Dorayan's Writings

A blue sky, palm trees and an exotic beauty: you'd think they would be the perfect ingredients for sex on the beach, right? But all it takes is a second look and you realize that it's nothing more than a beautiful lie. The sky's color said nothing about the scorching heat wave the state was going through. We had been out for only two minutes, and I could already see the pearls of sweat building off Tanya's toned body.

As for the palm trees, they were merely part of a cheap background curtain giving the illusion that we were in some tropical paradise. You only had to look off to the side to realize that you were in a private lakeside estate in Vermont.

But the sweetest piece of deception was Tanya herself. Her golden eyes had hypnotized more than one man just today. Her mocha skin tone made her the envy of every tanning salon customer in the country. Her silver hair, stylized in a way that was both elegant and exotic, made sure that all eyes were on her when she entered a room, any room. Add to that a toned body and a pair of heavy breasts tipped with sweetest looking nipples you've seen this side of the Atlantic ocean, wrap it up in a pair of fishnet stockings covering her impossibly long legs and white silky gloves giving her angelically fine hands and you've got Tanya, a probable reincarnation of some ancient foreign goddess of beauty.

At that moment, Tanya had me aroused. But it wasn't because of any of the heavenly qualities I have mentioned above. No, the ember that lit my fire was being held an inch away from my lips. It was what allowed Tanya to conquer the hearts of hundreds of men and women ever since she was old enough to desire the flesh of another person. It was her dick.

It was a beautiful thing: eight inches in length, cut and shaved smooth. But it wasn't the sight that had my heart - and my crotch - tingling, it was the smell. It was clean, but a musky odor came from it. It was intoxicating. I didn't know what it was, but I was attracted to it. Unconsciously, my lips drew closer to them, pulled by an unseen force. I looked up. Tasha cocked an eyebrow. Armed with her whip, she slid her weapon beneath her balls and lifted them, empowering her organ's grip on me.

"Well?" She asked, awaiting my answer. I didn't make her wait. My lips pressed against the pink tip. It was firm yet tender, its warmth rewarding my lips with subtle sensations. Its unyielding acceptance of my first advance made me open my mouth, and my tongue timidly tasted her slit. A drop of precum, sweet like honey, had me hooked. At that moment, Tanya smiled. She knew I was hers for the taking.

"Touch it." She commanded.

I brought my right hand and put two fingers against one of its veins. Its hungry pulses made me tremble. It wanted to be pleased, and I would be the one to do it. I gently put my thumb beneath its base and tilted it upward, letting my warm breath embrace the bulb's crown. Tanya giggled. She liked what her plaything was doing. The tip of her whip quickly spun and was firmly pressed at the base of my neck, pulling me towards her. My nose was pressed against her cock's length. I felt its luscious heat all across my face. It approved of my actions. It desired more. I was glad to deliver.

The time for foreplay had come to an end. Whip still against my neck, I opened my mouth and let her left testicle in, while my fingers gently caressed the surface of her member. My tongue quickly explored the salty treat that was in its reach, and hungered for another. I sucked on both balls, and loved testing the elasticity of the skin as the noises I made with each sucking became louder and louder.

"You are not here to play. You are here to please." Tanya reminded me.

My lips let go of her sack and kissed her glans instead. But they couldn't get away with that, so the quickly wrapped the pink head in its entirety, trapping it lovingly while the tip was showered with firm, circular strokes from the tip of my own tongue. Tanya moaned as her free hand grabbed my hair and pulled tightly, flaring up my scalp as I continued my assault on her sensitive head. Another moan, louder encouraged me to go faster, but a quick hit against my neck made me let go of her delicious appendage.

"This is not a race, it is a feast." I was told.

She rocked her hips forward, making the tip of her cock touch my lips before moving back. I caught myself closing my mouth on no

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