Caribbean Experience

Gabriel might well have sensed this. He stopped talking and moved his head close into mine. I breathed in his thick odour. This maleness, which I'd initially found off putting, was now intoxicating. I knew what he wanted. It was naughty, and this excited me further. The flutter increased.

"Well...we've come back to their rooms and the other two are making out," I silently rationalized, weighing up my options. "The least I can do is kiss the man."

I tilted my head slightly and closed my eyes. It was all the invitation he required. He softly brought his lips onto mine. It was my first passionate kiss with anyone other than my husband since College and saw my senses entirely overwhelmed.

"Oh, this is nice," I swooned, beginning to kiss him back and wantonly bringing a hand behind his head.

We continued in this manner for a time before he broke the kiss.

"You like that?" he asked, in what now sounded a very sexy Latin American accent.

"Hmmm! It was nice," I replied honestly.

"Then let's do it a little more," he suggested, using a finger to stroke my cheek.

"Ok," I agreed, and we resumed our kiss, even more passionately this time.

I was loving this tenderness from a man who, quite honestly, appeared dangerous. His kisses and caresses saw more than a mere flutter. My nipples had begun to tingle and when his large hand moved onto my breast, I welcomed it. He gently squeezed it through my dress and I moaned into his mouth.

Suddenly, the sound of the other coupled laughing, saw us turn our heads. They were standing.

"We're going to this bedroom," Sue announced, leading the big black man by the hand. "You sound as though you need to make use of the other one Jess."

"I think..." was all I got out.

"Come and get me when you're ready to leave; but not before eleven o'clock," she laughed, before shutting the bedroom door behind them.

Suddenly left alone with Don Quan, I felt shy and vulnerable. Despite our making out having provided pleasurable sensations, in all the right places, I remained very unsure about heading to any bedroom. In order to stall matters, I brought my lips back to his and we resumed our embrace.

Gabriel must have taken this as a signal, because he flipped the thin strap off my shoulder and pushed a hand down to bare my breast. With a light touch he lifted and massaged, before thumbing the nipple. This, plus his lips on my neck saw surges of delight travel through my body, before he nipped me.

"Don't bite," I scolded, with a giggle; hearing him laugh quietly.

He ran the hand back across my breast and then down across my dress to caress around my lower belly. I relished this touch, as it moved all the sensations to focus on my pussy. It was at that moment I decided, I'd go to the bedroom with this man. It was a huge decision, to be unfaithful to my husband, but I drunkenly rationalised it away.

"Just like back at College," I thought, my mind drifting back to when I'd cheat on a boyfriend. "So long as no one tells tales. A little Caribbean treat. Just for me. I go to the bedroom and whatever happens, stays in there. Later me and Sue leave and tomorrow I sail away. No one the wiser."

Content with my plan I lifted my pelvis forward and up, inviting him to explore further. He didn't hesitate, fingers slipping down to press through dress and panties, onto my mons. I moaned into his mouth again and Gabriel broke our kiss.

"Now I think it's our time to go to the bedroom," he announced, in his thick Latin American accent.

I pulled my dress back up to cover myself, but didn't play coy; immediately nodding and standing up. I was at a point where I desired to see this brute of a man naked; to lie with him; to touch him. I continued my self-talk.

"Just this one-time Jess; you'll be OK," I thought, as we walked into the bedroom. "One time and then I'll sail away from this island, with only the sweet memory. It's all part of coming to the beautiful Caribbean."

I was pleased when Gabriel left the light off. The curtains were open, and the streetlight provided a perfect pitch. He opened the sliding door. The noise from the street below could clearly be heard. I felt the setting was perfect for my illicit rendezvous.

"Come here my lovely Senorita," Gabriel said, pulling off his shirt, before beginning a shuffling dance with me.

Even in the dim light I could see his wide shoulders and thick arms. My clinging to this semi-naked man did nothing to quell the fires now raging within me. We resumed our kissing and exploring while we danced. I ran fingers down across his chest finding a full matt of hair. I located his nipple and began to tease it. We both laughed at this.

Gabriel was taking his time, which I appreciated; kissing me on my bare shoulders and touching me through my thin dress. Eventually, while still swaying, he slipped the straps off my shoulders, before Pulling the dress lower. His timing was perfect, I was ready to move on. The dress fell to my waist. Pulling back to look at me, I delighted in hearing his grunt of approval.

"Hmmm yes. Very nice," he crooned, ducking his head to feast on my breasts for some time, causing currents to fire directly to my pussy.

When he finally stopped, he sat down on the bed.

"Take your dress off," he ordered.

Looking into his eyes, I lowered the white dress and stepped out of it; slipping my sandals off at the same time. He hooked thumbs into my panties and drew them down my legs. This action caused his head to end up adjacent to my pussy. I stood there nervously, hands at my sides, while he appeared to examine me. He took a theatrical deep breath.

"You smell good and you're shaved clean. I like that," he stated bluntly. "A woman with a body like this should not hide her pussy."

He placed large paws on my butt cheeks and pulled me roughly into his face.

"Oh god! He does love it," I thought, my knees growing weak.

I'd never had a man lick me while I stood. It didn't seem quite right and I'd preferred to have lain on the bed. However, he seemed to desire it this way, so I parted my legs and placed hands on his head for balance. Fingers clenching my butt cheeks, he easily held me aloft, while he feasted. His grunts and slurping sounded animalistic, but I couldn't deny it felt good. I basked in the sensations it engendered throughout my groin.

Eventually he stood up and lowered his own trousers. I didn't know where to look, so moved in close to kiss him. I smelt and tasted myself on his lips. While kissing, he took my hand and moved it onto his cock. I wrapped fingers around my first cock, other than Nates, in 10 years. It wasn't fully hard, but its size was impressive. A pang of guilt shot through me, as I compared him favorably to my husband. I knew what he desired and began to stroke him.

"My god; am I going to be able to take all this," I thought nervously, feeling it swell in my hand.

"Now you," he ordered, placing hands on my shoulders.

"Oh!" I exclaimed, taken by surprise, but fully aware what he was asking of me.

I didn't mind the notion of taking this impressive thing in my mouth. My dilemma was whether or not to ask him to put the condom on. I'd never sucked a cock in a condom before, so decided against it. I also decided against delay, dropping to my knees and collecting up his cock. I pumped it vigorously, before bringing it to my lips and dribbling some saliva on the head.

Gabriel moaned deeply, when I lightly kissed and licked the head a few times. Another moan followed, when I slipped him into my mouth. He dropped a hand onto my head and I began to bob on his cock head.

He tasted clean and I enjoyed the feeling of him filling my mouth. I lavished the underside with my tongue, causing more utterances of pleasure. Despite the hand on my head, he made no move to force his cock in deep. I began to speed up my efforts and tasted precum. I wondered if he might finish in my mouth. I'd never really liked that, but would do it for Nate on special occasions. I shouldn't have worried, because Gabriel wanted more.

"It's time to fuck," he said crudely, withdrawing, before lifting me easily off the ground.

I'd expected we would lie down together, but he merely turned and threw me back on the bed.

"Oh! Not so rough," I said, surprised.

"I like it rough," he replied, following me on; pushing my legs apart.

"I've got a condom. In my purse!" I blurted, which saw him laugh.

"I don't like condoms."

A different side of this man was now on show. It was right at that moment I should have put a stop to matters. Polite, patient Gabriel had gone; replaced by gruff, demanding Don Quan. His refusing to wear the condom should have seen me call a halt, but doubts crowded my mind.

"Will he stop? Do I want him to stop? You wanted a bit of Caribbean rough Jessica...and now you've got it," I thought, as he spat into his palm and rubbed it across the head of his sizable manhood.

"Save your condoms for American men," he said, lowering himself and searching out my opening.

I was relieved to feel his cock head slipping easily across my pussy lips, meaning I was wet. He engaged my hole and I splayed my legs wider. He pushed forward and I let out my own grunt, relishing the feeling of him, just inside me. He pushed again and began to stretch me.

"You're big!" I gasped, placing hands on his hips, to prevent him driving forcefully on.

"I know, but you are no virgin and you're very very wet right now. Wet and ready for the Venezuelan," he said, beginning to work himself into me.

When I realised he wasn't going to drive fully in, I relaxed and allowed him entry. This worked, my pussy relaxed and I was able to relish the feeling of his cock filling me. Eventually, he let out a small grunt of triumph, as I felt his balls on my butt. He rested until I wanted him to move. I moved my pelvis to indicate this.

"Oh ho, the Seniorita is impatient. Easy puta, we don't want to finish too quickly," he said, slowly beginning to move in me.

I knew what puta meant. He was being crude, but didn't let it put me off. This was a one-night stand, not a feminist convention. He could call me what he liked, so long as he helped me cum.

Gabriel began to quicken pace, moving a hand to maul my breast. His lips sort out my neck again. He kissed and then nipped me there again.

"I said don't bite!" I repeated curtly, which brought a laugh.

Soon he was fucking me with some vigor and the sensations were rising still further. Now my worry was he might finish before me. I needed to touch in order to move myself along.

"Lift up, off me," I whispered in his ear, causing him to come out.

He rose up with straight arms and looked directly down at me. I gave an embarrassed smile, as he watched me slide a hand across my stomach, to locate my sensitive lips.

I just need too..." I said, as Gabriel adjusted each arm, gathering up my legs, so I was bent and entirely exposed.

"Of course, you do. You touch yourself while Gabriel fucks you hard."

With my knees beside my head and calves resting on his broad shoulders, he was good to his word. He reentered and was soon fucking me with a purpose.

"Oh...my...god!" I blasphemed, as he ploughed in, deeper than before.

I moved my fingers to swipe my button. The sensations were as good as I'd ever experienced. The bed rocked and the headboard thumped, providing the backbeat to pour heaving, raunchy sex.

Soon I felt my lover swell larger and knew he must be close. My drunken fantasies ran wild.

"He's huge; he's rough; he's a big rough pirate who ravages young maidens..." I imagined, now furiously rubbing myself.

To my enduring relief I heard a long, loud moan and my orgasm flooded out of my pussy. I was conscious the sound emanated from me. It could likely be heard in the noisy street below.

Nate, the true gentleman, would have stopped moving at this point, allowing me to fully enjoy my climax. Not so Don Quan, the Pirate King. He was no gentleman. He just kept on fucking me with the same ferocity, pushing me deep into the mattress with each thrust.

With my orgasm complete, I grasped his arms and held on for dear life. The big brute slammed in for another minute or so, before grunting one final time and holding himself there. I knew he was filling my pussy. I'd have preferred his juices were being captured by the condom, sitting unused inside my purse, beside my wedding rings.

He began to give short jerks, seemingly emptying his tanks. However, his movements carried on for an age and soon my legs were aching in their abnormal position.

"Is he still cumming?" I wondered.

Finally, to my relief, he released my legs and collapsed on top of me, squeezing the air out of my lungs.

I was about to tell him of my discomfort, when I felt him slip out, before rolling to lie beside me. He was still breathing heavily, and I took this as a sign he'd enjoyed himself. He then confirmed this, in his own raw manner.

"You're a good fuck, Senorita."

"Well thanks," I replied. "You were Ok yourself."

"I know," he bragged, shutting his eyes.

After a few minutes of lying there, naked, beside a man I'd met in a bar two hours ago; emotions crept in. Guilt was the most prominent. With the Caribbean Pirate seemingly asleep, I felt it was time to end my one-night stand. My plan was to get up, locate Sue and leave. With this aim and as quietly as possible, I slid off the bed.

"Where you going?" he demanded, grasping my wrist.

"I have to,.. I need to...to get up...we need to get going...we..."

"It's only ten-thirty. We can't interrupt Marcos and your slutty friend just yet. Eleven she said."

"But I need to go to the toilet," I said, thinking quickly. "Please!"

"Ok; but don't be long," he replied, releasing me.

I began to search for some clothing.

"Here!" he said, throwing his shirt at me. "Wear this!"

I didn't like the way I was being spoken too, particularly being ordered to return to his bedroom. I was a professional woman from Georgia USA, who made her own decisions. No one ever spoke to me like that. However, given I was fully naked, and he was about 120 pounds heavier than me, I decided against calling him out on it. I slipped on the shirt, which reeked of male sweat and aftershave. As I walked to the bathroom, I felt his fluid pouring down my inner thighs; a vicious reminder about the lack of a condom.

Once in the bathroom I wiped my legs and pussy, checked myself in the mirror and then went out to sit on the sofa. I poured myself a whiskey and knocked it back. I poured another.

My thoughts were that I'd had enough of this cheating game and just wanted to be with my husband. However, my friend was still being fucked in the adjacent bedroom and my clothing and purse were back with Don Quan. I sighed deeply.

"I've got no choice," I thought, knocking back the second glass. "I have to return to that...that Shrek."

I took a deep breath, rose and nearly toppled over. I had to steady myself. Once balanced, I padded barefoot, back into the bedroom. In the light of the street I could see Gabriel sitting upright, with the pillows behind him.

"Ahhh, my lover returns. Come over here and see me," he said, patting the bed.

"Umm...I might just get..."

"Come here!" he interrupted, in a gruff manner, which begged no defiance.

Reluctantly, I moved across to the bed.

"Sit across me," he continued, indicating that I should straddle his legs.

I hesitated, knowing where this would likely lead. He patted his leg and I gave a sigh.

"OK!" I said, moving onto the bed, before throwing my leg across his upper thighs.

I sat there, head bowed, with no wish to initiate any further intimacy. It went a little quieter in the street and we could hear a regular thump, thump, thump from the room next door. He put his hand on my chin and lifted my head to look at him. The light caught the scar below his eye. At best you could call this man rugged.

"Your friend is still keeping Marcos busy. She has no wish to leave just yet, so we have more time to play," he said, moving both hands to squeeze my breasts through his shirt. "I like your tits. I want to see them again."

I silently cursed Sue. I was certain we could have left, had she been in the lounge. Gabriel began to unbutton the shirt he'd leant me, when it struck me. I was in the very same sexual position I'd been in with my husband, only two days earlier. The realization caused my heart to sink in my chest. The chest that Gabriel had now exposed. I drew breath and decided to give it one more try.

"Look Gabriel; I really..."

He answered by way of pulling my head forward and kissing me full on the lips. When he released me, I let out a forlorn sigh, which he ignored. I allowed him to remove the shirt and throw it aside.

"You enjoyed what we did before?"

"I..."

"Did you enjoy it?" he demanded.

Given I'd orgasmed and he knew this, I could hardly deny it.

"Yes! Yes I did; it was nice...but..."

"No buts," he said, moving to kiss me again.

A far gentler kiss this time. Less demanding, more enjoyable, like back on the sofa. I kissed him back, pressing breasts into his hairy chest. His hands roved across my body causing tingles, wherever he touched and a warmth to return to my pussy. The two whiskeys had reached my brain and my alcohol inspired lust began to rise again. Eventually he broke off.

"Touch me" he ordered, stroking a breast.

Hesitantly, I dropped a hand.

"Oh!" I exclaimed, upon locating his cock and finding him once again fully hard.

"Yes!" he said, now moving fingers to my nipples. "Always twice with Gabriel!''

"But..." I began, my morals again pushing to the fore, to make one last futile protest.

"No but's, remember," he said, lifting my hand and spitting in the palm. "Rub my cock!"

My protest had been weak, unconvincing and he knew it. I smeared the saliva about and lightly began to pump him; while he ducked his head to locate my nipples. He sucked each one out in turn, before letting it snap back.

"Owe! That hurts. Can you not do that," I snapped, not hiding my annoyance, which merely saw the mean Gabriel return.

"Here's what will happen Senora," he began curtly, in his thick accent. "I need to fuck again, and there is no other woman here. You are aroused, I can tell by how you kiss me, how your nipples point at me. You will put me back in your warm, wet, married pussy, or else I will bruise the nipples and put bite marks on your soft, neck. No other man you go with for two weeks will fail to notice the marks left by Gabriel; especially your husband.

"How the hell is he so sure I'm married?" I thought, tears welling up at his bullying behaviour.

His meanness toward me, my drunken state, plus our position, so similar to that of mine and Nate's, was too much for me. My emotions overflowed. I began to quietly cry, before being unable to restrain a large sob. I half thought this might strike some compassionate bone inside him.

"No time for crying...only fucking. Now do as I say. Put my cock back inside you."

At that point I knew I had no choice. We were going to fuck again, my body wanted to fuck again, so why delay. My problem was we were going to fuck in precisely the same position that I'd made love to my darling husband only days prior. However, if I didn't cooperate, he would leave marks, leading to questions, which would likely bring about the end of my marriage.

"Just do it..." I thought, rising up onto my knees, gripping his cock and holding it steady.

It was like a greasy rubber truncheon and it slipped off my pussy lips a couple of times. He grunted his disapproval, but the feeling of it slipping across my swallow vulva felt good and stimulated me further. I tried to deny this fact, while attempting to get him to engage.

Finally, I located the opening, relaxed my pussy and lowered my pelvis, once again swallowing the cockhead. Still wet with his juices, my pussy accepted his cock more easily this time. As he filled me, any remaining reluctance dissolved. I let out a deep moan of pleasure as my pussy accepted him fully.