GREEK VACATION

As the plane taxied to the runway, Wendy had a tinge of 
excitement run through her as she was finally taking 
the vacation she has longed for so long. Now the long 
flight to Greece has begun, Wendy sat back in her seat, 
turned her iPod on and relaxed. 

Before long she was dozing off. It couldn't be helped, 
she had booked the latest flight to save some money and 
being such the plane was not crowded at all. As she 
drifted in and out of sleep, she barely noticed the 
gentleman sitting in the next row. A tall dark man, 
with penetrating eyes, clean shaved head and dressed in 
comfortable but none-the-less expensive clothes. 

Little did Wendy know, but the gentleman was eyeing her 
with a most peculiar look in his eye. It wasn't until 
the sun broke on the horizon and Wendy woke that she 
noticed him. The gentleman was no longer paying her any 
attention, however Wendy was taken with his tailored 
look and his air of importance. 

The flight attendant brought the cart with breakfast 
and coffee, offered the gentleman his breakfast and 
coffee, lingering too long in conversation. There was 
no need to say anything, as Wendy, unexpectedly, was 
brought to the attendants attention by the gentleman, 
as he said in a so sexy accent, "I would like to buy 
the young lady breakfast" motioning to Wendy. 

As though she didn't previously notice Wendy, the 
flight attendant turned and politely served the 
breakfast. Wendy thanked the gentleman and as the 
attendant turned to leave, Wendy asked how long it 
would be until they landed. The attendant continued on 
her way not acknowledging Wendy. 

With a slight smile on his face the gentleman leaned 
toward Wendy patted her hand and said, "Please, don't 
mind her. It won't be long now, I expect another hour 
and we will be making our descent." 

Wendy blushed deeply as a jolt of excitement rushed 
through her as his strong hand patted hers. She didn't 
know where it came from, but this man, this stranger, 
made her feel very aware of her body, her breathing, 
her very being. 

He left her alone as she finished her food, as was 
barely aware of what she was doing. Almost 
automatically she ate, strangely aware of her heart 
beating, her shoulder length brown hair cascading over 
her shoulders. She debated, thought very hard and told 
herself, "What the hell, it's vacation" and turned to 
the gentleman and asked him where he was from, his 
accent was intoxicating.

He smiled the same peculiar smile he had when he was 
eyeing her sleeping and said, "I am on my way home from 
a business trip. I live in Greece on a little island 
called Tragonisi Island." 

For the rest of the flight, his smile had returned to a 
benign smile as they conversed. Wendy unknowingly and 
uncontrollably revealing much to him and he revealing 
very little to her. She had learned his name was Miklos 
and that people in the states call him Mike. Wendy 
learned that he owns and runs a business that takes him 
all around the globe but his home was Greece .

As the captain of the plane came on the intercom and 
stated that they had been cleared for landing and were 
descending, Miklos took Wendy's hand in his and said, 
"It would be an honor to have you for dinner at my home 
in two days time. Would you do me this honor?"

Once his hand touched hers, she flushed and her 
breathing quickened. Breathlessly, she said yes and 
Miklos added, "I will have a car pick you up at your 
hotel to take you to the marina. My yacht will bring 
you to the island. Please be ready at 7," without 
hesitation Wendy agreed. Miklos added, "You may bring a 
bathing suit if you like, the water will be perfect for 
a swim in the ocean." 

The plane landed and they said their goodbye's, Miklos 
took Wendy's hand in his and bowed to kiss her hand. As 
his lips brushed her skin, Wendy's body reacted, 
sending chills and excitement from her head down to her 
toes. His peculiar smile showed itself once again as he 
released her hand, watched her get in her cab and leave 
for her hotel.

Miklos retreated to his island and Wendy soaked up 
Athens, letting it permeate her every pore, eagerly 
awaiting her dinner with Miklos.

Time seemed to pass ever so slowly as Wendy anticipated 
meeting the man from the airplane again. The evening 
prior to the dinner, as Wendy was relaxing and having a 
drink on her balcony, there was a knock on the door to 
her hotel room. 

Wendy opened the door and a man dressed like a butler 
stood holding a large box with a bow. The man said, 
"For the lady to wear tomorrow. Miklos sends his 
greetings and hopes you find Greece enjoyable. Should 
you need anything, anything at all, please use this 
phone. I am at your service." With a look of utter 
bewilderment, she accepted the box and phone, the man 
bowed and backed away as she closed the door mesmerized 
by what had just happened. 

Wendy retreated into her hotel room, box in hand, 
looking around as though she didn't believe she was 
alone. She placed the box on the bed and slowly pulled 
on the red ribbon, releasing the bow. With quickened 
breath she slid the top of the box off and found inside 
a silk, black dress that was exquisitely made. 

Holding the dress by the straps, she moved to the 
mirror and held the dress against herself, wondering 
how he could have known her size, as the dress 
seemingly would fit perfectly. 

Wendy's mind began to race, how did he know where she 
was staying, she didn't recall telling him the name of 
the hotel, though she had to admit, she couldn't 
remember much of the conversation they had on the 
plane. It had all appeared through a fog to her, almost 
as though it were a dream. 

The dress was carefully placed on a hanger, as though 
it were crystal and would break at the slightest touch. 
Wendy sat on the edge of the bed, curious and slightly 
scared though more excited than she had ever been.

Looking at the dress hanging in the closet, slight 
panic set in. How was she going to do her hair? 
Thinking hard, she leaned back on the bed, and as 
though it had a mind of its own, the phone slid and hit 
her hand. She wondered. Could she? Should she? And with 
reckless abandon, she picked up the phone and dialed 
the only number in the contacts list. The man answered 
in a formal and polite manner, asking how he could help 
the young lady. 

Wendy and the man on the phone spoke for about 5 
minutes, then it was all set. She changed into her baby 
blue cotton pajamas, thinking how silly it was for her 
to pack them. As she drifted off to sleep she thought 
about buying new pajamas, pajamas for a woman.

The blazing sun hit Wendy's face in the morning, waking 
her. She looked over at the clock. 8 AM, she had an 
hour to get ready. Wendy slunk into the shower being 
sure to shave and she dressed. As she put in her 
earrings, the hotel phone rang. The voice on the other 
end said there was a car for her. 

Grabbing her bag, she left the room and hotel in the 
car that was sent for her. In the front seat was the 
man who gave her the box and answered her call the 
previous evening. He merely stated, "Miss Wendy, 
everything has been arranged, please sit back and 
relax."

The car pulled up 45 minutes later in front of a spa. 
She had merely asked for someplace that would fix her 
hair and makeup for her dinner, however the butler 
arranged for a day at the spa.

Wendy couldn't believe it. They treated her like a 
princess. Her every desire was granted. Manicure, 
pedicure, and for the first time ever, she had a 
Brazilian wax. She wasn't sure why, but it seemed the 
right thing to do. Soaking in a mud bath, full body 
massage, from what she could tell, she had every 
treatment she had ever heard of.

Wendy was brought to the salon where her hair and 
makeup were done to perfection. Amazingly, when she got 
up to change, as time was running late and she would 
have to hurry back to the hotel to get dressed, she 
entered the dressing room where she found the black 
dress hanging there.

With a rush of fear, Wendy realized the bra and panties 
she had brought would not quite go with this slinky 
dress. She poked her head out of the dressing room door 
and quietly said, "Umm, excuse me." The woman who 
answered her, it seemed read her mind, and brought her 
a strapless bra of most magnificent beauty, with 
matching panties that would not show the slightest 
under the dress.

Wendy dressed in quiet awe, looked in the mirror and if 
she had not known it was her standing there, she would 
have thought it were someone else. She slipped on the 
shoes that were also left for her and exited the 
changing room. Immediately 3 women came to her primping 
and fixing any area that needed a slight touch. 

Blushing deeply, Wendy thanked everyone and took her 
bag, which magically had been replaced as well with a 
slinky black bag, attempted to tip the women, who 
quickly left the room not giving Wendy the chance. 

As she left the spa, the butler smiled, took her hand 
and simply said, "Everything was taken care of and may 
I express that you look stunning." He helped her into 
the car and they headed off to the yacht that would 
take her to Miklos' house. 

The events of the past 24 hours passed through Wendy's 
mind as they drove up to the 140' yacht docked at the 
marina. Wendy boarded with wonder and excitement. The 
captain introduced himself and explained that it would 
be a 45 minute cruise to Miklos' island. Wendy 
stuttered and said, "Excuse me, did you say HIS 
island?"

The captain smiled and said, "Yes, the island has 
belonged to Miklos' family for many generations." With 
that the captain bowed and returned to sail the boat to 
the island.

Wendy was escorted to the stern of the boat, sat next 
to the pool as the sun was turning gold over the 
horizon. Three servants presented Wendy with grapes, 
cheese and wine as she sat, mesmerized by the sinking 
sun and the experience she had been having.

After what seemed like a very short time, the first 
mate, came and brought Wendy to the front of the boat 
where an island was quickly forming. Within minutes the 
yacht pulled up to the dock and she was being helped 
off. There Miklos stood with two glasses of wine, 
dressed in a very informal shirt and pants, no shoes 
and a warm glow to him.

He handed Wendy a glass of wine and took her hand, 
spinning her on the spot, only saying, "breathtaking". 

Hand and hand with Miklos, her other hand holding a 
glass of red wine, he led her up the pier and toward a 
magnificent house on a hill ahead of them. 

As Wendy and Miklos made their way up the hill toward 
the house, the landscape and surrounding area revealed 
itself. It was a magnificent estate. Palm trees, 
flowering plants that created aroma's Wendy had never 
imagined were planted in just the right spots. 

On they walked, ever closer to the house that expanded 
before her eyes. The house blended into the landscape, 
and Wendy imagined that if she were out on a boat, the 
house would be barely visible. Tall windows lined the 
walls, allowing plenty of light into the rooms as they 
made their way to the back patio where a pool was laid 
out before her eyes. 

It seemed as though the pool drained right into the 
ocean, for a short walk from the back patio was the 
most pristine beach Wendy had ever seen. White sand, 
clear blue water and privacy where the only people able 
to see that side of the island were boaters, however it 
would have to be from a distance as the depth of the 
water was minimal, she could see the water deepen in 
color where there was a drop off in the depth. 

Taking in the grand sight before her, Wendy turned and 
on the patio and set before them was a candle lit table 
with a chilled bottle of wine. Miklos walked her over 
to the seat and pushed in her chair as she sat. Sitting 
opposite her, he poured another glass of wine and 
together they sat and talked as the sun set over the 
ocean. 

Dinner was brought to them by servers, though Wendy 
knew not where they came from. Fresh Mediterranean 
salad, and the most delicious entrée she had ever had. 
Followed by dessert of strawberry shortcake and ice 
cream.

As the night sky emerged before them, Miklos took Wendy 
by the hand and danced to music that seemed to just 
appear out of nowhere. They danced for what seemed to 
Wendy to be hours. The stars twinkling in the sky and 
the soft lapping of the ocean. 

Miklos lead Wendy down the short walkway to the beach, 
where they sat on a blanket already laid out for them. 
Ever so briefly Wendy thought about how he must have 
had this so planned out, however this thought was 
quickly replaced by rapture as Miklos moved his head in 
and kissed her under the moon and stars. 

Her body seemed to jump to life as they embraced. She 
never felt so alive. Fully aware that her hands were 
eagerly unbuttoning his shirt, however unable to stop 
herself. Miklos broke their embrace stood and removed 
his shirt. His ever so perfectly formed torso being 
soaked in by her eyes. Even as she sat there watching 
in awe, she was aware of her quickened breathing as 
turned and removed his pants. His tight ass just at eye 
level, he walked into the sea. 

Turning toward her when the water reached the middle of 
his chest, he called for her. "Wendy darling, come, the 
water is magnificent." 

Her mind told her not to, however her body seemed to 
follow his command. She stood slipped the straps of her 
dress off her shoulders, peeled off the bra and panties 
and slowly walked into the sea after him. 

He met her kissed her briefly and turned her around, 
running his hands over her supple breasts, kissing her 
neck. She let him, explore her body with his hands. So 
quickly she was in his control. She knew it and once 
more he knew it. Her moans egging him on and she 
allowed him to enter her. He was a natural lover, she 
followed his rhythm and met his every thrust. 

Wendy knew it wouldn't take long, her own hand slid 
down and rubbed her throbbing clitoris. As Miklos 
kissed her neck, his hand on her breast, Wendy's hand 
rubbing her clit, she convulsed as the orgasm overtook 
her. 

Her orgasm was intense, as he thrust into her and her 
orgasm continued, she began to feel lightheaded and 
everything faded to black. 

The golden glow of the sun crept up the handsomely 
decorated bedroom, soft aroma of coffee drifted through 
the air like morning fog, Wendy's eyes slowly opened as 
the ocean lapped against the beach close by. Slowly the 
room came into focus, however it was not her hotel 
room.

Her slender body stretched in the silk sheets and she 
came to the realization that she was only wearing a 
man's shirt. The sheets felt smooth to her skin and 
slowly she left the bed and moved to a window where an 
antique looking telescope stood. She peered through the 
telescope and adjusted the lens so she was looking at 
the beach on the mainland. Now more than ever she 
realized how different she must appear, for the women 
on the beach were topless, with bronzed skin. Wendy 
turned to the mirror and saw her very slightly tanned 
body in it's reflection with noticeable tan lines. 

What had happened the evening prior slowly crept into 
her mind and she blushed. Hurriedly she looked around 
the room for clothes when there was a knock on the 
French doors leading to the patio and pool.

She peered through the lace curtains and saw Miklos 
standing there with a tray with coffee and fruit. 
Standing there in the morning sunlight wearing only 
boxer/brief bathing trunks, little droplets of water on 
his body. It seemed he had just left the pool or ocean 
to bring her something to eat and drink.

The gravity of what happened to her started to sink in. 
He knocked again and said, "I will have coffee and food 
for you to the table, please join me. There is no need 
to be shy."

There was a sense of directive in the way he said 
things, Wendy sensed that it was not a request but a 
command. Rummaging in the armoire she found a pair of 
khaki pants which she hastily put on. 

Being sure to check the mirror before exiting the room, 
Wendy was sure that her breasts were covered. She 
exited through the French doors and sat opposite 
Miklos. He poured her a cup of coffee and slid a bowl 
of assorted fruits across to her. He simply smiled and 
said, "There was no need to dress, we are alone today. 
I have given everyone the day off. I hope your sleep 
was refreshing." 

He sipped his coffee, stood and strolled to the pool 
where he dove in, leaving little ripples in the water. 
Completing one lap as Wendy looked around, drank some 
coffee and ate some fruit, Miklos put his arms on the 
side of the pool facing Wendy. "A morning swim really 
invigorates the body, why don't you join me?" Again 
Wendy sensed that he was not asking her, but commanding 
her, and before she knew what she was doing, the shirt 
was on the ground and she was sliding the pants off her 
body. 

For the first time, Miklos had a perfect view of her 
body. The evening before was dark and he was unable to 
accurately see her. Standing approximately five foot 
six inches tall, with silky brown hair, Wendy found 
herself trying to cover her breasts and groin from his 
eyes. "Now, now, please, you are beautiful and in time 
you will come to acknowledge this simple fact. Put your 
arms at your sides and let me take in your marvelous 
body."

Wendy obeyed, her arms now at her sides, blushing a red 
deeper than the blood that she felt rushing all over 
her body. His eyes moved from her angelic face, blue 
eyes, to her pert breasts, grapefruit sized, oh how he 
loves natural breasts. Down her sumptuous abdomen to 
her hips, only slightly larger than her waist, her body 
was very much what he loved. Her slightly muscular legs 
clamped together to keep his eyes from penetrating her 
most private area, though deep down she knew it 
wouldn't be long before he would be able to ravage her. 
It was her destiny to be taken by this man in every way 
he wanted. 

He held his hand out and she slowly walked to him and 
he put his hands on her waist, lifted her with apparent 
ease and slowly descended her body into the 
surprisingly warm pool. Immediately though her body 
erupted into goose bumps making her already hard 
nipples harder. 

He brushed her hair out of her face with the slightest 
of touch setting off more goose bumps. Their eyes met 
and she submitted. He knew she was his now and would do 
whatever he asked of her. If he wished, she would walk 
through the center of Athens naked, however his wish 
was to give her pleasure the likes of which she had 
never even dreamed possible. 

Miklos kissed her, their tongues entwined like snakes 
mating. Her arms groping his body, pulling him against 
her own body. She wanted to feel him, to become one 
with him. Wendy broke their kiss, licked his neck, 
moving ever slowly downward. Tonguing his nipples, 
Wendy licked her way down his chest and rock hard abs. 
Looking up at him, she took a deep breath and submerged 
her head and took his hardening cock in her mouth, 
sucking him into her mouth and blowing his cock out, 
repeating this action to his pleasure. 

Wendy remained under the water as long as her lungs 
held air. Reluctantly she surfaced and immediately 
Miklos slid his arm under her knees and around her 
shoulders, lifting her and walked out of the pool with 
her looking adoringly up at him. 

Inside he took her, not to the room where she had slept 
but to another room where a four poster bed stood alone 
in the middle of a huge room. He placed her with ease 
in the middle of the bed. Beneath the pillow he removed 
a blindfold which he proceeded to put on her. He took 
her left hand and caressed her arm from the fingertips 
to the shoulder, and as her arm was stretched he 
strapped her to the post.

Wendy did not fight. She would do anything he wanted. 

As he made his way around the bed, his hands caressed 
and massaged her body, being sure to keep away from 
where he knew she wanted him. Her arms and legs now 
bound to the bed, she pulled slightly, if only to test 
the strength of the straps. She waited with baited 
breath, waiting for him to enter her, to lick her, to 
do anything to her and there was a creak some distance 
away and the sound of a door shutting.

MY VACATION

I raised my head slightly from the pillow, my eyes centered, as
were my partner's, on our point of union, the point at which his long,
thick cock was thrusting into me. I was twenty-three and had never been
fucked so well before in my life. Now this lean, muscular man was
beginning to moan that he began to cum in me.

 His head bent back and his eyes rolled upward as he began to
growl and fuck me even harder than before. I thought I could feel the
throbbing of his cock as he shot his hot load into me. I bit my lip
with excitement as I stared at his handsome black body, balanced,
cradled, pumping between my spread thighs. His orgasm seemed to go on
for close to two minutes before his body began to relax on mine. It was
surprising to me because this was his second; I'd given him a blow job
and sucked his first load into my mouth in a cabana on the beach less
than a half hour earlier. I've never seen a man cum so long before.

 "Roll over," I said, "but don't pull out of me. I want to cum,
too."

 We rolled over in the bed and, from my position on top of him
with his cock still hard inside me, I tightened my stomach muscles and
ground my clit against the base of his cock. He reached for my tits,
swinging in front of his face, and rubbed the left one with both hands
while he sucked on my erect nipple. In a moment or two, I had the or-
gasm I wanted. The waves of my orgasm seemed to envelope my entire
body.

 Then I lay still on top of him.

 I had come to Jamaica for a mid-winter vacation, as much to get
away from the ski instructor I'd been fucking for the last four weeks
as to get away from the cold weather. I had turned 23, three months
earlier. At five-six and 120, I know I'm attractive to men. I have
short, light blondish hair brushed away from my face which a guy once
described as terminally cute, blue eyes, and what my father said was
an electric smile. Those are the obvious features.

 Less obvious when clothed is the rest of my body except, of
course, for my breasts which are impossible to hide in virtually any
clothing. They're big, a full 34-C, but perfectly formed and erect; I
really don't need to wear a bra. I love to have them rubbed and have
the nipples sucked. The combination of a deep kiss and some tit rubbing
even through a blouse and bra, virtually guarantees a wet crotch.

 My tummy is smooth, flat and hard, and my thighs are firm.
Everything is in proportion and I have to admit that the result is
beautiful. Nude, I have a figure that can bring a man to erection in
seconds. I actually like to look at myself in the mirror. No insecuri-
ties about my body.

 And I love to fuck. But believe me, I'm very selective. Only
real cute guys, who have the right attitude. I mean a girl can be just
as particular as she wants, all we have to know is that most guys will
do anything for sex.

 On arriving at the hotel where I planned to spend a long week,
I'd changed into a bikini and headed for the beach. The bikini bottom
was cut high on the hips with little more than a thong up the back,
exposing of my derrière to view. I'd had my front waxed free of hairs
that might have shown at the crotch. The top of my bikini had been
custom tailored to show off my perfect breasts; I was showing off the
parts of my body I felt were most attractive to men.

 When I got to the beach, I was surprised to see that most women
were topless. Although I felt some reluctance at first, I hadn't been
in the sun more than fifteen minutes before I decided to remove my top,
as well, and expose mine to the Caribbean sunshine. I rubbed some sun-
screen on my nipples to keep them from burning and tanning lotion on
the rest. It excited me to think of the surprise some new lover back
home in Colorado would find in my fully tanned tits. My nipples became
erect from the thought and the rubbing. As I looked around, sizing up
the other women, I realized I had the best tits on the beach.

 As I sat there by myself, a slender, muscular man detached
himself from a group nearby and walked toward me. As he approached, I
could see the bulge in the crotch of his French-style bathing suit. I
wondered if his cock were hard from looking at so many sets of bare
tits and round asses on the beach. And how long it might be. I found
him attractive, in an earthy, animal way and wondered what it would be
like to fuck him.

 He introduced himself as Palo, one of the managers at the hotel
and welcomed me to his island. I could see that his eyes were alter-
nately on my face and my tits as he spoke. I felt my nipples get even
more erect; I could feel a mild pulse in the right one. He invited me
to join him at his cabana down the beach for a welcoming drink. After
brief consideration and more conversation, I agreed.

 I felt amazingly excited, walking down the beach with this
handsome and muscular man, whose crotch was bulging, while I could
feel my bare breasts bounce with each step I took through the sand.
I realized my crotch was getting wet from the excitement and hoped
it wouldn't soak through my bikini bottom.

 At his cabana, he poured a rum drink for me from the iced
pitcher on the miniature bar and then one for himself. He toasted
my happiness on the island, we drank, and he put his glass on the
bar. With no warning, he reached out and stroked my nipples, running
one hand over both. To my surprise, I stood in my tracks and, unwit-
tingly, began to smile. Encouraged by my response, he continued to
rub my tits, now one in each hand, and roll my erect nipples between
his thumbs and forefingers.

 "We're by ourselves, here," he said softly.

 I put down my drink and reached for his crotch, rubbing his
hard penis through his bathing suit. Then, without hesitation, I
pulled down his bathing suit and freed his erection. It bobbed up in
front of me, more than seven inches of slender, hard, black meat. I
sank to my knees on the sandy floor of the cabana and stroked it with
one hand, caressing the dark purple and bulging cock head, then slid-
ing my lips over it. I began to suck gently on it and felt his hand
move behind my head, holding it in position, as he began to thrust
with his hips, taking control of the blow job, fucking my mouth,
fucking my face.

 I was thrilled by the length of his cock and could imagine how
it would feel deep in my cunt. I kept my hand wrapped around the base
of it to keep him from putting too much of it in my mouth at once.

 After a few minutes of face fucking, he released his hand from
my head and took his cock from my mouth. "Over here," he said as he sat
in a folding chair on the sand. I moved to the chair and continued the
blow job, my hand stroking the cock shaft and my lips sucking and
sliding across the head and the first three or four inches. Soon it was
throbbing and spurting it's load of cum into my mouth. It was a large
load and a long cum; I had to swallow four times. My companion, his
orgasm finished, smiled at me as I stroked and kissed his now-softening
cock.

 "You're a swallower. You swallowed every drop of my cum. That's
good. Only the most sexually exciting women swallow cum."

 "I like it," I said. "I like the taste of cum. It seems to make
me want to fuck more. Let's go up to my room now. I want to feel your
cock in my cunt. I want to cum, too."

    ^^^

 Now that I had cum, here in the privacy of my hotel room. I
rolled off him, feeling his soft cock slide out of me, thinking about
the next position in which we might fuck. Missionary was good for a
first fuck but we could be more creative.

 "That's the first time I've fucked that well."

 "Was it that different from the other men you've had?"

 "A lot. Everybody fucks differently. But your cock is longer
than most. I could feel the head of it rubbing against my cervix. That
was exciting, having you that deep in me. Would you like another blow
job? I'd like another fuck if I can get you up hard again."

 He positioned himself above me, his limp cock dangling above
my face, and buried his face between my thighs. Even before I could
start sucking, he began to lick the mixture of his cum and my cunt
juices from between my pussy lips. Then he began stroking my clit shaft
with his tongue. It created a wonderful, tingling sensation in my hips.
I realized I might cum again, soon.

 I licked his cock head, then began sucking on it steadily. As
he began to harden, his hips began to move in a fucking motion, again.
I enjoyed having my face fucked and relaxed, letting him pump his
hardening meat into my mouth, running my tongue around it as it entered
and left and re-entered my mouth. I tightened my stomach muscles and
began to cum as he licked me.

 Now he was fully hard and I was orgasmic. I pulled away from
him, sliding to the side and out from underneath him.

 "Fuck me again. Stick it in me from behind. Hang on to my ass
and get it as deep into me as you can. And fuck me hard; I'm already
cumming."

 I knelt on the bed, my hands on either side of a pillow, as he
positioned himself behind me. I felt the head of his cock between my
pussy lips and then, with a single thrust, he buried all seven inches
of thick meat in the warm wetness of my cunt. My orgasm, which was well
underway from the pussy licking, swept me away. He was giving me long,
fast, deep strokes. I reached back and began fingering my clit. I could
feel my tits swaying with his thrusts, my nipples brushing the pillow.
I wondered how long it could last.

 In the positions that were to come, we lasted a long time. He'd
been fucking me, hard and deeply, for more than five minutes when I
decided I'd like a different position.

 "Let's switch," I said. "I'll lie at the edge of the bed with
my legs over the side. You put your feet on the floor and lean over me,
brace yourself on the bed with your hands."

 He pulled his cock out of me and I slid to the side of the bed,
my pussy at the edge of the mattress. This position would stress my
tummy muscles even more and the orgasm that I'd be enjoying next would
be even more intense.

 Then he was in me again, this time fucking me with a slow,
steady stroke, but as deeply as before. And he was able to lean for-
ward and suck my nipples again, first one, then the other, and kiss my
tits. The orgasm was even more intense than I had expected. I could
feel my cunt going into spasms. It had happened to me only twice
before.

 The contractions in my cunt made it even tighter around his
cock. As much as he tried to hold back, to delay cumming for a third
time in me, a beautiful, big titted blonde,  he couldn't contain it.
He came again, waves of beautifully agonizing spasms seizing his body
as both of us bent our heads to look at our fuck. It was too extreme.
He had to pull it out of me.

 As he flopped down on the bed beside me, I was in a frenzy. I
grabbed the still hard rod and began sucking on it. He screamed as he
went back into orgasm again but he didn't pull away, continuing to cum
in my mouth for a full minute before I stopped and turned to lay beside
him.

 "You are a great fuck," I said. "I think I'm really going to
enjoy this vacation."

 It was three hours later before we dressed to leave my room.
We'd fucked four more times. I lost track of my orgasms. We'd fucked
in every position I knew, some of which were new to Palo. We'd fucked
in missionary, rear entry, edge of the bed, sitting in a chair with me
straddling him, in the same position on the edge of the bath tub,
standing face to face against the bathroom door frame, standing from
behind with me bracing myself against the bathroom sink, with me sit-
ting on his cock as he lay in the bed -- facing first toward his feet,
then toward his head,  lying on our sides and with him holding me, my
legs wrapped around him, as he walked around the room. A dozen posi-
tions, my full repertoire.

 We showered together, dressed, Palo from a bag that he'd
brought from his cabana, and headed for the dining room.

 It turned out to be a great vacation, Palo was great, and so
was Vincent, and Dominic, and Bobby, oh and Palo's little brother
Manuel.

FRENCH WEST INDIES VACATION

Vacation time is an excellent opportunity to fulfill 
any hot fantasies you may harbor. Transported to an 
exotic locale, away from all the stresses of home 
life, and the freedom of being anonymous in a 
different culture all contribute to a sense of 
freedom. Such was always the case with me and my 
submissive blond wife. 

We picked a beautiful island in the French West Indies 
(FWI) known for its many beautiful beaches, exotic 
Creole culture, and out of the way location. The 
French beaches are all topless, and several are 
totally clothing optional. We both enjoy swimming in 
crystal clear waters without the clinging swim suits, 
and my hard body wife likes lying on the powder white 
sand, exposing her shaved pussy with two glittering 
rings through her labia. 

After making friends with some of the locals, we heard 
about a remote nude beach that tourists do not 
frequent. It is located on the western tip of the 
island, and is so remote that taxis won't go there. We 
drove there in our rental car, and the effort was well 
worth it. The beach was mostly deserted and absolutely 
unspoiled. No restaurants, vendors, paragliders, none 
of the usual tourist merchandizing. Just a gorgeous, 
pristine beach and jungle behind it. We locked up the 
car and walked about a mile up the beach. The only 
other people we saw were a nude French woman and her 
boyfriend about 100 ft. away from us. My wife stripped 
down and was reading her book with her legs spread 
facing the Caribbean Sea.

After about 20 minutes, I noticed a young man treading 
water in the ocean. He looked to be in his early 20s, 
Creole, and clearly, he was lined up so that he could 
see right up between my wife's legs. The hot sun was 
getting to me, so I decided to cool off with a swim. I 
swam out to the Creole guy, and he looked a little 
nervous as he was clearly taking in the view of my 
wife's tits and pussy. I treaded water with him and 
enjoyed the view myself, and he was reassured. He 
didn't speak English and my French was not good enough 
to converse with him, but not much needed to be said 
as we both enjoyed the view. 

I swam back to shore and told my wife she had an 
admirer. She just smiled and noticed that my 8" cock 
was at half-mast. She looked at me and said, "Looks 
like I have 2 admirers; let me take care of that for 
you." With that, we grabbed a beach towel and headed 
into the jungle. As I turned around, the guy in the 
water looked quite disappointed, so I gave him a 
"follow me" hand gesture as we disappeared into the 
jungle. Once in the jungle we were surprised to see a 
well-tended network of trails. Clearly, the locals 
maintained trails into the jungle for just the kind of 
activities that my wife had in mind. 

We found a nice clearing and my naked wife put the 
towel down to cushion her knees and starting in on 
giving me a hot blow job. With one hand on my cock, 
the other hand was rubbing her clit and finger fucking 
herself. And that's how the young man found us in the 
jungle. He was transfixed watching this blond, 
American tourist sucking cock on her knees. My wife 
noticed him, but kept on sucking me. The Creole guy 
had pulled out his brown, uncut dick and it grew to 
about 9" fully erect. Since I am a dominant man, I 
dragged my wife by her hair and positioned her face so 
that it was inches from the dark cock. No commands 
were necessary as she eagerly engulfed the strange new 
cock in her mouth. 

Revelling in her submissive degradation, she was 
giving him the blow job of his life, and it didn't 
take long for the young man to shoot a big load of cum 
down her throat. Like she had been trained to do, she 
swallowed every drop, and after he pulled out, she 
cleaned his cock with her tongue. It was at this point 
that we noticed that we had an audience. Two Creole 
men, in their forties had watched the whole thing, and 
now came into the clearing in their swim trunks. 

Both were well built, over 6' tall and had well-
muscled torsos on their chocolate brown bodies. The 
leader, Ray spoke perfect English and asked if they 
could join us. He explained that the locals came to 
this beach to get away from the tourists, and that 
going into the jungle was mainly to have sex or look 
for a sex partner. Further down the trails is an area 
for gay and lesbians, but we were in the straight part 
of the jungle. My wife was still excited from sucking 
off the young man, and now fully into her submissive 
role, looked to me to make the decisions. 

I quickly agreed and said let's go. Ray replied that 
he knew of a better location, and we followed him 
deeper into the jungle. After about a 10 minute walk, 
we were deep in the jungle and we spread out the beach 
towel. He and his friend Gary pulled out a 6 pack of 
condoms and my wife got on her knees and circle sucked 
the 3 of us. Ray and Gary were very polite and 
appreciative of the opportunity to use a blond hot 
wife and soon any anxiety my wife might have felt was 
replaced with a desire to be used by all 3 of us. 

Ray, who was divorced and a government official on the 
island put a condom on his 9" black cock and slowly 
inserted himself into my wife's very wet pussy, while 
she was on all fours, sucking Gary's cock. Ray 
explained to me that, since he was a well-known public 
official, he had to be very discreet and not screw 
around with the locals. That's why he frequented this 
particular beach, in hopes of finding a tourist woman 
who wanted some black cock. He fucked her with strong, 
deep strokes until she came, moaning around the black 
cock in her mouth. 

Gary was not as long as Ray, but was much thicker, as 
he clearly enjoyed her oral servitude. Gary was also 
divorced and owned his own business on the island. 
After Ray came, he pulled out and discarded the cum 
filled condom. My submissive wife turned around to 
clean his cock and balls, licking off the remnants of 
his cum. Now her cute ass was facing Gary, and he 
wasted no time putting on a condom and stretching my 
wife's pussy with his BBC. 

This went on for quite some time, until the guys used 
up all the rubbers. 

Gary volunteered to go to the drugstore and get some 
more, but by then my wife was pretty used up. Her 
shaved pussy was swollen and stretched and we decided 
to wash off in the clear, cool waters of the ocean. As 
we emerged from the jungle, the French woman gave us a 
lusty stare, as she saw my well-used wife come out of 
the jungle accompanied by 2 BBCs and myself. The 
French woman spread her thighs to show her pussy to 
Ray and Gary, but the guys just laughed and we all 
enjoyed a refreshing swim. Of course, they were 
playing with my wife's tits, ass and pussy in the 
water the whole time. As we headed back to our villa, 
I told Ray that we'd be on the island for another 
week, and invited him to stop by that evening.

Later that evening, Ray pulled up to our villa in a 
Mercedes and offered to show us around. My wife was 
dressed in a short cocktail dress, heels and no 
panties. I had her sit in front next to Ray as we 
embarked on a night of drinking and sightseeing. 
Everywhere we went, Ray was greeted with respect and 
it was clear he was a VIP on the island. After a few 
hours of drinking cocktails and seeing casinos, I 
ordered my wife to show Ray that she was nude under 
her short dress. 

She slowly lifted her dress to show him her smooth 
pussy, and he started playing with her while he drove 
with his left hand. Soon, we could hear the wet sounds 
of his fingers playing with her juicy pussy, and 
without being told, she unzipped his slacks and 
started sucking his cock while he drove. 

At this point, Ray turned to me and asked, "Should we 
continue this at your villa?" 

"Sure," I said, let's go.

When we got to the villa, which has a semi private 
patio which looked out over the bay, I told my wife to 
be our nude waitress and get us some drinks. Ray and I 
sat on some comfortable lounge chairs while my wife 
readied our drinks. When she served us, she had put on 
her slave collar, with a leash, and still wore her 
high heels. We really didn't need any more drinks, but 
it was hot to have her dressed in her submissive slut 
outfit, serving us in the tropical night. 

I then explained to Ray that our marriage was based on 
a master/slave relationship and that she enjoyed being 
used and disciplined while having sex. Ray and I then 
took off our clothes and he took her leash and had her 
on her knees, between his legs sucking his cock. He 
also started to roughly handle her breasts, pulling 
and twisting her hard nipples.  I took out my camera 
and got some shots of her sucking his BBC before we 
took her inside. 

She got on the bed and Ray fucked her deep while I 
took some more vacation photos. Then, we traded 
places, rotating between her pussy and her mouth. 
Since we had both cum earlier in the day, we were able 
to last a long time. 

She was well used for over an hour before we were 
drained once again. Ray even got into spanking her 
while he fucked her from behind, and from her 
enthusiastic reaction, I knew that he would use her 
many times before our vacation ended (and he did!). 

When the night finally ended, we made arrangements to 
meet at the beach again the next day.

VACATION TRIP

My co-worker told me about this nice vacation place, but 
he didn't tell me everything. As I believed his stories 
I bought a trip there for me and my girlfriend. He told 
me that he had found a club where you could watch a 
special show that really showed everything. He told that 
it was worth of every dime he spent on it. I didn't hear 
sarcasm in his voice, but I guess I should have.

I paid the trip and we went there. The Place looked 
nice, the hotel was awesome, the food was cheap and the 
locals were nice and polite. I found that the club that 
my co-worker had told me about and I talked my 
girlfriend into coming with me and checking out that 
awesome show. At first she didn't want to come, but 
later on she gave up and agreed to come with me.

Most of the customers were locals and it looked like a 
gentlemen's night club, but the music was nice and the 
drinks were cheap so we stayed and I asked about the 
"show" from the bartender. He nodded that there was a 
show that I could see for the right price. I said that 
it's ok and paid the price. 

The bartender asked if my girlfriend was OK with it me 
watching the show. She nodded and the bartender said 
"okay". He said that the show would start later on and 
we could wait for it in the VIP lounge. It sounded 
really great and we had free drinks there. My girlfriend 
Mary enjoyed her time there and a nice-looking waitress 
gave us drinks after the drinks for free.

I guess I have to tell a little bit about Mary. She's 
150 cm tall, about 50 kg in weight, she has long blond 
hair and perky b-cup tits. Her figure is slim and I had 
noticed that the local people just drooled after her. 
Slim, white and insanely sexy 20-year-old girl. Every 
guy's wet dream. Most of the locals are blacks so 
everyone noticed us easily. I guessed that they weren't 
looking at me, but only at my girlfriend Mary. We have 
known each other for ages now and we have never been 
with anyone else but each other.

Mary started to get hotter than ever and I guess it was 
because of the VIP lounge and the drinks. She asked me 
to leave with her and go to our hotel room where I could 
fuck her brains out. I had never before heard that kind 
of language from her mouth and I really wanted to go, 
but I was curious about the show that I had paid for. I 
got her to stay for a little while as the waitress told 
that the show was going to start soon.

We were lead back into the main room and there were two 
nice seats in the middle of the room. One for me and one 
for Mary. We sat down and the show was about to start 
and a lovely young black dancer girl came to the stage. 
She started to dance for us and the waitress came to me. 
She asked me to put my hands on the chair's armrests and 
tied me into that chair. She said that I can only watch 
and not touch, that was the rule. Mary shook her head 
and told that she need to go bathroom and that I could 
"enjoy" the show.

After I was tied into the chair, that dancer came really 
close to me and started to dance on my face. Had I not 
been tied, I might have felt the need to touch that sexy 
girl. She looked a little bit younger than Mary and I 
was blown away when she took of her bra. Her nice b-cup 
tits were in front of me, her tender smooth black skin 
looked so tempting that I just wanted to touch her, but 
I didn't have a chance. 

It was against the rules and she really teased me with 
her tight body and showed me how low she could bend 
herself. She kept only a pair of tiny strings on herself 
and she got me really hard so fast that I couldn't 
believe.

I didn't even noticed that Mary wasn't on her seat as 
that dancer had my full attention on her sexy body. He 
rubbed her body against my legs, let her bare tits touch 
my face and let her fingers run through my hair. I could 
have paid extra, whatever they had asked, just to touch 
her tight body. She did her part of the show and as it 
ended another part of the show was starting. The dancer 
went away and I noticed that at this time three black 
guys brought a hooded white girl on the stage.

The guys were wearing only pants and the girl whose face 
was covered with a leather hood had only string bikinis 
on her body. The guys moved her around the stage and let 
everyone see her freely. She was hot and she seemed to 
just want to please those guys. I hoped that Mary could 
see this, but she was still away. I was about to ask 
about it from the waitress, but they started to play 
their music even louder than earlier. The men kept that 
slim girl in the middle of them and pulled her string 
bikinis off in front of whole audience. 

Other customers started to offer some money to join in 
the show. Black hands ran over her white naked body and 
her perky tits were mauled by black hands. They bent her 
for us and we saw how black fingers were moving into her 
white smoothly shaved pussy and arse hole. The girl 
seemed to moan behind her black leather hood.

Then she was pushed on her knees in the middle of those 
guys who opened their pants, so their big black hard 
cocks just jumped out like they wanted to rip that girl 
to pieces. One of guys opened the mouth piece of the 
hood and they made her suck their black poles. She 
really did it really well and served those three studs 
with her mouth. We all watched as the young white girl 
with leather hood on her head sucked their black cocks 
like those were lollipops. Her head was kept in one 
position as the guys face-fucked her roughly. 

Guys within the audience started to get hot at that 
moment. She was fully naked in front of us all and after 
she had sucked their cocks long enough, they pulled her 
up while someone had pulled an interesting stand onto 
the stage. 

The men tied her onto that stand, where the hooded girl 
was forced into a slightly bent position and we could 
see her naked body really easily from that position. The 
girl's hands were tied above her head and also her legs 
were forced wide open. She was forced into a big X on 
that stand. Her body was shown to us with spotlights and 
the first guy went behind her and forced her tight white 
body to allow his black cock to enter. She seemed to 
scream behind of her hood as her head twitched, but I 
didn't hear anything. 

He fucked her tight pussy for a long time and the 
spotlights were directed to her white body. We all saw 
how his black cock moved within her cunt like a force of 
nature and he took her with long steady thrusts. The 
guy's black hand moved on the girl's slim body like he 
owned the bitch. 

The audience were yelling him to fuck her hard and fast, 
but the first guy came into her with a loud groan. He 
shot his seed deep into that poor girls womb. As he 
pulled out, we saw his seed dripping from her used cunt. 
The girl just hung on the that stand, breathing heavily.

The second guy took his place and she still hung on that 
stand like piece of meat, but another black cock put 
some life into her body. The second guy was rougher than 
the first guy and she was fucked with long fierce 
thrusts, while her tits were almost ripped off by that 
maniac. It looked really rough and it had to hurt a lot, 
but I couldn't take my eyes off it. Her white body took 
a hard beating from that crazy guy and he really rammed 
his thick cock hard into her pussy. 

It seemed that she yelled from pain every time the guy 
forced his pole deep into her. She was sweating and it 
made her body even sexier. The guy was teasing her 
nipples constantly and it made her wriggle. Later on he 
also came deep into that girl's tortured cunt and he 
also groaned with a deep male voice while unloading his 
seed.

The third guy didn't have as big a pole as his friends 
had, but this time she was arse-fucked in front of us. 
The girl seemed to be trying to get out, but she was 
tied really well onto that stand. Other customers 
drooled over the show and I have to say, that girl 
looked so sexy that I would have wanted to fuck her too. 
I was still tied on my chair, but I saw everything that 
happened on the stage. 

The spotlights made sure that we all saw her lovely 
shapes, tits, legs, hips and also her shaved pussy. She 
was dripping lots of seed after the first two guys and 
her thighs were stained from cum. We saw as her body 
glimmered from sweat and the guy fucked her for a long 
time. His cock ripped her arse apart and he forced 
himself fully inside to that poor girl. The audience 
were going wild as the girl took guy after a guy on the 
stage in front of all of us.

After the third guy she was released from her bonds and 
her legs seemed to be really shaky. The show wasn't over 
yet and she was forced over one black guy who had been 
picked from the audience. The black guys made her ride 
on that guy's cock and a second fellow was picked to 
fuck her arse. I wanted to have her mouth, but they 
didn't pick me. A third guy near me got that honor and I 
saw in front of me, how that white girl was gangbanged 
in front of me by guys from the audience and it really 
looked so hot and sexy.

Those guys shot their loads into her like those first 
three guys before them and a second wave took their 
places. At this time they removed her black leather hood 
and I was shocked as I saw Mary. It had been my 
girlfriend Mary the whole time and now those black guys 
were fucking her brains out in front of me. 

The black guys went crazy when her long blond hair was 
revealed to them and they were almost fighting for turns 
to fuck her. I told the waitress that this was wrong, 
that I hadn't asked for this, but she told me that this 
was the "special show". They fuck white wives in front 
of their men and it was a rather popular show in this 
town.

I cried out loud as I watched my lovely girlfriend 
getting fucked by hordes of black sex maniacs. Hours 
later I was untied and I could take Mary with me. She 
was unconscious as I carried her into the taxi. We 
arrived to our hotel a couple of moments later and in 
our room I washed her completely. I put her to sleep in 
our bed and she slept whole night and next day, before 
she woke up. She remembered parts of that night and she 
was shaken. We talked about, but I don't know if she is 
ever going to be the same Mary I knew...