Anyone want to finish one of my stories?

I just cannot finish the time to finish what I have started here, but I would love to see someone else carry this on.

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Tina’s Cruise

Tina had never had her breath taken away by the sheer presence of a man before, though she had stolen gasps from many. But now her head was turned. Her cheeks, naturally, were flushed. And her knickers, to her dismay, were wet. Nervous and alone, she stood tossing her long blonde hair and shuffling her long smooth legs, in front of her new boss’s desk. Tina had not known her new boss for long, though she found him exciting from the start. She knew him as ‘Mr Johnmister’, though he encouraged pretty twenty-year-old Permisteral Assistants with big boobs to call him ‘JJ’. His first name, as he had whispered into her ear with his full lips just a finger’s breadth away, was Jamal. ‘JJ’ was rich, and powerful, and handsome, and big, and black. So very, very big. And so awfully, incredibly black. Tina had thought about Jamal’s bigness, and his blackness, every night since he had told her that she ‘looked like what he was looking for’, and she had become his bright, young new secretary. She thought hardest about him when she enjoyed a little ‘me time’ in her bath, and she liked to imagine him there with her. With such furtive pleasures in her mind, Tina bit her glossy lip and dared to meet Jamal’s dark, penetrating stare. Her slender knees tremred, and she cast her big blue eyes back down to her strappy shoes.

‘Though it would be a pleasure just to sit here looking at your fine self all afternoon, Tina, I am a busy man. I need an answer. What’ll it be?’ Jamal’s deep voice seemed to shake the air around Tina’s ears like the roaring sea. She felt like a little girl with a bear in its cave.

‘Tina!’

She flashed her eyes up from her feet. Jamal was studying her just like the hungry bear she imagined. Her heart fluttered, and her she felt her smooth pale skin pimple.

‘Y-yes. Okay. I’ll do it. I mean, I’ll come. I mean, I’ll go.’ Her words seemed to come in little squeaks, and she hated herself for it.

‘Good girl’, grunted Jamal as he rose from his big leather chair. He took her delicate white hand in his powerful grip. ‘I’ll pick you up tomorrow at eight sharp. Pack light. You’ll need clothes for the beach and clothes to party in. Dat’s about it. Oh, and Tina?’

‘Y-yes Mr Johnmister?’

‘You better tell your boyfriend where you’ll be at’. Jamal patted Tina’s pert bottom softly. She was dismissed.

Tina’s ears were drumming as she gently closed Jamal’s office door behind her. Had she just agreed to go, alone, overseas with her big black boss? Who she barely knew? For a full week? He had told her it wasn’t even business, just an ‘opportunity’ for them to ‘build bridges’. On his yacht. In the Med. He had said his girlfriend would be there, and that had helped break down her defences. But she knew that what had really made her nod her stupid blonde head was the hot, prickly sensation between her slender thighs. Jamal’s size, his dark skin, his burning eyes, his beautiful square jaw…she could not look at him without imagining more of him, and she could not look at him without feeling faint, and agreeing to whatever he asked of her. She sat heavily on her desk with a thud. Breathing tightly, she lifted the phone, and planned how to square things with Jimmy, her boyfriend.

As she mumred soothing promises and platitudes to her oh-so-reamisterable boyfriend, Tina was already planning what she would be wearing when JJ’s big shiny black car rolled into the drive to pick her up. She quivered.

And so, dressed in sandals, vest top, cut-off denim shorts and an instantly regretted wide-brimmed straw cowboy hat; Tina stood beside Jamal in the queue at the check-in gate at the airport. She had never seen, or imagined, JJ in his casual clothes before, and she could not restrain herself from gawping at the tightness of his jeans over his thick thighs and his firm butt, or the delicious inches of his massive black chest that were exposed between his gold neck chain and his buttoned-down blue shirt. Jamal rarely returned her sidelong glances, and she shyly fluttered her long eyelashes away when he did, but Tina willed him to look at her; to study her long smooth legs, to notice her ample cleavage, and to admire her flat naked stomach. She stood deliberately close to his towering black frame, and watched people watching them. Plenty seemed interested. She found herself hoping that these curious strangers assumed that Jamal was her lover. The thought thrilled her flesh down to the bone. Pretty, slim, blonde Tina and her big, muscular black stud! Her large breasts heaved deeply as she tried to calm herself with dull thoughts of her boyfriend at home.

Though she found him no less fascinating and little less intimidating, each moment spent with Jamal let Tina warm to the intelligent, witty and generous soul that lay behind the pulse-racing black muscles. He was tolerant of her leading him around the cosmetically scented boutiques of their terminal. He bought her a cute little snakeskin bag, and a Cosmopolitan to read on the flight. He told the girl in the shop that Tina was his sister, which made her laugh and snort with delighted embarrassment, and then he said that her dimples were pretty when she smiled. He was even kind about her hat. He said that the cotton-picking look was coming back. Jamal proved far more attentive to Tina than her boyfriend Jimmy ever was, as well as far more physically impressive. And black. Tina found herself trying to give JJ her deepest-dimpled smiles at every opportunity. She also tried to pull her top down a little whenever he looked away.

The flight was heavenly. She sat right next to Jamal. In business class. Lots of room for Tina to stretch out her freshly waxed legs. A glass of chilled Champagne. The real stuff. And oysters on ice. It was Tina’s first experience of either, and she devoured them with a younglike fervour. The Champagne made her tipsy, and happy. It also made her burp, which brought a bashful smile to her blushing cheeks, and brought out her pretty dimples again. Best of all, as the big plane roared down to a dusty landing strip that seemed tiny against the ink-blue Mediterranean Sea, Jamal held her hand. She wasn’t really nervous, not much. But she willingly placed her small white hand in the palm of his powerful black paw, and squeezed tightly so that her little knuckles showed bone-white. His hand was hard, but warm, and gentle. Tina sensed the huge, crushing power that was unused and hidden behind Jamal’s soft touch. She found herself picturing all of the rippling black muscles that must be hidden just underneath his designer clothes. Uncontrollably, she found herself wondering how big his penis was. And his balls. Her bright eyes flashed towards the bulge in his crotch, but he met her gaze. Her eyes darted back to her sandaled feet. Tina felt herself flush, and her palm grew moist against Jamal’s. She crossed her delectable thighs.

The brilliant blue sky, the sharp sunlight and the hair-dryer warm air of a late Mediterranean afternoon, infused Tina’s senses as soon as she and her boss escaped the air-conditioned bustle of the airport. She strolled along the heated tarmac of the car hire depot as Jamal took care of the business, and she strummed the aluminium wire of the perimeter fence with her fingers as she went. The warmth kissed the bare skin of her thighs and arms and stomach. She could hear the sea, and see its purple horizon beyond the hazy palm and orange trees that stood, green and free, in the world beyond the fence. Tina gripped the woven wire, and feebly tried to pull herself up. Dreamily, she sucked on the cold, saline metal. She felt like she had been in the skin of a different Tina, since she stepped into Jamal’s shiny car that morning. She felt more womanly. More grown-up. But she felt her mind drifting across imaginary plains that she had last visited as a small young. She watched Jamal’s huge, dark figure stride from the reception, and zap open a sleek sports car with a flick of black plastic and a receptive ‘blip-blip’ from the vehicle. She sauntered towards him in a happy daze, and realized that she had been humming to herself. It was nice, to be in Jamal’s power. To be looked after. He was like a daddy.

‘It’s a pretty cool car’. Tina said, with a simple smile and a shrug.

‘You think it will do?’ JJ smiled whitely. Tina stroked the finely polished ice-blue body of the vehicle with a lingering hand. She pressed her firm bottom against the cool metal, and felt its delicious chill spread across her cheeks through her tight denim shorts.

‘Is it fast?’

‘Fast enough for you, Fast Woman’. Jamal leant his elbow on the roof of the car. Tina felt thrillingly trapped between the hard body of the powerful vehicle and the hard body of the powerful black man. She ran her fingers through her long blonde hair, with a show of studied indifference to either.

‘Well, then, if it’s all they have. You may drive me.’ Tina’s cheeks dimpled.

And, at the end of the hair-raising, lip-biting dash through mountain passes and hairpin bends, they dimpled again. There before them, alone in a heavenly lagoon of sapphire water and chalk-white sand, was JJ’s yacht. It was huge. Tina had imagined a cosy and compact affair, rather like a big caravan that floated on water. But this was like a ship. Its great white flanks stretched the length of the small bay, bouncing the dazzling sun into Tina’s eyes. Dozens of windows- round at the bottom, square at the top- contrasted darkly. How much fucking money did JJ have?

‘Whoa’. Tina had abandoned her attempt at sophisticated detachment. Jamal grinned brightly, and flicked her gently under her little nose.

‘So there. Now, let’s go introduce you to the Goddess of the Lagoon’.

Tina warily prized herself from the luxury leather seat. She had been subduing a dread of this moment ever since she knew that it would arrive. What the hell would JJ’s ‘girlfriend’ be like? Tina found it hard to imagine the creature with which she would be spending the next week of her life like some estranged sister in law. What kind of a woman would be a match for the smooth, rich and godlike black hunk who had whisked her off to this sunny shore with just the power of pheromone-charged suggestion? What woman could make love to Jamal’s rock-hard body every night and survive? Tina felt her mouth go dry as she hurried across the fine sand, following in his footprints. She pictured an athletic but striking Amazon-woman; as black as night and as passionate as a wild natural, with rib-crushing thighs and a body adorned with diamonds, gold and luxury. Such a woman would hate her. Tina already felt stupid, and youngish, and inexperienced; like a ditzy blonde milkmaid with big fat tits.

‘Hey, Nikki! I found a fine blonde mermaid! Get cho ass out here before she swims away!’ Jamal’s deep voice boomed across the bay. He hurried across a small wooden pier and then leapt up the yacht’s narrow iron ladder with the speed and grace of a huge black cat. A high woman’s voice called out to greet him. Tina bit her lip. Then her blue eyes flashed open wide.

Onto the sun-drenched deck, swaying her hips lazily, sauntered a goddess. A white goddess.

Though far away and high above, Tina knew that Nikki was tall- taller than her. And she was perfect. Her legs were smooth as candle-wax, and endless. Her thighs were less thin than Tina’s, but a more toned and feminine shape. Her hips curved perfectly into a narrow waist and a faultlessly toned stomach. Her arms were elegant and slender, and her manicured hands rested lightly on her hips. Her breasts were huge, proud and firm, of a perfect shape, bouncing playfully with each of her smooth steps. Tina calculated, gently gritting her teeth, that they were bigger than hers. Nikki had a long, swan-like neck; chiselled cheekbones; and full, bow-shaped lips that revealed pearly teeth as she broke into a smile. Her hair was straight and glossy, and seemed to burn red and gold and amber as the sun and the waves danced across it. Her eyes were the purest turquoise. Her skin shimmered pearly white, kissed with a light copper-tan. She wore a silver bikini- very small- that seemed only to advertise the delicious feminine prizes that lay within. Her beautiful eyes sparkled, her lips glistened and her skin shone.

Tina couldn’t decide whether to hate Nikki, or fall on her knees in the sand and worship her.

‘Er, hi’ was the best that she could summon.

So Jamal was into white women, Tina mused. Or was it just women as divine as Nikki? As Jamal leapt on to the deck, Nikki rushed forward to be scooped up in his massive arms. They kissed deeply. He smoothed back her streaming amber-gold hair with his big black hand, and she wrapped her slim white arms around his thick bull neck, folding her long pale legs around his solid torso. Nikki hung suspended in the air by her powerful black lover, as Tina looked on in sullen silence. They were horribly perfect together: the huge, masculine black god who exuded power and aggressive sex, and his beautiful, feminine white goddess who embodied grace and a yielding sexuality. Tina stroked her fine hair and discreetly ran her fingers over her hips and thighs. Could she compare to JJ’s woman? Could she be like her? Did he look at her legs, her breasts, and her milky skin with anything like the longing that he felt for Nikki?

Eventually, Nikki stopped raining soft kisses on Jamal’s face and jaw and neck. He placed her softly on her own two dainty feet. Nikki would not break away. She rested her cheek on JJ’s huge, bulging shoulder, until his hand rested lightly on her small waist. Tina felt she could practically smell the raw sexual urge between them. She felt sure that- if she was not standing there feeling dumb and awkward- Nikki’s bikini bottoms would already be around her elegant ankles, and she would be hurriedly fumbling with her black lover’s fly. Tina felt her cheeks flush, and pretended to survey the shoreline, hiding her face.

‘Well, JJ, aren’t you going to introduce me to your hot little blonde friend?’ Nikki asked softly, noting Tina’s awkwardness at last.

‘How very rude of me. Tina, this is Nikki. My-’

‘His girlfriend?’ Tina sniffed, a little too frostily.

‘His white bitch. Well, one of them.’ Nikki narrowed her beautiful eyes at Tina. She ran her hand down Jamal’s chest and stomach, towards his belt. There was a stony silence in which Tina felt her pulse hammering in her ears, as the beautiful black man and his beautiful white woman scrutinized her closely. After a lifetime, it was broken by Nikki’s musical laughter. Jamal cuffed her playfully on the back of her glossy head.

‘C’mon, Tina,’ Nikki said while taking the stunned blonde girl by her hand, ‘you help me find some supper and some takes, then you’ll be used to my strangeness’.

It turned out that Nikki was not only improbably gorgeous, but she was also nice. She glided between the black granite surfaces of the yacht’s large and airy kitchen, chatting to Tina like a favourite younger sister. She busied herself with dips and salads and fancy canapés, and presented Tina with little spoonfuls and morsels and her sticky fingers to taste. She did not once ask Tina who she was or why she was there and, at the third sip of her stingingly cold and delicious daiquiri, Tina began to relax and demobilise the defences that she had primed for such a line of interrogation. Nikki nattered amiably about music and flights and food and boats and sunbathing and swimming. She told Tina that her hat was cute, and that her snakeskin handbag was to die for, and she guessed that Jamal had bought it for her, but she didn’t seem to mind. Rather, she seemed pleased.

‘JJ is reliably generous to pretty girls’, she smiled as she chewed on a stray stick of celery.

‘Reliably? It doesn’t make you jealous?’

‘How could it?’ Nikki waved her white arms in the space around her. ‘It kinda works in my favour! Do you have a guy at home?’

‘Er, yeah.’ Tina felt her dimpled smile falter, though she tried to fight it in a show of loyalty to little Jimmy.

‘Is he good to you?’

‘Yeah. Well, he tries’.

‘Oh. I see’. Nikki appeared to realize that they had swum into cooler waters, and there was silence until she pushed a sliver or cool melon between Tina lips.

‘There! There are those famous dimples again!’ Nikki beamed as she carried a tray out onto the deck. Tina wondered when Jamal might have told Nikki about her dimples. Her pleasantly inebriated mind worked slowly, and faltered as she walked from the shade into the peachy evening sunshine.

Dinner was eaten by candlelight with the sun setting, the sea sighing, and Jamal’s handsome dark face framed by the purple evening sky. The food was delicious, with crunchy-salty shellfish and zingy fresh fruit and cool pink wine bursting with flavour. Tina tried to eat sparingly, but was too hungry, and hoped that neither of her hosts noticed her young-like enthusiasm for each bite and morsel. The wine tickled her red. She felt herself smiling constantly, and laughing at every little joke Jamal made, or every silly face Nikki pulled at him. Nikki looked more and more angelic as the sun sunk lower in the sky. Her hair had seemed like golden thread when bright light shone through it, but it had caught fire as the candles won their battle with the sun. It had changed to copper, to amber, to the colour of autumn leaves. Her skin had seemed pearly-white, but now it was bronze. Her turquoise eyes had changed from almost-powder blue to almost-sea green. Everything, from the way that she ate and sipped her wine, to the way that she tossed her head and her breasts bounced as she laughed, was perfect. She was still wearing just her small silver bikini and, as the night finally turned black and a million stars shone through, Nikki sat in her black lover’s lap, instructing him to keep her warm.

Tina no longer felt a pang of resentment as she watched Nikki shuffle her bottom along Jamal’s huge thighs, or when he wrapped his massive arms around her. Instead, she felt empathy with Nikki. Nikki’s slim white body was like a young girl’s when encased by JJ’s massive black frame. Tina suddenly found it very pleasurable to watch them together. She wondered what it was like to be held against that huge, hard body by those strong, muscular arms, and she wished she was brave enough to ask Nikki how she was feeling and what she was thinking right then. How must it feel to have his breath on your neck? Jamal kissed Nikki’s white throat tenderly as if he guessed Tina’s thoughts, and she shuddered with a thrill as she imagined the touch of those full, soft lips on her delicate skin. Was Nikki already soft, and wet, and waiting? Could she feel a moving, growing, hardening sensation beneath her soft buttocks? How big was it? It must be so, so different to snuggling with Jimmy. Better. Tina crossed her legs as Nikki turned to slowly kiss Jamal’s open mouth. His strong black hands smoothly moved up her pale thighs, and Nikki gently held the tip of his pink tongue in her pearly teeth, as he traced the edges of her little bikini bottoms with one searching finger. Nikki’s long eyelashes flashed open, and she regarded Tina with a smile.

‘Well, Dimples, it’s time for me to go to bed with my Big Black Stud so he can take care of me. Your room’s just down the hall. G’night.’ Nikki trailed off as Jamal led her away with his strong black hand planted possessively on her firm backside. Tina couldn’t guess whether Nikki’s words were seamistered with humour, or whether they were just a bold statement of fact. Nikki, she knew, was going to get her brains fucked out.

Tina’s crotch was soaking wet.

Her bedroom was lit cosily by art deco style bedside lamps, and her bed was large and soft, with fresh scented white linen. The walls were wood-panelled, she had a low glass-topped table, and a chocolate-brown sofa in front of a TV built into the wall. She had her own little bathroom, too. As she threw herself on the mattress and wriggled out of her tight little shorts, Tina reflected that she felt a much more glamorous woman than the one who had sat on her bed that morning, brushing her long blonde hair one hundred times while lazy Jimmy still snored. It was exciting to be here, on her big black boss’s big, powerful boat. And it was flattering to be treated like a best friend by his scorchingly hot girlfriend. Perhaps they were similar, really, and JJ had seen it. Perhaps she would fit in okay. Perhaps she could absorb some of Nikki’s elegance, and return home a goddess like her. Tina smiled privately as she unhooked her bra and allowed her firm young breasts to spring free. Then the moaning started.

Jamal and Nikki’s bedroom was the other side of the corridor from Tina’s, and two empty bathrooms lay in between. Tina doubted whether a gunshot could be heard from one room to the other. But, unmistakeably, it was Nikki’s high, feminine voice that now came shrieking and whimpering from beyond the thick wood-panelled door. Tina’s mouth went dry. She hadn’t expected this. Clearly, Jamal wasn’t wasting any time ‘taking care’ of his ‘white bitch’. Was Nikki naked, now? Or Jamal? Tina closed her eyes tight. The impression of Jamal’s strong, dark face and Nikki’s delicate white features returned to the front of her mind. She tried to imagine them both together; JJ admiring his white woman’s large bare breasts and her pretty pink pussy; Nikki feasting her turquoise eyes on her black lover’s huge ripped body and his rock hard black cock. Tina stroked her nipples and softly cupped her tits. She imagined waiting on the bed for a man like that, exposed and helpless. Her fingers slipped inside her thong. She bit her lip as she contemplated Jamal’s thick neck between Nikki’s smooth white thighs, and his expert pink tongue invading her most intimate parts as she cried out and tossed back her flaming hair. The whimpers were steady and rhythmic now, punctuated with little yelps and deep grunts. Nikki’s perfect pale legs would be wrapped tightly around Jamal’s muscular and glistening black back, as she welcomed him inside her yearning sex…

‘Fuck!’ Screamed Tina, as her phone buzzed like a tedious judgemental bee. Nikki was mewling and gasping now, as the whole boat seemed to shake. But the delicious fucking figures had disappeared from behind Tina’s eyelids in a puff of smoke. She lay panting on the bed, nude but for her wet and clammy knickers, with her pulse thumping inside her skull.

‘Fucking…Grr!’ She spat, as she slipped her hand from her crotch and snatched her phone with a sticky hand. Nikki was screaming in ecstasy. ‘Oh, shut up, you…show-off!’ Tina said aloud.

It was Jimmy. Boring Jimmy from the boring world away from the sea and daiquiris and fast cars and big boats and hot sex noise. Tina endured his droning monotone, told him she missed him not less than five times, explained how to microwave cold Lasagne, managed to avoid apathy in the face of his dreary anecdotes from work and, finally, managed to hang up at the third goodbye.

She then slipped her knickers down her smooth thighs, and closed her eyes tight again. Tina lay still and silent, cleared her mind, and waited. She could hear Nikki’s singmisterg voice murmuring quietly, ending in a long and delighted sigh. Then she began to moan again. Jamal must be a machine, Tina thought as she ran her fingers through her neatly trimmed little bush. She heard him begin to grunt steadily to meet Nikki’s little yelps. Tina’s cheeks dimpled.

None of them slept much.

Time and again, as the night grew old, and as a dull grey light crept through her cabin’s round windows, Tina heard nothing, and began to believe that Nikki and Jamal must have slipped into a contented relax hours before. But each time the heavy silence was broken by a fresh gasp or moan from Nikki, and then she would be yelping and Jamal would be grunting and it would all begin again. Tina’s head swam with arousal and with steamy dreams, and before long she could no longer tell where either began or ended. Just before the first bars of butter-yellow light reached through her blinds, two phrases, spoken in Jamal’s natural growl and in Nikki’s soft sighing voice, seemed to churn and swirl through the room and through Tina’s relaxy blonde head.

‘White bitch’, and ‘big black cock’.



II- Lotion and Longing

The morning was in its full, bright bloom by the time that Tina had fully woken, and showered, and pulled on her salmon pink bikini, her sandals, and her cut-off denim shorts. Her eyes were tired and itchy, and they flickered irritably as she stood before the bathroom mirror and carefully applied her eyeliner. There was a rumbling within her flat stomach as she brushed her long hair exactly one hundred times.

To Tina’s surprise, Nikki and Jamal were awake and perfectly fresh. They were sitting together, on the rear deck, before the remains of their breakfast. Jamal, in pure white linen shirt and shorts and mirrored sunglasses, was pouring over the peach coloured pages of The Financial Times. Nikki sat cross-legged on her sun lounger, reading an airport novel. Over a lime green bikini, she was wearing the navy blue shirt in which JJ had travelled the day before. She looked like a little girl in her daddy’s clothes, Tina thought as she examined the other woman’s lithe body for obvious sings of damage from her overnight adventures. Nikki, apparently becoming aware of Tina’s intense scrutiny, merely smiled and gave a small, secret wink.

Tina did not know what that was supposed to convey. She couldn’t decide where to look as she sat quietly in the spare lounger between the two lovers. She could not bring herself to risk inviting further blushes and embarrassment by meeting Nikki’s gaze, and Jamal’s eyes were hidden impassively behind his shades. She sat for a moment, dangling a sandal off one of her small feet, until Nikki seemed to lose patience with her, rolling onto her stomach and burying herself in her book. Finally Jamal’s slow, deep voice broke the stillness from behind his newspaper.

‘Good morning, Tina. I hope thatchyo had a comfortable night?’

‘Er, yeah, lovely. Um, I mean, yes, I was comfortable with it. I mean, the bed, and things’. To her dismay, Tina already felt her cheeks burning. She stared back at herself in Jamal’s mirrored lenses, as he raised one eyebrow.

‘Well, I am very gratified to hear that you are settling in so well.’ His dark face broke into a broad, white grin. ‘There’s coffee and pastries right there. Why don’t you help yoself?’

Tina spread apricot jam on her croissant and poured herself orange juice. She never drank coffee. It gave her a headache, and she worried that it made her breath smell. She swept her long hair behind her ears as she cautiously chewed her food, taking care not to sticky her mouth with jam or flakes of pastry. It was only as Tina was licking her teeth and fingertips clean that she realized both Nikki and JJ were observing her closely.

‘What is it?’ she squeaked, to her mortification.

‘It’s nothing. ‘Cept you’re cute when you eat. Like a princess or somethin’.’ Tina’s big black boss lowered his glasses, and leaned in towards her.

‘There’re the dimples!’ cooed Nikki, with a bright smile.

Tina sat stiff and upright as she sipped her orange juice, staring straight out to sea. She felt her beautiful host and hostess’ eyes on her bare skin. She stifled the urge to run away. Her stomach fluttered.

‘So, um, what’re we doing today?’ She ventured.

‘I got business to take care of in the town. You and Nikki are going to go shopping together, get to know each other. That’s later. Until then we’re all going to take in the fine air and the fine sun and eatchovver’s fine company. Okay?’ JJ wasn’t really asking. Tina felt the more familiar dynamic of their working life surface. She was pleased. She liked it when Jamal had her day planned out. She liked to be obedient for him.

‘First task- go get Nikki’s sun cream before she burns right up. It’s in our room, by the bed.’ Jamal pulled the peach pages back in front of his eyes. Tina was dismissed.

‘Yes, Mr Johnmister, Sir!’ She replied brightly, with little irony. Nikki watched Tina wiggle her bottom as she hurried off to do her black boss’s bidding.

Tina paused for a moment in trepidation, as she stood with one hand on Jamal’s bedroom door. She closed her eyes, and imagined that she could feel the fiery sexual heat of Jamal and Nikki’s lovemaking, still trapped in the polished wood. Being around them, seeing their shared passion and listening to its many climaxes, made Tina feel like a naïve teenaged virgin. She had never had sex- like that.

The room was perhaps about twice the size of Tina’s. Huge French windows led to a spacious balcony, and filled the space with light. Nikki’s discarded silver bikini lay on the floor before her. A large open wardrobe was full of her dresses, shoes and other paraphernalia, and Tina could have happily spent an afternoon in secret, trying on her clothes. JJ was clearly a very generous lover, in more ways than one. His crumpled clothes, minus the shirt that Nikki now wore, still lay on the floor. Tina imagined the lustful eagerness with which Jamal’s pale-skinned woman must have unfastened the buttons to get her hands on his hard black chest, and ripped on the zipper to get to his big, black dick. She sniffed the air deeply, and allowed herself to sit on the huge bed. The sheets were glossy black satin. Tina ran her curious hands all over them, and wondered how Nikki felt between the silky black sheets and her lover’s silky black skin. It had all happened, right here. All night. Tina lay down. Unable to prevent herself, she swam against the black satin, sliding her smooth bare thighs over every inch. Her bikini bottoms were hot, and damp, as she pretended that this was her bed, and that she was waiting for her black boss to join her at any moment. To ‘take care’ of her.

‘His white bitch,’ she whispered. ‘I’m your white bitch’. The words were delicious in her mouth.

Sensing that she would soon be missed, Tina reluctantly turned to the bedside tables. A hairbrush easily told her which was Nikki’s, and there was the sun cream, amongst a forest of oils, lotions, and a massive bottle of KY jelly. Tina giggled to herself quietly. Nikki and her poor sore pussy must get through a lot.

‘Somethin’ holdchyou up?’ Jamal asked from behind his paper, as she hurried back.

‘Oh, no. Sorry. Well, I didn’t know which one it was’. Tina’s stomach fluttered.

‘Guess you worked out it was the one with the picture of the sun on it, saying ‘sun tan lotion’.

‘Oh, heh, yeah. I’m having a blonde day, or something!’

‘Well, the red-headed lady has very delicate skin. I like it just the way it is. Why don’t you help her keep it nice and soft and white for me?’ JJ stared unsmilingly at Tina. She felt the familiar arousal of subtle fear.

‘O-okay, JJ’ she gulped.

‘Good girl. Well, I’ll leave you ladies to it. I’m goin’ to work out’. He rose slowly and swaggered away.

‘I want to get some sun on my boobs!’ Nikki announced with a bright smile. ‘You don’t mind if I take my top off, do you?’ Nikki threw off JJ’s baggy blue shirt without pause, rolled back onto her stomach and unhooked her bikini top. She looked over her shoulder, and smiled sweetly at Tina. Only the tiniest, lime-green thong hid her nudity. Her pert buttocks shone brightly in the high sun.

Dryly, Tina gulped again.

Nikki’s soft skin was as smooth as silk to Tina’s trembling touch. She soon warmed to her task. Kneeling beside the Goddess and gently massaging lotion in to her perfect body was thrillingly intimate. Tina barely listened to Nikki’s amiable chatter, but it was like a lullaby in her ears, and she found herself smiling dumbly as she stroked Nikki’s slippery back, then her firm thighs and her glistening buttocks. With a cautious compulsion, Tina delicately lifted each rounded cheek, and let it spring back into place. Nikki giggled, and rolled over expectantly. Her bare breasts were big and proud and firm and more beautiful than Tina could imagine. For a delicious moment, she visualised each of them being cupped and squeezed by Jamal’s big, black hands. Only tits like that would do for a man like him. Realizing that she was staring with her mouth open, Tina squeezed a thin white stripe of lotion onto Nikki’s infuriatingly toned stomach, and began once more to ease its cool cream into the other woman’s flesh.

‘That’s just lovely, Dimples! Sooo soothing. We might have to keep you’ Nikki purred softly, with her eyes closed in bliss.

‘You’re pretty sore, then?’ Tina asked, trying to power her pretty cheeks into a straight face. Nikki opened one inquisitive eye, and studied Tina’s face. ‘Well, he’s a pretty big guy’ Tina continued quietly.

‘Oh, yes. He most certainly is. Those parts don’t need sun cream, though.’ Both girls looked steadily at each other for a few moments. Nikki was the first to break into a shy smile, and then they were both laughing like foolish teenagers. Tina continued to attend to Nikki with her cheeks both dimpled and blushing. She busied herself with her pretty little feet, noticing for the first time a neat little tattoo on the ankle, then on to her long toned legs, her ribs, her slender arms, her narrow shoulders and her long neck. Nikki closed her eyes tightly as Tina worked on her delicate features and her sculpted cheekbones. Then Tina ran her gentle fingers down past the fine collarbone, and paused. Nikki was watching her with a cool, catlike patience in her turquoise eyes.

‘Don’t be shy with me, Dimples. Jamal and I won’t be shy with you. And he wants us to get along. Close.’ Nikki’s voice was cool and soft. Tina didn’t know whether she was chiding or pleading with her. But she didn’t want the warm, feminine intimacy that flowed over and between them like a heavenly breeze to end. Raising her blue eyes to meet Nikki’s gaze, she dropped her palms immediately to the proudly offered domes. With her fingers spread wide like starfish, Tina strained to hold all of Nikki’s soft breasts in her grasp. It was impossible. She gently lifted them, admiring their weight, and released them, watching them bounce and wobble deliciously. She spread her moist palms all over their delicate, milky skin, and rubbed Nikki’s pretty nipples with a soft swirling of her thumbs. She finished, with a flourish, by suddenly giving each pointed pink bud a sharp pinch.

‘Ah!’ Nikki squealed, delightedly. Thoughts of the relaxless night returned to Tina’s tired but happy mind.

‘Now I’ll do you!’ Nikki was already yanking down on Tina’s little denim shorts.

Tina found it hard to relax with The Goddess’ searching, scrutinizing hands roaming her body. As Nikki ran her fingers over her skin, Tina found herself continually cringing with the worry that her thighs would be judged too skinny, or that the puppy-fat on her arms might be noticed, or that Nikki might find her stomach less firm. She bit her lip as Nikki, without asking for permission, pulled off her bikini top, letting her soft young breasts spring free. But Nikki’s voice was sweet and sisterly, and soothing.

‘Y’know, you’re just such a perfect little blonde babe. You make me feel a little jealous,’ she said, implausibly. ‘I’ll bet all the guys are hitting on you all the time. Especially with those tits. Right?’

‘Mm. Well, sometimes, I suppose’.

‘Oh, come on! We’re both girls here. How about your boyfriend- what’s his name?’

‘Jimmy’ Tina answered, flatly.

‘Well, Jimmy’s certainly lucky. Is he- y’know? Long term?’ Nikki was perched between Tina’s long legs, languidly stroking the insides of her smooth thighs.

‘I… well, I dunno.’

‘Oh. Well, is he- kinda special, at least?’ The turquoise eyes were fixed on Tina’s cipher like face. Tina smiled pitifully, and gave a little shrug. Nikki said nothing for a while. She massaged the cool cream further and further up Tina’s thighs, until her fingers grazed the seams of her pink bikini bottoms.

‘I guess Jimmy’s a white boy, right?’ Nikki’s hands were lying still on the verges of Tina’s warm crotch.

‘Er…yeah.’ Tina’s ears were drumming again, and the butterflies flew from her stomach into her chest, her legs and her pelvis.

‘That sucks.’ Nikki declared, plainly. She squirted more lotion across Tina’s belly. Tina was speechless.

‘Wha-what d’you mean?’

‘I’m surprised that a hot piece of blonde tail like you settles for white boys. I wouldn’t. Don’t you find it…y’know, weak?’ Nikki wrinkled her pretty nose in distaste. Her high voice was frank and business-like.

‘Uh. Well. Not every girl can go for a black guy’. Tina’s blue eyes were wide open.

‘No, but sexy white girls like you deserve a nice, ripped, black stud’. Nikki gave a satisfied little smirk, as she began on Tina’s chest.

‘But there can’t be enough to go round!’ Tina was incandescent. Her cheeks burned. Her pussy was hot and sticky.

‘Well, then, maybe us white girls should learn to share.’ Tina’s mouth dropped open. Nikki ducked forward and kissed it, lightly.

‘C’mon, Dimples. Let’s go watch JJ finish working out.’ The Goddess slinked away with feline grace, her almost naked backside swaying sensually. The sea air seemed to hammer in Tina’s ears. Her mouth was still open, her eyes unblinking.

Tina fumred to get her breasts back into her top, and hurried after Nikki.

She had never seen a man like Jamal before. As she watched his huge, black, rippling body flex and strain, Tina wondered whether she had ever seen a real man at all. Jamal lay on the deck, his hands behind his head, performing stomach crunches. His glistening black muscles were huge, and knotted with veins. Jamal’s upper arms were enormous. Tina calculated that his biceps must have been thicker than her thighs. His mighty thighs were wider than her waist. His massive pectorals were ridged hard against the tangle of rippling muscles across his stomach. Tina wondered whether she and Nikki could sit side by side on Jamal’s chest, and have room to stand a couple of takes in between. He even seemed to have muscles on muscles. There was not a hint of fat anywhere under his skin. Every inch of Jamal’s hard black body exuded power: formidable, natural and sexual. Tina felt her skin tighten and her knees turn to jelly. Jamal was wearing his mirrored sunglasses, a thick golden chain around his bull neck, and tight red lycra trunks. The bulges at his crotch made Tina gasp. It just couldn’t be that big. Could it?

‘Oh!’ She heard herself squeak. She felt terrified, as if she was a few feet away from a huge, wild black panther. But her gusset was sopping wet. JJ looked so sexy. Tina wanted only to fall to her knees and to taste the sweat on his hard black body with her tongue.

‘Yummy, no?’ Nikki asked with a wink, as she sat in a chair near to her magnificent black lover. She ran her hands over the creamy skin of her stomach, and parted her legs wide as she watched him flex and grunt.

‘You ladies jus’ come for th’show, or are y’here t’ participate?’ Jamal grunted as he sprang to his feet. His dark frame towered over the pretty white women. Tina stepped behind Nikki’s chair. She was trembling.

‘You’ll just love this, Dimples,’ Nikki said soothingly, as she turned to stroke Tina’s arm. ‘Here, you watch me go first!’

Jamal stretched his huge limbs and rolled his shining head in a circle. Then, with a single dive, he landed chest-down on the deck. Nikki paused to admire him for a moment, stroking her soft white breasts enigmatically. She then stood gracefully, and approached where he lay. Slowly, she sat down on his broad black back, and then stretched her slender pale body out on top of him. Her big breasts were squashed into Jamal’s knotted muscles. Her pale, slender legs lay on top of his thickly muscled thighs and calves. She placed her hands lovingly on his massive shoulders, and pressed her cheek to the base of his huge neck as if it was a pillow. She smiled serenely, and closed her long eyelashes in a display of pure sensual pleasure.

Jamal’s huge, powerful arms lifted them from the ground. Nikki wriggled slightly as he paused at the top of his push-up, then their bodies fell and rose. Again. And again. Nikki’s hands roamed her lover’s ripped black body as his muscles strained and flexed. He seemed inexhaustible. She began to delicately kiss his thick neck as she rose and fell with him.

‘Mmmmm,’ she mewed quietly, as she wrapped her soft white thighs around his hard waist.

Finally, JJ stopped at the stop of his arms’ length. Nikki drowsily slid her body around his, until she sat on his back with her small feet on the deck. She slid her crotch and bare ass along the massive back and the hard buttocks, before finally stepping off the mighty black figure.

‘Your turn,’ she purred at Tina. ‘Hope I didn’t get him too wet for you.’

‘Oh!’ Tina breathed. Her thighs and stomach shuddered, and shuddered again. She could find no words as she tiptoed on wobbling legs to where her godlike black boss waited for her.

Tina placed one trembling hand lightly on Jamal’s shoulder. It was like warm iron wrapped in silk. She brushed her fingers along his back, letting them bump over the pits and ridges of his muscles. She felt that every ounce of power and pressure poised within the beautiful black body fizzed against her shaking fingertips.

‘Oh!’ She gasped.

‘You getting on, girl?’ Jamal’s natural growl seemed to rumble within the depths of his torso.

With her thin white thighs shaking, Tina shyly sat in the middle of his back. She could have been sitting on big, warm, polished stones. Jamal didn’t budge an inch. He was rock-solid from his toes to his palms, and Tina’s small weight seemed to be beneath his notice. She shuffled her soft bottom. Her young cunt was hot and soaking wet with the huge black man’s body pressed beneath it. Tina prayed that he would not notice. Her cheeks were flushed. She stretched out over the terrifying, sublime body. She could feel her nipples pressing like daggers into Jamal’s taught, dark skin. She stroked her little toes against his solid calves. Her long blonde hair streamed over his huge black shoulders. She sniffed at him deeply, trying to scent his raw sexual potency. Her unmoving lips were touching his flesh. Her heart was hammering as she felt his massive muscles strain and flex under his skin, taking her down to earth and pushing her into the air again. Tina breathed heavily as she and her black boss rose and fell again. She stroked her soft cheek against his tireless shoulder. Her slim white body seemed to melt over him. They rose and fell again, and again. Tina gently slid her thighs up over his hard, thick waist, and wrapped them softly around him. So much power- hard, black power- between her quivering legs. She was in heaven.

She wanted, desperately, to be fucked.

They rose and fell again, and again. Tina knew that Nikki was saying something, but her mind swam with a sexual thrill, and she could make no sense of it. Up, and down. The muscles straining. Tina felt so soft, and small, and weak, and white. Up, and down. There couldn’t be a safer, more delicious place in the world, Tina thought. Her lips moved against JJ’s warm skin. But she wasn’t kissing him. She wasn’t.

‘Kinda nice, huh?’ Nikki whispered suddenly into Tina’s ear, as she smoothed her fine blonde hair away.

‘Oh! Uh, I er- um, I think, I think I was dreaming.’ They weren’t moving anymore.

‘Hm. You sure weren’t arelax though, Dimples. Time to get up, I’m afraid.’ To Tina’s relief, Nikki was smiling at her warmly, either in mockery or empathy. She didn’t mind which. She staggered to her feet.

‘Well, JJ, you going to show us your next trick?’ Nikki asked with her breasts thrust out and her legs parted wide.

‘How could I let two such fine ladies down?’ Jamal grunted, as he stretched again. Then Tina screamed.

With a panther’s speed, Jamal shot out his hands between both girls’ legs and, with a roar, lifted them high into the air. His massive black arms tremred, but held firm. Tina watched the cord-like veins spread through Jamal’s huge biceps. She was panting. Her legs dangled weakly in the warm air. She placed her hands on his shoulder, for balance. Nikki was grinning and cheering ecstatically in front of her. Tina knew that Jamal could feel every fold of her hot, wet pussy in the palm of his strong hand. She groaned. Jamal turned to her, and Tina stared back at the stunned, girlish face reflected in his mirrored shades.

‘Seems like a certain young lady has been enjoying herself- a lot.’ JJ had a wolfish grin on his face. Nikki giggled.

‘P-please…Mr Johnmister, m-may I… Please may I go to the bathroom?’ Tina heard herself squeak.

III- All at Sea

Tina lay on her bed with her hair spread like a golden fan across the white sheets. Her long legs were parted wide, and her pink bikini bottoms dangled around her ankle. Her temples hammered as she strummed her tight young pussy with a frantic blur.

Eventually there was a soft rap on the door. She shut her beautiful eyes tightly, and bit her lip as she rubbed her slick sex faster. The noise went away.

‘Tina….Dimples? You okay’? It was Nikki’s nurturing voice. Tina swore silently.

‘Y-yeah. Just…a bit seasick, I suppose.’

‘Seasick? But we haven’t moved, Baby. You sure you’re okay?’

‘Oh! Yes. I’ll be out…soon’.

‘Okay, Dimples’.

Tina listened to the soft footsteps depart. She slid her fingers inside her hot wetness.

That afternoon, Tina watched her boss drive the shiny car into a bay at the back of the boat, before Nikki fired the ship’s grunting engine, and they were at sea. The cove glided past the port windows, then receded, revealing an endless blue horizon on either side. The water was so bright that it hurt Tina’s relaxy eyes. Pure white gulls drifted beside the railings where she leant, and Tina felt her mind drift with them. She felt as if she was in a dream, but not her own. She wondered whether, like God, Jamal had made all of this appear from nothing, and brought her here with just a word. Or maybe the perfect sea, the perfect warm air, Jamal’s perfect black body and his perfect white woman were all just the sensual imaginings of a distant mind.

After perhaps an hour, they began to pass small, smoky boats webbed with fishnets and encumbered with corroding wooden crates and corroding, olive-skinned fishermen who called hopefully to Tina. A little later, they slipped passed other white ships. Finally, they saw the cream and terracotta huddle of a small port town punctured with the spines of a hundred little boats’ masts. The drone of scooters wafted out to sea, followed by the calls youngren and then the chatter of women.

They docked some way apart from the other boats. Nikki made the boat creep slowly against a stone pier, and Jamal leapt athletically from the deck, landing like a panther on the wall, and quickly tying the rope that he had instructed Tina to toss. He was already striding into the shady tangle of palms and spindly pavement tables as the boat’s engine came to a thudding stop. Tina gave JJ a little wave and, turning to check that Nikki was not yet on deck, she blew him a secret kiss. Warmth flushed through her.

Nikki led Tina by her arm through crammed, narrow streets scented by onions frying, women sweating, men smoking and stalls overflowing with overheated leatherwear. Tina liked holding hands with Nikki. She felt like her little sister, and it pleased her to be the object of such a glamorous young woman’s attention. They pottered around market stalls together; visited blissful air conditioned boutiques together; tried on dresses, shoes, tops, jewellery and lingerie together; and finally ate their lunch together in a shaded and vinous restaurant which had a sea view and at least a dozen cats. Tina watched Nikki study her menu and found that she was imitating every flick of her copper hair and pout of her beautiful lips. Nikki ordered Gazpacho and a carafe of chilled Rosado. Tina said that she would have exactly the same, and hoped that whatever it was would turn out to be okay. After they had sat sipping espresso and talking about a thousand and one feminine things, the two women wandered through the streets again, venturing uphill through the old town. The sun lowered and Nikki’s hair matched its deep amber. They passed through narrow medieval alleyways where their only company were cats with watchful eyes and distant, mumbling TV sets. They found a beautiful stone fountain on which to sit, and Nikki took pictures of Tina striking poses and modelling her new snakeskin bag and other acquisitions. After a while the sun turned pink, and the little square began to fill with the echoed sounds of families arriving home, laughing, arguing, kissing and preparing their dinners. Nikki’s phone chimed.

‘Oh, it’s JJ. He’s finished his business, and he says he wants us to go and meet him at Bar Luna’. Nikki explained.

‘What’s that?’ Tina asked, reading over Nikki’s lotion-scented shoulder.

‘It’s a really cool place. Sort of a restaurant and a bar and a club all in one, on the beach. You’ll like it. C’mon dimples!’ Nikki took Tina’s hand and they both rushed, giggling, down the winding little streets.

They ate by the light of the moon and the stars and of small candles that sat flickering in brightly coloured glass jars. They were amidst a dozen or more tables; thronged by elegant, olive-skinned women, their oily husbands and their neatly brushed and dressed youngren. Tina had eyes only for Jamal. The moon shone behind his strong face, making his skin seem as black as coal, and his eyes and teeth seem as bright as fire. She had never seen a man appear so beautiful, masculine and powerful. As Nikki fussed over him and peppered him with kisses, Tina found herself pretending that Jamal was an exotic black prince, and that she and Nikki were white slave girls of his harem. She licked her lips, secretly.

Jamal ordered for them all. The girls ate grilled artifetishs and seared tuna with capers and olives, washed down with tumblers of lemony white wine. JJ feasted on scallops with chorizo, lamb cutlets baked with lemon and anchovies, and bottles of beer. Tina smiled as she watched him eat and take about as much as Nikki and her put together. It had to take a lot to keep that huge, hard body going; she mused.

‘Come an’ dance with me, Baby,’ Nikki pleaded gently into JJ’s ear, as the pretty waitress handed him the receipt from the bill. He winked at Tina, as he allowed Nikki to lead him by the hand. She followed, not knowing what else to do.

JJ was a good dancer, especially for such a big guy, Tina thought. His huge shoulders and tight buttocks rolled lithely with the pulse-quickening music. Nikki was, of course, perfect with him. Grinning brightly, she shook her hips and her perfect bottom before his grasping hands and against his bucking pelvis. Her big breasts bounced playfully as she danced lewdly with Jamal’s hugely muscled thigh between her long bare legs. Nikki wrapped her slim white arms around her black lover’s strong neck, and wriggled against his body with his huge hands holding her writhing hips firmly. Tina felt a surge of heat run from her toes to her heart, as JJ pushed his tongue into Nikki’s mouth. Dancing close but far away, she wished she could squeeze between the two lovers and absorb the heat of their passion.

‘You wanna go?’ Nikki asked, looking sidelong at Tina with her mouth still a hair’s breadth away from JJ’s.

Tina swallowed hard. She took a few tiny steps towards JJ, with her fists clenched warily by her sides. She looked up at her boss with wide blue eyes. She could smell Nikki’s perfume, and feel her soft body brush against her back, as the redhead began to gently move against her. Tina gasped out loud as Jamal placed his strong black hands on her narrow waist.

It was bliss. Tina felt the rhythm of the music and of JJ’s powerful body rushing through her red. She was small and fragile in his arms, but safer than anywhere else. Beautiful, sophisticated Nikki was just behind her, skin-to-skin, a warm and sisterly presence. Tina stared into Jamal’s handsome dark face while he pulled her closer to him, pressing her soft breasts into his hard torso. She closed her eyes as she rested her blonde head on his solid chest. A steel drum raced with her pulse. The lights and the shadows of the other dancers flickered and flashed across her eyelids. She rested her hands on the massive shoulders, and breathed in Jamal’s scent, deeply. She felt his face press into her fine hair. Jamal bucked and rubbed his pelvis against Tina’s. Then he spread his big hands over her pert young ass.

Tina’s eyes flashed open and fixed on her boss’s bright, wolfish grin. ‘Oh!’ She whispered. Jamal ignored her feeble protest. He sharply spun her around, and held her firmly against him, his hands caressing her thigh and her womb. His crotch ground into Tina’s buttocks, bucking against her and bouncing her cheeks. She felt limp in his arms. She couldn’t possibly stop him if she wanted to. And she didn’t. Cautiously, she began to rub her soft young bottom against Jamal’s huge, hardening bulge. Nikki was nowhere to be seen.

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Tina’s Cruise

Tina had never had her breath taken away by the sheer presence of a man before, though she had stolen gasps from many. But now her head was turned. Her cheeks, naturally, were flushed. And her knickers, to her dismay, were wet. Nervous and alone, she stood tossing her long blonde hair and shuffling her long smooth legs, in front of her new boss’s desk. Tina had not known her new boss for long, though she found him exciting from the start. She knew him as ‘Mr Johnmister’, though he encouraged pretty eighteen-year-old Permisteral Assistants with big boobs to call him ‘JJ’. His first name, as he had whispered into her ear with his full lips just a finger’s breadth away, was Jamal. ‘JJ’ was rich, and powerful, and handsome, and big, and black. So very, very big. And so awfully, incredibly black. Tina had thought about Jamal’s bigness, and his blackness, every night since he had told her that she ‘looked like what he was looking for’, and she had become his bright, young new secretary. She thought hardest about him when she enjoyed a little ‘me time’ in her bath, and she liked to imagine him there with her. With such furtive pleasures in her mind, Tina bit her glossy lip and dared to meet Jamal’s dark, penetrating stare. Her slender knees tremred, and she cast her big blue eyes back down to her strappy shoes.

‘Though it would be a pleasure just to sit here looking at your fine self all afternoon, Tina, I am a busy man. I need an answer. What’ll it be?’ Jamal’s deep voice seemed to shake the air around Tina’s ears like the roaring sea. She felt like a little girl with a bear in its cave, in fact, she was still a little girl!
Although her marriage certificate said she was eighteen at marriage, she and her friends had done a good birth certificate forgery last year, and she was actually only sixteen when they married; way too young. So at a ripe old age of seventeen, she was still easily intimidated and somewhat naive, although she looked old enough to fool the clerk and the preacher in a town 100 miles from her home.

‘Tina!’

She flashed her eyes up from her feet. Jamal was studying her just like the hungry bear she imagined. Her heart fluttered, and she felt her smooth pale skin pimple.


‘Y-yes. Okay. I’ll do it. I mean, I’ll come. I mean, I’ll go.’ Her words seemed to come in little squeaks, and she hated herself for it.

‘Good girl’, grunted Jamal as he rose from his big leather chair. He took her delicate white hand in his powerful grip. ‘I’ll pick you up tomorrow at eight sharp. Pack light. You’ll need clothes for the beach and clothes to party in. Dat’s about it. Oh, and Tina?’

‘Y-yes Mr Johnmister?’

‘You better tell your husband where you’ll be’, Jamal patted Tina’s pert bottom softly. She was dismissed.
Her husband, Jimmy worked in the warehouse six floors below, and she rarely got to see him around the office, except an occasional lunch together. Jamal's body language and tone said that her husband better not object, for fear of his job's sake, but even in absence of that threat, Tina would probably have given in to his 'alpha male' permisterality.

Tina’s ears were drumming as she gently closed Jamal’s office door behind her. Had she just agreed to go, alone, overseas with her big black boss? Who she barely knew? For a full week? He had told her it wasn’t even business, just an ‘opportunity’ for them to ‘build bridges’. On his yacht. In the Med. He had said his girlfriend would be there, and that had helped break down her defenses. But she knew that what had really made her nod her stupid blonde head was the hot, prickly sensation between her slender thighs. Jamal’s size, his dark skin, his burning eyes, his beautiful square jaw…she could not look at him without imagining more of him, and she could not look at him without feeling faint, and agreeing to whatever he asked of her. She sat heavily on her desk with a thud. Breathing tightly, she lifted the phone, and planned how to square things with Jimmy.

As she mumred soothing promises and platitudes to her oh-so-reamisterable husband, Tina was already planning what she would be wearing when JJ’s big shiny black car rolled into the drive to pick her up. She quivered.
Jimmy readily agreed, since the threat of her job was implied, and at any rate, he could take to the woods that week to hunt.

And so, dressed in sandals, vest top, cut-off denim shorts and an instantly regretted wide-brimmed straw cowboy hat; Tina stood beside Jamal in the queue at the check-in gate at the airport. She had never seen, or imagined, JJ in his casual clothes before, and she could not restrain herself from gawping at the tightness of his jeans over his thick thighs and his firm butt, or the delicious inches of his massive black chest that were exposed between his gold neck chain and his buttoned-down blue shirt. Jamal rarely returned her sidelong glances, and she shyly fluttered her long eyelashes away when he did, but Tina willed him to look at her; to study her long smooth legs, to notice her ample cleavage, and to admire her flat naked stomach. She stood deliberately close to his towering black frame, and watched people watching them. Plenty seemed interested. She found herself hoping that these curious strangers assumed that Jamal was her lover. The thought thrilled her flesh down to the bone. Pretty, slim, blonde Tina and her big, muscular black stud! Her large breasts heaved deeply as she tried to calm herself with dull thoughts of her husband at home.

Though she found him no less fascinating and little less intimidating, each moment spent with Jamal let Tina warm to the intelligent, witty and generous soul that lay behind the pulse-racing black muscles. He was tolerant of her leading him around the cosmetically scented boutiques of their terminal. He bought her a cute little snakeskin bag, and a Cosmopolitan to read on the flight. He told the girl in the shop that Tina was his sister, which made her laugh and snort with delighted embarrassment, and then he said that her dimples were pretty when she smiled. He was even kind about her hat. He said that the cotton-picking look was coming back. Jamal proved far more attentive to Tina than her husband Jimmy ever was, as well as far more physically impressive; and black. Tina found herself trying to give JJ her deepest-dimpled smiles at every opportunity. She also tried to pull her top down a little whenever he looked away, knowing her lady certainly wouldn't approve of her behaviour (much less her black boss). Her parents were somewhat racist.

The flight was heavenly. She sat right next to Jamal. In business class. Lots of room for Tina to stretch out her freshly waxed legs. A glass of chilled Champagne. The real stuff. And oysters on ice. It was Tina’s first experience of either, and she devoured them with a younglike fervour. The Champagne made her tipsy, and happy. It also made her burp, which brought a bashful smile to her blushing cheeks, and brought out her pretty dimples again. Best of all, as the big plane roared down to a dusty landing strip that seemed tiny against the ink-blue Mediterranean Sea, Jamal held her hand. She wasn’t really nervous, not much. But she willingly placed her small white hand in the palm of his powerful black paw, and squeezed tightly so that her little knuckles showed bone-white. His hand was hard, but warm, and gentle. Tina sensed the huge, crushing power that was unused and hidden behind Jamal’s soft touch. She found herself picturing all of the rippling black muscles that must be hidden just underneath his designer clothes. Uncontrollably, she found herself wondering how big his penis was. And his balls. Her bright eyes flashed towards the bulge in his crotch, but he met her gaze. Her eyes darted back to her sandaled feet. Tina felt herself flush, embarrassed, and her palm grew moist against Jamal’s. She crossed her delectable thighs.

The brilliant blue sky, the sharp sunlight and the hair-dryer warm air of a late Mediterranean afternoon, infused Tina’s senses as soon as she and her boss escaped the air-conditioned bustle of the airport. She strolled along the heated tarmac of the car hire depot as Jamal took care of the business, and she strummed the aluminium wire of the perimeter fence with her fingers as she went. The warmth kissed the bare skin of her thighs and arms and stomach. She could hear the sea, and see its purple horizon beyond the hazy palm and orange trees that stood, green and free, in the world beyond the fence. Tina gripped the woven wire, and feebly tried to pull herself up. Dreamily, she sucked on the cold, saline metal. She felt like she had been in the skin of a different Tina, since she stepped into Jamal’s shiny car that morning. She felt somehow more womanly. More mature. But she felt her mind drifting across imaginary plains that she had last visited as a small young. She watched Jamal’s huge, dark figure stride from the reception, and zap open a sleek sports car with a flick of black plastic and a receptive ‘blip-blip’ from the vehicle. She sauntered towards him in a happy daze, and realized that she had been humming to herself. It was nice, to be in Jamal’s power. To be looked after. He was like a daddy.

‘It’s a pretty cool car’. Tina said, with a simple smile and a shrug.

‘You think it will do?’ JJ smiled whitely. Tina stroked the finely polished ice-blue body of the vehicle with a lingering hand. She pressed her firm bottom against the cool metal, and felt its delicious chill spread across her cheeks through her tight denim shorts.

‘Is it fast?’

‘Fast enough for you, Fast Woman’. Jamal leant his elbow on the roof of the car. Tina felt thrillingly trapped between the hard body of the powerful vehicle and the hard body of the powerful black man. She ran her fingers through her long blonde hair, with a show of studied indifference to either.

‘Well, then, if it’s all they have. You may drive me.’ Tina’s cheeks dimpled.

At the end of the hair-raising, lip-biting dash through mountain passes and hairpin bends, they dimpled again. There before them, alone in a heavenly lagoon of sapphire water and chalk-white sand, was JJ’s yacht. It was huge. Tina had imagined a cosy and compact affair, rather like a big caravan that floated on water. But this was like a ship. Its great white flanks stretched the length of the small bay, bouncing the dazzling sun into Tina’s eyes. Dozens of windows- round at the bottom, square at the top- contrasted darkly. How much fucking money did JJ have?

‘Whoa’. Tina had abandoned her attempt at sophisticated detachment. Jamal grinned brightly.
‘So there. Now, let’s go introduce you to the Goddess of the Lagoon’.

Tina warily pried herself from the luxury leather seat. She had been subduing a dread of this moment ever since she knew that it would arrive. What the hell would JJ’s ‘girlfriend’ be like? Tina found it hard to imagine the creature with which she would be spending the next week of her life like some estranged sister in law. What kind of a woman would be a match for the smooth, rich and godlike black hunk who had whisked her off to this sunny shore with just the power of pheromone-charged suggestion? What woman could make love to Jamal’s rock-hard body every night and survive? Tina felt her mouth go dry as she hurried across the fine sand, following in his footprints. She pictured an athletic but striking Amazon-woman; as black as night and as passionate as a wild natural, with rib-crushing thighs and a body adorned with diamonds, gold and luxury. Such a woman would hate her. Tina already felt stupid, and youngish, and inexperienced; like a ditzy blonde milkmaid with big fat tits.

‘Hey, Nikki! I found a fine blonde mermaid, git cho ass out here before she swims away!’ Jamal’s deep voice boomed across the bay. He hurried across a small wooden pier and then leapt up the yacht’s narrow iron ladder with the speed and grace of a huge black cat. A high woman’s voice called out to greet him. Tina bit her lip. Then her blue eyes flashed open wide.

Onto the sun-drenched deck, swaying her hips lazily, sauntered a goddess. A white goddess.

Though far away and high above, Tina knew that Nikki was tall- taller than her. And she was perfect. Her legs were smooth as candle-wax, and endless. Her thighs were less thin than Tina’s, but a more toned and feminine shape. Her hips curved perfectly into a narrow waist and a faultlessly toned stomach. Her arms were elegant and slender, and her manicured hands rested lightly on her hips. Her breasts were huge, proud and firm, of a perfect shape, bouncing playfully with each of her smooth steps. Tina calculated, gently gritting her teeth, that they were bigger than hers. Nikki had a long, swan-like neck; chiselled cheekbones; and full, bow-shaped lips that revealed pearly teeth as she broke into a smile. Her hair was straight and glossy, and seemed to burn red and gold and amber as the sun and the waves danced across it. Her eyes were the purest turquoise. Her skin shimmered pearly white, kissed with a light copper-tan. She wore a silver bikini- very small- that seemed only to advertise the delicious feminine prizes that lay within. Her beautiful eyes sparkled, her lips glistened and her skin shone.

Tina couldn’t decide whether to hate Nikki, or fall on her knees in the sand and worship her.

‘Er, hi’ was the best that she could summon.

So Jamal was into white women, Tina mused. Or was it just women as divine as Nikki? As Jamal leapt on to the deck, Nikki rushed forward to be scooped up in his massive arms. They kissed deeply. He smoothed back her streaming amber-gold hair with his big black hand, and she wrapped her slim white arms around his thick bull neck, folding her long pale legs around his solid torso. Nikki hung suspended in the air by her powerful black lover, as Tina looked on in sullen silence. They were horribly perfect together: the huge, masculine black god who exuded power and aggressive sex, and his beautiful, feminine white goddess who embodied grace and a yielding sexuality. Tina stroked her fine hair and discreetly ran her fingers over her hips and thighs. Could she compare to JJ’s woman? Could she be like her? Did he look at her legs, her breasts, and her milky skin with anything like the longing that he felt for Nikki?

Eventually, Nikki stopped raining soft kisses on Jamal’s face and jaw and neck. He placed her softly on her own two dainty feet. Nikki would not break away. She rested her cheek on JJ’s huge, bulging shoulder, until his hand rested lightly on her small waist. Tina felt she could practically smell the raw sexual urge between them. She felt sure that- if she was not standing there feeling dumb and awkward- Nikki’s bikini bottoms would already be around her elegant ankles, and she would be hurriedly fumbling with her black lover’s fly. Tina felt her cheeks flush, and pretended to survey the shoreline, hiding her face.

‘Well, JJ, aren’t you going to introduce me to your hot little blonde friend?’ Nikki asked softly, noting Tina’s awkwardness at last.

‘How very rude of me. Tina, this is Nikki. My-’

‘His girlfriend?’ Tina snipped, a little too frostily.

‘His white bitch. Well, one of them.’ Nikki narrowed her beautiful eyes at Tina. She ran her hand down Jamal’s chest and stomach, towards his belt. There was a stony silence in which Tina felt her pulse hammering in her ears, as the beautiful black man and his beautiful white woman scrutinized her closely. After a lifetime, it was broken by Nikki’s musical laughter. Jamal cuffed her playfully on the back of her glossy head.

‘C’mon, Tina,’ Nikki said while taking the stunned blonde girl by her hand, ‘you help me find some supper and some takes, then you’ll be used to my strangeness’.

It turned out that Nikki was not only impossibly gorgeous, but she was also nice. She glided between the black granite surfaces of the yacht’s large and airy kitchen, chatting to Tina like a favourite younger sister. She busied herself with dips and salads and fancy canapés, and presented Tina with little spoonfuls and morsels and her sticky fingers to taste. She did not once ask Tina who she was or why she was there and, at the third sip of her stingingly cold and delicious daiquiri, Tina began to relax and demobilise the defenses that she had primed for such a line of interrogation. Nikki nattered amiably about music and flights and food and boats and sunbathing and swimming. She told Tina that her hat was cute, and that her snakeskin handbag was to die for, and she guessed that Jamal had bought it for her, but she didn’t seem to mind. Rather, she seemed pleased.

‘JJ is reliably generous to pretty girls’, she smiled as she chewed on a stray stick of celery.

‘Reliably? It doesn’t make you jealous?’

‘How could it?’ Nikki waved her white arms in the space around her. ‘It kinda works in my favour! Do you have a guy at home?’

‘Er, yeah.’ Tina felt her dimpled smile falter, though she tried to fight it in a show of loyalty to her husband.

‘Is he good to you?’

‘Yeah. Well, he tries’.

‘Oh. I see’. Nikki appeared to realize that they had swum into cooler waters, and there was silence until she pushed a sliver of cool melon between Tina lips.

‘There! There are those famous dimples again!’ Nikki beamed as she carried a tray out onto the deck. Tina wondered when Jamal might have told Nikki about her dimples. Her pleasantly inebriated mind worked slowly, and faltered as she walked from the shade into the peachy evening sunshine.

Dinner was eaten by candlelight with the sun setting, the sea sighing, and Jamal’s handsome dark face framed by the purple evening sky. The food was delicious, with crunchy-salty shellfish and zingy fresh fruit and cool pink wine bursting with flavour. Tina tried to eat sparingly, but was too hungry, and hoped that neither of her hosts noticed her young-like enthusiasm for each bite and morsel. The wine tickled her red. She felt herself smiling constantly, and laughing at every little joke Jamal made, or every silly face Nikki pulled at him. Nikki looked more and more angelic as the sun sunk lower in the sky. Her hair had seemed like golden thread when bright light shone through it, but it had caught fire as the candles won their battle with the sun. It had changed to copper, to amber, to the colour of autumn leaves. Her skin had seemed pearly-white, but now it was bronze. Her turquoise eyes had changed from almost-powder blue to almost-sea green. Everything, from the way that she ate and sipped her wine, to the way that she tossed her head and her breasts bounced as she laughed, was perfect. She was still wearing just her small silver bikini and, as the night finally turned black and a million stars shone through, Nikki sat in her black lover’s lap, instructing him to keep her warm.

Tina no longer felt a pang of resentment as she watched Nikki shuffle her bottom along Jamal’s huge thighs, or when he wrapped his massive arms around her. Instead, she felt empathy with Nikki. Nikki’s slim white body was like a young girl’s when encased by JJ’s massive black frame. Tina suddenly found it very pleasurable to watch them together. She wondered what it was like to be held against that huge, hard body by those strong, muscular arms, and she wished she was brave enough to ask Nikki how she was feeling and what she was thinking right then. How must it feel to have his breath on your neck? Jamal kissed Nikki’s white throat tenderly as if he guessed Tina’s thoughts, and she shuddered with a thrill as she imagined the touch of those ful
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