I don’t know when he snuck into my room but I awoke to find René massaging my throbbing clit and sucking on my neck.
Mmmm. I pushed my ass up against his dick which was hard as granite.
When did he sneak into my room? How long had he been here? Did he see me in the mirror? My mind swirled with questions. I wasn’t sure if I was dizzy from him poking my throbbing pussy while rubbing my clit or if it was the confusion of trying to figure out how a man who wouldn’t look at me, let alone talk to me was now in my bed.
“For as long as I’ve been in the states, I’ve tried hard not to touch you but then I saw your door open and when I peaked in and saw you playing with yourself, I couldn’t hold back anymore.” Rene whispered in my ear as if he heard the questions I had just asked myself.
I guided his hand so that he had two fingers inside me. He pumped and I pumped back. He went faster and I kept pace. The rhythm was getting frantic.
Ahhh! I’m about to cum. Feeling his thick dick sliding between my cheeks every time I pulled back from is fingers pumping me ferociously got me hotter and hotter. The heat from between my thighs was reaching a scorching temperature.
“I wanted to kiss every inch of your body on the first day I saw you.” René lightly pecked my shoulder with his lips and then grazed my it with his teeth. I flinched and the opposing sensations.
“As I’d watch you walk down the hall at the office, your beautiful curly hair would tease me, resting on the top of your plump ass accentuated by those tight skirts you wear.” He grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked my head back to suck on my neck again. He nibbled on my ear and whispered, “You’re so wet Tiffany.”
Surprised he knew my name, I opened my mouth to let out a moan and his fingers found their way in before anything could come out.
Mmmm. I tasted good. His fingers tasted good. Slowly, he pumped my mouth with his long slender digits. He ran them across my lips on his way back down to my soaking wet pussy, even more hungry then it was thirty-seconds ago. This time it was three fingers in as he wiggled them back and forth. I was so wet you could hear a squishing sound as his fingers went from front to back. Two fingers began pumping again and that’s when I felt it, the unmistakable sensation right before…
“Whoa! Oh my god! I didn’t know you were a squirter. That’s so sexy.” René pumped harder and faster. I could feel the warm liquid from my squirt running across my thigh, soaking the sheets beneath me. And then the next wave hit. Before I could relish in the first eruption, I got hit with an orgasm the force of a tsunami. I had to cover my mouth with both hands to keep from waking the entire house and with the waves repeatedly washing, crashing over me, I might have disturbed the entire neighborhood.
“You are so naughty. I had no idea,” René growled in my ear his french accent oozing, dripping over every syllable.
He finally gave me a break from his fingers. I thought it was so I could enjoy my orgasm but as it turned out he had something completely different in mind. He grabbed one of my butt cheeks and slide a finger inside my tight dark hole.
Gasp. I hadn’t finished cumming from the finger fuck and then there was a new sensation making my orgasm build again.
“You’re so tight. I can barely get my finger in there.” René pumped my tight ass slowly, spreading my cheeks to make the entrance wider.
Haaaa! The sound came out of my mouth like a stolen whisper carried through the air. I’m relieved and my body relaxed when he pulled his long slender finger out but my rest was short-lived. His hand once again spread my cheek and I felt the massive head of his dick poke its way into my tight ass. Ahhh!
René paused. I could feel the head throbbing, pulsating as it stretched me with each beat. I don’t give my ass away to everyone and René certainly had no right to just take it and before I could protest, he forced the rest of his giant dick into my tight hole with no hesitation until he was balls deep. My eyes rolled to the back of my head and I moaned, groaned from deep within my throat.
Somehow he found the nasty girl in me. The girl that lives in the black and red of the Sexual RainbowTM. Very few men have seen me red which means no one has ever seen me black. That’s reserved for my fantasies but I couldn’t resist the full feeling of René’s dick and I began pumping on his thick monster. Little does René know, he has now unleashed the monster within this polite little french girl. I took my time with the first few strokes but once I felt open, I picked up the pace and pumped with so much force, he just laid there, arms in the air so as not to be in my way.
I pumped and grind until I felt the tell-tale signs I was about to cum so I put his hand on my tit and encouraged him to squeeze my nipple. He slid his other hand underneath and around my body to my still throbbing clit and flicked it, sliding another of his finger between my wet lips and into my greedy pussy. And that was it. That was the signal to every nerve in my body to begin firing. My body quivered and shook violently. I looked like I was convulsing. I couldn’t control it and René knew. He wrapped his arms around me and held me tight. He took over pumping. His moves were short and slow. He caught each wave, prolonging my orgasm each thrust. Never have aftershocks lasted so long. Somehow René knew how to keep them going until he was ready for them to stop.
“I’m glad I could make you cum naughty girl but I’m not done with you. I want to watch you ride.” He pulled out of my ass slowly and rolled over onto his back positioning, himself so he could see me and I could watch myself in the mirror.
Before mounting him, I paused to admire how hard his dick was and more importantly, how big it was. I gave it a quick kiss and lick but that wasn’t enough. I couldn’t resist. Without further introduction between my mouth and his dick, I gobbled him to the base. He was deep in the back of my throat and getting harder by the second. I slowly slid my mouth up to the head, swirled my tongue around the ridge before releasing it, grabbing it with my hand to stroke it a few times.
The expression on René’s face was priceless. His eyes were wide with amazement and awe. He said nothing, just looked at me as I worked him with both hands. I put his head in my mouth one more time, sucking on it, getting it nice and wet and still he didn’t break his gaze.
I climbed his dick slowly, looking to see if René’s expression would finally change. He dropped his head down to the bed and then looked at me again with a big smile. “You are so not what I expected.”
René leaned back and I began grinding, feeling the ridge of his fat head rubbing my squishy g-spot as I moved forward and backward, rubbing my clit and his mound.
He’s even more sexy then I imagined, I thought as I leaned in to kiss him, to feel his soft lips pressed up against mine. The heat of his breath on my skin was orgasmic. Looking deep into his eyes I grind slowly, enjoying every inch of him — the feel of his body, the smell of his skin.
René flipped me on to my back and went deep between my legs. My greedy pussy opened wide and sucked him in deep. My walls squeezed him as he filled me up from the bottom to the top, balls slapping me with each thrust.
I hated to admit it but René again had the upper hand. Mmmm. The scruff of his beard tickled my soft skin as he nibbled my ear. I can’t let him keep getting the upper hand. I swiveled my position, my hair gently brushed his skin as I leaned back in reverse cowgirl. I bounced and grind some more. The burn in my thighs indicated I was working hard like squats at the gym but I ignored it. There was no workout to compare to the pleasure of riding René. I noticed how tight his chest was as I braced myself on it as I bounced on him like he was a game at an amusement park. He gripped my waist, lifted me up and then forced me down hard on his dick. Mmmm. God he felt soooo good.
From this position I decided to put my pussy in his face for a good licking while I sucked on his dick again. His tongue was truly talented because it wasn’t long before I felt myself tingling again. Up and down, around and around — his tongue didn’t miss any part of my throbbing pussy. It even found its way inside, lapping up my creamy nectar like a dessert thirsty nomad.
We flowed from position to position with ease. On my side, I raised my leg so René could stroke me deep and long from behind. Being with him felt so comfortable, so natural. New position. From in from of me, he grabbed my legs, plunged deep between them, positioned and repositioned them several times. He spread me wide, bent me at the knee, squeezed them together. After a few positions and several deep strokes, I closed my eyes to fully enjoy the experience and suddenly I felt moisture on my feet. Ooo, he’s a toe sucker, a man with a foot fetish. Now whose surprised?
With my legs stretched high along side his shoulders, René stoked me long and hard holding my toes close to his lips. From this position, he lifted my body off the bed and stroked my elevated ass. The weightless fuck was amazing. As I was recording the feeling in my memory, I felt the muscles in René’s body tighten and I knew he was ready to cum. He straddled my belly, leaving his dick staring at me, bobbing from side to side, begging for attention. I was more that happy to oblige stroking him until he came. With one hand on his balls and the other on his thick shaft, René released his milky cum to me, in my hair and on my belly. I was delighted to finally return the favor.
We snuggled, kissing and gazing into each other’s eyes. I thought to myself, I hope I’m not dreaming. This was absolutely amazing. He was worth the wait.
Knock. Knock. Knock. René and I looked at each other and tried not to laugh. Knock. Knock. Knock. We hadn’t been seen together ever and I certainly didn’t want the first time René and I were linked to be in my bed at my boss’s house. I turned to look at the door, hoping if we were quiet my unexpected visitor would go away. Knock. Knock. Knock. “Ms. DeBaptiste, are you awake?” I turned back to René and he was gone. I looked around the room thinking maybe he was hiding in a corner or the closet and realized I was alone in my room. I couldn’t find René because he wasn’t there. He was nothing more than a dream as he still remains.
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