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Holiday Black
by EugeneTB
So I found a Caribbean resort with secluded condos. Do what you like in your own private garden.
I bought long casual shirts, plain colors, long enough to cover frilly panties, and packed tights and stiletto booties. I dyed my longish hair blond white.
The condo was great, secluded, nice garden, sun lounger under palm trees. I unpacked and put on a little make up and my sexiest combination gear and straw hat. Time to explore.
I wandered around the gardens, truly lush, and not just the shrubbery! As I got to the far end I noticed a man scything the grass; top naked, lower half in rough tracky bottoms and sweating slightly in the hot sun; perspiration glistening on those magnificent black pecs.
I smiled at him. "You on vacation" he said, a bit of an obvious introduction. "Yeah" I replied "beautiful isn't it".
I meandered back to the condo and took a look round. There was a wash house at the back and I decided to get my travelling gear into the washing machine. Squatting by the door I loaded up and as I got up to start the cycle I heard someone behind me. I glanced, it was him.
I walked towards the far side of the room and leaned on the wall. He came up behind me, pressing up to me, hot breath on my neck, tell tale bulge rubbing against my cheeks.
He pulled up my shirt and I finished the movement, helping him bring it over my head. His hands, rough, pulled my panties down halfway. I pushed my butt out, leaning against the wall, legs apart. He squatted, lips brushing my crack - thank god I had waxed before flying out. His tongue started to work in, Jesus this was good. Long slow strokes, ever closer to my rosebud.
Then his hands pulled my cheeks further apart. Tongue again, probing, until suddenly, he had it in my rosebud. Wave after wave of glorious sensation started. This wasn't just good, it was unbelievable. My cock was stood up, dripping. My asshole felt moist, soft.
Then he grabbed my hips, spinning me round to face the bench. He pushed me downwards and pulled my panties down to my ankles. I kicked them away. I tried to get my cock down between my thighs but it was no good. It wouldn't shift, pressing against the hard surface of the bench.
The tracky bottoms came down, shooting across the floor. He stood between my legs forcing them wider. I could hear him putting on a condom.
I realised, no lube! My asshole tightened, instinctively, but I thrust up to take what was coming.
With only his spittle and what was on the condom the pain was incredible, beautiful. He was huge. Desperately I tried to place my legs further apart. Sweat trickled from my crack. Slowly, relentlessly, he pushed in.
I screamed, screamed for the pain and screamed for more.
He thrust like a steam hammer, relentless blows, his balls slapping, my little hole was on fire.
I screamed that I was his bitch. He slapped me hard for that. His strokes grew faster, he grunted, breathing shorter now.
Then he pulled almost out, pausing, this time it was my turn. I pushed my butt up, enveloping the whole member again. "Take it bitch" he said, thrusting me down. The hammering continued until suddenly he shuddered, panting, flopping forward to crush me. My legs were jelly, my new cunt - asshole no longer - quivered. It was then I noticed the stickiness underneath me. I had ejaculated, but it was nothing to the sensation burning between my cheeks.
He got up, pulling on his bottoms. "You want more, you call me over." he said.
I surely would.
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