Chapter 9

“Karen Jenkins, I presume. I’m Pierre,” smiled the handsome man as Karen was led aboard the 65 foot yacht. She guessed his age as middle forties, coal black hair and eyes that at once sparkled but also seemed to look right through her. Deeply tanned, as was the sensuous beauty standing next to him, his body was muscular and taut. He stood in cargo pants and deck shoes, his chest muscles evident since he wore no shirt.

“Forgive our rather casual appearance, but when we’re aboard, we tend to let our hair down,” he said turning to the sarong clad centerfold bodied blond. “My wife, Brigitte.”

Karen shook hands with them both, noting that both held her hand a little longer than was necessary for an introduction.

A uniformed officer approached.

“We are ready to cast off, sir,” he said.

“Very, well, please see to Mrs. Jenkins luggage.”

“Yes, sir,” replied the officer signaling for one of the deck hands to take her things below.

“You are a singularly beautiful woman, Mrs. Jenkins.”

“Thank you, but please make it Karen.”

“Of course, Karen and we are Pierre and Brigitte. We have been looking forward to this vacation with you since I talked with Astron’s CEO. He said you were the most beautiful of the corporate wives and a charming companion.”

“Oh?” Said Karen, playing coy already. “Is that why I’m here ... to be charming?”

Both Pierre and Brigitte laughed.

“A very fine sense of humor as well. That is certainly one aspect of being charming. Then there are others,” he said, playing coy as well.

“I’m sure the three of us shall enjoy discovering those “others” during the coming week,” she countered.

“I for one, look forward to it a great deal,” said Brigitte grasping Karen’s behind slightly as the three made their way inside where they gave her a tour of the impressive vessel.

“I’ve been sailing once or twice, but never anything like this,” Karen said as they completed the tour.

“Thank you. We picked her up about a year ago in a government auction. It seems the former owner used it to transport certain pharmaceuticals. A couple of months of reconditioning and we’ve been enjoying flying down to take her out when we’re not busy with the business world.”

“Do a lot of entertaining?” Karen asked.

“From time to time we host some social activities, but this week is reserved just for you.”

“I’m flattered,” Karen said, a slight smile on her face. Her trysts with executives, starting with the Mansfields, had taught her that powerful men admire a woman with self assurance.

“Not flattery I can assure you. We can afford to be entertained by the best, Karen. We are told you are the best. We intend to find that out.”

“So do I,” Karen replied.

The evening passed pleasantly, dinner was sumptuous and with some after dinner wine they all adjourned to the deck where they watched the sun cast its last colorful rays before disappearing.

“May I suggest some indoor entertainment?” said Brigitte. “Why don’t we go on ahead to our cabin and you can freshen up and join you shortly?” While Pierre and Brigitte made their way below, Karen visited her cabin where she made ready for her entrance.

As she approached their cabin she made sure the light in the hallway outside was on.

There was a knock on the door.

“Come in,” said Pierre.

The door opened slowly and Karen stepped inside wearing nothing but a translucent peignoir. As she entered she flicked off the room lights casting the room into near darkness, however the light from the hallway highlighted her from behind creating a most sensuous vision of her well sculpted body.

“Come in my darling,” he said, “we’ve been expecting you.”

With that Karen walked to the edge of the oversized bed and saw that both were nude, Pierre sporting a phallus already of impressive length and breath even though only semi-erect while Brigitte lay invitingly, her legs slightly spread to reveal a golden bush and pouty lips. Her hands went to her more than melon sized breasts, where they began pinching her prominent nipples. Already Karen could tell the woman was aroused.

A quick study of the Monets had told Karen they were lovers who wanted to be in control. She sensed their need for her to acquiesce, surrender to their wants and desires and she wasn’t about to disappoint them.

Karen let the peignoir slid down and off. She stood before them naked, sensuous and slightly afraid wondering what they might have in mind.

“I’m here for you,” she said, her voice barely audible.

“Then come to us,” Pierre invited.

Crawling between them she felt both bodies close tightly against her, Pierre’s lips tasting hers as his well practiced lance rubbed sensuously against her nest, while Brigitte began by kissing her neck and back and working her way to Karen’s rear cleavage while her arms came around to grasp, knead and pinch the younger woman’s breasts and nipples.

Karen had learned to feign arousal, but there was no feigning now. These two were just as experienced as the Mansfields’s, perhaps even more so. They now had a new toy to play with and they intended to enjoy it to the fullest.

Karen’s breathing was heavier now, her heart beating faster, her body temperature rising by the moment. She began whining as the fires of her own desires not only ignited but burst into flame.

“Tell me what you want!” Commanded Pierre as his phallus found and began rubbing her vaginal lips.

“Oh ... oh ... oh!” whined their toy, reason gone, sensual lust taking control of the beautiful body and mind.

“Tell me, Karen! TELL ME!”

“I want it! I WANT IT IN ME!!!!” she screamed.

And with that he rammed her vagina full of raging cock while Brigitte’s finger penetrated her anus. Karen was helpless to do anything other than what they wanted. And what they wanted was one orgasm after another. As the first wave crashed through her, they both increased tempo and strength which meant a second climax, even more powerful, tore though the helpless woman. Her body shivered as she mindlessly thrusted to take both her vaginal and anal punishment/pleasure. In one moment of reason among the sexual intensity, Karen wondered how these two could reduce her to such primal carnal surrender. She had come here intending to simply provide sexual services to the man and his wife. To perhaps enjoy the encounter as well, but to always be in control, orchestrating the pleasure and how it would be given and received. But now, it was they who controlled her. As they began manipulating her body for a different stimulation she was helpless to regain control. Another position, another set of stimulations and helplessly she was orgasming again, and again, and again. What had started as a simple threesome had evolved into a full blown manage a trois. They began to allow her to provide as well as receive sexual pleasure and she at last was able to provide, fellatio and cunnilingus as well as offering her vaginal and anal delights.

And so into the night and early morning the orgy raged, each giving as much as they received until all were completely drained and fell into a tangled exhausted sleep.

It was late morning when Karen eyes opened. She found herself alone naked and spread eagled in the large bed. For a moment she tried to collect her wits and remember the night before. All that would come to her, however, were images of naked bodies and positions and techniques even the Mansfields knew little or nothing about. And then there were the orgasms, the monstrous, mind blowing orgasms. One after another with every change of position or method. She wondered how many she had experienced but gave up simply admitting to herself that she had never in her life experienced that many climaxes in one night. As she started to arise she also became painfully aware of how her body had been put through the sexual gauntlet the night before.

The door to the cabin opened and a nude, smiling Brigitte entered with two steaming cups of coffee.

“Hello, gorgeous!” she said smiling. “Enjoy yourself last night?”

“Did I ever,” replied Karen, accepting the coffee and taking an initial swallow. “Did I dream all those positions or did we...?”

“Oh, they weren’t dreams my little cutie. My but you were good. Pierre and I have enjoyed many women over the years, but I’m sure he will agree we have had very few with a body like yours ... and the ability to use it so energetically and enthusiastically.”

“Then, I pleased you?” asked Karen still trying to recall the elusive details of who had done what to whom.

“Of that you may rest assured,” smiled Pierre’s wife. “I probably shouldn’t admit this, but last week we entertained six women and two men and while we enjoyed ourselves immensely neither Pierre nor I attained either the number or intensity of climaxes as we did last night. Your body is an absolute delight to touch and to enter. I can see why Astron sent you to convince us to agree with the buyout.”