by EVA QUEEN
Story 2: Irresistible Temptress
I was headed toward Nymea’s home in a posh area of the Bronx to spend the weekend. We’d been dating each other for about the past three months and had always wonderfully spent our time together.
She’s a black woman, almost forty-three years of age, going through a separation from her first marriage, and owns a hardware store just a few blocks away from home. She’s a brilliant, easy-going, fun-loving, smart, and curvy hot booty. Nymea also is the mother of one son and two lovely, little girls. The youngest is a nineteen-year-old, Kecia, living at home and studying at Columbia University in Manhattan, doing her major in accountancy.
I’m a white male of forty-one years of age, slim and fit, with black hair, blue eyes, also divorced, and live over the GW Bridge in New Jersey. I’m a medical representative in Manhattan.
Nymea was hosting a casual get-together that Sunday for some of her friends and loved ones, including her divorce-seeking husband and Kecia’s dad, Richard.
Witnessing the game between New York Giants and New York Jets, eating, drinking, and talking about the world was on the menu.
Around 7:00 AM that Sunday, Nymea needed to head toward a cousin’s house and get some folding lounge seats and an incredible BBQ sauce her cousin had cooked. Actually, the cousin was supposed to carry the items with her, but unfortunately, an urgent work popped up in her schedule and she had to go to work missing the fun-filled gathering. That compelled Nymea to take the ninety minutes trip, alone, in her Ford minivan to grab the needful items for the party. Driving certainly relaxed her.
After Nymea left, I got upstairs to the washroom, stripped to pee, and had a quick shower. I left the washroom entryway marginally open momentarily, unmindful of my environment. After I flushed, I turned on my feet only to shockingly find Kecia devouring my morning boner.
“Damn, no big surprise why mommy likes you,” Kecia teased with a mischievous grin gazing at my cock. She was dressed in her blue mini short denim pants which had a deep cut off low rise waist exhibiting her abundant round buttocks and flat tummy, a short white t-shirt over her D-cup gravity heavy, succulent tits and a small, brilliant pink G string. I was able to witness the G-string because of the low-cut micro mini pants.
“I hope our affection is deeper than eight inches,” I remarked strolling past her. I surmised that wasn’t the best time to have a shower with a mischievous girl sneaking and peaking all over the house.
A couple of moments later, she knocked on Nymea’s open bedroom entryway and inquired, “Would you be able to help me find my earring? I lost it on my shag floor carpet.”
“Let me put on some clothes and I’ll be right there sweetie,” I answered stupefied by her sudden appearance, more so because I was lying on the bed in just my briefs with my boner poking toward the ceiling.
Putting on my blue Bermuda pants and a matching polo shirt, I went to Kecia’s room.
At the point when I strolled in Kecia’s room, I was stunned that she was just dressed in her G string and T-shirt. Just on her knees, her head was on the floor carpet looking under her bed. Her black booty bubble butts were stuck out in the air facing the entryway. Her bright bronze skin was a lot brilliant and radiant than her mom’s mocha shading.
The brilliant pink G-string was splitting her dark puckered little star down the center and disappeared in between her bald pink folds. That was a mesmerizing sight that I was witnessing, and I felt my cock twitched as my mind got crowded with all sorts of illicit thoughts.
With my gaping wide mouth ogling the black beauty, I stood at the entryway. I let my eyes feast on the delightful sight as my morning wood began getting all woody once more.
Kecia turned her head to me and stated, “Would you help me find my rings?”
Then her eyes widened. She was somewhat perplexed as she stated, “I guess you have been staring at my ass!”
I brought down my eyes and my practically erect pink cock was poking out through zipper in front of my Bermuda pants. “Damn, why the hell I forgot to zip up? What would Kecia think about me? Damn! Damn! Damn!” I cursed myself.
“Oh, I’m so sorry,” I said sheepishly, endeavoring hard to hide my embarrassment.
“Let me use your third eye to do something for me,” she remarked turning her head away and tweaked her voluptuous bubble butts at me.
“Hey now, aren’t you going to help me find?” And she gave three delicious wiggles of her bubble butts.
For hell’s sake, since her legs were together, I jumped on my knees positioning them outside of her legs. With my dick in my grasp, I scoured it on her already drenched pussy lips. I used my cock to move the G string to the side of her pussy lips.
Thrusting a little harder, my bulbous cock head slid into her hungry pussy. I shivered at the tremendous stimulation to feel her pussy wrapping my erection like a warm blanket.
“I hope I’m helping you now?” I inquired.
“You’re...helping...me...” she replied with a mischievous chuckle.
I shoved in further and started a rhythm, sliding my pulsating shaft right till the base, dragging it out till the cock head and then gently slamming it in. With her brilliant pink G string on her slid on her black booty ass cheeks, she looked like a glamorous DIVA.
I began pounding her pussy harder and faster and her bubble butts rippled in the aftermath of my vicious poundings. I was burning in raw lust for this black beauty and I wanted to enjoy every ounce of her irresistible feminine seduction.
Kecia started massaging her clits with her fingers and making passionate moans. Sounds of our amorous adventure resonated all across the room and the sloshing sound erupting from her sodden vagina only heightened my bestial lust. She was leaking her juices and milking my cock. Soon, she ceased her self-pleasuring ministrations momentarily and positioned herself perfectly on all fours.
Thus, I grabbed her lustrous black hips with my white hands and made her entire body rock back and forth as my giant erection pounded her balls deep. She adjusted to the exotic rhythm like a bitch in heat and began pummeling back hard onto my cock. When my cock brushed against her cervix and she groaned like a wild pig, it felt so great. Soon, she started making powerful, uproarious, amazing animal sounds, just like her mother proclaiming the animalistic cravings that ran through our nerves then. I was her fire on a cold night, the sun warming her skin on a cool spring morning, the wind caressing her face on an autumn day. I was everything that made her feel alive, beautiful, and whole. And I could say that from the lust-filled moans erupting from her juicy lips and sloshing sounds escaping from her pink lips.
Her tight, soaking pussy was thoroughly crushing my cock in a 360-degree love lock. Her hammering back fast and hard onto my cock made me scream and explode my excitements within a brief time than usual as I snarled, “AAARRGGGGHH!”
I deposited my seeds in her unprotected pussy. I realized the peril of getting her pregnant absolutely intoxicating.
Kecia didn’t orgasm from me, yet before I pulled out of her pussy she was massaging and caressing her throbbing clits vigorous with her glossy fingernails. She exploded her passion with an uproarious cry within a short while just like her mom. They are exceptionally provocative and blissful sounds to my ears.
My flaccid cock plopped out of her juicy vagina and I stood up saying, “Sorry, I couldn’t help you to find your earring.”
Kecia turned over on the floor carpet and wickedly grinned up at me, “Am I as good as my mommy?”
“Unique. Everyone’s extraordinary,” I answered, “But you have a wild passion compared to your mommy’s maturity.”
“Thanks for helping me out with my earrings, Neal.” With that, she revealed her lost earrings within her left clutch.
“Possibly, I can help you with some more findings,” I remarked and grinned as I left.
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The party had been going on in full swing for an hour or so. The mu
sic, the wine, and beers, the delicious food, everything was truly rejuvenating. Almost everybody was somewhat tipsy apart from the little teenagers. There were approximately fifteen-twenty individuals partying hard and everyone was having an excellent time watching football, cheering for the team, and hollering at the TV, or talking noisily to one another.
After 2 beers, I needed to take a leak very badly, yet the downstairs restroom was already occupied. So, I hurried to the restroom upstairs and emptied my bowels. Damn, peeing can feel exceptionally satisfying, especially when the pent-up pressure gets unbearable.
I left the restroom and Kecia’s stood right before me, once more.
“I again lost my earrings. Don’t you want to help me out again?” she asked shyly.
“Hell! Yeah! Let’s have a quick look,” I said cupping one of her succulent breasts.
Following her into the bedroom, I locked the door behind me. Wasting no time, she removed her short skirts and G string and lied on her waist with her legs spread wide.
I pulled down my trousers to uncover my hardening manhood. Kecia was enthusiastically wiggling her black bubble butts high up in the air like a dirty whore enticing her customer. Lying on top of her lush, radiant body, I placed my hardening erection in her gorgeous, brilliant butt crack and moved it up and down gradually.
“MMMMM...” she squirmed.
Within moments, my cock was throbbing hard and I slid it into its most desired pit. She was so wet that I had no trouble invading her pink folds once again. I slowly began thrusting in and out of her juicy rosebuds, feeding her my erection as deep as I could.
Kecia’s face was buried in the cushion and she was making passionate “MMMFFF! MMMFF!” sounds in cadence to my poundings. She was a smart girl not to be too vocal to let everyone know about our lewd adventures.
Her meaty ass was curving up marginally to meet my cock and as I increased my pace and bottomed her balls deep, her perfect hemispherical mounds ripples in accordance with my passionate thrusts. We fucked vigorously like that for around ten-fifteen minutes.
“Don’t you know? The way you touch me, fill me, makes me crave for more. The way you devour my curves and feed your desire into the depths of my womanhood raises my desperate urge to its zenith. The way your erection conquers my soft part, only makes me more delightful and comfortable.” She spoke in between her moaning. I shivered to realize the lust that burned her soul; she was consuming me in her won lust and burning me to the ashes. Soon, I increased the pace of my thrusts as hard as possible and pummeled hard into her rosebuds and exploded seeing her pussy devouring my erection. Her pussy spasmed as if it was a never-ending fountain; I felt my juices splashing against her cervix.
“I don’t think we discovered your earrings, only some raw desire,” I remarked as I kissed her dazzling, sleek, black back. She just nodded her approval and breathed heavily to calm down her excitements. I understood she needed some rest before hitting back at the party once again.
“MMMMM...” was her only response after some time.
The idea of getting her pregnant was all the while intoxicating.
I got up, kissed her neck and shoulders, pulled up my trousers, and ventured out of her bedroom. I had to go to the washroom to clean myself before hitting the party; certainly, I couldn’t take the risk of getting caught red-handed with the potent musk of our passion.
As I was leaving the washroom, I heard some peculiar sounds originating from Nymea’s room.
Heading toward the marginally shut entryway, I hear delicate snorting and noisily animal-like groaning I was so familiar with.
“Nymea!” I whispered and peeked into the room.
What I saw absolutely stunned me. I found Nymea’s ex-husband riding on Nymea’s large mocha ass, fucking her like a bull breeding a cow, fucking her just like I had fucked Kecia a few moments back!
Nymea was stark naked from her waist down, her voluptuous tits were swinging back and forth in accordance to the vigorous thrusts that Richard was giving her, her moans and groans proclaimed her delightful ride of the highest heaven, her legs were spread wide, and her face was buried in the covers; she was trying her best not to be too loud and vocal. Richard’s jeans were down to his knees; his black ass was ramming hard, fast, and balls deep into Nymea’s juicy rosebuds from the back.
Nymea has an abundant, hemispherical, soft, bubble butt which is almost twice or thrice greater than Kecia. Volumes of cellulite and stretch imprints gorgeously decorate her hips, waist, and ass. God, I love her large, rich ass more than Kecia’s perfect nineteen-year-old youthful ass. To be honest, that’s a lot more provocative and tempting for me.
I watched Nymea’s enormous butt cheeks getting rippled from the vigorous thrusts of Richard and his enormous black cock getting buried balls deep in her sloshing vagina. Moreover, her abundant ass was getting squished and distorted from Richard’s brutal ramming. To my sheer surprise, Richard plopped out his glistening, throbbing cock out of her pink fold and slammed it hard and balls deep into her puckered little star making her scream in pain and pleasure. Shockingly, watching her ass getting fucked and assaulted turned me on. Nymea orgasmed tremendously from the exciting sensation and I watched her body shiver and pussy spasming and spurting from the electric stirrings.
Richard exploded immediately and noisily, Nymea was snarling her profound growl as she orgasmed once again. I concluded what ached me the most of all wasn’t that Nymea let Richard slobber all over her neck, that she opened up herself to receive his much larger big black cock, or that they fucked for several minutes unaware of my presence outside the door and showing off his endurance, not the pleasurable noises and moans of ecstasy that she made as he fucked her… made love to my fiancée. No, what ached most of all was that Nymea was enjoying every moment of Richard’s cock slamming hard, fast, and deep into her pussy and that she told him to cum inside her. She enjoyed him so much that she was willing to accept his seed into her fertile body even when they were getting divorced and she was betrothed to me.
Story 3: Cravings for Temptation
This is the story of how I realized my preferences and desires. About my personality and physique: I am a 29-year-old, brunette slim woman. To make a long story short: The men turn around after me as soon as I enter the room. When I wear my favorite clothes, which consist of minis, nylons, and high heels, I know that I am the most desirable person in the room. I enjoy the pining looks of the men and the hateful eyes of the women when they realize that they suddenly seem to be no longer existent when their guys stare at me. I’m delightfully wicked and mischievously seductive at playing temptation games.
Five years ago, now, after various relationships with different men, I was tired of searching for the ‘right one’. I had experienced too many disappointments, met too many selfish men. As good as it was in bed, as unpleasant it was in everyday life. I just wanted to be treated well, I wanted to be appreciated and adored according to my appearance and personality.
That was how I met Andrew when I was just sitting alone in a café again and thinking about whether I would steer my life in the right direction. I felt a look resting on me from the side. From the corner of my eye, I noticed a man in his mid-30s who was not in control of his gaze. I was wearing my preferred seductive outfit, although I didn’t feel like it when I left home.
When I glanced over at him for a moment, he was struggling to turn his blushing away quickly. It amused me, and I looked at him closer. He looked strained in another direction, so I could let my eyes rest on him in peace. He looked quite good, had thick dark blond hair, a slim figure that didn’t look too athletic, but still without any decisive fat deposits. His clothes confirmed the impression of a well-groomed person. However, he seemed to be very shy. So very different from the men I had dealt with before.
I wondered if I had even met him some time ago, and why I took notice of him in the very emotional situation I was in when he carefully turned his head towards me and looked me straight into my eyes -- a
t the same time frightened -- undaunted. Before he could look away again, I conjured up a smile on my face, which he reciprocated by turning bright red.
For better or worse, I would have to take the initiative if I wanted to have a conversation with him. Somehow, I was tempted by the thought of having someone at my side that wasn’t bursting with self-confidence and would worship me. I began to wonder if he could be the one who would fulfill all my wishes and desires because he loved me and was hopelessly addicted to me. It was this very thought that caused a twitch in my cunt. Knowing that it goes fast with me anyway, I realized that my panties just started to get wet. Yes, now I was sure: I wanted to get this boy, wanted to test how far I could go. It was a bit mean, but it appealed to me immensely.
I crossed my legs so that he could see them, put on my charming smile, and said to him, “Would you like to join me for coffee? He was startled, probably because of my sudden speech (I had especially struck my deeply smoky, seductive tone), and stared at me in disbelief. His eyes betrayed him because they immediately moved to my legs and got stuck there. “Hey, yes, I mean you. Come, please sit down with me. I could use some entertainment!” Again, he looked at me in absolute stun, gathered his rattled senses, smiled nervously, and stood up to sit at the table with me.
He introduced himself, cleared his throat, and asked if he could help me in any way. In the chatting tone, I explained to him that I rarely go to a café alone and that it was very strange for me to sit alone at a table, so I asked him. I noticed that he was completely absent and stared spellbound at my legs and especially at the feet in the high pumps. I continued in a friendly, yet appealing tone, telling him about the nice weather and intentionally bouncing my foot to watch his eyes follow the movements.