About Sappho's International Role: The Sappho Trilogy, Book Three

Chapter One-1

Chapter One

En Route To The Island Idyll

The Private Jet was cruising at about 35 000 feet when the Black man entered the Executive Cabin. She’d never seen him until then.

They were on the second leg of the journey and were heading south east over the Mediterranean Sea towards their Island idyll in the Indian Ocean. Sappho was seated in a shell-chair opposite the General, the champagne had been served and one of the hostesses had been prepared for her other duties.

The Black man’s name was Baamu and he was completely naked as he emerged from behind the curtain, padded across the piled-silk carpets and made straight for her. He stood at about 6’5’’ and, whereas his musculature was impressive, it was what emerged from his groin that grabbed Sappho’s attention.

His phallus was circumcised and had the girth of a soft drink can; on the half-rise it was already beyond the length of a pint-sized beer bottle. Like him, it resembled a monument carved from polished ebony and it shone, like the rest of his body, in the pale sunlight coming in through the window.

At the end there was a cherry-coloured tip that was at least two inches long and it, too, glistened in the light but it exuded a sparkling bubble of pre-c*m at the eye: the tip was about a foot away from Sappho and it was pointed at her face.

The objective was obvious: this was a test of Sappho’s mettle and the question was; “how would she respond?”

As usual, she exceeded all expectations and, simultaneously, outdid Baamu, but in such a way that he didn’t lose face. This is one of Sappho’s endearing characteristics and it’s why most persons love her.

Sappho’s long, auburn hair had been tied high on her head and she allowed the moment to stand whilst she took stock of the situation. Then, as she regarded the huge object in front of her, she gathered her thoughts and, without betraying any expression, gazed steadily at the c**k before raising her eyes slowly along its length, then over the rest of Baamu’s body, taking-in his muscled abdomen, his triangular torso, his sportsman’s neck and then his shaved head. His face was a picture of lust and his mouth had an arrogant smirk that went well with the leer in his eyes.

There was no doubt in anyone’s mind as to his intentions and it seemed he relished putting fear into his s****l conquests. Sappho’s eyes locked onto his but she remained expressionless until she smiled and showed a surprising level of kindness and compassion: sentiments that flew in the face of the animal instincts exhibited before her.

Baamu had expected to induce an element of terror and was clearly taken aback by her serenity. However, it was when she raised her arms above her head and untied the straps that held in place the bodice over her breasts that he knew he’d failed.

The front of her dress fell down around her waist and there were gasps from both the men and the Stewardesses in the Cabin when her firm, round breasts were exposed and her n*****s started to engorge.

Still, she remained calm and kept her eyes focused on Baamu and she watched as the lust evaporated from his eyes, how the smirk left his lips and changed to a respectful glow that exposed his large, white teeth.

In fact, this was the turning point in his regard for women and, simultaneously, it was also the moment when he started to fall in love with Sappho.

Now that Sappho had command of the situation she cupped his testicles and started to massage them, ever so tenderly, with an almost gossamer-like touch that drew an instant response from the Nubian. His scrotum tightened and his balls rose in their sheath; but she was not going to stimulate him to orgasm. She realised that was not the idea because the girl in the harness had been prepared for that.

All this while, Sappho had been gazing into Baamu’s eyes and smiling, but now, she parted her lips and showed the first glimpse of her own brilliant white teeth set against her bright red lipstick. Then she lowered her eyes and took them down his neck, through his torso and over his abdomen until she was looking, once again, directly at his priapus.

In the meantime, this thing had grown to an unimaginable size for something attached to a human being; but, there it was: the evidence was unmistakeable. It had to be over a foot long and at least 8 inches in circumference and, now, the cerise cap at the end was splayed wide-open and, in its eye, there was a great glob of slime that was starting to elongate.

Sappho focused on the eye; then extended her tongue and poked it into the gap. She heard Baamu suck in some air but she contented herself to play for a while by rotating her tongue at the point of the storm and caressing his balls. Then she raised her eyes, gazed into his, leaned forward, opened her mouth and took-in the whole helmet.

Looks and gasps were exchanged around the Cabin and Sappho knew she had won them over at a stroke but she was not finished. She moved her head backwards and forwards on this massive dong, sucking gently and swirling her tongue around and then slowly, she withdrew her lips towards the end and pursed them in the form of a kiss which cleaned off the clear jewel of pre-c*m that had started to flow.

Baamu stepped back and his admiration was palpable. The man had been changed but he had a job to do and the tall, statuesque, blue eyed, blonde girl, already trussed up on the trapeze, was going to get the f*****g of her life.

He started at her mouth and, at the same time, another of the Stewardesses, this time a tiny Oriental woman, began to prepare the Scandinavian beauty for anal penetration.

All of the Cabin Crew was female and, after the formal boarding and take off procedures had been met, they had routinely stripped nude except for their high heeled shoes. All of them had small tattoos at the base of their spine and were fitted with n****e rings. All were depilated and all were exemplars of beautiful, young women, most of whom had long hair, and each of whom had been drawn from different parts of the world.

While Baamu was feeding his c**k into the blonde’s mouth the Oriental girl had put on a rubber glove and was anointing the Nordic’s ass with liberal amounts of lubricating jelly. Then she started to work her limb into the backside of the trussed up blonde. It was surprising how far she was able to go and managed, with consummate skill, to embed her arm into the girl’s back passage, right up to her elbow.

Sappho accepted another flute of champagne, and the obvious approval of the General, before sitting back to enjoy the performance playing-out in front of her. She’d decided to leave her breasts on show in a cunning move that would betray her varying levels of arousal.

Baamu was already well-embedded into the Scandinavian’s throat, and she was taking it all, but it looked to the audience a bit like a python swallowing a pig. Then he placed his hands on the sides of her head, over her ears, and started to rock into and out of her throat.

After his earlier stimulation it didn’t take long for him to spasm and, whereas most of it was pressure-fed straight into the girl’s gut, the volume of semen was just too much for her to take and streams of spunk flowed from the corners of her mouth onto the carpets.

Baamu looked pleased and the men in the Cabin showed their appreciation by opening their trousers and beckoning the Stewardesses towards them. A lot of man juice was transferred at this point.

Sappho, meanwhile, enjoyed the exhibition but remained unmolested any further. She’d been given Special Status because her credentials had just been authenticated by the General: so she took another flute and some canapés while Baamu recovered his strength.

Although there was next to no spoken communication between her and the General each was aware of the non-verbal discourse taking place and, Sappho, whose interpretive skills were finely honed, knew she had made a favourable impression on her new employer.

The trapeze was rotated so that Sappho and the General could see more clearly the high point of the performance. Baamu began by having the Stewardess oil his member and then position it at the Scandinavian’s winking starfish which was his next port of call.

Her muscles were already soft and had been further relaxed by the Oriental’s ministrations so there was no danger of her asshole being torn but, with his new-found respect for women, Baamu was conscious of the damage he could do if he was reckless.

So he began, very gently, by pushing his manhood slowly against the natural resistance that sphincter muscles display. He kept stopping every few seconds to let the girl come to terms with him and, for a while, she seemed comfortable. Then she started to show signs of distress and the expression on her face turned to one of anxiety. The staff noticed this and kept her under close observation until it passed.

Baamu must have had about 9 or 10 inches inside her when the Nordic girl gasped, started to moan and began to cry out. At this point he maintained his presence but stopped his progress and one of her fellow Stewardesses knelt beside her head and whispered something into her ear. The trussed up girl smiled, weakly, then nodded and this was the signal for Baamu to continue his sojourn into the depths of her bowels.

Meanwhile, the other Stewardesses had been recalled to service the men who had removed their suits, shirts and underwear and were sitting naked in the shell-chairs. It was there that the multi-cultural beauties alternatively sat on their c***s and knelt between their thighs to relieve the contents building up in their scrota.

Sappho remained composed but her n*****s and aureole had swollen and reddened since her own taste of Baamu and, unseen by those in the cabin, the space between her legs was wet.

Baamu was fully embedded now and the Scandinavian was bearing it well so he started to work himself inside her body from deep between her legs.

She had been splayed out on a contraption that held her face-down about a metre above the floor and her whole body was supported along its length. Her pierced breasts hung through special ports that prevented them getting crushed and her arms and ankles were strapped onto extensions: this was both for the sake of in-flight safety and also for the erotic stimulus it created. A small trough cupped her throat and supported her head and there was a similar device that supported her belly but which allowed unfettered access to either, and both, of her love-holes.

Baamu was already far inside one of these and he was pounding away at her innards.

Then he came and both he and the girl shrieked as they climaxed together.

After a moment or so, he started to withdraw and part of his repertoire was to show the effect he’d had on his partner. So, as he pulled out, a flood of semen gushed from the gaping port he’d created in the place of her asshole and the trapeze was rotated through 360 degrees to show the audience.

At this point there was another transfer of body fluids throughout the Cabin.

Then the show was over and the guests resumed their conversations but, before Sappho could do up her bodice, one of the Stewardesses stepped in and, while restoring Sappho’s clothing, she smiled and whispered in Sappho’s ear the single word, “Welcome.”

This was an important gesture because it indicated that Sappho had brought onside the Foot soldiers, as well as the Subalterns, the Officers of Field Rank and the General, himself. Sappho was building a power base and it was founded on her loveliness.

But how did she come to be on a Private Jet on the second leg of a flight to the

Indian Ocean?