Déja was from Beaufort, a town off
the coast in South Carolina. Her mother was Hawaiian and her father
African-American. Both parents died in a car accident when Déja was only four
years of age, causing her to be in and out of foster homes. Because of her
double nationalities, Déja always felt out of place, never knowing where she
fit in. The African-American kids never thought of her as black enough, while Caucasian
kids thought of her as being too black. Throughout her high school years, she struggled
with identity crisis. On her twentieth birthday, she met Donovan, a lost soul
in his own right. Donovan became a constant in her life, making a positive impact
on her, just as she did for him life. She and Donovan have been together for
four years and today is Donavan’s way of getting Déja away from the everyday
worries of the world.
Donavan arrived to pick Déja up on
his customized motorcycle. The two of them made the three hour ride to Grays Harbor
County in Washington State, with forests, lakes, rivers, ponds, rock trail, and
the Pacific Ocean as their landscape. Déja enjoyed riding with Donovan on his
bike. He was in control and she felt safe with her arms wrapped around his
waist and hands locked in front of him. Donovan whisked around curves causing
the wind to hit them from all angles. Déja took a deep breath, laid her head on
Donovan's back, closed her eyes, and let go of all the stress and anxiety that
was haunting her. She let her mind roam; she felt free. It had taken her a
while to get to this point, but here she is, happy, and Donovan was the nucleus
of that happiness.
The couple arrived in their
destination town and promptly found a diner to have brunch. They ate their food
and discussed a future which included the both of them being together. Déja
marveled at the thought of them always being with one another, and Donavan
wanted nothing more than to always be the man in her life. Déja rounded out his
complexed world, and in return, his main focus was keeping his woman happy.
After brunch, it was decided that
they were going to take it easy for the remainder of the day, and tour the area
on the following day.
The next day, the two lovers embarked
on an expedition around the area. They went into shops, boutiques, and a small market
place, in which they stumbled upon. There they came across a man with a Polish
accent who sold them a pair of tickets for a boat ride that was taking place
within the hour.
Upon arriving to the dock, they saw
that their boat was actually a 240 ft. mega yacht. The two stood agape before
boarding the floating mansion. All guests were in one area, meeting and
greeting, as the yacht took to sea. The patrons were allowed tour the yacht on
their own. Donovan and Déja went off with another couple, Harrison and Simone,
whom they met during the meet and greet.
The deck was lavish, with various
seating arrangements throughout. Once the couples reached downstairs, they saw
that the inside was even more radiant than the outside deck. The interior was
of neutral beige with gold accents. In the living room there was a huge
sectional that sat across from two royal purple sitting chairs. Hiding in the
corner was a see through, glass like piano. As they toured even more, they came
across the master bedroom which was very spacious and laced with a king size
bed. What stood out the most were the lights on the ceiling over the bed, which
in the dark, made it look as if you were looking at the constellations.
After the tour, the couples sat on
the deck, and conversed over a meal and drinks. As time passed, Donovan politely
excused Déja and himself from their newfound companions. He took Déja by the
hand and led her around the enormous deck. He then led her through the same
door that took them downstairs when they were on the tour. Déja questioned
where they were going, but Donovan just told her come along.
The two reached the master bedroom,
but something was different. The room was now very dimly lit. Reluctantly, Déja
entered the room with Donovan. She looked at him with a look that said, I hope
you're not doing what I think you're planning on doing. Donovan just smiled as
he walked over to the closet in search of something. He came back with two
folded sheets in his hand and spread them across the bed.
Before she knew it, they were both
undressing one another. Déja finished undressing first then positioned herself on
the bed. When Donovan finished undressing and turned towards the bed, he was in
for an eyeful. Déja was in the middle of the bed, legs open, with her fingers
spreading her lips. Donovan’s erection heightened as he grabbed it and marveled
at what was in front of him. Déja’s juices started to creep out as she constantly
stuck three fingers in and out causing her twat to make sounds.
She instructed Donovan to stroke his
dick for her. He gripped the head and slowly moved down the shaft and back up
again. Déja turned onto her stomach, lifted her ass into the air, placed her
arm beneath her and proceeded to play with her glistening slit again. She twisted
her body a tad bit, so that she can look back at Donovan, whom was still
stroking himself.
Déja removed her fingers, bringing
them up to her mouth and slowly sucked on them. She then signaled for Donovan to
come to her. She turns onto her back. Two fingers go back into her. When she removes
them, they are laced with her thick love cream. She places her fingers into Donovan’s
mouth. His hot tongue delightfully lapped away the remnants of her wetness from
her fingers. She retrieved her fingers from his mouth, and once again, began
sucking on them herself.
Déja rolled onto her stomach again,
this time spreading her ass cheeks. Without any hesitation, Donovan dove into
her pussy, tongue first. Déja pushed back onto his face, moving her rear up and
down on his slithering tongue. Sparks of lust, blazed inside of her as he
sucked on her swollen clit. Donovan did not stop until Déja’s body shook and
collapsed on the bed.
Donovan lifted Déja’s backside up
towards him slid his cock into her dripping slit. Déja let out a moan as she
felt the width of his manhood widening her walls. She arches her back as he
palms her smooth ass with one hand and slightly pushes down on her lower back
with the other. He pumps into her, slowly at first, then gradually increasing
his pace. Déja greets his every thrust, each time feeling his weighted balls
slap against her.
Déja pushed herself up until she was
on all fours, then up some more until she was on her knees, with Donovan still
inside of her. He wraps his arms around her. She grabs his head. He pants
heavily as she squeezes her pussy muscles and grinds on his dick, allowing him
to feel the full effect of her erotic bliss.
Abruptly, Déja pulled forward,
freeing herself from Donovan's probing cock. She turned around and pushed him
down onto the bed. She kissed her way up his body before mounting him. Déja came
face to face with Donovan and paused. She could see the hunger in his eyes; the
hunger for her. Passionately, she kissed him and reached back, placing the head
of his erection at her entrance. She pushed back on it until there was
penetration. She felt as dick, dick, and even more dick slid up inside her, filling
her lustful desires. Donovan reached for her neck as she sat up and wined pon
his cocky like she dancing to a dancehall tune. She could feel a rush traveling
within her, in search of an exit.
Donovan skillfully grinds back with
her. Déja leans back so that Donovan's dick continuously rubs against her
clitoris. He grabs onto her, slamming her down on him harder and harder, faster
and faster. Déja moans. Donovan grunts. Their pace hastens. Déja’s moans turns
to screams as boiling juices gushes out onto Donovan’s rod. Suddenly, holding Déja
close, he roars, releasing a stream of white lava into her soaked cave.
The two easily sliped back upstairs
just as the yacht was docking. They smiled and held hands as they exited for
dry land. It was now time to head back home. Before getting on the motorcycle, Donovan
scooped Déja into his arms and told her that was one hell of a ride. Déja smile
and responded, the ride was far from over……
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Thank you Kristie Lovelace for always believing in and supporting O' TheWriter. Your pictures are exquisite. Thanks for trusting me and my imagination to use them.
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