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The warm Jamaican sun was streaming down on Veronica’s voluptuous nude body. She felt Clive’s hands rubbing sunscreen over her back as they lay on the beautiful tropical beach. “Turn over!” he said. She turned, exposing her bare skin on her abdomen, her 36DDs which didn’t sag, and her slick bare mons pubis. Her vaginal area was bleached and her labia extended from her vulva, indicating her high level of sexual excitement. Clive continued to rub sunscreen on her body. His hand went down to her now extended, erect clitoris. “Oh! Clive, that feels so fucking good,” Veronica cooed. “Does that feel as good as what I gave you last night?” he asked suggestively. “Oh, yes! Last night was so dreamy! How many times did we cum?” she sighed. “Many! You are one hot American white woman,” he said while his fingers circled her nipples. He squeezed her right nipple between his thumb and forefinger. She moaned and her two-inch long clitoris stood up invitingly. His hand reached for it. “I’m so glad you took me to that Jamaican club. The music and dancing was so sexy,” Veronica said. Clive continued to massage her clitoris until she came on the beach. A balding male tourist-voyeur could not believe his eyes! “Oh, Clive! Are we the only people on this beach having sex?” she said. “Well, I don’t care.” She sat up and looked at Clive. He was a 210-pound English gentleman in every way except for the black skin. *** “What do you mean… a temple prostitute? You never told me,” Stew asked meekly. “I’m not sure exactly. They have this temple. They put me on a dais…” her voice trailed off. Ankara bayan escort She lit a joint. “Who are they?” Stew asked humbly. “They are the priests of the temple. It’s a ceremony. I am the focus of the ceremony to make me the temple whore,” Sherri said confidently. She was flouting her newborn sexuality at her meek, sexually aroused white husband. “How many were there?” “I’m not sure. I only saw, James. I felt the others,” Sherri said. She did not say what she felt, where she felt it, or how many she felt. In truth, “it” was phalluses in her dripping, wet sensual vagina. Sherri put the joint to her lips and inhaled deeply. It only aroused her more. “What does the temple whore have to do?” Stew asked, as his cock began to get stiff. “She must sensually serve all the priests of the temple including the high priest,” she said dreamily. Stew was now fully erect. His hand clasped the pathetic white penis and started stroking. “What do you mean by serve?” Stew asked meekly. “Sacrifice my body to them,” she said exhaling. Stew began frantically stroking his cock. “I’ve got to go,” she said and walked to the door without kissing Stew goodbye. “Are you going to give me a kiss goodbye?” Stew pleaded. Sherri turned around and blew him a kiss. At that instant, a dribble of pathetic cum oozed out of his cock. He collapsed in a chair. *** Sherri’s hand was trembling when she pressed the doorbell to James’ temple-apartment. The wait for the door to open was like an eternity. She gasped when the door open. A hideous black face Escort bayan Ankara painted in white greeted her. It was a masked face of a male with wide lines of white paint over his torso. He wore Kordafan loin cloth of leopard skin, beads, bones, and teeth. ‘Is he the temple priest?’ Sherri thought. She was confidant. James had prepared her for this moment. She dreamed of the day that she would finally become the temple goddess-whore for James’s pleasure. However, that did not blunt the fear that she now felt. The priest made a gesture for her to come in. She was escorted to the Tribal Regalia Room. James had another name which was unpronounceable to Sherri. Then she saw him. James was sitting on a throne high on a dais. Two white women were lying at his feet. Another white woman stood to his left. James was holding a long spear. The tip was metallic and shiny. It looked very sharp. The spear-shaft was wooden and covered with tribal designs. It was truly a weapon of war, but in this setting, to Sherri, it was a symbol of authority. James tapped the end of the spear twice. Six female tribal servants came in. They stood on each side of the stairway leading to the dais. They were nude. They were white and very beautiful. They wore sandals. Henna patterns adorned their feet. Illustrations adorned their legs and thighs. More tattoos covered their abdomen, arms, and shoulders. Their arms were crossed over their bare breasts. Their palms were turned inward displaying the henna designs on the back of their hands. They looked straight Bayan escort Ankara ahead and spoke not a word. James tapped twice more. Four large tribal warriors carrying spears and machetes marched in. They stood beside the altar and turned facing her. Sherri recognized immediately that they possessed huge black cocks. In their semi-erect state they were at least 10-inches long. Sherri gasped! James tapped twice more. Drums sounded. In danced the tribal shaman-priest. He was tall and thin. He face was covered by a hideous mask of beads, leather, and bones. Only his dark eyes are visible. He danced around her and stopped. He reached for the familiar bottle of Fine Italian Wine and grey metallic goblet. Pouring it full, she handed it to Sherri and uttered what sounded like a grunt. Sherri was confused and looked to James who tapped the spear twice. She knew what to do. She took the goblet and sipped the fluid. The shaman-priest grunted again. Sherri drank until the wine-potion was gone. She felt very sexually aroused. The shaman began chanting and dancing around her. Her clothing was stripped from her body. Someone put a mask over her head. She could see out. It was cramped, but she could breathe. The dancing continued. She was pushed to join in. The rhythm was natural to Sherri. She danced and undulated with the shaman in a sensuous wave-like motion. The drums sounded three heavy beats and stopped! The shaman presented a small vial of red liquid to her lips. Without questioning it, Sherri drank it so fast that part of it ran out the corners of her mouth onto her breasts. For an instant Sherri knew that it was blood. Then a smoldering root was brought forward. The smoke arose to her nostrils. The shaman grunted. Sherri inhaled the smoke. Someone threw a powder in the flaming pit in the middle of the room. The light flashed and she got a glimpse of an image in a glass container.