2 comments/ 19279 views/ 3 favorites Ashly's Adventures Ch. 01 By: Julian Chapter 01 – The Wedding (2004) Ashly was just the kind of girl every man dreamt of, except for one thing: she loved sex. She drank it in like a fish in the ocean. She has more curves than the autobahn and makes supermodels look sickly. Her breast stick out too far, and her ass was made for power-fucking while on her back or on her hands and knees, something a man couldn't help but to bounce off every time he made contact with it or pumped down into her sweet, tight, closely shaved almost-bald-and-constantly-wet pussy. Her life had been the adventures men read about in Letters to Penthouse and she was more obscene than the nastiest porn starlet around. Life, like sex, had few limits or taboos, and at her friends' wedding, she knew she'd make another adventure occur. Her escort, a tall, hulking gent named Dave, was cheerfully moving about with her in his rented tuxedo. His grey vest, tails and striped trousers reminded her of the Ask Jeeves logo from the internet. And he couldn't help staring at her ample curves wrapped up in a Grecian style gown, tapered at the waist, flowing to her feet in spiked heels, the slit on the leg showing creamy skin and a wonderful muscle tone from swimming and dancing. She alluded to having danced on a pole or stage, teasing Dave, making sure to grind gently against the handsome man when the bridal party was called out for the march into the center of the dance hall. Dave had trouble not staring at Ashly. Her gown had dipped low in the back, showing off her spine as well as the curves, making her skin glow under the romantically dimmed lights. The dress cut low at the front, and her natural figure kept the breast high, the cleavage a noticeable item, her body swaying like maracas in a samba singers' hands. As they moved closer for the dance, spinning her gently into his arms, Dave whispered, "Ashly, you look great. But ... what are you wearing to keep your boobs so high?" Ashly blushed, her coloration almost unnoticeable in the room, dancing close, keeping her arm around Dave and grinding gently against his belly, making his trousers tent gently with inner excitement. "Actually", she purred, pressing herself as close as humanly possible on the dance floor, "I'm only wearing pasties. And those barely cover my nipples. The harder they get the more likely every man will see I am braless under this gown." Still dancing, Dave gulped hard, gasping under his breath. Then Ashly moved tighter, hugging him and letting him feel the 38 double-D's barely contained in her gown. She whispered, "Oh, and I also forgot my panties too." Stock-still, Dave stood, watching Ashly move and sway to the gentle beat of the music, and then turn, rolling into the crowd of other bridesmaid's, walking off for the toast with the bride and groom. Dave finally moved slowly, but after her, when his cock calmed down and he was able to move without poking anyone with his blunt spear. His eyes blurred, burning as he noticed her amazing figure encased and wiggling like a stripper on stage, shaking, and he wondered, whose attention was she trying to get? A glass of champagne later, and Dave and Ashly were wiggling and moving to a disco beat, enjoying themselves immensely. He moved, spinning her, then bringing her back as often as possible, making sure she landed square against his body. And every time it happened, she groped his neck and arms, amazed at his biceps, purring softly, grinding her pelvis against his, and trying to encourage another hard-on. As the song ended, and the band announced a break, Dave took Ashly by the hand, walking them past the bar, and getting a red wine and beer for their thirst. The DJ came on, and the kids poured onto the dance floor, wiggling and grinding, dancing and spinning like mad creatures. Many of the adults watched, giggled and even joined in with the pulsing madness of the wild unfettered motions, the gyrating and wanton, but (somehow still) innocent displays done by the teenagers. As Dave sipped his beer, Ashly leaned close to him, whispering, "I'd love to suck your cock right now." Her fingers danced along his leg, making him spit a little brew, and then gulp down the rest, trying to stay calm amid her arousing touch. Ever so calmly, she sipped her wine, watching the cavalcade of teens and others moving about badly, trying not to giggle at their dancing and his reaction. She whispered, "I love dancing Dave. Even when I was on-stage I loved dancing for a crowd, hearing their reactions, seeing them loving my movements." "Ballet?" She smiled. "No. Definitely not ballet." The band came back, and Dave found himself, taking Ashly by the hand, creeping past the dance floor and down the hall of the convention center. Another turn down the halls and the music dimmed into the distance. Ashly hung on to his hand, feeling the strength, the urgency, admiring the fact he never asked her a thing; he just took her with him. No questions, no protest, just immediate flight, and possibly, gratification. Dave pulled a small padded envelope from his jacket, removed a feeler and tensor, and began working to open the lock of the small closet. "Aren't those burglar's tools Dave?" "Aren't you a cock-tease Ashly?" Both smirked, and Ashly said, "Only when the lights are on." The lock snapped open, and Dave tugged her into the darkness, saying, "Then don't bother touching the switch sexy." A twist and Dave found Ashly pulling the door closed behind them, the lock snapping shut. She moved against him hungrily, kissing his mouth, reaching down, her hand squeezing his cock through his slacks, groping the growing hard-on and sliding her fingers along the length. She moaned, pressing her amazing tits on his chest, his hand moving back under the long dark hair, reaching into the snaps of the halter top, opening it, and releasing them to his mouth. His head dipped down, licking then biting one nipple, before switching with the other one. As his hand left the wet nipple, his fingers pinched the previous one, making it turn and twist gently in his grip. Ashly dug her nails into his neck, groaning loud, holding his head against her breast, feeling his tongue wrapping itself all over her beautiful breast, loving how the skin tasted on his mouth. With a practiced precision, her fingers unzipped the standing man, making him need to lean back against the shelves of cleaning products and excess materials. A few bottles shook and clattered down to the floor, but neither one cared. All that mattered was that passionate embrace and the pleasure they could gain from one another. Dave felt his cock freed, her long fingers stroking the shaft from the underside, making him moan, releasing the nipple from between his teeth. Ashly loved having a man lose control, placing her in charge, making him putty in her hands. Pulling the slit to one side, she knelt down, kissing the tip, licking the precum off the cock head, making Dave moan again. His fingers stroked her head, running through her hair, moving her closer down the shaft. Ashly loved the feeling of a man trying to get her to choke, but this time, with his dickmeat, Dave may be one of the few to make her actually gag. She opened her hungry mouth, a small suction bond made on the length, keeping him inside her, the drool and saliva stroking and massaging the length of his dick again and again. She bobbed up and down quick and hard, moving fast, the balls on her chin, his base against her palm, trying to jack off and stimulate what she couldn't immediately suck down her throat. Slurping noisily in the small closet, Ashly tried getting Dave off in her mouth, making him her pet, his loss and the thrill of the somewhat dull wedding. "Ohhhh", shivered Dave, his hips rolling to fuck her mouth as deep as possible. "You're a practiced cocksucker aren't you Miss Ashly? Former stripper, dick-sucker and all-around wanton slut. Your pussy runs the show doesn't it? And I'll bet it's gotten you into some tight fucks hasn't it, you wicked naughty girl?" Ashly could only mouth a gurgled affirmative. She knew he'd figured her out, and he was pumping himself down her hungry throat as quickly as possible with each stroke of her wet tongue lapping the sides, slurping the saliva back, tasting his precum on her palette. She moaned, and with her free hand, began stroking her own pussy, rubbing the clitty in small, smooth circles. Ashly was in heaven: a man who knew her desires and had the cock to fuck her into a stupor, and the nastiest mind she could imagine next to her own. Within moments he lifted her quickly by the arm. She was worried they'd been caught or he was going to give her the bum's rush after cumming, so she let her mouth linger on his length before it finally slid out with a 'pop' sound as the wetness escaped her sealed lips. She stood up, her dress half off, the pasties on the floor, chewed up by his hungry mouth, her slick fingers still moving between the petals of her labia, fingering herself. In the sparse light, Dave could see her masturbating, his cock jumping without any contact, the scene erotic beyond all belief. She moved closer, then pulled the fingers from her wet hot cunt, and lifted them to her mouth. A steel grip caught her wrist, and she watched Dave pull the fingers away from her lips and into his starving mouth, licking the fingertips, sucking the nails, keeping her aroused and breathing faster, the double-D's bouncing against her ribcage as she watched him devour every drop of her sex sauce on his lapping tongue. Quickly, he pulled her against him as she had on the dance floor. Dave kissed her hard, sucking her tongue into his mouth, licking her neck, plastered to her body. His hard-on fought to stay in his trousers, and Ashly kept trying to grope him, getting him a little more anxious with each bit of contact. A smile, and she noticed the glimmer in his eyes even in the graying of the room. "Hands on the wall bitch. You're not getting off without getting me off." She moved past him quickly, feeling his hands grasping the flimsy material of her gown, tossing it over her ass, spanking her once quickly on the right cheek. SMACK! Ashly moved to comply with his immediate need to fuck her, bending at the waist, leaning back, the perfect tits drooping down and hanging like fruit on the vine. Dave grasped her hips, his fingers digging into the soft flesh, his cock rigid and thick, aching for this bridesmaid and cock-tease. He wasn't going to be denied anything she may think of at that moment, and longed to sheath himself inside her hot pussy. A second later, Ashly tossed her head back, looking over her shoulder. Dave lanced her in the first stroke, his cock slipping between the buttery cunt lips, moving inside her, pumping, fucking. His stomach and shirt tails slapped against her full, round ass, the skin jiggling with the smack-smack sounds they were making fucking like mad. Ashly held on, moaning softly, whimpering between strokes, aching for more. One hand braced against the shelves, her hair moving with the pendulous breast, bouncing back and forth in the rhythm, moans filling the room along with the scent of unmistakable sex occurring in the darkened bit of paradise they shared. "Oh Jeezzus Dave! DAVE! Goddamn! FUCK FUCK FUCKKKKK!!" She was growling, a total animal, unleashing the stored fury inside her body, the need to cum greater than she could have hoped for with this escort. Dave's fingers dug deeper into her hips, his chest on her back, his free hand groping and pinching the hardened nipples. Another moan and Dave twisted and tugged them, pulling them and making her squeal again. "Oh FUCK! Goddamn DAVE!" Dave leaned in, kissing her neck and bare shoulder, hearing his cock sliding in and out of the wetness, making her moan, his balls slapping the clitty with every fuck stroke she got at that moment. He pinched tugged and twisted the amazingly hard yet sensitive nipples again and again. "Maybe my sweet fucktoy wants to cum? Do you want to cum Ashly?" She growled again, moaning, kissing him back her tongue lapping his drool, trying to consume his liquid words and lust. She felt him bloating inside her, pumping back, bouncing his stomach off her ass, riding as deep as possible inside this wicked woman. "Or does my sweet fuckslut need to cum?" Dave was playing Ashly like a fine fiddle, strumming her ego, touching her lust, making her sweet music pour from her pussy, mouth and hands. She couldn't help reaching back, stroking his hairy balls, making him need to fuck her faster again and again. The sounds of skin-slapping-skin reverberated in the room, keeping the pair riding each other like mad, groaning to take him deeper, moaning to make her more pliable to his lustiness. He hissed, "If you're such a hot slut and need to cum, maybe you need to play with this sweet pussy? Do you want that Ashly?" Every emphasis made her shake and wiggle a little harder, moaning louder, biting his hand when he tried covering her mouth, making her wince and fuck as desperately as possible. But Ashly wanted her pleasure too, and began moving her fingers past her stomach, keeping one arm braced, letting Dave fuck her as recklessly and hard as possible. She lifted her gown as much as possible without removing it, and began stroking and rubbing the clitty as quickly as possible. Her manicured nails kept touching his balls, stroking then poking them as she worked harder, getting herself closer to her own orgasm. She hoped Dave would join her as they continued fucking like the world would come to an end after their climax. It was wild, desperate, but necessary, lustful and the most pleasure she'd had in some time. Dave pegged her right, but she loved the adventures, varied and many. And so far, this was her favorite. A broom closet, a man she met today, and the bridal gown that couldn't keep a bra and the thong she didn't want to wear anyway. After all, underwear sometimes gets in the way when it happens like this. The pounding continued at a maddening pace. Dave pounding, fucking all he had into Ashly, his thick, fat cock riding her delicious sweet tight cunt as hard as possible. His fingers digging deep into the soft flesh of her full round ass, holding her in place, moaning and whispering "You're a sweet fuck Ashly. Maybe you need a cock like mine all the time!" "Oh God!" She muttered as he spoke, low and seductively, moaning his delight of her bucking and fucking his absolute delight and paradise. He continued the verbal barrage, making her remember all the wicked moments, the rendezvous, the many men and places, the moments and pleasure, the countless lusty times her body gave whenever possible. Dave gripped hard, keeping her against him, and suddenly, he burst. His cock spewed, shooting stream after stream of cum into her clingy tight pussy, the kegel muscles milking him of every drop inside the heavy testes. Ashly could feel the motion of the orgasm racing through every muscle, making her gasp, groan and grind hard, keeping Dave buried inside her. Suddenly, her mouth went slack. She threw her head back, hair flying in all directions, moaning, crying out in lustful delight. "Oh GOD! SHIT! FUCK FUCK FUUUUUUCCCKKKKKKKK!" Dave held tight, grunting, pouring all his cum out into her, making her squeal again, leaving all he had inside her gorgeous body. His balls empty, her body lacking any strength, he wrapped an arm around her waist, lifting her pulling her back against his stomach. Ashly reached back, kissing his mouth softly; lapping his tongue with hers', showing her appreciation for the outstanding orgasm. He was thrilled and amazed she'd followed him, and loved her responses to each of his aural outburst. Another grope, and he whispered, "Should we go back for the last dance of the night?" Ashly giggled, then the both redressed. Peeking carefully into the hall, Dave and Ashly went down the corridor until they heard music again. They ran into the groom, who said, "We were looking for your two. Group photo is next." Dave smiled, "Thanks. We went out for a smoke." "You must have gone some distance. You both look out of breath." Both giggled, and Ashly replied, "Yea, we went all the way out ... for a smoke." The groom shrugged, noticed nothing about the rumpled clothing in the darkened room, and waved them in with the rest of the bridal party. Only a while later, during the last slow dance of the night, did Ashly speak again to Dave. "Are you taking me home for more of our fun?" "Maybe", he teased, knowing full well he'd beg if necessary. "Are you horny for more already?" "But honey, it's been almost forty minutes since we were together. And I can feel your cum running down my leg. I think some of it dripped onto the floor." Dave decided to not let his date continue leaking onto the dance floor, and took her hand and led her past the party outside. Just as they left the doors into the cool night, someone said, "Looks like the bride slipped on something ... " And hand in hand, giggling, they ran off into the night before it could be discovered what the bride really slipped on. Ashly's Adventures Ch. 02 Chapter 02 – The Bahamas (1983) Ashly just couldn't believe her luck. The curves and chubbiness that she saw in the self-deprecating mirror every day were now gone, a week after graduation and another week after turning 18. She was happy with her figure, and longed to show it off in cut-off jeans which just barely covered her sweet, round ass; or in a t-shirt tied under her breast, exposing the smooth tummy, the belly button a jewel to every man's eye she passed coming and going around the neighborhood. She marveled at the number of boys and men who stared at her when she went swimming at the pool down the street from her house. Her firm, tender 34DD's stood out, making a shadow over her smooth belly and flat pelvis, the comparison to a figure-8 not lost on one male or female who'd see her lounging to deepen her tan on her perfectly smooth skin. Her luxurious long hair was always a banner as she strode calmly, like a centerfold who didn't know her own beauty until she looked back at all the staring faces she recently passed. And in passing on the street, wearing cut-off's, a skimpy t-shirt that showed her nipples through the braless material, and long legs soft and firm at the same time, she found him. Actually, he found her. He was in his early 30's, a dark tan and lots of jewelry, and could see she could take him somewhere if he rode her gorgeous looks the way he longed to ride her sweet ass, and the trimmed pussy; he assumed she was trimmed, since the shorts created an indenture against the folds of her pussy, and the lips peeked slightly out from the skimpy cotton panties underneath. And all he saw was flesh. His Trams-Am T-bird screeched to a halt and he leaped out of the car through the t-top, Dukes of Hazzard style. His Gucci boots hit the ground running, the Sergio Valente jeans, the silk shirt open to mid-chest, showing off his tight ass and muscular pecs and the heavy gold chain, the peace medallion encrusted in rubies and emeralds kept Ashly's eyes busy. His mini-spoon bounced next to the chain as he took two leaping steps, stopping in front of Ashly, smiling broadly, the caps of is teeth and the perfectly combed wings showing off the blue eyes and big, broad confidence behind the tight zipper; or was it a sock? "You're a goddamned goddess," he said, still smiling broadly, "and you shouldn't be walking." Ashly was surprised. Other men shouted comments about her body, sometimes making her stop in her Chuck Taylor low quarters, shyly trying to cover her fleshiness almost-bursting out of her skimpy clothing, or she'd blush, wondering if the offers to suck their throbbing cocks or bang her sweet, round titties, were really valid. But no one ever stopped, and her curiosity grew, until today. She shifted slowly, her knees crossing each other in her sneakers, her cut-off's showing the disappearance of denim between her thighs, the nipple trying to push past the skimpy blue-ringed t-shirt, tied off under her amazing tits to show her wonderful stomach to the lothario in her path. She smiled a shy smile, her cheek blushing bright red, her eye lashes fluttering sweetly, her demeanor that of an innocent girl. But her mind raced with thoughts transmitting in her sensuous attire that she was more than willing to learn about all life entailed. It was his charm, his fast-talking and his good looks that got her down to the Bahamas, on the shores in Bimini, wearing a skimpy bikini, watching a young boy with a dark tan holding a reflector as she smiled, lifted her hair, and pressing her elbows next to her breast. It took a day for her to decide, to rush out the door with little more than the clothing on her back, her passport, and some money from her father who hoped she'd have her dreams come true. She let the lothario, who's name she learned was Sam, when the plane was in flight and her impulse had taken her as far as possible continue taking all the pictures his Nikon could hold. Roll after roll of images were shot on their first day on the island. They had come from the US to a small plane in the Bahamas, and down to Bimini. She posed, letting the water slide down her amazing curves, the skin splendid and curvaceous, the body making every man in range take in an eyeful as a memory for years to come. Sam was trying to follow his own impulses, the shutter snapping time and time again, making Ashly revel in the attention the images would garner on a magazine possibly going around the world in a matter of weeks. He smiled past his sunglasses, holding his camera in the moving tide, and when the crowd moved off, asking Ashly, "Now honey, lose the top." "Are you joking," she replied. "I didn't come down here for that kind of photo shoot." Sam cooed: "Ashly, you're gonna cover your breast with your hands. It's a cheesecake shot. It looks sexy but there's no sex involved. Same as the bottom: when we're closer to the rocks, the spray and water will cover your skin and pubes but nothing will show. I promise." Despite the sun, Ashly's blushing was evident to the photographer. She smiled the same shy smile that drew him to her on the street, and said softly, "I shaved most of my pussy smooth so the dark hairs wouldn't stick out of the bottom." "Toss the top in the air when the waves hit you. But let's get behind those rocks. The kid with the reflector won't care." Ashly watched the young man barely her own age, gangly and under-fed but working at this job as hard as possible, watching the equipment, seeing the reflector move, taking all the orders and abuse Sam could muster in his photos. She also noticed his plaid shorts housed a hard-on rising thicker than she could have imagined, firm and standing, straining sideways, thick as a cut piece of sugar cane, trying to escape from his shorts through the pocket under his belt. Hours later, they strolled into the hotel, camera equipment in tow, Ashly wearing a colorful sarong around the high-cut bikini, her cleavage bared and the nipples hard against the material. She was rubbing a towel through her hair, the long strands moving with the terrycloth material in her scalp to take out the sea water. She smiled, imagining a long hot shower, and a few cool, rum based drinks with this handsome photographer. Her smile warmed the tropical room just a little more, as she came up behind Sam in his linen shirt and huaraches. He was talking to the manager frantically, waving his arms at the imposing African-America with the soft but deep voice, the Anglican accent a lilt in his tone. "What the fuck do you mean my American Express has been declined?!" Sam was bellowing, his face a raging pink contrasting with his blonde moustache and hair. His arms waved in the air, moving in an animated expression of right and wrong. He had just watched the clerk clip his credit card in half, and then called for a manager to take care of the situation. "Mr. Sam," the tall, very-fit manager said, towering over the photographer by six inches, "if you have a complaint there's an office next to the US Embassy, three blocks south of here. It's just past lunch now so there should be someone in the office." Shaking his fist, Sam turned to Ashly and the boy, who still held all his camera gear and the reflector like a pack mule, saying, "Go upstairs to our suite. Order a snack and I'll pay the kid when I get back." Ashly wasn't thrilled her experience was turning out as it was, and Sam reached out, stroking her cheek with his thumb. "I'll be back in an hour. Then we can have dinner together and go dancing, okay?" A shy smile split her cheeks, and she blushed. Ashly and the kid walked up the stairs, the managers' and clerks eyes on her swaying, and perfect ass under the length of the sarong. She could almost feel their stares clipping the bikini top, wanting to expose her in front of everyone. She could also feel them breathing, almost on her neck, the tropical breeze stroking her damp hair, the towel moving under its own power, shifting with the swinging of her luscious ass as she walked away, not wanting the journey to be undone or ruined by this small snafu. Unlocking the door to the suite, Ashly strolled in, tossing her towel to the floor. She noticed the wine coolers in the mini-fridge, and took one, sipping from the long neck. The boy, Raul, watched, licking his lips. Ashly noticed he wasn't ugly, really, just thin, and dark from living in the tropics. His hair was naturally curly, and his shoulders drooped slightly, the muscles slightly defined. "I'm sorry Raul. Would you like a Coke?" "Thank you Miss Ashly," he said softly. His voice betrayed his age, just barely over eighteen, and he seemed very shy. Ashly was watching him stare at her body, the sarong not hiding anything and the nipples now a little harder than before from her hospitality and his thirst. Looking into his brown eyes, Ashly knew inside he hungered for something else. His arm turned up the soda, downing it quickly, his Adam's apple bobbing as the carbonated drink slid down his throat. Ashly took another sip of her wine cooler, felt the heady buzz of the light liquor, and said, "I'm gonna take a shower. Want to scrub my back honey?" Raul couldn't believe his luck, his eyes jumping, absorbing every inch of her skin, tracing her figure into his memory, her gorgeous body with him until the day he died. He smiled a toothy white smile, contrasting his dark complexion, and watched her move like reeds in the water, swaying gently, a small dance of temptation as she roller her hips like a hula dancer, subtle and gentle. The sarong came off, and then the top fell to the floor, all the time Ashly kept her back to him. Raul was mesmerized, seeing this gorgeous young woman stripping, stepping out of her sandals, long legs moving with the switch of her ass, and he gazed adoringly, watching the model stroll casually into the bathroom, running the oversized tub, water splashing in the basin. He couldn't move, until he saw the bikini bottom fly through the air and land, soggy from the modeling, at his feet. Raul watched Ashly move slowly into the shower, the marble floor contrasting her skin, the water rushing off her body, down her back and into the floor. His hard-on was long and thick, like a billy-club. Ashly didn't know if it was genetic or luck for this boy to have such a large cock, but she smiled, letting him enter with her, hugging him close, kissing his neck, showing him her gentle touch. Ashly turned him around, water slipping between them both, her nipples in his spine, his eyes shut tight in ecstasy, moaning in delight as her hands caressed the spine, then rose along the back around his small waist, and over to his stomach. She could hear Raul giggling, and smiled, shaking off her wet hair, kissing his shoulders, and seeing his dark-caramel skin moving in response to her caress. Her lips moved slowly between the beads of water, licking it, her nimble fingers moving along the length of the cock-stalk holding it in her hands, gently groping the length, holding him, keeping him inside her grip, wanting to see what this excited young boy would do with her ready, seductive touch. Raul felt his balls moving with her touch, the hairiness of the sacs jumping in reply to her touch, keeping his body stiff and rigid, making him want to turn, to feel her heaving, perfect breast against his chest. To see her mouth hungering for his touch and his need to be pleased, and to know he could satisfy her, even if he was a virgin. "Miss Ashly," he whispered, "m-may I touch you?" "Shhh Raul. Let me do all the work." Raul turned, watching Ashly slip down to her knees, cradling his cock inside her heavy cleavage, closing the amazing breast around the hard-on, making him smile. Her tongue reached out, licking the tip, water and precum and their mixed saltiness making her want more. The boy looked down, touching her cheek with the back of his hand, caressing it lovingly, and then his eyes bulged, seeing her lips cover the tip, sucking him into her mouth. Ashly worked the length slowly, bobbing gently, working the dickmeat deeper inside her mouth, slobbering all over him, her saliva mixing with his length, precum and the water of the shower. He watched her breast moving from side to side, keeping the cock between them, the nipples closing in on each other, and the head of his dick popping out between sliding motions of her mouthing him, and her titfucking him. Raul had to move his hands behind her head, keeping his legs steady, watching her sucking and making him feel like the only man in the world. She worked, slobbering faster, sucking harder, the cheeks of her mouth flexing, hollowed with the suction men dream about with a woman as sexy as her at their feet. "Do you think I'm pretty Raul? Pretty enough to fuck repeatedly? Or maybe to feed your cum to?" Raul was dumbfounded, watching the pornographic display in the shower with him, touching her head, seeing her bobbing, sucking, and licking him like mad again and again. She slid down under him, her mouth a vacuum on his testicles, sucking the balls one by one into her mouth, keeping him harder than he could have imagined, and always on the verge of an orgasm. His eyes watched the smile a contrast to his skin and to Ashly's tan, moaning and gasping, seeing her sucking him harder and deeper. She was testing her gag reflex with his cockmeat, fucking her own face, moaning and pumping him like a woman possessed. Ashly would only stop when asked, moved or fed the jism she sought. And it was all for her pleasure. Suddenly, Raul cried out, gripping her head, keeping her tight against his waist, cumming hard and deep down her throat. Her mouth clamped down like a lamprey on a shark, feeding deep and hungrily, sucking his cum down, a slurping sound audible over the running water, the music in the street, and her own moans of pleasure and delight. He moaned loud, gasping in abandon, almost drowning as his head hung back, his mouth swallowing the flash of water from the shower head. Ashly kept working the cock, sucking its' length, slurping, savoring all she could consume. A giggle and Raul was back in the shower with the naked model at his feet, his own smile covering his cheeks. His trip to Nirvana was shaken when his amazing orgasm ended, and he felt his knees turn to jelly. Ashly smiled, and whispered, "Did you like that Raul? I know Mr. Sam was an asshole at times but I didn't want you to think all models were bitches." "You're special. No doubt in my thoughts, Miss Ashly. Thank you." "Thank you for the cum," she replied. "Now let me finish my shower." Raul added: "Still want me to scrub your back?" Both young lovers giggled, and Ashly stood, a soapy loofa in his hands, caressing her body, lathering her up and making her smile like never before. She'd only been with boys she'd known for a few clumsy experiences, and now this teen made her wonder what other men would be like. Many other men, even more than one at a time. After toweling off, Raul took a kiss in lieu of money, recalling the amazing shower blowjob, and left for home, leaving Ashly alone to dress, and wait for Sam. Wearing a cocktail dress and heels, Ashly watched the sunset from the balcony of the suite, waiting for Sam. She smiled, having enjoyed sucking off and tit-fucking Raul, then having a chance to have another wine cooler, the smooth alcohol making her horny again after the boy left. Lying back on the bed, Ashly took the cool bottle, rubbed it slowly against her pussy lips, and rolled her hips, feeling the neck slide inside her sweet pink twat. She moaned, fucking herself slowly and deep with the neck, holding her thighs as close as possible, biting her lower lip and rubbing the clitty with her other hand. The deft finger moved gently, and then she gasped, moaning, her head thrashing from side to side, the whimpers and groans of a satisfying orgasm filling the room. Ashly couldn't believe she enjoyed the cool, inanimate object so wonderfully, and yet she did, without hesitation. She couldn't help herself, licking the neck, cleaning the glass of her hot, salty twat juices. She smiled, wondering if any other woman tasted as sweet as she does to her own palette. After masturbating to her delightful orgasms, Ashly got dressed, skipping the panties, moving her breast so the cleavage showed like a trophy from the tube-top of the skin-tight dress. She felt the hemline sitting under her asscheeks, and stepped into stiletto heels, like the girls in the ZZ Top videos. She adored the rock-vixen-look she held wearing the dress, and couldn't wait to see if Sam liked it. But after three hours, no Sam. Tok-tok-tok! She was on her third wine cooler when the sound took her from the balcony inside the suite. Ashly wasn't sure who was at the door, or maybe Sam lost his key. But the door was quiet, and she was uncertain of what to expect, especially dressed as sexy as she was at that moment. The tall, muscular black manager of the hotel was at the door. "Miss Ashly," he said gently, "this cable came for you at the desk." "Thank you." Ashly turned, giving him an eyeful from her tight dress, her breast bouncing softly with the contained spandex dress, moving back to the balcony. She smiled, watching, blushing with the contact his eyes made with every inch of her wanton figure, her eyes scanning the handwriting on the paper: Ashly, Sorry babe but I need to jet back to the States for some cash and see what I can do about our bill. Don't worry about a thing. I'll be back shortly. I'm sure the manager, Mr. Benjamin, can work something out with you. Sam She dropped the letter to the floor, watching the horizon, seeing the waves of the ocean reflecting the moonlight of the night. Ashly could watch the view forever, knowing that she was appreciated for her figure and for her hopes and dreams. Her long legs moved with the swing of a burlesque dancer making her way across the stage, knowing that all eyes were on her wicked figure. Her heels sank slowly, softly in the plush rug, and she came closer step by step to the manager. "Mr. Benjamin, is it?" She asked softly, watching his deep eyes staring into hers', brown to her green eyes, smiling showing off her bright pink-hued lipstick to the brilliant smile beneath her lips. "What's my bill for staying so far in this suite?" Benjamin smiled, not even looking past her nose, dazzled by her flickering eyes, and staring deep inside her green eyes, smiling softly. His moustache moves with the corners of his mouth, and he whispers, "Don't worry. You're not being charged right now. I know Mr. Sam left, but I'm sure we can ... work something out." She smiled. He was a handsome man, pleasing to her eyes. At least 6ft., 3 inches, very trim, broad shoulders that make his body look like a upside down pyramid. She could see the perfect white teeth, the broad, muscular biceps, the moustache and trimmed beard, his eyes and the tight curly hair on his scalp. His hands were enormous, and his stomach was flat as a board, a perfectly proportioned man out of Da Vinci's anatomical studies. Another step and she moved quietly, calmly watching his eyes, never stopping the cat-like motions of her body with the locked gaze Benjamin kept on her chin, his eyes scanning up along the seductive smile and down along the tapered waist and flared breast jutting out, making a shadow on her feet. Calypso music could still be heard below the balcony, and Ashly slid her hands under his armpits, standing on her toes, embracing him ever so gently. She leaned upward, her eyes moving from his neck to the chin, past his shaky smile and down onto his brown eyes. His chin came down, and his lips met hers', kissing her tenderly, wrapping the massive arms around the tiny bikini model, bringing her closer to his mouth. Their tongues danced slowly, lovingly, kissing holding each other within the moment, wanting the seal never to be broken. Ashly opened her mouth fuller, pressing upward, her full double-D breast flattening out against his linen shirt. She could feel his heart beating faster through her breast, the nipples hardening to a diamond tip, the point made sharper and starting to ache from his touch. Ashly could not help but to find the delight of her infatuation so wonderful, the man kissing her made her knees buckle, her foot reflexively coming up, an innate response to his touch. Ashly's Adventures Ch. 02 And she loved it. Wordlessly, Benjamin slid his hands under her knees, around her shoulders, and lifted her into his arms. The kiss was never broken. Ashly could only feel like a limp doll in his arms, cradled, kissed, and wanted like no other woman in the world at that moment. She could feel him breathing faster, his kisses separated by licks of his tongue along her teeth, sucking her tongue, holding the vibrating organ in his mouth, wanting to know her much more intimately. He moved seamlessly, cradling her against his body above hers, kissing her neck and licking sucking biting her perfect nipples that peeked out of the strapless top, a little harder with each nip of his white teeth. "Ohhh Benjamin," she moaned with a seductive edge in the tremor of her throat. "God that's so fucking nice." "You have a nice body Ashly," he agreed. "It would be a shame if you spend all your time on Bimini clothed." She giggled softly, then moaned, gasping as his teeth came a little closer together, the width of the nipple barely keeping his teeth apart. Another throaty moan and Ashly could feel herself letting go any inhibitions with this large, handsome man. Her fingers swam in his tightly curled, closely cropped hair, holding tight as she could feel her own body suspended, kept high, off the ground, and against the hotel manager. Both knew what they wanted and why. Neither one argued the idea. Slowly, Benjamin slid Ashly down onto the edge of the bed, kissing her neck, her mouth, her lips, stroking her arms with his hands. The immense fingers inched gently along her skin, over her back and found the zipper of the strapless dress. Zi-iiip! Ashly could now feel the circulated air of the ceiling fans on her shoulders, and Benjamin's lips on her breast, the teeth softly nipping the skin, keeping him against her bosom. The tits were a perfect match as Benjamin began suckling, licking and biting the freed flesh, slurping his wet, thick tongue on the nipples, tasting her, feeling her nails digging into his hairline, holding him tighter. Groaning softly, she could only surrender to the moment, to the passion fueled by the unknown and the wanton, allowing herself to do anything she wished without repercussion. His fingers grasped the firm, heavy tits in his fingers, pinching the soft flesh closed, kneading the breast like dough in a baker's fingers, licking and sucking the hard nipples, biting them again and again. She whimpered, gasping, her mouth hanging open, head lolling back, an unearthly moan filling the room as Benjamin made love to the double-D cups with every muscle in his mouth. She could feel the sensations rushing through her body, amplified with the lust coursing through her veins. "Jeezus Benjamin that's soooo fuckin' good." She moaned, allowing herself to surrender to his delighted and hungry mouth. Bite after bite, licking after licking made her breast that much more sensitive, that much more delighted with his needs and desires. She whimpered, gasping, groaning in absolute lust and desire. "Such wonderful breast," he whispered. "Such perfect tits." Another turn of his head and his mouth went into overdrive peppering her belly with small kisses, his mouth trailing down her stomach and onto her pelvis. She moaned softly, realizing she was naked, on her back, wanting more from that man than any other she'd known so far in her young life. Benjamin had rolled her dress down her ass and off her legs; Ashly had slid off her heels earlier and she was without panties in any way. Her pussy hairs were gone for the swimsuits she enjoyed back home and here all that was left was an even tan over her whole body from the photo shoot earlier in the day. Her skin was a light, honey-color now, and she was a dark-haired temptress, young and voluptuous but already enlightened to the ways of the world. Ashly knew what to give Benjamin to make this a memorable night, and to make her stay in Bimini a relaxing one, with or without Sam. His thick fingers kept pinching, pulling, tugging the perfectly hard nipples, tweaking them, twisting them, making her moan in delight as his lips and teeth nipped and sucked her smooth belly, making her moan and delight in the pleasure he gave her hungry body. Ashly could feel his hot, wet breath covering her clit, the button standing up, her juices already making the cunt lips slick and moist. She whimpered, gasping, groaning as Benjamin licked his way inside her young, delicious body. "Oooh Benjamin," she moaned. "Don't stop. Oh please, don't stop." His tongue kissed its way inside her pussy, slipping deeper with each stroke, licking and tongue-fucking the hot little snatch as fast as possible, like a miniature penis strapped to his face. Ashly moaned, gasping in absolute delight, heaving and responding with the lust of his desire to please her. He muffled a response, licking and sucking her, slurping the clitty, making her juicier with each touch, gasping and huffing, her breath short from his contact and her own inner reactions. Ashly reached down, clawing his scalp, holding his head in her hands, the long nails keeping him in place between her thighs, her calves over his shoulders, her toes pointing in a delighted reaction to his sucking and licking her bald, hot wet pussy. With a swift grace, she felt her asscheeks lifted into his massive hands, the fingers spreading out and the biceps working to lift her bodily from the bed. She groaned, long and slow, feeling weightless in his grip, her tiny feet slipping under her bent knees, and his face following upwards, still licking and sucking her pussy as deep and fast as possible. A whimper escaped her lips, and Ashly could feel her body responding, her shoulders and hair still on the bed, her waist off and supported by her own feet under her knees and Benjamin licking and sucking the elevated, sweetly moistened cunt slick and glistening with juices on his naturally dark face. "Oh fuck that's so goddamned good Benjamin. What are you going to do next?" Ashly could feel his cheeks rising, the smile touching her inner thighs, her pelvis swinging and rocking with his touch and licking sensations on her melting pussy. She then felt herself splayed open, her legs moving with his muscular arms spreading her wide, her stomach, thighs and feet airborne in the bed space. She gasped, the surprise of being lifted a sensory shock, then felt her instincts rounding her mind, telling her body to wrap the ankles around each other, hoping that his big, thick black cock would pierce the wet, slick bald cunt immediately. "Ahhhhhh ... Ashly," Benjamin whispered. "You're going to be an amazing fuck. And I am going to give you the thrill of a lifetime." She smiled, seeing the hard-on standing, rising high, the head almost at the level of his belly button, the tip gleaming with a droplet of precum on the head. She saw his smile, and returned one, shaking, her legs slipping around his waist, catching, feeling him slowly slide inside the perfectly licked snatch. She bit her lower lip, once, preparing for the entrance of the enormous cock to intrude on her body, black and white mixing together like keys on a piano, side by side in harmony. It looked like a flashlight protruding from his groin, black, shiny and immensely thick. Her eyes grew wide as saucers, open and agog with the desire in her molten pussy as it ached to be fucked by his huge cock. "Mmmmmm," Ashly moaned, the tip peeling her pussy open, making her snatch gape softly for the magnificent intrusion. "That's fuckin' amazing Benjamin." Her heels hooked at the small of his back, and she could feel her body responding automatically, wanting to know what it would feel like to have that big black cock enter and fuck her repeatedly, savagely and pistoning inside her drooling pussy without hesitation. Seconds later, she learned the truth of herself: her body was made for fucking, pure and simple. Nothing could be said of size, length, or color, or even technique. All Ashly craved was the intrusion and the feeling that would shortly overwhelm her gorgeous body. And if she were lucky that would be an unending feeling; she knew she wanted to surrender to all the men she could find, and as often as possible. If they even worked half as hard as Benjamin, they'd make her life a dream cum true, night after sleazy wicked night. All she could wish was that she'd be willing and ready for more than she could imagine at such a young age. And she was dying to learn more. The cock filled her like nothing she'd ever known before. Not her fingers, or any previous lovers' touch, or even the dildo she had in her drawer back home, hidden for private moments of personal pleasure and sexual releases, were anything like the sexy hotel manager fucking her tightness at the incredible moment. Benjamin was slipping in slowly, fucking his way into the center of her creamy hot little cunt, grinding his hips slowly, savoring the tight and slick opening, feeling her nails digging into his broad shoulders. She winced momentarily, then felt her own ass moving, pushing back, fucking him as much as he fucked her. She ached, wanting him inside the perfectly sloppy cunt, needing his injection of pure passion, dying to have him ride her repeatedly. Benjamin slid deeper, harder, feeling his sensitive balls slapping her perfect round ass, brushing the mattress occasionally on the up-stroke of his cock banging deeper into Ashly, riding the glorious sexy woman deeper and harder, his thick cock trying to burrow deeper inside her belly, pushing past every sensitive part, loving how she felt wrapped around his dickmeat. Ashly couldn't believe how amazing his cock was inside her body. Again and again, he plowed into her, fucking deeper, the strokes building his climax, the thickness increasing, the excitement in his power making him groan in delight and desire. Ashly could feel the balls slapping her ass, speeding up, faster, harder, making him shiver as she moaned, eyes closed, aroused to the point of losing her mind. Without a sound, Benjamin grasped her ankle, lifting it twisting it in front of his body, and slowly, turning Ashly over helping her get on her hands and knees. She took the position in the center of the bed, face down, ass-up, waiting to be mounted. His hands grasped her hips, and the cock slipped out, and then urgently, back in, sinking balls-deep in the first stroke, his groan one of total bliss and delight. Ashly could feel herself losing her breath, moaning, biting the pillow, his thick fingers peeling her cheeks wide, the cock stretching her further making her groan in the erotic delights of her Caribbean lover as he pumped his dick fast and deep inside her amazing body. Suddenly, the stillness only broken with his single grunt, Benjamin suddenly climaxed, cumming hard, flooding the pink walls of her tight, sweet snatch as much as possible. His legs jumped, pushing his groin harder against her thighs, the ankles still locked, holding him in place. Ashly couldn't believe how it felt; and she felt a surging rush through every nerve in her body, making her nails dig deeper into the mattress, her shoulders and body tense beneath his own. She couldn't believe his stomach was on her spine, his hands gripping her tits like nothing had ever touched them before, and making every feeling pale in comparison to this moment. And she loved it. "Oooooooooooooooooh FUCK!" Ashly wailed, the pitch crashing into his ears, making his eyes flicker, and his body tense, the arms rigid and muscles primed with her assailed delight of his overwhelming orgasm. "Goddamn Benjamin that's so damned good." The huskiness in her voice told the manager he'd satisfied her in a way she couldn't have imagined before. And he too, was thrilled with her pleasure and lust, her delights and passions, and the way they'd just spent them with one another. Ashly found herself melting into the mattress, face down, her belly slick with the perspiration of new lust from a uninhibited lover. She could feel herself tingling down through her knees, the butterflies in her stomach a swarm with the delights he'd shared with her. Benjamin lay beside her, on his side, his magnificent cock flaccid and drooling the last bits of his cum down her asscheek and into the mattress. Her hands pulled the pillow against her face, and her eyes flickered, letting her drift off slowly into a sweet sleep of luxury and tranquility. Ashly awoke a little later that night, feeling his thick lips licking her nipples, calloused fingers thick around the fleshy double-D tits, caressing them, pinching the nipples as his mouth covered her cleavage. She moaned softly, running her fingers in his hair, feeling him aroused, pressing the massive hard-on against the inner thigh. Her pussy was still damp from arousal and the inner walls buttery with the outpouring of jism he'd spurted inside her tight little cunt a few hours before. Without hesitation, she lifted her knees, allowing him to enter her sweet cunt, fucking his way inside her, rubbing themselves belly-to-belly moving slowly, pumping deeper with each stroke. One inch, then another, and finally the length of the cock was slid inside her pink walls, taking him, his length, his thickness, his cock to the hilt, the balls nestled on her ass. She whimpered, gasping again and again, groaning, feeling him against her, crushing her breast, pummeling her hot sweet cunt, fucking himself deeper and deeper, loving how tight she was, moving and wriggling, digging himself as far inside the velvety smoothness of her slick, grasping pussy. His teeth bit down, tugging the ultra-sensitive nipples in his mouth, holding them, making her squeal and whine, loving the sensitive nature of her busty figure. Ashly couldn't help moaning into Benjamin's ear, guttural sounds of passion rushing out as her response to his touch. "God fuck me so good Benjamin. Fuck my hot little cunt, baby. Don't hold back ever. Make me need you so damned much. Ohhhhhh." Her speech was out of control, and she was spinning in the air, a void above the bed where the smells of delight and pleasure held her captive, and the prison was her own body used and enjoyed by a man she didn't know or may ever care to see again. 'Different men,' she though. 'I need different men. Often.' He continued humping himself into her wet little fuckbox, and she reached her zenith, clawing at his shoulders, her body tense beneath him, mouth agape, tears leaking from the corners of her eyes, shivering and losing her mind to the outstanding pleasures rushing along the nerves and pleasure points of her body. "Ashly," Benjamin whispered. "Get ready for more." Breathing fast, she wondered what else her lover could do. Slowly, making her pussy tingle, Benjamin withdrew his cock, letting her juices and his previous load slip out of her cunt, dribbling down the outer lips, over her inner thigh and into the sheets. She could feel his knees moving making the mattress a sea of shaking sheets and sweat-soaked memories, skin scarred and smiles percolating. Ashly suddenly found the enormous cock standing over her mouth, slick and glossy with their combined juices, and her tongue responded, trying to reach its impressive length and girth. But instead of feeding her, Benjamin slid the cock between her tits, making a fleshy tunnel of her double-d cups, pressing them together, squeezing his cockmeat between them. The tip stuck out like a sausage-roll in a bun, the nipples pressed close together, the head sticking out, and the cock long enough to feed her mouth. Ashly leaned up, craning her neck, licking the tip, sucking it gently, feeling the massive hands holding her perfect young tits in place, keeping her needing more jism to feed the hunger in her mind and her erotic and sexy body. She longed to drink every drop of Benjamin's jism, to savor it, and to possess it without his permission. "Goddamn Ashly!" Without warning, the cocktip burst, spitting its streams of jism over her neck and chin, a flash of white from the dark man, splattering and making her body lose control. A rushing orgasm from seeing his body ejaculating made Ashly lurch, cumming hard herself, moaning as the cock continued splashing her face with more loads of cum. Her tongue lapped out, slurping and sucking up, licking the stickiness from his cock, his balls deflating and emptied suddenly, his head tossed back, the energies and fluids drained by the busty model's amazing tits leaking out of the tip. Ashly couldn't help drinking and licking all her mouth and cheeks, scraping the jism off and into the corners of her mouth. She was losing her mind, and loving how it and body reeled with the untouched orgasm coursing through her skin and nerves, her whole world spinning off its' axis. She lapped the sticky pearls of jism off the cock and drinking every bit of cum Benjamin left on her face and neck, moaning softly, lovingly, thankful her body could respond just the way she fantasized. When she was done nursing the cock, licking every bit of cum off its' length and from her own body, licking her own nipples and sucking the extra-sensitive head of the long dickmeat of her lover, she felt exhaustion covering her like the sheen of perspiration on her body from the frantic lovemaking. Ashly relaxed, drifting off to sleep next to Benjamin, calm and happy, and yet, detached, wondering again, about other men. At breakfast, Ashly finally encountered Sam. He smiled, crossing the lobby tiles, smooth steps taking him to her table as she sipped a mimosa, watching the ocean roll back and forth on the beach. In that moment she could visualize Benjamin rolling back and forth inside her body, giving in to her passions and loving all there was with the night he gave her. She could almost picture herself being made love to, and wondered if someone would ever take pictures of her making love with another man. "Ashly honey," Sam said sweetly. "I have the cash for the bills, and we can leave this lousy place. Have your breakfast and we can split." Ashly smiled, stroking his cheek, touching him tenderly, then smiled, saying, "Are we going back home?" "Certainly. And maybe you can do some more modeling for me." His smile wasn't charming any longer, but lecherous, and dull. She could see he was trying hard to make up for his lack of stability with charisma, and that too, was fading. Ashly was ready to go home, to see the pictures become a part of her portfolio, and to start a career as a model, but she'd never touch Sam. He wasn't worth the effort. She wondered if she'd ever see Benjamin again. When the morning sun broke, he was gone, leaving only a rose on the pillow. At breakfast, she noticed there was a rose at a reserved table, but no Benjamin. Nor at the desk, but in her heart he'd always reside. Hours later, Ashly was flying, crossing the United States heading home, Sam aching to free himself and his perverted intents on her luscious body. But for now, Ashly was sated, happy, and thinking of her next adventure. And Sam wasn't going to be a part of that adventure.