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Your First 3way

Where in my own passion will he take me? You feel excited, you always do before seeing him. You think to yourself; "He must plan for days, before seeing me". Every time you see him, It's like getting on a ride, a wild, unhindered, crazy and sometimes scary sexual ride. You smile to yourself, because your pussy's already wet and no matter how scary it gets, you can't stay away from him. As far as sex goes you trust him more than any man. Past, present and most probably future.

He's become your guide, your guide to the deepest recesses of your own lust. He has become sex to you, He is your most overwhelming passion.

You feel your beeper vibrate, a chill runs through your body, he's ready for you, You got the room number, you drive a little faster, he's waiting and wanting, wanting what he always wants . . . you.

You arrive at the Airport executive hotel, like so many times before, ready to fuck your man., ready to ride that ride, ready for me. I meet you at the door I kiss you wet and passionately. I touch you, your body, your breast, your ass, I touch your pussy through your skirt. To my surprise you're already wet, your already wanting, your already anticipating, craving me, my body, craving my tongue and hard dick. I lead you to the bed, all the time kissing you, touching you ravishing you with my mouth and tongue. I throw you down on the bed, down on your back, I whisper in your ear "Hold on Baby, I've got some surprises for you ." I undress you, slow and deliberately. The material of your own clothes caressing you as I slide off your skirt and blouse. Your nipples harden as they meet the cool air of the room.

I ease off your panties slowly down over your ass, over your thighs and down past your ankles. My face passes so close, so very close to your pussy, that I can feel the heat from that deep, wet hole. I lean over and gently, tenderly kiss that wet, warm, throbbing pussy of yours. You sigh and your body trembles. You lie there now naked and vulnerable. You see your self in the ceiling mirror and think "Today, whatever he wants".

I reach toward the night table and produce a hand full of silk stockings. Carefully I take your hands and start to tie them to the bedpost. You let me tie you up, you always let me do whatever I desire. As I gently tie each wrist, all you can think about is; you want some dick, you want some hard cock now. Throbbing in your mouth, slamming over and over again into your wanting pussy or easing into your tight black asshole, you don't care, but you want it, you need it, you need a hard black dick. While I tie you up you can see my dick through my jeans . . . hard, rock hard. You want to touch it, kiss it, caress it, swallow it whole, feel it inside of you, but I continue to tie you up, occasionally touching you, touching your wet, throbbing, anxious pussy, but never sticking my fingers inside, always leaving you in need of the penetration you crave. It wouldn't be so bad if you could not see my cock though my jeans, couldn't see how hard I was, couldn't see a dick craving for your pussy, craving to be in you and only you. When I finish, I stand back, I look at you, I circle the bed looking at you. I take off my shirt, you notice I've been to the gym. My chest looks bigger, harder, shapelier. My arms look strong and big. My shoulders wide and hard. You do love muscles on a man. You want to reach out and touch my body, but you can't, you're tied up, helpless. You ask; " What are you going to do to me?" . I smile at you, a smile full of mischief, a bad boy smile. I reach into my bag lying by the side of the bed. I take out a cassette tape, I place it in the player I brought and press play. You hear the unmistakable African drum beat of island dance music. The drums go right through you, filling you, caressing you, making you dizzy with passion. I return to my bag and slowly pull out a bottle of that strawberry lubricating jelly that I love so much. How many times have I smacked that cool jelly on your cunt and asshole? How many times have I smeared it on my hard black dick and fucked you for hours? How many times have you tasted it as I fucked your mouth. I lay the bottle across your stomach. You shudder a bit at the coldness of the bottle.

I reach into the bag again and slowly pull out that big black . . .

Extension, that's what you called it, this huge black cock thing. You look at it, you can't take you eyes off of it. It looks bigger then before. You flash back on how it felt inside of you, filling you, while I filled your mouth with my cock. My hard black dick of skin and muscle, moving in and out of your mouth, fucking your mouth, fucking your throat, fucking your entire head. All the time sliding the huge cock thing in and out of your wanting pussy, damn that was good. You almost cum now as I lay the cock thing on your stomach, like a surgeon preparing his instrument table.

Suddenly there's a knock on the door. I go to answer it. You're worried, who can it be? You hear a voice, a woman's voice, I seem to know her, still you're worried. I invite her in, now you're more worried. Why are you tied up? Who is this person? Why did I let her in?

You see her for the first time, a black woman, a beautiful black woman with a muscular build and an exquisite face. She enters the room and looks at you, at your body, tied up and helpless. The first thing you notice is her skin color, it's beautiful, a little lighter then mine and so smooth and unblemished it reminds you of melted milk chocolate pouring out of a hot cauldron. You look over her body, she's taller than you, but not as tall as me, her legs long and shapely. She 's wearing a pair of "Daisy Duke" shorts and a white tank top tee shirt. You scan her legs from her ankle bracelet, up to her full athletic calves. You follow the curve of her thighs, all the way to the roundness of her hips. You try not to look at her crotch, but you do. You're surprised to find that your licking you lips in anticipation. Her stomach is flat, not muscular, but rippled just enough to be sexy, but it's her breast that hold your attention.

They're not huge, but they are large, large and perfect. Round and full, they stretch the fabric of her simple white tank top. You wonder how old is she? Who is this woman with the runners legs and the tits of a seventeen year old? She smiles at you and you notice her rich full lips and straight white teeth on a face dominated by two large, soulful almond shaped brown eyes. She is in a word . . . Gorgeous.

You start to say something, but she places one finger to your mouth and goes "shhh...." Her lips puckered as she shhh...'s you, she leans her face over yours, removes her finger from your mouth and you feel her warm breath on your face right before she kisses you. A shot of electricity runs through your body, you feel her lips sweet, full and soft against yours. As she kisses you, you feel the soft round curls of her shoulder length hair on your cheeks, it turns you on. She whispers in your ear in a low husky voice and an island accent "You promise not to move pretty woman." With one nod of your head, you surrender to her.

She opens the bottle of strawberry lubricant and dabs some on her fingers. Placing the bottle to the side, she runs her finger across your parted lips. You taste the strawberry, it reminds you of me. Then placing her entire finger in her mouth, slowly and erotically she sucks it clean. She reaches toward your stomach again and picks up the huge black cock thing. She strokes it once or twice, then holding it by the end glides it up across your torso, from your freshly shaven pubic area to your sensitive breast. You want to tell her how much you crave dick. Tell her about how much cock you've had and how much more you want, but you don't. Then with a sly wink to you she places it aside.

She reaches up to your hands and unties them. You had almost forgotten you were tied up at all. You notice my puzzled expression across the room. The woman looks at me and playfully sticks her tongue out at me.

You notice how long and thick her tongue is, you want that tongue inside of you, you think to yourself. She leans over you again and looks down the length of your body. She runs her hand down your torso, from your breast, down to your pussy. She lightly touches the outside of your pussy, you're so wet, that's all she needs. Bringing her fingers wet with your juice to her mouth, she licks her fingers, hungrily. Her tongue almost too long to be real, it snakes around her fingers like it had a mind of its own. Again she swipes her hand across your pussy, one finger finding its way between your moist and quivering labia. This time, despite your promise not to move, you rock your hips forward to meet the motion of her hand. She stares at you and holds her hand up like kids do when they imitate the spout in the tea cup song.

She motions with her finger and I appear behind her. She brings her hand to my mouth and I take her fingers, my tongue licking probing, sucking on her fingers wet and tasting of you. I hold her hand to my mouth and with my free hand I reach around and cup her large firm breast. You see her back arch as she responds to my touch and rubs her ass against my crotch. She continues to stare at you, her eyes no longer soulful, now they burn with passion, passion for you, passion for me. She's a predator this woman, a sexual predator and we're her prey. She removes her blouse, her generous full breast now in full view, her large, dark nipples' hard and erect. I kiss her neck passionately. My hands running over her body in rhythm with the music, that driving, lustful music.

She turns away from you and toward me. Her long tongue licking my chest and stomach. As she removes my jeans. You see my cock, hard, swollen ready to burst out of its skin, the fat head moist and glistening in anticipation. With her back to you, she removes her shorts and panties, bending over as she does. You see her perfect black ass, the mounds firm, rounded and tight. Beneath the mounds of flesh you see her clean shaven glistening pussy in all its wetness.

You can't help it, you start to touch yourself. Touch your soaking wet pussy. Rubbing, massaging and controlling your own pleasure.

She turns toward you and sees what you're doing. You use your free hand to hold your breast and suck on it. You stretch your tongue over your nipple. She sees the length and talent of your tongue and she is pleased. She pants, her eyes roll and her knees buckle slightly. You got to her, you turn her on. She recovers and smiles at you as if you've challenged her. she turns to me, grabs my shoulders and turns me slightly, so my right side now faces you. She kneels in front of me, my dick pointing into her face. Gently cupping my balls in one hand and holding my shaft in the other, she licks the glistening head of my cock, turning her head so she can see you and you can see her, showing off for you. You moan and your hands work rapidly on your sopping wet pussy.

She opens her mouth, wide, then slowly guides the cock in. Your mouth mimicking the movements of hers, as your one hand massages your pussy and the other caresses your breasts. My hard cock glides in her mouth, deeper, deeper and deeper still. My pole disappearing in her moist and talented mouth. Her full lips inching down the shaft of my rippled muscle. The deeper down her throat she takes me, the deeper your fingers delve into your quivering, black pussy. She swallows my dick whole, her lips touching my pubic hair, her eyes on you. As she pulls back her head, it reminds you of a magic trick, as more and more dick emerges from the dark wetness of her mouth. You watch again as she swallows, this time faster, harder and deeper. Her head begins to bob back and forth, back and forth, faster and faster, harder and harder.

You plunge four fingers deep inside of your craving hole, Your mouth sucks on an imaginary cock of its own. Then she stops, her mouth leaving my dick completely. Her attention now focused on you.

Suddenly, her face is over yours. She kisses you, kisses you hard. Her tongue searching, probing, overwhelming the inside of your mouth. Her hands working feverishly over your body, your hands do the same to hers. Her entire body, her breasts, her legs, her incredible ass, her gorgeous cunt, you feel it all, hungry for her, drunk in the sensation of her. She's on the bed now, one knee touching your crotch. You grab the back of her thigh and rub your pussy firmly on her leg, feeling her smooth skin and the firm muscles underneath. She kneels on the bed, moving you and her toward the center. Lifting your shoulders up so your sitting straight legged, facing her. She grasps the back of your head and places her magnificent unbelievably firm tit in your mouth. You lick her large and stiff nipples with abandon, grabbing her tittys with both hands, massaging them, trying to stick them all in your mouth. With a firm hand she guides your head from tit to tit. She starts to stand on the bed, all the time guiding your head across her chest, across her stomach, across her shaved pubic bone and finally .

. .finally into her wet, plump, cherry dark cunt.

You're lost in the moment, lost in the music, lost in her body. What strikes you most is the heat radiating from her dark rich pussy. It feels good on your face. You roll your face in the softness of the pussy. Feeling the warmth and wetness on your lips and cheeks. You get up to your knees. You want to eat her and you want to do it right.

Tentatively your tongue probes the outer pussy lips, outlining the landscape of her vagina, exploring every fold, every flap, every curve of this sweet thing men (and now you) want. You start to enter her with your tongue, tasting the tangy sweet juice that flows from her. Your tongue probes deeper, feeling the fleshy walls of her pussy on the sides of your tongue, feeling the lips of her cunt engulf the sides of your mouth. Every turn of your head, every lap of your tongue, brings her more and more pleasure. Her grip on the back of your head tightens as you thrust and snake your tongue in her rich, plump and dark hole. "Go on girl!" You hear me say, as she, this sexual predator succumbs to your tongue and mouth. She moans as she pushes her pussy into your mouth and with her hand, your head into her pussy. You grab her ass. Smooth and round, her cheeks filling your palms and fingers with firm young meat, and you pull, you pull her hips toward you, till you swear your whole face will enter her. She lets out a gasp (she's cumming). Her knees bend, her legs weak (she's cumming). You feel her pussy contract against your tongue (she's cumming). She grabs your head with both hands ("Go on girl") and every muscle in her body contracts, releases, flexes, contacts, releases, flexes for what seems like an eternity (your cumming). You hold her, you feel yourself tensing (cum for me, Baby). You can hardly breathe (cum for me, Baby). You feel the rush, the overwhelming rush as your whole body screams ("Go on girl"). You cum, over and over. Your body contorts, your muscles contract. ("Damn, girl")

Suddenly, she pushes you, throwing you flat on your back, abruptly and forcibly she spreads your legs, exposing your freshly shaven pussy to her, me and the ceiling mirrors. She wastes no time at all, she buries her head between your thighs. Her tongue, that long wonderful tongue twisting, turning, darting, moving, digging, probing, deep, deep inside, lapping furiously outside, lapping like a Saint Bernard at a water dish, her head moving up and down, back and forth. You spread your legs wide. You want her in deeper. You're mad with pleasure. You see a dick, a hard wet dick near your face. You almost forgot, it's me, it's my swollen cock in your face. You take me in like a woman starved for a man. One hand between my thighs, holding my ass, moving my hips, making your mouth and throat feel like they're being fucked, being fucked real damn hard. Your other hand holds her head, making her face fuck your cunt. Our rhythms alternate, she's in, I'm out, she's out, I'm in, in, out, out, in. The dance music drums now seem louder, closer, all around you, inside of you. She buries her tongue deep, deep inside of you, you swallow my cock deeper then ever before. You feel like gagging, but you don't, instead you squeeze your throat around my cock, massaging it with your throat, fucking me with your throat ("Go on girl!").

I pull out of your mouth. My cock hard, swollen, stiff. I walk behind her, I lift her up, pulling her away from your pussy. I lay her on her back, her head at the foot of the bed. I tell you to straddle her face, while facing me. I stand by the foot of the bed kissing you, as you ride her face, ride her tongue. I kiss you deep, you feel my tongue, my love and my approval. I work my way down to your breasts, working them, sucking licking, kissing them. Lower and lower my tongue moves till I reach your beautiful black craving pussy. Her tongue still deep inside of you, my tongue rapidly flicking your clit. Our tongues dance joyfully in and around your pussy. Our tongues meet inside that fiery, moist hole of yours. Playing, dancing, fighting, whatever they're doing, it feels incredible. You start to buck like a mustang that's never been broken. Her hands and mine meet on your ass, our fingers interlaced as we hold on, trying to keep our mouths working in your hot and tasty cunt.

I stop and tell you to turn around, you turn still straddling her face. I say "eat her, Baby, eat her while I fuck the shit out of you.

You lean forward, your face again in that juicy, plump dark pussy of hers. Your tongue immediately goes back to work. You feel her tongue on your pussy, what a tongue! Then she stops. Even though you can't see it, you know she's sucking on me, wetting my dick for your pussy.

Then you feel it, My cock hard, fat, stiff and throbbing. It parts your pussy lips and inches into you. A little at a time, first the head, then slowly the shaft inch by inch till I enter you, enter you completely. Her tongue wet and warm on your clit as my pole rams you, over and over and over again. Each stroke harder than the one before, harder, faster, again and again. You feel dizzy (your cumming). You swoon with lust for her cunt and my cock. She thrust her hips up, her pussy pressing against your face (she' cumming) Your tongue becomes possessed, it moves, thrust, circles like it had a mind of its own (your cumming). I'm slamming my cock in you now, SLAM. My thighs smack your ass, as my dick dives in your hole. SLAM, the smacking of skin, the feeling of cock stabbing and filling your wet, deep, wanting cunt (your cumming). You tense, your muscles contract, your cumming, Baby.

She's cumming, Baby. I'm cumming, Baby. You want to see it, you want to see your man cum. You stand up, throw me down on the bed, like a woman possessed. You go straight for my cock, taking it in your mouth, stroking it with your hands (your cumming). She follows your lead and joins you. Both of you lick and suck my bursting cock (your cumming) . You take turns feeding each other dick (Oh Baby, I'm cumming). You stroke its entire length, my thighs tighten (Oh Baby, I'm cumming). You watch my cock, it twitches, it jerks, it explodes (I"M CUMMING). My hot cum shoots, spurts and oozes out (I"M CUMMING, BABY). On your faces, on your tongues (Cum with me, Babe). You catch some in your mouth.(Cum for me, Baby). You lick some off her lips (Cum Baby, Cum for your man) Both of you lick it off my cock and balls (CUM BABY CUM). You rub my dick on your face and hers and feel yourself cumming over and over and over again. The warm juice flowing from your body, soothing you, overwhelming you, draining you till you lay there exhausted, fulfilled and for the first time since you last saw me . . . satisfied.

We lie there for what seems like for hours. Feeling each other breathing, hearing each others hearts beat. The smell of our mingled juices aromatic and soothing. Finally, I stand up and go to the bathroom. You look at her, but don't speak, you don't need to, both of you understand each other.

I return from the bathroom and notice the lubricant, silk stockings and huge cock thing lying on the night stand, unused. I pick them up and look at each with that "Hey, I've got an idea" look in my eyes.

You stare at me for a while and finally ask; "What are you thinking?"

I smile at you, a smile full of mischief, a bad boy smile . . .