Ride Raja

Raja's eyes widened as I pulled away from Petyr and climbed on top of him. I quickly tore open another condom and rolled it onto Raja. Then I straddled him, lowering myself onto him slowly. I gasped as I felt him slide inside me. He stretched me differently than Petyr had, a deep, filling sensation as he reached places Petyr couldn't. I began to rock back and forth, my breasts swaying with each movement. Raja reached up and grabbed them, squeezing them roughly. I leaned forward, allowing him to take one of my nipples into his mouth. He sucked and nibbled, sending a jolt of pleasure through me.

I felt bad, leaving Petyr alone to take care of himself, but I wanted this moment to myself. I began rocking my hips, forward and back, slowly at first, enjoying the full length of Raja's cock. I was already close and I quickly got caught up in my own pleasure. I sat up, lifting myself up with my thighs and dropping down hard, my ass slapping against Raja's thighs as his cock stabbed into my deepest parts. I slammed down, trying to get him deeper, harder. My breasts bounced rhythmically, flopping with each exaggerated motion.

Raja grabbed my hips and pulled me down, crashing me harder into him. I yelped with each collision.

"Oh, Raja!" I moaned. "Oh, Raja! Oh, Raja! OhRaja! OhRaja! OhRajaOhRajaOhRaja!" I was dripping sweat, panting as the pace of my bouncing increased with each up and down motion until I snapped, dropping down hard as my body convulsed. "OHHHH!" I screamed as my orgasm washed over me.

"OHHHHH!" My fingers dug into Raja's abs, pressing into the defined ridges, trying to grab hold of them to steady myself.

I collapsed onto Raja's chest, my body quivering. My hair was a mess, strewn out across his upper body, matting to his chest, abs and shoulders. I could feel his heart pounding against my cheek, a frantic rhythm that matched my own. That's when I realized I my work wasn't done. Raja hadn't cum. I pried myself off of the chiseled European and looked behind me to find Petyr sitting, jaw clenched, fist tight around his rock hard cock. He stood up and walked over to my purse, grabbing another foil package.

I got the message. With a deep breath, I got up and walked over to the couch and laid down on my back. Petyr approached, tearing the wrapper open with his teeth then rolling the condom over his erection. I bit my lip as Petyr climbed onto the couch, kneeling between my outstretched legs. He hooked his wrists under my knees and lifted my legs up, letting them settle onto his broad shoulders. I marveled at his physique. He looked like he was built of stone, a statue come to life. If I'm being honest, I wouldn't normally find his type attractive. I can't get past the personality that usually comes with a guy built like Petyr.

I should say that I used to not be able to get past the personality that usually comes with a guy built like Petyr. The old Mandy, the one who had only ever slept with one man before, who was always looking for deeper, longer, more meaningful relationships over fun, one time flings, would have never given Petyr a second look. She barely would have cared he was at the resort at all. But this Mandy - me, now - was all too willing to see what he was made of.

"Oh, God," I groaned as Petyr entered me again. My eyes fluttered as I felt my walls stretched once again. My pussy tightened at the intrusion, seemingly attempting to keep him out while also sucking him in, slowly. Petyr didn't want to take his time, though. He was horny as all hell. And so was I. Honey dripped from my slit, lubricating my tunnel as he filled me.

I gathered my composure and looked over to the bed where Raja was still lying on his back, his head propped up by a few pills, his hand working up and down his pole. The condom had been discarded, his naked cock glistened in the dim light.