by Lexus Love
The performance was pure sex on the hardwood covered dancefloor.
The explosion of cheers and catcalls from the loud spectators broke the spell that had captured both Debbie's and Nigel's attention.
They broke away like kids caught with their hands in the cookie jar.
He bowed and she curtsied as they quickly made their way off the dance floor.
In the dressing rooms in the back, they stood far apart as they listened to the results of their scores.
Surprisingly they have announced as the U.S Amateur "Open" Latin Champions, beating out fifteen other couples in the competition.
The roar of the cheering crowd as the couple made their way back onto the dance floor to receive their trophy and medals was an exhilarating moment for them both.
Debbie felt like she had finally shown that she could compete with the big boys and still come out on top. Though it was the amateur championship and not the pro was fine with her.
She was an amateur when it came to dance in the championship league but with time, that would change.
Nigel was excited about what he'd accomplished here tonight with the help of one person and he intended to thank her personally.
Though it was not his preferred way to spend time and, doing this with her made it worthwhile.
Making their way back off the floor once more, Debbie squeezed his hand in sincere gratitude; he returned his thanks in a wide smile and a squeeze of his own.
“Marry me.” he pulled her up short.
“Ha!! You better stop! Before I accept your proposal and make you my side piece” Debbie laughed in his face.
But he was not laughing back.
“I'm serious,” “Marry me”, he said a little louder than before, that a few persons walking pass gave them a few funny looks.
“Wait….what?” She gave a nervous laugh, looking around, to ensure nobody else heard the ridiculousness coming out of his mouth.
What the fuck was he doing?!
So,.....Because she had let him eat her ass out from the back and ass fuck her brain dead in the past month, from in his truck in the park across from her building to the studio after he took her out for apologetic yet romantic dinner, does he thinks he owns her?
She knew she had made a mistake when she hadn’t stopped his advances over the past couple of months.
She had been climbing into the front seat when he grabbed her from behind, swiftly raised her dress, pushing her lace thong aside and went to town on her starfish.
Gawd she was so lucky many people tended to avoid the far side of the park because his slurping along with his deep growls drowned out her constantly moaning “fuck….fuck me…” as he ate her ass out.
Making her cum all over his face, sitting on his lap in his truck, he’d then fill her hungry ass with his monster cock for almost four full hours.
The nasty sensual sounds grew more aggressive and louder as they fucked each other’s brains out into the wee hours of the morning.
He'd came hard twice while she was just a dripping mess, her ass cream leaking out along with his cum this time.
Two days after that she angrily sucked him down her throat in the downstairs bathroom of the studio but pulled off when he was about to cum and walked away to teach him a lesson on seductive torture.
Two days later he was slowly sinking balls deep in her tight fuck chute once more for over an hour, her ass cheeks spread wide, her punishment for torture two days before.
They were in the studio all alone that night. He'd turned off the lights and locked the door to ensure she didn't escape.
She mentioned to Jaime sometime earlier within his hearing that her fuck boy fiancé would be taking her out later that night for a celebratory dinner.
His company had gained big business with a local automobile company, Swayne Enterprises.
Little did either of them know who owned over 35 percent shares in that company?
But he had refused to allow her to leave to meet up with Eric.
Not on his watch.
What she didn’t know was that his Uncle Keith had recently added more surveillance cameras to the two garages and windows shops around the city, and he so happened to catch a little live-action in the alley directly behind the building currently housing his new office in Downtown, New York.
It seemed that with Debbie denying the little car salesman her honey hole, he was getting his fill of willing college pussy with his dick any and everywhere.
Debbie had confirmed to him what he already knew, he was the only one who'd ever tasted her sweetness.
And he would be the only one, forever.
With her back to him standing there in six-inch heels, this had placed her ass at the right height to sink his already leaking cock head into her resisting ass.
He’d pulled her leggings down to just beneath her generous ass cheeks. Her blue lace thong had split the firm cheeks so fucking good. Her tight ass called his name even in his sleep.
Nigel had never been an anal man especially since mostly every night, the stifled moan of pain from violated teen boys often carried up and down the hallways of the correctional facility.
Some of the guards tried to stop what was happening between smaller or weaker boys and the bullies held in the facility. Some guards joined in the complete humiliation of anyone weaker than them.
More than once Nigel thanked God for his massive size and strength which kept those pedophile bastards away from him.
He’d had to request three times to have a cellmate change to help protect some of the more vulnerable boys at the facility.
However, his only encounter with one of his Uncle Keith’s female employees when he was released changed his mind on anal pleasure.
She went crazy when she had sat herself down on his dick on her own and rode herself to ecstasy, he would have never attempted to ever try it with anyone.
But from his first taste of Debbie’s sweet-tasting starfish, he’d become an addict.
Standing there in the dark studio, it was not long before his big tongue was home sucking and slurping on her sweet ass pussy.
She’d placed one hand on the wall to steady herself while she’d spread her cheeks with the other. “Um…..fuck” she murmured each time his tongue sank deeper into her non-resisting hole.
He’d heard the heavy footfalls of her dickless “fiancé” on the steps leading to the door of the darkened studio when he'd pulled the pants lower to suck on her clit and sank two fingers deep in her now moistened and lubed ass pussy.
He knew that she knew that he knew, who was standing on the other side of the locked door when he muffled her scream from cumming hard, her knees buckling causing her to sink onto his face fully burying his nose completely into her dripping folds.
The first few knuckle raps on the door panel didn't stop his assault on her virgin pussy or the ass ring he was finger fucking furiously for her second orgasm.
Nor did it stop Nigel from rising from his crouch position to slide slowly into her now begging wet anal sheathe.
“You love my dick, don't you? “He whispered in her ear as Dickless knocked again.
She didn't answer, instead, she pushed back hard on his fuck stick buried deep inside her.
He slowly thrust into her as he rearranged her insides while they heard Eric leaving a voice message asking her to call him back ASAP.
Luckily her phone was on vibrate in her bag hanging in the closet. Hearing him stomp his way back down the narrow staircase, Nigel placed his arm behind her knees and scooped her carried her to the window up which made his dick thrust even deeper into her tightness.
She chewed on her lower lip, her muffled screams against his shoulder from her ass orgasms filling the quiet space.
He openly fucked her like that while he watched Eric drive away. For the next 40 minutes he tortured her with quick hard thrusts to a slow long dicking, in so many positions, she blacked out once from a mighty ass orgasm.
She’d come thr
ough lying on her back on a flat gymnastics mat from the storage window seat, he was cradled between her thighs, her walls stuffed full with dick.
For the next fifteen minutes, she just laid there enjoying the pleasure he gave her.
To her, this was not cheating. It was like a woman having a one night stand with her female best friend or some random girl and her spouse never knowing.
Okay…..yes, yes. She was becoming addicted to the barely legal man’s monster dick he repeatedly buried in her ass.
But that certainly didn’t mean that they could start a life together.
They were both involved with other people, who just happen to be her baby sister and her longtime boyfriend.
Things were moving so fast, this nigga dropped down on one knee and pulled out a yellow diamond ring from his shirt pocket.
“You heard me, Deborah. Would you make me the happiest man alive and marry me. Here in this city, tonight?
“What? No. No!” Shaking her head in denial, Debbie pulled her hand away like it suddenly caught fire and walked off, leaving him standing there alone and determined.
25
The after-party in the hotel's ballroom on the ground floor would last well into the early morning hours, Debbie didn’t stay to enjoy it to the end.
Though the big celebration was mainly for herself and Nigel from winning the dance completion, she was piss-pot tipsy like a drunken sailor, tired and needed about 12 hours of uninterrupted sleep to clear up her head.
Stepping into the empty elevator, she pressed the golden 8 on the lit-up key panel near the door. The heavy metal doors were sliding shut when the bulk of a large man slipped through.
The door closed with a ding as Nigel pressed the same golden 8 then looked up and saw the lovely vision sharing in the confined space with him.
It could be the result of too much alcohol in his system, but he was super glad he’d caught her before she disappeared for the rest of their time here in Vegas.
“Hey," he said in excited acknowledgment.
"Hey," Debbie answered back, deadpan. For hours after the blundered proposal and at the after-party, she pretended that he didn’t exist.
"You are leaving the party this early?” He asked playfully. He wondered if she would pretend what he said early didn’t happen, at all.
"Early? Nigga are you blind or what? It's three in the morning!" she shook her head in disbelief.
"My point exactly" they burst out laughing at his joke. Apparently, she was.
"Phew! Good Lord, can those people party?!" he said
"They sure can. I saw one guy strip down butt naked to his thong Speedos dancing on the bar."
Nigel looked horrified as he patted the seat of his pants "Who?"
Debbie, who noticed what he was doing, doubled over in laughter "Not yo' narrow ass, stupid!? That was Leo. The bartender from Crenshaw!"
"You sure?"
'Yes, niggah I’m sure! You crazy-ass psycho!"
Nigel, who continued to pat his ass, turned his back on her, pushed out a hip and gave a hopeful grin over his shoulder “Really Chica? Do you think my ass is narrow? I thought these pants made me look fat" he said in a perfect Latino accent, doing a great impression of Jaime.
Debbie, whose laughter had died down, blew a raspberry and let loose a good belly laugh.
She breathed a sigh of relief, as she stood in the elevator with Nigel, deciding to completely ignore the fact he’d asked her to marry him, of all things.
She felt the old comradery they shared in the months before when they’d first became friends settle comfortably on her shoulders.
As tipsy as she was, she decided to let bygones be bygones, in hopes that he was just joking around with her.
“You right, those pants do make you look ...a little chunky"
Nigel feigned a hurt gasp" well I never!"
"Well... you wouldn't" Debbie gasped for air" since they were in leopard print' then burst out laughing.
Nigel blew a raspberry and belly laughed as well “in that case, that was not my naked ass out there on the dance floor."
They were laughing so hard that when the elevator came to a stop on their floor instantly reached for each other and walked out of the car arms around each other’s waists.
Four doors from the elevator, at Debbie's room they stopped, their laughter died down slowly as they quickly became aware of each other and how close they were standing together.
When their lips met into a hot sensual kiss and broke apart, they were both breathless.
Nigel stepped back, "Night," he said and walked off.
Two doors down from Debbie's room he slipped his card across the security lock and slipped into his room long before Debbie slipped into her room in total confusion.
26
Coldwater splashed, cascading down the wide back of Nigel as he tried to convince himself to stay away from Debbie.
Her name was drumming through his mind and her taste a constant temptation in his blood.
Before long Nigel was dressed in a suit and was standing before the closed door that separated him from the cure of his desire.
Twenty minutes after she'd entered the room, after finishing off the bottle of complimentary champagne from the hotel for the big win Debbie stepped out of the warm shower, slid her damp body into snowy white silk robe compliments of the hotel, and ran out and tripped on her way out of the bathroom to answer the incisive knuckle raps on her door.
Probably room service lost its way and ended up at her door, she thought.
Music blared from her iPhone play-list of every genre from the 60s to now- filling the room with the sweet voice of Neo singing “I want all of you tonight. Give me everything tonight" when she swung the door open wide with a bright smile.
Only there was no food cart nor was there any attendant but a big bad wolf dressed in a three-piece Armani suit and faux gator loafers.
“Get dressed. Now. We're getting married in fifteen minutes. I'm not taking no for an answer. “
Completely shocked to the core, Debbie’s knees gave way before she could utter a word.
Strong arms encircled her limp body before she could reach the floor, drawing her as close as possible without crushing her to death, as Neo continued to sing, “For all we know. We might not get tomorrow.
Let’s do it tonight…”
27
Forty-Five minutes later, Debbie moaned “Take me hard.” When Nigel stepped into the room with her in his arms, bridal style, shutting the door with his foot, pulling her close and ravishing her lips.
Just like her, he tasted of mint toothpaste and champagne.
Nigel swept his full lips across hers over and over again, his big hands grabbing handfuls of slippery cloth of her simple yet elegant short “wedding” dress and ample flesh as he walked her backward towards her queen-sized bed.
This time she didn't struggle or fight the sweet sensations flooding her hot core instead her body arched into his as clothes, robe and shoes were discarded in the heat of the moment.
When the cool sheets touched her warm skin, while J. Holiday Songs crooned “Bed".
She’d left her phone plugged in while it continued playing as she’d been dragged out of her room when she’d drunkenly come to and murmured, “I want to sit on your face for the rest of the night” to an already painfully aroused Nigel.
He’d picked her up and ran down to the nearest bridal boutiques that littered the strip, grabbed a simple white dress of his liking and rushed back to the little chapel not too far from the strip where they became man and wife in under forty minutes.
Debbie arched her back giving Nigel access to her throat and heaving breasts.
He didn't waste time.
His hot mouth closed over her puckered nipple, his whiskers brushing deliciously against her dark areola. Debbie moaned with lust as hot passion-filled her core for this man.
Nigel was quickly making his way to her hot nether lips when the sudden urge to taste h
im popped into Debbie's head. She was damn near sure he had never received the treatment she was about to bestow on him right now.
Debbie shoved him onto his back and attacked him with the same vigor he did her. She sucked and chewed on his lips as she pinched and pulled his tiny, flat nipples surrounded by tiny areola.
He moaned and hissed as hot pleasure coursed through him.
Debbie kissed her way down his broad hairless chest licking and nipping his tits to his pelvis.
Nigel let her have her way with him. Not wanting to spoil a good thing from happening.
When she reached his swollen groin she inhaled the soft scent of the hotel soap clinging to his hot flesh and curly bush at the base of his man root.
Barely able to encircle her fist around his semi-swollen shaft, she continued to lick and nip him all along his engorged circumcised phallus to the dripping slit.
The foreskin was fleshy and hadn't completely pulled back yet making Debbie thrilled to do so herself.
There, she slid the tip of her tongue into his narrow piss slit, he hissed violently she looked up to see him gazing intently at her administration to his pre-cum slick dick head and continued her torture.
Now Debbie knew how to give a brother “Head”.
Deep throat loving was something she practiced on Eric who carried a thick gorgeous eight-inch snake with a beautiful pink head for years from college, but Eric was the farthest thing on her mind right now.
From her earlier kisses along the warm flesh, she figured he was a grower.
His pipeline in its dark coat seemed to be about eight inches flaccid.
However, she’d miscalculated greatly, missing her mark by two inches, so she knew she would have to work hard at not gagging too much on this one.
Devouring the covered tip, she pulled in her cheeks and worked her mouth around and around.
From the hisses coming from her victim she knew he was ready for the real thing. She pulled back to lap at the coral pink tip, puckered her lush lips then pushed back the foreskin of Nigel's cock.
