It had been nearly a year since I vacationed on Hilton Head Island. I planned a return visit because I liked it there. I also remembered a massage by a black masseur named Alan that went way beyond professional. Something about that sexual experience had struck a nerve with me, and it had become a recurring fantasy to relive that experience.

I thought carefully about what still attracted me to consider a repeat performance. I was not romantically motivated by it. The sex had been intense and unbelievable, but I wondered how much of that had been “lightening-in-a-bottle,” a one-time thing that would be difficult to repeat. There is the ongoing allure of being with a black man, to some level within my innermost thoughts, that is still a taboo kind of thing that makes it so exciting.

I had kept Alan’s business card from my last visit. I had thought about sending him a message shortly after I returned home to say how much I enjoyed his massage, but, in the end, I decided it would be better to forgo it.

A week before I planned to leave for the island, I emailed Alan to let him know I would be coming back.

I received a warm and inviting reply from Alan the very next day. His comments included, “It would be great to see you again.” However, he told me he did not work at the hotel any longer, but he was keeping up with his massage practice at his home.

He lived about 30 minutes from the hotel. He was leaving it my choice. I wrote back, telling him it would be easy to take an Uber to his place of residence and to send me his address.

So, off to the island, I went. I stayed at the same hotel and did all the fun things I had done before. Then, on the Wednesday of my vacation, I wore my hair down with a light blue scarf around my neck, a white top, light blue dress jeans, and sandals. I called for an Uber to drop me off at Alan’s residence.

To say that I was anticipating meeting him again would be an understatement. I wondered whether I would feel the same way. During the ride to Alan’s house, I was having mixed feelings, but I was also feeling horny, knowing there was a strong chance we would end up having sex.

I arrived at Alan’s house at 3:30 PM and walked to the front door. Alan’s residence was in a nice middle-class neighborhood. I knocked, and he answered seconds later.

“Reyanna, nice to see you again. Please, come inside.”

“Nice to see you, Alan,” I said as I stepped inside.

Alan had answered the door wearing shorts and a baggy silk shirt. He invited me into his kitchen. We sat at the kitchen table, having a beer and catching up on things. When we finished our beer, Alan showed me down to the basement of his house, where he had his massage room. He also had a bathroom down there with a shower stall.

The massage room was warm and softly lit, with hidden speakers playing soft music. It was furnished with a professional massage table in the center and easy-to-reach tables with towels and oils sitting on them. There were mirrors on all four walls and one on the ceiling above the massage table. He had it all set up and waiting for me.

“Are you ready?” Alan asked.”

I smiled at Alan, and he watched as I stripped off my clothes. Once naked, I climbed on the table and lay face down.

“Would you like some covering?” He asked.

“That won’t be necessary. It will just get in the way,” I replied.

Like the first time, Alan started at my neck, working the muscles and driving tension from my body. He moved down to my shoulders and back. Alan was an excellent masseur. Even if we didn’t have sex, the thirty-minute ride to his house would be worth the pleasure of his hands massaging my body.

He worked on my arms, from my shoulders to my hands. I could feel the toxins in my body being released. He moved to my lower back, loosening the tight muscles as he worked.

One hand was always moving across my body, stroking and caressing even as he poured more warm oil on my body. His hands moved down to my ass, kneading the firm flesh of each globe. I moaned and shuddered when his hand slipped between my ass cheeks and his fingers brushed my anus.

“Feels good, huh?” Alan said softly.

“Mmm, yes.”

His hands were firm and gentle at the same time. I gladly resigned myself to enjoying every movement of his hands. He worked his way lower, massaging each thigh and calf until he reached my feet.

The last time was great, but this foot massage was far better. He started with my ankle, working the muscles and joints. Then he kneaded the sole of my foot with his knuckles and manipulated all the pressure points with his thumbs. He massaged each toe individually, rolling the toe between his fingers before rubbing between my toes. He did my other foot the same way. I was in heaven and barely heard him tell me to roll over.

When I turned over, I looked at Alan’s face. His eyes had focused on my creamy white breasts and pert nipples. I looked at his crotch. Even with his baggy shorts, I could tell something big had grown inside, reminding me of how well-endowed he was. I sat up and looked down at my pussy. It was wet with my juices. I hoped Alan noticed.

Alan told me to lie down, and he began massaging my shoulders. He moved down my body, stroking my sides and around my breasts. Gradually, his hands slid over the tops of my breasts, his fingers brushing across my nipples. I moaned in pleasure and slid my hand down to my pussy. I slipped a finger inside while Alan pinched and pulled my nipples.

I cried out, delighted in the pleasure and pain, and stroked my pussy deeper and faster.

“Reyanna, do you want me to make you cum?” Alan asked seductively.

“Yes, Alan, please do! You are so good at that,” I said, shaking with anticipation.

Alan slid a hand down to my pussy and pushed my hand away. He rubbed his hand all over my pussy, spreading my flowing juices all around my heated crotch. Alan slowly worked one finger, then two, and then a third finger into my pussy, twisting and turning them in and out. He bent down and took my left nipple in his mouth, kissing and gently biting my elongated teat.

I cried out, groaning and panting, rolling my hips and working my pussy against his hand, adding to my building excitement. His hand was like a magic wand; in and out, he worked his fingers, stretching my pussy, feeling so good, driving me to the edge. When he rubbed his thumb over my clit I exploded with an intense orgasm. My ass rose off the table while my hot juicy cunt spasmed and convulsed around his deep probing fingers. I cried out oaths of pleasure as waves of orgasmic delight washed over my body. Then I finally collapsed on the table, panting and spent.

“Did you enjoy your massage, Reyanna?” Alan asked.

“Is it over already?” I asked as I caught my breath.

“The first part of it is. Come on, let’s get you off the table,” Alan said.

“Not yet,” I said as I grabbed the top of his shorts and pulled him close to the table. I unbuttoned the top snap and pulled the zipper down. I worked his cock free and pulled it close to my face. It was semi-hard. I ran my hand up and down its length several times and watched it grow to its full size, ten inches long and thick.

I squeezed his cock, and he let me have my way with it. I pulled the foreskin back and licked the smeared pre-cum and smegma from his cockhead. More pre-cum oozed from his meatus while I was licking it clean, and I licked the dollops and swallowed. I looked up at Alan and smiled. He smiled, bent forward, lowered his face to mine, and kissed my lips.

Alan stood up, grabbed his cock, and slid a couple of inches into my mouth. He moaned as I swirled my tongue around the head. I pulled him out of my mouth and licked up and down on every side of his shaft before I took him in my mouth again.

Alan moaned, grabbed the back of my head, and held his cock in my mouth. He pushed it further, past my tonsils, to the back of my throat. He bent my head back to straighten my neck and shoved his cock deep into my throat. He held it there for twenty seconds or more before he pulled out. I gasped for air, and saliva ran from the corners of my lips.

I swallowed his entire cock again, this time without his help.

“That’s it, Reyanna, you got my whole fucking cock in your throat,” Alan groaned.

I held his cock in my throat for as long as I could. My eyes were tearing, and my jaw was sore as saliva dripped from my lips. I struggled to breathe when I finally pushed him away. I looked up at Alan as I caught my breath.

“Let’s go to my bedroom. You can finish me there,” Alan suggested. His cock was throbbing and glistening with my saliva.

“Lead the way,” I eagerly complied.

When we got to his bedroom, Alan took off the rest of his clothes and sat on the end of the bed. He leaned back with his hands behind him for support. His hard, fat, black cock stood straight up in the air, still glistening with my saliva. I knelt between his legs with my arms resting on his thighs. I grabbed his cock and slowly stroked my hand up and down the shaft.

“I am going to give you a blow job you’ll never forget,” I promised as I looked him in the eyes.

I did not just give him a blow job; I worshiped the man on my knees and made love to his cock, using my face, mouth, and hands on his cock and balls. I kissed, licked, sucked, nibbled, bit, slurped, swallowed, stroked, and caressed his fat cock and big balls. I rubbed his cock all over my face. I knelt straight up and slid his cock between my breasts.

Alan flexed his hips and slid his cock back and forth between my tits. I bent my head and licked the head of his cock on each upward stroke as pre-cum continued to ooze from his meatus. Over and over, he stroked his cock between my tits until I pulled away and stopped him from fucking my cleavage, only because I could tell he was close and I wanted to prolong his pleasure.

I went back to gently licking up one side and down the other side of his cock. By now, his cock was tasting sweet and raw. I continued licking up and down his cock, and then I focused on his balls.

I hungrily sucked each testicle into my mouth before taking both of them into my mouth at the same time. I rapidly stroked his cock while sucking on both balls. Alan trembled, panted, groaned, and moaned, and I did not let up this time.

I hungered for his cum, and he screamed aloud, “Oh god, I’m cumming! Fuck! Take it, baby! Take it!” as the first shot of cum fired from his cock.

His cum fired in the air and landed in my hair and on my face. I quickly engulfed the pulsing cock in my mouth to take the next shot. The salty-sweet texture spread between my tongue and palate. Alan bucked his hips as his cock continued to fire ropes of cum that quickly filled my mouth. I allowed some to leak from my lips. It strung from my chin and dripped upon my tits. I swallowed the rest and sucked him clean. It was so delicious, the best part of any man!

“I have to admit, Reyanna, you outdid yourself this time. You are fucking awesome!” Alan said as he regained his breath.

I stayed on my knees and leaned on his thighs as Alan sat straight up. He leaned forward and rubbed his index finger along my chin. Gathering the cum that leaked from my mouth, he held it before me as I licked his finger clean.

He got up from the bed and helped me to my feet. He kissed my cum-smeared lips and tongued the inside of my mouth to better taste his cum. Then he said, “I want to fuck your brains out.”

“I certainly hope so,” I replied.

He picked me up, and I felt my feet leave the floor as he tossed me on the bed and jumped on it himself. We wrestled playfully on the bed for a minute, but he easily overpowered me. I wound up face down with Alan lying on top of me. I stopped struggling when he started kissing the back of my neck and shoulders. He kissed his way down my back, stroking and caressing my body until he reached my ass.

Alan moved to kneel behind me and lifted my hips. He got me kneeling with my ass in the air and my head on the pillow. He massaged my ass with both hands as he brought his lips to my pussy. He ran his tongue up and down my slit and teased my clit on every pass. I groaned and ground my ass against his face as his tongue dug deeper into my pussy. I was on the verge of orgasm when he stopped.

Alan moved closer behind me. He rubbed the head of his cock in the warm wet folds of my pussy before filling me with his steely shaft. I groaned with pleasure as I felt his cock stretch my pussy. He stroked in and out, faster and faster. I pushed back hard against his thrusts until our bodies were hammering into each other at a furious pace.

The fire was building in my loins with each powerful stroke. Finally, I held myself against Alan as I came. My body shuddered as the juices flowed from my pussy and dripped on the bed. Alan gripped me tightly as my orgasm washed over my body. Then Alan pulled his cock from my pussy, and I collapsed on my side, eyes closed, gasping for breath. He lay on his side, facing me as he propped on an elbow. His free hand roamed across my body from my shoulder to my thigh.

Alan rolled me onto my back after I opened my eyes and kissed me. He moved over me with his legs between mine. I reached between us and felt his cock was still rock hard. I guided him into my pussy, the fat head stretching my vagina as the shaft burrowed in. He pushed in until his balls rested against my ass.

He withdrew until only the head of his cock remained in my pussy. Steadily, he pushed back in. I spread my legs wide, opening myself to him, allowing him easier access to fill me with all of his cock.

In and out, he worked his cock, gradually building to a steady pace. He fucked me until I came a second time. I cried up to heaven as I wrapped my legs around him as tight as I could. Alan never slowed and kept on fucking me over and over. He drove his cock in and out of my quivering cunt until I came a third time.

Finally, Alan came, screaming his pleasure as he surged inside my cunt. We lay together for a long time, our arms and legs tangled, while gasping and sweating as we recovered.

Alan untangled our limbs and rolled off me. “You are a great fuck, Reyanna. That was the best sex I had in a while,” he said.

“You’re not so bad yourself,” I added as I rolled up on an elbow and looked at Alan.

He was lying on his back with his hands behind his head. His eyes were closed, and he was smiling. His cock was lying on his stomach; it was semi-hard and covered with our combined juices. Any normal woman would have been thinking of getting dressed and leaving after all that sex. But I knew I might not ever see him again, and even though he wasn’t charging me for the massage and the sex was a mutual exchange, I wanted more of him. I was thinking of sucking that cock again because I needed him back inside me.

I slowly moved up and over Alan, my face inches away from his cock. His eyes were still closed but opened when I ran my tongue along the underside of his shaft. He groaned and propped on his elbows and looked at me, his eyes wide in surprise. I went back to licking his cock and balls.

“Reyanna, what are you doing? You are a real slut, aren’t you? You want to fuck again, don’t you?” He asked as he laughed.

I could not answer because I was sucking his cock, trying to get it hard again.

“Okay, I’ll fuck you again, slut, but I need a drink. I’m fucking dehydrated,” Alan said.

Reluctantly, I stopped sucking Alan, and he rolled off the bed. He left the bedroom and came back with a sports drink in his hand. He stood at the foot of the bed, sipping his drink. His cock was standing out from his body, firm but not rock hard.

“Okay, you can get back to sucking my cock again,” Alan said.

I crawled to the foot of the bed and sat down with my legs open on either side of Alan’s legs. I grabbed his cock and began stroking it while sucking on the head. Alan just stood there, calmly drinking while I sucked his cock.

It didn’t take long for me to get Alan’s cock fully erect. I got on my hands and knees on the bed. I looked over my shoulder at him and wiggled my ass.

“I’m ready for round three.” I offered.

Alan coughed and almost spilled his drink. “Fuck yeah, Reyanna,” he answered.

He put his drink down, turned around, grabbed a bottle of oil off the dresser, then got on the bed and knelt behind me.

“Lay your head on the pillow and arch your back. That will make it easier for me to get at your asshole,” Alan said.

“What? No, I didn’t mean it that way,” I said, feeling concerned.

“Oh, come on, baby, you wanted it every other way. Have you ever had anal sex before?” Alan inquired.

“Yes, but never with a penis as large as yours, Alan,” I answered.

“Trust me, I’ll make it feel good. I promise,” Alan assured me, but I had my doubts.

I laid my head on the pillow, face to the side, and watched him pour the oil on the palm of his hand. He rubbed his hands together, warming the oil. Then he rubbed the oil along the crevice of my ass. I moaned and wiggled my ass when his fingers brushed my anus. He made me shiver when he pushed my ass cheeks apart and ran his tongue lightly across my anus.

I could tell that Alan knew what he was doing. Slowly, he worked the tip of his tongue around my asshole. I love having my asshole rimmed. I knew what was coming next and tried to relax my anal muscles. Alan held my cheeks apart as he pressed his pointed tongue into my ass. His tongue slipped in and out. It felt like he was fucking me with his tongue. It felt good.

“Reach back and grab your butt cheeks. Hold your ass open so I can fuck it,” Alan ordered.

I reached back and grabbed my cheeks while Alan slipped his middle finger into my pussy, coating it with a slick coat of our juices. Then he slowly worked his wet finger into my anus. I relaxed as he eased his finger in, and soon, the entire finger was inside me.

I felt more oil being dripped right below my tailbone. It ran down the crevice of my ass and pooled at my finger-stuffed asshole. Alan stroked his finger in and out, greasing my anal passage.

He pulled his middle finger out until just the tip was still inside me. He put his pointer finger alongside his middle finger, added more oil, and pushed both fingers in my asshole. He worked them gently in and out. He stopped and added more oil and a third finger, his ring finger, and worked all three fingers in. I groan from the pain of having my asshole stretched. Gradually, I relaxed, and the pain turned into a dull ache.

Yes, I have had anal sex before, but it was a rarity, and Alan’s three fingers alone were fatter than the dicks I’ve had in the past. Now I was being prepared for a ten-inch dick that was nearly as thick as my wrist. I wasn’t sure if I could handle it, but I didn’t want to back out, at least not yet.

Alan pulled his fingers out and said, “Your ass is gapping. Are you ready? Do you want me to fuck your ass?”

“Yes, do it,” I said.

Alan slid all three fingers back in. he twisted his hand, stretching my asshole even more. He pulled his fingers out and immediately pushed the head of his cock into my gaping asshole. My sphincter closed around the head. He poured more oil on my ass and his cock and pressed forward. I cried out as the first couple of inches filled my ass.

His cock felt much fatter in my ass than it did in my pussy, but now I was determined to take it. The slut in me was rising to the challenge. Inch by inch, Alan fed his cock into my ass until he was buried deep inside me. I could tell he was all in when I felt his pubic hair press against my ass.

“I got my whole fucking cock in your ass, Reyanna. You feel so fucking good. Don’t worry, I’ll go slow,” he promised.

Alan slid about half of his length out of my ass and poured more oil on my ass and his cock. He grabbed my hips and slowly pushed back in, filling me up again. Slowly, he built his rhythm, sliding in and out of my ass at a faster pace. I cradled my head on one arm. I moved my other hand to my pussy and rubbed my sensitive clit, moaning aloud as the pleasure grew.

All traces of pain were gone. I was filled with pleasure emanating from my pussy and asshole and spreading throughout my body. I began thrusting my hips back at Alan as his thrusts became more powerful. Over and over, we thrust into each other. I vigorously rubbed my clit and brought myself over the edge, and exploded in a blinding orgasm. My ass clamped around Alan’s thrusting cock as my entire body spasmed and convulsed. My actions caused Alan’s cock to quiver and fire several streams of warm cum into my ass.

I kept rubbing my pussy while he emptied his balls in my ass, and I came a second time. We remained in that position for a few minutes, catching our breath. Alan stayed kneeling behind me with his cock slowly softening inside my ass and slowly slid out, leaving a gaping hole in my ass with his cum leaking out until my sphincter snapped shut. He let go of me, and I fell on the bed. I turned and looked at him.

He looked at me and said, “You are an amazing woman, Reyanna.”

“You are an incredible man, Alan,” I said in return.

We rested for a while, then we showered together. I gave Alan another blowjob in the shower. It took me a while to get him to cum, but I did get another tasty treat in the end.

Alan drove me back to my hotel that night. He couldn’t stay, so I slept alone, fully content from all the sex we had. It was the last time I saw Alan, but if I ever revisit Hilton Head, a visit with Alan and another full-body massage will be first on my list.