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From: "Sarah B." <redrunninghood@gmail.com>
Subject: {ASSM} Chronicles of Andrea - Spring Break in Jamaica (1/3)
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Date: Mon, 05 Oct 2009 20:10:03 -0400
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Long time reader, first time contributer.  I hope you enjoy :-)

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Chronicles of Andrea - Spring Break in Jamaica (1/3) (M/F, interr)

My best friends (Britney and Amber) and I arrived in Kingston at around
10 in the morning, totally exhausted but still excited. Arriving in the
tropics in the morning is the best reason to travel late. We hopped on a
shuttle, found our hotel, got settled in our room and promptly fell
asleep.

Exciting way to start a trip.

However, by the time the sun set, we were fresh - rested, hungry, and
excited. In our minds, we had finally arrived and we wanted to celebrate
the fact that we were finally here. Months of saving every penny we
could culminated in this - seven days in Kingston!

After eating supper (and having several bottles of wine) in a great
little place in New Kingston, we stumbled out into the streets in search
of a club. Three pretty, young, scantily clad, drunk Canadian University
students in search of a party in Jamaica...:-)

Needless to say, we soon found ourselves in the midst of a great party -
an excellent club that was part outdoor street dance/part hopping club.
Within moments, we each had rum drinks and we were dancing outside to a
live band that was playing some terrific dancehall.

I was back at the bar, getting a drink, when a beautiful, tall black man
got very close, stared straight into my eyes, and smiled a beautiful
smile. "Greetings beautiful lady, how are you?"

"I am fine, thank you.." (That was my worst opening line ever)
"My name is Damian, may I ask yours?"
"My name is Andrea, how are you doing?"
"Andrea, a beautiful name for a beautiful woman. May I buy you this
drink?"

And the evening began. Damian was a 29 year old business man- he was
born in Jamaica, and educated in London, England. After he finished his
MBA, he returned to his home city of Kingston to work as a Consultant
and spend his spare time helping start businesses in Trenchtown.

And he could dance. After a wonderful conversation, a few drinks and
some shots, we ended up on the dancefloor to celebrate a particularly
wonderful DJ. Our bodies got in synch to a pounding dancehall set and
stayed in sync after the dancehall set ended and a new DJ got up to play
roots.

And when he invited me to come home with him, I could only say 'yes'.
The DJ had just played "Stir it up" and we certainly did, reaching the
heights of eroticism through dance. When the song ended, he grabbed me
and held me for a moment and said, "Please come to my apartment."

After clearing it with my friends, I hurried outside to where he had
already hailed a cab. We held hands silently for the entire five minute
cab ride back to his fashionable apartment. It was as if we couldn't
dare break the spell. The cab dropped us off, he held my hand and lead
me inside, to the elevator. When the elevator door finally closed behind
us, he stared at me hungrily, like a predator and said, "I am going to
rock you."

And he did.

Frantic making out in the entrance of his apartment lead to my
undressing - deftly removed my halter top; the flirty little khaki skirt
that I painstakingly picked to wear 'my first night out in Kingston';
and the uncomfortable white strapless bra that held the whole look
together.

Clad only in my panties and standing in the entrance of his apartment, I
tried to help him lift off his t-shirt, but I'm short, so it didn't work
too well. He laughed and took off his shirt for me - I concentrated on
kissing his broad, chiselled chest and frantically trying to undo his
belt. I stopped working at his belt and started nibbling on his nipples
- his hands fluttered at my sides and he moaned as I teased and bit
them. Finally feeling confident, I said, "Take off your pants, I can't
get the fucking belt."

He laughed at my use of the word 'fucking', but complied and took off
his belt and his pants. His bulge looked massive inside of his loose
boxer shorts and I couldn't help but stare. I'm sure he noticed - he
said, "My bedroom is right down that hall", and pointed. At that point,
his wish was my command, so I started down the hall, giddy with
excitement and intoxication.

"You look so naughty in that g-string."

I took those words as a challenge and felt eager to show my chocolate
dream just how naughty I could be. He walked into the bedroom just
behind me and turned the dimmer switch slightly and softly lighting up
the bedroom.

"So you can see what I am going to do to you."

He came closer, towered over me and reached down to cup/lift my tiny
breasts. Then he sort of pushed me over to the bed, directed me to lie
down and climbed on top.

That's when I first really felt his bulge - he started rubbing his sex
into mine - we were both in our underwear so there was no
penetration..but I felt it and it was big. Big like that was a little
bit scary for me and I immediately felt unsure of myself. But, it was as
if he read my mind - he said, "Don't worry beautiful, I will go slow and
you will love what I do to you."

He told the truth on both counts.

Rubbing lead to more kissing, then some caressing..he kissed his way
down my body, and spent ample time on my breasts and my stomach. His
voice was soothing and wonderful the whole time,

"Your breasts are so beautiful and your nipples are perfect against my
tongue"
"Oh your stomach, you must do two thousand crunches a day to
have such a perfect stomach."
"You are the most beautiful thing..."

It was corny, but it was effective. I got completely into him and was
soon begging him to take off my panties. After way too much teasing, he
complied.

"What a beautiful shaved kitty, no hair at all, just how I like it for
what I'm about to do."

What he was about to do was one of the most wonderful experiences of my
life. He placed his head between my legs and explored every square inch
of my sex with his wonderful, intuitive, connected, skilled, mouth.
There aren't enough adjectives for what he did with his lips, tongue,
fingers and even teeth. Orgasm after orgasm after orgasm after
orgasm...it kept building and pounding, the pressure got more intense
and I started begging, "I need you inside of me."

"Oh god, please Damian, fuck me..."
"Please baby, I need you inside so badly...just once.."
And finally, I got it right, "Please let me ride you."

He sprung into action, got up on the bed beside me, slipped off his
boxers and exposed his cock. "Do you like it," he asked, "Want to climb
up and try it out." I wanted to and I did - I eagerly straddle him, held
myself with my knees, steadied myself with one arm, and grabbed a hold
of his cock with my right hand. I guided him to my entrance and he held
perfectly still as I lowered myself and took just the head inside. He
stayed in perfect control as I teased him like that, just the head
inside, for several long moments. Then, I started 'stirring' myself with
the head of his beautiful cock.

"Stir it up," I sang softly.

He let out a long moan and put his hands on my hips. Those hands broke
the spell and I was hit with a horrible realization. "We should be using
condoms," I said a little bit frantic and hopped off of him. He groaned,
rolled over, reached into his night table, pulled out a Durex XXL and
tossed it to me.

"There you go, baby girl...put it on and climb on."

So I did. And did. I felt embarassed at having asked him to put on a
condom after he had spent so much time down on me, so I was determined
not to tease him. I opened the big condom, put it on his big cock and
got back in position over top of him. I directed his cock inside of me,
took the tip inside, then started slowly lowering myself onto him,
feeling him slide inside of me, feeling me in ways I had never been
filled before.

Two things immediately surprised me. First, I thought I would have
trouble with his size, but I didn't have any. I was very turned on,
incredibly wet and felt completely ready from the expert oral sex. When
I lowered myself on to him, I only felt one instant of pain, followed by
intense pressure.

So I rode him. Tentatively for the first few moments, but with complete
abandon after that. I grinded myself into his pelvis like a mad woman
and rode him like I was possessed. After my second orgasm left me
quaking a little on top of him, he took charge and said, ""Fuck baby
girl, that is incredible, now get on your hands and knees."

I complied, hopped off and got in position. He was fast like a cat and
quickly positioned himself behind, and then inside of me. He held onto
my hips and slid himself back inside of me. He made a few big, hard
thrusts to make me moan, then started teasing, slowly pushing his cock
inside as far as he could go, then slowly pulling all the way out.
Slowly penetrating me again, slowly pushing all the way inside,
stopping, then slowly pulling all the way out. Over and over and over
again, it drove me through the roof until I was begging, "Oh God Damian,
fuck me..."

He said, "say you want me big black cock," while slowly sliding inside
of me.
My voice was weak, but I replied, "I want your big black cock!"
"I don't believe you"
"Oh God Damian, I want you to pound me with your beautiful big black
cock!!"

That was the right thing to say because he started pounding, driving,
thrusting inside of me. He kept changing the angle slightly, hitting me
in new angles, with slightly new sensations. The man was clearly an
expert and I felt somewhat blessed to be experiencing this. Orgasm after
orgasm after orgasm after orgasm until his tell tale growns signalled he
was close.

"Baby girl, you're making me cum."

He went tense, squeezed my hips so hard it hurt and gave two last
monster thrusts. The pain/pleasure were equally intense and I let out a
passionate scream as he finished. But wait, it was different, almost
like drinking cold water on a totally empty stomach.

It was clear then, he was cumming inside, but I couldn't stop it then.
He held me solidly and held himself all the way inside while he drained
his cock into me.

I was livid when he pulled out. "What the fuck did you do?" "Why did you
do that?" "You fucking bastard." I screamed and carried on and got
angry, but he barely reacted. All he said was, "I wanted to nut in that
sexy white kitty."  That didn't impress me and I got incredibly angry - he
stared at me icily and said...

"So I took the condom off, who cares?  You were too loose and I
wouldn't have gotten off without doing that.  Get the fuck out of my home."
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