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Jamaican Cocksman Part 2

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After taking me out of the bath, he lay me on the bed and rubbed my body with coconut oil.

He went into the kitchen and returned with a bottle of rum.

Him: Come you need something hard and stiff

Me: I thought you gave that to me earlier

He handed me the rum and it was so strong, he just watched me sipping it slowly and laughed.

Him: Tell me, how long yuh staying for?

Me: I’m here for a couple of weeks and then I go back home

Him: Long enough for me to wuk you good

Me: Is that right?

I finished the rum and put my hand on his cock and stroked his balls, but then I stopped. It was getting late, they would be wondering where I was but at that point I just had to have him.

Him: You want me to bring you back?

Me: No, I’m grown, they can manage without me for a while

Him: Bad gyal

I followed him and he pointed to the hills and said “Before yuh leave, I am taking you up there”.

The sky was beautiful, pitch black and full of stars and every now and again you could hear the crickets and caught sight of the peenie wallie with their sparks of light.

A lizard ran across the room, I had gotten used to them, not like the first time when I ran away because I was scared…

He kissed me on my neck, then my lips, touched my hips and his found his way to my inner thighs and brushed his fingers against them until I was breathing heavily.

The hair from his beard tickled and scratched me at the same time, I looked at him, was this the same man who had just fucked me with such rawness? Now he was like a new lover.

Him: Talk, say what is on your mind

Me: You, you just switch up on me

Him: Variety baby

I looked at him properly, he was tall and had beautiful brown eyes, jet black hair with waves, I kept on touching it.

He kissed me again, I reached for the coconut oil so that I could return the favour and caress his skin, which was so soft.

Before I could go any further he motioned for me to follow him. We walked to the yard, which was surrounded by flowers, bushes and rows of fruit trees. He scooped up some mangoes and put them on a plate, he sliced them and fed them to me.

Me: They taste sweet

Him: Not sweeter than you

He reached for me, took my breasts in his hands and bit my nipples lifted me up and placed me on the steps and parted my legs, his tongue seeking out my pussy I pushed him inside and moaned “Yes”. I placed my hand over my mouth, I had forgotten that we were out in the yard, where we could be heard.

I begged him to fuck me and he moaned “No baby” and I was not sure what he meant, but then I soon found out.

The remainder of the mangoes were close by he took a slice and rubbed it on my nipples and licked off the juices.

Me: Please fuck me

He entered me gently and I knew that he wanted to make love. I felt his tongue invading my mouth, the rain fell but we just kept on grinding each other. His hands were everywhere, in my hair, touching my breasts he paused and rubbed my clit.

Me: I’m coming, I’m coming

Him: Stay with me

Me: I can’t, you know I can’t

I rotated my hips and began to moan, I gripped his cock with my pussy trying to pull him right into me.

That’s when we heard voices:

“Where is she? She said she would be back in five minutes”

Me: Oh no, they are going to find us

Him: Hush baby

They had left, but I knew that they would come back, they were not stupid.

Me: I can’t leave, not like this

Him: I want you to stay

Me: Mr Loverman

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Jamaican Cocksman Part 1

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Jamaican men ooze sexuality, bravado, they have style, more over they have stamina – and yes I have had sex with black men from other nationalities but Jamaican men are a preference of mine.

He placed my hand on his cock and said “You see how big my cock is baby, are you sure you can manage this”. I gave him a squeeze and stuck my tongue in his mouth. He slipped two fingers inside my thong and rubbed my pussy.

Me: We better leave, they are watching us

Him: Yes, let’s go because I have to fuck you tonight

Me: I hope you are not bragging

He laughed and took me to his place, I got comfortable and watched him take his clothes off, at first when I saw his boxer shorts, I thought he had put a pair of socks in them, he could not possibly be that big.

Me: Ok very funny, remove the socks

Him: I already have

Me: Oh no, you really are that big

Him: It’s not too late for you to change your mind

Me: No it’s alright, I’ll be ok

At that moment I was thinking I better start praying there was no way I was going to manage, maybe with lots of foreplay and some lube. He must have read my mind and pulled me close to him, kissed me all over and played with my hair.

I kept on staring at the monster between his legs, how big was it? I wanted to ask him but I just tried to imagine what it would feel like in my pussy instead.

Him: I love to fuck black pussy, especially tight black pussy

Me: So I’m just a black cunt to you?

Him: No baby, I love every ting about black woman

Me: Well I love black men especially Jamaican men

I cushioned his cock with my tits and he rubbed faster and faster until his spunk covered them, I smoothed his cum into my skin.

Him: Open your legs

Me: Ram my pussy hard baby

He tried to get in but he could not, I put some lube on his cock and he just got a few inches in and I was breathing heavily. He stopped and licked my pussy, ate me so good that I was all wet and juicy.

Me: Push your cock in now

Him: You sure?

Me: Yes

I opened my legs really wide for him, he held onto my ankles and plunged in.

Him: You alright

Me: Yes, oh my god, you are so fucking big

Him: You want me to slow down

Me: No, fuck me hard and fast

Him: Baby, you still need to walk out of here

Me: I said fuck me hard and fast

With that said he pushed his cock in and fucked me, I mean he really fucked me, pulling his cock out and thrusting it back in, lifting me off the bed and fucking me against the wall, turning me upside down and ramming his cock in me, again and again.

At one point he fucked me with his back facing me, his big black cock was making me crazy.

Him: Your pussy is nice and tight

Me: You like it?

Him: Yes

Me: Ram it hard then

Him: You want me to jook it out

Me: Yes ram it out bad bwoy

Him: You can take it, you like my big cock?

Me: Yes, ram it, ram out mi pussy

Him: Take it gal, take it gal

Me: Ram it out, ram out mi pussy

Him: Yuh is one bad bitch

Me: Bad like yuh cock, ram it, jook it, fuck mi pussy

He pulled out and squirted his come in my mouth, it was a endless stream of hot frothy liquid. I had to swallow it.

Within minutes he was hard again, I rode his cock and he grabbed my tits, while saying “That’s it ride my cock, take my cock”. My pussy was so wet and tight, it gripped his cock and the air was being knocked out of my cunt. He raised and lowered me onto his cock.

Me: Yes, fuck it, fuck it, fuck it, fuck my pussy

Him: You want it harder

I moaned “Yes” he spun me over and had me pinned to the bed and screwed me so hard, that I could not move, he just kept on ramming his cock in until I squirted all over him.

I lay on the bed and he could tell that I had never been fucked like that.

He lifted me up and held me and wrapped his arms around me.

Me: You were not bragging

Him: Are you alright?

Me: Yes

He ran me a bath, washed me so gently and stroked my pussy until I came. I kissed his cock and caressed his balls.

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Kinky Fuckers Part 3

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If you have been reading my blog for a while then I’m assuming that you know all about Big Bamboo, Ten Inches of Jamaica and read Kinky Fuckers Part 1 and 2, if not what are you waiting for:)

Having reread the posts I saw a pattern:

Jamaican men

Pussy eating

Church men that were kinky

But my involvement with freaky pastors started way before Ten Inches of Jamaica.

This is how it all began.

He was beautiful, full soft lips and a fit body to match. When I met him he had a prominent position in the church and I really could not understand what he saw in me.

As I had clearly told him that I keep my bible at home and my church in my heart, I was not in regular attendance.

Yet he pursued me, he practically cornered me and let me know how sexy I was, he wanted to kiss, lick and caress.

I tried my best to pay attention when he was talking but all I could think about was whether he was any good in bed, if he was really kinky.

Him: What are you worried about?

Me: You are a Christian

Him: Yes I know

Me: So how can you even think about sleeping with me

Him: Actually I was thinking about a relationship

Me: Oh

We had a relationship, an interesting one, he prayed before we had sex, I was always used to ask him why. He said that it was because he wanted our union to be blessed.

He looked so sexy, with his suit on and a tie, so smart. How many preachers wear tight boxer shorts? I could not wait to get his clothes off.

I have never used so much honey, whipped cream and chocolate sauce in my life, preacher man had a very sweet tooth. His favourite thing was to pour everything on me and lick it off.

We spent most of our time fucking each other silly, his cock in my mouth, pussy and in between my tits. He had a thing about my arse and would rub it with cocoa butter.

One night he confessed that he wanted to watch me with another woman, and I said that I was not up for it.

He whispered in my ear and said:

“Baby, imagine her soft tongue on your clit, licking you tasting you, would you like that?”.

I tried hard not to get turned on, but I could not help it. He slowly pushed his fingers into my pussy and I moaned.

“Her mouth is over you, she touches your tits, plays with your nipples. She is teasing you, she wants to fuck you”.

“Stop it, stop talking like that”

“Why?”

“You know why”

“This is turning you on, the thought of a woman with big tits, licking your clit, making you scream”

“Shit, shit, shit, fuck me with your fingers, fuck me hard”.

The phone rang it was of the members from the church, they were on their way over.

“Fuck, we better clear up this mess”. I was in a panic, the house smelt of sex.

We opened up all of the windows, I sprayed air freshener, when it had finished I used my perfume instead.

The house looked good, we put our clothes back on and I sat looking innocent.

A few minutes later, one of the church sisters was chatting away with him, telling him all her problems and I heard her say:

If only he could just behave himself, resist the temptation of sex. You are a perfect example.

She came in to greet me, we spoke for a bit and she left.

“Wow, that went well”

“It was close, we forgot to put away the honey, my boxer shorts were on the floor”

“What? She must have seen them”

“Come here”

We kissed each other and then I felt his fingers in my pussy again and I moaned “Put your cock inside” and he whispered “Pretend I’m a woman fucking you with a strap on”.

I closed my eyes and fantasised that it was a woman fucking me from behind, her hands on my hips, pulling me closer to her, grabbing my hair and pinching my nipples

My fantasy shocked me, as I even thought about what she would look and feel like, a voluptuous woman, soft skin, big breasts with a gentle touch and a wicked smile.

I would suck her strap on and look into her eyes and caress the round cheeks of her arse.

She would position me in a 69, so that we could taste each other’s sweet pussy until orgasm.

My fantasy came to a halt as I felt him thrust harder and harder and I knew that he was about to fill me up.

The following Sunday he went to church, things went crazy after that. Miss Chatty Church Sister had seen the stuff we left out and told everyone.

It was late and my phone rang, he wanted to talk:

“They know, we can’t see each other any more”

“Ok, I’m upset but I knew that this could happen”

“Look, you need a man who is honest with you, not all this shit”

“Yeah, I know”

The thing is as much I knew that I was playing with fire, so to speak, it was just too exciting for me at the time. I liked the rush and the excitement.

Not all church men are like that, maybe the ones I met were not sure whether they wanted to be fully involved in the church, they struggled with repression.

Maybe that was the attraction for me, as I was battling with the restrictions in my life, some of them self imposed.

Some of the best sex I have had has been with men from the church. They were keen, they were Kinky Fuckers.

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