Temptation Island

Heather nervously glanced across the room at her passed out husband before looking down at the giant black dick of the muscular islander sitting next to her.

"Come on baby just give it a few strokes, it's the least you could do. Watching your big titties bounce around in that tiny bikini's had my dick hard all fucking day," Jomo said as he rested a hand on her bare thigh.

She glanced down at his hand then back to the hotel bed where her husband lay.

"Don't worry about him baby, as much as he drank and smoked he'll be out for hours," he said.

Little did she know he'd slipped a pill into Mike's last drink just to make sure of it. Heather turned back towards the muscular black gazing at the massive chunk of black meat pointing towards the ceiling. She tried to shake off the alcohol and drug induced haze and fight the urge to grab the monster. She knew it was wrong but for some reason she was losing control. The booze and weed were fine but the minute she snorted that line of cocaine things began to change. It'd been years since she'd done it and had forgotten what it did to her. She just wished Matt hadn't of passed out before Jomo offered it to her knowing he would have put a stop to it. Through ten years of marriage she'd never cheated on Mike and didn't intend to now but the handsome islander with the lean, rippling muscles was having a surprising affect on her.

"Get to it girl, we both know you want to. Wrap those pretty fingers around my dick and give it a few tugs," he said as he slowly slid his hand up her thigh stopping when he touched the cloth of her bikini bottoms feeling the heat between her legs further fueling his desires.

Without even realizing she was doing it she reached over with her left hand and grabbed the thick slab of black meat.

"There you go baby feel that black dick," he said as a big smile spread across his face.

Heather was mesmerized and unable to take her eyes off it. Her hand barely covered a third of the long shaft and her fingers weren't even close to encircling it. It felt so thick and heavy that even in her drugged state she couldn't believe it was a real penis. Jomo looked down at the big expensive diamond ring that was now touching his cock and smiled. Not only was he going to fuck this hot white bitch he was going to do it only a few feet from her sleeping husband. Instinctively Heather began to slowly slide her hand up and down the long black shaft of the resort bartender.

"That's it, stroke that dick baby," Jomo urged.

He sat back and watched the pretty white hand slowly slide up and down his dark shaft. He knew she was getting hot, he could feel the heat from her pussy on his hand through the fabric of her bikini bottoms. He let her stroke him for a few minutes then scraped out the last of the coke with his finger and held it out for her to snort just above the head of his cock. She leaned down and snorted the small pile and before she realized what was happening Jomo pushed her head down jamming the tip of his cock in her mouth. She was dizzy and confused and tried to pull her mouth off of it but he had his hands on her head pushing it down allowing more and more of his length inside. He pushed until she started to gag then released the pressure allowing her head to come back up only to slowly force it down again. She quickly stopped fighting and soon he had a nice rhythm going. The cock felt good in her mouth and without her realizing it he'd released her head and she was willingly sucking the islander's big dick. Climbing up on the couch she got her knees up underneath her and began to instinctively slam her head up and down. Of course she could only take about a third of the cock in her mouth but she used her hands to stroke the remaining length. It had been awhile since she'd had a dick in her mouth but it came back to her quickly.

"Oh fuck that's it baby, suck that dick," he said as he watched the pretty white mother and wife struggle with his size.

Jomo sat back and thought how easily and quickly he'd pulled this off. The first moment he spotted the couple walking into resort bar he'd decided to do whatever it took to fuck the sexy brunette. The fact that they were on their 10th wedding anniversary and ready to party just played right into his hands. He'd spent the first couple of days befriending them and feeding them drinks as often as possible. He'd found out they were in their late thirties from Los Angeles and had two young children at home. Jomo, of course, couldn't take his eyes off Heather. She was tall, lean and very pretty with maybe the nicest set of natural tits he'd ever seen on a white woman, especially one in her late thirties. Most of the rich white bitches that came over had those expensive fake breasts installed. Jomo had no problem with those but there was something about a nice set of natural white titties that made his dick hard. Add in the fact that Heather liked to walk around in tiny string bikinis just fueled his urges.

When he told them he had today off and offered to show them a private beach outside the resort they quickly accepted. They spent the day at the beach drinking beer and enjoying the perfect weather. Mike had gotten a little soft over the years so Jomo made sure Heather got a good look at his young, firm, muscular body. She tried to be discreet but he could tell she was checking him out even smiling at him a couple of times when she knew Mike wasn't looking. Mike, of course, was oblivious to the whole thing. He was just like most arrogant, rich white dudes who thought there was no way their perfect little trophy wife would have any interest in a lowly black islander who tended bar. But Jomo knew different and had lost count of how many times he'd put the cock to some married white bitch right under her husbands' nose. When he'd first offered them the smoke they'd refused saying they hadn't done it in years but after several drinks they changed their minds and invited him up to their hotel room. There, sipping rum drinks and smoking grass Jomo had the couple right where he wanted them.

Her husband now completely forgotten Heather had really gotten into the blow job sliding and twisting her hands up and down his shaft while slobbering all over the fat head. She didn't even notice when he reached over and untied her bikini top allowing her big breasts to dangle freely. He did the same to her bottoms now leaving the sexy brunette completely naked.

"Bitch I've been waiting to play with these titties for two fucking days," he said as he reached beneath her pinching and groping them.

He let her suck him for a few minutes then yanked her head off his cock and roughly pulled her up until she was straddling his waste facing him. As good as it felt to have the pretty bitch's mouth wrapped around his dick he wanted to see those titties up close and personal then get his dick into some pussy.

"Jerk my dick off while I play with your titties baby," he said as he placed her hands on his cock and buried his face in her big tits.

Heather did as she was told and started to stroke his cock while watching Jomo feast on her naked breasts. He went from one to the other licking and sucking her rock hard nipples while squeezing and rubbing the white flesh.

"Fuck these titties are beautiful, I could suck on them all fucking day," he said just before slamming his face back into them.

Jomo's mouth and the thick cock in her hands were making Heather hotter than she'd been in years. After several minutes Jomo grew impatient standing and turning around dropping Heather down on the couch. He stood looking down at her neatly trimmed pussy while lightly stroking himself. Knowing it was too late to stop and really not wanting to Heather spread her legs wide allowing Jomo to crawl up between them. Even in her drugged state she knew this was wrong and might regret it the rest of her life but things had gone too far and she just had to feel that big dick inside her.

"That's it spread those legs wide baby, got to get inside that white pussy," he said as he slapped the head of his dick on her clit then rubbed it around causing Heather to squeal.

She stared open mouthed as he lined the fat head up with her moist slit and leaned forward. She watched as her lips stretched obscenely wide trying to accommodate the fleshy mass. It took a little work but the head eventually popped in and Heather screamed and tried to push Jomo off her. He just laughed as he leaned into her sliding half of his length inside. To Heather it felt more like she was giving berth than having sex and she couldn't stop screaming.

"Fucking pussy's tight; you white bitches always seem to have such tight fucking pussies. Must be those small dicks white boys use to fuck you. Don't worry baby I'll open it up for you, by the time I'm done you'll able to drive a fucking truck into it," he said as he began to work his cock into her.

He moved slowly working his length in and out sliding it a bit deeper with every thrust until the entire thing was lodged inside, it took some time and they were both covered in sweat but they eventually got there. Heather had settled down a little but was still moaning and grunting with every thrust.

Jomo laughed, "You got the whole thing up inside you baby, now it's time to fuck."

He grabbed her ankles and leaned into her pressing his body weight against her. Heather fought off some panic as Jomo aggressively pounded his massive cock deep into her. He had her ankles in his hands pinning them against the back of the couch behind her head. She had a hard time catching her breath as he pistoned in and out.

"Oh God please slow down, you're so deep," she pleaded.

Jomo smiled, she was helpless and they both knew it. He was going to hit this pussy long and hard. Sweat flew as their bodies slapped together and he relentlessly pounded into her for several minutes listening to her screams and moans. At first he could tell she was scared but as she got use to his size her screams of fear changed to those of pleasure.

"There you go baby, you like that black dick now don't you? Ya you do, you like that big cock up in that pussy."

Just as he said that Heather started to shake and her eyes rolled back into her head as the most intense orgasm she could remember overwhelmed her.

Jomo laughed and plowed into her harder, "Fuck ya bitch, cum allover that dick. I own this fucking pussy. Too bad your fucking husband isn't awake to see how a black man fucks his wife."

Heather was going nuts and all her doubts and reservations disappeared. All she cared about was that big dick pounding in and out of her and all she wanted was for Jomo to keep doing it. Jomo didn't disappoint and fucked the screaming housewife for over thirty minutes. After her third orgasm Jomo decided it was his turn pumping even faster than before.

"My turn baby, ready to taste some fucking cum," he said deciding he wanted to pop off in her mouth in case he decided to hit the pussy again, he hated a sloppy pussy.

Heather was still trying to catch her breath from her last orgasm and couldn't answer. This was without a doubt the best sex she'd ever had and her pussy was on fire. Jomo pumped two more times then pulled his dick out, stood, and pulled Heather up by the back of the head until she was sitting up with his dick in her face.

"Open your fucking mouth bitch," he screamed as he drove his cock into Heather's mouth and unleashed a river of cum directly down her throat. He grabbed her head and bucked uncontrollably into her as spurt after spurt squirted into her mouth. Heather tried to swallow as fast as she could but it was coming too fast and she began to gag and choke. Big wads of cum and spit dribbled out of her mouth and dripped onto her heaving breasts.

"Oh fuck that's good baby," Jomo barked as he continued to slide his cock in and out her mouth.

Finally, after what seemed to Heather like a gallon of cum he'd finished and released the pressure on her head. Considering how good he'd made her feel and wanting to return the favor she continued to suck and clean his cock until it softened and he pulled it out. Now completely drained both collapsed on the couch and tried to catch their breath.

"Fuck baby that shit felt good," he said.

When she didn't respond he glanced over at her as she sat back with her eyes closed.

He reached over grabbing her thigh, "Don't act like you didn't enjoy it. Judging from those sounds you made and that wet pussy you had more fun than I did."

She couldn't help but giggle, "It was fucking awesome! Now I better go clean myself up, you cum like a damn fire hose."

He laughed and stared at her tight ass as she got up and headed towards the bathroom. All the sex had caused her buzz to weaken and for the first time since the whole episode started she noticed her husband sleeping on the bed. She briefly froze as the realization of what she'd just done set in before continuing to the bathroom. Looking at herself in the mirror she barely recognized herself. There was cum and spit caked on from her head to her belly button and the inside of her thighs were covered in slime. She quickly decided to jump in the shower and clean the evidence off. Jomo had dozed off but awoke when he heard the shower running. He looked over at Mike and smiled. This was a first, as many married bitches he'd fucked this was the first time the husband was in the same room. He stood up and put his shorts back on deciding he wasn't done with Heather yet. After all it was Saturday night and still early. A few minutes later she came walking out in a short robe. She looked so good he thought about taking her again right then but decided to wait.

He smiled as he handed her a tiny white bikini he'd pulled out of drawer, "Put this on baby."

She looked at him confused, "What?"

He smiled, "We're going to a party."

"I don't think that's a good idea Jomo, I really don't."

"Oh come on girl, it's still early and I know you still want to party."

Heather was wired from the coke and knew he was right, "Why can't we just stay here."

"Well, we're out of booze, weed, and coke to start plus I told a friend of mine I'd stop by. Come on it ain't a big thing. His place is on the beach not too far from the resort. We'll take one of the golf carts and be back in a couple of hours."

She hesitated a moment then took the bikini, "I'm supposed to go to the party wearing this?"

He laughed, "It's a beach party plus I want to show off that fucking body of yours."

She couldn't help but smile as she walked into the bathroom to change. He thought it was funny that they just spent an hour fucking the shit out of each other and now she wanted some privacy. A few minutes later she came out, slipped on a t-shirt and some flip flops and followed him out the door again completely forgetting Mike who was hopelessly snoring away on the bed. Twenty minutes later they pulled up to a house on the beach. Heather could hear the music from a band playing on the sand. From the sound of it there appeared to be a large group of people partying on the beach.

"Come on baby lets go have some fun," he said taking her hand and pulling her out of the golf cart. She followed him up a walkway and into a side door of the house.

"Take a seat baby while I go do some shopping," he said as he grabbed a handful of her ass then pointed to a chair in the corner.

Heather watched him walk down the hallway then, still dizzy, sat down to wait. The small smoke filled beach house was more hut than house. Glancing into the next room she could see several dark skinned islanders passing around a large bong as they listened to the island music reverberating from outside. In one corner of the kitchen, to Heather's shock and surprise, a blonde woman was on her knees bobbing her head up and down the cock of a big dreadlocked Rastafarian. He smiled at her just before taking a drag from the biggest joint she'd ever seen. Heather couldn't believe she was doing that out in the open for everyone to see. She quickly looked away and down at herself. Shit, she must be out of her mind she thought realizing how few cloths she had on. She looked and felt like a complete whore. Thankfully nobody else she'd seen was wearing much either. This whole experience was so surreal, not only had she spent the evening doing drugs and having sex with a young black man now she waiting half naked in some party house to most likely do more of the same. A few people walked in and out but most people were outside dancing and listening to the band. At one point three women in bikinis she recognized from the hotel walked in and joined the men in the other room. Knowing they were married she initially was disgusted but quickly remembered that after tonight she certainly wasn't one to judge. Occasionally she'd glance back in the kitchen noticing the blonde's head still bobbing up and down. Finally Jomo came out and motioned for her to follow. Quickly she got up following him into one of the back rooms.

He winked at her as he held the door open, "Got some more sugar baby, you still want to party?"

Again she knew she should have said no and left but the urge was just too strong and she shook her head yes before walking in and quickly stopping in her tracks. Sitting in a chair in the corner completely naked was an older man with a small pipe hanging out of his mouth. He was very dark skinned with long grey dreadlocks and a shaggy grey beard that made him look older than he probably was.

He nodded at her then motioned to Jomo, "You weren't fucking with me were you, that is one fine piece of white pussy."

"Fuck no Pops but you seem to be doing just fine as usual," Jomo said motioning towards two naked white women passed out on the bed.

Pops pot belly jiggled as he laughed, "Couple of my regulars, they fly in three or four times a year to party. Their husbands think they're here doing volunteer work but the only thing they volunteer to do is smoke dope and suck my black dick."

They both laughed but Heather was nervous and unsure how to react. This whole day had gotten so fucking weird she wasn't even sure what was happening. The man stood up and she couldn't help but notice his long, thick cock dangling between his legs. It was shinny as if coated with some sort of fluid. He pulled out a bottle of rum and three glasses pouring a shot into each. He passed out the drinks and Heather quickly downed hers.

Pops laughed as he poured her a second, "bitch is thirsty."

"Ya she likes to party," Jomo responded then slapped Heather on the ass.

Heather drank this one a bit slower listening to the two of them bullshit back and forth. Jomo sat down at a desk and pulled out a little bag of powder and began to prepare a few lines.

Pops poured some more rum into Heather's glass then said, "So let's see those titties Jomo keeps talking about."

Heather wasn't sure what to say or do but managed to spit out, "What?"

Pops laughed then offered her a hit from his pipe. Heather hesitated but then wrapped her lips around it and inhaled deeply.

"Now why don't you give an old man a thrill and take that top off honey," he asked.

"Show him your tits baby," Jomo said.

Heather face grew red and she nervously responded, "I can't do that."

"Listen girl, don't be rude. You're in the man's house drinking his rum and smoking his weed. It's the least you can do," Jomo barked.

Heather looked from Jomo to Pops unsure what to do.

Pops smiled at her, "Don't worry honey, I just want to see. I couldn't fuck you right now if I wanted to. These two have worn me out, I still got their cum all over my dick. "

Heather was frozen unable to move.

Jomo looked over at her irritated, "Baby, you ain't gonna get what you want until you pull those titties out."

Heather paused for a second and then pulled her t-shirt up over her head leaving her in just her bikini and flip flops.