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Judy raised her eyebrows with mild surprise. ‘Have you been rehearsing that little speech?’ she asked.

He grinned. ‘The words had gone through my mind a couple of hundred times this morning,’ he explained. ‘I’ve been wanting to say them since we had breakfast. I’ve just been looking for the right moment.’ He glanced shyly at her. ‘I don’t suppose I would have said it if you hadn’t spoken first.’

‘Why don’t you pull over for a moment?’ Judy suggested.

He glanced at the road ahead. ‘We’re only a couple of hours away from Port Maga. Perhaps we should push on until we reach there.’

Judy frowned. ‘I need to talk to you now, Roderick,’ she said, emphasising the words slowly. She moved her hand up his leg so that it was brushing against the crotch of his trousers. ‘Please pull over for a moment,’ she implored him. ‘Please.’

Roderick bounced the jeep to the side of the road and stepped on the brake.

As soon as he cut the engine, Judy pressed her mouth over his. ‘I should have done this to you last night,’ she whispered, smothering his face with kisses.

Taken aback, Roderick allowed her to kiss him, aware that his arousal was increasing by the moment.

‘You’re gorgeous, Roddy.’ She pulled his face towards her and reached behind his head. Unfastening the ponytail, she freed his hair and allowed it to spill over his shoulders. Then her hands were opening his shirt and working their way down to the waistband of his pants. She pressed herself close to his chest and sucked one nipple. ‘I can taste your sweat,’ she told him, a lecherous grin resting on her lips.

‘I’m sorry,’ he began. ‘It’s just so hot in here and –’

Judy interrupted his words with a kiss. Whispering into his ear she said, ‘I wasn’t complaining. You taste wonderful.’

He tried to hold her, the gesture made awkward in the confines of the jeep’s front seat. Judy moved closer to him, continually smothering his face with kisses. As she did this, she was working on the buttons of his jeans, unfastening them with a furious urgency that was not wholly playacting.

‘I wanted you last night,’ she whispered. ‘I should have done this then.’

Roderick was breathing heavily. ‘I haven’t minded waiting.’

She released his cock and pulled it out of his jeans, pleased to see that he was already rock hard and ready for her. Judy smiled fondly at his erection. Without a moment’s hesitation she moved her head over him and took the entire length in her mouth. With slow deliberation, she worked her mouth up and down. Her tongue occasionally flicked the swollen head of his cock. Nibbling the head, she pushed her tongue into the tight hole and sucked gently.

Roderick groaned happily.

She moved her mouth away from him and smiled into his face. ‘Even your dick tastes of sweat,’ she said lewdly. ‘I think that’s a beautiful taste.’ She moved close to him, and raised the hem of her skirt.

He stared uncertainly at her, wondering how she was going to manage straddling him in the confines of the jeep.

Judy pulled the skirt up so that he could see the crotch of her panties. She teased the gusset to one side, revealing the dark curly hairs around her pubic lips. With an agile kick of her leg, she was almost on top of him.

The tip of her toe caught the map he had been using and casually knocked it to the floor.

With one leg either side of his body, she leant closer.

Roderick moaned excitedly. She was so close to him that the scent of her arousal filled the air. His rigid cock rubbed stiffly between them. It was so hard they both knew he was close to a climax already.

Holding the panties with one finger, Judy spread the lips of her wet vagina apart and slowly lowered herself on to his length. She sighed happily as the length filled her. A broad smile illuminated her face and she moved her mouth over his. Taking as much of his cock as she could manage in this position, Judy used a finger to tease her clitoris. She rubbed the hardening nub of her clit slowly, delighted by the heady wave of pleasure that the action inspired.

Roderick pressed himself back in his seat, already on the point of climaxing.

Her heated wetness was wrapped around his length and she moved slowly up and down squeezing her pussy lips tightly around his shaft. She grinned as he moaned with soft appreciation. He studied her face lovingly as she leant over him. When he reached for her breasts, she allowed him to massage them softly through the fabric of her bra. His fingers found the fierce hard nubs of her nipples and he stroked his thumb softly over them.

Judy laughed, a low guttural sound. ‘That’s good, Roddy,’ she told him. Her voice was an intimate whisper. ‘That feels really good.’ The excitement of a climax was building quickly inside her. She could feel the euphoria swelling in her abdomen like a huge balloon of pleasure just waiting to burst. Determined to extract as much satisfaction as she could from the moment, Judy slowed her clit-teasing finger. She halted her pace on Roddy’s cock and began to move more languidly up and down his shaft.

Roddy shivered in his seat.

Judy could feel the climax threatening to burst from his balls, and she realised he was fighting valiantly against it. She knew he wanted to please her and impress her with his stamina. She knew he wanted her to use his cock for hours until she could take no more of it. She knew he wanted all of these things. But more than that, he desperately wanted to come.

She traced lazy circles against her sex with one wet finger. The tip of her nail occasionally caught in the wiry hairs of his pubic bush and he flinched happily whenever she snagged them. If he had been sweating before, it was nothing to the way his body was now coated with wetness.

Judy too was perspiring freely. Her blouse was sodden and large glistening beads of perspiration clung to her forehead as she slowly rode his shaft. She leant over him and Roderick felt some of the droplets splash against his bare chest.

His orgasm surprised both of them. Judy felt his cock twitch spasmodically between her legs and she stared at him, her mouth agape.

Mortified by his hasty ejaculation, Roderick began to mumble an apology but Judy did not allow it. She moved her lips over his and began to probe her tongue in his mouth as she rode his failing member. Her finger rubbed furiously against the tip of her clitoris.

Roderick shifted uncomfortably in his seat. He slowly withdrew from her, continuing to kiss her as he moved. His hands stroked the eager swell of her breasts, his thumbs concentrating on the urgent pressing of her nipples.

Struggling in the tight confines of the car’s front, Judy moved herself slowly backwards. The lips of her pussy brushed accidentally against the rounded tip of the jeep’s gear lever, and she paused thoughtfully. Pressing herself against the wide leather tipped top, she began to lower herself on to the implement. It was wider than any cock she had ever had between her legs and she groaned loudly as it entered her. Her lips were fully spread, stretching the skin around her clitoris until it was furiously tight. Her fingers rubbed angrily over the pearl of pleasure, and she drew deep broken breaths of ecstasy. Using the gear-stick as a makeshift cock, she rode it with wild abandon. Her fingers continued to play with the hard nub of excited flesh.

As the orgasm welled deep within her, a broad grin of elation appeared on Judy’s face. She smiled, the expression looking more like a sneer on her face. Moving her head down, she began to lick greedily at Roderick’s limp dick. She could still taste the scent of her own arousal, coupled with the remnants of his spent seed. Mixed with the sweet flavour of his cock’s sweat, the blend was an erotic cocktail.

She shrieked as the orgasm swept through her, bucking her hips purposefully up and down on the head of the gear-stick. The throb of pleasure seared from the tip of her clit, soaring to every nerve-ending in her body. She trembled uncontrollably, her hips continuing to grind every last piece of pleasure from the moment.

Roderick grinned at her as she dismounted the gear-stick and began to straighten her clothes. He reached behind himself and refastened the ponytail in his hair. Smiling fondly into her flushed face, he said, ‘that was one of the greatest conversations I’ve ever had.’

Judy grinned back at him. She reached between his feet and picked up the map from the floor. So that her motives did not appear too obvious, she allowed her mouth to slide wetly against his flaccid cock. Sitting back in her seat, she licked her lips as he watched. ‘Perhaps we’ll talk more when we get to Port Maga,’ she told him lewdly. Wafting the map at him, she added, ‘I’ll navigate. That way we’ll get there that much quicker.’

He straightened his clothes and flicked the key in the ignition. The broad smile still filled his face. ‘Perhaps we can make it a longer conversation, next time?’

Judy smiled and said nothing. She was thinking it unlikely they could have a shorter one. Roderick had climaxed just as she was starting to get properly excited. She still felt a bristling of annoyance with him for his early climax. Knowing this would not be a wise thing to say, she nodded quietly at him, maintaining her fixed grin.

With a glance at the map, she quickly began to work out the best route away from Port Maga.

*   *   *

‘I could get used to this,’ Emily murmured, pressing her back against the mast. The afternoon breeze cooled her naked body, a blessing following the blistering rays of the noon sun. She could see the prow of the boat cutting its way quickly through the fast-flowing waters of the river, headed towards a clear blue sky that stretched forever.

Kneeling before her, Vincent placed a hand on each thigh and delivered small, gentle kisses to the tops of her legs.

Emily held her breath, anticipating the wealth of delight he was about to administer. This was the part she could get used to, she reflected. The glorious tropical scenery was enjoyable but it did not satisfy her as fully as the control that she had over the submissive man between her legs. Vincent was so pliant; Emily revelled in his attention. He did exactly as she said, and in their brief afternoon together she had tried to discover how much he would obey. Already, she had begun to realise she was nowhere near the edge of his limits, and that thought excited her greatly. There was obviously a vast chasm of unexplored potential inside the man, and she wished she had the chance to use him fully. She had already decided that, when this entire episode was finally ended, she would try to discover if Roderick had the same inherent tendencies.

She closed her eyes as his tongue stroked over her labia. He slowly teased the rosebud of her sex until she felt her lips unfolding for him. Unhurried, just as she had instructed him to be, Vincent lapped slowly at the responsive flesh. There was no trace of urgency or eagerness and Emily smiled contentedly to herself. This was how life should be, she thought, gratified by the sparkling frisson of his tongue against her wetness. This was what being in control was all about. There was so much more she could do with Vincent, if only she had the time.

If she had asked him, he would have tongued her arse. She could have spread her labia in front of his face, and pissed on him. If she had done that and instructed him properly, he would have drunk every last drop. The idea of having someone so servile, acting on her every whim, thrilled Emily immensely.

When the fingers brushed against her nipple she enjoyed the subtle whisper of pleasure that the touch inspired. She had not told Vincent to do this for her, but she was not going to complain now that he was doing it. She murmured a soft word of praise and opened her eyes to see exactly what he was doing.

Captain Wilde smiled back at her.

Emily bit back a cry of surprise. Vincent was still working his tongue slowly between her legs, but those sensations were forgotten now. Even the captain’s fingers, inspiring subtle flash-bursts of delight, seemed unimportant.

‘I see you’re enjoying yourself,’ Captain Wilde noted wryly. He squeezed the tip of her nipple playfully between his fingers.

Emily slapped his hand away. She also shifted herself away from Vincent’s tongue, too angry to bother with the trace of reluctance that whispered at the back of her mind. After reaching for the silk robe she had dropped on the floor, Emily quickly punched her arms into the sleeves. She wrapped the robe tightly around herself and turned her angry glare on the captain. ‘Can I do something for you?’ she asked tersely.

He raised his eyebrows. His face was covered with a hateful smile of unconcealed amusement. ‘Are you sure you don’t want to stay until we reach Havalaña?’ he asked. ‘You look as though you’ve enjoyed your first full day on board.’ His smiled widened. ‘To be honest, you looked as though you enjoyed yesterday as well, once you’d climbed out of your lifeboat.’

Emily continued to glare at him. ‘The sooner I can get away from you, the better I’ll feel.’

He shrugged, indifferent to her harsh tone. ‘Just so long as you remember I’m the one making you feel better,’ he replied glibly. ‘We’ll be arriving in Port Maga at six o’clock tomorrow morning.’

Emily studied him uncertainly. She knew they were arriving at the port tomorrow, but she had thought he would try and keep it a secret from her. He was trying to keep her prisoner on board the boat, and she was suspicious as to his motives for telling her about the docking.

‘I’ve had Dawn prepare a small case for you, with a change of clothes and some money. At least that way, you should be able to organise your own rescue party,’ he said crisply.

Emily continued to stare at him uncertainly. ‘You’re really letting me go?’ It was such a difficult fact to believe that she had trouble accepting it.

He laughed at her expression. ‘You’ve been a joy to have on board, Emily,’ he told her. ‘I wish you had decided to stay with us to Havalaña. You really would have been fun. Both our slaves have said you were splendid company.’

Emily glanced at Vincent, then back to the captain. As his words sank in, she began to realise just how foolish she had been. All the time, when she thought she had been exerting her own will on to Dawn and Vincent, they had been playing her on the instructions of the damned captain. ‘You sent them both?’