The King of New York & The Predator In Paradise (Kenzie Taylor, Viola Paige)

[Gianni Shamari]

It was the last summer weekend, and the heat was bearing down at Seychelles, where Maré was vacationing with his friend Monica "The Predator." They sprawled on the smooth granite boulders at the La Digue beach, sipping coconut drinks and swaying to the rhythm of Bananarama's "Cruel Summer" playing in the background. The warm sun and the gentle breeze from the crystal-clear turquoise waters of the Indian Ocean created a profoundly relaxing atmosphere that soothed their spirits after a long day.

"I can't believe the summer's almost over," Maré sighed. "This has been the shortest summer ever."

Monica nodded in agreement, her black, close-cropped hair glistening in the sunlight. "It whizzed by, but it's been amazing. I feel alive here, soaking up every moment."

As she spoke, the scent of saltwater mingled with the coconut fragrance of their drinks, and the rhythmic sound of waves, like a lullaby, provided the perfect backdrop to their conversation. The feel of the warm sun on their skin and the taste of the sweet coconut drinks added to the sensory delight.

"I mean, look at this place," Maré exclaimed, gesturing towards the expanse of the beach. "Paradise!"

Monica, clad in a vibrant rainbow-colored bikini, flashed a confident smile. "I'm telling you, this is what life's all about—soaking it all in, living to the fullest."

Maré chuckled and pointed at her. "With that physique, you could give those WWE Divas a run for their money."

Monica playfully rolled her eyes. "I'll take that as a compliment. Thanks, but I'm happy just being me."

“Monica, we’ve always been honest with each other,” Maré continued. “We double-teamed the nymphs over the years. What do you think was our greatest pussy conquest?”

“Ahh, that’s a serious question, King of New York! Well, Namitha was yummy! I enjoyed Mya, too! I love them all!”

Maré grinned. “You’re a bad girl! Yeah, they were both hot! For me, Mya was the greatest! We fucked her to the ultimate gratification!”

“She was the yummiest peach!” Monica confessed. “I wish I were still in contact with her! I know Samantha wouldn’t mind me sharing with her!”

“I know she wouldn’t!”

“But Samantha’s still my dream lover!” Monica confirmed. “Maré, you banged just as many girls as I have! Who is your greatest lover, by the way?”

Maré was not expecting that question from Monica. His sex life had been outstanding. He banged porn stars, models, and dancers. As Maré recalled, faces whirled one after the other in his head. It felt like Maré’s mind was playing sex clips of the delicacies, vulnerably open.

“Tazzy is arguably my greatest lover!” Maré replied. “We have the best sex! All of my sexual encounters with her have been awesome! We could fuck for hours! You know, I had a wet dream about you and her! It was hot!”

“Ewww, you must be kidding!” Monica responded.

“No, the two of you were over each other! Now, that would have been an epic lesbian porn scene if it was real!” Maré wisecracked.

“You never know; your greatest lover may be the prey I’d be devouring sometime!” Monica said, giving him a wink.


They set off on a boat trip around La Digue, the gentle breeze carrying the scent of salt and seaweed. As they anchored, the crystal-clear water beckoned them to snorkel, the vibrant marine life swirling around them like a living rainbow.

Laughing and joyful, they snapped countless selfies, the tropical sunlight casting a golden glow over their beaming faces. Monica even managed to capture a mesmerizing video for her Snapchat story, the sound of the waves serving as a soothing background melody.

In the evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, Maré and Monica found themselves at a charming Snack Bellevue restaurant. They could see the islands of La Digue and Praslin from their table, shimmering in the twilight, the tranquil water mirroring their beauty.

The ambiance was filled with laughter and clinking glasses as they savored their meal.

“The lobster here is divine,” Monica exclaimed, savoring every juicy bite.

“And this palm wine is like a taste of paradise," Maré added with a contented sigh.

Their attentive server, a petite brunette with a radiant smile, ensured their glasses were never empty. “You must try our special ice cream,” she recommended, her voice warm and inviting.

After an exquisite dining experience, the manager appeared at their table, a hint of recognition in his eyes. “Your enjoyment is our priority,” he insisted, offering the meal on the house.

Maré gratefully handed the server a generous tip, his voice sincere. “Thank you for making our evening unforgettable,” he expressed, admiration shining in his eyes.

Surveying the restaurant, Maré located a duo of blonde-haired women sitting in the far back. They were staring at them. They started giggling when he made eye contact, catching Monica’s attention like a shot.

“Do you know them, Maré?” She asked him.

“No,” Maré said. “They just keep looking at us, probably desiring to enact their Ruby Rose fantasy!”

Monica laughed, playfully hitting him in the chest. “They’d want Shemar Moore's company then! You’re the King of New York! They are cute!”

With a sultry smile, Monica motioned the blond-haired woman to come to their table and complied. The effect that Monica had on so many women was amazing. The sexy blondes introduced themselves as Kenzie and Viola. The former was an attractive French blonde starlet who recently splashed in the adult industry. Blessed with mesmerizing blue eyes and the body of a Barbie doll, she had those appealing, bubbly looks. The latter was a short, busty, blond-haired Latvian with hazel eyes. She was a popular camgirl. Her smile and friendly demeanor stood out.

“Y’all make a hot couple!” Kenzie complimented them.

Monica laughed. “No, not a couple, hun! We’re just friends!”

“Yes, she is my friend!” Maré added.

“There is just one thing we have in common,” Monica remarked dryly. “He’s into girls, and so I AM!”

Kenzie and Viola gasped in admiration. M Their faces flushed in an instant. Maré could see the effect of Monica’s confession of being a lesbian.

Maré and Monica instantly hit it off with Kenzie and Viola. Maré could tell Monica was attracted to Kenzie because she had an uncanny resemblance to her muse, Samantha, especially for that vivid, beautiful face and voluptuous body, despite the golden tresses that waved down to her waist. It was apparent they were candidly arousing each other. Hence, Maré turned his attention to Viola, who reciprocated the flurry of attraction. They exuded energy like those sexually active freaks around them.

“Do you have a girlfriend?” Viola asked.

“No, I don’t.” Maré rejoined. “I’ve been out of circulation for so long that I forgot how to talk to women. Besides, I’m out here for some wild sex!”

Viola giggled, and Maré perceived the glint of mischief in her eyes. “Well, since you’re looking for some wild sex and I’m looking for a hot black guy, maybe we could help each other out!”

“Hell, yeah!”

Like that, they locked lips, and Maré got an abrupt erection.

“How long will you be staying in La Digue?” Kenzie asked.

“Our last night here,” Monica answered. “We’re leaving tomorrow afternoon to fly back to America.”

“Oh no, that’s not good!” Viola said softly. “It’s not good to make us miss you.”

“If you haven’t planned to do anything, hang out with us at our guesthouse by the beach!” Kenzie suggested.

“Cool. Sounds great!” Maré was with it.

“Yeah, we’ll be there! I’m not leaving Seychelles without playing!” Monica said excitedly, staring at Kenzie’s exposed cleavage.

After taking a group selfie, they left the restaurant and agreed to meet later.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, Maré and Monica pedaled their rented mountain bikes up the dusty road towards the guesthouse where their gracious hosts awaited them. The moon cast a soft, radiant glow, bathing the landscape in a silvery light. The cool breeze carried the scent of pine trees and earth, invigorating their senses for the adventure ahead. Some of the locals waved warmly as the two friends cycled past.

“Can you feel it, Monica? Love is everywhere,” Maré called out, her voice excitedly. “It’s like the air itself is buzzing with it.”

Monica grinned, her eyes reflecting the moonlight. “Tonight's the night,” she declared with a hint of mischief. “We’re going to savor every bite of those delectable beauties!”

As they arrived at their destination, the sound of pebbles crunching under the tires filled the air. They carefully parked their bikes, feeling the sun's warmth on their skin as they did. Walking towards the entrance, the aroma of blooming flowers surrounded them.

Monica’s knuckles rapped on the wooden door twice, creating a rhythmic sound that echoed through the quiet surroundings. The door slowly creaked open, revealing their hosts with bright smiles that lit up the area. Kenzie nodded in acknowledgment, the gentle creaking of the door and the soft rustle of leaves under their feet as they entered adding to the peaceful ambiance.

Their hosts led them to the back of the guesthouse, where an inviting outdoor lounge awaited. The colorful, dimmed lights warmed the space, accentuating the vibrant hues of the flowers that dotted the area. A bar counter adorned with an assortment of liquor bottles stood prominently, emanating a rich, earthy scent.

Maré's eyes sparkled with delight. “This feels like stepping into a trendy club!” he exclaimed, her voice carrying a sense of excitement.

“Let’s turn this into our private party!” Viola suggested that her words be infused with a playful energy that matched the lively atmosphere.

Viola hit the play button on the boombox, and K. Camp’s “Comfortable” song started playing at a medium volume. They began dancing quite innocently at first but then like freaks. Maré danced with Viola, and they could curb no laughing. Lustfully, Maré patted her shapely ass. Monica ran her hands up and down Kenzie’s toned back, and the latter clung to her. Signs of their arousal were perceptible to Maré’s eyes.

They decided to play Jeu de Oser, the game of dare. Maré dared Viola to show her breasts. Viola removed her blouse and bra and tossed them aside. Maré cheered. Viola’s waist looked very tiny in contrast to her big natural boobs. Maré’s attention to her tits hit the nail on her head. Her pink nipples hardened, a clear sign of her arousal!

“A treasure,” Monica complemented Viola, “so erect and vigorous.”

Viola laughed, holding him closer. “I love exposing my treasure!”

Monica dared Kenzie to strip for her. Like a pro, Kenzie shed her clothes. Monica’s icy blue eyes feasted on every inch of Kenzie’s naked body. Maré smiled, making out the possibility of an erotic fantasy that Monica could have for our host.

“Do you like what you see?” Kenzie asked Monica.

The question seemed expected because Monica had smiled. “Yes, I do,” she said. “I can’t wait to make you my prey!”

It was Viola’s turn. She said, “Maré, I dare you to strip down and show us your big black cock!”

“Anticipated indeed,” Maré drawled. “Everybody wants to see my big black dick!”

“You don’t have to count me then,” Monica said.

Maré took off his white/black Air Max 95 sneakers, pulled the shirt over his head, and yanked the shorts down, unleashing his dick. Viola looked shocked, but her eyes met with his there and then. She shuddered, looking down anew. Maré laughed.

“Oh, my God, Maré, that thing….” Viola quavered.

“Don’t worry! I’ll be gentle with you!” Maré promised.

Finally, it was Kenzie’s turn, and she hollered, “Let us all get naked and fuck! This is your last night here!”

It was simply amazing for Maré and Monica. They were going to fuck Kenzie and Viola outdoors, where locals might see them or anybody walking by. Despite that, they were so horny that they didn’t give a damn. Monica’s “Predator mode” was on! She shed her clothes. Kenzie knelt, tracing Monica’s abs with her tongue and working her way down to her wet pussy. She began lapping Monica’s nectar up. It wasn’t long before Monica moaned as she rode Kenzie’s mouth. Then Kenzie licked her way up to Monica’s mouth.

Viola got on her knees and began performing fellatio on Maré. His attention was now on Viola as she sucked, licked, and rolled her tongue around the head of his cock.

“Yes, baby!” Maré said softly. “Suck that dick! I love how your lips feel wrapped around it!”

She kept sucking as she reached up, gently massaging his shaved balls. Looking up at Maré, she smiled and licked from the tip to the base of his cock, and then down to his balls. Then she put each ball in her mouth.

“I like black balls!” Viola winked.

“You’re the best cocksucker!” Maré groaned.

After a few minutes of Viola’s oral worship of his cock, Maré lifted her by the hips and softly placed her on the bed. They began kissing. Maré liked the warm touch of her full lips. His tongue went on a voyage on Viola’s supple body but hung around her perfect breasts and belly. He moved up between her outstretched legs to tease her wet pussy with his dick. The sensation was there, on the head and clit.

“Don’t tease me, Daddy!” Viola murmured. “Stick it in me!”

“You got it, baby!” Maré replied.

When Maré slid his cock in her pussy, Viola shuddered. He began penetrating her at a slow pace but gradually got wild. Thanks to Viola’s copious juices, the entry was eased.

“Fuck me with that big black cock of yours, Maré!” Viola spoke in a husky voice. “Yess… fuck me!”

“Oh, you got one hot pussy, baby!” Maré groaned. “I’m going to make sure you never forget what the King of New York has to offer!”

Maré continued jamming her remarkable pussy, slamming against her clit. Viola screamed. Her tits bounced, and her toes flexed. Maré savored every sensation with effortless, full, rhythmic strokes. Gazing down at her beautiful flushed face, Maré could see lust and hear the chanting of erotic dalliance.

“I’m there!” Viola quavered.

She dug her nails into Maré’s back as her pussy milked his dick. An intense orgasm rocked her body as Maré continued pounding her pussy. He knew he was getting ready to blast off, and he filled her quivering pussy with his sticky golden cum. Viola kept moaning and grinding her pussy against him, reaching her resolution.

To Maré’s right, Monica was on top of Kenzie, kissing her lips. She sucked her tits, licked her neck and cleavage, made lingual twirls along her linea alba, kissed her tits and thighs, sucked each knee, and licked her shins down. After sucking her toes, Monica flipped Kenzie over and continued the osculate tour on her backside. When she made Kenzie lie on her back and captured her lips anew, they French kissed. Monica was always a pro, arousing her prey to undeniable pleasures. She went to the south on her, stroking the dripping petals that utterly needed amatory attention.

“Is this my pussy?” Monica asked.

“Yes, take it!” Kenzie moaned.

M Kenzie’s mouth opened in an ecstatic “O.” The pleasure incited her to squeeze her tits and shudder all over, grabbing her guest’s head that bobbed between her thighs. Monica lowered herself to inhale the aroma of Kenzie’s neatly trimmed pussy. Then she flicked her tongue up and down Kenzie’s slit.

“I love this pussy!” Monica spoke up. “That’s right, my Barbie doll, cum for me! Let me taste your exquisite flavor!”

“I’m going to cum!” Kenzie stammered. “Keep that tongue on my clit!”

Climbing atop her host, Monica kissed her face and sucked her lips with genuine passion. Monica kept her mouth glued to Kenzie’s engorged pussy lips. Crying aloud, she flooded Monica’s face with her juices. Monica voraciously swallowed them and continued licking the quivering womanhood until it emitted the delicious nectar. While Viola rode Maré in cowgirl style, Kenzie and Monica got in the good old 69-position. Maré could perceive Monica’s mouth clamping over Kenzie’s pussy lips, and the feast continued boisterously. She voraciously fucked Kenzie, utilizing her tongue like a cock while fingering the asshole so open to an onslaught. Kenzie sucked on Monica’s clit and shoved a wet finger into her cunt simultaneously. They pleasured each other to the maximum, one of the best lesbian actions Maré had ever seen.

When they all climaxed, the passionate moaning and groaning echoed in the night. They could put on an outdoor show for anybody who passed by.

Maré and Monica switched their partners and fucked them to exhaustion. They don’t remember when they came but knew it was a record! Perhaps it was the most erotic sexual experience and the best venture to end the summer of 2015!

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