0 comments/ 250595 views/ 106 favorites Melissa's Capture Ch. 01 By: Donald Miller It was the second morning of their Greek holiday, and as usual Melissa was ready before her husband. Charles turned to her as he shaved. "Why don't you go on down, darling, and catch some early sun? I'll only be five or ten minutes." Melissa smiled, her full, petal-like lips parting with a soft click. "All right darling... see you soon." Charles watched as his twenty-two year old wife walked from their apartment, her smooth, tanned legs long and shapely below her tight white shorts, a tiny, clinging halter-top exposing the curve of her hour-glass waist, her silken, shoulder-length blonde hair perfectly brushed. Then he went back to his shaving, his penis stirring in his trunks even though they had already made love earlier that morning. * * * * * * * * * * Charles ambled down to the hotel lobby a few minutes later, going outside to the pool when there was no sign of Melissa in the foyer. Not seeing her sunbathing on any of the loungers, he returned to the reception desk, assuming Melissa was in the toilet. Picking up a brochure from the desk he began to flick through it, vaguely aware of a man's voice coming from the private office behind the reception counter. Then, a few seconds later, he heard a delicate feminine laugh. Charles frowned. Was that his wife? More deep, rumbling male voice, then a female reply which he was certain was Melissa. Why was she in there? Charles hesitated momentarily, then lifted the partition in the counter and crossed to the door of the manager's office, knocking sharply. "Come in," came the deep command. When Charles entered he saw Melissa seated, her long, bare legs crossed sexily, laughing and chatting with the Greek hotel manager. Kouzaris was leaning against his desk and facing Melissa - a huge man, some six feet five, hairy and barrel-chested, he towered over the beautiful English girl as she looked up at him, giggling. "Oh, hello Charles," smiled Melissa as she turned to face him. "Christos kindly offered to show us an activity brochure." Kouzaris plucked a magazine from his desk. "Yes... we have sailing, fishing, golf... boat hire, many historic buildings-" "What sort of buildings?" asked Melissa, her pretty head tilting upward as she attempted to see the pages. "Well..." Kouzaris leaned over Melissa's shoulder and, ostensibly for balance, place a big, brown hand on her bare arm as he held the magazine in front of her. As the huge Greek began to describe the various ancient sites in the locality, Charles noticed that he had still not removed his chunky fingers from Melissa's slim upper arm. His deep voice rumbled on, friendly enough, but there was a look of lazy challenge in his eyes each time he glanced at Charles, a look of bored contempt which, Charles was almost certain, transmuted into a gleam of lust when his gaze returned to the Englishman's young, blonde wife. Trying to concentrate on the brochure, Charles thought he glimpsed from the corner of his vision the man's thick thumb lightly stroke Melissa's bronzed skin as she imperceptibly leaned in towards the Greek. "What about this building?" Charles asked, threading his pointing finger between Melissa and the big Greek, hoping to force Kouzaris' hand to relinquish his wife's arm. However, the hotel manager simply ran his heavy fingers unhurriedly over Melissa's tanned skin and settled his palm on her smooth, bare shoulder, where Charles could not influence it. "Ah yes, a small temple from the age of..." Kouzaris continued his description, and as Charles' hand dropped from between his wife and the Greek, Kouzaris' fingers once more slid down the the muscle of Melissa's bronzed upper arm, now stroking it openly, his broad fingertips gliding back and forth over the sensitive skin of her inner arm. The back of his hairy hand was passing just millimetres from Melissa's superbly firm breast. Charles saw Melissa look up at the Greek, holding his eyes lingeringly with her own, her sensuous lips parting as she smiled at a small joke. Charles frowned. Was it his imagination, or was she luxuriating under Kouzaris' attentions? A familiar image flitted unbidden through Charles' mind, of Melissa's heavy, contented breaths like the purring of a petted cat as he ran his fingers over her fabulous body during their lovemaking sessions, her pretty eyes defocussed and narrowed to slits under his ministrations. As Charles watched Melissa he noticed her lightly painted eyelids beginning to hood as Kouzaris's fingertips slid languidly up and down her exposed inner arm with smooth, slow rhythm. Melissa and the huge Greek were still gazing lazily at each other, and Charles was sure that Kouzaris' hairy knuckles had just grazed Melissa's supple breast. "Let's visit that one then," said Charles, taking Melissa's slim hand and drawing her to her feet. "Come on, Melissa, let's go." To Charles' suspicious mind there was a plainly perceptible delay before his wife broke eye contact with the Greek, still smiling at him. Charles knew his wife enjoyed flirting with other men, but this had gone far enough. Kouzaris' hand remained on Melissa's tanned arm until she stepped away from him, thanking him for his time. Even in her tallest stilletoes she would have been a head shorter than the huge Greek - in her sandals the thick, silken blonde hair at her scalp was level with the top of his immense shoulder. * * * * * * * * * * That evening, Kouzaris invited them to lunch the following afternoon, and Melissa accepted before Charles had a chance to refuse. In the morning they did a little local shopping, then enjoyed the hotel's small swimming pool for an hour before going back to their room to get ready. Melissa smoothed depilatory cream over her long, tanned legs, and then showered, but decided to keep to her tiny, black, two-piece swimsuit in spite of Charles's grumbling. "Oh darling, it's so hot - anything more and I'll be sweating like a pig," she protested as she carefully blow-dried her hair before brushing it with her usual one hundred strokes. Charles acquiesed sullenly, resisting the familiar desire to run his fingers deeply through his wife's beautiful, gleaming hair, knowing how she disliked him disturbing it's silken perfection just after she had tended to it. Melissa turned back to the mirror and applied a hint of eyeliner and flesh-toned eyeshadow. With a shining layer of salmon-pink lipstick bordered by a thin edge of carmine lip-liner, she was ready to go, whilst Charles had wasted so much time sulking that he was still not even dressed. "Oh for heaven's sake, Charles, we'll be so late," Melissa fretted, her pretty face wrinkling into a frown. "Who cares?" Charles mumbled petulantly. "He can wait." Melissa sighed. "Well, I'm going down," she decided. "The least I can do is tell him we've been delayed." Ignoring his protests Melissa turned and strode from the apartment, and Charles noted even in his anger how her curvy hips swayed delightfully about her tiny string bikini panties as she walked. As she closed the door behind her, Charles busied himself with getting ready, anxious to avoid leaving his wife alone with Kouzaris any longer than absolutely necessary. * * * * * * * * * * Melissa strode across the lobby in her tiny lycra swimsuit, immediately lifting the desk partition and knocking confidently on Kouzaris' office door, where he had said they would meet. Charles was a lovely man, she thought, but a bit of a prude about her flirting. Besides, she liked the swarthy type and found Kouzaris rather exotic. And, of course, he was huge, and Melissa always felt a thrill of mixed fear and sexual arousal in the company of big men. And the Greek obviously fancied her - though, in fairness, almost all men did - and that gave her flirting, and his attentions, an added tang. In any case, she was sure she could take care of herself. Kouzaris answered the door and let her in, his eyes drinking in Melissa's gorgeous, nearly naked body as she passed. Inside his shorts his penis - big even at rest - began to lengthen steadily as he ogled her smooth, flawlessly tanned skin, her narrow waist, her luxuriantly curvy hips and long, perfectly depilated legs. As quietly as possible, the huge Greek turned the key in his office door, which locked with an almost silent click. Kouzaris followed Melissa to the centre of the room, his gaze fixed on the smooth interplay of her buttocks as she walked, each firm globe virtually naked apart from the tiny triangle of her string bikini which was already partly submerged in the cleft of her bottom. As she turned to take the low-backed seat by his desk, Kouzaris smiled and his big, hairy paw closed over Melissa's slim fingers. "My dear... your presence lights my day," he beamed, raising Melissa's hand to his lips and kissing it softly. Then, instead of releasing it, he turned Melissa's small hand over and kissed her palm, then the tender skin of her inner wrist. Her sensuous lips eased into a faint smile as she felt his lips on the sensitive underside of her lower arm, just aware that he was gently stroking her there with his tongue. "Please..." Kouzaris had finally lowered her arm, but kept her slim hand nestled in his meaty fist. "Sit down. Would you like a drink? Martini?" Melissa smiled up at him as she sat. "That would be lovely." Releasing her fingers, the big Greek moved across to a small bar in one corner of the room. Melissa relaxed into the low-back chair, crossing her long, smooth legs and appraising Kouzaris' bare, muscular back as he mixed their drinks. How old was he? Probably fortyish, Melissa guessed. Well preserved, anyway. She kept her gaze on him as he returned, enjoying the undisguised lust in his eyes. "Thank you," she smiled, holding his eyes as he handed her a glass and his fingers trailed briefly over her bronzed forearm. Melissa sipped her drink contentedly, hearing Kouzaris moving behind her and setting his glass down. "Have you been busy this morning, my dear?" Kouzaris asked. "Yes, reasonably..." replied Melissa. "We did some shopping, then spent some time in your lovely pool." "Hmmm... good." Melissa sensed the huge Greek's presence close behind her. "Now, after a good swim there is nothing better than a relaxing massage." Melissa stiffened momentarily in surprise as she felt Kouzaris' big hands settle onto her bare shoulders, then her lightly painted eyelids fluttered shut and she emitted a small, soft sigh of pleasure as his strong fingers began to manipulate the flawlessly bronzed skin of her lower neck. After a few luxurious seconds Melissa allowed her pretty head to roll slowly back against Kouzaris' hard stomach, letting him enjoy the feel of her blonde hair flowing onto his hairy skin like a river of silk. As the huge Greek rhythmically squeezed Melissa's slim shoulders she felt the muscles there becoming relaxed and pliant under his expert ministrations, and conversely felt her nipples beginning to stiffen involuntarily against the tight cups of her bikini top. "Mmmmmm... that feels lovely," murmured Melissa, deliberately nestling her silk-haired head into the Greek's bare, muscular stomach. Her voice was a low purr of pleasure. She sipped languorously at her half-finished Martini, her pretty eyes closed as Kouzaris' hands slid beneath the heavy sheaf of her hair and gently smoothed the tension from her slender neck. The big Greek was breathing heavily as he massaged Melissa, his heavy, contoured erection pulsing insistently against the thin shorts which were his only item of clothing. As the beautiful blonde girl allowed her sandals to slip from her feet, and rubbed her thick, soft hair against his belly, Kouzaris briefly considered spinning Melissa round in her chair, gripping that pretty head between his big hands, and thrusting his penis between her soft, painted lips until she was gagging on his driving shaft and his semen filled her small mouth... but no, he reminded himself, a smile on his lips as his fingers ran over Melissa's soft skin and his eyes devoured the sight of her jutting nipples denting the sheer fabric of her tiny swimsuit. He had engineered a long time alone with the girl, and he could afford the luxury of subtelty - for the moment. Besides which, he had placed a small quantity of powdered tranquilliser in Melissa's wine glass before her arrival, and as he watched her periodically filtering the Martini between her sensuous lips he knew that within a few minutes the girl would begin to grow lax and suggestible... As the minutes passed, Melissa vaguely realised that at some point Kouzaris had stopped massaging her, and instead had begun simply stroking the quiveringly pliant muscles of her shoulders and neck - but she decided she didn't really care. Charles would be down at any moment, and meanwhile she saw no harm in her luxuriant enjoyment of the huge Greek's deft fingers. For such a big man, he was very dextrous. Melissa sipped slowly at the last of her Martini, and within the tight, thin lycra of her bikini string the soft pink lips of her labia slowly began to pout from within the folds of her body. Presently she felt one of those huge hands leave her skin, and she sighed contentedly, assuming that this pleasant, semi-sexual interlude was over. Then she felt her empty glass lifted from her slim fingers, whilst his other hand continued to run deftly over the base of her neck, beneath the golden fall of her hair. The glass clinked on a table somewhere behind her and then Kouzaris' fingers slid back onto her shoulder, ran slowly down her upper arm and onto the soft skin of her inner forearm. Then - the big Greek bending onto one knee beside her - his fingertips trailed over the back of her hand and onto the firm, tanned flank of Melissa's thigh. Melissa's painted lips parted with surprise and her pretty eyes fluttered open as Kouzaris began to stroke her supple thigh, his fingers running smoothly back and forth from knee to groin. She glanced at her huge masseur, feeling one of his hands on her perfectly depilated leg, the other easing up her scalp into the thick silk of her hair - and then she returned his smile, deliberately holding his eyes with hers, enjoying the barely controlled lust for her that she saw in them. Her nipples were like two bullets inside her tiny swimsuit. "This is very naughty, you know," Melissa murmured, slowly and deliberately uncrossing her long, bare legs. Kouzaris showed his teeth. "But you like, yes?" Melissa allowed her thighs to part slightly under his deft ministrations, giving his fingers room to slide between them. "Mmmmm..." she breathed softly as she felt his big hand ease between her legs, his fingers gliding deliciously over the warm, sensitive flanks of her inner thighs. "Yes, I do..." Melissa's pretty eyes slid lazily shut like a contented cat's under the hands of an attentive owner. "You have a lovely touch." Melissa allowed her head to lay back against the palm of his hand as he cupped her scalp, his fingers deep in her thick, blonde hair. His other hand stroked back and forth over her luxuriant inner thighs, getting ever-closer to the warmth of her lycra-sheathed pubis where, barely covered by the tiny black triangle of her swimsuit panties, her vulva had opened like a flower, the oiled pink lips of her pressing against the thin material just inches from Kouzaris' questing fingers. Involuntarily, Melissa eased her curvy hips forwards in the chair, her breaths beginning to quicken. Kouzaris ran his smoothly gliding fingertips right up her inner flank to the edge of her swimsuit, and Melissa's tiny clitoris began to slither unhurriedly from its hood. Melissa's pretty head sagged against his hand as, on each upward stroke, Kouzaris allowed his knuckles to brush against the hot, damp crotch of her swimsuit panties. Her luxuriant hips eased forwards further, seeking his touch, until Melissa was half-reclined before him, her long, sculpted legs opening wider in encouragement. Suddenly she gasped softly as the Greek's fingertips brushed feather-light over the black silk sheathing her vulva, before he reversed in a long glide down her smooth, curvy thigh. Melissa's sensuous waxed lips parted slightly with a soft click as Kouzaris briefly caressed between her legs again, and this time he did not move away so far before returning, each time running his fingers deftly over the slippery silk covering her rounded pubis. Presently the huge Greek's fingertips left her thighs and stayed at Melissa's engorged crotch, tracing the contours of her pouting, oiled vulva until she began to pant softly with arousal. Melissa's pretty head rolled slowly to one side in Kouzaris' supporting hand, her nipples jutting like pegs from her supple, rounded breasts, her clitoris a swollen crimson bulb which, protruding eagerly from the glistening petals of her vulva, was occasionally stroked directly by Kouzaris' gentle fingertips, causing shivers of pleasure to rill through Melissa's superbly fit body. Kouzaris' eyes were fixed on Melissa's immaculate face, watching every breath, every flicker of her closed eyelids, and his immense upper body leaned closer and closer to her until his broad, hairy chest was pressing lightly against her perfectly depilated thigh. At some point she had placed a slim hand on his forearm as he stroked her slippery vulva through her increasingly wet G-string, but rather than push him away her scarlet-tipped fingers simply lay passively over his hairy, slowly working wrist. Her pretty eyes were squeezed into hooded slits of pleasure and her pupils were slightly defocussed as the tranquilliser he had fed her began to slacken her mind. Kouzaris' huge erection pulsed in rhythm with his quickening heartbeat - he was close now, he knew, watching Melissa's tongue run languidly over her waxed lips, her curvy hips straining forward to meet his gentle fingers. She was almost ready to surrender to him. Melissa moistened her lips with her tongue, aware that she was breathing in soft, panting gasps and not caring, enjoying the handsome Greek's feather-soft ministrations. She had for some while been expecting Kouzaris to move in and kiss her, and she idly wondered whether that would be the move which prompted her to stop him, or if she would simply hoover his tongue eagerly into her small, wet mouth. As her sensuous, waxed lips quivered at the thought of Kouzaris sucking her over his long, probing tongue whilst he unhurriedly explored her soaked crotch, Melissa knew that she would almost certainly be unable to resist his slow but inexorable advances. This had all gone much further than she had originally intended - but, so what? If her husband didn't insist on taking so ridiculously long to get ready, thus leaving his alluring, flirty wife alone in the company of attractive and obviously covetous men, it wouldn't happen. Still, thought the small part of Melissa's mind which was not floating on the warm blanket of pleasure which her suitor was engendering in her, perhaps they should separate. Charles would surely be along any minute, and finding his wife panting and wet in Kouzaris' arms while he openly toyed with her almost-dripping vagina would probably not be a good start to their lunch. Actually, Charles had been quite a while now. With an effort, Melissa forced her lightly painted eyelids to part flutteringly, then - pausing briefly to shudder with pleasure as Kouzaris ran a fingertip beneath the root of her swollen clitoris - she lifted the hand which was not by now gently stroking the Greek's huge wrist, and glanced at her watch. Her heavily hooded eyes opened and her pretty head finally lifted reluctantly from the cradle of Kouzaris' hand. Good God, she thought, she had already been in Kouzaris' office for over thirty minutes. Where on earth was Charles? The Greek studied Melissa as she struggled upright in the chair, his practiced fingers never breaking rhythm at her hot, slippery crotch. Melissa's Capture Ch. 01 "Have I done something wrong?" he asked, his fingertips finding the jutting bulb of her clitoris and running gently over it in circular movements. Melissa's dilated eyes hooded again at the sensation as Kouzaris worked directly on her clit, her blurred mind wavering. She moaned very softly, for several seconds teetering on the brink of sinking into his arms and surrendering her control to his expert touch... but finally she removed her slim fingers from his arm, and made to lever herself out of the chair. "Charles has been a long time," she replied. "I should go and find him in case something is wrong." Kouzaris' other arm was now draped around Melissa's slim shoulders, and he applied just the faintest pressure there to encourage her to stay seated, all the time stroking the glistening pink flower of her engorged vulva. For a second Melissa yielded, her pretty eyes momentarily fluttering shut as the Greek again began to tease her aching clitoris, but even as her smooth hips responded helplessly to his touch with tiny, thrusting movements, she managed to haul herself unsteadily to her feet. "No... I must see if he is all right," she murmured, her voice quivering with excitement. As Melissa stood Kouzaris followed, sliding his heavy, muscular arms around her. Melissa raised her small hands as Kouzaris gathered her slim, fit body against him, her forearms resting lightly on his broad, hairy chest. "Please, Christos. He's been forever." Kouzaris smiled. "Charles is fine. You don't worry about him." His big hands began to run over Melissa's smooth, naked back and tiny waist. The silk-haired crown of her pretty head was only just above his armpit. Melissa turned her gaze towards the door, and as she did so Kouzaris lowered his head and Melissa felt his soft, questing lips begin to slide over the muscles of her neck, She could also feel his erection, hard and hot and huge, pressing against her smooth, flat belly. "Please..." murmured Melissa as she felt her pretty head eased to one side by the Greek's gentle but insistent mouth gliding upwards behind her jewelled ear. His hands found her plump, firm buttocks and - she sensed with mounting unease -began tracing the thin strap of her bikini top like a safecracker feeling out a combination lock. Melissa's soupily tranquillised mind was beginning to realise how completely in Kouzaris' power she was - enveloped in his immense arms, her slim, decorative body pressed against his muscular torso, one of his hairy knees now easing slowly but unstoppably beween her smooth thighs, his mouth gently nibbling at her studded earlobe - he was probably over twice her weight, and twice her strength. Melissa did not even try to lever herself away from the huge Greek, recognising the futility of any attempt, and allowed her slender forearms to simply rest against his broad chest. In spite of the escalating intimacy of Kouzaris' attentions, Melissa felt a little more comfortable in their position should Charles suddenly happen across them. At least now, she could claim that the huge Greek had forced himself on her, that his attentions had been unwelcome from the start.... had Charles witnessed his beautiful young wife gently squirming in Kouzaris' arms as he worked at her responsive vagina through her wet, slippery panties, that position would have been somewhat unconvincing. "Christos..." Melissa felt her near-naked buttocks being lightly squeezed in his big hands, as though he were testing the quality of a ripe fruit. "...My husband will be here any second." Though heaven knows what is taking him so long, she thought. "No, he won't," murmured Kouzaris softly, and his tongue slid into her ear like a blindly burrowing animal. Melissa's eyelids fluttered involuntarily at the sensation. "Wh-what do you mean?" She could hear the quiver in her voice, and was unsure whether it was due to nervousness or pleasure. His knee was right up between her smooth, tanned thighs now, his stroking hands pulling her onto him so that her engorged vulva pressed against his upper leg. Melissa realised that she was moving her lips in tiny, circular motions against the Greek's thigh, her pouting labia and the shiny wet bulb of her clit gliding deliciously over the oil-soaked crotch of her swimsuit. She tried to hold still, then immediately started sliding against him again, ashamed but unable to stop herself. After a few seconds, the Greek pulled his tongue lazily from her ear. "Because I have my men tell him there is emergency." His breath was warm and soft as he whispered into Melissa's wet ear. "They tell him a relative of yours on the island is in hospital. That you already go in taxi, and they are to take him there themselves." Kouzaris' hand slid deep into Melissa's silken hair, the other hand pushing the edge of her tight black swimsuit panties aside and cupping one gorgeous, naked buttock. "When they get to hospital there is mix-up - no relative. You already on way back. They bring him back." Kouzaris brought his head back in front of Melissa's, his gaze fixed on her beautiful green eyes. "Hospital is two hours drive away. Door here is locked." Melissa's sensuous lips parted. "...Oh-" she murmured, and her long, shapely legs gave way from under her as the import of what he way saying sunk in. Melissa sagged helplessly onto his upper leg, supported only by his thigh and cradling arms. He had lured her here, and now she was his - completely, utterly his - for at least four hours. Her eyes returned to the locked door in desperation, wanting to see it miraculously spring open and someone - anyone - come in and interrupt them... but knowing in her heart that Kouzaris' plans would be far too carefully constructed for any such setback. Melissa was still staring at the door several seconds later when Kouzaris lowered his head towards her, and his tongue swam into her mouth. He parted Melissa's waxed lips wide, the hand deep in her hair holding her head millimetre-still, her smooth cheeks suddenly hollowing inwards as the Greek sucked the air from her. Kouzaris ran the tip of his tongue across Melissa's inner lips, sought out every detail of her teeth, then eased further into her and lifted her own tongue with gentle stroking motions of his sensitive tip. Presently Melissa's pretty eyes fluttered shut as she allowed his tongue to play with hers amidst the firm vacuum of their kiss Kouzaris' breath was hissing onto her smooth cheek in fast, excited pants, he tasted strong but not entirely unpleasant, and Melissa was already aware that she was going to abandon herself to him. What was the point of struggling? He had expertly isolated her, and now he was going to take her... one way or another. With that huge rod pressing eagerly into her bare, flat belly Melissa realised she had no wish to make him treat her any more roughly than he had to. After several minutes exploring Melissa's pretty mouth, Kouzaris released to vacuum of their kiss and drew his lips from hers, leaving his tongue in her for a few more seconds before pulling it from her wet, open mouth. He was panting hard, his eyes pink with excitement. "Come on, " he muttered huskily, and Melissa gasped in surprise as his arms slid under her and swept her clean off her feet. His forearms beneath her knees and armpits bore her upwards effortlessly, and he carried her superb body across his office, kicking open a door at the rear of the room. Melissa let out a tiny whimper, her pretty head sagging against his muscular arm, as Kouzaris carried her into the lavishly appointed bedroom. Her frightened eyes were drawn involuntarily to the huge, scarlet-quilted super-kingsize bed where - she knew- he was about to ravish her magnificent body. He lowered her gently onto the soft quilt, the arm around her shoulders supporting her in a semi-reclining posture as his other hand slid eagerly over her hips and waist, ran up her naked back, and found the strap of her tiny swimsuit top. Melissa found herself unable to tear her gaze from him as she felt his hands moving between her shoulders. Suddenly the tautness of her swimsuit cups disappeared, and Kouzaris gasped with pleasure as Melissa's bikini brassiere fell uselessly away. Her plump, rounded breasts tumbled free, trembling gently as they settled after their release. His eyes ran slowly, lustfully down Melissa's gorgeous body, now clad only in her tiny black G-string. Allowing her shoulders to sink down into the soft pillows, Kouzaris placed his huge hands on her flawless hips, his forefingers looping around the elastic strings of her swimsuit panties. Very slowly, he began to draw Melissa's G-string away from her crotch and down over her smooth, tanned thighs. She lay completely passive as the Greek pulled her panties off of her and discarded them with her tiny brassiere on the floor, leaving her completely naked. Kouzaris knelt above her for some time, ogling every hollow and curve of her fabulous, tanned body... then he stepped off of the bed, and quickly unbuttoned his shorts. Melissa bit her lip at the sight of his huge manhood springing eagerly forward, the heavy purple truncheon topped with a blunt, shiny glans almost the size of a hen's egg. Her pretty eyes remained fixed on his pulsing erection as the Greek knelt on the bed alongside her, his deft hands sliding up along her inner thighs and parting them effortlessly. Then Melissa closed her eyes, trembling as she felt the rough stubble of his chin slide between her sculpted legs. Kouzaris panted with excitement as he closed on on Melissa's glistening vulva, savouring the sight and smell of her hot, oily sex. She was almost completely shaven, her pubis billiard-ball smooth except for a short, vertical stripe of tight blonde curls perhaps an inch wide by two deep, mown to within a half-inch of her skin. His nose nuzzled into this tiny, soft nest just before his eager lips spread over her exposed labia. Melissa whimpered involuntarily as she felt his mouth part her glistening lips and his tongue slide into her soft, pink vulva, touching the entrance of her urethra before gliding deeper into her body. He curled his tongue-tip upwards, stroking the roof of her vagina in an effort to find her G-spot. His big hands stroked Melissa's curvy hips, her smooth thighs now supported in the crooks of his elbows as though she were in stirrups, his tongue sliding and swimming in her tight, wet sex. Then Melissa's lacquered fingernails dug into the scarlet bedsheets alongside her slim waist, and she gasped as Kouzaris' long tongue ran over the sweet flesh of her G-spot. The Greek smiled inwardly as he felt Melissa stiffen under his hands, and he ran his tongue in circular motions over the upper surface of her sex tract until he felt her G-spot swell into a rough-textured bump. He swirled his tongue over and around her sweet sex-button, her gasps presently becoming audible even though her sculpted thighs were pressed tight against his ears. Her clitoral hood opened and her tiny pink clit slithered unhurriedly forwards, meeting Kouzaris' lips as he French-kissed her vagina, the movements of his lips during his working of her G-spot teasing her clit to full, aching attention. Ripples of shameful pleasure radiated through Melissa's body as Kouzaris tongued her hot, dripping sex, her pretty head sagging into the deep pillows. In spite of her situation, she could feel her excitement mounting as she was expertly stimulated, her breath coming in quick, rhythmic gasps of arousal. She knew this was all wicked and wrong - yet also knew that, if he continued working at her like this, she would soon begin to spiral upwards uncontrollably, until her long fingernails clawed frantically at his bedsheets and she gushed in unbearable sweetness into Kouzaris' mouth... Then she felt him move away, and was unsure if she were relieved or disappointed. Unable to hold back any longer, Kouzaris pulled his tongue from Melissa's wet, open sex. He began to stroke and kiss his way up her slim, curvy body, his hands running over her hips, her waist, her bullet-nippled breasts. His oil-covered lips found the base of her neck and began to slide over the muscles there as his immense, hairy body settled over her. "Guide me," he murmured, his voice husky with excitement. Lazy with pleasure and tranquilliser, and knowing she had no choice, Melissa slipped a slim arm between their bodies, a gasp escaping both of them as her fingers slid onto his huge shaft. Melissa's small hand couldn't even go right round him. "Please be careful..." she whispered imploringly. She steered him as he eased his hips forward on her, and her sensuous lips parted as she felt his blunt purple tip nose against the flower of her glistening pink vulva. Then Melissa whimpered helplessly as the huge Greek rocked forwards and parted her, his breath a harsh gasp against her smooth cheek as he sank exquisitely slowly into her hot, tight body. Her pretty head rolled to one side as Kouzaris entered her, filling her completely, his huge purple dome nestling against the neck of her cervix as his heavy balls came to rest against her damp perineum. Oh God, she thought, he was enormous. His hands enfolded her slim shoulders, holding her still as he withdrew until just his glans was still inside her, before he slid smooth and deep into her once more. Melissa's mouth opened as Kouzaris thrust unhurriedly in and out of her, her fingers twisting handfuls of scarlet bedsheet. She whimpered softly as he fucked her slowly and effortlessly, her tight body barely able to absorb each stroke of his immense purple shaft. Her pretty head rolled helplessly from one side to the other between his hairy forearms, her carefully painted eyes were defocussed, fluttering slits exposing perhaps one-third of her pupils, the top of her pretty head level with Kouzaris' massive, rhythmically working shoulders Kouzaris was panting heavily above Melissa as he thrust back and forth in the hot silk of her, wanting it to go on for ever but knowing he would not last long, ogling every detail of her beautiful, pouting face which sagged to one side against his arm. Melissa was gasping in rhythm with Kouzaris' thrusts as the Greek fucked her, pinning her slim, decorative body like some exotic insect to the scarlet sheets with his immense purple penis. She had drawn her legs high and wide as he had entered her, trying to open herself as much as possible to his enormous size, and now her small feet quivered on the bed alongside Kouzaris' knees. His hairy buttocks were hissing against the smooth flanks of her inner thighs as he pistoned relentlessly back and forth deep within her. He slid his hands into her thick, blonde hair and turned her pretty head up to face him, Melissa so small beneath him that he was unable to reach her soft, open lips with his mouth but wanting to gaze directly at her. Ogling every square centrimetre of her immaculate face, he presently bent low and began kissing her forehead, her eyelids, her pert nose. As Melissa's painted eyelids fluttered at the sensation of him inside her, Kouzaris glimpsed her dilated pupils, blurry and unfocussed with sedative. Her superbly toned, tanned body was slack and unresisting. His mouth began to open as he felt his orgasm approaching, his thrusts accelerating imperceptibly at first but soon forcing Melissa's sensuous, open lips to quiver with the effort of absorbing him. She whimpered with helplessness as Kouzaris' thrusts came faster and faster, her curvy hips squirming beneath his immense torso as his huge, purple glans bumped gently against her cervix each time he plunged into her body. Then, just as Melissa felt she was unable to take his enormous, driving penis for much longer, the huge Greek shuddered to a halt deep inside her, and a soft cry of ecstasy escaped his lips. A split-second later Melissa dimly felt a sudden heat flower deep in her body as Kouzaris climaxed above her, his gasping breath riffling her silky blonde hair, his weight sagging onto her slim body. He slid his penis gently in and out of her as he came in long, thick squirts, his sperm hosing against her cervix and clogging her snug vaginal tract. Each inward stroke of him filled Melissa completely, forcing his semen out of her dripping vulva with a soft, wet squelch. Melissa's gasps became harsh as the Greek's huge body sank completely onto her in his release, his 280 pound weight pressing her deep into the scarlet coverlet, his glistening penis still gliding gently inside her. Presently the last of his semen was drawn from his heavy balls, and Kouzaris simply lay across Melissa, panting with relief as his immense penis spasmed emptily inside her. Eventually he stopped moving and a few seconds later allowed himself to slither from Melissa's spermy vagina, levering himself off of her and slumping onto the bed alongside her with a gasp of satisfaction. He turned his head to savour the sight of Melissa's full breasts, presently sliding a huge arm beneath her shoulders and drawing her slim body against him until she nestled in the crook of his elbow. Melissa allowed her head to rest against his shoulder, her silken blonde hair flowing over his chest, her mind spinning as she felt his fingers slide down over one firm, pliant breast. As Kouzaris began to play with Melissa's supple flesh she remembered back to - one hour ago? - when she had walked confidently into his office and resumed her playful flirting with the huge Greek. One hour later, and she had been raped by him. Her drugged mind whirled lazily, her nipple involuntarily swelling into a stiff nubbin beneath his teasing fingers. She hadn't really struggled though, she thought... so had he really raped her, or simply completed a singularly insistent seduction of her? Kouzaris turned onto his side, his other hand running slowly over Melissa's smooth, curvy hip. His strong fingers left her breast and tilted her slim shoulders easily toward him. "Put your arms around me," he commanded softly. His head closed in on her, then he gently parted Melissa's sensuous, waxed lips with his tongue. Melissa's painted eyelids closed as she felt Kouzaris' long tongue slide into her soft mouth, her shoulders turning back onto the coverlet as the Greek's insistent kiss pressed her pretty head into the soft pillow. It didn't really matter what you called it, Melissa thought blurrily as Kouzaris eagerly explored her with his probing tongue - she was powerless to prevent him doing anything he wanted with her. Melissa slid her slender arms obediently around his immense shoulders, dimly realising that she was consciously abandoning herself to him completely. Her slim, lacquer-tipped tingers stroked Kouzaris' hairy back as she felt his hand slide up her body from hip to neck, and bury itself wrist-deep in her thick, blonde hair. His breath hissed with renascent excitement against her smooth cheek as he sucked her hard over his long tongue, his leg easing once more between Melissa's tanned thighs. She felt his thick sperm trickle from her soft, pink vulva and roll slowly down over her glistening perineum as his knee parted her legs wider, and she knew he was going to take her again, to feast repeatedly on her fabulous young body until it was time to release her. Melissa lightly squeezed Kouzaris' buttocks, feeling him shiver at the sensation of her long, sharp fingernails pressing on his skin, hoping he enjoyed what she was doing. She knew that the Greek was quite capable of breaking her in half over his knee, and Melissa had decided that, if she finally left his bedroom in no worse condition than being sore and stretched from the attentions of his huge penis, having experienced the most gruelling sex session of her life, she would consider it a lucky escape... To be continued... Melissa's Capture Ch. 02 (Author's note - this story is part of a series and will be most fully appreciated if you have already read the first part.) Melissa and Kouzaris lay together on his bed, their bodies entwined with each other. The Greek's huge torso was half-above Melissa's slim, hourglass form, and his deep, searching kiss nestled her pretty head firmly into the soft pillow. His fingers caressed the velvet curve of her smooth hip, his leg tight between her perfectly depilated thighs and his other hand pushed deep in the thick, flaxen silk of her blonde hair. After several minutes, Kouzaris lifted his head from above hers and pulled his tongue from her mouth with an audible plop of broken suction. Melissa continued to stroke his buttocks as he drew his hand from her rich hair and his lips slid behind her jewelled earlobe, the pressure rolling her pretty head to one side as the Greek began to neck her firmly. Kouzaris ran his lips unhurriedly across the muscles and hollows of Melissa's slender neck, enjoying the feel and taste of her flawlessly tanned skin, his hands caressing her luxuriant hips. Melissa's eyelids fluttered at the sensation of Kouzaris firmly hoovering her neck, and as she felt the taut skin there growing hot and excited under his insistent mouth she murmured softly. "Christos..." she breathed, "...please don't mark me. We don't want Charles to find out about this." Kouzaris ruminated for several seconds as he sucked at Melissa's sweet-tasting neck. He was not keen on his pliant captive issuing any kind of instruction to him... yet he could accept that, when Melissa's stupid little-boy husband returned from his fruitless four-hour car drive, a reunion with a wife sporting a newly acquired necklace of purple love-bites would be rather awkward. With a grunt of reluctant assent, Kouzaris' lips and tongue began to ease away from Melissa's reddened neck, sliding down her slender body until , finally, he was nuzzling her sweat-dampened cleavage. Melissa's sensuous lips parted as she felt Kouzaris begin to run his mouth over the velvet skin of her breasts, his hands leaving her hips and gliding up across her flat belly. Then she gasped as she felt his big hands cupping her superbly firm breasts, stroking and squeezing the supple flesh as his tongue began to run feather-light around the edge of one brown nipple. Melissa's slim hands had run up his back and settled on his upper arms as Kouzaris had travelled down her body, and now - grateful that he had listened and anxious to please him - she began to glide her long fingernails over his immense arms. Kouzaris shuddered at the sensation, his breath quickening once more and his huge penis slowly beginning to lengthen against her thigh. Melissa's lips quivered as the huge Greek played with her fabulous breasts, her body relaxing into the sheets under his ministrations. She felt his warm mouth enveloping one of her nipples with a gentle bite as he stroked the pliantly yielding flesh beneath it, and to her shame she felt herself responding, her nipple beginning to swell in his mouth. Her pretty eyelids had begun to slide shut with guilty enjoyment when she felt Kouzaris pull away from her, leaving her nipples stiff and wet from the attentions of his tongue. Tilting her head, she gazed quizzically at Kouzaris as he lifted himself from the rumpled scarlet sheets and strolled over to a small handbasin situated in one corner of the room. Had she done something wrong? Melissa raised her smooth, curvy body up onto one elbow, watching the huge Greek apprehensively. "Christos? Is everything alright?" Do anything, she told herself, do anything he wants. Just make sure you keep him happy. Melissa heard the tinkle of water as Kouzaris dipped his huge paw into the sink, and then he turned to smile at her as he pulled a dripping tube from the bowl. "Yes, my little sex-pot," he beamed. "Everything is fine. Just lay back." Kouzaris ambled back to the bed, and Melissa allowed her slim shoulders to sink down into the scarlet sheets once more, her eyes never leaving him as he unscrewed the cap from the tube. "You like massage, yes? You enjoy it earlier." Melissa smiled tentatively. "Yes... it was very nice." Kouzaris squeezed the tube and a stream of clear liquid filled his immense, cupped hand. "Good." He laid the tube on the edge of the bed and closed his hands together, smiling as he worked them gently against each other. "This is a sensual massage oil. I leave it in hot water before you arrive, to warm it. You will enjoy, I think." Melissa unblinkingly watched Kouzaris' dripping hands separate, and then her sensuous mouth suddenly opened as the Greek slid his oiled fingers over the soft skin of her breasts. Melissa sighed shiveringly as she felt his slippery hands envelop her velvet-smooth breasts, beginning to stroke and squeeze the supple flesh of them. One big hand left her, and then she felt warm oil streaming over her rapidly lengthening nipples as Kouzaris poured more lubricant onto her flawless skin. Then he was using both hands on her again, and as he expertly manipulated her gleaming, pliant breasts Melissa's eyes slowly glazed with pleasure. Oh God, she thought dreamily, that feels fantastic. A tiny part of her tranquillized mind realised that the preheated oil was just another part of Kouzaris' carefully planned conquest of her, but the thought gradually disappeared as the huge Greek caressed her firm, oiled breasts and a tiny murmur of pleasure escaped her waxed lips. Kouzaris watched Melissa's pretty face as his fingers slid effortlessly over the soft skin of her, smiling as her sensuous lips grew slack with enjoyment and her heavy-lidded eyes languidly defocussed. Her vulva had begun to ease from the folds of her body almost as soon as Kouzaris' oiled hands had closed over her, and now its sperm-soaked lips parted with an audible click as Melissa flowered fully open. His hands working slowly and easily at her slippery breasts, Kouzaris slid his meaty thigh between Melissa's long, depilated legs until it nestled against her eagerly pouting vulva. Within a few seconds she had begun to rotate her curvy hips against him, unable to stop herself and not even wanting to, thinking now only of the pleasure radiating from her gleaming breasts and exposed clitoris. Her nipples were reddened and tender beneath his smoothly sliding hands, and so stiff they were almost sore. Her straining vulva slithered wetly over the huge Greek's leg as she masturbated herself against him, her own gathering sex oils now mixing with the semen oozing from deep inside her and allowing her clitoris to glide deliciously back and forth on his iron-hard thigh, sending waves of shivery pleasure through her smooth body. She was sighing with enjoyment and knew that she was becoming more and more aroused. Kouzaris felt Melissa beginning to squirm gently beneath his expert ministrations, her breaths now soft purrs of excitement. His penis had been steadily lengthening and now as he watched Melissa's lightly painted eyelids flicker almost shut and her pretty head roll helplessly to one side, his huge purple penis swung slowly up past the horizontal, pulsing gently as it rose until the globe of precum at its tip was almost brushing against his stomach. His own breath was quick and heavy now, his hands beginning to squeeze Melissa's superb breasts harder so that they almost slid out of his hands as he played with her. He shifted his weight above her, his eyes pink with desire. Melissa's hips rose from the bed as Kouzaris' leg moved away from between her thighs, her brow wrinkling as she tried to keep rubbing herself against him. Her pretty green eyes fluttered open and she watched, heavy-lidded with the tingling pleasure radiating from her slippery, expertly manipulated breasts, as Kouzaris shifted position above her. The huge Greek knelt over Melissa and shuffled forwards until his knees were under her smoothly shaven armpits, his huge torso towering over her and his taut buttocks resting lightly on Melissa's flat, tanned belly. His hands slithering firmly over Melissa's heavily oiled breasts, Kouzaris leaned forwards and Melissa gasped as she felt the weight of his heavy erection nestle into her wet cleavage. She realised what he was going to do, and her slim fingers gripped the scarlet sheets as she felt Kouzaris push her full, firm breasts together, enveloping his huge purple glans. Kouzaris sighed as he closed Melissa's slippery breasts around his immense penis, and then he let out a whimper of excitement as he eased his hips forwards over the beautiful English girl's slim body, his erection sliding deliciously between her breasts until his balls rested against their plump undersides and his purple dome reappeared just below her neck. Kouzaris withdrew so just his blunt glans lay buried between Melissa's oiled breasts, then he slid forwards again until his tip popped out above her shining globes. Gasping with excitement, the huge Greek began thrusting gently back and forth above her slim, decorative body, unhurriedly fucking Melissa's tits, ogling her beautiful face and the sight of his glistening purple dome contrasting with the flawless tan of her cleavage each time he popped out of the tunnel of her breasts on his inward strokes. Melissa tilted her pretty head back against the pillow, not wanting to see Kouzaris tit-fucking her but still able to feel and hear him slithering between her gleaming breasts. And still his hands stroked and squeezed and manipulated her slippery tits, and still it felt tremendous in spite of her distaste at the sex act. Melissa didn't really like the way he was using her... yet she could hear her own quickening breaths, heavy with arousal at the delicious tingling which radiated from her chest. Kouzaris was panting hotly as he thrust again and again between Melissa's superb breasts, her nipples bullet-hard beneath his sliding hands. As his eyes crawled across her beautiful face and cornsilk hair he knew he couldn't last much longer. Her pretty head slowly tilted sideways, that gorgeous, flaxen hair fanning out over the pillow, and Kouzaris marvelled at how the pale blonde silk of her was actually lighter than the flawless tan of her bronzed skin. The huge Greek began to plunge faster between her gleaming breasts, squeezing the supple flesh until Melissa's mouth popped open at the sensation. Even her tits were perfectly tanned, he thought, no hint of any bikini line whatsoever. He looked down at Melissa's fabulous, shining breasts slithering beneath his hands as his huge erection plunged relentlessly between them, and he whimpered with ecstasy as he felt himself pass the point of no return. Melissa grunted with discomfort as Kouzaris squeezed her breasts tightly, knowing what it must mean. She felt him slide between them once more, all the way forwards, then felt his huge erection pulse strongly against her soft, sensitive skin. The huge Greek gasped with relief as a long rope of semen shot from his purple penis, flying over Melissa's slim shoulder and landing in the thick silk of her hair. His shaft pulsed again and Melissa flinched as his hot seed hit the underneath of her chin and ran lazily into the hollows of her neck. Kouzaris panted with pleasure, his spunk squirting rhythmically over Melissa's neck and chest in long, warm jets, growing thick and spermy as his orgasm deepened. His peak seemed to go on and on as he emptied himself prodigiously onto her tanned skin, but eventually the flow of semen became merely a series of tiny globes oozing from his glistening purple tip, appearing during his gentle forward stroke and being wiped off each time he withdrew from between Melissa's pliant flesh. Eventually Kouzaris stopped moving, and a few seconds later Melissa sighed with relief as she felt his big hands release her aching breasts. She tentatively opened her eyes. The Greek was gazing down at her, savouring the sight of his gorgeous young prize streaked with the thick, white stripes of his semen. "Rub it in," he breathed. Melissa frowned uncomprehendingly. "I'm sorry?" Kouzaris leaned forwards, and Melissa's pretty green eyes flickered with shameful pleasure as he began to gently caress her supple breasts again... but this time his hands quickly began to work higher, smoothing the warm ropes of semen across her shoulders. "Rub it in - like this." Melissa swallowed, hesitating for a second. Then, remembering the bargain she had made with herself to agree to the huge Greek's every whim, she lifted her slim hands to her throat and began to run her lacquer-tipped fingers through the streaks of Kouzaris' sperm. She kept working her fingertips over her skin until the whole of her neck and shoulders glistened with a shining coat of his semen. "Good." The huge Greek smiled, his hands beginning to slide feather-light over Melissa's gleaming breasts once more. "Very good. Now please lick your fingers." Just do it, Melissa told herself, just do what he says. It's nothing you haven't tasted before. Besides which, Kouzaris' gentle manipulations were beginning to send little tendrils of pleasure into her mind again, her nipples stiffening as his oiled fingers slid effortlessly over her velvet breasts. Her pretty eyes beginning to hood with guilty enjoyment, Melissa raised her hands to her mouth and began to slip one lacquer-tipped finger after another between her sensuous lips. She held Kouzaris' eager gaze as she sucked his semen from her slim fingers. He tasted extremely salty, she thought. Much more salty than Charles, or any other man she had ever tasted. She wondered briefly if that made him more virile, or more fertile, or if it was just a biological quirk. At least she had remembered to take her pill that morning, she thought. When she had finished, Melissa lay her arms down spreadeagled across the bedsheets, her lightly painted eyelids half-closed now as the fingers gliding smoothly over her slippery breasts began to draw her vulva from the folds of her body once more. Melissa felt herself involuntarily becoming aroused under the Greek's ministrations - for the third, fourth time? - and realised with utter shame that she was beginning to hope Kouzaris was soon going to make her climax. She felt the huge Greek's weight shift from her belly as he dismounted her, and Melissa's sculpted thighs parted wide as Kouzaris knelt between her long, smooth legs, still playing with her shimmering breasts. Melissa sighed with enjoyment as the Greek gently flicked her oiled nipples with his fingers, then her closed eyelids fluttered at the sensation of his tongue sliding into her belly button. His lips worked downwards over her rounded pubis, skirting around the tiny, vertical stripe of close-trimmed blonde curls above her labia, and then Melissa's sensuous lips parted as she felt the tip of his tongue run lightly along the full length of her shining clitoris. Her breath left her in a shivering gasp as Kouzaris closed his lips over her and began to suck at her engorged clit, his tongue flicking its hypersensitive tip gently from side to side. Kouzaris slid his big hands slowly off of Melissa's fabulous breasts, leaving them tingling with pleasure. His fingers ran unhurriedly over the hollows of her waist and the curve of her hips, leaving thin tracks of shining oil on her superb body, before trailing feather-light across her smooth inner thighs. Melissa knew where he was going, wanting him to be there, and she heard herself whimper softly with anticipation as his fingertips found her eagerly pouting vulva. Without preamble he gently peeled her moist, pink pussy lips all the way apart, and Melissa's pretty head sagged to one side as his finger slid easily into her wet, open vagina. Kouzaris was still flicking Melissa's clitoris with his expert tongue, and he smiled inwardly as his searching finger ran over a small bulge in the roof of her vagina and he felt Melissa's body stiffen at his touch. The Greek began to concentrate on the rough-textured bump of her, brushing his finger over and around the beautiful English girl's G-spot as Melissa's hips began to move rhythmically against his mouth and fingers. Melissa's sensuous mouth opened with pleasure as Kouzaris expertly masturbated her, arousing her quickly and easily. Her long, perfectly depilated calves drew together over Kouzaris' shoulders, pulling him towards her as her luxuriant hips began to squirm gently against him, his fingers and tongue moving with her and attending ceaselessly to her clit and G-spot. Inside his mouth, Melissa's clitoris was growing crimson with excitement, and the sweet bump of her G-spot was plump and bloated under his fingertip as her lovejuice gathered. Her head rolled onto her semen-coated shoulder and her tongue ran languidly over her painted lips as Kouzaris worked at her relentlessly. Soon, she knew, she would lose control and then the sweetness would overcome her... and she craved the sensation, yearning for the huge Greek to finish her off. "Make me come," she whispered longingly. "Please... make me come." Relishing the control he had over her body, Kouzaris let his tongue slip away from Melissa's shining clitoris, enjoying the groan of disappointment which was quickly followed by a whimper of pleasure as he flicked his tongue over her crimson clit once more. At the same time, Kouzaris continued to tease Melissa's swollen G-spot with an expert fingertip, stroking and stroking as she gasped with helpless excitement, her pupils dilating into huge black saucers behind her flickering eyelids. Melissa moaned softly as she felt herself begin to spiral inexorably upwards, her flat belly trembling with anticipation. Her slim fingers gripped handfuls of scarlet sheet as Kouzaris worked at her, flicking her engorged clit inside his sucking mouth but concentrating most of his effort on her plump, bloated G-spot. Then Melissa whimpered with agonised relief as she passed the point of no return, and with Kouzaris tormenting her sweet bump over and over, the wave of ecstasy rose up and engulfed her. Melissa convulsed as her orgasm took her, her slim shoulders lifting clear of the pillows and an anguished cry of ecstasy escaping her sensuous lips. Between her firm thighs, Kouzaris suddenly felt Melissa gush hotly onto his hands and chin, her lovejuice squirting strongly from her peeled-open vulva and soaking the scarlet sheets. The smell of her was heavy and intoxicating, and Kouzaris' penis stirred between his legs, beginning to straighten and lift. He gently kissed her clitoris as Melissa's hips writhed against him, his finger leaving the sweetness of her for a second before returning to glide quickly back and forth over her tortured G-spot, generating another small expulsion from Melissa's rippling vagina. His own semen was running from her body along with her hot ejaculate. Above him, Melissa was whimpering with ecstasy, her fabulous body now slumped back into the pillows as her orgasm drained her. Oh God, she thought, oh God, oh God. She needed that so much. Kouzaris' tongue ran very gently around the hood of Melissa's clit as the tremors of her orgasm gradually diminished and faded, her whimpers subsiding into heavy, contented sighs of satisfaction. Languorously she slipped her slim hands over her glistening breasts, caressing them gently. Melissa relaxed into the soft pillows, her fabulous body lax and sated, dimly aware in her contentment that the huge Greek was still lightly stroking her clitoral hood with his tongue. Her now-oily hands slid away from her breasts and fell with soft thumps against the thick sheets as she nestled her pretty head into the soft pillows. This is crazy, she thought. Technically, she was still being raped - but she had just had the deepest of orgasms, and was so relaxed she was in some danger of actually falling asleep. Melissa's Capture Ch. 02 She felt Kouzaris' strong, dripping hands on her curvy hips, marking her with massage oil and her own lovejuice, and she allowed him to turn her slim body onto one side. His arm slid beneath her uppermost thigh and draped her long, depilated leg over his immense shoulders, his tongue still tracing the outline of her clitoral hood. Encouraged by his hands on her body Melissa curled forwards into a loose foetal position, Kouzaris' head resting on the lower of her inner thighs while the other lay warm and smooth against his neck, her calf lightly pulling his shoulders onto her. Melissa sighed with contentment as the huge Greek gently stroked her pink labia with his tongue, the last of his semen dribbling lazily from her wet sex. Kouzaris slid one slippery hand over Melissa's firm buttock, squeezing and stroking the pliant globe. Melissa's sensuous, painted lips parted in a smile of enjoyment at the sensation, for she loved having her bum played with, and then she gave a tiny murmur of pleasure as she felt Kouzaris' other hand slide between her smooth thighs and open her pouting vulva with his fingers. Her dormant G-spot soon began to swell against his fingertip, and as he stroked the sweet bump of her Melissa sighed and her pink clitoris slithered unhurriedly from its hood directly onto the quivering tip of Kouzaris' waiting tongue. She shivered as the Greek began to gently stimulate her again, her clit slowly hardening into a pulsing nubbin against his expertly flicking tongue and her G-spot growing fat under his stroking fingertip. Her superb body was still relaxed but she could feel herself gradually becoming aroused under Kouzaris' attentions, her shiny nipples beginning to lengthen into firm teats. Beneath her hooded lids, Melissa's pretty green eyes slowly became glassy with pleasure, and soon her unfocussed pupils began to enlarge steadily. As Kouzaris expertly manipulated her, Melissa's breaths grew heavy with building excitement and her luxuriant hips began to move in tiny, rhythmic motions once more. As he felt Melissa begin to rotate her hips against him, his lengthening penis suddenly lifted away from his hairy thigh, growing until it stood erect and throbbing against his stomach. Smiling inwardly, the huge Greek allowed the hand playing with her bottom to ease the firm globes of her buttocks apart, sliding his fingers between her gorgeous cheeks. Melissa gasped as she felt the Greek's fingertips run over her puckered anus, moving to stroke her slippery perineum with his oiled fingers before returning and wetting the soft exit of her. Melissa's curvy hips were still responding to his excellent masturbation of her, but the slowly multiplying tendrils of pleasure which were once again beginning to take over her mind were joined now by just a tremor of apprehension. Kouzaris ran his fingers across Melissa's glistening perineum all the way to her vulva, eliciting a murmur of pleasure from his beautiful captive as he slid another finger effortlessly into her peeled-open vagina. She was oiling profusely now as her excitement mounted, and when he withdrew the finger from her it was dripping with her aromatic lovejuice. Still ceaselessly working at her clit and G-spot, he traced the fingertip back upwards between her buttocks and began to stroke Melissa's soft anus, returning to dip his finger into her soaked, open pussy several times until Melissa's puckered exit was shining and slippery. Finding the cushioned star of her once more with his dripping finger, Kouzaris this time eased his hand forwards gently but firmly, and his fingertip disappeared inside her. Melissa grunted as she felt Kouzaris' fingertip slide into her anus. Automatically her body tried to expel him, but then she hissed softly as his finger slid past her sphincter muscle and all the way into her hot fundament. Still her curvy hips squirmed gently against him as he flicked her crimson clitoris with his tongue and caressed her swollen G-spot with a dextrous fingertip, but now as she moved in tiny, thrusting motions against his face, his other index finger slid smoothly back and forth deep in Melissa's tight rectum. Her sensuous mouth opened as Kouzaris expertly masturbated her, the sharpening excitement of it forcing her breaths into shallow gasps of pleasure. Her long fingernails dug into one of the bed's soft pillows as she felt the first faint tremor in her belly signalling the approach of another climax, and she ground her curvy hips eagerly into the Greek's face as he tortured her pulsing clit and bloated G-spot. Please don't stop, Melissa begged silently, her painted eyelids fluttering. I'm so close, I'm so close, please don't stop. Take me through all the way again. She was barely aware of the finger buried deep in her anus. Kouzaris sensed that Melissa was on the brink of release... and also that her rectum seemed to have slackened around his probing finger. His hands were still slippery with oil and lovejuice, and as he dimly heard Melissa whimper with suddenly spiralling pleasure he drew his middle finger close to his plunging index finger and squeezed them both into Melissa's soft, hot bowels. Melissa flinched slightly but the sensation hardly registered in her pleasure-fogged mind. Kouzaris had teased her heavy, bloated G-spot to the limit of its endurance and now, as he sucked hard on her throbbing clit, he flicked it quickly from side to side with his tongue, once, twice, three times, and by the third time Melissa had already cried out in unbearable ecstasy and her supple thighs had clamped like a smooth vice around his head. This time, Kouzaris cupped the hand attending Melissa's gaping vulva as she squirted hotly onto him, the beautiful English blonde whimpering helplessly with sweet release. The Greek eased his head with some difficulty from between her squeezing thighs, his two fingers still buried deep in her anus. He could feel her body clenching rhythmically as her vagina rippled in orgasmic contractions. Melissa's long, sharp fingernails clawed at the soft pillow she held, her pretty head arching all the way back until the tendons stood out tautly on her neck, and her fabulous body shuddered with ecstasy as another spoonful of hot lovejuice trickled from her open vulva onto her flawless inner thigh. Kouzaris manoeuvred his immense body between Melissa's legs until he was behind her, his gorgeous captive barely noticing as she panted with satisfaction. She could, however, feel his fingers still buried in her anus, but didn't care as she rode the incredibly prolonged peak of her climax. Oh God oh yes oh God that's so good. Kouzaris waited until Melissa eventually stopped trembling and her breaths had become shivering sighs of contentment. Then he spoke. "Melissa, I want you to crouch on your hands and knees." His own breath was heavy with excitement once more. She moaned lazily. "Oh please, Christos... just give me one minute." The deep, drawing pleasure was almost gone now, but still tiny tremors occasionally rippled from between her smooth legs. The Greek waited twenty seconds. "Now, please," he instructed. Melissa sighed and rolled over onto all fours, drawing her knees underneath her until they touched the plump undersides of her breasts. Sinking down onto her elbows, she felt surprisingly calm about her current position. So Kouzaris had his fingers up her arse, she told herself, but that was okay because there was no way that huge prick of his was going to fit in there. Kouzaris knelt behind Melissa, his penis a throbbing purple truncheon. He began to ease his two fingers back and forth in her hot fundament with slow strokes, crossing and uncrossing his fingers inside her to search the intimate contours of her back passage. His other hand was still cupping a puddle of Melissa's aromatic lovejuice, and now he closed it around his heavy erection, sighing with pleasure as he slid his dripping hand up and down his contoured shaft until it glistened with Melissa's sex oil. Eventually he stopped stroking himself, and Melissa shivered as she felt his wet hand glide slowly back and forth over her buttocks, mildly arousing her and making her cheeks shiny with her own lubricant. This wasn't bad at all, she thought. Then he stroked lazily down into the cleft of her firm butt and, slightly spreading the two fingers already inside Melissa to widen her sphincter, Kouzaris eased a slippery finger from his other hand into her warm anus. Melissa gasped as she felt a third finger slide into her quivering rectum. She felt very full now, but as the Greek began to move his fingers deep inside her, she told herself to relax. He wasn't going to get much further than this, so he would just finger-fuck her arse for a while, and then probably flip her over and screw her again. And she had kind of, sort of, quite enjoyed that last time. Melissa nestled her smooth forehead into the soft pillow, her muscles soft and languid after her torrid orgasms. Kouzaris was quite taken aback when Melissa's tight anus suddenly dilated, but quickly he slid a fourth finger into her, burying himself up to the knuckles in her hot fundament. Well, the dirty little slut, he thought as he worked unhurriedly at Melissa's slackened orifice. She had done this before! Perhaps her husband wasn't such a prudish little wimp after all. Or maybe he was, and his gorgeous wife had taken an adventurous lover. Kouzaris' erection pulsed eagerly. Melissa moaned with dread when she felt her sphincter lose all resistance to the Greek's questing fingers. She tried to tense herself back up, but he was probing far too deeply for her to effect any expulsion of him, and as soon as she stopped making the conscious effort to squeeze, her anus opened into a slack, unresisting hole. How the hell had he done this to her? She twisted her pretty head to one side against the pillow as Kouzaris pulled her hips slowly upwards with his hands until her thighs were vertical and her flawless buttocks stood high above the rumpled sheets, his thrusting fingers ceaselessly ravishing her gaping fundament. Oh God, this was bad, she thought. What on earth had happened? Then she realised with a start: Of course! This was all Charles' fault. For several months, Melissa's husband had pressed his beautiful young wife to allow him to sex her anally. She had refused, of course, but had seen no harm when Charles had slid one deft finger - wet from his splendid manipulation of her shaven sex - gently into the soft, puckered exit of her as they had begun to make love one Saturday evening. Since then it had been a regular part of their sexual repertoire, and when Melissa was whimpering with pleasure under the attentions of her husband's penis, hands or tongue, Charles often had one or two fingers stroking the inner lining of her hot anus. It was harmless enough, she had thought, but evidently her husband's recent frequent fingering of her had reprogrammed the instinct of her sphincter muscle just enough... And now, under the huge Greek's prolonged and much more forceful invasion, she had simply opened up around him. Kouzaris' relentless working inside her slack fundament was causing a thin sheen of anal lubricant to ooze from the pores of her rectal passage, mixing with oil and lovejuice on his probing fingers, and presently Melissa's loose anal cavity began to squelch softly every time he slid to the knuckles inside her. She could hear the huge Greek panting excitedly above her, and feel his fingers working deep and unhindered in her defenceless rectum as it slurped and squelched around him, and Melissa's fabulous body shivered with apprehension. Kouzaris' slippery fingers glided effortlessly back into Melissa's unresisting anus once more, and as he pulled away from her he withdrew his fingers right out of her body. For a second her fundament gaped like a tunnel before him, allowing him to see several inches inside her, before her tired sphincter muscle slowly responded. Before she was more than halfway closed he held two fingers in Melissa's slack ring, grinning as her lazily puckering anus kissed his fingers and immediately dilated once more, permitting his third and fourth fingers to slip smoothly back inside her hot, wet body. Every three of four gliding strokes, Kouzaris withdrew completely before sliding back into his gorgeous young captive's helpless fundament, keeping up this rhythm for several long minutes until Melissa's exhausted sphincter quivered open and utterly defenceless, scarcely even beginning to constrict each time he pulled free of her. She was ready. Kouzaris slid one hand over his glistening erection, three fingers of his other hand gliding easily into Melissa's gaping rectum with a soft, wet squelch. The beautiful English girl's eyes were shut and she was whimpering quietly with repressed panic, hoping fervently that this wouldn't be as bad as she feared it might be. His fingers worked inside her pliant sphincter for a few more seconds, then he withdrew again and this time Melissa's sensuous lips quivered as she felt the unmistakeable bluntness of the Greek's huge, purple penis nestle between her cleft. She squeezed her lightly painted eyelids tightly shut as her weakly closing ring immediately dilated like an opening mouth round Kouzaris' immense glans, the tip of him nosing inside her unresisting sphincter. This is it, she thought. Holding still for a moment, his purple dome halfway into Melissa's body, Kouzaris slid his wet, aromatic fingers over her curvy hips. Then he gently drew her onto him, whimpering with joy as Melissa's accomodating anus stretched snugly over his slippery glans and he slithered slowly into her hot bowels. Melissa groaned helplessly as Kouzaris sank his pulsing erection deep into her arse, her hips trembling in his hands at the incredible fullness of him. How could this be happening to her? Oh God, he was so big, so big. Her slim fingers dug into the pillow as the huge Greek's tip pressed into the warm clay of Melissa's faeces, finally bringing him to a halt with almost all of his huge shaft inside her. Kouzaris savoured the moment of being buried all the way into Melissa's anus, then after a few seconds he drew his hips back, pulling his immense shaft from between her spread buttocks. When the crest of his dome was almost out of her, he slid easily back into Melissa until he filled her completely again, both of them gasping at the sensation of his inward stroke. Slowly, Kouzaris began to thrust back and forth in Melissa's hot anus, his big hands tightly controlling her luxuriant hips. Melissa gritted her teeth as the huge Greek began fucking her gaping arsehole, her mind reeling. Amazingly the sensation wasn't that unpleasant, she realised - he was very slippery, and he had worked relentlessly at her sphincter until it was a slack, unresisting hole, the exhausted muscle not even twitching as his glistening shaft slid effortlessly in and out of her. It was just so... odd, unfamiliar, that inward stroke. It felt like he was right up behind her belly-button when he filled her completely. She began to relax slightly, her panic subsiding. At least he wasn't ripping her apart. The Greek was gasping with excitement as he thrust deep inside Melissa's flawless body with smooth, easy rhythm. His repeatedly driving penis had flattened and dented the tail of her soft excrement, allowing him to sink another half-inch or so into her with each stroke, and now sensing that his beautiful captive was in no obvious distress below him, Kouzaris gently accelerated his rhythm until he was plunging sweetly back and forth in her hot, slippery fundament, her snug passage so wet that she was squelching audibly with the increased speed. Melissa's fabulous body began to shudder at Kouzaris' faster tempo, her knuckles white with tension as she clutched the soft pillow in her slim hands. She could feel the thin membrane between her anus and vagina being distorted by the Greek's huge, plunging penis, each thrust pushing the pliant sheet of muscle up into the roof of her wet vagina in long, firm waves... which - incredible though it was to her - actually felt rather good when accompanied by the smooth friction of his glistening shaft in her hot anus. Melissa's lightly painted eyelids fluttered as her G-spot slowly swelled against the rhythmically heaving membrane, and she found herself beginning to pant softly with the first tremors of arousal. Please, no faster, she thought. His plunging purple penis, beginning to compress the tip of the faecal waste deep inside her, was making her feel just slightly uncomfortable, but the gliding friction of him and the gentle stimulation of her firming G-spot was growing increasingly pleasurable. Anything more would just be painful, but this... Melissa could feel her nipples swelling. No faster. No faster. Kouzaris whimpered with mounting excitement as he rooted Melissa's gorgeous arse. Her pretty head was turned to one side against the pillow, her silken blonde hair a thick, lustrous fan across the soft cushion, and as he ogled the profile of her beautiful face Kouzaris could see her sensuous, painted lips moving. Leaning forwards, never breaking his sweet rhythm in her, the huge Greek could just make out her whispers over the soft squelch of her unresisting anus. "No faster..." Melissa was breathing, barely aware that she was giving voice to her thoughts. "Please... no faster... no faster..." Kouzaris moaned with delight. What a beautiful, filthy slut, he marvelled. He was assaulting her arse while her husband was being driven around the country on a wild goose chase arranged by her rapist... and she was actually enjoying it! He felt his excitement climbing inexorably higher, and fought to hold his release at bay, wanting to prolong the sight and smell and sweet, slurping friction of anally fucking Melissa for as long as possible. Melissa's G-spot had swollen into a smooth dome in her slippery sex tract, and each gliding stroke of the Greek's huge, contoured erection in her anus caused her vaginal floor to surge delightfully against its hypersensitive surface. God, that feels good, she thought wonderingly. No faster, no faster. "No faster..." Kouzaris heard Melissa whisper shiveringly. "Please... no faster... oh that's good... no faster..." Between his hands, Melissa's flawless hips began to rotate minutely as she tried to grind her bloated G-spot against the surging membrane separating it from the thrusting penis in her resistless sphincter. Oh yes, oh yes. Just like that. "No faster..." whimpered Melissa, her sensuous lips beginning to quiver with pleasure, her lacquered fingernails scratching at the soft pillow. "Ohhhh, just like that... no faster... mmmmm, no faster..." And above her fabulous, gently squirming body, Kouzaris could hold back no longer. He slid hard and deep into her hot shippery fundament and cried out in rapturous release as his orgasm overcame him. The eye of his penis opened against Melissa's dented faeces and a split-second later his semen hosed onto her waste in a long, thick squirt. Kouzaris panted with relief as he slithered slowly back and forth in Melissa's resistless anus, his sperm filling her gaping cavity in blissful, rhythmic jets. Below the huge Greek, Melissa trembled at the liquid heat of him deep inside her, unsure whether she was relieved her arse-fucking was over without injury or disappointed that he hadn't lasted quite long enough for her pleasure to really spiral. Kouzaris slid gently in and out of Melissa's anus for some time, until his empty, spent penis began to soften. Reluctantly he pulled away from her, slithering wetly from between her glorious buttocks, his shaft dripping and brown-streaked. His eyes savoured the sight and smell of Melissa's gaping, sperm-filled rectum for several seconds as her exhausted sphincter struggled to reactivate itself, her quivering anus eventually shrinking slowly to a half-inch wide hole, too weak to close any further. Kouzaris released Melissa's luxuriant hips, and she sagged into a loose foetal position with a gasp of relief and fatigue. Dimly she felt a warm tide flow over her buttocks as the Greek's semen, thick and brown, streamed from her open, twitching anus. Melissa's Capture Ch. 02 The huge Greek remained kneeled over her for a time, enjoying the sight of Melissa's spent, used body. The glorious curves of her breasts and hips and buttocks still gleamed with oil, her supple inner thighs shone with his sperm and her own squirted lovejuice, and her slim neck and shoulders were tacky with the drying semen he had emptied over her from between those fabulous breasts. He sighed contentedly and looked at his watch. "Melissa." She turned her pretty head resignedly to face him. Was there still more? Her weak anus had finally closed and the movement of her body caused trapped air within her to exhaust in a wet, sticky fart, brown sperm bubbling from between her shining buttocks. "You have been here for a little over three hours," Kouzaris informed her. Lifting his immense body from the bed, the Greek ambled over to the fitted wardrobe. "Your husband is likely to return in about forty-five minutes time. I suggest you go to your room, take a shower, and prepare yourself for his arrival. You may use this robe." Melissa recognised the plain white bathrobe Kouzaris draped over her recumbent body, a standard-issue hotel accessory. "I-I don't have the room key," she stammered. Kouzaris smiled down at her. "I will give you a spare when we go back out to reception." He wiped his glistening penis casually with a towel, leaving a long, brown mark on the white linen. Quickly pulling on his shorts, the Greek smilingly watched Melissa as she drew her tiny, black swimsuit panties up over her hips and slipped into the bathrobe, knotting the waistband tight around her hourglass waist. Her bikini brassiere she stuffed into the robe's small pocket. She could feel a dampness on the back of her neck, and Melissa blushed as she realised that she had semen in her hair. "Splendid!" beamed Kouzaris, beckoning her out into his office. Though she tried to remain outwardly calm, Melissa's long, smooth legs wobbled unsteadily beneath her as she walked past him, her body weak and aching from his ceaseless attentions. Kouzaris followed, and turned to face his beautiful captive as the approached the outer door which led to the hotel's reception lobby. Sliding his huge hands around Melissa's slim upper arms, he eased her curvy body against the white door, stepping forwards until his chest brushed her towel-covered breasts. Lowering his head, he parted Melissa's sensuous lips quickly and eagerly with his mouth, driving his tongue firmly between her teeth and pushing her pretty head back against the wood with a gentle bump. He kissed her fiercely for several seconds, sucking the air from her and smearing his lips against hers as he hungrily explored every corner of her small, wet mouth. Then he released her, leaving Melissa's petal-like lips feeling tingly and bruised. "Well, my gorgeous little sex-pot. This has been a lot of fun." The Greek beamed happily down at Melissa as her pretty green eyes fluttered open after his ravenous kiss. "Maybe I see you down at dinner." Melissa sighed, weariness beginning to steal over her. Please, just let me go now, she thought. I've done everything you wanted. "Maybe," she replied. "We'll see." She gave him a small, tired smile. Kouzaris smiled back at her and unlocked the door. * * * * * * * * * * The shower was on full hot, making Melissa's flawless, bronzed skin turn pink with the heat as she cleansed her slim, curvy body. She had thrown her tiny black swimsuit into the garbage disposal chute upon returning to the hotel room - by the time she had got back, her panties were soaked through with massage oil and lovejuice, and the gusset of them was sodden with aromatic, brown-stained spunk. Melissa had washed the streak of semen from her silken hair, and now she scrubbed at her shoulders and breasts and hips and legs, carefully rinsing the oil and lovejuice and sperm from her fabulous body. Her vagina ached dully from its plundering by Kouzaris' huge erection, and her anus felt loose and oddly empty after the incredible fullness of their anal sex. Finally, Melissa stepped from the shower, towelling her body and hair. She was brushing her damp, blonde hair with smooth strokes when the fatigue from the afternoon's activities finally became overwhelming. She knew she wanted to clean her teeth, to rid herself of the faint, salty taste of his semen in her mouth, but she was just too tired to bother. Melissa laid down the hairbrush and curled up on the hotel bed, physically and mentally exhausted. And when Charles stumped into the hotel room twenty minutes later, hot and irritable from his pointless cross-country journey, he found his gorgeous young wife fast asleep. * * * * * * * * * * Kouzaris had watched Melissa stagger unsteadily across the hotel lobby to the waiting lift, the spare room key jangling in one slim, trembling hand, and then he had quickly returned to his bedroom. After the air-conditioned freshness of the lobby, the bedroom reeked of sex. He washed his hands to remove the smell of Melissa from his fingers, then walked over to the half-open wardrobe which faced one side of the bed. Opening the door fully, he peered at the tripod-mounted video camera within. In the cool darkness of the cupboard the 'Record' warning light was a glowing ruby, as it had been since just before Melissa had first entered his office nearly four hours ago. Flicking the recording button to 'off', Kouzaris pulled the camera out into the bedroom and removed it from its tripod, hitting the rewind control as he did so. Presently he hit 'Play', and held the eyepiece to his face. Onscreen, Melissa was crouching with her hips held high in the air by his controlling hands, whilst he was kneeling behind her, plunging sweetly in and out of her unresisting anus as her slim hands twisted at the soft pillow. Her pretty head was turned to point full at the camera, her eyes closed and sensuous lips slightly parted in an expression of rapt contentment. Kouzaris smiled. Rewinding the camera further, he found the point in the recording where the bedroom door opened and he appeared carrying Melissa's fabulous, bikini-clad body in his strong arms. Now all he had to do was burn the recording onto a DVD and add it to the half-dozen or so existing films he had amassed over the past couple of years, of the other women guests he had lusted after with such passion that he had been compelled to conquer them. Kouzaris beamed happily. Plus of course, he thought, he would make sure he showed the film to Melissa. And naturally she would be keen to not let a copy fall into the hands of, say, her husband. And they still had five days of their holiday left yet. Kouzaris went back to work, whistling a contented tune. Melissa's Capture Ch. 03 (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. * * * * * * * * * * 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. * * * * * * * * * * 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. Kouzaris felt Melissa's long, lacquered fingernails dig weakly into his thighs as he drove deep into her sensuous mouth again and again. He knew she was getting into trouble, and part of him wanted to carry on forcing his slippery glans into Melissa's tight throat until she convulsed helplessly in his hands and her vomit squirted from her glossy, taut-stretched lips and ran over those magnificent, lycra-sheathed breasts. But, he had other plans. His erection pulled from Melissa's wet, sucking mouth with a soft pop, and after a few seconds her pretty, green eyes fluttered open and she looked up at him in dazed bewilderment. "Stand," he smiled, his eyes ogling Melissa's fabulous, toned body as she staggered unsteadily to her feet, her long, narrow-toed stilletoes causing her to struggle for balance. Kouzaris slipped his immense arms around her waist, holding Melissa still and gathering her slim body tight against him. Her silk-haired head sagged weakly against his huge barrel- chest, her pretty eyes still slightly unfocussed as she battled to control her roiling stomach. "Reach into this drawer, the one on your left," Kouzaris commanded. Melissa looked across at the wall-fitted wardrobe alongside her, seeing the stack of drawers set into one tier, and she tentatively reached out to slide open the top drawer. She was unsure of what to expect, but the drawer was empty apart from a tube of lotion and several small, foil sachets. "Take one out," Kouzaris ordered. He smiled as Melissa plucked one of the condom packs from the drawer. "We can't have you going back to your husband with my spunk running out of you and down your legs, can we?" he asked jovially. He took a small half-step away from Melissa, his arms still snug around her hourglass waist. "Put it on." Kouzaris watched closely as Melissa's flawlessly manicured nails tore open the foil sachet, and then delicately rolled the thin sheath down over his huge purple penis. He was so thick that she struggled to stretch the sheer material onto his glans, and so long that even when her slim fingers had unrolled the sheath all the way to its end there was still three or four inches of his huge shaft left uncovered. Melissa bit her lip softly. God, he was so big. Her soft, sensuous cunt had been at full stretch simply to accommodate him. How she had ever taken him in her anus? "Take the tube of oil," Kouzaris instructed, "and squeeze some into your hand." Melissa retrieved the tube from the drawer and unscrewed the cap, the slippery oil flooding her palm as she squeezed a spoonful of liquid from the slim tube. "Good," murmured Kouzaris softly. "Now... oil me for you." Melissa swallowed nervously as she closed her slim, lubricant-filled hand around the Greek's huge erection, eliciting a gasp of pleasure from him as she slid her lacquer-tipped fingers gently up and down his shaft. Kouzaris ogled every detail of Melissa's immaculate face as her gliding fingers slithered over his thinly sheathed glans, his breath riffling her flaxen hair. His pulsing penis was running with oil. "Excellent," Kouzaris breathed huskily. "Now turn around." Melissa's lightly painted eyelids fluttered with apprehension as she obeyed his instruction. Please, she thought, not there again. Her anus was still tender and weak from his plundering of her bowel two days before. But, she knew, she was utterly powerless to stop him doing whatever he wanted with her. Melissa turned away from him and slid her slim hands up to shoulder height against the wall, allowing her luxuriantly curvy hips to jut out invitingly towards the huge Greek. She could hear him panting with excitement as she felt his fingers run eagerly over her flawlessly depilated thighs and begin to roll her tiny lycra swimsuit panties away from her hips. Melissa ran her tongue nervously over her sensuous, painted lips. She could only hope that he would be gentle with her. * * * * * * * * * * Charles was beginning to lose his erection as the minutes ticked by and his wife did not return. How long did it take to look for a watch, anyway? There wasn't that big an area around the hotel's pool. On the other hand, he reasoned, maybe someone had picked it up and handed it in at reception, and now Melissa was having to wait, or fill out some kind of tedious claim form. With Kouzaris taking the opportunity to have a good look at her breasts, probably. Charles didn't much care for the way the hotel manager looked at his gorgeous young wife – there was something altogether too predatory in it, like a huge, hungry lion gazing at some sleek female gazelle and considering his options. Charles thought of Kouzaris ogling Melissa's nearly naked body, her sex parts barely contained in her tiny swimsuit, his voice thoughtful. "Watch... yes, I have a watch, handed in only a few minutes ago – come..." The enormous Greek smiling reassuringly, taking Melissa's slender arm and steering her into his office... Should he go down to find her? Charles sat up on the bed and pondered for a second. There was more than one lift, though, and if they passed each other in separate elevators he would be searching downstairs whilst his wife returned to their room and wondered where on earth he was. Melissa's mobile phone stood by its charging plug on the dressing table, so he couldn't even call her. Hmm. If he left the room, Charles thought, they could pass each other several times before finally meeting up. It would probably be quicker for them if he just remained here. He flipped on the TV and idly began to surf the channels, his penis lying docile against one leg. Well, he decided, Melissa and he would simply have to make up for lost time when she did return, watch or no watch. Dinner would have to be taken later, after his tongue had darted again and again into his young wife's soft, responsive mouth as his long erection sank effortlessly into her fabulous, taut body. Charles felt his penis stir at the thought, and wondered if by happy coincidence there might be an erotic movie showing on one of the channels. There wasn't, of course, but Charles hesitated as an old episode of a classic 1970's cop show appeared onscreen, the dialogue still broadcast in English. This will do to pass the time, he thought as he lay back on the bed. Melissa was taking a while, though. * * * * * * * * * * At the exact moment that Charles put down the TV remote and settled into the pillows, Melissa's sensuous, exquisitely waxed lips suddenly opened and an involuntary murmur of pleasure escaped her as Kouzaris' huge, oiled erection slid smoothly and easily into her pouting vulva from behind. His powerful hands closed over Melissa's luxuriant hips and held her still as he withdrew to his blunt, purple tip before gliding effortlessly back into her once more, his spongy dome nosing into Melissa's cervix and filling her utterly, even from this angle. She could feel Kouzaris' heavy breaths on the satin-smooth skin of her flawlessly tanned back as he drew back and then stroked forwards into her once again, and as the huge Greek began to thrust into Melissa with smooth, unhurried rhythm, her beautiful eyes fluttered shut and her pretty head slowly tilted backwards, a shivering sigh of shameful enjoyment filtering from between her parted lips. Melissa had fully expected to take the Greek's enormous penis into her straining anus, her only hope being that her still tired and weakened sphincter would succumb easily to the pressure from his glans, and iris open invitingly as he sank his huge erection deep into her hot bowel. Instead, after peeling her swimsuit panties off of her, she had felt his hands slide around her smooth, tan hips and over the depilated bulge of her pubis, his deft fingers stroking the half-inch wide strip of close-mown hair there before finding the soft lips of her vulva. It immediately became clear that Kouzaris had applied a drop or two of the lubricating oil to each finger, and as he began to work at her with feather-light upward sweeps, each fingertip brushing the underside of her clitoral hood at the top of each stroke, Melissa's sensuous lips suddenly parted with a soft click and her lightly painted eyelids slowly began to hood at his ministrations. The enormous Greek continued working on Melissa as he stepped up close to her, his hot, pulsing erection sliding smoothly over the cleft of her firm, round buttocks. "Spread your legs a little more," Kouzaris whispered huskily, his eyes devouring Melissa's long, depilated legs as she shuffled her stillettoed feet twelve inches apart. "More." Eighteen inches. "More." Twenty-four, the act pushing her curvy, tan hips even further out towards the Greek. Kouzaris' huge hands cupped Melissa's billiard-ball smooth pubis as his fingertips swept attentively over her reddening clitoral hood with feather-light but insistent rhythm, and Melissa let out a quivering breath as her labia opened like a flower beneath his fingers and her tiny clitoris slithered from its hood directly onto his stroking fingertip. Melissa's pretty, half-closed eyes flickered with guilty enjoyment as her huge captor began to carefully torment her clitoris. It was amazing how subtle and skilful he was, she thought ashamedly, for such a big man. The wall in front of her soon became a soft blur as her hooded eyes defocussed dreamily, Melissa beginning to give herself up to him now, her mental defences dissolving into a mindless fog of slowly increasing pleasure. Unable to stop herself, Melissa's breath began to quicken as Kouzaris gently tortured her tiny, exposed clit, the Greek leering down at his beautiful, pliant captive, enjoying his ability to pleasure her against her crumbling will. Melissa's pouting lips quivered with excitement as her defenceless clit began to turn crimson under Kouzaris' expert fingertips, her pretty eyes finally squeezing shut as her head tilted right back, her breaths presently becoming shallow gasps as the Greek's oiled fingers exquisitely tormented her. Her curvy hips began to move involuntarily, gyrating in slow rhythm against his manipulating fingertips, and it was at this point that the huge Greek, panting with arousal, had peeled Melissa's swollen pussy lips wide apart with his oiled fingers and slid his enormous erection all the way into her wet, open cunt. Melissa was beginning to pant softly as Kouzaris fucked her with smooth, metronomic thrusts, hating herself for her reaction but unable to stop. She knew that she was once again being raped by the huge Greek, and a part of her wanted him to stop and let her go, but the other part of Melissa – the part which caused her luxuriant hips to move gently in his hands and kept her pretty head nodding a few millimetres up and down in perfect time with his strokes – wanted to just stand there on pleasure-weakened legs all day whilst her enormous captor fucked her for hours without breaking rhythm as the afternoon turned to evening and his office grew dimmer and dimmer in the gathering twilight. Kouzaris' hands moved from Melissa's smooth hips, running over her flat belly and up under her trembling breasts, the beautiful young blonde continuing to work her jutting hips against him after he released his grip on her. Panting with arousal, Kouzaris slid his fingers inside the tiny lycra triangles stretched taut across Melissa's breasts, the sheer, white material easily yielding and sliding up towards her perfectly depilated armpits so that each of Melissa's firm, smooth breasts lay cupped in Kouzaris' supporting hands. His rhythm increased fractionally inside Melissa as his fingers began to caress the silken skin of her, unable to hold himself back. He wanted this woman so badly. Melissa's sensuous, waxed lips were pouting with enjoyment as she felt Kouzaris' fingertips brush against her already swollen nipples, causing them to instantly lengthen still further. How could she be liking his so much? She was being blackmailed into sex with the huge Greek, so powerless to resist him now that she was obliged to be summoned by text message to his quarters and be used like a sex toy. Kouzaris was gradually thrusting faster and faster between her long, tanned legs, and Melissa gave a tiny, breathless whimper of pleasure at the incredible sensation of his huge, pistoning penis deep inside her, hating herself for such sinful betrayal. How could she? How could she? Melissa was still plaintively admonishing herself as her tongue unconsciously eased from her mouth and slid unhurriedly across her pouting lips, her rhythmically nodding head tilting still further back until it lay pillowed against Kouzaris' huge chest, her breaths beginning to quiver in her mortified excitement as the Greek plunged into her, again and again. * * * * * * * * * * Charles' attention was wandering from the TV cop show and back onto the image of his wife's gorgeous, tanned body barely contained in that tiny white bikini. His penis began to lengthen steadily against his leg, presently lifting away from his thigh and swelling into a long, thick pole of muscle. Where on earth was Melissa? She had been gone for thirty minutes at least now. Charles consulted his own Melissa's Capture Ch. 03 watch, sighing. Well, maybe twenty-five. In any case, enough time to claim a watch under any circumstances, or to declare it a lost cause. Though he had to admit, it was one of her favourite jewellery items, a tiny pearl-white faced piece with a gold wristband no thicker than a bootlace. Charles always thought it looked rather sexy on her. Especially when it was the only thing she was wearing. He smiled, his penis beginning to pulse gently with arousal for her. Sod it, he thought, he would give Melissa another five or ten minutes, then go downstairs and try to find her. Then he was going to steer his gorgeous young wife back upstairs to their room, even if her precious watch remained unfound. Otherwise she might mope around down there all day. * * * * * * * * * * Melissa's breaths were gasps of pleasure now as her huge captor drove deep into her soft, hot cunt with long thrusts, his strokes accelerating relentlessly as his excitement began to spiral out of control. Ogling Melissa's fabulous body squirming gently on his huge, purple erection, Kouzaris' hands closed firmly over her silk-smooth breasts, rolling her jutting nipples between his fingers and thumbs and beginning to squeeze them as his heavy panting grew harsh and urgent. Melissa's nipples tingled as she felt them deform under Kouzaris' squeezing fingers, the sensation only adding to her own excitement. Oh God, she thought as the huge Greek plunged deep into her again. Touch me. Touch my clit. Her pretty head nodded up and down as Kouzaris' erection thrust hard into her, her slim fingers pressing into the wall she was leaning against. Touch my clit, touch my clit. Kouzaris drove into her fabulous body once more, his strokes effortlessly swift now, his fingers squeezing her nipples and forcing Melissa's sensuous, pouting lips still further apart. Please, please, she implored silently, her gasps shivery with pleasure. She would never come in this position purely by fucking, she knew – no matter how marvellous it felt – but if Kouzaris' skilled fingers teased her swollen, exposed clitoris for just a few seconds Melissa knew she would explode, just explode. Please, please, please. Please, please, please. Her open, quivering lips began to form the words soundlessly. Behind her, Kouzaris whimpered with ecstasy as he plunged again into Melissa's fabulous body, his eyes bulging as his excitement finally passed the point of no return. The huge Greek managed one more full stroke all the way into her before he shuddered to a stop deep inside his beautiful, blonde captive, his hands tightening hard over Melissa's magnificent breasts as his hips nestled up against her firm, round buttocks. Kouzaris gave a small bleat of ecstasy as his semen suddenly fountained from his immense penis, hosing into the thin teat of the condom in fast, thick jets. He began to stroke gently back and forth inside his gorgeous blonde toy, his squirting penis slithering smoothly in Melissa's tight, wet cunt as his panting breaths became gasps of relief, his hands easing their grip on her silken breasts. Oh God, oh God, yes, he marvelled joyfully as he emptied himself into her, the condom bulging against Melissa's cervix as it struggled to accommodate the volume of his thick, spermy gunk. Melissa had felt a pang of guilty disappointment as Kouzaris had shuddered to a stop inside her, a gasp forcing from her sensuous lips as his fingers had clamped down on her swollen, aching nipples. It's for the best, she told herself as, deep inside her, she felt the warmth of the huge Greek's semen filling the condom. It's for the best that it's stopped. Her breath was beginning to steady a little, although she was aware that her luxuriant, tan hips were still moving almost imperceptibly against Kouzaris as he stroked lazily inside her. Melissa's pretty head hung down between her slim shoulders and her small hands relaxed against the plaster as the Greek finally released her superb breasts and ran his hands down over her curvy hips, stilling them. It's for the best, she insisted. Kouzaris slithered wetly from Melissa's oily vulva, the condom sagging with the weight of his semen. Melissa dropped her slim hands from the wall where they had been supporting her upper body during their sex act, and - feeling hollow and empty now that his huge penis was out of her - she allowed his hands to steer her hips around towards him, turning her so that she faced him. Kouzaris ogled Melissa's beautiful face for a few seconds before smiling. "Wonderful, my little sexpot," he purred. "Now, there is one more thing I want you to do." Oh God, thought Melissa nervously. Charles will be wondering where she was. She couldn't stay much longer, she simply couldn't. But then, she sighed, she knew she really had no choice. "What would you like?" Melissa whispered, apprehension in her voice. Please, something quick. Kouzaris was carefully unrolling the condom from his huge penis, the sheath finally slithering away from his purple glans as he pinched the end of the thin nylon closed. He lifted the sperm-filled condom up in front of Melissa's pretty eyes, and she allowed herself to marvel out how much semen he had produced inside her. It looked like a small water balloon. Kouzaris held Melissa's beautiful, green eyes with his gaze. "I want you to put this in your mouth," he murmured. "And when it comes out... I want it to be completely empty." Melissa's eyes widened in surprise as she stared up at him, her sensuous lips parting. "I...I..." I don't really like the taste of sperm, was what she wanted to say – but really, would it make any difference? Kouzaris slid his free arm around Melissa's hourglass waist and gathered her slim, decorative body tight against his immense bulk. He was still almost twelve inches taller than her, even though she was wearing her tall, pointed stillettoes, and Melissa, unable to tear her eyes away from his intent gaze, found herself tilting her pretty head right back to stay focussed on her huge captor. "Open your mouth, Melissa," Kouzaris commanded softly. Silently she parted her full, waxed lips further and, staying her revulsion, allowed her long, lithe tongue to slide out of her mouth like a tray. "Good girl," purred Kouzaris, and popped the condom into Melissa's sensuous mouth. As she felt the sheath relax onto the surface of her tongue, a sudden thick ooze of salty slime flooding into her mouth made Melissa's stomach lurch dangerously. She controlled herself with an effort, her slim, flawlessly manicured fingers fluttering against the Greek's immense chest. "Now, Melissa," purred Kouzaris softly, "I want you to put your tongue into the condom, so that you are wearing it there." Melissa blinked nervously as she used her tongue to manoeuvre the sperm-heavy condom into position, finally lining it up against the back of her teeth. Trying to ignore the protests from her stomach, Melissa slowly slid the tip of her tongue deep into the slime-filled teat of the condom. God, this is vile, she thought. The gorgeous blonde opened her mouth for him and, holding the base of the sheath with her even, white teeth, she allowed her condom-sheathed tongue to slide from between her sensuous, painted lips for Kouzaris to see. The act caused the condom to slither further onto her until the rubber ring at its base was snugged firmly against the root of Melissa's long tongue. "Excellent!" Kouzaris beamed, both his meaty arms cinched tight around Melissa now, pinning her against him. "Now, move your tongue around inside it." The huge Greek's eyes fixed on Melissa's sensuous mouth as she worked the tip of her tongue right into the depths of the spermy condom, the semen leaking out onto the back of her tongue and rolling lazily down her throat, causing her to swallow convulsively. Melissa gagged softly as she swallowed Kouzaris' thick, salty semen, her probing tongue suddenly releasing another pocket of slime into her mouth. Melissa's stomach roiled and she quietly gagged again, a spume of saliva flooding her spermy mouth. Please, she begged silently, her eyes searching his. Let me stop. "Lick it out," whispered Kouzaris huskily. "Lick it clean." Helplessly, Melissa burrowed her semen-coated tongue deep into the condom again and again, extracting the Greek's thick, clinging sperm from every part of the slippery sheath. Her Adam's apple bobbed reflexively several more times as Melissa swallowed Kouzaris' semen, forcing the last few drops of heavy sperm down her slime-coated throat into her boiling stomach. "Good..." murmured the huge Greek, his eyes feasting on the sight of Melissa's tongue squirming inside the semi-opaque sheath. "Good..." One arm still tight around her narrow waist, he raised the other and slid his hand deep into Melissa's thick, silken blonde hair, holding her pretty head at precisely the angle he wanted to gain the best view. "Good..." Her pretty eyes wide with revulsion, Melissa probed and swallowed, probed and swallowed, the condom sucked tight over her tongue now. Presently the salty slime in Melissa's mouth began to thin, the strong taste of him growing fainter, and she realised that she had, in fact, licked his condom clean. She drew her tongue back between her sensuous lips. "It's all gone," she whispered, her voice quivering from her battle with nausea. The thin sheath was still snugly fitted over Melissa's lithe tongue. "Excellent," Kouzaris beamed, his huge arms finally releasing her. "You may get dressed now. But leave the condom in your mouth." Shakily, Melissa stretched her pushed-up bikini brassiere down over her aching breasts, picking up her discarded panties and drawing them up over her long, silk-smooth legs. As she settled the thin strings of her bikini panties onto her curvy hips, Melissa could see the Greek fiddling in the depths of the wardrobe alongside them. "Is-is it all right for me to go now?" Melissa asked hesitantly, the condom snugged tight over her tongue slightly blurring her voice. "I'll be missed." "Just one moment..." Kouzaris replied, and a few seconds later he turned from the wardrobe with a satisfied smile. Melissa whimpered with horror as she saw the video camera in Kouzaris' huge hands, the Greek already unfolding the viewing screen. She remembered now that, when she had plucked the condom sachet from the drawer beside them, the adjoining wardrobe door had been slightly ajar. Oh God, no. "Look at this, my gorgeous little sexpot," Kouzaris chortled, proffering the camera towards her. "Don't you look splendid?" Melissa turned her mortified eyes to the screen, her long, depilated legs almost giving way beneath her as she watched the film of Kouzaris smoothly and efficiently fucking her from behind. On screen, her fabulous body eased back and forth over the Greek's enormous, thrusting erection in perfect time with him, her back arched and her pretty head tilted back, her sensuous lips open and pouting with enjoyment. As Melissa watched aghast, she saw her huge captor's hands slide upwards over her body and gently cup her smooth breasts, beginning to work the silken globes of her in his fingers, the soft whimper of pleasure escaping her as his fingers found her jutting nipples clearly audible on the film. Melissa's condom-sheathed tongue ran nervously over her painted lips as she turned her pretty eyes up to Kouzaris. He had enmeshed her still further in his detailed trap, until she was like some exotic bird fluttering helplessly inside the close-fitting wires of an impossibly complex cage. She had never felt so utterly controlled, and she knew she was powerless to resist giving herself up to him completely. Kouzaris switched off the camera and put it to one side as he turned to ogle Melissa's beautiful face, savouring the frank, unquestioning abandonment to him evident in her pretty, green eyes. He had plotted Melissa's entrapment carefully, and now the gorgeous young blonde was like the softest putty in his skilled hands. The Greek lowered his head and parted Melissa's lips with his own, his tongue sliding deep into her small, wet mouth. Experimentally he ran his tongue over Melissa's, brushing the tight-fitting sheath there. The taste was purely rubber. She had indeed sucked the condom completely clean. Kouzaris separated from Melissa. "Very good," he purred. "You will go back to your husband now. But I will be in touch very soon. Please remain available at short notice." The huge Greek bent down, and Melissa's sensuous lips suddenly opened as he plunged his mouth into the hollows of her slender neck, hovering over the soft skin there with hard, hungry sweeps until Melissa's neck was criss-crossed with thin trails of saliva. Presently he pulled away from her. "Remember to take the condom out of your mouth before you greet your husband," smiled Kouzaris. "Goodbye, for now." "Goodbye, Christos," whispered Melissa, retrieving her tiny handbag and leaving through the door that her Greek captor held open for her. * * * * * * * * * * The hotel lobby was quiet in the lazy mid-afternoon sun, and Melissa's tall, sexy heels clicked loudly as she walked across the tiled floor. Checking to make sure that nobody was watching, Melissa reached up, opened her mouth, and pulled the condom from her lithe tongue, depositing the sucked-clean sheath into a nearby litter bin. Once in the elevator, Melissa ran one slim hand searchingly over her neck and shoulders, relieved to find that Kouzaris' saliva had already dried on her flawless skin. At least she wouldn't have to sneak unnoticed into the bathroom to avoid Charles seeing the shining tongue-trails on his wife's body, Melissa thought. Melissa paused outside their hotel room, composing herself – then flinched in surprise as the door suddenly opened and her husband strode out, almost bumping into her. Charles jumped back. "There you are!" he retorted. "I was just about to come looking for you. Where on earth have you been all this time? Did you find the watch?" Melissa smiled at him as they entered their room, remembering to quickly step out of her tall stillettoes when Charles' back was turned. "Sorry darling. I looked for ages around the pool, then finally went to reception and waited for quite a few minutes for assistance. Then I had to plod through some stupid, long form to get it back." Melissa's manicured fingers riffled through her tiny handbag, drawing the watch out. "But at least I got it back." "Who did you see down there?" Charles smiled. "Kouzaris?" "Er, yes." Melissa kept her voice light, wondering if her breath smelled of the Greek's semen. "Does that guy ever go off duty?" Charles wondered. "I bet he tried to look down your bra." Yes he did, thought Melissa, forcing herself to hold her husband's gaze. And then he turned me around and fucked me until I almost came. "Um, yes he did actually. You should be quite flattered." Her mind's eye suddenly began to replay the film footage she had just seen, of Kouzaris smoothly shafting her fabulous body from behind, the thought of it reminding her guiltily how good his huge penis had felt as it plunged deep into her again and again, relentless. The lips of her vulva began to swell with arousal against the tight sheath of her tiny bikini panties. Oh God, stop it she thought, what was the matter with her? "Well, you're back anyway." Charles interrupted her reverie, easing Melissa's handbag from her fingers, his arms encircling her hourglass waist. Drawing his wife towards him, Charles ran his hands over the flare of her smooth hips, sliding his fingers inside the strings of her tiny, white panties. "I've been waiting for you," he breathed into Melissa's jewelled ear, easing her panties down over her curvy hips, his erection now pulsing with excitement in his lightweight shorts. "Have you now?" Melissa smiled teasingly as she began to peel her husband's shorts away from his long, purple penis. "Well... now I'm here." As she felt Charles drawing her panties away from her hot, oily crotch, images of Kouzaris' conquest of her began to replay in her unwilling mind once more. Charles' tongue slid sinuously into Melissa's mouth, and as her lightly painted eyelids fluttered shut in response to his kiss, she could see her smooth hips working involuntarily against her huge Greek captor, Kouzaris' erection pistoning back and forth in her flawless body until she was shivering with pleasure and her soft, breathless gasps overlaid the gentle sucking sounds of his penis plunging in her slippery, open cunt. Oh God oh God touch me, right there. Stop it, stop it, Melissa told herself as her husband pulled her luxuriant hips tight against his body, his pulsing erection pressing hard into her taut, flat belly. Stop thinking about it, right now. But she couldn't. Charles eased his lips behind Melissa's jewelled ear, his tongue stroking all those sensitive parts of her neck that she loved being kissed, and as Melissa's pretty head rolled to one side under the gentle pressure of her husband's attentions, the shameful, guilty, seductive images began to overwhelm her resistances. Kouzaris holding her curvy hips still as his huge, oiled penis entered her effortlessly. Her full, waxed lips opening into a sensuous pout of enjoyment as he began to plunge sweetly inside her. Her pretty head nodding up and down, her smooth breasts pliant in the Greek's skilful hands, her tiny, engorged clitoris aching for attention just millimetres from where his enormous purple penis thrust deep into the open flower of her hot cunt. Please, please. Touch my clit. Touch my clit. Melissa's nipples swelled with arousal as she snuggled into Charles' arms. Yes, yes, touch me right there. They kissed, Charles deftly unhooking Melissa's tiny brassiere, her magnificent breasts tumbling free. Both of them were naked. "Let's go to bed," muttered Charles huskily, eager to begin mapping Melissa's fabulous body with his lips and fingers. "No," Melissa murmured, her pupils already dilated with excitement. Kouzaris plundering her like an unstoppable machine, squeezing her nipples. Touch me, please, touch me. It was hopeless. "I want to do it right here," she whispered breathlessly, finally giving in to temptation and turning to face the hotel room wall. "I want you to do me right here..." Sliding her slim hands onto the plaster for support, Melissa bent forward and arched her back, her curvy hips jutting enticingly towards her husband. Her voice quivered with desire. "Take me from behind." Melissa's sensuous lips parted as Charles' long, skilful fingers slid over her smooth hips and down towards the slippery heat of her crotch, her pretty head arcing backwards with a soft whimper of pleasure as his fingertips brushed her tiny, exposed clitoris and began to tease Melissa's glistening vulva until the swollen lips of her extended like the petals of a sunkissed flower and opened under his fingers with a soft, wet click. "Oh God, take me now," Melissa gasped imploringly, her curvy hips already moving gently against Charles' fingertips. "Take me, take me..." Touch my clit. "Take me from behind...take me from behind..." Touch me, touch me, oh yes oh yes oh yes. * * * * * * * * * * Later that evening, Charles sat in the hotel bar, sipping his drink. He felt tired, but it was a good tiredness, the sort of clean fatigue brought about by honest labour for some useful and worthy end. Or, in this case, by spending all afternoon fucking a gorgeous young woman. Melissa had surprised Charles with her ferocity earlier in the day, turning away from him and then pulling him eagerly into her superb body like some rutting animal. They had coupled smoothly against the hotel room wall for long minutes, until both of them were whimpering with pleasure, Melissa finally gasping an entreaty to Charles to play with her. He had slid his hands over his young wife's depilated pubis and run his fingertips over the tiny lobe of Melissa's exposed clitoris as he pistoned his heavy erection again and again into her pliant, extended vulva, her pretty head straining backwards against his shoulder and her breathless gasps turning to soft, helpless cries of ecstasy. Melissa's Capture Ch. 03 In less than a dozen more strokes of his plunging penis, Melissa had bucked against him so hard that Charles quickly had to grip her plump pubis firmly and hold her smooth, wriggling hips against him to stop her from slipping off of his thrusting erection. Melissa's lacquer-tipped fingers had fluttered against the wall like caged birds, and her pretty head twisted convulsively from side to side on his shoulder as her orgasm engulfed her completely. Charles had rarely known his wife to be so utterly turned on. Gradually Melissa had begun to come down from her peak, but her climax was deep and enduring, and she was still gently mewing with pleasure when Charles had shuddered to a halt inside her, a whimper of relief escaping him as he began to fountain heavily into his beautiful, blonde wife. Afterwards, they had retreated to the bed, where Charles had eventually emptied himself twice more into Melissa's taut, squirming body, before they both crawled exhausted into the shower and decided to spend a quiet evening enjoying a cocktail or three in the hotel's bar. Although it was only 10 pm, Charles was already feeling sleepy. Perhaps one more drink, and then to bed. Busy day tomorrow. "Another, sir?" The barman had noticed Charles holding his empty glass. Yes, please." Charles glanced at Melissa's wine glass, one small sip of liquid left in its bowl. "And another Martini, too." Melissa would be back from the toilet soon, and although she had already said that she had had enough, she would only sulk if he didn't refill her glass too, even if she didn't drink much of it. No logic, women, Charles pondered just a touch drunkenly. And they took ages just to do a pee. * * * * * * * * * * The hotel's laundry room, next to the ladies' toilet, was illuminated by a single bulb which threw a soft, yellow light over the immense stack of white linen. Melissa half-stood, half-lay, her reclining body pillowed in a huge pile of towels and sheets, her pretty head nestled in the soft bedding, her beautiful eyes closed. She was topless. Her clinging, black cocktail dress was unzipped all the way to her curvy hips, the tight material peeled away from her body until her navel peeped from above the bunched-up lycra at her narrow waist. Her flimsy black brassiere had been removed and discarded on the pile of towels alongside her. Kouzaris' immense bulk loomed over Melissa's slim, half-naked body, his knee wedged tight against her pubis and pushing her sculpted thighs apart, his hungry mouth vacuuming over her smooth, pliant breasts. Kouzaris' light, cotton trousers were undone, his huge erection drawn free by Melissa's slim fingers. He was wearing a condom again, this time filled with lubricating oil and fitted onto him so that there was a couple of inches of space between the tip of his glans and the teat of the condom. As he worked at her silken breasts with his lips and tongue, Melissa was gently masturbating him with one slender hand, her lacquer-tipped fingers slowly sliding up and down on the length of his enormous shaft, gripping the condom and pulling the thin, slippery nylon delightfully back and forth over his huge purple glans. When he had spotted Melissa perched daintily on her barstool a little earlier, and signalled her behind her husband's back to meet him outside in the lobby, Kouzaris had said that he would only keep her for five minutes. The huge Greek had stripped Melissa quickly and, instructing her to pull his already sheathed erection from his trousers, gone straight to work on her superbly full breasts with his mouth and fingers, soon drawing her nipples into long, rubbery teats as her sensuous lips opened with shameful enjoyment and her manicured fingers closed around his immense shaft. Melissa's pretty head had presently rolled to one side, a sigh of pleasure escaping her, as her slim hand pulled with slow rhythm at Kouzaris' contoured shaft, bumping sweetly against the ridge of his glans at each upward glide. But she had already been sunken into the soft pile of bedding for over five minutes now, she was sure, and Kouzaris showed no signs of releasing her supple, responsive breasts. Melissa's small hand tightened fractionally around his heavy penis as she began to pull just a little harder, and she felt the huge Greek quiver as her hand bumped a little more firmly against the underside of his purple glans. Kouzaris gasped softly at her smooth action, and began to work on the swollen pegs of Melissa's aroused nipples with his fingers and tongue. Melissa's sensuous lips began to pout with enjoyment as the Greek took her nipple lightly between his teeth, running his tongue like a feather over the erect nub. She was scarcely aware now that Kouzaris had acquired her like a sex toy and was forcing her to do this, the huge Greek's ownership of her beginning to be accepted in Melissa's mind as a natural part of their stay at his hotel. She kept her stroking rhythm the same but began to pull upwards more firmly on his huge shaft, feeling his big hands slide over her shoulders and grip them powerfully. He released her jutting nipple for a second. "A little faster," he gasped before plunging his mouth hungrily over Melissa's swollen nipple once more, pulling the nub into a long teat with his greedy suction. A tiny, contented noise escaped Melissa's throat as her nipple stretched deliciously in his mouth, and she began to accelerate her strokes, drawing the oil-filled condom more urgently down over the Greek's immense glans and pulling firmly back up against his ridge, her slim fingertips sliding constantly over his sensitive frenulum. Kouzaris' eager mouth quickly switched to Melissa's other breast, hoovering over its silken surface before engulfing her aroused nipple and biting it gently. He was gasping with excitement now, his body shivering with pleasure, his huge hands clamped onto Melissa's slim shoulders. Melissa's sensuous mouth opened and her pretty eyelids flickered as she felt her nipple deform between his lightly gripping teeth, the sensation just on the right side of too firm, and her slender fingers began to tug more swiftly at Kouzaris' long shaft. Her pretty head rolled away from him as his tongue probed into the tip of her swollen nipple, sending a ripple of pleasure through her upper body. Her hand bumped hard against the ridge of his glans now, the thin gold chain around her slim wrist beginning to jingle musically with her movements. Kouzaris' mouth slipped away from Melissa's pliant breast with an audible pop as his head arched back with spiralling excitement. His bulging eyes ogled the gorgeous, semi-naked blonde girl beneath him as she masturbated him swiftly and expertly, his knee pushing hard against her depilated pubis and his hands clasping her slim shoulders with desperate need. His mouth opened silently as he felt himself pass the point of no return, and for a few seconds they remained locked together in this position, Melissa's rapidly sliding hand the only movement of their two bodies. Then, Kouzaris gave a long, helpless whimper as he peaked exquisitely and the ecstasy overwhelmed him. From her position pillowed deep in the bedding, Melissa could actually hear the first jet of Kouzaris' semen squirt against the thin nylon of his oiled condom in a long splash, then the Greek's soft cries of relief overlaid the next squirt, and the next, and the next, and now as Melissa stopped pulling him and began to gently caress his hypersensitive glans with her flawless nails she could feel the end of the condom becoming heavier and heavier in her fingers as Kouzaris emptied his balls of sperm. For maybe thirty seconds, Melissa stroked the Greek's spongy tip with slim, feather-light fingertips as his orgasm began to subside and his breaths became gasps of satisfaction. Then she felt his huge hands ease their grip on her shoulders. "Oh God yes," whispered Kouzaris, his immense body slumping across Melissa and his head resting contentedly between her superb breasts. "Oh yes." Melissa stirred faintly beneath him. "Christos..." The huge Greek lifted his head, and Melissa's sensuous, waxed lips parted as he ran his mouth slowly over the soft skin of Melissa's silken breasts, stroking her lightly with his tongue and briefly capturing each nipple with gentle suction. Then he stood. "Yes, of course," he smiled, still slightly out of breath. "You will be missed. You may dress." Melissa quickly retrieved her flimsy brassiere. Her breasts and cleavage were shiny with Kouzaris' saliva, and she used one of the towels to dry her skin before strapping herself into the tiny cups and stretching the tight bodice of her cocktail dress back into position. "Would you zip me up, please?" Melissa asked. The Greek's hands slid over her curvy, lycra-sheathed hips for a few seconds, and then the clinging dress suddenly tightened even further as Kouzaris slowly drew the zip up to Melissa's flawlessly tanned shoulders, his lips caressing her slender neck lingeringly. She turned round to face him. "Christos," she began her voice apprehensive. "Charles wants us to go swimming tomorrow, off the coast by the bay." She nibbled the full petal of her lower lip nervously. "It means I won't be... available, not for most of the day. Will...will that be alright?" Melissa felt weak and used for feeling that she needed Kouzaris' permission simply to leave the hotel – but in reality, she knew, that was exactly what she did need. He had her completely in his control. Kouzaris paused for a second. "Yes, actually that is fine. Very good. However... I would like to see you tomorrow, before dinner, for an hour or two." He smiled. "You will make your excuses to Charles." "Yes, yes of course." Melissa hated the eager gratitude in her voice, but she had fully expected the huge Greek to refuse her permission. A panting session of afternoon intercourse with the huge hotel manager seemed a small price to pay for her day out. "Excellent!" beamed Kouzaris. "I shall be looking forward to it. Now," he slid a massive forearm around Melissa's hourglass waist and guided her towards the door. "You have been gone long enough, my little sweetmeat." His eyes crawled over Melissa, the tiny cocktail dress clinging like a second skin to her fabulous body. "Until tomorrow." Melissa forced herself to smile. "Tomorrow," she murmured. Oh God, this was all so wrong. At least, she thought as she dropped her pretty eyes demurely and slid discreetly from the laundry room door, her nipples had gone down and weren't poking through her tight clothing. Melissa bathed her husband with a radiant smile as he pushed a full wine glass across the bar towards her. "Thank you, darling." Melissa slid onto the barstool and crossed her long, shapely legs with a soft hiss of lycra against skin, her short black dress riding even further up her bare, sculpted thighs to the enjoyment of both her husband, and several other men within viewing distance. "That's better," Melissa sighed, "The drink's going right through me tonight. Cheers."