Beach Blanket BBC

By Brock Johnson

When Lee (a successful corporate officer) plans a surprise vacation for his wife, the elegant and blonde Nora, they find a way to let loose their secret desires. On a secluded, nude beach, Nora entertains several dark, well-endowed body-builder. One after the other, then all together, the men make use of Nora while Lee watches – satisfying his own need to be humiliated. In the end, everyone gets what they wanted in a public display of passion and desire.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tall Tale Depot, Inc.
• Release date: Jul 7, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005417840

Brock Johnson

One should live one's life according one's own credo. I have always believed this. I have traveled the world and had many adventures as the captain of my own destiny. I have always been the one to have a girl in every port. I have always been the one in command of any situation in which I found myself. I have been a man who has lived life as a man ought. And because of that I give to you the experiences of a lifetime as a man who knows what he wants and gets what he wants. My stories are only slightly altered from the pages of my biography. Raised in a Florida town, I joined the Merchant Marine and traveled the world. I have seen everything worth seeing and done everything worth doing. Now I share the experiences of a life well lived, the life of a man, with you. Enjoy!

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Beach Blanket BBC

by

Brock Johnson

Copyright 2021 HSB and Tall Tale Depot

All rights reserved.

Published by Tall Tale Depot, Inc.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

All persons depicted in this fiction are consenting adults over the age of eighteen, as required by federal law.

The images haunt me. Large, black men. My wife’s delicate, blonde, and pink pussy stretched wide open around long, thick, obsidian shafts. Her lovely hands grasping long, dark rods. Her mouth, her coral lips wrapped around dark meat. Spurts of pearly semen. And me, her hapless husband, helplessly watching it all — witnessing her treatment at the hands of that buff gang of black body builders on the beach.

What a day that was!

Nora and I had arrived the night before. The cottage on Florida’s west coast, near Sanibel, was perfect. The back porch looked out on the Gulf of Mexico. The balmy air was too pleasant to use the air conditioner.

We ordered from an old favorite — seafood of course. The host for the cottage had thoughtfully included a few decent bottles of wine. Warm air. Warm water. It was a welcome change from the northern winter we had just fled.

We repaired to the back porch to enjoy the moonlit darkness of the beach. Glasses in hand, we settled in on a wide and comfortable chaise. Nora, a pale, Nordic goddess was clad only in a bikini. I was in a more modest set of trunks. They were new, and we would wear them tomorrow - our special day.

So what do you think? I asked.

So far, she said, so good. She sipped her Chardonnay. Then she said, Will I get what I want?

I nodded. The place is a short walk up the beach. Very secluded. Private.

I could see her teeth flash in the low light. You are a good boy, she said. You may kiss my foot.

Instantly, I slipped off the