inside her. She rubbed a knuckle
against her clit. Waves of pleasure swept over her, through her, around her.
The Captain grabbed her by the hair, like reins, pulling her head back,
hard. The sudden pain intensified her pleasure, her back arching as the passion
burned trails through her body. Every fiber of her being was alive as the slow
tension built, thighs burning as the feel of his rigid staff ripped through her
sex.
His entire body went stiff. A hundred million sperm fired through his
cock and burst into Cassandra's hot wet pussy. After the first magnificent
eruption, he jerked again and again, his hips bouncing against her butt as he
and rode her to his release.
Cassandra slowly lowered herself to the desktop. Her breasts flattened
against the polished wood.
Her lover slowly withdrew his glistening member from her love passage. A
splash of cum fell from its tip to the floor. He leaned forward, and bit her on
the waist, then ran his tongue down one cheek. He bit her taut ass meat.
"Ohhh!" Cassandra moaned as he stuck his tongue into the wetness between
her legs. She pushed backwards with her hips, smothering him as he licked the
juices from her clit and slit. Her head lolling back, soft moans escaped from
parted lips as his tongue trailed over her wetness, then diving deep into her
burning core. The heat grew as welcoming blackness of pleasure satiated
surrounded her. Cassandra's breathing began to come faster, heart racing as she
fought for control of the building tension. Stars burst into black holes and she
screamed as his tongue brought her to a sudden, second climax.
Her toes, nails painted bright blood red, pointed to the ceiling of the
Captain's office study. Cassandra's leg was draped over the back of the sofa,
leg muscles causing the pillowed soft leather to move as she wiggled her foot. A
puff of cigarette smoke escaped from the small O she formed with her lips.
"Tell me lover man," she said, her voice husky and redolent with sex and
satisfaction. "Is your skill with your tongue natural?"
She dropped her right foot to the floor, exposing the patch of dark curls and
pink flesh between her legs.
"Or was that a one-time event?"
The Captain smugly leaned back in his swivel chair. He smiled.
"Are you trying to seduce me, Cassie?"
"Are you trying to refuse me, my Captain?"
"Heh, as if any man could refuse you."
Her hand languidly slid down her smooth belly. She twisted some of the rich
black curls with her fingers. Like a cat doing yoga exercise, Cassandra slowly
arched her back. Her hand slid lower.
"Mmmm," she softly moaned.
The Captain watched the long muscles of her left thigh clenching and relaxing
as Cassandra slowly moved her hand back and forth. Rising from his chair, he
stepped across the room.
"Ohh!" Cassandra sighed at the touch of his hand on hers.
"Play with yourself" he replied. "I want to see you come."
"Hmmm, why don't you play with me?"
"Cassie, you're insatiable."
Purring, twisting her body, Cassandra displayed her heat. Her hand darted
back and forth like the tongue of a snake. She lifted her hips from the leather
sofa, belly and thigh muscles taut. She pulled the Captain's face down to hers.
"I want to feel you inside me," she hissed. Her breath was hot and damp. Her
musk was strong, heady.
The feel of her tongue probing his ear made him shiver.
"Now, my Captain," she demanded. "Fuck me now."
Using his rigid cock like a rudder, she steered him between her waiting legs.
"I'd like a brandy. Do you want one too?"
"Hmmm, brandy, a good cigar and you, what more could a man want?"
Cassandra leaned over and kissed the tip of his penis. The saltiness of his
semen tickled her taste buds.
"Mmmm, I know what I want, and more of it," she said.
The Captain's laughter rang in the quiet of the room.
"Madre de Dios, woman, you trying to kill me?"
Cassandra smiled. "Not yet."
He laughed again. Sated with pleasure, he closed his eyes.
Cassandra crossed to the cabinet where the Captain kept his liquor. Selecting
two snifters and a crystal decanter, she poured the drinks. The rich liquid
splashed into the ballooned glasses. Her right hand slid into a hidden pocket of
the silk garment, emerging with a small vial of colourless liquid.
"I feel like dancing, " she said as she emptied the vial into one of the
glasses. "Lovemaking with you makes me want to dance". She swayed her hips
seductively.
The silk dressing gown swirled and twirled as she glided across the floor.
With hooded eyes, the Captain watched as Cassandra's sleek form gracefully,
sinuously sambaed closer to where he lay. Her breasts slid out from behind the
fabric as she leaned over, presenting him with a glass.
'All I need now is a cigar," he joked.
The guard was puzzled. Cassandra's nurse assistant and another woman were
outside the door. It looked as if they had a gurney too.
"What are you doing here?" he asked.
"I got a call on my beeper from Mistress Cassandra," the nurse answered. Her
voice was tinny through the small desktop speaker. "It was the emergency
response call."
"I don't know nothing about no emergency."
"It just came through a minute or two ago. We rushed right over."
"I don't know. Maybe I should check."
The woman shrugged into the tiny camera. "Hey, check all you want. You're the
one who'll be buried in the jungle, not us."
The soldier sat back in his chair. The woman had a point. He did not want to
be executed, and if something really was wrong, and he didn't let the nurse in
... At the same time, rules are rules, he thought, and no one told him of any
trouble.
"I think maybe I should check with The Captain."
"Mistress Cassandra's with him, right? She paged us with an emergency call,
right? Go ahead, interrupt them, be my guest. And if something goes wrong for
you, we'll light a candle."
Reluctantly, the guard pressed the buzzer that unlocked the door. He wasn't
sure if it was the right thing to do, but he did not want to be shot. Or worse,
for he knew there were much worse things than being shot.
He watched the monitor. The strange woman turned her back to the door, and
began to pull the gurney through. The nurse pushed. His eyes flicked over to the
monitor showing the Captain's study. He hesitated just before pushing the button
that would activate the dark screen. He heard the wheels of the gurney squeak.
He pushed the button.
A flicker of white in the centre of the screen.
A voice took his attention away from the monitor.
"You know something soldier?" the nurse smiled. "You should have obeyed
orders."
"Wha...?"
There was a crackling sound. The guard flew from the chair. He convulsed
several times before lying still.
"Cuff him."
Bells jangling softly, Summer stepped to where the guard lay. His eyes were
rolled back. She flipped him over. With a zip, plastic binders fastened his
wrists and ankles.
"This way".
Summer pushed the gurney, following Marissa down the hallway.
"Mistress?" the nurse queried, knocking on the study door.
Summer was astonished at the interior of the hacienda. The flooring was a
combination of beautifully polished woods and rich ceramic tiles. Original oils
and watercolors were everywhere. Pre-Columbian figures perched atop plinths in
alcoves and throughout the immense reception area. Everything was exquisitely
designed and constructed, without even a hint of ostentation. The quiet, simple
richness spoke volumes, far more than lavish decadence ever could.
It was a dream world for her, made even more so by the contrast with the way
she had lived the past six months - confined to a dog kennel, or chained within
a single room.
She was almost bewildered by the sheer beauty.
The knock on the dark wood door with its carved handles brought her back to
reality.
"Come."
The nurse pulled the door open. Standing behind the gurney, poised to enter,
Summer peered into the Captain's private study for the first time.
It was a huge room. Broad wooden plank floors, polished to reflect the soft
glow of light that filled the room. Shelf after shelf of leather bound books
along one wall. Opposite, marvelously wrought antique mahogany sideboard. An
antique desk. Papers scattered across the floor.
Cassandra's shapely ankles were crossed, one heel resting on the desktop. A
feathery nimbus of cigar smoke circled her head.
Summer could see the Mistress's naked body beneath the silk dressing gown.
Looking around, Summer realized the Captain was asleep on the black leather
sofa near the desk.
Cassandra gestured with her cigar.
"Put that lout on the gurney and take him back to the lab," she ordered. "And
don't worry about waking him up, he'll be asleep for a couple of hours yet."
The nurse smiled.
"Yes Mistress."
She pushed Summer toward the unconscious man.
