Patience Is Her Virtue

Patience is a virtue.

Chapter One.

Patience waited for her guest to arrive. She wanted the butler job, she wanted the guest to ask the GM to install her as the butler, so she dressed accordingly.

Her small firm tits were braless, her trimmed black pussy was panty and she had taken the precaution of using an enema up her ass, just in case the guest liked her ass. Her ex-boyfriend wanted to fuck her ass, she didn't really like anal, but she was tight, and Claude's cock would come quickly, sparing her too much discomfort.

Patience, the most ill-named girl was always restless, disdained, and waiting for things to happen. As her breasts came and her pussy hair grew, she knew that it would be her beauty that would make things happen for her. She wasn't going to wait, like her late mother, she would get off the Island, one way or another. She would travel the world, make a fortune and then return to the Island, buy one of the five-million-dollar lodges in the hotel complex, have her butler and fuck him, she was in the mood.

As all 'belongers' knew: the natives either gave rich people her people their lunch or their money. This meant working in a hotel, lodge or bank, but Patience knew she could find a third way. If she could keep the butler position in this lodge; fuck the guest well enough to be permanently assigned, fuck him or her more and be taken away from the island as a personal assistant. Patience knew how to 'butler' she was better than the usual assigned staff, and she knew how to fuck. Man or woman, they were all the same to her; whether cock or cunt; it mattered little to her ambitions.

Now, she waited. The small butt plug was snug in her anus, a little surprise for her guest to enjoy as this one was no ordinary rich man, but the new owner of not only the hotel lodge development but three other island resorts and best of all: unmarried.

"Now, give me a half-chance, "Patience looked up to the heavens. Just half a chance, while I snag this 'off-lander,' and I'll have a permanent post on the Butler staff. And who knows? Maybe it is my chance to get off this island!" She sighed.

In her class of 2000, Patience had always been the prettiest of girls in school, and by 18, the most stunning beauty. Straight, strong white teeth, good perky tits, an ass to die for and a cunt: all the boys wanted to eat with a spoon.

Patience didn't give herself to the first boy she liked, she knew that her pussy was her ticket to better things. She had employed her whore mother to explain and then demonstrate how to perform world-beating fellatio and then watched her mother suck off a man, hidden in the wardrobe.

Patience understood the power of sex and knew she would never surrender it, like her mother. After a 'john' beat up her mother one night and she didn't regain consciousness, Patuence was just old enough to avoid the care system with its institutional abuses.

Getting a job in a hotel gave her some independence. Sure, she had to suck the white manager's dick as part of the interview but after that, she worked hard.

A sharp chine on the security system heralded Harold's voice on the intercom,

"Patty! Your man is here. Good luck beautiful," the intercom snapped off,

"Showtime!" Patience breathed, smoothing her uniform with damp palms.

Paul Martins was not the usual real estate developer. And not the usual millionaire. He had come into his money late in life. The lottery winning of £56,000,000 had given him a lifestyle he could not become accustomed to easily. The same month that he became wealthy, also took his wife, who died from a cough: that became cancer which left him adrift.

To heal, he took a month in the Turks and Caicos Islands and decided to settle on the island. Despite being on the wrong side of 55, he was toned, athletic and good-looking. His short mane of silver made him elegant, and his money drew women to him, but he was cautious and the gold diggers often went off in search of easier pickings, as he didn't swim in the society pool.

That didn't mean he had become a monk! He would sometimes hire a beautiful ebony escort, to remind him of his dead Lexi, when he needed a woman's touch. The Island was his refuge, and when he began to speculate in real estate, he discovered a talent for it, but he never forgot the poorer side of the island. Lexi, although not a 'belonger' had a distant family in the Caribbean and Paul spent a good chunk of any profits on housing for the native community. This philanthropy helped him get his foothold with the right people and when the lodge came up for sale, his bid was accepted. Now, as he shook off any travel shock, he looked forward to a dip in the warm ocean, and a good sleep before settling on a bevy of meetings.

As he walked into the lodge, Patience had already been busy. Paul's luggage had been sent on ahead and she had carefully unpacked and arranged the expensive wardrobe, she had noted no female items, which pleased her, as he

Intelligence had borne out his unmarried or engaged status.

As he walked in, Patience smiled warmly,

"Welcome Sir, I am Patience, and I will be looking after you during your stay," her crisp blouse was tight and the top two buttons were undone,

"Well thank you," Peter was immediately struck by her beauty and a remarkable resemblance to his late wife, "I'm Peter Martins, please call me Peter. I would like to take a swim in your beautiful warm ocean, shower and then...: Patience interrupted,

"Well if there's anything, I can do for you; anything at all," she breathed, the invitation was explicit and Peter felt a stirring in his suit trousers,

"Thank you, Patience, isn't it? You are Hortense's replacement?" Peter had met the older, more experienced butler on his last trip,

"Hortense is on medical leave, she is expected to return soon, but if you're unhappy..." Patience led him in,

"Oh no, not all. I'm sure you will do an excellent job," Peter shook his head, waving the notion away,

"Then if you wish, you can have me permanently assigned to your lodge, and yourself. I would be very grateful for the opportunity to impress you," Patience pitched,

"Well, I'm sure you will impress me that is," Peter smiled.

By the time he padded along the broad walk beach access, and skipped into the hot shower, Patience waited by the door and as he stepped out of the steamy glass partition, he saw Patience, naked waiting to dry him off. Peter's erection sprung up immediately and then Patience dropped to her knees and began to lick and suck on the surprisingly thick swollen rod, that soon penetrated her mouth and touched the back of her throat.

"Oh God! You're so big!" Patience gagged, not flattering Peter as she struggled to accommodate his cock,

"Fuck! Your cock sucking is fantastic!" Peter gasped. Patience slipped off his member, and let her wet strings of thick saliva fall from her chin, into her small pert tits, her nipples already erect,

"If you think my throat is a tight fit, you should fuck my pussy!" She stood up and took his hand, leading Peter to his bed. She mounted the bed, onto her hands and knees, offering her ass and pussy to Peter. To emphasise her submission, she put her head on the sheets, exaggerating her ass and the special little gift she had for him. The neat silver anal plug glinted mischievously in the last rays of the sun,

"That is quite a lovely surprise, but before I play with your tight little asshole, I think I should introduce myself to your cunt!" Peter shuffled onto the bed, he put his mouth to Patience's pussy lips and began to lick and slurp at her sex, and she was getting wetter and wetter with each passing moment, and now with Peter's experienced tongue and lips; her arousal accelerated quickly to her powerfully and unexpected orgasm, as her pussy tightened up, Peter upped th sensations assailing her young body by inserting two inverted fingers into her sex, finding her swollen G-spot, and Patience not being a prude or blushing virgin welcomed her orgasm with clenched teeth and violent shivering,

"That will be the first of many, my dear Patience!" Peter shifted her onto her hands and knees, still quivering, as he pushed his rigid prick deep into her pussy and treated her to six hard wet thrusts, " I think you'd better settle in for the night, my dear. You won't be going home to your narrow couch tonight!"

End of Chapter One.