Foreign Temptations: Fun in the Tropics

The sun hung low over the quiet stretch of beach as the clear blue ocean waves softly rippled lazily against the sand. 

Cassandra lay stretched out on her stomach on a thin blanket. The fabric of the skimpy little black bikini Raj had bought for her from the market stand the day before did little to hide the shape of her body. The thin strings tied around her hips cut into the curve of her ass just enough to make Raj grin every time he caught a glimpse.

She felt his eyes on her now, as she always did. His wiry shadow loomed over her as he stepped behind her on the sand. The subtle ache between her thighs was a blissful reminder of last night’s passionate lovemaking session. A lot of lustful, raw truth was revealed then, causing her to rethink her life choices about her career… and Jason. 

Cassandra’s mind was spinning at an almost dizzying pace. She couldn’t believe she was actually considering staying with this perverted old man. But god. The things he did to her made that choice so damn tempting. 

“Hmm… look at you, Cassandra…” Raj murmured, his Indian accent curling around his words. He squatted down next to her, the sand crunching under his feet as he dragged his rough palm along the back of her thigh. “So pretty in this tiny thing I got for you, no?”

She cracked one eye open, smirking as she shifted her hips, making the tiny bikini bottom ride even higher. “You’re staring again, old man.”

Raj chuckled amusingly low in his throat. “Heh, of course I stare. How can I not, eh? Look at this ass… all mine.” He reached out, cupping her cheek in his dark palm, squeezing just enough to make her soft flesh spill between his bony fingers. Cassandra shivered, the sun hot on her back, but his touch even hotter. 

“Hmm, Raj…” she warned, though her voice was more amused than annoyed. She buried her face in her folded arms, biting her lip when he leaned over her, his knees pressing into the blanket as he squeezed the other cheek too. He kneaded her ass slowly, thumbs brushing under the strings that barely hid anything. 

A bit later, as the afternoon sun dipped lower over the ocean, the beach became quieter and emptier than it already was. All that remained was the constant sound of waves and the occasional breeze brushing through the trees. 

Cassandra sat with her legs stretched out, sunglasses on, her skin glistening with a sheen of tanning oil. Her tiny bikini still barely covered anything, especially now that she had two strong drinks with Raj to take the edge off. The bottle of tropical rum he’d brought was nearly gone now, poured into plastic cups they’d been sipping from, mixed with soda and local crushed fruit. 

She was flushed and giggling, a little tipsy, her head tilted back as Raj settled snugly behind her. 

“Hmmm… Raj, this rum is really strong,” she said lazily, swirling the last bit of her drink before downing it. “But really good.”

Raj chuckled, his accent low and smooth in her ear. “Glad you agree. Best we enjoy paradise with a little something to ease the mood, no?”

He leaned in close, his bare chest pressed against her back, skinny arms wrapping around her as he rested his bony hands just below her ribs. The heat between them was already simmering, but now, with the rum running hot in her blood, she didn’t bother hiding the way she pressed into him. 

Raj’s hands moved higher, slow and greedy, until his palms cupped her breasts over the bikini top. He squeezed them gently, his thumbs brushing over the thin fabric, teasing her nipples until they stiffened from his touch.

Cassandra let out a soft breath, her body squirming slightly as he kissed her shoulder, then the side of her neck. 

“Raj…” she whispered, biting back a pleased grin. “Someone one might see…”

The old bastard only laughed, his breath hot against her skin. “Hmm, no one’s here, just us, beautiful.”

“God, you’re such a dirty old man,” she murmured, her voice low and teasing. Her body was already melting into him, her long legs drawing together at the building heat between them.

His lecherous hands didn’t stop. One stayed on her breast, squeezing and kneading her soft flesh while the other slid down, tracing the soft curve of her stomach, then even lower. She gasped softly as his fingers slipped beneath the waistband of her bikini bottoms, teasing her smooth-shaven mound, then dipping lower between her legs. 

“Mmm… so wet already, baby,” he whispered, nuzzling against her ear. “You want this, no? You’ve wanted it all day.”

Cassandra swallowed hard, her breath hitching as his fingers rubbed slow, deliberate circles against her slick lips, her pussy growing wetter by the second.

“Oh… fuck… Raj…” she warned, though her tone lacked any sharpness.

He just smiled into the crook of her neck, kissing her perfect skin again as his hand worked slowly under her bikini bottoms. The rum, the ocean, the heat, and the way he lewdly touched her all melted together. Her thighs twitched, and she lifted her hips without meaning to.

“That’s it,” Raj murmured, fingers dipping ever deeper. “Good girl… let it happen.”

Cassandra’s breath deepened as Raj’s fingers slid even deeper, curling just right. He knew her body well, every sweet spot, every way she twitched or squeezed when he hit it. His bony fingers moved slowly but firmly, coaxing her open, teasing her clit with his palm while he worked her from the inside. 

She bit her lip hard, trying not to moan too loudly. Her sunglasses fell halfway down her nose, and her dark hair was a mess from the salty breeze, but she couldn’t care less. Raj was behind her, his mouth pressed against her neck like a sucker fish, whispering filth in that thick accent between kisses. 

His free hand cupped her jaw and turned her face toward him. Their mouths immediately crashed together into a messy, open-mouthed kiss, their tongues sliding together. He swallowed her gasps as he slid two fingers past her wet folds, drawing a muffled moan from her.

Raj grinned against her lips, feeling her squirm against his touch. He fingered her harder, his digits sleuthing skillfully in and out of her aching pussy while his other hand moved to her tit, gripping it while their lips locked in a sloppy, heated kiss.

He didn’t rush. His middle two fingers kept sliding in and out of her folds, and her wetness seeped into his palm as he worked her with expert precision. His other hand greedily groped her boob, his fingers sliding beneath her top, his thumb flicking over her nipple. 

“Mmm… just like that,” he whispered. “You feel that, Cassandra? You’re gripping me so tight… Can’t wait to slide my cock in this pussy again.”

“Fuck,” she breathed, nibbling on her lip as her hips shifted, grinding slightly against his hand.

He moved deeper, stretching her a little more, curling his fingers upward until she gasped again. Her hand reflexively grabbed at his thigh for support. The sensation of him prodding at her G-spot made her legs quiver and her pretty blue eyes flutter. His rhythm was steady but relentless, dragging out every pulse and squeeze from inside her soaked pussy.

Raj sucked lightly on her earlobe. “You gonna cum for me? Out in the open like this?”

She didn’t answer, too lost in the pleasure. Her toes curled against the blanket, the pressure in her belly rising fast as his fingers continued their arousing onslaught. The deep curls followed by teasing strokes along her clit with his palm sent potent shocks through her. Every drag of his hand drew heavier breaths and moans from her lips. 

They kissed again, their tongues tangling as she moaned into his mouth, gasping between kisses as her body tightened and trembled against his wiry form. His fingers didn’t stop. 

“Ouuuhhh—Raj—right there… right there—”

“Go on, baby,” he urged, his voice almost loving. “Let me feel it. Cum. Cum for me.”

She came with a sharp gasp, thighs clamping together tightly around his hand as her orgasm tore through her. Her whole body jerked, and her hips rocked against his hand as he fucked her through it, slow and deliberate. She writhed in his arms, and the pleasure washed over her in waves. 

Raj held her steady, murmuring softly into her ear, kissing her cheek as she rode it out. When her breathing slowed, he finally pulled his fingers free, slick and coated with her sweet nectar. 

He brought them to his mouth without hesitation, sucking them clean one at a time as if they were dessert. 

“Mmm… always so sweet.”

Cassandra, flushed and panting, turned her head and gave him a crooked, breathless smile. 

“Pervert.”

Raj just grinned and leaned in to kiss her again. It was slow and hungry with the taste of her still on his tongue. 

Cassandra panted heavily, still breathless from her orgasm, but the hunger hadn’t gone away. If anything, it had deepened. Her lips were red and slightly parted, and her cheeks were still flushed from the pleasure he’d just pulled out of her on this pristine beach. But now there was something more in her gaze, something primal.

“Hmm, I want to fuck,” she murmured, sliding her hand up his thigh and giving him a look that left nothing to question. 

A cocky, knowing grin stretched across Raj’s face. “Hah… of course you do,” he said, leaning in to kiss her again. His mouth devoured hers, lips and tongue greedy, her hands already tugging at the waistband of his swim shorts.

But a sharp gust of wind reminded them where they were. They were still exposed even if the beach was mostly empty. They didn’t want to risk getting caught. Raj pulled back with a wicked look in his eye, glancing toward a patch of tangled brush just a short walk up the shore. 

Without a word, he nodded toward it. Cassandra raised a brow as she curiously looked on.

“What?” she asked, though a spark in her eyes said she already knew.

The old man grinned. “Come, come.”

They gathered their things—blanket, towels, half-empty bottle of rum—and made their way barefoot across the warm sand. Raj led the way with confidence, with his taller, American lover in tow, ducking into the overgrown brush that curved around the edge of the beach. The greenery thickened, cocooning them in a quiet, secluded space tucked away from the rest of the world. 

It was perfect. 

Sunlight filtered through the canopy above. The ground was soft with warm sand, ringed with wide leaves and thick foliage that shielded them from every angle. Raj dropped the blanket onto the ground and spread it out, smoothing the corners. 

“Now,” he said, glancing back at her as he tugged his shorts down his feet, his already hard cock springing free. “Where were we?”

Cassandra’s fetching blue eyes widened with a spark of thrill as she bit her bottom lip. Her gaze was locked on his throbbing endowment, her pussy growing insatiably wet the longer she stared. 

She wasted no time.

She reached behind her, tugging the knot of her top loose, slipping the straps down her shoulders and allowing it to fall from her chest, exposing her supple, shapely breasts. Her nipples were stiff in the humid air, and Raj’s eyes locked onto them instantly. 

She didn’t stop there.

Her slender fingers hooked into the sides of her bikini bottoms and began inching them down her hourglass hips, peeling them from her serene, fair skin. Slowly, seductively, she stepped out of them, completely bare now except for a thin anklet Raj had gifted her and the shimmer of sweat on her skin. 

Raj swallowed, beady eyes drinking her in.  

“Goddamn…” he whispered. “You’re a dream, sexy.”

She smirked. “Then lie down and let me ruin you, old man.”

He did as she said, reclining back onto the blanket, propping himself up just enough to watch her move. His cock throbbed against his stomach, precum leaking onto his dark skin. Cassandra followed, kneeling beside him and leaning over, pressing a soft kiss to his chest. Another to his stomach. Then lower. 

She kissed her way down his body, slow and sensual, her soft hands roaming, fingertips trailing over his ribs, his hips, the sharp dip of his pelvis. She shifted over, kneeling between his legs and wrapping her hand around his thick base, giving his veiny shaft a few good pumps. 

Cassandra didn’t go for it right away. Instead, she kissed lower, licking a slow strip just beneath his heavy balls, teasing his sensitive skin. Her hands slid under his thighs, palms warm and firm. Then, in one smooth motion, she pushed his legs up and apart, spreading him wide open.

Raj let out a startled breath. “Wha—Cassandra—”

But she didn’t give him a chance to resist. Her tongue met his rim with a warm, wet lick, circling, teasing, then pushing in just slightly. He moaned, a loud and raw sound, his thighs twitching as she held him open.

“Ohhh—ahh… fuuuuck…”

She worked him over with purpose. Her tongue moved in slow circles while her hand was wrapped around his cock, stroking him with a slick, steady rhythm. His moans filled the small clearing, and his body trembled as she devoured him. 

“You like that?” she murmured, her voice low against his skin.

Raj couldn’t even answer. His back arched slightly, hands clenching the blanket beneath.

Cassandra kept going; she licked deeper, sucked his balls, and stroked him in time with her mouth. She didn’t stop until this perverted old bastard was a moaning mess, toes curled, thighs shaking. 

She glanced up at him through her lashes; her lips were slick and parted as her hand pumped his length in long, wet strokes. Raj was already trembling beneath her, breath ragged, eyes wide and glassy with pure pleasure.

She leaned in and took him deep again, swallowing his cock inch by inch until her nose brushed his grayed, stubble pubes at his base. He moaned louder and more guttural; he lifted his hips as the hot, tight, and wet sensation of her throat engulfed him. 

”Ahhh! Fuckkkkk! Yesss! So good!” 

She eased back slowly, letting him slide from her mouth with a wet pop, then dipped back lower to take both his balls into her mouth at once, warm and full against her tongue. Her hand never stopped stroking him, smooth and relentless, while her thumb gently circled the slick, sensitive head of his cock. 

Raj’s body tensed, his voice cracking. “Ohhhh god… ohhhh! More… more!”

She gave one last lick of his shaft, then pushed his thighs wider again. Her mouth trailed back down, her tongue sliding between his cheeks to find his entrance once more. She licked deeper this time, and her technique was slow, insistent, and filthy.

Raj’s skinny hips bucked as he gasped, legs twitching uncontrollably. “Fuck! C-Cassandra—”

She moaned into him, eating him out with the same focused, greedy rhythm. Her strokes matched her tongue, teasing and consuming, her face buried between his legs, her fingers gripping his thighs to keep him spread open.

He writhed against her hold, voice broken into ragged moans. His cock twitched wildly against her slick palm. He could feel his orgasm rise within him. He was close. So painfully close.

Then suddenly… she stopped.

“Augh! Argh—” Raj let out a pleading grunt. He blinked, breathless and stunned, trying to process what had just happened. 

Before he could speak, Cassandra let go of his legs and climbed up, straddling his hips with her thighs spread wide. Her pussy hovered just above his soaked cock, glistening and flushed from her own arousal. She looked down at him, smug and hungry, her breath hot and steamy. 

“Oh, don’t cum yet,” she whispered, grinding against him. “I want you to lose it inside me.”

She kept teasing him with slow, deliberate rolls of her hips. Raj’s breathing was erratic, his old body shuddering from the edge she had cruelly pulled him back from. His cock throbbed helplessly beneath her, soaked from her mouth, her strokes, her tongue. Everything except the one thing he loved most. 

“Augh… you Americans are so naughty,” he groaned, voice raw and amused as he locked eyes with her. “Hurry up, baby. Put it in already.”

She smirked, her fingers sliding down his wiry torso, leaving damp streaks across his brown skin. His chest rose and fell fast under her palms. His muscles were tight with tension.

“Hmm, you want it? I’ll give it to you,” she purred, voice thick with desire, “but not until you beg like a good boy.”

Raj whimpered through his clenched teeth, though his heart raced with excitement. What has gotten into her? Cassandra leaned forward, her full breasts brushing against his chest, her lips at his ear. 

“Beg.”

He growled, exasperated and desperate. “Cassandra… please, I need you… I need to feel you… inside, now! Let me feel your pussy!”

That was enough.

She straightened, planted both hands against his chest, and with one slow exhale, she guided him against her wet entrance, sinking down onto him. His cock slid into her with a hot, slick stretch that made them both gasp. Her thighs trembled slightly, her breath catching in her throat as she bottomed out, seated deep on him. 

“Mmm… fuck… so big.”

Raj’s bony fingers dug into her hips as he moaned. Cassandra’s sweaty hands spread out across his chest, her palms sliding slightly over his wiry frame. 

She started to ride him, slowly at first, rocking her hips steadily, rolling her pelvis in tight, grinding circles. Then her pace picked up. Her ankles were tucked outside his thighs with her knees bent wide, while she rose and dropped with practiced ease, bouncing with a wet slap each time she came down on him. 

Raj’s hands slid to her ass, gripping her plush flesh tightly, guiding her movements with trembling urgency. He was smaller than her, and it showed as she took control. The contrast between them was stark. The softness of her bigger, shapelier body against his lean, wiry old body always made things feel tastefully erotic. 

“You like that?” she whispered breathlessly, hips grinding deeper as her soaked pussy milked him. 

Raj’s head fell back, his mouth slack. “God… yes… ride me, baby… just like that… Augh!”

And she did. Grinding, bouncing, and teasing him again toward that edge, her body moving with sensual confidence, determined to make him lose it only when she was ready. 

Cassandra didn’t let up. Her body moved with greedy precision, her slick folds gripped his cock with every bounce. Her thighs slapped against his hips, the sound filthy and wet beneath the canopy of rustling leaves. Sweat dripped down her swaying breasts, her black hair sticking to her temples. She was wild with carnal lust; her eyes were half-lidded, and she parted her mouth in ecstasy as she worked herself up and down his addicting cock like a woman possessed.

Raj was equally a mess beneath her. He moaned decrepitly as his wrinkled hands roamed her perfect curves, grabbing her ass to keep her rhythm locked in with his pleasure. He tilted his balding head back against the blanket and took labored breaths through his clenched jaw. 

Then he looked up at her, his expression shifting into that sharp, greedy look that she was all too familiar with. 

“Spit in my mouth,” he rasped.

Cassandra blinked, breath catching, but she returned a wicked grin of her own. She leaned over him and cupped his weathered face in both hands, straddling him firm and deep. She hovered above his mouth, her hips still grinding slowly as her sweet saliva built on her tongue. He opened up for her and locked his eyes on hers like it was a sacred moment. 

She let her spit drip, slow and warm, into his mouth. 

Raj groaned, tongue flicking out to catch it. The second it landed, he surged up and captured her mouth in a sloppy, hungry kiss. Their tongues met with a wet slap, spit stringing between them as their mouths crashed over and over again. 

Then he moved.

Raj bent his knees and planted his feet into the towel, gripping her hips harder. With a sudden thrust upward, he drove into her from below, meeting her bounce with sharp, forced power. 

Cassandra cried out, her hands slamming down onto his chest for support. His cock drove deeper now, pounding into her from a new angle that made her toes curl. Her eyes rolled back as her body shivered, her climax rising fast and wild in her core.

“Ouuhh! Raj—fuck, right there! Yesssss!”

He growled, sweat dripping down his temples. “You like that, no? Feel how deep I am? This pussy is mine!”

“Yes—god yes—this pussy is yours!”

“I want to get you pregnant,” he groaned. “I want to fuck a baby into you, Cassandra.”

Her eyes widened, and the words crashed into her like a wave of heat. Somewhere deep in her brain, a tiny voice reminded her of life back home. Jason, the expectations. But it was drowned in the rum, the lust, and the raw, filthy thrill of this moment. It also didn’t help that she had already surrendered and let him cum deep inside her the night they arrived at the resort. 

She was already his.

Cassandra moaned louder, head thrown back.

“Hmmm… do it… Please… breed me.”

Her voice cracked into a whimper, her hips slamming down as his thrusts hit harder. Their bodies moved in sync now, raw, animalistic, desperate, aching for release. He drove up into her like a man desperate to procreate as nature intended, and she took it all, grinding, bouncing, crying out with every slap of skin, eager to receive his seed. 

“Yeah? You want this fucking seed? I’ll give it to you nice and deep!” 

“Fill me up, Raj! Please! Give it to me!”

That was all he needed.

Raj slammed into her one last time, burying himself to the hilt. His entire body stiffened as his cock twitched, thick spurts of cum shooting deep inside her, hot and forceful. Cassandra gasped as she felt his warmth spread within her womb. Rope after rope, his thick cum coated her walls as her own orgasm ripped through her like lightning.

Her nails dug into his chest, her voice rising into a helpless moan as her walls clenched around him, milking him for every drop. 

They stayed locked, trembling, and panting until the mind-melting waves of pleasure eased off. Her body collapsed forward onto his so that their chests were pressed together and their breathing became mixed together in the heavy, humid air. 

Neither of them spoke as they panted heavily. 

There were no thoughts of the world beyond the leaves. Just the sticky warmth between her thighs, and the way his cum felt as it spread inside her, deep and unprotected. 

Cassandra remained sprawled across Raj, both of them still heaving for breath, her skin slick against his wiry frame. His cock remained deep inside her, softening only slightly as his virile seed soaked into her fertile depths. She twitched around him with every aftershock of her orgasm, and her thighs trembled on either side of his hips.

Raj groaned low in his throat, his arms wrapped tightly around her back, holding her to him like he didn’t want to let go. 

“You feel that?” he murmured, voice hoarse and possessive. 

He gave a shallow thrust up into her, just enough to make her gasp, to remind her he was still inside, still leaking into her.

“That’s me… And I’m gonna keep you here, Cassandra,” he growled. “You’re not going back. Not to him. Not to that boring little life you had.”

She blinked, dazed and breathless, but his words only made her wetter.

Raj cupped her jaw and forced her gaze to his. “You were made for this. For me. You think he could ever fuck you like this? Make you cum like that? Stuff you full till you’re leaking?”

Cassandra whimpered, her soft lips agape, her body reacting before her brain could catch up.

“You’re staying here,” Raj whispered, as he kissed her lips and then her ear. “Gonna put a baby in you… and then another… and another. Keep you horny and well-fucked until you can’t even think straight.”

She moaned, her pussy fluttering around him again, helpless against the new wave of arousal surging through her.

“You can get that job here,” he added, voice softening but still dark. “I’m sure it pays well. We can get a better place so I can fuck you and keep you swollen and mine. You want that, don’t you?”

Cassandra’s hands gripped his chest, trembling, her body already arching toward him again. She didn’t answer right away, but her hazy, needy eyes said everything.

Then, with a faint moan, she nodded. 

“Y-yeah… I want it…”

Raj smirked and kissed her again, slowly and possessively, before he flipped her onto her back with his cock still inside, ready for another round.

“Hmm, I’m gonna knock you up by the time we leave here,” he murmured, his hands sliding behind her and pushing her long legs up toward her chest into a submissive, breeding mating press.

Cassandra could only bite hard on her lip as she stared at the old man above her. Waiting and aching for more. 

He had claimed her, and she let him.