Kieran got off hearing how guys fucked his wife’s pierced pussy and came for his sex-crazed spouse. Vanessa wanted to continue to go further with her sexual hook-ups, allowing them to perform anal, take more than one partner at a time, and even have unprotected sex throwing in the chance that one of these bulls’ seeds will impregnate her.
The scorching sun was beating down on the body-packed beach. Mack couldn’t help but look with his sunglass stare. Those dark lenses hid all manner of perversion as he scanned the Greek bay. His eyes soon were fixated on Vanessa, her fit body lying in the pounding sun, her red bikini barely covering her tits and pussy. He watched her turn over and admire her perfectly rounded arse cheeks.
Vanessa had lost track of the men that she had taken to bed that summer. Her thirst for fuckery was monumental. Kieran, her husband, had only encouraged her and was more than willing to let men service his wife.
Kieran Danson was Irish and had lived in Rhodes for years. He was medium height, rugged looking, with wavy dark brown hair. He ran a bar called ‘The Turquoise Horse’ not far from the beach in Faliraki, on the Greek party island of Rhodes. The summer months were the busiest and Vanessa used it as her own personal pick-up joint.
Vanessa’s willing husband also helped her dress for the occasion, picking out the tightest outfits with maximum cleavage and flesh on show to attract her prey. The heels were high, and the dresses were short.
Mack was propping up the bar and got suckered when he saw the desirable babe from the beach in ‘The Turquoise Horse’. Vanessa had long black hair, deep brown skin and mesmerising brown eyes. Her remarkably short cream dress hugged her body. Her legs were long and toned, with her perfectly pedicured feet were in a pair of dark cream high-heeled sandals. Mack was a pasty British guy in his late twenties, on holiday with a few male friends. He offered to buy Vanessa a drink, and she accepted. After a few minutes of civilised conversation, she dragged him over to the sweaty packed dance floor and pulled him in close. Their legs immediately entwined, and their arms wrapped around each other as they moved to the beat.
Vanessa spun around and rubbed her butt in Mack’s groin. His hands run along her soft thighs. It didn’t take much for her short dress to get pushed up, leaving her arse cheeks pressed against Mack's chino’s and pressing his hard dick. Slowly his fingers crept up her dress. Vanessa had the slightest sheer micro-G-string on. The see-through material just about covered her snatch. It didn’t take much to move her tiny garment out of the way and find her pussy. He fingered his hand through her slit. As Mack slipped inside, he found she had her clitoral hood pierced, a bar and two balls. Vanessa sighed and moaned as he started to apply pressure and push against her jewellery.
Vanessa loved her pierced cunt; it increased her sexual pleasure, and the sensation made her climax a lot quicker and more frequently as one end touched her clitoris. The pretty piece of sexy body jewellery in such a sensitive area allowed Vanessa to claim her body and sexuality as her own.
Mack continued to play with Vanessa unaware her husband was only metres away avidly watching them. Vanessa quickly orgasmed as she looked Kieran straight in the eye while Mack brought her to a wet end.
“Do you want to get out of here?” Mack whispered.
“OK, wait for me outside,” she replied.
Mack headed out to the busy boulevard of bars and clubs pumping loud music and pouring people out onto the street.
“Hey, honey, had a good night?” Kieran asked, as Vanessa walked past.
“Yes, baby. That guy, Mack, is a great dancer.”
“I saw him touching you?”
“His hands were running up my legs. Then his fingers moved under my dress between my thighs. He’s invited me back to his place and I think I am going to let him fuck me.”
“Are you going to let him do it without a condom?”
“I don’t know. What do you think?” Vanessa replied.
“I’ll leave it up to you,” Kieran answered.
Vanessa undid and took off her heels and swapped them for a pair of flip-flops, not knowing how far the walk was back to Mack’s villa.
They walked up the strip to the other end of town and then it was another ten minutes to the villa Mack was sharing with his mates. You could still hear the din of the strip in the distance as they walked round the back, past the pool and through the back door. His friends were still out, so they had the place to themselves.
As they started kissing, Vanessa secretly called Kieran and left the mobile connected. She undid Mack’s trousers and pulled out his cock. She stroked him as he put his hand back up her dress. Their fingers played as they continued to kiss. They moved upstairs to the bedroom.
“Let me just get a rubber,” Mack said, fumbling around in his room.
“Up to you, I don’t mind fucking without a johnny,” Vanessa replied, kicking off her flip-flops.
“Are you sure? I don’t normally do this kind of thing.”
“I am sure.”
Kieran smiled to himself as he hung on every word and groan coming from his phone.
Mack walked over and turned Vanessa round, then bent her over the bed. He hitched up her dress and pulled down her small knickers. His solid cock pushed between her legs and up into her waiting, wet pussy. Vanessa sighed as she felt his throbbing dick slide in and out of her. She moved her hand down and played with her piercing at the same time. Mack unzipped Vanessa’s dress and pulled it away from her breasts. He squeezed her nipples as he continued to fuck her.