I stand at the window of my room at the resort, staring at the beautiful orchard behind the main property. My hair is wet from the shower. I wear a conservative, knee length dress. My breasts feel slightly heavy—the way they felt when I was pregnant. My nipples are flushed, their hard pointed shape visible through my clothing.

From the photo my frined Liz shared with me back in New York, I know that Emke is a broad shouldered, tall man with a thick waist and legs. He has dark skin but he does not look African American. His eyes are hooded and somehow sensuous and arrogant at the same time. I shiver a little, envisioning his face and body.

For all of the owner’s claims about this place not being a brothel, she’s set everything up for me. I know where to find Emke and I’ve been assured privacy in exchange for the exhorbitant fee I paid to stay here for the night. The owner screens candidates carefully, but I came highly recommended by Liz, who’s a longtime client, so it wasn’t long before I was given the green light to visit and meet Emke.

It’s time to inject a little excitement into my dull, single mom, investment banker life.

As I walk the property twenty minutes later, I hear an axe chopping wood. Just as planned, I follow the sound. From behind a tree I watch as Emke works.

Stripped to his waist, Emke cuts through the wood gracefully with his long axe again and again. His body glistens with sweat.

“Hello, Emke,” I say, accentuating my hips as I approach.

He turns and smiles, displaying impressively white teeth. “White Lola. Emke. Hello,” he says, swapping his axe for a dirty rag to wipe his chest and arms.

His demeanor is warm and he looks strangely familiar, like a regular supporting TV actor you can’t name. I extend my hand. He takes it carefully, as if scared that he might break my palm simply by holding it. I let our first touch linger.

“Like tea?” he asks.

I would like to get t-boned, I want to say, but the joke would be lost on Emke, who’s not a native English speaker.

“Show me your place,” I suggest instead.

Emke leads me to a wooden shed and pushes the door open. I step inside. It is as dark as night within. He pours sweet cold brew into a dirty cup and offers it to me. I drink, but I can’t take my eyes off his smooth muscled torso.

“Emke strong. Lola want to touch chest?”

I walk towards him. When my palms meet his smooth, gloriously dark skin, a current of electricity rockets through my veins. My breasts ache. I run my hands along his chest, monitoring his expression all the while.

“White Lola pretty,” he says.

I take his hand and place it on my breast. He gives it a tentative squeeze and my nipples respond instantly. He puts his other hand on my smooth thighs and pulls me on top of him.

Emke’s lips meet mine and his tongue darts around my mouth, exploring every nook and cranny. I pull my dress up to my waist as he kisses me. Emke squeezes my ass with excruciating pressure with one hand while unbuttoning my dress with the other. I am happy I skipped a bra for this jaunt. He finds my gorged nipples and rubs them between his fingers.

Within seconds of grinding my hips on his crotch, I’m rewarded with his erection. My friend Liz warned me that he was hung, but I’m shocked by the size of the bulge nonetheless.

I am mad with lust and excitement for what’s to come.

He turns over so he’s on top and puts his hand between my legs. I squirm and try to close my legs but he slaps them, forcing my thighs apart. He pulls my panties down and places his big palm on my cunt and instead of rubbing it, he presses.

Surprised, I cry out in pain, but he pays no heed. He is working on the remaining buttons of my dress. Once he succeeds in stripping me free of all clothing, Emke kisses my nipples, cups my breasts and presses my ass cheeks feverishly.

I yank his pants down as quickly as possible. Emke isn’t wearing underwear and when I see his club like penis with its dark purple head I feel sick and excited at the same time. He is certainly the biggest man I have ever bedded and it still seems to grow and grow before my unbelieving eyes. I hesitantly touch it and Emke responds with another painful squeeze.

“You are hurting me,” I say, but I cling to him.

Emke raises me by the buttocks and stands, lifting me in his arms. I hang onto him as he pins me to the wall.

“Emke likes standing up,” he says, and kisses my face and shoulders before moving down to my breasts.

I scream as the monster gives me the daddy of all love-bites on my right breast. His nails are long and they dig into the soft flesh of my buttocks as he positions me to receive his cock. I wrap my long slim legs around his waist and prepare for the pain. It comes in a blinding flash as Emke’s arrogant hard dick tears my pussy and buries itself to the hilt.

I give a loud wail that turns into a steady muffled sob as he pulls out and rams again. His nails leave scratches on my back. As I thrust my hips, the sensation makes me light headed.

Emke easily balances me using only one palm to support my buttocks as he contineus to push and thrust. His mouth is working on my neck, my breasts, and my nipples. Each time his teeth come in contact with my nipples he gives me one more love bite. I retaliate by running my nails along his muscled back. He groans and thrusts harder.

A few minutes of this and he stops for a moment without pulling out. We are out of breath and sweaty, with pieces of hay sticking to our bodies.

“Lola like?” he asks, gently setting me down in the hay.

I nod with closed eyes and arch my back as he resumes. He kisses me and I am flowing like a river down there and even though my body is aching I want more—oh, I want so much more.

Emke takes a maddeningly long time to come and when he does he makes no effort to pull out. I arch my back again, feeling Emke’s juices invade my body. In the era of safe sex the exchange of fluids feels at once nasty and sexy.

‘Thank you Emke, you are a wonderful lover,” I eventually muster.

Then we both fall asleep.

Come morning, he wakes me with a slap on my butt and takes me into the shower. As we stand beneath the water together he makes me go down on my knees and strokes my head while I suck his thick penis till my facial muscles ache. Then he positions me with my legs apart, hands pressed against the shower wall and enters me from behind.

By late afternoon, I am packed and ready to go. I leave an envelope with the largest possible tip for Emke, which I figure he’ll split with the resort owner.

I hug the owner good-bye, squeezing her tight with gratitude. She pats my butt and tells me to come again.

As my car turns toward the main road, I spot my lover waving in the rear view mirror. I feel a connection, but quickly shake it off, remembering that I am a 38-year-old professional woman who just needed to be fucked senseless.