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He did not ask my name; nor did I ask his. What did it matter? We had one mutual goal; to fuck the shit out of each other. That was apparently clear. That is exactly what we did.
We helped each other strip down to nothing. He pulled my thong off with his teeth; taking it and sucking on the middle like it was licorice. Then he pushed my breasts together and devoured them for a good five minutes. I had never cum before from a man sucking on my breasts but I squirted like a water gun.
I fingered his bald head as he ate my pussy and I was yearning to suck some dick; “my dick” but he was not having it. He wanted to get inside me and he rammed into me and took me for the ride of my life. My shoulders were the only things remaining on the table as he lifted my hips and caught a rhythm that damn near scared me. I had never been fucked so royally. Yet, there I was, on a bar table in Mexico, on a vacation by myself, fucking a bullfighter who had a dick so big that I could not fathom a jock strap big enough to hold it.
I thought about Aunt Maxie and how ashamed she would have been of my behavior. But Aunt Maxie was not there, Korey was not there, and I was going to be free; if only for a little while.
“My dick” never said a word to me directly. After everyone else left and I called him Papi, he simply tried to break my back. We fucked for a good two hours before I had to almost crawl out of there with an aching pussy and ass. I had this thing about ass play. That day the Corona bottle had done double duty.
I took a cab back to the hotel, took a long shower and then fell asleep until later that night. About ten, I woke up thinking about sucking dick. Shame on it but that was the first thing on my mind between the time I opened my eyes and the first blink. “My dick” was history, for we had not spoken; let alone exchanged contact information. Too bad because I knew he would not try to catch any feelings for me. Carmelo was a touchy matter, on the other hand. There was something about the night we had spent together that bothered me; it was too real.
Everything within me tried to prevent me from calling the front desk to complain about a dripping sink that was keeping me awake. Of course there was not a drip; except for the one between my legs from my natural juices waiting to be licked off of me. Within ten minutes Carmelo was knocking on my door. Less than two minutes off of that, we had commenced to fucking.
DAY THREE
A New Year, a New Dick
C armelo was off for New Year’s Eve. Just as well. I was getting too accustomed to being with him after a whooping–ass two days. There was a big celebration in the grand ballroom at the resort open to all who had reserved a seat ahead of time. I snagged the last seat at one of the tables closest to the stage and entered, wearing a tight gold-sequined floor-length gown—the one originally meant to make Korey’s eyes pop out. There was a man occupying the seat next to mine. He was gorgeous and, as it turned out, very, very nice.
His name was Enrique. He was from California. A long way from the motor city, Detroit. He was traveling alone because he needed a vacation. He said that he had been too busy lately chasing Benjamins to chase skirts. He was an IT guy—CEO of a privately held corporation—and thirty-three years old with no kids. For a second I thought he might be gay and able to afford the trip because he was in a DINK—double income no kids—situation. Sometimes they’ll leave their lovers at home to put on a front. After a few flutes of champagne and two dances with his hard dick pressed against my aching pussy, I knew he was down with the puddy.
There was an awesome band, an awesome show and even some performers there from Cirque du Soleil. They began to count down to the New Year, but I was already toasted before the toast. Enrique and I bumped glasses and then bumped lips. His tongue was sweet from the champagne. He was a fantastic kisser. I had been ready to get busy less than an hour after we began dining together. Now I did not want to waste another minute.
“Your villa or mine?” I whispered in his ear.
“Doesn’t matter, as long as wherever we go has a bed,” he replied. “Are you sure you want to do this? You seem a little tipsy and I don’t want to take advantage of you.”
“Trust me, this week is all about me taking advantage of the situation.” I eyed him seductively. “I want to go to your villa. I want to lie on your sheets and smell your cologne in my hair, all over my body, on my pussy. I want to lick every inch of you, from head to toe, as long as you return the favor.”
He grinned. “I’m an extremely good licker.”
Enrique was so fine in his tuxedo as I grabbed him by his bow tie and issued a weak threat. “You better be good. You better be damn good or else…”
“Or else what?”
“Or else I’m going to make you fuck me over and over again until you get it right.”
Enrique laughed, grabbed the back of my hair and yanked my head back. “Then I might mess up on purpose so I can keep you in my bed longer.”
Enrique and I did not leave his villa for the next three days. We ordered room service three or four times a day, licked food off each other’s asses and fucked and sucked like the final days arrived.
We did briefly leave the room one night. We snuck over to the pool. It was deserted at that time of night, we eased down into the corner of it, and fucked each other slowly against the wall. I went underwater and sucked him back into a hardened state; breathing through my nose and using his dick as a snorkeling tube. He grabbed my head and for a second, I thought he might drown me; he was so into it and not wanting me to come up for air.
After he was hard again, I stood and palmed the side of the pool while he entered me from behind. He lifted my feet up off the ground and my toes were dangling as he drilled his thick dick into my pussy. I heard a noise and just knew we were busted. It turned out to be an armadillo, an iguana, or some shit.
Enrique chided me. “What were you going to do if had been a person?”
“Shit, I don’t know. Ask them if they want to join, maybe?”
We both laughed.
“You know, I have to leave first thing in the morning
,” he said solemnly. “Are you going to come to California to see me? We’ve spent some special time together. I would like to continue to see what develops.”
I sighed; even though he was still digging my insides out. “I like you, Enrique. I like you and I love the sex but I’m confused right now. I didn’t come here to find a new man.”
“Then what did you come here for?” he asked.
