Jen's South Pacific Warrior

This story was gifted to me by a long term friend. I've not changed much from her true story

My South Pacific Warrior and His War Club.

We had lived and worked in Pacific Ocean islands so knew them and their peoples well, but for a vacation, we went to stay on a small island in the South Pacific which we hadn't been to before. The island wasn't really developed for tourism so the place we were staying was more like a B&B accommodation than what you'd call a resort. There weren't many people so plenty of space and privacy and not much in the way of formal entertainments so plenty of time to rest and just relax in the warmth and friendly atmosphere of an island community. Just what we needed after months of intense work.

There were only a few house staff & just 2 or 3 grounds staff; all native to the island and typically friendly and smiling. One particular man caught my eye. He was a gardener I think - a beautifully built specimen of a man with a traditional island physique, tall and handsome. I can see him now with his deep chest, tanned a deep golden honey colour, broad shoulders, tight abs and long strong legs. He was graceful as well in that relaxed island way, always shifting and swaying to some inner rhythm. He had a lovely languid way of moving that indicated he knew how to use his body and was comfortable with the way he was.

We had been there for a few days, settling into the island's slow pace of life, when Charlie decided to go on a deep-sea fishing trip, leaving before dawn and not returning until dark. It didn't bother me that I was going to be alone all day; I planned to sit around and work on my tan so when the sun was up, I slipped on a Wicked Weasel suit, one of my smallest ones and nearly see-through when wet. I grabbed my hat, sun-glasses, sun screen, towel and some water and off I went. I walked to a secluded beach on the other side of the island and set myself up, lying back on the towel and dozing, listening to the gentle sounds of the waves.

After a while I heard footsteps on the sand and saw the gardener walk by. He was wearing loose faded swim shorts that really showed off his upper body physique and carrying a mask, snorkel and fishing spear. He was obviously going to be going in the water and just as I'd seen him before, he had an easy grace about his movements, not a trace of awkwardness in carrying all the gear he had. I rose up on my elbows and watched as he passed by. Although the shorts he wore were long and loose I was fascinated by the hint of what was in his shorts and I felt my body react.

He looked over towards where I was lying on my towel, said hi & just walked on.

With no one but the gardener around I took my bra off to get some sun on my boobs and lay down again. I wasn't shy about letting him see my body -- in fact, I rather wanted him to. I was excited by the thought that he might see and appreciate my tall slim figure and small boobs - quite different from the short dumpy native girls we'd seen around the village, although compared to them, and to him, I was really very pale indeed. It seemed like only minutes before my gardener came out of the water and was sitting down beside me. He was dripping wet and his shorts clung to him, outlining an enormous cock underneath the cloth. He looked almost godlike, perfect in outline and form.

He said nothing; just looked me up and down, grinning and focused on my not so big boobs. He eventually said he liked my tan lines, especially on my white boobs. He wasn't shy and he just reached over casually and grabbed my left boob and gave a little pinch to my nipple - I gasped; my pussy was suddenly very wet as I flooded with the direct stimulation.

He stood up and said he was going to his hut with the fish that he'd caught and that I should come with him. I just nodded and reached for my bikini top to begin to put it on. He snatched it from me, grabbed my other gear in one hand, took my hand in his other hand and pulled me along with him.

There were by this time a few others on the beach and I felt their eyes on me, my near naked body walking beside my warrior, well being dragged by him. It was like he'd caught me along with his fishing and was just taking his winnings with him.

We got to his house - just a simple 2 room hut - where he dropped my stuff outside his door & told me to take my bikini bottom off before entering. I felt powerless to do anything other than obey him. I had become completely submissive to this Adonis's demands and was excited to see where this would take me. I was so turned on. The bikini had tie sides so I did as I was told and pulled the ties, let it drop and walked in, completely naked. The room was sparsely furnished -- just a bed in the corner of the room.

I stood there, completely naked, stripped of both clothes and thoughts while he handed me a bowl of a local brew. I drank it and he pulled me to him. I knew what he expected of me and I couldn't wait. I pulled his shorts down and grabbed hold of his dark skinned weapon, his massive warrior's club, letting it fill both of my hands grasped around it. He pushed me by the shoulders and down onto my knees where I took his cock in my mouth and began to suck, trying to take it all in. I worshipped it. I loved the texture of it and the feel of it in my mouth. It felt as muscled and veined as the rest of his gorgeous body and I made love to it without a thought of my hubby. His cock wasn't huge in an abstract sense - just big and in proportion to his body. It grew in my mouth as I sank my head onto it and he held me to him, pressing his salt-wet body into my face.

After a little while he pulled me up, picked me up in his arms and carried me to his bed. He laid me down and spread my legs, positioning me carefully in the middle of the bed. He didn't comment as he crawled over me and drove his cock into me. He was merciless and it was heaven and because I was so wet there was absolutely no resistance. He plowed into me and just kept going, filling me to my limit and taking me into ecstasy. I found I could wrap my legs around his hips and pull him into me which changed the angle of his fucking and increased the depth.

He had me every which way, missionary, missionary with each leg up and then both legs on his shoulders, then doggy. I came so much and he seemed to go on forever, making my orgasms last until they almost became continuous. I loved it when I rode him cowgirl, feeling his cock enter deep into me as I rose and let my weight settle onto his shaft. I could play with his nipples while he pulled and twisted my titties.

I had multiple orgasms and he lasted forever before filling me with his cum.

The morning wasn't even half over as I lay in post-orgiastic bliss while he climbed off me and got on with some work, cleaning his catch first and ignoring me as I lay on his bed with a big grin on my face and a flowing pussy. When he finished his job, he came back to me and manhandled me into position, turning me over before fucking me again from the rear, holding onto my hips, my waist, my tits. We spent the day in and around his hut where he took me when and where he wanted me, treating me as his plaything. Not carelessly but with a huge amount of passion and treating me as a completely submissive vessel for his cum. On the table, over a chair arm, on the bed and once against the wall.

I was happy to be dominated by such a magnificent man, pleased that he found me attractive and a suitably fit subject for his desires. But I was exhausted and I saw that it was getting late. I grabbed my stuff, kissed him goodbye and went back to my digs. Hubby returned late and told me about the big one that got away. I didn't have the heart to tell him about the big one that caught and bedded me before sending me home.

With hubby around I thought that would be the last time I would feel my gardener's tool, my warrior's club, but a couple of days later hubby went off to another nearby island to see one of his projects. Almost before the outboard engine started my native was in my room, had my knickers down and had his cock inside me. That was just the start of a day when I was again treated as a sex-slave, a free-to-use MILF for the enjoyment of a man who I barely knew and couldn't hold a conversation with, our backgrounds and experience were so different. It was very raw and rough but it was natural and brought lovemaking back to its most basic elements and I loved it.

For the rest of our stay on the island, I wore only a short Microminimus shift dress with no undies. I took every opportunity to spend time on my secluded beach, in my warrior's house or in his bed, and he took full advantage of my presence. He had me behind one of the work sheds, over the bow of one of the boats one evening and even in the hut next to ours while my hubby was having a nap. There was no love involved, but a lot of grace and plenty of passion. I found myself moving differently, not just because of the over-use of my pussy and the muscles involved in taking his weapon, but because I had been seduced into the ways of the island and began to move with its rhythms. Charlie may not have known why, but he noted and remarked that I had become a changed woman.

Sadly, when the two weeks were over, we had to go back to Australia and I left my South Pacific Warrior behind. It was a few years ago and I found the courage to tell hubby soon after. He loved my confession and used the story as an excuse to reclaim me and do his best to re-enact the role of my Warrior and I'm very happy to say that he still does. He was only sorry that he'd missed the chance to have one of the island's ladies.

My pussy still drips when I think about him...