(Authors note – this story is part of a series and will be most fully appreciated if you have already read parts 1 and 2.)
As she strolled in with her husband from the hotel's indoor pool, Melissa caught sight of Kouzaris at the reception desk, sorting through a pile of paperwork. She looked steadfastly ahead as they passed him on the way to the elevator, feeling his eyes lift and crawl over her fabulous, tanned body, her firm breasts and plump, rounded pubis barely contained by the tiny lycra triangles of her white bikini.
It had been two days since Kouzaris had lured Melissa into his room and ravished her with repeated, relentless dominance until she was weak with exhaustion and his thick, white semen was running from her vulva and anus. And it had been just over twenty-four hours since he had discreetly signalled the gorgeous young blonde to come over from where she and Charles had been perusing the assorted tourist guides in the hotel lobby. Leaving her husband reading a brochure, Melissa had joined Kouzaris in front of his open laptop, whereupon her sensuous mouth had sagged helplessly open with horror as the hotel manager scrolled through the on-screen images - of Melissa lying naked on her back whilst Kouzaris' lips hoovered over her velvet-smooth breasts, or turned on her side towards the camera, her beautiful face utterly rapt as the Greek's questing tongue between her long legs sweetly tortured her past the brink of orgasm, or kneeling on his bed with Kouzaris' long, oiled penis sliding into her unresisting anus.
As she had gazed dumbstruck at photograph after photograph, Kouzaris was whispering softly into Melissa's jewelled ear, murmuring his appreciation of an image showing his immense bulk astride Melissa's slim, decorative body, his huge purple erection clearly buried deep inside her soft, pink vulva. "Charles would like this one, no?" he purred as Melissa turned to face him, her pretty green eyes as wide and vulnerable as a doe's caught in the sudden flare of oncoming headlights. Of course, when the enormous hotel manager had requested her cellphone number, Melissa had given it without hesitation. She knew she had been inescapably trapped now, to be the Greek's helpless plaything for the rest of their holiday.
The elevator rose towards the floor of their suite, and a small beep emanated from Melissa's tiny designer handbag. Plucking the phone from the bag with her slim fingers, Melissa scanned to message and smiled prettily at Charles.
"Mum's visiting one of her friends tonight, so we're not to panic if her home phone doesn't get answered, apparently," she reported.
Charles sighed good-humouredly. "One day she'll realise that this is why we got her that mobile phone," he answered, casting a sideways glance at his young wife. God, she looked good today, he thought, his penis beginning to stiffen with desire for her. Maybe he could coax Melissa into bed this afternoon for long, slow, unhurried sex. The lift doors purred open and they strolled towards their hotel room.
Melissa headed for the bathroom, and once she had closed the door she ran a brush through the silken fall of her pale blonde hair until it shone glossily, carefully checking her makeup and nails for the tiniest flaw. Eventually satisfied, she flushed the toilet for effect, and emerged frowning.
"Damn," she complained. "I think I left my watch down by the pool." Melissa's slim fingers riffled through her handbag, passing over the gold glint of her watchstrap. "I'll just pop down and look for it."
"Alright, darling," Charles replied, "I'll take a quick shower then." He smiled at Melissa as he slid past his gorgeous young wife, lingeringly kissing her slender neck. "Don't be too long."
"I'll try."
When she heard the shower begin to run, Melissa slipped out of her sandals and quietly opened the wardrobe door. Selecting her tallest white stiletto-heeled shoes, Melissa eased them onto her feet and made her way out of their room, teetering slightly on her four-inch heels. Kouzaris' text message had been very specific – keep the white swimsuit, but add a pair of matching stillettoes. At least he had said that he wouldn't keep her for too long.
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Charles emerged from the bathroom, towelling his hair briskly. He had been dreamily thinking of his stunning young wife's taut curves as he had showered, and his erection was pulsing gently with anticipation. Damn, he thought, she wasn't back yet. Still, she shouldn't be long. And when she returned, he would slip his arms around her hourglass waist, draw her slowly down onto the bed, and go to work on her fabulous body. Charles lay back on the bed, stretched out luxuriantly, and began to slowly run one fingertip lightly up and down the contours of his pulsing shaft, a smile presently spreading over his face.
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At that precise moment, Melissa was kneeling on the thick carpet of Kouzaris' bedroom, her slim, lacquer-tipped fingers resting on the back surfaces of his immense, hairy thighs. Her tiny handbag lay abandoned on the floor a few feet away. Kouzaris' powerful hands were pushed deep into Melissa's silken hair as he stood before her, holding her pretty head millimetre-still whilst he unhurriedly rocked his hips against her, and his huge purple penis slid sweetly back and forth between Melissa's sensuous, suction-tight lips.
Melissa's closed eyelids flickered each time his immense shaft thrust forwards, completely filling her mouth until his blunt dome bumped gently against the back of her throat. She was beginning to gag at the sensation of him so far back in her small, wet mouth, and as he drove forwards a little deeper in his mounting excitement and his glans opened her throat for a second before withdrawing, Melissa felt her stomach lurch and a thick spume of saliva jetted over Kouzaris' huge, glistening penis. Melissa groaned softly, her fingertips fluttering against his thighs as he slid smoothly forwards once more against her soft palate, her sensuous, pouted lips trembling around his purple shaft as she fought to keep sucking him.
For a few strokes the huge Greek controlled his movements and Melissa's soft, lithe tongue wrapped halfway around his heavily contoured erection as the suction she was applying vacuumed her cheeks inwards and drew him easily back into her sleek mouth, Kouzaris gasping as his sensitive glans ploughed between Melissa's pliant, furrowed tongue. Then he thrust forwards until his spongy tip squeezed an inch or so into her tight throat, and Melissa whimpered with distress as another involuntary gout of thick saliva flooded her mouth, and her pretty head began to swim with nausea.
