by Anonymous
Tasha had heard about the hunk who had been parading around the hotel like he was God's gift to women. She wanted to see for herself, see if he was really that hot. She tingled as she thought about what she would do to him. She so loved putting these Western hunks in their places, completely and utterly destroyed by a dark-skinned superior woman before they knew what hit them.
It was early evening when Tasha arrived at the pool. The area was deserted, most of the guests still finishing dinner or having cocktails at the bar. Playing a hunch, she slipped into the nearby bathhouse and sure enough, standing by a locker with his back to her was a powerful blonde haired muscle guy in a skimpy purple bikini.
She admired him for a moment, gazing at the crease above his suit where the crack between his ass cheeks started. This was going to be fun, she thought, savoring the nearly naked beefcake before her, another overconfident man just ripe for the taking.
"Hey, sweet cheeks," Tasha said seductively.
The hunk whirled around startled. Once he saw Tasha before him in her string bikini with a tiny white patch between her long, shapely, athletic legs, the front of his mini-suit began to grow.
Tasha smacked her lips, admiring the enlarged bulge and outline of the hunk's cock beneath his suit. It looked like an oblong banana covered with purple fabric. The hunk tried to act confident, but Tasha could see that he was slowly losing the struggle to contain himself and she laughed as the front of his suit twitched.
"Can I help you with something?" Tasha asked, smiling.
"I don't need any help," the hunk said with irritation.
Tasha had heard about the hunk who had been parading around the hotel like he was God's gift to women. She wanted to see for herself, see if he was really that hot. She tingled as she thought about what she would do to him. She so loved putting these Western hunks in their places, completely and utterly destroyed by a dark-skinned superior woman before they knew what hit them.
It was early evening when Tasha arrived at the pool. The area was deserted, most of the guests still finishing dinner or having cocktails at the bar. Playing a hunch, she slipped into the nearby bathhouse and sure enough, standing by a locker with his back to her was a powerful blonde haired muscle guy in a skimpy purple bikini.
She admired him for a moment, gazing at the crease above his suit where the crack between his ass cheeks started. This was going to be fun, she thought, savoring the nearly naked beefcake before her, another overconfident man just ripe for the taking.
"Hey, sweet cheeks," Tasha said seductively.
The hunk whirled around startled. Once he saw Tasha before him in her string bikini with a tiny white patch between her long, shapely, athletic legs, the front of his mini-suit began to grow.
Tasha smacked her lips, admiring the enlarged bulge and outline of the hunk's cock beneath his suit. It looked like an oblong banana covered with purple fabric. The hunk tried to act confident, but Tasha could see that he was slowly losing the struggle to contain himself and she laughed as the front of his suit twitched.
"Can I help you with something?" Tasha asked, smiling.
"I don't need any help," the hunk said with irritation.
Tasha just loved it when she got under a macho man's skin, irritating him, challenging and threatening his masculine pride.
"You're not going to get what you want from me," Tasha said, swaying before him, her arms loose at her sides.
"Like hell I won't," the hunk snarled.
Tasha laughed, nodding toward his crotch which looked like it was about to explode, the poor man's cock was twitching so much.
The hunk tool one step toward Tasha, slowed by his erection,and before his second foot could follow, her right leg shot out, catching the started man hard in the center of his chest with her foot.
Tasha watched with amusement as the muscle man grunted and smashed back against the lockers, then crashed down on his ass on the bench before them, the front of his skimpy suit pointing out toward her like a shaking pole.
It was clear the force of her kick had knocked the wind out of him, and Tasha immediately took advantage, grabbing the hunk by his legs and pulling him off the bench so he landed before her on the floor.
In a panic, he tried to scramble to his feet, turning on all fours so his ass was right in front of Tasha. She resisted the urge to upend him with a brutal kick between his legs, and instead, slipped her left arm up underneath his legs, clutching his jewels, and grabbing the back of his bikini with her other hand.
Now, she had him, Mr. Throbbing White Guy was helpless in her grip. She enjoyed his throbbing cock frantically rubbing against her arm.
"You're not going to get what you want from me," Tasha said, swaying before him, her arms loose at her sides.
"Like hell I won't," the hunk snarled.
Tasha laughed, nodding toward his crotch which looked like it was about to explode, the poor man's cock was twitching so much.
The hunk tool one step toward Tasha, slowed by his erection,and before his second foot could follow, her right leg shot out, catching the started man hard in the center of his chest with her foot.
Tasha watched with amusement as the muscle man grunted and smashed back against the lockers, then crashed down on his ass on the bench before them, the front of his skimpy suit pointing out toward her like a shaking pole.
It was clear the force of her kick had knocked the wind out of him, and Tasha immediately took advantage, grabbing the hunk by his legs and pulling him off the bench so he landed before her on the floor.
In a panic, he tried to scramble to his feet, turning on all fours so his ass was right in front of Tasha. She resisted the urge to upend him with a brutal kick between his legs, and instead, slipped her left arm up underneath his legs, clutching his jewels, and grabbing the back of his bikini with her other hand.
Now, she had him, Mr. Throbbing White Guy was helpless in her grip. She enjoyed his throbbing cock frantically rubbing against her arm.
"The party's over for you," Tasha laughed, yanking the man up by his cock and the back of his suit and then
slamming him back down on the bench.
She removed her hands and started at her male victim as he lay on the bench, his legs draped on each side of it, and his broad chest glistening above his belly button and the tip of his cock slipping out of his purple suit.
Kneeling beside the bench and the stricken stud muffin, Tasha placed her left hand gently over his mouth, and bunched up the fabric covering his crotch with her other and squeezed.
slamming him back down on the bench.
She removed her hands and started at her male victim as he lay on the bench, his legs draped on each side of it, and his broad chest glistening above his belly button and the tip of his cock slipping out of his purple suit.
Kneeling beside the bench and the stricken stud muffin, Tasha placed her left hand gently over his mouth, and bunched up the fabric covering his crotch with her other and squeezed.
The man struggled, kicking and bucking, but Tasha held him firmly in place, squeezing his cock harder until she could soon feel the pre-cum against the back of her fingers and a moment later his cock was jerking up to greet her hand.
Slipping her left hand down and around his throat, Tasha removed her right hand from the hunk's bouncing crotch and took aim with two fingers, driving them deep into his belly button. The hunk's legs shot out straight as Tasha's pushed deeper, her fingers hitting the nerve center that made the hunk's death inevitable.
Keeping her fingers in place, Tasha gracefully swung one leg over and around, nestling her bottom on the man's twitching face. She calmly began riding him, both hands now flat on his powerful chest, as she watched the death throes of his lower body, the head of his engorged cock pointing toward her as his bikini front was rising up and down.
Tasha was on fire, possessed with passion, as she started grinding her pussy over his face with frenzied abandon, watching and waiting, and then seeing, first one glob shooting out, and then a second geyser of cum shooting out and covering the hunk's washboard stomach as he moaned one last time and died.
His ride was over but Tasha was just beginning. The dead hunk was her toy, her male vibrator to be used and then abruptly abandoned as she saw fit. Cries of ecstasy were now coming as she humped his face with reckless abandon, pushing herself, moving toward sexual satisfaction at the once arrogant white man's expense.
Her cries grew louder, as she rubbed her hands across the cum on his chest, swishing it about, feeling it between her fingers, loving the truth that his dick was useless to him but not to her. As she came down harder on his face, his cock slipped further out of the purple bikini. Up and down, up and down, she continued to ride him, as she passionately flinging the top of her bikini off. The soaked head of his dick was flopping against his
stomach, as Tasha suddenly couldn't stop the urge to move down off his face and along his broad chest until there it was, his beautiful conquered cock just lying there waiting for her.
She ripped the remainder of the hunk's suit off, so he was completely naked before her lust crazed body, and then she reached down caressing his cock with both hands and bringing it up toward her breasts, resting it between them, yanking and rubbing his cock, and humping his naked body until squeezing his penis with all her might, she shuddered, rising bolt upright and then collapsed across his masculine body, her victorious
belly against his, and one hand holding his still erect cock by the side of her head.
She lay still, feeling the oozing cum between their bodies, the triumphant dark female on top of the vanquished white male. Resting, Tasha slowly regained her composure. Then, sitting up, still holding the dead hunk's cock, she shook it as if in greeting, as if being introduced for the first time, though in reality they had never been properly introduced and it has been his last time for anything.
Tasha stood over the dead hunk's body, sweat from her chest dripping on to his lifeless form which lay on the bench with his cock still very much at attention. She moved slowly down the bench, grabbing his purple bikini and casually dragging it with her hand as she continued walking until it was down and off his
legs, and then she straddled the bench, standing and looking down at her defeated male adversary in all his naked glory, dangling his purple bikini in her hand as a token of her triumph.
Slipping her left hand down and around his throat, Tasha removed her right hand from the hunk's bouncing crotch and took aim with two fingers, driving them deep into his belly button. The hunk's legs shot out straight as Tasha's pushed deeper, her fingers hitting the nerve center that made the hunk's death inevitable.
Keeping her fingers in place, Tasha gracefully swung one leg over and around, nestling her bottom on the man's twitching face. She calmly began riding him, both hands now flat on his powerful chest, as she watched the death throes of his lower body, the head of his engorged cock pointing toward her as his bikini front was rising up and down.
Tasha was on fire, possessed with passion, as she started grinding her pussy over his face with frenzied abandon, watching and waiting, and then seeing, first one glob shooting out, and then a second geyser of cum shooting out and covering the hunk's washboard stomach as he moaned one last time and died.
His ride was over but Tasha was just beginning. The dead hunk was her toy, her male vibrator to be used and then abruptly abandoned as she saw fit. Cries of ecstasy were now coming as she humped his face with reckless abandon, pushing herself, moving toward sexual satisfaction at the once arrogant white man's expense.
Her cries grew louder, as she rubbed her hands across the cum on his chest, swishing it about, feeling it between her fingers, loving the truth that his dick was useless to him but not to her. As she came down harder on his face, his cock slipped further out of the purple bikini. Up and down, up and down, she continued to ride him, as she passionately flinging the top of her bikini off. The soaked head of his dick was flopping against his
stomach, as Tasha suddenly couldn't stop the urge to move down off his face and along his broad chest until there it was, his beautiful conquered cock just lying there waiting for her.
She ripped the remainder of the hunk's suit off, so he was completely naked before her lust crazed body, and then she reached down caressing his cock with both hands and bringing it up toward her breasts, resting it between them, yanking and rubbing his cock, and humping his naked body until squeezing his penis with all her might, she shuddered, rising bolt upright and then collapsed across his masculine body, her victorious
belly against his, and one hand holding his still erect cock by the side of her head.
She lay still, feeling the oozing cum between their bodies, the triumphant dark female on top of the vanquished white male. Resting, Tasha slowly regained her composure. Then, sitting up, still holding the dead hunk's cock, she shook it as if in greeting, as if being introduced for the first time, though in reality they had never been properly introduced and it has been his last time for anything.
Tasha stood over the dead hunk's body, sweat from her chest dripping on to his lifeless form which lay on the bench with his cock still very much at attention. She moved slowly down the bench, grabbing his purple bikini and casually dragging it with her hand as she continued walking until it was down and off his
legs, and then she straddled the bench, standing and looking down at her defeated male adversary in all his naked glory, dangling his purple bikini in her hand as a token of her triumph.