It was a beautiful hot sunny day and in line with the first few days of their Haitian holiday, Linda and husband Patrick, both
twenty-three, lay sunning themselves on the golden expanse of sand near their hotel. The beach was deserted but for a few knots of
sunbathers in the distance.
Linda was very tipsy and relaxed and had been sleeping but now, feeling aroused, slid full length on top of Patrick. As she was
wearing only a minuscule green bikini she could feel every contour of his body. Her soft breasts crushed against his chest and especially
the hard bulge she had trapped between her clamping thighs, pressing it against the moist, yielding warmth of her womanhood.. Sighing, she
wriggled contentedly, tickling his nipples with her tongue, nipping slightly, hearing him groan with desire. One hand stroked her
shoulder-length blonde hair and the other slipped under her bikini, caressing a smooth firm cheek of her bottom, delving into the cool cleft
between. Undulating her hips very slightly, she pressed harder against his manhood.
Linda had all but forgotten the incident a few hours earlier when, showing her pass for access to the private beach, a haughty black
woman from the private security force which policed this Haitian offshore island belonging to her employer, took an interest in her handbag.
She had been jumpy, conscious of what was in there and frustrated because the promised contact and collection of the ‘medicinal’ drugs she
had brought with her at the request of one of her employer’s managers hadn’t yet taken place.
Linda was left holding a potentially dangerous baby and didn’t know exactly what the powder was, didn’t want to know either.
Fulfilling her part of the bargain in bringing it out here would clear her debts and earn her a free holiday. That and other considerations
helped to decide that doing the little errand, just slipping it in her luggage, was the right thing to do. She kept the plastic phials at
all times with her make-up, hoping someone would soon contact her, not daring to leave it in the hotel room, but now wondering whether that
decision had been the right one.
When the Negress had expressed a womanly interest in her make-up bag Linda’s temper had snapped and she had told the officious woman
to bugger off.
“Fat cow, don’t be so damned nosy or I’ll call the real police on the main island.” The evil look with which the woman received her
tirade would always haunt her.
The sun and her several lunchtime drinks were making her drowsy, fine sand trailed through her slim fingers, her eyes grew heavy with
sleep but she became aware of two dark, official-looking figures walking towards them across the beach. With a start Linda realised they
were the island security people and that one was the same Negress. They had been moving from one group of sunbathers to another – searching
Suddenly the huge, stern woman was before them, smiling like a tigress. The young Negro guard with her sat down on the beach next to
her handbag but thankfully ignored it, content with a can of beer and a newspaper. He smiled at Linda lying on top of Patrick as they both
struggled to adjust themselves, before concentrating on his reading. Linda rolled back onto the beach, licking her lips nervously, her mouth
"Mr and Mrs Brewer, such a touching scene," the Negress smiled. "So we meet again so soon after acting suspiciously when I glanced in
your bag - and your insulting me. I do hope my fat figure isn’t blocking your sun.”
Patrick cleared his throat nervously. Linda had only recently told him of the ‘favour’ she had done to get the holiday and clear her
"Look, I'm, we're sorry about before, we didn't mean ?"
The woman silenced him with a dismissive wave of her hand, continuing; "You made me look and feel very silly and now I shall do the
same to you."
"Look, we said we are sorry but you cannot just ..." Linda gasped, heart pounding, wishing she was sober, wishing the Negro wasn’t so
close to her bag, feeling vulnerable.
"You must understand," the Negress interrupted again," that I can do anything on this island. And I do believe I smell alcohol on your
breath. Public drunkenness is an offence.”
“Shut up!” she interrupted. “I intend giving you a lesson in humility before I go off duty. Please, both take off your costumes, clasp
your hands behind your heads and stand legs astride to be searched."
“What! Here? You cannot ?” Linda’s voice trailed off as she looked around at the distant clumps of tourists, not wanting to provoke a
scene, seeing the Negro’s hand resting casually on her handbag.
Patrick was about to protest but the woman stooped to pick up Linda’s bag, dangling it before them. Did they know she had anything to
hide? Linda hoped not, but didn’t want to put it to the test.
"We'd better do it," she sighed, the drinks lowering her inhibitions, yet gulping as she stood, glancing again at the distant
tourists, a witness to their shame. If they were looking they’d think they were common criminals being searched. She touched Patrick's
muscular arm for reassurance, then reached around to unfasten the tiny top of her bikini, letting her beautiful small, pear-shaped breasts
spill out. Crimson-faced she hooked her fingers in her tiny bikini pants, bending to slide them off. Both now stood naked as demanded, the
posture thrusting Linda's boobs towards her tormentor.
“Hah, please,” she whispered, red-faced, as the woman’s huge black hands cupped her boobs, holding her precious fruit, making her orbs
bounce. Shamefully, she felt her nipples ripening like berries against the palms.
She looked down, trying to ignore the smiling eyes of their tormentor whose hands now roamed at will over her exposed body, probing,
cupping and delving intimately. The public and enforced exposure of her body was humiliating. However, being also somewhat of an
exhibitionist, proud of its beauty, she relished the thought of any male sunbathers devouring it with greedy eyes - yet unable to touch.
With a demeaning pat on her bottom, the woman finished with her and turned to Patrick. Furtively, Linda glanced as those hands now
played with her husband’s body, stroking flesh which was so familiar to her, seeing his erection spring to life under her ministrations. His
expression and bodily reaction gave her a tiny thrill of pleasure before she again had her own problems to worry about.
“Lay face down in the sand, both of you,” the Negress ordered. “We’ll just look down, there.” She smirked at the sight of the two
white bottoms presented to her, one hard and muscular, the other smooth and rounded. She trailed a finger down the curve of the blonde’s
spine, feeling her shiver before she splayed a broad hand across her flinching cheeks.
"Very nice. Now move apart a little and spread-eagle arms and legs wide", she instructed. It's a lovely day isn't it?" She sat between
the two with a thud which reverberated through the sand, trailing a hand down Patrick’s back too, leaving it also resting casually on his
When no reply was forthcoming her hand slapped down across both pairs of white globes.
“Arghh, oohh!" both yelped, pressing their hands to their stinging backsides.
"It’s rude to ignore people. 'Yes Madam' is the way you should answer me, your superior, and spread-eagle again. I didn't damn well
tell you to move! Understand?"
"Yes Madam," Linda managed between gritted teeth as they resumed their positions.
"Excellent," her tormentor purred, stroking over the shivering quivering flesh of each bottom.
“Ugghh,” the blonde gasped as a black thumb began to delve between her cool globes, resting against the hot bud of her anus, poised on
the entrance, teasing before slowly delving within.
The Negress smiled, probing Patrick too, feeling each rubbery button trying to reject her invading digit. Both pairs of cheeks
clenched at the intrusion. Sometimes her husband called her kinky or gay. A lot depended on her mood at the time but it was hard to deny the
pure aphrodisiac of power at doing such things to posh folk and the blonde was so cute, she thought. She felt that life was so good as her
fingers twisted and turned within the tight heat of the woman who had insulted her.
Linda's face was turned towards Patrick, her beautiful wide blue eyes framed in an exquisite face concealing her inner feelings as she
felt the finger in her orifice, filling and stretching her unnaturally. Although she felt disgusted, soiled at the assault there was also a
drink-induced, relaxed shiver of pleasure. Although their lovemaking was good, Patrick was not what you would call an inventive lover and
she didn't feel able to actually ask him to do some of the things she thought she would enjoy.
She remembered, years earlier, she and a teenage schoolgirl friend exploring each other and the intense feeling as the girl's finger
pushed into her tight bottom. She had rubbed herself hard against the other fingers of the girl's hand to produce what she recalled as her
first orgasm. She could never ask Patrick to touch her in there though, nor suggest that she take his wonderful pulsing organ between her
lips and suck it dry. Patrick would have been shocked, even after two years of marriage.
Linda tried to conceal a little moan brought on both by the feel of the finger within her and the sight of the black hand spread
across Patrick's white bottom, the large black digit disappearing between his cheeks. He was so strong and powerful and yet now so impotent.
The shame of her situation was mixed with a trickle of hidden pleasure, but also the guilt at the enjoyment it gave. It was a secret
enjoyment in a ‘safe’ public environment, which she would never admit to anyone. Yet why should she feel guilt? This situation left her no
choice, did it? And who could have believed an hour ago that she and Patrick would be lying naked on the beach with a Negress exploring
"Legs wider, please, show me it all, girl," instructed their tormentor. She smiled at the sight of Linda's beautiful velvet lips
covered in soft down. Her forefinger stroked softly forward and she felt the girl tremble under her touch.
Linda could feel herself getting hot between her legs, mainly a response to the afternoon drinks she guessed. The woman couldn't help
but be aware of it. She looked again at Patrick, hoping he would never know the twinge of pleasure this was giving her, encouraged by the
sight of the hand on him.
"A little game now,” the woman smirked. “ You both open your mouths wide, wider than that,” she insisted until their mouths gaped.
“Now, as my fingers go into you both, up your arses, I want your tongues sticking out. The deeper I push into you, the further you poke your
tongue out. Go!” she instructed, fingers burrowing deeper into each tight hot ring.
The woman could barely conceal her smirk as, like puppets, her victims protruded their tongues in proportion to the depth of her
explorations, enjoying the sight of the blonde’s wide mouth and ridiculously extended, quivering pink tongue as her finger pushed up to the
knuckle in her rubbery heat.
“Keeping your mouths wide, I want you rutting like the animals you are," ordered the woman. "Work your hips up and down, pretend
you’re fucking the sand, fuck my fingers. Go!"
Oh the shame, the exquisite shame Linda felt. She needed almost no encouragement to jerk her hips around and up and down on that
finger. It came as a blessed relief to be told to do so, then to see Patrick's bottom similarly pumping up and down into the sand with the
black finger embedded in him, his mouth and tongue gaping. Now the woman's other fingers were lightly brushing the velvet skin of her vulva.
They dipped slightly between those wide, moist yet silky portals of lust and were rubbing against the erect bud of her clitoris, which had
become the centre of her universe. For her, everything revolved around the second and third fingers, including her wildly gyrating hips,
buttock cheeks uncontrollably clenching around them.
Suddenly the fingers stopped their wonderful rhythm and Linda almost bit her lip in frustration.
"Let's see who deserves my thumb the most," the Negress mused. "I want to see which one of you can grip it the hardest, squeeze your
arse and you keep the others.”
Linda saw Patrick awkwardly clenching his bottom around the hand but Linda's actions was fostered in desperation, she didn't want to
lose the other fingers within her, they were beginning to slide out. Frantically she squeezed her sphincter muscles together to hold it,
feeling her hot tube grip the intruder, like a baby holding its mother's fingers. She knew her bottom was ridiculously lifting off the sand
but she was still somehow holding that precious digit within the hot elasticity of her rosebud anus. The black hand parted company from
Patrick's bottom and the free hand gave her own a playful slap.
"Well, didn't you just want to keep that finger up you and so you shall for a while longer as a reward," she smiled, resuming her
light stroking within Linda's sex lips.
Linda’s toes were clenching and she was licking her lips, wondering if the woman would actually make her come, when the hand stopped
again and thumb withdrew altogether from her puckered ring with a soft 'plop'. She tried to disguise her squirming shudder of
"On your knees girl, up, up!" the Negress demanded.
Biting her full red lips Linda knelt up on the sand, her breasts bouncing lightly, the nipples all too obviously erect buds of
passion. The woman seemed to smile secretly at her.
"Right my man, up you get too and stand right in front of her", the woman requested. Patrick was about to protest but, with a glance
at the nearby boy still reading by her handbag, he reluctantly obeyed.
Linda could see the reason for his hesitation, at least six rigid inches of it as he too had become aroused under the expert
ministrations of the Negress. A few specs of sand stuck to the purple head of Patrick's organ, trapped by the drops of moisture that had
oozed from within.
"Lick off the sand then every inch of his balls and prick till it shines," came the secretly welcome command.
Linda felt Patrick's deep intake of breath as she lightly held his erect member in one cool hand, the tip of her tongue flicking over
"Hold her tits."
She gasped in pleasure as his two strong hand reached down to hold the soft yet tight skin of her breasts, deliciously squeezing, the
buttons of her nipples brushing against his palms as he squashed the smooth skin up against her ribcage. Now a thumb and forefinger actually
held and lifted her nipples, twisting softly and pulling them out. Electric circles of desire rippled over her flesh and the spear of her
husband's manhood throbbed deeper into her mouth as her fingers fluttered like a butterfly over his flanks, holding his clenching buttocks.
Linda's eyes were molten pools of desire as her mouth moved back and forth, her tongue stabbing and darting lightly up and down his
throbbing length. She had longed to do this to him for so very long and now the drink and her lack of responsibility for her actions were
helping. It began to twitch; his grip on her breasts intensified and with a series of gasps from above she could suddenly taste him in her
mouth as he pumped his lust into her.