Sleepily, the girls were led to their respective rooms by a fat little hausfrau who spoke very broken English.
"But can't we share the same room?" Candy asked, her earlier fear urging her to be close to her sister.
"I'm afraid the rooms are too small," Gorn said, depositing her luggage, and retaining Cindy's. "Follow me," he told Cindy and walked out of the room and down the hall.
Cindy looked at her sister, shrugged and went out the door.
Candy undressed and soaked for over an hour in the old-fashioned tub. Still dripping, she wrapped a towel around herself and re-entered the bedroom.
"What the…?"
Gorn Plato was standing by the bed. He had discarded his coat and his arms were like two rippling steel posts in the short-sleeved white shirt he wore.
"Would you like a massage after your bath?" he asked.
"A… massage… you… mean from you?" Candy asked.
"It is customary."
I'm in Europe, Candy said to herself. I've got to remember I'm in Europe now, things are different over here. When in, do as!
"I… ah… I guess it's all right," she stammered.
Gorn motioned toward the bed. "I think you'll find it very relaxing," he said, a slight smile, the first Candy had seen from him, trailing around the corners of his mouth.
Candy moved to the bed and managed to slide in on her tummy, keeping her vital, frontal parts covered from his eyes. She lay with her arms folded beneath her head.
Then she realized that it made little difference. The giant unceremoniously lifted the towel from her buttocks and she could feel the cool breath of the room and his hot eyes on her gleaming spheres of white flesh.
Be cool, she told herself, be cool.
But she couldn't help squeezing her thighs slightly tighter together and hiding the dark thatch of pubic hair they shielded.
She nearly jumped off the bed when warm oil was poured over her back, across her asscheeks, and down onto the soft skin of her inner thighs. "Jesus… what's that?"
"Oil," he said, his deep baritone voice seeming like a bellow in the quiet room. "Oil from the earth for the skin and for the passion. Just relax, Miss, you'll soon be feeling all the tension in your body drift away."
And he was right; the tension in her body did seem to just float away as his expert hands started at her shoulder on one side, worked all the way down to her toes, and then back up the other side.
But the tension became something else – passion.
His kneading hands seemed to know just where to gently touch her body to start the flow of juices in her pussy. Almost against her will she felt her legs starting to spread.
His hands kept up their deft work on her back and then down to her thighs. She jumped again when his hand found the inside of her fleshy thighs dangerously close to her pubic hair. The tips of his fingers also seemed to flick toward her asshole as he worked up and over the mounds of her jiggling asscheeks.
She knew her body was twitching and she knew that he knew it, even though his face remained an immobile mask.
"Turn over, please," he said, very calmly.
By that time she had no objections. She would probably have done anything he wanted her to do. His hands knew exactly how to turn a woman on and they had done their job well on Candy.
She flipped over and felt her fleshy asscheeks go flop on the mattress. Her breasts were pointing directly at his face but his control was amazing. It was as if he didn't even see them. Looking down, between her jiggling, pink-tipped globes, she could see her pubic mound, already glistening with the juices from her pussy.
His hands moved across her shoulders and down into her armpits. Again it was one of Candy's more sensitive areas and her legs responded by moving apart.
God, she thought, her eyes closed, if he touches my tits, I'll explode.
Then he was leaning over her, his hands on her stomach. Candy didn't realize any significance in the move until she felt his rock-hard cock press against the top of her head.
I am affecting him, she thought. For a moment she thought it might not be possible to arouse him. It was as if he were some sort of eunuch out of the Arabian nights. But now, with his rigid tool standing straight up in the tight pants, she knew she had gotten to him. She hoped he would get to her.
"Are you relaxing?" he said.
"Here and there," Candy replied.
Then he was at her side. The swell of his cock, through the material of his pants, was pressed against the back of her hand. She squirmed a little as his hands worked along her belly just above the thumping triangle of her seeping cunt.
She tried to keep thoughts of lust out of her mind. After all, she reasoned, this man was her father's servant – if the man she and her sister were to meet the next day was indeed her father.
The fingers roamed softly and smoothly over her rippling, now lightly undulating hips, making them bounce from the sensation of his hot, roaming hands.
His cock, against the back of her hand, was throbbing a little more now and straightening out. He looked down at her, watching her eyes to see if there was any reaction.
Candy couldn't hide it. There was a lot of reaction.
Suddenly, without warning, he slid his hot, burning, oily hand up between her legs until his probing fingers found the pulpy, sweet lips of her pussy. Then he shoved two of his thick, hard fingers up between the lips of her cunt.
Candy's legs flew clear apart and she hunched her cunt up over the fingers. She moaned out the bliss of her feelings and he pressed harder with his digits into her cuntal flesh.
"Oh shit… oh, oh, oh," Candy groaned as his fingers found their mark.
She could take the teasing no longer. She tore and ripped at his fly until she had it open. She plunged her hand inside his pants. He wore no underwear. She found his cock at once and brought it out into the open.
"Oh my God," she cried. "It is as big as you are. Beautiful."
He said nothing but added a third finger to the two already in her pussy and then started finger-fucking her even harder.
His big cock was pulsing and jumping in her hands. She took his jerking male meat between both her hands and slowly slid the sensitive foreskin back and forth over the bulbous head with awe.
With his free hand he continued to rub the soothing oil into her hot, passion-ridden body, helping it become even more so with every touch.
Candy's entire body was now tingling and shaking with desire for what she held in her hands.
She looked up at him with pleasure and satisfaction on her face and took a firmer hold on his huge, rock-hard tool. She teased and tickled the hot, rubbery head and watched as a droplet of white cum oozed from the tip.
He thrust his hand further up into her cunt and moved his fingers around and around the inner walls of her hole.
She moaned loudly and her whole body shook and jerked as she felt the pleasure of his hand sliding back and forth in her hole and against her hardened clit.
She bent her head slowly around and almost without knowing it took his jerking cock into her moist mouth and started sucking the head of it.
The rich, masculine odor that rose from his prick and the balls between her fingers filled her nostrils and excited her whole body. She trembled and shook a bit from the ecstasy and excitement she felt as her head spun slightly around from the smell of his hot, moving body.
Her loving, moist lips slid further down onto his cock an inch at a time as the bittersweet taste of his masculine cum filled her mouth just as the odor had already filled her nostrils.
Gorn Plato bucked his huge cock to her, and shoved it further into her anxiously waiting, mouth.
"Do you want relief?" he said.
She took her mouth from his cock and looked up at him in awe and wonder. Jesus, she thought, what is he, a robot? "If relief means do I want this," she said squeezing the wrist-thick staff of his prick, "then you're damn right I want it."