We had been on the beach all day and being in the sun always drained my energy. She was itching to go out dancing and drinking I had no intentions of going anywhere so she decided to go herself.
She spent some time looking through the clothes she had brought for dining and dancing. She had assumed I would be with her so most of her outfits had a little more material than her bikinis and were mostly sheer. After a few minutes of poking through her clothes, she threw out a thin satin top that made her tits pop and did not allow for a bra making it even better since her tits have a nice sway to them when she walks braless. The skirt was more of a light chiffon and didn't go much past the tops of her thighs. her red thong was visible through the thin material, watching her it was obvious that in a light breeze, her skirt would flutter around her waist.
She applied an appropriately light covering of makeup for it being so warm and humid. She stood before me, "Are you sure you don't want to go?"
"I will be here when you return."
She looked dangerous, a cat on the prowl tiny skirt and a thin satin top with bare feet. She looked like she already had a pussy full of cum. She didn't take any money or ID, just her phone.
After about 30 minutes she sent a text that she was dancing at a local bar in the middle of town. Not long after she was riding around on a golf cart with two guys drinking. A while later she messaged that she had met up with the old rasta chef we had sort of known for years but recently gotten more acquainted with. After about an hour she messaged that she was ***** and that she had let him feel her tits and finger her while she rubbed his cock through his pants. I had teased her about him and sent back "LOL," not believing her he had to be at least 65. It did make me curious and I waited for her next text eagerly and didn't have to wait long. She texted that they were hot and going for a walk, I knew him and what that meant, he was going to try and fuck her. I knew he was married and she will not fuck married guys so I wasn't worried. I thought she would kiss him and maybe jack him off or at the far end let him fuck her face so I was not ready for the next text, it could not have surprised me more. "He wants to fuck me?" There was no way I was giving her permission to fuck an old rasta tourist fucking chef. He had been with hundreds of women and I could not condone that.
"You're a big girl."
That was the last text of the night. At about 4 AM she staggered in top inside out, little skirt bunched up around her waist, panties nowhere to be found. Cum was running down her legs, in her hair and her tits, ass, and pussy were on full display. Her tits were shiny, covered in cum. She had ridden across town in this state, I don't think she could have looked sexier or sluttier. She said she was tired ***** and wanted to sleep not even bothering to take off her clothing she hit the bed and passed out. When I tried to slip into her now really stretched cum filled pussy she pushed me away.
The next morning we got up and while getting dressed for the day I asked, "What happened last night?"
She got quiet and looked away, when I pressed she said, "I fucked him."
"WOW, you let an old letch rasta fuck you," I jokingly said, "I hope you used condoms because he has surely fucked his way around the globe."
She again looked away and said, "No," I was not expecting that one either she had barebacked an old tourist fucking rasta. She was mad and asked, "Why didn't you try to stop me?" Placing blame on me of course. After an entire day and night, we stopped fighting and decided to keep our vacation going. Fearing her wrath I asked what happened again and she told me:
"I had been driving around with two guys and they met up with him. He immediately took charge of me, making it clear that I was his, this excited me and I submitted to him. He took me inside for a drink. I never intended to fuck him but his dominance had me tingling so I decided to tease him, after all, he is friends with you and would not do anything inappropriate."
"My skirt was windblown up to my waist allowing him a nice view covered only by my red lace thong. I made a show of crossing and uncrossing my legs letting him see. It was then that I noticed he was getting aroused, as was I, my nipples were poking out of the thin satin material but I continued to tease and even complied when he asked me to loosen my top even though I knew it would make my tits visible. When we left the dance floor and went back to the bar I sat on a stool and he stood beside me. His hand went to my thigh and he started to stroke and squeeze with the music rhythmically. I closed my eyes and swayed with his hand, he took this as approval and slid up between my thighs and started to stroke me I was so aroused I started to grind into his finger letting him know to probe on. After that, we went for a walk, and as soon as we got clear of the building he stopped and kissed me pulling my tits completely free and sucking them while continuing to finger me. I knew I had taken it too far, he was past not fucking his friend's wife. I tried to find a way out by asking about his wife. He sidestepped by telling me he wasn't married. I knew he was but let it go, I wasn't sure there was a way of not fucking this old rasta now. We walked down to the docks where the kissing began anew and he told me he wanted to fuck me."
"While he went to get the key to the dock I texted you and told me that he wanted to fuck me."
"I didn't take that text seriously, he is an old man with long dreadlocks that you have always considered dirty."
"I didn't protest upon his return saying he couldn't find the key and we would have to climb over the barbed wire gate but instead drunkenly clamored over the gate and strolled down to the docks trying not to fall in the water with him. We went to the upper deck on his dock and while we were kissing he pushed down on my shoulders, I knew this was my last chance to back out but I let him push me to my knees. He undid his pants and I helped pull his cock free of his pants he was already rock hard from my hours of teasing. I sucked his cock and squeezed his balls in every way a dirty slut would he didn't know how lucky he was in finding a willing slut who loves to be used like a slut. I pulled it out of my mouth as he began cum and let him shoot on my face and tits, stream after stream hitting my face and splashing down onto my tits. I then took the head into my mouth and started to suck not wanting to waste a drop of cum."
"I stood up and told him that next time it would be deep inside me and he instantly reharden. He turned me around and bent me over my drunken mouth making any protest meaningless. I did what he wanted, spreading my legs, knowing how big the coming cock was told me how wide they needed to be spread."
"How big?"
"It was about 10 inches and the thickness of my wrist."
"Go on?"
"I felt the pressure of his extra large cock pressing against my entrance, it was big enough to make an audible plop as the head past my entrance. He worked it slowly back and forth driving it slowly deeper as I moaned and writhed under him once it was in he stopped and let me adjust to his mass before fucking me through several orgasms. When I was done and ready for him to cum I told him to pull out and cum in her mouth. I knew that telling them that always made them cum inside me immediately...."
He lied down on the deck and I sat astride of him and once again my drunken mouth went to work. First, I was rubbing my tits in his face and began talking about him knowingly fucking a friend's wife without permission and he immediately got hard again. I wrapped my hand around his cock and guided it in as I sat on it and rocked back and forth while pushing my tits in his face. His large cock made me cum over and over as I rode him faster and faster driving it deep inside me until he came. We then fell asleep right there on the dock, when we woke up he rolled over onto me and fucked one more load into me."
She did not attempt to cover herself got on her bike and rode back to our hotel and for the next day and a half, we fought over every detail of what happened. Then after coming to an impasse, we decided to go to dinner and cool down. She wanted to go to his place and make sure everything was cool, I agreed and we went.
Arriving he grinned when he saw her and chagrined when he saw me. She walked over to him and hugged him letting his hand slide down her back and squeeze her ass in the very small dress she was wearing before shaking my hand with a grin on his face.
He sat us near the kitchen and after about 5 minutes he stuck his head out and told, not asked, my wife to come into the kitchen. She jumped up and was gone for maybe 3 minutes. When she jumped down the steps the wind caught her skirt and it was clear that her panties had stayed in the kitchen. Her tits were partially pulled out of her top and her face was flushed. Several times during dinner he walked by and when he thought no one else was looking slid his hand into her top to squeeze her tits. She went into the kitchen once or twice more and always came out disheveled and flushed.
After dinner was over we stood talking, she was beside him. I noticed that she had gotten quiet and moved her feet apart and that her skirt was pulled up in the back by his hand that now moved closer to her pussy as he talked about the boat trip we had planned for the next morning. He was excited about the trip, I suspected that he wanted to get her to the other island and fucking her.
As we rode our bikes back to the hotel we talked about the next day and I decided to let her go alone and they could fuck all they wanted and I didn't need to be a hostage while they did.
Back in our room I slid in behind her and pushed my cock into her well stretched out pussy. I tried to find an angle to make it possible to come but finally gave up.
This vacation had a lot more so if you liked this story, which was all true, let me know?
She spent some time looking through the clothes she had brought for dining and dancing. She had assumed I would be with her so most of her outfits had a little more material than her bikinis and were mostly sheer. After a few minutes of poking through her clothes, she threw out a thin satin top that made her tits pop and did not allow for a bra making it even better since her tits have a nice sway to them when she walks braless. The skirt was more of a light chiffon and didn't go much past the tops of her thighs. her red thong was visible through the thin material, watching her it was obvious that in a light breeze, her skirt would flutter around her waist.
She applied an appropriately light covering of makeup for it being so warm and humid. She stood before me, "Are you sure you don't want to go?"
"I will be here when you return."
She looked dangerous, a cat on the prowl tiny skirt and a thin satin top with bare feet. She looked like she already had a pussy full of cum. She didn't take any money or ID, just her phone.
After about 30 minutes she sent a text that she was dancing at a local bar in the middle of town. Not long after she was riding around on a golf cart with two guys drinking. A while later she messaged that she had met up with the old rasta chef we had sort of known for years but recently gotten more acquainted with. After about an hour she messaged that she was ***** and that she had let him feel her tits and finger her while she rubbed his cock through his pants. I had teased her about him and sent back "LOL," not believing her he had to be at least 65. It did make me curious and I waited for her next text eagerly and didn't have to wait long. She texted that they were hot and going for a walk, I knew him and what that meant, he was going to try and fuck her. I knew he was married and she will not fuck married guys so I wasn't worried. I thought she would kiss him and maybe jack him off or at the far end let him fuck her face so I was not ready for the next text, it could not have surprised me more. "He wants to fuck me?" There was no way I was giving her permission to fuck an old rasta tourist fucking chef. He had been with hundreds of women and I could not condone that.
"You're a big girl."
That was the last text of the night. At about 4 AM she staggered in top inside out, little skirt bunched up around her waist, panties nowhere to be found. Cum was running down her legs, in her hair and her tits, ass, and pussy were on full display. Her tits were shiny, covered in cum. She had ridden across town in this state, I don't think she could have looked sexier or sluttier. She said she was tired ***** and wanted to sleep not even bothering to take off her clothing she hit the bed and passed out. When I tried to slip into her now really stretched cum filled pussy she pushed me away.
The next morning we got up and while getting dressed for the day I asked, "What happened last night?"
She got quiet and looked away, when I pressed she said, "I fucked him."
"WOW, you let an old letch rasta fuck you," I jokingly said, "I hope you used condoms because he has surely fucked his way around the globe."
She again looked away and said, "No," I was not expecting that one either she had barebacked an old tourist fucking rasta. She was mad and asked, "Why didn't you try to stop me?" Placing blame on me of course. After an entire day and night, we stopped fighting and decided to keep our vacation going. Fearing her wrath I asked what happened again and she told me:
"I had been driving around with two guys and they met up with him. He immediately took charge of me, making it clear that I was his, this excited me and I submitted to him. He took me inside for a drink. I never intended to fuck him but his dominance had me tingling so I decided to tease him, after all, he is friends with you and would not do anything inappropriate."
"My skirt was windblown up to my waist allowing him a nice view covered only by my red lace thong. I made a show of crossing and uncrossing my legs letting him see. It was then that I noticed he was getting aroused, as was I, my nipples were poking out of the thin satin material but I continued to tease and even complied when he asked me to loosen my top even though I knew it would make my tits visible. When we left the dance floor and went back to the bar I sat on a stool and he stood beside me. His hand went to my thigh and he started to stroke and squeeze with the music rhythmically. I closed my eyes and swayed with his hand, he took this as approval and slid up between my thighs and started to stroke me I was so aroused I started to grind into his finger letting him know to probe on. After that, we went for a walk, and as soon as we got clear of the building he stopped and kissed me pulling my tits completely free and sucking them while continuing to finger me. I knew I had taken it too far, he was past not fucking his friend's wife. I tried to find a way out by asking about his wife. He sidestepped by telling me he wasn't married. I knew he was but let it go, I wasn't sure there was a way of not fucking this old rasta now. We walked down to the docks where the kissing began anew and he told me he wanted to fuck me."
"While he went to get the key to the dock I texted you and told me that he wanted to fuck me."
"I didn't take that text seriously, he is an old man with long dreadlocks that you have always considered dirty."
"I didn't protest upon his return saying he couldn't find the key and we would have to climb over the barbed wire gate but instead drunkenly clamored over the gate and strolled down to the docks trying not to fall in the water with him. We went to the upper deck on his dock and while we were kissing he pushed down on my shoulders, I knew this was my last chance to back out but I let him push me to my knees. He undid his pants and I helped pull his cock free of his pants he was already rock hard from my hours of teasing. I sucked his cock and squeezed his balls in every way a dirty slut would he didn't know how lucky he was in finding a willing slut who loves to be used like a slut. I pulled it out of my mouth as he began cum and let him shoot on my face and tits, stream after stream hitting my face and splashing down onto my tits. I then took the head into my mouth and started to suck not wanting to waste a drop of cum."
"I stood up and told him that next time it would be deep inside me and he instantly reharden. He turned me around and bent me over my drunken mouth making any protest meaningless. I did what he wanted, spreading my legs, knowing how big the coming cock was told me how wide they needed to be spread."
"How big?"
"It was about 10 inches and the thickness of my wrist."
"Go on?"
"I felt the pressure of his extra large cock pressing against my entrance, it was big enough to make an audible plop as the head past my entrance. He worked it slowly back and forth driving it slowly deeper as I moaned and writhed under him once it was in he stopped and let me adjust to his mass before fucking me through several orgasms. When I was done and ready for him to cum I told him to pull out and cum in her mouth. I knew that telling them that always made them cum inside me immediately...."
He lied down on the deck and I sat astride of him and once again my drunken mouth went to work. First, I was rubbing my tits in his face and began talking about him knowingly fucking a friend's wife without permission and he immediately got hard again. I wrapped my hand around his cock and guided it in as I sat on it and rocked back and forth while pushing my tits in his face. His large cock made me cum over and over as I rode him faster and faster driving it deep inside me until he came. We then fell asleep right there on the dock, when we woke up he rolled over onto me and fucked one more load into me."
She did not attempt to cover herself got on her bike and rode back to our hotel and for the next day and a half, we fought over every detail of what happened. Then after coming to an impasse, we decided to go to dinner and cool down. She wanted to go to his place and make sure everything was cool, I agreed and we went.
Arriving he grinned when he saw her and chagrined when he saw me. She walked over to him and hugged him letting his hand slide down her back and squeeze her ass in the very small dress she was wearing before shaking my hand with a grin on his face.
He sat us near the kitchen and after about 5 minutes he stuck his head out and told, not asked, my wife to come into the kitchen. She jumped up and was gone for maybe 3 minutes. When she jumped down the steps the wind caught her skirt and it was clear that her panties had stayed in the kitchen. Her tits were partially pulled out of her top and her face was flushed. Several times during dinner he walked by and when he thought no one else was looking slid his hand into her top to squeeze her tits. She went into the kitchen once or twice more and always came out disheveled and flushed.
After dinner was over we stood talking, she was beside him. I noticed that she had gotten quiet and moved her feet apart and that her skirt was pulled up in the back by his hand that now moved closer to her pussy as he talked about the boat trip we had planned for the next morning. He was excited about the trip, I suspected that he wanted to get her to the other island and fucking her.
As we rode our bikes back to the hotel we talked about the next day and I decided to let her go alone and they could fuck all they wanted and I didn't need to be a hostage while they did.
Back in our room I slid in behind her and pushed my cock into her well stretched out pussy. I tried to find an angle to make it possible to come but finally gave up.
This vacation had a lot more so if you liked this story, which was all true, let me know?
