Episode 10: The Great Deluge

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The following is based on true events with elements of erotica added. It is intended for adult audiences. Similarities to real individuals is coincidental. Names and likenesses have been changed. Please read at your own risk. 

Table of Contents

Episode 1 - Arrival  Episode 2: He Saw My Penis! 

Episode 3: Bonfire and Beards Episode 4: Darkened Dong

Episode 5: Journey to Forks Episode 6: Lilliana

Episode 7: Dishpit Debauchery Episode 8: A Powerful Curse

Episode 9: A Man Becomes a Ma'am

Please sit back, relax, and enjoy Episode 10: The Great Deluge

****BEGIN CHAPTER****

"I can not do this," a voice said meekly. 

"Botum say we can not fall off wagon," a younger man said, looking at her. She was that same Cambodian woman from lunchtime, but she was now dressed in her nightgown. The silk tightly wrapped around her small frame. The outline of her butt hugged the back, pushing against the lace. Her larger-than-average breasts tugged at the fabric. Her nipples and the outline of her areola were clearly visible. 

"I am hot. I sleep naked," she said. She then pulled the nightgown over her head. She sat on the bed with her legs folded under. Her skin was on the pale side--soft and supple. Her hands rested on her legs, which were soft and slightly muscular. She wore red nail polish on her toes. Her fingers were long, wrapping around her legs as she began to rub them slowly up and down. Her breasts had puffy nipples that looked incredibly sensitive to the touch. Her nipples were hard. She was breathing a little faster now, knowing that she was the object of both desire and extreme temptation. She could feel the wetness in her vagina beginning to form. She did not look at the young man, but knew that he would not be able to resist looking at her. 

"I can not..." the young man said, trying to look away. It took every ounce of strength for him to do so. 

"Please give me sex. We don't tell," she finally said. The cabin was small, and there was only one bed in the room. It was a king size bed. 

"Ary, do you have to sleep naked?" the young man asked. 

"I want," she said. "It's too hot here." 

Yet, it wasn't hot at all. 

The young man climbed in bed next to her and turned away. The woman rubbed up against him and pushed her body against his. "Our secret Bora. We don't tell." 

"..."

Ary pulled slightly away and began to lightly rub her fingers against her protruding nipples. "Fine. I take care of self," she said. 

She took her time, rubbing both slowly. She closed her eyes, feeling the pleasure well up inside of her. She liked how puffy they were. They did not look like other nipples. And they were so sensitive. They drove men crazy, and she knew that with every touch she was driving Bora to insanity. Such thoughts brought her pleasure. 

The young man closed his eyes tightly. His breathing was hard now. So many thoughts were going through his mind. But when Ary's breathing began, he could not resist. He turned over, opening his eyes. Ary was allowing herself to fully explore her body without any sense of self-consciousness. Bora had never seen a woman explore her own body in such a way. He could not resist what he saw. It was incredibly beautiful, erotic and primal. 

Ary was in no hurry. She liked to take her time when pleasuring herself. It was not about reaching an orgasm, but the slow dance of erotic self love that would eventually consume her. It was almost ritualistic. She seemed so in love with her own body the way she touched herself. Every part of her was felt softly and slowly, with just enough pressure to make it feel intense and right. Little droplets of sweat were forming on her forehead as her body began to slowly rock bath and forth with the pleasure. She teased her clitoris at first, not giving it the full attention that it wanted. Her pubic hair was completely shaved, and her engorged clit seemed to be begging for her touch. 

She let the tips of her fingers dance around it at first, lightly brushing at it. This drove her crazy, and she let out some small moans every time her fingers made contact with it. Bora's eyes were now wide, watching her. His penis was now completely hard, creating a tent inside of his pants. His sexual addiction ran deep. For years he could barely contain his need to compulsively masturbate. Yet, somehow he had got it under control under the guidance of the Southeast Asian Sex Addicts Anonymous guidelines. Box-breathing and mind exercises had allowed him to put aside "impure seuxal thoughts" and replace them with thoughts based on his religion, Theravada Buddhism. 

Yet, now the meditations that he had learned under Buddhism were of no power over the temptation of the gorgeous woman who was now naked only inches away from him. He watched as she began to pull her nipples. He could see how this was driving her to ecstasy. Although he had a few partners, mostly women at massage parlors he had saved up to visit, had never touched a woman in such a way before, He had never been taught to know what a woman liked. Even though he used to be a voracious partaker of pornography and a high-volume user of PornHub, he had no idea how to please or pleasure someone. 

When Bora would masturbate, he would quickly finish the job, aiming to reach orgasm before he was caught. Ary was in no hurry to reach an orgasm. Masturbation, for her, was more about the feelings and playfulness that accompanied pleasure. Bora could see that Ary loved her body and was enraptured with herself. How could she not, though? Ary's body was gorgeous and she knew it. Part of her attractiveness was in the fact that she was confident about herself and her sexual side. And although Bora had resisted her thus far, she knew he was breaking, and all the teachings that had allowed him to put away sexual thoughts were of no power here. He craved her more than he had ever craved anything in his life. 

The smell of self-indulgence and arousal filled the room. Ary's vagina was now soaked and her fingers had yet to penetrate herself. She now was lying on her back, with her legs bent upwards and spread out slightly. Her nipples were fully erect, pointing upward. Her boobs moved up and down as she breathed, and were glistening with the sweat that was now forming upon her body. 

"I..." Bora said, breaking the silence. It was the smell that had brought him over the edge. She ignored it though. The tips of her fingers lightly pushed into her beautiful flower. They slid against the juices, as if they were forcing her deeper. But deeper she was not ready to go. Ary's belief was that true pleasure should not be rushed. Good things were worth savoring, and the best things were never to be hurried. Ary knew that her body was a very good thing. Her particular form of sexual addiction was not in masturbation, which she practiced regularly. It was in enticing men to f*ck her through teasing. She loved such games, and when she was paired up in a cabin with Bora, she knew she would not be able to resist the chance. 

Ary didn't care what the guy looked like. Physical attraction was not important to her. It was the tease and the chase that thrilled her. It was another person wanting her, unable to resist her. She had never been with a man who had matched her in physical attractiveness, nor did she want to. The uglier and more undesirable the man, the better. It was the psychological play, the intense desire that existed between a man who was "unworthy" and put in such a position as to f*ck a woman of her calibur that made it all the more exciting. 

Her breathing intensified as she pushed her fingers just a little deeper in. The sound of her juices were audible. She did not hold back on moaning. It was subtle at first, yet noticeable. The idea of being watched and desired only added to the pleasure. Ary reminisced about how she first noticed that men could not resist her. She found a secluded spot in a beach on one of Cambodia's offshore islands and was touching herself under the shade of a palm tree. She did not know she was being watched as she kicked off her swimsuit. It was an unimaginable and forbidden thing for a woman to masturbate outside in such a risky place, but the taboo of it only made it more irresistible. A couple young men came out from the forest and watched her. Fearing they would take advantage of her vulnerability when she saw them, she offered to have sex with the both of them. This would become a regular thing, and one of the men she would eventually fall in love with. Yet, they only saw her as an object, the center of desire. She realized that such was her place, and her power was in the freedom of being a paragon of sexuality and desire. Such thoughts were strange in her country, and as a result, she felt compelled to join the sex addicts anonymous. Yet, through it she found that she was even more of an object of desire and was able to play out all of her sexual fantasies. 

"I now want to have sex with you," Bora said. Ary smiled, but this time she felt something different. She wanted to tease Bora as punishment for not accepting her invitation sooner. The idea of his discomfort made it too enticing for her to resist.

"No," Ary said in between moans. "I said I take care of self." She slowly pushed her fingers in deeper, rolling to her side away from Bora. 

"Please, I need sex, too." 

Now her fingers went in as deep as they could, and she let out of a long moan. "I am good now."

Bora watched, heart racing. She was now on her side completely facing away, and her butt was rocking back and forth. Her breathing was quick now. She was hoping he would gather the courage to touch her. She was here for the taking. take me she pleaded in her mind as she played. I am yours tonight.

Bora pulled off his clothing. His hard cock popped out of his pants and was begging for attention. 

Now that he was naked, Ary slowly rolled onto her back and spread her legs apart further. She moved her fingers against the outside of her pussy, which was now completely soaked with her juices. Her eyes were closed. She had no desire to see Bora at this point. This was not to say he was unattractive. No, he was young, strong and somewhat handsome. Ignoring him made it more fun, however. 

What Ary really liked about Bora was how awkward he was. He came across as shy and polite, yet she knew that somewhere within all such men was a sexual devil waiting to be unleashed. The quiet men were always the most voracious lovers when they put aside their self-consciousness. Bora was such a man, and Ary was as captivated by him as he was with her. She would lay here touching herself for hours if it meant he would gather the courage to even touch her. 

Bora grew excited at the idea of being naked with the woman that was the object of many men's desire earlier at lunch. He never imagined being put in the same cabin with her or having the chance to watch her masturbate next to him. Part of the reason he was chosen was because he seemed to be the least likely to have or want sex. Many of the men here were older, more ravenous men who would not have taken Ary at the first moment of offering herself to them. Botum, the group's leader, had slept with her dozens of times, and knew that if he spent the night with him, the secret would be out. So, it was for the best that Bora shared the cabin with her. 

Bora's hand gripped his penis and pulled back the foreskin as he moved his hand up and down his shaft. The pink tip peeked out, with precum that had emerged long ago from rubbing against the inside of his pants as he watched Ary's seductive show. Delicate slow masturbation was lost on Bora, and he began to tug furiously at his cock as he watched Ary play with her body. 

Ary opened her eyes for a moment, taking in the view of her naked roommate. His eyes were glued to her body, but eventually came up and met hers. She smiled and he blushed. Yet, he did not stop. He could not.

"That's so hot," she said, looking at him. 

"You like?" he asked.

"I like very much," she said. "You want to touch?"

Bora nodded, and reached his hand out to her. It rested on her nipple. Bora had never seen a woman with such large puffy nipples. He pushed them in against her breast and she let out an excited gasp. His other hand reached down towards her belly and onward to her vagina which was now wide open. She slid the two fingers that she was pushing into herself and let him take over. She loved the excitement he felt. She opened her legs wider and began to moan harder. 

She then got up onto her knees and bent over Bora and began to lick the tip of his penis. He had never had a woman lick the tip before and it felt fantastic. He let out a long moan as she began to lick at it faster. Her tongue wrapped around the top and moved up and down. She then pushed it under his foreskin and let it sit there for a moment. He was convulsing with pleasure as she pushed her tongue deeper underneath. She then let it pop out and slid it under again. Her soft hands reached for his testicles and began to lightly squeeze them. She then pushed her tongue into the hole at the tip of his cock and moved as far as she could get it. At that point he began to shoot ropes of sperm all over. His body was convulsing as he orgasmed like he had never orgasmed before. She was absolutely covered in his cum and smiled. She rubbed it against her body. 

At that moment the door opened and Botum busted in. His face was red. "You both failed the only test you had been given!" he said. "No sex!"

"Uhhhh I'm so sorry!" the Bora said, covering himself in the covers. Ary was still sitting on her knees, covered in Bora's sperm. 

"Put some clothes on and get out of here!" the older man yelled. 

The younger man jumped out of bed and his penis hung there, still dripping with sperm. He ran in the bathroom and closed the door.

"You have been very bad," Botum said to Ary, who smiled. She rubbed the sperm into her skin as Botum stared at her. The fact she did not care only drove him more crazy. "Of course you'd be in here masturbating," Botum said. "Today I could not stop thinking about you. That dress. Those tits." 

"These?" she said, puffing up her chest. 

"Yes, but we can't. They can't know," Botum said. 

Ary sat back and held out her leg towards Botum. She rubbed the side of his face with it. "I not finished," she said. Botum brushed his hand against her leg, feeling its smoothness. 

"You like it when I touch?" he said. 

"Mmmmm," she moaned.

"You like this?" he asked, moving his finger against her clit.

"I like very much," she said. 

"I can't be doing this with Bora here," he said. 

"Sex me," she said.

"I can't. He's here."

"Sex me," she said again louder.

Botum looked over his shoulder. Was Bora still in the bathroom? Maybe he left? Botum did not know. He moved his face towards Ary's gorgeous clit and touched his tongue against it. She let out a moan. His tongue pushed against it and began to move quicker. She opened her legs further apart and began to moan loudly. Very, very loudly.

It was loud enough so that the people walking by could hear it. As Botum's tongue moved against her clit quicker and with more force, she began to scream. The bathroom door opened and Bora stood there, still naked, masturbating once more to it all. Ary lifted her back off the bed and arched it as her whole body began to shake. Then, all that sexual energy she had built up exploded. Her vagina began to gush all over Botum's face. He did not move, but allowed her to cover him in her juices.  

Bora then began to shoot more of his sperm all over the floor in front of him. Rope after rope of warm cum flew across the room. His hand was covered in it and he rubbed it against his body. He was completely sticky from both of his orgasms and reveled in the feeling of it all. 

After what seemed like an eternity, Ary fell back on the bed. Her breathing was hard now. She was absolutely exhausted. Both men stared at her and then saw each other. Bora darted into the bathroom and quickly got dressed. When he emerged, Botum was gone.  

***

"What happened last night?" Chef Bill asked the next morning at work.

"What do you mean?" I replied.

"I heard something about some big orgy down at the seaside cabins."

"Oh?" my ears perked up.

"The police were called. It got out of control."

"I don't know," I replied.

"The sex addicts group got in trouble for having sex with all the windows open, lights on. By the time the police arrived, there was a gang bang with at least fifteen of them in the cabin. They left." 

"Wow," I said. "You think that, with the curse on this place, sex addicts would not come here."

"Curse?" The chef said.

"What are you talking about?" Gorth asked.

"I was told that there is a sex curse on the land here. You never heard about that?" I replied.

"You're crazy. No. That's stupid," Gorth replied.

"It makes everyone extra horny. You have not felt anything?"

"I'm a gay man," Gorth said. "I'm always horny." 

"What about you, Chef?"

"I am a male. I'm always horny," he answered.

"But you have not been extra horny here?"

"I grew up here," the chef said. "And I like women. I'm always horny."

"Is this just to make yourself feel better for getting caught masturbating?" Gorth enquired.

"No!" I said. Why would you say that?! What an ass!

"I heard it was some orgy," Gorth said, changing the subject back to what happened last night. "There were three women and twelve guys there, all making rounds with each other. I feel bad for housekeeping. I guess the floors and beds are all covered in cum. One of the new ladies was sent in to scrub it all up."

"Oh, I imagine," the chef said. "I bet it's a mess in there."

"That had to be a lot of scrubbing," I joked. 

"At one point the orgy spilled out into the yard and a couple guys were sixty-nining in front of a family having a picnic. I imagine they are going to be spending some time in jail before being deported." 

"That's insane!" I said.

"We got a sixteen top coming in at noon," Gorth said. "Business Leaders of America leaders conference group. At three we have a seven top, The Vagina Riders of Omaha, a woman's motorcycle group. And tonight we just had a call for a reservation for twenty, Dads against Incest." 

"Sounds like a busy day," I said.

"We'd better make sure to do a lot of prep. Where's Clara?" The chef asked.

"I don't know. I have not seen her," Erika said. 

"She was supposed to be in an hour ago," the chef said, scowling. "I don't think she is going to last long here."

At that moment, the back door opened and Carla rushed in.

"I am here, sir. Sorry I'm late."

"You're an hour late! It's UNACCEPTABLE," the chef scolded.

"Sorry sir. Truck broke down. No cell signal. Won't happen again."

"Save it for Rhonda. We have some prepping to do!"