He called over one of his space servants to remove the slave-girl’s space robes. When fully nude the King lay his hand first on her face and then sl...wly let them slide down her body. He cupped her smallish dubs in his hands before kissing both tits, one after the other, smiling. The King guessed that the tart was around sixteen or seventeen years old. In all his eight-hundred years of existence, he wondered why he had never seen a space girl as sweet as this one. King Zemanshãh worked his way. “Looks like you’re on your own here today, like me, right?” he asked, and I nodded.“What generally happens on these excursions is that they pair people up for safety reasons. Interested in being my ‘snorkel buddy’ for today?” he asked.I agreed -- I didn’t know anyone else on the excursion, so what’s the difference -- and as the boat approached Trunk Bay, we started talking. I told him I was cruising on my own, thanks to a recent breakup. He told me he was a lawyer from central Florida, cruising. Clarence was lying down on the bench, Shelley was on top riding his massive black cock while the surfer ripped away at her ass! My head was screaming no, no but my boy-prick sprang back to life anyway. I watched that huge tanned, veined man-cock invading the hole that I had never been allowed to touch…and it made me hard. As the two men double penetrating my bride approached orgasm, I could feel my own semen coursing from my balls to the head of my dick. As they tightened up and rode her pussy. As I nibbled on his chest I slid his jeans over his butt, wow I could feel his legs so firm as my hands slid them down, then I let go and they fell to the floor, on that note he pulled mine down round my ankles and I burst out laughing, kicked them off and walked towards the bathroom, turned towards him and gestured with my finger for him to follow, then I unclipped my bra and let it fall to the floor, no sooner as I was In the bathroom I could hear him banging around in the other room trying.