****** For Enola by Duke Ferrara ******
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For Enola


Authors Note: This story, with full privilege of literary license, is
essentially true. Enola lives with me, now, as both a marvelous significant
other and a faithful slave. She is a beautiful, vibrant and delightfully sexual
creature. I hope to keep her entertained and satisfied for years to come.

One

Enola stood on the balcony of the master bedroom, soaking in the warm afternoon
sun and the incredible view of the ocean. She had arrived at the tiny Bahamian
airport a couple of hours earlier. A taxi driver met her and had driven her to
the house. After several miles, the rough paved road had turned to a single-
lane dirt trail. The cab crept slowly through the lush tropical undergrowth.
Finally, the driver pointed up to the left.

"There, Missy, there is the place," he said.

And just through the tall palm trees she could see the house. A minute more and
the driver was pulling into a barely discernable drive. He parked the cab,
hopped out, walked around and opened her door. As she stepped out, he gave her
silky tanned legs an appreciative glare. Her extremely short mini had risen
several inches higher. He shut the door behind her, walked to the rear of the
car, opened the trunk and set out her luggage. He picked it up and headed up a
gravel path. She followed.

Immediately, the house rose up before them, a large two storied stucco affair
with a red tile roof. The wafting scent of lemons, azaleas and bougainvilleas
filled the air. As they reached the front door, the driver placed the luggage
on the stoop and handed her the key.

"Duke Ferrara say to give you this key."

"You mean, he's not here."

"I don't know, Missy? He say pick you up, bring the bags to the door and give
you key. That's all I know."

Enola hesitated, uncertain of what to do. After a moment, she took the key. She
opened her purse and reached in for some money.

"What do I owe you," she asked.

"Nothing, Missy, Duke Ferrara already pay me. You have a great time. I stop by
a couple of times a week, you need anything you just ask old Winsted, hey," he
answered, as he walked back towards his cab.

She stared at the key, thinking back on how all this had started. She had never
met this Duke Ferrara. She had chatted with him on the internet and discovered
they had a lot in common. Their conversations had been wonderful. He had told
her that he was taking a vacation and asked her if she would like to join him?
A few minor scheduling mishaps and she had to come alone. He was here, she had
spoken with him on the phone last night before she left. But where?

Finally, she opened the door and stepped inside. For the most part, the house
was all open space. From the foyer, Enola could see a large kitchen and dining
area to her left, on the right a living room with large cushy looking couches
and chairs. In front of her a staircase led upwards. On a table in the hall she
saw a note. She picked it up and read it.

"Mon Petit,

I will return soon. A couple of errands to run. If you are tired the master
bedroom is upstairs. There is a jacuzzi in the bathroom. Enjoy it. I will come
to you shortly.

Ferrara"

And a short time later, after a relaxing bath, she had found herself standing
on the balcony. She was wearing a short black silk robe. It had been in a
prettily wrapped box lying on the bed, addressed to her. As she looked out on
the beach and the amazing blue of the water, she reasoned that if nothing else
she would add to her tan and get some rest. In the corner of her eye she caught
a glimpse of movement behind her. She started to turn, but a strong hand
gripped her throat and a powerful arm enfolded her body pinioning her own arms
to her side. She started to struggle, the hand squeezed firmly on her windpipe.

"Don't scream... don't make the tiniest sound. Just listen to my voice... obey
my words! Do you understand."

She slowly nodded her head. She was trembling all over.

"Good girl...that's right... just obey... it will all be okay. Now, I'm going
to let your arms free... there you go... Good girl... now slowly untie the sash
on your robe..."

She flinched. He increased the pressure to her throat. Tiny spots began to
appear before her eyes.

"Don't fight it... just do it!"

Enola reached down and undid the sash.

"Good girl... now pull it free of the loops... that's right...bring it up to
your face and cover your eyes...tie it off behind your head... tighter.... good
girl."

He released her throat, as his hand fell it caught the collar of her robe and
slid it down from her body. She started to protest, but felt the sharp sting of
his hand slapping against her ass.

"I told you to be quiet... now that's what happens when you are bad."

She steeled herself against another blow. Instead, she felt his hand reach out
and gently stroke her ass.

"Good girl... sweet girl. I hope your front side is as appealing as your rear.
Turn around."

Enola turned. But as she did, she reflexively brought her arms up in front of
her. He grabbed her arms and pulled them from her front.

"Wrong! You just can't follow orders! Come with me!"

He took her arm and roughly pulled her into the bedroom, slinging her across
the bed.

"Roll over on your stomach... roll over... put your arms up flat over your
head... spread your legs a little.. that's good. This is what happens when you
are a bad girl!"

She heard an odd whirring noise in the air. Then screamed out as the leather
belt made contact with her ass. The belt bit in again.

"Shut up... Every time you make a noise, I'm going to whip you again. You want
to be a good girl, don't you."

Enola bit her lower lip. He brought down the belt again. She didn't make a
sound.

"Good girl! That's much better."

She felt his weight as he sat beside her on the bed, his hand gliding across
her burning buttocks. He continued to caress her as he spoke quietly in her
ear.

"Well, Mon Petit, how do you feel?"

"Fantastic," she breathlessly answered.

"Was it all that you expected?"

"I wasn't sure what to expect. I was worried, at first, that perhaps it wasn't
you. That it really was some stranger. Then once I knew it was you, I felt
safe, knowing you wouldn't let it get out of hand."

"Good, the element of surprise. It helps to bring the senses to the peak of
awareness. Now just lay here and relax. I need a shower. I will be back to you
soon."

"Can I take off this blindfold?"

"Not yet... not if you want to be a good girl."

Enola's heart raced.

"I want to be a very good girl."

"Excellent! I promise you ample opportunity to prove it."

He bent over and kissed the back of her neck, his tongue making tiny little
circles on her skin. His kisses trailed down her back. Her body, already
aroused, was tingling with desire. He kissed the mounds of her ass. She sighed
achingly. Then he was up and gone. She lay there, a smile crossing her face,
knowing that this just might be the best decision of her life. This trip and
this wonderfully masterful man.


Two


Ferrara returned to the bedroom at short while later. Enola lay curled up under
the covers, sleeping soundly, plainly exhausted from her trip. She still wore
her blindfold. He stretched out on the bed beside her, reached out and stroked
her hair. She was so beautiful. He watched her sleep for some time, and then,
pulling her close to him and kissing her shoulder, he too fell asleep.

Enola awakened to the smell of coffee tickling at her nose. She had slept well,
just vaguely remembering when Ferrara had come to bed. Sensing he was not in
the room now, she pulled the blindfold off. On the bedside table sat a single
red rose. She picked it up, underneath it laid a note.

"Mon Petit,

I am off for my morning walk. You were sleeping so well, I could not disturb
you. Coffee is made, and there is lots of fresh fruit in the fridge. I usually
walk for an hour or so. After you have breakfasted, take the back path down to
the beach. There is a cabana and lounge chairs.

I adore you.

Ferrara"


After breakfasting, Enola strolled down to the beach. The cabana was a thatched
roof building, containing a shower and wet bar. Several loungers were situated
on a concrete patio. The Atlantic waves lapped at the shore, reefs extended out
from the shore creating a lagoon. For as far as she could see in any direction,
there was only beach or ocean, no other houses or people... This was a real
paradise.

She was wearing a leopard skin thong bikini. It accentuated all her fantastic
physical assets. Enola laid down on one of the loungers after coating her
smooth skin with oil. She drowsed in the hot Caribbean sun. Her thoughts turned
to last night and the thrilling welcome she had received from Ferrara. She
played the entire scene over and over reveling in it and also becoming aroused.
She began playing with her erect nipples through her top. Taking them between
her fingers and tweaking them, the slight pain was exquisite. Enola ran her
delicate fingers up and down her stomach, sliding them lower and lower. Running
them down to her thighs, pretending it was Ferrara's kisses.

"So, the mice will play... while the cat's away! Enjoying yourself?"

Ferrara was standing behind her. She started to turn.

"Stay where you are!"

"I just want to look at you."

"All in due time, Mon Petit. All in due time."

"You perplex me, Ferrara."

"I know my sweet. But doesn't that add to the illusion? Not seeing me, but
having me see you? Listening to my voice, responding to my touch, as if I were
some specter."

"I suppose you're right. It is all most mysterious and also exciting."

"As it should be. Now, take off your bikini."

"What?"

"You heard me! Take it off! I thought you wanted to be a good girl."

"Yes, I do want to be a good girl."

"Then take it off."

Enola sat up, reaching behind her back to undo the top. She dropped it beside
it on the patio. Leaning back, she arched her back and slid the thong down her
legs. Removing it from her feet, she set it down with the top.

"Good girl... Now, what were you doing when I walked up? Oh, yes... You were
touching yourself... Quite a lovely sight... You may continue!"

She once again began to rub and tweak her nipples, and then let her fingers
trail down her belly and onto her thighs.

"Mon Petit, what are thinking?"

"I was wishing that it was your hands and lips touching me."

"Good girl... Are you getting wet?"

"Oh, yes! Very wet!"

She sighed and her hand dropped down to her mound.

"Stop! Not yet!"

"Please."

"No! I want you to take your breasts into your hands."

"Yes."

"Now, lift one up to your mouth and lick it."

"Oh, yes!"

"Suck on the nipple ... Good girl... Now gently bite it. Now the other breast.
Do you know how sensual and sexual you are?"

"Oh it feels so good!"

This continued for some minutes, Enola switching breasts in her mouth and
feeling herself getting wetter.

"Excellent! Take the index finger of your right hand and lightly touch your
clit."

"Oh Yes!"

"You like that... playing with yourself. Wishing it was me."

"Yes, Sir!"

"Good girl. Is your pussy getting wet?"

"Unh..Hnnh... Very wet."

"Take your finger and rub it around on your pussy lips."

"Yes, Oh, Yes!"

"What!"

"Yes, sir."

"Better. Take the heel of your hand and press down on your pussy while you
finger yourself. Do you like that."

"Yes sir. It feels so good."

"Stop! Take your finger out of your pussy. Now put it in your mouth and suck
all the juice off it."

"Yes..."

"Good girl... How does it taste?"

"Wonderful.."

"You have a sweet pussy then?"

"Yes sir I do."

"Enola, what do you want."

"I want you to fuck me, sir."

"You want me to stick my cock in your sweet pussy?"

"Yes sir, please."

"No not yet!"

"Please sir."

"Take your finger and but it back in your pussy. Get it good and wet. Raise
your legs a little and slide your finger down to your other hole."

"Yes Sir."

"Slowly work it in to your ass."

"Mmmm...mmnnh."

"Good girl. Does it feel good?"

"Yes sir. Oh it really does."

"Excellent! Now stop. Enola what do you want?"

"I want your cock, sir! I want you to fuck me. I want you to fuck me hard,
sir."

"Where do you want my cock?"

"In my pussy, sir."

"Where do you want my cock?"

"Anywhere you want to put it, sir."

"Good girl! You learn fast, my sweet."

Ferrara stepped around to the side of the chaise, his turgid cock only inches
from Enola's face.

"Lick it."

She did. Little tentative strokes at first, then longer ones. It had a musky
taste, sweaty but not unpleasant. He thrust forward a bit, pushing the head
past her lips.

"Suck."

She did, drawing her cheeks in tightly. Enola wanted all of it in her mouth.
She swirled her tongue around the head as she sucked.

Ferrara swung one leg over the lounge, straddling it. He forced more of his
cock into her mouth. "I'm going to fuck your pretty face first. Then your ass
and save your pussy for last."

Enola moaned in ecstasy. She looked up and finally got to see this man. He was
so big, a few inches over six feet, broad shouldered, hairy chest and legs. A
thatch of gray hairs was in the middle of his chest. He wore a trim goatee and
his hair was cut close to his scalp. Bright blue eyes peered down at her. He
smiled.

"Hello my sweet! Ready to get your beautiful body ravaged."

Saying that, Ferrara thrust his cock in deep to the back of her throat. Her
nose buried up in his pubic hair, his balls resting on her chin. She almost
gagged, then began to breathe through her nose. He drew back and thrust in
again, developing a pounding rhythm. She ran her hands up his legs and over his
ass, feeling his muscles rippling as he worked over her mouth. Ferrara dropped
one hand to her breast and pinched her nipple hard twisting it between his
fingers. She writhed and moaned.

"Play with your pussy! I want you to come for me while I fuck your face."

Enola thrust her fingers into her soaking pussy. Feeling the beginning of an
orgasm, she touched her 'g'spot, releasing it. Her body seemed on fire. Ferrara
drew back and away watching her. As her trembling began to cease he ordered her
to turn over and get up on her knees. She did. He bent down between her
outstretched legs, spread her asscheeks and buried his face between them. His
tongue probed her rear entrance, his spittle lubricating it. Rising up he
stepped forward and placed his pulsing member against her hole. She moaned, and
then screamed as he plunged it in all the way to the hilt. It hurt but then
uncontrollably she began to orgasm again. He was unstoppable. Harder and harder
continuing to punish her tender channel with his fucking. Her body kept
responding, as if thousands of volts of electricity were surging through it.
Just when she thought she couldn't take another jolt, he stopped and withdrew.
She collapsed on the chaise.

"Get up and come with me."

Enola slowly rose from the lounger, her legs quivering and almost limp. Ferrara
took her by the hand and led her to the ocean. They walked in until the water
reached up to her neck. The water was warm as it played across her skin.

"Take your hand and clean off my cock."

"Yes sir."

She grasped the length of it and stroked it. It felt so hard and powerful in
her hand. She loved the way it felt. Then he lifted her up, her hand releasing
its' grip.

He pulled her face to his, kissing her mouth savagely. His tongue fucking her
lips. He brought her legs up around his hips, placed her hands on his shoulders
and entered her inflamed cunt. Her body lay near weightless in the water. With
his feet planted firmly on the bottom, his hands on her hips, he pulled her
onto him. This simultaneous pushing and pulling combined with the water
swirling around her soon brought her close to the brink again.

"Cum for me, Enola. Cum for me, now!"

Enola came and came. As she did, Ferrara leaned over, took her bottom lip
between his teeth and bit down. She came again. She screamed, she laughed, she
cried.


Three


Ferrara took her to dinner that night at a quaint little restaurant. It sat on
a high bluff overlooking the ocean. Glassed in on three sides the views were
wonderful. He ordered a bottle of wine and food for them both. At his request,
she had worn a little black dress with spaghetti straps and black stiletto
heeled shoes. A thin cameo choker graced her neck, another gift from Ferrara.
She looked and felt elegant, sexy and desirable. As they had entered the
restaurant, every man in the place had given her an appraising look...

When they were seated at the table, Ferrara had sat next to her, not across
from her. He was able to keep his hand on her thigh almost the entire time. It
felt good, sometimes he would trace tiny figure eights on her bare skin, and
other times he let it slide under the short hem of her dress almost to her
pussy. Once when she had recrossed her legs and trapped his hand between them,
he had forced in right against her wet snatch, inching his fingers just inside.
She had blushed and turned to look him in the eye. He winked at her, yet she
could sense his intense desire for her in his eyes. After the excellent meal,
he ordered them drinks. He removed his hand and placed his arm around the back
of his chair. Ferrara turned to her and whispered.

"My cock is throbbing for you mon petit. Why don't you let him out for some
air."

She looked at him askance.

"Here?"

"Yes, here... my good girl."

"What if someone sees?"

"The table cloth nearly reaches to the floor, they won't. And if they suspect
something... then let them be envious,,, or find their own sexy slut. Don't
talk any more just do it."

Enola slipped her hand under the table, ran it up his leg to his crotch. She
discovered his dick pressing up against his pants. She found the zipper and
pulled it down, then slid her hand into the opening. Ferrara wasn't wearing any
underwear. She would later discover he never did. Enola gently stroked his
cock. "Go ahead. Take it out. My good girl."

She did. She ran her fingernails up and down its' length. It pulsed at her
touch. She took it into her hand and started to stroke it. A drop of pre-cum
spilled out and helped provide lubrication. She looked at his face. His eyes
sparkled and shone.

"Excellent! What a really good girl you are. I adore you and may just keep you
forever."

Enola smiled, her whole face beaming back at him.

"That might be wonderful."

"A whole world of possibilities, Mon Petit. A whole world of possibilities. I
have one other thing to say."

"Yes."

"I'm cumming."

With that his cock erupted into her pistoning hand. His sperm splattering the
floor. She hadn't considered that possibility. Yet, she didn't stop stroking
him.

"Now what do we do?"

Ferrara picked up his napkin and set it in his lap.

"We don't do anything! You clean it up."

She did her best, not able to see under the table. When she finished wiping him
off, she put his flaccid prick back into his pants and zipped him up. Enola
brought her hand out from under the table and used the soggy napkin to clean
off her hand. She dropped the napkin under her chair.

"You missed some. There on the side of your hand."

She reached for her napkin.

"Don't even think about it. Just lick it off."

She did. Ferrara stood up.

"It's time to go."

He paid the check and they left.


....to be continued. Comments to: dukeferrara@aol.com


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