Carmen and I were riding high the day after her Wednesday night date with Chuck. Just hours after connecting with him via Bumble, the two went on a date that ended with them back at her place. She wound up going three rounds with him, followed by one with me plus some added activity in the shower. She had fun texting the details with her friend Angie the next morning.
Angie: So how was your date?
Carmen: His dick was thick and long. It was so good! D fucked me right after too.
Angie: OMG. Be careful. Make sure you give your pussy time to recover.
Carmen: LOL! D said he’d take me on vacation to San Francisco once I fucked somebody. I guess I’m going to California.
Angie: You are living the dream!
Carmen and I were energized by our now confirmed slut-cuck dynamic and both wanted more. However, her cunt was sore, so we had to take it easy. We still got each other off several times over the next few days, but it was mostly stroking and sucking while replaying the details of that first adventure. I didn’t mind. The images were intoxicating and, as it turned out, revealing of an inclination I’m not sure either of us anticipated.
The next night, we were both naked as I was straddling Carmen’s waist and kneading her tits. She was stroking me gently with her left hand while caressing my balls with her right. I don’t know why exactly, but I chose that moment to press her for more details about Chuck’s, let’s say, physique.
“You said Chuck was thicker than me.”
“Yes, baby,” she responded. “And longer too.”
My mouth started to go dry. “No wonder you enjoyed the way he fucked you so much.”
“You have no idea,” she said with a smirk.
“Tell me.”
She continued to caress my balls but dropped her hand from my shaft. “Are you sure?” she asked tentatively.
A weak “Yes” escaped my lips and I began stroking myself. Sensing my genuine arousal, any concern she had went out the window and a grin slowly took its place. We’ve somehow always been able to read each other’s minds in these types of situations. And this one was no different.
“You want me to humiliate you, don’t you?” she asked in a somewhat surprised tone.
“I do,” I said faintly.
“Tell me.”
“Do it,” I muttered.
“No,” she said sternly. “Ask for what you want. I want to hear you say it.”
“I want you to humiliate me,” I said sheepishly.
She pulled her hands away from my balls and looked me straight in the eyes as a smile lit up her face. “Say it again.”
I took a deep breath before letting her know my true desires. “I want you to humiliate me.”
“Good boy,” she said affectionately. “Keep stroking yourself.”
I did as she commanded and decided to go all in. “You enjoyed fucking him more than me, didn’t you?”
Without skipping a beat, she looked me straight in the eyes and lovingly but matter-of-factly whispered, “His cock is thicker and longer than yours. He reached places that you’ll never be able to touch. Chuck stayed hard all night without needing to take a break. He did things you just aren’t capable of doing.”
I knew I was getting close to cumming and wanted to be pushed over the edge. “From the sound of things,” I started, “I wasn’t even in your consciousness.”
She chuckled at my implied question and began lightly running the tips of her fingers against my now tightening sack. “You want me to enjoy myself, don’t you? I’m not gonna be thinking about you when I’m being fucked like that. Chuck moved me into multiple positions and made me do whatever he wanted. He fucked me so hard and fast…exactly the way I like it…in ways that you can’t.”
“Really?” I sighed. “So, you do like fucking him better than me?”
She paused and then told me what I knew all along in my heart to be true.
“Yes, baby. I like fucking Chuck more than you. I love you, but he is so much better than you.”
I gasped audibly. The humiliation was real, as evidenced by the look on my face. It made Carmen laugh and nod at the same time. “That’s right, baby.” Nonetheless, I was beyond aroused and Carmen knew it. “Chuck fucks me way better than you. Now be a good boy and cum for me. Close your eyes and replay in your head how good he made me feel.”
That did it for me. I exploded all over her tits and face and even hair with one of the most powerful orgasms I’ve ever felt. I wasn’t sure if she would be upset about the mess I made. Turns out I didn’t need to worry. She just shook her head and said, “We’re gonna need to talk about this some more.”
In any case, by Saturday evening, Carmen was ready for me to fuck her again. We started slowly, tenderly… kissing each other and running our hands over each other’s body. As she sometimes does, Carmen asked me to hold her and caress her tits while she used her favorite vibrator. She wanted to cum first, so her tight cunt would relax and be able to take me more easily. I obliged willingly and began running my tongue over her areolas and softly sucking her nipples. After about five minutes, her legs started to tense and her abdomen began flexing up and down. I knew she was getting closer.
“Baby,” she whispered. “I want my next lover to be gentle. I want him to be the kind of man that will enjoy going down on me… eat me out until I cum. I’m going to manifest it so that it will happen.”
“Of course, princess,” I responded. “I want that for you too. You are such a good girl. You deserve everything you desire. Now cum for me and I’ll fuck your cunt.”
I can’t be sure if it was anything I did or said in that moment, or if she was simply lost in fantasy. But, she came violently and loudly. I made her beg for permission before I allowed her to remove the vibrator from her clit and then finger-fucked her for several minutes before I penetrated her with my now throbbing member. I was so aroused, I knew I needed to go slowly or I wouldn’t last much more than a few strokes.
“Papi,” she said as she looked into my eyes. “I’m so grateful you are a cuck. I love you…and I love cucking you. I’m going to do it again soon because I love you and I know you love it when I fuck other men. I’m manifesting it and I know I’m going to get what I want…what you and I both need.”
I tried to hold out, but I just couldn’t resist. I came all over her belly and tits and we drifted off to sleep.
*****
I had never truly believed in the idea of “manifesting” things. I always thought it was a bit silly. What happened the next day, Sunday, however, made me a believer. I guess Carmen continued to manifest her desires while she slept because in the span of about a 24-hour window a series of events unfolded that led to one of the wildest nights ever.
*****
After hanging out for most of the day at Carmen’s place, I decided to drive home and run a few errands. Just as I was pulling away, I noticed Carmen was leaning out her window (she had let her cats out to play) and was chatting with a good-looking stranger who was standing in her courtyard. I slowed down but had to keep going because there were cars behind me. When I got home, I called her on the phone to ask about her conversation. She shared that the guy’s name was Vicente and that he was visiting some friends in the building. She found him intriguing and his black hair and dark skin appealing. She also liked that he was bold enough to approach her. So, when he asked for her number, she shared it. “Good girl,” I told her. “I hope he reaches out soon.”
She didn’t have to wait long. Vicente began texting that same night. Things started out innocently enough, sharing details about their backgrounds (Vicente is part Guatemalan and Puerto Rican) jobs, tastes in food, hobbies (Carmen paints and bakes bread), and fitness (Vicente lifts a lot and does jujitsu).
Carmen: I lift 3-4 times a week. I had been wanting to try jujitsu but I was intimidated by it! I also enjoy live music, especially at small bars while I enjoy a drink.
He played it cool and cautiously, complimenting her while subtly expressing interest.
Vicente: I love it. Don’t be intimidated, I can teach you a few things before your first class. You sound so wholesome!
Carmen saw her opening and used it to make it clear that she wanted him to take her on date and that she was open to more than just chitchat.
Carmen: You’re so sweet. I’m Mexican through and through. I’m not exactly wholesome, but I do like to make things special. We kind of have opposite schedules but mine can be very flexible. If you wanted to get together this week I could do that.
After a bit more back and forth, they settled on going out for a drink the very next night! Before signing off, however, Carmen asked him, “Can I ask why I caught your eye?”
Vicente: First I was trying to figure out what exactly was going on with the little ramp, then I saw the kitty and then when I saw you I thought you were gorgeous and had a such a beautiful smile. Something about you just made me feel compelled to ask for your # or I knew I would have regretted it if I didn’t.
He needn’t have worried. He wasn’t going to regret anything. Carmen and Vicente’s first date ended up being a night of debauchery that left him… her… and me, spent.
To be continued.
