Mandy stared out of the van’s window as it slowly moved forward. The traffic was bumper-to-bumper and had been so for the last thirty minutes. Her parents, Josh and Harriet, chatted with the driver while Mandy was miserable in the back seat. It wasn’t only the traffic; it was also the downpour, which had just started. It was so bad she could hardly see the cars passing in the opposite lane. Panama, the tropics, white beaches and palm trees- yeah, right, she thought. There was no internet connection in the van, so she couldn’t even talk to her friends back home. At sixteen, Mandy had a large social life with many good friends and acquaintances, both online and in real life. Even though she would only be gone for a week, it felt like an eternity.

“Look, there it is, honey. We are almost there,” squealed her mother while pointing at something.

“What?”

“There, can’t you see the sign? It shows every so often when the rain slows down.”

Mandy peered out the window, and then she saw it. A large sign with a couple and their kids on a beach with the blue ocean behind them. It looked marvelous, if you like that kind of shit. Mandy’s skin was white, whiter than most white people, and she didn’t like being in the sun too long. She easily burned, and then her skin would peel, making her look like a pizza of some sort.

The van turned left and entered a smaller road, and just like that the rain stopped and the sun was shining.

“That’s normal in Panama. We get these short, intense rains during the rainy season,” said the driver as he sped up.

They stopped at the main entrance where a young man ushered them forward. He was dressed in khaki shorts and an aquamarine-colored shirt where the resort's name was: Banana Resort and SPA. Weird name, thought Mandy as she climbed out and pulled out her backpack behind her.

The porter presented himself as Michael and loaded their bags on a cart, and they followed him into the reception. It was large and open, so there was a breeze coming through, helped by massive ceiling fans. Mandy’s dad took care of the paperwork, and they got their keys. Mandy had her own room next to her parents with an adjoining door. When she walked in, the view did impress her. The ocean was just a few hundred yards away, and between that and her room was a large swimming pool with surprisingly few people in it. She gave Michael a tip, and he left, and she began to unpack. She had brought a few sundresses, sandals, tennis shoes, a sweater, and one bikini. She had never liked pants or shorts. She had long legs and a good body, and she wasn’t shy to show it off. This had led to a few awkward and a couple of very pleasant experiences in her young life. Just a week before, an older man had given her a compliment about her looks and being well-educated; she said thank you, and he followed that with how he wanted to fuck her up the ass. She had given him the finger and walked off. 

There was a knock on the door, and when she opened it, her parents stood there. “Hey, do you want to come down for drinks at the bar?”

Mandy checked the time. It was only one in the afternoon. “Isn’t a bit early for booze, even for you two?”

Her father grinned. “Honey, we are on vacation. We’ll see you at the bar.”

She changed from her traveling clothes into a light-yellow sundress and sandals. She didn’t wear a bra because the dress was tight enough to keep her boobs in check, even though they bounced seductively when she walked, which she, of course, knew.

The bar was much busier than the pool, with several couples and families having drinks and snacks. They must have come in when it began to rain and hadn’t left yet, she figured.

Her parents already had large glasses with a colorful liquid in them, and there was a little umbrella and a stirring stick with a paper strawberry at one end.

“Honey, what do you want to drink? This is some fruit punch, and it has a lot of punch to it,” said her mom and giggled like a little girl.

“I’ll have a soda.”

The waiter came around and took her order and asked if they wanted snacks, which they did. A little while later, he came back with the soda and a large plate of barbecued meats and something yellow and flat. “Patacones, fried banana,” he said and pointed at the yellow pieces. 

“Fried bananas, oh my god, where am I?” sighed Mandy.

Her dad tried one and said she should too, and she did. They weren’t as bad as she had thought, and she realized she was quite hungry. The food on the plane from Houston had sucked as expected. 

While her parents talked, she looked around and spotted a young man in the garden, just outside the bar. He wore a green baseball cap and gloves, and his face was covered with a bandana, which made him look like a bank robber. She could see his eyes, and they looked straight at her, and she blushed. He winked at her and then moved on, pulling grass and other unwanted vegetation from between the flowers and putting them in a plastic bag. Every time she looked over at him, he was looking back and either winked or waved at her.

She couldn’t see what he looked like due to the bandana, but he seemed to be a few years older than her and very fit. His arms were muscular from work, not a gym, and his legs were strong- the parts she could see, not covered by his shorts. She finished her drink and told her parents she would go for a walk. 

They were already on their second round of drinks and paid her little attention. Strolling through the bar towards the pool, she could feel the young man’s gaze following her, and just to tease him, she put some extra swing into her hips, and he followed her, just like a puppy.

At twenty-five, Carlos was a man who had had his share of pussy over the years. At first it was the girls in the village where he lived, and he got a reputation. He was smart enough to wear a condom, so he had no children. Then, when he got the job at the hotel a couple of years earlier, he found a new way to satisfy his sexual needs: the tourists. He was surprised how easy it was to get into their panties.  A few kind words, a wink, and a smile usually were all they needed. Sometimes they were single, sometimes married, but he didn’t care. They had one thing in common, though: they were older, sometimes twice his age. He didn’t mind it, but he had longed for a young girl, a young tourist that he could seduce. 

Was the girl walking in front of him her, maybe? He hoped so. Her green eyes had spoken to him earlier; they had said, "I’m here, I see you." He had sure as fuck, seen her. The moment she walked into the bar, his hungry eyes followed her and stared at her bouncy boobs and later her firm ass, which moved seductively under her short dress. She was young, alright, but she had had cock before, maybe even many, but at least one. She didn’t have the, deer in high lights, look many younger girls got when he flirted with them. Like if they froze and didn’t know what to do or say. Often, they weren’t even aware of how sensual or sexy they looked, which was a waste, he thought.

No, no, this one, she knew, and she flaunted it so everyone could see. She went down to the pool, and after taking off a sandal, she dipped her foot in the water. She looked around, and when she saw him, she smiled and beckoned him to come over. 

He was sweaty and dirty, and his clothes were smudged with earth. There were even a few leaves on his T-shirt.

“Hi, do you speak English?” she said.

“A little. What do you want?”

“Nothing, really. You were staring at me before, so I thought you had something on your mind.”

Carlos became unsure of himself; this wasn’t the normal way this usually went. “Ah, you looked at me.”

“Yeah, you were staring at me. Again, what do you want?”

“I think you are pretty.” Fuck, that was such a shitty line, he thought and sighed.

She laughed. “Thank you. I can’t say the same about you, since your face is covered.”

“Oh, sorry.” He took off the bandana, and a dark brown, almost black face with a large mouth and a small nose looked back at her. He wasn’t handsome, but he wasn’t ugly.

“There you are. Nice to meet you. I’m Mandy.”

He wiped his hands on his shorts and then shook hers. “Carlos is my name. Nice to meet you.”

She looked around and back at him. “Can you hang out with the guests, or is that prohibited? The reason I ask is that I haven’t seen anyone my age.”

“Sorry, we can’t, not on hotel grounds.” It was true, of course, but he didn’t want to tell her the many times he had broken that rule and jumped over balconies to find a horny woman waiting for him inside.

“Do you live around here?”

“Yeah, sure, just down the road. Why do you ask?”

“I’ll be honest, you saw my parents; in about an hour they will be fucked up drunk and go back to the room to sleep. Then they will get up for dinner, drink more, and at nine they are in dreamland again. I’ll get bored; I need things to do.”

Carlos thought for a moment. “Ok, I can pick you up at nine, but not from the lobby. Meet me on the beach.” 

They said goodbye, and Carlos went back to his duties, and Mandy wandered back to her room and the wonderful AC that was waiting for her. Lying on her bed, she couldn’t get Carlos's face out of her mind. She had never been attracted to the pretty boys like her friends. She liked them a bit rough around the edges. She was drawn to manual labor kind of guys, construction workers, carpenters, and such. Her first guy had been a bricklayer, and she still remembered his rough hands kneading her boobs as he licked her pussy. They had met because he was the cousin of one of her friends. He had quickly seduced her, and in the shack in the backyard he had laid her down on the workbench, lifted her skirt and then pulled her panties away from her pussy. He did fuck her; it had hurt, and afterward Mandy was ashamed that she had given up her virginity so easily in a shack. She knew why; her body told her so, and her pussy apparently was stronger than her brain. The shame didn’t last for long. Like many young women after having their first cock, she was hooked on them and wanted more of all sizes and colors.

Luckily, her parents hadn’t figured out what she was up to when she wasn’t at home or at school; if they had, they would have been mighty upset.

She went down to dinner with her parents, and the restaurant was quite full. People lined up at the buffet, and with so many dishes to choose from, there was no way Mandy could try them all. She was nervous but also excited about meeting Carlos. The possibility of him wanting to have sex with her was high, and she didn’t mind it; she knew how guys were, but she wasn’t sure if she should let him have her that same night. After all, she would be at the resort for a week, so they had plenty of time. But she had been without sex for a month, so her pussy was eager to get stretched and licked. Knowing herself well, she figured she most likely would give it to Carlos if he tried.

When nine o'clock came around, she told her, by now, quite drunk parents that she had met some teens earlier and that they would hang out. She went to the bathroom, then walked down toward the pool, where the stairs to the beach began. 

Carlos sat on a large tree trunk that had been washed ashore some time ago. He had taken a shower and changed into clean shorts and a polo shirt. He saw her walk across the sand towards him and got up.

“Hi, I’m happy you showed up,” he said.

“Why wouldn’t I?”

“Well, I’m a stranger; you are in a different country- all kinds of reasons.”

She smiled at him, and the moonlight caught her eyes. She was very beautiful. “If I say I will do something, I do it. Did you bring something to drink?”

He picked up a plastic bag and, from it, a bottle of a clear liquid. “Sorry, I couldn’t bring ice, but the bottle has been in the freezer for many hours. It’s Seco, a Panamanian drink made of sugar cane.”

“Like rum?”

“Similar, but not as strong, and it doesn’t really have any taste. Here, try it.”

He gave her the bottle, and she unscrewed the top and took a sip. He was right; it didn’t burn down her throat, but was rather smooth. “Not bad,” she said and gave him the bottle.

They sat down on the trunk, and he asked about her home, friends, interests, and so on. The warm sand became cold under their bare feet, and the breeze picked up. Carlos noticed that she had goosebumps on her arms. “Are you cold?”

“Not really, I like it like this. The heat during the day is horrible.” 

They sat in silence for a moment; the tension in the air was obvious, but who would make the first move? Carlos did, by placing his warm hand on her naked thigh. She didn’t pull away but sat still, waiting to see what he would do next. She didn’t have to wait long before his hand slowly began moving up until it touched the hem of her dress.

She turned to him and used her hand to turn his face to hers. She then kissed him slowly on the lips, and he responded. They made out sitting down, and his hands slid under her dress, and she spread her legs a little. As the ridge of his hand touched her pussy through her panties, she gasped. Her hand moved across his thigh and to the front of his shorts. She had touched many guys cock’s through their shorts and pants, but when she felt him, she pulled her hand away, and they came apart.

“Is that your...?” she said in a whisper.

“Yeah.”

She swallowed and looked down at his crotch. Something moved under the cloth, and she said, “It’s quite big, like really big.”

Carlos laughed. “Yes, it is. Would you like to see it? I can show you?”

Mandy giggled. “Sure, let me take a peek.” 

He got up and stood in front of her. Slowly he opened his belt, then the button, and finally pulled down the zipper. His cock sprang out, and Mandy fell backward into the sand where she lay saying, “Oh my, holy shit, fuck me, that’s huge!”

Carlos smiled down at her and then helped her up so she was sitting on the trunk again. "I hope it didn’t scare you.”

Mandy stared at the cock in front of her. She didn’t have a ruler with her, but between her experiences and what her friends had told her, she figured it was somewhere close to 12 inches. The head was the size of a ping-pong ball. She reached out and let her fingers wrap around it at the base, and the fingertips were far apart when she looked.

“Is this ok?” she asked.

“Sure, I don’t mind.” 

In the moonlight, Mandy could see the cock clearly, but clouds drifted across the moon, and it became darker. She could only feel it in her hand, and it was something so exciting that if someone had asked her how it was, she wouldn’t have words to explain it. The sheer hardness and the girth made her want to suck it. She opened her mouth as wide as she could and worked the head inside until it filled her mouth. She looked up at Carlos, who smiled at her.

He loved how her lips went taut around the shaft and how her eyes bulged as she began to suck it. She only went down a bit past half the shaft, and he didn’t want to push her. He sucked him slowly, which was a bit different. Most women, once they had his cock in their mouth, would go all porn star and suck and drawl like there was no tomorrow. Not Mandy. She used her tongue around the head and along the shaft, sucking his balls and teasing them with her tongue. He realized that he would be able to hold out a lot longer than with the other type of blowjob. 

Mandy began to stroke the shaft with both her hands while sucking on the head. His precum ran out, and she swallowed every drop, and when she felt him begin to move, she knew he was close. She wasn’t sure if she should swallow or not, and it was in the last second as he began to moan and groan that she decided to let him come over her boobs.

Carlos watched as Mandy pulled down her dress, exposing her lovely boobs, and then he shot several globs of white cum over them. He had thought she would swallow, but he was fine with coming on those supple titties of hers. Their pink nipples hard and ready for him to suck.

Mandy was a bit of a tease, so after she had licked him clean, she put his cock back in his pants and closed his shorts.

“There you are,” she said and gently patted the bulge at the front.

Carlos was confused. He had hoped that he at least would be able to lick her pink pussy or maybe even fuck her, but that apparently wasn’t her plan.

“What about you? I feel that I have cheated you out of an orgasm,” he said after sitting down next to her.

She picked up the bottle and took a long drink from it before saying, “You have a massive cock, and I want to be able to enjoy it in a bed, and be able to take my time, not a quick fuck on the beach.”

“Yeah, that makes sense. Also, if the sand gets in there, it’s a horror show.”

They laughed and had a few more drinks before he walked her back to the stairs leading up to the hotel. He kissed her on the mouth, and she whispered in his ear. “I love your cock, and I’m looking forward to you fucking me with it. Let’s figure out how we can do it.”

The following morning, when Mandy woke up, she stayed in bed for a bit. She could still feel Carlos in her mouth, the heat of the skin and the hardness of the shaft. She smiled and then slid a finger down to her pussy. She didn’t have to work the clit for long before her back arched and she had an orgasm. She lay still before getting up. 

Her parents were already at the table with a glass of water and an aspirin next to it. “Rough night?” Mandy asked.

“Honey, those fruit punches are deadly; my head feels like it would explode,” said her dad while chasing a sausage around the plate with his fork.

“Maybe take it slower tonight?” she suggested.

“I’m switching to white wine, to hell with the punch,” said her mom while lifting her cup of coffee. Her hand was shaking so much that she had to use the other for support.

“Where did you go after dinner?” her father asked.

“Like I mentioned yesterday, I met some people my age, and we hung out at the pool.”

“Any cute guys?” asked her mother.

“Maybe, one or two.”

Her father looked at her sternly. “Mandy, you know we trust you, but boys from different countries don’t always act the way you are used to. Just be careful.”

Mandy thought back to taking Carlos’ cock in her mouth and said, “You are right. Some are very, very different.” 

To her surprise, her parents informed her they would not sit at the bar drinking but would take an excursion to a nearby indigenous village. They asked if she wanted to come along, but she said she preferred the AC in the hotel to sweating in a jungle. This was just too good an opportunity to get some long-needed cock, she figured.

She found Carlos working the flowerbeds along the pool, and when no one was close, she walked up to him. “What time is your lunch break?”

He smiled at her and said, “At one. Why do you ask?”

“My parents have gone on an excursion and won’t be back until late in the afternoon. Can you come to my room?” She gave him her room number.

“Yeah, I should be able to, but I have to go through the hotel since your balcony is on the front towards the pool where I can’t sneak in.”

“Alright, I will be waiting for you, my stud muffin,” she said and walked off.

Carlos watched her leave and wondered what a muffin had to do with a stud. He gave up trying to figure it out and went back to the flowerbeds, but in his mind, he was already driving his cock inside her. He had had a semi-hard-on since he woke up, and now, it had turned into a full-on erection. His cock head threatened to poke out above his shorts.

At midday, Mandy took a long shower where she shaved her pussy until it was extra smooth and ready for Carlos's hungry lips. She loved having her pussy licked. Especially in a sixty-nine position so she could enjoy a healthy dose of cock. Another favorite was what she had done on the beach, either sitting or kneeling in front of the cock and being skull fucked. She didn’t think it would be possible with Carlos’s giant dong, but she would give it a try if the opportunity came.

Carlos strolled through the lobby carrying a tray in his hand. The receptionist, a pretty but sometimes bossy young woman named Carla, saw him. “You there, Carlos, where do you think you are going?”

He stopped in his tracks and slowly turned his head and looked over the tray. “Maria in Room Service asked me to deliver this food to room 6008; they are short-staffed, and I have finished my morning duties.”

Carla frowned. “What in God’s name has come over Maria? You can’t be around the guests dressed like that and being dirty and all.”

Carlos began to sweat. Bringing the tray up had been his cover to get to Mandy’s room. If this stuck-up bitch at the reception didn’t let him into the elevator, he would get no pussy and Mandy no cock.

“I’m to drop it outside the door; I won’t have to meet the guest.”

Carla sighed. They had had a few complaints about room service being slow, so when he let Carlos go, he would talk to Maria about picking one of the bellboys or a receptionist to help her, not a dirty gardener.

Carlos sighed with relief when he walked into the elevator and pressed the button. Once on Mandy’s floor, I dropped the tray, which was in fact empty under the tablecloth covering it, at the first door and then hurried down the corridor. 

Mandy sat on her bed; she only wore white lace panties and nothing else. After all, she had already sucked him, so why be shy and wear clothes. When there was a quiet knock on the door, she opened it but hid behind it as it opened up and Carlos slid in.

“Oh my god, you are filthy, Carlos. Go and take a shower right now,” she said, looking at him. 

He did what she had asked, and a few minutes later he stepped out of the bathroom smelling of rose soap and mango shampoo. “You smell like a fruit salad”, she said and slid into his arms, which he was holding out. He was, of course, naked, and she felt his long, semi-erect cock against her skin, and it was like nothing she had ever experienced before. A few guys had decent cocks, girthy or longer, but Carlo’s was both. She felt the head, wet from precum, or maybe it was just water right above her knee. She slid a hand between them, grabbed the base, and began to stroke it slowly. It came alive faster than she had expected. Suddenly it was poking her in the tummy before it stood straight up against her. She looked down and gasped. The head was between her boobs.

“Wow, that is such a massive cock,” she sighed and felt her knees grow weak. She slowly walked backward, pulling Carlos with her until she sat down on the bed. She continued to stroke and play with his cock with both hands. 

Carlos watched the young girl and her white skin. It was such a contrast to his almost black skin. Her pink nipples seemed to be impossibly hard, and when she flicked them and then gently pulled at them, Mandy moaned loudly, opened her mouth, and he fed her his cock, inch by inch.

This was different than the night before, thought Mandy. First of all, it was daylight; second, Carlos was a little bit more forceful. He pushed in as much cock as he could until she gagged and then gently pulled back an inch or so. Tears began to run down her cheeks, but they weren’t from pain or sadness. They were from happiness. She went down on him again, and he put his hand on her neck, holding her in place as he slowly began to thrust. She was being skull fucked by a massive black cock on her bed. Who would have thought this would happen when she had boarded the plane?

“Are you ok? Do you want to take a break?” he asked.

Mandy shook her head the best she could, and he continued fucking her mouth. He put a hand between her legs, and her panties were soaking wet. He tried to work his hand inside them, but she gently pushed it away. She continued letting him skull fuck her for a few minutes more before she pulled back and his cock slid out with an audible pop.

“Oh my god, Carlos, I could eat your cock all day, every day. I love it,” she said, looking into his eyes while still stroking it.

She tilted her head a little. “Would you like to taste me?”

He nodded eagerly, and she lay down on her back, with her legs over the side of the bed. Her feet barely touching the floor. Carlos knelt before her, and the first thing he noticed was how soft her pussy was against his lips. Most of the women, both locals and tourists, did shave, but there was always a bit of stubble. Mandy had none; it was amazing. He buried his head between her legs, and she crossed them over his back to keep her in place.

He must have a long tongue, she realized after a minute or so, because it had reached parts of her pussy no other tongue had ever explored.

He sucked on her clit, and she began to leak pussy juice in a steady stream. He needed her as horny and as wet as possible to be able to push his cock inside her.

“I’m ready, Carlos, give it to me,” she had let go of him with her legs and scooted further up on the bed and pushed two pillows behind her head. She wanted to see the cock sliding in and out.

As a joke, Carlos knelt between her legs and placed his cock so his balls were against her clit. She gasped, just as he had expected; they all did when he did this move.

Mandy stared at the wet cock head between her boobs and wondered how on God's earth she was going to be able to take all of him.

“Mandy, relax and breathe. I’m going to do this very slowly,” he whispered in her ear and kissed her cheek.

When she felt the ping-pong ball-sized cockhead against her pussy she took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and her nails dug into the sheet and mattress.

Carlos felt little resistance as her pussy lips opened up and his began to enter her. The head was inside, and now he began with the shaft, and this was always the tricky part. His cock, was very girthy from the head down, and then the last five inches or so were much thinner.

“Ahh, fuck, fuck, oh my god, oh, oh,” almost screamed Mandy as the girthy part began to open her up.

Carlos didn’t stop; he pushed a bit harder, knowing that a pussy was an amazing thing and could stretch much further than most women realized. So, he kept on driving his cock into Mandy.

She yelped, and moaned, and squirmed as inch by inch he opened her up. At one point she didn’t think she could take anymore, but he stopped, waited, and by some kind of sex magic, her pussy opened up a bit more, and another few inches slid in.

Mandy didn’t know how long this went on, but suddenly, the pressure on her pussy lips was gone, but her entire vagina was stretched, and it felt weird.

“You are amazing, Mandy, just look at you taking all those twelve inches.”

The young couple didn’t know, but what was happening to Mandy is called the tenting effect. This is when the uterus and cervix elevate, giving more space inside the vagina.

Mandy’s face was sweaty, and her lips were trembling a little. She didn’t quite understand what he meant and must have looked a bit lost.

“Hand me your phone,” he said.

It was on the bedside table and just within reach of her right hand. She did what he asked and gave it to him. He lifted himself a bit with one arm and then took a few pictures from between her legs.

“Look, you are a champ!”

Mandy stared at the photo, and there it was. Her pussy stretched beyond what she thought was possible, and his entire cock was inside her. His balls were pushed against her ass, and she began to giggle.

“Oh my god, I’m such a whore, such a slut taking all of you,” she giggled.

That’s when he began to move, and Mandy yelped again. It was such an intense sensation she had no words for it. All she could do was to lie on her back and take it. At first, he gave her short, slow thrusts, but as she began to relax and he felt her legs over his, he began to fuck her harder and with longer thrusts. Her boobs bounced, and he licked and sucked the nipples, which made her moan and hold him even tighter.

“Carlos, please, can I ride your cock?”

They moved around, and when she sat down on the tip of him, she grabbed his cock and guided it to her pussy. This time it slid in much easier and surprisingly fast. She began to ride it, letting it almost slip out before lowering herself again. She loved being in control of speed and depth. 

Her pussy was amazing, so young and tight, so wet and hot, thought Carlos as his balls began to contract.

“Mandy, I’m almost coming,” he gasped.

“Yeah, do you want to shoot your load in my pussy? You can if you want to; I’m on the pill.”

At that moment her orgasm began, and it began deep inside her, like no other before it. It rolled over her like a giant wave, and when she peaked, she had his cock as far inside as she possibly could. A few seconds later, he came, and his cum exploded out of her pussy; it was so much.

She slumped forward onto his chest, his cock still inside her, and whispered. “How often can you do that?”

He kissed her head. “Quite often.”

She kissed his cheek and said, “My parents won’t be back for another three hours. I want you to fuck me as much as you can during that time.”

Her parents were already at the dinner table, and her mother had a glass of wine at her side, just as she had said she would. Her father had a beer. They watched their daughter walk in, and there was something off with the way she moved.

“Honey, are you alright? Did you fall or something?” her mother asked with concern.

Mandy sat down gently on the chair and whined a bit as she did. “I’m fine. I went horseback riding with some other people earlier.”

“Yeah, that can sure leave you sore for a while. Did you enjoy the ride at least?”

Mandy almost burst out laughing but managed to hold it back. “Yeah, Dad, I sure did. It was the ride of a lifetime, I can promise you that.”

“Fantastic, I think it’s great that you have found something you like. I always had the feeling you were chasing boys back home,” said her mother.

“Oh, no, no, I prefer riding these days, that’s for sure.” 

Outside, Carlos stood hidden behind a large bush, watching Mandy talking to her parents. He wanted her right there and then. He was hooked on her pussy, and there would be no other like hers, or would there? He had no idea of knowing what the future would bring. He grabbed his cock a bit harder and stroked it faster and faster until he came over the green leaves.

“What are you doing?” it was the receptionist, Carla.

“Nothing, just looking at the tourists.”

“Look, I told you before, you can fuck whoever you want, but please, Carlos, no jerking off outside the dining room. Now, come with me and let me clean that cock of yours. I might even be able to make you come again.”

The couple headed down to the beach where they usually met up to fuck. Carlos would always be grateful to Carla for passing on passport photos of the women that made reservations. Mandy had been such a hoot to fuck, but now, he already had another young tourist in mind. A German girl, Heidi was her name, and she would arrive at the end of the week, when Mandy left. Life was good, he thought while Clara sucked his cock in the moonlight.