Henry looked at the pile of paperwork on his desk and rubbed at his eyes. It had been a really long day, and only midway through what was bound to be a long week. It had begun with his friend Benjamin's death two days ago, and since then the Island had been a hive of activity getting things prepared.
In a couple of days time Benjamin's children would arrive on the Island, having just found out that they were triplets given up for adoption, and they'd be meeting here for the very first time. On top of that he had a burial to organise for Benjamin on the Island. Add in organising supplies and planning for every contingency, and it was no wonder he felt exhausted. It was two in the morning and high time he had some stress relief.He got up from his desk, winced at the pain in his back and moved to the door of his office, part of his home on the Island upstairs from the clinic, and headed for the exit, moving quietly down the stairs as was his habit. Once outside he smiled. He'd always loved the cool breeze that caressed the Island through the night.He turned left and took the path down to the beach, taking a right between two large bushes on the narrow path the kitchen staff used to bring supplies into the kitchens. A couple of turns and he was moving around the edge of the building where the Islands food was prepared and stored, unstaffed at this time of night. He knew if anyone spotted him they'd just assume he was going for his habitual late night snack, but he knew different.He bypassed the main doors to the kitchen and entered the small courtyard that served the dual purpose of somewhere to store the trash and somewhere the chefs and porters could sneak out to for a smoke. Casually he glanced around and seeing no-one he slipped over to the backdoor of the pastry kitchen and entered a code in the keypad, a different code from the one normally used to open the door.A quiet bump sounded next to one of the bins and he moved to the corner, reached down and pulled the handle that was now protruding from the flagstoned yard. A small hatch appeared with a ladder heading down, barely visible in the moonlight.He quickly slid himself into the narrow passage and closed the hidden hatch above him, seeing the dim lights illuminating the twenty three rungs below him. Reaching the bottom he turned around and punched another code into the wall and the small box beside it opened. He pressed his hand to the small screen inside the box and the door beside him swung open.Henry smiled in anticipation. He had a lot of catching up to do.He entered the saferoom, or as he thought of it, the 'Bunker' where he could retreat to if the Island was ever attacked. He ignored the open plan living area and kitchen and moved straight to the door on his left, a control room where he could make contact with the outside world if need be, but his focus wasn't on the emergency facilities. He moved straight to the console housing the covert CCTV system that Benjamin Moore had painstakingly built in secret over the last fifteen years.His friends words came back to him, as they always did when he looked at the setup. "There's no point in being trapped in here. Much better to see what's going on outside. Then you retain an advantage the other side doesn't even know about. Information is power."Henry smiled and moved to the large leather desk chair facing the bank of fifteen screens. Three large screens, a dozen smaller, all assigned letters from A to O. The one hundred and thirty eight cameras hidden around the island were numbered, making the system incredibly simple to operate. Simply type in the letter for the screen then the camera number, hit enter and that's what you saw.The whole system was set up on a motion-activation principle, immediately discarding data that had nothing happening and that suited Henrys purposes perfectly.He settled his fingers on the keyboard, typed A68 and hit Enter. The first of the three large screens flickered into view, a camera situated in the bedroom of Benjamin's favourite PA, Jasmine. She was one of Henry's favorites too, a hot, toned blonde with a bundle of intelligence and determination. It wasn't her intellect that interested him at present though as he watched the live feed from her vacant bedroom, his memory providing him with hundreds of images of her sleeping in that very bed.He felt the familiar stirring in his groin and smiled. Time to move the recording back.His fingers found the small dial next to the keyboard, punched in the camera number and then rotated it back. The simple system allowed him to review all recorded footage from that particular camera and he was viewing it in reverse. A couple of chambermaids darted around briefly at high speed, and then the footage caught up to Jasmine undressing then sleeping. The footage continued in reverse at high speed, skipping past hours of her lying still. She'd been asleep for five hours or so when he saw her leap out of bed, naked, and grab a towel, then disappear backwards into the bathroom.He reset the dial, his left hand coming to rest on his belt, and as the footage began to play on the screen he unfastened his belt and trousers.Jasmine appeared from the bathroom, her skin flushed from the shower, wrapped in a fluffy white towel, and as Henry pulled down his fly and slid his hand in his trousers, she opened her towel.Seeing her side on as she lifted the towel, her body taught and firm, her breasts pert and round, Henry slipped his hand around his cock, slowly stroking himself as he watched her dry herself. She moved too quickly for him though, drying herself rapidly then slipping under the sheet on her bed, settling down to go to sleep.Henry frowned and punched in B69, bringing up the footage from the en-suite bathroom in Jasmine's room. He punched 69 in next to the dial and rolled it back, seeing her in a high-speed blur in the shower, moving it back to play as soon as the maid appeared who'd cleaned the bathroom earlier.While he stroked himself in anticipation the maid finished her work, the lighting changed and Jasmine appeared. Dressed only in a black thong, she walked up to the sink, her gorgeous breasts on display and as she brushed her teeth, Henry zoomed the camera in on her breasts, stroking himself as he watched them jiggle back and forth with every motion of her arm."Come on, you hot bitch," he muttered. "Get in the fucking shower."The teeth brushing continued for another minute and then she disappeared off screen, so Henry zoomed the view back out, seeing her step into the shower cubicle. The water began immediately and he slowed the footage down as she stepped out the cubicle to remove her thong. In slow motion she inserted her thumbs in her waistband and bent over, sliding the black material down her hips, thighs and finally to the floor, and with a casual flick of her foot, the thong ended up back in the bedroom.Henry’s grip tightened on his cock. She always did this before she went in the shower. Always. He zoomed in a little closer.Jasmine stood up straight and stretched, her arms rising high above her head, her breasts jutting out. Henry groaned, licking his lips in anticipation of what came next. Her right hand slid down over her taught, flat stomach, sliding down over her shaved skin until her middle finger made contact with her clitoris."Go on, you fucking slut," he muttered, his fist pumping as he watched.Jasmine's middle finger rubbed her clit up and down a couple of times, then in slow-motion, she moved it down her slit, rubbed up and down once, then plunged her middle finger deep inside her pussy."Fuck that dirty unwashed cunt, you whore," Henry growled. His fist was pumping furiously on his cock now, loving what he saw on the screen.Jasmine dipped her finger in and out three times, and as Henry zoomed the view back out, he smiled wickedly as she raised the finger to her lips and sucked it into her mouth, her head tilted back."That's a good slut," He grunted.She stepped forward into the shower, and Henry stroked his cock, watching the hot water sluicing down the curves of her body. "Come on, you dirty bitch. Do it." His fist was pumping rapidly up and down on his cock, his eyes fixated on the screen.Jasmine turned in the shower and squatted down, her back against the wall. Henry smiled and zoomed the camera in, framing her as her legs came up and her buttocks rested on the shower floor. He could see her pussy, her asshole, tits and face and he felt his heart lift in excitement."Go on. Get busy."She tilted one hip and her left hand appeared under her ass, her index finger rubbing at her brown puckered hole."Do it, slut," Henry muttered.Her right hand appeared between her legs, her fingertips brushing against her clit. Her mouth was open in anticipation, Henry mirroring her expression on screen. Suddenly she slid two fingers into her pussy, plunging them in deep and her body stiffened in pleasure.Henry smiled. "And now the ass, you filthy little whore."Jasmine's finger that had been rubbing gently at her ass suddenly pushed, forcing her up to the first knuckle in that tightest of places. He watched as her expression turned nasty and she pushed harder, sinking the finger in her ass and the two in her pussy as deep as they would go. Her breathing was fast now, as intense as the expression on her face.Henry realized he was strangling his cock, his grip was so tight, so he eased up the pressure a fraction and continued stroking at a frantic pace, his free hand pulling his black shirt up around his shoulders in anticipation.Jasmine began to plunge her fingers deep inside herself, fucking both her holes at once with vigour, and Henry's fist pumped up and down his cock, imagining it was his cock going in and out of her ass like that.She paused for a second, adding a second finger to her asshole and a third to her pussy, then pushing hard, she slid them all back in again."Fucking filthy bitch," he snarled, knowing what was coming next, feeling his balls begin to tighten in anticipation.Jasmine's fingers were plunging in and out of her ass and cunt, as hard and fast as she could physically manage, and then her entire body stiffened and her head smacked back hard against the wall of the shower as she came.Her fingers flew out her holes, all of them going rapidly into her wide open mouth, and as Henry watched her suck on them, he saw her pussy twitching as she came and her ass opening and closing in glorious, exquisite detail. He came too.Hot cum splattered out his cock onto his stomach, one spurt and a second, the remainder flopping and dripping onto his pelvis, matting his grey pubic hair, coating his hand.Jasmine's mouth closed, sucking hard on those fingers that had been deep inside her wet pussy, her tight ass, her brow furrowed and her cheeks rosy as her orgasm washed over her."Fucking dirty little whore," Henry panted, his eyes glued to the screen as his hand fondled his sticky cock.Jasmine recovered quickly, her fingers leaving her mouth only to quickly tweak her nipples once, then she stood, rinsed herself off, washed her hands and turned the shower off.Henry leaned in the chair, panting and grinning as she left the shower. "Filthy fucking whore," he muttered. Idly he wondered who he'd stroke off to tomorrow morning. Over the last decade his habit had sat him in this chair and made him stroke off to movie stars, musicians, models, hundreds of gorgeous women unknowingly recorded in their most intimate of moments while visiting the Island as guests of Benjamin. And Henry had them all recorded and stored. All for his personal pleasure."Maybe the Doctor," he muttered. "Or maybe I'll get that slut to dress up for me again. Some new fodder arriving soon though." He smiled, having seen the files of the three triplets. The two girls were hot. He was looking forward to seeing both of them in the most exquisite of detail.Henry carefully lowered his shirt over his cum-splattered stomach then fastened up his trousers and belt, trapping the cooling semen against his skin. Carefully he stood up and walked to the exit, feeling it oozing down his stomach. He smiled, loving the feeling, the scent of his own cum, especially if he bumped into anyone outside. He'd deliberately hold them in conversation, just to see if they'd notice the smell. Few did, none of them figured it out though.He left the 'Bunker' and entered the kitchen, taking the sandwich that the Chef always left out for him, munching on it as he walked back to his apartment above the clinic.The phone rang on Mark's desk. He frowned, not needing the interruption. For the last three days he'd been working twelve hours trying to get the recommendation done for his company to purchase EDIT, an electronic records management application and he was nearly there."Hello. MarkWhitney, Business Strategy Team. Can I help you?" He replied, the standard answer whenever an internal call came through to his desk."It's Reception. There's a Mister Yousefhere to see you. Says he's a lawyer."Markfrowned. "I don't have him in my diary.""He says it's urgent that he speak with you," The security guy at reception stated."Em, okay. I'll be right down.""Cheers." The other end of the line went dead.Markheaded for the elevator, the frown still creasing his features, wondering why a lawyer would be coming to see him. There was nothing legal he was involved in at work, he knew he was a pretty well behaved guy, and he kn
Mark Whitney smiled. It had been an epic weekend so far.Spring Break with his buddies hadn't really been something he was looking forward to, particularly as their destination was Myrtle Beach. Not exactly Cancun, Miami or Acapulco, but then, they weren't there for the sun. They were there to party.Party they had, Markwearily observed. They'd arrived on the Friday morning, got drunk and partied with some chicks from University of Phoenix all night, but Anthad been the only one to score. Or at least, he was the only one who claimed to score. If he actually did, Markknew it would have required some divine intervention.Once they'd slept a few hours they hit the Myrtle Waves Water Park. Markhad felt too tired to do much but lie around with his shades on, admiring the ladies that passed by in their swimwear, but Antand Samhad immediately hit the slides. It only took half an hour for Antto return with a limp. Sa
Derriere's Gentleman's Club, the sign said outside."This place looks like a dive," Markmuttered quietly. Still it did offer fully nude dances and you could bring in your own booze."Come on, losers," Antgrinned, a six-pack tucked under his arm. "Let's go see some shaking milk-bombs and wide open tampon-tunnels!"Markshook his head at Ant. Sometimes the guy could be such a dick, but his vocabulary for slang terms when it came to the female anatomy was inexhaustible."Dude," Samsaid. "If you call them that in front ofanywoman you're never gonna get laid.""I do fine, fucktard," Antgrinned. "Come on, let's go."Markfollowed Antand Saminto the club, paying the steep twenty five dollar door fee. The club looked a lot better inside than it did outside, and there must have been a hundred guys in the room, with a bit of a relaxed policy of und
Mark, Antand Samarrived at Club Boca but had to wait in the queue. The time passed quickly with Samrepeatedly reminding Antnot to be a total dick and Antrepeatedly quizzing Markabout the lap dance. Since he cleaned himself up in the bathroom at the club, Markhadn't said a word about it to his buddies. He'd also ditched his boxers in the restroom waste-paper bin and ended up going commando. There was no way he was going to tell Antthat story.At a little after twelve they were admitted to Club Boca, a large place focused around dancing and drinking, with DJ's playing a mixture of mainstream dance and latin house music, and Markimmediately picked up on the cool chilled vibe of the place. Antand Samhit the bar while Markwent looking for the girls. The guys had caught up with him again by the time he spotted them, so the three of them walked over to join them."Hey," Marksmiled as he approached F
It was still dark when Markawoke, sensing a slight movement in Juliette, a slight change in posture, in position, and he knew that his own body had responded. He could feel his breathing deepen, matching hers as his cock continued to grow, nestled between the lips of her pussy, inching forward as it became thicker and longer in the darkness.Without asking he knew she was awake, lying there with her head beside his, experiencing the same exquisite physical and intimate sensations he was.He felt her neck stiffen as the tip of his erection glazed her clit, and hearing her exhale was a wonderous sound in his ear. Markturned his head and gently kissed her, a soft, tender brush of his lips on her jaw.He felt her hand grip his a little tighter as he brushed his lips a little further along the line of her jaw until his breath was on the soft, sensitive skin below her ear.Feliciamoaned softly as he held there, breathing on her with a tender i
"Is everything okay, Mark?" The old lawyer asked as Mark stared at the photographs on the table. "You've gone a little pale."In a voice barely above a whisper, Marksaid, "Oh, fuck, please let this be a joke."Markwas reeling, the instant recognition of the two faces in the photos making him feel nauseous, excited and angry at the same time.It was Maddyand Charity, the two stars of his own personal spank-bank, the sexual memories that came back to him every night when he lay in bed, his eyes closed, stroking his cock. The two hottest women he'd ever encountered and God, or Fate, or Destiny had decided to fuck him up and reveal they were his sisters. He cursed the part of himself that was excited at the thought of meeting them again. He knew that he couldn't have known they were his sisters, that there was no possible way he could have known, but still he felt disgusted with himself, the strength of the social and legal taboo so str
Marknodded, breathing a sigh of relief as the old man turned his back. The message had been a spur of the moment thing, and the wording impromptu, but he wanted to get a message to them if they remembered him. Telling them he wished he knew he had sisters would remind them that none of them knew they were related when they'd met before, and adding that he was looking forward to meeting them for the first time tomorrow was something he was rather pleased with. A hidden message saying don't admit that we've already met. In the event that one or both of them didn't remember him then the whole message would seem quite sweet.Marksmiled, his stomach still doing flip-flops, but nowhere near as bad as it was a few minutes ago."Mister Whitney?"Markturned, hearing a woman's voice from beside the car. "Hi?""I'm Raven, your driver for today, sir." Raventurned out to be a short-haired dirty-blonde woman in her mid to late twenties, dressed
Markwaved farewell to Ravenonce the flight crew had loaded the bags onto the small private Jet, and he turned towards the small lounge in the Executive Privilege Airlines building. He looked up at the sign. "EPA? Someone's got a sense of humour."He opened the door into a brightly llit reception area."Mister Whitney?" An old black man with wrinkles on his wrinkles asked from behind the receptionist desk."Yes.""Can I see your passport please?""Oh, yeah. Sure." Markhanded it over to the man who gave it a cursory glance and handed it back."If you'd like to go into the lounge, sir, your aircraft will be ready in ten minutes."Marknodded and entered the lounge, seeing a woman rising to her feet. Shoulder-length blonde hair framed a pretty face with a pointy chin and eyes that missed nothing. A charcoal gray business suit covered a body that Markcould see was in great shape. For