Note: This title was commissioned by a devoted fan to be written specially to his liking and to include all of his preferences. The practices contained within the story are hard indeed and plentiful but the build up is a little longer than usual to comply with the commissioner's requirements.

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Charmaine stood on the veranda of the beach bungalow looking out over the waves to the horizon beyond, in her left hand the crumpled letter, the one from him. Tears welled up in her eyes and she swallowed hard to stem the rising emotions within her. The weather was hot, very hot and she too was boiling but not with the heat though - with a festering jealous rage that was all consuming and eating away inside her. The normally soothing sounds of the sea, the rhythmic and hypnotic lapping of the waves, today couldn't calm the anger within her and the deep humiliation that she felt.

"Why?" she asked herself aloud. The very same question that she had asked herself a thousand times since receiving his letter, the bastard couldn't even face her to say it, nor had he the balls even to phone. He had taken the coward's way out and simply sent her a 'dear John.'

Charmaine slapped her hand hard down on the veranda railing in anger, the blow so hard and meaningful that it made her palm smart and added further to her growing rage. She turned, sucked in air to stem the rising tirade of swearwords that was welling up in her and was ready to spill out in a venomous tirade of pure hatred. She tempered it, trying to retain at least some level of composure and decorum under such circumstances.

"Damn this heat!" she spat. "Damn this place and damn him and her to hell!"

Charmaine began to cry, her shoulders shaken with the great heaving sobs of misery as all her pent-up emotions came gushing out. Her legs buckled and she sank down onto her knees, her head down and tears streaming down her face, sticking her long, blonde hair to her cheeks and adding further to her feelings of dejection and misery.

For some twenty minutes she remained as she had dropped, on her knees and sitting back on her heels, her mind flashing back to images of him and then of her. It conjured up scenes of them together, enjoying each other's company, of them kissing one another, of them fondling and fucking together in bed. Mental images of the bitch's face, her haughty manner and her good looks came to her, reminders of the many times she had suffered humiliation under her sharp and cutting tongue. Charmaine stifled an involuntary sob, she paused in her painful recollections and then a great calmness came over her, she sniggered just once and then fell silent for a while.

Slowly her head lifted, her lips twisted up in a hate-filled grin of pure evil intent. Her eyes were wide and staring, portraying all of the bitterness she felt and the lust for revenge that she had now attained. A sadistic smile broke on her face and Charmaine began to chuckle.

"Sleep soundly, Teresa," Charmaine said aloud and advisedly to the waves. Her tone and the depth of feeling in her voice then increased to a wicked and spite-filled hiss. "I am coming for you - you fucking little bitch."

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All heads turned as she entered, the tall black-haired girl stole the show, the party coming to a temporary halt and conversation suspended as the guests surveyed the raven-haired beauty longingly. Women, jealously fuelled, looked her over critically and whispered catty comments; men ogled leeringly and whispered lewd remarks full of sexual content.

"My Christ!" one man sighed wistfully. "The length of those legs and the shape of those thighs! They go all the way up to her cute little bum."

"Wow, what a perfect beauty!" his companion stated emphatically as he ran his leering gaze up from her ankles to the tops of her thighs.

"Her tits," another offered. "I like nice neat little tits on a woman and hers are just right for me. Firm and jutting, I always think that more than a handful of tit is wasted."

"The arse," another enthused. "Will you just look at that arse of hers? It's so firm and prominent, so shapely and rounded in all the right places and in perfect proportions. My God, I could..."

"Get your cock up it perhaps?" his companion chided.

"I was thinking more my tongue."

His comment brought forth much laughter before the group of men fell silent once again and it was the big Blackman that broke that heavy silence.

"Whichever part of her you choose to look at she is perfect, simply perfect."

All of the men muttered their agreement and followed her progress as she strode through the milling guests to the group of settees placed in the centre of the large room.

"So perfect," the man continued, "so as to be a positive disadvantage in any relationship and - 'The Temptress' as she is known - will go for a man, get him and then drop him without a second thought before moving on to the next. Beauty she certainly is but under the façade lays a dangerous beast."

One of the group sighed wistfully. "Just that one time with her would be sufficient for me."

All of the men remained silent, in agreement with their friend's statement but without speaking as they continued to drool over the tall and leggy Teresa.

Teresa giggled mischievously and sat back deeper into the plush settee; she crossed her legs seemingly casually but in a deliberate offering of her exposed thighs. The sultry temptress sat confidently, proudly and arrogantly even, bathing in the hungry, leering looks of the men. She sipped at her drink but her eyes roamed the faces and crotches of the gathered men, seeking reassurance that she, and only she, was the centre of attention at the party. She loved the way they would gape at her open-mouthed and drooling, would mentally undress her and focus their gazes on her breasts and legs. She had dressed to thrill as always, black being the wicked colour that matched her hair and complexion, every item in her wardrobe tight and clinging, short and revealing. Her makeup too had been perfected in the quest to attract, the sinister and sensual black mascara and the blood red lipstick that emphasised her mouth to make it the focal point of her face. She giggled softly, aware that men looked to her mouth not as a medium of speech but as one of a soft and warm oral pump that could suck cum from their stiff and eager cocks.

Teresa trailed a painted red fingernail idly over the sheer black nylon of her thighs, from the hem of her short dress to her knee, bringing attention to her legs and then felt a great thud in her vulva as all eyes followed her finger's movement. Her long thighs were one of her best features she felt, shapely and honed, firm and so long given her height. It amused her the way men would stare, hanging on every twitch of her body, over every sigh or sound she emitted and every time she shifted position. They would get hard for her, their cocks swelling up to form pleasing bulges in the fronts of their trousers, confirmation of the best kind for her that she was the star attraction always. Her fingers and hands to them represented a warm and tender grip around their throbbing cocks, delicate little fingers that could stroke and tease, could fondle and bring forth the eruptions of sperm with a seemingly irresistible power of their own.

"Well?" Dan whispered, the sound of his voice close to her ear broke her thoughts. His voice portrayed his irritation and the anger he was struggling to contain. "I said should we go out onto the patio?"

"I'm just fine here talking to these people," she responded icily but with a smile, not even turning her head to acknowledge him. Teresa knew it would annoy him further, would make him more jealous still and the provocation would bring only further attention to her, it would be as it always was - how it should be - with all the attention on her.

He leaned closer, over the back of the settee; his lips almost touching her ear and his tone now containing full venom.

"You are at it again, flaunting yourself and flirting. You are making a spectacle of..."

"Of myself - or of you?" she said sarcastically.

He fell silent for a moment and she could sense his wild rage as he tempered his voice to a low and threatening growl delivered through clenched teeth.

"Please come outside, I wish to talk to you," it was said as a demand not a request.

Teresa beamed her delight, she remained stationary for several moments, displaying fully her unwillingness to be ordered around by him and then she slowly stood up. She made much of straightening herself, of smoothing her dress, running her hands down over her waist and hips as she posed before her dole-eyed audience. Teresa teased a hand at her hair and then checked her makeup in a hand compact mirror, not so much to actually check it but to display herself before her audience.

"What the hell are you trying to achieve?" he demanded angrily once they were alone on the patio.

"Me?" she asked in sweet innocence and with a great mocking smile that parted her red painted lips to show her gleaming white teeth.

Dan paced back and forth, his hands gripping first to form tight fists and then opening again to spread his hands in agitation and to show fully his controlled rage.

"I bring you here. To the Caribbean, to holiday together, for us to be together, to enjoy each other's company..."

"And you aren't enjoying it then?" she mocked in a pained and hurt-filled voice and then turned away to display her contempt and added. "I am though - immensely."

"Too bloody true you are!" he raved loudly, his voice now a full shout. "You pose and flaunt yourself... Christ you are supposed to be with me not all of those...those..."

"Lovely black men?" she offered sweetly to further provoke.

He whirled to face her, spittle spraying from his lips and his eyes blazing fury.

"You act like a tart, dress like a whore and seek the attentions of men in a desperate longing to be accepted."

She threw her head back and laughed in his face, her voice dropped to a low and sensual drawl filled with husky sexual undertones.

"The truth is Dan, that I am very attractive, men find me so, long for me, want me..."

"Conceited bitch," he stated and turned away to show his disgust with her behaviour and her views. "You fucking conceited little bitch!"

She turned and leaned back casually against the railings, her long, slender legs stretched out in front and her upper thighs fully exposed, the hem of her little dress stopping only inches short of her crotch. She idly flicked her foot back and forth to the side, displaying the boredom and the disinterest that she felt with the subject being discussed.

"And that," she simpered but with a hard and spiteful tinge in her tone. "Is the part that you can't handle. Men desire me; I am an object of beauty to them, an untouchable Goddess. A female body to die for and..."

"Silence!"

She simply smiled in response and then stated.

"I can have any man I wish. You Dan, should consider yourself fortunate indeed that I have until now put up with your insane jealousy."

"Huh!" he snapped and opened his arms wide in a gesture of hopelessness and defeat.

She pushed herself up off the railing and her tone then evened to one of controlled threatening.

"I am with you it is true - for now."

"Meaning?" He snapped and shot her a withering stare.

She moved forward, close to him, her lips almost touching his and her eyes staring deeply into his. Her hand moved to cover his cock through his trousers and she held it lightly, her voice was low and sultry as she said.

"Meaning, that I can move on tomorrow - can you?"

He pulled away, his stiffening cock belying the anger he tried to maintain through the sexual feelings induced by her touching.

"So, this is the thanks I get for paying for this holiday for you is it? You are dumping me eh? Just as I dumped Charmaine."

She folded her arms and looked past him to the gathered men inside the villa.

"Not dumping you Dan, simply stating the rules. And that silly little ex-bitch of yours, Charmaine doesn't even come into the reckoning."

He turned to face her, real pain etched in his expression.

"You like the money my real estate business provides us with but not me is that it?"

Inwardly she agreed but stepped forward again, her arms circling his neck to draw him onto and to press against her body. He was useful, as an income as well as spending lavishly on her but otherwise, next to useless.

"Let's not fight, lover. Let's be close and enjoy our time here."

"You'll change then? He asked hopefully. "No more flaunting and flirting?"

"Still jealous eh?" she taunted but avoided answering the question.

"Will you? Mend your ways?"

She broke off, sighed heavily and then walked to the patio doors, Teresa paused and looked back to blow him a kiss before going inside and then slipped her arm through that of a tall and ebony skinned black man.

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