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THE BUSINESS TRIP, part ONE

PART ONE
Leaving Chicago for St.Marteen in mid-winter is not a hardship. O’Hare was full as I walked briskly in my full-length sable coat to board my flight to the sunny Caribbean. This was my reward for entering my company’s 200percent club. Those who achieved 100% of their sales quota had few days off, but the true winners got a special treat. I was going to a gathering of the besters of the best. We would have a minimum of official meetings to satisfy the IRS and the rest was for our fun. Under my coat I wore a smart blue business suit with a skirt that had a slit in front. This was complemented with a white silk blouse. To the outside world I was a poster of conservatism. But, under my suit I was wearing a sheer bra from Victoria’s Secret and no underwear. The rush of the air across my pussy turned me on, especially when I’d be in a room full of men. If they only knew the pleasure that I got from the feeling of power in using my sex to make men worship me when I made them come. Most males in the boarding pen were either fat or appeared too slovenly, or in a few cases, both. Personally I admit to being 39-and-holding. I stand 5-4 and 110 lb. My pussy is tight. My boobs 36C are firm with gorgeous ruby red, long and thick nipples that are to die for. Thanks to Stairmaster, my but is small and round. I love the way I look and making heads turn my way. On the plane I folded my coat into the overhead compartment. My company’s executive who was known as a domineering prick was occupying the isle seat. He was not offering to move and let me into my window seat. Instead of waiting for him to stand in the aisle to let me in, I climbed over his legs while facing him. As I was climbing over his knees, my blouse opened up showing him my hard nipples, my skirt hiked up and he caught a glimpse of my pussy. I knew that I should have shaved. Our eyes were locked onto each other but neither blinked or said a word. I settled in, the hem of my skirt stopped at mid-thigh. I caught his lingering look at me at least he smiled. He was handsome in a boyish way. His blues eyes were bright and piercing. A thick, luscious, silver mane with a part on the left, swept back from his forehead over his ears to a neatly trimmed line at the base of his skull. His black eyebrows hinted that he was not old, but rather, prematurely gray. His flat stomach and muscular chest and arms advertised that he worked out faithfully. Best of all he looked well scrubbed and proud of it. At least his looks were acceptable even though I though all knew him as Jack C., the prick. “Hello Barbara”, that’s all he said. The flight was uneventful. We were polite and business like.

Our plane touched down at the airport and taxied to the arrival gate where the passengers were greeted by a complimentary cocktail of rum and fruit juice. The warm, exotic glow from the rum seemed to loosen the muscles and increase the senses. We arrived at the resort. Two female resort staff members greeted our cab and whisked us to the front desk to check-in and promptly delivered me to my suite and him to his.

My room was spectacular with a bedroom and separate living room. The suite included a fully stocked mini-bar dominated by exotic rum flavors. I tipped the staff members generously, and they departed leaving me alone for the first time. The sun went down. The warm air and drinks made me long for a relaxation. In the shadows I could see people at the Jacuzzi. “What the heck, its time to mingle” I told myself. I removed my two-piece bathing suit from my luggage and changed. This off-white suit had no inner padding and it fit me like a glove. The darkness of my nipples was showing though the thin off-white cloth. Tie up strings were holding the bottom tightly such that the fabric showed the outline of my lips like a camel’s toe. Across the center of my pelvis I could make out the plump outline of my pubic bush. “I’ll have to do something about that,” I, told myself.

Several attendants were serving the guests rum drinks. I entered into the Jacuzzi. A young waiter approached our spot to ask if I wanted any drinks. He was well built and muscular with a large bulge inside the shorts he wore. He looked at me; by now I had nothing to hide, my suit became a see-through bikini. "I want something strong and exotic. I want to drink something to relax my tense muscles, because I’ve have just arrived. I want to unwind and enjoy the breeze". I sat on the bench and let the water massage my back, then my neck. I leaned forward and let it hit my lower back. My muscles were loosening and I was anticipating more. I turned sideways, then backward, facing the wall off the Jacuzzi. The jets were thrusting hot water at my tits, making my nipples feel hard and stick out through my bikini top. Water jets come out all over and I let them hit my chest and stomach, moving slowly so the water would surround my nipples. My pussy was getting wet and as I moved I felt my bikini bottom slide against my lips. I ground my pussy in circles against the water, feeling an orgasm rising then I realized that I was in a public pool. I looked about me and there was what seemed to be threesome. It was dark, but the low lights of the Jacuzzi were on. One man lifted the woman’s leg in the air. The other turned her shoulders so she was lying on her side. She soon had her crotch aimed at one of the jets. At this one guy spooned in behind her. My god, what a view. First guy leaned forward, bending her leg at the knee and reached toward her backdoor. Sliding his finger along her crack until he reached his goal, he pushed against the rim a little causing her to buck. The second guy reached down and started to tweak her nipples between, rolling them slowly until they peaked. The first guy's finger breached the rim of her ass and with deliberate moves was pushing inside and pulling out. She was moaning. Second guy was starting to press his cock into her.

These two guys developed a sixth sense at how to move in unison and take her over the edge quickly. She started coming with loud moans that turned into deep-throated screams of passion. I was wet from watching. I realized that I was not in an ordinary hotel but in a hedonism place. I went into my bedroom, grabbed a pillow, held it between my legs and fell asleep.

Morning came. Back into the business suit and into the obligatory business meeting seated next to Jack C. The meeting was boring. It was inane, pointless. I could not fathom the long, drawn-out meeting with fanfare, all designed to provide a look at the company's “current” financial standing, and highlight "new initiatives" from the CEO. It was just the usual pep talk. But I loved the attention and the rewards that they gave me for my successful year. Many came over and shook my hand and congratulated me. Jack C. was the last in line. He shook my hand, nuzzled both of my cheeks and whispered, “You look gorgeous”. From him, it was a great compliment. “Ohh, Thank God the meeting is over” I thought and left. In my room, I opened the French doors, and stepped out onto the small terrace. I stood with my hands on the doors, inhaling the scent of the roses mixed with the sea breeze. “That’s what I need, true relaxation”, quickly went into bedroom, took off my attire and put on my bathing suit. “Good it’s dry.” I went to the grassy area, faced the sun, and plunked myself on a beach chair. The view was interesting; many women were fashionably topless with mini-thongs for the bottom. The men wore swim-trunks that covered their balls and a skosh more. And then there were the American execs with their bellies hanging over their Bermuda shorts, wearing ill fitting T-shirts, walking on the beach in their wingtip shoes and black socks. It was not pleasant to watch them. I was on my back, legs partially parted showing off my camel toe. Just as I was beginning to relax, one my company’s big shots, with his belly over the belt and skinny legs in business shoes started circling me. He was ogling my pussy. “Move, you worthless limp dick” that’s what I wanted to say, but it came out demurely “Would you mind, you’re blocking the sun, Thank you”. I needed a good drink. “Would you mind if I lie next to you” It was Jack, he was standing slightly out of my sight, attired in Speedos and a drink in each hand. “Go ahead, be my guest, ” I answered. He handed me a drink and into my ear he said, “I thought you needed some protection from the encircling vulture”. I flashed him a smile “Thanks, I needed that, more then you think”. We both laughed.

We spotted a couple on the beach. The couple was oblivious to all. The girl was really into what she was doing now and was sucking on her boyfriend's cock, taking several inches into her mouth. I couldn't help but notice the healthy size of his penis. We had a glimpse of her hairy pussy before he started to push his fingers inside her. He climbed on top of her and we watched as his cock was pounding her spread pussy. After just a few moments, the man rolled over and pulled the woman on top of him. They were fucking like mad. Just watching them made my pussy very wet and the nipples hard. Jack’s dick was rising and popped out of his bathing suit. His face flushed in embracement, but I enjoyed the sight. “This is an interesting place,” I said; “It certainly is,” he answered. Instinctively my hand grabbed his dick and I began giving him a hand job. We watched the woman’s breasts heaving in a staccato rhythm. It was erotic being voyeurs. I felt Jack tense up and let go a spurt. After we had recovered our composure, Jack said, “You know, most everything here is complimentary, the drinks, massages, etc.” he continued, “You could even take care of that” and he pointed to my pubic hair. I felt brave, “In that case, order it all” I said smiling.

Jack brought me to the spa, and a tall redhead wearing what appeared to be a frock greeted us. She was quite beautiful. She said, “You must be Barbara, I’m Susan, and I’m in charge of making you as relaxed as possible.” Susan sat me down in a relaxing chair, and started to explain what would be occurring over the next few hours, a facial and a complete and total body massage. I was very excited and could feel my nipples getting hard as I sat there listening to her. She asked if I wanted a glass of champagne, I said yes, and she returned with a tall flute, and said, “Remove your swim suit, put your robe and relax in this chair. We will be getting started in a few minutes.” Jack said “Don’t worry, they are professionals, and they do this all of the time” I’ll be nearby, and moved to the back of the room. I drank my champagne quickly. She refilled the glass immediately. I decided to stay naked; after all they are going to work on me. As I waited I ran my hand over my nipples, I felt how hard they were and involuntarily started to pinch them. They started to grow harder, and I could feel myself start to get that feeling of arousal when Susan came back with another stunning young woman. Her name was Lori. She was a brunette, not as tall as Susan, but just as big in the chest. My attendants partially disrobed themselves. Susan and Lori removed their white frocks leaving them in tight spandex suits. Each had her front zipper left open almost to her navel, with the bottom resembling short-shorts, ending just below a nicely rounded ass. With my first brief glance, it was easy to see that each wore nothing underneath, as their nipples nearly poked a hole through the material covering them. The folds of Susan and Lori’s vagina were clearly visible. Susan started rubbing my neck and then laying my head back and cleaning my face. She then started to rub some different lotions on, and massage my face. As Susan was massaging my face, Lori was massaging my hands. It was great feeling to be pampered so. I was just sitting there in a wonderful state of relaxation. We held some small talk. Susan started to end up her massage and Lori was finished with my hands, so she moved back down to my feet, and Susan started to work on the rest of my facial. As I was sitting there Lori started to massage my feet. It felt great, and as I looked down at her, I noticed she was looking at my pussy. Somehow I didn’t seem offended or nervous; in fact I almost involuntarily spread my legs a little more. She looked away for a minute, but then I noticed she looked even closer. I was somehow flattered and even a little excited about the unprovoked glances.

I moaned a little and how good it felt, reached for some more champagne, now my third glass. I looked down at her as she performed her work, and as she would lean over my foot I could see her ample cleavage. As she massaged my foot sitting on that stool, she would place it in her lap and I got the feeling she was rubbing my foot's heal against her own pussy. I was getting excited, and I was surprised. I am not a prude. I had never done anything with a woman before, but I suppose I had a little feeling of wonder, a little fantasy once in a while. Somehow, this was different. She lifted my foot from her lap, and she placed it back down, she spread my legs even wider apart. As she put my other foot in her lap and started to massage it. I again noticed that it seemed to be resting against her pussy. This time I acted as though I were stretching and rubbed my heal against her a little harder. I watched her as her eyes closed slightly for a second. As I did this I could feel a familiar tingle in my pussy. I was little nervous, because I was getting excited, and my lips were starting to swell. Susan started to rub my shoulders, and it felt great. As her hands moved around my neck, she seemed to rub the front of my shoulders and slightly rub the front of my chest. I felt myself wanting her hands to go further, and reach my nipples, which desperately needed some more attention. I felt a little strange to be laying there with my legs spread wide open, Lori staring at my pussy, and wanting Susan to take my nipples in her hands. But I was feeling good, and I was going to make the most of it. They moved me to a massage table.

I started to lie on my back, when they explained that the massage would start after the waxing. “Waxing?” Susan explained that there was a bikini waxing. She told me not to worry, that while a little painful at first; they had a method to soothe the area. I reluctantly said ok, and they started to get their equipment into place. Susan then asked how much hair I would like removed. I guess I looked at her a little strange, and she explained that today, many woman are removing all of their hair, but some just like the bikini area. I was unsure. Then Susan walked over to me, reached down and slipped out and pulled her spandex down, revealing a bald pussy. It looked quite sexy, she put her hands on it and showed me how much easier it was to manage. I was watching her move her hand over her pussy when she said, “Then away with all of it?” I guess so, I said.

Susan stood on one side of Lori and me on the other. Susan spread my legs and applied the wax and then ripped off the first hairs. As soon as Susan pulled the hair off, Lori slapped my pussy with her hand, and applied some lotion. There was some pain, and suddenly pleasure. Susan applied another coating of wax, pulled it off and then again Lori slapped my pussy with her hand and rubbed in the lotion. I was getting so excited. I was looking forward to the next time I would feel the sting of Lori’s hand slapping my pussy, and then rubbing it. Soon they were down to the sensitive areas of the inside thigh. They could probably see that my breathing was fast, but where they were I am certain that they could see and smell my excitement. Susan spread the wax ripped off some hair and then Lori slapped my pussy lips. I arched my back, not in pain, but in pleasure as she rubbed the lotion between my legs. “One last time,” Susan said. I was disappointed, I wanted some more. Susan ripped off the hair and Lori with a little more force then before slapped me square on my pussy lips, and I thought I was going to cum. I bit my lip as she started to rub in the lotion, and occasionally a finger between my lips. Lori started to wipe my pussy down and clean me up. As I looked down, I was confused because I was looking at them in a very sexual way, a way I had never looked at woman before. Maybe it was the champagne? A man came into the room. He introduced himself as Bradley, as if on cue, Lori excused herself and left. Bradley removed his frock; a tight muscle shirt emphasized his well-sculpted upper body including his chest, neck, and arm muscles. I could even see the outline of his rock-hard abs that thrust through the thin cotton material. What was even more shocking and exciting were the short loose exercise shorts he wore that left plenty of room for an eager hand like my own to reach up to explore what hung underneath. I made up my mind I would take that opportunity as soon as I got the chance.

I was on my stomach again. After Brad got into his rhythm doing my neck and back, Susan slightly spread my legs, applied some oil to her warm hands, and began to massage the backs of my calves and thigh with long, powerful strokes. As she moved up between my legs I instinctively spread them so she could more easily knead my inner thighs, a move that not surprisingly allowed easier access to my most private areas. With every stroke I imagined, no I can say hoped, that she would get more intimate with her warm hands.

Brad lightly took a hold of my wrists and slowly repositioned them away from my sides and placed them above my head with my hands dangling over the front edge of the table. After he was satisfied that my sides were unobstructed, he poured a small amount of oil onto his hands, leaned over my head, and began to deeply rub my back and sides, first up near my arm pits then moving slowly and strongly all the way down to the top of my buttocks. His fingers lightly grazed the sides of my breasts with his first return stroke, a touch that could be construed to be accidental since my own weight and Brad's pressure caused my ample breasts to balloon to the sides. As he reached down and bent forward, I could feel the soft cotton of his shorts bump up against the backs of my fingers. After a couple of these strokes, I knew he could easily feel my touch and he took no action to avoid it...for that matter, he seemed to linger longer as he stretched his arms down as far as he could reach.

At my first opportunity when he brought his body upright and his shorts away from the table edge, I moved my hands so they were almost touching at the center. Since the table height almost exactly matched the height of his crotch, I was treated to the unmistakable feel of his penis as he moved his slippery hands back down to my ass. It was no accident that he remained pressed against the back of my fingers, so I slightly turned my hands so my fingers were on either side of his semi-erect cock. And lightly stroked his manhood. In just a few seconds I could feel him grow harder as his excitement began to do what comes naturally. I'm not sure which one of us moaned first. “Oh, what strong arms you have” I said; to which he replied, “To better hold you with,” he answered. “Oh, what a large dick you have”, and he “To better pleasure you with”, we chuckled. “Not only he’s and Adonis, but clever too” I whispered to myself. As I started becoming moist from the sexual excitement, Susan suddenly suggested she and Brad switch ends so he could get more experience with giving a leg massage. Whether she sensed what was going on between Brad and I. Her poor timing interrupted an erotic moment that both of us were not so willing to abandon. Without much protest however, Brad straightened up and moved over to the side to exchange places with her while giving me a nice view of the slight tenting of the front of his shorts caused by his arousal. I thought I even noticed a small area where a bit of pre-cum had moistened the material.

In order to continue the passion of the moment, I widened my legs slightly, so little that the movement might not be noticed, but enough that the new probing fingers would have easier access to the areas that needed attention now the most. With every stroke up my thighs, Brad seemed to come closer and closer to my crotch. I could now feel just the faintest pressure at the very tops of my legs, and with that a slight pressure pushing my legs apart even more.

I suddenly moaned with pleasure as his fingers gently probed the sensitive area between my anus and vagina. My moan was a sound so guttural and primitive that it startled all of us. Susan asked if I was all right, knowing full well the manipulations had progressed to a higher stage than what was normally taught in a massage class. I could only slightly nod my head and with all my effort I softly mumbled, "More, please more, don't stop now. Please!"

My breathing was rapid and my skin felt like it was on fire. He fingered and played with my ass. Each time, he’d escalate slowly, worked his fingers in to holding it against me. Soon, he was not just pressing his thumb against my ass, but actively pulsing it, applying pressure and releasing it with each thrust of his fingers Just as he began exploration of my outer pussy lips, Susan suddenly stopped the whole process and suggested it was time that I turned over onto my back. My God! Is this really happening...can I go to the next level?

Brad put his hands just above my well-lubricated derriere and gently rolled me onto my back. I relaxed into a "tits up" position, and with my eyes closed, legs slightly spread, waited for the two to have their way with me. That sounds crude in itself, but honestly that is how I felt as my heart pounded and my skin flushed with passion. I did not sense the same exited state in Susan, but I heard Brad gasp with awe as my ample breasts and hardened nipples came into his view for the first time.

I once again placed my arms down along my sides, and waited for the next half of my massage to begin. Brad was the first to speak, but only with bated breath, "Relax madam, and let go of all your inhibitions and imagine yourself daydreaming whilst on a Caribbean island beach lounge in your full natural beauty. We are but two natives who happened to be passing by and stopped to provide you relief from the stresses of your daily life." I did as I was told, and felt myself gliding into a state of oblivion. The champagne helped.

Oil was once again applied to their skillful hands, and the manipulations began once more. The soft female fingers kneaded my neck and shoulders, pushing firmly into the deep tissues while at the same time Brad's masculine hands conversely merely glided over the sensitive skin of my willing thighs. As his fingers reached higher and higher towards my pubic region, I gave in to the moment.

The feelings that raced through my body and my mind were all so intertwined that for that instant, I could hardly distinguish embarrassment from pride, fear from longing, nor lust from love. I drew in a deep breath and pulled up my arms over my head and wrapped them as best I could around the soft ass of the instructor feeling the need to return some of the pleasure afforded me by my companions. At the same time I spread my knees widely offering myself wholly to the pleasuring fingertips that were beginning to rub my blossoming moist petals.

As if my act of total abandonment set off some kind of signal, my partners suddenly withdrew their hands from me and proceeded to strip off their own clothes until they both were naked. I raised my head slightly, enough to see Brad climb up on the table between my legs, his huge erection pointing right at me with the eye of his tiger glistening with a drop of his own lubrication. I closed my eyes and waited for the bliss of penetration, but to my surprise, I felt only the tip of his warm wet tongue flittering at my clit. With what seemed like a reflex action I wrapped my legs around his neck and lifted my hips up to meet his waiting mouth.

So as not to ignore Susan, I pulled her hips to my head and pulled her forward to the table edge. Understanding my desires, she lifted one knee up onto the table then the other, straddling my face with her parted pussy just inches from my face. I had never been with another woman, nor had I ever really wanted to. Well I guess now I was going to find out.


As Susan began to moan and groan, Brad abruptly stopped his oral activity. Before I could get out a muffled cry of protest, I felt the engorged tip of his penis at my slit; his cock worked itself between my lips and closer to my ever-waiting hole. I took his cock and guided it into me. The tip started to penetrate and then he stopped. He slowly withdrew a little and then with a thrust got the head of his dick inside me. It hurt for only a moment as I was being stretched. Gently moving in and out, he slowly pushed more and more into me. He just stayed there for a moment, stretching me to the max, letting my body adjust to his size. With small strokes he pushed his dick further and deeper until he was banging up against the back wall of my cunt. I held my breath as I was getting used to his size. I spread my legs trying to expand my cunt and to take more of him. Soon he had nearly all of it in me. I was in heaven. That upward curve of his dick hit my most sensitive spots as he moved in and out. He moved with a couple of long strokes, then few short strokes, relaxed, and then he pistoned hard and fast. I began to get more and more excited. Brad’s urges were taking over. He began to push harder each time my hips rose to take more of him inside me. His huge balls were slapping against my ass and that only made it better. To please my clit he pulled out, rubbed my clit with his prick. He then thrust again into my wetness, this time faster and with no attempt to be gentle.

He began a steady rhythm of coitus that was driving us both to bliss. I could tell that Susan was enjoying my oral attentions, Her hand slipped between my legs as if checking to make sure he was all in and he was. She looked up into Brad’s eyes and lifted her head and caught his lips in a deep kiss, Brad took a while to enjoy the moment and the passion that the kiss brought and then he quickly pulled all the way out until only the head of his huge purple angry cock remained inside, then he quickly rammed the entire length back inside with a force that I though would surely come on the other side of me. Without warning, Susan interrupted Brad by demanding, "Hey, how about me having a little of that?" Without putting up a fight, Brad pulled out of me completely, and presented his pussy-drenched dick to her parted lips. "Here, lick her juices off this before you start!" I could hear the unmistakable sound of a blowjob as he got his wish. Before I knew what was happening, Brad came over to the side of my face and rubbed his cock on my cheek. I turned my head away from Susan's bottom and in his direction and took Brad into my mouth as far as I could. I was able to maneuver one hand up and back to where I grabbed his cock and guided it into my hole, which was dripping with juices. It entered easily and he began to fuck in earnest. I was at the edge. He pulled out again. Lifted me and turned me over onto my stomach pulling my derriere to him. Susan moved to my front and started pinching and twirling my nipples. Now my engorged with blood nipples were thick, dark and at least inch long. Susan was sucking on them and they hurt with excitement.

Brad poured some glide into his hands and pushed it into my ass until I was loose enough and open, I wanted him to try his cock. He got up on his knees, pushed my legs back against my chest. He then nudged his dick softly against my outside ring. It slipped in, he withdrew it, pushed again, and it went further before he withdrew it and so it went. Finally he pushed harder, I panted, his dick’s head popped in through both rings of muscle and he stopped. Gasping at my hotness and my tightness he waited as I loosened up and relaxed under their busy hands. My body was sending out signals and until they were gone he would not move. Finally I pushed down and an inch of his cock slid inside then he pushed and another made it. After a while he was all the way inside and his balls were rubbing against my body. He stayed there as Susan pulled and tugged my nipples then my clit and when he felt a small orgasm wrack my body he started to move slowly in and out of my ass. He would withdraw to the entrance and push back again each time moving a little faster. My groans became louder. I held on to his arms as if life depended on it and then I muttered, "Oh God! That feels so good. Your big cock is filling me so full and I am so hot I feel I could explode." He lowered his head and worked on my nipples.
He pulled out, rolled over and sat me on his cock like a cowgirl. I began to wail. With that, without withdrawing from me, he held me and rolled me into a missionary position. Brad plunged his thick cock again and again into my depths, bottoming out with each stroke. My pelvis thought it might split in two, but I began to love his weight and firmness. Susan bent down and sucked on the nipple nearest her and I began to wriggle my hips and lift my legs and wrap them around Brad’s waist. This let Brad sink even deeper and I heard him moan with pleasure as he fucked with full force. With Susan sucking on my tit, I came; my orgasm pushed Brad over the edge. He stiffened and tightened his buttocks and shot his first creamy load deep into me. He shot load after load, it seemed he had an endless supply of jizz. We began squishing as he stirred his own jizz inside me, then he held himself still at his deepest penetration, grunting and groaning before gingerly retreating and letting his huge meat stick pop out. Susan came almost at the same time as she squealed with delight with her own orgasm. I reached up and took Brads still pulsing cock into my mouth and was surprised when he ejaculated one last small bit of salty cum into my throat.

We remained in the same position for a few minutes, allowing our breathing to return close to normal. The two slowly arose and got dressed. I asked for the bill so I could charge it to the room. "No charge this time lady. I just hope we don't owe you!" At this moment I noticed Jack in the shadows. He was there for the whole thing.
We looked into each other’s eyes. I turned toward him lifted my knees toward my chest. My nipples were still dark red and puffy. Both breasts were hard and pointing high. My pussy lips engorged, thick and stretched out. My vagina instead of being a tight slit, it had a gaping hole from Brad’s big penis. Clear fluid all around my pussy and thighs. With my hands I grabbed Jack’s head and gently pulled it down into my grotto of love. Jack resisted a bit. “Lick it Jack … it’s OK, lick it “ I encouraged, “come on, do it … I know you want to.” He started licking, sucking my juices, teasing my clit. My pussy started contracting again. “Suck it up, stick your tongue deep lick my lips,” Jack was licking hard, he was sticking his tongue deep into me. He used his tongue to stroke my pussy lips, tease my clit and fuck me with his mouth. His warm tongue was like a vibrator, sending shivers through my body. I pressed my mound onto his mouth and came hard with wild spasms. I pulled his face off my pussy, brought his lips to mine and we kissed. Our kiss was a soft passionate kiss. I tasted my juices in his mouth and it was OK. He was good. He handed me my bathing suit. I put it on and tied the strings making sure my camel’s toe was showing. With my body wet with perspiration the suit became as transparent as a wet tissue paper. I liked the show that I was giving. We walked to my suite, with passersby looking at my hard nipples, my wet pussy lips and me.

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