Mariah had seen enough of this drama to know that she was about to get screwed by Angelo. It wasn’t the kind of screwing that she needed right now. “Listen, girl,” Angelo whined in his most apologetic voice, “Juan needs me at home right now and you know how men can be when they want their pussy.”
“Angelo, what the hell am I supposed to do now? I need this massage. I feel like I’m about to fucking explode. Just tell Juan you will meet him in an hour after you’re done with me. Your loyal customer of three years comes first.”
Mariah tried to sound menacing but she knew that when dick called Juan’s lips would answer. He grabbed her hands and brought her over to a new masseuse named Marcus who had only started yesterday.
“Marcus meet Mariah. Mariah meet Marcus,” and with that introduction, Angelo was gone before Mariah could protest.
“Follow me,” Marcus’ baritone voice ordered Mariah. It angered Mariah that he just ordered her to follow him and assumed that she would do so. Marcus was a huge man with hands that could probably wrap around Mariah’s waist and twirl her like a yo-yo. She stood there unsure of whether or not to follow this stranger into the massaging room, but her muscles ached so much and needed to be worked over good. She hoped that he was at least half as good as Angelo.
Mariah had been in this massaging room dozens of times before with Angelo, but today, it was a completely different room. She felt as if she was on one of those design makeover shows on HGTV. The lights were dimmed so she had to squint until it came into focus. Candles surrounded the massaging table and the sound of thunder and rain poured in from the sound system. The walls were painted to resemble that of an early morning sunrise and a glass of Merlot was waiting for her. The customary white bathrobe was strewn across the massaging table, but Mariah had no intentions of getting undressed in this sexified atmosphere.
Marcus walked back inside massaging his hands to get them warmed up for the job at hand. The entire room smelled of strawberry and almond massage oil which was her favorite. “You can go ahead and hop on the table,” he said calmly as if he had known her for a long time and not just met five minutes ago.
“You expect me to take off my clothes, here, now, in this Playboy sex room?” Mariah said as her eyes swept around the room to make her point.
“Listen, I am a professional. I have seen hundreds of naked bodies before, so there’s no reason to be shy. Go ahead, relax. You’re in good hands.”
She detected the confidence of a man who got what he wanted from women and wasn’t used to hearing the word no. There was an ease to him that made Mariah feel comfortable enough to begin undressing. He had turned his back to give her a moment of privacy. She took two quick gulps of wine and then took everything off except her black thongs. She then quickly jumped on the table to lie on her stomach with her robe still on. If this man thought he would be seeing her coochie, he had another thing coming. He would need more than this atmosphere and a glass of Merlot to get that privilege.
Marcus turned around just as Mariah lay down on the massage table. He knew women like her. They were successful, motivated, highly intelligent, and their success usually threatened a lesser man who felt unworthy of someone like Mariah because he didn’t have his own shit together. Women like Mariah often went home alone to do more work and sleep in an empty cold bed. Unbeknownst to Mariah, Marcus was known on the masseuse circuit as “Tongue”. She had no idea what was in store for her this afternoon.
Marcus licked his fingers to make sure they were warm and ready to perform. His first rule was never to touch a woman with cold hands or else her entire body shuts down and becomes unreceptive to anything that comes after.
He gently pulled down her robe and felt her muscles tighten as it slid down her shoulders, below her ass, and down her legs to lie in a heap on the floor. Mariah was fully exposed on her stomach with nothing but a floss-like thong going up the crack of her ample ass to hide her private parts. A smile of recognition of great beauty danced on Marcus’ face and he licked his lips like an animal about to feast on a succulent meal. He was the hunter and his prey was laid out before him, naked and defenseless.
Mariah was mortified but too embarrassed to even speak for fear of making the situation even worse. Her hands dangled over the sides of the massaging table and her 38DD breasts pressed into the cotton fabric beneath her. Without warning, Marcus’ hands touched her shoulders and she felt as if she had been electrocuted. Tremors of hot flashes raced all throughout her body without any direction or destination in mind. His fingers gently massaged away her stress and worked deeper into her muscles to find the source of her pain. He worked his way down to the small of her back and pressed deeper into her flesh. A soft moan of pleasure pain escaped Mariah’s lips but went unheard by Marcus. He was in the zone. The rain forest music had stopped suddenly to disrupt the moment; but just as quickly, the sweet seducing sounds of Marvin Gaye filled the tiny room. It got hotter as Marvin wailed to no one in particular, “I Want You”.
With expertise, Marcus worked the tight muscles of Mariah’s body and he began to feel some of her tension slowly dissipate under his fingers. He avoided her ass for now and let his hands slide down to her calves. Her muscles felt good in his hands and he could feel the temperature between her inner thighs starting to rise to the surface. These were the moments that he enjoyed the most; the moment when women allowed themselves to give in to him and let the moment just take over and deliver them to the promise land. It was a non-verbal exchange of power which made it easier for them to submit and feed their bodies the pleasure of sensual release. He walked around to the end of the table, lifted her feet and placed them against his chest.
Her feet felt like they were suspended in air and just flying through space. Mariah held her breath, afraid to move because her feet were planted firmly on Marcus’ chest. It felt as if her feet were touching the hot concrete on a corner street on a summer day. This man was ripped and she briefly wondered what his chest would feel like beneath her small hands. She heard about nerves in your feet that, when massaged the right way, felt like you were about to lose your mind. The pleasure could be so intense that some women actually had orgasms. Marcus wrapped his two hands around Mariah’s left foot which measured a size seven and proceeded to work his fingers into the soles of her feet. He inserted his fingers between her toes and wriggled and pulled them to release some built up stress. Mariah’s right foot slid down Marcus’ chest and inadvertently brushed against his thick shaft. Shocked at feeling his dick against her feet, Mariah quickly pulled it back up, but the damage was done. The gentle touch of her foot against his erection aroused Marcus’ hunger to taste a part of Mariah. He needed something in his mouth to quench his building hunger.
Mariah knew that she was in the danger zone and she could either walk out now to stop anything from happening or stick around and hope she would have the strength to resist Marcus’ advances. All her life she had done the right things, said the right things, and had been the perfect child that any parent could be proud to show off to their friends. She didn’t know how to be bad or just enjoy the moment without worrying about the consequences. Her father constantly preached to his only daughter to think before you act; but right now, Mariah didn’t want to think, all she wanted to do was feel like a woman. She went against her natural instinct and allowed Marcus to explore every inch of her body.
The sensation of having her toes sucked for the first time sent spasms of excitement shooting throughout her ten toes and fingers, and she struggled for a moment to free herself from Marcus’ mouth, but it was a fruitless struggle. He sucked each toe like a man who hadn’t had a toe dinner for months. This brother knew what he was doing. There was no excess saliva running down Mariah’s legs or excessive smacking of the lips. Marcus was a connoisseur of women and he knew where to touch, how to touch and when to let a moment just build itself up until it exploded like firecrackers on the Fourth of July.
“Stop it. Please stop,” Mariah heard the words co
me out of her mouth. She didn’t know how she was able to form words to speak because her body was running a high fever, and Marcus had the thermometer she needed to make her hotter and drive her to the brink of madness. He screeched to a stop as if he had approached a stop sign. He shifted into gear again when he heard her say, “Please don’t stop.”
This man was doing everything to her body that a man is supposed to do to make a woman go crazy. Without prompting, Mariah laid her palms flat on the table, arched her back into the air and raised her ass like a full moon rising. She had given Marcus the green light to go to work on her body and hold nothing back. Watching Mariah’s ass rise slowly as she wiggled it slowly hypnotized Marcus. Her pussy lips were so plump that the back strip of her thong got lost between its plumpness. With one swift motion, Marcus removed Mariah’s thongs and lifted it to his nose and inhaled the delicious strawberry scent of her wet dripping pussy. He sensually licked a few drops of moisture from it and dropped it to the floor. Mariah heard him inhale and assumed the rest when she didn’t hear her thong immediately fall to the floor. She couldn’t recall any man ever inhaling the scent of her moist panties and then proceeding to lick her juices from it. That shit turned her on even more. Whoever this man was, she was thankful that Angelo had to leave and Marcus had taken over. If she was lucky, both she and Angelo would be getting their pussies fucked for lunch.
Even though she hadn’t been getting any for a few months, Mariah was thankful that she kept on going to get her weekly Brazilian wax. Her coochie shone like a bald man’s head, and she wanted Marcus to polish her pussy off with his dick. Droplets of her sweet juice dripped seductively from her swollen pussy lips like a busted pipe dripping water. Marcus gently rubbed her throbbing lips in a circular motion and honey nectar flowed sweetly down his fingers. The natural thing to do when you find sugar on your fingers is to lick them clean and get some more. The sugar factory was ready and willing to dispense more of its sweetness at the slightest touch.
Guttural moans of built up stress and needing a dick down made Mariah meow like a pussycat being stroked. “What the fuck are you doing to me?” He didn’t answer her. He let his actions speak for him. Talk is cheap. A woman won’t remember your sex talk if you can’t make her pussy scream for mercy. Marcus intended to make her pussy scream as if it had seen a horror movie and it was the first black pussy to be killed. He licked the back of her calves, bit each one deeply and worked his way up to her voluptuous ass. Marcus smiled to himself. He enjoyed being Marcus Smith especially during times like these. He palmed her ass, spread both cheeks open and admired the beauty that lay in front of him. The heat fast escaping between her throbbing lips felt like the heat of sun warming his face. He wanted to kiss the sun and taste its sweetness.
Mariah tried in vain to control the shivers that ran through her body. It had been too long since she had been touched like this. Her body shivered and quivered and was rejecting what it was feeling, but soon it would comply and give in to its innermost desires. Feeling Marcus spread her ass cheeks open, as if he knew her like that, again embarrassed her to be so wide open to a stranger, but damn--it felt good to have a man take control instead of asking permission to be a man. She was the boss all day at work and for once, she wanted to submit to somebody else. The heat of his tongue made slow deep circles around her clit then he licked right up the center of her ass and stopped at her tight virgin hole. She shut her eyes tighter but it only made her feel weaker as if she was about to black out. Everywhere felt wet as if she was in an ocean of warm passion. Marcus dove back in with a tongue that knew tricks other men before him didn’t seem to know. Without even thinking, Mariah reached back, placed her hands on his bald head and pressed his face deep into her pussy.
“Taste this pussy. Don’t let a drop go to waste,” she was breathing so heavily that it sounded like gibberish to Marcus. He was occupied so he groaned his approval of how sweet her nectar tasted on his face and lips. Her pussy was giving him a face bath of strawberry nectar. He wanted to taste all of her and reluctantly separated himself from her quivering lips. Nothing made sense to Mariah. Her mind was gone. Her body was floating on a journey of pleasure. She put herself completely in the hands of Marcus.
She was now on her back and her full figured body covered the massaging table. Her nipples hurt and yearned to be sucked and licked. She started to lick them herself, but Marcus stopped her because he wanted to give her that pleasure. He inserted the middle finger of his right hand between her full lips and she sucked it like she was dying of thirst. He then used his thumb on his right hand to massage her clit and then inserted it between her pussy lips. Then without warning, he probed her anus with his middle finger. Mariah felt it slip deep inside of her ass until it couldn’t go any further. She gasped, and then shuddered so hard that she came again. The sensation of having all her sweet holes simultaneously filled sent her into a temporary shock, but it felt so good that she wished his fingers were about five inches longer. He was all over her like a gigantic octopus with his fingers all inside of her and now his lips were making love to her nipples. Mariah didn’t know if she was coming or going; well, she did know she was coming. The dam was now open and all her juices were flowing out all over the table.
Marcus didn’t remember ever making a woman come so much without actually penetrating her. How would she react if he was actually able to enter the depths of her tightest sweetness? The thought of her losing her mind intensified his already hardened erection. Mariah wanted more than Marcus’ thumb filling her mouth. She slowly dismounted the massaging table, placed both hands against the firmness of his chest, and lowered herself closer to where her lips ached to taste. As her knees reached the carpet, she hooked her fingers into the waistband of his black biker shorts and slid it down to his knees. His tree trunk Mandingo eleven inch erection popped out firm and fully developed and ready to do some deep sea pussy diving. Instinctively, Marcus spread his legs slightly open and Mariah lowered her head and turned her neck upward. She popped one of his balls into her mouth while slowly working his thick shaft with her right hand. She felt out of control. Even if she could stop herself, she didn’t want to right now. Her body was on fire and Marcus was squirming like a snake caught in a trap. Mariah came up for air and held Marcus’ throbbing erection in her two hands and seductively licked off some pre-cum from his fat dick head. “Suck it already,” was the only thought on Marcus’ mind, but he didn’t want to rush the moment because he knew how quickly it could be lost if the wrong thing was said.
“Damn baby, I don’t know if I can take all of this in my mouth.”
“I bet you can,” Marcus urged as he gently guided her head towards his erection. “Take it slowly inch by inch.” He was damn near losing his mind and just wanted to ram it down her sweet throat.
The intense heat of Marcus’ dick felt good on Mariah’s lips, so she gently rubbed her lips all around it. She hadn’t done much dick sucking in her life, but she had a natural affinity for it. An ex-boyfriend had told her that it’s a waste of full sensual lips if a woman who has them can’t suck a dick worth a damn. Needless to say, her ex had never received the pleasure of her using them on him. If all she was good for was to suck his dick then she didn’t need him around.
Marcus decided that Mariah was going too slow and took matters into his own hands. He put his left hand around her neck and grabbed some hair with his right and fed her a full meal of eleven inches of dark meat. She gagged at first, but didn’t resist him taking control. Sometimes, a man just needs to say fuck it, take over a situation, and deal with the consequences afterwards. In the bedroom, a woman doesn’t want a man who is in touch with his feminine side. She wants a man who can tame her pussy and make her scream bloody murder like a fucking cat in heat. Mariah licked, slurped and got her mouth fucked like a tight pussy. Her jaws were aching from his jackhammer pummeling of her mouth, and she wanted to feel the same sensation inside her throbbing wetness.
Marcus didn’t have to be t
old that it was time to do some serious work. He didn’t understand how people who can have sex anytime they wanted would choose not to have it. Mariah obviously could have any man that she wanted and probably any woman also, but she had chosen to be celibate. He was about to rock her celibate ass into an orgasmic coma. Two strong hands lifted Mariah from the floor and palmed her ass like Kobe toying with a basketball; and quicker than her clit could twitch, her legs were wrapped about Marcus’ muscled back and her breasts pressed against his hairy chest. The gentle friction of his hairy pubic area against her clit and his hairy chest against her nipples made Mariah grind into Marcus’ body even harder. She couldn’t help herself.
“Damn, I’m about to come again. Shit!”
“Hold on baby. Let me get some of that sweet pussy before your ass bust another nut again,” and without missing a beat, Marcus reached under the massaging table and whipped out a XX Magnum condom. He had strategically placed them all over the room just in case something popped off. Something was definitely about to pop off in here. He was going to ride her sweet black ass like she was a ride at Disney World.
Their faces were inches apart and the heat radiating from his body scorched her breasts. His eyes stared hungrily into hers and it made Mariah even wetter to see the lustful cravings living in them. This brother had to be doing some serious bench pressing at the gym because Mariah wasn’t exactly the size of a skinny model, but Marcus effortlessly raised her body a little higher until his lips were attached to her hardened nipples. He now only had one hand spread between her two ass cheeks and used the other one to maneuver her nipples into his mouth. Somehow he had managed to get both breasts together and was sucking both nipples at the same time. Her entire being was on fire: the air around her was suffocating, her senses had been lit by a torch of passion and she could feel warm cum escaping her throbbing lips. Each sweet drop landed on Marcus’ pulsating dick which was like a black spear just waiting to penetrate her deeply. She wanted to feel him so badly inside her tightness that a physical pain of desire rippled through her body making Mariah hold on tighter and kiss him more deeply. Their lips met in a heated embrace of lust, passion, and desire. Marcus sucked on Mariah’s bottom lips and trailed his tongue back and forth and in circles around it. She moaned in appreciation and sucked on his even harder.
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