First Rich Cock: A Miami Yacht Memory That Changed Everything

Thinking of past events during this winter weather.

I can’t believe I’m sitting here thinking of my first rich cock. After all, they do say that the best memories are the ones you can’t quite forget. In fact, some memories don’t fade at all. Then with the smallest trigger, they jolt back to life. Like this naughty dare I did. I’ll just get into what they are so you’ll see what I mean. My girls and I vacationed in Miami, FL. Catching the sun and stares, of course. While at the beach bar we were approached. “Just come with us”, said a middle-aged man who didn’t look like he belonged there. He wore a polo shirt, khaki shorts, boat shoes and a Rolex. Dang, I can’t forget that million-dollar smile.

I was hesitant at first but daring. There were three of us. me and my two friends, I mean. Back then, I nervous, giggly college student who was newly 18 years old to my friends’ age of 20, beyond their first rich cock. We were led to a huge yacht that was already loaded with guests. We boarded and before long were out on the sea. There were young guys, older guys, and hot bikini bodies everywhere. I can’t forget to mention the array of food and drinks for us to enjoy. Oh, I forgot to tell what I wore. I wore a black and black sling shot bikini, with a cream mini skirt cover-up.

After about an hour of roaming around, I found myself on the bottom deck looking for a restroom

I couldn’t help but notice all of the bedrooms. Most of which were locked. Then I saw one of my friends walking into a room and a much older guy. I used the bathroom and came out to find the man who had invited us waiting for me. There was something about him that didn’t scare me; in fact, his stance put me at ease. He gripped my hand within his strong hand and guided me into a room for my first rich cock.

As I stood there, he told me how attractive I was and that I should use my looks to enhance my life. As he talked, he also slowly took his belt off. He stared at me with those aged eyes and locked me into his gaze. Slowly approaching me and I stood in front of the closed door. There I was, mostly naked and put under his authoritative spell. Once I could feel him arua on me, and my nipple on his chest, I wanted more. “Kneel”, he said. My knees were buckling as if they had a brain of their own.

I looked up at first rich cock as his cock grew

He still had his pants on, but I knew what he wanted. As I reached for his button, I was stopped. In his stern, yet arousing tone, he told me to “listen”. “Good toys listen,” he said as he started to rub his bulge on my lips. “Hands by your side,” he commanded. As his strong hand moved to the back of my head. “Stick your tongue out,” he said as he continued. I smelled the musk of his balls. The sweet scent of his pre-cum made me want to swallow him whole. What was happening confused me and made me horny at the same time.

As I knelt on my knees, the door opened and closed, bringing in at least one more person. “Don’t look. Good toys just are,” he said as I stayed still. Exactly as he first instructed me to do. First rich cock moans grew louder as he removed his hand from the back of my head and unzipped his pants. Revealing his rock-hard 7-inch cock that came all over my pretty face. He painted me and told me to stay. Can you guess what came next?

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