Kent accepts

“OK, that sounds good. Amanda, do you mind driving me up to the Varko place?”

“Sure thing babe.” Amanda smiled and gave him a sexy wink as she walked lightly from the room.

Kent left the room to fetch Stacy, then got ready to leave. Richard stood near the bed, looking down appreciatively at the curvaceous figure of Helen Walker as it squirmed beneath the thin sheet. She was clearly naked under there, he noted with pleasure as he saw the twin points of her hard nipples brushing against the underside of the damp sheet.

At that point, Stacy entered the room and sat on the bed next to her mother. Richard noted that she was wearing work-out clothes. Tight blue yoga pants and a tight crop-top, which showed off her fit young body to great effect.

Helen’s body burned with fever and she writhed beneath the thin bed sheets. Stacy took a cloth and dipped it in a bowl of water that sat on the bedside table, then dabbed it against her mother’s slick forehead. Helen groaned and muttered, her beautiful brow creased and her eyes darting about beneath the tightly closed lids as the fever raged within her.

“Oh Richard, I’m so worried! I’ve never see Mom this ill. It must be some sort of tropical bug! Shouldn’t we get a doctor to come over from the mainland, or get her to a hospital?”

Richard placed a concerned hand on the beautiful young woman’s shoulder. “I think it would be dangerous to move her, hon. I’ve seen fevers like this before. It should break in a day or two. Helen just needs to ride it out...”

…

In her fevered mind, Helen was manacled against the wall of a cavernous chamber, with fire pits blazing around her like furnaces. She was naked except for a tight leather hood that encased her head, leaving only a hole for her mouth. Her body was dripping with sweat in the punishing heat of the room, but her attention was on a different sort of punishment.

There was swish and crack as the whip lashed sharply across her broad buttocks once again. Instead of pain, the lashing of the whip caused a flood of dark pleasure to course through her body.

She hissed through clenched teeth as her body thrummed with orgasmic delight. This treatment had been going on for what felt like an eternity, but with the strange logic of a dream, Helen knew the whip left no physical mark on her flawless skin. The attacks were not physical, they were spiritual. Each lash of the whip broke down a further part of her virtue and purity, and her resistance to the dark side.

She knew that soon, she would no longer be able to resist the allure of exquisite evil and perversion. She knew she wouldn’t want to…

She heard her tormenter approach from behind her, then a hand pulled her head back. She gasped and immediately felt a hot, sweaty face press against hers, a tongue roughly thrust into her mouth. She whimpered as she returned the kiss, full of desire and gratitude for her exquisite torturer.

Then she heard a hiss and felt a searing heat on her left buttock as a red hot branding iron was placed against her flesh. With that, she threw her head back and howled as a shattering orgasm swept through her very being…

…

Stacy looked down with concern as her mother squirmed violently beneath the sheets, tossing her head from side to side, whipping her stringy, sweat-soaked hair back and letting forth a long, throaty moan.

“Oh god Richard, what kind of fever is this??”

Richard looked down at her with a compassionate expression. “Look, Stacy, I think you need to take a break. You’ve been at this for hours. You should try to get some sleep.”

Stacy sighed wearily. “You’re probably right. I feel like I could sleep for a couple of days!”

“You get some rest and I’ll see to your Mom.”

The beautiful young woman smiled gratefully and rose from the bed. Richard watched her gorgeous ass in the tight yoga pants as she walked to the bedroom door. She paused in the doorway and he lifted his gaze from her ass as she looked back at him. “Call me if you need anything.”

“Oh, I will honey. Now get some rest.”

Smiling again, she left the room.

As soon as he heard Stacy’s bedroom door close, he turned his attention to the exquisite form of Helen Walker. Reaching down, he slowly pulled the damp sheet away, revealing the luscious figure of his friend’s wife.

He couldn’t help but grunt with approval as her large breasts came into view. Bigger than Amanda’s, but showing little sign of sag. And now, the tantalizing globes were shiny with a film of sweat, as though they had been thoroughly oiled. The brown nipples were pointed and erect, like bullets.

Pulling the sheet away completely, he took in the sight of Helen’s flat stomach, broad hips and thighs, and long, toned legs. She was magnificent. He was slightly disappointed to see that she wasn’t fully shaved down below, unlike Amanda. But her pussy was trimmed into a neat little triangle, so she would look immaculate in those giant bikinis she wore.

His suspicions about her body were all correct. Fuck, she was hot! At the moment, she was LITERALLY hot, and he could feel the heat of her body wafting up towards him. She gave off a delicious musky smell too. This was no smell caused by sickness, it was the delicious perfume of burning sexuality.

When he’d spoken on the phone with Arman Varko earlier, the enigmatic billionaire had explained that Helen was about to be stricken with a sudden fever but assured him that Helen’s ‘illness’ was not infectious. Just in case he had any physical contact with her…Varko hadn’t explained how he could know this, but somehow Richard took him at his word. And sure enough, here was the fever. Now Richard wanted to test the theory about physical contact.

Reaching down, he gripped Helen’s torso and rolled her over. She gave no resistance as she rolled over onto her stomach, and she immediately arched her back, raising an amazing ass up towards him. He slid his hands over her boiling flesh, totally frictionless with the film of shiny sweat. She moaned with unmistakable lust as his hands gripped her tight, broad buttocks and squeezed. Then he slipped a hand between them, lightly stroking her asshole with his thumb and sliding his fingers between the hot folds of her boiling pussy. She groaned huskily in response.

Lifting his hand to his face, he sniffed then licked at his fingers, tasting the exquisite nectar of his friend’s wife. Then he grinned wolfishly as he began to undress. In seconds, he stood naked, his own body already starting to sweat in the tropical heat and with the inner heat of lust. His cock stood hard and proud as he climbed onto the bed and took position behind Helen. Reaching down he took hold of the insensible woman’s broad hips and lifted that glorious ass towards his throbbing cock...