A stunning, blond British lass moves into the darkness of a Jamaican prison to fulfill her sexual fantasies and her one might say odd sexual needs and dreams.

JAMAICAN VACAY

 

MY moniker is Claire and I am British mind you. I am a trust fund child-rich, privileged, father, a Lord, a BP executive. I am spoiled, yet shy, a secret bitch, a secret life, there are two of me.

I am a blond, polar cold blue eye's that are no windows to my soul. My white skin is so ultra-violet translucent that the sun light seems to reflect through it for I am whiter than the sun. My veins are blood blue like throbbing rivers, evident, hyper-link from mind to loins. I am a slender girl, 5 ft 4, 102 lbs and I am totally insane.

Disliking the sun, open the coffin lid, night, shadows, secrets, nightmares, a vampire pixie, Caligula re known. I giggle for I have not come to Jamaica for the sunlight, nor the sea or the ganja. I am here for an entirely different reason. I am bored, daft, fucked up and quite normal. You see, I have special needs and I am on summer Holiday.

The beach along my Villa is striking, but I do not see it, nor feel it, nor do I relate to natures beauty. I am self obsessed, indulged and terrified of the other me. I get everything I want because I am beautiful and a savage, a hoodlum, yet I am shy. The British are you know. Yet I am insecure, nothing like her.

Lying here on the deck chair, shielded by the umbrella, near the pool, I will get exactly what I want, need now as I always have, for you see, I have special needs. My brain feels like it might ricochet off my skull. I might throw a fit, if I don't get it all.

There he is now...the man who will help me. Her.

He is Jamaican, not a large man-no dreads, nothing for a shy girl like me to fear. He wears a suit, white shirt and he is smiling-Jamaican smile so.

He is so beautiful blue ink black that he takes my breath away. I so adore black men.

I stand. I am wearing a cotton-nothing of a slip, sandals and sunglasses. I have the figure of a young boy- Body Dimorphic Disorder, you see. He walks up, a gentleman-polite. I smile. "Are those the papers in your hand?

"Yes, that they are."

"Are you sure?"

"The medical testing is of the morning. Rest assured please, miss."

He was confident, thorough and I knew him from before.

"Yes, I am assured. Thank you." I blushed and looked at the six paper documents. They seemed correct. I bent to my purse, pulled out the stacks of Euros and paid him.

"I guarantee miss, it will be better than the last time."

I smile, touch his face, we turn, and begin to walk.

WE DRIVE for some minutes through the malevolent slums of Kingston. Poverty and death frighten me, yet I have seen it before. Outside the sewers, the garbage and the shanties, the prison looms.

Swallowing my fear, I can hardly breathe, my pulse hammering in my heart.

The other me feels her vagina grip, shudder, become moist in anticipation of the unknown. And then we are through the gates. The blue uniformed guard's wave and my mentor waves back. I avoid their stares. I am almost embarrassed. The other me could hardly wait. She is, a very fucked up girl.

Time passes, we are moving now. My throat is dry and my teeth feel like chalk against my tongue. She is drooling, almost literally. I ignore her. Yet, she is so wanting, so sure. Her endurance for her singular wants are remarkable. I wish I could be like her. I am her. I remember we are the same creature.

Then my guide leads me into a room. The floors are dirt and the walls stained. I can smell semen blood and sweat. My body shudders. Daring not peek to the cells, my better half allows my eyes to rise. There are six of them behind the iron bars. I turn and, like a coquettish school girl, demure now and, make eye contact with the man who led me here. It is not Belgravia, Sloan Square nor stylish Bond Street. It is putrid, ghastly and, I think it is beautiful.

"Are you ready?"

My body doubled. "Yes." She is.

He nods and smiles. His teeth are white.

"All is ready. Not to worry. Death is not on the menu. Not just yet."

He takes my hand, squeezes, and walks from the room. The iron door clanks, my heart thumps. I dare not look. My breathing is laminated to my heart, a jacked up electrical power line, frayed wiring like some flop in Putney Town. My entire body is pulsing, sparking as if 220 voltage is pumping through it. 

Then she over comes me. She always does, and I am her now-invincible, erotic, a cacophony, a waif of almost no substance, skin stretched along her bones as if a condom canvass ratcheted tight. She, my secret ghost turns, looks at the six huge men. Black men, muscled and of girth. They are Rastafarian's, dread locks and naked men, smiling and staring men. They are quiet men, massively endowed men. It is time. They are my men.

My eyes were incapable of blinking. There was no blink in them. They we're rabid, stark, blue marbles and my heart is hemorrhaging. I am here now and I am fearless. I have needs, special needs, so I allow my smock to twirl to my knees. I am naked, a shoe string stood on end, a waif of alabaster skin.

My sandals slip off. There is dirt, mud and filth on my feet. I feel something hot. Liquid is spilling down my inner thighs. Fuck I haven't even begun. Already I can smell the sex, exuding and flowing from the sewer pipe of my cunt and mind. Smiling at the men, I begin to strut, teasing, dancing, trailing my fingers along the bars-plink, plink, plink-so confident, so wonderful, so bloody mad.

I see that their penises to a man are engorged. They are more than I could have dreamed of. Stepping back, I pout, pucker and air kiss a kiss to one massive man. He grins at me. His teeth are inlaid with gold and his tongue is pink. His penis something so beautiful I almost begin to weep. Braided with aloe, his hair is falling down his muscled and cut shoulders. I can see his belly, it is expanding. His breathing is stilted and his eyes are white, onyx black pupils, stark and beautiful. I begin to purr as I move close to the cells. I, me and her am causing these carnal and beautiful creatures to covet, to desire, to want me. The show is about to begin.

Flirting a bit, I tease, lay my fingers along my shaved pubic skin. Bending at the knees, I touch the moisture spilling out of me, then my lips and my tongue. Pursing my lips I tilt my finger at one man and flirt my white eyebrows at him. He smiles. I am crazed. Looking past him, I tweak a peek at the other God men. They are so different, all powerful, all engorged, watching; watching me. I wink at them. They seem to love me, they know, they understand me.

I throw another crippled kiss at them so they will not feel left out. I curl my finger to my man. He nods, moves to the bars and I gasp. His penis must be ten inches long, most likely more. It is corded and thick and it matches the circumference of my wrist.

OMG, what a beautiful thing it is.

His cock frees from the bars, pokes through, OMG again.

Strolling, I move close, so close as through the bars I touch his face. I act girlish and, then my hand slips down. My fingers wrap around his penis, it is hot and humid like the atmosphere in the cells. I feel sweat pouring down my body. Pirouetting for him, I tilt my small behind at him, spread my cheeks and slap my butt. I am in full sail now. I simply cannot wait, not a moment, not a second longer.

Moving back to him, I take his penis in my small hand, white against stark black. I begun to hum, sing, I am melting, as I stroke him. He moans one of those guttural sounds a lion makes before the hunt. I fall to my knees as if I am praying to a God, which I am.

I like the filth of the dirt and of the mud on my knees and toes. It mimics my mind. I take the knob of his penis between my lips and gently bite down with my teeth. There is room for both of my hands, perfect as I begin to dream. Moving him past my lips, my cheeks expand, my mouth is tiny, and is filled and I hear him moan, as do I. My tummy is blowing as is my lungs. I stroke him as I suck and revolve my tongue along his blood vessels. He reaches his thick fingers through the bars, wraps the back of my head with them and, then plunges his penis into my throat.

Gagging, I cannot stop. I do not want to stop as both of my hands run the limits of his penis. I can feel the veins throbbing, they are like anchor chains. 

She is ready no. He tenses, jerks and explodes his semen down my throat. Screaming internally I back off. I want to taste him, every drop of him. He releases me and I masturbate him and my mouth fills. I am so crazed that I stand, see the rut on his face, semen dripping from my mouth and down my tiny breasts. I swallow all of imagining that I will steal his power?

Laughing, I turn and walk away. Falling to my knees and palms, I imagine that I am an animal covered with semen and mud. My back arches, I scream, shake my head wildly, smash my fists into the mud and wail. My body is percolating, clit like the tip of a burning cigarette. I have never been happier.

Standing, I prance a little for them, a bare foot tramp on a roll. I pout again, his power semen tastes like salt water in my stomach, warm, saline, a river of his life force filling me with power. I move to the door, run my fingers along the bars, teasing and taunting them. I am a bad little girl, such a filthy slut. It was what I was born to be.

The men watch me, only me as I waggle my forefinger playfully at a big fellow. God, he is tall, small hips, road bump abs and his penis erect. It is, bigger than the other mans. He moves to the bars and I whisper something to him. He looks at me oddly. I just called him a "woose wog".

I am not a prejudiced type, hate any kind of prejudice, the other me said it; the bad me. They know I'm play acting. I know that he knows that I think that he is a God. I simply want him to understand my depths of blasphemy, depravity and that I have no dignity, and that I love him.

Kissing him on his lovely African lips, I back away, spy the door, it is unlocked. Dare I walk through it? I must.

I clasp the iron rungs like a crazed psychiatric patient. It is all that separates me from my death, my redemption perhaps. It is time, no reason to linger any longer. Opening the door I enter a world of men. They are meters away, I am waifish, humble, confident and ego centric.

Did I mention that the British are eccentric? I place my back to the bars, and stare them down. To a man they smile back at me. The man I whispered the profanity to walks up to me. I can feel the tip of his penis pressing against my tummy. He stands a foot away from me just staring and smiling. His eyes are serious, joyful and violent. He is such handsome man.

My hand falls along his penis, it barely wraps around the entire girth. I stare up at him, his chin is struck square, powerful and, then I purse my lips and say." What are you waiting for Rasta Boy, are you not a man?"

He chuckles, turns and looks over his shoulder at my adoring audience. The men are laughing and they seem to like my spirit, me, her. It's always about her.

Gripping my neck, he squeezes it. His thick fingers are vice-like as my eyeballs roll, rotate in my skull, slot open as he lifts me effortlessly and, then rips me back against the bars. 

Unable to breathe, my eyes pop, jerk and roll around their sockets. My legs and feet are confetti, dangling, suspended in air as my heels bang the rungs and my hands beat at his broad shoulders. He is staring intently at my face. I am contorted in wonder and, then in one motion he takes a fist, presses it to my vagina and plunges it deep to his wrist and lifts.

"SWOOSH" a blast of air erupts from my lungs as the pain erupts through my vagina as I dangle like a cut stringed marionette at the top of his raised arm.

Laughing, he nods at his friends, as my hands reach back and white knuckle around the bar rungs. Screaming and moaning I feel the back of my head banging against the rungs, beads of sweat glistening in the sun spilling in through cell windows.

With a little hitch with his arm, he goes deeper. I scream again. "WHOOSH" a gust of air explodes out of my lunges.

My mouth and my teeth begin to chatter as I start uttering and stuttering profanities. "Fuu...fuck, Ugh, fuck, uuugh, oooooo, nooooo, FUCK YOOOU." I wail as my eyes go to crazed hub caps.

The pain is fabulous, unbearable, loving, real and mesmerizing as I bite my lip and feel remnants of saliva and blood spill down my chin. Realizing that I have bitten my lip, I feel as if my spine has cracked.

The other men smile, enjoying me, loving me and desiring her/me. I am not querulous as he rips me forward, holds me air born above his dreads. My talons are slapping at his shoulders and my legs splaying and shattering along his muscled torso now. I am being held aloft for them to adore me, for now I am a pixie idol to them, and I beam in pride being such.

Then, from his fist finding a button inside me, I feel an orgasm liquefy my spleen. I shriek, whippet my blond hair back and forth, sweat flying everywhere. My body granulates, simply one white sugar cell after another. I am positive now that they love me. I have become a deity, the goddess of their universe, elevated to the sky for them to adore me.

No hesitation, he violently heaves me through the air. My vagina sucks out, as I twist across the room and hit the wall falling into the mud floor. I see sparks in my head as I spill to the floor, grovel like a sow in the mud, moaning, my eyes bleached in bliss, as well as pleasure.

Grinding to my hands and knees, I leer at them as I taste blood along my teeth. Whispering, I giggle "FAGOTS".

They seem to understand, as I fall to my back against the filth of the wall and allow my legs to spill open. I am exposed, my vagina pink, allowing them to see the sunshine exuding from it. I am grinning through a few drops of blood on my lips; they seem to appreciate that.

They exchange looks at each other. Who is next?

My man moves to me, slaps me, my head bucks, I jerk it back, spit at him and giggle. He rips a fist of blond, drags me across the mud and slashes me to my stomach into the mud. From behind, me leering at my men, he wraps a monstrous hand around my nothing waste. Suspended, I am on my palms and knees. I feel his finger in my ass, I moan. I whimper, plead, lie and beg and, then in one motion he drives his penis into my ass.

"WHOOSH, WHOOSH." air bellows out of my cute mouth.

Screaming, I beg again, pound my fists in the mud, arch my back, wail like a wolf as he leans back, falls on his ass, and drives the rest of his penis into my ass

Paralyzed, brutalized, my quiver mouth parts, my teeth are chattering. I quake at the bulge pressing against my tummy. My teeth feel as though they are splintering castanets. I cannot move and I have nothing cleaver to say but gurgles as his massive hands grip tighter around me. There is no control in my thighs, my back against his chest, his dick in my ass, my legs flop open. Another man kneeling and another cock, "OH PLEEEESE" I beg.

I gulp and my ass is chocking to death as my new man falls to his knees, smiles, places his penis close to me. I see the vine pulsing on it and the sweat drenching his muscled body.

Are they real these black Gods?

He touches the tremors breaking my lips and, then enters my cunt violently, ruthlessly and stunningly.

My mind cannot comprehend such completeness, pain and pleasure, as it goes to white sparks as he begins to fuck me. My tiny feet begin to dance in the mud, my cunt shrieking.

I ORGASM, my mooring are ripped from their tethers. Time moves, so much time, I climax again and again, the penis in my ass.

Oh fucking God. There is no God except these deities that have chosen to love me.

My entire body as if a blister filled with kilned boiling mercury breaks apart. Anguish, joy, rack me as liquids flush out of me, glistening on his chest. Wailing, I bat at his face, kiss him, he never stops. His face contorts and, then he is out, his hand snarled around my head as he lunges his penis into my mouth. My eyes go stark raving mad as rams his cock down my throat and ejaculates. I am immobile, my hands wrap around his cock. I want every bit of it. Mind lost, I am a vile vagabond vagrant of thought as my mouth fills with cum dripping past my lips and falling on my tiny breasts that are covered with mud. It is all so perfect, for mud, cum, blood and saliva and my brain are such filth. It is what I am and who she is.

My Rasta falls back spent and I can hear his passion bellowing out of his lungs. I am now a crouched reptile, pink tongue flicking at the scent of my own sex. I begin to move on my new man, up and down. I want his cock piercing through my belly, coming out my mouth. MY other God man is behind me and he is groaning. From the way his cock is expanding I can see that he appreciates me as I feel it, the absolute finality of him as his penis engorges in my ass.