Island Paradise 20

When someone is very angry or upset, their initial or gut reaction is often done without much (or any) thought. If the impulse reaction happens to be bad or negative, it is oftentimes wrong and later regretted.

Pamela's slapping of me upside the face after learning of my voyeur room was what I would most definitely classify as an "impulse reaction". She developed a sudden fit of anger because I had been eavesdropping on not only with her, but all of the other ladies as well, with my hidden cameras.

As a result, that rage was suddenly channeled to her right hand - which had greeted my face with a hard and stinging slap. I felt both dazed and hurt, but was not one bit angry with Pamela herself. I understood her actions.

My only hope was that this "impulse reaction" was one of those which would be wrong - and later regretted. Otherwise, I would be screwed.

* * *

The look upon Pamela's face after she had slapped my face suggested both anger and shock. The 25-year-old was mad at me because I had been spying on her and the others since they arrived on the island three weeks ago.

I believe her shock came from the fact of the sudden violent rage she had displayed. I'm not quite sure that Pamela - as warm and as friendly as she was - had that in her. It seemed as though she didn't even know herself.

Perhaps I should not have told her of the voyeur room. But if she was going to be my soul-mate in life - which two minutes ago seemed like an excellent possibility - Pamela needed to know everything about me.

Even my secrets...

After several seconds in which she continued glaring at me, I finally broke the silence. "I deserved that."

The expression upon her face softening somewhat, Pamela still looked mighty angry as she glanced over at the monitor which showed Lisa begging Torrie to use the strap-on dildo upon her. Torrie soon complied - and my hidden camera and microphone was catching all of the hot, erotic action.

"OHMIGOD!" Pamela said in a quick verbal burst. "OhmiGod Jeremy... I can't believe you've been doing this." She shook her head in denial, her anger transforming into hurt. "I... I have to tell the others. Now!"

The blonde goddess turned around to exit the voyeur room, but I placed my hand on her shoulder, stopping her movement. "You can't tell the others," I informed her. "You promised me before I showed you this room that you would keep this a secret." I paused, letting that sink in. "Several times."

Realizing this as fact, Pamela took a few seconds before turning her head to look back at me. Then, she flailed her arm in anger - causing me to pull my hand away from her shoulder. It was a tense moment, indeed.

"Yes I did," she countered in a cold voice. "But that's a hard promise to keep."

"Why are you so angry?" I asked, knowing the answer.

"Why am I so angry?" she exclaimed, her ire raising again.

"YOU'VE BEEN SPYING ON US FOR WEEKS! We have no privacy!"

"Privacy?" I responded in a calm voice, wanting her to see things from my viewpoint. "I see what you're saying. But you were never assured any privacy. Besides, you girls are all a bunch of exhibitionists. You like being watched."

"That may be!" Pamela shot back. "But still, you have absolutely no right to invade on our privacy!"

"No right?" I countered in a surprised tone. "Pamela dear... this is my island. This is my mansion. This is not your house or apartment. I have the right to do whatever I want here. If I want to have hidden cameras everywhere - which I do - that is my right." I paused and gently added, "Besides... all of you ladies are being well compensated for your time this summer."

Folding her arms, Pamela was still steaming, but slowly settling down at the same time. She let my words sink in before saying, "Is this how you make your money, Jeremy? Is this how you have become a gazillionaire?"

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Your cameras," she responded. "Do you videotape us

girls together and sell the footage for profit? Are all of our private actions on a live feed... on the Internet?"

Her accusations hit me like an absolute ton of bricks.

I was not expecting something like that.

"You hurt me, Pamela," I returned quietly. "I would never do anything like that to any of you girls. These videotapes are seen by no one except me and Christina." Her eyes bugged-out at those words. "That WOULD be an invasion of privacy. You and the other girls... you all mean too much to me, for me to do something like that."

"Christina is in on this too?" Pamela asked, surprised.

I slowly nodded my head and returned, "Yes, she is."

"And she goes along with it?" the stripper exclaimed.

"Yes," I countered, nodding once more.

"OhmiGod," Pamela said once more. "I can't believe this."

"Christina knows the value of the voyeur room," I told her

in a soft tone. "She knows that whatever happens on the island - thanks to the cameras - it is captured forever on tape. Christina can go back and re-live every moment."

Offering an example, I reached into my keepsake box - which was full of videotapes that I wanted to keep forever. I pulled out one out which was labeled PAMELA AND AMY - 6/18/2001 (LAP DANCE), and flashed it before her eyes.

"Do you remember that?" I asked the blonde as she read the label. "You remember giving Amy a lap dance before you and her had sex together? That was one of the hottest things I have ever seen in my whole life."

"I can't believe this," she quietly returned, her eyes focusing upon mine as her body trembled.

"How about this?" I said, showing her yet another tape. This one was marked DAISY CHAIN / PAMELA'S TABLE DANCE FOR THE GIRLS (6/19/2001). A third tape was titled PAMELA AND JEREMY - OUR FIRST TIME TOGETHER (6/18/2001). I went to retrieve another cassette, but Pamela stopped me.

"I get the point," she said.

"Your words hurt me, Pamela," I told her again. "I would

never show these videotapes to anyone who didn't need to see them. Total strangers, Internet viewers... no way."

The young woman pouted for a moment before nodding her head. "Yes, you're right. That accusation was a bit harsh. But still... you have invaded our privacy."

"No," I told her, shaking my head. "None of you girls were given any privacy. This is like any big hotel, Pamela. There are cameras everywhere. Besides, as I said... this is my island and I can do what I want here. You and the others are being well-paid for your time and effort."

Not only was she a very level-headed person, but Pamela was also passive and giving. Despite her earlier anger, I could tell that her stance was softening more and more with each passing second. She had a submissive, yielding side... "Cameras are not in hotel rooms," the blonde quietly informed me. "At least, I hope they're not."

"Are you going to keep your promise and not tell anyone?" was my next question.

After a short pause, Pamela nodded her head. "I have to.

I've never broken a promise before in my life."

Not knowing how she would react, I slowly reached out with both hands and placed them upon Pamela's shoulders. She flinched for a moment but did not resist. Then, I brought the goddess to me and offered her a warm embrace.

"I love you, Pamela," were my words. "I told you about my secret BECAUSE I love you." After a short pause, I kissed her neck and added, "I know why you are upset. I understand why. But still... this is my island and if I want cameras here, cameras will be here. It's that simple."

"I still don't agree with you," she countered, not making any motion to return my hug with one of her own. "But you have my word, Jeremy. I won't tell anyone else." Pamela paused and added, "If I did... I'm sure you'd know about it with all these cameras and microphones. It's wrong..."

"Perhaps it is," I told her. "But who knows? Maybe by the end of the summer, I'll gather up the courage to tell all of the ladies about my secret as well." I hesitated, then smiled. "That could bring five more slaps for my face."

Showing a definite good sign, Pamela let out a tiny giggle in response to my words. It was music to my ears! "I'm sorry for slapping you, Jeremy. I have no idea where that came from... I've never hit anyone before in my life."

"I deserved to be slapped," I said after ending the embrace. Still, Pamela had made no effort to hug me back. I'm not sure if that was good or bad.

Sensing an opportunity here, I noticed that on the screen which surveyed the kitchen, Amy and Christina were becoming a bit more intimate with each other. Their conversation had been transformed into blissful kisses and an erotic embrace.

On another screen, Torrie was giving Lisa the goods as she pumped her pussy with a strap-on dildo. While highly erotic, I thought it would be best to concentrate on what Amy was doing right now. After all, Pamela and Amy were not only room-mates, but also very close and special lovers.

Flipping off the screen which showed Lisa and Torrie, as well as Trish and Lindsay as they sat together in their room, I pointed toward the screen that oversaw the kitchen. Pamela turned her head away as I did so.

"Just watch this," I told her. "You may like it."

"I can't," she countered. "It's wrong."

"Of all the girls on the island, I think Amy would care

the least about being watched," were my words. "She would like knowing she is being watched. Besides, Pamela... Amy is your girlfriend. Don't you want to see her have sex?"

Pamela's mouth twitched as she faintly shook her head. She was still in denial. Nonetheless, I placed both hands upon her face and gently turned it toward the monitor. Pamela's eyes darted away for a moment, but then she sighed in frustration while finally focusing upon the screen.

I guided her to the swivel chair just in front of the large control panel and had her sit down. Then, I flipped the audio switch for the kitchen on so we could listen to the erotic sounds that both Amy and Christina would make.

This was my one chance to have her see things my way...

* * *

Christina was perched on the kitchen countertop as Amy stood between her legs, their lips pressed together in an erotic kiss. Pamela turned her head away from the screen once more, then looked at it again. In her mind, she was obviously wrestling with her emotions on the subject.

"Look at that," I purred, standing behind Pamela while placing my hands upon her shoulders. "Amy looks like she is enjoying herself. I want you to enjoy yourself, Pamela."

Although she did not give me a response, the blonde pouted while now keeping her eyes on the screen. Gentle sounds of desire could be heard as Amy and Christina swapped both their lips and tongues together in a far-reaching kiss.

The lusty couple upon the monitor then broke their kiss and exchanged knowing grins, before Amy pulled Christina down from the countertop. The red-headed slut ran her hands up and down Christina's lithe body in a leisurely fashion, then Amy grinned again as she started to undo her lover's blouse.

I kissed the top of Pamela's head as Christina shrugged the blouse from her shoulders. Without a bra on underneath, the blonde's perky breasts came into full view. Amy seized the opportunity presented to her as she leaned over and attached her lips and mouth to one of those erect nipples.

I felt my cock pulsing to life as I gently massaged both of Pamela's shoulders. Her eyes were finally fixated upon the monitor in front of her. But at the same time, I could tell by her expression that Pamela did not feel completely comfortable being an un-invited voyeur.

"Oh yeah," Christina sighed as Amy offered her left breast and nipple a series of gentle bites and licks. At the same time, Amy used her right hand to tweak the other nipple. In response, Christina continued sighing in building approval as her head rolled about in obvious arousal.

It wasn't too long before Amy unbuttoned her own blouse and got rid of it. She too, was not wearing a bra. Seconds later, her denim shorts and G-string were discarded as well. Nevertheless, Amy continued paying homage to Christina's firm breasts as she eagerly nibbled and sucked upon them.

Pamela groaned with her first sign of arousal when Amy placed a hand between her thighs and started masturbating. With all of her fingers extended, the nymphomaniac rubbed and caressed herself as she still focused upon Christina.

"Let it out," I whispered to Pamela, still massaging her shoulders. "See... this can be a very exciting place."

Amy's next move was to finally pull her probing lips and mouth away from Christina's small, pert-sized breasts. The insatiable red-head followed that up by extending her arm, then offering Christina's shorts-clad ass a hard swat with her hand. Christina jumped at first, then yelped in lust.

The two ladies grinned at one another as Amy smacked the blonde's ass yet again. Next, the 27-year-old placed both hands upon Christina's slender waist and proceeded to pull her stretchy shorts down - and off. Much to the delight of not only Amy, but myself and (hopefully) Pamela as well, Christina was not wearing any panties.

Now... both ladies on the monitor were completely nude.

Pamela let out another sigh as Christina dropped to her knees before Amy's spread thighs. Using the counter behind her for support as she stood, Amy growled in pure lust as Christina began to probe her tender pussy with her tongue. At the same time, Amy clutched and squeezed her own breasts, which only added to her already high level of pleasure.

Taking a cue from that, I slid my hands from Pamela's shoulders, across her neck and then down to her luscious breasts. I took each of them into my hands and offered both a hard, firm squeeze. Pamela's body arched and she sighed in response, which only encouraged me to fondle her more.

"Oh fuck yeah..." Amy growled, her eyes closed as the 20-year-old from New York orally worshipped her pussy on her knees. I had a full erection as I continued to grope and squeeze away at Pamela's big, heaving breasts.

"Wish you were there with them?" I asked Pamela, gently kissing the crown of her head once again.

"Yeeeeeah..." she responded in a tiny whine, her eyes glued to the screen. "But I like being here with you, too."

I smiled at her words. The tide was changing.

"Touch yourself," I quietly instructed her. "Go ahead and do it, Pamela. Touch yourself. Touch yourself while you watch Christina eat your girlfriend's pretty, little pussy."

"Oh God..." Pamela moaned gently as she slipped a hand downward, between her thighs. Looking down from above, I smiled once again as the buxom stripper began stroking her clit with a pair of extended fingers. "This is wrong..."

"No it's not," I countered in a whisper, as Amy screamed out her passion upon the monitor. "It's human nature. We are all voyeurs, Pamela. Some of us just don't know it yet."

Christina was rewarded for her expert oral work as Amy's pussy exploded in orgasm, creaming the young blonde's face with her sticky, gooey juices.

As Amy moaned and sighed in the sweet aftermath of release, Pamela's body started to buck and churn about in arousal. Not only did she have the images in front of her for pleasure, but Pamela was masturbating with two fingers while I continually groped and mauled her breasts at the same time. I wanted to turn her on, big-time...

Despite the fact that Christina's face and mouth were splattered in her own orgasmic fluids, Amy showed no hesitation as she knelt down and kissed the blonde hard.

The two embraced and rolled around on the kitchen floor for quite some time, before Amy settled between her lover's thighs and immediately started lapping away.

"Is your pussy wet yet?" I whispered to Pamela, while sliding my right hand down her body and then between her own thighs. "Oh yes... it is," I grinned as two of my fingers replaced hers, each starting to pump deep into her.

Christina's body was already beginning to writhe and thrash about upon the tiled floor as Amy deeply probed her pussy with her tongue. I saw a unique opportunity...

* * *

"What are you doing?" Pamela said as I moved around to her front side as she sat in the chair, before dropping down to my knees. I maneuvered myself until I was seated upon the floor, directly between her thighs. Without saying a word yet, I then curled an arm around her waist and pulled her forward... until she was sitting on the chair's edge.

"I want you to keep watching the monitor," I told her, which I could no longer see myself as I was on the floor nestled between her thighs. "Watch the monitor, Pamela... I'm going to eat your pussy and make you scream in orgasm."

"Oh God..." the blonde moaned - her loudest yet.

I smiled while extending my tongue and offering the blonde's sweet, intoxicating slit a long and thorough lash. There should be little doubt that it tasted wonderful to me. With Christina's sighs in the background, I then started to flick and swipe my tongue across Pamela's pussy and clit in quick, rapid-fire succession.

Glancing up at her for a short moment, I smiled again as Pamela's eyes were fixated upon the monitor in front of her. Maybe that hand-slap wasn't such a bad thing after all...

"Oh yeah..." I moaned, my tongue shifting into overdrive upon her tender folds. "You're soaked, Pamela. I thought you didn't like the idea of watching others..."

"It's turning me on," she whined as Christina's screams and sounds of passion were becoming even louder.

"See that roller-ball in front of you?" I said, pausing my oral work for a moment. "It's like a computer mouse but it's built into the control panel. See it?"

"Yeah..." Pamela squealed in return.

"Move it around," I told her. "It controls the camera.

Press and hold the button next to it, to zoom in and zoom out... you can get all different types of camera angles."

I watched as Pamela extended her arm above me. I could not see the screen, but kept an eye on her hand as it played around with the roller-ball. I then heard the faint sound of the camera zooming inward.

"Oh God..." Pamela moaned once again.

"What are you looking at?" I asked, grinning.

The blonde hesitated before answering, "A close-up shot

of Christina's pussy... as Amy tongues away at her. Oh God that is so fucking hot..."

I chuckled to myself. Had I created a new monster?

Picturing the image in my mind, I grinned once more before resuming my oral work upon Pamela's womanly slit. At the same time, I grasped my cock with my right hand and began stroking it. This was turning out to be something special...

Pamela continued playing with the camera above me, her eyes fixated upon the monitor, as I really began to do a number on her pussy. Soon, Pamela started to moan and whine out in sheer arousal as Christina did the same, courtesy of Amy's hot tongue. Both were growling about in unison.

When Pamela clenched her thighs tightly around my head, I knew she was hooked. I continued licking and swiping away at her wetness, enjoying it even more, while causing her to experience greater lust and passion.

"Oh wow..." Pamela sighed as Christina screamed out in carnal abandon, going through the progression of orgasm. I could only picture it in my mind as I'm sure Amy did not slow her oral ministrations upon Christina down one bit. I bet Amy continued lapping away, wanting to gather up all the pussy-juice she could. After all, the slut was thirsty.

Perhaps able to focus upon me now, Pamela reached down with both hands and cradled my head as I continued my oral work upon her. She was close to an orgasm of her own - and I was intent on providing her with one. A BIG one...

"Oh Jeremy this is so nasty," Pamela snarled in total passion, having just witnessed her first encounter from the comfort of the voyeur room. "Oh it's so perverted..."

"I know," I told her, suddenly jamming three fingers hard and deep into her slit. "And you love it... right?"

"YESSSSS..." the busty goddess screamed as her body exploded in a fierce, powerful orgasm.

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