“Is business good?” Jasmine wanted to know more about his wealth. Because it seemed like Antonio was the type of person who definitely knew his way around an ATM machine. “I take it that it must do well with the ocean all around.”
“Yes,” Antonio said. “You have so much ocean and sea. An endless expanse. So much opportunity to reap. Make a lot of money. My family does well for themselves, managing different fisheries and offshore operations. I’m really thankful for all of what they do. Because it really makes life a lot easier.”
“I can imagine. I’m the same way.”
Jasmine and Antonio reached the end of the trail. They were walking underneath a grove of oak trees. Of course, these oak trees had a lot of water pumping into the root, being artificially supported and propped up. Jasmine rested her hand against the bark of one of them, falling against Antonio’s chest, leaning into him until they both nestled against a crack in the trunk.
By now, both of them had finished up their drinks. Jasmine had an empty martini glass in her hands, and she placed it down by their feet. Antonio did the same with his glass. He held her tight, pulling her closer and closer, until their hearts were united and beating one after the other. Jasmine closed her eyes, thinking to herself about all of the sweet things they might do if they had a room for themselves.
But it didn’t matter. Not to Antonio at least.
Inside or outside, he wanted to have a piece of her.
It was obvious…
Because he had a bold erection, one that was stretching thick and down the length of his jeans. She gripped it, holding it tight in her hands. It was so massive, filling up her palms. She squeezed around it, kissing Antonio.
“I want you,” she gasped. “I’ve wanted you since I saw you in economics. You are really… I think you’re incredibly hot.”
“I’m glad you’ve finally said so,” Antonio said. “You’re the same.”
Antonio gripped Jasmine’s ass, putting his hand against both cheeks, riding up against her crack. She found herself standing on her tip toes, placing her chin right on the top of his shoulder. Whatever he squeezed with his hands, a ripple of muscle, a flash of power—the heat of ecstasy ran up the length of his forearms—up to his biceps, thundering upwards and across his shoulders and traps, all the way to his lips. It was one fluid motion, a snakelike bend in his arms.
Jasmine groaned. She bit Antonio’s neck, planting her teeth deep inside of his skin. Antonio groaned back, as if in response to her pleasure. He gripped her tighter and tighter, hiking up her dress, helping to undo the panties she wore until she no longer had them around her hips. They were wrapped around her curvy thighs, going lower and lower, until she couldn’t stand having them trapping her legs together. She simply snapped her legs outward, practically stumbling over, ripping them in half. Then she bit down and heart into Antonio’s neck, placing her tongue into the ridges she was digging into his skin. Antonio squeezed with his hands, both plush and supple ass cheeks, letting his fingers go further and further, until they were near the bone! Jasmine thrashed her head backwards, suddenly force the way by sheer blast of euphoria rolling through her body. She gripped Antonio’s waist, feeling his Adonis belt, feeling his undulating stomach. He had so much muscle!
She needed to see it.
She needed to see him naked already…
“I want you to fuck me,” she said, gasping, heaving. “I want you to fuck me and show me what kind of man you are. Show me everything! I want your Filipino dick inside of me…”
“No problem… I have no problem doing that…” Even Antonio was out of breath.
He started unbuckling his belt, slowly undoing the notches. Then he shimmied out of his pants, casting off his jeans into the darkness. Jasmine felt his shaft, how large it was, how much she could squirt out at the tip of his cock, white hot pre-come, all from the eye. She squeezed harder and harder, milking him, making more pour out from the tip. Antonio moaned, and Jasmine squeezed her pussy lips, squeezed all of her clit and thigh muscles to produce an immense flow of juice down her legs. She trembled, vibrating while she stood before Antonio, almost naked, ready to be held.
“Let undo these,” Antonio said, putting his hands by her bra. With a quick fluid motion, he simply ripped off the clips, casting them away as he had done with his pants.
His supple fingers draped her nipples, going over her areolas, massaging the outer rims. He brought his palms against the center tips, rubbing them gently, then bringing them outward to the edges, making sure to press his thumbs against the rims. With a quick and fluid motion, he dipped his hands down against his cock, feeling his pre-come, and then he brought his hands back up to her areolas, massaging her nipples, really digging into her centers. She felt a blast of euphoria and ecstasy storm across her body, making her shiver and her eyes bulge. She gripped his waist tighter and tighter, needing support, but never having it, considering the pleasure made her absolutely shut down. She was gasping. She was heaving. And her breath was laborious.
“I don’t want you to just fuck me…”
“Let me show you everything…”
Antonio knelt down before Jasmine. He brought his mouth right against her pussy, sucking the juices, draping his lips against hers, massaging with a tension in his tongue, the length of her hood, arcing up and down her muscles. He felt her raw passion, squeezing of her pussy lips, and how she trembled whenever he ate her out. Soon enough, Jasmine found herself pressing her face against the oak tree behind them, and then, she was brought to her knees, slowly but surely, brought her knees. She trembled in place, shivering and shaking, holding onto Antonio’s shoulders now, holding onto him for her life. She spread her legs out, leaning backwards into the ground, making sure to have her pussy lips wide and open for a good taking. Antonio pressed his face deep against her, digging his tongue inside, feeling out the rim and wheel of her pussy hood. She squirted again, and Antonio sucked more and more, dragging the length of his tongue all the way inside, until she could feel it almost by her G spot.
Jasmine thrashed about on the ground, squeezing her lips, then relaxing her thighs, then squeezing her lips again. She felt her clit explode with a furious passion. Then Antonio placed his fingertips across the center of her clit, and with quick and fluid motions, he dragged the tips of his fingers across the center, quickly flicking her clit, making her clit feel a euphoric throb, a passion she had not felt every her life. Jasmine tossed her head to the side, biting on her lips, squeezing her fists, pounding him against the ground.
“If you don’t stop,” Jasmine gasped. “If you don’t stop, I’m going to come!”
“That’s kind of the point,” Antonio said, smiling from his position down below. Jasmine stopped struggling against him, letting her legs slacking, and go to the sides. She had her back down against the ground, her lungs forcing out so much air, she thought she might suffocate from it. “Are you ready?”
“Do what you have to,” Jasmine said. “I feel like you know what you’re doing…”
Antonio grinned. He went back down against her pussy, licking the rims, letting his tongue go all the way inside again, forcing himself deeper and deeper, all the while massaging her thighs, her calves, and her beautiful curvy legs. Antonio felt around her ankles, draping his hands over her feet, letting his tongue slick her pussy walls again and over. Jasmine didn’t even have the strength to squeeze anymore. She throbbed and ached, passionately enduring the pleasure closing her eyes, making her squirt juice.
Jasmine could probably fill buckets with the amount of juice she was squirting out.
Then the ecstasy and euphoria started to surface underneath her skin. She felt that all across her body, starting from underneath her heart, and expanding outward, making it to her extremities. She felt the ecstasy and euphoria at the tips of her fingers, at the base of her scalp, and down by her toes. She could feel a passion arising in his spirits, readying herself for the best climax she had ever had. Her sex throbbed again, sending a vib
ration across her body. When she closed her eyes, her face ached with a dull furious heat. She was breathing harder, getting as much air as she possibly could…
Which is to say, not much.
Antonio flicked deeper again, flicking his tongue across her clit, making her squirm, making Jasmine absolutely enthralled by desire. Enthralled by Antonio’s immense sexual prowess. His acuity for women. The acumen he possessed to dominate, making Jasmine—
Oh, God!
Jasmine came. Her pussy throbbed, and her clit ached and she was squirting out so much juice, she felt embarrassed about it. Her body flailed around as if her arms were weapons. Her legs slammed against the ground. She twisted her neck left and right, struggling to stay cognizant. She felt her eyes, aching, totally blacking out. Whenever she tried to open them, she could only see the night sky, and darkness. She felt a passionate ecstasy throbbing in her heart. Every single beat making her want to come more and more. She closed her eyes harder, squealing, making loud noises, and thrashing in the dirt.
“I— I…”
“Keep coming,” Antonio said. “Just keep coming, all right?”
Jasmine nodded. She finally rested her head to the left, staring at a large root escaping from the earth. She gripped the soil, her hair sprawled around her face, her makeup probably a mess from sweat dripping down her forehead. Her entire body was orgasmic. Simply orgasmic. Her skin tingled with a leftover sensation making a flush glow across her face.
“I can’t believe that,” Jasmine said. “You’re really good. I don’t think I’ve ever had a guy be like that with me ever…”
“I’m glad…”
“I cannot believe that someone could be so good at making me… come…”
Jasmine shook her head. It was just borderline unfathomable. How could Antonio be so skilled at this? He definitely had his way around a woman. He definitely knew what to do with a clit and pussy.
“I’m still hard though,” Antonio said.
Jasmine could feel his erection down the length of her leg.
Jasmine sat up, crawling closer to Antonio. She reached out, feeling his ball sack. The individual nuts were tight, drawing up close against his body. She pivoted her hands deep, feeling with her fingers his prostate. With a gentle jab, she felt all the way inward, making Antonio groaned and his dick flex. She liked the sight of Antonio’s penis arcing up against his body, slapping in response to the pleasure.
With two fingers, she gripped his balls, massaging his prostate, and then with her mouth, she went down, wrapping her lips all the way until she deep-throated him. Jasmine went down and up along her shaft, squeezing her tongue down and around his vain. She could feel throb, the pulse and vigor of euphoria and ecstasy not only steamroll through his cock, but her body as well. She derived a pleasure from seeing him squirm. From knowing she too was sexy and beautiful. Desirable.
Antonio pressed himself against the oak tree. He squirmed, thrusting his cock upwards into Jasmine’s mouth. She sucked harder and harder, bringing her throat all the way down, making sure to envelop him completely. She sucked like a vacuum, tasting every single drop of his pre-come. She felt the stickiness sliding down her mouth, all the way until her lips too were coated in glistening white. She gripped his pecs, feeling the centers of his nipples, rubbing her hands up and down, watching them get tighter and tighter. Jasmine smothered her face on Antonio’s cock, feeling his prostate, digging deeper and deeper, making Antonio groan and moan.
Jasmine now went up and down his shaft, like a woodpecker, nailing him with her neck, sucking and undulating her throat. She could taste every inch of him. And it was almost as if sucking on sweet nectar, or pie! He definitely had eaten lots of pineapples…
She bounced against his Adonis belt, feeling a dull pleasure ache in her pussy. Yes, she loved the fact that she could make a man squirm around, uncontrollably, lovingly so. He placed his arms out to the side, feeling the roots of the tree. With a squeeze of his cock, he squirted out another line of pre-come, warming up the depths of Jasmine’s throat. She grinned, feeling the length of his cock in all of its entirety, enjoying how big it was, making her mouth expand and explode with heat. Making her mouth salivate, mixing and mingling with his pre-come. She had white all over her lips, and she had white all over her ebony skin.
Absolutely, she had white all over her.
Sperm.
Heat and passion.
Jasmine groaned, pressing her hands deeper into his prostate one last time, feeling the spot where she knew a man could feel the most pleasure…
And then…
With a burst of hot euphoria, Antonio gripped and yanked on Jasmine’s hair, pulling her upwards, and squirting white fluid all over her face. Jasmine cupped her mouth around Antonio’s penis again, sucking and sinking down all the way to the base of his shaft. Drinking from a fountain that kept flowing, white-hot come, all the way down her throat, swallow, swallow, swallow until she found her stomach burning with a furious love for Antonio. This romance. This romance!
Jasmine slowly rose up against Antonio’s cock, sliding her tongue all the way to the eye. She licked the center, slicking up all of the rest of his come back down into her mouth, swallowing every last bit. She grinned to herself, satisfied with the tension in her mouth, the pleasure, the fire in her stomach.
By far, this was one of the best, and hottest dates she had ever been on.
Antonio traced her hand, linking his fingers with hers. Then he traced and outlined the length of Jasmine’s chin. She tilted her head to the side, looking up at the moon. Then with a graceful grin, Jasmine pressed her lips against his, leaning forward, gripping Antonio’s cock.
“I have loved every single moment of this night,” said. “Having passion with you has been so… I can’t explain it. It’s like… I know were not supposed to do this, but it’s hard not to be attracted too. I’ve never had this feeling before. I’ve really, really enjoy being around you. It’s something I’ve never felt with anybody else. Never!”
Antonio grinned, and he kissed Jasmine passionately back, sucking on her lips, and drawing his tongue around the center of hers. He went down and pressed his mouth tight and hard against her.
“I’m feeling the same way,” Antonio said. “It’s not every often that you have that kind of sex, you know? It’s not that every often that you come around to someone and say that you want to fuck them hard and still want to hang out with them. That’s the key. So many times I’ve met girls, and I knew right away that I didn’t want to have anything to do with them. They were uninteresting, or they were boring. Or they didn’t have the kind of curves that you did, the beautiful skin complexion you have. I really enjoyed every single moment of this night.”
“I’m glad that you feel the same way. Because I was so afraid that…”
Antonio pulled her in close. He snapped his eyes shut, rocking her back and forth. “You don’t have to worry about anything. I definitely like who you are. And your ability to just be chill and whatever.”
So from that point forward, Jasmine and Antonio became a couple. They quickly cleaned up, wiping away their come, trying to scramble for their clothes— people were coming—and they dashed away for Jasmine’s Ferrari.
They didn’t want to go too fast. So did Jasmine dropped Antonio off by his dorm, and she went back to her parents place. For several days, they didn’t even talk. Only casual text messages to check up on each other. But nothing special. For some time, Jasmine wondered if Antonio had lost interest in her. If it was all a fluke. If he was all faking it.
Maybe he doesn’t really like me, Jasmine thought, the next week. Maybe he really was just fronting it all. He was just trying to humor a black woman. What was I thinking? Could I really go out with someone like him? Maybe he thought me no better than a pity fuck.
Then, his messages came in. They would go and hang out at the beach or a park or at her place. She every single one many times before getting on her good clothes, and racing out the door to g
o meet him once more.
It turned out that he really enjoyed her, truly. So they spent many days together, walking in parks, helping each other in economics, and enjoying what time they had.
As the semester went on, Jasmine found herself worried. Antonio would eventually have to return to the Philippines. His visa wouldn’t last forever and ever. Certainly, she couldn’t ask him to give up all of his family and leave behind the only home he knew. And certainly, Antonio couldn’t ask her to do the same.
Not seeing a compromise, Jasmine found herself in despair. Would it all work out? How could she possibly make a relationship work with an international man? She thought about giving it all up, the romance, the sex. There were plenty of men in her backyard who could treat her right, right?
No. I’ve never met a man like him before.
She wanted to make it all work, Jasmine did. She wanted to have a romance with Antonio. No one else. Because a man like him did not come very often. The man like him was rare, no matter what country she was living in.
Jasmine researched night after night on online interracial international forms for solution. There were others in her place, who had problems with their spouses abroad. Who were separated because of circumstance or ugly situations. Jasmine read and read and read. Finally, she had a solution.
Being that her parents owned a business, and being that she was about to graduate, Jasmine thought about starting up her own blog. She would help other young black women out there with interracial dating advice, and moreover, she would help them with haircare products. Her mother had been whining for some time about not being able to understand the Internet and its intricacies. Jasmine understood very well how to use it.
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