Karim al-Zib - A Helpful Wife

The big black-haired man smiled. "He's an English dog, a bull mastiff. Very dangerous, when he needs to be. Very strong. It takes a very strong man to hold him in tow."

"Really? He looks very strong. He won't hurt me, will he?"

The big man smiled. "Not if you treat him right. These dogs are known for jumping up on a man to knock him down, then going at him with his teeth. One of the world's fiercest killers. And he can be trained for other things too."

"Oh?" Kim said curiously, stroking the beautiful male animal's flank. "What other things?"

The big man smiled and just led the dog away, which seemed to want stay with Kim. Kim was wishing the dog would stay, and keep the men away from her.

Most of the girls from the night before were on the yacht, and there were a few more that Kim had never seen before. Of course, fat Henry Manson was there, his presence reminding Kim of the time just forty-eight hours before when he had lain atop her, feeding his penis to that all too hungry mouth between her legs. Everywhere she looked there was a man who had had her. Morey, bald and disgusting, even now ogling her as she sat in her sunsuit, drinking her screwdriver and trying to appear aloof. She could see that Sue was doing very well with Bernard, her arm around his waist, while he whispered in her ear. Sue laughed at the last comment. Sue was having a good time.

Sophia started dancing to the music coming over the stereo speakers, all alone, while people went about their conversations in much the same way as they had at the beginning of the party the night before. Sophia was moving like a sensuous serpent, drawing all eyes as she jerked her hips in rhythm to the recorded drums. Suddenly she spun and chasseed her way over to Kim, taking the blonde's hands and pulling her out in the middle of the area where she had been dancing while Kim shook her head and then ended up dancing awkwardly, giggling shyly, and hoping no one was watching.

Kim had studied dancing all during high school, but in these circumstances she felt that she had feet of lead. At the end of the song, Kim tried to leave the "stage" and go inside, but suddenly Ike was standing there with that big, murderous smile on his face.

"Keep dancing, Kimmy," he said softly. "Everyone likes watching you."

Kim walked back out by Sophia and began dancing again, and since she knew they expected her to do it and that they wanted her to do it well, she began to move in the way she had learned in her jazz dancing classes and had performed in some of the recitals she had participated in. She knew how to move her legs, hips, torso, and arms, and before long she had upstaged Sophia so well that Sophia, smiling, dropped back to watch. She dropped down into the splits, rolled over and came to her feet, the rich mound of her pubis stretching the thin material of her sunsuit and creasing it into her vaginal slit. The way she moved, her breasts were accentuated, and they jiggled enticingly before all the men. After a few songs, she stopped to cool off and someone gave her another screwdriver and Sue came over and gave her a puff from some odd-tasting cigarette. She had had several puffs at Sue's urging before she realised it was actually marijuana she was smoking.

Bernard came over and stood beside her, rubbing her plump bottom. "It's African cannabis. The best in the world." He smiled broadly. "You're quite a dancer, little lady."

Kim returned his smile. "It was my hobby in high school. I won a contest once."

"You're winning here," Bernard said, kissing her on the mouth. He turned and saw the look of disappointment on Sue's face and said to her, "Don't worry, Sue. You're with me today. It's not every day you meet someone at a party who really wants to be with you." He reached down and gave Sue's pussy a gentle pat.

Sue smiled. "You dance like a professional, Kim," Sue said, pushing her crotch against Khumalo's thigh. "Keep it up."

Someone put another record on, one with a heavy, Latin rhythm, and then Ike was there, pushing her out on the deck again and giving her bottom a loving pat that was more like a stroke. Sophia was there dancing beside her, and then they sent a redhead about Kim's age out there so that the three of them were dancing side by side, an assortment of lovely women of three different hair colors.

At times like this, Kim truly resented the size of her breasts, for each movement of her body caused them to heave and they really got in her way. She would have been a professional dancer if not for the size of them, but then, Curt liked them exactly the way they were, and he had always been more important than dancing. Now, as the marijuana took effect on her mind, she moved with more abandon, a girl on each side of her, shaking their behinds seductively while the men commented and cheered them on in their jaded way. Sue was snuggled up to Bernard, who had taken off his shirt and stood enjoying the warm rays of the sun on his skin.

The big, black-haired man stood by while the huge dog sat quietly on his haunches. Everything seemed so pleasant today, the sun, the sea, the company even seemed less predatory. The only thing strange was that Herculean character with his killer dog.

Sophia began slowly unbuttoning her shirt, making sure that the men paid attention to every button she released, drawing their eyes to it with motions of her hands. Kim watched out of the corner of her eye, smiling and laughing when the men began to cheer each button that popped free of its hole. She finally got the shirt off and flung it at the bartender and danced around in a circle in just her bra. Kim was laughing and dancing more vigorously, now really having a good time, whether because of the marijuana or because she actually was beginning to like all these people, she did not know.

Why should she feel shy after all? Nearly everyone here had seen her stark naked and having sexual intercourse with several men just the evening before. She had nothing to hide that they hadn't seen before.

The girl with the red hair was removing her top as Sophia was shedding her bra. The brunette shook her tits from side to side, then up and down, her hands on her hips. The redhead had her hands cupped under her smaller breasts, squeezing them forward, and one of the men hooted good-naturedly. She shook her head, making her flaming hair fly, fighting for the attention that seemed to gravitate to Kim.

So there Kim found herself dancing between two bare-breasted girls, and she knew what everyone expected of her. She was well aware that she was the center-piece of the party, the one everyone expected the most dazzling display from, just as it had been last night. She didn't want to, though she felt loose and relaxed and somehow happy. She didn't want to show her breasts this way, but there stood Ike Harvey, smiling broadly, and holding something in his hand as he nodded at her in a gesture that meant "go ahead." Kim tried to focus her eyes, eyes that sparkled with the effects of the drug she had been given to smoke, and saw that what Ike held in his hand was a video tape. A reminder, tacit though unmistakable, that she had to do whatever he wished.

Kim brought her hands up to the front of her sunsuit and slowly pushed the top button through its hole. She felt that with this act, which amounted to a strip tease, she was re-initiating the whole scene from last night, the nakedness, the loss of her innocence, the dirt that had become her existence. Her revulsion turned to anger and she reacted by thrusting her hips forward, her feet planted wide, and leaning back so that the crotch of her suit rode up and outlined her mons and wisps of blond hair could be seen against each thigh. Her eyes stayed trained on that video tape in Ike's hand while she fumbled with another button, and when her nervous fingers had trouble, she took the lapels of the suit and tore them apart, sending the big, blue buttons flying in all directions. Her tits jiggled before the eyes of all present as she shrugged the top part of the suit backward so that it flopped down in back, and Kim was naked to the waist, her magnificent, round, firm melons bouncing with each erotic, graceful movement she made, the pink nipples erecting under the caress of the sun and the attention of these dissolute, powerful men.