"Please, let me serve you ... Mistress."

It feels good to have the handsome young man kneeling before you in this unspoiled setting. It really isn't far from your fantasy of being the queen of a jungle island. As big and strong as John is, he could easily have his way with you, but something tells you that you are safe with him.

"Please, let me serve you ... Mistress." You smile warmly, a little surprised that John seems content to be your little boy toy - at least for now, and you wonder if this is the kind of relationship you want to entertain. There is an almost unbearable moment of silence when all you can hear is the screeching of the birds overhead, the rumble of the waterfall and swoosh of the branches in the sea breeze and then you nod once and come to a decision.

"Ok, John, but remember who's in charge. If I say 'stop', you stop; no questions or tricks." You keep your voice steady and make sure you maintain eye contact with the young man. This isn't a game, and you need John to know that you meant business.

"Yes, Ma'am." John seems sincere and keeps his eyes respectfully down as he starts again to massaging your legs. When he reaches the ties of your skirt you let him pull the garment free and even lift your hips helpfully so he is able to slip your underwear down over your trembling thighs. You're really going to do this! As he returns his attention to your legs, you quickly unfasten your swim top and set it on the smooth rock ledge and lean back now completely naked.

You can see John stare at your tits licking his lips in excitement, but even though he's been staring at your breasts all morning long he doesn't allow himself to get distracted. He strokes your calves with his strong hands again, only this time as hip hands move upwards they are followed by his lips kissing and licking. By the time he reaches your inner thighs you can feel your juices dripping from your pussy, Jake never really spent much time trying to please you and this young man is literally worshiping you with his mouth and fingers. He looks up at you nervously and you have to resist the urge to grab his curly hair and pull him against you and grind your pussy into his face.

"You're doing fine, John." To be honest, the young man is doing better than fine. He may not be as experienced as your late husband was, but his attentiveness and care make it clear that you are the one in control. As he licks and sucks on you, your fingers curl into his hair and you pull him even closer. You've never treated anyone like this before, but the more you take control the more both of you seem to like it.

"Lick your mistress, boy. Lick her just like that and don't stop 'till I tell you to." With the added stimulation of your demanding words and the way you are basically fucking his face seems to excite him and you can feel his tongue move even faster.

What more could you want? As awful as it might seem to be shipwrecked on this desert island, to be here with a young stud who wants nothing more than to please you makes you almost wish that you never get rescued. As his tongue is lapping away you feel his finger slowly ease into your sex and the combination of the internal stimulation and the attention to your throbbing clit is more than you can take.

"Yessss!" God you needed this. You pull his face hard against your pussy as you explode and squirt juice all over his face. You hold the young man like that until the last final quiver of your orgasm and only then to you let him sit up. The tent is his pants makes it pretty clear what he wants, but the question is how much control do you give him.

As good as it would feel to have him take you right her on this smooth rock by the cool water, you've seen that once a man starts fucking a woman he quite often starts thinking her owns her. With you and Jake it was definitely like that; in truth, your husband really did own you from the moment he paid your family for the right to take you away. Maybe with someone like John it could be different. Or maybe you wanted to own him ...