My Quick Trip To The Mayan Riviera

Long, long weekend. Three of us went to Mexico. The first night we were there we met some Mexican guys. I went with one of them to a bar, then ended up at a beach house somewhere out of town. The two of us, and an older maid. The whole thing was about sex. Morning, noon and night. I had a flight back on Monday, which I barely made.

During the long weekend I found out that being the one with the pussy takes away any say so, whatever he decided was it. The maid only spoke Spanish and kept out of it. At least I didn't have to cook or pick up. The dress code was naked, or wearing his shirt. The bed was hard, no air conditioning, the bathroom primitive but it did have a toilet, no cell phone service.

Alcohol was beer and rum, just a man on a mission and I was the mission. I've heard of being the bitch, I felt like the bitch. No hole was off limit, no place was off limit, no time was off limit. When I was dropped off at the airport I had my purse with my passport and the clothes I wore when I arrived, my friends were told to mind their own business. They left my bag at the hotel.

Jose was not his name, it was the name he gave me. I returned home with Mexican cum in my pussy, my stomach and my ass. The longest weekend of my life.