Blurb: Star, a culinary artist of her own bistro, is feeling the stress of being a small scale business owner.
When her husband suggests she take a quick tropic get away to recharge before the Christmas tourist season begins, she takes him up on the offer, looking forward to a couple days relaxing on the beach.
But Star will get more just than a couple of days relaxing by the beach when she is caught in an exposed position by TWO STRONG EBONY NATIVES.
Excerpt from Blacked Wives: Big Black Vacation:
Morning broke on the sound of the waves which seemed to be louder than yesterday. Star stretched across the bed and rolled herself to one side, stepping out onto the tile floor. She noticed the sky wasn’t nearly as bright either so on a hunch, she picked up the desk phone and waited to be connected to the front desk. After asking about the weather forecast, she thanked the Matron on call, dropped the handset back into its port and sighed rather dejectedly. It seemed that the rain front of yesterday had stalled over the eastern seaboard and was cycling back in, bringing with it a high risk of severe thunderstorms that promised to plague the resort coastline for at least 12 hours.
“Well Star girl, you may as well enjoy the room while you can.”, she muttered to herself, stretched again and slipped out of her nightshirt fully intent on communing with that hot tub and its steaming water.
Suddenly, a gust of wind came blowing in from the open patio, swirled through the bed curtains and raised her flesh into a series goosebumps. She gasped as she felt her nipples respond and without much pause for thought, she moved to the sliding panel window to close it not noticing that both Marco and DuMaurier were on the floor below securing down the outdoor patio furniture. As if on cue, they peered up together and trained their eyes on her naked body, her long legs, light red curls whipping around in the growing winds and her smooth pussy facing out for all to see as she closed the window pane and flicked the lock switch upward. Tugging at it to test its durability, Star nodded and turned back to step into the welcoming water of the hot tub and sighed once more, this time in pure pleasure.
Sinking further down into the water, her thoughts beckoned back to the night before she arrived and how plain horny she was and how Paul fucked her through most of the night. Her hand slipped down between her legs as she rubbed herself through the swirl of the spa jets and as she dipped her head further underwater, she came in a remarkable gush.
She propelled her head and chest out of the water as she sat straight up in post-orgasmic release and let out a shocking cry to see both Marco and DuMaurier at the edge of the tub, watching her with hungry leering eyes. She instantly covered her heaving tits with her hands and crossed her legs in a futile attempt to hide her cunt lips from plain view, knowing somewhere deep down that it was useless to even try to now.
“What the FUCK are you two doing in here?” Star almost shrieked the words.
Marco just shrugged with that boyish bemused look of his as DuMaurier rumbled out “Just carrying out our daily duties, Mademoiselle. If you wish us to come back later,” he paused briefly as his hand stroked at the clearly visible outline of his cock as it grew rapidly, straining against the loosened waistband of his linen trousers. Star trembled again, but not with fear or chill…but from a place unknown to her. Emboldened by pure lust she found herself rising to her knees, crawling toward this perfectly sculpted man standing before her.
“Yes,” DuMaurier seethed out “that’s it, girl, come to me like the bitch you are!” Star reached the edge and yanked him free, gasping out at the size of his silken black cock, the tip of it pulsing in a deep rose-colored contrast. His hands grabbed the back of her head and he wasted no time in forcing her mouth open with a smearing thrust of it. She resisted the urge to gag and choke for a few seconds until she allowed her throat to relax against his under shaft.
