Juicy Journalism 05

It's just breath-taking. This is how I want to start every day, with a dive into the ocean. I've slept extraordinarily well and feel lethargic. Slow but... sexy. The affairs of last night still cling to my hot body. The crystal blue water around me is cold and sharpens my senses.

My mind drifts freely and keeps circling back to Poseidon, the god of the sea. You surely remember him. The compelling man with long, wavy hair and a full, nicely trimmed beard that commanded me between his legs. I've decided to meet the god of the sea again today. But first breakfast. An extensive breakfast.

I'm on the balcony outside my suite. My phone vibrates. Yes, my meeting with Nikolos Matis, that's Poseidon's real name, is confirmed. I take my laptop and search for him online. I discover he's one of the most wanted singles in the Mediterranean. I find photo's of him. In every frame he's surrounded by women from rich backgrounds, all hourglass figures, bikinis filled to the brim with real or plastic tits. I see images of posh cocktail parties, gigantic yachts, a private jet. And the man himself looks very handsome. Some more clicking around and I stumble on a gossip site branding Nikolos as a deceptive player that has left his mark on plenty of women. I read he's all about the money. Does he have sex for money? He gets more interesting by the minute.

There's definitely an interesting story there. I had already felt it before, when our eyes met for the first time. A strong force of attraction.

I close my laptop. The morning sun feels hot on my skin and I pull my cotton voile dress over my head. I'm naked underneath; the temperature already too high for any form of lingerie. I love the freedom. I close my eyes and my hands slither down my body with a mind of their own. They nestle between my legs and caress my folds. I zealously finger my pussy and slowly submerge in a memory, back to the previous night in the glass room...

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Like then, the champagne now flows freely, but I keep myself in check. I'm not here to get drunk, I'm here for an interview. Next to me sits a woman that reminds me of Cece, my lesbian friend with benefits back home. Her emerald eyes and stunning body makes me feel a couple of degrees hotter. Mmmm, I hear her flirting with the man on her other side and imagine it's me she's talking to. Luckily for the man I have a meet planned with Nikolos, otherwise I might've swept in and stole her away for a wild night.

I'm wearing my short tight-fitting black dress. Not too striking but sexy enough. It slowly creeps its way up my thighs and I pull the fabric back down before it bares my thong underneath. I feel the need to look up and see Nikolos Matis walking towards me. I glance away. My heart pounds. The attraction I feel with this man is almost overwhelming. I try to stay calm but the excitement is coursing through my body, making all sorts of places tingle.

"Good evening, Anabelle," says Nikolos with a sexy accent. He places a kiss on my cheek. I blush even more red than I already did. "You look incredible. Like yesterday, but... different." He winks like the bad boy he is, knowing I fully understand his reference to our state of undress in the glass room. He radiates a godly aura that makes me want to submit to him.

I stammer something I don't remember the second it leaves my mouth and smile timidly.

I recover and press play on my recorder. I ask him questions and he answers with confidence, without beating around the bush. Whatever the media says about him seems more complex than anyone could think. Only half his words reach my ear, I'm too distracted by his strong hands he uses to reinforce his answers. His voice causes flutters in my belly. Whoa, the energy of this man... Does he feel what I'm feeling?

"I love talking to you," says Nikolos and that draws me back to the present. "Almost as much as... you know... our first meeting." He smirks.

I'm ready to tear his clothes off here and now. Not that the other people present would mind, they know what kind of cruise they signed up for. But I'm not willing to risk sharing him with anyone else. I want Nikolos in his entirety to myself.

"But you seem distracted," he says.

I nod. Even a simple 'yes' is too much to say.

"You know what?" He leans closer, voice lowering to a whisper. "I think we're not here for an interview. Not really. I mean, you can use everything I said and you probably will. But there's another motive." He rests his hand on my leg, halfway between knee and hip. My breathing intensifies and I grab the back of his neck, fingers running through his hair, keeping his lips brushing against my earlobe. I whimper in his neck as he continues to speak. "Let me tell you what happens next. You take me back to your suite. I pick you up and lay you on the bed. Your dress is removed. I kiss your legs and work my way along your stomach and tits to your hungry lips. I taste your mouth, that delicious mouth you sucked my cock with. I stare into your eyes as I spread your legs. You writhe from desire--"

Impatiently, I pull Nikolos from his seat. It feels like an eternity before we reach my suite. I rip my dress from my body even before the door opens, except for my thong I'm standing naked in the hallway. Inside, I'm thrown on the bed. Nikolos dives between my legs and pulls my thong aside. "I'm gonna make you cum like never before." His tongue on my clit sends electricity through me. I'm lost in a world of pleasure.

After my first orgasm, he undresses and gets on the bed. He asks me to ride him. Gladly I throw one leg across his lap and lower my wet pussy on his hard cock. He slides inside me in one smooth go. All the muscles in my pussy contract. His penetration alone causes a second orgasm to wash over me.

I'm almost limp from two climaxes in quick succession but he keeps me on top of him to ride the waves of my climax. After I'm done, he drops me sideways so I'm on hands and knees. He fucks me from behind. His thrusts are hard and deep. I'm under his spell and he stirs my depths only a god of the sea could. Then he spits between my ass cheeks and lubes up my asshole. He inserts a digit and the third orgasm takes over my body. While my body convulses, I feel him shooting inside me. Powerful bursts of hot cum.

I turn around, as dizzy and lethargic as when I started the day, and the first trickle of cum slowly leaks out of my pussy. Greece's most wanted single, my ass... Tonight he's mine alone.

I dive towards his crotch and suck his slick cock between my lips. Tasting my own juices from his throbbing member, I keep him hard for the next round.

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