Passion desire Lust

I like to keep my pussy nice and smooth. It has always been like that, from the onset of pubic hair I made sure they were cut or shaved in a nice-looking style. In the shower, I did some pruning which I suppose wasn’t necessary, but it’s relaxing and it took my mind of Damon for a while. It might sound strange that I would think shaving for a man would take my mind off him, but it does. When I was done, I massaged my naked skin with an expensive oil that I buy on the internet. It had all kinds of stuff in it and its aroma is heavenly. I only use it after taking care of my cunt, and nowhere else on my body. I walked around the room naked to make sure it was absorbed completely by the skin and then I dressed. I didn’t have many options since I had packed light for the trip, not knowing I would be meeting a man. I decided on a pair of cotton pants in black, and an awhile short-sleeved blouse. I left enough buttons open for a good view of my cleavage pushed up my boobs a bit. Under I wore hip-huggers in black lace and a matching bra. I checked myself in the mirror and was pleased with the result. I don’t use much makeup, just some mascara, and rouge. I added a touch of perfume on my wrists and rubbed them together and then touched my neck to leave a scent.

When I walked into the restaurant several of the men turned their heads and gave me a good once over with their eyes, some I’m sure going for a second look when I turned my ass in their direction. I loaded up with food and found sat down at the table the hostess had given me. I saw the German man and gave him a short wave. He smiled back at me and kept on talking to the woman he was seated with. She was one of the instructions that had spoken earlier that day, a pleasant woman from New York who had spent several years in India and the Far East learning the secrets of Yoga.

I had come down late on purpose, so I didn’t have to wait too long before meeting up with Damon. By the time I was having my dessert and coffee, I was alone. I left a tip and walked over to the lobby bar, it was just after ten.

Damon was there waiting for me at the bar. He wore a light beige suit and a dark blue shirt, no tie. I slowed down my step so I could enjoy the beauty of the man who was waiting for me. Back home the men dress in jeans and flannel shirts when it’s warm and in the winter we are all dressed up to our eyeballs. There are few times we can dress up, and seeing Damon in his suit made my knees weak.

“How was dinner?” he said.

“Fine, how was yours?”

“Good, I had a Caesar salad and chicken.”

I slid onto the bar stool next to him and ordered a glass of white wine. He was drinking his Long Island Ice tea and picking at some peanuts in a bowl. His aftershave was strong and very masculine. He wasn’t sitting and my head was level with his chest so when I talked to him I had to look up. There is something about black men and their hair. White men usually don’t look good shaved, but black men always do. Damon’s was as smooth as a baby’s ass, not a strain in sight. I wanted to touch it, but I was afraid he would think I was weird so I didn’t. Instead, I took his hand and held it in mine. His skin was so soft and warm. I looked down and my white hand looked even whiter in his black fingers.

“I have some bad news, Lisa,” he said.

Crap, I thought. He has to go somewhere right now. “What is it?”

“I’m leaving in the morning and going back to San Diego.”

“What about the seminar?”

“My clients are going nuts and won’t leave me alone. All-day my phone has been ringing, and I think it’s better that I just go back.”

“Oh, that sucks. I was looking forward to a few more days with you.”

He looked around and then bowed his head, kissing me on the cheeks. “Me too, but we still have this night.”

I picked up my glass and emptied it in one go. “Let’s leave, there is no time to lose,” I said.

He laughed and took me by the arm and led me out. In the elevator up we kissed and he tasted faintly of his drink. We weren’t hurried as the first time and when his hand found my ass I felt how my knees grew weak. This time we went to my room which was closer. When we were inside, he locked the door and put on the security chain.

“Take your clothes off,” he said.

I did what he said, not trying to be coy or flirty. I just got naked and then stood in front of him. He watched me in silence for some time and then he came closer. Gently he put his hands on my cheeks and tilted my head up. His lips were warm when they met mine. Then he let go and stepped back.

“C’mon, I’m dying here, please get naked,” I begged.

He slowly took off his jacket and then unbuttoned his shirt. I was suffering so I walked up to him and began to open it faster.

“You are a horny thing, aren’t you?” he said.

“Guilty.”

He took off his shirt and in the light from the bedside lamps, his black skin shimmered. When he moved his arm the muscles rippled and I took a step back t be able to take it all in. This close he was massive. There was no fat on him as far as I could see and every muscle on his torso was visible. When I put my hand on his stomach, he gasped and I felt how the muscles contracted.

“Sorry, was my hands cold?”

“No, it’s just that I’m ticklish,” he said with a wry smile.

“Oh, how unfortunate,” I said and began to move my hands around and up along his ribs. He cringed some more and his lips twitched like if he was going to laugh. I let go and said. “Pants, please.”

He undid his belt and dropped his pants to the floor, and then I helped him off with his underwear. When his cock became visible, it wasn’t hard, not even semi-erect. I was a bit confused. Didn’t I turn him on?

He must have seen the look on my face because, he said, “I want you to make me hard.”

I knelt before him and looked up. His cock was hanging just in front of me and his cock head was level with my nose. I took him in my right hand and my fingers didn’t reach around the girth. I slowly stroked him and felt how he began to grow under my touch. My cunt was begging for him, but, I wanted to enjoy the moment. I took a tentative lick thinking that maybe he would taste different, but he didn’t. I let my tongue move up and down under and on either side of his shaft. His glans was swelling and before it became too big I took it in my mouth. I was in heaven. It was hot and soft as silk. As I used my tongue to explore all its secrets he grew harder and harder. As his cock rose, so did I. I ended up almost standing straight with my head bent down and only half his shaft in my mouth. I tried to take it deeper, but my jaw began to ache. Instead, I played with his balls and sucked and licked the shaft as far as I could. He began to moan and put his hands on my head. His hips began to move and then he was fucking my mouth slowly and deliciously.

I let my hand touch my pussy and my fingers came away wet with my moisture, I was ready. I pulled back and his cock slipped out and I said. “Come, I want you inside me.”

I led him to the bed and gestured for him to lie down. When he was comfortable and followed and straddled him just below his cock. Then I inched up so that he was pressed against my tummy. When I looked down I saw that his shaft reached well past my navel and I giggled.

“God, you are big.”

“You know you can take it,” he said, smiling at me.

“Uh-huh, I guess I can. Let me do it, OK.

“Sure, take your time, we have all night.”

I raised myself and moved forward until felt his cockhead touching my swollen lips. I took him in my hand and held him while I slowly lowered myself. My lips spread and wrapped around him and for every inch, I lowered myself I gasped. I made all kinds of whining sounds, but I didn’t care. I wanted all of him inside me. The pain was delicious, flowing out from my lips to my bones and up my spine. When I had all of him inside me, I just sat there for a while, getting used to him.

“Are you OK?”

“It hurts, but I want it to. This is fucking amazing,” I moaned.Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

My pussy was throbbing, begging for me to take him out, but I stayed where I was, and slowly but surely I began to relax. The pain and ache ebbed away until I only felt filled up. Then I began to move. Slowly sliding up and down his pole, not letting him slide out because I wasn’t sure if I could ever take him inside again.

My nails dug into his muscular chest and I breathed heavily into his ear. He kissed my cheek and licked my earlobe which made me whine like a cat in heat. His hand found my hips and he guided me to ride him a little faster. I straighten out and leaned back supporting myself by putting my hands on his thighs. Now he was thrusting upwards and doing it faster and faster. I used my fingers to rub my clit and when he saw me doing it, he pushed my hand away and replaced it with his thumb. My orgasm was building, and as it began to flow out from my cunt into my arms and legs I began to moan louder.

“You like that, you like my big cock deep in your pussy?”

“Yes, fuck me, Damon, open me up like a ripe fruit,” I knew I sounded like an idiot, but my mind was gone, all that was there was his cock filling me out and the orgasm closing in like a tsunami. Then I came. I held my breath, whined, and then my body tensed and relaxed a few times. When it was over I kept on sitting on him, and my pussy cramped around his shaft.

“I want to take you from behind,” he said.

“I’m not sure I can.”

He gently lifted me off his cock and let me roll off him onto the bed. I ended up on my stomach and just lay there trying to catch my breath. He didn’t even give me a minute before I felt his hands on my hips. He pulled my ass up and back so I was on my knees. Then his cock came sniffing around my cunt. To my astonishment, he slid in like a hot knife in butter. No pain at all. Then he pounded me. I swear I have never been fucked so hard for so long by anyone. He just kept on at it, his cock sliding in and out like a piston. I came once, twice, three times and each time was more powerful than the previous. I was a moaning wreck by the time I heard him moan.

“Oh yeah, I’m coming, I’m coming. Lisa, take me in your mouth.”

He more or less pulled me up and turned me around so I was kneeling in front of him. Then he pushed down my head and again, my jaws opened to their limit as he entered me. I tasted myself and it turned me on. I began to bob my head up and down and for each time his cock and balls responded. When he came, he held my head and all I could do was close my eyes and hope not to drown.

When it was over I fell backward onto my back and lay there gasping for air. I was exhausted. My pussy was still cramping, and my jaws ached. Damon knelt between my legs and leaned down. He gently licked both my nipples and then suckled on them.

“Please, I’m begging you, let me just lie here, don’t touch me.”

My body shook with post-orgasmic spasms, and my head was spinning. He lay down next to me and we didn’t speak for a while. Then he pushed himself up on his elbow and looked down at me. Our eyes met, and I put my arm around his neck and pulled him down. Our kisses were gentle and unhurried. His body was warm and hard against mine and I thought I would never meet a man that could fuck like this again. Maybe the German was right, after all, once you try black, you never go back. I let go of him and closed my eyes. I felt him move around and then his voice reached my ears.

“I’m going to lick your pussy, Lisa.”

Before I could answer him, I felt his tongue gently moving up and down my slit. I kept my eyes closed and thanked my lucky star I had won this trip. Fuck the Yoga seminar; I was going to San Diego with Damon. I only had three more days, and I was going to enjoy his body and cock as much as I could. Then my mind drifted away because he had taken my clit between his lips and as I suckled my hips came off the sheets and my body was shaken by another orgasm.

“Oh Damon, I will follow you and your cock to the end of the world,” I moaned.

“It’s just to San Diego and you are welcome to come along.”

I pulled his head up and we kissed again, and ass our tongues met, I felt his cock come knocking on my door again, and it was wide open.

The End