Chudayi Ke Din Chdayi Ki Raaten 8211 Part I
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Much has been said and seen on here with regards to the Maspalomas, a haven on the South-East coast of the island of Gran Canaria.
But let me tell you a little about myself, and why this particular area is dear to my heart, and my sexual sanity.
I am a woman in her middling years, past my bloom of girlhood, have borne two beautiful daughters, and although still sexually attractive, my clientèle are older men, with less of a favourable chance of sexual liaisons with Western ladies, though, when I say liaisons, I mean, allowing them to look and masturbate, come close and occasionally touch, mostly my legs and breasts, and on rarer occasions, I will reciprocate by masturbating myself, and the occasional cock, though very rarely.
My husband, who has long given up on intercourse, his medication has rendered his Penis all but dead to erections, and he has found relief in watching and filming me, his wife enjoying herself with so many men watching.
I know you could be right in calling me a tease, but sex is all about the tension, the build-up, and taking it close to the edge, about perfect strangers coming across a naked woman, who does not object to being watched, or cry **** when a man starts to masturbate and have an erection as he nears her. I lay with my legs open, and my cunt wet, like the sleeping beauty waiting for her first kiss to awaken her, I lie waiting for a cock, my openness advertising my need, not for a kiss, but for the perfect fuck, from the perfect stranger, with the right cock, and my husband acknowledges my need.
So now for the last four years we come here, to lie every day in the dunes, as naked as the day I was born, and to be free as the bird, watching potential suitors display their prowess, like birds with a dazzling array of colours on their plumage, for me the fleshy nudity of the men, from brown to black, from grey to bald, from athletic to rotund and small, and cocks stiff and flaccid, I watch them all, as my husband films, for me to watch and relive during the dark Winter months, here in Sweden.
It was eight, and already the Sun beat down in the thirties, as we breakfasted on our balcony, I was still nude, straight from bed, as I gazed out over the hot sands, knowing I would see more of the same, and as my husband stared into his day old newspaper, my fingers were already preparing myself, as I slowly rubbed my stiff clitoris, all this freedom of sexual expression, was what I loved about here, even the couple in the next room, well the male occupant in particular, his bitch wife was sexually repressed, had witnessed my uninhibited dallying, and he now emerged every morning, onto his balcony, sporting an erection that drew a smile from my lips, which in turn drew a couple of unsolicited jerks from his cock, in essence, he was blatantly telling me he wanted to fuck me, and I concurred with ever the slightest of a nod from my head, and warm smile from my pouted lips, now I basked in the supposed knowledge, that down here, everyone wanted to fuck me.
My husband was used to seeing men get erections and start wanking their woman hungry cocks, and even as I sit here at my laptop writing this story, I am looking at a seven inch erection, being 'chugged' at me, 'Don't forget to pack the creams', I say to my husband, the thickness of my voice, clearly indicating my reaction to what's happening next door.
My husband gets the message, and takes the hint, gets up and walks back into the house and closes the balcony doors, where he can sit down and walk, or have a wank himself, as I strike up a conversation with the man with the erection.
'Looks like you could do with a helping hand there', I say, keen to give it a little attention?
He smiles and looks down at his cock, 'It's hungry to feel a nice white woman's soft ass', he replies with a laugh, I concur and get up to my feet, 'I assume your wife is sleeping'?
'She is not here, she is out', he replies, getting up himself and coming towards the railings that separate our balconies, where we meet.
'Your husband', he queries, as his hand goes between the thin bars and touches my pussy, his fingers prying between the soft moistened labia and exposed clitoris, its protective sheath peeled back with my own dalliances at the table.
I gasp as presses on the exposed sensitive bead, and my thighs part to allow access to my cunt, and I feel myself involuntarily arc inwards, as his fingers slide inside my pussy.
My own hands grip the iron railings, as he starts to brutally thrust in an out of me, his eyes watching my distorted facial features, while his thumb bruises my sensitive clit, 'Oh Fuck', I moan, over and over, and I reach through the gap in the railings take hold of his cock and start jerking him.
He in turn responds by reaching over and grabbing my ass, pulling the left buttock hard from its natural state, stretching my anal opening, his fingers kneading the buttock, tensioning the relaxing my sphincter muscle, in readiness for the back-door fuck, that these men down here crave for, especially the ones belonging to white European women.
'Your husband', he asks again, as his fingers finally make contact with my other hole, 'He's watching us', I gasp, as his fingers meet inside me, the thin gossamer separation between my anus and cunt, being massaged crudely.
'Turn around' he orders, pulling me in one direction, both his inserted fingers guiding my tortured body to the left, and as I spin on my own axis, I look at the darked glass of the balcony sliding doors, knowing my husband is there watching and wanking himself.
'Bend', he grunted, as my ass came perpendicular to the railings separating out hot bodies, I bent as ordered, to weak to resist, and cursed my aching body for allowing itself to be defiled by this little brown man.
He pulled his fingers from my swollen cunt and reinserted them back inside, this time curling them behind my pubis bone, hooking me in position, and within seconds his cock head was centred on my anus, his fat bulbous head already pushing into it, 'Shit', he said forcibly.
I was being stretched, and the pain of having your ass penetrated without any hint of lubrication was beginning to tell, 'Shit', he said again, the aggression in his voice, hinted at his frustration at not getting his cock glans inside my bum, my sphincter proving too tight, and his shaft bending under the strain.
He called shit again, and I squeezed with all my might as if about to release the contents of my digested breakfast, over his cock, of course by doing this my anus would open up and he could slide inside my ass and fuck it, but I needed lub, so I reached over and grabbed the soft butter, melting in the hot sun, 'Put this on your cock', I ordered him, and for a minute or so felt a relaxation on my asshole, only to be replaced by the same force, only this time he was sliding in, and his hands were firmly gripping my hips, as he thrust hard into me.
It was an uncomfortable and occasionally painful buggering, his cock was fat, so I was stretched, and butter is not a great anal lubrication, not that he minded, he was inside me and obviously enjoying my weakness, as I bent onto my breakfast table for physical support, my expletives of pain driving him harder into me, these men love to dominate their fucks, my pain adding to his pleasure.
When she spoke I tightened up, and in turn he came, with the sudden jamming shut and seizing-up of my ass, I turned to see his wife sitting quietly watching her husband fuck the ass of a white European woman, and as we eyed each other, his hot seed was shooting into the soul of my back-door, her rye smile saying it all, 'You are nothing more than a condom for my husbands cum', 'Come' she shouted to him as he slipped from me, 'Come and I wash your cock from this woman's stink'.
I stood upright and turned to see them both walk through their patio doors, my back ached like crazy, and my ass leaked of semen, I looked at the darkened plate glass of my own patio doors, and started to walk towards them.
But let me tell you a little about myself, and why this particular area is dear to my heart, and my sexual sanity.
I am a woman in her middling years, past my bloom of girlhood, have borne two beautiful daughters, and although still sexually attractive, my clientèle are older men, with less of a favourable chance of sexual liaisons with Western ladies, though, when I say liaisons, I mean, allowing them to look and masturbate, come close and occasionally touch, mostly my legs and breasts, and on rarer occasions, I will reciprocate by masturbating myself, and the occasional cock, though very rarely.
My husband, who has long given up on intercourse, his medication has rendered his Penis all but dead to erections, and he has found relief in watching and filming me, his wife enjoying herself with so many men watching.
I know you could be right in calling me a tease, but sex is all about the tension, the build-up, and taking it close to the edge, about perfect strangers coming across a naked woman, who does not object to being watched, or cry **** when a man starts to masturbate and have an erection as he nears her. I lay with my legs open, and my cunt wet, like the sleeping beauty waiting for her first kiss to awaken her, I lie waiting for a cock, my openness advertising my need, not for a kiss, but for the perfect fuck, from the perfect stranger, with the right cock, and my husband acknowledges my need.
So now for the last four years we come here, to lie every day in the dunes, as naked as the day I was born, and to be free as the bird, watching potential suitors display their prowess, like birds with a dazzling array of colours on their plumage, for me the fleshy nudity of the men, from brown to black, from grey to bald, from athletic to rotund and small, and cocks stiff and flaccid, I watch them all, as my husband films, for me to watch and relive during the dark Winter months, here in Sweden.
It was eight, and already the Sun beat down in the thirties, as we breakfasted on our balcony, I was still nude, straight from bed, as I gazed out over the hot sands, knowing I would see more of the same, and as my husband stared into his day old newspaper, my fingers were already preparing myself, as I slowly rubbed my stiff clitoris, all this freedom of sexual expression, was what I loved about here, even the couple in the next room, well the male occupant in particular, his bitch wife was sexually repressed, had witnessed my uninhibited dallying, and he now emerged every morning, onto his balcony, sporting an erection that drew a smile from my lips, which in turn drew a couple of unsolicited jerks from his cock, in essence, he was blatantly telling me he wanted to fuck me, and I concurred with ever the slightest of a nod from my head, and warm smile from my pouted lips, now I basked in the supposed knowledge, that down here, everyone wanted to fuck me.
My husband was used to seeing men get erections and start wanking their woman hungry cocks, and even as I sit here at my laptop writing this story, I am looking at a seven inch erection, being 'chugged' at me, 'Don't forget to pack the creams', I say to my husband, the thickness of my voice, clearly indicating my reaction to what's happening next door.
My husband gets the message, and takes the hint, gets up and walks back into the house and closes the balcony doors, where he can sit down and walk, or have a wank himself, as I strike up a conversation with the man with the erection.
'Looks like you could do with a helping hand there', I say, keen to give it a little attention?
He smiles and looks down at his cock, 'It's hungry to feel a nice white woman's soft ass', he replies with a laugh, I concur and get up to my feet, 'I assume your wife is sleeping'?
'She is not here, she is out', he replies, getting up himself and coming towards the railings that separate our balconies, where we meet.
'Your husband', he queries, as his hand goes between the thin bars and touches my pussy, his fingers prying between the soft moistened labia and exposed clitoris, its protective sheath peeled back with my own dalliances at the table.
I gasp as presses on the exposed sensitive bead, and my thighs part to allow access to my cunt, and I feel myself involuntarily arc inwards, as his fingers slide inside my pussy.
My own hands grip the iron railings, as he starts to brutally thrust in an out of me, his eyes watching my distorted facial features, while his thumb bruises my sensitive clit, 'Oh Fuck', I moan, over and over, and I reach through the gap in the railings take hold of his cock and start jerking him.
He in turn responds by reaching over and grabbing my ass, pulling the left buttock hard from its natural state, stretching my anal opening, his fingers kneading the buttock, tensioning the relaxing my sphincter muscle, in readiness for the back-door fuck, that these men down here crave for, especially the ones belonging to white European women.
'Your husband', he asks again, as his fingers finally make contact with my other hole, 'He's watching us', I gasp, as his fingers meet inside me, the thin gossamer separation between my anus and cunt, being massaged crudely.
'Turn around' he orders, pulling me in one direction, both his inserted fingers guiding my tortured body to the left, and as I spin on my own axis, I look at the darked glass of the balcony sliding doors, knowing my husband is there watching and wanking himself.
'Bend', he grunted, as my ass came perpendicular to the railings separating out hot bodies, I bent as ordered, to weak to resist, and cursed my aching body for allowing itself to be defiled by this little brown man.
He pulled his fingers from my swollen cunt and reinserted them back inside, this time curling them behind my pubis bone, hooking me in position, and within seconds his cock head was centred on my anus, his fat bulbous head already pushing into it, 'Shit', he said forcibly.
I was being stretched, and the pain of having your ass penetrated without any hint of lubrication was beginning to tell, 'Shit', he said again, the aggression in his voice, hinted at his frustration at not getting his cock glans inside my bum, my sphincter proving too tight, and his shaft bending under the strain.
He called shit again, and I squeezed with all my might as if about to release the contents of my digested breakfast, over his cock, of course by doing this my anus would open up and he could slide inside my ass and fuck it, but I needed lub, so I reached over and grabbed the soft butter, melting in the hot sun, 'Put this on your cock', I ordered him, and for a minute or so felt a relaxation on my asshole, only to be replaced by the same force, only this time he was sliding in, and his hands were firmly gripping my hips, as he thrust hard into me.
It was an uncomfortable and occasionally painful buggering, his cock was fat, so I was stretched, and butter is not a great anal lubrication, not that he minded, he was inside me and obviously enjoying my weakness, as I bent onto my breakfast table for physical support, my expletives of pain driving him harder into me, these men love to dominate their fucks, my pain adding to his pleasure.
When she spoke I tightened up, and in turn he came, with the sudden jamming shut and seizing-up of my ass, I turned to see his wife sitting quietly watching her husband fuck the ass of a white European woman, and as we eyed each other, his hot seed was shooting into the soul of my back-door, her rye smile saying it all, 'You are nothing more than a condom for my husbands cum', 'Come' she shouted to him as he slipped from me, 'Come and I wash your cock from this woman's stink'.
I stood upright and turned to see them both walk through their patio doors, my back ached like crazy, and my ass leaked of semen, I looked at the darkened plate glass of my own patio doors, and started to walk towards them.
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