One day recently sarahhmf sent me a PM describing the snippet of a scene described in a single paragraph. It was an incredibly erotic image. A huge black man, seated at a table, ignoring a tiny white girl beneath the table, licking his feet and sweaty legs. You only see the man when you enter, then he pulls up the tablecloth\u2026\u2026
Sarah, your image has become the centerpiece of this story!!!
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Okay, it is the middle of the hottest month in the tropical nation that I am visiting and I expected it to be hot as hell, but the heat is not the killer The humidity is so high that I almost feel as if I should pull out my belt knife and cut the next slice of air out in front of me so that I can breathe it in.<\/p>\n

My backpack and supplies were safely stowed back at the pier. The little coal black man who looked carved from coal and weathered by the sea had spit out the red juice from the plant stem he was chewing on and then told me that the only place with people on it would be the cantina. He had motioned up a path and then spit again. He seemed agitated and disgusted. I confirmed that he would pick me up in five days and as he walked away from me to undo a mooring rope at the back of little boat, he threw up a hand in a manner that I hoped meant he knew. He did not bother to turn around, so I headed up the path to the cantina.<\/p>\n

The plan was simple. Charter a boat in Belize and go out to a semi-deserted island with fresh water and maybe just a few other people. Land on Monday, get picked up on Friday and in between be absolutely no place anyone would ever find me!<\/p>\n

I walked into a small set of walls that had a wooden board leaning against one wall. The board read, \u201cCantin\u201d in large c***dlike strokes. Taking a deep breath I pulled a rough rug to the side of the door and stepped inside. To my left was a man who at midnight would be invisible except for his eyes and teeth. He smiled a smile that revealed over half of his teeth were gone. He was thin as a rail, but he nodded in a friendly sort of way and so I nodded back wondering what language he spoke.<\/p>\n

A movement in the far right corner of the room caught my eye and in the shadows, seated behind a small table sat an enormous brown man with his head shaved, dressed only in what I hoped was pants, though with the long checked tabled cloth I could not be certain. He smiled revealing a mouth full of gold teeth and when he laughed I wondered if he might not shake the walls of the rickety building down! \u201cHola, Senor, Como esta?\u201d He said cheerfully. I smiled and shook my head<\/p>\n

\u201cSorry, but I\u2019m an American. I can see this might make negotiations a little interesting.\u201d I said as I smiled and eyed some of the bottle on the back wall and cases of bear just visible beyond the big man. The smile did not fade from his face. I just watched as the big man looked across the room at the skinny man on the other side. In my mind I decided they were the tropical version of Laurel and Hardy! I was just getting ready to start pointing and using some form of sign language to get my point across when the big man spoke again.<\/p>\n

\u201cHe be an American Jimmy. That means we can charge him twice as much, give him the shitty stuff and he will believe he got the better deal. So just play stupid.\u201d I looked from the big man who was now clipping his fingers in a distracted fashion and Jimmy was still standing behind the \u201cbar\u201d smiling and bobbing his head. Then they both laughed I realized then I was being the typical US tourist believing the people in other contrives were every bit as ignorant of us as we are of them!!! I\u2019m sorry. Please forgive. We have little entertainment here and abusing people stuck here with us for a few days on out island paradise is our one distraction!\u201d He laughed and I could feel myself flush.<\/p>\n

After a little talk and the big man named Fats found out that I had recently sold the company I had started and run for 30 years, his smile widened. He asked about my marital status and I told him I was divorced and then he did something I had not anticipated. He reached down and pulled the table cloth up revealing two legs that an elephant would have found stately and a petite girl, white as a ghost, with blonde hair and when she glanced at me I saw the palest blue eyes I have seen in my life. The look of fear she had on her face was the only thing she wore.<\/p>\n

\u201cI told you we have few things here on my island for pleasure, but such as I have, I share. I share especially with new American friends.\u201d He picked up a beer that was on the table and took a large gulp before setting it down wiping the foam from his upper lip and then he laughed and said, \u201cOf course, it all comes with a price!\u201d<\/p>\n

The girl did not stop again or look at me. She was licking the huge black sweating legs of the man who sat at the table. Then she bent down, and took one of his huge sausage like toes, dirty and gnarled as it was and popped it into her mouth. She bobbed up and down upon it a few times before allowing the toe to escape her lips and her tongue began working between his toes. <\/p>\n

It was one of the most revolting and yet mesmerizing things I have ever seen! I suppose it is almost the same simultaneous response we have when we see a fatal car accident and we slow down to look, hoping to not see anything too grisly. She was nothing more than a dog to be fed scraps by Fats and yet her naked flesh performing such an intimate act in such an intimate fashion had my cock straining.<\/p>\n

I turned to the slim black man, Jimmy and purchased a case of beer and a bottle of tequila. As he turned to get the items, I saw out of the corner of my eye that Fats had pulled the cloth back down to the floor. I could just see motions up higher now beneath the table. Fats was studying something in the paper as if nothing else existed. Jimmy then pointed out the side of the building, indicating a trail that led to a primitive hut where he said I would be welcome to stay free of charge. The man on the boat had told me if I wanted privacy not to stay in one of their shelters but if I wanted something they offered\u2026.. Some of the things he said now clicked.<\/p>\n

I found the hut, which was really not much more than two large trees with a hammock strung between them and some thatch walls around it with no problem. It had mosquito netting so I decided to stay there and explore the next day. That night I collected crab on the beach and had a fresh meal before drinking a large part of what I had purchased earlier in the day.<\/p>\n

Just as the sun was casting its rays into the morning sky I carried a few large branches down onto the beach, lashed them together and spread a blanket over the top to provide some shade as I decided to spend the day just watching the waves crash and the sun travel up into the sky and back down. <\/p>\n

I did not even hear her. I was reclining back against my pack and suddenly she was there. She had on a beige canvas hat with a huge brim to block the worst of the sun, and a pair of sandals. She wore nothing else. She squatted down just outside the shade of my shelter with only her feet touching the white sands. She wrapped her skinny arms around her folded legs and stared out across the wave beyond the horizon.<\/p>\n

\u201cDo you make a habit of sneaking up on people who stay here?\u201d I asked in a joking manner. She seemed not to hear. So I decided I might as well look at her. She was older than I had initially thought in the shadows of the Cantina. She was in her early 20\u2019s if I had to guess. But she was tiny. No taller than five feet tall, slim, almost not breasts, and a round ass that looked incredible with her legs pulled up against her the way they were. \u201cYou probably don\u2019t even speak English.\u201d Again there was no response. So I guess I will call you Jeannie. You just appeared out of a bottle on this island and are here to grant wishes.\u201d I laughed at my own joke and then looked back out at the sea.<\/p>\n

\u201cMy name in Lana. It is short for Svetlana. I speak seven languages. I grew up in the Ukraine. Or it was the Ukraine. Now, I don\u2019t know what it is. My f****y is dead. Friends tell me not to come back. They say I will also be killed. No nation wanted me. Fats took me in when I fled the cruise liner. They were going to send me back when we made port in Miami. They said I had to go back because my Visa was going to expire. So I chose here.<\/p>\n

I sat there stunned. I do not remember what I thought had brought a blonde haired blue eyed petite beauty into a tropical paradise, but I had not anticipated this. I had certainly not expected her to be educated!!! \u201cI\u2019m sorry.\u201d I finally muttered to fill the stillness.<\/p>\n

\u201cDon\u2019t be. I chose my life. I have had struggles. I have overcome them before. I will survive this too.\u201d She did not look at me, but I was certainly looking at her. She was hypnotically beautiful with her long hair tied back and her sharp features softened by the alabaster skin. She did not look sad, but there was no mistaking her countenance for happy either. She was resolute, determined; whatever came her way she would survive and overcome. She believed it and after looking at her so did I.<\/p>\n

\u201cSo how long have you been here with Fats?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cPaulo hid me under some bags of food he had bought and he brought me back here. It was four months ago. \u201cHe told me that the only way I could pay him back was to have sex with the people that come to the island. I have proven to him I can do more. My uncles taught me how to fish in the Baltic Sea and in the Mediterranean. I catch him fish. I think that makes him more happy than having me fuck other people. He likes to have me for himself.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSo he makes you sl**p with him every night?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHe does not make me sl**p with him. I choose to. I have owed him for saving me. Another time, men came unexpectedly. He told me to hide. They had come for me. People who had been here had reported me to authorities in Belize. They sent officials to take me back and send me to the Ukraine. I am criminal to them. Paulo saved me.\u201d<\/p>\n

She turned her head and looked at me with those ice cold eyes and said in as matter of fact a manner, \u201cSo, do you want to fuck me now or should I come back later?\u201d<\/p>\n

I know I dropped my jaw. \u201cExcuse me?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cDo you want to fuck me now or do you want to later?\u201d She asked it as if she wanted to know if I wanted mashed potatoes with gravy or without! I just sat there and she shrugged and stood up. Looking up from that angle I saw that her legs were smooth, strong and sexy! Her ass jutted out just a little and at the top of her sex was a tuft of almost straight feathery nearly white hair. And then further up, the small swells that could be called breasts were capped with small tight pink rounds with small buttons in their center. She continued to look out to sea for a second before she started back toward the Cantina. <\/p>\n

\u201cHow much for a blow job?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n

She stopped and I could tell she turned and stared daggers at me beneath my shelter. \u201cI am not a whore dog that is bought or sold. Paulo asks me to have sex with guests because he knows I like sex and because he know that happy guests buy more, come back often and tell friends what they can expect. You are like every other American dog. You think you can buy everything. I am not for sale\u201d<\/p>\n

She then turned and walked away and I felt pretty damn stupid. About ten minutes later I had to get up and go do something. Otherwise I was going to drive myself crazy with thoughts bouncing from how stupid could I be, to how hot she was, to how horny she made me to what a crazy place I had found!!!<\/p>\n

About 200 yards down the beach, there was an outcrop of stone that extended well out into the water forming a breakwater for the beach. I decided I would climb up the large boulders and see what lie beyond and see if I could circumvent the entire island in a day. <\/p>\n

I had just reached the top when I saw someone emerge from the jungle carrying a long fishing pole and a basket. They were dressed in long khaki pants and a floral long top and a big floppy hat like Lana had worn. As I made mental calculations and watched her move I realized that it was probably her, though from this angle it was difficult to tell; the hat was in the way.<\/p>\n

Rising up I was about to call out when Jimmy came racing out of the thick growth and caught her by her arm spinning her around. She threw her pole and basket to the ground and began to struggle but then a giant gleaming brown blob appeared at the edge of the trees. He stayed back in the shadows and even so I could see the sweat glistening all over him. With a hand on her upper Jimmy walked her back to where Paulo was waiting.<\/p>\n

For a big man, his hands suddenly moved very quickly. He grabbed the front of her shirt and ripped it open and had her naked to the waist in the blink of an eye. Jimmy was shoving his shorts to the ground as the big man spun the slightly built blond around and crushed her against his vast sweaty body. With one mammoth hand he covered her entire chest and began rubbing, squeezing and slapping her chest. The other hand did not even bother sliding inside her pants, instead opting to roughly lift her feet from the ground by the strength of the one huge hand thrust between her thighs. Lana did not struggle.<\/p>\n

Jimmy was now naked and leering at the site like a lion eyeing the fresh carcass of and a****l killed by a poacher who never found it. His cock was hardening to a length that was impressive even at the distance where I hid. Jimmy then walked up and undid the pants and pulled them down her thin white legs. She was shaking and begging, but she was not fighting. The fat fingers of Paulo were now thrust deep in her sex and the man buried his face in the side of her neck!<\/p>\n

Jimmy stepped up and the hand that had been between her legs now came up and were shoved into her mouth and then into the mouth of Paulo himself. Though I could not see it, I could tell that Jimmy now had her impaled upon his cock. Her feet were off of the sand and shaking back and forth like those of a ragdoll as the men in their lust and need held her up and used her for their pleasure. Paulo was shoving fingers in and out of her mouth, mercilessly grabbing, slapping, pinching and squeezing the flesh on her chest as Jimmy was now variously ramming himself up into the spread and open flesh between Lana\u2019s legs. There was no concern or even thought as to her feelings. Each man was intent upon only taking from her their pleasure.<\/p>\n

It did not take long but suddenly Jimmy stabbed himself into her with all that he had and let out a garbled oath as he unloaded into her as his hips clinched and then pounded over and over again in spurts. She went limp. Paulo seemed to crush her to him all the more, staring into Jimmy\u2019s face as finally the younger man stumbled back and withdrew.<\/p>\n

Without setting her down, Paulo spun the limp body around and upside down and as my jaw dropped he buried his face in her dripping snatch and began eating the cream pie slice of heaven that Jimmy had just made deep within her! His massive belly created to big an obstacle for her to stretch around and over but soon she was twisting and reaching for his privates and yanking and pulling on him as he continued to attack her pussy with his lips tongue and gold teeth. She was flailing at him now then I watched as his back arched and I heard him roar. With her hair covering her face I could only imagine that he was firing load after load of thick creamy jizz into the face of the beauty even as she fought to deal with her own raging feelings from the assault upon her pussy!<\/p>\n

Then he dropped her to the ground. Jimmy already was pulling his shorts back on and heading toward the trail. Paulo reached under the rolls of fat at his waist and his fist reappeared slathered with gleaming spunk. He bent over and slapped Lana\u2019s ass with the shining hand and then shoved it between the cracks of her ass and slid it up and down once as she suddenly fought and squirmed to escape. He stood back upright and followed Jimmy up the path.<\/p>\n

To my own shame, I looked down and saw the huge wet circle at the top of where my own cock had been straining for release! I had shot my own load in my pants in a most unsatisfactory way. I was not proud, but it was what happened. <\/p>\n

Lana did not move as she lay on the white sand, the shadow of the trees beginning to extend toward her as if to cover her shame. I began picking my way down to her. In my mind I had my own ideas of what I wanted to cover her with!
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There you go sarah. Did you enjoy it?<\/p>\n

How about you? Is it worthy of a single mouse click up? How about a comment? Should I write more, or let it drop there?<\/p>\n

Sarah inspired me with a single PM. What will you do to inspire me??????<\/p>\n