The Island: Pt. 05 - The Dinner

THE ISLAND

Part 5: The Dinner

By Gortmundy.

In the early evening Susan was on her balcony when she saw a small seaplane flying across the island, it circled the villa before curving downward in a graceful arc to land in the bay. Curiously she watched as it came alongside the jetty and disgorged a small handful of figures. The distance made them a little blurry, but it looked like two men and a woman. The trio strolled along the jetty as staff retrieved their luggage and Susan could make out the unmistakable tall, leggy figure of Portia striding out to meet the small group. She embraced one of the men in what looked like a long, passionate kiss before turning to greet the other two. Together they made their way back towards the villa.

"Will you please sit back down girl," an exasperated voice called out.

Susan slid back into the bedroom and obediently sat back at the dressing table where Kady continued to work on her hair. The black woman gave a mock scowl before grinning,

"If you make me spoil this hairdo after all this work, I'll get Mrs Beatrice to tan your arse girl." She smiled a brilliant smile and whispered in her ear, "Just like your little friend Natassia, no?"

Susan couldn't help but giggle at the thought. Kady spoke with a strong Jamaican accent and Susan regarded her in the mirror. Her skin was a deep flawless brown and her eyes glittered like polished amber. She had a wide generous mouth and long, deceptively strong fingers that she was currently using to work on her hair. Her own hair was kept in long braids that were tied in an exotic pattern.

After making a few last-minute adjustments Kady sat back and announced, "Done!"

Susan couldn't help but stare at the stranger in the full-length mirror. Her long blonde hair had been carefully braided and the braids themselves twisted into a golden crown, while subtly applied cosmetics highlighted the sparkle of her bright blue eyes. The gown was French, a champagne-coloured floor length creation of silk and glittering sequins that twinkled and sparkled in the light. It was daringly low cut with a split that reached above mid-thigh and not so long ago she would never have dared worn such a thing. Kady smiled at the reaction before reaching to her side. The old jewellery case snapped open to reveal a delicate necklace and matching earrings. Kady slipped them onto the blonde woman,

"These belong to Helen, I think they were her mother's, but she says you could perhaps wear them for tonight, no?"

Susan twirled before turning back to the black woman, "What do you think?"

She was answered by a low solicitous whistle from the door and turned to see Natassia standing there gazing in admiration, "Wow, you look gorgeous."

Natassia herself wore a black floor length dress that complemented her darker complexion. The cut accentuated her curves and revealed an enticing cleavage. The two girls moved towards each other, but Kady was quicker, "Woah there! I just spent two hours on this, and I don't want you two spoiling it before you can show off by rolling about the floor or whatever."

She grinned, "Besides, I'd be embarrassed and might have to join in to show you two innocents a thing or two".

Kady glanced at the clock, "Also, dinner will be served soon, and you don't have the time."

As she slipped from the room Kady gave them both a sultry look, "You two girls behave now, and don't do anything I wouldn't."

Hearing the delicate chimes for dinner being struck Natassia took Susan by the hand, she looked up into the blondes' eyes and whispered, "When this is done, I'm going to do some very naughty things to you."

Susan giggled, "Promises, promises, besides by my count I think you still owe me."

"Oh, we'll see who owes who by the time I'm done with you."

The dinner was a small but splendid affair. It was held in one of the more intimate dining rooms and the table shone with crystal and silverware. The men looked very fine in their dinner jackets while the ladies were adorned in gowns and sparkling jewellery. For a moment Susan couldn't help but think of Downton Abbey and she almost giggled at the thought.

Portia met the two with a beaming smile, "Oh my! You both look wonderful!"

Her eyes sparkled and she gave a grin that was filled with promised mischief as she spoke in a stage whisper, "You must forgive all the silly costumery I just like to dress up sometimes. Besides, it lets me show off my husband in the best light. He's that handsome devil over there. Here let me introduce you to everyone."

Susan had already met Gunter, and she was finally introduced to Doctor Stefan who had come with his wife Marta, an attractive young brunette. She was similarly a doctor, though Susan later learned in conversation that she was a specialist in paediatrics rather than general medicine like her husband.

Portia led her by the hand towards two men and a woman engaged in casual conversation, they turned at their approach and Portia gestured, "Susan, I'd like you meet my husband Cassius."

The man gave a small bow and kissed the back of her hand. He was tall and broad-shouldered, with a tanned complexion and closely trimmed beard. His eyes were a deep, dark colour and she felt her cheeks colouring as he gave her a sly, captivating smile. He was in his mid-forties perhaps but the few flecks of grey that touched his temples only seemed to accentuate his features and it was obvious he kept himself in shape.

Susan had always enjoyed a good romance novel, though in her case it was more often for the comedic value than anything else, and she never thought that men with 'smouldering good looks' actually existed in real life. Now she saw that perhaps that assumption had been wrong. Cassius politely introduced her to his business associate Martin, who was a stocky-looking man with short fair hair and a close-cropped beard. He had a hawkish expression, and his thin-lipped smile gave him a somewhat cruel look. His companion was a stunning redhead who was introduced as his personal assistant. Her name was Margaret and she smiled politely, but kept her eyes tilted downward for the most part and appeared quite timid.

The dinner was far a far more pleasant affair than Susan had predicted. Initially, she had been a bit nervous by all the glitter and crystal, and there was a bewildering array of silver cutlery. But as usual, the food was out of this world while the conversation was friendly and casual. No one seemed to be looking to score marks or even care at her unfamiliarity with the vagaries of dining etiquette, indeed she soon found an ally in Marta who seemed equally baffled by the assortment of tiny dessert spoons and they both ended up laughing at each other as they caught themselves watching Portia giving them tiny clues as she subtly tapped the end of the correct utensil with her little finger, even as she was in mid-conversation and seemed to be paying no attention at all.

Cassius listened attentively as Susan haltingly told of the rogue wave that had cast her into the sea. He smiled warmly and expressed admiration at the will and courage it had taken for her to stay alive. Others around the table nodded in agreement and she felt Natassia squeezing her hand under the table. Then she almost dropped a spoon as her hand moved on and finding the split in her dress slid lightly along her thigh. Natassia gave her a completely innocent look and continued her conversation with Doctor Stefan while her fingers teased the young blonde.

The hand slid up along her thigh and Susan using her napkin to hide a gasp clasped her thighs tightly together, only to find she had trapped the hand against her sex. She almost squirmed when a finger began to slither along the outside of her lacy knickers, stroking the length of her pussy. She saw Portia regarding her carefully, an eyebrow arched, and the corners of her lips curled ever so slightly as she gave the girl a knowing smile.

"Are you alright my dear? You seem quite flushed."

Other diners turned towards her, and she stammered a reply, almost groaning as the intruding hand began to work its stealthy way down the front of her underwear.

Portia gave her a lingering look before rising from her seat. The male diners stood politely, as she gracefully excused herself and retired for the evening. Cassius stifled a grin and claiming fatigue after the long journey he rose to follow his wife.

The evening continued as some of the diners chose to retire to the smoking room to indulge in cognac, but Susan made her excuses and left, almost dragging the impishly smiling Natassia along behind her.

Cassius had moved in on Portia like a wolf as soon as they entered the master bedroom. He didn't bother closing the door but wrapped his powerful arms around her while lowering his head to kiss her neck. She pulled the long bejewelled pins from her hair, allowing it to cascade freely down her back as he slipped the straps of her dress over her shoulders. The gown slid down her body to pool at her feet, leaving her dressed only in her lingerie and she hissed with desire as he ran his hands over her generous breasts and gently pinched the sensitive nipples. One hand slid slowly down over her stomach and slipped into the front of her silk knickers. She squirmed with delight as he teased her sex before gently slipping first one, and then a second finger into her warmth. His skilful manipulation drew moans from between her lips and she mewed in disappointment when the fingers withdrew, only to gasp when he tore the lacey silk undergarments from her body with a single tug, leaving her bottom gloriously exposed.

Moments later Portia found herself face down on the bed, naked but for her stockings. She almost growled with desire as Cassius traced his hands down her spine and over her buttocks. His rock-hard member slid across the folds of her sex causing her to shiver and release a quivering breath.

"Don't you want me to suck you?" she purred.

Cassius bent over her, nuzzling at her neck and a thrill of anticipation slithered through her as he growled, "Don't worry, you will."

Portia raised her buttocks as she felt him probing at the entrance of her pussy and then groaned, as he penetrated her. He had a large cock, long and thick, and she released a pent-up breath as he pushed it deep inside her, filling her completely. At first, he fucked her with an easy rhythm of long deep strokes that quickly had her gasping and moaning with pleasure, but as his desire increased so did the power and speed of his thrusts, until he was pounding into her with uninhibited lust. Portia bit into the bedspread to muffle her screams and her hands clawed the sheets each time he penetrated her to the hilt. The feelings multiplied inside her until she could hold back no longer, and her body was wracked with a shattering orgasm. He continued to shaft her without let-up, stoking the feelings with his cock until she was reduced to a groaning mess. A regretful sigh escaped her lips at the strangely empty feeling as his penis was withdrawn only for her to cry out in surprise as he gave a sharp spank to one of her ass cheeks. Looking back in shock she saw he was still thumpingly erect. He looked down at her and commanded, "Over."

She obeyed immediately, rolling onto her back, and stretching her legs wide apart as he gripped her thighs and unceremoniously pulled her onto his cock. Giving her no time to recover he fucked her at a furious pace, shoving his penis into her over and over again. Wrapping her long legs around him she clutched at his buttocks and met him thrust for thrust until he arched his back with a snarl and came. She felt his muscles going rigid as he pumped pulse after pulse of seed deep into her. The sensation tipped her over the edge, and she shrieked in orgasm, shuddering helplessly as her nails scratched at his broad back.

Cassius withdrew from her and rose from the bed. A glistening sheen of sweat coated his chest, and he took a deep shuddering breath, before moving to a nearby bedstand to pour a glass of iced water. As he sipped the cold liquid, his eyes travelled over the body of his beautiful wife. She lay atop a dishevelled bedspread looking well used. Her eyes were closed, and she was still panting softly as her body occasionally twitched in the aftermath of her climax. Her legs were still splayed apart and some of his seed leaked from her ravaged pussy.

She stirred and began to move but froze when he growled, "Don't bother, I'm not done with you yet. Not by a long shot." Portia opened her eyes. He stood above her with a hungry expression on his face. His sex was hardening again, and she gave a small whimper as he moved back to the bed.

Downstairs Susan and Natassia listened to Portia's cries of lust through the open balcony door. When they got back to the bedroom Susan had wasted no time and throwing off her own clothes had practically torn the gown from Natassia in her desire to get her hands on the girl's body. Naked they now lay sated under the bedsheets, curled up in each other's arms, enthralled by the sounds of passion and occasionally kissing each other lazily.

Susan listened to the rising cries of ecstasy and grinned, "That's got to be a record."

"She certainly doesn't seem to be protesting too much does she?"

They both listened as Portia's voice cried out in another orgasmic wail.

"How many times is that do you think?" giggled Natassia.

"I don't know, four, maybe five."

The girls continued to listen and presently they heard what sounded like a rhythmic slapping sound. Portia could be heard giving little yelps in time to the sounds.

"Is he?" asked Susan.

"I think he is you know."

Susan gasped as Natassia's hand slithered between her legs. "You're wet. Does the idea excite you?"

"No! Maybe, I don't know," she replied breathlessly, squirming as fingers teased her.

Natassia purred, "Maybe we can give it a try? I think I like the idea of having a leggy blonde bent helplessly over my knee."

Susan blushed and gave a tiny gasp of excitement at the idea. Natassia grinned at her reaction and nodded towards the open balcony door, "But in the meantime, if we can't beat them, maybe we should join them."

Her head disappeared beneath the blanket and Susan writhed at the feel of a tongue on her hot sex.

Meanwhile in another bedroom Martin smiled as he looked at his personal assistant. She was bent naked over the end of his bed, hands clasping the bedframe desperately. The cheeks of her nicely curved ass glowed a fiery red and her nipples looked tender. Tears streamed down her face. She had borrowed a great deal of money to gamble on cryptocurrency and lost. The debt collectors had been closing in and she was desperate. She was behind in her rent and had already lost her car, her savings and most of her furniture. She was on the brink of being dragged through debtor's court and by the end of the month, she would be homeless, and if she was convicted, not just unemployed, but unemployable.

Martin had offered her a lifeline. He would take care of her debts, but she would still have to pay, oh yes, she would pay alright.

He explained it quite clearly, "I'll take care of your money problems sweetheart, but it's going to cost you. I'll take you on as a personal assistant, I might even pay you a little something. You will work for me for a year and in that time, you will do anything I fucking want, anything at all."

His voice had been cold and hard, "I'll fuck you any way I like, if I want to give you to my business colleagues, you'll work your little ass off to make them happy or suffer the consequences. If I want to shove my dick up your tight little ass, then you'll just grin and bear it. You're going to suck my dick and swallow with a smile, do you understand?"

Seeing no other choice except eventual prostitution on the street Margaret bowed her head and whispered her agreement.

"I'll make you this one promise Margaret, I'm a bastard but I'm a man of my word. I won't mark you permanently and I won't threaten to tell your folks or plaster videos of you all over Facebook or any of that crap. You take this deal and I'm going to treat you like shit for a year but once it's done, it's done and you're free."

And so here she was three months later, a virtual slave, he had already spanked and fucked her this evening, as promised she had sucked his dick and learned to swallow without hesitation or complaint. Now he had turned back to her with an evil grin, "You mind if I fuck that lovely ass of yours Margaret?"

She sobbed and gave the answer she knew was expected, "Yes please."