Voyage of Discovery
By AnaLover
Chloe Markham turned over in bed and opened her eyes. She'd left the hotel room's shutters open the night before and the morning sun was streaming in through the window. The other side of the bed was empty and she took the opportunity to stretch out, enjoying the feel of the rough cotton sheets against her naked body.
Chloe wasn't sorry that she was alone. Her lover Leo had suddenly announced the night before, as soon as he'd finished fucking her in the ass and was lying propped against a pillow, that he had decided to stay in Rhodes and join an artist's commune and would be leaving early in the morning. "Fine," she'd said, turning over and falling asleep.
She'd met Leo at the gallery where she worked. The private view of his latest paintings had been wildly successful and Chloe was flattered when he invited her to join his guests for dinner afterwards at the Ivy. Several times during dinner he'd reached down under the table and run his fingers lightly over the inside of her thigh, each time stroking closer to her aroused sex, making her almost faint with pleasurable anticipation until he finally entered her with his middle fingers and brought her, quivering and shaking, to orgasm.
Later, when the guests had departed, Leo asked if she would like to continue the celebration in his riverside apartment, and she'd said yes immediately. He had barely shut the door before he unzipped himself and urged Chloe to her knees. She'd willingly opened her lips and sucked his heavy penis deep into her mouth, aware that he was only making her do what she'd been looking forward to doing all evening. And she was pleasantly surprised when, after he'd climaxed and she'd greedily swallowed a huge quantity of his thick, creamy semen, Leo had made imaginative use of a champagne bottle in her cunt while vigorously buggering her, bringing her to an even more shattering climax than earlier in the evening.
Strikingly pretty and petite with exceedingly large breasts, Chloe was ready for the pleasures of taking a more mature lover and Leo, with his prominence on the London art scene, was the perfect choice. He was tall, strikingly handsome, with piercing blue eyes and long silver hair, and he only ever wore black. Unfortunately, like all artists, he was also self-centred, an egocentricity which extended to his lovemaking. He considered foreplay an unnecessary inconvenience unless it was Chloe doing it and though he never ceased to extend the limits of her sexual knowledge, it was always for his pleasure, never for hers. Gradually Chloe began to lose her starry-eyed love for Leo.
Her misgivings about joining him when he suggested they use the proceeds from the sale of his paintings for a holiday in Greece were borne out as soon as the plane took off and he demanded that they join the Mile High Club. Chloe agreed, but any pleasure she might have felt vanished when he ordered her to bend over and grasp her ankles, yanked her panties down and roughly thrust his cock deep into her sex and started pumping hard, ignoring the fact that every time he rammed his groin against her buttocks Chloe bumped her head on the sink.
This thoughtlessness became the pattern throughout the holiday, with Leo's lovemaking usually little more than several minutes fevered humping into her pussy or ass after which he would fall fast asleep with a drunken grin on his face and Chloe would have to masturbate to achieve satisfaction. She soon decided it was too high a price to pay for an all over tan.
Turning over onto her back and pushing the sheet down to bare her breasts, the heat of the sun already causing drops of sweat to form in her cleavage, Chloe reached for her watch to see what time it was. The watch was gone. So was her purse and passport. The bedside table was empty.
Chloe leapt out of bed swearing wildly as she checked the cupboards. All her possessions were gone. Leo had taken all her money, leaving only her return plane ticket from Athens to London. He had even stolen her clothes, except for a t-shirt which was too small, jeans and her JP Tod loafers. She couldn't help sitting on the bed and laughing then. At least the bastard had left her a comfortable pair of shoes!
Reluctantly Chloe decided that she would have to go to the police. She showered quickly, taking savage delight in soaping her asshole particularly well to wash away Leo's sperm, and then dressed, pulling on the t-shirt and grimacing at herself in the mirror. The tight fabric emphasised the massiveness of her braless breasts rather than hiding them. The jeans were the same, the tight denim clinging to the rounded curves of her bottom. God, she thought with a flash of annoyance, Leo could've at least left her some underwear.
She followed the instructions she'd been given by the hotel and found the nearest police station but she was amazed and angered when she was told there was very little they could do. The fat sergeant behind the desk pointed out that Leo could be anywhere on the island, and would Chloe be staying on Rhodes long enough for them to complete their investigations? The paperwork you understand, the policeman said, shrugging his shoulders.
Chloe asked if the police could at least lend her the money for the ferry back to Athens but they adamantly refused, claiming it would be impossible to guarantee recovery of the funds after she'd flown home. All the sergeant was prepared to do was suggest that if she went down to the harbour and spoke to one of the crewmen in the dockside taverna she might be able to negotiate a passage on a ship and arrange payment when she reached the British Consulate in Athens.
Her breasts jiggling heavily as she walked, bringing all sorts of unwelcome suggestions from passing men, Chloe made her way to the dockside. She knew that approaching an ordinary Greek seaman might lead to misunderstandings so she decided to explain her plight to a uniformed officer she saw drinking a coffee. She was delighted to find he was not only sympathetic, but prepared to take her on board his ship and allow her to hide in his cabin until they reached Athens. Deeply relieved, Chloe was delighted that she would soon be rid of Rhodes, Leo and the whole sad situation.
The officer introduced himself as Iannis Metrides and suggested they went on board straightaway. "It is better now because my colleagues will be on duty or in the town," he said.
Iannis led the way to a large passenger ferry and Chloe followed him below deck to his cabin. It was a small room with little more than a bed, locker and a few personal possessions scattered around. Chloe sat on the edge of the bed and picked up the photograph of a woman which stood on the bedside table.
"She was my wife," Iannis said. "She was very pretty but she died in childbirth. We were high in the mountains and could not get her to a hospital in time when the birth went wrong."
As he spoke, Iannis removed his jacket and hung it in the wardrobe, then unbuttoned his shirt and took it off. Chloe could see that his chest was tautly-muscled, his stomach flat and hard. She thought he looked very fit as he opened a drawer, took out a starched white t-shirt and pulled it on. Watching him change, Chloe tried to quell the rising sexual desire she felt, telling herself that she was only attracted to him because Leo had treated her so badly and that it was wrong for her to feel this way when Iannis was a widower. But she still felt her nipples stiffening under the thin material of her cotton t-shirt, and between her legs her sex was wet.
"Please make yourself comfortable, Chloe," Iannis said handing her a small stack of old English magazines from his locker. "I will be on duty until about ten tonight and then I will bring food and drink and you can tell me all about yourself to help me improve my English."
"That would be nice," Chloe said, smiling.
"But please, keep the door locked," Iannis said quickly. "You are officially a stowaway and I would be dismissed if anyone found you in my cabin."
"Of course," said Chloe, picking up a magazine and making herself comfortable against a pillow. "I'll see you when you get off duty. And Iannis?"
"Yes?"
"Thank you," she said. "You have been very kind."
Chloe was dozing when Iannis returned and she sat up, hurriedly pulling together the waistband of her too-tight jeans. She'd slipped the zip down to make herself comfortable and she blushed when she looked up and saw the desire in his eyes as he stared at the dark curls of her mount.
"I bear gifts, pretty lady," Iannis said, laying out fresh bread, butter and pastrami on the bed. Helping herself to the food, Chloe ate ravenously while Iannis opened a bottle of ouzo and handed her a glass. She felt the alcohol go straight to her head as they shared the fiery Greek spirit. It was a nice feeling. Eventually she couldn't eat any more and she lay back on the pillow, listening while the handsome Greek told her about his home and his love for the sea.
She felt safe, replete, and a little drunk with the wine and she longed to have Iannis lying naked on top of her, his lips crushing hers, his muscled chest pressing against her hard-nippled breasts, his cock thrusting repeatedly into her overheated sex. For a moment she thought guiltily of his wife and then she placed her hand on the inside of his thigh and slid it up over his penis. His cock was big and very hard and she said softly, "Iannis, please - I want to thank you for helping me."
Iannis responded like a wild animal, tearing off his clothes while Chloe hurriedly stripped off her t-shirt and pulled her jeans down her legs and threw them aside. She barely had time to register that his cock was circumcised before he had hooked his arms under her legs and hoisted them into the air, spreading her wide and making her scream with pleasure as he thrust the full length of his massive sex deep into her sopping wet pussy.
Grinding her sex against his, Chloe couldn't believe how big Iannis felt between her legs as her whole body vibrated with his repeated thrusts. Panting and heaving under him, she offered him her breasts, cupping them in her hands so that he could suck and kiss and bite the stiff nipples. As he did so he slid a finger between the cheeks of her energetically bouncing buttocks and pushed it up into her anus, making Chloe moan loudly with delight. Hurriedly Iannis covered her mouth with his free hand to stifle her cries.
Chloe felt like a nymph willingly offering herself to be ravished by a Greek god. Nothing else existed except the strength and power of Iannis's body vigorously fucking hers, his suckling mouth on her sensitive breast-flesh, one and then more of his fingers entering her asshole and working back and forth, and his great hard cock repeatedly filling her pussy to bursting. She bucked and writhed and twisted underneath him, her overflowing pussy filling the cabin with the heady scent of her sexjuice dripping onto the sheets. And then she felt Iannis's body go rigid against her and he pressed his mouth hard into the soft flesh of the nipple filling his mouth, a deep moan of intense pleasure escaping his chest.
The huge pole of his penis buried to the hilt inside her started to throb and pulse and a flood of sperm burst from his cock into her sucking sex. She responded with her own blast of liquid heat, her groin jerking spasmodically against his, her climaxing cunt milking his spurting cock of every drop of come. Finally Iannis heaved his hips in a last deep thrust and his body relaxed.
Gingerly Chloe lowered her legs to the bed while her belly spasmed involuntarily with the delicious aftermath of her ebbing orgasm, her breasts heaving as she fought to slow her breathing. Iannis slowly extracted his fingers from her bottom and Chloe was amazed when she saw that he had pushed three past her anal sphincter and up into her rectum at the height of their mind-melting fuck. And she was even more amazed when he put the three fingers into his mouth and licked them clean, savouring the taste of her back passage.
Easing his penis from the sucking grasp of her flooded sex, Iannis lay down next to Chloe and settled his face into her neck. For a moment she delighted in the heat of his body, the wetness between her legs as his sperm oozed from her pussy and the feel of his still-hard sex which flexed and throbbed against her thigh. Then she fell asleep, blissfully aware that she had at last met a man who cared as much about her pleasure when he fucked her as his own.
Twice during the night Iannis woke her with his lips and hands, cajoling and coaxing her body to respond to his hard, hungry penis. The first time he lifted her on to her hands and knees and positioned himself behind her, cupping her heavy sleep-warm breasts in his hands and mounting her like a dog, thrusting his cock into her sperm-filled sex. Closing her eyes in ecstasy, Chloe bit the pillow to stifle her screams as she climaxed again and again, each orgasm more pleasurable than the last.
The second time Iannis manoeuvred his body to lie on top of her, his face buried between her legs, sucking out his sperm and her juices as she slowly engulfed the full length of his thick dark penis between her lips. They lay entwined, sucking and masturbating each other until at last Chloe felt the tell-tale swelling of Iannis's rod and he unleashed a stream of creamy jism deep into her clasping throat. She swallowed for what seemed like an eternity as she too shuddered and let out a deep-throated groan of orgasmic release, filling Iannis's mouth with her honeyed come.
The next morning Chloe woke alone and she stretched languidly. She assumed Iannis was on duty because there were croissants and butter in a basket by the bed together with a thermos full of strong Greek coffee. She drank gratefully, washing the thick aftertaste of Iannis's salty semen from her palate and throat. For a moment she thought how incredible he was: no other man she'd ever met was able to produce such prodigious amounts of sperm and she was amazed at his powers of regeneration.
Crossing her legs, Chloe ate a croissant and looked out of the window. All she could see was the sea stretching away in the distance. There were no fishing boats in sight so she assumed the ship was far out in the Aegean, making its way round the Dodecanese islands towards Athens. She wondered how long the voyage would take and whether she would make it without being discovered and if she would be in love with Iannis by the time they docked. She was certainly in lust with him, and he with her, judging by the ferocious energy he'd shown when he fucked her mouth and sex.
Finishing her breakfast, Chloe peed in the compact toilet, enjoying the sensation as Iannis's come dripped from her open pussy, and then decided to take a shower in the cabin's tiny shower-stall. She smiled when she smelled the soap Iannis used. It explained why his skin always smelled so nice.
Chloe washed her hair and then rubbed herself with a natural sponge which made her skin tingle, particularly when she sponged her breasts. There were tiny bite marks around the areolae, trophies from Iannis's passion and Chloe shuddered with pleasure at the memory.
She towelled herself dry and dressed in one of Iannis' shirts, spending the rest of the morning painting her toenails, reading the magazines he had given her and staring out of the porthole at the azure blue of the Aegean. Her life in England seemed so remote from the warmth of the Mediterranean sun and she indulged herself in the fantasy of becoming the handsome Greek's second wife so that she could wait like the wife of Ulysses for him to come home to her from his voyages, bearing gifts for which she would thank him by engulfing his sex with hers and draining him of the pent-up male seed stored in his aching balls. The intensity of the fantasy made Chloe shiver and she realised that she was hungry, for food and for Iannis.
She noticed the photograph on the bedside table and reached over to turn it face-down. She didn't want him to be looking at it when he was fucking her and she felt guilty because she knew she wanted him to do even more to her than he had already done. In particular filling her ass to bursting with that gorgeous fat tool of his, something he'd not yet given any sign of wanting to do. It was a delicious thought and Chloe surrendered to the inevitable, lying back on the bed and spreading her legs wide.
The incredibly erotic scent of her arousal filled her nostrils as she put one hand between her legs and unbuttoned Iannis's shirt with the other. Her breasts were swollen, even bigger than usual, and extremely sensitive. She sighed with pleasure as she dabbled her fingers in the moisture oozing from between her pussylips and brought drops of the oil, musky with her arousal, to the engorged tip of first one breast and then the other, stroking the sexjuice across the velvet soft skin.
Lifting a full globe to her mouth, she lapped at it with her darting tongue, nipping at its hard point with her teeth. Then she did the same to the other one, circling the peak and lathering it with her saliva. Pleasuring her breasts intensified the sensation between her legs as she rubbed and stroked her clit and she repeatedly thrust her fingers into the wet hole of her pussy which opened and closed around them with a loud slurping noise.
As her self-fuck grew in speed and force, Chloe's sighs turned to moans as she dug her heels into the bed and lifted her hips up so that she could open her pussy even wider and drive as much of her hand inside herself as she could. Slurping and sloshing in the juice pouring from her sex, her bunched fingers stretched her even wider than Iannis's cock. They filled her cunt and excited her to an intense pitch of arousal. In her mind her hand was Iannis's cock and it was his fingers kneading her heaving breasts and tugging her nipples out until she almost shrieked with pain and pleasure.
She could picture his dark, heavy cock shuttling in and out of her mouth, or filling the tautness of her distended pussywalls, or, best of all, forcing its way past her anal sphincter and furiously buggering her. Chloe's orgasm rose in a tidal wave of pleasure as she thought of giving her back passage to her handsome Greek lover and she shuddered uncontrollably and moaned loudly as she climaxed, her belly quivering as her pussywalls spasmed round her deeply buried hand, sending a flood of sexjuice over its thickness. The seductive image of Iannis buttfucking her remained with Chloe as she drifted into oblivion once more.
During the early afternoon the boat docked and Chloe listened to the metallic thumps as cars and trucks were loaded off and on the ship. She heard voices but did not dare look out of the porthole in case someone saw her. She wondered where they had reached on the voyage and kept hoping that Iannis would find time to visit her, not only because she longed to see and touch him but also because she was growing increasingly hungry. By the evening, when Iannis finally returned, she was starving and her hands were shaking. Iannis apologised profusely for not having been able to return at midday but said that the Captain had needed him to work on the charts of the Cyclades, plotting a course that would take them to dock briefly at Amorgos and then round the islands of Thira and Milos.
"But at least I have brought chicken, tomatoes, fresh fruit and even -" He paused, then brought out an object wrapped in a serviette from the basket, "baklava - sweet of the gods."
Chloe clapped her hands with pleasure as Iannis smiled broadly. Then she lifted her face towards him and closed her eyes, her lips parting. Iannis kissed her fiercely, his tongue interweaving with hers. She could tell from his kiss how excited he was, an excitement confirmed when she reached her hand up between his legs and felt a huge bulge thrusting upwards from his crotch.
Breaking the kiss, Iannis stepped back slightly, his eyes taking in her heaving breasts and Chloe could tell it was an enormous effort for him to restrain himself from reaching for them. "Please," he said. "I need to shower first. And you must eat."
"Yes," she said, her voice thick with lust and hunger, helping herself to a piece of chicken and biting into it greedily while he opened a bottle of retsina and poured two glasses, handing her one and taking a long drink himself.
"Was that Amorgos we stopped at this afternoon?" Chloe asked, watching as Iannis stripped off his trousers. Her desire mounted as she stared at the taut muscles of his firm buttocks and then at the length and thickness of his cock, standing up stiff against his belly. My god, she thought, he was hung like a bloody donkey.
"You did not show yourself, Chloe?" Iannis asked, a worried tone in his voice.
"No, of course not," she said. "Nobody saw me."
"Good," he said. He sounded relieved.
Chloe ate quickly while Iannis showered, clearing away the food as soon as she heard him turn the water off.
"I will just shave," he called. "I think you will like it better if I do not have a rough beard."
Rummaging through her bag, Chloe found a small bottle of thick, greasy cocoa butter which she used for sunbathing and put it on the bedside table. Then she slipped out of her clothes and climbed onto the bed on all fours, drawing up her knees so that her bottom was thrust up into the air. In this position the cheeks of her buttocks were open wide and she could feel the puckered entrance of her anus tingling with anticipation as she waited for Iannis to come back into the room.
She had decided that her erotic fantasy of being thoroughly buttfucked by her handsome Greek lover was about to come true. Settling her head on the pillow so that could see Iannis when he returned, Chloe reached back between her legs to finger her pussy, sending little shocks of pleasure through her body. Her clit was already stiff and deliciously sensitive and her breathing quickened when she gently stroked the tiny bud.
She smiled when she heard him singing as he ran water into the washbowl. A moment later he stepped into the room, a large towel wrapped around his waist. Chloe saw a look of surprised delight on his face as he took in her beautiful upturned ass and her pinkly swollen pussylips, dripping with sexjuice. She had never in her life given a man such a blatant invitation and she felt that he would only have to give her cunt the slightest touch for her to soar into an intense climax.
Iannis let the towel fall to the floor. Chloe saw his cock standing up naked and proud and she licked her lips with hunger. It was enormous, at least nine or ten inches long. Dark olive, the fleshy pole curved upwards from a thick mass of black curly hair which covered his pendant balls, both as big as lemons. A great vein stood out along the length up to the bulbous tip which was throbbing with lust. Big drops of oily semen were already oozing from the slit and dripping down to the base.
Staring at it, Chloe suddenly wondered if she'd even be able to take such a monster in her ass, let alone what it would feel like with the full length crammed into her rectum. And if he were to fuck her long and hard and deep with it! He'd rupture her bowels! But consumed with desire to have his huge erection inside her bottom and convinced that somehow she could accommodate it, Chloe reached round and held open the soft globes of her behind with her hands.
"I want your big cock shoved deep into my ass, Iannis," she begged. "I want to feel you right inside my body."
"Ah Chloe," Iannis said, sighing with pleasure. "That is the way I like the best. It will be very good, I promise," and he reached for the bottle of cocoa butter and flipped open the top, squeezing out a big glob into his palm.
Chloe watched in excitement as Iannis slowly and thoroughly lubricated his cock, first smoothing the thick cream over the head, then massaging it along the length, even rubbing the greasy liquid into his pubic hair and down over his testicles. Chloe could smell the strong scent of his arousal and her mouth began to water, her lips opening, her saliva drooling onto the pillow. She didn't know which she wanted most: to take the great rod of flesh into her mouth and suck out the honeyed contents of his overfull balls, or to feel it spurting deep into her back passage. But Iannis soon decided for her.
He moved round behind her and climbed onto the bed, then knelt between her legs. She jumped with pleasure when she felt him bury his hot tongue in her pussy, lapping over her clit and the wet folds of her swollen labia, pushing the lips apart so that he could lick deep into the tunnel of her vagina. His tongue writhed and squirmed within her spasming sex and Chloe climaxed immediately, a new flood of her sexjuice pouring down over Iannis's nose and mouth.
Greedily he swallowed down her come, then lapped and licked over her puckered anus, thrusting his tongue as far into the musky entrance as he could. Wanting more, he spread her sphincter with his fingers and fucked her with his tongue time and again as she wiggled her buttocks with pleasure. What Iannis was doing to her felt good, so very, very good.
"Do you like that?" Iannis asked, his face buried between her the cheeks of her ass.
"Oh, it's wonderful," Chloe moaned. "It's delicious. I love it!"
Her come dripping from his chin, Iannis raised his head for a moment and reached again for the cocoa butter. He squeezed out a generous amount over his fingers, then moved back between her legs. The next thing Chloe knew Iannis had put two of his greasy fingers into her sopping sex. She swayed on her elbows and moaned deep in her chest as he slowly moved his fingers in and out of her vagina until her back was fully arched, her asshole opening and closing in excited anticipation.
Backing her beautiful hips onto Iannis's fingers, Chloe fucked herself wildly with them, yearning for his whole hand to enter her overheated pussy. But Iannis ignored her obvious need and removed his fingers from her sex, moving them to the puckered pink ring of her anus and pushing them past the tight muscle, making Chloe moan into the pillow, shaking her hips in desire. God she wanted him there. Wanted his huge fat cock in her ass. Fucking her asshole. Buggering her.
For several minutes Iannis moved his fingers back and forth, opening up Chloe's anal sphincter. Then he climbed onto the bed and squatted above her, bending his legs at the knees and pointing the engorged pole of his cock down towards the entrance to her bottom.
"I will start this way," he said. "It will be easier for you at first because I am big I think and I could hurt you when I push."
"Please, Iannis," Chloe whimpered, her belly quivering with desire. "Fuck my ass. I want your cock inside me!"
She craned her neck and watched as Iannis slowly lowered himself until his well-lubricated glans was pressing firmly against the entrance of her anus. He pushed a little harder, holding the spear of his cock in his fingers and wriggling it around to force her sphincter to accept him. As he did so, Chloe took a deep breath and suddenly the tip was inside her ass, the tight anal muscle sucking at the head of his prick.
Maintaining his advantage over the slowly opening entrance, Iannis made Chloe gasp with pain and pleasure when he used short, stabbing strokes to force her asshole far enough open to take in the whole head of his cock, then waited while the entrance slowly relaxed and became used to the unfamiliar invader. Chloe wasn't at all sure she was going to be able to go through with taking the entire length but she gritted her teeth, bunched the pillow up in her fingers and waited for Iannis to try.
Slowly and inexorably Iannis pushed the full length of his heavily-lubricated cock into Chloe's rectum. As inch after inch of the massive prick drove past her wide-stretched anus and entered her back passage, Chloe became lost in a sort of rapture, her mind fogging with lust and love, unable to distinguish between where her body ended and Iannis's began. All her being was concentrated on the slick tight walls of her rectum clasped around the hugely hard truncheon which filled it to capacity until she suddenly realised that the glans was buried in her bowels, his balls were rubbing against her dripping pussylips, and his belly was hard up against the cheeks of her buttocks. Iannis's cock was in her ass to the hilt.
For a few moments Iannis allowed Chloe to get used to the sensation of having her asshole stuffed full with something it couldn't expel. Then he circled her slim waist with his arms, one hand cupping her huge left breast, the other reaching between her legs to seek her pussy and her clitoris. Kneading her breast and drawing out the nipple with his fingers, Iannis swept the tip of a finger of his other hand repeatedly back and forth across the stiff bud of her clitoris. She gasped, "Ohhhh...that feels so good! Rub it...rub it!" as Iannis started to fuck her ass in earnest, lifting his hips up and down and ramming his cock home with every downward stroke, making her shriek into the pillow as an incredible sensation of intense pleasure spread from her overstretched asshole.
Totally at the mercy of the slick, straining prick pistoning in and out of her opened-up rear, Chloe jerked and thrashed under Iannis as he buggered her with long, deep strokes, his swollen balls repeatedly banging to and fro against her pussylips spread wide by his masturbating fingers. "Yes, Iannis. Yes! Oh god, yes!" Chloe cried as time and again she felt his cock enter her bowels, churning up the contents.
And then Iannis suddenly stopped humping her and started to withdraw his prick from the slimy and slippery tunnel of her rectum, pulling it back past the tightly clasping ring of her distended anal sphincter until he finally withdrew it completely. Chloe whimpered with frustration. "What's the matter, Iannis? Isn't it good?"
"Yes, of course, Chloe," he said. "But I want to get my cock even deeper inside your body. Wait a moment."
He climbed off the bed and Chloe turned over to face him. His cock glistened with the cocoa butter and his sperm. But far from disgusting her it only made her even more aroused. "I will lie on my back and you must lie on top of me," he said, helping her up.
Shaking with trepidation and raging desire, Chloe straddled Iannis's body, her sex opening wide and dripping sexjuice onto his belly as she did so. Then she lay full-length on her back on top of him, positioning the deep cleft of her ass over the rigid length of his cock and settling her head into his shoulder. Iannis's body felt wonderfully hot and masculine under her, his arms strong and muscular as he stroked his hands roughly over her huge swollen breasts and took firm hold of her buttocks, lifting her up and setting his cock once more at the distended opening of her asshole.
Chloe felt totally at Iannis's mercy as he took his cock in his hand, plugged the engorged head back inside the enlarged entrance to her backside and then pushed the throbbing tip once again deep into her narrow rectal sheath. She could feel his great prick inching into her, the renewed assault sending waves of ecstasy coursing from the fleshy globes of her buttocks up through her belly and into her brain. Her whole being was concentrated on the prick splitting her ass and entering her bowels, triggering a rectal orgasm that made her feel as if she was being torn apart with excruciating pleasure.
Picking up speed, Iannis groaned deeply as he fucked his cock repeatedly into the depths of Chloe's shitchute, forcing out streams of warm sexjuice from the rhythmically opening and closing entrance of her pussy and a thick fragrant foam from her seething rectum that trickled over his balls and pooled in the crack of his ass.
Each of his thrusts seemed to last an eternity and Chloe gradually became aware that his penis was growing even bigger inside her butt and she knew it was about to spit out a tidal wave of boiling come. There was nowhere she could escape to: she was going to get it good, like a hosepipe exploding in her guts.
"Oh yes, Iannis ..." Chloe gasped in response to his deep heaving thrusts. "Come for me! Come in my ass...!"
"Chloe ... Chloe ... AHHHHH!" Iannis cried out in response, his orgasm starting deep in his balls, a flood of sperm rushing into the length of his cock. Instinctively Chloe tightened the ring of her anus around the suddenly expanding base of the straining prick clasped tight by her back passage, seeing in her mind the gaping cum-hole, buried deep inside her bowels, opening like a volcano preparing to erupt.
Grasping the soft weight of Chloe's breasts in his hands, Iannis let out a groan from deep in his belly, rammed his cock so far up into her rectum that she thought it would split her open and climaxed, his penis convulsing in great spasms, the pent-up stream of his sperm jetting out in spurt after spurt. Chloe's own orgasm followed instantly.
She shook and hissed with pleasure at the intensity of it, shocked by the fiery glow of ecstasy that spread from deep in her bowels and spread to her pussy, belly, thighs, upwards to her chest and face. She felt her thighs suddenly flooded with her own juices which mingled with the rivulets of creamy sperm that ran from between her bottomcheeks. And then she collapsed helplessly onto Iannis's lunging body, the heaving of his chest matching hers as he sucked and bit her neck and ears, sinking her teeth into the soft flesh as the torrent of his boiling come eventully subsided.
Despite his ejaculation Iannis's cock remained rigid and lodged in Chloe's anus as though it refused to acknowledge his balls were drained. Indeed, within moments she felt his kisses becoming more urgent and he flexed his hips to rouse her.
"Oh, god, Iannis!" she moaned desperately. "You couldn't! Not so soon!..."
But his thrusts were already starting and Chloe knew that her plugged, plundered, jerked and sperm-flooded anus was about to undergo another onslaught. From then on the only sound heard in the cabin was a feverish panting as, again and again, she submitted to Iannis's inexhaustible lust for buggering her, jets of his scalding semen erupting from his bloated balls every few minutes, overflowing her distended anus and drenching their spasming sexes and the bed.
Life settled into a pattern for the next four days. Chloe would sit in the cabin and do whatever she could to keep herself amused, mostly by reading paperbacks and newspapers left lying around by passengers which Iannis brought her. Every evening Iannis would bring her food and then bugger her, like Leo growing steadily more inventive. If he had time, he would fuck her the Greek way in the morning as well, though sometimes Chloe found this uncomfortable if her back passage wasn't empty but nothing she could say or do halted Iannis's determination to stuff her asshole with his cock as often as he possibly could.
It was on the morning of the seventh day that Chloe realised she couldn't take much more of the routine she was enduring. She still took pleasure in having sex with Iannis, but the endlessness of the voyage, not being able to leave the cabin and the fact that she heard the ship dock every day and couldn't get off made her seriously unhappy. Iannis was naturally aware of her misery and did his best to reassure her that they would reach Athens within a few days but to Chloe the time seemed interminable and no amount of his enthusiastic lovemaking was enough to make her feel she could stand being on the boat for much longer.
Chloe could finally take no more on what she estimated to be midday on the Saturday. The ship had docked, she assumed at one of the Cyclades islands, and she heard voices outside the porthole, English voices. She was sure she recognised the man's voice as Leo's and she couldn't stop herself from looking out, despite the fact that she risked being arrested as a stowaway.
The Englishman was paying off a taxi and shouting "Hey, hold on Liz!" to a blonde girl walking towards the gangway of the ship. He turned round and Chloe saw it wasn't Leo. But she also saw something else. Something she couldn't believe at first until her amazement was replaced by a cold, intense rage.
Across the harbour was a column on which was a statue of a stag. The emblem of the island of Rhodes. The column that stood at the entrance to the harbour.
Barely able to stop herself screaming in fury, Chloe stamped over to the cabin door and yanked it open. There was no-one in the passageway outside and she walked out, turning towards a stairway and climbing it to reach the deck. The sun streamed onto her face and she almost wept with the sense of release, of finally being out of Iannis's bloody cabin.
A steward walked past her, glancing at her body with in admiration.
"Excuse me," she asked him. "Could you tell me where I can find the Captain?"
"Certainly, Miss. I will show you. Please follow me."
Chloe followed the steward to the bridge where the Captain was standing over a chart table. The steward said something to the Captain who turned and smiled at Chloe. "Yes, Miss," he said. "Can I help you?"
"Captain, I met a Mr Metrides in a taverna on the dockside," Chloe said, fighting to get herself under control. She might have been boiling with rage but she wasn't about to admit that she had spent the last nine days on board the ship as a stowaway. "He told me he was an officer on this ship."
"That is true. He is the Navigation Officer."
"He said that the ship was going to Athens and that he could arrange a passage for me so that I could catch my return flight to London."
"I am sorry young lady," the Captain said. "But I have no idea why he told you that. This ship does not sail anywhere near Athens. It is the ferry between Rhodes and the island of Crete. The journey takes just over a day each way."
Chloe could only splutter, "But - !"
The Captain laughed. "He was probably playing a joke on you because you are beautiful and he hoped you could be persuaded to travel with us," he said. "Mr Metrides does have an eye for the ladies. Unfortunately as you English say, you have been 'had'. Is that the right phrase?"
Bloody hell yes, thought Chloe. And in more ways than one, the buggering Greek bastard...!
The End