Well hello there, kitty girls! It’s your favorite queen O’Shea reporting live from the absolute fabulous city of Palm Springs. And let me tell you, this trip has been quite the sinful adventure so far.
I arrived yesterday afternoon and checked into my room at the Viceroy Palm Springs, which honestly should be called the Versace because honey, it’s dripping in gold and leopard. I slipped on my best polka dot bikini, grabbed a fruity cocktail and a copy of Us Weekly, and headed to the pool to soak up some much needed vitamin D (and maybe a few pool boys while I was at it).
But I didn’t get far before I saw HIM. Diego, the pool boy, cleaning out the pool filter and bending over, dragging all that muck around. Lord have mercy, I’ve never seen anything more glorious in my life. I swear I heard angels singing in the heavens above, and when I caught a glimpse of that ass… well, I think I heard God himself say “That’s for you, Girl!”
And let me tell you, Diego was checking me out somethin’ fierce too. I waved that fine piece of man meat over and asked if he could get me another cocktail. He just smiled wickedly and said “Sorry ma’am, I’m not the bartender.” And I said “Okay honey, how about you just serve me up some cock instead?”
Well, Diego knew exactly what I was talking about. That boy scooped me up faster than RuPaul can say “Sashay away!” and we scooted into that pool supply closet faster than you can say “goals”.
We made out like a couple of teenagers in heat, all sloppy and furious. Then Diego dropped to his knees, buried his face right into my bikini-clad crotch and started breathing me in like I was a bouquet of roses. I have to admit, that boy had skills. But I was ready for the main event.
I grabbed his handsome face and pulled him back up, yanking those tiny swim trunks right down to his ankles. I sat his cute little butt right on the edge of this big barrel, hitched up my caftan, whipped out my big ol’ cock, and let it slap against his tight little taint.
I rubbed that cock up and down his ass crack, teasing him somethin’ awful, before finally pressing it right up against that tight pink pucker. And baby, when I pushed inside… it was like coming home. Diego let out a loud moan and wrapped his legs around my waist.
We fucked like a couple of animals in heat, right there in that little closet. The smell of chlorine and coconut sunscreen filled the air as I pounded into him over and over. Diego was moaning and gasping, telling me to “fuck him harder” and “destroy his ass”. And I was happy to oblige.
I grabbed his hips and really started to go to town, slamming into him so hard the barrel was shaking. My cock was hitting all the right spots and Diego was seeing stars. I could feel him tightening up around me and I knew he was close.
“Are you gonna cum for me baby?” I grunted, giving his prostate a few extra special thrusts. “Huh? You gonna fucking nut on my big dick?”
“Mmmhmm yessss,” Diego hissed, eyes rolling back in his head. “I’m gonna… I’m gonna… FUCK!”
And with that, Diego was cumming hard, shooting his load all over himself and that barrel. Seeing him fall apart on my cock pushed me right over the edge too. I buried myself deep and let loose, filling that boy up with what felt like a gallon of jizz.
When we were both spent, I pulled out with a wet plop and we collapsed against each other, both sweating and panting. “Damn babe,” I said, running my fingers through Diego’s hair. “You sure know how to make a queen feel welcome.”
Diego just giggled and kissed me, tasting himself on my lips. “Anything for you, O’Shea. Anything at all.”
And with that, I scooped up my things, adjusted my wig and sashayed out of that closet, leaving Diego to clean up the mess we’d made (in more ways than one).
It’s gonna be a long, hot weekend here in Palm Springs. And I can’t wait to see what other trouble I can get into! Until next time, kitty girls! Stay fierce, stay funny, and always tip your pool boys!
Pool Supply Closet Kisses and Palm Springs Dreams, Babies! – O’Shea
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