The next morning, the newlywed couple woke up, made passionate love, and took showers together. They groomed themselves, changed into new clothing, and ate a delicious breakfast of pastries and local fruits. Once completed, they answered the knock at the door, who of course was the pint-sized host, Taboo.
“I have to ask, if you don’t mind, but why are you called Taboo? I thought the assistant on the show was called Tattoo.” Marshall slapped her arm to quiet her, but the cat was now out of the bag. Taboo laughed it off as he put their dishes on his rolling cart.
“I get that all the time,” he said, “I’m the third generation from his lineage, and again the TV show is flawed. They had to use a midget to play my grandfather’s character, but I can assure you, my family consists of simply small people. Our genetics are fine, we just don’t grow to your height. Miss Rourke calls me Taboo because of my wicked sexual tastes. I service most of her needs here on the island, including EVERYthing you can imagine.” With a sly smile, he asked the pair to follow him to her office.
They walked across the compound, amazed at how beautiful everything came to be. The compound was manicured to a perfectionist’s standard. Flowers bloomed in pots, in hanging platters, and even in groups outside each bungalow. The grass was meticulously cut to precise height, and the palm trees were uniform in long rows. Every detail had been thought out.
Inside Miss Rourke’s office, much of the décor resembled Claudia’s remembrance of the show. It was as if the producers took photographs of her office and flew back to Hollywood to reconstruct it down to the finest detail. She sat behind her desk and signed papers before looking up. She smiled her sexy smile and offered the two wicker chairs to sit upon.
“So,” she said, “tell me why you’re here. What sort of fantasy did the pair of you have in mind? Remember, nothing is out of our reach to fulfill, and once you choose, you cannot turn back until your week is over.”
Claudia and Marshall looked at each other with blank stares. Neither had put too much thought into their fantasy. Finally, Claudia spoke first. “Well, I know that Marshall wants a sexual fantasy. Being open minded about sex, myself, I’m open to whatever he wants.” She looked at him and with her eyes, asked him to speak freely.
Marshall stuttered at first, but then finally spoke. “I, uh, would love to have a threesome with another gorgeous woman, at least as stunning as my wife.” He looked over at Claudia who merely smiled brightly at him.
“That’s a nice fantasy, Marshall,” Kari responded, “but you didn’t have to fly down here for that. Surely an attractive couple like you two could find someone local to where you live to fulfill that fantasy. I’m guessing there is more going on inside that head of yours. Please, speak freely inside my office.” She folded her arms and leaned back in her leather chair waiting for his answer.
“OK, here goes. I’m going for broke here. Claudia, Kari, I have a fetish that I haven’t spoke to anyone about. I’ve always enClaudiaed the idea of giantess women.” Marshall winced at his last sentence, wondering if Claudia might get up and storm out calling him a pervert. Instead, Claudia sat there next to him and simply asked what a giantess was.
“I can help him here, Claudia.” Kari leaned forward on her desk again and spoke on behalf of Marshall. “You see, Claudia, Marshall has a fantasy of making love to a beautiful woman many times his size. The thought of pleasuring a woman extremely large seems to be satisfying to him, as well as his ego, if he can satisfy a woman of extraordinary height.” Claudia furrowed her brow in confusion, so Kari kept explaining. “Marshall gets off on having sex with a woman who has enlarged body parts. Larger breasts, larger vagina, larger buttocks, and perhaps even longer legs and large feet. Basically, if some is good, then more has to be better.”
“But don’t I have large enough breasts for you, darling?” Claudia turned and asked her husband.
“You do, babe, you really do, but what I’ve always secretly gotten off thinking about, were breasts as big as small cars. A pussy I could slide my body inside. Getting head from a mouth so large she could bathe my legs and cock with her tongue. I want to fit into her cleavage. I want to be carried around in her panties when she walks. I want to be sat on by her ass the size of a parachute. She is my playground. Do you see what I mean?” Claudia still didn’t get it, but held his hand and squeezed it.
|
