I Got Fucked On The Nude Beach By An Older Black Man With A BBC! voyeur

The sun beat down mercilessly on the white sand beach as I laid out my towel, trying to ignore the sea of sunbathers sprawled around me. Nude beaches were never my thing, but my boyfriend Jake had talked me into this “adventure.” Little did I know what kind of trouble I was in for…

As I settled onto my towel, I glanced around at the other sunbathers – couples, families, all in their birthday suits. The wet t-shirt competitions back home seemed tame by comparison! Trying not to blush, I closed my eyes and took a deep breath of salty sea air.

But my moment of relaxation was short-lived. A loud grumbling noise invaded my ears, followed by an erotic moan. I squinted one eye open to see an older black man with a body like Serena Williams’ front row fan – all rippling muscles and dark, glistening skin. He was sprawled on a beach blanket not far from me, hand resting casually on his sizeable package in his Speedo.

I quickly shut my eyes again, ears burning, and pretended to be dozing. But my mind was racing. The way he was complaining and moaning…was he masterbating? Right here, in public? The thought sent a shiver down my spine – equal parts shock and arousal. I couldn’t help but sneak another peek through half-lidded eyes.

Our gazes locked for just a second, his lip curling in a knowing smirk, before I whipped my eyes shut again. Shit. Did he catch me staring? Flushed with embarrassment and anticipation, I heard him sigh and shift on his blanket. Resuming my fake nap, I tried to calm my racing heart. This was getting out of hand.

But he wasn’t done with me yet. After a few moments, I heard footsteps coming closer, crunching through the sand. My body tensed and I fought the urge to open my eyes. I knew it was him – that muscular black form approaching me, mere feet away now. I could feel his presence, sense his hungry gaze on my sun-kissed skin.

“Beautiful,” he murmured from above me. Up close, his accent rolled rich and exotic around those two syllables. “Looking at me, aren’t you?”

My eyes flew open at his husky timbre. He towered over me, face alight with mischief and dark promise. The words died in my throat. Emboldened, his large hand drifted to the bulging tent in his Speedo, stroking his huge cock slowly.

“Like what you see?” the man smirked, grasping himself through the tight fabric. My mouth went dry and my pussy clenched with need. His musky scent mingled with the salty sea air, making me drunk with lust. I’ve never wanted anything so badly in my life. To see what he was packing, to touch that velvety hardness, to feel him stretch me out…

“Fuck,” I blurted, all discretion thrown out the window. I was too far gone to care anymore. He chuckled darkly and slipped a hand into his tiny speedo cavity, pulling out his massive black cock. Fully erect, the thick shaft stood at attention, the bulbous tip shiny with precum. Beads of sweat dripped down his rippling abs as he stroked the impressive length.

When he slipped the frayed speedo off, revealing his heavy balls and the tender skin between his enormous thighs, I couldn’t help myself. I got down on my hands and knees and crawled over to him. The sand was hot on my sensitive skin, but I barely registered it through the roaring in my ears.

As I approached him, I started licking his thick, dark shaft from base to tip until I got to his mushroom head, blue veined cock. From there, I alternated between deep throating him and swirling my tongue around his velvety tip. He groaned as I worked him, stroking the back of my head. I gripped the base of his black shaft with both hands and looked up at him as I dropped my mouth over his cock. The older man leaned back on his elbows and looked down at me.

I moved my head smoothly up and down his magnificent shaft, easily taking in the first third. A little spit ran down my chin. I was breaking all the rules, and what’s more, I was loving it!

“Uh, are you okay beautiful?” Jake asked with a worry in his voice. My boyfriend’s voice broke the spell. I released the man’s cock and scrambled to my feet. “I’ll be right back,” I said breathlessly.

I scurried up the beach along the surf to some privacy, giving the man a coy look over my shoulder as I went. After a bit of time, I came back down the beach and found Jake passed out asleep on the towel, and the mystery stud still there jacking himself off. He motioned me over with his fingers.

I went over to him and dropped to my knees again, this time plunging his cock into my mouth all the way until the head hit the back of my throat. I ran my hands all over his balls, our bodies slick with sweat and tanning oil. His pungent musk filled my nose.

I gagged a little but then gradually relaxed my throat and went to town, drool dribbling from the corners of my pretty mouth. My fingers found his swollen ballsack and massaged it. “Oh wow, that feels so good…you’re a cock sucker aren’t you sweetie?” he groaned, pushing my head down deeper on his cock.

I moved my head faster, establishing a hard suction on his shaft and focusing on flicking my tongue on the ultra-sensitive underside. He dug his fingers into my head and started bucking his hips up into facefucking my mouth, pushing his cock into my throat over and over. He pulled my head down more and began to shoot hot jets of semen down my throat. “Take it baby, take it all!” he bellowed.

I swallowed each salty pulse as best I could while he emptied his balls down my mouth. When he finally let go and I released his shaft from my throat, I licked his cock clean and looked up at him with a coy smile as thick cum drooled from the corners of my mouth.

“That was amazing,” I said, dusting sand and sun-warmed hair from rounded hips. “And I’m just getting started.”