“Darling, I remember your little hints about a vacation, but as you can see, I’m always fucking busy, ” Oleg said, giving Veronika a meaningful look. “It’s damn hard for me to drop work even for a short while.”

“I understand, ” Veronika sighed heavily and lowered her head, pretending to study nonexistent specks of dust on the carpet.

“To run a successful business in Russia, you have to spin like a squirrel in a wheel twenty-five hours a day. But...” Oleg paused dramatically.

“But?” The girl perked up and looked at her beloved with hopeful eyes.

“I’ve decided to give you a little birthday present. It’s in ten days, if I’m not mistaken?”

“Yes, June seventh!” Veronika nodded and froze with a bewildered smile. “Well, Olezhka, tell me already! What’s the present?”

“It was supposed to be a surprise...”

“To hell with surprises! I want to know.”

Oleg pulled a small envelope from his pocket and tossed it carelessly onto the couch where Veronika sat with her legs tucked under her.

“As a birthday gift, my love, I’ve decided to send you on vacation to the Excelsior hotel on one of those tiny Maldivian islands.”

Veronika went speechless with joy, unable to believe her ears.

“It’s a private island consisting entirely of one big hotel, ” Oleg continued, clearly enjoying his wife’s reaction. “The island is divided into four parts—according to the cardinal directions—and each can be booked separately. Inside the envelope are the voucher, tickets, and insurance.”

“So you... you booked me an entire section of the hotel?” Veronika squealed and jumped to her feet. Her cheeks flushed pink, and her eyes sparkled with happiness.

“The southern part, ” Oleg nodded, raising his hands defensively as his ecstatic wife hurled herself at him with a whoop.

A short wrestling match followed, but Veronika won. She straddled her husband and began covering his face and neck with quick, eager kisses.

“Each section of the island has its own staff, ” Oleg continued, dodging and grimacing, “and the main purpose of this hotel is to deliver maximum pleasure to its guests.”

“In what sense?” Veronika asked, momentarily pulling away from her marital affections.

“In every fucking sense, ” Oleg replied, happily squeezing his wife’s firm ass, which was now confidently planted on his hips. “Any wish of the client is law for the hotel staff.”

“And what if I want to kill someone?” Veronika asked cheerfully, wriggling with pleasure on top of her husband.

“Within the law, of course, ” Oleg clarified, tugging his pants down and comfortably arranging his hardening cock between Veronika’s legs.

“Are you coming with me?” The question dissolved into a sweet moan as Oleg impaled her on his dick.

“No, you’ll be flying there alone, ” he answered, increasing the force and rhythm of his thrusts.

“How... I’m... sorry, ” Veronika whispered, trying to keep up with the pace. “I love you, baby... Thank you for this wonderful surprise!”

“You mean this one?” Oleg asked, giving a harder buck of his hips.

“Ohhh... That one too.”

Veronika clung tightly to her husband, pressing her groin firmly against his, and skillfully met his thrusts.

“Fuck, that feels so good!” she moaned, sucking his lips while continuing to mutter, “I love you, I love you, I love you!”

“I love you too, my sunshine, ” Oleg groaned, driving his wife’s wet pussy down onto his rigid cock. “I hope you’ll rest to the fullest!”

“Without you it’ll be hard to do that, ” Veronika’s counter-thrusts grew faster; she was clearly approaching orgasm.

“I’m sure the hotel staff will take care of everything!” Oleg pressed his wife’s hips tightly against his groin and began pumping hot cum deep inside her.

“I’m gonna cum...” Veronika didn’t finish the sentence and buried her face in Oleg’s neck.

She moaned and shuddered in short, sharp convulsions. Oleg held her trembling body close and thought: had he made the right choice? After a trip to this hotel, his wife would no longer belong to him alone.

Of course, only if she made proper use of the opportunities provided.

Veronika couldn’t believe her eyes. The Excelsior hotel was far bigger than anything the glossy brochure Oleg had shown her could possibly suggest. She stared in stunned silence at the majestic columns framing the entrance to what the same booklet pompously called “The Temple of Love and Vice.” The pilasters were covered in gold leaf — or at least looked convincingly like it. Everywhere else rose the snow-white walls of the grand Victorian-style building.

She remembered part of the conversation with her husband that had landed her in this genuine paradise: “The main purpose of this hotel is to deliver maximum pleasure to its guests.” Back home she hadn’t bothered to clarify exactly how far that “maximum” stretched. She’d decided to find out on the spot.

A pretty hostess — a dark-skinned island girl — met Veronika in the lobby and escorted her to the paid section of the hotel on the second floor. The woman spoke perfectly decent English, and Veronika understood her without any trouble.

“Is this my room?” Veronika whispered in awe as she stepped into the luxuriously appointed suite. It had three rooms: a living room with a small fountain in the center, a conservatory opening onto a balcony, and a bedroom drowning in soft pink tones.

“You have all the rooms in this section of the hotel, ” the hostess smiled. “Six suites in total.”

“Six suites?! What the hell am I supposed to do with all that by myself?”

“Trust me: you’ll use every one of them if you make proper use of the opportunities provided, ” the dark-skinned girl replied, still smiling sweetly.

“You’ll help me with that, I hope?”

“Absolutely.”

At those words two young women entered the suite. They looked no older than twenty. Both wore tiny bikini bottoms that barely covered their girlish charms. Veronika suddenly felt awkward in her travel shorts, even though they also did little to hide her own appetizing ass.

“These are your personal slaves for the entire duration of your stay, ” the hostess said, nodding toward the girls. “Their names are Si and Su.”

Veronika wasn’t sure about the translation and asked, “My personal slaves?”

“Yes. These girls will not only carry out any wish you have, but they’ll try to anticipate them. Of course, you can replace them at any moment if they don’t satisfy you.”

“Oh no, not at all!” Veronika giggled. “It’s just... I’ve never had... personal slaves before.”

The hostess gave the girls a sign. They quickly approached Veronika and humbly dropped to their knees in front of her, heads bowed. One leaned forward and kissed Veronika’s ankle; the other pressed her lips directly to the crotch of her shorts. Veronika’s face flushed crimson.

“Please, there’s no need for that!” she smiled at the dark-skinned girls. “I hope we can just be friends.”

“That’s completely unnecessary, ” the hostess said with a slight frown. “And this is your assistant, Delmar!”

Into the living room walked a tall African man who flashed a blinding white smile. The only thing covering his brown, naked body was a snow-white loincloth. He bowed respectfully to Veronika, dropping to one knee, and the girl let out a startled “Oh!” covering her mouth with her palm. Beneath the fabric stretched tight across Delmar’s hips, she caught a glimpse of a thick, oversized cock. The African man rose calmly and looked at his new mistress with respectful deference. Veronika had only ever seen a dick that massive on television — in adult videos.

“Take this, ” said the hostess, handing Veronika a small antique box exquisitely inlaid with green stones. “Swallow one when the time comes.”

Veronika opened the gift with curiosity. Inside lay several translucent pills.

“What is this?” she asked.

“They will help you enjoy all the pleasures to the fullest, ” the hostess replied with a mysterious smile.

“And when exactly will the time come?” Veronika asked, blushing furiously — the color rising against her will.

“You’ll know it yourself, ” the hostess bowed and prepared to leave. “Oh, and no more than one pill at a time.”

“I really don’t think I’ll need them, ” Veronika smiled politely and set the ancient-looking artifact on the table, which was already laid with covered dishes, fine china, and silverware.

“Your breakfast is served. Delmar, Si, and Su will attend to you, ” the hostess bowed once more and slipped out the door.

Before Veronika could even catch her breath, the girls and the African man began bustling around the table laden with food.

“I’m going to take a shower!” Veronika squeaked and quickly retreated to the bathroom. The bathroom alone was probably larger than her entire apartment back home. It felt strange to be waited on like some kind of countess.

She had barely gotten properly wet under the stream of water when one of the girls — Si or Su, Veronika still couldn’t tell them apart in the whirlwind of this dizzying stay — entered the bathroom. The dark-skinned girl quickly shed her bikini and, smiling tenderly, approached Veronika. She began soaping Veronika’s body, her hands gently gliding over every fold, hollow, and curve. Veronika felt both awkward and pleasantly aroused at the same time. She squeezed her eyes shut — partly from pleasure, partly to avoid meeting the girl’s gaze.

A ghostly desire for something more began to stir in her relaxed body. Veronika gently stopped the girl’s caresses. Like hell I’m going to start fucking around with lesbian shit, she thought with an inward snort as she stepped out of the shower. Si or Su helped her dry off with a huge fluffy towel and held out a soft pink robe, into which Veronika happily wrapped herself, finally hiding her naked body from prying eyes.

In the living room everything was set for breakfast. Delmar and one of the dark-skinned girls stood on either side of Veronika’s chair, which looked more like a royal throne. She sat down and attacked the meal; only now did she realize how ravenously hungry she was. The African man stood to her right, and Veronika kept stealing sideways glances at him. He was superbly built, completely bald, and devilishly handsome.

What drew her gaze most of all, though, was his powerful manhood, which kept flashing beneath the loincloth every time Delmar turned to serve another dish or refill her wine glass. Speaking of the wine — it turned out to be surprisingly strong. Veronika felt her cheeks growing hot and a playful mood rising with every passing minute.

Emboldened, she seized a moment and discreetly lifted the white fabric on Delmar’s hips. His cock rested exactly where it should, and once again the sight took her breath away. The gesture did not escape the girls’ attention. One of them walked up to the African man and calmly untied his loincloth. The fabric slipped to the floor at Delmar’s feet. Su or Si took the thick brown cock in her hand and touched it to Veronika’s shoulder. Veronika stared at what was happening with wide eyes.

The dark-skinned girl slowly brought the cock closer to Veronika’s mouth, and Delmar gave an approving smile. Veronika jerked back and shook her head, yet she couldn’t tear her eyes away from the impressive piece of meat.

“Oh no, Su... or Si! If you want to suck it, go ahead and suck it yourself, ” Veronica herself blushed at such an obscene suggestion and looked at the girl in fright.

Even though Veronika had spoken in Russian, the girl understood perfectly. She dropped to her knees right in front of Veronika’s face and took the African man’s cock into her mouth. Delmar’s dick began to swell to impossible proportions. After a couple of minutes of energetic sucking, the dark-skinned girl could no longer fit even half of it inside; she focused her efforts on the swollen, deep-purple head that had grown to an obscene size.

Veronika didn’t notice how she had leaned in until her face was almost touching the filthy scene. She kept licking her lips and running hungry eyes over the veiny, engorged shaft that kept disappearing and reappearing between the girl’s skilled lips. Suddenly she felt warm hands on the inside of her thighs. The second girl — the one who had kissed her crotch through her shorts when they first met — gently spread Veronika’s legs and dove between them. Veronika felt a hot little tongue on her already swollen pussy lips, which, it turned out, had been dripping with desire for some time.

Veronika half-heartedly tried to push the girl’s head away from her crotch, but after an unexpected kiss from the first girl — who had paused sucking the African for a second — she gave up completely and spread her thighs wide. Veronika tasted a slightly musky flavor on the kiss: Delmar’s sticky precum had smeared across her own lips. Her heart jumped and started hammering twice as hard.

“Su... let’s say you’re Su, ” Veronika whispered, pulling away from the wet kiss, “I can’t do this... Besides, I’m married.”

In her excitement Veronika had switched back to Russian, and it was quite possible that the slaves’ failure to understand her led to the unpredictable consequences that followed. Su nodded, quickly fished one of the pills out of the ancient box, popped it into her own mouth, and kissed Veronika again — deep and juicy. She shoved her tongue into Veronika’s mouth and pushed the pill down her throat, all while still stroking Delmar’s polished shaft with her fingers. Veronika swallowed convulsively and felt the tablet slide inside. Meanwhile Si was licking Veronika’s pussy with long, wet strokes, occasionally flicking the tip of her tongue against her swollen clit.

Su licked a clear drop from the head of the African’s cock, sucked on it for a moment while glancing at Veronika, then latched onto her trembling lips once more. This time Veronika finally answered the girl’s hot kisses. She moaned and grabbed Su’s head with both hands. And at that exact moment she felt male flesh pulsing between their mouths. Su was kissing Veronika through Delmar’s cock, pressing her lips to Veronika’s while simultaneously licking the swollen head with her tongue.

Veronika gasped and squeezed her eyes shut. She felt the thick, hard flesh push into her wet mouth. Instinctively she opened as wide as she could, but even then she couldn’t take the whole African cock inside. Her mind fogged over; lust and raw animal need clouded her thoughts. Veronika turned her head more comfortably and dug her fingers into Delmar’s firm ass. Delmar understood her without words.

He began to move in Veronika’s mouth with slow, deep thrusts. Su slid down between the African man’s legs and started sucking his balls, her tongue running all the way back to his ass. For comfort, Delmar planted one foot on the armrest of the throne he was fucking Veronika’s mouth on, and Su reached his asshole, shoving her stiff tongue inside it.

Veronika was choking on the sheer size of Delmar’s cock as he tried to ram it as deep as possible. Between her legs burned an unbearable need to feel this monster inside her cunt, and she couldn’t hold back any longer. She pulled the African’s dick out of her mouth and guided it toward her dripping slit, staring straight into Delmar’s eyes, which were flooded with raw lust and hunger. Si moved aside, making room for the powerful organ. Veronika lifted her legs and spread them wide. Delmar dragged her lower on the chair, squatted down, and ran the swollen head along her swollen pussy lips. Veronika moaned and squeezed her eyes shut.

“Come on!” she whispered, biting her lip.

And then the phone on the table among the plates started ringing. Veronika snatched it up impatiently and glanced at the screen: Oleg’s smiling face stared back at her.

“Fuck!” she yelped and shot a terrified look at the African.

Delmar nodded understandingly and pressed the head of his cock against the wet, gaping entrance of her pussy. Veronika braced her feet against his gleaming chest, trying to push him away. Delmar smiled, taking the gesture for playful resistance, and thrust his hips forward. Veronika gasped and froze as the massive cock slid into her. She looked down and shuddered — it had never occurred to her that her pussy lips could stretch that wide. It felt like she’d been impaled on the polished handle of a mop.

The incoming call kept ringing insistently, demanding to speak with his wife. Veronika lowered her trembling legs and screwed her eyes shut as the African cock sank even deeper. She answered the call, pressing the phone hard to her ear and shooting Delmar a look of pure panic.

“Yes, darling!”

“Hi, Nika. You took a while to answer. Everything okay?”

“Yes, darling!” Veronika was desperately squirming, trying to slide off Delmar’s dick. She felt like a butterfly pinned to a page in an album. “The phone was just on the table and I was in the bathroom. Everything’s fine!”

“How are you settling in? Like the room?”

“Yes! Turns out it’s not just one room — there are six of them!” The African finally got the message and slowly pulled his rock-hard organ out of her dripping hole. It was thickly coated with her slime. “Everything is so beautiful and... the staff is wonderful!”

Veronika stood up from the chair on shaky legs and hastily pulled her robe closed with her free hand. Both dark-skinned girls immediately dropped to their knees in front of Delmar and started licking Veronika’s juices off his cock.

“Can you turn on the camera?” Oleg asked in a completely unsuspecting voice. “I want to see the suite I paid a fortune for.”

“Yes... of course, just a second, ” Veronika darted to the mirror and quickly checked herself. “Here!”

She held the phone close in front of her so the camera mostly showed only her face and shoulders.

“Hi, bunny, ” Oleg smiled, looking at his wife. “Is it just me, or are you shaking?”

“A little, ” Veronika replied. In reality she was trembling hard from unsatisfied lust. “I just got out of the shower and...”

“Give me a little tour?”

“Of course, honey!”

Veronika switched the camera and began showing off the luxurious apartment, carefully avoiding the trio of naked helpers. Delmar and the two dark-skinned girls stood near the table, watching Veronika’s every move, ready to fulfill any wish at a moment’s notice. Su and Si gently stroked Delmar’s cock and balls, their fingers playing with his heavy equipment, not letting it soften for even a second.

“Come on, I’ll show you the rest of the suites!” Veronika said, giving her assistants a wide berth as she moved past them. “To be honest, I haven’t seen them myself yet.”

“I thought you’d already had time to look around, ” Oleg smiled on the screen.

“Not yet, darling. First a shower after the trip, then breakfast and... you called.”

“So I pulled you away from breakfast?”

“Not exactly...”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to.”

“No big deal! I... I’ve almost finished.”

The little procession following the hostess — who was holding the phone in front of her — looked pretty ridiculous: a girl in a pink bathrobe tensely talking on the phone, trailed by a group of completely naked bodies with Delmar in the lead, his massive erection jutting far out ahead of him. Veronika turned into the nearest doorway, and the trio followed right behind.

“Who’s that hovering behind your back?” Oleg asked, peering at the screen.

“That’s... the hotel staff, ” Veronika said, glancing back in panic. “I told you about them.”

“Hello!” Delmar smiled and waved at the camera. He stepped right up to Veronika and pressed his cock against her crotch through the robe. She felt the heat radiating from his rock-hard flesh. She froze for a second... but didn’t pull away, only shifting the phone slightly to the side.

“Hello!” Si and Su smiled, modestly covering their bare breasts with their hands.

“Hi!” Oleg replied, then turned back to his wife. “Your staff looks pretty damn nice, ” he added.

“Yes... yes, they do, ” Veronika agreed, watching with alarm as the girls squatted down out of Oleg’s view and parted the front of her robe.

One of them took Delmar’s cock and began rubbing the swollen head along Veronika’s pussy lips. The African man made slow, thrusting movements with his hips while continuing to smile cheerfully into the phone camera. Veronika let out a strange little sob and unconsciously spread her legs wider.

Delmar bent his knees slightly, and Veronika felt her cunt stretch open again as it swallowed the huge black dick. She closed her eyes and rocked back against him. A hot, heavy ache rose through her belly. She pressed her hand to her mound, feeling how tightly her pubic bone was straining.

“Darling, are you all right?” There were worried notes in Oleg’s voice. “You suddenly seem... off.”

“It’s probably just the acclimatization, ” Veronika breathed out, grabbing one of the girls’ shoulders as her legs started to give way from sheer pleasure. “I’d better step outside... Come on, darling, I’ll show you the amazing view of the sea from the window while I’m at it.”

With obvious regret Veronika pulled away from the African and, keeping her legs pressed together, waddled awkwardly out onto the terrace. She switched the camera from selfie to rear view and pointed it toward the sea. Her legs wouldn’t stop trembling, so she leaned heavily on the railing and propped the phone against a pot with some exotic flower.

She felt someone lifting the back of her robe from behind. No longer able to resist, she arched her back and thrust her ass out high. A warm, rough palm slid gently over her dripping pussy, and Veronika spread her legs wider, trying to reach every slick fold toward Delmar’s teasing touch.

“What a view!” Oleg said admiringly into the phone at the exact moment the African man gripped Veronika’s hips and drove half the length of his hot cock into her pulsing cunt.

“Mmm, yes! It’s fucking incredible!” Veronika moaned, reaching back with both hands to spread her ass cheeks wider, helping Delmar’s dick slide deeper into her pussy.

“You’re moaning like you’re about to cum from the scenery!” Oleg laughed.

“Not yet, but I will soon, ” Veronika answered hoarsely, grabbing the African’s hips to try to slow his thrusts. “It’s so amazing... You have no idea, darling! I’ve never felt anything like this!”

“All for you, ” Oleg replied with a touch of proud satisfaction.

Down below came an obscene wet squelching: the girl’s body was desperately trying to cope with the unprecedented invasion, flooding the stretched vagina with fresh waves of slick. Veronika blushed and clamped her thighs together; the sounds grew a little quieter. Immediately a quick little tongue from one of the girls darted across her mound, trying to find its way to the wet folds. Veronika gasped and spread her legs again, feeling her clit enveloped in soft, rough licking. She was being sucked from below and above at once: the second girl had latched onto her breast with a hot mouth and taken possession of her nipples.

“Too bad I’m not there with you, ” Oleg said dreamily, pulling Veronika back to reality. “We’d really light it up!”

“Yeah, I agree, ” Veronika answered breathlessly. “I’d probably let you fuck me in every single room of this hotel!”

“Ooh... I see you’re in a playful mood, ” the phone purred.

“Yes... And I’d be screaming ‘fuck me!’” Veronika could barely hold back a moan. “No, I’d scream it in English so the whole hotel would know how you’re... fucking me!” She started trembling hard and suddenly blurted out: “Fuck me! Fuck me, you bitch!”

Delmar gripped Veronika’s hips and literally yanked her all the way down onto his cock — like pulling on a tight glove. Veronika howled and convulsed, accidentally kneeing Si or Su in the face as the girl sucked her clit. The second girl bit down hard on Veronika’s nipple, and she nearly blacked out from the pleasure.

“You’re not getting carried away there, are you, darling?” There was no trace of a smile left in Oleg’s voice.

Veronika bit her own hand to stifle the moans of ecstasy. She was cumming longer than usual, helplessly grinding on the African’s cock, unable to stop.

“Aaaa... It’s so fucking good here, ” she finally managed to squeeze out something coherent. “Thank you for the gift, my love!”

“I want to see your face!” the phone said dryly.

“Didn’t you like the sea?” Veronika meowed, stretching like a satisfied cat. She pressed her ass tight against the African’s groin and slowly rotated her hips, shifting from foot to foot, feeling the huge cock nudge against her cervix inside.

“Veronika!” Oleg barked, and she flinched.

Then she picked up the phone and switched to selfie mode. She looked into the camera with an embarrassed smile and blew a kiss.

“Are you drunk? Look at your red face!” Oleg rattled off anxiously, scanning his wife’s features.

“Just a tiny bit, ” Veronika answered languidly, squeezing her pussy muscles around Delmar’s cock. “Had a couple of glasses. Damn, the wine here is strong!” she giggled.

Oleg fell silent, and Veronika waved the phone in front of the African’s face.

“I’ll call you back later — see, the staff is calling me somewhere, ” she said, pressed the phone to her lips and gave the screen a loud smack. “Love you, baby!”

“But why is that bald black guy standing so close...”

Oleg didn’t get to finish. Veronika ended the call and turned to Delmar, whose cock she hadn’t climbed off for the last ten minutes. Her eyes roamed greedily over the chocolate-brown body of her lover, wrapping him in a gaze full of raw lust and hunger.

What the hell is happening to me? The brief, frightened thought in Veronika’s foggy head quickly dissolved in an ocean of desire. She rocked her hips impatiently:

“Well? What are you waiting for? Fuck me properly already, you bitch... I mean, fuck!”

Veronika grabbed the head of Si or Su and crushed her lips in a filthy, depraved kiss. She found the second girl’s head and yanked it toward her aching, dripping cunt. Delmar seized Veronika’s tits and started pounding with his hips like a steam hammer — steady, powerful, relentless.

“Yeees... Just like that!” Veronika moaned straight into the dark-skinned girl’s mouth and sucked her tongue deep.

In the doorway of the suite where the African was brutally fucking Veronika, the hostess appeared. She calmly assessed the scene, smiled, made a quick note on the tablet in her hands, then turned and quietly slipped out, closing the door behind her.

(to be continued)