My heart pounded loudly in my ears. The smell of her pussy made my dick stone-hard. My stomach muscles tightened and I felt energy shimmy over our sweat-soaked bodies.
My wife. I loved her. I really did, but I needed this release. I needed this woman whose face I couldn’t see.
Spanish Fly pressed her sweaty titties against my chest as she grabbed my head with her hands and licked my exposed lips with her tongue. When her tongue darted out of her sweet mouth again I suckled it deeply.
It was the first time I’d kissed a woman other than my wife.
Her tongue did tricks in my mouth as she made it flicker against mine. I thought of the way she ate Mocha’s pussy and my heart swelled.
The familiar tension shimmied over my body. The feeling of expectation made me weak. I lifted my hips off the bed and rammed my dick up into her so hard that her soft body bounced up and down atop me. I knew she was cumming too because her pussy got wetter, more slippery, and the walls released and gripped like a vise, squeezing all the cum from my dick. With each spasm my dick jerked like a fired gun. I nearly died from wanting my hands free to hold that vibrating ass while we came like crazy.
She lifted off me and crawled back down between my legs to take my semi-hard dick in her mouth and suck the last of the juices from me. Her tongue circling the tip as she cleaned my thick white cum with a smile.
Fuck it. I cried out like a bitch and hit a high note.
“Shit,” I swore, still trembling as she moved to untie my limbs.
My eyes drifted closed and I felt myself slipping into that good sex sleep zone.
I opened my eyes and saw that I was alone. Spanish Fly was gone.
I jumped from the bed. I had to see her again. I had to have her again.
When I left the room the door across the hall was open. A woman with a body like a video vixen was tied to the wall, spread-eagle. I didn’t even pause to enjoy the sight as I flew down the stairs.
I had just stumbled around the curve, almost frantic, when I saw a glimpse of Spanish Fly’s buttocks jiggling as she walked down the stairs. I caught up to her just as she neared the foot of the stairs.
I could still smell our sex and I wanted to fuck her again. Right there on the stairs.
I grabbed her arm. “Wait. Don’t go.”
She froze. I mean her entire body went deathly still. I felt a shiver race across her naked body as she turned to me. Behind her mask her eyes were filled with surprise and disbelief. She snatched her arm away. “Marcus?”
Gone was the sexy barely audible whisper-like voice from our sex play. This voice was clear and I recognized it well. I felt like my nuts had crawled up into my stomach. I grabbed her to me with one strong arm and wrestled her full-face mask off with my free hand to reveal her face.
I thought I knew it all.
I was wrong.
“Marisol,” I said in disbelief.
Spanish Fly was my wife.
My Destiny
Mi Destino
Michelle Robinson
Beautiful investment counselor Destiny Shannon didn’t know it, but she was being watched! For several months now, she had been under constant surveillance. Her stalker was waiting for the moment when he would finally make her pay!
Destiny glanced at her reflection in Saks’ window. Her dark red shoulder-length layered cut was a nice complement to her cocoa brown complexion. She would have to thank her stylist for convincing her to ditch her dull brown hair color. Although she was wearing a conservative gray pinstriped suit, nothing could conceal her beautiful, athletic body; her reward for years of high school track and field. She knew she shouldn’t have come here on a weekday but she had lost her favorite shade of lipstick and, despite tearing the apartment apart, she hadn’t found it. Saks was packed and she would have to race to get downtown. In the split second it took for her to glance at her watch and realize she was going to be late meeting her client, she ran into a gentleman entering Saks, spilling her latte all over his Armani suit. When she recovered from the collision, she realized how attractive he was. Destiny retrieved a handkerchief from her suit pocket and nervously wiped at the coffee stain.
“Don’t worry about that,” he said.
Destiny grinned like a teenage girl with a crush on the teacher. This exquisite creature could be described only as an Adonis. The caramel-colored skin, the dark wavy hair and equally dark, seductively mysterious eyes; his features were so powerful, she could barely maintain direct eye contact.
“I apologize,” Destiny offered. “I was in such a rush and wasn’t paying attention. I’ve ruined your suit. I would be happy to pay to have it dry-cleaned.”
“That’s not necessary. I’m a buyer here at Saks. I have a closet full of sample suits at my disposal—it’s one of the perks of the job. In fact, thank you,” he added. “If we hadn’t crashed into one another, I wouldn’t have an opportunity to ask you to dinner tonight.”
Destiny could feel the heat rising in her cheeks. She wanted to be cool, but she kept thinking how much she would like to be lying on a beach with this beautiful specimen of a man, fucking like minks. He oozed sensuality and it had been almost two years since she’d had sex with anything other than her shower massager.
He extended his right hand. “Hi, I’m Antonio Fernández.”
“I’m Destiny Shannon.”
“Wow, I can’t wait to hear the story behind that incredible name. So, Destiny, how about it; dinner tonight at Haru’s?” Antonio asked. “If you don’t like Japanese, we can go somewhere else.”
“No, Japanese sounds great; I’ve heard the food there is fabulous.”
“Does eight o’clock work for you?” he asked.
“Eight o’clock would be fine,” she replied.
“Where shall I pick you up?”
“I have a few errands I need to run. I’ll meet you at the restaurant. Here’s my business card. If anything should change, just give me a call. If I’m not there you can leave me a voice mail,” Destiny said.
“Wild horses couldn’t keep me away,” he said.
They waved good-bye and Destiny hailed a taxi.
Destiny’s day dragged on endlessly and she could barely concentrate. She raced home, showered, changed and got to the restaurant around 8:15 P.M. She was wearing a knee-length, clingy purple silk dress, gold hoop earrings and a gold lariat necklace. The jewelry brought out the beauty of her green eyes. On her feet she wore a pair of gold four-inch heels which gave her legs an ultra-sexy lilt when she walked. All eyes were on her. She wasn’t accustomed to dressing this sexy, but she liked the way it made her feel. Antonio stood up when she got to the table. He leaned in toward her, put his arm around her waist and whispered in her ear, “Absolutely stunning.” He smelled good enough to eat and his voice made her feel positively giddy. That black turtleneck and black leather pants he was wearing didn’t hurt either.
They both ordered plum wine, Destiny had salmon teriyaki and Antonio had the sushi and sashimi. He was attentive, charming, intelligent—and only twenty-seven years old. Destiny was eleven years older than him; a difference she decided would have to be overlooked.
Although it was nearly the end of fall, it was a beautiful night and Antonio walked Destiny home to her apartment on Seventy-fifth and First.
“So,” Destiny began. “Where are you from?”
“I was born in Puerto Rico, but my family and I moved to New York when I was four years old. What about you?” Antonio asked. “Where are you from?”
“I grew up in Harlem.”
Antonio’s eyes were piercing. It made Destiny acutely uncomfortable, so she prattled on and on about being named after her mom’s midwife, going away to college and her job until Antonio suddenly asked, “Do I make you nervous?”
“No,” Destiny responded quietly. “It’s just—when you look at me, I feel like you’re boring a hole through me.”
Before she could elaborate, Antonio kissed her full on the lips, his tongue probing deeply, explor
ing her entire mouth. His kiss left her feeling dizzy.
“Does that help?” he asked, as he released her.
“Yeah, a little,” she responded with a smile.
When they got back to her place, Destiny invited Antonio upstairs for a cup of coffee. She was still jumpy and Antonio knew just what would ease her tension.
“Destiny, I’d like to show you something.” She was sitting on the stairs of her duplex and Antonio got up from her white leather couch and stood in front of her. He unfastened the belt to his pants. Her head kept telling her this was too soon, but unadulterated lust left her mesmerized and wanting more. Antonio allowed his pants to drop to the floor. The sight of him standing before her complete with bulging black bikini briefs and well-cut physique made her mouth water. Destiny barely had enough time to absorb the appeal of his masculine form when he removed all of his remaining clothing, including his briefs, revealing the largest dick she had ever seen in her life. He had to be fifteen inches long. Destiny had seen her fair share of dick, but this was not like anything she had ever seen before. This was like going to a museum and being compelled to touch the fascinating exhibit, but afraid of what would happen if you did. Destiny suddenly wondered if she could handle it.
“Touch it,” Antonio said.
He didn’t have to say it again. Destiny wrapped her hand around his cock and if it were even possible he got even harder. She got so hot and wet she could feel the lips of her pussy swelling. She would soon find out whether or not her pussy could accommodate his massive cock. She slowly began licking the tip. He was enormous and tasted like heaven. She licked and sucked the head of his cock; her sucking and his shallow breathing occupying the silence. Destiny relaxed her throat and bent her head further back, grabbed his muscular, toned ass and guided him ’til he was standing directly over her. And, as Antonio gripped both banisters for leverage, she took more of him inside of her mouth and began to stroke his dick with her mouth.
Despite his size, she managed to deep-throat his cock. She got as much of him inside as she could and fucked his cock with her mouth, gagging just a little each time the head of his cock hit the back of her throat, causing Antonio to moan uncontrollably. She released his lengthy steed and began flicking her tongue from his balls to the underside of his cock until he couldn’t stand it any longer. She made sure there wasn’t an inch of him that went unattended. She nibbled on his balls as his body trembled. When she grabbed his butt cheeks, he squirmed. She removed her right hand from his beautiful tanned ass and brought her fingers down to where she was still massaging his balls with her mouth. She used the nail of her purple, manicured index finger to trace a line between his balls and his ass, all while taking his entire sac into her mouth and sucking lightly. She released the hold her mouth had on his balls and began licking his sac. With her other hand she began jerking him off.
As she sucked and jerked him into a frenzy, she took the finger that was busy stimulating that place between his balls and his ass and put it into her mouth to get it good and lubricated before she slipped a finger inside his asshole so she could massage his prostate. She went back to licking and sucking the tip of his cock and just when she thought he was about to explode inside of her mouth, he withdraw and spoke. His voice was husky and filled with desire when he spoke to her in his native Spanish tongue: “No mas, amor, yo no he terminado contigo.” Not yet, baby, I’m not finished with you.
Destiny had no idea what he had just said, but she was sure he would show her. He helped her up from the stairs, gently laid her on the floor and undressed her. Destiny lay there clad in a black silk thong, so aroused she could smell the scent of her own juices filling the air.
“Baby, I want to taste you,” Antonio remarked. He stroked her face and kissed her so deeply he took her breath away. She needed him inside of her.
Antonio took turns kissing, sucking and licking the curve of her neck. His tongue traveled down to her breasts, sucking her nipples until they were so hard she could barely feel them. His artful tongue licked the droplets of sweat gathered near her belly button. While he licked her flat taut belly he took his fingers and entered her pussy. He fingered Destiny with first two, then three fingers until he was able to get his entire hand inside of her, fistfucking her pussy ’til Destiny thought she might pass out from its intensity. She squirmed, but Antonio held fast to her all the while taking turns feasting on each of her nipples, now so hard, they seemed ready to erupt. Antonio removed his fist, soaked with Destiny’s cum juices and put his fingers in her mouth, whispering in her ear, “Mira que rico pruebas.” (See how good you taste.)
Destiny attempted to speak and rise from the floor, but Antonio put one finger to her lips and said, “Shh.” His lips traveled down to Destiny’s clit and in no time it was as hard as Antonio’s cock. He licked and sucked her pussy until she ejaculated all over his face. She lay there as each wave of ecstasy caused her body to shiver and tremble. Before her last quake was barely completed, Antonio had entered Destiny with all fifteen inches of his manhood. After being fist-fucked by Antonio, Destiny was more than ready for him. She gasped and cried out in a voice that was almost unrecognizable. Antonio held on to her body with her legs wrapped around him and stroked her nice and easy, finding her G-spot with great ease.
“This is so fucking good,” was all Destiny kept saying.
Antonio looked Destiny directly in her eyes while he was inside of her and said, “Estoy contento que te gusta, amor. Quiero que te guste. Quiero que me desees.¿Me deseas, Destino?” (I’m glad you like it, baby. I want you to like it. I want you to want me. Do you want me, Destiny?) Then he said in English, “Do you want me? Tell me you want me, Destiny.”
This was more than Destiny could stand; his voice, the feel of him inside her. She was rocked by another earth-shattering orgasm. She cried out, “Yes, yes, I want you!” Antonio pulled out, removed the condom he was wearing, straddled Destiny’s face, and eased his cock into her mouth. Destiny sucked him even more intensely than she had earlier. Within moments Antonio shot gobs of sweet, hot nectar inside of her mouth and Destiny gladly swallowed every drop. They dozed off on the floor and in the middle of the night Antonio carried her upstairs to her bedroom.
Destiny awoke to the aroma of bacon frying in the kitchen. For a moment she thought she had dreamed it all, until she looked under the sheets at her still naked body. She put on her red bathrobe and went downstairs to the kitchen to find Antonio standing over the stove preparing breakfast, buck naked.
“Good morning, love,” Antonio said. “Sleep well?”
“Like a rock, thanks to you. I haven’t slept this late in ages.” It was 9:00 A.M. Usually Destiny was working on her third cup of coffee in the office at 7:00 A.M. The stale office coffee would have to wait today. She had a gorgeous hunk of a man in her kitchen fixing her breakfast.
“I assume you eat meat?” Antonio said, as he flipped the bacon in the pan.
Destiny chuckled. “Well, if I didn’t, after last night, I guess I do now.”
“Get back in bed;you’re spoiling my plans.”
Destiny raced upstairs and got right back in bed.
Antonio entered the room with a breakfast tray with coffee, bacon, scrambled eggs, toast, strawberries and freshly squeezed orange juice.
Destiny sampled some eggs, drank a sip of orange juice and sighed.
“I see your talents stretch above and beyond the bedroom,” she said.
“I wasn’t aware I had demonstrated any bedroom talents to you,” replied Antonio.
“You haven’t?” Destiny questioned.
“No, I haven’t,” Antonio said as he sat on the bed and inched closer to Destiny. “I didn’t get an opportunity to demonstrate my bedroom talents. You took advantage of me on the staircase before I had a chance.”
“I took advantage of you?” Destiny laughed. “I remember it differently.”
“Well, love, that’s my story and I’m sticking to it.”
He grabbed a piece of
bacon off of the plate and took a bite. He fed the rest of it to Destiny with some scrambled eggs and strawberries.
Destiny kept thinking how she could get used to this kind of treatment.
Antonio gave Destiny a soft peck on the lips and jumped off the bed. “I have to get to work. I’m gonna take a shower.”
“Okay,” Destiny answered.
While Antonio was taking his shower, Destiny realized how much she liked this guy and hoped this wasn’t one of those slam-bam-thank-you-ma’ams. She wanted very much to see Antonio again and again…and again….
As if reading her mind, Antonio shouted, “Do you have any plans tonight? I suddenly got this yen for hush puppies.”
Destiny joined Antonio in the shower and gave him her answer. She walked into the bathroom and dropped her robe to the floor, slid open the glass shower door and stepped in. She stood directly behind Antonio and wrapped herself around him. She picked up the bar of soap and lathered his chest. Before she could give some attention to his lower region, Antonio had already come to life. He turned to face her and put his arms around her. He stroked her back and caressed her face. He kissed her so sweetly, it was paradise. Antonio picked up the condom he had placed on the bathtub ledge, opened it and put it on, picked her up and slid her onto his pulsating cock. He gripped her buttocks and slid her up and down his long, thick cock. She wrapped her arms around his neck and enjoyed the ride. The water from the showerhead splashed and splattered against their bodies.
Antonio’s breathing was becoming increasingly labored. “Oh baby, I…I can’t hold it. Here it comes…here it comes! Your pussy is so fucking tight.” he roared. Antonio let out such a growl it was nothing short of primal.
Destiny’s body convulsed as she came with him. Antonio set her down and held her to him. After they had both recovered, they soaped each other’s bodies, stood together under the showerhead and allowed the warm water to revive them.
Antonio dressed and went downstairs. Destiny joined him and they locked together in a good-bye kiss.