I was in the midst of my vacation in Jamaica when I put myself in the hands of a local masseur noted for his reputation for giving the best massages in Negril. He had a thing for Caucasian women and gave massages to mostly white female tourists. His massage service was in constant demand due to his soft but firm hands, chiseled body, and gift for making women feel comfortable.
Damian worked out of a motel room in downtown Negril. The room was modest but clean. He offered me a glass of wine and a seat at the small table in the corner of the room to relax before the massage. We talked for a bit. He asked me questions, like where I was from and if I was married or single.
Although I just turned fifty, I had retained my youthful looks. My face didn’t reveal many age lines, and my body was in excellent shape. I lied and said I was thirty-five. I said I was divorced and living in California. That part was not a lie.
I downed the first glass of wine quickly. Damian poured me a second glass without asking. He lit a joint for himself and said it helped him to focus more on his massage technique. He offered me a couple of hits, and I must say, it was some pretty strong weed. After the second glass of wine and a couple of hits of potent marijuana, I was feeling very relaxed and anxious to lay on the bed for my massage.
I had stripped down to my panties and bra, but Damian insisted that I remove my bra so he could better massage my back without the straps being in the way. Hell yes, the less I wore, the better! While I lay face down on the bed, Damian splashed scented massage oil on my back and gently rubbed it into my skin. I had to admit, his hands felt good. Really fucking good…
As he ran his skilled hands over my back and legs, I could feel the tensions of life easing out of me and suddenly replaced by a different kind of tension. Sexual. Yes, very sexual. After all, I was lying nearly naked on a bed in a low-lit motel room with a muscular Jamaican man running his hands all over me.
Damian took his time with me. He rubbed my neck, shoulders, and back. I frequently emitted moans to let him know I was enjoying his hands on me. His oily hands moved down my legs and marvelously pampered my feet and toes. He was highly experienced and thorough and spent a considerable amount of time rubbing my backside before finally suggesting that I roll over.
I liked the massage considerably. Damian’s hands were strong but gentle. Those talented hands knew how to make a woman feel relaxed. Along with two glasses of wine, a couple of hits of marijuana, and the magical hands of a dark Jamaican man, I began feeling easy on the outside and hot on the inside. That smoldering fire in my belly began to build when I rolled onto my back.
The hot-looking Jamaican looked at me lying on that bed in nothing but my panties, and I could tell by his tented shorts that he liked what he saw. I could tell by the look in his eyes that he wanted to fuck me. He told me that I had the sexiest tits he had ever laid his eyes on. I smiled up at him, appreciating his compliment. Lying on my back, where most women’s tits at my age would flatten, my tits remained firm and full.
Damian rubbed my arms, shoulders, and neck. Then he massaged my breasts. His fingers softly moved across my nipples, delightfully sensitive to his touch. He tugged on my nipples and squeezed them gently as they swelled and ripened between his fingers.
I had shopping on my mind, and I was only thinking of staying for a massage and being on my way when I entered that motel room. But now I was starting to discover why Damian was so popular with the ladies. He was different from any masseur that I was used to.
He was a good-looking man. He was charming, and he knew how to use his hands. He was a combination of things I found hard to resist. As I lay on my back with Damian’s hands massaging my breasts, I could not ignore the wetness between my legs. My pussy developed an itch that needed to be scratched.
As if he could read my mind, Damian slowly slipped his hand between my legs and felt my wetness through my soaked panties. My pussy tingled when he put a touch of pressure against my swollen clit. It felt so good my mouth opened with a gasp, and I found myself aching for his hands on me.
“Do you like this?” Damian asked as he continued to rub my pussy through my wet panties.
“Yesss,” I hissed and arched my hips against his hand.
Damian kept his right hand between my legs, and at the same time, he bent down and nibbled, licked, and sucked my candy nipples. My moans intensified as my nipples bloomed and turned ultra-sensitive. I wanted him closer and grabbed his dreadlocks to pull his face to me until his mouth was on mine.
His kiss was intense. His breath was hot. His lips were pillowy, and his tongue was in my mouth tempting my tongue to dance with his. Our tongues slithered back and forth. His kisses grew more passionate as his tongue explored the depths of my mouth. While we kissed, I had a sweet fantasy in my head of him licking my pussy like that.
I was breathless as Damian smothered me with his lips, and I was enjoying every bit of it. I tasted his saliva in my mouth and felt it thicken in my throat as we continued to kiss. He was preparing me for sex, and I could no longer resist the pleasure of it.
I felt him pull the gusset of my panties aside and slide a thick finger into my dripping pussy. My hips arched, and I moaned from the pleasant intrusion. His finger was as long as a carrot. Then he slid another finger in, and I moaned louder as he slowly slid them in and out of my juicy hole. He brought his other hand to my crotch and slowly rolled my clit between his thumb and fingers while he fingered me.
I was at his mercy as he fingered my cunt, rolled my clit, and suckled my tits. He slowly ran his tongue down the center of my belly and continued down my abdomen to the waistband of my panties.
“Time for these to come off,” he said as he pulled my panties down my long sexy legs and off the ends of my manicured toes.
Following my womanly instincts, I spread my legs apart for him in anticipation of his warm mouth on my hot pussy. He didn’t disappoint. He spread my pussy with his fingers and slithered his tongue up and down my juicy slit, and teased my engorged clit. I let out a little shriek and felt shivers up and down my body. I could feel my belly tighten, my sign of an impending orgasm.
As his tongue continued to dip into my pussy and waddle over my clit, my body began to tense in anticipation of my orgasm. When Damian sucked hard on my clit and slipped his fingers back inside my cunt, my body exploded with shivers and quakes, and wave after wave of pleasurable orgasmic delight flooded my senses.
I let myself go and let him own me. My knuckles turned white as I gripped the sheet I was now squirming on while Damian continued to finger my cunt and suckle my clit.
“Ohhh-God! Don’t stop!” I screamed as my orgasm continued to roll through me. “Please, don’t stop. It feels so good!”
I lost all control. My head rocked back and forth. “Don’t stop,” I continued to cry. I couldn’t remember the last time I felt an orgasm rock my world like this one did. My whole body was convulsing. During all this, my pussy was pissing streams of my orgasmic juice all over Damian’s hand and face. He seemed to love it as he was licking it up as fast as it came out of me.
It took me a while to catch my breath after my dramatic orgasm. And while Damian picked up the towel next to where I lay and wiped his face with it, I maneuvered to the edge of the bed. With a mouth-watering desire to return the pleasure he had given me, I pulled his shorts down his muscular legs, unleashing his mammoth cock. It was one of a kind, hideously long and thick and hard as a fucking rock. His cock was as black as coal, and although intimidating, it was alluring. His balls, as black as his cock, were the size of two baseballs hanging heavily between his legs.
My heart was in my throat when I asked, “Mind if I…?”
“Please do,” he said, smiling down at me.
I wrapped both hands around Damian’s thick veiny shaft, and he let out a deep moan as I tightened my fingers around his steely cock and stoked it.
I love sucking a hard cock. Because I have a fetish for black men, sucking a black cock always seemed more exciting. I wasn’t sure if I could wrap my lips around this one as my mouth moved closer, and my jaws widened.
Somehow I managed to get the bulbous head of his cock through my lips. I stretched my lips wider to take more of that delicious black cock into my mouth. I took it to the back of my throat before it caused me to gag, but I did not mind gaging on something like that. I opened my jaws unbelievably wider and allowed him to fuck my mouth. His round, thick cock ballooned my cheeks and filled every space between my tongue and palate, and I made gagging sounds every time his cock hit the back of my throat.
Failing my attempts to take his cock down my throat, I resorted to sucking and licking the head of his cock. I could taste the slippery texture of his precum that oozed from his meatus. The salty taste flavoring my tongue brought a hungry moan from deep in my throat.
I went to work on Damian by sucking the head of his cock and drawing more precum from his meatus while stroking his shaft with one hand and massaging his balls with my other hand.
Damian ran his fingers through my hair as I worked my mouth up and down his member. Hungrily I took him as deep as I could. His cock was throbbing inside my mouth.
“Mmm…Yes, woman. Suck my big Jamaican cock. Show me how much you love it. Show me how much you want it,” he said several times while I was doing my best. And my best got better from hearing him talk like that.
Damian continued to rub his hands over my shoulders and arms upper arms before he gripped the back of my head and pushed my mouth down his aching muscle. I moved to a different position to take more of his cock between my lips.
“Let me suck you now,” I said while lying on my back with my head hanging off the edge of the bed.
Damian smiled and knelt next to the side of the bed, bringing his cock level with my face. I was looking at Damian’s crotch from the upside-down position of my head. I could smell the musky scent of his balls. His balls looked swollen and much larger up close to my eyes.
I grabbed his cock and traveled my tongue along the bottom of his shaft. Then I ran my nose against his sweaty scrotum. The hot, funky smell of his nuts was an aphrodisiac to my senses. Soon, I had his cock back in my mouth. The position of my throat straightened enough to let the bulbous head of his cock enter my larynx. I took him in and out of my throat and briefly stopped whenever I came up for air.
Damian was in heaven. He moaned and groaned his pleasure as he shifted his hips and fucked my throat with every last inch of his cock. My way of caring for his cock had him tingling from head to toe. I was eager to please him. I started flicking my tongue up and down his shaft and sucked more precum from his meatus.
“Mmm, I haven’t had a cock like this in my entire life,” I said when I came up for air.
“I have had many Caucasian women suck my cock, but you bring a new meaning to it. Come on, suck me some more and I will give you a great reward,” he boasted.
Damian kept running his hands through my long reddish hair. He wanted to hold back his cum to prolong his pleasure for as long as he could. He admitted that he never had a blowjob this good before. Once again, my neck expanded to accompany his cock moving down my throat as deep as it would go.
I was at the edge of losing my mind, slurping like a pig on pork with saliva drooling from my lips as his big black mamba reached the depths of my throat.
Oh, what have I become? During my marriage, my husband and I engaged in the swinging lifestyle. My husband talked me into it and kept me busy meeting and having sex with one man after another. Some of it was one-night stands with total strangers. Sometimes he pimped me out and made money off of using me as his whore.
I wanted to stop being a slut after I divorced my husband, but this was one bad habit that I found too hard to break. Now here I was again, back in my slutty lifestyle, enjoying every second of it, drinking it up like an alcoholic on a drunken binge. And the deeper I sank into it, the sleazier it became, and the better it felt.
Damian was losing his mind too. He could feel his nuts tighten. He wanted me to slow down, not to make him cum until he was ready. But I didn’t listen. I was too hungry to stop. Suddenly, Damian’s cock jerked inside my mouth. “Ahhh, fuck!” He yelled and shot a hot rope between my tongue and palate. More followed. It was thick and saucy. I closed my lips around his cock and moaned each time I swallowed. I swallowed four times before he finished.
I continued to make love to his cock, giving it gentle licks and sucks. I simply love the aftertaste of cum after I swallow it. Damian’s cum was potent enough to linger on my taste buds long after it settled in my belly.
We took a short break to catch our breath. I expected Damian would need a few minutes to recover. I was wrong. His recovery was up and running in less than a minute. Now to think back on it, I don’t recall his cock ever softening.
Almost immediately, Damian stood up and moved to the other side of the bed. He grabbed my ankles and jerked my ass halfway across the bed. Oh, God, the man was so strong! I like a little bit of rough stuff, and his strength turned me on. He mounted the bed and knelt between my legs.
His cock looked like a canon jutting from his crotch. I loved the size of his cock. He was a credit to his race.
I crooked my legs with my feet flat on the bed, and all I could see was that big black cock pointing at my pussy, and for a brief moment, I felt intimidated by it.
This Jamaican cock was twelve inches long and thick as a baseball bat. I worried that it could damage my pussy, but I took the big ones before. I quickly regained my confidence and widened my legs.
Damian moved closer. He leaned over me and braced on his left arm while using his other hand to rub the tip of his cock up and down my pussy lips. He tortured me as he pressed his cock against my clit, then traced it down my slit to the edge of my hole. He continued teasing me until I screamed, “Please fuck me, Damian!”
He looked down at me and said, “Do you think you can handle it?”
“Are you asking me that now?” I sassed with a pussy hot enough to fuck a freight train.
He caught my jest and eased the head of his cock into the entrance of my cunt. I felt my tender vagina stretch beyond the norm to accommodate him, and I cried out, “Oh, my god! You’re so fucking big!”
“Oh, so you lied to me. You can’t handle my cock,” he said and started to pull out.
“Oh, no, please don’t leave me,” I cried and coiled my arms and legs around him.
He laughed over my dramatic plea. “No, woman, I will not leave you,” he said as he eased more of his cock inside me. Oh, it hurt so fucking good!
I closed my eyes and moaned, “More. Give me more.”
After he pressed half his length inside me, he started fucking me. “Oh Fuck! Oh Shit! Yes, don’t stop fucking me!” The dirty words spat from my lips as I felt more and more of his fat cock sliding in and out of my hot juicy cunt.
Minutes later, I had taken his entire length, and he kept most of it buried in my cunt as he fucked me. My head was spinning. I felt like I could faint, and I fought to stay conscious. I didn’t want to miss a thing.
“Mmm, baby, we got a thing going on,” he groaned against my ear as his body weighed upon mine.
“I could stay like this forever,” I moaned against his ear. My emotions were running amuck. Oh, Jeezus, I felt like I was falling in love with him! Maybe at that moment, I was. I had this crazy urge to whisper, “I love you,” in his ear. Thank god, I still had enough sense not to.
He continued to fuck me on my back, and I started having orgasms, one after another. The man fucked my brains out, non-stop and mercilessly. My throat was dry from screaming and moaning so much. His cock felt all the better after my pussy stretched to accommodate him.
I never had this much cock inside me since I can’t remember when. Surely, this is one that I will never forget! He felt extremely sexy in the way he fucked me. His girth stretched me in the best possible ways. He covered my mouth, neck, breasts, and nipples with kisses as he ground on me steadily.
The passion began to burn between us. His raging cock set my pussy on fire. I wrapped my arms and legs around him and hung on for my life. He thrust his big Jamaican cock like a heavy sledge in and out of my searing cunt with an ever-increasing pace and intensity. The walls echoed the sounds of our flesh slapping together along with the moaning and groaning that neither of us could contain.
Damian, a young, sexy, well-hung Jamaican, prided himself on his stamina and ability to recover from an orgasm. He didn’t waste any time fucking me after he fed me his cum.
As I write these words, I can’t believe what a slut I’ve become. So many dark and sleazy moments in my life. I hated myself for it, but I loved it so much.
He kissed my mouth again as he slowly sank his cock into my trembling cunt and slowly backed out.
“Oh, what have you done to me?” I softly groaned as my eyes hazily looked up at him.
“I am helping you live your fantasy,” he replied and continued to slowly drill my cunt. I wrapped my arms around him as he fucked me harder.
“Mmm, oh god, that feels so good,” I groaned with my eyes half closed as he found the perfect rhythm, and I started to grin with him.
Before long, I had several orgasms, and Damian was slamming his dick into my hot pudding. I loved it hard and fast. He had all the right moves.
“Oh, don’t stop! Please don’t stop!” I cried. I don’t know why I shouted those words. He wasn’t going to stop anyway.
I lost track of time. The strong Jamaican had my ass bouncing and my tits rocking with every thrust. I had my hands on his ass, urging him not to stop. He got lost in the sounds of my moans, and it pleasured his ego to hear me begging for more cock. The slut inside me was alive and well.
Damian realized that without a change of pace, he would be spilling his cum very soon. He wanted to prolong the pleasure and pulled his cock free of me.
“Oh, my! What are you doing?” I cried while trying to pull him back to me.
“Get on your hands and knees. Do it now!” he ordered. His voice was stern and made me realize his dominance.
He knelt behind me and nailed my pussy from behind. “Ooo, oh shit! That feels crazy!” I cackled. He gave me a few deep thrusts, and I began pushing back. Oh, my lust for his cock was now beyond my comprehension. I had loosened up considerably, and he slid in more easily now.
He felt my constant push against his thrusts, and he stopped fucking me. He grabbed my hips and urged me to fuck him by pulling me back and forth.
Damian struggled to keep from cumming. He started saying, “Oh, baby, that feels so good! Your pussy feels so good! You’re going to make me cum.”
He said the right thing because I desperately wanted his cum. I started banging my ass against his crotch, and every thrust from me brought him closer to the edge. Eventually, he couldn’t hold it back, and his big balls began pumping a flood of cum deep inside my burning cunt.
“Oh, woman! Oh, woman! Oh, woman!” He groaned as he filled me with a flood of hot semen.
I cried, “Oh, baby! Oh, baby! Yes, give me your cum! Give it all to me!”
He pulled his cock out and shot the rest of his load on my ass. I felt it trickle down my crack. He ran his cock up and down the crack of my ass, smearing his cum all around my asshole.
As soon as he finished, I turned and pushed him onto his back. He was still amazingly hard. I should have called it quits, but my body wanted another serving of his cock, and I mounted his hips and sank my hot juicy cunt down his cock. I began grinding on him so that the base of his cock rubbed against my clit. My clit was super engorged. Oh, it felt good! Oh, so good!
I was intensely rocking on Damian’s pole, enjoying it rubbing against my G-spot, which caused me to climax once again. Oh, make that twice as I arched my back to get a better angle. In the midst of my orgasm, I tossed my head back and screamed like a banshee.
Damian’s cock was shooting lightning bolts of pleasure through my body. It made my nipples vibrate and my toes tingle and curl. I had completely lost my mind. My body belonged to Damian as I felt another orgasm quickly building deep inside my womb.
Damian cupped my breasts while I rode him. He knew I was ready to cum when my pussy tightened around his cock. My orgasm struck me like a bolt of lightning. My body was jerking so intensely I could no longer fuck him. So, without removing his cock, he rolled me onto my back and finished me off.
Damian lifted off me, and his cum and my juices leaked from my pussy and puddled on the bedsheet. I offered to pay him for the massage, but he wouldn’t take my money. He asked me when I was coming back to Jamaica. I told him maybe next year, maybe sooner now that I knew him. I didn’t bother cleaning myself. I got dressed, and I went shopping, enjoying the dirty pleasure of his sticky cum smeared between my thighs, reminding me of what a great time I had.
