The woman in her pink Bikini lay on the bed in front of him. Clearly her eyes were filled with fear. The bedroom was dark and hot. No air came through this part of the house. In the distant he could hear the waves crashing onto the beach. His heart was pounding hard. Excitement, nervousness and fear were overwhelming his mind. His tanned, muscular body towered over her. He lusted for the touch of her skin, her smooth lightly tanned skin, her brown silky hair and he wanted to invade her as no one has done it to her ever before. Her curvy body suddenly crawled up his bed. Her nice shaped round butt swayed in front of his eyes for a brief moment. Part of the pink panties had slipped between her butt crack, revealing more of her lovely ass.
God, how he wanted to put his dick between her. Was she teasing him? Definitely, as a muffled moan slipped through her mouth, when he inched closer to the edge of his bed. The temperature in this small bedroom seemed to get hotter by the minute. Both of their bodies were covered in a film of sweat. It made her look tastier, he thought.
"No need to worry. Believe me once we're at it you won't be afraid no more." He whispered.
She didn't understand what he meant.
He smirked. She would fall and soon would belong to him. His blue eyes sparkled in the dark. It was time to move in.
Chapter 1
It had been a rough night. Overdose of caffeine and cigarettes hadn't helped him much. His neck hurt as he had fallen asleep in a very awkward position in front of his notebook again. The first rays of light crept through the window blinds. He rubbed his tired eyes and moved his mouse to awaken his computer as well. A blank page appeared. Not even one line... he sighed. He got up, stretched and walked over to the kitchen.
Greg was once hailed as a rising star in the literature world. His first two novels had been bestsellers but that was already 5 years ago. It has become very quiet around him. Nobody really seemed to miss him...except his publisher who tried to milk out another great book out of him. However, the work on his new book wasn't going well. He had written his previous books back in his college days. Somehow, since then new ideas seem to come very seldom.
Greg opened his door and walked out onto the front deck of his house. The white beach and blue ocean lay in front of his eyes. He was glad to have bought this house when he had still been successful. It was the only thing left in his life. He lit up a cigarette and tried to get his mind back out of the bleakness.
He heard the door behind him open and the sound of light steps coming toward him. A warm body hugged him from behind and started to kiss his bare back.
"Morning." She said.
He nearly had forgotten that she was still here. He turned around and gave the blond woman a light kiss. He didn't know her name. At least not anymore. The woman was slender and tall. He somehow remembered that she told him once that she was some sort of a fashion model. Her breasts were large but he knew they were not real. The fingers of his left hand stroked gently over her naked body. She shivered. Her lust filled eyes stared at his face.
"How about a blow-job?" he asked her.
She smiled and got down on her knees. Slowly she pulled his trousers down and started to stroke his cock. Greg loved watching a woman working on his dick. The warmth of her mouth soon covered his dick. Watching how it vanished into her wet hole aroused him. Her tongue rolled around the tip of his dick. The warmth of her mouth, the moisture of her saliva and the sucking motion soon made his dick grow to its full size. Holding the end of his shaft with one hand, she moved her head forward and backward. Taking it deeper with each thrust, slurping and drooling, she continued getting faster and faster. Her tits wobbled, her face turned red and Greg enjoyed the show. Lighting up another cigarette he exhaled with a shudder.
The sound of her slurping seemed to get louder than the crashing waves behind him.
"MMHH....MMHH..." he heard her mumble.
The fat cock parted her lips and slowly, saliva dripping it came out of her mouth. She breathed heavily. He saw her cunt juice running along her inner thighs and dropping onto the wooden deck.
Her hands stroked his dick fast before she opened her mouth and gulped it back in again.
"Very good..." he told her and smiled.
She looked up to him and sucked even harder. Her hands massaged his swollen balls and she lick along the underside of his shaft that made him shiver even more.
"Fuck me...Greg! ...please, fuck me." She pleaded.
"Make me come first." He answered.
He placed his hand behind the back of her head and gently pushed his dick back deep into her mouth. She gagged but he continued to push it further in. The moist and soft flesh inside her mouth seemed like to caress his dick. The twitching tongue massaging it just at the right places. Her long blond hair moved wildly into all directions while he pumped her head furiously forward and backward.
He clenched his teeth. Nearly there. He pulled his wet cock out of her. The woman fell onto the deck. She coughed and gasped for air. He hit her small butt cheek and she lifted her lower body up. With one violent thrust he inserted his nearly exploding cock inside her. She was already too wet to make the hole tight as he liked them to be.
"Haaaah...aaaahh" she yelled when he briefly pulled out his dick to thrust back into her for a second time.
Greg was ready to come. The blowjob had given him enough actually. He pulled his dick out after another thrust. She wiggled her butt.
"No...more...more...please, more I need it. I need it."
"Take it into your mouth" he said, ignoring her yelping.
She crawled up again and took it back into her mouth. Greg held her head still and with the sound of relief he squirted his thick load into her mouth.
The woman fell back onto the deck when he let her go. White sperm, dribbled out of the corner of her mouth. Her sweaty body lay tired on the floor.
Greg pulled his trousers up and walked back into the house for a shower.
When he got out of the shower he found a note on the kitchen table.
See you again. I should be back in town next month.
Love
Maria
"Maria...of course. How could I forget?" He whispered.
Chapter 2
The breeze from the ocean came gently through the windows into his house. The notebook stared at him from the desk. He partially blamed Maria and the other women for his downfall. Deep down inside him he knew it was his entire fault...however, it was easier to live with the believe that this whole misery wasn't entirely his doing.
Everything had started exactly 5 years ago. A party celebrating the release of his 2nd novel.
Everything seemed to be just perfect. He loved his job, had money and a woman with whom he thought he could spend the rest of his life with. That fateful night, when Greg had sneaked out to the hotel garden to smoke a cigarette in peace, a man introduced himself to him.
"Mr.McKenzie? My name is Peter Storm."
As any member attending the party he had worn an expensive looking tuxedo.
He was a short man. Small face, glasses and receding hairline.
"I'm sorry." Greg had replied. "No interview at the moment. ...and no idea about my next project yet" he said and smiled.
The man raised both of his hands. "No, no I'm no reporter, Mr McKenzie."
"Oh...I'm sorry. You know these guys are always there when I want some private time."
"I'm sorry to disturb you...but this seems to be the only time that I can catch you alone."
"I'm sorry Mr...Storm but do we know each other?" Greg had asked.
