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Slut
(Tony Slade)

Josie had been planning her evening for so long she'd even forgotten how the desire had come into her mind.

She'd always known that she was different. For as long as she could remember she had been obsessed with fucking. I think if I was a guy, I'd be the sort of person who made girls feel uncomfortable she had once admitted to herself. She spent her time surfing porn sites, her most powerful craving... white cock.

Or white pussy she giggled, she also had a fantasy where she was taken captive by dominant white women, dozens of them who all wanted to use her as a sex toy. In her fantasy she was stripped naked and put in chains, then one after another the powerful women sat on her face and made her lick, tongue and suck them to orgasm, while she was constantly fucked with a variety of dildos.

So often she had awoken drenched in sweat after that dream. 

But the white woman gang bang is unlikely to ever happen she conceded, not unless she could get lost in a jungle somewhere and find herself captured by Amazons.

But her other fantasy was much more attainable, she just needed an opportunity, and the courage.

And tonight is the night she told herself as she stared at her naked body in the bathroom mirror. Still wet from the shower her ebony skin glistened, she was going to oil herself until she shone the same, sadly it would have dulled a little by the time she arrived at her destination, but she still knew she would look good.

She was carrying a few extra pounds, but twenty six year old Josie wasn't concerned about that. She knew that in general guys actually preferred a woman with curves, but even if she wasn't their type she knew very few guys would turn down a no strings attached fuck.

And that's what is gonna happen she told herself as she grinned at her reflection and gathered her braids into a bunch at the back of her head. Free pussy, free mouth, free ass if they want it. Every hole on offer, no one refused, all welcome.

And there isn't that much point in dressing she giggled as she pulled the lightest summer dress over her head and prepared to leave her hotel room.

For three nights she had scouted the resort, always taking care not to draw attention to herself. Eventually she had found the perfect place. The crowd were rowdy, and mostly drunk. It was a mix of tourists who had strayed from the beaten path, and ex-pats who knew every side alley and back street bar. The clientèle being predominantly male also suited her, she would have loved for there to be women working on her too, but Josie was bright enough to realise that with wives and girlfriends hanging around, the guys were less likely to give her what she needed.