It was a beautiful, sunny Friday evening after a long, hard, rainy work week. My mind was burnt out from dealing with coworkers' mistakes, irate clients, and a husband at home that wasn't paying very much attention to me when I came home from my long days working hard to pay the bills. When I clocked out of work at 5:30pm, I left excitedly for a massage appointment I had set for 6:15pm. There was no way I was going to be late- I'd been looking to my Swedish massage appointment for days, needing to feel the stress worked out of my body at the expert hands of the massage therapists at the clinic I'd been going to for several months now.
I couldn't help but smile, feeling calmer already with the wind in my hair, knowing I wouldn't have to work for 2 whole days! After the massage I would probably sit around at home, maybe take a bath, maybe take a dip in the pool, or sip some wine while reading a book. Oh, who was I fooling -- I'd probably end up pleasuring myself in my bedroom! Massages always made me…..aroused. Big, strong hands all over my body, stimulating every inch of me. I loved when I got a male masseuse, but even the women that worked at the massage clinic were very talented. I never knew which massage therapist I'd get until I showed up, which was fine with me. I like experiencing the different touch of each therapist.
I settled into a cozy chair in the waiting room after checking in, serene music filling my ears. There weren't any other people in the waiting room. I needed to schedule my appointments towards the end of the evening since I worked long hours, so sometimes I was the last appointment of the day. My eyes closing, I began to think of the 90 minutes of bliss I was about to experience in strange hands. I could feel my nipples hardening already-- I loved the feeling of being caressed. My husband had been neglecting me for a while now, sexually as well as emotionally. He stopped holding me while we slept, and kissing me before leaving for work. So I decided to get a regular massage every 2 weeks, coming home elated to pleasure myself while he sat downstairs watching TV.
While I was in my waiting room, my name was suddenly called by a tall, strong looking black male. "Marcella?"
My eyes met his. I estimated he was about 6'1" or taller. He was wearing light green scrubs-- and looking goddamn fine in them! His hair was cropped close, his eyes hazel in color. He had a chiseled jaw, little bit of stubble on his face, making him look rugged and even sexier. My breath caught in my throat. I rose to my feet and walked over to him. He shook my hand warmly, holding my patient chart in the other hand. "Hi, yes, that's me," "Hi, I'm Darius,"
I'd never had him before. Since I was the last client, he locked the front door before escorting me back to the massage room, asking the typical questions, such as if there was any particular soreness I was experiencing or any place in particular I wanted him to focus on. I told him “no,” aside from just being tight from stress, I just wanted relaxation. He smiled and walked out of the room to let me disrobe, telling me to get undressed to my level of comfort and saying he'd knock on the door to make sure I was covered under the thin sheet on the massage table before coming back in.
Usually I kept my tiny thong panties on, but this time I felt like getting totally naked. I couldn't wait to feel his hands on my body! I took off my jacket and peeled off my skirt, then removed my silk sleeveless blouse. Next, I slowly removed my matching white lace bra and panties. Glancing in the mirror, I squeezed my breasts in my hands, brown nipples getting harder in the coolness of the room.
The reflection in the mirror looked damn fine -- there I was, a petite, successful, young, black woman, 5'7", with a beautiful fact to match, or so I’ve been told. My skin a light brown color, ass perfectly firm. Though I was petite, my breasts were a nice handful, 36C to be exact. My hair was light brown, long and curly, with blond highlights. Thick lips, above, my inviting brown eyes. All the things I wished my husband would notice...
I climbed onto the table on my stomach, completely naked, and covered myself with the sheet up to my shoulders, resting my face in the face cradle and trying to relax. Darius knocked softly and I called for him to come in. He dimmed the lights and arranged his assortment of oils. I laid silently on the table, feeling slightly vulnerable, which was actually turning me on even more. I didn't usually talk much during my massages- I just wanted to relax.
Darius didn't speak as he walked up to the table, uncovering my upper back, and soon placing his large, warm hands on my tense back. I could feel tension start melting away with the soft pressure of his warm hands. He moved his hands over my back in circles, getting me used to his touch, before specifically starting to work on my right shoulder and upper arm.
My body was melting in his hands. As he massaged my shoulder and arm, I felt my breasts dangle below me against the table. His rubbing eased the ache in my sore upper back and tired dominant right arm. After he was done with the right, he moved to my left shoulder and arm, repeating the gentle manipulation of my tired muscles. He asked if the pressure was fine, and I simply mumbled a “yes.”
He moved on to my middle back after spending fifteen minutes on my shoulders and arms, peeling a little more of the sheet from my body. His hands traced me in rubbed long strokes, my body becoming slick with the relaxing lavender scented oils. I felt his expert hands caressing along my spine, easing away all the stress from the work week. His fingers rubbed below my ribs, working away any pain I'd felt from being so stressed and tense all week. My whole body was tingling with the stimulation.
I felt him move down to my feet, folding the blanket back so he could hold each foot in his warm hands, getting my feet acclimated to his touch. He then rubbed along my sore calf muscles, coating my skin with the oil. My breathing become shallow as I felt him reach above my knees, rubbing my thighs, inches from the apex of my legs. I felt myself getting wetter with his expert touch on my sensitive thighs. "”That feels really good." “I’m glad, Marcella. You know, you have very beautiful skin. I'm sure you're probably told that all the time. A beautiful caramel complexion……your body is perfect" "”Thank you" "And your feet are perfect too, I like these painted toenails, very pretty..."
After he was done with my legs and feet, he asked if he could work on my “gluteus maximus”. “My ass?” “Yes…”
I nodded slightly, and he began kneading my ass, keeping me covered with the blanket, but I'm sure he could tell I had no panties on. I felt him begin chopping my figure with his hands, bouncing up at him with his intense movements. The other massage therapists I'd seen didn't do gluteal work, unfortunately. My whole body shook with his motions.
When he was done, he asked me to flip over onto my back so he could better massage my arms and feet. I obliged- he tried to discreetly hold the blanket up over me so as to protect my nudity while I flipped over, but in the process of me moving around on the table I accidentally stuck my arm out at the blanket that was being held up, knocking it out of one of Darius' hands. As I was in mid-flip, there was my naked breast completely exposed to him! I froze, my upper body half-way uncovered, my eyes looking up-- he was staring at my exposed mound. He shook himself, apologized, and quickly covered me up as I fully settled on my back on the table.
I smiled up at him- I didn't mind that he'd seen my breast and I hoped he'd liked what he'd saw. Judging from the slight bulge in his scrubs that I saw from the corner of my eye, he did. He began intensely rubbing my arms, my breasts jiggling again as I lay on my back. I heard Darius start breathing heavier from his intense strokes upon my body. He began gently rubbing my hands, and after doing so he stretched my arms out, which felt really good. The blanket was being pulled down, though, during the stretches. Neither of us spoke, neither of us made an effort to prevent it from sliding down and exposing my perfect flesh once again.
I looked up at him and locked eyes at him as he stood behind my head, massaging my neck and scalp and looking down at me. My body felt so good at his touch, and I told him so. He smiled at me, telling me that I was beautiful, my body perfect to touch. My heart was beating faster. I closed my eyes while he rubbed my head, which felt amazing. His hands went down my neck and around to my shoulders and then my chest. I opened my eyes again and looked up at him. The blanket had exposed my breasts almost to the nipples. "Darius..." "Yes, Marcella?" "I'd love for you to massage me all over..." "Marcella..." "Please? I haven't ever had anyone touch me so well..."
He reached down, his large hands resting gently on my chest. I heard him breathe deeply, as if trying to control himself. I instinctively spread my legs open a little as I lay back on the table. My breasts were still somewhat covered by the fabric. I tugged a little on the blanket, pulling it free of my breasts as Darius rested his large hands on my chest. His breath caught in his throat in the quiet room as my perfect tits became free. Nipples hardening... I reached my hands up to cup my breasts as he kept his hands on my chest, inches above my tits. He was standing behind me, frozen as he watched me holding my ample breasts in each hand.
I closed my eyes and began pulling on my nipples. Darius stayed still, his hands resting on me. He was watching me starting to play with myself. I knew he was struggling to be professional, but also transfixed by the sexy black woman laying prone on his massage table who was starting to tweak her nipples right in front of him. Opening my eyes, they met his in a heated gaze. He licked his lips as his eyes focused on my fingers stimulating my nipples.
My lower body was still covered by the blanket. I reached one hand down and stroked it lightly against my pussy slit, feeling my hand become wet with my aroused pussy juice. Darius watched my hand bobbing under the blanket as I rubbed my clit. Then I reached my pussy juice coated hand out from under the blanket and grabbed one of Darius' hands, taking it and placing it over one of my breasts. He moaned a little, his hand cupping my firm breast. "Marcella, I really do think you are damn fine, but you're my patient..." "I think you're damn fine, too, Darius. I really want you, you are so sexy... You make me feel so good, no one has paid such attention to my body for so long..." "I find that hard to believe." "No, really, Darius- I have a husband but he doesn't fuck me anymore! I don't know what his problem is... I haven't had sex for months, I don't cheat on him, I swear. But you, it's just, you're so fucking sexy, you make my body feel appreciated."
I said, tears starting to form in my eyes. "Look, I'm going to let you sit here for a few minutes and calm down. I'm gonna walk out and make sure my other coworkers have all left the clinic for the day, then I'll come back in and we'll talk some more"
He left me sitting on the table. I swallowed hard, trying not to cry. Instead I kicked the blanket off my legs and spread myself wide on the massage table, fingering my clit hard. My entire body was slick from the massage oils. With my other hand I tweaked and pulled on my nipple. I placed a manicured finger inside my wet cunt and started finger fucking myself, adding a second finger after a few minutes. Picking up the pace, I was soon breathing hard, my legs still splayed wide open. My free hand squeezed my firm breasts and played with my nipples. Damn, I wanted a good fuck so badly! I knew I couldn't count on my husband. My legs were still open wide, two fingers still fucking myself in the cunt, my fingers around a nipple when Darius opened the door wide. "Oh, fuck.”
I shivered, my fingers now withdrawn from inside my pussy but rubbing my clit hard. He walked to the table I was sitting on and kissed me passionately. Gently at first, his lips pressed against mine, I kissed him back, removing my pussy soaked hand to hold him close to me. There was a pussy juice hand print on his light green scrubs from holding him against me as we kissed slowly at first, then more intensely, trading tongues while our hands caressed each others' bodies.
Just as I thought, he was solid and muscular and felt like heaven in my arms. He pressed me down on the table, his hard cock stabbing into my thigh as it bulged in his pants. He broke the kiss to gently suck on my neck, making goosebumps break out over my whole body. Then he bent down to tongue my nipples, and I moaned, clutching his back. He trailed his tongue all over my breasts while looking deep into my eyes, his hands holding each of my breasts firmly. After a few minutes of sucking on my breasts and nipples he began kissing a trail down my belly button and all over my flat belly.
He straightened up to pull his top off, exposing his glistening, hard, smooth perfect chest. His abs were a defined six-pack. I could see his strain standing hard in his pants. He bent down and started kissing my pubic mound, his eyes on mine as he did so. I moaned as his tongue licked my clit, the first time my clit had been kissed in years! My husband never ate me out-- the last time my pussy was eaten, it was one of my female friends back in college one drunken night. I loved it then, and was loving it now!
Darius licked circles around my clit, making me squirm with pleasure as he held my hips firmly in his big hands. My pussy was right in his face, and he seemed about to devour it! After spending a few minutes licking at my hard clit, he began licking up and down my entire slit. Slowly at first, then increasing the pressure and pace as he lapped up and down my pussy gash, savoring my juices on his tongue, staring up at me the entire time. My breasts were heaving; I was squeezing my nipples hard while he was lavishing my cunt with his oral attentions. I felt like my body was on fire, it was so stimulated!
His tongue licked into my slit, parting my pussy lips and delving inside of me. My moans became louder as he licked deeper and deeper, holding my hips tightly, his mouth pressed hard to my cunt. He pulled away a little so he could rub his fingertips over my pussy, making me moan even more with his teasing strokes. He took my clit in between his fingers and began licking on it vigorously, and I writhed around on table in pleasure, moaning his name. Still licking my clit, he began inserting his long fingers into my soaking pussy hole. My moans intensified, and I was now clawing his back hard with my fingernails as he ate me out.
He began fingering me with a steady pace while lapping at my clit and looking up into my eyes. I felt an orgasm begin to build up inside me-- he was about to make me cum hard! It started as a tingle in my toes, and worked its way up through my calf muscles then my thighs and finally to the very core of my sex. My body felt the orgasm surge through me like an electric shock. I started screaming that I was cumming. Darius didn't stop sucking on my clit or finger fucking me as my body convulsed on the table as I came hard in his face, moaning loudly and grabbing onto the table for leverage.
The climax pulsed through me for what seemed to be almost a minute. I had never felt so turned on by a man. My husband had never made me orgasm, not once during our years of marriage and years of dating. This is what I was missing, oh, what a damn shame! As I tried calming down from my powerful orgasm, Darius pulled his mouth off my cunt and began kissing upwards towards my pert breasts again, kissing them passionately and then again biting and sucking my neck gently. I wanted him badly, and I could tell from his throbbing cock that he was feeling the same way towards me!
We kissed as he struggled to pull his pants off, tossing the green scrubs aside and then pulling his silky boxers down to reveal an enormous, perfect prick. He held it in his hand, and I told him how perfect and delicious it looked. "Let me have a taste, Darius..."
He leaned against it while I bent down and cupped his huge balls. I took his stiff prick in the other hand and raised it to my lips. It was probably over 9" long, there was no way I'd be able to swallow the whole thing down, unfortunately. I caressed the underside of his cockhead with my tongue, making him moan softly. My eyes stayed on his as I ran my tongue all along his hard shaft, feeling every vein within it. It was so long and so hard, like steel. I sucked the head of his cock into my mouth and stroked him with my hand, making him moan. A few more inches of his brown meat went into my mouth as I held his shaft firmly, fucking his cock into my mouth.
After a few minutes he pulled me off of his cock before he could cum and helped me back onto the table. I laid back, heart racing, finally going to be fucked by a man liked I'd been needing for so long! He stepped up to the table and I held my legs wide open for him. We locked eyes again as he raised the head of his big prick to my pussy hole. "Yes, Darius, I fucking want you...Oh, I want you so bad, put it inside me... Please, please..." "Yes, baby, you fine woman, I do want you badly..."
His head parted my lips and entered me a few inches. I began moaning instantly as I felt him entering my crevice. His head was so big, it almost felt like a lightbulb being shoved up into me. A few more inches of his cock were shoved into my pussy-- he was about half way in and moving slowly to allow my pussy to adjust to his body. "Oh, Darius, you feel so fucking good inside me." "You feel so fucking amazing, Marcella-- you are so tight, like a virgin, oh, my God, it's like heaven….!"
We kissed passionately as another inch of his rigid shaft slipped inside, piercing my flesh. I grabbed his ass and pulled him hard against me, his body weighing down on mine as our bodies crashed on the massage table. He groaned as more of his straining erection entered my core- he was almost completely inside me. I felt him pull out just a little, then slam back into me hard, completely inside me, my pussy swallowing his entire long shaft.
Once fully within me, he bent down and kissed my neck while gently stroking my insides. I moaned underneath of him. He picked his pace up, beginning to stroke me a little faster. I was so aroused, feeling every inch of his manhood inside of me- deep against my cervix. Never had I felt so…full. I clutched hard at his back as he began thrusting harder and faster. We kissed and both quickly became breathless. My fingernails were digging hard into his back as he pounded into me.
It felt amazing, so much better than my husband, who was unfortunately the only other man I'd been with. We had been together since high school. No kids, both of us workaholics, the passion having died long ago. Darius was passionate about me, and I was passionate about him. I screamed his name while his manhood plunged in and out of me- this is how I'd wanted to be fucked my whole life! My husband never had much interest in sex, even at the beginning of our relationship. I had always resorted to getting myself off, he had never made me orgasm. Darius had already made me climax just from tasting me.
My hips bucked back at his, meeting his powerful thrusts, jamming as much of his hard figure inside me as he possibly could. We were both slick with massage oils and sweat, and kissing each other hard, moaning into each other’s mouths. His balls slamming against my wetness as he fucked me hard. My breasts bounced wildly against my chest, and he began squeezing them in his large hands, sucking my hard nipples. I held him tight against me and moaned from the passion and pleasure. His back was getting all clawed up with my fingernail scratching.
We were so out of breath that he slowed to a stop inside my pussy and looked down at me, cock fully lodged up in my pussy, taking a quick break. Both of us broke into smiles, and we kissed again. Slowly, he pulled out of me and helped me off the table to my feet. He turned me so I was facing the table, bending me over a little over the table and raising my ass in the air. I used the table for support, and he buried his face up into my pussy from behind. I cried out with the pleasure of his tongue on my hyper-stimulated pussy. He fingered my clit, making me moan and squirm against the table.
I felt another orgasm building inside me as he lapped up my cunt juices. Before I could climax, he pulled his sexy face away from my pussy and again took his steel hard cock in his hand. I turned my head and watched from over my shoulder as he raised his long prick to my pussy from behind to fuck me as we were standing. His prickhead entered my hole a few inches, and he began holding my hips tight. Once his big, mushroom shaped cockhead was in my pussyhole again, he plunged into me hard and deep. I cried out, moaning under his long, hard, deep strokes into my warm hole. He reached a hand underneath me, caressing my smooth abdomen, and then stroking my mound. He held his hand hard against my stuffed pussy, which was filled completely with his thick meat.
His thrusting from behind felt intensely pleasurable as I held myself up against the table. My husband never fucked me from behind-- he did missionary only, sadly. The feeling of Darius' hand on my stuffed pussymound was encouraging my second orgasm. His fingertips began strumming my clit as he maintained his pace fucking my pussy hard from behind. An orgasm suddenly exploded through me again-- I exclaimed that I was cumming as I collapsed against the table. Darius didn't stop fucking me, he groaned as he held his steady pace over my body from behind.
He then slowed down a little to let me recover below him. I moaned loudly as he pulled his cock out of me slowly. Then, while I was bent over the table, he ate me out again, his tongue delving deep into my slit. I was still coming down from my second orgasm when a third built up inside me. Darius licked his tongue all along my slit, and he was again gently pressing a finger on my clit. I grinded my pussy in his face as my third orgasm broke out wildly through my body. Again I screamed that I was cumming. Darius continued French kissing my cunt and clit while my orgasm surged through my petite body, making my legs shake.
When I was done, the orgasm subsiding, he pulled his lips away from me and picked me up in his strong arms. I wrapped my legs hard around him, looking deep into his eyes. Our bodies pressed hard against each other. He put his cock inside my wet hole as he held me up, fucking me while I was holding close to him, bouncing me up and down on his cock. I threw my head back in ecstasy, and he kissed my neck while continuing to stuff his meat in and out of me.
Then, with his cock still inside me, he began carrying me out of the room. We kissed hard as he held me close, his prick buried in my pussy, carrying me through the hallway as he precariously fucked me. We laughed together as he almost toppled us over, his dick sliding from my hole, but he didn't drop me. He carried me to the waiting room area, where there was a big stuffed chair, the one I had sat in when I was waiting for my appointment a little while ago.
Darius sat down on the chair and pulled me on top of him, facing away from him. I straddled his cock and then sat down on it. He began fucking me from behind, fingering my clit and rubbing my meat-stuffed pussy with one hand and holding one of my breasts tight. I moaned as he sucked on my neck while he fucked me hard, my ass bouncing against his thighs. He began grasping both breasts as he fucked me. Both of us were covered with sweat, massage oil and my pussy juice. We were groaning and moaning loudly as fucked on the chair for several minutes. The office was air conditioned, but we had been fucking so intensely that we were overheated. He slowed down, still holding my tits tight and lightly squeezing my nipples. "Marcella..." "Yes, Darius?" I said, breasts heaving in his hands. He had slowed to a stop, with his cock buried completely in my pussy. "Do you... do you wanna take a break and a shower with me real quick? You know, to cool down? We been working up quite a sweat! And you need to make sure to drink plenty of water after your massage, and, uh, after all this strenuous physical activity."
I smiled and nodded. He got me a cup of cold water and led me to the employee shower room. Darius got some towels ready as he let the water warm up a little for us, but he kept it somewhat cool so it'd be refreshing for our hot bodies. His cock was still hard as we stepped under the spray of water. I stood in front of him and let the cool water hit my back. From behind me, he reached his arms around me and caressed my firm belly and pussy mound, soaping me up gently. Then rubbing his soapy hands over my breasts. I moaned as I felt his body press against mine from behind, his rock hard prick jabbing into the back of my thigh. He kissed the back of my neck, and goosebumps broke out all over my skin under the cool water and his sexy touch. His hardness was standing straight my entrance from behind.
Tightly he wrapped his arms around me and thrust his prick into my pussy again. I moaned with pleasure as his long prick instantly filled me back up, his hands holding me tight, the water spraying gently around us. He began thrusting in and out of me, almost pulling his cock completely out but then jamming it back in hard instead. We moaned together as the water fell upon our bodies, Darius fucking me slow and hard now as I stood up, bent over slightly for him.
As his stiffness was inside me, he began running his hands all over my body, caressing me everywhere. He stayed anchored up in my cervix as he slowed to a stop, pinching both my nipples in his hands. Then he almost pulled out, but instead slammed his prick all the way back in. I cried out. His cock stayed still again deep in my moist wetness, and he began strumming my clit again. I moaned from the intense pleasure.
A few minutes later, after sufficiently refreshing ourselves in the shower, Darius pulled his cock out of me and led me out of the showers to dry off in the locker room with him. He still hadn't let himself cum yet. We gently toweled each other off in between passionate kisses. I started sucking his cock again while his back was up against the locker. Only half of it would fit into my mouth. I cupped his balls in my hand as he began fucking my face with his cock, making me gag as it entered into my throat. He moaned, pulling some of his cock out so as not to choke me. I squeezed his balls while holding his shaft firmly in the other hand, sucking his dick hard and fast.
Then, after letting me suck on him for a few minutes, he pulled me away and led me out of the locker room. He took me to a little employee break room with a small bed in it, and laid me down on my back. His cock still raging hard, he climbed on top of me, straddling me, holding my legs open wide. I took his hard meat and rubbed my slit with it, making us both moan.
He held my legs as wide open as they could possibly go, his cockhead pressing hard against my slit. I released the hard shaft from my hand and Darius plunged his magnificent prick deep inside me. He collapsed on top of me, his body pressed hard against mine, weighing me down. The bed creaked wildly-- the small cot probably wasn't designed for two passionate lovers like us!
Darius fucked me hard and slow while holding me tightly, biting, kissing, and sucking on my neck and tits while massaging the opening with his cock. I felt his huge cockhead deep within my pussy as his balls pressed to my ass. Now I was holding my legs up in the air, wide apart for Darius to get his cock as far inside my hole as he could go. And he could go pretty far, apparently. It felt like his head reached deep within me, brushing against my cervix, when he was fully inside.
Another orgasm was stirring at the tips of my toes. We were both moaning with our passionate animal sex. Darius grunted, fucking me deep and slow and hard, his balls stimulating my pussy when he was buried fully in my wet hole. He reached down and began rubbing my clit with his thumb, making me scream louder underneath him. In no time we were both just as sweaty as before the shower. "Marcella, baby, can I cum inside you?" Please, please...”
My head was beginning to spin with the powerful orgasm that was nearly upon me. I wanted nothing more at that moment than to be filled with this man's seed, deep in my unprotected womb. At that moment there was no time to think of my husband, no time to think of what would happen if I was impregnated by this man who was a stranger only hours ago. "Yes, yes, Darius, cum in me! Fuck, yes, come on, cum in me, I haven't had a man cum in me in years! You feel so fucking good up in my pussy, oh,. I'm cumming again, shit, fuck, cum with me, Darius!!"
I screamed, my orgasm shooting out through my entire body powerfully as Darius slammed himself into me one final time, grinding hard against my pubic mound and clit, his shaft buried deep in me, reaching into my cervix, buried tight in my warm walls. He pressed his body flat against me and kissed me hard.
My body spasmed around Darius' perfectly swollen flesh as I orgasmed, my legs now wrapped tight around him. I moaned into his mouth and writhed below him. We kissed passionately, until he broke the kiss to bury his face in my neck, his hot breath against my neck. His body went still, I held onto him tight, my own orgasm pulsing through me, and then I felt his cock twitching inside me. He groaned loudly in my ear as he held me hard, his arousal completely relaxed inside me, about to erupt into my womb.
We both gasped as his cum flooded my body. I moaned, my orgasm still surging through my body as Darius was unloading inside me. I grasped hard at his back as his shaft continued to release jets of his molten juices, deep in my pussy. Far deeper than my husband had ever been. We moaned together, then kissed again as my orgasm began subsiding and his cock finished erupting spurts of cum in my womb. He looked deep into my eyes again, cock still hard inside my hole, and smiled broadly before kissing me again.
We were both breathing hard. After a few minutes, he pulled his hardness from my insides, making me cry out as he left my. He held me close to him on the small cot, and we began to talk for awhile. "Marcella, you have to leave your husband. He just isn’t appreciating you. You say he's the only other person you've fucked besides me? "Well, baby, now you fucked me. You ain't fucked your husband in a long time, so now, technically, I am the only man you are fucking. You should be with me and me alone. And I came in your pussy, too, Marcella. I bet you're not on birth control?
I shook my head. "See, now we have to think of the consequences. I will support you no matter what, if you want a baby or not. But I doubt your husband would want another man knocking up his wife. It's more fair to both of you to divorce, you know that.
I kissed Darius passionately. He was right, I had been thinking of a divorce for quite some time. I nodded. I'd begin looking for a lawyer, and prepare to break the news to my husband. Darius held me tight against him on the tiny cot, holding me. He squeezed me tight and kissed my shoulder.
After it was agreed- we would keep in contact, I would divorce my husband- we laid quietly together for a while before he began caressing my breasts and belly and pussy mound from behind. My pussy was already wet with his cum deposit, but got even wetter as he stroked my clit lightly. I raised my top leg high in the air for him and pressed my ass hard against his growing cock. He held me close and once his prick was fully hard again he pressed it to my pussy lips and began fucking me gently from behind while we spooned together.
He held my breasts and rubbed my clit, me keeping my leg raised for him to fuck into me hard from behind. Darius was kissing on my shoulders and neck while he pounded me. The small cot was squeaking and creaking under the weight and the sex. I was moaning again in no time, his fingers on my clit stirring up another orgasm. Reaching behind me, I rubbed his balls while he buried his cock into me and he groaned and fucked me harder.
The cot was rocking wildly, and suddenly, while I was on the verge of cumming and it seemed like Darius was too, the cot began collapsing under our weight, first one side then the other until suddenly with a loud crashing sound we both found ourselves falling with the breaking bed! At least the small mattress broke our fall, and Darius and I just laughed after checking to make sure we were both okay. He then pulled me on top of him, staring up into my eyes, and I began riding his long, sexy cock with a rapid pace. We both moaned from our small mattress on the floor as I fucked him hard. My tits bounced with the wild fucking. His hands held my hips hard, his balls slapping against my ass and his thighs as he pounded his cock up into me.
Sperm from his previous orgasm was leaking from my hole down to his balls and smearing on my ass. He held me hard against him so he could suck on my nipples and neck, and I moaned as my clit grinded against the base of his fat black cock. My orgasm, which had unfortunately ceased as the bed was collapsing, began stirring again within my loins while my sexy new lover's cock filled me up hard. I screamed out that I was cumming and he kissed me passionately. Then I felt his cock stay still in my pussyhole, deep as it could go, to erupt inside me while I orgasmed. His prickhead was spewing cum within my womb, filling me, overflowing as it dribbled out of my pussy and down his balls. Breathlessly, I smiled as my orgasm faded, his prick still inside me, surveying the damage of the broken bed.
"It's okay, Marcella, everyone that works here knows this bed was a piece of shit that was about ready to collapse anyway-- I'll just tell them I did it while tossing around during a quick after-work nap. I'll replace it soon, no worries," said Darius with a smile, his hardness deflating in my cream-filled core. We kissed again and I stepped off of him. It was getting late, I needed to get home. Even though my husband probably wouldn't even notice I was gone... We were sleeping in different bedrooms, things had gotten so bad. The time had come for me to break free to pursue this sexy new love!
Darius and I made plans to go out on a proper date very soon, but we needed to be discreet since I was still married. He invited me to come to his place for dinner Saturday night, where we could spend an intimate evening together. I agreed, beginning to feel the excitement of a new relationship. We kissed again as he led me back to the massage room where my clothes were. He refused to give me my thong back, wanting to keep it as a memento of our first encounter.
He put his green scrubs back on, smiling at me as he scooped some of his cum from my pussy while I bent over to get my skirt. I raised his fingers to my lips and licked his cum off, and he shuddered. His cock twitched again in his scrubs, and I smiled back at him widely while dressing.
We walked out of the clinic and he locked up, then escorted me to the parking deck where my car was. It was late night, and the car park was deserted. Bright lights illuminated my car as the solitary vehicle on the second level of the parking deck. We were walking hand in hand. As we stepped in front of my car, we shared a hot kiss, holding each other close. After a few moments of passionate kissing, I felt his cock stirring against my belly through the thin fabric of his scrubs. He smiled at me, kissing down my neck to my blouse, making my nipples stiffen in my lacy bra. The bright lights shined down upon us in the parking deck. My heart was beating hard, but I couldn't resist stroking Darius' cock through his scrubs, making it get even harder. He pushed me against the hood of my car and pulled his scrubs and boxers down, pulling his throbbing hard cock out again. "I just can't get enough of you, you beautiful woman.”
I had no panties on under my skirt, so he was easily able to find the entrance to my wet opening with his hard flesh. Once again, his manhood forced my slit open. He paused a moment, then slammed hard into me, my body suddenly filled with his. I moaned out, my moan echoing through the parking deck. We laughed as he continued pounding me hard against my car. I raised my legs high against his chest and he shoved his arousal as far as he could go, his balls against my ass, getting doused with a mixture of cum and my own sweet juice.
He pounded intensely for a few minutes, the car shaking under our encounter, and we kissed passionately. His balls tightened and after a few more deep thrusts his cock exploded deep into my core again. He pulled out, almost while he was still releasing. We kissed passionately as he throbbed within me for a few more moments. Finally, he pulled out of me, cum grazing the hood of my car.
We kissed goodbye shortly after, and I drove home quietly with thoughts of telling my husband I wanted a divorce, and distracted thoughts of my sexy new lover. My soft flesh still pulsating filled with his juices. When I came home, my husband was still awake, sitting by the TV. He barely looked up at me, just nodding at me. " How was your massage, Marcella?" " It was good, honey..."
I said, as Darius' cum was dripping out of my body and down my thighs. "Honey, I realized that the best thing for us to do is to get a divorce. I think it'd be better for both of us. It just doesn't seem we're in love anymore. We may love each other still, but you know we're not in love..."
I swallowed hard as my husband stared up at me, blankly at first. Then he nodded. He agreed, the love was gone. And so it was decided- I'd soon be free from my loveless marriage to pursue the pleasure of the body I so deserve. I kissed my husband on the cheek and went to my separate bedroom, laying down on my back, thinking of all the fun I had and would have again with Darius. His juices oozed from my flesh. I reached under the soft comforter and massaged my cum-soaked body, rubbing my clit vigorously with Darius' seed acting as a natural lubricant. Spreading my legs wider under the blanket, I was soon having another explosive orgasm with thoughts of my sexy masseuse.
The dinner date at Darius' house the next night was incredible. We found it to be the beginning of a beautiful relationship, still going strong. He treated me to a home-cooked meal, impressing me with his cooking skills, then we talked through a movie and drank some wine, then a late night swim in his pool. He made me release at least 5 times with every stroke and motion he could muster. I loved feeling of his cream filling up my hyper-stimulated pussy! And, to top it off, in the early hours of the morning before we went to sleep in each other’s’ arms, after we were both exhausted from love making for hours, and he still gave me an amazing massage……
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