The naked men moved to Eva's chair and lifted her to her feet. They began with hugging, then kissing, and moved on to rubbing. Almost without her knowing it, Eva was suddenly and quickly surrounded.
One man sat on the floor, put his head under her see-through skirt and began licking her clit. Another stood behind her and, with rock music blaring, began poking his hard cock in between her ass cheeks, in tempo with the music.
One man stood on each side of her, rubbing her arm and then moving her hand onto his hard cock. Eva, already horny from last night and today, was wet and growing wetter. She had a large cock in her left hand and another in her right. One man persistently licked her clit, increasing her arousal. Another was behind her, holding onto her hips, dancing erotically and jamming his hard cock in her ass crack.
Eva felt her nipples grow rock hard. Her pussy got wetter and wetter. The constant attention to her clit and her ass had her arching her back one moment pushing her clit against the marvelous tongue, then bending forward the next and thrusting her ass against the dancer's hard cock.
The Morrison stood on the table in front of her, with his huge hard cock sticking straight out at her face, just even with her mouth, inviting her to suck on it. At first, Eva did some gentle licking. But as her arousal grew, she took more and more of his cock in her mouth, moving up and down his shaft and swirling her tongue around its tip.
Eva was rapidly moving to a sexual crescendo, the orgasm of a lifetime, when suddenly, the music stopped and Charles proclaimed loudly, "Enough." With almost military precision, each man broke away from her quickly, returned to his seat and began to put his clothes back on.
Eva couldn't believe it. Where a moment before there had been ecstasy, now there was emptiness. So near orgasm it almost hurt, Eva leaned on the dining table, gasping for breath, with her thighs shaking from her state of high arousal.
She stared at Charles and could take it no longer. "Charles, I do not understand. I've done everything you've told me. I endured the degredation of having to dress like a slut. I've entertained these five men. Yet on three occasions, when I've begun to relax and enjoy myself, you've called a halt. Why?"
Charles hesitated, looked around the room, then answered, "My dear, you are at a crossroads. We've now moved from my choice to your choice. We can continue like this for the rest of our time here - almost reaching orgasm - but never quite getting there. Or you can stop simply trying to obey me and become a willing participant. By now, even you can see that you'll have the experience of a lifetime."
Charles continued, "Eva, here are two suitcases. Each contains a different type of clothing. Go home now and think about what you want. If you want to simply continue as is, fine, wear the clothes in the red suitcase. But if you want an unforgettable experience, then wear the clothes in the blue case. Its your choice. You can turn a difficult moment into an incredible one - or you can float for the rest of your stay. Morrison (now fully dressed) will help you with your bags and see you home."
Eva slept fitfully that night. In the morning, Charles called as usual and told her what time to be ready. She opened the red suitcase first. It contained attractive, elegant women's clothing - all appropriate attire for any occasion and enough to provide for each day of her stay in Hawaii. But none very provacative.
What the red suitcase lacked, the blue suitcase contained. Piece after piece of slut clothes. Sexy and provacative as hell. Eva sat down to think.
When the five men arrived at 9:30 AM, each watched the front door of Eva's cottage, wondering what they would see. The door opened and there stood Eva.
