Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Rachel’s description of her time on the neighbouring beach had been quite graphic.  It was a couple of days later before I got her alone again.  This time she was very coy about what had happened during her last two days in Jamaica.  She spent the first half hour trying to convince me how what had happened was a one-off, and that she intended never to let it happen again.  I guessed she had time to think and was embarrassed by how much she had already admitted to me. It took my best interrogating skills that day and over the following week to get some idea of what had happened on the last two days of her holiday.  So the story from here on is based on what little I gleaned from her, much conjecture, and some embellishment with my dirty imagination.Rachael came from a staunch catholic family, with two older sisters, and an older and a younger brother.  Her eldest sister was a nun, sister two, was a teacher.  All of the family went to church every Sunday, she did not think she had missed a day until she left for England.  And even in London, she had only missed church on a few Sundays.As for sex, she had been a virgin until the night before she departed for England.  And it was only her being very drunk at her farewell party that had led to her lack of resistance that night.  She could not remember much about that first time but knew it had not come near her expectations.And in London, she thought the sex with her boyfriend had been special at times. But it did not even come close to the highs she had felt in Jamaica.  Her London boyfriend had only managed to make her climax a dozen times in the year and a half they had dated.  She did masturbate, but seldom, as she felt dirty when she did it, having had it hammered into her, that she would go to hell if she touched herself.She explained that when she woke the morning after her trip to the neighbouring bay, her mind had been in a mess.  The conflicting emotions had her aflame with desire one minute, and then she was thinking about the disgust her family and friends would feel if they ever got a hint of what she had let happen.Rachel told me that after breakfast, she went down to the beach to get a bit more sun and read her book.  But she was restless, nervous energy making it impossible to lie still for long, so she went for a walk.  It was on the walk that she finally decided she was not going to meet up with Arley.  She decided she would go and book a tour somewhere so that, if Arley made a scene, she would not be around to see it.She walked down to the front desk and asked about day trips.  The desk girl handed her some brochures, and in the first she opened them, she saw a photo of some local guys in a culture group.  The photo instantly brought back memories of the day before.  And when the desk girl piped up that there was only one more tour for the day leaving at 1:00 pm, she realised she would have to front up and meet with Arley.She handed the brochures back to the girl and went to her room to get herself ready.   Looking at the time, she saw she had a couple of hours to kill.  So she showered, massaged some nice-smelling body cream over herself, and then checked herself in the mirror.  Not bad at all, she thought. But then took stock of her hairy bush and decided to give herself a good trim. She searched out the packet of razors she kept for doing her legs and also a pair of small nail scissors.  Her boyfriend had pushed her to shave down there, but she had always declined, worried about what people would think of her if they saw her at the gym, etc., with a shaved vagina.  As she perched over the hand basin and took to her bush with the scissors, she attempted to validate her actions.  She told herself that no one would judge her here and that her pubes would be grown back in a couple of weeks anyway.  As she trimmed, she decided to shave it all off except for a little speed stripe just above her slit. Then got back into the shower and shaved clean. Stretching her labia and manipulating her fanny to get rid of every hair was extremely erotic.  And when she dried off and stood in front of the mirror again, she saw that she needed to wipe between her legs, as a creamy white discharge was seeping from her slit.She was fucking horny but resisted the urge to masturbate and, after a quick wipe, set about deciding what she should wear.  She decided on her flowing cotton skirt that sexily wrapped itself around her legs and buttocks.  She had worn this on the plane but had it washed since.  With this, she chose a white blouse that she seldom wore on its own, as it showed a lot of her cleavage.  Then she searched out her best white bra and panties set, a little anxious at the thought she was unlikely to see her panties again.  But at the same time, her face flushed red at that exciting prospect.Checking the time, she saw she had an hour before Arley would arrive.  So throwing her bikini and a couple of resort beach towels into her beach bag, she headed for the bar. She ordered a double rum and coke; she was nervous and needed some dutch courage.  At the bar, some older guy approached her, his lecherous gaze running over her body set her into a spate of giggles.  The ludicrousness of this had set her off, when you wanted a man, there were none to be found, and when you didn’t, they just popped out of the woodwork.The barman saved her, he handed her a note saying that Arley was outside waiting for her.  Downing the drink way too fast, she walked out to the front gate to find Arley sitting there on his beat-up motorbike.  He took her beach bag and held it between his knees while motioning her to climb on behind him.Pulling the long skirt above her knees, she flung her leg over the seat. Arley turned and winked at her with a wicked grin on his face.  He told her to get herself comfortable.  This seemed to be a silly comment until, hitting the seat, she found her already squishy pussy, placed on top of a sizeable bulge in the seat.With a squeal of alarm, she asked, “What is that?”“A piece of rubber tube,” he grinned back at her. “Wait till izmit escort I get the revs up; it should get you off.”Then before she could complain, he dropped the bike into gear, revved the shit out of it and took off.  The trip to his hut was exhilarating.  He drove too fast, weaving in and out of the traffic.  The danger and the vibrations between her legs had her squirming around on the seat bump and thrusting her thighs hard against his bum.When they arrived at his hut, Rachael couldn’t get off the bike and into the hut quickly enough.  She wanted that huge cock of his with some urgency; that bloody bulge on the seat had done the job.  Once through the door, she took in the fact they were on their own and was not sure if she was relieved or disappointed that Tyrone and Bob were not there.She turned and flung her arms around Arley’s neck and ground her hips onto his leg to let him know how urgently she wanted him.  But he pulled back, saying he was not allowed to touch her today, as his boss had had words with him.“Fuck your boss, I’m horny.  If you don’t want me, I’ll have to go down the beach and find someone else,” she replied, turning towards the bed.  Climbing slowly onto the bed, she seductively waved her backside in his direction and was relieved when she felt his nervous hand touch her butt.  She shivered and stopped moving, allowing his hand to stroke and caress her.  She knew she had him when his hand slid between her legs and pressed against the crotch of her panties.  She writhed her butt around again, getting worked up, knowing he would be feeling how wet she was.  His finger traced the length of her slit; the soft but reinforced fabric of her panties deadened but didn’t entirely stop her from the sensation of his touch.She looked over her shoulder, watching him strip, and bit her lip to stop him from hearing her longing gasp as his now hardening cock popped free of his shorts.  She still did not comprehend how she had managed to accommodate all of him the day before.She stayed on all fours, arching her back and bracing herself as he climbed over her.  He had no time for four-play; pulling her panties to the side, he thrust himself deep inside her, and she was astonished to find there was little resistance nor any pain.When his teeth started nipping on her ears and neck, and his fingers found her nipples and tweaked them hard, she pushed hard back onto him, behaving like a dirty little slut.  Arousal growing fast, she wanted all of him, roughly and quick.  Her orgasm was building, and she knew it would rival those she had had the day before.  Dropping a hand down to her newly shaved cunt, his fingers trailed over her bare mound and peeled back the folds covering her clit.  He took the little nub between his finger and thumb and frigged it like he would a penis.Rachael tried to get her legs wider apart, a hard hunger had her hips hammering back against his every thrust, driving her towards a massive climax.  She supported herself on one hand and reached down with the other to grasp his shaft so as to experience the feel of it slipping in and out of her drenched cunt.Then as her orgasm came upon her, he pushed a finger into her arse.  She had to release the hold of his cock and support herself on both hands again, her body started shaking badly.  Yelling, “Hard, harder,” she pressed herself back against his thrusts, screaming out swear words that she had never uttered before.Rachael rolled onto her back, waiting for what seemed like an eternity before her orgasm subsided enough to be able to speak. “Who is your boss? And why does he not want you to make love to me?” she gasped.“His name is Adam.  You met him yesterday; he carried your lunch down with you to your towel.  I think he has something planned for you.  You are to meet him and his wife for dinner tonight.”She looked at him, not quite understanding.“You know what I do, don’t you?”“I have no idea, I don’t remember you telling me anything about yourself.”“I’m an escort. Aden arranges for me to meet up with women and show them a good time,” Arley said, looking a bit apprehensive about telling her this.Suddenly, The whole day flooded into perspective, the waiter telling her about the beach, the good-looking Jamaicans hanging around the beach bar, their comments, everything fell into place.“Am I expected to pay you then?  I feel like I’ve been taken advantage of.” “No!  It’s not like that.  You were never part of any plan, not with me anyway.  You are nothing like the women I escort.”She slumped back on the bed, thinking what a fool she had been and how dirty it made her feel.Arley put his arms around her and held her tight, “Please don’t feel terrible; I think of you as my girlfriend and only want to make you happy.”She lay in his arms, thinking.  And slowly reasoned that all that had happened was pretty exciting and that she would be leaving the day after next, never to return or see any of them again.“Tell me about your job. Everything I want to try and understand,” she asked him.He explained that many older women came to Jamaica to experience sex with a black man.  They were usually widows, mostly between forty and sixty.  There were younger women sometimes, but the youngest he had ever been with was thirty-eight, and she was still married.  I asked him what was the eldest he had.  “In her seventies, I think,” he replied.“What do they pay you?”“I never get paid by the women; Aden handles all that side of things.”Then he went on to tell her that they paid US$ 200.00 for a day.  But there were many extras, and some would hire an escort for more than one day.  I enquired about the extras, and he told me they did videos, and photographs, even took them to bars and clubs, and all that was extra.Rachael was instantly alarmed at this, “So that is why you were taking photos of me yesterday?”“No!  They were for me, no one else will ever see them. But I can give you copies if you want. The film is with our photography guy, he handles it all in-house so that the photos do not go astray.”She asked why there yahya kaptan escort were no other ladies on the beach the day before.  He explained that it was very erratic when they had clients.  That a very busy day might have three clients, or they may go a couple of weeks and not have anyone.  But he said; usually, he got one or two per week.  He explained that Andy has six permanent guys and other men and women that he could call on.“Women,” Rachael exclaimed.  “Why would you need women?”“Now and again, the ladies request a threesome. Usually, it is with guys, but sometimes they ask for it to be a couple.  And I have known a husband and wife to book with Andy, and they wanted a partner each.  But that has not happened much.”She asked him how he got into this line of work and what his credentials were.  As if she didn’t already guess!  He explained that all the guys had to be presentable, over six feet, well endowed, and it helped if they spoke another language.  He said he spoke very good French, as his mother had been French.  But he said not all the six guys employed at present spoke a second language, which was not a problem, as 90% of the women they looked after were American.“Do any of the guys have a client today?”“We call them Rides or Tricks.  And yes, Razor has an American lady this afternoon.”“Razor?”“He keeps his hair short and shaves a part down the left side with a cutthroat razor that he waves about from time to time.”“Can we go down to the beach and watch?  I’d like to see what a woman that pays for sex looks like.”“Sure!” Arley replied.  Then went on to tell her that she may be lucky as he thought Micheal, their photography guy, might be down at the beach filming.  They had been trying out a new service; selling videos to their clients.  Rachael asked how much that cost.“I’m not sure, but quite expensive, I think.  Andy has bought Michael a new video-8 camcorder thing, and the clients get to take a tape home.  Do you want one?”She spluttered out a “No,” shocked at the thought of being filmed.They got dressed, Rachael minus her knickers, of course.  Arley commandeered these and put them under his pillow.  They walked down to the beach bar, where Arley asked if she wanted a drink.  He motioned to her to go sit with the three escorts that were by the window.The guys slid aside and offered her a chair between them.  They openly checked her out, hungry looks on their faces, as her skirt and blouse were clinging to the contours of her body, making no secret that she did not have any panties on.  In more normal situations, Rachael would have been annoyed at this leary attention.  But here in a tropical bar, with three hunky guys she knew would be hung like stallions, their looks actually had her juices flowing again.Checking them out, she noted that none had a razor-trimmed parting in their hair and asked them where Razor was.  They told her that he had gone to pick up his ride and should be back in under an hour.  Then Chris (the other two were Cassius and Marcus) pointed out the window at a couple talking with a buff guy on the beach. “That’s Frank, but we call him Horse.  The couple with him are asking about buying some Jolly Green.” Chris explained.She got quite a shock, it was Stephanie and Marty, the couple who had joined her at dinner the night before.Just then, Arley arrived with a lime and lemon drink for her, and she explained to him that she needed to hide, as she knew the couple out talking to Frank.“They treated me like I was soiled when they heard I had been to this beach,” she explained.Arley asked the guys what was going on.  They said they thought the woman wanted some action but had gotten her husband over here on the premiss that he buy them some pot for the rest of their holiday.Arley asked why they thought she was after some action.  Chris replied that Pete over at the resort had told Andy he may have a client for them, as a woman at the resort had been showing a lot of interest in what happened at the beach.The way they talked, Rachael realised that Pete was a room boy at the resort.  They said that Andy had disclosed all this to them a couple of hours before.  He said Pete had told him the woman only talked to him about the beach when her husband was not there.  He didn’t think the husband had heard anything about what could happen at the beach, but the wife was very aware, evidently having been given all the gossip from a friend that had visited.Pete had explained the costs involved, which she had balked at.  She had argued with Pete about having to pay for the last couple of days.  “Then yesterday she asked Pete about buying Marijuana,” explained Chris.  “So we figure this has to be her and her husband.”Rachael realised then that Arley must be Andy’s right-hand man as he took command.“Cassius, you go and get your bike.  Drive the husband over to Bobby’s in Rollington Town, let him try out some different mixes and get him well stoned.  It should take you over thirty minutes each way, but ride slow and extend that out as much as you can.  That should give Horse a couple of hours alone with her.”Then Arley asked if Michael had the camcorder set up today, and receiving confirmation that he did, he hustled Rachael out the back door.  He turned right and walked Rachael down to the end of the beach, they followed a track into the dunes, where a beat-up van was parked.  Arley banged on the side door, which was opened by a young, thin guy wearing glasses.  Rachael didn’t need to be told that this was Michael, the photography guy; he looked just as she had envisioned him, with long hair and a bit nerdy looking.They climbed in, and the guys had to stoop a little, but Rachael found she could stand up straight.   Both rear windows had been removed, and a canvas blind was drawn up, allowing the large camcorder on a tripod to be aimed out to the beach.  The tripod was set well back from the window, and she saw that the van was mostly obscured from the beach by the last dune.  She guessed that from the beach, one would gebze escort only see a foot or so off the roofline.  You would have to look very carefully to pick out that you were being filmed.Rachael immediately asked Michael if he had been here filming the day before.  He replied without hesitation, “No. There were no customers yesterday.”She breathed a sigh of relief and turned to see Arley lifting some binoculars to his eyes.  Looking down the beach, he spoke,  “Good, Cassius has arrived; he’s talking with the couple.  Here take a look.” And he handed Rachael the binoculars.  She took them from him and explained that the couple’s names were Stephanie and Marty.Pointing the binoculars down to their right, she could see Stephanie indicating that Marty should go with Cassius.  Marty was resisting, clearly not wanting to leave his wife.  It was quite easy to read their lips, and she noted the wife telling him to go, that she would be safe here sunbathing and reading her book.  Reluctantly, the husband walked off, glancing back every few steps, obviously not too keen on leaving her, especially with a big black Jamaican at her side.  Rachael kept watching until they disappeared behind the beach bar; then, as she turned her attention back to Horse and Stephanie, she heard a motorbike roar away down the road.As they walked down the beach towards them, Stephanie was glancing around nervously, surveying if anyone was taking any notice of her.  They all ducked down when she glanced up into the dunes, but Rachael doubted that Steph would have noticed them anyway, being still well to the right of their position.Horse made to stop Stephanie in front of where the van was, but looking around and checking her surroundings again, she kept going another fifteen metres and dropped her towel and bag by a low tide wall.Not that good for filming, Rachael thought, as Michael tried to shift the camera to face left, but standing tall, she had a good view of them both over the dune.“Some people!” Rachael muttered. “That bitch looked down her nose at me last night.  Butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth, she was that pure.  Now, look at her.”That said, Rachael felt incredibly excited by the prospect of seeing this stuck-up wife being seduced and lifted the binoculars again to see if she could read their lips.Horse’s first move was to offer Stephanie a joint; she tentatively took a small drag, then coughed, sputtered and tried to hand it back.  He just told her to take her time and have another puff.  But clearly, she was not used to smoking, and after another drag on it, she handed it back to him.Horse took a quick toke, then offered to rub suntan on her.  She accepted and rolled over onto her stomach.  Horse started on her legs, up to her lower back, then when he got to her Bikini top, he unclipped the clasp.  Rachael reacted by sitting up and clasping the top to her chest, “Don’t undo that here; someone will see,”“No one will give a damn.  There are plenty of topless women on the beach,” replied Horse.Rachael read her lips as she asked Horse how long her husband would be.  She couldn’t see Horse’s reply, but the way Stephanie lay down again told Rachael that Stephanie was reassured by his reply.The horse continued rubbing suntan over Stephanie’s back and, when finished, rolled her over and started on her front. When he lifted her arms to take her top fully off, she again put up a feeble fight to stop her from being exposed.  But Horse pulled her bikini top off and rubbed cream onto her large, well-formed tits.  The woman kept glancing nervously down the beach but finally seemed to accept that no one was paying them any interest and visibly slumped back, letting Horse have his way.She must have been getting aroused, as when Horse started massaging around the top of her legs, her body showed all the signs.  Her legs opened, and her butt clenched.  There was another bout of resistance when he slid a hand down the front of her bikini bottom.  But again, Horse was firm with her, and her resistance ceased as he worked his long fingers between her legs.She sat up then and asked for another drag on the joint. Horse lit it again and watched as she struggled to inhale and hold the smoke in. Horse pushed Stephanie back onto her towel, and once he had her hips moving in unison with his thrusting fingers, he stopped.  Sitting up, he released the biggest cock Rachael had ever seen.  She looked to Arley in shock, “She’ll never take all of that,” she stammered.Michael replied, “It’s a beauty, isn’t it? We measured it one day, it’s close to nine inches.  Longer than any of the other guys and just as thick.”They watched as the wife started arguing with Horse.  But when he tucked his monster away and moved to stand up, she reached for her purse and handed him a bundle of cash.Horse sat down again, money zipped up in the back pocket of his shorts and resumed his massage.  Stephanie was still unhappy, though, and Rachael could read her lips.  Stephanie was arguing for Horse to take her to his home as she would not have sex with him on the beach.  Again, it was hard to read Horse’s reply as he was side-on and almost had his back to the van.  But he just kept stroking between her legs, and when he started pushing her bikini bottoms down her legs, she didn’t resist and lifted her hips to help him.Arley spoke up, “Razor has arrived with Beverly.  I remember her now.  She was hot and had three of the boys in her bed the final night.”Rachael turned to her right and refocused the binoculars.  The lady with Razor was a petite, attractive lady who looked in her fifties.  She was wearing a white top and a long pail blue skirt.  It was a bit like the skirt she was wearing, it clung to the woman’s trim figure.Again Rachael looked to Arley, a quizzical look on her face.  He read her reaction accurately, “They are not all unattractive old biddies. Some of them are very presentable.  Beverly spent three days here last year.  She’s a bit of a stunner and back for a week this time; I’m told she has a few new fantasies she has paid Andy for.”Razor stopped the lady right in front of where we were parked in the van.  She briefly looked up at us, then pulled her top over her head, revealing a pail blue bra.  She sat down on her towel, facing us.  Razor flopped beside her and pulled out a bottle of suntan from her beach bag.