Chapter 2

At last I paused, and tucked away the flogger. I looked down at Noelani. “Do you want to please me?” I asked.

“Yes, Matuatele!” she responded.

I waved for a wooden chair to be brought into the center of the room, and motioned for Noelani to sit on it. “Now, it’s time for this slave” — I gestured toward the moaning Mahina — “to get over your lap so that you can give her a good spanking in front of everyone.”

Noelani’s mouth opened wide. I could tell that she was both shocked and aroused. I knew she’d never been sexual with Mahina before. Due to things she’d confessed while we were masturbating each other on the beach the other day, I also knew that she fantasized a lot about Mahina — and that had only increased since she’d seen Mahina acting as my slave. Most of all, though, I remembered bringing myself off to thoughts of fucking the mother of one of my best friends when I was Noelani’s age, and the idea of watching Noelani use Mahina in the House of Punishment got me really fuckin’ hot.

Hesitantly, Noelani sat down. Roughly, I grabbed Mahina by the hair and forced her to lie across Noelani’s lap. “Do it, baby,” I told Noelani. “Bring your hand down on Mahina’s ass. I want to see it.”

Noelani ran her hand with clear, growing desire over Mahina’s well-beaten cheeks. But she didn’t raise her hand.

As the Matuatele, I demanded obedience, and I would get it. “You want to make me proud, Noelani?” I demanded. “Then you do the shit I tell you to do. Discipline this slave cunt!”

At last Noelani complied, to the cheers of the masked onlookers. I love hearing women scream out with excitement, and Mahina’s was almost too much for me to take. She tried to wriggle off Noelani’s lap, but the younger woman held her in place. “You make me so proud, baby,” I exclaimed. “Oh shit, I need to come. Oh God, this feels so fuckin’ good.” I needed a fuck partner to suck me off now. I reached out to a tall, slender beauty craning her head forward for a better view, and she eagerly crawled forward, removing her mask so she could lick my cunt with complete abandon.

Noelani’s sweet mouth was curled in a cruel sneer now as she relentlessly spanked her best friend’s mother’s ass. On a whim, I tossed Noelani the flogger. Without hesitation, she told Mahina: “Open your mouth!” She forced the older woman to suck on it. Then Noelani spread Mahina’s ass cheeks open and to the amazement and pleasure of everyone watching, she slowly, deliberately inserted that polished balsa wood handle deep into the slave’s ass. Oh yeah.

When I saw that, I started to cream right on the face off the woman who was eating me out. It felt so amazingly good. I kept coming and she kept licking me. The whole room was spinning. I nearly fell, but the arms of beautiful, masked Polynesian women caught me and embraced me. Dimly, I heard Noelani speaking soft, soothing words to Mahina as I lay there, listening to the murmurs of “Matuatele, Matuatele, Matuatele…”

Half an hour later, I rose, shed my mask, and walked out into the Polynesian night. I could hear moans and screams of pleasure echoing across Vanihaki. Beneath a nearby coconut tree, I saw Ailani, her hair and dress looking rumpled, chatting with one of her girlfriends.

When she spotted me, she leapt to her feet and ran over to hug me. “There you are, dear Matuatele! You’ll never guess where I’ve been.”

“Do tell,” I said with a smile.

Mischievously, Ailani passed her right hand under my nostrils, and I caught the sweet, musky scent of another woman’s pussy. “Remember those things you taught me the first time you took me to your bed? About how I always need to give you the pressure you need, and find that one miraculous spot? Well, I was at the House of Touch. That woman Kamea, the seamstress who made your dress — she invited me to join her and her new girlfriend…and I was able to teach them something new.”

“I’m very happy for Kamea,” I told her, kissing her on the lips. “What a beautiful tribute to the moon goddess. I think we should have a drink to celebrate. Come with me to the House of Revelry.”

Although it was located on the other side of the village, next to a small creek graced by a waterfall, we could hear the whoops and filthy comments coming from this spacious hut, well lit with lanterns shining everywhere. It was completely different from the House of Punishment. A huge bucket, brimming with Tahitian beer, coconut wine, and imported champagne, sat in one corner. Red and gold silk pillows littered the floor, and village women sprawled recklessly across them, kissing one another drunkenly, sucking one another’s tits, and reaching up underneath one another’s sarongs.

As I entered with Ailani clinging to my arm, cries of praise went up. “Bring the Matuatele whatever she wants!”

I took the place of honour in a corner stacked with cushions, tucking my arm around Ailani. It was exciting to watch the orgy getting underway here. I snapped my fingers and ordered a bottle of the best French champagne.

“I didn’t know you drank champagne,” observed Ailani innocently.

I took the full bottle from the server and poured the sweet bubbles over my still-aroused tits, bringing Ailani in close to taste my skin. I then greedily swigged more from the bottle, and kissed some of it right into Ailani’s sweet young mouth.

“You didn’t know I drank champagne?” I said. “Oh, Ailani, you have a lot to learn about who I really am.”

Two women in their mid-30’s, intoxicated and emboldened, tottered over to us and requested permission, with raised eyebrows, to lie down next to me. I nodded graciously, and they began to caress, kiss and lick my legs. I love being touched, especially by women, and receiving their disinhibited service felt exquisite.

“I am so grateful to be here, Matuatele,” said Ailani, pressing her face against my right breast. “This is even better than…those American TV shows I saw in Papeete!”

I laughed and took another drink out of the bottle, as the women stroked me and licked the underside of my knees. “I should hope so, Ailani. What kind of fantasies did they fill your head with?”

“Oh, there was one show…with a girl in Los Angeles…she got rich…”

“You know — she dressed in outfits like the ones you gave me…”

“Ohhhh.” My cunt clenched, as my arousal began to surge once again. “Is that what you fantasize about?”

“Sometimes,” Ailani confided. “Sometimes I would love to do it for…you know. Money.”

I smiled as an idea came into my head. “Server! Come here again!”

Half an hour later, Ailani and I strutted across the House of Revelry together, fully outfitted in the nasty, revealing attire that our server had fetched from my hut. The room was heavy with the scent of aroused pussy. Hearing the screams of approval and stunned expressions from the Polynesian women there — especially the ones in their 50’s and 60’s who had never left Vahinaki — got me so fuckin’ hot all over again.

Triumphantly, I wore my favourite pair of black fishnet tights with the crotch completely cut out, paired with fingerless black lace gloves, a bust-emphasizing red corset, and my Italian leather boots. Ailani had perfected the “innocent slut” look I desired, with white boots, knee-high white stockings, and a blue latex mini-dress that left nothing to the imagination. Both of us were heavily made up — silver eyeshadow, black mascara, red lipstick that made our mouths pout like our swollen cunts.

Good God, I’d always wanted to corrupt this girl, and now I was going to do it. Fully. Ailani was going to become my little moneymaker. Mahina was a slave and would have no say in the matter.

“We now celebrate the moon goddess with an episode of sacred prostitution,” I announced to the cheering women. “Your Matuatele demands your love, your devotion — and your cash. Here’s how it works. If you want to service this little slut — or make her pleasure you however you want — you pay me. If you want to service me, you pay me.”

The women didn’t hesitate. From beneath their sarongs, from inside their cloth bags, they pulled out fistfuls of American greenbacks. And as high on champagne and coconut wine as they were, they formed a line to service the Matuatele.

It was another complete triumph for me. It felt fucking good, right then and there. Not just to feel the cash flooding into my hand, and to feel the hot breath and tongue of yet another Polynesian woman on my wet, engorged pussy lips as I performed a sex act for money for the very first time. But also to see my 19-year-old girlfriend standing alone, teetering on her stiletto heels and gripping her hooker handbag, so fuckin’ pretty and so fuckin’ rejected, passed over in favour of a real goddess with a body and charisma that draws other women in magnetically, and who always wins in the end. Oh yeah.

Yet I only savoured that feeling for a moment. For I wanted to see Ailani fulfilling her fantasy too — and bringing in cash for me. That excited me. I nodded to one of the village council members who was appraising Ailani out of the corner of her eye. It was the voluptuous, outspoken woman’s 55th birthday today, and what a way she had chosen to celebrate. Ailani handed me the money, as I moaned with satisfaction, eyes half-closed, and then open wide as I witnessed Ailani, minutes later, sliding her coconut-oiled fingers deep into the councillor’s unshaven, thick-lipped cunt…

I kept coming, over and over, as the women kept kneeling to offer me paid oral worship. They kept on thanking me for the privilege. Could the moon festival become any more decadent? I finished off a bottle of beer, and decided that yes, it could.

It was the middle of the night, and the festival was nearing its climax. Back in the village square, under the moonlight, with everybody watching, I lay on an enormous bed strewn with white gardenias, thighs spread wide open. I just didn’t give a fuck anymore. All I wanted or needed was to come hard, acting primal and nasty like I always want to when I’m fucking in a group.

I wore a blindfold to increase the sensation of intensity, but I could hear the sighs, screams, and half-sobs of masturbating women all around me. I could feel, through the round hole that had been cut in the bed, Mahina’s face and tongue pushing up to rim my asshole slave-style. That made me let out deep groans, but the feeling was even more overwhelming because Ailani was on top of the bed, fisting me at the same time. As the warm night breeze brushed over my naked body, my cunt clamped right the fuck down on Ailani’s forearm, pushing hard on my G-spot. And Noelani was right next to her favourite girlfriend, licking and sucking her Matuatele’s swollen clit.

“Fuck me and suck me!” I screamed. “Fuck me and suck me, girls! Fuck me because you need to and want to please me!”

My body was shaking so fucking hard. I knew I couldn’t hold out much longer before I just had to let go. There was one more thing I wanted: I wanted my mouth filled too. I wanted all three of my holes filled up good.

I tore off my blindfold as I sensed a warm presence next to me. It was Halia — she smiled as I reached out to touch her, and then she lowered her swollen, pregnant tit right into my mouth…

That did it. “Oh shit! Oh shit!” I screamed. My legs stiffened, I felt a sudden contraction and my pussy gushed in front of everyone. I squirted on Ailani, spattering her arm, breast and face with my sacred juice. She gasped and pushed up on my G-spot, just as Mahina’s slave tongue withdrew from my asshole.

I ejaculated again, joyfully, into an earthenware bowl that women had rushed forward to hold in place. As hands reached out to caress me, I knew that soon the entire village would be tasting and sharing my juices to bring the festival of the moon goddess to a perfect ending.