As I lay between the two men on the double bed, I enjoyed the sight of their large white bodies pressed against my smaller black one. I always thought the color contrast of my naked body against a white man or woman’s naked body was erotic. After enjoying the view for a moment I sat up between them and propped myself against the headboard and bulkhead of the boat. I gathered my long, braided hair in my hands and purposely spread it out over my body to cover my breasts. I did not do it out of any type of modesty, after what the two men had just done to me I had no modesty or decency left in me, I did it because it looked sexy and erotic and knew they would enjoy the sight. I also enjoyed the sight of them.
Travis’s cock was erect and standing at full attention while Patrick’s, having just had an orgasm, was semi-erect and his large penis was draped over his upper thigh. While I was very tempted to take Travis’s cock in my mouth again, I did need a break for a few minutes before I started to pay up on my lost bet again.
Patrick and Travis entertained me with a few of their Marine Corps stories that made me giggle and laugh. As they told me the stories I would take turns caressing each of the men; caressing their chests, their upper thighs, their stomach, or sometimes both men at the same time. They did the same to me; caressing my breasts, lightly touching my nipples, and running their fingers up and down my inner thighs. Travis then asked me how I got started working as a prostitute. After I told him, he wanted to hear some more of my hooker stories.
I only shared the good stories or the humorous ones and excluded the times not so nice things happened to me. As he listened I could tell they were turning him on. He would occasionally lean over and kiss my neck and his touch on my body became more aggressive and he was stroking his hard cock slowly. As I talked my eyes were focused on him touching himself. Just as how men liked to watch me touch myself, I enjoyed watching a man masturbate. I found it sexy.
When I finished one of the funny events that happened, I moved my body so that my ass was facing the two men and I licked up Travis’s inner thigh and took his cock in my mouth and was pleased with myself when he groaned with pleasure. I did not tease him with my mouth or tongue like I normally would have done but took him in my mouth and deep-throated his cock immediately. When my nose was pressed against his scrotum and testicles, I held myself in place and reached over without looking and ran my hands up Patrick’s thigh in search of his cock. When my hand found it I was pleased to find it now fully erect and started to stroke it.
I felt hands on my ass and then as I pulled my mouth off of Travis’s penis I moaned out when a finger went into my wet pussy. I took the man’s cock down my throat again, still stroking Patrick’s dick, to deep throat him again when I grunted out a muffled moan as a finger went into my asshole. I had no idea which man was fingering which hole and I did not care, I just stuck my ass up and enjoyed it.
Soon I was sucking both Patrick and Travis’s cocks, going back and forth from one to the next, while the men played with my pussy and butthole. It was amusing how they were like two teen boys fighting over a controller of a video game.
“It’s my turn to play with her pussy,” I heard Travis tell his friend.
“Not yet, just keep finger fucking her black ass, I want more time with her pussy,” Patrick replied.
“That’s not fair,” Travis complained with a chuckle.
“Too bad, she’s my fuck toy, not yours,” Patrick laughed.
As I kept alternating sucking their cocks, the two men made other comments like that back and forth to one another. They did take turns playing with my asshole and pussy, Patrick did not mind sharing his property. I soon had two fingers in my pussy, two in my ass, and then three in both holes as kept sucking their cocks.
“We have to stretch her ass out some before we fuck it.” I heard Patrick say when he put three of his fingers up my ass.
I was sucking and stroking cocks and moaning and grunting in pleasure from what the men were doing to my body. I gave them both messy, wet blow jobs. I would let my saliva spill out of my mouth to coat their cocks and spit on each one several times so that when I was jerking them off the shaft was slick and lubricated. Earlier I figured out by telling my stories that Travis got off on me used to being a prostitute so I was going to show him how good I was at being a nasty, cock sucking, black whore for white men who paid me to be that for them.
Several moments later when I had Travis’s cock in my mouth, Patrick pulled my head off of the other man hard by my hair. I whimpered from the pain in my scalp and looked over my shoulder.
“I have not had your pussy yet tonight,” Patrick told me.
I grinned despite the pain of him still pulling my hair, which did excite me. Patrick moved his body to lay flat on his back and I straddled him, bent down, and kissed him hard as he guided his cock into my pussy and I made a gasping moan into his mouth. My pussy was very wet and it slid in quickly and easily.
I broke the kiss with Patrick and sat upright on his body and placed my feet flat on the bed. I then started to fuck him. I used my legs to raise my body and then slammed back down on his big cock hard. I did not bother with starting slow or with passion; I fucked Patrick’s large white cock fast and hard, raising my body and slamming it back down on his cock at a furious pace. Patrick reached up and grabbed my bouncing breasts and his fingers pinched my nipples as I fucked him.
I knew it would take a long time to make my Sugar Daddy cum; it always did when he was on his back and sometimes I could to make him orgasm at all when he was lying flat on his back. When we first met and after me fucking him with me straddling him as he lay flat in a bed; I discovered it had nothing to do with my lack of skill in fucking a man. It was just the way he was. If I was on top of Patrick as he was sitting up in a chair or on a couch or sitting up on the floor, etc. I could make him cum. But never with him lying flat on his back.
I knew he was not going to orgasm like that regardless of how hard I fucked him and worked my pussy on his cock, and I didn’t care. I was not fucking him to make him cum, but to make me orgasm.
As I kept fucking Patrick, he laid still and continued to hold onto my breasts and pinch my nipples as I loudly moaned and called out to God. I kept up my furious pace, enjoying how the girth of his cock stretched my pussy and how deep it went inside me and a few times made loud, whimpering cries when I slammed down on his penis and it drove into my cervix causing me slight discomfort but I did not stop. The pleasure I was receiving was so much greater than the discomfort. The bed was squeaking loudly again.
That was sure a squeaky bed and one afternoon on the trip after Patrick fucked me I told him he need to tell the owner of the boat they needed to replace the box spring in that cabin. The bed in Travis’s cabin did not squeak at all.
“Ohhh, God! Ohhh, fuck! Ohhh, God! I’m cumming! Oh, God, I’m cumming!” I screamed out as I felt my orgasm building.
I did not stop fucking Patrick but increased my pace. When I orgasmed, I slammed down on his cock, my body went rigid as my muscles tightened, and I felt the blissful release of my orgasm which seemed to intensify as Patrick pinched and pulled my nipples harder as I came. After my orgasm ended, I collapsed my body on top of Patrick’s and lay there panting for air and my thighs were shaking. I was out of breath due to my orgasm and the physical exertion of fucking him the way I was for almost fifteen minutes. Patrick was kissing my neck as I panted for breath.
“Fuck, I want to get fucked like that,” I heard Travis comment, but I ignored him. I was too exhausted to even smile at his comment.
“You think you are ready to get both your black pussy and ass filled with a white cock or do you need to rest more?” Patrick asked in a low whisper that Travis did not hear him.
I looked over my shoulder and saw Travis sitting cross-legged on the bed and his hard penis was jutting out between his legs. I then kissed Patrick fiercely on the lips.
“Yes, I’m ready,” I told him.
I may have been slightly exhausted but my desire to have Travis’s cock in my ass while Patrick’s was in my pussy was greater. I do so enjoy a good double penetration and at that time on the boat, it had been a long time since I received one.
“Travis, in my shaving kit in the bathroom is some lube. Would you be so kind as to get it?” Patrick said over my shoulder to his friend. “I would get it myself, but I am enjoying being inside this tight, wet pussy too much.”
As Travis went into the bathroom I started kissing Patrick again and grinding my hips. I soon felt his hands on my butt cheeks and felt him spread them apart.
“Come get some of this black ass,” He said and I knew Travis was back in the room with the lubricant.
I flinched when I felt the cool liquid dribble on my butt and run down my ass crack. I looked over my shoulder at Travis. His eyes were fixated on my ass as he continued to pour the liquid on me. He used a large amount of the lubricant and spread it over my butt cheeks. I gave a whimpering grunt when his finger went into my tighter hole and then another faint grunt as a second lubricated finger went into my ass. I kept watching the man as he lubricated my butthole. After he pulled his fingers out of me, I saw him pour some lubricant on his hard cock and coat it with the liquid.
As I watched Travis kneel on the bed behind me, Patrick let go of my butt and put his arms around my back, hugging me tight, I raised my butt to give the other man better access to my unfilled hole. I yelped and then a second yelp when Travis spanked my butt cheeks two times. The heavy amount of lubricant he spread over my ass made the spanking sound loud. When I felt the tip of his penis press against the entrance to my ass I started kissing Patrick once more. I made a loud grunting moan into Patrick’s mouth when Travis pushed the tip of his cock into me and could feel my asshole expanding to accommodate his cock.
“Feel good?” Patrick whispered in my ear as Travis pushed deeper into my ass.
“Uhh, uhhh, yes, God, yes,” I grunted out my reply.
It did feel good, it felt really good! When Travis was inside my ass until he could go no further, the two men started to fuck me. At first, Patrick continued to hug me tight, my body pressed against his, my face buried in his neck, he did not move as his friend fucked my ass. Travis started slow but I could still feel the friction of his cock in my ass and Patrick’s in my pussy as they rubbed together with only the thin membrane between my ass and pussy separating them.
Travis started fucking me harder and when he did, Patrick started thrusting his hips upwards, driving his cock into my pussy. The two white men got into a rhythm where when Travis pulled out of my ass until just the tip was in me, Patrick would thrust into my pussy, and when Travis thrust into my asshole, Patrick would withdraw his cock out of my pussy until just his large bulbous tip was in me. It felt wonderful!
Before long the two men were fucking me even harder and their once synchronized tempo became erratic. I was moaning and grunting and crying out both their names and to God in pleasure.
I am a loud lover when getting fucked, I just can’t control it. I don’t know how soundproof the cabins of the sailboat were, but if anyone walking by the marina that night where our boat was docked and heard all the screaming and moaning and my calling out to God and the two men’s names that I did that night, they would have thought I was getting murdered. My moans and cries of ecstasy were even louder experiencing as much sexual pleasure as I did when getting double penetrated.
My hair was being pulled, by which man I did not know, Travis was spanking my ass, and Patrick was once again tormenting my breasts and nipples as they fucked both of my holes. The combined pleasure of it all was incredible and when I was able to form coherent words I begged them not to stop.
When I came the two men kept fucking me hard through my orgasm. My orgasm was so intense that when I cried out the only sound that came out of my mouth started as a high-pitched squeal and then nothing; I lost my voice as I orgasmed. My head was spinning and I was dizzy and I thought for sure I was going to pass out.
“Fuck this ass is tight! I am going to cum!” Travis grunted out as his cock rammed in and out of my ass as I was cumming. As I came, my asshole was constricting and releasing around his cock and the sensation made him orgasm.
I was so lost in the ecstasy of my orgasm that his voice sounded like it was far away and when he came in my ass he gave a hard thrust and drove his cock deep into my butt and I could feel his cock pumping cum into my ass. The feeling of his cum shooting into my ass increased the pleasure of my orgasm.
After Travis pulled out of my butt and got off the bed, I wanted to just collapse my body on top of Patrick’s and enjoy the euphoria of the blissful feeling of my after orgasm, but the other man had a different idea. Patrick quickly sat up and with his cock still in my pussy, flipped me onto my back. He placed my legs over his shoulders, used the weight of his large body to push my legs up over my head, and started fucking me vigorously with his huge cock. I am a short girl and think I am rather flexible, but why men feel the need to bend my body like a pretzel when fucking me, I have no clue. Not that I am complaining; I love getting fucked like that. It’s just that almost every man who fucks me likes to bend my small body into unnatural positions.
“Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God!” I cried out over and over again each time his large cock rammed deep into my pussy.
When Patrick had his orgasm I had yet another one also. We came at the same time, him making masculine grunting sounds and I was making the high-pitched squealing cries. After his orgasm ended, Patrick let me lower my legs as he lay on top of me breathing heavily, and as I was still cumming even after he was finished and his cum filled my pussy.
Patrick rolled off of me and lay next to me as I panted for air and finally got to enjoy the blissful state I always got after I had an orgasm. My stomach muscles were twitching, my legs were shaking, and my pussy quivered after having two orgasms so close together.
“Damn, Felicia, seeing and hearing you cum is amazing,” I heard Travis tell me as Patrick once again sat up in the bed next to me.
It took me several seconds to settle down and catch my breath and when I did I smiled at Travis, “What about fucking me in my fantastic, tight ass, and cumming in my ass? That was not amazing?” I teased.
Travis laughed. “That was even more amazing.”
I giggled and rolled over on my stomach and lay in the large wet spot in the middle of the bed from the cum that ran out of my butt and pussy, my sex fluid, and a large amount of lubricate Travis spread over my ass. I motioned with my finger for Travis to join us on the bed again. He got in the bed and sat up also and I was once again laying between the two white men.
As we talked and rested, the men caressed my body and once they had recuperated we started once more and I again started by taking turns sucking their cocks. They fucked me several times that night. They did not double penetrate me, but they both fucked my ass again. Travis was first. Patrick was propped up against the headboard and bulkhead and I was lying with the small of my back in his lap and his hard cock was poking me in the back. As he again pinched and pulled at my nipples and stretched my breasts hard, Travis had my legs on his shoulders so my feet were on the sides of his face and fucking my ass while he told me to finger my pussy and rub my clit with my other hand.
When Travis was about to cum, he pulled out of me and moved his body to straddle mine, and came all over my face. Before I even had time to wipe the cum off my face, the two men switched positions. Patrick turned my body over on my stomach so my face was in Travis’s crotch as he held my arms above my head and I took his flaccid cock in my mouth and licked and cucked it clean. It being flaccid was nothing against Travis’s manhood or libido; by that time both men had fucked me several times already and it was just natural for any man to become flaccid right after he had an orgasm after he had previously come several times already.
Patrick placed a hand on my stomach and lifted my butt up and then entered my asshole and started fucking my ass. After a few minutes, he stood up on the bed and squatted above me, and drove his large cock in and out of my asshole hard and deep. When he came he also pulled out of me and came all over my ass and lower back. When his orgasm ended, he kneeled behind me and spread my ass apart, and made crude comments about how wide my asshole was gaped open by the two men.
That was the last time they fucked me that night, well by then it was into the next morning. Both were spent and I was exhausted and sore. I had their cum inside my pussy and ass and over my body and on my face and in my hair. They would not let me clean myself off so I went to sleep with cum on my face and body.
After the two older white men were done using my awesome young black body for their debauchery and perverted needs, Travis did leave the cabin to go to sleep in his cabin. I would have liked to have slept between the two men, but the bed was just not big enough for them to be comfortable. I was so exhausted I could have fallen asleep on a bed of nails.
I slept until a little after ten that morning and when I woke up I could feel the sailboat was already underway and we were sailing and no longer docked. I would have stayed in bed longer but I had to pee badly. When I got out of bed I winced due to the soreness of my pussy, asshole, and cramping leg muscles. My nipples were sore and my jaw muscles ached and even my throat was raw from being so vocal as much as I was. My butthole was especially sore and I had to walk on tiptoes to try and ease the pain of walking. As I was peeing I noticed how I smelled. I smelled of sex and cum and sweat. I sniffed my armpits and wrinkled my nose at the stench. I decided I needed a shower.
I wished the boat had a tub so I could soak my sore body in a hot bubble bath, but it didn’t. It was in the shower that I remembered about the bet and that I lost and I cringed. I wished I could have locked the cabin door for about a day and just sleep. I love sex, but my poor, small body, pussy, butthole, and even my mouth was worn out. I knew I could not lock myself away. I lost the bet fair and square and I am an honest person and was not going to welch on the bet. It took a long time to wash the cum out of my long braided hair; I had to go one braid at a time to make sure I got it all out.
I felt a little better after the shower and put on the one-piece swimsuit I had brought instead of a bikini. I did not want to entice the men too much. I then put on one of Patrick’s tee shirts that swallowed me, came down to my knees, and was loose enough to hide my breasts. I ate a bowl of cereal, guzzled down two bottles of water because I was so dehydrated, and went topside to face my fate of losing the bet and being their whore.
I was surprised that all that day as we sailed to Key West that Patrick and Travis did not do anything sexual with me, and honestly I was glad for it. We joked, laughed, talked, and I got to sail the boat again; I liked being at the helm and sailing the boat. We could have easily made it to Key West that day, but Patrick and Travis wanted to anchor and do some fishing off the side of the boat and spend the night on the ocean. They caught a lot of sea bass, kept just enough for our dinner that night, and threw the rest back. Travis pan-seared the fish and seasoned it and it was very good. After we ate I cleaned the kitchen.
As I was cleaning the kitchen, Patrick and Travis got into a discussion on which of them I would sleep with that night. I was expecting both of them again, but was relieved when they talked about it would only be one of them. I did not think I could handle two nights in a row of them doing to me what they had done the previous night. I was given no choice as to which one of them I was to spend the night with. They decided to cut a deck of cards, best two out of three, and I was the winning prize. Travis won. They decided at night I would alternate who fucked me. The first night was Travis since he won the cutting of the cards, the next night would be Patrick, then Travis again, and so forth. Again I was given no vote; I was just property for them to pass around.
We played Monopoly and when I landed on Boardwalk that Patrick owned and had four houses on it I could not pay the rent without mortgaging some of my property and selling some of my houses back to the bank. We negotiated and I agreed to pay one-fourth of the rent and give him a blow job. When he was about to cum and past the point of being able to stop himself; I pulled my mouth off of him and jerked him off and he came in his lap. Patrick said that was cheating for me not to let him cum in my mouth. I told him he should have let me suck his cock for the entire rent and then I would have let him cum in my mouth.
After the game, we stayed up a while longer talking and having a nice time before we went to bed. I brushed my teeth, something I do every night before I go to bed, gave Patrick a passionate kiss goodnight, and followed Travis into his cabin. Once in the cabin, I took off my clothes and got into the bed and watched Travis undress. When he was naked I pulled back the sheets on the bed as an invitation to join me.
Sex with Travis that night was different than the previous night when the men just fucked me and used my body. That night was passionate and intimate. We started by kissing and touching each other and kissing and licking each other’s bodies for a long time. We then moved into a sixty-nine position, with me on top this time, and enjoyed each other’s private areas. When Travis fucked me it was slow with fervent enthusiasm and I fucked him back in the same manner. He fucked me four times that night, each time with such ardent passion; the fourth time he wanted to fuck my ass again but I asked him not to. It was still tender from the night before. The sex was great and extremely satisfying and the pillow talk was interesting and humorous as I got to know him better.
The next day we sailed into Key West. It was similar to the day before except that day the two men did require me to pay up on my bet some. I was laying out on the deck and Patrick spread the sunscreen on my body and had me take off my bikini top and spread lotion up my breasts. When he started going down my stomach and up my thighs he did not stop where my bikini started, but slid his slick hand under my bikini bottom and started fingering my pussy. He spread my legs and fingered me and made me orgasm on the bow of the boat. After I came I gave him a blow job on deck. After Patrick came in my mouth and I swallowed, Travis wanted a blow job also and I sucked his cock.
They had me walk around topless until we got closer to Key West and started seeing other boats. It was not that they had a problem with men or women seeing me topless and neither did I, but I put a top on in case some of the boats had families with kids on them.
I loved Key West the most of the three cities we went to. We walked around downtown, went into the shops, went to the beach, and then back to the boat with plenty of time for me to change for dinner. I wanted to wear something different than just very casual clothes and I wanted to look sexy for the two men. I wore a thin-material black mini skirt that had a slit up to my left thigh and a dark cream-colored halter top and no bra. I even put on makeup for the first time on the trip. I looked good and both men told me so.
At dinner, I drank too many Pina Coladas and got very drunk. They were just so yummy and I didn’t realize how drunk I was getting. I got so drunk that instead of walking back to the marina Patrick got us an Uber. The Uber driver told the men not to let me puke in his car. I didn’t, but I sure did once I got out of the car. I puked over the dock of the marina and fed the fish while Patrick held my hair back.
When we got on the boat, I went below to the cabin and Patrick helped me get undressed and put me to bed. I got sick again because of the drinking and the motion of the boat. Patrick suggested I sleep up on deck because the motion of the boat would not be as noticeable. He carried me up on deck, laid me on the padded sofa-like seat behind the helm and captain’s chair and Travis covered me up with some blankets. It was better topside than below deck.
I woke up once because I was very thirsty and I noticed Patrick had made him a sleeping area on the deck between the seat I was sleeping on and the captain’s chair. I found that so sweet. He woke up when I stood up and asked if I was okay. I told him I was thirsty and he went below to get me some water. After I drank the bottle of water slowly I went back to sleep.
I woke up the next morning feeling terrible. I was hungover. My head hurt, my stomach was upset, I was dehydrated, and my mouth tasted terrible. I wrapped my body in one of the blankets and went below deck. Patrick and Travis had cooked bacon for breakfast. I don’t eat pork but I love the smell of cooking bacon. That morning it smelled awful and I ran to the bathroom and puked again. I brushed my teeth for a long time and used mouth wash and did not feel like a shower even though I needed one.
Patrick tried to get me to eat something but I couldn’t. I kept telling him how sorry I was that I got too drunk and could not have sex with him that night and I felt bad about it. He told me not to worry about it. I managed to eat two pieces of dried toast and went back to bed.
I woke up after about a two-hour nap and felt better. I took a shower and drank more water and ate something and went up on deck. We were already sailing to Miami. I sat down next to Patrick on the sofa seat behind the helm and cuddle up to him and he put his arm around me. Travis was at the helm sailing the boat instead of using the auto pilot. About a couple of hours later I was feeling a lot better and I looked up at Patrick. I remembered him holding my hair back every time I got sick, how he carried me to the deck to sleep, how he slept on the hard deck of the boat to make sure if I got sick again or needed anything he would be there to help. I thought how sweet that was and I had a sudden wave of great affection for him. I think it was at that moment when I started to care for him and see him as something else besides money.
I moved away from him, stood up, straddled him, and started kissing his lips. Patrick was taken off guard for about a second but then started kissing me back and put his hands on my butt.
“Someone is feeling better,” he commented as I was kissing his neck.
I didn’t answer with words, but instead, I stood up and untied my bikini top, and freed my breasts. I then kneeled in front of him and tugged at his swim trunks. Patrick caught on quickly and helped me pull them down to his ankles. I took his cock in my hand.
“What if we sail close to another boat?” Patrick asked. I knew by his tone he was teasing and didn’t care if we did or not. Neither did I.
I answered him by lowering my head and taking his cock in my mouth. I sucked Patrick’s cock for only a few minutes and then I stood up again, took off my red board shorts and bikini bottoms, and straddled him once again. As I was kissing Patrick, I took his large cock in my hand and guided it into my pussy, and lowered myself on his lap. I fucked him slow as I ground my hips and moved my lower body to give us both pleasure. After I had an orgasm, I placed my feet flat on the cushioned seat on each side of his body and placed my hands around the back of his neck.
“I am going to fuck you so good now,” I told Patrick. “When you are about to cum, let me know because I want to taste you.”
Without waiting for him to answer or make any comment, I started fucking Patrick, using my legs to lift and come down on his cock hard and rapidly. When Patrick was about to orgasm I got off of him and back on my knees and sucked his cock until he came in my mouth. I swallowed all of his cum, stood up, and put on my bikini top and bottoms. I then sat down next to him.
“Someone is feeling better,” Travis commented.
“Apparently,” Patrick agreed.
Travis had put the boat on auto pilot and was standing in front of me and I could see his penis was erect under his swimsuit.
“It’s my turn now,” he told me.
I smiled at him, “Are you evoking the rules of the bet?
“Do I have to?”
Still sitting on down, I removed my bikini bottoms, spread my legs, and ran my hand down to my pussy. I looked Travis in the eyes as I spread my pussy lips apart for him.
He took the hint and pulled down his swimsuit to just above the knees and entered my pussy in one hard thrust. Patrick had moved to the captain’s chair as Travis fucked me. He fucked me hard and it was a quickie fuck and after I had another orgasmed, Travis told me he was about to cum, pulled out of me, and I moved and took his cock in my mouth. I sucked him until he also came inside my mouth. I got dressed again and we sailed to Miami.
Naturally, we did not see as much of Miami as we did Naples and Key West since it’s a much larger city and we used an Uber more than we walked. We did eat dinner at Ruth’s Chris Steak House. We went to a club where I danced with Travis and s few other men. Patrick was not much into dancing but liked to see me dance. I don’t blame him. I like to dance and if Salome danced half as good and as dirty as I can, no wonder John the Baptist lost his head.
As the night went on, Travis ended up dancing with a pretty Cuban girl who I later found out was twenty-one. We all four left the club together and took an Uber back to the sailboat. Once on the boat, we sat talking for a bit and laughed, and then Patrick and I went to our cabin, and Travis and the Cuban girl went into his.
“If you want any more of my black pussy on this trip, you better wrap that pretty thing of yours before you fuck her,” I told Travis before he followed the Cuban girl into the cabin.
Patrick and I could hear Travis and the girl having sex. She must have had daddy issues because even though Travis was a very good-looking man he was much older than she was and from what I heard based on her screams and cries of pleasure. She would cry out in Spanish and while I did not speak Spanish I did understand the word “Papi” she screamed out over and over. I was pretty sure they heard Patrick and I fucking as well, especially that damn squeaky bed we had. The next morning the Cuban girl was gone, Travis said she left about four in the morning and he called her an Uber. We set sail back to Tampa.
That was a rundown of our sailing trip. Not much sex happened during the afternoons on the rest of the trip. I did give each of them several blow jobs on deck and they liked for me to be topless during the day. One time we sailed close to a catamaran that was being sailed by two young men and I posed for them, showing off my breasts, as they took pictures of me on their phones.
Patrick told Travis he should signal the catamaran to allow us to pull up alongside it and they could invite the two men onto our boat and pimp me out to them. I actually mentally prepared myself to whore myself to the two strangers. You have to understand that just seven months before the sailboat trip I was selling my body to men and I still had the hooker mentality. It took me about ten to fifteen seconds to realize Patrick was teasing.
At night it was different. I got fucked several times each night. The last night on the boat the two white men decided to double team me again and it was different than the first time they did. If I thought I got my brains fucked out that first time, it was nothing compared to that last night on the boat.
I found out that yes Patrick did bring his Viagra on the trip and both he and Travis took a pill that night. They were much rougher with me that night, calling me names like black whore, black slut, their black bitch, etc. Yes, that aroused me. They emphasized the difference in our race more than the first time; telling me to suck their white cocks with my black mouth, how they were going to fuck my black pussy and asshole with their white cocks, etc. They doubled penetrated me twice that night.
The first time I was riding Patrick’s cock while Travis fucked me in the ass. The next time was later and I was on top of Patrick but facing the other direction while his large cock was in my ass. He then pulled me back, lifted my legs and spread them apart and Travis fucked my pussy. I was so worn out and exhausted but due to that damn blue pill, Patrick and Travis needed more. I must have told them, “Okay just one more time because I can’t take much more,” at least three or four times.
The soreness I felt the first morning after they fucked me together was nothing compared to what I felt that last morning on the boat as we sailed into Tampa. I swallowed so much cum that I felt nauseous the next morning.
That was my sailboat trip and it was a great time, but not the last time I saw Travis. Now long after that trip, Patrick went to Utah to visit his son for the Fourth of July and Travis came to visit me for a few days. Patrick knew about it. We had a great time as I showed him around Savannah, we did a couple of the ghost tours and he fucked me often during his stay. On the Dead of Night Ghost Tour of Bonaventure Cemetery, I got a sudden desire to have Travis’s cock in my mouth so we broke away from the tour group and I gave him a blow job as he leaned against a headstone.
I saw Travis only twice more. The first time Patrick and I stopped in Tampa to visit before we went to the Bahamas, I did not have sex with Travis then. He introduced us to an attractive lady he was dating seriously. The next time was at his wedding to the same woman.
That did not end the sexual fun Patrick and I had with other men and women, however, just the fun I had with Travis.
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