by Cairo
She moans. “Mmm. Wait until I wrap these soft lips around it and suck it into my hot mouth.”
I rub my crotch. Grab my dick. “Damn. I want you now.”
“Oooh, I bet you do,” she coos. “And this mouth, these lips, these fingers want you, too. But all good things come to those who wait. Ooh, you lucky my two sisters aren’t into man swapping anymore. We’d tag-team the shit out of you.”
I blink. Ask her to elaborate. She tells me her and her sisters used to share men sexually. But that’s stopped over the last few years. All I can think is, where the fuck have you been all my life.
She moans. “Those were the good ole days. It’s all a delicious memory now. Oh, well. Anyway, boo. My mouth is so wet for you. I can’t wait to tongue that ass.”
My asshole clenches as I slide my hand down inside my lounge pants. Shit. She has my dick harder than a steel pipe. Precum is already seeping out of my dickhead. I tell her how horny she has me. Let her know I’m looking forward to linking up with her. Today. Then tell her our meeting spot. Residence Inn in West Orange. On Prospect Avenue.
“Don’t stand me up,” I say.
“Oh, no, boo,” she assures me. “I don’t play games. Trust and believe. I’ll be there, waving my freak flag and my tongue. And ready to freak you all afternoon.”
“Cool. What’s your name? I’m Kendall.”
“I’m Passion, Pain, and Pleasure, baby,” she says in a seductive whisper. She then laughs. “Make sure you have your dick, balls, and ass freshly washed. I don’t do funk, boo. Cheesy balls and a shitty ass is a no-no. I like my men smelling good.”
I chuckle. “Oh, okay…Passion, Pain, and Pleasure. No worries there, baby. I’m always clean. And I’ll be showered before you get there.”
“Great. See you at eleven-thirty.”
“Cool. I’ll be ready. Hard dick and all.”
She giggles. “Oooh, I’ma tear that ass up, boo. And suck the snot out of you.”
The call ends, leaving me with precum drizzling out of my hard, throbbing dick.
Goddamn.
Shit.
Yeah, I’ma see just how high her freak flag flies.
• • •
Stepping out of the shower, I don’t bother to robe. I wrap a towel around my hips, instead, and head toward the hotel’s door, glancing into the peephole before swinging it open. Eleven thirty on the dot, she’s right on time. The sight of her causes my dick to throb. Hand on hip. Head slightly tilted. She’s wearing what looks like a swing coat and a pair of very expensive designer heels. Something tells me she’s naked underneath the high-end material.
Damn, she’s classy as fuck!
She’s more beautiful in person than I imagined. She licks her lips, and heated anticipation thrums through my veins, along with something naughty. And more freaky.
So far, she’s everything I hoped for. And then some. I catch her hand and pull her out of the hallway and into the suite, shutting the door behind her.
• • •
My hands claw the sheets, my stomach clenches as she leans forward and licks a slow circle around the head of my dick, before suckling it between her lips.
“Damn, baby, that feels so good,” I moan.
“I’m glad you like it,” she purrs, licking over my piss slit, catching precum with the tip of her tongue. “Mmm, you taste so good. Sweet.”
She licks more precum, coating her tongue.
“Mmm…your dick is so thick. And hard.” She licks up and down my shaft, then fists me at the base, milking me with her wet mouth and soft hands.
She runs her parted lips up and down the side of my shaft. “Fuck,” I gasp as she licks along a thick, pulsing vein. She sucks my dick into her mouth, full of heat and lots of tongue and spit. Then eases my dick out of her mouth, gliding her lips along the shaft again. She’s fucking with me.
“Stop playing, baby,” I growl. “Suck that dick.”
She ignores my demand, gliding her tongue up and down as if she’s licking an ice cream cone, catching the precum as it drizzles out. She licks her way down to the base, then slowly back up to the head. My toes curl when she opens her mouth wide and swallows my dick, sucking it to the back of her tight throat. She starts humming.
“Oh, shit…”
She sucks, and sucks, and sucks, gulping down my dick, her throat clutching and pulling at it. It’s been years since I’ve been deep-throated. But this beauty gives it to me deep and wet and sloppy, the way I love it, the way I’ve missed it.
Damn, why can’t Krista handle this dick like that?
My neck arches, pressing my head into the pillow. “Oh, shit that’s good. Mmm. Fuck, baby. You sucking the hell out that dick.”
She moans, working her mouth wetly up and down on my dick, drooling everywhere, soaking my balls, the crack of my ass. The sight of her tongue as it lolls out and swirls all around my dickhead, causes me to groan in ecstasy.
My dick throbs against her tongue as she cups my balls, gently fondling them. As if sensing my impending orgasm, she pulls off me, her mouth stretched wide, her lips glossed with spit and precum.
My heavy-lidded gaze catches hers. “Damn, why you stop?” I sound almost like a whining kid.
She smiles, caressing one of her breasts, then pulling at her thick, chocolate nipple. She wags her tongue, then slides it over her nipple.
I swallow. “Come sit on my face and let me eat that pussy for you.”
“Oh, I’m not done, yet. You’ll get this pussy in due time. Get on your knees, motherfucker. Let Passion, Pain, and Pleasure get up in that ass.”
As if she has more than one personality, I blink, surprised by her sudden change in demeanor. And even more surprised at how turned on I am by it.
I turn over on my stomach, then inch up on my knees, resting on my elbows.
“You have one of the most beautiful asses I’ve seen on a man,” she mutters, her breath sizzling over my bare skin just before she presses her mouth into my crack, sliding her tongue in.
“Aah, yeah, baby…lick that shit.”
She moans. “Mmm…nice hairy ass…” Her tongue sweeps over my asshole. “You like that…?”
The room slowly begins to spin.
I grunt, then let out a low groan. “Oh, yeah, baby.” My dick throbs and bounces, hardens to the point of exploding. “Fuck, yeah!”
Whack!
She slaps my ass. Pulls it open. Blows a warm breath on my hole. Then her wet tongue slides up along the crack of my ass. She reaches for my throbbing dick, then pulls it to the back, suckling it between her pillow-soft lips.
“Yeah, baby, like that. Aaah, yeah…”
She has me clawing at the sheets, again and my stomach clenching as she reaches between my legs and pulls my dick back, sucking the head into her mouth. I can feel the precum streaming out of my dick coating her tongue as she sucks me.
Damn, she’s nasty as fuck.
“Aaah, shit, baby. Yeah, suck on that dick.”
Her tongue glides over the head, licks over my piss slit, then slides down over my balls, before wedging into the crack of my ass and nudging my hole.
I moan. “Yeah, baby. Get all in that ass.”
Whack!
She slaps my ass, again. Pulls her soft lips, her hot mouth, her wet tongue away from my dick. Tells me to turn over onto my back, to spread my legs and bend at the knees.
Body trembling, dick bouncing in anticipation, I do.
I watch her as she reaches for the bottle of lube. Oozes the thick lubricant along her index finger, then slides it inside me.
Her gaze never leaves mine as she gently strokes each lobe. “Yeah, milk me, baby…” I grab my dick to stroke it.
“Don’t touch it, you nasty fucker,” she says low and breathy. “Let me watch it bob up and down.”
“Aah, shit…” The way she says you nasty fucker brushes over my skin like heated silk. You nasty fucker. “Yeah, baby…yeah, I’m a nasty fucker…real nasty, baby. Let me bust this n
ut in your face…”
Her free hand slips between her legs. She pulls open her slick lips. “Look how wet you have my pussy, you freaky bastard.”
My gaze drops down to her glistening cunt.
I lick my lips.
“You wanna fuck that?”
My dick bounces wildly.
“Yeah, baby…”
“I know you do, you freaky motherfucker. Your ass feels so hot, so tight, clutching my finger.” She rhythmically moves her finger in and out, causing the sensitive nerve endings in my ass to spark.
She licks her lips. “Mmm, yeah, squeeze my finger. Look at that big, juicy dick swell.”
She eases a second finger inside me and I moan, loud.
She moans. “You wanna see my pussy come?”
“Aaah, fuck…ohhh, yeah, baby…aaaah, goddamnmotherfuck…I’m ready to nut.”
“No, wait for me. Wait for me…mmmm…” Her fingers click in and out of her wet pussy in sync to the thrust of her fingers in my ass. “You wanna feel that thick dick all up in this hot, juicy pussy?”
“Yeah, baby, yeah…”
Using varying pressure on my prostate, she keeps me on the brink of nearing ejaculation. The pressure keeps building.
I groan as she leans forward and covers my dick with her mouth. “Fuck! Ahh, shitshitshitshit!”
Then I cry out, her screen name. PassionPainPleasure. She’s sucking my dick with so much passion, fingering my ass and stroking my prostate with so much intensity that my vision blurs.
“Aaaahhhhhh, shiiiit!” Within seconds, my stomach coils, my ass muscles tighten, my toes curl. The room spins. And…oh, oh, oh, aaaaah…
I nut, hard.
She moans. And comes on her hand, her warm juices squirting out of her, splashing on me as she swallows my nut, then licks up the rest, before pulling fingers from my ass and from out of her cunt.
I eye her as she presses the two fingers she had in my ass to her lips, then rolls her tongue over each finger before simultaneously slipping them into her mouth as she lifts her other hand and offers me her pussy-slick fingers.
I open my mouth, welcoming her sticky fingers. She slowly slides them in and out, watching me as I watch her, the both of us greedily sucking on her fingers.
When she is done sucking her fingers clean, she pulls her other set of fingers from my mouth and eases up over me and covers her mouth with mine. Her tongue slides into my mouth.
I’ve never tasted my own nut, my own ass, but here I am, kissing and sucking on her lips, her tongue, savoring my own scent, my own nut mixed with her juices. I groan into her mouth, feeling my dick slowly come back to life.
When she pulls her lips away from mine, I feel disoriented. It takes a minute for my vision to clear and my eyes to focus. “Damn, that was good,” I say, collapsing on the damn sheets.
She wraps her arms and legs around me. I am surprised by the sudden gesture. “It sure was, boo.” She stares at me, reaches for my dick and strokes it. “By the way, my name is Persia.”
I grin. Persia. “Exotic name, for a beautifully freaky woman. I like that, Persia.”
She kisses me. Silently our tongues tangle and clash, twirling and swirling and rolling until we are both panting and breathless. She groans low in her throat, then tears her mouth from mine.
Without words, I know she wants to feel this dick inside her.
It’s in her eyes.
I reach over, grab a condom, then tear the wrapper with my teeth, before rolling it down over my dick. She gasps as I push my dick into her pussy, hooking an arm under her leg and lifting it. Her nails graze along my back, her body arching up into my thrusts.
“Next time,” she says, her lips just inches away from mine, running a hand over my chest, then pinching a nipple. “I’ll bring my ball-gag and gag your mouth, then tie you to the bed and fuck your tight man ass with one of my vibrators. Would you like that? Me fucking your ass with a vibrator while I’m sucking your dick?”
My asshole clenches. I smile, my lips curving against hers. “Yeah, baby, I love the sound of that.”
My hips move fluidly, my dick sliding in and out of her body, pounding her pussy into multiple orgasms, with dirty thoughts of creeping out on my wife again, and having my P-spot under siege.
Wet Pussy Gone Wild
Have you ever wanted something so bad, you couldn’t imagine not having it?
Well, there are only three things in my life that I’ve ever felt that strongly about: being married to my husband, Sebastian; giving birth to my two sons, Dillon and Jacob; and now…deep breath—Kyree.
He’s dangerously handsome, with thickly lashed eyes draped around light-brown, almond-shaped orbs that hold specks of amber when the light strikes them just so.
Six-foot-three.
Strong arms. Rippling washboard abs. Thick eight-inch, two-toned dick with a toe-curling, sheet-clutching curve. That I love sucking, that I love feeling stretching inside me, that I’ve fallen so recklessly in love with. Mmm. My mouth waters and my panties moisten every time I think about his delicious dick.
Kyree. Kyree. Kyree.
Dammit.
Just look at him, his beautifully hard and defined body on display for my pleasure. Goddammit! How did I ever let this nineteen-year-old, sexually aggressive man-child charm his way into my head, my mouth, and in between my quivering legs?
Everything about him screams trouble. However, here I am.
I hate the way the sight of him takes my breath away. Yet, love the way he makes me feel sluttier and sexier than I’ve ever felt. Everything about being with him is such a contradiction. My unnerving guilt overshadowed by demanding need. My emotional torment eclipsed by burning desires.
I stare at him, stretched out in the center of the bed, hands bound over his head and his legs splayed, his wrists and ankles tethered to the bedposts with silk scarves. He welcomes boundaries being pushed, which is why he’s tied to my bed. His idea.
Besides having me, another fantasy of his.
My gaze dances over his muscular body, marveling over every inch of him; my mouth watering until it is as wet and juicy as my pussy.
Kyree grins at me, then licks those sexy, toe-curling lips of his. “Yo, c’mere and suck this dick.”
My heart stutters a bit as I keep my gaze on him, lusty-eyed and trembling with unbridled need. He makes me feel so unanchored and out of control; yet, alive.
God help me.
When I’m with Kyree, I am so carefree and unapologetic—his youthful masculinity brings that out of me. I’m always so wet and wild and wanton. Every time he comes over—to hang out with my nineteen-year-old son, Jacob—wearing nothing but a crisp white wifebeater and basketball shorts with the waistband of his boxers showing, my skin flushes with heated need. Every time he steals a glance at me and winks slyly or licks his lips, heat blooms inside of me.
And all I want to do is be fucked by him. Bent over. Grabbing my ankles. Ass cheeks spread open, wide and ready. Kyree grabbing me by the hips.
But then I come to what’s left of my senses, and I feel so shamelessly dirty. So, so, scandalously perverted. Fucking someone almost twenty-six years younger than me.
And, yet, I keep letting him crawl back between my thighs, plunging his hard, horny dick deep into my wet, trembling cunt.
Lord, help me.
I’ve always been a flamboyantly sexy and beautiful woman comfortable in her own skin, confident and seemingly carefree. And although, I am way much closer to forty-five that I am to ever being thirty-five, you’d never know it. And, yes, I’m about fifteen pounds heavier than I was ten, fifteen, years ago, but thanks to Pilates and a slew of yoga classes, I’ve painstakingly maintained my curves in all the right places. Despite the stretch marks that fan out over my stomach, I have a body better than some of the young women half my age.
And the way Kyree and the rest of the young men his age drink in the sight of me—with hot, hungry gazes—every time they see me, confirms what I already kn
ow. Like any man, those young horny boys are enthralled with big, bouncy asses, beautiful breasts, powerful hips and lots of wet pussy.
I briefly allow my mind to roll back to when it began. When I’d first discovered it. Felt it. The temptation. The stirring between my legs that undeniably made me feel weak. The looming desire that seemed to balloon from out of nowhere.
It was the week following the Memorial Day weekend. Both of my sons were home from college, and my husband, Sebastian, had flown out to Toronto on business earlier that morning and wasn’t expected back until the following week.
My twenty-one-year-old son, Dillon, spent most of his time either working at a job he’d had every summer since his freshman year of college, or he was with his girlfriend, Paige, out in Brooklyn where she lived. So I rarely saw him.
Jacob, on the other hand, was another story. He preferred to stay close to home, particularly when his father traveled. And any girlfriends he had, he’d rather bring them home rather than spend his time at their places. He’d said he preferred to “freak them” in his own backyard. So basically he was telling me he was screwing his fast-assed girlfriends right here under my nose. My sons were very open—sometimes a bit too open—with me about their sexual conquests. Still, some things I simply didn’t need to know, or hear.
Anyway, this particular day, I was in the kitchen preparing dinner when I heard the alarm chirp, alerting that the front door had been opened. A few moments later, I heard, “Hey, Mrs. Lang.” It was Kyree. He and Jacob have been friends since second grade so he was like family, and pretty much always had free rein to come in and out without ringing the doorbell. Truthfully, he was practically like one of my own sons.
He walked into the kitchen where I was standing at the sink, washing a pot. I could feel his gaze on my back, my ass, my legs.
I craned my neck and smiled. “Oh, hey, Kyree.”
He grinned as he stalked over wearing a V-neck tee and a pair of green camouflage cargo pants—one leg rolled up showing his bulging, heart-shaped calf—with a pair of wheat Timberland boots.
I tried not to stare at the way his T-shirt clung to his barreled chest or the way his biceps bulged under his sleeves as he made his way over and kissed me on the cheek.
