Barcelona April 15, 2015 at 8:52 pm
This was from part of our honeymoon. This was the last stop…Barcelona.
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This was from part of our honeymoon. This was the last stop…Barcelona.
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We have a male fan who wrote about a passionate adventure with a redhead. For some reason, red heads like the Asian man.
I’ve dated a red head and she also like men of ethnic color. Even if the girl was originally some other color, the moment red touches their head, they love us.
Next time you see a cute ginger, maybe you should approach? Enjoy the story and the pics below.
I’ve been on this sub for a while now, but I never would have guessed that I would post something. Definitely by far the kinkiest woman I have ever met, so I had to share. This is a little long, since I’m just writing it like how i remembered.
It all began with my usual routine of going to gym in the morning, but this time I randomly met this red head name Kristen. It was a regular back day and she approached me and asked if she could jump in on the lat pull down machine with me. She was obviously new to the gym, seeing how her hand placement on the bar was uneven. I’m really not the guy to just bluntly tell someone that they’re doing something wrong, but she took the initiative and asked me how her form was. It then got into a long winded conversation about why she was doing it wrong and became into a mini form correction session for her. She seemed really grateful that someone finally showed her how to do something at the gym, and was eagerly waiting to do more. I was just about done with my workout and had to head to work, so she asked if I could show her more things next time. I really didn’t think much of it and agreed.
During our initial meeting, I really didn’t paid much attention to her other than the fact that she has dyed red hair- I later found out that she was originally a blond head. When we met again I paid closer attention to her, and noticed that she’s actually really pretty despite not having much make up on at the gym. Here’s a little about her, she has a nose piercing and a tattoo on her upper arm that ends around the shoulder region ;she’s around 5’5″ on the thin side with an average sized breast, and a very attractive ass (thank you yoga pants). She seemed happy to bump in to me the next day, and asked if I came to this a lot and other misc things. It turns out that her gym goal was to put on my muscle weight because she has always been on the skinnier side but she is a little afraid of the gym. It’s really hard to not help someone who really want to improve on their own aspect of life, so I told her I can show her a few things in the gym on the weekends (I wanted to help her, but I still wanted to get my weekday workouts in lol). After meeting with her after a few weekends I have gotten to know her quite well. She’s a junior in college and apparently very in to the Asian culture. She told me about her weird fascination about the things she liked, and how she loved the food and what not. I just shrugged it off and didn’t think much of it, because I figured she was just trying to find things to talk about- even though it seems like she was more in to those things than me lol.
Things then started to get interesting when she asked if I wanted to go grab some food with her after one of our training sessions. It was her treat to me for helping her get more accustomed to the gym. We decided to meet at a local pub where she stays close to so she can go home and change right quick. After a few drinks the conversation started to get more fun when she was more relaxed and comfortable. She told me that she have always had this connotation about Asians being shy, skinny, and “pure.” And that she has never been with one because they are too timid to approach her even though she is interested. I just sat there and smirked at her. I am by no mean “pure”, and I’m probably way dirtier than most most men, lol. She asked me what am I smirking about, and I just told her maybe you just have to be more assertive with them- saying something that would make her feel better I suppose. I then asked what’s her reason for being is so fixated on Asian men anyways. She stared at me for a while and whispered “I just have this weird desire to ruin them.” I ended up laughing and thought she was kidding. Her questions began to get more and more personal. To the point of asking if I ever had sex outside of my race and what I thought about it. She then went on about her previous relationship and that the whole reason they broke up was because she was looking for something more and that he ended up to be too boring for her.The conversation was really titillating knowing that we didn’t have to hold anything back, and we were both obviously enjoying it. The bar started to get louder with the band coming in to play, so she asked if I wanted to go back to her place to drink some more. I really couldn’t say no to that, since It was obvious that she was turned on and so was I.
We made it to her apartment, and she gave me a quick tour of her apartment. She had a few gaming poster up, which she was embarrassed about but I didn’t pry too much in to, since my mind was pretty much just focused on one thing now. We sat on her couch and the conversation continued. I asked if she could ruin an Asian guy what kind of things would she do. She said she wants to make them squirm around until they beg her to let them fuck her, and just wanted to ruin the whole innocent facade that they have. I told her too bad I’m not one of those skinny asian guys, because that sounds fun. She asked if it was possible to show her what I looked under my shirt, and that she has always been curious about it from working out together. I laughed and said sure.
I stood up and took my shirt off and she had a surprised look on her face. At this point you could literally cut the amount of tension that was in the air. All she could say at that time was “holy fuck.” I just smirked again at her and asked if she was curious to see more. She bit her lip and nodded her head. I asked her to take off my pants if she does so she did that. At this point im down to just my briefs with an obvious erection. She was feeling how hot and hard it was over my briefs, so I asked her to take those off too. Now my cock was fully exposed in front of her. I grabbed her hair and told her to suck my cock. She obeyed, and took my dick in her mouth. She gave me this look while she had my cock in her mouth the entire time. The look she had on her face was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. The look itself made me get even harder inside of her mouth. I then shoved my cock deeper inside of her. It was so deep inside of her mouth that she ended up gagging. She took it out to breathe, and went straight back to deep throating it.The way her mouth felt wrapped around my cock was amazing. I couldn’t help but cum deep inside of her throat; I tilted her head up from her chin and told her to swallow it. She did the best she could, but some still managed to drip down from the side of her mouth.
Her switch at this point was completely flipped, and she hungrily wanted more. I told her to take off her clothes and get on the couch for me. I got down on my knees and took my hand to spread her legs so her pussy was fully exposed. This was when I found out that her hair color was originally blond. I grabbed her ass and pulled her hips so her pussy was right up against my mouth. I wanted to taste this slut before I ruin her even more. She was completely soaked down there and I licked her from the bottom of her pussy all the way to her clit. She gave a really loud moan and wanted me to go down on her even harder. Since im a horrible person, I slowly licked around her pussy without directly touching her pussy, just so I can see how wet she can get. I did this for a few minutes while watching the couch get more and more soaked by her until she repeatedly begged please.
At this point her pussy was completely soaked with her own juices and the look of frustration and lust on her face was blatantly obvious. She began to repeatedly begged for more, so I gave her pussy another long slow lick from the bottom to the top and then I hardly bit on to her labia. She moaned out loudly while screaming more. I quickly shoved my tongue deep inside of her while watching her buckle her hip deeper in to me.
My vision was getting blurry and my heart was racing. It felt as if I was literally getting high from tasting her. I knew that I didn’t want to prolong this any longer, and I wanted to see her orgasm all over my mouth. So I took my tongue and went directly to her erected clit. I cupped it inside of my mouth and slowly sucked on it. This was driving her crazy, her legs were flailing all over the place. I then used my tongue to flick her clit slightly while remaining to suck on her clit. Then I stuck my fingers inside of her wet pussy and roughly massaging her g-spot. This made her clench on to my hair even harder and her mouth uncontrollable widen while she screamed out in pleasure. Her pussy was spasming while my finger were deep inside of her; she had one of the most intense orgasm i have ever seen. I was actually a little afraid she might have gotten lock jaw from her mouth opening that widely, but luckily she didn’t lol.
I was even harder now after witnessing such an intense orgasm. Her face was completely flushed red with her quickly trying to catch her breath. She tried to say something, but it looks like she was completely brain dead with pleasure at the moment. She just laid there on the couch with the look of satisfaction on her face. She then noticed my hard cock throbbing in front of her, and she grabbed on to it while smiling devilishly. She looked at me and said “fuck me please.” I was by all means ready, but the couch was really wet from her sweat and juices. I suggested we move in the bedroom, but her legs wouldn’t work right so I carried her in to the bedroom and threw her on the bed. I pinned her arms down and gave her a hard deep kiss. She knew she was my slut at this point, she wanted nothing more than for me to fuck her pussy. I slapped her (not hard, lol. I wouldn’t do that to someone on our first time) and asked her what she wanted. That quickly made her even more horny and she moaned out “please fuck me, I want your dick inside of me.” I then placed her legs over my shoulders and shoved my cock deep inside of her wet pussy.
Her eyes widen with pleasure and she buried her nails in to my arms. I repeatedly fucked her while she moans out loudly. I knew she wanted even more so I lifted her hips up and fucked her even harder and deeper. She was continuously screaming “holy fuck” while I was penetrating her. I can’t believe that this cute red head that I was training with for the last couple of week is such a slut right now. I just wanted to know how much more I can ruin her. I took my cock out and told her to turn around and to lift her ass up for me. I saw a scarf lying on the ground and I used that to tie her hands behind her back. Thinking back now I really wish that I took a picture of that moment, because it’s something that still turns me on now from thinking about it.
Her hands were now bounded behind her back with her plump ass in the hair. I went and tightly grabbed her hair and told her that she was my slut now and kissed her roughly. There was no need to be nice to her anymore- I slapped her cute little ass leaving visible marks on it while she screams out more.
I spanked her even more while watching her pussy drip with more and more of her juices. It was clear that she loved me dominating her and was getting turned on from it. My cock just couldn’t take it anymore, so I shoved it all the way inside of her. Her pussy clenched down on it and she said she was cumming again. I watched her scream in to pillow in the most vicious cry and I gave her one last spank before I turned her over to cum all over her face. Her face was covered in my cum and she loved her last bit of it.
This was how I met the kinky red head who had a thing for asians. Thanks for reading.
Sexy time in Munich. I highly recommend driving in Munich if you are from the USA. It’s a lot of fun.
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When I was younger, I always had a fantasy of seducing an older lady. I never got the chance. But it seems we a fan that completed this quest!!
Congrats to him and kudos on this great story!
My first time posting a story, so bear with me…
A little background about myself: I am now 30, Asian, 5’9″ 140 athletically-built. I’ve always has trouble getting non-Asian girls, and what made it worst is non-Asians are the ones I’m most attracted to. However, this was the time I hit 2 birds with 1 stone – A White MILF.
When I was 22, fresh out of college and just starting a job, all my friends and I would look forward to the weekends and blow our money on alcohol and bars. There was a local bar/lounge that was infamously known to have cougars. The drinks were a little bit more, but there was a live band (70′s and 80′s cover) and a dance floor. After a few visits, my buddies and I knew right away this was going to be our go-to spot every weekend (and it was for 2 solid years, before shutting down).
The night this all went down began like any other night. After pre-drinking at a friend’s house (he was the first of the group to get his own place), we made our way over to this bar/lounge. There was about 6 of us, 2 were in serious relationships, so it was really 4 of us always on the prowl. The night felt the same, getting drunk and being the young idiots at an older crowd’s bar. There is no doubt the men there hated us as we always did garner the most attention (good and bad). We did spot 3 women (mid-late 40′s) dancing by themselves (1 being hot, 2 are average), while also being drunk and loud. Bullseye! As we walked over there to join in on the fun, I quickly noticed 2 of the ladies casually slide their wedding ring off. I, being 22, did not think much of it… if I saw that now, I’d jump the gun. After introducing ourselves to them, we find out the hottest one has 2 daughters 18 and 19. She is actually the one we all are trying to go for, but she is more trying to setup us up with one of her daughter. As drinks continue to flow and the dancing starts to get heated, some connections are made and I am paired up with one of the average woman. There’s some light petting on the dance floor, but no making out. 1 AM rolls around and last call for alcohol is right around the corner. As much fun as I had drinking and dancing, I began to lose interest and I was kind of mad as the night was ending and I put all my focus on this 1 lady and the feeling I got was nothing is going to happen.
Last call comes, us 7 (4 guys/3 girls) go take a shot and finally we got what we were seeking for… an invitation back to one of the girl’s place. As we were all waiting outside for a cab, the 4 of us began to discuss who is going after who and at the same time realizing 1 of us is going to get screwed. As we were discussing, the cab pulls up, and one of my friend shoves another friend out of the way and we quickly pile into the cab. A dick move stranding the friend, but to be fair we live in a pretty major city, so it’s not a long distance to get home.
We finally get to the girl’s place (the girl I dancing with) and I find out she now lives alone and was recently divorced (the other 2 were married). Us 6 are sitting around the dining table, chatting, and having a good time. The hottest one even calls her daughter, put her on speaker phone, to tell her she found a great 22 year old guy (my friend) for her to date. The daughter just says “Are you drunk and hanging out with these guys?… serious, Mom”. It was funny, but thinking back, that must’ve been terrible for the daughter to experience that phone call. I quickly excuse myself to go have a cigarette, and as I make my way to the back yard I realize the girl I’ve been hitting it off with follows me out. In my mind, i catch her reflection, but I’m trying to play it cool while smiling ear-to-ear. As I’m smoking, we’re chatting briefly and the conversation is going well, and that’s when she made the move and we started making out heavily outside. She asked me to sit down and she begins to remove my pants and the whole time I am thinking “this is really going to happen… my 1st White girl and she’s a MILF”. As she begins giving me head, I spot the other 4 people kind of watching with 2 of my buddies smiling and giving me the thumbs up. Since it was decently cold out at night, I ask her if we can move this inside to which she obliges.
We quickly make our way inside and to her bedroom, where all our clothes quickly come off. This when I realized my fascination for older women and why I am, to this day, attracted to older women compared to women my age or younger. Her body wasn’t perfect, it had some curves, it wasn’t rock hard… yet, that made me turned on even more. I quickly ask if I can go down on her (I was getting my 1st White MILF, I was being polite so I didn’t blow it). She happily said yes and that’s when I proceeded to have my best muff-diving session, her experienced pussy on my tongue, it was so soft and it tasted amazing. I wanted to please her in every way and eating away for about a good 15 minutes, until my jaw felt sore. She asked to return the favor, but by then I was ready to go so I asked if she was interested in sex, to which she smiled and that was all that I needed. She told me her tubes were tied, so I did not need a condom (score!). Of course, when I look back, how dumb and naive I was to have unprotected sex after picking up a girl from a bar, but at that very moment no one is thinking correctly. She asks me to lie down and climbs on top in cowgirl position and begins to go to town on me. I am sucking on her nipples and gripping her nice ass, while thinking “this is really happening”. After about 3-5 minutes of feeling like a King, I feel her slow down and her pussy grips my cock, while she is lightly convulsing. She stops and just lays down on me, while I’m still rock-hard in her. We began kissing some more and I ask if her if she’s ready for doggy as I still need to cum, she asks me to give her a minute to catch her breathe. As she gets into position, I began to realize how hot she is with her ass up in the air, so I quickly dive right back in licking up her cum, that coupled with her moans almost made me cum right then and there. I quickly get into position and going doggy-style got her going again and she became louder and pretty much slamming back into me as I was almost like a statue. I tell her to let me do the work, so I pound away and as I’m about to cum I pull out and let it unload all over her ass. I go to her bathroom to get some tissues to wipe it all off her and we lay there, sweaty and satisfied. It was probably all the alcohol that led us to those moments, but afterwards we fell asleep in her room.
When the morning rolled around, I was terribly hungover, so I put my clothes back on and tell her that I am leaving. Thankfully my other 2 friends were sleeping in the living room. I woke them up and we got out of her condo complex ASAP. I did get her #, and after a week I called her up. We went and got dinner, but there was no lust or passion there. I definitely chalk it up to the alcohol and that she was recently-divorced.
I hope this story read well… it’s my first time writing an experience and it’s no easy-task. I commend all the people who do write amazing stories.
We have a new intellectual and sexy white female fan. She wrote this super hot story for us.
You can find a hot adventure at the gym! Better start pumping iron guys…and ladies!
Saturday morning, as we were eating a light breakfast, he mentioned that he needed to go lift. As soon as he told me he wanted to hit the gym I knew what I was going to do to him. I packed my gym bag with calculated precision. I wanted my ass to look amazing in there.
I drove, chattering away casually on the ride. He rode beside me, placid and in a good mood. Seemingly oblivious to my ravenous, perverse appetite. I couldn’t wait to see him in his workout gear.
At the gym, it was a quiet morning. The whole neighborhood seems to get roaring drunk every Friday and Saturday, and the weekend mornings are so peaceful in the gym. There were just a couple of people using the treadmills and ellipticals as we walked in. “Save me a treadmill next to yours,” i said, and smiled at him. I wanted to wink but figured that was laying it on thick.
“Okay, see you in a minute,” he said and I watched his broad back enter the men’s locker room.
I went into the ladies’ room and changed in a hurry, a little scatterbrained from anticipation. I pulled on my favorite black tank top and some gray running tights that I knew really highlighted my “assets”. Only the best gear for a gym seduction!
When I came out he was already walking on a treadmill, in black running tights and a black t-shirt. He was all covered up, but I could still see his shape. His thick legs and ass looked incredible, so solid. The black complimented his hair and made his golden skin stand out. I made sure to walk around behind him, watching him move, as I climbed up onto the treadmill next to his. I looked up to see him watching me. I grinned, and looked away to fiddle with the treadmill controls in a futile effort to avoid blushing. We jogged some brief intervals for 10 minutes before he wanted to stop. Cardio is the strong suit of neither of us.
We stopped the treadmills and I sauntered over to the weights area. I felt his eyes burning into my back all the way over as he followed. My hips maybe swayed a little more than usual. When I glanced up into the mirrors I caught his eye and smiled. He looked down at the floor and I could tell I was getting to him.
“What do you want to train today?” he asked.
I knew it was up to me to drive this workout onwards if we were going to do more in the gym than stand around blushing and staring at the floor. “Well, I thought maybe we could warm up with some pull ups before we do our tractor tire flips. How does that sound? 괜찮아요?”
He smiled at that and said, “네, 에이미씨”
I loved hearing him speak Korean. It sounded like soft flower petals falling off his shy lips.
He followed me over to the pull-up assist machine and watched as I adjusted the weight, mounted the machine, and struggled through my set. He gave me tips on my form, “Keep your chest forward. Core stays tight. Use your lats, not your biceps. You should feel it here.” He just barely, gingerly touched my lat as I was struggling up. I switched positions and did a set of dips. As I finished and looked up, he was watching silently at my side.
I broke the moment climbing down from the machine and said “All right, your set.”
He replied, “I don’t need the assist; I’ll do mine over here.” He walked over to the regular pull-up bar.
“One day I’ll get there,” I said.
“Oh you will. Just keep working at it,” he said. With that he hopped and took hold of the bar. I stood behind and aside of him, and could see his back working with each clean, disciplined rep. His massive legs hung stil. I looked in the mirror and saw his face, intent on the exercise, staring at a point beyond the bar. His arms and neck were dewy. I stole a furtive glimpse of his package, a subtle bulge in his black tights, but didn’t want him to catch me staring, so I averted my gaze.
After 15 reps he dropped down from the bar and turned to look at me, a big smile on his face.
“Feeling good?” I asked.
“Yeah,” he said.
“Ready to go get dirty flipping a tire?” I said.
“Ready when you are,” he laughed.
“Come on then,” I said, grinning at him. This was my gym, my territory, and I had to lead the way. I strolled through the gym, grabbed a fresh towel and pushed through the double doors to the outside back lot.
The lot was deserted. Few people came back here – especially in the heat of summer. There were trees for cover but it was still pretty warm. The lot was on a slope, surrounded by a chain link fence. On the other sides of the fence were a few private backyards and the gym parking lot. Beside the doors, tucked away in a corner, a small concrete parking pad was piled with tractor tires of various size. Not a lot of members were into the heavy lifting. The tires had been sitting for a while. The rainstorms from the last week had accumulated inside the tires.
I glanced around for a moment and identified my favorite – the second-largest tire in the pile. My friends and I estimated it weighed about 250 pounds, maybe more. “Here’s the one,” I said. While he watched hesitantly, I planted my feet against the tire, hunkered down and grabbed the treads with my fingertips. I shoved upwards with my legs and butt, and got the tire halfway up before the water inside sloshed all over my front. Then with a grunt I caught the tire with my thigh and repositioned my hands under it to push it up and over. “Heavy.. fucking.. bastard!” The tire landed like a great, noisy rubber penny. It rolled a couple of circles on its edge, slinging water out before settling on the ground again with a hollow thunk: one flip. “Your turn,” I said. “It’s less heavy now. Let’s go down to the lot and back up the hill.”
“Okay,” he said, smiling. I stood back and watched as he got into position behind the tire, his legs, ass and back all flexed and solid delicious muscle as he came up with it, then placing his palms on the underside to finish the flip. The nasty water sloshed out and wet him to his knees, streaming down the hill in front of us. “That’s a pretty heavy tire,” he said.
“I’m sure you could do the heaviest one if you wanted, though,” I said, secretly pleased at his comment.
We kept taking turns quickly flipping down the incline, the tire getting lighter, and us filthier, with each flip. When we reached the bottom I caught my breath for a moment. He looked ready to rock some more. “You’re really strong,” he said, grinning.
“So are you,” I replied. We reveled in the shared endorphin buzz. “Ready to go back up?” I said.
“Yeah, let’s go,” he said.
I started back up the hill. The tire was getting heavier again, and slippery with filthy water as we went back up the incline – steepest at the top. He was really sweating now. It glistened on his arms, neck, and face. His black hair was glittering and dripping. His shirt clung to the muscles in his back. I could see them rippling as he moved. On my last flip I could barely get it up, winded and distracted. The tire slipped from my hand and I caught it awkwardly with my leg. I made a noise of surprise and I felt him jump in just behind me, shoving the tire up and over with me. “Are you all right?” he asked.
“Yes, I’m f—” I reeled a half step backwards and bumped into his warm, solid, sweating chest before I turned around, my back whispering the ghost of that touch. I was breathing hard as the scent of him filled my nose, fragrant, musky, masculine. Without even thinking I reached out and laid my right hand flat against his chest. His nipple was a hard bead under my palm as I pressed gently into his muscle and slid my palm upwards to his neck. I looked up and saw his eyes were wide with shock and black with arousal. I stepped an inch closer and clasped him at the waist with my other. He was thick, solid and radiating heat like a furnace. I felt his arms haltingly fold around me, his hands settling just under my shoulderblades.
Then I tilted my face upwards a bit and touched his sweet, salty lips with mine. I could taste his sweat on his lips and felt him exhale shudderingly. My eyes drifted closed as I kissed him gently, no tongue, just soft slow kisses. I didn’t want to frighten him. He was frozen, breathing hard but not moving otherwise. I drew back, licked the sweat off my lips, and studied him. His black eyes opened and I saw a fierce hunger in his expression as he suddenly squeezed me. My breasts crushed against his chest and I felt his whole body against mine. His cock was a definite presence pressing my lower belly. He drove his mouth against mine and moaned. The sound was so desperate. He kissed me hard and I pressed back, and suddenly our tongues were teasing each other. The kissing kept us both panting. I drew away slightly to touch him more.
I threaded my hand up from his neck to his face, stroking his smooth golden cheek. His hair was wet but still brushy and prickled my hand. Who would want dessert if you could devour something this delicious instead? His sweat dripped onto my face and mouth, enveloping me with his scent. I grabbed his short slippery hair and pulled his head back, exposing his thick neck to me fully. I savagely began licking the sweat off his neck, in long firm strokes of my tongue from his collarbone to his jawline. I felt his arms relax their grip on me and slide downwards, his hands resting on the small of my back. A tiny whimper escaped him that drove a stab of lust straight down to my increasingly swollen pussy.
I pressed him away from me, his eyes snapping open in confusion as he let go his arms from around me. “Against the wall in the corner,” I said, and guided him to the corner of the building, out of sight from the parking lot, among the tires. I pressed his shoulders gently but urgently against the cinderblocks. When his back thumped against the wall, I kept him pinned with my left hand, but slid my right down his body. His abs rolled with each breath, so warm and alive with strength. I kissed him again, melting against him, as my hand wandered further south. When I grazed his cock through his tights, he closed me in his arms again and breathed out violently, a silent sigh. I broke the kiss. “Oh, do you like that?” I asked.
“Yes,” he whispered. Still so shy.
“Do you want me to touch you again?” i breathed low against him. He nodded, eyes squeezing shut, chest heaving. “Ask me to touch you.”
His face blushed darkly. “Please” he whispered, after a moment’s hesitation.
“Please what?” I whispered back in his ear, smiling an evil smile he didn’t see.
“Oh, please touch me,” he whispered.
“Here?” With one finger, I stroked the outline of his cock from base to tip.
He nodded wordlessly, eyes still closed.
“All right then,” As much as I love hearing a beautiful man begging to be touched, I couldn’t keep up the teasing for long. I knew what I wanted to do with that cock. I cupped him in my hand and pressed it up against his abdomen. His body was so wet, I wasn’t sure if it was sweat or precum on my hands, but the smell of his arousal hit me again as I massaged his swollen organ through his clothes. He was very firm, like a burning banana standing at attention, and the shy soft weight of his balls below.
I felt his hands slide lower again, over the small of my back, to grasp handfuls of my ample ass. “Yesss” I hissed. It felt amazing to be grasped and my ass cheeks pulled apart. I could feel it all down in my pussy. I arched my back into his hands, and kissed him ravenously again. He kissed back harder now, pushing his tongue into my mouth with evident hunger. We kissed for a few breaths before I pulled my mouth back and said, “I want to taste all of you.”
“Okay,” he groaned, his beautiful black eyes heavy-lidded with lust. His hands squeezed my ass and his cock twitched under my palm. I looked down between us and hooked my fingers into the waistband of his tights, carefully peeling them down. He was silent as I exposed his thick, dusky brown uncut cock. It bobbed up gently as it was freed of the tights, glistening on the pink tip. His balls were dark too, and surrounded by a sparse nest of black hair, sticking wildly out in every direction. I wrapped my hand around his shaft carefully, loving the sight of his foreskin gliding back from the head, before I glanced at his face to see his head thrown back against the wall, eyes half-closed, and biting his lip. My body was electrified by the sight of him so undone by lust. I could feel it running like lightning to my nipples, down my spine, and engorging my pussy. “You look so beautiful,” I said to him.
I slowly fisted his cock a few times, watching his chest heave as he breathed. Then I squatted down in front of him, feeling his hands slide off my butt to rest on my shoulders. I grabbed his hips, and admired the view. His cock bobbed proudly just in front of me. I breathed in his musk deeply as I buried my nose and lips at the base, his soft balls and hair tickling my face. He smelled incredible. I licked a slow path up the underside of his cock. It bounced up and away from my tongue once before landing again.
I love to give fellatio to a man who submits. He lays open the most vulnerable and tender parts of himself and his masculinity to me so that I can give him intense pleasure. Unlike in porn, real fellatio can be an incredibly intimate act of surrender. And so it was with him. I looked up to see him watching. I held his eye contact as I gently, slowly sucked his glans into my mouth. He hissed in a breath between his teeth and threw his head back. Then I concentrated on taking him in. His delicious foreskin slid back and forth over the length of his cock as I held him in my mouth. The smell/taste was indescribable. Salt, musk, soap, lust, precum…
I let go of one hip to impatiently shove my fingers down my own tights, tugging on my swollen labia and bathing my fingers in my juices. I was sopping wet. My fingers circled my clitoris as I pulled away from his cock, taking gasping breaths and peppering him with kisses. I bent lower to gently suck his balls into my mouth, first one then the other, relishing the sweaty skin’s soft texture and his quiet groans above me. Men talk about “balls of steel” to forget just how fragile these parts of themselves are. I love to take them into my mouth – an act of trust, like placing your head in an alligator’s jaws.
I drew his cock back into my mouth and sucked him vigorously for a few minutes until I felt his hand on my head, pulling me away. I stood up, my hand still down my own pants, and looked him in the eye before diving in for a wild and wet kiss. After a moment he broke away, watching my hand idly working my pussy, and asked hesitantly, “Do you need.. do you want me to..”
“I need you to fuck me,” I said. “Right up against this wall.”
“Oh, okay,” he said. He was obviously beyond words at this point.
I broke contact with him and stepped to his side to face the wall. He turned to stand behind me, not touching, but I knew he was watching. I peeled my tights down, jutting my ass out and pulling the fabric tight to make my ass bounce like a bubble as it cleared the elastic. I felt his palm rest on the bare flesh my ass, slick with sweat. “I want to feel you inside me, baby” I said.
I grabbed against the wall with both hands and arched my back, spread my legs as wide as I could. After a split second hesitation, I felt his knuckles and the tip of his cock as he poked around my slippery pussy, trying to slide home. Each motion was exquisite. He rubbed against my clit a few times before he finally pressed into my vagina. The first stroke was shallow as he stretched my pussy open. On the second stroke, I moaned as he pushed his way into me.
“You’re so wet,” he growled as he shoved deeper.
“Oh, fuck me,” I said. We soon found a rhythm, urgent and fierce. Our bodies slapped wetly together, his balls smacking my clitoris as his penis massaged my insides. I squeezed him experimentally with my kegel muscles and he groaned instantly. “You like it when I squeeze you?” I teased breathlessly. “That pussy hug?” Talking filthy made me blush crimson even now.
“Yeah,” he groaned, fucking me with firm, deep strokes. I started squeezing around his cock rhythmically. “Ohh” he moaned, his strokes becoming more erratic. I reached down and masturbated while he fucked me, keeping up the kegels until the orgasm ripped through me, and the pulsing in my vagina was no longer voluntary. I cried out as I rode the waves, the intense rush of pleasure blanking out my brain. He was still fucking me, moaning with each stroke as he got closer to coming.
“Come in me, baby,” I said, when I could get my tongue to speak words again. “I want to feel it.”
He moaned again and muttered, “Coming!” as I felt him drive violently into me, pressing up against my cervix and then felt the pulsations from him as he emptied his balls inside me. After a few lazy, twitching extra pumps with his softening cock, we were still for a moment as we caught our breath. He ran his hands down my back and ass as he slid, spent, from my soaking vagina. I could feel his come inside me, slowly oozing out of my pussy as I stood up, pulled up my sodden tights, and turned around.
I watched him stuff himself back into his clothes uncomfortably. He put one hand on the wall above me to brace himself, and I wrapped my arms around his big back. I looked into his black eyes as he smiled sheepishly. We shared a half-embarrassed laugh, before our mouths met for a long, sated kiss.
“Good workout?” I said, grinning.
“Best I’ve had in a long time,” he replied.