by Zane
Finally, after much chitchat about the differences between American and Bahamian culture and some provocative-ass dancing, I suggested that we cut the bullshit and retire to my hotel room for the rest of the evening. I didn’t have to say it twice. He reached for my hand, asked my room number, and off we went.
To make a long story short, the lights came on and the clothes began to come off. I wanted to see every precious inch of him, and a magnificent sight he was. I pushed him up against the closed door, and our kiss began. His tongue was long and thick, just the way I like them. My pussy was so dayum wet by that point, I was convinced I would cum a couple of times from kissing alone. And guess what? I did!
I tore his shirt open, and the buttons hit the carpeted floor. I traced a trail with the tip of my tongue down his chin, down his neck, and all the way down the center of his chest. When I got to his pants, I quickly took his dick in my mouth through his pants for a brief second and then moved my way back up to his nipples, suckling on each one of them in turn. We began to tongue-kiss again as I unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants, reaching in to fondle his juicy-ass dick.
He turned me around so my back was up against the door instead of his and pushed both my hands above my head. Holding them in place with his own hands, he bit lightly on my still-clothed nipples and with one hand pulled my shirt up with a yank, exposing my breasts and hardened nipples. He began to devour my nipples, one at time, while I still stood there with my arms pinned above my head. I could feel my pussy juices trickling down the inside of my thighs.
He let my arms go and got down on his knees, simultaneously pulling my skirt up around my hips. He took my leg and positioned it so that it was resting on his shoulder and went to town on my pussy with his mouth. My mind wandered for a second. I thought about Kevin, but then I said, “Fuck it!” The shit was on now.
Joseph picked me up in the air, his head still buried between my legs, carried me to the table over by the window, and laid me on it, still eating my pussy. The curtains were open, and I could look up at the stars in the beautiful clear night as I caressed the back of his head. He ate my pussy for what seemed like an eternity. I savored every moment of it, losing count of how many orgasms erupted from me.
He told me that he was going to spell the alphabet out on my pussy lips with his tongue, and he did just that. He started with the A and moved his tongue up one pussy lip and down the other and then made a horizontal line going across. Then on to the B, and all the way down the line to Z.
His long, thick tongue brought me so much pleasure. He pushed my legs up over his shoulders farther so that my ass was raised off the table and began to eat my ass out too. The shit was the bomb.
Then he told me to get off the table, turn around, and bend over it. I gratefully complied. He spread my ass cheeks, holding them open with his strong hands, and ate it out some more, sticking his tongue completely in my asshole. I had never had a man take total control of me that way. I became totally submissive to him.
Joseph stood up, and I could hear him lowering his pants to his ankles. I could feel that huge dick of his caressing up against my ass, but he didn’t stick it in right away. He just rubbed the head of it up and down the center of my ass cheeks, making my desire for him to enter me grow.
He took me by surprise and yanked me around, picking me up again and sticking his luscious tongue down my throat, now covered with my sweet nectar. He carried me over to the bed and sat me down. He stood before me so that his dick was right in my face. All night I had thought of nothing else but tasting him, so I gladly undertook the task.
He was huge. I knew there was no way I would ever be able to take the whole thing down my throat, but I was willing to give it the old college try. I looked up into his eyes as I licked my lips and then moistened the head of his dick with my tongue. I was in heaven.
I decided to tackle the balls first. I lifted his dick up with one hand and caressed his balls with the fingertips of the other. I took his ball sack into my mouth and sucked on it gently. He began to tremble, and I knew at that very moment that I was truly going to enjoy watching him give in to me.
I found the corona of his dick on the underside of it and flickered my tongue all around it. He was shook. Precum started to trickle out the head of his dick, and like a bullfrog catches a fly with his tongue, I caught every drop of that shit. I took the head of his dick in my mouth and contracted my cheek muscles on it, squeezing all the precum I could find out of that bad boy. It was dayum delicious.
I got a good grip on the base of his dick, applying a little pressure to it, and put my lips to that shit, taking as much of the thick shaft into my mouth as I could possibly fathom. I placed my other hand on his thigh for leverage and sucked harder, moving my head back and forth on his magnificent dick. Kevin had a good dick too, but dayum, it was not nearly as big as this one, and not as juicy either.
My own saliva, mixed with his precum, began to trickle out the sides of my mouth, and I had to prevent myself from gagging on it. I let my throat muscles vibrate on the head of his dick like I was gargling. That drove him wild. I could feel his hot cum shoot down my throat, which sated my anxiously awaiting taste buds. He tasted like candy to me. Ummm, I just love the taste of a man’s cum.
Joseph stood there for a moment, knees trembling, recovering from what had just happened. We stared at each other as I sat there with the head of his dick dangling from my mouth, cum trickling down my chin onto my breasts.
We both had too much to drink that night, so we ended up falling asleep with one of my nipples in his mouth. The oral sex alone had worn us both out.
When the sun came up the next morning, so did Joseph’s dick. We fucked all day long. He called in sick to work, and I forgot all about catching the shuttle bus from the hotel to the beach like I had planned.
We fucked on the bed with him on top, me on top and, of course, doggy-style. We fucked in the shower and ate each other’s asses out while we were at it. I had never eaten a man’s ass before, but I must say that it was quite a delightful experience watching his reaction. Kevin is a very lucky man now, ’cause he gets that extra treat, thanks to a man named Joseph who lives across the ocean, who he will never meet.
Joseph fucked me up against the wall from behind. He fucked me on the balcony, on the dresser, on the bathroom floor. I never knew a man’s dick could stay that hard. My vacation that started out fucked up because Kevin had to go to a conference turned out to be the mother-fucking bomb.
I will never forget Joseph because he helped me discover things about myself sexually that I had never known. I will not forget him because he had the biggest dick I have ever had the pleasure of having inside of me. I will never forget him because he ate my pussy with a hunger so intense that it was overwhelming. But most of all, I will never forget Joseph because of the pictures I keep locked away in my top left desk drawer under a bunch of folders, paper clips, and rubber bands.
The pictures we took of each other with the camera provided by the hotel in the Bahamas to sucker some extra cash out of tourists. The pictures he took of me sucking his dick, of him fucking my pussy till it was sore, of his dick up in my asshole, of him cumming all over my face. The pictures I took of him sucking my toes, of his head buried between my thighs, of my nipples in his mouth. Whenever I am feeling down and having problems with Kevin, whom I am now married to and have a precious little baby girl with, I can always sit down, relax, sneak into my study, pull out the pictures, and savor the memories of my vacation of a lifetime.
Mailman
While I have always had a predilection for men in uniform, I had never acted on the urge before. I mean, after all, the clothing doesn’t make the man. What’s inside the man does. Then again, if a man in uniform looks like my mailman, the theory goes straight out the freakin’ window.
I remember the first day I laid eyes on him. Richard and I had just moved in together after deciding one rent was better than two. We had been practically shacking up for
more than six months anyway. We just decided to make it official. Besides, I needed more space than my one-bedroom in Adams Morgan. I had joined the masses of computer junkies, quit my job at a graphic design firm in Georgetown, and decided to start my own Web publishing firm. So after a romantic dinner of seafood linguine and Moët down by the waterfront, Richard and I decided to rent this sprawling four-bedroom house in Northwest. It is an old house and needs a lot of renovations, but I love being creative. Interior decorating is just another expressive outlet to entertain me.
Working from home definitely has its benefits. First off, if I want to, I don’t even have to get dressed all day. I can sit in front of my computer in my nightie and grab a quick shower half an hour before Richard comes in from a long day at his accounting firm. Sometimes I sit in my desk chair (yes, it is an ergonomic one) butt-naked. I love the way the Italian leather feels against my smooth skin. At times I feel myself drifting off into another place and time, daydreaming of places I have never seen, fantasizing about men I have never met.
That’s what I was doing that day. The day I first saw him. I was sitting there in front of the bay window at my computer, spanking butt-naked and daydreaming about making love to a mandingo somewhere along the Ivory Coast. Much to my surprise, I glanced up, and there was a mandingo coming up my very own front steps.
He was tall, very tall. He had to be at least six and a half feet. Luscious full lips, creamy dark skin, sparkling dark bedroom eyes, and curly jet-black hair. He had a perfect smile, too. I noticed his teeth the moment his mouth fell open after spotting me in the window.
Now normally, I would have been totally embarrassed, but I just sat there and gazed at him. We gazed at each other for a good two or three minutes. I think he was trying to decide whether or not he should bring the package he was grasping up to my door. I made up his mind for him. I stood up so he could get a better look at my birthday suit and marched straight over to the door.
I swung the door open and startled him. He probably assumed I had gone to put on some clothes, but not in this case. I wanted him to see me in all of my naked glory. You see, Richard hadn’t exactly been handling business lately. In fact, his sex hadn’t been hitting on anything at all since we moved in. It was like he did all of the groundwork to get me to commit and then figured his work was done. Nada!
“Can I help you?” I asked abruptly, like it was just a normal day-to-day thing for me to be an exhibitionist.
He started stuttering. “Uh-uh-uh, I have a package for you.”
“I can see that,” I said sarcastically. “It’s pretty large. Could you bring it in and put it on the couch?”
“Ma’am, I’m not supposed to enter a residence. It’s against postal regulations.” Once I saw him up close, I realized he was just a manchild. He couldn’t have been a day over twenty. No wonder he was nervous. Men closer to my age, thirty and up, would have been in the house with a quickness.
I decided I liked playing whatever game it was we were playing. I took a quick survey of the street, and there wasn’t a soul in sight. Another perk for working at home. All of the neighbors were gone during the day, and I could have peace and quiet. Once I made sure the coast was clear, I set about torturing the young buck.
I reached my right hand down between my legs and starting fingering my pussy. I took my moistened finger and held it up to his lips, rubbing my juices all over the bottom one. “Couldn’t you please make an exception in my case? Pretty please, with pussy on top.”
He took a step backward, letting my hand fall from his mouth, before replying, “I dunno about this. I could really get into a heap of trouble. I still have a lot of mail to deliver.”
“This will only take a second.” I moved aside and held the door open, leaving him no choice but to either bring it in or be rude by refusing me. I knew which one he would do even before he did. He came in the door reluctantly. I quickly closed and locked the door behind us and then went into the living room. I pointed at the couch. “Could you place it right over there?”
He set the large package down, and I noticed it was from my sister in California. I assumed it was the housewarming present she’d been promising me over the phone for weeks. I was curious to know what it was, but I was more intrigued by something else at that very moment.
“There you go, ma’am.” He had one of those country-bumpkin voices. He couldn’t have possibly have been from the D.C. area.
“Where are you from?” I asked seductively, letting my eyes drift down to the increasing bulge in his slate blue uniform pants.
“Alabama.”
Ummmmm, Alabama black snake! “I’ve never seen you around here before. Are you new?”
He chuckled slightly, loosening up a bit. “This is my first week on the job.”
“I see. I figured as much, because I’m sure I would have noticed you before. This is my first time getting a package since I moved in here, though. I’ve never paid attention to whoever puts the mail in the box, but I know I wouldn’t have missed your fine ass. I couldn’t have.”
He started blushing something terrible. “Thanks, ma’am,” he replied, letting his eyes drift all over my nude body before narrowing in on my hard nipples.
“First of all, please don’t call me ma’am. My name is Rayn.”
“Rain? Like the rain that falls?”
“Not exactly. It’s spelled R-A-Y-N.”
Beads of sweat started forming on his forehead. I could tell he was eager to get his freak on, but he had no clue how to get started. He opted to try the coward’s way out. “Listen ma’am, I me-me-mean Rayn, I really should be going.”
He turned and headed toward the door, but I grabbed him by the elbow. I walked up to him from behind and slid my arms around his well-toned waist. “Before you do, care for a little afternoon sex?”
I could hear his breathing become shallow, but he didn’t respond. I dropped my left hand below the belt and let my right one move upward until I was caressing his dick and one of his nipples at the same time. He was ready for me alright. Damn, was he ready!
“What’s your name?” I inquired.
“Everyone calls me P.J.,” he managed to utter as I made my way around to the front of him.
He started trembling when I went down on my knees, unbuckling his belt on my way down. “Well, P.J.,” I said while I worked on getting his dick out of his pants, “I’m starving. I haven’t had a thing to eat all day. Mind if I have a little snack?”
Again, no answer. Then again, I wasn’t really waiting on one.
I hungrily took in the head of his penis, letting my tongue slide in and out of the slit. Some of his juices immediately started to escape. “Oh, damn,” he whispered. “Oh, shit,” I whispered back. Then I went for the gold. For the next thirty minutes, I sucked on him like he was royalty. He came the first time in less than five minutes, but I wouldn’t let it go at that. I intended to teach his young ass how to last more than one time. That I did.
I could tell he had never been sucked off like that before. To be honest, I’m not sure I’ve ever given head so well before. Not to Richard. Not to anybody. That mere fact only served to motivate me.
After I deep-throated that bad boy until he came in my mouth three times, I glanced at the grandfather clock in the entry hall when the chimes announced it was three o’clock. Two more hours before Richard left his office. Damn, the possibilities!
We didn’t exchange many words. Who needed them? I led P.J. into the kitchen, climbed up on the table, and spread my legs. Eating pussy was something he obviously didn’t need to be schooled on. He ate me out big-time. My clit was swollen by the time he got through with me, but it was the good kind of soreness. The kind that lets a sistah know she’s been done right.
Richard’s imminent arrival was barreling in on us, and I should have probably ended the escapade right then and there. I had yet to actually get fucked, though. I told P.J. to follow me up the stairs. He was at my service and would have done any and every thin
g I wanted.
We bypassed the master bedroom I shared with Richard and went into the guest bedroom. It was still in heavy stages of renovation. However, I chose that room for a particular reason, and I spotted it the second we entered. There was a huge antique mirror with an authentic bronze frame propped up over by the window. I purchased it at a flea market for a steal from an old woman who didn’t realize what a treasure it was. I instructed P.J. to carefully lay it down in the middle of the floor on top of the tarp that was sprawled about because of the painting in progress. Richard planned to add another coat the following weekend.
P.J. still had on his uniform, even though his pants were halfway down. I wanted to see his ass naked. I demanded, “Take off all of your clothes.”
He complied in silence while I took my place on top of the mirror, getting down on my hands and knees. I wanted to do the doggy stroke. It’s always been my favorite position. After he was naked, he joined me on the mirror. He was too fucking fine.
“Take this pussy, baby!” Once again, he complied, entering my pussy gently from behind. He began to stroke me slowly but I wanted him to fuck the living daylights out of me. I moved my hips back and forth on his dick to encourage him to intensify his efforts.
The real turn-on was watching it all take place on the mirror. I had been taken from the rear dozens of times without having the benefit of watching my lover. That day I could see it all. We both could. I love the way his fingers squeezed my nipples. The way his balls slammed up against the back of my thighs while his dick caught a rhythm. The way he gritted his teeth when I tightened my pussy around his shaft. That damn Thighmaster tightens up more than just thigh muscles.
I could tell he was seconds away from cumming when his eyes started rolling around in his head. I knew he came when his semen trickled down onto the mirror along with my own juices. After we were done, we laid there on the mirror with his head on my chest, trying to get our breathing under control. I heard the grandfather clock strike five. Richard would be on the way to his car in the underground garage. I had less than fifteen freakin’ minutes to cover my tracks.