“I don’t feel like making love tonight. You’re my queen, but I’m making you my slut tonight. I’m gonna bring out the whore that gets down beneath that angel smile.” She bit her lip and smiled. “Now if I go too far, just say our safety word, okay?” She nodded. “Now take it off.”

She stood and started peeling off her clothes, piece by piece. “Faster,” he said. Before she could speed up, he was tearing her shirt off of her brown body, pushing her onto her back, and ripping off her pants and panties. Before she knew what was happening, his face was between her legs, head shaking quickly, furiously licking and sucking at her clit. With his hands wrapped around her thighs, he pulled her to and away from his mouth quickly, sliding her whole body across the bed. Just as she layed back and closed her eyes to enjoy the feeling of his tongue in her pussy and her breasts bouncing softly, she came. Before she could catch her breath, he was standing, steadily stroking his dick above her.

“Sit up,” he told her.

As soon as she did, his hand was behind her head & his dick was being forced gently into her mouth. She moaned with pleasure. “Suck that shit,” he whispered. She worked her mouth with vigor, bobbing her head steadily, timing the movement with the slurping of her mouth. He pulled out of her mouth. “Spit on it.” When she did she heard him moan “Ooohh, fuck,” under his breath. She moved faster.

“You like it?” he asked. She looked up at him and sent up a muffled “mmmm-hmmm.” She tried to stop so that she could smile at him too, but he moved his hips forward and put it back in. “Don’t stop til I tell you to.” From then on, her mouth was glued to his dick. He closed his eyes and felt sensation overtake him.

“Mmm. Suck it hard,” he told her. “Suck it hard for papi.” She sucked harder as he cooed to her. “Yeah baby, yeah…..just like that. Mmm, good girl….yeah, that’s my girl.”

Suddenly he stopped her and motioned for her to stand. He turned her around so that she was facing the bedroom door and he held her close. He whispered to her, “Alisha, remember what we talked about last night? What you said you wanted to try one day?” She nodded. “Well,” he said, “you don’t have to if you don’t want to, but um……I have a surprise for you.”

Then she walked through the door, wearing a pink lace teddy, pink fishnets, pink stilettos, and pink garter belts.

Alisha stared at her, wide-eyed, excited and nervous……

“Alisha? What do you wanna do?” Alisha was silent, still staring at the woman in pink. She looked like she had just stepped out of an issue of Playboy. “Alisha? Do you wanna play, or should we send her away? It’s all up to you.” She stared a little longer. As straight as Alisha was, she’d be crazy to pass up a woman like her.

“Let’s play,” she said. He motioned the woman over to the bed to join them. As she got closer, Alisha began to shake. “It’s okay,” he said. “We can start slow.” He looked at the woman and said “Just give her a little kiss.”

The woman smiled and pressed her mouth gently against Alisha’s and held it there before slipping her tongue into her mouth. Alisha held back at first, but soon parted her lips to let more of her in. Soon she received the woman’s probing tongue fully, sucking and nibbling at it gently. His hand, which had been pressed soft against Alisha’s tummy, was now between her legs, rubbing the ocean of wetness around her clit. The woman grew bolder and reached up to play with Alisha’s nipples. Alisha’s body grew warmer and warmer with the sensation between her legs, the beautiful picture of a woman before her, and the excitement of what was sure to follow.

He then motioned for the woman to lie down on the bed. “Sit on her face,” he whispered to Alisha. She hesitated. “Take your time,” he said, “but it seems like you want it. Take it, ‘Lish.’

Alisha gingerly placed her knee onto the bed, crawled over to the woman, straddled her face so that she could look at him face to face, and brought her wet little pussy down over her mouth. He pulled up a chair and just watched them, stroking his dick slowly and biting his lip. Alisha was rigid at first, but the woman was sweet, reassuring, and could suck a pussy like nobody’s business. Alisha was surprised. The woman rubbed the cheeks of Alisha’s quivering ass gently as she ate her, sliding her tongue up and down between her pussy lips, snaking her tongue inside to lick the walls, flicking her tongue quick at the tip. Alisha decided to let go completely, rolling her hips slowly, playing with her breasts, and allowing herself to love what she was feeling.

“Yeah, ‘Lish,’ he said, “fuck her mouth with your clit.” Alisha leaned forward to rest her hands on the bed and thrust her hips gently towards and away from the woman’s hungry mouth, and they both moaned. “Yeah,” he moaned. “Smack that pretty ass,” he told the woman. She did. Alicia whimpered and smiled at him.

“You like it Alicia?” he asked. She nodded. “Tell me you like that shit,” he panted.

“Baby, I love it,” she gasped. The woman suckling between her legs looked up at her and winked.

He couldn’t take it anymore. He stopped them and motioned Alisha over to him. The woman sat up and turned to watch them, splayed her legs and slid two fingers deep into her pussy. He turned Alisha around, bent her over the side of the bed, and told her to arch her back. He slid in gently. Then, without warning, he smacked her ass sharply and longstroked, plunging his dick deep inside her pussy.

“You better act like you want this dick……”

She needed it. She arched her back and gripped the bedsheets to get ready to show him how much. The woman in pink slid closer…..

Alisha and the woman in pink locked eyes. He was hammering away at her sweetness, punctuating his delight with sharp slaps to her rear. The harder he fucked the harder she backed into him, arching her back hard to help him hit the spot.

“‘Lish, take it,” he said between breaths. “I can feel how you want it. Get that pussy, girl.”

The woman slid off her panties, leaving her pink fishnet thigh-highs and stilettos on. Alisha reached out, hooked her arms aroudn the womans thighs and pulled her close until her pussy was breaths away from her wet, willing mouth. She bit her lip and looked up at the woman.

“I’ve never done this—MMMMMMM!!!!” He had reached down and grabbed a handful of her hair. He held her suspended above the womans body that way for almost a full minute, putting more force behind his stroke, growing harder listening to her moans and his flesh hitting hers. He eased his grip, allowing her to fall back to the bed at her will, but kept his hand tangled in her hair.

“Get it, Lisha,” he said. “Tell me what it tastes like.”

She was nervous. He reached between her legs to rub her clit and she shuddered. She lowerd her mouth to the woman’s pussy and breathed deep. She smelled so good, like fresh rain, and she was wetter than a monsoon. She extended her tongue and closed her eyes. Just as she was about to taste another woman for the first time ever, he longstroked her again and pulled her hair back. “MMMMMM, shit!” she gasped. She loved it, the way he fucked her til the room felt like 95 degrees, the way he swelled inside her til she thought she was gonna explode.

But she wanted to taste the dish before her. She whimpered and he heard her.

“Tell me what you want, Lisha,” he said. She whimpered again. “Tell me.” Everytime she tried to speak he drove his dick hard and deep into her pussy and she could do nothing but moan. He didn’t let up. “Alisha…..you want that pussy, girl?” She shook her head yes. “Tell me you want it.”

“I want…MMMMM!!!”

“Tell me you want it!!”

“I… mmmmmm I WANT IT!”

“Yeah? What you wanna do with it, Lisha? Hmmm?”

“I wanna… mmmmmmmmy god!! I wanna taste it–OOH!”

“I don’t think you do,” he said.

“Baby, yes,” she gasped.

He slapped her ass. “Beg for it.” And she did. She knew how much he liked to talk shit in the sack, and now that her entire mouth was aching for this woman before her, she gave him just what he wanted.

“Daddy, PLEASE let me eat her! Please! I wanna taste her pussy so bad, baby, please let me have it!!”

He threw his head back and let out a huge moan before taking her head and burying it between the woman’s thighs. Alisha dove right in, taking the woman’s clit into the hungry circle of her lips, flicking her tongue at the sensitive spot at the top of the hood, licking, sucking, slurping. She even surprised herself when she plunged two fingers inside the woman and began to feel around for her spot. She knew when she found it. “Yeah?” she asked her. “Is that it? Mmmm….you like that?”

Soon the three of them were moaning, squealing, and squirming in unison. The women came at the same time; he was trembling and near tears by the time they’d finished.

“Ali…..Lisha come…..here, in your mouth, quick,” he stammered to Alisha. She turned around, opened wide and began to suck for all she was worth while the woman positioned herself to suck on her left nipple. He held her head still and fucked her mouth with a gentle force, pulling her hair the closer he got.

Finally he was there. He shot the first spurt into her mouth, then pulled out, pushed her shoulders to get her to lay back, and aimed to shoot the rest on her stomach. Alisha swallowed and licked the rest off of her lips.

“Good girl,” he said.

“VERY good girl,” Alisha said.

Spankii was quite excited this week; it was Saturday and she was more giddy than a schoolgirl. As she saw the taxi pull up and turn into her long driveway, she squealed and ran down the stairs.

*Ding-Dong*

She opened the door wearing nothing but her plush robe and a big smile.
“I missed you.” “Mmmm, I missed the hell outta you…” As they smooched Spankii took in his scent; subtle cologne with a hint of fabric softener.

As they parted mouths, she now took his waist and pushed him back slightly. “Come in, come in; it’s freezing. Lemme take a look at you.” Amancio stepped inside the Foyer and dropped his bag. After taking his coat and laying it across the bench, she started at the top. Short & styled jet black hair, perfectly arched eyebrows, (”he must get them done” she thought) light brown and a bit of hazel within his eyes a slightly Roman-esque nose and soft lips to die for. A simple chain around his neck; a yellow gold cross, from his mother no doubt… Black Italian-knit sweater and equally black slacks. Three pleats, no lint and dress shoes without a scuff mark but a tad bit of snow and salt attached.

As she visually takes him all in, he does the same. Long brown hair you could ski down, coin slot eyes the color of a stormy day, little ears and matching lips. She wore a locket. She smelled good, and her neck looked equally as nice. (”it’s always nice to be able to see the delicacy of a woman’s collar bone” he thought to himself.) He slips his hands in under the robe and touches either side of her waist, he enjoys her shudder at his other than warm hands. Perky B’s, a navel ring, a small waist and Coke bottle curves for days. He steps in and slides his hands around to her bum. He closes his eyes, caresses and then squeezes. He feels her thighs tighten & releases his grip.

“Why’d you stop?” says Spankii. “Because I’m cold and I want to warm up.” “Then,” she says, “you should have kept your hands where they were…” Amancio laughs. “Seriously mamita…” Why don’t you fix us some hot tea and take the Grey Goose out of the freezer.” “How do you know I have vodka? In the freezer no doubt?” as she sauntered down into the living room. “Because you always have a well stocked bar for company. I don’t forget Mami…”

She rolled her eyes and got out the shot and rock glasses. As he went upstairs with his bag she ventured into the kitchen and filled the teakettle with water. She went over to the stereo and loaded it with 2 CD’s. “Hmmm” she thought. “This IS Amancio, better stream the music. No interruptions that way.” She connected the laptop USB cable to the sound system and pushed a couple of buttons. She tuned the live 365 to the Brazilian station. Spankii flipped a switch and music began piping through every room of the house. Just about the time she heard the shower trickle off upstairs, she heard a whistle in the kitchen. As she removed the teapot from the cook top, she reached up for the Earl Grey tea bags. As she topped of the mugs with milk and honey, Amancio was carrying an ice bucket and a tray with the drinks on it to the living room. She joined him and sat down on the fur-skinned rug next to him in front of the fire. “Here’s your tea ‘Cio.” “And here is yours.” They nodded at each other, did a vodka shot and chased it with the sweet tea.
They sat sipping for awhile, not speaking enjoying the Bossa Nova sounds of Nara Leão. Spankii sat her cup down on the glass table and Amancio did the same. He looked into her eyes, then tilted his head to the side. “What’s that? Your goody-bag?” “But of course,” she said with a sly grin showing no teeth. “And what if I wanted to take you upstairs?” “There’d be one up there too. And downstairs…”

With that Amancio wasted no time, he advanced towards Spankii; both now on their knees, they embraced each other. Tightly gripping, loosely feeling, groping, caressing, touching, nibbling. Spankii threw her head back, inhaled through her nose and exhaled through her slightly parted mouth as Amancio nuzzled her neck. As she reached between his legs to feel for his stiffness, the towel loosened around his waist settled at his sides and just below his rump. “Sit back.” she said looking into his eyes, again that cute grin he loves made him obey silently. As he pushed himself back on the rug he felt the sofa behind him supporting his back.

Spankii kissed his forehead, his left cheek, and then his right. She skipped his lips and chose to begin again at his chest. Both pecks, his tummy and circled his navel with her tongue. She reached the border, no forest, a slight buzz cut, if you will, although not bald still a nice site. She took hold of his meat and it began its slow and deep descent into her mouth and equally deep throat. As her head steadily bobbed in his lap, his hand wandered. Stroking her hair, down her back, then sliding his hand up and over the small of her back and butt to that sweet spot between her warm thighs. He loved that arch, it was like his own personal mini ski slope. He noticed, the longer she sucked his cock, the moister she became. He slid his fingers around her major and minor lips, carefully thumbing and ever so slightly squeezing her clit in a circular motion. As he breathed deeply, so did she. He grabbed one of the many towels stacked neatly on the stand. He wanted her, all of her. He placed a heavy hand on her shoulder, she slowed her oral stroke and came up for air.

“Your beautiful and very talented ‘Kii.” Spankii smiled, with her pearly whites showing this time. “May I have you now?” “Yes,” she said. “And may I admire your body?” Again, with a nod, she said yes. “Once I’ve done these things, may I ravish you with endless love making and then fuck you into oblivion?” Laughing, Spankii said yes yet again smiling big this time.

As she lay down, Amancio placed a throw pillow up under her rear. As she lay there his eyes wandered her body, her curves, her breasts, hips and thighs; her perfectly pedicured feet. As he reached for one of the assorted rubbers, he watched her hum to the music with her eyes closed and her body moved slowly, almost snake-like. As he descended upon her, he tossed her legs over his shoulders and entered her snug wetness. Her eyes flew open and their gaze met each other. Vigor crept in as he pounded her pussy into near extinction. His grunts and her sighs blended hard core with the repinique, caixa, and surdo of the music. He removed her legs from his shoulders and out stretched them on the floor. Wide. Her flexibility always seemed to amaze him. Her back began to arch and her sounds became deeper, more animal like. He slowed and then sat up a bit. He removed the pillow from underneath her and sneered at her. “You’re doing that stop and go thing again; I was almost…” “I know. I know your body, I know why you make every sound and mover every which way.” And with this he placed a firm hand on her lower abdomen and pressed down while he re-entered and stroked his cock inside her. With this move she immediately stared at him, mouth open, deep breath taken and yet; …no words escaped her. He looked down at her face, full of shock and enjoyment. She moaned, he took it up a notch with longer strokes and continued through his sly like smile. “Oh, oh, oh God. Ughhh, oh, oh God…” she moaned. “Uh-uhn. God can’t help you mami; my name is Amancio. If it’s good to you, REAL good to you, you’ll say my name like you mean it…”

To Be Continued…

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