Pete was lying on the beach of this beautiful Greek Island, alone. He had recently split up with his girlfriend of three years. The parting was by mutual agreement and was fairly amicable. They had just drifted apart, but after living together for the best part of two years, it took some adjusting to. He had decided to come away for two weeks, to spend time by himself and come to terms with his new life without her. He lay basking in the sun, looking out at the perfect view of the bay, and wondering which taverna he was going to have his lunch in today. There were only half a dozen other people on the beach and his attention was caught by the sight of two black women walking in his direction.

The woman in front was stunning. She looked a lot like Naomi Campbell he thought -- tall, slim, shapely, skin a delicious dark brown, and a perfect face with those same high cheek bones. She was around twenty years old he guessed. She was wearing a beach robe, with what he assumed was a bikini underneath. All she carried was a shoulder bag. The other woman was shorter, darker and more full-bodied. Attractive too in her way, but not nearly as a beautiful as the other one. Older too, late thirties he thought. She walked a few paces behind, and was loaded down with beach stuff -- umbrella, cool box, two bulging bags.

As they neared him, the taller woman glanced across at him haughtily, her eyes running briefly along the length of him, before turning away. She indicated to the second woman a spot a short way to the right of where Pete was. He was a bit surprised at that, as there was plenty of space further along the beach, but figured the two of them would only enhance the view.

The shorter woman put down her burdens and proceeded to set up their space -- laying down towels, book, sun cream, cold drinks, all the usual beach things. When she had set up their space she took the robe off the beauty, who then lay down on her towel.

Over the next couple of hours he surreptitiously watched them both, clad only in their bikinis, enjoying the loveliness of these two dark-skinned women. Several times the beauty caught him looking at her and returned the stare, disdainfully, until he looked away. Neither of them spoke to him and he was discouraged from attempting to start a conversation with them.

Pete came to the conclusion that the shorter one was some kind of servant. She handed the beauty drinks when she wanted one, rubbed sun cream on her, followed her to the waters edge when she went for a swim, waiting with a towel, which she draped across her shoulders when she came out of the water. She dried and brushed her hair when they returned to the towels.

After two hours or so the beauty got up and indicated to the servant that she should pack up. She spoke in a foreign language which he later found out to be Swahili, and they came from somewhere in East Africa. When all was ready to go the beauty walked across to him and, to his surprise, stepped over him, stopping with one foot on either side of his head. She stood there for half a minute or so looking over her shoulder and giving the servant some other instructions, nodding her head down at him.

'What the fuck' he thought, as he gazed up the long, smooth length of her thighs, to the distinct shape of her mound inside her bikini bottoms.

She stepped away from Pete without having uttered a word to him and strode off up the beach. The servant, loaded down with all the beach paraphernalia, stopped next to him.

"You come" she said looking down at him.

"Err, where, what's going on?" he stuttered, taken aback.

"You come. Up," she said nodding towards the top of the beach where a row of villas were situated.

Intrigued and beginning to get aroused at the thought that this might have some sexual prospects, he quickly gathered up his stuff and hurried after them.

After a couple of minutes they arrived at a villa that stood just a little way back from the beach. He followed them through a garden area to a terrace in front of the house. The beauty entered the villa and the servant waved her hand around the terrace.

"You wait. Here. OK?" and followed her mistress inside.

He waited about twenty minutes or so, wondering what was happening, wondering whether he should leave. But he was intrigued by the whole situation and more than just a little turned on at the thought of what might happen, so of course he stayed. He heard their voices and the sound of a shower running. Then the servant came out.

"Come" was all she said and went back in. He followed her in through an entrance hall and through a door to the left into a bedroom.

'Oh wow,' he thought, 'is this really going to happen!'

The room was comfortable but uncluttered, in the usual style of holiday villas. As he looked around he saw that a pile of pillows had been stacked up in the middle of the large double bed. On the floor at the foot of the bed was a folded up towel.

He looked at the servant standing there.

"What's going on?" he asked.

"Wait," she said.

Just then the door of the en suite bathroom opened and the beauty emerged, wearing only a towel.

She didn't look at Pete, just walked over to the bed, dropped the towel and lay down, naked, in the middle of the bed, propped up on the pillows. She was positioned so her bottom was at the edge of the bed. She raised her legs up, spreading them wide with her feet on the edge.

His mouth dropped open as he scanned the incredible sight in front of him -- her beautiful, full, brown breasts with their jet black nipples, her long slim legs, her dark, shaved pussy, open enough to reveal a hint of the pinkness within. She was absolutely gorgeous and he gazed at her with admiration and lust. Not normally shy or lacking in confidence when it came to sex, nevertheless the strangeness of the situation caught him on the back foot. He stood there uncertain of what was expected of him.

The servant resolved the problem.

"Kneel," she instructed him, indicating the folded towel.

"Mmm, OK, sure," said Pete dropping down to his knees.

"Pleasure my princess. Lick, lick" she ordered.

Giving oral to a woman was something that he liked a lot. So he ignored the strangeness of the situation and set to work. Running his hands up the outside of her thighs he leaned in and kissed and licked the inside of her right thigh. The skin was warm and smooth as silk. When he reached the top of her thigh he kissed her pussy, and ran his tongue along her slit, before licking down along her left thigh, back up and kissing her pussy again. He repeated this several times, teasingly, as the beauty sighed and shifted slightly in response to his slow, sensual attentions.

The next time he reached her pussy her hand found its way down to his head, gently pressing it into her muff. He responded to this unspoken command, giving his full attention now to her waiting honeypot. He licked her more firmly with long, slow strokes between her swollen labia. Sliding up the length of her slit to her clit, hard and peeping out from its hood, he swirled his tongue around it before heading back down to her moist cunt, his tongue probing into its hot, wet depths as far as he could get it. He relished the taste of her sweet love juices, which were leaking, copiously, from her vagina.

She was moaning now, her hips moving, rubbing herself sensuously against his face as her pleasure built up. His tonguing of her became faster and more eager, two fingers inside her now to add to her pleasure. Her hands were grasping his hair, her thighs were gripping his head, her soft, smooth thighs clenched against his cheeks. With his fingers working her g-spot, he moved his mouth to her hard little love-bud. His tongue licked it and swirled around it, giving it all his attention now. With his thumb and his forefinger either side of her hood he gently pulled it back, to expose her nubbin even more, and sucked it like a little penis.

And she was there. Frantically squirming and writhing, her fingers digging into his scalp, her thighs squeezing him even tighter. Her moans turned to small cries of delight as her orgasm swept over her. At one point he thought she was going to smother him -- but, he thought, 'What a way to go!'

As she calmed down her legs widened to free him from their grip. Her hands loosen on his head, patting it before she finally let him go.

"Good. You are very good at that," she said in perfect, unaccented English, the first time she had spoken directly to him. He felt curiously pleased at the praise, happy that he had given such pleasure to this African princess. He wondered what comes next, aware as he was that his cock was hard as a rock, and he was badly in need of release.

The servant was standing there waiting to attend to her mistress. She moved the pillows back to the head of the bed and helped her to re-arrange herself more comfortably on them. She handed her a glass of orange juice and as the princess sipped at it she gently wiped her moist pussy with a warm, damp cloth.

As he stood up, the beauty glanced down at his hard pole, tenting his shorts.

"Asha will take care of you now," she said to him before issuing an instruction to the other woman in her own language. Asha looked across at Pete with a slightly sullen look on her face.

"Err, great. Is she okay with that?" he asked.

"Yes, of course. She does what I tell her to do. Always. Go with her," she said waving her hand in the direction of the en-suite bathroom.

As he stood expectantly in the bathroom, Asha indicated with her hand that he should take off his shorts.

He dropped them to the floor and stood there with his cock erect and achingly rigid, as she opened a wall cupboard and took out a tube of lubricant. She pushed him in front of the wash basin unit and squirted a dollop of lube onto his waiting member, and another onto her hand. She gripped his cock and started stropping it, hard and fast. After the time spent between the beauty's legs, he knew it wasn't going to take long for him to come. But it felt so good having her small, dark hand jacking him off like this, that he was doing his utmost to prolong the experience.

Twice he reached up to grasp her large, firm breasts in their bikini top, and twice she pushed his hand away, irritably. On the third attempt the voice of her mistress called out in Swahili, an obvious instruction. Pete looked back over his shoulder. The bathroom door was open and he could see the beauty lying on her bed watching them.

With a sigh Asha took her hand off his cock and reached behind to unhook her bikini top and let it drop to the floor. His hands reached eagerly for her large, firm, chocolate brown tits to joyfully squeeze and stroke them. She was in her late thirties he thought but her breasts were a pair of real beauties - soft, heavy and only the slightest hint of sag. Her nipples were large, jet black and hardened up as he played with them.

She was wanking him vigorously again. His breath was coming in short gasps now and, sensing he was nearly there, one hand squeezed his balls hard as the other hand stropped him furiously. She angled his cock towards the washbasin to catch the spunk that she was so skilfully coaxing out of him.

"Aaaah, aaah, aaaaaaaahhh!" he groaned as he erupted, pulse after pulse of semen arcing into the washbasin.

She squeezed his balls hard, as if ensuring they were properly emptied, and let go of him. She washed her hands, with a slight look of disgust on her face, rinsed out the basin and turned away from him to dry her hands and left the room, job done.

Pete washed his cock and his face, still smeared with the love juices of the beautiful woman lying on the bed. He put his shorts back on and went back out into the bedroom. The beauty was propped up against the headboard, a sheet pulled up to her waist, but her gorgeous, perfect breasts exposed. Pete was transfixed by the sight of her, and his cock started to rise up again. She smiled at him as she saw what was happening.

"I think it's time you went now, or I may have to get Asha back again, but she is off-duty now. Come back tomorrow, same time. If you please me as much as you have today I may let you fuck her," she said as she pulled the sheet up to cover her tits.

He headed for the door but stopped short, looked back at her one more time.

"My oh my, you are just gorgeous."

She smiled and waved her hand towards the door. "Go. Same time tomorrow, OK?" and turned over on her side to take a nap.