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  “Ahhhhh!” Sara cried and threw her head back as Kunyak impaled her aching pussy onto his huge cock. He stretched her like no man had before, filling her completely and, as he pulled her down with his hands on her hips, pushing against her womb. She gasped for breath and took a moment to try to steady herself as he began to move inside her.

  Kunyak was forceful, but he was not rough. His muscular body worked beneath her, his body rising and falling with each stroke and his powerful hands guiding her up and down atop him. She caught her breath and began to move with him, the roundness of her creamy bottom colliding with his oaky legs and her pink pussy swallowing up every centimeter of his manhood. She gripped him with her hot inner walls and thrilled at the sensation of his fat cock rearranging her with every stroke.

  “Ohhhh… oh my god… Kunyak! You are going to make me…”

  “Yes, my lovely treasure hunter,” groaned Kunyak, bucking harder and making her breasts bounce with each stroke. “Cum for me. Let me feel your glory upon my cock!”

  “Ahhhhhhhh!” She wailed her pleasure into the echoing darkness. Each rippling spasm of ecstasy was met with another mighty thrust of Kunyak’s huge cock. Her orgasm seemed endless, ebbing and flowing, but not stopping. Her cries of pleasure grew hoarse. Beneath her, Kunyak’s eyes began to glow blue. She wailed, “W-what is happening to me?”

  “Your heart,” groaned the ancient chieftain, “is trueeeee!”

  His cock spasmed inside her clenching pussy and she felt a glorious baptism of cum, spurting against her womb, sheathing his thrusting cock, and dripping out of her stuffed cunt in silky spills. She clenched him with her own pleasure, riding him and uniting with him in a race to higher and higher pleasure. The glow from his eyes became unbearable to look upon. Her wail of pleasure echoed into the darkness. Her muscles seized with the force of her orgasm and she toppled off of the mighty chieftain and onto the floor.

  Darkness engulfed her. She drifted through dreams of pleasure, clutching the sheath of the Dagger of Delight tightly in one hand.

  “Wake up, please, Sara!” The voice was distant. Hands shook her. Something rumbled and Sara heard stones tumbling from a great height. “We have to go!”

  It was Megan. The lithe trainer shook the naked treasure hunter awake, finally, and helped Sara to her feet.

  “What’s happening?” Sara asked as the stones around them rumbled and the floor shifted.

  “The whole temple is coming down!” Megan cried. “I’ve roped down to get you. Come on. We have to get the hell out of here.”

  Megan helped Sara dress in her shorts and tank top and did not ask why the treasure hunter was naked in the depths of the temple. As the ancient structure shook and crumbled around them, the two women climbed out of the subterranean depths. Rooms collapsed with loud bangs. As they escaped to the canal, Sara glanced back to see the temple slumping and then finally collapsing completely. A great gout of dust and debris followed as they ran out along the canal’s narrow path and to the entrance of the cenote.

  Ropes were waiting for them as Lindsay held the “borrowed” Mexican Navy helicopter in a hover above the sinkhole. Sara, despite her soreness, helped Megan onto one of the ropes before grabbing the other. The collapse of the temple had set off some sort of chain reaction and the cenote itself was beginning to crumble. Huge boulders broke loose of the upper crust and fell like cannon shots into the dark water. One nearly struck Sara before she leapt off the edge, swinging on a rope and shouting, “Go! Gooo!”

  The helicopter’s engines pitched up and the two women were lifted up through the crumbling shaft of the cenote and out into the humid jungle night. The rushing air buffeted them as they climbed up the ropes and into the vibrating cabin of the helicopter.

  “Find what you were lookin’ for, boss?” Lindsay asked, once they had put on headsets.

  Sara opened her tightly clenched fist and looked down at the almost unadorned leather sheath of the Dagger of Delight. Megan gazed at it as well, clearly surprised by such a modest item.

  “Yes,” she said. “Yes. I found it.”

  “Where to then, ma’am?”

  “Home,” said Sara, slumping back with exhaustion into her chair. “No. We’ll make a quick stop in Italy before we return to England.”

  “I’ll have ‘em gas the plane up,” said Lindsay, turning the helicopter towards the airport.

  Chambers House

  North of London

  “I still can’t believe it was instant,” laughed Megan as she blustered through the mahogany doors and into Chambers House. “What did he say?”

  “He couldn’t say much,” said Sara. “If he had, I would have given him another trust and made him cum again. After that, he was tamed.”

  “I’ll bet,” said Megan. “Hard to recover from that sort of defeat.”

  “Right,” agreed Sara. “He gave me this for the Institute of Lost History’s collection.”

  She held up the Ring of Brahmacharya. Megan whistled appreciatively. “Looks a lot fancier than that leather sheath you nearly got yourself killed over.”

  “Yes, well, that one is staying with me for the time being,” said Sara. “You never know when it might be useful.”

  A door opened next to them and a hunched old man with eyes hidden beneath wrinkles shuffled into the room carrying a silver serving tray.

  “Pleasant trip, mum?” Winston asked, shuffling towards them. “Would you care for some tea?”

  “Not just yet, Winston,” said Sara, brushing past him. He followed behind her like some slow wind-up automaton, the tea service on the tray rattling and clinking as he moved. Sara explained, “I need to put some things in the vault and have a good soak in the tub. Why don’t you run and tell Baxter I’d like to see him when I’m done.”

  “Very good, mum,” said Winston, shuffling away to go and find Baxter.

  “A soak in the tub sounds lovely,” said Megan, grinning at the thought.

  “Oh? Care to join me?”

  Sara placed the relics in the family vault for later cataloging. Once the vault was sealed with her personal code, Sara and Megan retired to Sara’s luxurious suite. They helped each other undress and climbed into the oversized, steamy bathtub full of suds. The two women were still a bit tired from their expedition, but it did nothing to diminish their lust. Sara began soaping and kissing Megan’s pert breasts and golden-brown nipples. She looked up with mischief as she gently nibbled at the tiny buds.

  “Ahh!” Megan cried out with pleasure.

  Sara soon had the dark-haired beauty up on the tub’s hidden seating. Sara slipped low into the water, only her glistening bum poking through the suds as she began to kiss and lick Megan’s delicate flower. Megan cradled Sara’s head and cocked her hips to offer Sara better access to her slick pussy.

  “Oh, that’s it,” moaned Megan, dropping her head back against the rim of the tub as Sara found her clit and began to suck and lick it relentlessly. It was not long before Sara’s skilled tongue sent an orgasm rippling through Megan’s body. Her golden thighs tightened around Sara’s head and she thrust her hips and fucked against Sara’s licking.

  As Megan descended from the heights of her pleasure, she sat up in the tub and declared, “Now it’s your turn.”

  “Oh, not yet,” said Sara. “I believe I still owe you a proper arse-licking. So turn that lovely little bum around and put it up for me.”

  “You’re so naughty,” giggled Megan, but she obeyed Sara, draping her upper body over the side of the tub and onto the marble pedestal. She cocked her hips and raised her small, golden ass, suds clinging to the bubbly mounds of her buttocks.

  “Oh, now look at this loveliness,” said Sara, admiring Megan’s ass and brushing away the suds like an archeologist gingerly clearly dust from priceless pottery. She cleared the golden mounds of Megan’s buttocks and slid a finger down her crack to reveal the brown knot of Megan’s anus. It flexed with Megan’s tension, tiny bubbles caught in the glistening wrinkles. Sara leaned her face closer and murmured, “Mmmm, you don’t mind if I… have taste?”

  “No, have a… oooooohhhh…” Megan’s words trailed off and her eyes rolled back as she moaned with pleasure. A smile curled her lips as Sara’s tongue began to lap at Megan’s asshole. Sara was gentle, but persistent and began to steadily lick the rim of Megan’s sensitive pucker as Sara’s fingers began to fuck in and out of Megan’s tight pussy.

  Megan was in heaven. As much as she appreciated Sara’s bum and enjoyed burying her tongue up it, the feeling of the favor being returned was far nicer. She lifted her head up to glance over her shoulder. Only Sara’s forehead and golden hair were visible as the beautiful treasure hunter focused gamely at the task of tonguing Megan’s lovely arsehole. The pleasure grew by the lick and Sara began to moan as she fucked her fingers harder and harder into Megan’s pussy.

  Just as Megan was sure she was about to cum, Sara thrust her tongue passed the clench of Megan’s ass and into her sensitive depths. The sensation plunged Megan over the edge into ecstasy. She wailed with pleasure, biting her lower lip to stifle the echoing cries and thrusting her firm little bum back against Sara’s face. Sara eagerly allowed herself to be smothered by Megan’s perky bum, licking and fucking her tongue up her tight hole as she felt Megan’s pussy clutching at her fingers.

  “Nnnnnnnn,” moaned Sara, her tongue vibrating inside Megan’s arsehole.

  Sara did not relent until the last rippling contraction of Megan’s orgasm. She slowly lifted her face from Megan’s bum and withdrew her fingers from Megan’s tight channel. She licked her fingers to taste the sweetness of Megan’s cum.

  “Mum,” said Winston, standing only a few feet from the bathtub, his expression as drooping and emotionless as ever. “Baxter is waiting for you i
n your suite.”

  “Oh my god, Winston,” cried Megan, sinking down into the tub to hide herself in the suds.

  “It’s alright, he can’t see a thing,” said Sara, although she was not entirely sure of that. Winston did have a habit of blundering into her room when she was changing clothes or masturbating. It had shocked her the first few times, but she had grown to find it amusing, even slightly endearing. She raised her voice and said, “Thank you, Winston. That will be all.”

  “Very good, mum,” he said, lingering for a moment longer and perhaps staring at Sara’s lovely, sudsy breasts. He then shuffled out of the spacious bathroom.

  “I wish he wouldn’t do that,” muttered Megan.

  “Oh, he’s practically a hundred years old,” said Sara. “Leave him alone.”

  “He’s a pervert,” said Megan.

  “Shhhhhh.” Sara caressed Megan’s cheek and drew her attention. The two women kissed, softly at first and then with greater desire. “I have to get out of the tub. Continue soaking if you like.”

  “Are you really going to make Baxter a sandwich?” Megan scoffed as she reclined in the tub.

  “Oh, yes,” said Sara, squeezing her glistening breasts together. “I think he’ll enjoy it quite a lot.”

  She wrapped herself in a towel and walked out into the suite. Baxter was playing on his phone when she found him sitting on the couch in her suite’s living room.

  “Sara, I have some strong leads on the Ship of the Lost Tsarina of… of…”

  Baxter’s words trailed off and his mouth hung open as Sara dropped her towel, revealing her naked, freshly bathed body. Her face, arms and legs were tan, but the rest of her was pure English cream, her mounds capped with slightly domed areolas and thick pink nipples. Her waxed cunt was still wet from the bath, her delicate folds peeking out from her perfect mound.

  “I believe,” said Sara, sauntering over to him and dropping slowly to her knees, “that I owe you my special sandwich.”

  Baxter stared in wide-eyed shock as Sara unzipped his trousers and slowly freed his cock. It was long and slender, a perfect pencil prick for a boffin like Baxter. She stroked him to his full length and looked up at him as she ran a wet, sloppy tongue over his tip. She tasted his precum and felt him jerk in her grasp so powerfully that she was nearly expecting a faceful of his spunk.

  Somehow, the undersexed techie resisted the urge to spurt and watched through his thick glasses as Sara spread her saliva all over his cock. She gave his bell end another slow lick, more of her warm saliva sliding down his shaft and dripping to his balls.

  “Nice and wet,” she said. “Slippery. For the sandwich.”

  “Bloody hell,” whispered Baxter.

  “A bit more like heaven, I’d hope,” said Sara, playfully cross as she rose higher on her knees and let the soft weight of her breasts drag against Baxter’s cock. His hard cock twitched again and he squirmed in his seat, whimpering like he was a bad boy receiving a spanking. “Oh, should I stop? Don’t you want to feel these wrapped around your willy?”

  She squeezed her tits, playing them in her hands, lifting one towards her face and stretching out her tongue to lash a nipple. He groaned again and gasped, “P-please, Sara. Let me… let me feel them.”

  “Alright, then, Baxter,” she said. “Since you’ve been such a good boy. Go on, give me your hands.”

  He held out his trembling hands. Sara giggled and brought them to her breasts. He squeezed her tits quite hard as she smiled and watched his hands. He began to caress her mounds and press them together. He hefted them and played his fingers over her stiff nipples.

  “Now,” she said, leaning away from his touch, “relax. I’m going to wank you off with them. Give you a proper Sara sandwich.”

  He nodded dumbly and leaned back on the couch, his crimson cock sticking up from his lap and bouncing with his excited spasms. Sara held her breasts in her hands, looking up at him as she leaned forward and caught his spit-slicked cock in the cleavage between her plump mounds. Baxter hissed with pleasure as Sara squeezed her tits around his hardness. Her ample breasts almost swallowed up his long cock, but a few centimeters of his tip jutted up from between her tits like a plum pendant. Sara tucked her chin and stuck out her tongue, letting more saliva drip onto his cockhead and slide down into her cleavage.

  “I can’t believe this is happening,” moaned Baxter.

  “I know, right?” Megan laughed, sauntering into the room in panties and nothing else. “Getting to titfuck one of the hottest women in the world and all you had to do was draw the right name out of the fishbowl.”

  “He had to be a good boy as well,” said Sara, beginning to stroke her breasts up and down Baxter’s straining cock. “He had to find a needle in a jungle haystack. Think you can do it again with that lost ship?”

  “I… ohhhhh… yes,” moaned Baxter, watching wide-eyed as Megan sat down beside him. She put her arm around his shoulder and leaned in to watch his cock being stroked between Sara’s tightly-squeezed breasts.

  “Good,” said Megan. “Because you know you’re not going to get any more fun like this unless you draw it out of the fishbowl.”

  “Oh, yes, well… ohhhh god that is good… ohhhhh bloody hell…”

  Sara wanked him faster and faster, his cock turning from crimson to a deep shade of purple. Precum leaked out of his tip and further lubricated her wanking. The friction there was added a flush to her cleavage and seemed to make it warmer between her breasts.

  When Megan reached her fingers down and tweaked Baxter’s nipple through his shirt, it was too much. He thrust his hips, fucked his cock through Sara’s squeezing breasts, and exploded in a geyser of hot spunk that splashed all over her tits, into her cleavage, and covered his cock in his warm cum. Megan and Sara both giggled with delight.

  “Oh look at all that,” said Megan. “Get it all out.”

  “Ohhh yes, that’s right, glaze them properly,” said Sara, wanking until he began to gasp with over-sensitivity. She released Baxter’s cock from between her breasts and revealed her cum-smeared cleavage to him. “And I just had a bath.”

  “And a shower,” laughed Megan, tweaking Baxter’s cockhead with her fingertip. His manhood jerked and a pearl of cum trickled out of the tip.

  “I have to have another,” said Sara, rising to her feet, her cum-spattered breasts jiggling. “Baxter, get back to work.”

  “Y-yes, ma’am,” said Baxter, scrambling to tuck his cock away. His face was flushed. He got off the couch and hurried towards the door, but stopped. He turned back and said, “Thank you, Miss Chambers.”

  “My pleasure,” said Sara, smiling sweetly. Her expression hardened. “Now find me the Tsarina’s ship.”

  He nodded and rushed out the door. She padded to the shower and turned it on. Megan joined her after a moment, sliding her hands up and around to grope Sara’s breasts.

  “You know, he’ll be dreaming about that for years,” said Megan, kissing Sara’s shoulder.

  “As long as he gets the job done,” said Sara. “There is a lot of treasure left to find.”

  Book Two

  The Lost Ship of Lust

  Central Africa

  Loose stones clattered against the underside of the dusty Land Rover as it raced towards the bruised blue horizon. There were torrential rains ahead and those massive storm fronts stretched from the arid savanna to the southern jungles of the Central African nation of Ubanga.

  “And I didn’t pack an umbrella,” said Sara Chambers as the first fat raindrops spattered the Land Rover’s windscreen.

  “You are about twenty kilometers from the heart of the storm,” said Baxter over the headset Sara was wearing. Baxter was her tech boffin back at her manor in London and on this expedition he was her handler. Somewhere high above, just zipping into the rain clouds, was a drone keeping an eye on things for her.

  “I’ll have to beat the worst of it,” said Sara, accelerating dangerously. “This is the first big rain of the season. Won’t be long before the floods wash out the road.”

  “You’ll make it,” said Baxter, his radio beginning to crackle with static. “But the drone won’t… *phzzzt* Sara… *bzzzrrkk*…blocking the signal.”