I flew through the summer air on a black jet ski around Monte Carlo, Monaco, enjoying the warm weather. I felt like James Bond racing up the Mediterranean Sea as the summer breeze blew against my face. I stopped in the middle of the sea taking in the delights of Monaco; a black bikini-clad woman on a blue jet ski approached me. She was an exotic beauty with a golden complexioned, long light-brown hair, and full lips that were ready to suck anything. I think she was multiracial.
"Hey, handsome," she said to me.
"What's up, gorgeous? What is your name?" I asked her.
"My name is Monica Leigh, and yours?"
"My name is Maré, gorgeous. I run New York!"
"Wow, I'm from New York too!" Monica continued. "Are you up for a race, Maré?"
"What's in it for me, Sexy?"
"Whatever you want," Monica answered.
"Alright, if I win, you go out to dinner with me. If you win, I'll take you shopping or be your sex slave," I suggested.
Monica laughed and said, "Sounds good."
"Show me what you got, baby girl."
We picked the beach as our finish line. Then we raced down the beautiful Persian-blue Mediterranean Sea, which was clear all the way to the beach. The view of the green mountains and sunlit buildings above were splendid. We were side by side waving at each other and laughing. The high-flying, water-fueled adrenaline I got was like no other. It was the maximum rush! My heart raced as I split the sea. I was so far ahead, but I slowed down a little pretending my jet ski was acting up. I wanted Monica to win to see what she had in stored for me. I had an uncanny feeling about Monica. Call it a handsome black man's intuition. Monica raced in front of me, and I picked up the pace. She won the race and immediately jumped up and down.
"I won, that is what you get for racing in that cheap jet ski," she joked.
"I let you win because you're cute, baby girl," I admitted. "So, what do I have to do? Take you on a shopping spree and buy you some diamonds?"
"No, no, it's something simple, cutie." Monica replied.
"What?" I was curious.
Monica traced my perfectly defined eight-pack abs and chest with her finger and said, "Well, me and my friend are lonely and we wouldn't mind having a dark, handsome, and virile man hanging out with us for a few hours."
"Is your friend a bombshell like you?" I asked.
Monica smiled and said, "Yes, I think you'll find her attractive."
"Let's go!" I suggested. "I'm the man y'all need in your company."
We hopped on our jet skis and dashed up the Mediterranean Sea. I followed closely behind Monica and wondered what her friend looked like. We headed straight to a beautiful white luxury yacht. As we boarded the white yacht, I liked the way Monica's ass swayed. I wanted to grab it badly. A light-skinned beautiful woman clad in a blue bikini stood there holding a drink in her hand. She had several tattoos on her toned body and a blonde buzz cut hairstyle, which still made her looked incredibly feminine. I felt surprised that I did not see anybody else on this yacht.
Monica introduced me to her friend. "Amber, I like you to meet our new friend, Maré. He's from New York City."
"Hey, nice to meet you," Amber said, as she shook my hand. "I'm from South Philadelphia."
Amber had a nice accent. It sounded Irish. The way Amber smiled at me; I knew I attracted her. She had me smitten.
"Nice to meet you too, gorgeous," I told her.
Amber took a deep breath and said, "You have a nice body. I do not see an ounce of fat on you. I hope I am not embarrassing you by looking at you this way, Maré."
"You're not embarrassing me," I replied. "I'm always comfortable around beautiful women. Your body is extraordinary. In fact, you remind me of my favorite hobby."
"What is your favorite hobby?" Amber asked.
I smiled and said, "My favorite hobby is making love to beautiful women and bringing them to orgasm."
Amber stared at me and licked her lips.
Monica wrapped her arms around me and said, "Thank God, I found him."
They gave me a tour of the yacht; we chilled outside, sipping on drinks, and talking. I learned Monica and Amber were models and socialites. We soon exchanged stories of our greatest past sexual experiences, which had all of us turned on.
"We have so much in common, Goddesses!" I expressed. "I had sex in cars, elevators, jets, and on rooftops. My sex life is a best seller!"
"Is your dick really that big?" Amber asked.
"Yeah, I know many men who lied about their size," Monica murmured.
"Judge for yourselves, ladies." I replied.
I pulled down my shorts, and my eleven-inch dick stood straight out. Monica and Amber could not believe the size of it, and soon the unmistakable aroma of their excitement filled the air.
"Oh, my God, that's a biggest dick!" Amber expressed, holding her mouth. "It looks like his third leg!"
"I'm a true believer," Monica laughed. "I know all the women you sexed had a big smile on their faces. Were they able to walk?"
"Let's just say, I don't get any complaints," I continued. "Now, since we're alone on this yacht, can we get into some fucking? Y'all have me standing here hard!"
I shocked them into silence, but I knew they wanted me. It was hard for them to keep their eyes off my dick. Monica and Amber looked at each other and wondered if they could handle a dick like mine.
"Yeah, we're going to find out how good you really are, Maré," Monica said. "You better know how to use that Big Bad Boy!"
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