It was a few minutes after midnight and the apartment complex was quiet and serene. I stood in the middle of the cottage-style units, not sure where to go. Maricel had given me directions prior to arriving, but I’d forgotten them. I thought I’d be able to remember when I got there, but for some reason I couldn’t; maybe the anticipation of fucking this mature and sexy Chicana clouded my thoughts for a moment.
Just as I was about to send Maricel a text to ask for guidance, a pair of heels clacked against the concrete not far from where I stood. I walked in the direction of the sound and saw her standing there in a quarter-length silk robe and a pair of open-toed black heels that showcased her violet-colored pedicure. Her auburn hair was straight and evenly trimmed above her shoulders, and her bright red lips complimented her brown skin.
“You found me,” she smiled.
Her voice was sweet and raspy with a light, Spanish accent. She always spoke with confidence, especially when she talked about her two full-time jobs in the public sector — one during the week at a non-profit organization and the other on the weekends, supervising a homeless shelter. The hustle was necessary because she was saving to buy a house, but she didn’t mind because she loved the work she did.
Maricel took my hand and led me into her apartment. Her hand was soft, and her manicured fingernails matched the color of her toes. The door closed behind us and she turned on the light, revealing the clean and sparsely decorated living area with chocolate brown couches that contrasted the beige curtains over the windows. Her heels tapped louder than outside against the hardwood floor as she led me towards her bedroom.
The door of the adjacent bedroom was open and I could see a few items and clothing scattered about to know it belonged to a teenage girl; her daughter who’d just started her freshman year of college.
“I told her to close it before she left.”
Maricel released my hand, walked over to the door and shut it.
“She’s at her friend’s house tonight, so don’t worry.”
“Perfect,” I grinned.
She took my hand again and let me into her bedroom, closing the door behind us. It was large and neat, though she disagreed because of the small laundry pile at the foot of the bed. I removed my sweater and put it on the seat of a custom street bike that leaned against the wall, and she confronted me with a soft kiss on the lips. We hugged for a moment then I kissed her cheek and noticed that I’d left an imprint with her lipstick.
“Oops, got some of you on you,” I joked.
“Do you mind?”
“Not at all.”
She removed her robe and revealed the dark corset; a few tiny ribbons decorated the waist and hugged her curvy frame. She turned off the main light, leaving us with only the illumination from a candle that burned on a computer desk.
We lied on the bed and chatted for a while with some laughter in between, maneuvering into various resting positions; the final posture of comfort was I on my back, her head on my shoulder and her leg draped over mine.
My dick was ready to burst out of my pants when we started kissing. Slow and passionate, we sucked and bit each other’s lips as our tongues did some deep, slow dancing in between.
Her fingers played along my waist until they made their way onto my bulging manhood.
“Is that your dick I’m feeling?” she moaned.
“Could be. You should check to be sure.”
She gently squeezed the curve of my shaft.
“It’s so thick,” she said, rising onto her knees. “So why do I have my clothes off and you have all of yours on?”
“You’ve got lingerie and heels on.”
“That’s less than you.”
I arched my back as Maricel slid down my pants and boxers. Her hair curtained the view as her warm mouth as encompassed my meat. After a few deep and impressive strokes, her head rose with a loud gasp and clumps of drool spilled onto my thighs. She slurped all of it up and took me in again, her mouth much wetter and sloppier. I held back the drapes of hair and watched her work her magic, enjoying the sounds of her guzzling my meat.
When she was done, I unfastened the corset and sucked on her plump breasts once they were exposed. Her fingers dug into the sides of my head as I moved between her tits with my lips and tongue, sucking them with the same passion she had when sucking my cock.
“You ready to have me inside of you?” I asked.
“You tell me.”
Maricel guided my hand onto her wet pussy. She was ready.
I slipped on a condom and she mounted me. My manhood went deeper into her wetness with every thrust of her hips. She moved slowly at first, letting my cock fill and stretch her until she took all of me in. Her fingernails dug into my chest as she picked up the pace. I sucked on her tits again as they bounced in front of me; her moans became louder as her nipples grew between my lips.
When she slowed, I turned her over and fucked her from behind, pulling those auburn strands while admiring her thick, brown ass bouncing against me. She reached back and pushed my waist to prevent me from going too deep, but I took her by the wrist and drilled her into a screaming fury. After one ear-piercing scream, I removed my cock and slapped it against her ass.
“Fuck it like you want it,” I commanded. “All of it.”
I put myself back inside and her hands pressed against the cushioned headboard. She moved her ass back and forth so ferociously I didn’t have to move at all. The sweat from her scalp turned her straight locks into curls between my fingers as she stopped, her body quivered, and she let out another primal scream.
Turning her over into missionary, I spread her thick thighs and delivered long and deep strokes that filled her tunnel to its end.
“Wait,” she said, stopping me. “If you keep doing that I’m gonna squirt.”
“Good, I want you to.”
“Not on these sheets.”
Another slow and deep thrust. She stopped me again, but after a few more touches of my meat against her rear wall, her arms and head began to swing erratically. I hooked the bend of my thumb onto her bottom teeth and made her face me.
“You like this don’t you?” I asked.
“Yes!”
Her eyes rolled back as I drove into her faster.
“Lance, Lance, Lance! Oh my God, I’m gonna squirt,” she panted.
“Do it baby.”
“No, no… shit!”
Her body froze and her head turned aside. The walls of her pussy squeezed against my cock and I felt her vaginal muscles forcing me out. I tried to stay in, but the pressure was too strong.
I pulled out and watched the fountains of juice spew from her gaping pussy. She tried to cover it with her hand, but it gushed from between her fingers. When the spewing stopped, she let out a heavy sigh and looked at the puddles she’d made.
“Fuck, I just washed these.”
“Well, they’re already wet so there’s nothing to be cautious about anymore,” I laughed.
“Very funny.”
I slid inside of her again. Her eyes rolled and arms flailed until I felt her pussy contracting, which was perfect timing because I was ready to cum. I pulled out and she sprayed my stomach and legs, then I removed the condom and stroked myself above her breasts. She held them together as I released a massive load across her chest, then put my cock between her tits and let her massage my meat, using my cum as a caressing lubricant.
“You’re gonna help me wash these,” she nodded towards bedspread, soaked with islands of her essence.
We both laughed. She was right, it was the least I could do.
-MM
April 12, 2018
Very enjoyable read. Thanks
April 15, 2018
Sounds exciting!!
April 17, 2018
Great read make me crave for more 😀
April 17, 2018
Didn’t I hear this while sippin’ that ultra smooth Brandy down in the seculded Seaside Cantina’? ‘Memba… In Baja back when. Well either way, made me smile on the recall.
Keep doin’ what U do.
April 27, 2018
Great article!!! I want more 😀
March 16, 2019
Got damn that was hot
August 31, 2022
Be beautiful enough to feast the eyes
October 12, 2022
Happy everyday!