A Lunch Meeting with Dulce

The unbearable humidity of New York City in July had everyone staying inside their office buildings and ordering lunch. A small three dollar tip could get some hardworking immigrant to do the sweating and walking (or riding) for you. Ninety-eight degrees with a heat index of one hundred and three is not to be fucked with.

Of course with all of the extra orders it was taking my lunch and extra long time to arrive. A normal twenty minute window expanded to forty-five. I had time to roam the halls and the other floors. Maybe I'd catch a glimpse of a sexy new somebody in the lobby.

Five minutes into my wandering, I turned a corner and saw Dulce swaying toward the outer most doors of the offices where she worked.

She had on a flowing sundress which still showed off her wide hips, small waste and small firm tits. The halter exposed her arms which were showing the impressions of her workouts.

I cleared my throat loudly.

Dulce flipped her wavy hair over one shoulder and with a smirk stopped her four inch heels from advancing into the door.

"Yes?"

"I guess brother's been poppin that yang all day…" I shrugged.

"Wear a dress to work and everyone wants to comment."

"I'll leave you alone."

"No. Come walk me to my office so all of the fools will see you and stop their Mmms and oh damns!"

Great. Now I'm security.

…But I wasn't mad.

Dulce linked her arm with mine. The smell of her perfume lightened my step.

As we walked, her hips swayed and brushed mine. I immediately had flashbacks of her nude skin on mine, her touch, her taste, the spanglish she spoke when I entered her. The Spanish she spoke when I made her climax.

It seemed so long ago.

"You're thinking bad thoughts, I can tell." She said.

I looked down to make sure I wasn't sporting wood.

She laughed.

We made it through her office with several side glances aimed in my direction. A few punk ass dudes flashed jealous looks.

I glared back. 'Say something…didn't think so'

She closed the door behind me.

"Thanks sexy." She moved closer.

"You're welcome."

Our lips touched.

"Nice dress."

"You're just thinking about what's underneath it."

"I am… What's back there?" I pointed to a closed door at the back of her office.

"Storage closet and temp controls. The building engineers have been in here three times already to turn up the a/c."

"Can I see?"

"The temp controls?" She stood with one leg kicked out so I could just view her thick calf beneath the dress.

"Yes.." I motioned her to the door.

She opened it. The room was dark except for the shaft of light that shone through the open door.

"Pretty cool in here."

"mmmhmm"

She kissed me as my hands found and firmly palmed her round ass. My hand found the loose material covering her breasts, slipped between it, then her bra and stroked the tip of her nipple with the tip of my finger. It responded to my touch by moving closer.

"We can't do this here."

"Just one moment…" My mouth watered.

I slid downward caressing the soft material of her dress. My knees found the floor and my hands the bottom hem of her dress. With a woosh I was beneath it and sinking lower. There was a scent of honeysuckle and ginger. My index finger slipped her thin thong to the side as I dipped lower.

Dulce expressed a low mumble.

My tongue touched her soft lower lips and kissed softly. These were the temp controls I like to manipulate. My hands held her steady then slid one of her thighs over my shoulder for easier access. There wasn't much time.

Her lips spread just slightly with my tongue. Her mild nearly imperceptible taste entered my mouth. She moaned softly as my tongue fluttered across her entrance and then up to her hard waiting clit.

Dulce's hips pushed forward as my tongue played against her clit. Her warm pussy pressed against my face in the darkness. My hands caressed the soft skin of her ass as she swayed with each tongue flick and lip suck.

I was greedy for her and rewarded her sexy waxed lips with a more slick warm attention. A hungry dirty freak on his knees sucking her clit in a room full of reams of paper and files.

Her mumbles rose to moans.

"Mmm, your tongue is good. Shit. Coño!" She pulled away, staggered backward and leaned against some shelves. "I can not fuck you in here."

"You weren't. I was tongue fucking you…" I said from my knees with a stiff dick battering from within my dress pants.

"Yeah there was only one place that was gonna go, you little freak." She slipped her hand under her dress and adjusted her panties to cover her wet pussy.

She smiled as I stood, approached her and rubbed my throbbing manhood against the soft material between her legs.

"Mmmm..call me later…"

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

"Shit!" She whispered. "Put that away." She pushed the tent in my pants downward.

"It won't go away if you touch it." I said.

I sat in her guest chair as she answered the door.

It was the building engineer again,

"Sorry, they want the a/c turned up again." He said.

"Yeah, It's hot in here." I bellowed.

Dulce gave me the 'smart ass' look.

"I gotta run. Thanks for lunch, Dulce. We'll chat later."

"Ok!" She said chipper as a chipmunk.

I walked through the office on the way out and gave a wink to one of her jealous co-workers.

"Stay cool out there, homie." I nodded.

I headed to the lobby where my delivery guy had been impatiently waiting.

"Sorry for the wait. Keep the change."

He smiled a big happy grin, but not as big as mine.

They call me The Fury and I like to eat out for lunch.

Tip

Dulce lay in post-orgasmic bliss. Her dark brown hair billowed from her head across the white pillow like smoke from incense. She wiggled beneath the sheets feeling the thread count caress her smooth caramel skin. Firm round bottoms like hers were a one in a million. Her million circled and gyrated in the bed in need of more touch.

She jumped slightly startled when I introduced my soft lips to the nape of her neck and kissed. She held her hair aloft so I could kiss higher. Her sweet scent filled my nostrils and conjured a bigger engorgement below. I was already erect. The feel of her skin grew me.

Our warm skin touched at every point possible in a spooning position. I lifted one of her legs slightly and pushed it forward. She took the hint and pushed her waiting sex back toward me.

Dulce's head drifted backward as I felt how warm and moist her lower lips were against the shaft of my member. I guided between the tight squeeze of her thighs and pouting wet kitty. I didn't enter. I just massaged her there.

The soft helmet of my soldier massaged the lady in her boat.

Her clit grew harder with excitement.

Patience.

I slowly massaged her more. Just the tip. Just her clit. Just a slow massage. Repeatedly felt her. Needed to please her.

"Mmmm. You don't even have to put it in. I can cum just like this..." She sighed.

"Shhhh." I whispered in her ear. I knew already...

A slow massage. My warmth mingled with hers. Her lower lips parted just slightly from the movement introduced by my manhood. Her arousal leaked across my shaft in slow slick drips coating me with her caramel.

Our hips had once moved in tandem. Now hers were faster. Urgently pushing back against me.

I increased my speed. My tip caressed her clit faster. The soft sensation of her hood revealed an even more excited partner.

My lips kissed her neck slowly. My one hand not pinned below my body waved slowly over her womanly hips and up her side.

Her moans grew slowly until she was in full joyful moan. The sheets below me, pulled taut balled in her shivering fists. The exasperated rapid breathing echoed off the cold walls. As her own walls released more slick caramel against my throbbing thickness.

Dulce turned looking over her shoulder at me, her lips slightly parted. Her mouth taking in air. Her eyes were dream filled. She licked her full lips wanting more. Below the sheets, her hand took hold of my girth and felt her own slick product along it.

"Oh wow." She whispered.

She didn't want to relinquish her full touch as I slid on a condom. At least one of her fingers touched my dick at all times during the process.

Snaking my head around her side, I took her erect nipple between my hungry lips then slowly filled her with my furious tool. A pleading whimper escaped her throat as I reached the deepest end of her caramel factory.

"Yes just like that." She said as she rode another wave.


They call me The Fury, may I massage you with the tip?

The Matrixxx

My eyes opened slowly and stared at the window. The growing light of dawn had just begun to creep through the blinds. The blinds weren't mine...

I could feel the warmth of a body behind me, Her scent was everywhere. On the pillowcases, the sheets, on my hands. Her flowery scent was in my nostrils. I could taste the remnants of her honeysuckle on my tongue. The night before had been the host for quite a session.

I rolled over to see her dark hair photo shoot messy against the crisp pillow case. You know how in those magazines where the model is supposed to have messy hair, but it looks delicately placed. That was her. Perfect even the night after I fucked her to collapse. I lifted the covers and glanced beneath them to catch another look at her wondrous cinnamon colored curves. Her silky black hair raced down her back and stopped just before blessing me with a view of her plump round ass.

My early morning erection throbbed lustfully. I slid closer to her and spooned her warm body closer to mine. The soft tip of my anxious cock caressed the soft mounds of her ass. I arched my back, pivoted here and there and caressed the plump lips of her pussy with it. I eased my motions, slowly caressing her. One stroke shot through her body like an electric shock. Dulce's head jerked backward. Her shoulders tensed then relaxed. Her small, soft hand reached back and grabbed my thigh. Her hand caressed my thigh with the same rhythm as my manhood on the lips of her kitten.

I needed to feel more. My left hand slid across her arm and over her body to a welcoming erect nipple. I caressed it between my thumb and forefinger enjoying the softness of her skin. A soft moan left her lips.

"You're baaaaaaaad" Dulce said with a soft morning voice.

"I can be worse." I purred into the nape of her neck.

"Let me see how bad, Mr. Fury." Her hips pivoted with mine stroking the tip of my dick harder.

I leaped from the bed and commandeered a Magnum XL from its box. Halfway through sheathing my ready cock, she turned, placed a hand on my chest.

"Wait, what time is it? We both have to go to work today." She warned.

"We have time." I blocked her eyes from seeing the alarm clock and kissed her neck.

My nose was welcomed with more of her sweet scent. She moaned and gave in to her own lust. Laying back on her side, Dulce arched her back, and raised her leg slightly to allow passage of my dick between the tight cheeks of her ass. She welcomed me with warmth, wetness and a purring moan as I entered her. She pushed backward toward me taking more of my thick manhood. My hand grabbed her hip and pulled myself deeper. Our rhythm sped up with each subsequent stroke. We must have looked like a two headed snake beneath the covers swiveling and bucking against each other. My hand grabbed her long hair and pulled her head backward.

"Mmm yes! Gimme! Fuck me like that." She moaned.

"Gimme your pussy, Dulce." I groaned overcome with the sensations of her tight sex squeezing against my dick.

But I wanted more. I wanted to feel her. I wanted to see her. I pushed the covers off .

"Wait.." I slowly pulled my slick covered dick from her.

She was perplexed and panting.

I took her hand and pulled her up and off the bed. She smiled as I sat in the chair near her bed. My wanting tool throbbed straight up begging for her to take me again. Dulce glanced at the clock.

"Whoa! The alarm is about to go off.." She frowned.

"Fuck the time. That's all man made. We're in our own world right now."

"Oh we're in the matrix, huh?"

"Yes." I pleaded.

She stood in front of me. All power. Cinnamon skin, dark eyes, small breasts with erect mocha nipples. Her hips wide and her thighs flexed under the unsteady balance she took. She swung her hair over one shoulder and wrapped a hand around my neck. She straddled me slowly wrapping her slim fingers around my dick and guided it back to her tight kitty.

She moaned loudly as I re-entered her. Dulce wanted to ease onto me, but I pulled her down straddling me. She screamed as I reached her deepest spot. Her hands squeezed my shoulders as she rode me. My hands pulled her by the hips as she worked them to a sexy rhythm. Her ass slapped against my sweat covered thighs. She came loudly grinding against me.

Suddenly, the alarm sounded. She motioned to stop, but I pulled her closer. The annoying buzz would halt on its own.

I cupped her ass and refused to let her stop.

"Oooh! Yeah! Oooh yeah! Oooh yeah!" She moaned with a whimper.

Dulce's sweet syrup oozed between us. She gripped harder against my neck as the aftershock of her next orgasm caused her legs to shake and buck upward.

"Yes. Ride this dick, darling." I spoke with no hindrance. No volume control. The neighbors could hear me.

I sucked her hard nipples as she showed me the rhythm that came with fucking a woman of her Black and Latina background. She worked her hips against me, grinding her clit against my pelvis while digging deeper on her deep spot. She pushed backward taking advantage of length and took me even deeper.

"Yes! Ooh shit!" She screamed.

Her torso folded further backward. My hands held her up by her ass. Her head fell backward arching further as her hips gyrated against my thickness. I marveled at the firmness of her tits as she bent, the muscles in her abs contracted as she threw her hands back. Her hips refused to stop. She fucked me harder grinding against my length. The tip of my dick rubbed deep against her inner wall.

Dulce pushed backward further. I held her ass steady against my dick as her fingers made contact with the floor. She leaned further in a full back bend as if Neo in the Matrix dodging bullets.

Fully backward...her hands on the floor...in a bridge position....

Her hips never stopped. I pumped from the bottom fucking her as she contorted her body and took my dick.

"Oh shit! yes!" She moaned.

Her arms flexed as she pumped back against me using the floor for leverage. The chair rocked under the weight and physics. Her hair brushed against the floor as her head tilted further. I cupped her ass and pulled myself deeper grinding my hips to her rhythm. She slowly rose from her gymnast pose. As she folded back towards me, her eyes fluttered open with a smile.

"I guess we know who is Neo." I joked.

"You like that?" She growled with a devilish grin.

I could only groan in agreement. With my hands cupping her ass, I rose from the chair and lifted her with me.

"Oh now you're gonna show off?" She said.

I lowered her legs to the floor and turned her back to me. She immediately took my guidance and placed her hands on the bed. Dulce's voice echoed across the walls when I took her from behind. Stroke after stroke I pounded to her passionate moans of "Yes!"

My hands slapped her ass cheeks. Right then left. Right then left. She yelped with the pain, but loved to have her ass smacked. The squeeze of her flower against my probe was intense. I slipped from within her and tossed the condom to the floor.

My hand stroked the sweaty engorged shaft as I watched her wind her ass cheeks. Her legs were spread wide, her hips didn't lie. She looked over her shoulder at me, not wanting to miss the moment.

"Yes give it to me! Cum on this ass, baby..." She purred as she bounced her ass cheeks.

The feeling was immeasurable. The pressure built with the sensations, scents and sight of Dulce's sexy skin and vibrating ass cheeks. I exploded in torrents across her cinnamon colored ass. She wound her hips as her skin accepted the deposit.

"Mmmmm. Look at youuuu" She smiled.

I held my manhood in my hands as I stroked myself coaxing the last few drops from their confines. She stood straight flexing her thighs and doing a full stretch extending her arms to the sky. I grabbed a nearby napkin and collected my lust from her thick legs and round ass.

"Flexible, huh..." I smiled.

She smirked.

"I didn't think I could do it, but then I realized I could and you...mmmm...yeah." She smiled.

"Well, I think I like the Matrix."

"I'm sure you do. I do..." Dulce said as she walked to the bathroom for her morning shower.

They call me The Fury I took the red pill, would you like one?

Floor Exercises

We were sitting on the couch talking about nonsense watching something nonsensical on television. I was very aware of why Dulce invited me over. The call came at 10:30. The invite came at 10:35.

"Wanna come through? I'm just chilling watching TV, bored." She said.

My eyes peeked over at her cinnamon skin and her almond shaped eyes. Her long black hair was pulled into a ponytail. Her curvy hips were squeezed into a tight pair of jeans. It was the variety of denim that accentuated the protruding ass she held. She'd removed the makeup she wore to work, but was sure to keep the lipgloss on. Her full lips hypnotically hinted for kisses and more when she spoke.

"Why are you looking at me? The TV is that way." She pointed.

"Did you ask me to come over to watch TV?"

"Maybe. What's wrong with that?"

"Nothing at all." I smiled and turned my gaze back to the TV.

She smirked.

"Want something to drink?"

I handed her my glass without a word and kept my gaze on the TV.

When she returned, she stood in front of me handing me the glass. I retrieved it and took a sip.

"You're standing in front of the TV." I said.

My eyes stared at her small waist and wide hips. I finally looked up into her eyes.

She smirked and had a seat next to me.

My hands slipped around her waist pulling her to me as my mouth tasted her neck. Her head rolled side to side. Dulce's eyes closed as she enjoyed my warm kisses.

"You're not watching TV." I whispered.

"Neither are you." She smiled with her eyes closed.

I pulled her to a sitting position on the floor, pushed her back to the carpet and kissed her stomach. Her head turned to the TV.

"I'm watching now." She smiled.

I unbuttoned her jeans and let my tongue slide across her waistline as soft purrs escaped her lips. I grabbed the back of her jeans and tugged them, only getting them to the middle of her plump ass before the material paused. Her ass was just too juicy to pull them down. She lifted the weight of her body onto her shoulder blades, arching her back. Her hands pushed her jeans down her hips to her lower thighs.

I kneeled, pulling her jeans from her legs. A pretty pair of beige satin striped panties glistened back at me. The small pink bow in front was whimsical. Her camel toe was urging. Her eyes smiled back at me. She bit her bottom lip.

Looking down my body, my raging erection was poking through the denim of my own jeans. She gazed at it then me...

"What you hard for?" She sassed.

I answered by planting my mouth between her thighs. Her smooth skin was warm on my lips. I kissed her thighs all the way down. My tongue traced her solid thick calves. I separated her legs with the palms of my hands. There was nothing I wanted more than to please her. Her soft mumbles spoke to me and I spoke back to her...with my tongue.

I don't remember how but soon she was naked except for her socks. My tongue touched her honeypot and spread the opening. It slipped higher to her clit and massaged her softly.

"mmmhmm mmmhmm mmhmm" She moaned.

I looked up to see her stomach moving in waves. Dulce's hard nipples poked and greeted the light of the television. Her eyes squeezed tightly as my tongue danced around her throbbing sex. I grabbed her hands and put them on the back of my head pushing my face with them.

I gave her the hint and the joystick.

At first she was shy then she got rid of that bullshit and pushed my head into her warm throbbing sex. She pushed me harder and rocked her hips. She moaned with it. She was enjoying the power.

"Yeah eat that pussy, Fury." She whispered.

I licked softer.

She pushed harder.

I licked softer...teasing her.

She pushed harder.

"Eat that motherfucker, Fury." Her head tossed side to side releasing her hair tie and sending her hair loose.

She was in control and I liked conjuring it from her.

I pushed my mouth closer to her. My mouth licked and sucked at her pulsing point. My manhood raged against my uncomfortable jeans. I took my hands off of her hips, unbuckled my pants and squirmed to push them to my ankles. My hand stroked my throbbing member as I sucked her. When she reached near the place of no return. I backed off. Teased her at the edge of the gates.

Down by my ankles, my fingers pawed at my pocket, retrieved the condom and spread it across my engorged instrument.

I sucked harder, licked faster. Her once dainty hands pressed the back of my head with strength now. Her mumbles, became moans. Her stomach moved in faster waves. Her nipples were stiff as pebbles. Her legs quaked. I knew the moment....

"FFFFFFFUUCkKKKKKKKK!" She screamed with her legs shaking.

Like a wild lion, I leaped forward on top of her. My throbbing manhood slid slowly inside her quickly pulsing honey. She clamped down on me tightly down there. Her sex squeezed me tightly with the strong grip of velvet suction. Dulce shook harder.

"Oh Yes! Deep!" She demanded. Her hands grabbed my ass cheeks and pushed me further.

She wasn't quite ready for what she asked for and screamed when I pressed as deeply as I could go. She wanted more. I gave it to her. Harder and deeper. Her legs flailed not knowing what to do with the pleasure.

I gripped her by the back of the neck and kissed her hard. She sucked her taste from my tongue then speaking into my mouth, wailed for more. I pulled out quickly.

"No. Why'd you take him outtttt." She panted.

Her answer came when she was pulled to her knees.

Her head dropped low, her back arched with it, her ass poked high as I slid deep. She threw her head back as I plunged. Her groans marched in my hears as my manhood filled her sweet velvet. My strong hands took her waist and pounded her with deep fuckstrokes. She needed more and I gave her it even harder. Dulce pushed back against me faster, I took the hint and gave it to her how she wanted it.

The friction of her carpet began to tear at my knees, but I wasn't concerned about myself. The last thing I wanted was for her to stop because she didn't want to walk the streets with rub burned knees. I shifted her weight angling her towards the couch. She took the hint and crawled there with my manhood steadily pumping. She collapsed her breasts against the fabric, her face buried in the seat of the couch, her ass still poking high.

Dulce had these really cute throw pillows on her couch. They looked like Ikea specials. I grabbed them with one hand and put them on the floor.

"There you go."

"Thanks, baby." Dulce moaned as she shifted her knees to the pillow.

As soon as she was comfortable, I gave her a long stroke. She bit the couch, her hands shook and grabbed the seat cushions.

"Yes, like that!" She panted.

My hand slapped her ass as we fucked doggystyle against the couch. She wanted more and I gave her more. Dulce extended her arms, pushed back and buried her face in the carpet. Face down, ass up. My hands gripped her hips as the loud smacking sound of furious fucking commenced. Dulce growled like the lioness devouring her prey. The sweat rolled down my spine. Wiping the sweat from my forehead, I slapped her ass with a stinging red smack.

"Mmmmph" She grunted.

Her head popped up and she turned to look at me with her bottom lip tucked tightly between her teeth.

The carpet was now like razors jutting wildly into my skin. I pulled out and gave her ass a perfunctory slap. She huffed as I stood and walked away with my manhood bobbing with each step. I opened her refrigerator careful not to dick slap any of the other contents and grabbed a bottle of water. I chugged as I returned to the living room.

"Finished?" She tried to shake her hair back into some semblance of order but the style was totally sweated away.

"No. I figured you'd need this." I handed her the bottle of water.

Dulce chugged from it, handed it back and with her mouth still chilled from the water, wrapped her lips around the head of my stiff cock. I fell to my knees as she bent in concert. Her head bobbed as her mouth sucked me. She placed one hand on my chest to control me and another around my member so she didn't gag herself. Her sexy eyes drifted upward, a smile spread across her mouth as she watched my face. My hand reached down and stroked the shaft harder with her hand, she obliged then backed away to watch me stroke myself.

My hand wasn't as good or as soft as hers.

"Uh uh...come back." I pleaded.

She stroked my throbbing chocolate brown flesh quickly,

"You like that? You want more? You feel that?" She purred.

I tried to speak but only grunts escaped my lips. Dulce's hand pushed my chest backward. My back landed against the carpet. Her powerful thighs straddled my body as she stared down at me, Her pretty pussy slid closer to its destination. I reached over and grabbed the pillows.

"So thoughtful." She smiled.

With pillows placed under knees, Dulce slowly took me inside of her. Her eyes closed and a smile rose on her face...then...a grimace...her teeth bit her bottom lip...a bigger smile....a pained expression...she sighed as I reached her ceiling. Her hands gripped my chest as she began gyrating her hips with a lovely rhythm. She worked every spot she had. Her hips shook and swiveled as if she were dancing to Merengue. When she came a litany of curses both in English and Spanish shouted from her lips.

"Don't stop. You're not stopping." I demanded from the bottom.

She smiled slightly fearful as I gyrated from the bottom. My hands controlled her ass motions as I swiveled my hips like the ice cream man making a large cone. I worked her from the bottom for so long my ass cheeks went numb. I tasted her nipples and drove myself deeper arching my back to feel the most of her.

"Ohhhhhh!" She came against me and a juicy mess spread easily down my thighs.

Dulce collapsed against my chest. She stretched her mouth upward and took a mighty bite from my neck as she pumped her clit against my pelvis. I pumped back and felt her body quake with yet another orgasm. Her soft lips extended to my lips and kissed me fully and passionately then she collapsed against my chest. She slowly slid off of my sweaty chest to the floor.

I laid there with my heart thumping and my still erect instrument throbbing below. I decided to give her a moment to recoup and recover. My hand kept me busy. I pulled off the tight rubber with a painful snap and rubbed the engorged head. I wasn't going to be enough. Shifting my weight, I rubbed the soft head of my tool against the soft flesh of her ass. My manhood caressed her soft skin and tingles shot up my spine. It was time for round....whatever.

Then I stopped and listened...a low hiss came from her nose....a huff followed from her lips. She was sleeping.

As she slept, I finished off the water, used the bathroom, collected our clothes in separate small piles and flipped through the channels for some Sportscenter.

She was still sleeping.

I tapped her shoulder. Nothing.

Slipping into the kitchen, I found an old box of cookies and ate a few. As I ate, I watched her from the doorway. Her sexy cinnamon skin rose and fell with her breathing. Her pretty round ass shifted with her body while her hair lay in a mess spread across the carpet. She was sexy and I was lucky to be here. I chuckled to myself at her laying there naked wearing only her socks.

After quite a bit of face kisses, she awoke dumbstruck.

"Where am I?" She whispered.

"On the floor."

"How'd I...Oh!" She laughed.

"You need some help up?"

Dulce raised her head and smiled taking a look at the solid manhood between my legs.

"Yes, but you obviously don't."

They call me The Fury...I leave it all on the floor.

1 Full Body Massage/1 Happy Ending

“Take off your clothes including your bra, you can leave on your panties, lay face down and put this towel over you to cover your behind.” I said handing Dulce a fresh large white beach towel. I nodded seriously to her as I closed the door behind me.

As I waited in the hallway outside her bedroom I had time to re-convince myself to be professional. Dulce and I had flirted in the hallways and lobbies of the office before separating to our respective work places. New York skyscrapers can bring so many people from different workplace environments under one roof and we were two more people who smiled and said good morning on the way to punch the clock. I saw how the security reacted to her presence with toothy greetings sighs. She was fine.

Dulce was a sexy mix of African and Hispanic. Her long black hair would fly across her shoulders as she strutted in to the building on four inch stilettos, her impressive curves swayed side to side. Her ass to waist ratio was beyond belief. Her small waist leading to womanly curvy hips. Her full lips seemed to purse with a kiss when she said hello, always with a shy flirtatious smile. Her caramel skin glowed as she arched her eyebrow or winked. Men would rush to catch the same elevator as her. I wasn’t beyond that behavior. However, I was often lucky enough to be the only one she’d strike up conversation with on the elevator. We exchanged email and Instant messenger information one morning in order to continue a conversation about new music.

Our conversations continued flirtatiously, but only moderately. When she rejected my request to hang out with me on a rather lonely birthday, I got the message to keep things above board. When her work got tense and her well shaped body along with it, I playfully offered her a massage via email.

My IM immediately popped open

Dulce: Do you really know how to give massages?
TheFury: Yes, I really do.
Dulce: Seriously.
TheFury: Seriously.
Dulce: No funny business…
TheFury: None.

Dulce took a rain check on her free of charge massage that day, but the next week, I saw her as we both trudged into the building on a Monday morning.

“Hey I may have to take you up on that offer.” She smirked.

And now I was at her place waiting for the face and body that launched a thousand wet fantasies to disrobe in her bedroom. After ten minutes, I knocked lightly on her door.

“You can come in.”

I stepped into the room to see Dulce laying flat as instructed with just the bright white towel over her round bottom. I dimmed the bedroom light, popped in the mellow music CD I brought with me into her stereo and warmed my hands with the lotion.

My strong hands began massaging her feet firmly letting her soft heels slip through my fingers.

“Great start.” She sighed.

I checked the clock. 10:25PM. I wouldn’t be done until well until booty call hour. Hmmm. I worked the tension from her feet then moved to her calves. The stilettos had done their damage on her legs and I soothed and loosened the muscles up her thick stems. As my fingers approached her thighs I felt my blood quicken. My hands slid beneath the towel. I tried to tame my arousal as much as possible, but there I was alternating my finger grip between the thighs of the caramel skinned sex kitten men fawned over. My hands went above the towel as I kneaded her ass with my fists. It was a ripe and juicy muscle.

As my hands worked her lower to mid back I felt her body go limp. She had drifted off into sleep. Her middle back tension was something fierce as was the tension in her shoulders. I caressed her lower neck and swiveled her head side to side.

“Mmmm damn, you really know what you’re doing with your hands, Fury.” She awakened.

My blood quickened with the sound of her voice. I felt a throbbing in my loins. The flame was lit again. I prayed that my semi-erect dick wouldn’t get any harder. It maintained it’s lower mass.

I finished her arms then with quick rapid scissor motions, chopped up and down her back with the sides of my hands.

“I’m going to lift the towel up blocking my view, you roll over on to your back and I’ll lay it over you protecting your privacy.” I said.

“Ok.”

I grabbed the far end of the towel, lifted and turned my gaze. I heard her switch positions and then I laid the towel over her without seeing a thing.

“You are professional. Most men would’ve taken a peak at the titties.” She laughed.

“Man of my word.” I nodded as I massaged her shins, knees and then again under the towel to her quads.

With the massage of her clavicle, soft temple and head massage. It was all done.

I sat on the edge of the bed by her feet. Dulce sat up holding the towel to her chest. She snaked her legs around the towel so it lay just between them.

“That was a REALLY good massage. You were a very professional and good boy the whole time. I’m impressed by both.” She smiled with her pretty lips and dark eyes. She reached up, removed the tie from her hair letting it flow across her caramel shoulders.

We talked about what made her so tense and ways she could relieve the tension while at her desk. I felt a pull. A hypnotic suggestion from her lips. So I took them with mine. We kissed softly, our lips parted the others and tasted the others tongue. Our lips parted slowly.

“That was nice.” She smiled, running her fingers through the crown of her hair. “I want another.” She stared at me.

We kissed slowly. My hands found the bare skin of her back again and caressed upward. Her hands touched my chest and caressed downward. I pulled the towel down as my lips kissed her soft lotioned skin and found the puffy milk chocolate nipples of her small breasts. I kissed and licked them. Her fingers grabbed the back of my head as she moaned for more.

Her black lace thong was a clear sign she had been open to show them to me. I snaked my warm tongue across her soft flat belly and licked her navel then lower. I’m an orally fixated person, but it’s not everyone and every time that I can be so sexily turned on to go down on the first instance. For Dulce, I was beyond in need of the taste.

I felt her tense up as my warm mouth made it’s way up her inner thigh, but like her full body massage when I reached my destination and began massaging her lips and clit with my mouth, she relaxed and fell into a whirlwind of moans and pants. My tongue swirled across her pretty pussy. My heartbeat increased with the throb of my growing erection. My stiff cock throbbed against her comforter as she squealed and shivered through a powerfully wet orgasm.

I wasn’t done, but she couldn’t stand the feel of my electric moves against her clit. She was ready to explode again.

“I want it.” Dulce moaned, grabbed my arms and pulled me up to kiss me.

Her soft hands gripped the shaft of my dick and she groaned her approval of what she felt. I pulled away, grabbed my bag with all of my accoutrement and removed a box of condoms.

“Mmmhmm” She grunted with a cocked eyebrow.

I knew it was better to have them and not need them than be at the gateway of pleasure with no key.

“Ohhhhh GOD!” She moaned as I slipped deep within her tight sweetness.

“You ok?” I asked concerned.

“Yes! Wooooooh!” She shook her head and opened her pretty brown eyes wide.

Dulce gyrated her hips in concert with mind. Her hands palmed my ass feeling the fluid motion of my hips. She was vocal just the way I like it. Her moans and talk were so fucking sexy I couldn’t believe I was experiencing it.

Dulce came again with a loud scream, her body quaked beneath me and her fingernails dug into my back bracing for the after effects of another mini-cum just on the heels of the previous one. Not losing a beat, I pulled her on top of me.

On top, Dulce was a hot passionate rhythmic lover. Her hips swiveled as her plump ass bounced down on my stiff dick. Sometimes she’d take me very deeply and her body would convulse with the sensation. I loved it. Pleasing is my goal and I could see she was loving every deep thick inch of me. Her long hair cascaded down her body swaying across her engorged breasts as she rode me. It was hot and sweaty and loud all the things that energize me during sex.

I looked over at the large mirror on the wall and watched her body move like a snake charmer, coaxing my Cobra to dance within her. The silhouette of her form stiffened me beyond imagination. My hands caressed her sweaty back then I pulled up to suck the perspiration from her hard nipples. Dulce groaned. She couldn’t believe we were still going.

“Aye papi! Si!” She spat with a grunt in her fluent accent and collapsed against the cool side of the comforter.

I pulled her to all fours and watched in the mirror as I entered her from the back. Her head tossed back, her hair flailed as I reached the deepest points of her tunnel.

“Fuck! Oh yes fuck me, Fury!” She screamed as I fucked her harder.

Our skin slapped loudly as we fucked harder. My hand whipped through the air slapping her ass.

“Yes! Oh shit! Aye! Aye!” She moaned and began a litany of dirty words in Spanish as she came again.

My hand slapped harder against her soft wide ass. She moaned and turned to the mirror watching her body react to the impact of our bodies colliding. The view amped her up. She liked seeing herself in silhouette writhing at my hands and with me deep inside of her. She bucked her hips back. Her soft tight contractions on my shaft squeezed him from base to tip then tip to base. She was siphoning me of my energy.

She moaned and begged me for “more of that big dick”.

I felt the shudder in my lower back before it registered.

“Oh shit.”

“What? You like that pussy, Fury?”

“Fuck yes! I think I’m gonna cum…” I groaned.

Dulce bucked hard against me. I threw gas on her inferno and she wanted to engulf me in her sweet flame. Her hips swiveled, back arched and she fucked me back harder. I grabbed her hair and pulled her head further back.

“Ohh yes fuck me! Yes! OH! YES! YES! MMMM! FUCK ME! AYE!” She moaned.

My balls tightened against me. My head levitated into the stratosphere and I exploded.

“I’m cumming!” I moaned loudly and she backed up harder against me.

Her tight pussy squeezed me stroking my juice from me desperately.

I backed away and laid another hard slap on her ass as the exclamation point on a great hard cum. She squealed with the pain of the spanking and collapsed face first onto the bed. I backed away sweaty and spent then huffed as I removed my latex sheath.

Dulce watched me from the bed, her hair wild against the bright sheets.

“So much for that tension.” She laughed then took a glance at the clock behind me. “Damn how many hours have we been going at this!? I don’t know how I’m gonna wake up in three hours for work.”

“Sorry…” I blushed. “I’ll make it worth it.”

“You already did.”

I collapsed between her spread legs. Her thighs spread wider, her heels pressed against the mattress. My lips kissed at her pretty pussy lips tasting her as she groaned.

“Aye cono!” She hummed.


They call me The Fury and I’ve given a happy ending

A Sweet Milking

Perhaps I'll tell you how it all began, but right now in a fit of "Memento"-esque structure I'll start with how it ended...

Dulce lay next to me spent and sore from our spur of the moment sexcapade. She was curvy and caramel skinned. Her hair was long and silky, but disheveled atop her head. She looked exotic, like how those rappers like their girls in videos, but was a very real and normal mixture of Hispanic and Black. Her small breasts had puffy nipples that were ripe for tasting, which she clutched in a shy bout of self-consciousness even though she was fully naked. My eyes and mouth had surveyed all of her three hours earlier. It seemed silly, but all too understandable, why she played shy.

My chocolate body lay next to hers against her Egyptian cotton sheets. Who, at our age, could afford such things? She knew quality and craved it. Perhaps that's how I ended up with her in the first place. My hands reached out and caressed the soft skin on her full hips. She smiled and blushed timidly knowing she was all too through with my voracity, but wanted me to be satiated.

"You're so sexy." I groaned.

"Thank you." She whispered.

"Can I have a kiss?"

She moved closer and pressed her soft full lips against mine.

"You didn't have to ask." She giggled.

I smiled back at her and traced my hands across her hips and squeezed her plump ass cheeks with the tips of my fingers. My fingers traced down her leg and to my own body which touched her just at her knee. I worked the way up my own leg to my erect manhood. He was still throbbing. I felt the full length of my lust and the wide girth of the temptation in my hand. She looked down at me with Bambi brown eyes and blinked.

"What you gonna do with that?"

"I need to cum. You got me right at the edge."

She traced a finger down her nipple then rubbed my arm.

"You mind if I handle this?" I asked sheepishly. We'd just done so many hot and sexy things to each other yet now we were shy.

"Mmmm not at all. Why would I?" She purred.

My hand had already begun stroking my shaft as I stared in her eyes. It was like a living fantasy. She there looking at me as I massaged myself. Dulce was the person many men thought of as they pleased themselves and here I was doing it while she watched me. She closed her eyes listening to my breath quicken as my hand got busy between us.

With each stroke, I again felt her tightness around me. I could feel her heat again. I could feel her passion. I squeezed tighter to recreate the feeling of her vice grip on me. My pulse quickened. I was engorged with lust and wanting. He throbbed in my hand wanting more of her.

"Need me to do anything?" She smirked feeling helpless.

"Let me taste your nipples." I growled. She arched forward sliding her now erect right nipple against my tongue and let out a low moan as she felt the warmth of my tongue.

"Mmm yes, baby." She purred for my enjoyment.

I felt fidgety as the need to cum overcame me even more. My hand stroked faster against my tool working him into a rigid springboard which bounced under the pressure of my fingers. My spare hand reached out and caressed her smooth skin again. Her smooth ass gave way to warm, moist lips. I sampled the moisture then brought it to my mouth and tasted.

"Wow." She gazed at the excitement and speed with which I pleased myself.

"Talk to me." I pleaded.

"Yeah, come on...do it baby. Mmmm yes. Stroke it. Do it...mmmm"

I watched her lips as she spoke. Her pretty face and her naked body. The face that had contorted and smiled earlier when she reached orgasm. The naked body I had felt close on top of me, taken from behind and slid on top and inside of. She was worthy of many masturbatory fantasies and she was here with me, watching me. I was turned on even more by the thought. She cupped her breast and swirled the nipple against her fingertip.

"Mmm yeah stroke it." She said for me as her nipples grew more erect.

"I'm gonna cum. Where you want me to cum?" I panted feeling the heat and energy welling in my loins.

"Wherever." She shrugged.

I looked over her body. Her caramel skin. The wide expanse of her hips. The roundness of her behind. The welcoming bronze hue of her thighs. The flatness of her stomach. The chocolate brown of her erect nipples and pert excited breasts. The length of her neck. The plump softness of her lips. Her pretty round face.

I looked down again at her round ass. Mmmm I had cherished fantasies of roughly bending her over and exploding against her behind when I was alone...and when we were together....

"Wherever?" My voice wavered as I stroked myself harder and faster. I thought of her hips and her movements against me. How she took the dick and gave the pussy.

"Mmmmm" She watched the glistening tip of my cock as it throbbed big and ready. I arched my head towards her and she took the cue immediately sucking my tongue from my mouth and kissing me hard. I pulled away as the force and pressure in me grew too strong.

"I'm gonna cum. Where? Mmmmm"

"Go ahead. Wherever." Her eyes gaped as I turned towards her with my rock hard penis in hand.

With all of the fantasies and thoughts of seeing me explode against her skin in various places, I had another sudden shot of self-consciousness, clean-up and fear. My body twisted toward the bed as I exploded against the sheets next to her as she watched me squirt. My body convulsed as I stroked every last drop from within like exorcising a demon.

I collapsed against the bed being careful not to land in my deposit. Dulce smiled at me as she rubbed my back.

"You know that just made me want you more, right?" I slapped her left ass cheek lightly.

"They can never get enough." She smiled.

They call me The Fury and I'm not afraid to take things in my own hands.