Akane leaned on his shoulder. He held her gently by the waist, and she noticed his medical bracelet that listed his allergies. It wasn’t just like the old ones, this one had a chip in it that could load his medical history to an EMT or a doctor. And Akane would use that knowledge to kill the man. “You’re a naughty boy,” she said with a sultry voice. “What would your future wife say about all this?”
He breathed deep, his chest pressing on her. “She wouldn’t mind.”
They were on the best spot on the island, sitting on a wall made of rocks with a dark and golden view of the sea. It was a bit late and the tourists had left already, but the two of them only came here for the view as an excuse.
Akane slapped his chest. “You’re full of it, Mister Coconut.”
He chuckled. “Oh no, I am not. And I’m not Coconut, you’re the Coconut. You still haven’t told me your name, by the way.” He pressed the tip of her nose with his finger.
“I’m Coconut, for tonight. That’s all that matters, isn’t it?”
“True.” He held her tighter, and she slid her hand inside his pants, feeling her way around. “Oh my God, you have such cold hands, Coconut. Frigid actually.”
She raised an eyebrow. “Want me to remove my hand?” she said with a sultry voice.
“Oh, definitely not. I think it’s getting warmer by the second.” He grunted and leaned back a bit, closing his eyes.
Akane fondled his jewels for a while. It was chilly, but he was getting hard. She looked around, they were alone up there. Nice.
She opened his zipper. He chuckled, jerked up a bit and put his hands on hers, but didn’t really stop her. He looked over his shoulder. “What are you doing, Coconut?”
“I dunno,” she slurred. “I guess it’s all the rum.” She pulled his erection free and admired it for a while. It was practically dark, but even she could find a cock and put it in her mouth. So she did. “Mmm, tastes like coconut,” she said and slurped it again.
He grunted, then rubbed the nape of her neck gently. Akane blew him for a while. She was actually getting excited herself, the risk of getting caught on top of the risk she was taking with her actual reason for being there, his touch, his scent, his taste in her mouth, it all got her fired up. She wasn’t pretending, this was getting her real horny.
“I love your kimono,” he said, feeling her all over her body.
“Mmm?” She popped her mouth, taking the tip of his cock out. “You can take it off me back at my room if you want.”
“No, why take it off? I want you wearing it,” he moaned, squeezing her breast over the kimono.
She sucked him some more. Her technique wasn’t that great, she knew that, but the man was rock hard, so she must have been doing something right. They were still the making out phase, she would suck him for a couple of minutes longer, then lure him back to her hotel room. And she’d got to the bathroom, apply the white UTI paste in her vajajay, and then screw his brains out till he died a horrible death by anaphylactic shock.
Good plan.
“Coconut,” he grunted, his voice caught. And then he coconutted into her mouth.
Well, that was quick. And unexpected. Coconut froze, she didn’t know what to do. Should she spit? Should she swallow? It was kinda icky and warm. She kept her lips wrapped around his cock but it was dripping down. She’d never had this done to her before, men would usually finish in the condom, or jerking off next to her, or one time on her breasts. That was messy, it went into her hair, she had to wash them three times to get it out. She leaned towards the spitting it out option, but she didn’t know if men would be offended by that.
Coconut did not have a perfect seal around his cock and she made a mess. She half-swallowed, half-spat his coconut juice on the dirt, and wiped her mouth. She looked up, the man was grinning like… well, like a man that just got one of his sexual fantasies ticked off, with a bit of thrill added for good measure.
He didn’t ask her if she was okay, he didn’t say he was sorry for coconutting without warning right into her mouth. She sat upright next to him, straightened her kimono. Akane rubbed her mouth a couple more times, making sure she wiped it all off.
He slapped her thigh once. “Well, this was nice. If you’ll excuse me, I need to get back to my mates.” He stood up and chuckled, fixing his pants. “The night is still young!”
“What?” Coconut stood up. “No, we said we’d go back to my place.”
He looked apologetic. “Oh, Coconut, I’m sorry. You see, I have this medical condition, I can’t go again for like, hours. This was it for me, I’m afraid.” He tsked. “Don’t worry, you were a-ma-zing! Really. Wait till the guys hear about this…” He straightened his belt, chuckling.
Coconut opened her mouth but she had nothing to say. That damn handler of hers, how stupid was he, anyway? In all those medical files, it didn’t say anywhere that the target was a two-pump chump. Oh that poor future-wife of his. Don’t get Akane wrong, he was nice and sweet, but she hoped some dear lady friend would get the bride a reliable vibrator as a wedding gift, you know?
Coconut scoffed at the man. “Listen, mister. We’re not done. Let’s go party-“
He looked down at his crotch. “Oh, we are.” He tsked again. “Sorry.” He put his hands together and bowed. “Well, it’s been nice meeting you, Coconut. I will never, I mean ever, forget this. Thank you so much. But I gotta go now.”
Then he turned his back and walked away.
Coconut stood there like a moron, her plans shattered, still swallowing his coconut juice stuck in the back of her mouth.
End of part 3.
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