It was mid-September and the fall vacations had begun. My two daughters had flown to the States with their ******* and I was packing my bags for my vacation in Morocco. 2014 had been a stressful year for me. First the divorce and the associated countless appointments with lawyers, the court hearing where my lawyer luckily got the maximum for me. Then moving out of the house I had lived in for almost 15 years and moving into my new condominium. As my ex-husband also has his office in the house we lived in (he is a self-employed financial advisor, although I never understood exactly what he does, only that he apparently earns a lot of money), we agreed that he should keep the house and that I should move out with my daughters. I didn't want to live in the house any more anyway. My thoughts only revolved around where he could have fucked his secretary in our house.
For my well-deserved vacation in Morocco, I had chosen a small but exclusive hotel, La Sultana in Oualidia. I had booked the Caban suite there, a kind of tree house. My anticipation was great when I landed in Casablanca. The 2-hour drive to the hotel in a Bentley made me feel like a queen. The reception at the hotel was just as sublime. Every wish was read from my eyes. And the facilities are truly sensational. After checking into my room, I treated myself to a large portion of oysters on the terrace with a bottle of Chardonnay. Then I went to bed early.
I woke up to a knock on the door. It was room service bringing me breakfast. After having breakfast and a shower, I decided to go to the beach. I put on my bikini and went out the door. The hotel is located on a lagoon, so it is separated from the sea. I walked along the beach and found a spot I liked. I spread out my beach towel and started doing my yoga exercises. When I had finished, I folded up the beach towel and wanted to go back to the hotel. And then I noticed the man. He was sitting about 20 meters away from me on a stone under a tree. He was wearing a white djellaba. His face was dark and gaunt, with a hooked nose, piercing black eyes and he had a mottled gray beard. I estimated that he was over 60.
He grinned at me. I had no idea how long he had been sitting there watching me do yoga. And then I saw that he had pulled his djellaba up over his knees. My eyes fell on his genitals and I was like hypnotized. I had never seen such a big cock and testicles before. He made a gesture with his hand and motioned for me to come to him.
I approached him as if in a trance. When I got to him, he said in French “You are a fine white whore. Kneel down and suck my cock” My brain must have completely shut down because I got down on my knees, took his huge cock in my hand and brought it to my mouth. He smelled quite strongly of piss but I slid my mouth over his glans and licked it. I could feel how this excited him and his erection increased. Soon I was struggling just to get his glans in my mouth. “Do you like that whore”, he asked and put his hand on the back of my head. He pushed me deeper and I started to gag. He let go and I had his cock out of my mouth for a brief moment. I struggled for breath but shortly afterwards he pushed his cock back into my mouth.
I don't know how long it went on like this. My saliva ran down the corners of my mouth and every now and then my eyes went black. He started to moan and I knew he was about to come. He gripped my head with both hands while he ejaculated in my mouth. I swallowed his cum as best I could. He pulled his cock out of my mouth, patted my cheek and said: "You've done well whore, now get up”. I stood up with shaky legs. He looked down at my bikini bottoms and said, “Well, look at that”. I looked down and saw a dark wet spot. He pulled my panties down with his left hand and grabbed my crotch with his right hand. When he pulled his hand back again, his palm was full of my slime. “You must have really enjoyed sucking me whore. I want you back here tomorrow night at 8. And now go.”