Our Jamaican Vacation (Luke Powers, Black Master Book 2) Read online

  Luke Powers, Black Master

  #2

  "Our Jamaican Vacation"

  By Miriam Garrity

  Who Is Luke Powers, Black Master?

  Luke Powers is the ultimate Alpha Male.

  6'4", 250 lbs of solid black muscle, he is a big, powerful Mandingo of a Man, and his BBC is the stuff of legend.

  White women melt beneath his gaze and surrender to his strong arms and forceful sexual skills.

  White boys are helpless to stop him.

  His favorite pastime is dominating white couples - white wimps, their wives, fiancées and girlfriends - in the most perverted ways imaginable.

  NOTE: This is a fictional tale. While you probably wouldn’t be reading this unless you were intrigued by its contents, there may be some elements that offend you. If so, try to remember, it’s only words on a page and nobody is really getting hurt or abused in real life. This is merely fantasy for the (exceptionally) kinky among us…

  "Our Jamaican Vacation"

  Richard Pagginton the Third had it all.

  He was a successful businessman, a multi-millionaire and still in his 30's! He had all the right connections - his father had gone to Yale & Harvard, as did his father before him. Being a legacy admission (and a rich one, at that), he didn't even have to take the entrance exams. From there it was easy - a plum do-nothing position at his father's investment firm, stock option bonuses, a few insider stock trades here and there that the FEC would never look into and he was richer than most Americans ever dream of being. It was almost too easy.

  He was amazingly lucky in love, too. His wife, a mere 21 years old, was the absolute vision of purity and beauty. Her eyes were large, crystal blue and her bone structure was just perfect. She looked like an angel on Earth.

  While he wasn't ugly, he wasn't handsome, either. He was kind of short for a man - only 5'6" and rather skinny but with a bit of a gut at the same time. Sitting around an office all day playing solitaire isn't great for his physique. And he was pretty sure his hairline was receding.

  Despite his physical... shortcomings... Richard knew Whitney would never leave him - she adored him. She came from a very wealthy, aristocratic white family as well. Her parents were friends of his parents. She was a bit of a rebel, though... she had a bit of a “wild side”.

  But her best asset was surely her body. She was a good 5'10", had creamy white skin, wavy naturally light blonde hair cut in a bob at her shoulders, large, firm breasts (a generous D cup at least), and the most perfect ass God had ever sculpted.

  And she was all his. They'd met and married in less than 6 months.

  It was almost too easy.

  Of course, it helped being white. After all, he knew, whites were just smarter. Better at business and all that. Certainly other races had their strengths, too - Asians were good at math (if uncreative), Mexicans were hard workers, blacks were good at sports, and so on. But white men, he knew, were really meant to be the ones running everything. They just naturally belonged in charge. The world worked best that way, he assured himself.

  Looking around the beach at all the black waiters and waitresses affirmed his world view. Here he was with his wife, on vacation at one of the most expensive and exclusive resorts in the Caribbean. And all around them were the natives, calling them "Sir" and "Ma'am" and waiting on them hand and foot. And they all seemed so happy to be subservient to the white folk. This must be the natural order of things, Richard thought.

  Turning his attention from his reverie back to his beautiful wife, he let his gaze caress her naked body. Whitney lay there recumbent and perfect in the warm rays of the noon sun, shining like an ivory statue. Her fine hair caught the sunlight and seemed to glow golden-white. Of all the other women on this nude beach, none could compare to her stunning, natural beauty.

  Whitney turned her eyes from the romance novel she was reading and caught his gaze.

  "What's the matter, honey?" her sweet voice lilted through the fresh sea-breeze air.

  "Nothing, nothing," he assured her, "it's just..."

  She looked at him quizzically.

  "I just love you so much, my Pretty-Whitty..." he proclaimed earnestly.

  "Oh, Richie... I love you, too!" she said as she reached out and held his hand with hers.

  They smiled sweetly at each other, exchanged a light peck on the lips and returned to their reading.

  Richard flipped through his issue of The Weekly Standard, reading an article about liberals whining over the loss of entitlement programs like Social Security, Medicare, Welfare and all those other rewards for lazy, poor people. As far as Richard was concerned, those people got more than they deserved. If they’re not smart enough to succeed in the world, they shouldn't complain and they certainly shouldn't expect the ones who *do* work for a living to support them! It was absurd! They should be happy they're not homeless and living on the street... or dead! After all, beggars can't be choosers!

  Richard finished the article and shook his head derisively at those bleeding-heart liberals always crying over the "plight" of the poor minorities. What a crock, he thought as he set the magazine down and gazed out into the ocean.

  Out about 30 feet from the shoreline, he saw a shiny black round form rising from the water. He wondered what it might be - a seal, perhaps? No, they preferred colder waters... then, as he watched, he saw a huge, pitch-black, impressively-muscled black man walking out of the water towards the beach...

  As the black goliath rose from the clear blue waters, Rich was simply amazed at his size. He must have been nearly 7 feet tall and well over 250 pounds. He seemed like more a giant than a man.

  "Honey, what are you looking at?" Whitney said, but Rich couldn't pull his eyes away to answer.

  His wife followed Richard’s locked gaze and saw the massive black Adonis for herself. She gasped as she saw him and leered at the ebony idol striding out of the surf towards them.

  As they watched, transfixed, it was as if he moved in slow motion. His meaty, perfectly-toned muscles rippled with each step he took. The sun glinted off his dark, wet skin.

  And, as he rose above the surf, they saw it.

  A gargantuan, pitch-black horse-cock swaying between his legs - down to his knees - as he strode purposely out of the ocean. The swinging monster phallus was hypnotic, like a magician's watch. Neither Richard nor Whitney could tear their eyes from the man. It was like a Greek creation myth come true - an ebony God of beauty and virility borne from the foam of the ocean, itself.

  He stopped about 30 feet in front of the couple and shook his bald head to shake the water from it. As he shook, the mesmerized white couple could see every individual, perfect muscle of his body flex and relax. His cock swung heavily through the air - slapping one thigh and then the other, a spray of water flying off of it with each impact.

  Suddenly, the black man's dark, penetrating eyes turned on them. He stared right at them as if he'd sensed them watching him!

  Richard quickly turned away pretending not to stare, but he saw his wife was still agape, unable to tear her eyes from him.

  Then he noticed - he couldn't believe it, but... he saw that Whitney was drooling! She actually had saliva running down her chin! It had even dropped down onto her perfect, white breasts! Her pink nipples were erect and he could swear he smelled the scent of her pussy - it must have been steaming and dripping wet! She wriggled her hips a little bit and he knew his suspicions were confirmed.

  Richard didn't know what to think... was his beautiful, pure, white wife actually excited by this... this savage? Well, he thought, blacks are more like animals - they are built f
or physical activities. He supposed it wasn't unusual to sense the primal forces in them.

  But, certainly, she would never actually act on it. She had never expressed interest in any black celebrities and often spoke of being uncomfortable around "those people". If this animalistic display excited something in her, surely he would capitalize on it later, in their bungalow bed.

  Richard reached out to snap his wife back to reality, but out of the corner of his eye, he saw the black man moving... towards them! He watched, paralyzed as he strode straight for them! What was he going to do? Rob them? Was he going to yell at him for staring? Did he even speak English? He involuntarily held his breath as the giant of a man approached them...

  Richard suddenly felt very small and self-conscious about his body. He covered his own meager, pale penis with his hand and tried to look anywhere but at the approaching black goliath... Though from the corner of his eye, he could see his wife made no attempt to hide her fascination. She locked her gaze on the tower of ebony muscle, soaking in every inch of his strapping form... especially the several thick inches swinging between his sinewy thighs.

  Now the black man was right upon them! Richard sucked in his breath and tensed as the intimidating dark form strode up to them, casting them in cold shadow... and passed right between them up the steps to the resort. Whitney watched his powerful, athletic round ass disappear behind the bushes as he continued up the path and sighed wistfully.

  Coming to their senses, Richard and Whitney awkwardly tried not to make eye contact. Instead, they made a show of adjusting their postures and went back to reading, not saying a word.

  Richard looked down at his own nude body and felt a bit repulsed. His tiny, shriveled white “willy” (as Whitney liked to call it) was barely visible beyond his growing gut. It was tucked in its little sheath and sticking out barely an inch from between his modest fat rolls. Ashamed of his relative lack of endowment, he set his copy of The Weekly Standard over his flaccid, stubby penis and tried to concentrate on an article about Christian organizations and politics.

  He read the first sentence over and over about 5 times before deciding to give up the charade.

  Richard realized he was drenched in sweat. The sun was getting higher in the sky, he told himself - that must be it. But he knew he had begun to sweat the moment the black giant looked at him and his wife. Being a white guy, it didn't take much sweat to make him stink, and if he was going to take advantage of his wife's horny disposition later, he knew he should get clean.

  He stood up and looked around, "Honey, I think I'm going to go rinse off..." he said lazily, trying to be casual.

  "Hmm?" Whitney said, looking up from her romance novel, "oh, okay, Pookums, I'm going to stay out here a bit longer and finish this chapter, okay?"

  "Alright, Honey, see you in a bit," Richie leaned down and kissed her on the forehead. She returned her attention to her novel and waved to him absently as he walked up the steps to the resort path.

  Richard headed for the public shower just off the beach to rinse off. He heard the water running and looked in, quickly, to see if it was occupied or if someone had just left the water running. He was shocked to see the black goliath from the beach in the shower, already rinsing off!

  Richard quickly stepped back before the man saw him. He waited... He looked around trying to see if there were any other showers nearby, but this is the only one he'd seen since they arrived at the resort yesterday. He paced a bit, debating whether to remain until the shower was open. It was a long walk back to the bungalow and he really didn't want to get any sweatier.

  He waited several minutes, but the shower just kept running. Surely the black man must have finished by now! Maybe someone else had come in from the other side? He leaned around the corner and peeked in again to see.

  What he saw was the large black man rinsing off his humongous cock with long, slow strokes. Richard stared, amazed at the weight and girth of the massive tool, not to mention the prodigious length! And, as the black man's large, muscular hands worked his veiny cock clean, Richard was sure he could see it growing... thickening... throbbing...

  Suddenly Richard looked up at the black man's face and saw him staring at him! Embarrassed, Rich instantly bolted off back down the path and made for the bungalows...

  Fifteen minutes later, Richard (huffing and puffing from the brisk walk in the beating Caribbean sun) stumbled into the bungalow and bent over, grabbing his thighs to catch his breath. He looked around, breathing hard, trying to calm down. Had that black man been masturbating in public? Wasn't that against resort rules?

  “I mean, it's a nude resort, sure, but sex in public is supposed to be against the rules!” Richard thought, “He should be fired for such a lewd display!”

  Richard would have a talk with the manager in the morning. Unless the black man was a guest... no, that's ridiculous, he could never afford to stay here. He must be a local, some uneducated Jamaican handy-man, probably... tanned and muscular from working in the sugar cane fields since he was a child, no doubt.

  Richard stood up and gathered himself, stretching. He walked into the bathroom and caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. He straightened up and sucked in his gut. He wasn't such a bad specimen, he thought. A few sit-ups, maybe a couple days a week at the gym...

  And he thought his penis was a reasonable size. A monstrosity like that black man's would be useless, he thought. In fact, it was so big that it probably couldn't even get hard. It would take too much blood volume and such high blood pressure that the poor bastard would probably pass out if he attempted to get a full “stiffy” as Whitney called them.

  He almost felt sorry for the black guy, being born with such a deformity. He probably couldn't get an erection and orgasm. Richard looked down at his own shrunken penis and wiggled it to get it to come out and be its full length. He shook it around a bit and let it hang at its normal flaccid length of three inches... if he held his belly back at the top. Again, nothing a few sit-ups couldn't solve.

  Richard stepped into the shower and closed the curtain. It was a spacious stall, and usually high because of the waterfall-like luxury shower head hanging from the ceiling. He turned the knob and stood under the 120 individual streams of water raining down from overhead. Its warmth cascaded over him and he closed his eyes and enjoyed the sensation.

  He thought of his wife and how sexy she looked on the beach... her skin glistening with the slightest film of perspiration... her hips wiggling... the scent of her sex in the air...

  Richard looked around guiltily and pulled closed the tall, opaque shower curtain that would afford him total privacy. Then he closed his eyes and stood under the water, reaching down... He began to stroke himself. His little three-inch pecker got hard in his hand and he began to increase his pace...

  Just then, he heard the shower curtain being yanked open and he jumped, surprised to be caught masturbating in the shower by his wife! He turned around and, as the water cleared from his eyes he saw it wasn't his wife at all...

  It was the black giant from the beach!

  Naked!

  In his shower!

  Richard stood there, frozen in place as the black Adonis stared down at him. The dark-skinned mountain of man was a full foot taller than the scrawny white excuse for a man.

  The black man stepped into the shower and slowly, purposefully closed the curtain behind him.

  Richard didn't know what to do. He didn't know what to think. He couldn't think anymore. He was like a deer in the headlights. Like helpless prey before a predator... if he didn't move, maybe he'd live!

  The black goliath took a step towards Richard and the small white man instinctively took a step back and slipped, falling back against the wall. He caught himself and straightened back up. The black man was silent, he didn't need to speak. His posture and his eyes said it all: Richard was not getting away.

  Richard gazed up into the dark, intense eyes of the ebony intruder for what seemed like several minutes. The whit
e man didn't dare move - didn't dare say anything... what could he do? The black man's blazing eyes simply burned into him, unflinching, unwavering, unblinking.

  Richard felt his knees weaken, his stomach began to feel funny and he felt a tightness in his throat... this huge, black monster could do whatever he wanted with him and there was nothing Richard could do to stop him!

  Slowly, deliberately, the black man raised his massive right hand. Richard looked at it, but didn't flinch. He didn't know if the black man was going to hit him or strangle him, or... his hand rose up above Richard's head and settled on his scalp.

  With just the slightest hint of downward pressure, Richard understood the black man's intent. He casually, slowly pushed Richard down onto his knees in front of him. Richard had to steady himself on the black man's rippling, muscular thighs to prevent himself from falling straight down onto the floor of the shower. The whole time Richard kept his eyes locked with the black man's, trying to read his intent.

  From his submissive position on his knees before the towering black god, Richard saw the tremendous ebony fucktool up close for the very first time. He gawked at it in utter awe; he couldn't believe a human cock could possibly get that huge! It looked more like a horse cock than a human's.

  He gulped audibly and looked back up at the silent, enormous Negro looming over him. The black man simply nodded subtly, telling Richard nonverbally exactly what the puny white man was supposed to be doing down there.

  Despite protests from some small, distant reasoning part of his mind that told him this was all wrong, Richard couldn't help himself. With trance-like movements, he reached out and cupped the colossal ebony dong in his two soft, white hands. He wasn't prepared for the weight and, especially, the *heat* of the beast! And it was so thick that he couldn't clasp his small hands all the way around it. He held it there, mesmerized by it, feeling its weight in his hands, feeling its burning heat, the pulsations of blood through its protruding veins... and, he realized, its growing size!