She had a banging Beyoncé body: wide hips, thick thighs, and titties small enough to suck whole. The dim lights glistened on her body as she walked past me, making my dick even harder just by licking her lips.
Every eye in the room seemed to be on Spanish Fly and she knew it. She reveled in it. She was bad as hell. It had been a long time since I wanted to fuck somebody so badly. And I reveled in the fact that she kept her eyes on me.
Still, I had to hurry. I’d told my wife I was going to a basketball game with the boys—that gave me just another hour.
She moved to the door and beckoned me with one bend of her finger. And I followed Spanish Fly with my throbbing dick in hand. We left the room and climbed the stairs. I could smell the good clean aroused scent of her pussy. I reached up and slapped her ass, loving the way it jiggled in a thousand different directions.
There were signs on the door to let you know whether the room was occupied and private, or occupied and public—meaning the people inside wanted to be watched. I didn’t give a damn what sign Spanish Fly used as long as I got to slip this hard dick deep into her juicy pussy. My wife was at church and I wanted to fuck off this freaky nut that was hounding me and make it home before her.
My hands reached for her as soon as the door closed, but Spanish Fly took charge and pushed me down onto the bed. My dick was still hard and stood up from my body straight as an arrow and aching to dig her out. She climbed onto the bed between my open legs and headed straight for my hard-on.
“Te chuparé tu dick con mi boca.”
I didn’t know what the fuck she whispered. All I know was it sounded sexy as shit and that I heard the word dick, so I was good to go.
She licked every inch of it before she took it all in her mouth, until the tip tickled her tonsils. My ass arched off the bed and I clutched the sheets trying not to holler like a little bitch as she sucked me so hard that her cheeks caved in.
She knew what she was doing. First slow and deep, ending with a tickle of her tongue against the tip, and then fast and wet, causing her spit to drizzle down my dick and quivering thighs.
I sat up on my elbows to watch her; the sight of her lips suctioned to my dick was hot. She sucked that motherfucker like it had never been sucked before. I drew in air and my lips formed a circle as I squirted a little cum in her mouth.
Spanish Fly hummed with pleasure and sucked harder, her fingers squeezing my nuts. She shifted backward off the bed and slid her hands up my legs to jerk them roughly up high in the air until my ass was lifted off the bed. She ran her tongue up the crease of my ass and then circled the hole before she sucked it whole.
“Aaah,” I cried out hoarsely, sweat dripping from my body, ’cause she had me sweating like a fiend.
Back and forth she went, from my ass to my balls to suck my dick deep and nasty and back down again. Ass. Balls. Dick. Ass. Balls. Dick.
Spanish Fly slapped my ass and roughly pushed me until I turned over on my stomach and then got on all fours. I felt the warmth of her body leave me. Before I could wonder where sh
e went, she stood on the side of the bed and pressed her lush titties onto my back. Her hand tightly gripped my dick and jacked it downward until I started to pump my hips against her hand.
Suddenly I felt the first sting of a paddle to my ass—whap—followed by her sucking and licking the same area she just hit as she continued to stroke my dick, squeezing the thick tip.
She turned me the fuck out. An erotic mix of pleasure and pain that pushed me over the edge until I felt crazy from wanting to feel her pussy on my dick. The more I wanted her the longer she made me wait. She tortured me. Pleased me.
She spanked me till my ass felt raw and still I wanted her.
Feathers stroked across my body as she talked to me in Spanish, making me nearly nuts myself.
She tied me to the bed and then massaged oil over my body before she stroked me with her titties and her thighs, calling me Papi.
She pushed me, pulled me, stroked me, and sucked me.
She fucked me up. I lost awareness of time. I forgot everything and everyone but this Spanish Fly who was turning me out like a pro.
She slid her wet pussy down onto my dick and my muscles strained as I fought to break the bonds holding me. She was tight and wet, gripping my dick more like a fist than a pussy. Her thick thighs, wet from her own juices, pressed into my sides as she raised her hands to squeeze, pluck, and suck her own rock-hard nipples as she fucked me. I felt hypnotized by the way she circled her hips clockwise and then counterclockwise causing her walls to tightly grip and then release my dick. She was so wet that each move made a smacking noise.
She bent down and offered me her breasts. Eagerly I latched my mouth onto one, sucking her nipples like I was thirsty as she cried out in pleasure. I felt her ass bounce against my thighs as she fucked me harder. Spanish Fly rode me like she was trying to win the Triple Crown, her juices dripping down my balls. I felt spasms in her pussy as I licked her nipples wildly, sucking one whole breast into my eager mouth.
My heart pounded loudly in my ears. The smell of her pussy made my dick stone-hard. My stomach muscles tightened and I felt energy shimmy over our sweat-soaked bodies.
My wife. I loved her. I really did, but I needed this release. I needed this woman whose face I couldn’t see.
Spanish Fly pressed her sweaty titties against my chest as she grabbed my head with her hands and licked my exposed lips with her tongue. When her tongue darted out of her sweet mouth again I suckled it deeply.
It was the first time I’d kissed a woman other than my wife.
Her tongue did tricks in my mouth as she made it flicker against mine. I thought of the way she ate Mocha’s pussy and my heart swelled.