What Plays in Mykonos...
Abby lay on her back, naked, her left ankle hooked on the Greek stud's muscular shoulder as he knelt between her legs, rubbing the cap of his erection on her pussy, rubbing it against her clit, teasing her folds with it. She moaned and arched her back, her blonde hair streaming over the white sheets, her eyes darting around on the beams of the sloped ceiling of the small room.
"Oraios. oraios. echete ena yperocho soma. ena yperocho moonie--Lovely. Lovely. You have a great body. Lovely cunt. I fuck you good," Demitro murmured, as he dragged the cockhead over her clit and down through her folds.
"Fuck me. Put it in. Screw me," Abby begged.
This wasn't like her. She wasn't this wanton. Jennie had told her to let loose on her beach vacation in Mykonos, but neither of them had had this in mind--or so Abby thought. You never could be completely sure when Jennie was involved in the planning. An hour earlier she'd been downstairs in the Mikari taverna on the Mykonos-Agios Stefano beach road in the island resort town of Lourlos, lunching alone with a bottle of Assyrtiko. She'd been at the beach for two days, and little had happened. She was alone and vulnerable. She had come to a Greek island to be memorably laid.
The Greek men were gorgeous. But none had hit on her. Not until today.
He leaned down and took her lips with his in a lingering kiss. She moved her hands to his bulging biceps, tracing the well-worked curve of them. His erection, as thick and long as any she'd taken in England, was in position, still teasing her, rubbing against her clit and dragging through her folds. It had both scared and aroused her. He was monstrous. She moved one hand down to grasp his cock, with the intent of thrusting her hips up, impaling her pussy on his shaft, taking him in, and ending this tease. But Demetros was having nothing of that.
"Min ta afinete ekei, to yperocho soma sas tentomeno. yperocha pussy--No, leave them there, your lovely body stretched out. Magnificent tits." He'd grasped both of her wrists and pulled her arms over her head. Responding to a commanding man, Abby wrapped her fingers around the brass slats of the headboard. His lips and teeth were on her nipples, worrying them, worshipping them. She sighed and moaned, pushing her breasts up into his face.
She'd hoped of having this kind of a Greek vacation. He was a god. Muscular of body. Movie-star handsome. Curly dark hair. Glorious smile. Cocky, oh so sure of himself. Glib conversation and seduction. Seductive, of course, as he had her naked on the bed, begging for the fuck. And he was hung to the edge of both fear and arousal. Much more than any man she'd had in England. She ached to have it inside her, to prove to herself she could sheath it and give and take pleasure with it.
She'd knelt and handled it, made loved to it, brought it to erection. She ached to have it inside her.
His name was Demetros--or she thought she remembered that was his name. Her concentration was elsewhere when he'd come to her table and asked her if she American or English. If she was alone--and why, if so, since she was so lovely? Was she a natural blonde? Did she have any idea of the thoughts she put in men's heads? Was she a party girl? Such wonderful hair. He'd touched her hair, but when he said that he had been looking at her tits. His hands had twitched to be holding her tits. He had her twitching for him to have his hands on her tits.
The taverna owner had watched them, knowing where it was leading. He had pointed out he had rooms upstairs.
He was licking her navel and moving lower, hovering over her, his cock, regrettably no longer in position. His hands in motion, gliding over her curves, exploring her crevices.
"Oraios. sex. oraios. mia physics xanthia--Lovely. Sexy. Lovely. A natural blonde."
He was nosing his way through her trimmed pubes. She wasn't, of course. She wasn't a natural blonde, but Jennie had goaded her to do the complete job before coming on vacation.
"Make the most of your Greek vacation," Jennie had said.
"Oh, my god!" she exclaimed, arching her back and beginning to pant. His lips, teeth, and tongue had arrived at her pussy.
Demetros feasted. Abby writhed, jerked almost uncontrollably, and flowed. She had never climaxed this soon before--not without a cock inside her.
"Yes, yes. Fuck me, you Greek stud!"
She knew nothing about him other than he was a handsome, young, muscular Greek stud--and, of course, that he had a seduction line good enough to get her up here and naked. Demetros. That was his name, wasn't it? Jennie would want to know what his name was. She'd want to know how Greek size compared with English guys' cocks too.
Well, this Greek was a god in that department. But he was teasing her mercilessly with it. Not English guide had used it this way.
He was getting serious, going up on his knees between her spread thighs, clutching her buttocks and raising her pelvis, her torso streaming back to the bed, putting her weight on her shoulder blades. He was munching on her pussy, his tongue going down to lap at her anus as well. No guy in London had ever done this to her, for her. He was a god. She writhed and moaned. She groaned and exploded in another long, drawn-out orgasm.
Two. No English guy had ever...
Of course she'd never been this easy for an English guy. Forty-five minutes ago, she had been sitting by a low stone wall overlooking the Mediterranean and eating her lunch... alone.
Letting her butt gently descend back to the mattress, every motion slow and sensual, he worked his way back up her slim, tanned torso, kissing, tonguing, nipping. All of her attention, though, was going back to what was jutting out between his legs, the shaft that was dragging through her pubes again. It was monstrous. The feel--even the thought--of it was driving her crazy. It was dragging on the creases between her thighs and belly, until, as his lips found her throat, the cap of the cock was back in position, worrying, teasing, dragging against her clit, through her folds, and in tantalizing position to fuck her.
"Fuck me. Put it in. Fuck me."
Could he understand her? What was the Greek for that? He'd been glib enough in English at the taverna table. Now, in the throes of passion, he was speaking more Greek than English. Luckily she had studied and could follow it a bit.
The shaft was dragging down, down, down. His strong hands were clutching, squeezing, separating her buttocks. He was in position--but not the position she assumed and sought. He hovered over her, between her thighs, on his knees. The cockhead dragged around the rim of her asshole. She tensed up. He laughed and slapped her on the ass.
"T to latrepsete. Polemise mé anne theleis. Mou aresei otan to kanoun auto--You'll love it. Fight me if you want. I love when they do that."
She watched, panting, whimpering, and with slitted eyes, as he generously lubed up his erection. He took another glob in hand and reached down between her legs.
"Oh, no. You couldn't..."
But he could. And he did. He was lubing up her asshole, not her pussy. As she writhed under him, grasping the brass rails hard, crying out to the ceiling, unsuccessfully trying to roll away from his strong grip, he started to work his way into her ass channel.
"Fuck! Shit!" She'd never... she couldn't...
But it turned out she could. And she did. Thick and throbbing, he was inside her ass channel, gently but relentlessly penetrating and stretching her, and, panting hard, she found that that channel did stretch. He gave it time to stretch. He wasn't just teasing there. He was going to use it. He wanted it spread enough to take him.
Oh, fuckin' shit. She initially struggled against this, but he showed he wanted her to. He was much bigger and stronger than she was.
"Nai, nai, polemiste to. Mou aresei otan mé polemoun bazontas to ston thugs. Otan einai mesa, t paradotheite so menna--Yes, yes, fight it. I love it when they fight me putting it in their ass. When it's in, you will surrender to me. It's so much sweeter when they then surrender with me in their ass. And they all surrender. You will surrender. You will love me inside your ass."
He was talking about right now. And that was true. When he was in and she was undone, she gave up the struggle. And when she did and relaxed, she learned she took it better.
Why hadn't she tried harder to stop it there? She knew it would hurt--and it did. He probably preferred it bareback and thought giving it in the ass as better protection that way. He certainly wouldn't be getting her pregnant, a risk even with a condom. Who knew what Greek men knew about any of that? She doubted the macho men would even care. She assumed it would be disgusting--but it wasn't--not once she had surrendered to it. And he was gorgeous and masterful. It gave her chills to submit to his commands. She had come to Mykonos to get memorably laid. And she was here, naked, under him on the bed. And it was what he wanted from her. He'd already made her explode twice and she wanted him to make her explode again.
But it was so, so big. And it was in her ass, filling her, stretching her. This wasn't the sex she expected.
They were both breathing hard. He was growling, "Parte to. parte to. pare ton kokora mou--Take it. Take it. Take my cock!" And he was in and holding at depth. She was taking his cock there. And she was slowly stretching to take it even deeper.
"Oh, my god. Oh, shit!" She was in it now. This is what she'd come to Mykonos to experience? She didn't know if she could tell Jennie about this. She was panting hard, close to hyperventilating, Groaning.
His huge cock was buried in her ass.
"Oraia. glyko. dos' to so menna, moro mou--Nice. Sweet. Give it to me, baby. Be a slut for me. Yes, I fuck you in the ass now. Lovely ass. I love your ass. I fuck your ass."
"Oh, my God. Slow, slow. Please. Oh, fuck!"
Hovering over her, kneeling between her legs, clutching and spreading her buttocks, holding them up off the bed, fully saddled, he began to move. In, out; in, out. She shuddered with each push.
"Calarono. T expanded. Afiste to na annexing--Relax. It will spread. Let it open."
He'd done this before. He knew what he's doing. She was in masterful hands. He knew a woman could take it. He'd taken his pleasure this way before.
The shuddering of her body calming, Abby relaxed, and the more she did that, the less pain there was and the more open to his slide she was. He and her channel were well lubricated. The passage just needed to spread. And it was doing that. There was pain, but it was lessening. He was still a Greek god experience. She fought hard to adjust. Too late to stop it now. Was this the Greek way? Greek pregnancy protection?
"Oraia. Kalo. Toso sex. Toso yperocho--Nice. Good. So sexy. So lovely. You have a sweet, tight ass. I fuck you good."
She was satisfying him. He was getting his pleasure from her. She was meeting the stud's standards.
In, out; Innnn, ouuut. The rhythm settled down. Greek music was coming up from the taverna downstairs. Demetros was regularizing his thrusts with the beat of the music. The top of the brass headboard was rhythmically brushing against the wall. There was no indication he would be stopping any time soon.
The shock time was over. He was in now. Endure. Take what pleasure you can. He's a god. He's inside you.
"Dos' to so menna, moro mou. dose mou ton shu--Give it to me, baby. Give me your ass. Nice. Good. Move on the cock. Go with me, baby."
The fuck was settling down. He was fucking her in the ass. She was giving him what he wanted. She was rolling her ass, moving on the cock.
Abby moaned and groaned, but she was concentrating on the movement of the cock and her own response. She was managing it. She was stretching. She gasped as he increased the cadence, fucking her faster... and faster... and faster.
"Tora gamoume kala--Now we fuck good. You're a real honey."
Abby's hands came off the brass slats and glided down his back, clutching his undulating buttocks, holding him close into her as he pistoned the movement. A vigorous, virile, Greek stud.
"Yes, yes. Fuck me!" she cried out. She didn't want him to stop now--not before he came. She wanted to do him that service. She wanted him to like her.
"Sikoste ton sas. gamoto, moro mou--Lift your ass. Fuck yourself, baby," Demetros commanded. And when she did, Demetros holding off on thrusting, letting Abby move her hips and ass passage on the hard shaft, he glided a hand between their groins and worked her clit, folds, and pussy with it.
"Oh, shit!" she exclaimed as she exploded into another orgasm. That was it. That's why she didn't try to stop him. Another orgasm. When before had she ever managed so many?
She shrank away from him then, but he held her fast to his crotch, resuming the thrusting in her ass, marching to his own release, as she lay back, moaning low in the pleasure of her completion and the generously lubricated and stretched lessening of the pain in her ass.
He tensed, jerked, and came. Tensed jerked, and came.
In her ass.
She had satisfied the Greek god.
He slowly pulled out of her, and, with a sigh, Abby collapsed on the bed and watched Demetros roll away from her, off the bed, and pad into the adjacent bathroom. She watched his undulating buttocks as he went. She'd been fucked in the ass by a Greek god. Whatever else she had to think about this, she'd been fucked by a Greek god--a Greek god who had been satisfied by her.
When she came out of the bathroom, he was gone. What would she tell anyone about this? Who would believe it of her? Mild, meek, little administrative assistant Abby. Would Jennie think she'd made it all up? A Greek island vacation myth of a dull London working girl? She was sore as hell and starting to have second thoughts of what had just happened--how easily she'd given herself. What she'd let him do to her.
She dressed, went downstairs, and walked away from the taverna, toward her seaside hotel. Her ass hurt, but she'd never forget why. Each time that happened, she have a little wave of arousal float through her. A souvenir of Mykonos. Giving satisfactory service to a Greek god.
There was Demetros, leaning against a wall along the beach road, smoking a cigarette.
God, he was gorgeous. When she passed him, would she turn and slap him? She had no idea.
He watched her approach. When she drew level with him, their eyes met, his "yeah, what of it?" gaze was challenging. She dipped her head in submission but then walked on by--toward her beach resort hotel.
Demetros fell into step behind her--following her to her hotel room. She heard him mutter, "Oraio. ti oraio echete--Nice ass. What a nice ass you have." He came closer to her and stroked her ass with his fingers. She shuddered in pleasure. He was asserting ownership of her ass. There was every reason for him to claim that right.
He had conquered her ass. He was following her. He wanted more. He wanted her ass again.
"You should know, big boy," Abby murmured as she gave it a good shake, walking to her hotel room. Demetros a few steps behind her.
* * * *
Abby, naked, stood at the foot of the bed in her hotel room. Demetros, naked, stood close behind her, embracing her, his left hand covering and squeezing her right breast and his right hand rubbing her clit and penetrating her pussy. His cock was buried up her ass and both of them were gently rocking, causing the shaft to move inside her. Behind them, the French doors to the balcony overlooking the Mediterranean were open and the breeze off the water was rustling the gauzy curtains on the door.
He'd slipped right in--in her ass. She surrendered to him without a fight--just a sigh. He laughed as he slid up inside her. Her ass was his. They both knew that.
In, out; in out, Demetros was gently fucking her in the ass and kissing her in the hollow of her throat. She wasn't fighting it. He had opened her ass passage to his need earlier. It was mostly pleasure now, much of it mental--that a Greek god was fucking her. She was satisfying the gods.
He gently pushed her forward, moving his buttocks back, withdrawing from her. He turned her and reclined her back onto the bed. Standing over her, he ran his hands up the inner surface of her legs, gently parting them.
"Gia senna. Auto einai gia essays--For you. This is for you," he murmured.
Putting his hands under her knees, he bent them and placed her feet on the edge of the foot of the bed. The motion was slow, sensual, conveying that he was giving her a present.
Abby went with him in this. The bowing of her head in submission when she had passed him on the street between the taverna and the hotel had conveyed all he needed to know about what she would do for him--what he could do with her. Whatever he wanted. For as long as she was on the island.
He could stay with her in this room. She'd pay extra if demanded. She would wine and dine him. She would buy him clothes. She would give him anything he wanted. She would deny him nothing.
Standing over her, looking down into her eyes, he slit open a condom packet and rolled it on. He generously lubed up the erection. He hovered over her, leaning down and taking her nipples, one after the other in his mouth. He clutched her throat with his left hand, holding her head to the mattress. He used his right to toy with her clit, folds, and pussy with his stiff cock, rubbing it over every surface, teasing the pussy, rimming the asshole--just as he had done at the taverna.
"Do it. Fuck me," Abby begged.
Her eyes opened wide, she gasped, she threw her hands up to clutch up bunches of bedspread over her head, and she arched her back, as he penetrated her.
In the pussy.
Pushing in deep. Holding there to allow her to recover from the shock. Then beginning to fuck her there. In, out; in deeper. Thrusting harder. Faster. Hard. Vigorous. Deep. being her man. In her cunt.
She writhed under him. "Oh, Demetros. Demetros. You are huge. Yes, yes. Fuck me, baby!"
Her hands glided down his muscular back and clutched his undulating buttocks, holding him close to her. She set her hips into motion. Abby riding Demetros's cock as Demetros rode Abby's pussy.
She exploded. Again and again and again.
But Demetros took that as a signal to stop thrusting.
"Syngnómi, moró mou. Mou arései na teleióno me aftón ton trópo--I'm sorry, babe, I like to finish this other way," she heard him groan, and he pulled out and turned her on her stomach on the bed, her legs dangling down from the thick mattress.
She saw from the corner of her eye that he had jerked the condom off. Part of his need must be barebacking, and he thought this was the safest way of doing that. He would be coming deep inside her. She shuddered and shimmered at the delicious thought of that.
He wanted her. He had to have her. His way. It was OK. He had taken care of her.
"Whatever you want, Demetros," she answered submissively. He had tried, and that was in deference to her, she knew. But he was an ass man. He was cocky and commanding and concentrating on his own needs and wants. Abby wondered if all Greek men were like this. Jennie had suggested they were. Abby liked it. Submitting to a demanding stud made her shimmer with pleasure. Maybe Jennie, who went with bad boys, understood the attraction of this and had been trying to pass it on to her. Mykonos had been Jennie's idea. Did Kevin fuck Jennie in the ass? He seemed both crude enough and to have command of Jennie. Abby hadn't found English men this way yet. Maybe she was looking in the wrong places. Demetros was an ass man. But he had tried, in deference to her.
She gasped and closed her eyes tight, reaching her arms straight out from her body in total submission, clutching up wads of bedspread as he entered her ass, able to sink deep and almost immediately setting the rhythm of the fuck there. He'd been there before today. He had already opened and conquered her there.
He rode, rode, rode her in the ass.
Abby groaned, enduring, grasping at the brief and fleeting flashes of pleasure even this gave her, much of it mental, she knew, because it was a Greek god plowing her. Submitting to a demanding stud. Being just what he wanted from her. Her grimaces fading into moans and sighs.
He ran the fingers of his left hand into her long, blonde hair, clutching the back of her neck and pressing her cheek to the bedspread while he snaked the right hand under her waist and found and worked her clit and pussy. He pumped her in the ass, taking and exercising total command.
"Yes, yes, YES!" she cried out. Yet another explosion.
He was a Greek god. Abby's Mykonos vacation was complete. She would return next year.
- Abby was surprised by the new pleasures she was experiencing with Demetros, including his interest in anal sex and barebacking.
- As a blonde in a foreign country, Abby was used to attracting attention from men, but none had been as persistent or seductive as Demetros.
- Despite her reservations about engaging in casual sex and submitting to a stranger's dominance, Abby found herself becoming increasingly drawn to Demetros' Greek stud charm.
- Demetros' ethnic background and sexual preferences were different from what Abby was used to, but she found herself excited by the possibilities that their cultural differences offered.
- In the end, Abby's suburban upbringing and strict moral code were no match for the hedonistic pleasures of her beach vacation in Mykonos, and she surrendered to the thrill of submitting to Demetros' Greek stud presence.
