Marine Biology: The study of BBC

The old research vessel creaked as it rolled gently with the crystal blue waves. Rachel sat processing the haul of lionfish on the swim platform, her legs immersed in the warm tropical water. The fillet knife struggled to cut through the hard fins, the sharp cracking of spines was interlaced with expletives from her mouth. She tossed the junk overboard, careful not to prick herself on the candy cane patterned spikes. She smiled in amusement as an array of marine life snapped at the morsels sinking between her legs. She kicked her legs slowly in the water, the comfort she felt made her pause with blessed content. It was always her dream to do science in a remote location. To be surrounded by nature every day and to make a difference in the world. Every day filled her with joy and fulfillment despite the stinking pile of carcasses beside her.

The sound of wet flip flops woke her from her daydream. The principal investigator of the boat, Dr. Tracy Hunt, and her friend Claire came out from the cabin. Dr. Hunt was tall and fit, her long grey hair and the wrinkles at the corner of her eyes the only things betraying her age. Rachel turned meek. Even after two years of working with her closely, Dr. Hunt still intimidated her because of how greatly Rachel admired her. She was the definition of a badass woman scientist that broke the boundaries without a care. She was everything Rachel aspired to be.

“All done already?” Claire said surprised. Rachel had to hide a smirk. Claire, a petite Chinese biologist, always looked comically small beside their boss.

“Listen,” Dr. Hunt cut the idle chit chat early. “The son of one of our biggest backers is visiting to see what we do out here with their money. I want you to show him around and give him the tour of our operations.”

“Why me?!” Rachel replied in a flustered tone.

“Never mind that. I know you are ready for this, but this is very very important. We need to make sure we keep this funding coming. His son will be arriving later tonight.”

Rachel eyes widened, “Tonight?!”

Dr. Hunt looked down Rachel’s body, eying the conservative one-piece she had on. She finished in a hush voice, “And for god sakes, put on a two-piece.”

She left without another word. The two girls looked at each in confusion. What was that all about?

Rachel tugged at the high cleavage of her swimsuit. Claire looked on with envy, knowing that Rachel wore those one-pieces to hide some serious weaponry.

“I guess Dr. Hunt expects me to seduce him or something,” Rachel joked.

“With tits like those, it’ll be a cinch I’m sure,” Claire giggled.

“Hey! I’m sure I can impress him with just my brain, thank you very much. I just hope he isn’t some old bag. I don’t want some wrinkly creep staring at me all day.”

“Who knows…but if he’s a cutie you have to let me join you!”

“But what about Terry?”

“Oh, it’ll be just some flirty fun. Come on! The crew are a bunch of bores. We haven’t had fresh blood in forever. I’m sure we can gold dig this guy without even giving anything up.”

“I guess,” Rachel laughed uncomfortably at her forwardness.

They joked around as they packed the fish and brought it over to the grumpy kitchen crew. The scraggly locals seemed to perk up at the sight of the nubile ladies and merrily offered some sweet snacks as the two dropped off the last crate. The pair left sucking some fruity popsicles as they walked across the creaking ship to their rooms.

Rachel closed the door behind her and stripped off her one-piece. Her 32H breasts sprang out from the stretchy supportive material of the swimsuit and hung heavy off her chest. They shook excessively as she stripped the sticky suit down her comparatively proportionate ass and thick milky thighs. The large portion of her life spent in water, whether it had been an unconscious choice or by fate, had saved her from a life time of back pain. Her curly blonde hair rippled from the warm sea breeze coming from her window as she looked at herself in the mirror. She was tall and leggy, much like Dr. Hunt. Her active lifestyle kept her filled out and without a single fold. She had been told her entire life that she needs to hide her curvy body and resented the lecherous and envious stares from men and women a like. But as she aged, she began to embrace her full figure and take command of it. She cupped her breasts.

“If Dr. Hunt thinks the girls will secure us some funding, I guess I shouldn’t complain.”

She perused her limited wardrobe and pulled out the bikinis. They ranged from skimpy to practical, a perfect spread for lounging on the beach to working on the hottest days. She slipped on a supportive red halter top bikini with a matching high waisted bottom.

She helped with scrubbing the deck for the rest of the afternoon. The hard work and hot sun left her glossy, drenched in sweat. So focused on the work, she barely registered the growing buzz of an approaching outboard motor until it stopped. She paused and looked at the other crew members who just shrugged. Soon after, Dr. Hunt walked towards them with an imposing man beside her.

He looked young, she mused. He dwarfed Dr. Hunt the same way that she dwarfed Claire. His body, muscled and jet black, was dressed in a silk tropical print dress shirt and tight black pants. He looked out of place on a working boat, but not out of place in the tropics.

“This is,” Dr. Hunt started.

“My name is Dominic,” the man interrupted and reached out his hand. “You can call me Dom. I handle all my dad’s charitable work.”

She reached out and gripped his hand, struggling due to the difference in size. He smiled down at her as they shook, confidently shifting his eyes to her cleavage and staring for a moment too long before returning to her eyes. She was surprised at his brazenness, and looked enraptured at his attractive chiseled face to see if she could find a moment of weakness in his expression.

“And your name?” he continued in a low accented voice.

“Oh, uh, um, it’s Rachel!” she blurted.

Dr. Hunt looked on with disapproval at the awkward interaction.

“Well Rachel, I looked forward to spending time with you. I’ll be in the room next to you unpacking. Come grab me in a bit.”

The two women watched as he strutted away.

“He looks just like his father,” Dr. Hunt said out of the blue. She looked at Rachel and her lips signaled some disappointment at the choice of swim suit. “Maybe take him on a dive, I think he’ll enjoy seeing the biodiversity we have around here.”

…

She knocked on his door nervously.

“Come in!” he boomed.

She opened the door slowly and blushed when she saw he was in just his swim trunks.

“One moment,” he smiled.

She watched him hang the last of his clothes in the closet. She gawked at his finely muscled body. His arms were like cannons and were coupled with a rippling muscled torso.

“Do you, uh, body build Dominic?”

“Not really,” he said nonchalantly. “But it’s good to keep in shape. My personal trainer thinks I’m doing a good job.”

“That’s more ‘in shape’ than I’ve ever seen”, she thought.

“Dr. Hunt thinks we should go for a dive. Have you SCUBA’d much?”

“Damn, I’d like that. Tracy is always filled with good ideas,” he paused. “Not really, you’ll have to hand hold me I’m afraid.”

“Oh…,” she replied uncertainly. “You are trained right?”

“Of course!” he smiled, his white teeth dazzling.

“Okay, I’ll go setup then. Meet me at the swim deck when you’re ready.”

She left to dig around the equipment closet to find any XL gear that would be able to fit the imposing man. She screwed on the regulator onto the air tank and laid out the comically large equipment around it. She pulled out her own gear and prepared herself for the ordeal of guiding a newbie. She was surprised when he came out onto the swim deck completely kitted up. Her eyes bugged out at the shiny equipment, all of it top of the line and either new or impeccably well maintained.

“Oh, sorry!” he blurted when he saw the raggedy mismatched equipment that she had laid out. “I didn’t know that’s what you meant. I packed my own gear, hard to find stuff that fits usually.”

“That makes a lot of sense,” she thought. She wanted to face palm but resisted the urge. She just grunted and walked up to him to complete the pre-dive checks. She made sure he had air and that his equipment worked before guiding him to the swim deck.

“We’re going to do a loop around the main reef,” she explained. “Should take around 25 minutes. Let me know when you are at half tank okay?”

He nodded, his regulator already in his mouth.

They did a giant stride entry off the boat and, as the bubbles cleared, were greeted with the sight of a colorful reef that pulsated with life. In the distance they could see a group of hammerhead sharks swimming in the distance as a litany of crustaceans and fish darted amongst the hard corals below them.

“He doesn’t look inexperienced,” she thought as he floated ahead of her expertly. She tapped his shoulder and gave him an ok sign which he returned, a big smile on his face. “At least he’s enjoying himself.”

She was surprised when he grabbed her hand and held it tight. Usually, she just guided by watching at a reasonable distance. She led him around the reef, showing him the nook and crannies where moral eels and sea turtles slept.

“Maybe this week won’t be so bad,” she thought. She enjoyed the human contact, his firm grasp of her hand reminded her of her boyfriend back home. The only downside of the job was that they had to keep their relationship long distance for the most part

Dominic slipped away from her while she was lost in thought to look closer at a large sea turtle. She snapped out of it when he swam back at her in a hurry. His eyes were wide and he signaled that he had no air.

She let out a bubbly scream as he ran into her in a panic and thrust his hands at her chest. His invasive fingers groped and grabbed at her tits before finally landing on the emergency regulator attached to her shoulder strap. He relaxed as he brought it to his mouth. He saw the look she gave him and gave her the sorry hand signal. She followed his eyes when they went down and held on her chest. She let out another yelp as she realized her bikini had been displaced by his panicked grabbing. She turned bright red as she struggled to recup them, unable to turn around or hide from his gaze due to the short emergency regulator. Finally covered, she tugged at the cups to cover as much of her mounds as she could. She looked up at him embarrassed. He motioned like he was lifting two breasts and then pointed at her with a big thumbs up and smile. She was as red as the coral around her. She groaned inaudibly at the awkward situation she found herself in. He looked down again and her eyes followed once more, this time landing on the impression of a thick rod against his swim trunks.

“Jesus!” she gasped, a flood of bubbles escaping above her head. “It looks like he has a moray eel in there!”

She just looked away and grabbed his hand, bringing it to her BCD belt for him to hold on to during their swim back to the boat. As they started swimming, she felt his hand slide down her back which caused goosebumps to form on her skin. His fingers traced down her spine sending tingles up and down her body. Her swimming stroke stalled as she squirmed, unsure of what to feel at his intimate touch. He took notice of her reaction and decided to try something risky. He roughly grabbed a handful of her ass. Another rush of bubble went up from her mouth as she screamed in shock.

“Its almost over”, she thought, picking up the pace. “Just keep going.”

He took her lack of resistance as a signal to continue. His large hand squeezed her ass, his groping fingers stimulating her burning groin. His fingers trailed down to wrap around her inner thigh. They slowing crept up and a moan slipped out of her mouth muffled by the water. Her kicking legs stopped and tensed up. He nearly slipped past the thin fabric covering her pussy before she snapped out of it and kicked him away. She panicked as she saw the emergency regulator pop out from his mouth.

Was she going to kill the son of their biggest benefactor?

But he just calmly hung vertical in the water column, his bright white smile gleaming. She quickly swam back and popped the regulator into his mouth. He grabbed her tight, his hands groping her ass as they slowly swam to the surface. She could feel his cock pulsing against her, the hot shaft even warmer than the tropical water that enveloped them.

They both surfaced and she spat the regulator out of her mouth.

“What the hell?! Th-that was absolutely not okay!” she sputtered. “What’s your problem?!”

He looked surprised and put his hands up in surrender as she smacked his chest, water splashing everywhere.

“Whoa, whoa, uh, I just thought…I thought you were okay with that,” he said with a look of remorse on his face. “The way we are together and the way you reacted…”

He saw the unamused look on her face.

“Yenno what? Sorry. I’m sorry. I understand. I won’t do that with you again.”

She just huffed and pushed off of him, kicking away back to the boat. She unkitted in a hurry left him floating in the water.

Dr. Hunt found her in her room and went off on her.

“How could you leave him in the water?!” she shrilled.

“He fucking groped me!” Rachel replied back angrily.

“Oh,” the wind knocked out of Dr. Hunts tone. “I see…I’ll talk to him.”

Rachel thought for a moment.

“No, no, don’t. I think he gets it now. I want to make sure we still get the funding. Let’s not make it any bigger than it has to be.”

“If you’re sure,” she sat beside Rachel and gave her a side hug. “Just let me know if you want Claire to switch out for you.”

….

Rachel spent rest of the day thinking about what happened. She walked around the boat in a daze, making certain to avoid Dominic as she went about her daily tasks. She could hear Claire and Dominic laughter cutting through the quiet boat every once in awhile. After a late dinner in the mess hall and as the setting sun turned the surrounding water crimson, she decided to use some of her limited data to video call her boyfriend Richard.

“Heyyy,” his cute face popped up on the screen and filled her with joy. “I’m surprised to hear from you so soon.”

“I’m surprised you picked up,” she laughed.

“I’m always ready to take a call from you. So, tell me, how’s it been going?”

They caught each other up about the happenings over the last few weeks. She talked about her assignment with Dominic, but avoided any description of him or what had transpired earlier.

“Wow, that’s a big task! Maybe Dr. Hunt is taking a liking to you!”

“Maybe…maybe.”

Her train of thought was interrupted by the obvious shlicking sound of masturbation in the room next door. She heard the creaking of the window opening and a quiet grunt. Her curiosity got the better of her and she quietly slipped out of chair to peek out the window.

“Honey?” she heard Richard ask confused.

In the water, huge globs and strings of coagulated cum floated past. Her eyes widened at the sheer quantity. You could have mistaken it for a school of jellyfish if you didn’t know better. Her eyes turned and she had to stifle a gasp at what she saw. Even his large masculine hands looked small in comparison to the rod he held. The thick black cock had veins coursing along its length, topped by an angry purple head that was still dripping more globs of milky cum. The whole ensemble was terminated by wrinkled balls the size of the oranges she had for breakfast. She watched in silent awe as he poured water over his still rock-hard cock. She was surprised at her voyeurism, but something was enrapturing about this sight. It was akin to watching a chiseled roman statue being washed in the golden glow of the sun. She had to resist the urge to reach out and grab it as he dried it with a towel. His cock left the side of the boat, like a black oar being stowed, and broke her lusty trance.

“What was that dear?” Richard asked.

She was suddenly aware at her flushed body, her pulse was pounding, and her nipples stood hard in the warm night air.

“Oh, just saw some, uh whales, I think. Listen, it was nice talking to you honey but I’m pretty tired…”

“I understand, let’s talk soon! I love you!!! Have a good night!”

“I-I love you too,” she gave a strained smile before closing the laptop shut.

She laid in bed and stared at the ceiling. The image of what she had just saw was burned into her mind. Her breathing was heavy, her fingers slowly creeping down to her aching pussy. She masturbated for the first time since leaving home. She thought she was keeping it quiet but Dominic was keeping his ear out and could hear it from next door. He smiled devilishly as the wet squishing sound increased in rhythm and ended with a muffled moan.

The seed was planted in her mind now; soon it will be planted in her womb.

…

The early morning sun woke her through a crack in the window. She had a night of troubled sleep. She slipped on a conservative one-piece swim suit and a loose white t-shirt over top. After finishing her morning routine, she went to the mess hall to grab some coffee.

She walked in on Dominic and Claire giggling and eating breakfast together. They looked shocked to see her.

“Hey guys,” she said quietly, weirded out by their reaction.

“Good morning Rach!” Claire replied in her usual bubbling manner, the moment of awkwardness passing.

“Mornin’,” Dominic smiled, raising his mug before returning to his breakfast.

“Dr. Hunt said I should take Dominic out to one of our field sites,” Rachel continued, getting straight to business.

“Aw, are you sure Rach? I’m happy to show Dom around if you don’t want,” Claire wrapped her hands around Dominic’s bicep and looked absolutely enamoured. “We had a great time together last night.”

“I want to,” Rachel blurted. Dominic looked surprised at her response. She cleared her throat. “It’s my job. You’re busy with an experiment right now Claire.”

“Oh, that’s right,” she pouted. “But, I’ll see you around right Dommy?”

He just smiled at her and nodded. Her hands slipped off him slowly as she grabbed a piece of toast and left the room.

“Well, let’s go after breakfast then…Rach?” Dominic smirked.

“Fine by me,” she said.

After grabbing some food herself, Rachel went to pack a day bag and brought Dominic to the zodiac. They ripped through the pristine water, the cries of seagulls sometimes audible over the roar of the outboard engine. Rachel beached the boat on a small forested island, the rustle and calls of wildlife escaping from the dense vegetation. She showed him around the sandy beach and lush forest and, true to his word, he didn’t make another pass at her the entire time. In fact, he was strangely respectful to her personal space apart from the occasional peek down her shirt.

Dominic was enthralled by the flawless, footprint-less, beach. “Wow, nobody’s around. When’s the last time a human was on this island?”

“Yesterday,” she popped his bubble. “We have a crew come once a day to take measurements.”

She pointed out a PVC square in the forest floor, a grid made of strings inside of it.

“Like that, we use these to estimate biodiversity.”

He nodded silently, looking like he was deep in thought.

Their time on the island done, they buzzed back to the mothership just in time for dinner. After a hearty meal, most of the crew lounged around on the large boat deck. The din of quiet conversation was all that could be heard except for the waves lapping against the boat.

“So, what do you guys do around here for fun?” Dominic asked Rachel.

“This. We usually just chill…read?” Rachel struggled to provide an exciting answer.

“Ah, that’s boring as fuck man!” he pulled out a large satellite phone from his bag. “Let’s go out for some fun!”

“What?”

He shushed her and spoke to somebody on the phone.

“Yeah, bring the boat over.”

She could hear a faint garbled reply.

“Yeah, yeah, just do it man.”

He smiled at the curious crowd that began to form.

“Let’s go to the main island and party! Who’s down?!” Dominic shouted with excitement.

“Me!” Claire jumped up excitedly and grabbed Rachel. “Oh Rach, we haven’t gone in months!!!”

Rachel smiled awkwardly, unsure about how this night will turn out.

The crew dispersed to prepare. The entire boat buzzed with excitement. Such an outing was rare and never available to most of the crew.

Rachel clambered into her room. Her pulse was rapid and she felt flush, contact excitement getting to her. She pulled out the only nice outfit she brought, a tight silver dress with a short skirt. She struggled to pull the top over her chest before she quickly applied some make-up to her face. She was in the middle of slipping on some heels when Claire knocked and asked if Rachel had any mascara for her to borrow.

“Yeah, one sec!” Rachel clattered to the door and opened it to pass the tube over. Claire sneaked a peek through the crack and squealed.

“Wow, girl! You look like a bombshell, fuck!”

“You too,” Rachel giggled.

After some time, a spectacular yacht pulled up to the dingey research vessel. The white shiny finish made the old liveaboard look even more like it was on its last legs. The bumping bass of music could be heard from inside the boat and everybody chattered excitedly as they crossed over to the lavish vessel. Conversation and drinks flowed as everybody clambered at the platters of food that were already laid out on the tables inside.

Many were already tipsy by the time they arrived on shore. The group disembarked and stumbled over to the nearest club. Even louder music and flashing lights greeted them as they entered the dark room. Dominic left for a moment and returned with scantily clad waitresses carrying platters of shots. The group cheered and toasted his generosity as they downed the first round of many. The group danced and pulsed in time to the rhythm of the music. The men and women of the crew alike tried to get closer to Dominic, the catalyst for this night of fun. Despite everything, even Rachel found herself drawn to him. She ended up dancing close enough to smell his cologne, a hint of his sweaty musk drawing her in. He discretely cleared space for her and soon they were dancing face-to-face. His hands slipped around her waist and her hands unconsciously caressed his muscled chest. He swung her around and, in a heated daze, she started grinding her ass against his crotch. Goosebumps formed on her skin as she felt his hands exploring every inch of her body. She shivered as she felt his large cock through his pants with her ass. When he spun her around again, she didn’t resist him when he picked her up and their lips met. Their tongues intertwined in the dark club. He carried her effortlessly with his hands on her ass as they grinded against each other. Her louds moans were covered up by the loud music. When she opened her eyes, she saw his dark face and defined features smooshed against her own. She looked around and saw her coworkers in her periphery. Some snickered while others swayed listlessly, entranced by the display in front of them. She choked out a cough and pushed his hands off her body. She dropped to the floor.

“I’m gonna grab some water,” she yelled at him before turning around and pushed her way through the crowd.

She sat the bar sipping from her glass. She hadn’t noticed the pain in her ankles, this was the first time she wore high heels in almost a year. She thought about what was happening, the trance like state that Dominic put her under from just being in his presence. She felt her face turning flush. Maybe Claire was right, maybe I should have some fun away from home. Emboldened by this realization, she forgot the pain in her feet and fought her way through the pulsing crowd. As she reached her group of friends, she gasped audibility, drowned out by the loud techno music, and stood in dismayed shock at the sight before her

“I can’t believe her!” she yelled. The normally conservative Claire was grinding against Dominic aggressively, her skirt was hiked up and she was putting on quite the show to the growing crowd.

She turned around and drunkenly made her way back to the bar. She ordered cocktails to drown her disappointment as she watched the bouncing crowd.

It was in the dead of night that the club closed and the mixed group filtered out onto the dark streets.

“Hey, wow, how are we going to get home man?” one of the deckhands asked.

“Fuck it dude, let’s just stay the night. Follow me!” the drunken Dominic ordered, his voice booming in dark empty streets.

He led the group down the block to a gleaming hotel. The ragged assortment looked out of place in the shiny up-scale lobby.

“Sir? Um, sir?” the front desk lady seemed almost offended by their presence.

Dominic just smiled, pulling out a black card and slapping it on the counter. He looked back and counted the confused crowd.

“Uh,” he closed his eyes and his drunken mind struggled to do the simple math. “Twenty one rooms, please. And the Penthouse if you have it, if not, then an executive. Fuck it, just give me the top two floors if you have it.” He looked back and winked at the crowd.

The front desk woman looked suspicious of Dominic but went along with what she thought was a drunken joke.

“Not every room on the top floors are free, and we don’t have a penthouse, but I booked what I could,” she sighed and swiped the credit card, her eyes widened in shock when it unexpectedly cleared instantly. “Oh! Okay, wow. I-I’ll grab your keys right away sir. Would you like anything else brought to your rooms?”

He whispered something in her ear which elicited a strange look on her face.

The band of seafarers barely conversed as they stared in confusion at the bright extravagance of the lobby. The receptionist returned from the backroom with a large pile of key cards which Dominic handed out to the receptive crew. They entered the shiny golden elevator together, the sour smell of alcohol filling the small chamber. Rachel felt herself being pushed into Dominic, her breasts pushing into his arm unintentionally. He looked down with a knowing smile as the group in the elevator thinned out and she stepped away from him. Her heart pounded in her chest when they reached the top floor and the shrinking group sorted themselves into the rooms. Soon it was just Dominic and her, their foot steps echoed in the quiet hallway. She followed him until he stopped at a door and pulled out his key card.

“Uh, Rachel? Your room is over there?” he pointed to the room next door.

“Good night,” she squeaked in embarrassment, turning red.

Rachel got ready for bed and laid in the plush bed frustrated. She didn’t think she actually wanted to go through with it but now, laying alone, she felt cheated of it.

That’s when she started hearing the creaking sound of sex from the room next door.

“Fuck! That’s a tight pussy.”

“Yeeah?” a woman moaned. “You like this tight Asian pussy?”

“Fuck yes, you’re the perfect little cock sleeve.”

“Oh yes! Fuck my pussy daddy!”

The thumping continued through the night. Rachel was tempted to knock against the wall to get them to shut up. Every 10 minutes or so the moans was punctuated by the woman screaming in ecstasy as she came on his cock. Nearly an hour later the thumping stopped abruptly and she could hear Dominic roar as he ejaculated.

“Ahhh! I can’t see!?!” she heard the woman’s muffled giggling. “There’s so much! SO much! Oh my god!”

She heard laughter and the shower go on before she finally slipped into an uncomfortable sleep.

She saw a haggard looking Clare in the morning. The hangover and late night of sex was apparent on her face. She could even see the remnants of dried cum on her glasses and hair.

“The little bitch,” Rachel thought.

“How was your sleep?” Clare’s pained smile made her braces glisten in the bright light.

“Didn’t sleep that well…some couple was having loud sex in the room next door.”

“Oh,” she turned a bright red and giggled. “That sounds awful.”

They walked together to the dining hall to grab breakfast. Clare walked with an uncomfortable shuffle, a slight limp after being fucked silly. Rachel scoffed at the display, jealous of her friend. She quickly grabbed a coffee to go. She walked around aimlessly in town and waited by the yacht for the group to return.

…

A week went by on the boat with little more than a held glance or wink between them. Claire’s friendly attachment to Dominic aggravated Rachel for seemingly no reason. Finally, Dr. Hunt paired Dominic with her to collect some samples off a remote island. Rachel made the decision to seal the deal once and for all. She picked out the skimpiest bikini she had, the cups barely covered her areolas and her tits practically spilled out of them. It was hardly practical for field work and she turned heads as she walked through the narrow corridors of the boat.

She smirked as Dominic’s eye widened at the sight. But he quickly seemed to lose interest as they motored across the frothy water. She could tell that he definitely noticed her choice of outfit as they worked. She bent over at the waist, showing off her ass and hanging tits as much as she could. But despite her best efforts he remained disinterested.

She wasn’t used to being ignored.

She walked up to him, her tits jiggling with each powered step caught his eye.

“So how was Clare’s pussy, you fucking prick? Were you just leading me on this entire time?!”

“Hmm?” he sounded confused, his face unamused. “You’re the one that walked away.”

She bit her lip and thought, “That was true then but now…”

“Nevermind…,” she turned around frustrated. She heard his foot steps in the sand catch up to her. She was surprised when his hand on her shoulder flipped her around and forcefully pinned her against a palm tree.

He inspected her body closely while she looked off to the side. The uncontrollable symptoms of lust were apparent. Her nipples poked out of her bikini top obscenely, her white skin was flushed, and a dark spot formed around her dripping thong.

“The truth is,” he gently caressed her cheek before forcefully grabbing her tit in his hand. “I did come for this.”

She moaned as he roughly kneaded her sensitive nipples between his fingers.

“Them white guys like to go to Asia to get that Asian pussy,” he sneered. “Me? I love fucking preppy white girls like you. Ya’ll out here alone, away from your boyfriends. All pent up…it makes you so easy. Just gotta tease you a bit with this,” he dropped his shorts and his cock fell out with a thump. “And the legs open right up.”

Her eyes widened at the black anaconda rising in front of her. She couldn’t resist reaching out and trying to wrap her fingers around the thick rod.

“When Dr. Hunt posted your big ole’ milky titties, I knew I had to come get some.”

“I want it,” she said quietly.

“What was that?” he smirked. She was already so cock drunk that she probably didn’t even hear a word he was saying.

She pushed herself and her tits against his rippled chest. “I want that big black cock of yours.”

“Oh, I know. Now get down on your knees and get to work.”

She slid down, looking up at his amused face. She basked in the glory of his cock, taking in his sweaty musk. She kissed up and down the impressive length. His veiny cock twitched in her hands. Her mouth watered as she licked up the precum from the dripping tip. He yelled in cathartic release as his cock finally slipped into her warm mouth. She tried her best to give him a blow job but was not able to take in much of the thick cock. Once her slobbering attempt at a blowjob lubricated his cock, she slipped it underneath her top and between her tits. She sucked on the glistening head sticking out from the top of her mounds.

“Can Clare do this?” she said triumphantly. He shook his head with a grin.

After he was satisfied, he grabbed her hair and pulled her up to straddle his cock. She ran her sopping cunt atop his unsheathed black cock. The veiny ridged cock drove her wild as their lips met and tongues intertwined. So drunk with lust, she didn’t even notice him laying her down onto a beach towel and aiming his cock was right at her unprotected pussy. An intrusive thought of Richard and snapped her out of it. In her lusty state, she had even spread her pussy lips for this intruder. Her hands quickly shifted to cover her dripping opening.

“No, no!” she moaned. “Dom, I can’t do this. I can’t.”

“You sure?” he slid forward, sliding his cock up her body until his wrinkly balls slapped against her hands. She looked down her body cross-eyed, enamoured by the glistening shaft that went up past her belly bottom to her sternum. She watched as a pearly white drop of precum oozed and dripped onto her body.

“Yes…,” she groaned. “I’ll – I’ll jerk you off though.”

She grasped the rod with her hands and he thrusted. His balls slapping against her clit and sensitive opening surprised her with a jolt of pleasure.

“I’ve got a better idea,” he said. He rinsed her feet and pulled out a huge bottle of coconut oil. Covering both of them with the slick lubricant. The sheen it gave his chiseled body made him look like he was ready for a body-building contest. He grabbed her dainty feet and ran his cock through them. She got the message and giggled. She began giving him a foot job, the first she had ever given. Copious amounts of precum trickled from the tip, and dripped down to her pussy.

“I love this view,” he said. “Show them milky white titties.”

“These titties?” she teased, squeezing the covered tits which sagged against her body. She bounced them in her hands and squeezed her rock-hard nipples, which caused him to groan in impatience. He lashed out and grabbed her bikini and ripped it up, releasing her tits in a dramatic drop. She cried out in pleasure and shock as he pinched a nipple and pulled.

“No tan lines huh? I bet the crew try to sneak glances when you sun bathe.”

She giggled as her hands snuck down to her yearning cunt. One hand swirled atop her clit while her other fingers dug for her g-spot.

“Yeah baby, imagine this cock slamming deep inside of you.”

“Ooh,” she moaned. She closed her eyes as he helped massage her tits and twist her nipples. She licked her lips as she daydreamed that the cock thrusting between her feet was actually stretching out her burning pussy. He watched as her body tightened and juices gush out from between her fingers. He held her legs as they kicked out and watched as her body convulsed atop the blanket. She whined and moaned as her eyes rolled back, her body surging with pleasure.

He enjoyed the view before him and knew it was only a matter a time he would be buried in that dripping cunt. She drunkenly continued stroking his cock and it wasn’t long before he grabbed his cock and rapidly pumped it to completion. He came with a roar. She was shocked as a powerful blast of cum splattered against her face. Consecutive ropes of cum streaked her face, across her tits, and formed a large pool on her stomach as his cock settled.

“Holy shit,” she moaned, her feet sticky with cum. “So much…”

…

They returned in silence. Dominic kept a shit eating grin the entire boat ride while she could only look away in embarrassment. After docking, she scurried to the showers, being careful to avoid the crew as much as possible. The fresh water felt like bliss as it streamed down her curves. The soap suds washed away the globs of cum that remained and she scrubbed the crusty dried patches off. After freshening up, she quietly slipped into her room and laid on her bed. What had just occurred replayed in her head. It filled her with guilt and she slipped open her laptop and used what little data she had left to hail her boyfriend.

“Oh? I’m surprised to hear you so soon honey. What’s the occasion?”

His pixelated face popping up on the screen twisted a knife in her heart.

“Oh, I just missed you and wanted to see your face. Been really busy ferrying this donor around…”

“I can imagine…,” his eyes trailed down to her chest. She wore the same skimpy bikini as earlier which gave Richard an ample view of her cleavage.

“Hmm, you like what you see babe?” she teased. “It’s been so long…”

He gasped as she twirled her fingers around her nipples. The nubs poked out from the top as she put her feet on the table and pushed her chair back. She gave him a full view of her lewd body and pulled aside her bottom to attack her reignited pussy.

“Pull your cock out babe, I’ll give you a show,” she whispered huskily.

She smiled as he dropped his shorts in one motion and began stroking his cock rapidly.

“Slower, slowly,” she whispered. “Hmm, I want that cock inside of me. Pumping deep inside…”

Rachel couldn’t help but compare the cocks she had seen today. Richards barely popped out from his hand as he stroked. The only thought that the little pink head elicited in her mind was cute. After meeting Dominic, she realized the enormous difference in what she had and could experience. He grabbed a bundle of tissues and stood up. She realized he must be close and quietly faked an orgasm as he grunted.

“Yeah baby, cum for me. Fill up that pussy.”

His release barely covered the tissue and couldn’t have even come close to covering her like…

“Wow honey…that was amazing. I can’t believe we just did that,” Richard’s excited rambling interrupted her thought.

“Hmm, yeah,” she faked a smile. “My data is almost out. I’ll call you again when it resets!”

“Oh, okay. Well…good night then! I love you.”

“I love you too…”

She turned the laptop off. The reflection of her exposed tits on the screen caused her body to become flush.

Dominic smiled as he heard the quiet moans begin next door. He knew it was time to set the hook.

…

Dominic found her the next morning in the dining room. She looked away shyly as he sat in front of her.

“I’ve got a fundraiser today for Dr. Hunt’s research. It’s my excuse for why I came…I need a plus one…”

She looked at him, her curiosity obvious. She nodded silently.

“Good. The first part will be at a pool side bar on the main island. Dress appropriately,” he winked.

She grimaced. “I think I’m gonna go with a one-piece.”

“Oh no no no. Definitely not a one piece. You want funding or not? Actually, I’ve got your uniform on my boat. You should try it on and see if it fits.”

She braced herself as she absentmindedly followed him across to his yacht. He handed her a light package and showed her to a room to change.

The sky-blue outfit was unsurprisingly unbearably skimpy. The cups barely contained her tits and were just sheer enough for people to catch a glimpse in the right light. The g-string was swallowed up in the valley of her ass and her neat bush poked out from the sides.

She came out of the dressing room embarrassed, cupping her breasts with her forearm.

“I look like a cow,” she said, her body bursting from the thin fabric. “I can’t possibly wear this. What kind of fundraiser is this?!”

“Trust me,” he replied. “This will get you the funding you want. That’s what your boss would want right?

He laughed at her defensive stance.

“Why are you so embarrassed? It’s not like I haven’t seen it all already.”

She turned bright red as she quietly moved her arms away. He stared at her quietly, his eyes devouring the sight before him.

“This will be perfect,” he paused. “You should get waxed though.”

“You’re paying for it,” she huffed and put her head in her hands. “If this will help the team…”

…

Once they landed on the island, they got a chauffeur to an opulent resort hotel. The pool gleamed in the bright afternoon sun. The sparkling clean pool deck seemed like such a big contrast to the dingy dinghy she spent the last two years on. She clutched onto Dominic’s thick arms as they made their way through the crowd of beautiful women and affluent looking men. They waded into the pool and approached their first target, a pair of middle-aged American men. She blushed and shyly hid behind Dominic’s large frame.

“Hey Dominic,” the younger one said, he looked around Dominic and looked her over. “Who’s your new, uh, friend?”

“Eyes up here Derek. You should be staring her brain. She’s one of the researchers at the conservation institute in the area.”

“Oh…oh really?” Derek smirked. “Impressive.”

“Go on, tell them,” Dominic prodded her.

She looked at him aghast. He didn’t tell her she had to talk to these people! She turned to the pair who silently perused her body as she stuttered through a spiel she made up on the spot.

“…we do a lot of work with the sea turtle spawning sites and reef conservation with marine protected zones…”

“Sounds like a good thing to put some money towards, right?” Dominic finished off her pitch.

“That does sound…interesting. Maybe something we can contribute to?” the other man said.

“I don’t want maybes Tim,” Dominic pushed. “Just look at her, look at how excited she is about this work.”

“Yes, pleeease!” Rachel forced a smile and bounced a little. Both men invertedly raised their eyebrows at the sight.

Derek coughed. “Yeah, sure. Give me a call later.”

“Yay, thank you!” A real smile shined from her mouth. She couldn’t believe it worked!

Dominic and Rachel made their rounds. Each time she became more emboldened by their success and learned how to strut her stuff. How to subtly push her tits together, how to bounce them just enough without being too obvious and desperate, how to play it more discrete when they had a woman with them, how to gently push or touch them, and to laugh at their jokes no matter how terrible they were.

She giggled as they left. “Those men are so easy! One look and they were totally smitten.”

“I told you so,” he laughed. “I never had such success even with Tracy. You’re a natural.”

She beamed at the compliment.

“Let’s go get ready for the gala. I’ve got your outfit prepared in your room.”

Back in her room, she obediently pulled on the tight red dress he provided her. It required several tugs to pull it down over her ass but it looked amazing on her. Being shown off to men all day in the hot sun left her incredibly horny and bothered. She smiled devilishly as she slipped off her panties.

…

Flutes of champagne flew off the table as they enjoyed themselves after a hard day of fundraising. They snickered and gabbed during the lengthy speeches throughout the night. Their time together was interrupted by Dominic being called up to talk.

She watched and listened, enamoured by his confident aura and attractive figure under the spotlight. He was a gifted orator and she was star struck by his lofty goals of philanthropy.

“That was amazing!” she yelled over the applause as he returned.

“I know,” he winked.

They chatted quietly as the speeches continued.

She made a funny noise when she felt Dominic’s hand roughly grab her thighs as he chatted to the couple across the table. Everybody at the table gave her a funny look and she awkwardly drank from her glass to deflect the stares. She bit her lip and her eyes darted around the table nervously as his hand slipped up her thigh, pushing her skirt up and out of the way. He didn’t miss a beat and continued conversing without pause or hesitation. His fingers swirled and traced around the inside of her thigh. Her breath quickened and she felt herself become flush as his fingers circled higher and higher. She stifled a squeak as he stopped centimeters from her sopping cunt. She was sure he could feel the burning heat emanating from her pussy but he didn’t move any closer. She had to resist thrusting her hips forward in front of everybody at the table. He stopped moving and slipped his hand underneath her thigh, laying it between her legs. She took his cue and sat up straight, scootching up and sliding her slick pussy lips atop his hand. He looked at her amused, realizing that she had forgone panties. He pushed a finger up, forming a pyramid like bump for her.

“Fuck me,” she thought hazily as she grinded her clit atop Dominic’s second knuckle. She gripped the side of the table tightly as she felt the cumulation of the past few weeks of flirting build to a rapid new peak.

She faintly heard from across the table.

“So how much did you pay to get those done Dom,” pointing out her tits.

“Oh, they’re 100% real,” he reached over and roughly squeezed her breast. It gave her the excuse to outwardly squeal and squirm. She stared right into Dom’s deep hazel eyes as she bit her lip and her eyes rolled gently. She came silently as she could, trying her best to hide her spasming lower body. Pleasure coursed through her as his finger came to life and undulated under her.

“Oh wow,” the man said. The girls around the table gave her an envious look of spite.

“This sauce the mussels are in is to die for,” Dom joked as he brought his middle finger to his mouth and sucked off her juices loudly. “Let’s go Rach, the Galas basically over.”

He pulled her up by the hand. She hastily pulled her skirt down to cover her shame, but the rivulets of her juices that ran down her long legs was apparent to all at the table.

She was tipsy and stumbled onto Dom as they walked through the maze of tables. She shivered in anticipation of what she knew was going to happen.

The door to the hotel room was barely closed before his pants were off and she was on her knees. She sucked off the glob of precum forming on his urethra. She inhaled deeply at his balls and shuddered as she kissed up its impressive length.

He pushed her off and gestured at her skirt as he sat on the bed.

“Pull it up, let me see,” he ordered.

She shimmied the short skirt up and over her wide hips, revealing her shameful secret. Her engorged pussy lips were a fiery red and burned with desire.

“Spread ’em.”

She shuddered as her fingers made contact with her sensitive pussy. She spread her pussy lips open like a rose and presented herself to him. Sticky strings of her grool dripped from the opening.

He chuckled.

“That pussy is crying for a good fucking,” he shook his cock. “Is this what it wants?”

She gulped and nodded.

“Yes…,” she stumbled forward and straddled him

“And what is that?”

“…a dick,” she whispered.

“Any cock?” he slapped his cock between her legs, the top splitting the bottom of her ass cheeks.

“A big fat black cock!” she grinded against the burning rod. “Oh my god, I’ve been dreaming about your cock for months.”

“Yeah, I know you do. I heard you every night creaming yourself.”

“I want you to make me cum. Oh god, I’ve wanted that so bad.”

He grunted and prodded her soaking opening with the tip of his cock.

“Wait…condom,” she pushed against his chest as she moaned.

“What?”

“Condom!” she said shrilly. “I can’t, I can’t risk it.”

“I never use one…,” he looked at the nubile beauty before him. Her curvaceous body shivered with anticipation and he knew he just needed to get his cock through the door. “You know what? Fine, but I don’t have any on me.” He picked up the phone and called the front desk to bring some up. He threw her on the bed. He mounted her as he tore her top down. He drizzled a stream of oil atop her tits as he slid his cock through them. He twisted her nipples as the slick cock slid across her face. She quietly moaned as her lips mouthed the side of the pumping cock.

A knock on the door startled her out of her lusty daze. Dominic called the hotel worker in, the woman seemed unphased by the scene of a big black cock across the blonds face but Rachel turned beet red. This was soon replaced with anticipation as Dominic handed Rachel the magnum sized package. She rolled the rubber down his cock, amazed at the unfurled length of the rubber.

“I’m amazed they make them this size,” she whispered.

She breathed heavily as he lined up the sheathed cock between her legs. He teased her as he swirled the bulbous head around her pussy lips. They gripped tightly on it as he pushed through. Her nails dug into the bed as his cock broke through her tight opening. She had to grit her teeth, unused to the sheer girth of his cock. As he slowly slid it back and forth, her pussy delivered a wave of juices to aid it deeper. Soon discomfort was replaced with sheer pleasure. Each shifting movement sent a thousand inputs through the nerves of her stretched opening. He pushed deeper in one motion, a third of his cock now buried into her pussy.

“I don’t think — I don’t think I can take it all, Dom,” she moaned.

“Yeah you can, baby. I know you can. Your body was built for cock like this.”

She groaned. He had reached virgin territory and she experienced stimulation like she never felt before as he continued to burrow deeper into her quivering cunt. The head of his cock wormed its way through, excavating into unexplored regions. She squeaked as it finally bottomed out deep against her a-spot. She squealed as he began to grind his cock against the virgin nerve endings. Her finger nails stabbed into his back and her legs wrapped around his waist as she came for the first time from a cock.

“Oh my god Dom. Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god,” her body bucking underneath him. “I’m cumming! Oh my god I’m cumming!”

Dominic gritted his teeth. He couldn’t have imagined a pussy so velvety tight when he set out to fuck her. The walls of her pussy contracted and spasmed as she came, juices dribbling out from her pussy lips wrapped tight around his cock. He struggled to resist the urge to cum as she kissed his slick chest.

He sat up and slowly began pumping again. Her milky tits spun in mesmerizing circles. Her eyes were half hooded in a lusty daze as he pounded her dripping pussy. She yelped as he picked her up and sat her down across his lap. He buried his face in her ample cleavage. Sucking on her nipples elicited even louder moans for her as she bounced on his cock. She pushed him down and used her hands on his rippled torso for support as she slammed her ass against his legs. The loud sound of smacking flesh filled the room punctuated by her load moans. He continued to play and massage her bouncing tits, pulling on the nipples bringing up another orgasm from Rachel’s cunt. The pussy wall tightening up the length of his cock sent him over the edge this time. He roared as cum distended the plastic sheath. She could still feel the hot juices filling what little space was left in her cunt. The flexing cock and the warm sensation in her stomach brought her orgasm up to another level and she screamed in ecstasy as she squirted in earnest. Her juices sprayed out onto his lap as the overflowing condom dripped cum from the edges. She collapsed on top of him. Barely conscious from the excessive stimulation she felt between her legs.

She rolled off him and drifted to sleep in the nook of his arm. She woke shortly afterwards and stirred him awake by sucking on the growing cock. She giggled mischievously as he watched approvingly of her slipping on another condom. They fucked through the night until ripped condom packets hung off the edge of the bedside table.

A sunbeam peaking through the blinds woke Dominic in the morning. The sun perfectly illuminated Rachel’s nude body. Her beautiful milky tits were bruised, the nipples a distended red from the abuse they had received. Crusty patches of cum remained across her tanned skin and in her hair.

She stirred as he gently squeezed her tit.

“Good morning beautiful,” he smiled.

“Um,” she replied groggily. “Is it morning? Ugh.”

She rolled over and buried herself in the blankets revealing her plump ass covered in red handprints. Her pussy crusty from her dried juices.

She rose as she heard the shower going. She walked in on Dominic in the marble bathroom. Water streamed down his muscled body as the sun beams illuminated him. She joined him without a word, the the rivulets of cleansing water felt like bless after a long night of fucking. She laughed when she opened her eyes again, Dominic’s cock had risen again and poked her in the stomach. They hugged tightly, their lips meeting again. His hot throbbing cock burned against her skin even in the warm stream of water. She stroked his cock as their tongues intertwined.

“Hmm, can’t get enough?” she teased.

“Fuck no.”

She straddled his cock and ran her pussy across it.

“Hmm, too bad we used up the condoms,” she pouted.

He grabbed her by the throat and pinned her against the cold marble wall.

“Really?” he poked his cock through the heart shaped gap in her thighs, running it against her soaking opening.

She bit her lip and lifted a leg. He took the cue and slid his unsheathed cock into her pussy one last time. The naked cock glided in effortlessly. Their combined sex fluids created a velvety swirling of flesh within her. Her moans echoed as they fucked standing in the steamy room.

“Fuck, this is amazing,” she gripped his ass and guided his strokes deep inside of her. “I can feel every inch of your cock!”

He turned her around and pushed her against the wall of the shower. Her tits pushed into the wall roughly, her nipples stimulated as they slid up and down as he pumped. He gripped her hands against the tiles. She felt his cock swelling.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum already,” he groaned.

The pleasure was too great to ignore as she felt her orgasm building to a peak.

“Oh my god, don’t stop,” she moaned. “Fuck me! Fuck me!”

“You sure?!” he shouted as his cock was about to burst.

Dribbles of his hot juices dripped inside of her as she shouted, “Fill me up with your cum baby!”

He roared as his virile cum finally flooded her pussy. She slipped in and out of consciousness as she came, her squirting juices splattering onto her feet. Her contracting pussy sucked in his cum as she spasmed in his grip. His cock jerking wildly inside of her caused pleasure to surge through her body with each flex. Thick globs of cum dripped down her thighs, coagulating in the steamy heat.

They stood panting in silence. Dominic extracted his cock with a pop and a flood of cum splattered on the shower floor. Dominic quickly rinsed off as she leaned against the wall, her legs still shaking from the powerful orgasm. He left the shower without another word. Rachel squatted and pushed out pearly white cum from her gapping pussy. A night of fucking had finally culminated in her being bred by the charismatic black man.

Dominic was steely as they rode back to the research vessel. Rachel drifted in and out of sleep in one of the bedrooms, a long night of no sleep finally taking its toll on her. She groggily slipped into her room when they reached the vessel. Cum still oozed out and her panties were saturated as she closed her eyes. She awoke to a setting sun and Dominic nowhere to be found.

…

Dominic left that day without much fanfare. Dr. Hunt was in an unusually good mood and praised Rachel for her great fundraising work. Despite that, the entire crew was downtrodden without Dominic’s jovial presence. Rachel especially was hurt by his sudden departure. Had he really come just to pump and dump her like that? The final weeks on the boat went slowly until she received a text on her phone. Attached was a photo of an impossibly thick and veiny black cock. She had it saved when she finally went home for the winter off-season.

…

Life returned to normal with Richard in the weeks that followed. Her time with Dominic fading into distant memories. Though her body could not forget. An itch deep inside of her belly began to grow. An itch that Richard could not scratch.

Richard had missed her deeply in her time away from him this field season. He told her of a big promotion at work that he had been grinding hard for. The large salary boost would mean she could move back and become a stay-at-home mother if she wanted to. Rachel didn’t love the sound of that, even ignoring all the events with Dominic that had transpired, she enjoyed the work she was doing and didn’t want to give it up. After a romantic dinner at a high-end restaurant, under the guise of celebrating his promotion, he proposed. She numbly said yes, going through the motions of being a good partner.

He suggested that they have children in the days that followed, His mother had been bugging him for awhile and they were approaching the fertility cliff, he reasoned.

“The science is sound,” she murmured.

“You should go off the pill then,” he prodded.

“I’m not sure that’s the best idea,” she blurted. The first thing that came to mind was what the copious amounts of cum Dominic released would have done to her without protection.

“How else would we have kids?” Richard was perplexed.

“You-you’re right,” she gave him a forced smile.

Richard quickly scrapped together a wedding.

The effects of being off the pill took her by surprise. She had started the medication when she was just a teenager to control her raging hormones. She had forgotten what it was like to be without it. It was like a dam collapsed and released a flood of sexual need. She pestered Richard insistently for sex in the weeks leading up to the wedding but it was never enough to satisfy her needs.

…

Rachel looked at herself in the mirror as her maid of honor finished her hair and makeup. The strapless dress was crystal white and sparkled in the sunlight casting into the room. The corset pushed her tits up and together, making them seem even larger than they were – as impossible as that seemed. She felt her friend struggle to zip up the dress and she felt the tightness across her chest as the zipper finally ripped up. Her bridesmaids all squealed in excitement as they left the room.

Seeing her old friends and family for the first time in years made her forget all about her transformative time with Dominic. She cried as she walked down the aisle and stared into Richard’s eyes, remembering all the fond time they had through college and their deep emotional connection which had been lost during her time away. But as the reception began and the drinks began to flow, Rachel began to relapse as they went around to greet their guests. She couldn’t help but notice the lecherous stares of the men. It reminded her of her time with Dominic at the gala; how much she enjoyed the power she felt in seducing men and the control she exerted over them. She took immense pleasure in catching the men, married and bachelors alike, staring down her bursting cleavage. Many would blush and look away, ashamed at being caught in the act. The annoyed look of their partners when they realized what had happened made Rachel struggle to control an outburst of cruel laughter. She had leaned down to thank one step-uncle’s daughter and purposefully squeezed her tits together with her arms. When she stood up suddenly, she caught his eyes bugging out and a lecherous tongue licking his lips. He coughed and excused himself as his wife scowled at his back.

Others confidently met her accusative eyes which reminded her of Dominic and made her steely resolve melt and her pussy drip. Richard’s high school friends had this effect most of all. The star linebacker and quarterback of their team, the white and black duo were popular back then and had been friends with Richard since they were dorky middle schoolers.

“Damn Rach, you look amazing!” said Marco.

“Dazzling!” said Tommy.

“Aw, thanks guys!” she hugged them both tightly, being sure to push her tits against their muscled body. Tommy’s rippled body and scent reminded her of Dominic’s which made her pussy absolutely gush.

She bit her lip as the pair stared appreciatively at her tits.

“They know, don’t they?” she thought lustily.

She wondered for a moment if the she would be able to slip away from Richard and get spit roasted by the jockey duo when she was whisked away to meet some grandparents.

By the time they made it through the crowd, they were slumped on the chairs exhausted.

“Hey babe,” she whispered into his ear. “Let’s slip away and conssssumate the night.”

He gave a tired smile as she bounced her tits to really seal the deal.

By the time they stumbled into their hotel room, he collapsed onto the bed and started snoring. She couldn’t believe he was too drunk to consummate on the night of!

Frustrated, she stepped out of her dress and laid on the bed with her legs wide open. Her fingers slipped past the silky thong and she gasped sharply as she finally got some sexual stimulation. In her lusty mood she opened her phone and sent a photo of her wet pussy to Dominic. Her bridal garter visible in the lewd photo. She was surprised when he actually replied only a few minutes later.

“Damn, I’d fly over and fuck you right now. What’s that boy doing?”

She giggled.

“He got too drunk and fell asleep.”

She sent another photo of her cleavage from above, a cloudy look of lust on her pouty face.

“My pussy is desperate for some big cock.”

“I can see that ;)”

She received an image of his veiny engorged cock. She felt a little gush of juices on her fingers at the sight. The pace of her fingers quickened. She paused for a moment before sending the next text.

“I’ve been so horny! I wish I was off the pill with you still around ;)”

“No pill?”

“Yeah! :o”

“Fuck, you know that pussy would be filled every night.”

She groaned as she remembered the good fucking he gave her. Her phone vibrated. Attached was a photo she didn’t know he had taken. She was lying on her back on a messy bed. You couldn’t see her face but you could see her distended nipples pointing up from her bruised tits. Her legs were wide open and her gaping pussy was a fiery red. A large pool of pearly white cum formed between her legs from a condom still inside of her.

“OMG! You would knock me up in one night…we’ve been trying for months!”

She felt her orgasm growing rapidly. He sent a final video of him jerking off in the shower. Ropes of thick cum streamed out and coated the wall. She came as the video played on repeat.

“When you coming back?”

Post-nut clarity hit her and she replied.

“I might not be…”

She waited a moment and no reply came.

“I’m married now, sorry.”

“You say that now, but I know you’ll come running. Just message me when you’re back.”

…

Rachel arrived back on the research vessel to help with pre-season setup and to deliver the news to her boss. Dr. Hunt was disappointed but understanding.

Rachel absentmindedly walked back to her room. She couldn’t believe she was going to leave this paradise. When she opened the door, she was shocked to see her husband in front of her.

“Surprised,” he smiled widely. “Dr. Hunt said it would be alright for me to tag along for this week if we shared a room.”

She smiled weakly. “Aww, this is amazing! I’m so glad to have you with me for once. For the last time…”

She felt a presence come to the left of her and felt a recognizable body heat close to her skin.

“Who is this?” she heard Dominic say.

“That’s my husband Ric-,” her body tensed and her voice climbed a pitch as she felt Dom’s hand discreetly caress her ass. A finger slipped past the thin strip of cloth protecting her ass and shoved itself up her virgin asshole. “Richard!” she squeaked as she felt it wiggle deep inside of her.

“Nice to meet you bro,” the finger left her ass as Dom went past her to shake Richard’s hand. “You’ve bagged yourself a smart cookie, and she’s a looker too.” He winked at him before turning and leaving without another word.

Richard could see her nipples poking out of her sheer top.

“You alright honey?”

“Yeah, just a little chilly…”

“Don’t you think that swim suit is a bit…iffy?”

She tugged at the undersized cups and shrugged.

“When in Rome…It’s pretty much the standard here.”

As if to prove her point and provide validity to her lie, Claire walked in donning only a micro bikini.

“Is this the man of the hour?!” she squealed and hugged him. “He’s cute! Pleasure to meet you.”

Rachel felt a moment of jealously as she saw a hard-on forming in Richard’s pants as they watched Claire bend over, obviously purposefully, at the waist. Her ass thrusted out and the g-string hid little of the tiny red star of her asshole and her meaty slit. Her ass wiggled in time with her humming.

“What are you doing Claire?” Rachel asked annoyed.

“Just choosing a sample to dissect,” Claire giggled and pulled out a sea cucumber.

“Fucking bitch,” Rachel whispered under her breath as Claire finally left the room.

“She…she’s quite a bit different from what you described, eh?”

“Yeah…,”

“I bet the deck hands love it here,” he chuckled weakly.

…

Rachel showed Richard around the boat and introduced him to crew. Many expressed how jealous they were of him and how much they were going to miss seeing Rachel around the boat. As they settled in for dinner, Dominic appeared.

“Hey, love birds,” he said. “You shouldn’t be staying on this dingy dinghy for your honeymoon. There’s a lot of spare rooms on the yacht, why don’t you setup in there?”

She winced when Richard accepted and she winced when Dr. Hunt came by and assigned Dominic to be her partner tomorrow. After dinner, Dominic showed them to their room and surprisingly left them alone for the rest of the night.

Richard whistled, “Wow, this yacht is really something. This bed is way nicer than your bed!”

Rachel made an offended face. She loved her room on the old vessel.

A bottle of champagne was left on the bed. A note read, “Congrats on your marriage! Enjoy.”

“What a nice guy,” Richard mused.

“Yeah, real nice,” Rachel murmured.

They shared some flutes of the fizzy liquid, the alcohol lubricating the icy mood and they consummated their marriage on Dominic’s yacht.

…

The next day Dominic and Rachel landed on a sandy island. They staked plots of land and tied strings to delineate the sampling areas.

“So, you’re trying to get pregnant?” Dominic asked.

“Yeah, we are, and it’s none of your business,” she replied.

“Oh? You’re going back home to get knocked up right? It’s too bad. I’ll be sad if I won’t be able to see you again.”

“I’m sure you won’t, but your…little friend would,”

“No! I love you for way more than…that,” he stared into her shocked eyes with deep emotion. “You’re an amazing woman Rachel.”

She pushed him away and huffed, her face turning red.

“He…loved her?” she thought confused.

“Well, you won’t have to worry about that anytime soon,” she murmured. “Nothing has happened yet. We’ve been trying constantly since before the wedding.”

“That’s cause you aint cumming,” Dominic became crude again. He grabbed his cock through his shorts. “One load of this and you’ll be knocked up, and you know it.”

She stabbed a finger into his chest. “What?! I want to get pregnant with Richard’s baby. Yenno, my husband?”

“Is that what you want?” he snarled. He grabbed her cheeks in his hand and forcefully pushed her down to a squat.

“Ah! What the fuck Dom!”

“Look at it!” his dark gnarled cock flopped in front of her. “Think about our time together. About how compatible we are. About the pleasure I’ve given you. Just look at it and think.”

Her eyes fixated on it. The cock grew in size, running across her face and leaving a trail of musky pre-cum across her face before it stood rock hard over her head. A chill through her spine made her shudder but her body burned hot. Her breath became quick and shallow as the sharp tangy smell of his musk drove her wild with lust. She felt the wetness in her loins as she remembered the amazing sex they had in that hotel room. She had never orgasmed that many times before in her life, and it all happened in one pleasure filled night. She allowed a thick droplet of creamy white precum drip onto her outreached tongue. The salty jism made her mouth water, she was hungry for more.

He seemed disappointed when she stood up, but when she began caressing his pecs with her fingers he knew he had her. She looked up at him and stared up into his eyes.

“Fuck me.”

She squealed as he grabbed her tight against his body. There lips met and their tongues intertwined as they made out ravenously. She could hardly catch her breath as she broke away from his mouth and began kissing his neck, moving down to his chest. She tried to give him hickies and giggled when her efforts barely leave a mark on his onyx skin.

He chortled at her attempt and lifted her to return the favour. She shrieked with laughter and moans as he began kissing her neck roughly, sucking hard and biting gently, as he made his way down.

“Stooop,” she giggled. “They’ll see! They’ll see. He’ll see…”

She pushed futility against Dominic’s ravenous head. Lust clouded her thoughts as his lips made it to her breasts. She grinded her burning pussy against his abs using her legs around his waist. She felt an orgasm building as he sucked on her nipple. His mouth left her tit with a pop and he lowered her so that they could catch their breath. She felt the head of his cock pushing against her covered vagina. The bulbous head already pushing into her sopping pussy.

She was about to offer her womb to him when the radio crackled to life.

“You guys done yet?”

Back at the boat she quickly put on a shirt and wore a sheer silk scarf to cover the marks. Richard was suspicious and prodded her until she was forced to reveal it to him. A lash of bright red bruises spotted her white skin, going from her neck to her breast. She couldn’t look him in the eye and was sure the jig was up.

That’s when Claire popped in.

“Oh my god, you won’t believe it Richard. She got attacked by an octopus!”

“W-what? Really?” he asked confused

“Yeah, I couldn’t believe my eyes! I met with them to grab some samples from the reef and it snapped out and grabbed her by the chest.”

She thanked Claire with a look.

“Dr. Hunt is looking for us,” Claire said to Rachel. “Let’s go!”

…

While Rachel was away with Claire, Richard was invited by some crew members to try his hand at fishing. The crew was friendly and they cheered in excitement as Richard pulled in his first ever catch. The sun was setting by the time he returned back to the yacht. As he walked down the quiet halls, he could hear a strange sound echoing. The sound grew in volume as he approached their room. Fearing the worst, he crept up to it silently and listened. He pushed his ear against the door and could hear feminine moans coming through it.

“Oooo, yes, just like that! Hmm, I love your cock so much. Don’t stop baby!”

He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. It was clearly Rachel moaning, but he couldn’t hear any other voices. He had never heard those words leave her mouth before. Their love-making never involved much dirty talk and they usually just moaned. Was she masturbating? He had never caught her doing it before and assumed that she just never did. He felt his cock rising in his shorts as he listened to her voices escalating in volume and pitch.

“Oh my god, you’re so deep baby. Fill me up, fill me up! Yes! Yes! I’m cumming!!!” she squealed.

He heard the splattering of liquid on the floor as he opened the door. Her hips were off the bed, her back deeply arched as her body convulsed with pleasure. One hand rubbed her clit at a fervent rate as the other held a large black vibrator embedded in her dripping pussy.

“Oh god Richard!” she yelped as she collapsed on the bed and covered her body with her arms. He could hear the vibrator shlep out of her pussy as she tried to discretely extract the dark behemoth and hide it under her body. “I’m so sorry Richard…”

He could see tears forming in her eyes, his confusion became mixed with empathy as he sat on the bed.

“I-it’s okay Rach. There’s nothing to be ashamed about. I-I just didn’t know that you did…this.”

“I’ve just been so horny since going off the pill…I guess they were suppressing my sex drive. I mean we even timed our honeymoon for…the best time, you know?”

“Why didn’t you tell me?! I’m sorry we haven’t had much sex…I’ve just so tired from all the traveling.”

“Shhh”, she sat up and hushed him. She giggled as her hand grabbed the tent in his shorts. She freed his straining cock and kissed the slick head. “Were you listening? You little pervert…let’s have some fun together.”

“Oh my god Rachel!” he moaned as she slipped his entire cock into her mouth. He was shocked that she was taking all of it and it wasn’t long before she felt his cock swelling. She stopped and laid back, spreading her legs.

“Fuck me Richard. Fill me up with your cum!”

She smiled, laughing internally, at how he scrambled to get on top of her. His cock slipped in and bottomed out with little resistance. His head was pushed into the pillow beside her, his breath was rapid as his hips thrusted desperately. It couldn’t have been more than a dozen seconds before she felt his cock swelling again and she felt his warm cum trickling into her pussy.

“Oooh, yes Richard, cum in me! I’m cumming!”

He rolled off of her and collapsed on the bed.

“Holy crap, that was amazing!” he groaned.

“Yeah baby, I loved it,” she whispered quietly.

She felt a few droplets of his cum drip out of her pussy as they turned off the light and fell asleep.

…

Richard slept restlessly. This week with Rachel wasn’t going as planned at all. He was hoping to see her more in action, to share in her passion in her work, but he spent most of his time alone on the crummy old boat. He felt uncomfortable with the constant swaying motion and the Benadryl he took to counter it kept him sluggish. This Dominic guy too…she told him about him but he didn’t expect him to be so…imposing. He couldn’t put his finger on it, but he had butterflies in his stomach when they left alone to work together the other day. Maybe that was the seasickness.

He turned over and groaned. He drank too much of that champagne that Dominic offered them as a belated wedding gift. It was good stuff, probably more than his monthly paycheck, so he was over eager to make the most of it. Those red marks on Rachel’s neck looked way too much like hickies. But Claire…would Claire have any reason to cover for them?

His hand blindly felt beside him and was surprised to find the mattress cold and devoid of his wife. His stomach dropped. He guessed that she might have gone to the washroom but after waiting ten minutes he worried the worst. He slipped out the bedroom and carefully closed the door. He heard the very faint sound of moaning coming from the front of the boat. Was she masturbating again? He silently crept towards it, the volume increasing with every step until he pressed his ear against Dominic’s door. A woman was obviously being fucked. The sound of sex was obvious, loud moans and flesh slapping together. He heard muffled voices. He couldn’t resist rubbing the hard-on growing in his pants.

“You just can’t get enough of this black cock, can you?”

“No, no! Never! I’m fucking addicted to it now.”

“Fuck yeah. Your body was made for this.”

“Yes!”

“That’s right baby, ride that cock!”

A spank startled him and he unknowingly pushed the unlocked door ajar. They didn’t seem to notice.

A white woman was riding a black man. Richard was amazed that the woman was able to accommodate the thickness of the onyx cock. Her pussy lips were stretch obscenely wide but supplied ample lubrication as rivulets of her juices dripped down to the soaked sheets.

“No more white cock is touching this pussy again. It’s mine now, understand?”

“W-what? But…but I, I love Richard…,” she babbled deliriously.

He was shocked to hear his name, but only for a moment.

Dominic grabbed her nipples and pulled down on them roughly. He twisted the angry red lumps between his fingers and sent that her over the edge. He matched her bounces with thrusts and she doubled her efforts as she built herself to a powerful orgasm.

“No!” Dominic booming voice made Richard jump. “Your little white pussy only loves me and my big black cock.”

Claire only moaned in protest.

“You offered your sopping pussy the second you got back here. I bet you spent your time away thinking about me instead of that little cuck Richard.”

Dominic grabbed her ass and stopped her with his cock embedded completely inside of her. She mewed and squirmed, the powerful orgasm fading. He held her in place, reveling in the feeling of her massive tits pushed against his chest. There slick sweaty bodies squirmed together as she tried to her ride herself to the orgasm she so strongly desired.

He nibbled her neck and whispered in her ear, “Come on, you’ve already let me do it before…you loved getting filled with my negro cum.”

The hair on the back on her neck stood up.

“I-I can’t. You can’t cum inside me…I-I’m not on the pill this time…,” she chocked out as he gave her a few strokes of pleasure. Her pussy was on fire with pleasure.

“Get off,” he ordered. Rachel slowly got off and extracted herself off his cock. The cock flopped out with a pop. She gripped his shoulders tightly for support, her legs shaking and struggling to keep her standing. She stood before him, presenting her nubile body to her master. Her gaping pussy was engorged and a fiery and. Richard watched from behind as the strings of sticky bodily fluid dripped out and down her milky thighs. Her body vibrated with desire and her fingers crept down her body to address her aching pussy. Dominic flicked her engorged nipple. The sharp stimulation brought a cry of startled pain and pleasure, a squirt of juices gushing from her pussy.

“No touching,” he said in a matter-of-fact tone.

She squirmed as her desperate pussy demanded stimulation. She was on the verge of ignoring his orders and impaling herself on his cock when he told her to turn around.

She lined up her gaping pussy over his dripping cock before noticing the dark figure by the door.

“Richard?!” she mumbled, surprised to see him on the floor. She hesitated for a moment but Dominic swirled the bulbous head of his cock around her opening. The stimulation on her vulva and clitoris replaced reason with desire. She absentmindedly grabbed the cock between her legs and impaled herself with the black cock in front of her husband. Any resistance melted away with each inch of the cock entering her pussy and her eyes clouded over. She groaned as she rode his cock, her hips bouncing up and down of their own accord. Her massive tits hung and swayed in time. She stared numbly at Richard who just stared at the spectacle silently and wide-eyed. She saw the tent in his boxers and his hands shaking to resist the urge to relieve himself.

“I’m gonna cum soon,” Dominic grunted said.

“Ngh, me too baby…soon…wait, nooo!” she moaned but her hips kept bouncing.

“Let’s give your hubby a show of your baby daddy filling you up,” he said amused. She yelped, startled, as he grabbed her milky thighs and spread them. She fell back onto his legs. Richard had a clear view and strangely couldn’t turn away. He stared at the thick black cock pistoning into his wife, her sopping pussy stretched wider than he thought possible. Her lips gripped onto the veiny rippled onyx shaft with each thrust, refusing to let go. Dominic and Rachel’s moans built up to a crescendo. Richard could see the moment Dominic’s orange sized balls contracted and the first stream of cum travel through the mountainous urethra of his cock before it burst into his wife’s waiting pussy. The sensation sent her over the edge and she screamed in pleasure. Juices sprayed out from around his cock as she convulsed atop his pumping cock. Thick strings of Dominic’s virile cum oozed out from her pussy.