Bea is short for Beatrice. Hans met Bea in a Spanish coffee shop. She was a full-figured black-haired beauty. Her father owned the shop, and she worked there as a barista. She captured Hans’s eye, and he asked if he could paint her.
“Oh, you would have to ask my father.” She blushed.
“Mr. Garcia, I would love to paint a portrait of your daughter Beatrice. It would be of no charge and you could hang it here in your coffee shop. I will not take her away from her duties as I will have her sit for me after hours and on Sunday when you are closed,” Hans pitched. The father agreed, so Hans told Bea what to wear and when to meet at the shop later that night.
Bea looked Hans up and down. He wore an open-flowing white shirt, revealing his black, curly chest hair. Dark, tight leather pants are what he wore below. Bea noticed the bulge in his pants. The bulge was prominent and excited her.
Hans was waiting at the shop door when he saw Bea approaching. She was wearing a tan, button-down, knee-length coat. She was carrying a clothes bag.
She said, “I figured you would want to fuck first, and I didn’t want to mess up my clothes, so I just brought them.” Bea opened up her coat and her large bare breasts and black bush were exposed to anyone on the street. The whole town knew that Bea was a whore. She was more than a whore. She worshiped large cocks. She would often entertain African merchants in her bedroom.
She opened the shop door and closed it behind them. “I know who you are, Hans, and I know your reputation. I hope you don’t disappoint. There are a few rules. I dislike pain, and you will not mark me. Other than that, you can fuck my face, tits, pussy, and ass,” she said. She dropped her coat and stood before Hans like a goddess. She watched his cock grow and snake down his pant leg.
Hans pulled Bea to him and they passionately kissed as his hands fondled her breasts. Her areolas were large and dark. Her nipples stood out like darts. He pulled his shirt over his head, revealing his strong, hairy chest. He sucked each nipple with tenderness. Bea unfastened his leather pants and pushed them to the floor. His large, thick cock sprung out, and she was not disappointed.
Hans set Bea on the counter and spread her legs. Her pussy lips were long and flopping but opened up like a flower, exposing her pink goodness. Her womanly aroma hit him as his nose rubbed through her long black bush. His face dove under her and licked her asshole. Bea moaned and her starfish pulsed. He licked her ass a few more times before tasting her honey juices. She was pulling his hair as he lapped his tongue deep inside her cavern. His tongue slid up and found her crown jewel. Her clitoris was a tiny treasure that was so sensitive that Bea came as soon as his tongue wet it.
Bea’s claws dug into Hans’s back, leaving scratches. “I said to cause me no pain. I am the queen of giving pain,” she whispered. “This is my fertile week. I know you leave your babies all over Europe. You will leave one here as well. But first a little pain for you.”
Bea stood Hans up and bent him over a bar stool. She took a leather strap and lashed him across his back and buttocks. Each lash stung deeply but oddly, watching her tits bounce and her pussy drip, his cock was harder than ever.
Bea put down the leather strap. Hans thought the punishment was over. He was wrong. Bea picked up a greased wooden rod the size of an average cock. She slowly slid it into Hans’s anus. It pained Hans as it opened up his sphincter. He cried out as she had the rod deep into his ass. She pumped it vigorously as she fingered her clit.
Hans endured the pain. Bea cried out as she came from her own fingers. She dropped the rod onto the ground. She sat Hans on a chair and mounted him. He sucked her breasts as she violently fucked his cock. The chair was scooting across the floor as her hips pushed up and down on Hans’s enormous cock.
Bea arched her back and let out a primal scream as she felt his seed spread into her fertile cunt. Her entire body shook. It took minutes for her climax to end. Hans’s soft cock stayed inside her. Bea smiled, looked Hans in the eyes and said, “Let’s get you painting.”
Hans posed her at a corner table by the windows. She was beautiful.
The next night, Bea sucked his enormous cock and took it fully in. He came deep into her throat with not one drop in her mouth. She beat him again and fucked his ass with the rod. This time, Hans fucked her from behind. She moaned with each thrust and came multiple times. Hans deposited his seed as he kissed her neck.
Hans received a beating and a rod fucking each night. His cum poured into her pussy at least once each night.
On Sunday, Bea brought an African merchant with her. She explained she had made a deal with him long ago that he got to fuck her when he came into town. Since she was fertile and trying to receive Hans’s seed, he promised him he could fuck Hans while Hans was fucking her wet pussy.
The African dropped his pants. He smiled at Hans as his monster cock was soft but was as big as Hans’s hard cock. Bea spread her legs and lay on the floor. The African had eaten her out before they reached the shop, so her pussy was soaked. Hans climbed on top of her and impaled her with his cock. He was pumping hard when the African spread olive oil over his black cock and onto Hans’s ass.
The African pushed his cock into Hans’s ass. Hans cried out, and the African laughed. He fucked Hans’s ass hard and fast. The African yelled, and he ejaculated a large amount of cum into Hans’s colon. As soon as the big cock exited, Hans deposited his load into Bea. Bea had already cum multiple times while watching the tears pour out of Hans’s eyes and the tortured grimaces on his face.
Hans completed the painting and limped out of town. He came back every so often to visit Bea and his raven-haired daughter. Over the years, he provided Bea with two more daughters.
