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‘Potential storms later… oh, I hope we don’t lose power!’ said Kasumi anxiously, her ginger hair down and swinging back and forth slowly, as were her breasts. She was naked, and on her hands and knees on the edge of the king-sized bed in Bass Armstrong’s hotel room, reading off a large tablet propped against a pillow, whose screen’s contents were slowly scrolling down automatically. Bass grunted as he slid his dick back and forth rhythmically in Kasumi’s vagina, tightening his grip on her waist and continuing to thrust as he looked to his right, and out to the ominously greying sky outside the window, blustering winds beginning to pick up, the plants on the balcony swaying faster and faster.
‘We shouldn’t lose power, not if Zack has set this place up right. I’ll be havin’ a word with him if we do end up losin’ power, that’s fer sure!’ Bass replied darkly, thrusting a little faster now, the wet slaps of their skin against each other coming a little faster too, Kasumi’s breasts also slapping together each time Bass slid all the way inside her.
‘Th-Thank you for always looking out for us girls on the island, Mr. Strong…’ Kasumi murmured, sensually biting her bottom lip, though Bass couldn’t see it from his vantage point.
‘Well – ah, yer welcome, sweetheart. Least I can do, really…’ Bass muttered modestly, Kasumi spotting a sliver of his face in the tablet’s reflection momentarily, and feeling faintly amused at the sight of a hulking, nearly two-metre tall wrestler who was trying not to blush awkwardly, before something else on the still-scrolling screen caught her eye.
‘Ayane is on maid duty today! She won’t be too happy about that…’ Kasumi giggled, before squealing as Bass slid out of her entirely, resting his dick over the small of her back and grunting as he left jet after jet of his seed on her, his member twitching on each one, his hands gripping her hips tighter than ever. Once Bass had finished branding Kasumi with his backshot, he relinquished his hold on her and stretched out, walking over towards the bedside table, Kasumi now laying flat on her stomach and kicking her feet contentedly in the air.
‘Speaking of maids – are ya hungry? Can call her in now.’ Bass grinned sheepishly, picking up the receiver and looking down at Kasumi, who rolled onto her side facing him, staring at his dick, which was hanging mere inches from her face.
‘A little.’ Kasumi said, with a rare mischievous grin, reaching out and grabbing Bass’ dick, stroking it slowly. It dwarfed her hands, and she stroked it for a minute or two before opening her mouth and leaning over, sucking on the head of it. Bass stood and watched, growing erect again already, before remembering the receiver in his hands, punching in a number and waiting.
‘Two… no, three of the usual. Drinks. Somethin’ fer yerself. Oh, and some strawberries n’ cream. ‘ppreciate it.’ Bass muttered, looking down at Kasumi, who gave his dick an approving slurp as Bass set down the receiver. After only a few minutes of this, there was a light rap at the door, and Bass withdrew his dick from Kasumi’s mouth to go answer it, though giving her a playful pinch on the cheek with his gargantuan digits before doing so. Kasumi laid down again, but on her back this time, looking abashed but also rather content as she picked up the tablet, resuming her reading of the day’s news on the island. Bass pulled the door open, and there stood Ayane, dressed in a rather revealing French maid outfit, one arm underneath a silver tray laden with food and beverages, the other still outstretched towards the door, which Bass grabbed and yanked her inside the room, Ayane by some miracle able to prevent anything from falling off of the tray. Once Bass had released her and shut the door behind them, Ayane stood up straight, holding the tray on both arms now, her eyes taking in her naked half-sister on the bed and Bass’ erection, not seeming particularly surprised by either sight.
‘Good afternoon, Mr. Strong… and Kasumi.’ Ayane added. ‘I brought what you asked for, as well as some flashlights. I trust you’ve seen the weather report?’ She said, seeming rather tense and formal, in contrast to Kasumi, who grinned and blew Ayane a kiss. Ayane just managed to resist the temptation to break formalities and roll her eyes at Kasumi.
‘Cheers, gorgeous. Smart as a whip, as usual. Set ‘er down on the table there.’ Bass grunted, and Ayane obeyed immediately, setting the tray down on the table Bass had indicated and then standing besides the room’s L-shaped couch. Wasting no time, Bass walked over to Ayane and looked her up and down, comfortably being at least a foot taller than her, as he was with most of the girls on the island. Ayane blushed a little, but remained composed overall, and didn’t react any further even as Bass yanked her top down, bending over to suck on her breasts, his erection poking her navel.
‘Mr. Strong, won’t your food go cold?’ Ayane asked Bass over the constant loud slurps of him sucking on her breasts. Bass didn’t reply straight away, instead standing up and looking Ayane over once more, then grabbing her shoulders and firmly turning her 180 degrees, and bending her over the couch.
‘Kasumi! C’mere.’ Bass rumbled as he lifted Ayane’s skirt. She was not wearing any panties, and so he slid his dick straight into her vagina, which was already moist and, though tight, accepted him readily. Kasumi set aside her tablet and made her way over to the couch, watching with mild interest as Bass gripped Ayane’s hips tightly with his gargantuan hands and began drilling her, with Ayane now remaining silent.
‘Yes, Mr. Strong?’ Kasumi breathed, just audible over the sound of Bass and Ayane’s rapid slaps.
‘Feed us.’ Bass grunted, still rapidly thrusting, Ayane’s vagina barely able to fit him, with nary a millimetre of space between their skin, her walls contracting and constricting him, trying to squeeze every inch of his dick.
‘Yes, sir.’ Kasumi breathed again, eyeing the tray, which had what looked to be a several hamburger sliders, a few beers, and her bowl of strawberries and cream. She grabbed one of the strawberries, holding it delicately between her thumb and forefinger, scooping cream onto the tip of it and leaning over towards Ayane, slowly inserting it between her lips. Ayane sucked the cream off of it, with Kasumi then sliding the strawberry back and forth into her mouth as Bass continued pounding Ayane from behind, her breasts now slapping together as fast as Kasumi’s had done earlier.
‘So dignified.’ Kasumi giggled, Ayane making a muffled groan before biting the strawberry in half.
‘Says the naked woman…’ Ayane finally spoke, swallowing indignantly, Kasumi laughing and popping the other half of the strawberry into her own mouth.
‘And?’ Kasumi swallowed, raising her eyebrows before pointedly looking at Ayane’s breasts, which were still bouncing and slapping together, also in a rather undignified manner as Bass continued to have his way with her.
‘Ladies…’ Bass said sternly.
‘Sorry, sir!’ both Kasumi and Ayane uttered at the same time, Kasumi grabbing a slider off the tray and standing next to Bass, on the very tip of her toes in order to reach him, then holding the slider to his lips, her breasts pressing against his shoulder. Without breaking his rhythm, Bass swallowed it whole, then removed his left arm from Ayane’s hip, wrapping it around Kasumi’s back and pulling her towards him. Instinctively, Kasumi wrapped herself around Bass’ leg, and he held her firmly against it, Kasumi’s vagina now rubbing up and down against him, his leg hairs tickling her clitoris as she left a trail of her juices on him. Bass could feel it building once again, and directed his climax onto Ayane this time, pulling out at the last second and grunting as he blasted his load onto her thighs. Bass relinquished his hold on both girls, panting now. Kasumi scooped up another strawberry and casually nibbled on it, Ayane turning around and standing up straight again, a little red in the face.
‘Phew… god damn. Reckon I need a minute to recharge after that.’ Bass grinned, reaching out to both girls and ruffling their hair affectionately. Ayane looked rather irritated at this, though she masked it quickly, but Kasumi beamed.
‘Ready whenever you want me, Mr. Strong.’ Kasumi purred.
‘Glad to be of service, sir.’ Ayane said, bowing her head slightly. It was as Bass reached for something on the tray that it happened – a massive crash of thunder, followed by the lights going out, with all three of them jumping, and one of the girls squealing. Though it was still only late afternoon, it was grey and dark enough out that it was still hard enough to see much inside the room.
‘Son of a… you girls all right?’ Bass grunted, grabbing a flashlight off the table, as did Ayane, both of them flicking their flashlights on simultaneously.
‘We’re… fine, sir. I think.’ Ayane added, looking sideways, Bass noting that Kasumi was clinging onto Ayane’s waist now.
‘You’ll be fine, sweetheart.’ Bass smiled grimly, squeezing Kasumi’s ass reassuringly before casting his light around the room. ‘I’ll head on down to the basement an’ see what I can do, I guess.’ Bass sighed, thinking he owed Zack a power bomb the next time he saw him.
‘I’ll stay here and look after her.’ Ayane said, reluctantly hugging Kasumi back as Bass retrieved his black trunks off the floor, sliding them on awkwardly with one hand, too hurried to set the flashlight down.
‘Sounds good. I’ll be right back… don’t miss me too much!’ Bass boomed, seeing Ayane escorting Kasumi onto the couch as he left the room.