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Day 3 - The Morning
I woke up after getting only 2 hours sleep as we had spent most of the night arguing about my part in Leon getting caught leaving our cabana. She hissed at me, “You did that on purpose, you little limp dick.”
I just laughed at her and left her fuming as I walked out on to the beach feeling the early warm sun on my face. I couldn’t stop smiling to myself as I played over in my mind how justice had been served. Sally followed a few minutes later wearing her tiny white bikini and when she caught up with me continued still trying to hurt me with her words.
She sat on her sun lounger, her face full of thunder, as she continued her insults, saying things like, “You just couldn’t stand seeing me having great sex that you could never give me; seeing me climax on a big black cock like I have never done on yours.” I just smiled at her and her mood turned even darker.
She pulled out her mobile and began to peck at the screen; I didn’t ask or care what she was doing, she was always playing with it. While she tapped away she continued with her muttering and snide remarks but I ignored her until I noticed one of the reception staff walking towards us. I tapped her leg saying, “One of the staff is heading our way.”
She stopped with the insults and sat up looking towards the uniformed guy who stopped when he reached our loungers. He asked us to confirm our names and then requested us to follow him as the manager wanted to see us both. I put my book aside and she closed her phone and we both got up and did as bidden. As we followed I’m already thinking we were about to kicked out of the resort.
We reached the main reception building and our guide pointed towards the manager’s office saying, “Mr Grant is waiting for you .”
I knocked on the door and was rewarded with a shout of, “Enter.”
We entered a large office where behind a large desk sat and elegantly dressed man. The desk was clear of clutter save for an empty in-tray, a pen holder with matching pens, a framed family picture of an equally elegant looking woman, presumably his wife. He stood and offering his hand and said in a deep soft voice, “Thank you for coming. My name is Grant. I am the resort General Manager. Won’t you please sit down?” He gestured to a sofa. I was unsure whether Grant was his surname or his given name but thought, “What the hell, does it matter?”
We sat and after offering us a cool drink he returned to sit behind his imposing desk and assumed the posture and tone of a disappointed Headmaster who was about to rebuke his errant pupils. He cleared his throat and said, “Yesterday my Night Manager discovered one of our staff coming out of your cabin. Such an incursion is strictly forbidden and I have to tell you that he has been sacked for breaking resort rules. He let himself and the resort down. We have very high standards here and I expect my staff to act with propriety and discretion... ” He stole a glance at the framed picture, “..just as I would.”
Sally looked at me with a haunted expression before turning back towards him, “It wasn’t his fault, I, er, I mean we, invited him.” She didn’t sound very convincing. “Please don’t sack him; reinstate him, it was me that asked him to visit; I just wanted to have some fun with him without other people seeing us,” she blubbed as she nervously fiddled with her phone in her lap.
Mr Grant who obviously knew what kind of fun she was talking about shook his head, “If I let him off, then I would have to let every staff member off if they took advantage of such kind offers like.” Sally looked down to the floor; a tear rolled down her cheek.
She looked towards me, “Say something Mark; help Leon get his job back.”
She was aware that when she turns on the tears I am putty in her hands but even as she sobbed I just didn’t know what I could say or do that would make the manager change his mind.
I took a long drink of my fruit juice desperately trying to think of something; wondering what Sally would say once we left the office. As I continued to ponder Sally got up and walked over to the desk. She placed her hands on the leather top surface and deliberately bent forward ensuring that he could see down her bikini top.
She had stopped her sobbing and now adopted a sweet voice, “Mr Grant, can’t you just fine him for breaking the rules and give him a final warning?”
Mr Grant sat back in his big leather seat fingers on his chin and with his gaze focussed on her tits which had almost escaped from the hold of her skimpy bikini top said thoughtfully, “Well, you have given something to think about here. He was a very good worker and I have to admit the guests, especially the ladies, did like him. Let me think about this for a while.” He added, “You must really like him to defend him like this.”
“I do,” she replied. “We both do,” she added looking over to me. I hoped he didn’t see the look on my face as she said that!
Sally walked round his desk and deliberately placed her phone on the top and perched to sit on his side; looking closely at him said, “I would really like to thank you just for even thinking about it.”
Mr Grant looked at her, his eyes roaming over her body, and moved his seat back and turned it a little so he was directly facing her. He reached out and taking Sally’s hand into his pulled her from the desk and said, “Well, little lady come here and show me how thankful.”
Sally stood in front of him her hands by her sides. Grant ran his fingertips down her arms as Sally looked back to me and smiled. I was inwardly furious that she was up to her old tricks again and that she could so contemptuously behave in this manner just to get her own way. My “victory” of the previous night was in serious danger of being reversed.
Sally dropped to her knees and her hands moved to part his legs. She delicately and slowly eased the zip of his trousers downwards and with her eyes fixed on his she reached inside his pants and eased his black cock out of his underwear.
Grant looked at me, not sure if I was going to say something. Not seeing any reaction from me he returned his attention to Sally and moved forward a little in his seat. Sally began to stroke his cock slowly, her eyes still looking deeply into his. She smiled as her head moved downward.
Grant lifted his hips slightly and gasped as her tongue flicked over the tip before running down over his long black shaft. He ran his fingers through her hair and as he tipped his head back she moved and lowering her head she took his cock into her mouth.
She began to suck and I saw her cheeks fill out as his cock started growing. She took him back deeper into her mouth, sucking him hard, and soon I could hear her slurping heavily on his black cock.
Sally leaned back and sat on her heels. Her fingers found the buckle of his belt; she opened it and Grant lifted his butt to allow her to pull his trousers and boxers slowly down. His cock sprung out from his underwear.
She let him sit back and returned to stroking his black cock again and, leaning forward, she started sucking on his heavy looking balls. The stroking became faster but as his erection grew her small white hand was unable to fully wrap round his cock.
He reached down and unclipped her bikini top; her breasts fell free as he pulled the top up. With her beautiful tits unencumbered I watched fascinated as he played with her nipples seeing them getting hard between his fingers. Sally groaned her pleasure at the attention and stroked his cock a little faster. Pre-cum was beginning flow freely from the tip and she placed her mouth and her tongue licking the juice like it was a lollipop.
I knew I was about to witness Sally taking yet another black cock. For crying out loud, we had only been here three days and my “prim and proper” wife was about to cuckold me for the third time. I should have protested but something in me was excited at the idea that this time the guy was a lot older, maybe mid-forties to early fifties, but was sporting a cock that any twenty year old would have been proud to have. Perversely the thought passed through my mind that she could be about to be fucking her father .. except her father wasn’t black!
He pulled Sally to her feet and slipped the open bikini top over her head. He turned her around to face me and then pushed her to bend forward to lie on the desk with her head resting only inches from a framed picture of a lady who must have been his wife.
He dropped to his knees behind her his hands easing her bikini bottoms down over her ass, letting them fall down to the floor. His black hands parted her ass cheeks wide as his head moved closer to her. The obscene scene was made even more so as his thick black cock bobbed and dripped pre-cum onto the carpet.
Sally looked only to me with her hands gripping the edge of the desk. She gave me a wink which I interpreted as her saying that once again she had triumphed in our on-going battles but quickly her smug expression changed when she let out a little yelp letting me know the manager was now licking her smooth pussy from behind. She pushed back onto his face, whispering, “Yes, oh yes,” clearly loving what he was now doing to her.
“Oh god,” she moaned, “Mark, he’s licking my ass.” I interpreted that remark as she was letting someone do something to her that she would never allow me to do.
Her hands were gripping the desk even tighter, as she pushed back harder onto his face. He moved his hand down and she cried out, “Mmmm, he’s fingering my pussy and licking my ass; no one has ever licked me there. It feels so nice, Mark.” My humiliation was only just beginning. She sensed, correctly, that her giving a running commentary would only build on my despair.
Grant stood up, his large black cock in hand; Sally looked back over her shoulder, “Oh yes, fuck me, please fuck me.”
He smiled, “Don’t worry, I’m going to, little lady.”
He gripped her small waist pulling her back onto his cock. She cried, “Oh fuck,” letting me know he was entering her; telling me she was now taking her third black cock in as many days into her tight white pussy.
Grant slowly pushed his hips forward. Sally’s mouth dropped open, her eyes closed, as inch by inch he slowly fully entered her. He groaned, “What a tight pussy to wrap around my cock. Does that feel good?”
“Oh yes, and it’s all yours to fuck,” she replied looking me straight in the eye.
He slowly eased back holding still and then gripping her waist he pulled her back hard and thrust hard, fast and deeply into her.
She squealed, “Ung, Oh fuck, you’re so big, I’ve never felt so stretched .... ung, Mark, you’ve never .... ” Her words were left unsaid turning into cries as he continued to thrust rhythmically in and out of her tight pussy and all the while she held my gaze.
His hand moved up her back and gripping her hair he pulled her head up. Leaning down he kissed her neck while pounding her pussy with long hard thrusts.
Sally started shaking, her hands gripping the desk even tighter, her fingers turning white, I could hear their bodies slapping hard together as he fucked her with such power.
He pulled back and his glistening cock slipped out. “Now I’m going to fuck that tight ass, bitch.”
Sally’s expression changed from lust to one of fear, “No, not there, please not there. I have never been fucked there.”
That made him smile, “Mmm virgin ass, even better.”
He gripped her ass cheeks stretching them apart, Sally looked back shaking her head, “Please no, not there.”
He ignored her pleas and with one hand he positioned the tip of his engorged cock to the tight hole of her anus. His other hand was firmly placed on her back to prevent her from getting up from the desk. I perversely thought, “That’s what you get when you play with fire; that’s just what you deserve for being a bitch to me.”
With a sense of helplessness Sally bought her hand up to her mouth to stop her screaming out as the Grant moved his hips forward, the tip of his hard thick black cock parting the tight hole to her ass. She shook her head from side to side and I could see that she had started to cry, this time for real. He kept moving forward. Tears were now streaming down her face as she weakly cried out, “Oh Mark, he’s ripping me open.”
He ignored her protests and kept going, pushing more of his black cock into her ass, saying, “You want Leon to keep his job don’t you?”
Sally through the tears glumly nodded.
“Good Girl, then just give me this tight ass,” he said.
Sally stopped protesting and I looked down to the floor as he started fucking my wife’s virgin anus. Despite the thoughts I was holding I cringed as I heard him say, “Like it, do you lady?”
Sally nodded letting him think she was but I could tell she was faking it. I was silently pleased that for once she was being treated like the dirty slut she had been acting since we arrived. Disturbingly my own cock was fully erect as I watched her being abused.
Once again she made to protest, “Please, you’re too big, please, oh please take it out, fuck my pussy please,” she begged.
He completely ignored her wailing and was now fucking her ass so deeply, his cock must have been 8 inches and a good 5 inches thick, and he now had it all buried deeply in her ass.
“Please stop, it’s burning,” she beseeched; her face telling me it was really hurting.
He smiled as he eased back from her ass and his cock slid out making an audible pop. Sally collapsed even lower on the desk top but her relief was short lived for he wasn’t finished with her yet; I was a little envious that for an older guy he had such stamina and lasting power. He grabbed her waist again and then forced his cock back deeply into her pussy, thrusting hard into her.
Sally looked at me, distress written all over her face as he thrusted hard into her. She then realised that he hadn’t resumed violating her anus but was instead doing as she had asked, he was fucking her cunt. Her attitude changed and the pain was forgotten as he began to get into his stride and her distress was replaced by the familiar refrains and squeals of, “Oh yes, fuck me, fuck my pussy ... fuck me ... fuck me.”
Grant smiled, “Don’t worry; I’ll pull out before I cum.”
My feelings of self-satisfaction was jolted when she said, “No you won’t; I want you to cum in my pussy.”
They were now fucking each other so hard, her pussy obviously was now used to his large thick cock and she was making the most of it.
“Get off, let me turn me over,” she asked.
He pulled out and spun her over and then holding her legs apart guided his slick black cock into her pussy once more. I sat transfixed at the scene before me with my own cock poking out of my bathing shorts. Subconsciously I was stroking myself in time to his thrusting; Sally turned her head to me and smiled.
Grant pushed into her and with his cock buried balls-deep he leaned down and kissed her, their tongues deep in each other’s mouths, her breasts squashed against his muscular chest. She began humping against him and hissed, “Cum for me, cum in me. Use me, take me, I’m your white whore.” I was amazed to think where she had learned such dirty expressions; the words she was using made her sound like a complete slut.
He took her breasts in his large black hands, squeezing them as he fucked her hard. “I’m nearly there,” he groaned.
Sally rocked her hips faster trying to make him cum, he thrusted hard one last time then held still. They kissed and his ass cheeks went tight letting me know he was filling her pussy with his spunk.
Slowly he moved back and his cock once again slipped out of her gaping cunt, strings of cum connecting them both. He looked down at her and said, “Well, little lady, thanks to you Leon might have his job back.”
Sally smiled, “Thank you so much, I thought I could make you see my point of view.” She continued as she carefully picked herself up and got to her feet and retrieved her bikini and her phone, “actually, in case that wasn’t enough to make you think again, I took out some insurance.”
I had no idea what she was talking about as I helped her clip the clasp of her top. As I was doing so she pecked at the screen and I looked over her shoulder and glimpsed a video begin to play; it was of the two of them as they were just a few minutes before; him fucking her and there in the background, the framed picture of his wife.. She turned to show it to Grant and said, “If our fucking wasn’t reason enough then I’m sure that your wife seeing this might do the trick.”
Grant’s face turned fifty shades of pale and as we left the office and closed the door behind us we heard him make the call, “Hello, is Leon there?”
We headed back to our cabana; it was only 11am and already she had had another black cock inside her. I was confused how this had all gone so right for her and so wrong for me .. or had it?
Once inside our cabana, she removed her bikini and Grant’s cum began leaking from her swollen pussy and was running down her thighs. I looked at her as she told me matter-of-factly, “For an older guy he sure knows how to fuck.”
She made my humiliation complete by throwing her bikini bottoms at me saying, “Look inside and see what a real man’s cum looks like.”
I caught them in midair and had to stop myself from putting the soiled garment to my face. "My God," I thought, "it's not even lunchtime yet and we have a whole day to get through. Whatever else can happen?"
******
I woke up after getting only 2 hours sleep as we had spent most of the night arguing about my part in Leon getting caught leaving our cabana. She hissed at me, “You did that on purpose, you little limp dick.”
I just laughed at her and left her fuming as I walked out on to the beach feeling the early warm sun on my face. I couldn’t stop smiling to myself as I played over in my mind how justice had been served. Sally followed a few minutes later wearing her tiny white bikini and when she caught up with me continued still trying to hurt me with her words.
She sat on her sun lounger, her face full of thunder, as she continued her insults, saying things like, “You just couldn’t stand seeing me having great sex that you could never give me; seeing me climax on a big black cock like I have never done on yours.” I just smiled at her and her mood turned even darker.
She pulled out her mobile and began to peck at the screen; I didn’t ask or care what she was doing, she was always playing with it. While she tapped away she continued with her muttering and snide remarks but I ignored her until I noticed one of the reception staff walking towards us. I tapped her leg saying, “One of the staff is heading our way.”
She stopped with the insults and sat up looking towards the uniformed guy who stopped when he reached our loungers. He asked us to confirm our names and then requested us to follow him as the manager wanted to see us both. I put my book aside and she closed her phone and we both got up and did as bidden. As we followed I’m already thinking we were about to kicked out of the resort.
We reached the main reception building and our guide pointed towards the manager’s office saying, “Mr Grant is waiting for you .”
I knocked on the door and was rewarded with a shout of, “Enter.”
We entered a large office where behind a large desk sat and elegantly dressed man. The desk was clear of clutter save for an empty in-tray, a pen holder with matching pens, a framed family picture of an equally elegant looking woman, presumably his wife. He stood and offering his hand and said in a deep soft voice, “Thank you for coming. My name is Grant. I am the resort General Manager. Won’t you please sit down?” He gestured to a sofa. I was unsure whether Grant was his surname or his given name but thought, “What the hell, does it matter?”
We sat and after offering us a cool drink he returned to sit behind his imposing desk and assumed the posture and tone of a disappointed Headmaster who was about to rebuke his errant pupils. He cleared his throat and said, “Yesterday my Night Manager discovered one of our staff coming out of your cabin. Such an incursion is strictly forbidden and I have to tell you that he has been sacked for breaking resort rules. He let himself and the resort down. We have very high standards here and I expect my staff to act with propriety and discretion... ” He stole a glance at the framed picture, “..just as I would.”
Sally looked at me with a haunted expression before turning back towards him, “It wasn’t his fault, I, er, I mean we, invited him.” She didn’t sound very convincing. “Please don’t sack him; reinstate him, it was me that asked him to visit; I just wanted to have some fun with him without other people seeing us,” she blubbed as she nervously fiddled with her phone in her lap.
Mr Grant who obviously knew what kind of fun she was talking about shook his head, “If I let him off, then I would have to let every staff member off if they took advantage of such kind offers like.” Sally looked down to the floor; a tear rolled down her cheek.
She looked towards me, “Say something Mark; help Leon get his job back.”
She was aware that when she turns on the tears I am putty in her hands but even as she sobbed I just didn’t know what I could say or do that would make the manager change his mind.
I took a long drink of my fruit juice desperately trying to think of something; wondering what Sally would say once we left the office. As I continued to ponder Sally got up and walked over to the desk. She placed her hands on the leather top surface and deliberately bent forward ensuring that he could see down her bikini top.
She had stopped her sobbing and now adopted a sweet voice, “Mr Grant, can’t you just fine him for breaking the rules and give him a final warning?”
Mr Grant sat back in his big leather seat fingers on his chin and with his gaze focussed on her tits which had almost escaped from the hold of her skimpy bikini top said thoughtfully, “Well, you have given something to think about here. He was a very good worker and I have to admit the guests, especially the ladies, did like him. Let me think about this for a while.” He added, “You must really like him to defend him like this.”
“I do,” she replied. “We both do,” she added looking over to me. I hoped he didn’t see the look on my face as she said that!
Sally walked round his desk and deliberately placed her phone on the top and perched to sit on his side; looking closely at him said, “I would really like to thank you just for even thinking about it.”
Mr Grant looked at her, his eyes roaming over her body, and moved his seat back and turned it a little so he was directly facing her. He reached out and taking Sally’s hand into his pulled her from the desk and said, “Well, little lady come here and show me how thankful.”
Sally stood in front of him her hands by her sides. Grant ran his fingertips down her arms as Sally looked back to me and smiled. I was inwardly furious that she was up to her old tricks again and that she could so contemptuously behave in this manner just to get her own way. My “victory” of the previous night was in serious danger of being reversed.
Sally dropped to her knees and her hands moved to part his legs. She delicately and slowly eased the zip of his trousers downwards and with her eyes fixed on his she reached inside his pants and eased his black cock out of his underwear.
Grant looked at me, not sure if I was going to say something. Not seeing any reaction from me he returned his attention to Sally and moved forward a little in his seat. Sally began to stroke his cock slowly, her eyes still looking deeply into his. She smiled as her head moved downward.
Grant lifted his hips slightly and gasped as her tongue flicked over the tip before running down over his long black shaft. He ran his fingers through her hair and as he tipped his head back she moved and lowering her head she took his cock into her mouth.
She began to suck and I saw her cheeks fill out as his cock started growing. She took him back deeper into her mouth, sucking him hard, and soon I could hear her slurping heavily on his black cock.
Sally leaned back and sat on her heels. Her fingers found the buckle of his belt; she opened it and Grant lifted his butt to allow her to pull his trousers and boxers slowly down. His cock sprung out from his underwear.
She let him sit back and returned to stroking his black cock again and, leaning forward, she started sucking on his heavy looking balls. The stroking became faster but as his erection grew her small white hand was unable to fully wrap round his cock.
He reached down and unclipped her bikini top; her breasts fell free as he pulled the top up. With her beautiful tits unencumbered I watched fascinated as he played with her nipples seeing them getting hard between his fingers. Sally groaned her pleasure at the attention and stroked his cock a little faster. Pre-cum was beginning flow freely from the tip and she placed her mouth and her tongue licking the juice like it was a lollipop.
I knew I was about to witness Sally taking yet another black cock. For crying out loud, we had only been here three days and my “prim and proper” wife was about to cuckold me for the third time. I should have protested but something in me was excited at the idea that this time the guy was a lot older, maybe mid-forties to early fifties, but was sporting a cock that any twenty year old would have been proud to have. Perversely the thought passed through my mind that she could be about to be fucking her father .. except her father wasn’t black!
He pulled Sally to her feet and slipped the open bikini top over her head. He turned her around to face me and then pushed her to bend forward to lie on the desk with her head resting only inches from a framed picture of a lady who must have been his wife.
He dropped to his knees behind her his hands easing her bikini bottoms down over her ass, letting them fall down to the floor. His black hands parted her ass cheeks wide as his head moved closer to her. The obscene scene was made even more so as his thick black cock bobbed and dripped pre-cum onto the carpet.
Sally looked only to me with her hands gripping the edge of the desk. She gave me a wink which I interpreted as her saying that once again she had triumphed in our on-going battles but quickly her smug expression changed when she let out a little yelp letting me know the manager was now licking her smooth pussy from behind. She pushed back onto his face, whispering, “Yes, oh yes,” clearly loving what he was now doing to her.
“Oh god,” she moaned, “Mark, he’s licking my ass.” I interpreted that remark as she was letting someone do something to her that she would never allow me to do.
Her hands were gripping the desk even tighter, as she pushed back harder onto his face. He moved his hand down and she cried out, “Mmmm, he’s fingering my pussy and licking my ass; no one has ever licked me there. It feels so nice, Mark.” My humiliation was only just beginning. She sensed, correctly, that her giving a running commentary would only build on my despair.
Grant stood up, his large black cock in hand; Sally looked back over her shoulder, “Oh yes, fuck me, please fuck me.”
He smiled, “Don’t worry, I’m going to, little lady.”
He gripped her small waist pulling her back onto his cock. She cried, “Oh fuck,” letting me know he was entering her; telling me she was now taking her third black cock in as many days into her tight white pussy.
Grant slowly pushed his hips forward. Sally’s mouth dropped open, her eyes closed, as inch by inch he slowly fully entered her. He groaned, “What a tight pussy to wrap around my cock. Does that feel good?”
“Oh yes, and it’s all yours to fuck,” she replied looking me straight in the eye.
He slowly eased back holding still and then gripping her waist he pulled her back hard and thrust hard, fast and deeply into her.
She squealed, “Ung, Oh fuck, you’re so big, I’ve never felt so stretched .... ung, Mark, you’ve never .... ” Her words were left unsaid turning into cries as he continued to thrust rhythmically in and out of her tight pussy and all the while she held my gaze.
His hand moved up her back and gripping her hair he pulled her head up. Leaning down he kissed her neck while pounding her pussy with long hard thrusts.
Sally started shaking, her hands gripping the desk even tighter, her fingers turning white, I could hear their bodies slapping hard together as he fucked her with such power.
He pulled back and his glistening cock slipped out. “Now I’m going to fuck that tight ass, bitch.”
Sally’s expression changed from lust to one of fear, “No, not there, please not there. I have never been fucked there.”
That made him smile, “Mmm virgin ass, even better.”
He gripped her ass cheeks stretching them apart, Sally looked back shaking her head, “Please no, not there.”
He ignored her pleas and with one hand he positioned the tip of his engorged cock to the tight hole of her anus. His other hand was firmly placed on her back to prevent her from getting up from the desk. I perversely thought, “That’s what you get when you play with fire; that’s just what you deserve for being a bitch to me.”
With a sense of helplessness Sally bought her hand up to her mouth to stop her screaming out as the Grant moved his hips forward, the tip of his hard thick black cock parting the tight hole to her ass. She shook her head from side to side and I could see that she had started to cry, this time for real. He kept moving forward. Tears were now streaming down her face as she weakly cried out, “Oh Mark, he’s ripping me open.”
He ignored her protests and kept going, pushing more of his black cock into her ass, saying, “You want Leon to keep his job don’t you?”
Sally through the tears glumly nodded.
“Good Girl, then just give me this tight ass,” he said.
Sally stopped protesting and I looked down to the floor as he started fucking my wife’s virgin anus. Despite the thoughts I was holding I cringed as I heard him say, “Like it, do you lady?”
Sally nodded letting him think she was but I could tell she was faking it. I was silently pleased that for once she was being treated like the dirty slut she had been acting since we arrived. Disturbingly my own cock was fully erect as I watched her being abused.
Once again she made to protest, “Please, you’re too big, please, oh please take it out, fuck my pussy please,” she begged.
He completely ignored her wailing and was now fucking her ass so deeply, his cock must have been 8 inches and a good 5 inches thick, and he now had it all buried deeply in her ass.
“Please stop, it’s burning,” she beseeched; her face telling me it was really hurting.
He smiled as he eased back from her ass and his cock slid out making an audible pop. Sally collapsed even lower on the desk top but her relief was short lived for he wasn’t finished with her yet; I was a little envious that for an older guy he had such stamina and lasting power. He grabbed her waist again and then forced his cock back deeply into her pussy, thrusting hard into her.
Sally looked at me, distress written all over her face as he thrusted hard into her. She then realised that he hadn’t resumed violating her anus but was instead doing as she had asked, he was fucking her cunt. Her attitude changed and the pain was forgotten as he began to get into his stride and her distress was replaced by the familiar refrains and squeals of, “Oh yes, fuck me, fuck my pussy ... fuck me ... fuck me.”
Grant smiled, “Don’t worry; I’ll pull out before I cum.”
My feelings of self-satisfaction was jolted when she said, “No you won’t; I want you to cum in my pussy.”
They were now fucking each other so hard, her pussy obviously was now used to his large thick cock and she was making the most of it.
“Get off, let me turn me over,” she asked.
He pulled out and spun her over and then holding her legs apart guided his slick black cock into her pussy once more. I sat transfixed at the scene before me with my own cock poking out of my bathing shorts. Subconsciously I was stroking myself in time to his thrusting; Sally turned her head to me and smiled.
Grant pushed into her and with his cock buried balls-deep he leaned down and kissed her, their tongues deep in each other’s mouths, her breasts squashed against his muscular chest. She began humping against him and hissed, “Cum for me, cum in me. Use me, take me, I’m your white whore.” I was amazed to think where she had learned such dirty expressions; the words she was using made her sound like a complete slut.
He took her breasts in his large black hands, squeezing them as he fucked her hard. “I’m nearly there,” he groaned.
Sally rocked her hips faster trying to make him cum, he thrusted hard one last time then held still. They kissed and his ass cheeks went tight letting me know he was filling her pussy with his spunk.
Slowly he moved back and his cock once again slipped out of her gaping cunt, strings of cum connecting them both. He looked down at her and said, “Well, little lady, thanks to you Leon might have his job back.”
Sally smiled, “Thank you so much, I thought I could make you see my point of view.” She continued as she carefully picked herself up and got to her feet and retrieved her bikini and her phone, “actually, in case that wasn’t enough to make you think again, I took out some insurance.”
I had no idea what she was talking about as I helped her clip the clasp of her top. As I was doing so she pecked at the screen and I looked over her shoulder and glimpsed a video begin to play; it was of the two of them as they were just a few minutes before; him fucking her and there in the background, the framed picture of his wife.. She turned to show it to Grant and said, “If our fucking wasn’t reason enough then I’m sure that your wife seeing this might do the trick.”
Grant’s face turned fifty shades of pale and as we left the office and closed the door behind us we heard him make the call, “Hello, is Leon there?”
We headed back to our cabana; it was only 11am and already she had had another black cock inside her. I was confused how this had all gone so right for her and so wrong for me .. or had it?
Once inside our cabana, she removed her bikini and Grant’s cum began leaking from her swollen pussy and was running down her thighs. I looked at her as she told me matter-of-factly, “For an older guy he sure knows how to fuck.”
She made my humiliation complete by throwing her bikini bottoms at me saying, “Look inside and see what a real man’s cum looks like.”
I caught them in midair and had to stop myself from putting the soiled garment to my face. "My God," I thought, "it's not even lunchtime yet and we have a whole day to get through. Whatever else can happen?"
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