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 emphasized 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 harbor 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 pussy felt hot and 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’ve 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 mons.

  “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, savoring 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 maneuvered 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 toweled 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 realized 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 apologized 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.