An impoverished Caribbean island nation nears bankruptcy. In order to raise cash income from “tourists”, the nation’s leaders in desperation pass a law — consensual executions of sane and un-coerced foreigners by other foreigners will be legal in public execution areas on the island. Arachnid’s Santamos Island universe
What do you get for a guy on his birthday? Well, if he lives on Santamos Island, that means you want to give him something special. And since he charters guests out to drown in the waters off the island, you want to give him not just any ordinary gift. You want to give him the gift of your life.
I secretly made all the arrangements. I got the paperwork in the mail, filled it out, and then sent it back. Then I flew out the morning of his birthday.
Once I arrived, I checked in with the hotel concierge. She doubled checked all her records. They showed the birthday boy Don Dapperlee had a client scheduled for 1pm. I thanked her before heading down to the marina.
Don wasn’t there. He was attending some sort of meeting. That gave me plenty of time to get on board his boat.
I went below and waited until he returned. He was back by 12:30. I was hiding down in his cabin, giggling like a naughty schoolgirl.
He waited until 1pm. Then I heard him unhappily mutter, “I wonder where my client is. She’s late.”
“No I’m not,” I said as I emerged up from the cabin in my birthday suit.
He looked at me in shock. “When did you get on board?” I told him I’d been on his boat for an hour, but that I hadn’t touched much of anything.
He looked at me kind of funny. “Sandy?” he finally said as he stared incredulously. “What are you doing all the way down here from New York?”
“Happy birthday, Don.” Then I walked up and gave him my deepest, most passionate kiss. His cock instantly hardened in his shorts as he pressed up against me.
“Shall we go?” I told him as I motioned out toward the sea. “Can’t keep our birthday boy waiting now, can we?”
“You came all the way down here from New York… for my birthday?”
“It’s a special treat for the both of us,” I replied as I deliberately rubbed his bulge with my hand.
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The last time I saw Don Dapperlee was on a Saturday night several months ago back in New York. He wined and dined me. Afterwards, I gave him the best fuck of his life in a luxury hotel room… or so I told myself.
Life got a little boring after that. The clients were all the same. Then I learned Don was taking guests out to be drowned on Santamos Island. That sounded thrilling to me. And since I didn’t think I had that much to live for, I decided to give him a visit I hoped he would not soon forget.
Anyway, I wandered around naked on his boat as he took us out. At one point, I got involved with some rope as I showed him my best featuree. I could tell he was practically drooling over me. It gave me the erotic shivers something fierce.
I didn’t tell him where to take me. I just told him to go where the mood took him. It gave me a thrill imagining what he was going to do to me.
He finally stopped the boat. Then he waved me over. “C’mere, you.”
I slunk over to him on my hands and knees. He pulled me up to my feet and bent me over the pilot’s wheel. Then he pulled down his shorts and fucked me right there. Gawd, it was glorious!
Afterwards, he stripped out of all his clothes. Then we both dove over the side for a naked swim. He was all over me, pawing and groping me everywhere.
I finally submerged to suck his cock underwater while holding my breath. I’d practiced back home in the bathtub a few times for this moment. I didn’t want to disappoint either him or myself.
I needn’t have worried. I got a nice mouthful for my efforts. Then we climbed back on board his boat.
He got us both a drink. Then he asked me how I wanted to do this. I told him it was his birthday and to surprise me. I wanted him to have the best birthday ever.
I explained that we both knew how this was going to end. I suggested he treat me as such. So he got some rope and tied my arms behind my back.
He made me suck his cock. Then I climbed aboard his lap. I sat on his tool and rode him as he groped and squeezed my melons.
“I can’t believe you remembered my birthday, Sandy. Are you serious? Is this really the present you want to give me?”
I told him that life had gotten pretty boring back in New York. Then I’d heard about what he was doing down here on Santamos Island. I explained I didn’t know why, but I just had to come down here and see him one last time.
He let me do all the work as I rode him. But I didn’t mind. It was his birthday, and I was there to please.
I got him to cum inside me. But I hadn’t cum yet. He wanted me to enjoy myself, but I told him I was strictly out here for his pleasure.
I finally asked him, “So how do you want to drown me, Don? How do you want to remember me by?”
“You mean it, Sandy?”
“I mean it, Don. How would you like to do me? I mean REALLY do me?”
“To be honest, I’d like to fuck you underwater, Sandy. I’d like to have my cock inside you when you start to drown. Your drowning body would squeeze all the cum right out of me as you hitched, gurgled and bubbled your last. Then I think I’d just like to let you go, your body disappearing out of sight toward the ocean depths.”
His words really turned me on as I gasped, “Gawd, Don; let’s do it now!”
“Ok, Sandy,” he said with a grin as he lifted me up off his dick. I was disappointed when he came out of me. But I knew he would be right back inside within a very short time.
He tied some weights to my ankles. Then he tied me to all that rope I’d been playing with earlier. Afterwards, he got his scuba gear ready.
He had it on and was breathing from it when he pushed me off his boat. I got a big breath before I hit the water with a splash. Then the weights pulled me right down until the rope I was tethered to jerked me up short.
Don came right down to me buck-naked except for the gear on his back. He didn’t waste a moment. He just slipped right into me and started fucking me.
He was nice and hard, and I was horny as hell. It must have been a couple of minutes before my lungs started heaving. But I vowed to hold out for as long as I could.
He groped my boobs as he fucked me. Then the breath burst out of my body. I just couldn’t hold it any longer.
I started spasming and convulsing while impaled upon his shaft. I could feel how hard he was. Then I suddenly felt him start to shoot a hot load up inside me.
I had a glorious cum in the midst of my drowning. He groped my boobs as I quivered and shuddered. The last thing I was aware of was his cock inside me before consciousness faded away.
I don’t know how long he was there inside me. But he finally released me from all that rope. Then my naked body headed down to the depths, a stray bubble coming out of my flooded lungs. All I could do was hope I would end up being the best birthday present of his entire life.
4/4/25 Inspired by the pictures I found on the internet.