They were having an all-you-can-eat barbecue by the pool. I decided to jump on it and was glad I did. The ribs and corn on the cob were slamming. I washed it all down with a Bahama Mama and was feeling a little buzz when this fine-ass Bahamian approached me and asked could he take my picture. I had been scoping his ass out all night while he worked his way through the crowd, taking photos and clocking dollars. I told him to go for it, and he snapped a quick shot of me holding the remains of my drink. While the picture was developing, I asked him how much the photo cost and was reaching for my purse, but he said that mine was on the house. He told me that he should pay me to take my picture because I was so beautiful. I began to blush. I was flattered—not to mention that his accent was turning me on.
I began to take a real good look at him. His fine face was obvious, but it was time to check out the rest. All I could think to myself was, dayum, dayum, dayum. The man had a body that looked like it was chiseled out of stone, deep chocolate skin, and beautiful everything else. Simply put, the man was all that, a bag of chips, a Popeye’s three-piece, and a pack of Bubblicious. I knew right then that I had to have him. He could definitely get it.
What else is a girl to do but flirt her ass off? For the next two hours, he forgot all about taking pictures, and I forgot where the hell I even was as we sat poolside and became better acquainted. His name was Joseph. That tripped me out. I was expecting some exotic-sounding name from an island man, but it was Joseph just the same.
I made a couple of dick-size glances throughout the evening. I came to the conclusion that the brother was hung like a fucking horse. I could tell even with his pants on, and I could hardly wait to ride that sucker until the saddle broke. The reggae band was playing this bumping-ass song. He asked me to dance, so we hit the floor. I decided it was the time to make a move. While we danced with our bodies grinding up against each other, I just happened to mention in passing that I was uncomfortable because my black thong bikinis were riding up my ass. He said, “So take them off.” I asked him, “Right here?” and he said, “Sure, why not?” I was still a bit tipsy, so I thought to myself, “Fuck it!” I lifted up my skirt right there on the dance floor, until it was right above my thighs, and then pulled my thongs off. Everyone was looking, but I didn’t give a shit. He took them out of my hand, sniffed them, closed his eyes as he savored the sweet aroma, and then put them in the pocket of the white pants he was wearing with an island-print shirt.
Finally, after much chitchat about the differences between American and Bahamian culture and some provocative-ass dancing, I suggested that we cut the bullshit and retire to my hotel room for the rest of the evening. I didn’t have to say it twice. He reached for my hand, asked my room number, and off we went.
To make a long story short, the lights came on and the clothes began to come off. I wanted to see every precious inch of him, and a magnificent sight he was. I pushed him up against the closed door, and our kiss began. His tongue was long and thick, just the way I like them. My pussy was so dayum wet by that point, I was convinced I would cum a couple of times from kissing alone. And guess what? I did!
I tore his shirt open, and the buttons hit the carpeted floor. I traced a trail with the tip of my tongue down his chin, down his neck, and all the way down the center of his chest. When I got to his pants, I quickly took his dick in my mouth through his pants for a brief second and then moved my way back up to his nipples, suckling on each one of them in turn. We began to tongue-kiss again as I unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants, reaching in to fondle his juicy-ass dick.
He turned me around so my back was up against the door instead of his and pushed both my hands above my head. Holding them in place with his own hands, he bit lightly on my still-clothed nipples and with one hand pulled my shirt up with a yank, exposing my breasts and hardened nipples. He began to devour my nipples, one at time, while I still stood there with my arms pinned above my head. I could feel my pussy juices trickling down the inside of my thighs.
He let my arms go and got down on his knees, simultaneously pulling my skirt up around my hips. He took my leg and positioned it so that it was resting on his shoulder and went to town on my pussy with his mouth. My mind wandered for a second. I thought about Kevin, but then I said, “Fuck it!” The shit was on now.
Joseph picked me up in the air, his head still buried between my legs, carried me to the table over by the window, and laid me on it, still eating my pussy. The curtains were open, and I could look up at the stars in the beautiful clear night as I caressed the back of his head. He ate my pussy for what seemed like an eternity. I savored every moment of it, losing count of how many orgasms erupted from me.
He told me that he was going to spell the alphabet out on my pussy lips with his tongue, and he did just that. He started with the A and moved his tongue up one pussy lip and down the other and then made a horizontal line going across. Then on to the B, and all the way down the line to Z.
His long, thick tongue brought me so much pleasure. He pushed my legs up over his shoulders farther so that my ass was raised off the table and began to eat my ass out too. The shit was the bomb.
Then he told me to get off the table, turn around, and bend over it. I gratefully complied. He spread my ass cheeks, holding them open with his strong hands, and ate it out some more, sticking his tongue completely in my asshole. I had never had a man take total control of me that way. I became totally submissive to him.
Joseph stood up, and I could hear him lowering his pants to his ankles. I could feel that huge dick of his caressing up against my ass, but he didn’t stick it in right away. He just rubbed the head of it up and down the center of my ass cheeks, making my desire for him to enter me grow.
He took me by surprise and yanked me around, picking me up again and sticking his luscious tongue down my throat, now covered with my sweet nectar. He carried me over to the bed and sat me down. He stood before me so that his dick was right in my face. All night I had thought of nothing else but tasting him, so I gladly undertook the task.
He was huge. I knew there was no way I would ever be able to take the whole thing down my throat, but I was willing to give it the old college try. I looked up into his eyes as I licked my lips and then moistened the head of his dick with my tongue. I was in heaven.
I decided to tackle the balls first. I lifted his dick up with one hand and caressed his balls with the fingertips of the other. I took his ball sack into my mouth and sucked on it gently. He began to tremble, and I knew at that very moment that I was truly going to enjoy watching him give in to me.
I found the corona of his dick on the underside of it and flickered my tongue all around it. He was shook. Precum started to trickle out the head of his dick, and like a bullfrog catches a fly with his tongue, I caught every drop of that shit. I took the head of his dick in my mouth and contracted my cheek muscles on it, squeezing all the precum I could find out of that bad boy. It was dayum delicious.
I got a good grip on the base of his dick, applying a little pressure to it, and put my lips to that shit, taking as much of the thick shaft into my mouth as I could possibly fathom. I placed my other hand on his thigh for leverage and sucked harder, moving my head back and forth on his magnificent dick. Kevin had a good dick too, but dayum, it was not nearly as big as this one, and not as juicy either.
My own saliva, mixed with his precum, began to trickle out the sides of my mouth, and I had to prevent myself from gagging on it. I let my throat muscles vibrate on the head of his dick like I was gargling. That drove him wild. I could feel his hot cum shoot down my throat, which sated my anxiously awaiting taste buds. He tasted like candy to me. Ummm, I just love the taste of a man’s cum.
Joseph stood there for a moment, knees trembling, recovering from what had just happened. We stared at each other as I sat there with the head of his dick dangling from my mouth, cum trickling down my chin onto my breasts.
We both had too much to drink that night, so we ended up falling asleep with one of my nipples in his mouth. The oral sex alone had worn us both out.
When the sun came up the next morning, so did Joseph’s dick. We fucked all day long. He called in sick to work, and I forgot all about catching the shuttle bus from the hotel to the beach like I had planned.
We fucked on the bed with him on top, me on top and, of course, doggy-style. We fucked in the shower and ate each other’s asses out while we were at it. I had never eaten a man’s ass before, but I must say that it was quite a delightful experience watching his reaction. Kevin is a very lucky man now, ’cause he gets that extra treat, thanks to a man named Joseph who lives across the ocean, who he will never meet.
Joseph fucked me up against the wall from behind. He fucked me on the balcony, on the dresser, on the bathroom floor. I never knew a man’s dick could stay that hard. My vacation that started out fucked up because Kevin had to go to a conference turned out to be the mother-fucking bomb.
I will never forget Joseph because he helped me discover things about myself sexually that I had never known. I will not forget him because he had the biggest dick I have ever had the pleasure of having inside of me. I will never forget him because he ate my pussy with a hunger so intense that it was overwhelming. But most of all, I will never forget Joseph because of the pictures I keep locked away in my top left desk drawer under a bunch of folders, paper clips, and rubber bands.
The pictures we took of each other with the camera provided by the hotel in the
Bahamas to sucker some extra cash out of tourists. The pictures he took of me sucking his dick, of him fucking my pussy till it was sore, of his dick up in my asshole, of him cumming all over my face. The pictures I took of him sucking my toes, of his head buried between my thighs, of my nipples in his mouth. Whenever I am feeling down and having problems with Kevin, whom I am now married to and have a precious little baby girl with, I can always sit down, relax, sneak into my study, pull out the pictures, and savor the memories of my vacation of a lifetime.
Mailman
While I have always had a predilection for men in uniform, I had never acted on the urge before. I mean, after all, the clothing doesn’t make the man. What’s inside the man does. Then again, if a man in uniform looks like my mailman, the theory goes straight out the freakin’ window.