2 comments/ 7871 views/ 0 favorites Mambo By: forced2please Jen put her hands on my hips, pushing the hips with each step. "There, that's where you're having problems." She grinned at me. "Watch." In front of me she did the step, my eyes following her feet, and hips as they moved back from me. I stepped towards her, mimicking her foot movements so that my right hip thrust out on the last step. A huge smile flashed on her face. "That was it, wasn't it?" Her eyebrows shot up as she grinned at me, dimples deep and true. Her hands came back to my hips as I slowly sank down, gyrating with each movement. Jen's head went back to laugh. Keeping one hand on me, I spun around, taking stock in the guys that were watching us play on the dance floor. Yes, we had every covert eye within a one mile radius watching the two of us. Jen, tiny chest, and very curvy hips, me large chest, and slender legs. Total opposites, dancing, flirting, practicing. Jen, a tight t-shirt, and jeans that flowed over those gorgeous round hips, me well fitted halter dress with billowing skirt, giving the impression that maybe my hips were just as curvy as Jen's. Yes, every male eye in the room was on the two of us. I shimmied up to her, putting my head on her neck so I could whisper in her ear. Her hands staid on my hips as we rocked as a pair. "How many guys are watching?" "All of them!" she laughed back. "Are we scaring them?" "I see one that's not scared!" Jen grabbed my hand to spin me around. "He's behind you, nice chest in a blue shirt!" My skirt flared out around me, my eyes searching out the crowd. Sure enough, he looked straight into my eyes as I found him, his lips curved slightly. "Is he still watching?" I asked coming back to Jen's arms. "Yeah!" "Let's give him a show!" "Sure thing girlfriend, follow my lead!" She stepped a foot between my legs, her hands still on my hips as she gyrated down, and up again. Spinning, waving, we undulated on the floor, Jen directing my movements, I followed. Each time she spun me out I let my eyes glance on the guy. He was captivated, totally entranced, and not trying to pretend he wasn't interested. As the music ended we sauntered off to the water. I felt something on my back, and spun around on my heel. I found myself in the arms of the man we had been flirting with. He held me close to him. "Dance," the one word was a command. I looked into the eyes of a self-assured man. He backed up, pulling me after him on to the floor. The Latin number was familiar, something I had heard before. With obvious experience, he placed one hand on my back, holding my other hand loosely. He stepped with finesse to the beat. Momentarily my feet were lost, as my mind tried to figure out what was going on. He looked me in the eyes, smiling slightly. He grinned as my feet tripped over each other. Obviously, not as self-assured when I was doing the flirting. I felt flushed, embarrassed. He looked so confident it made my embarrassment so complete. Here I had been flirting with him in an area where his knowledge far exceeded mine. "Look at me." I glanced up at him, and he met my eyes. I took a large breath, trying to still myself. I heard the air shudder as it moved thru me. His eyes danced with pleasure, and control. "Good girl!" he smiled, a wave of pleasure washing thru my body. Suddenly it dawned on me that my feet had found the rhythm. As I had held his gaze, and quit worrying over my feet, I had suddenly found the ability to follow him. My eyes opened a bit wider realizing what had happened. "You ready to really dance, now?" I nodded. "I'll put you where I need you, all you need to do is follow. Don't fight me, 'kay?" I looked deep in his eyes, trusting him. I knew he could do it. I don't quite know what followed. He spun me around, hands on my hips, transferring to my back. In his arms, under his instructions, I felt like a sexy flamenco dancer straight from South America. My dress spun out to emphasize the turns. His eyes sparkled with pleasure. And I felt myself elated knowing that I had pleased him. Holding me close, he pulled me straight to his hips. Taking a moment, he ground against me. I drew a deep breath, both scared at the turn this was taking, and terribly turned on by his presumption. He stepped a foot between my legs, bringing my pelvis to rest against his leg. I could hardly look at him, so embarrassed by the erotic nature our vertical positions now mimicked. His hands on my hips, he spun me back away from him. I was shocked to feel my hips move in an erotic sway. After the momentary embarrassment, after this man dancing closer, and harder than I ever wanted, some how my body wanted to do more to turn him on. It scared me the waves of pleasure mixing with embarrassment and shame that flooded thru me. Some how we made it thru the whole dance without anyone coming over to ask what in the world we were doing. Maybe I was the only one who knew exactly what was going on. As the music ended, he spun me away from him. I drew a shuddering breath, my whole body trembling from the experience. Without looking back I walked off the dance floor to my friends. Jen smiled at me, giving me a thumbs up. I slouched into a chair, stunned at what had just happened. His response to me was scary, and so erotic. Jen and I had flirted, and he had taken me up on the offer. His control of the dance had been total. His authority and knowledge were stunning. Obviously he knew how to dance, trained by someone, not the moves simply learned on the floor like me. I felt embarrassed that I had shown my own lack of dance knowledge. And yet . . . yet I'm not sure exactly what I was thinking. Or if I was thinking. I stood up, my heels clicking with authority as I walked back on the dance floor. I walked to the center, and spun around looking for him. My eyes found him. Raising my chin, I beckoned with a finger. My face was a study in restraint, lips slightly pursed as I held his eyes. He walked back on the floor, obviously deferring to me. As he walked out, I twisted my hips down. Rolling, and twisting, I bent my knees, going lower to floor, spreading my knees and opening myself to the floor. I maintained eye contact, daring him to look away. As I came back up, I ran my hands over my sides, running my hands under my neck to pull my hair up. Standing straight up, my neck exposed, I let my hips twist quickly. He came to stand next to me, placing his hands around me. I shot him a quick look, daring him, questioning his presumption, and his hands fell away. Instead he simply stood in my personal space. Watching his nervous reaction I placed my hands on his shoulders, running my hands down his arms. Twisting, rolling, and letting my body move in its natural curving way, I bent my knees and went down the length of his body. He stood still, trying not to move, his eyes following me the whole way down. As I came up, I let my eyes roam over him. Yes, his jeans were bulging there. I felt up his chest, enjoying his reaction. I could see him take a large breath, trying to steady himself. His eyes fluttered in the effort. And then my hands moved to the standard grasp. He fought to control himself, raising his hands to meet mine. "Dance with me." I demanded His eyes flickered open. He could hardly look at me as he led me thru the steps of this new dance. His feet knew what they were doing, even if his face was a study in submission. His body led, his arms pushed, his hands directed. And yet his eyes sought mine for approval, looking for a slight nod each time he spun me out from his warm embrace. "Make me look good," I hissed in his ear as I came back close against him. Closing his eyes, he let out a few quivering breathes. "Open your eyes!" They snapped open, and he engaged his brain again to follow my commands. And suddenly we are spinning over the dance floor, in a swaying blur of fine movements. His hands helping create the wonderful vision that I was a fantastic dancer. "Pull me up against your hips, like you did last time," I growled. His eyes snapped open wide, and he sucked in some air. A small nod, and he pulled me into him. His hands holding my ass, simply holding me in position, not taking liberties to explore. I stepped one foot between his legs, pushing his knee out of the way. His eyes startled back to my face. I watched him bite his lip as I brought my pelvis to his leg. He closed his eyes as his mouth came open. His hands continued their prescribed traveling, staying only to the road they must follow. And again, the dance ended. Flushed with power, I strutted off the floor to Jen's big smile. I sat down with her, not looking at the floor. "He's still standing there," she whispered in my ear. "That was HOT!" I grinned, and enjoy the waves of power and erotic pleasure that washed over me. I remember his face, his face when he was commanding, demanding and taking control, how his face changed when I told him what to do. The opening of the eyes, the small flashes of they eyebrows, how his breathing changed. And suddenly it became too real, or unreal. I don't know which. Man alive, the erotic rush I felt as he, this unknown, unnamed man did a vertical mambo with me that made me wetter than most men when they kissed me. When he totally took control, putting me where he liked, almost embarrassing me with the straightforward, obvious nature of his dancing. Shaming me, and at the same time exciting me in that shame. I felt a wash of disbelief when I replayed my own actions, my wanton desire as I insisted that he dance with me again. The reactions that played across his face left me hungry to demand more of him. His fluttering eyes spoke volumes of the pleasure he felt listening to my demands. I buried my head on the table, not quite sure how I felt. Vulnerable was the word that finally came to mind. Everything on that dance floor had been so very blatant. My desire for him had come in all its obvious forms. Would he return it? Was he simply a good dance partner? I avoided him for the next few dance numbers, sitting some out, others dancing with friends. I had no answers. I felt scared. I saw him go out to the bathrooms, and I found myself going after him. The halls were empty when I reached them so I hung around the drinking fountain waiting for him to come out. Sure enough he did. When he did, I could see he was as shaken as I was. He didn't know if he should smile, nod, hold me close, say something, or walk on by. We each stood still, simply looking at each other. He opened his mouth, closing it again. The moment was going to escape us if we didn't change something. "I'd . . ." I broke the silence, words coming out before I knew what to say. "My name is Cari." I struck out my hand. "I'm Doug," He gave me a firm handshake, which seemed so weird after grinding my pelvis against his leg. We stood again in awkward silence. I wondered if he knew the vulnerability I felt. I wondered if he knew how excited he had made me. I didn't want to risk anything. "You're a really good dancer," I finally said since it looked like the conversation was falling on its butt. "So are you and your friend." He countered with a smile. "Jen? Yeah, we have fun." We talked for a few more minutes, and finally I told him to call me some time. He programmed my number into his cell phone, and promised he would. I walked back into the dance thinking I'd never hear from him again. Scared another one off. Chalk it up, Cari scares the guys off. They can't handle me. But at least I gave it a chance. If he wants to get in touch with me, now he has a way. I put the music on, easy rock as I drove home. My high heels were kicked off, on the seat next to me. As I pulled out of parking lot I rummaged in my purse for my cell phone. Normally a call or two missed in the loud music of the dance. Yep! A couple of text message, and one phone call. Keeping an eye on the road, I skimmed the text messages. Just a girlfriend, tomorrow I could return her message. I punched the phone to bring up the voicemail, turning onto the dark street to wind my way home. I rotated my back into the seat, relaxing. My legs were going to hurt tomorrow. "Cari," came a male voice. Ummmm . . guys! Love them! Wish I could find one that didn't scare off! "This is Doug, I met you tonight at the dance." OMG! He called me! "I really enjoyed getting to know you, and hope you'll call me some time. Well, actually any time." He let out a low laugh that rumbled thru my belly in a very delightful way. As I drove thru the darkness, I pulled up the number and called him back. I sat nervous in the car next to Doug as he drove me home. Talking nearly every evening for the past week, some chemistry had truly developed. Neither one of us talked about the dancing. Instead we spoke about work, dreams, childhood, food, and all the mundane things your supposed to talk about. A few times I thought I caught innuendos. And I returned them in kind. But I could never be sure. After a nice dinner out, Doug was being quite the gentleman, driving me home. The whole evening I saw his eyes occasionally stray to my cleavage, but then he would pull them back in. He did walk hand in hand with me, and slip his arm around me waist to steady me. But where was tight throbbing embrace like on the dance floor? A part of me felt disappointed, another part felt relieved that things had gone back in the safe zone. The sexual energy that had existed between the two of us was magnetic. The memory of those two dances had haunted me all week. My own conflicted emotions played tennis in my head. One moment I felt like a sweet honey limp rag doll as Doug took full control, the next minute I felt like a blazing fire of pleasure ordering him around, watching him accept my commands. Well, not fully accept, there was a part of him that he had to fight with to allow me to command him. His hand rested on my knee as he drove one handed thru the dark freeways to get me home. His hooded eyes glanced at me every so often, and I tried to keep my side of the conversation going. But I was getting tired, and the open eyed glances, his warm hand thru my skirt, it was affecting me. I shifted in my seat, moving my feet around in my heels. As I did so, Doug pushed back the edge of my skirt, letting his fingers come to rest on my flesh. My head spun to look at him, startled by the touch. He kept on talking, letting the conversation continue. His smile had a decided sensuality to it as he watched me. I looked down at his hand on my leg, and looked up at him. His eyes danced in the darkness, smiling at my confusion. As we pulled up to a stop light he leaned across the car, a hand wrapping around my neck, pulling me in to kiss him. I couldn't move. He smiled at my stunned reaction. His hand moving further down my leg as he kissed me, caressing, finger tips moving over the skin. "You like this?" He asked, glancing at his fingers, my skirt hiked up. I let out a long breath that hiccupped. I felt like a high school teenager again. Blown away by the slightest touch, jumpy and tense, unsure of where it was going. His hand roamed my leg as I let out little gasps of surprised pleasure. We pulled into my parking lot, and he parked the car. With no words he came over to open my door. I stood up, collecting myself so I could walk inside. Already I was realizing he was coming in. He didn't try to pretend to say his good-byes in the car. He had made his choice, and I had no say in the matter. He walked politely beside me, saying nothing, asking nothing. I fumbled with purse, finding my cell phone instead of my keys. My brain was focused on the skin on my leg that now burned from his touch. The skin further up my thigh that had only been brushed that longed for more contact. "Take a deep breath," he whispered in my ear. I hadn't realized where he was standing behind me. My body straightened to make contact with him. My shoulders connected, coming to rest on his chest. "You need to find the keys." He laughed in my ear, returning my focus to the job at hand. "Unless you'd like me to fuck you out here where the neighbors can watch." Fuck? I drew a sharp intake. Sex? This had been a date, not a . . . well, I don't know, but I'm not that kind of girl! I don't go picking up random guys and . . . My body begged to disagree with me. My palms and so many other areas of my body had suddenly become wet. My pussy burned warm, demanding. And a small itch, a swollen sensation lit thru my nipples. "Get the keys," he demanded behind me. And I knew there was no arguing with him. I steadied myself and reached into my purse again, drawing the keys out. I walked in, trying to bring a bit more control to myself, to try and stop this inevitable march to my bedroom that had begun. I walked away from him, leaving him to come thru the door on his own. I put my keys in their basket, my purse in its place, and turned to look at him. He stood at the door, watching my nervous actions. He was quite comfortable, and not the bit disarmed at being in an unfamiliar place. I flipped on a light, and he blinked, adjusting to the sudden brightness. But he stood his ground, standing at the door, waiting for me to come back to him. Waiting for me to do what my body was begging me to do, put his skin back on mine. He smiled, quite aware of himself, enjoying my own nervous tension, on my own home turf. Finally my body could stand it no more, and I stepped towards him. He wrapped arms around me, and kissed me once again. Technique, I can't remember. What his tongue did, how it danced in my mouth, where it touched, it all didn't matter. He probed me, and I opened for him. He placed his hands on my ass, pulling me towards him, and I came. Mouths locked, his hands exploring my ass, my knees felt weak. He pushed me up against the door, pulling my skirt up to my hips. I looked in fright at him. "It's okay, I won't hurt you." He pulled back so I could see his face. Smiling he looked at me. I rested my head against the back of the door. Yes, this was the man I knew. Yes, this was the man who pulled me onto the dance floor. Yes, he wouldn't hurt me. I nodded to myself. He bent down to kiss me again, his hands moving over my thighs, his hands owning my ass. Thank goodness for a hard door because it was on that strength that I remained standing. I felt myself wobble a few times on my heels, so I finally kicked them free of my feet. They landed some godforsaken place in my house, but at that moment I didn't care. All I knew was Doug's hands on my body, calling, demanding me, and the way my body turned to putty beneath him, the way I moved to meet his will. "Bedroom." He said. I came up for air, not comprehending the statement, and then it clicked. Where was my bedroom? In bare feet I padded down the hallway. His low rumbling laugh followed me. I turned on the light, opening my private retreat to him. He came in, glancing around at the art on the wall, and then went to sit on the bed. "Undress for me." I turned to look at him, not sure if I'd heard him right. He cocked an eyebrow, daring me to say otherwise. Still standing at the door to my own bedroom, I had a decision to make. I strode to the center of my room, looking him full in the eyes. Spreading my legs slightly, and I ran my hands down my body, caressing my own curves, and then came back up. I closed my eyes, enjoying the sensation, and opened them to his eyes on me. He sat as still as I had been at the door. His full attention on me, hands grabbing the side of the bed. Beginning with my shirt, I slowly unbuttoned it, easing the fabric off my shoulders. I let it fall behind me, watching as his eyes feasted on my breasts. I ran the palms of my hands over my fabric incased nipples, and saw him suck in air for half a second. I tucked my thumbs into the waistband of my skirt, finding the side zipper. I let my hips rotate back and forth as I unzipped. I kicked the skirt towards him, coming to land at his feet. He blinked, looking at the fabric that had just been hugging my skin. Mambo It was into the second day of his holiday that Steven noticed the tall, attractive, well-built black man, striding along the beach. He had just exited the clear waters surrounding the hotel complex on the Dominican Republic and his toned, ebony body glistened as it dripped water. He wore loose fitting shorts that, though drenched and stuck to his body, gave little indication to what lay beneath. Steven lay on his lounger, sipping on a beer and watched him walk up the beach, glad that he was wearing sunglasses so it wasn't evident that his eyes were following the man's every step. He was handsome with a very severe haircut. Stretched out there, Steven could imagine touching his firm chest, nibbling on his dark nipples, reaching for his cock…but it was all imagination and, too quickly, the man was gone from his sight. He sighed and returned to reading his book, desiring to look over his shoulder and to continue watching the man but, he figured, he would have gone by now. Steven was here for two weeks and he didn't particularly like travelling with others as he enjoyed his own company and preferred a holiday where he did what he wanted without having to take other people's feelings and needs into consideration. It wasn't selfish. He would holiday with friends. There were times when he needed his own time and this was one of those. He finished his beer and stood up to return to the beach-hut bar for another. All around him lay innumerable holiday-makers. It was a lovely destination and he was glad he had made the decision to come. Even into his second day he was relaxed and the tension of his life temporarily forgotten. As he shuffled across the sand to the hut he spied several topless women. He glanced at their breasts but all he could keep in his mind was the image of that man glistening as he walked from the ocean. Questions entered his mind. Was he a local man? Maybe he was on vacation too? The prime question, however, was if the man was gay or not? That one thing made all the difference. 'Hey, man!' greeted the bartender as he rested on the counter. 'I'll have another beer, please,' he said. 'You having a nice time?' he asked as he pulled the beer. Steven nodded. 'Yes, I am.' 'That's good,' he replied. 'Stay on the beach a while, man. They will have barbeque later on with all the staff.' He nodded, considering that proposal. He intended to just lie on the beach most of the day, catching up on his reading. Steven hadn't ventured out of his room the night before after he had arrived and checked in. That time had been needed to unpack, wax his legs and try on some of the new lingerie he had purchased in the airport before the flight had been called. He took his beer and returned to his lounger and lay back down and dug a small hole into the sand so that his plastic glass could rest without tumbling over. Staring at the clear, blue sky overhead he smoked a cigarette and used his previous glass as an ashtray. In the distance he could see someone paragliding behind a boat as it raced over the calm waters. He wanted to give that a try at some point. The person looked nothing more than a pin-prick under the canopy of the parachute. They must have been so high up. After he had been lying for another couple of hours he stood up and decided to take a siesta in the comfort of his room where there was air-conditioning. It was now the hottest part of the day and he hadn't acclimatised yet. Steven gathered all his belongings and towel and made his way back to the main complex of the Mambo hotel, skirting around the pool and towards the reception desk. That was covered over and took him the most of the way to his room without the sun beating down on him. Back in his modest and comfortable room he opened the doors to the balcony and kept the fly screen shut over, turning on the conditioning before he stripped from his shorts. From one of his drawers he removed a black, tight fitting suspender panties and pulled them on and attached stockings to them. At the bottom of his lingerie drawer were several magazines he had brought with him. Choosing the interracial one he lay down on the bed and let his mind roam free as he slowly changed the pages. As his cock hardened at the sight of Caucasian men kissing and touching well-endowed black and Asian lovers, once again he thought of the un-named black man from the beach. He could imagine himself kissing that beautiful face as he stroked his muscular chest, tracing fingers down his stomach to remove his shorts. He imagined a long, thick ebony cock that he would wrap his fingers around. Sucking on his nipples he would watch as his hand peeled away his foreskin to reveal his swollen, deep coloured head, shimmering with arousal. He could scent the man's arousal, intoxicating him and drawing him to his cock. Steven wanked his cock slowly, wanting his hand to belong to the man that had now captivated his attention. He wanted those strong hands on his cock, stroking his smooth body, kissing him, nibbling his flesh. He wanted to feel those lips take his cock and take him deep while he sucked hard. He was moaning now, turning the pages as the photo shoot fed his fertile imagination. They were sucking each other now, thrusting beads into their bottoms, fucking each other with them as their passion overcame. He wished he'd had the foresight to take his dildo from the drawer as well but he was too far gone to stop, even for the second or two it would take for him to retrieve it, lubricate it and thrust it within himself. He wanked himself harder, his grip tighter as he felt that black cock in his mouth, filling him with desire, his taste so delicious. That man would come in his mouth, filling him with such warmth. He wanted to feel his sperm slide down his grateful throat, spurt after spurt until there was nothing more to give and he would keep him in his mouth until he went soft. He imagined such a beautiful, thick pleasurable cock that he would want to touch him and feel him for as long as possible. So intent was he on his desires that the first he realised a maid had entered his room was when she yelped in surprise at the sight of him on the bed. Steven cried out in shock, dropping both the magazine and his cock as he stared at her, rooted to the spot in her shock. Her eyes were wide as she took in the sight of him, dressed in lingerie and his cock in hand. 'Sorry…sorry…' she managed to blurt. 'No sign…on door…' Embarrassment flooded through him and he managed to cover himself up with the bed sheets. In his haste he hadn't thought about putting the do not disturb sign on the door, having thought that they must have serviced the room already. 'I'm sorry,' he apologised to her. The maid started to back away as she realised she could move. She lowered her head, turned and made a hasty exit, closing the door behind her. Steven cast aside the covers and glanced down at his flaccid cock and the discarded magazine. He sighed and shook his head, the moment he had been in now gone and he was in no mood to attempt to retrieve it. He stood up and put the magazine back in the drawer and went to the mini-bar and removed a bottle of beer. Lying back on the bed he was certain he wouldn't be disturbed again and kept on his lingerie as he attempted to make sense of the Spanish language programmes. Numbed by having been discovered and the beer he soon drifted off to sleep. Mambo Julio parted his legs wider and brought them over his shoulders, raising Steven up from the comfort of the pillows. Each thrust was deeper than before, filling him, making him moan loudly with each stroke. It was a position he had never been in before and it was like nothing he had felt before. It was amazing. He closed his eyes, felt the thick black cock pushing deep and when he did manage to open his eyes his vision appeared fuzzy as his head spinned with lustful thoughts and his body was taken to the very extremes of delight. Now there was a hand tight on his own cock, wanking him hard and in time to the thrusts of Julio. He couldn't concentrate on any particular thing. Julio had him in a place he had never been before. It felt as though he were floating and the whole experience appeared surreal and unimaginable. This man was a talented lover and there was no denying that. It had nothing to do with the passion of the situation. Sometimes, he found, that assisted greatly in the experience. He had no doubt that, twenty years down the line, Julio could still take him to this same place, even if they fucked day after day after day. Steven gasped as he came. He felt it approach and Julio gripped him harder still and wanked him until he came, thrusting deep and causing him to come hard. Spurt after spurt of sperm splashed over his stomach and chest and he opened his eyes and exclaimed under the force of his climax. Still he was stroked and more came from him under he shuddered and knew there was nothing left to give but that hand remained on him and his body shivered under each stroke. The pleasure remained intense and Julio continued to fuck him. And he desired to feel himself being filled by Julio's sperm. He wanted to feel the heat of that within him, filling him. He was craving that above all else now. He was in an ecstatic agony now; feeling so much pleasure from being filled by Julio's hard, thrusting cock and desperate to feel him discharge inside of him. Long strokes continued to please him, to have him writhing under his new lover. Steven watched as the hand that had wanked him now massaged his sperm into his burning, sensitive flesh. He sighed under such a caress. And he smiled when he saw those lovely black fingers, coated in his sperm, being sucked into Julio's mouth. Stroke after stroke and he wondered if Julio was ever going to come. It was not a complaint. Each stroke brought him wonderful sensations. He felt Julio's cock withdraw and thrust deep into him, every delicious inch of him. The longest anything had ever been inside him had been over thirty minutes and that had been Steven fucking himself with a dildo. As satisfying as that had been it had left him sore afterwards. He'd never been one to actually time a lover to see how long he could last being fucked. It wasn't a marathon while he was in bed; it was the expression of his lust for the other…or love if it had reached a more meaningful plateau. Julio definitely knew how to make love to a man. Those long, hard thrusts filled him with increasing desire for him, filled him was satisfying pulses that coursed through his warm body. Even with the door open and the air conditioning on he was coated in a sheen of sweat, as was Julio. Droplets trickled down his naked torso and it attracted Steven further. A grunt tore his eyes away from the sight of droplets trickling around his dark nipples to Julio's face and he saw his mouth open as he grunted again. Steven then felt the rush of warmth inside him as Julio came, thrusting deep as his sperm filled him. His thick, ebony cock twitched within him and he groaned in pleasure to feel so much inside. Julio came another several times after he withdrew, covering his cock which he reached down to and smeared into his flesh. Julio reached up and eased Steven's legs from his shoulders and allowed him to lie on the bed. He sat there for a couple of moments before he leant down and licked his sperm from Steven's cock and then kissed along his stomach, licking at the traces left behind by his fingers. Lying side by side, Steven entwined their stockinged legs and stared at the ceiling as he caressed Julio's flaccid cock. 'That was amazing,' Steven said softly. 'You are a wonderful lover.' Julio kissed him. 'Are you able to stay the night with me?' 'It is against hotel policy,' Julio replied forlornly. 'I would lose my job if I was caught here and life is hard enough without this.' Steven nodded, understanding his position. 'I am off tomorrow,' Julio said. 'Spend the day with me. I share an apartment with my sister. I'm certain she would allow you to stay the night with me.' Steven smiled. 'I would love that.' Julio removed his leg and rolled over the large bed and stood up. As he stooped at the fridge to remove fresh beers for the both of them Steven stared at his bottom, so firm and enticing. He immediately imagined himself thrusting into Julio, gripping his bottom and hearing his moans of pleasure. He sat up and took the beer from Julio. 'You are so soft,' Julio said quietly as he sat beside him, stroking his left leg, over his thigh and then across his balls and around the base of his cock. 'So sensual. Even when your vacation is over and you are gone I will not forget this time. I hope this will not be the only time you visit the Dominican Republic.' 'It won't be,' promised Steven. 'I didn't know if this kind of holiday I would enjoy even after I stepped on the plane. But I have a damn good reason to return.' Firm black fingers held his cock and stroked him. Steven sighed and shivered under the caress. 'Even if I have another job when you return I will make sure you know where to find me.' 'Good,' he smiled. 'It is late and I really must leave now,' Julio said. 'I know. I wish you could stay but I wouldn't ask you to risk so much for me,' replied Steven. The dejection in his voice was more for the situation rather than the hardening of his cock in Julio's hand. He watched as Julio dressed, keeping on the stockings. Steven slowly stroked his cock, his focus on Julio and how attractive he was. Julio paused and lit a cigarette and sat down and watched as he wanked. 'Such a nice cock,' he smiled. 'It's all yours,' said Steven, sighing as he gripped harder and stroked faster. He could recall the feeling of Julio's cock deep inside him, the pleasure he could see on the man's face as he fucked him and, as his hand worked faster, he knew he would soon come and, in the instant before he did, Julio removed his hand and enveloped him with his mouth and sucked and sighed as Steven filled his mouth. He slowly stood and walked over to kiss him. When Steven opened his mouth he realised Julio's mouth retained all his sperm and they shared it in their passionate embrace. Steven had never experienced such a kiss and floated away in pleasure. 'Until the morning,' Julio said and walked to the door. Even with the promise of spending the day with Julio it was still disappointing to hear the door click close and bringing the realisation he would sleep alone; satisfied, but alone. With only his thoughts and desires to see him through. Tomorrow he could seek expression to whatever he thought of tonight. Mambo Reaching behind my back, I undid the clasp of my bra. I eased one shoulder off, but did not let the cup fall away from my breast. His eyes were riveted on that breast. "Look at me." I said. Licking his lips, he brought his eyes up to my face. I smiled, looking back at that intimate stare. My eyes traveled down his frame, admiring the male chest, and the bulging groin. He groaned, catching my eyes. I eased the other shoulder off, but still held the cups to my breast. Walking over to him, I shuddered the bra off, letting it fall into his lap. His hands came up, reaching for the silk soft skin of my breasts. "No." I told him stepping back, away from him. "This is my game now." How quickly the power had shifted. He let out another shuddering breath and nodded. I let myself feel the rush of power, the rush of erotic joy at watching Doug become more and more fascinated with me. Watching him wait, and enjoy what I had to offer. My thumb flicked under the waistband of my underwear. I eased first one hip, and then the other out, watching his eyes. He flicked between my pussy, my breasts and then my face. I have to say, the glances up to my face were the most erotic. It was as if he was baring his soul to me, telling me exactly how much power I had at that moment. I walked over to him, his arms reaching to pull my close. When he reached for me, I pulled away, stepping further from him, just out of his arm's reach. He put his hands back down. It took a couple of times before he realized what I was doing. I wanted to step close to him, and have his hands remain at his sides. He whimpered, finally look up into my face. It was a look of desire, pleading, why can't I? But he didn't voice his concerns; instead he simply accepted my lead. I let my hands roam down his chest, unbuttoning his shirt. He helped me ease it off. I let my hands roam freely over the skin, watching him shudder and shake. His breathing became faster when my mouth came to explore. I gently sucked each hard little nipple, listening to his breathing change. Listening to his hands thrash at his sides. "Stand up," I ordered as I stepped away from him. I could see the words sink in. He stood, coming out of the fog for a moment. "Take them off, everything." With little grace, the pants fell from his form, and then the underwear. His cock stood before me, naked and pure. The slender head bobbed up and down, the thick shaft promising to spread me. "Lay down." I finally said. And he lay back on my bed. I climbed over him, bringing my wet pussy to rest bellow his cock. His cock stood straight in front of me. I leaned down to put kisses on his chest, trying to ignore the hard, bobbing cock against my chest and belly as I moved over him. I sucked each nipple, biting it lightly. I pulled with my fingers. I'm sure they were all wonderful sensations for him. I tried to pay good attention to his chest, but that hard cock, that cock that kept getting warmer by the second; I felt it bob against me. My pussy kept getting warmer, and more swollen, itching for that beautiful cock. He squirmed beneath me, enjoying the sensations, murmuring his pleasure, sighing, and groaning. Finally I brought my body up a little. He let out a long intake of air. With my hands I opened the lips of my vagina, feeling his cock hitting up against the full length. Sitting on my knees I rocked back and forth, feeling it run between my lips. Warm, pulsing, I knew little else at that moment. Rubbing back and forth, the length of his cock ran over my clit, my pussy lips, and many other pleasure drenched places. I felt a wash of erotic control. He whimpered more under me, his hands grabbing the blankets as I found my pleasure. All he could feel was a hot warm pussy around half his cock as I used him as I pleased. I looked down at him. His face changed with each second. His eyes closed, breathing hard as he enjoyed being underneath me. His eyes opened, a look of momentary fright passing over him, knowing that I was in full control. My plaything, my cock, to please me however I wanted! I began to rotate my hips just as I had done on the dance floor. Flicking one hip back, and then front, changing where the cock hit my clit, my lips, and my hole. His breathing altered again, sucking air as I moved. "Look at me." I said as he lost himself to pleasure. His eyes snapped open and he beheld me. He watched me enjoying his cock, enjoying where it hit. He looked at my face, smiling like the cat that had gotten the cream. His head lulled back realizing just how much I was enjoying myself. I leaned down, leaning my face over him so I could kiss him. As I leaned, the angle at our pelvis changed, as I knew it surely would. His hips bucked up, sensing the alteration. "NO." I said firmly. And he whimpered again. The hips stilled beneath me I kissed his lips, wiggling my hips. He couldn't kiss well because his brain was focused on the sensations at his groin. I pulled down, shifting my pussy down as I found his nipples again. I kept wiggling my hips as I sucked each nipple again. His cock was positioned right at the warm, wet hole of my cunt. Despite my warnings, he was shifting back and forth, trying to get his cock up into me. "NO!" I said again. And when his hips wouldn't cease their rocking, I knelt up on all fours, breaking the contact. My own pussy screamed at me. A cock at the door, and I broke contact!? WHAT?! "NO! At my pace!" He growled beneath me. My wet pussy wiggled in the air above him. "You don't like my pace?" He curled his lip at me and finally confessed that no, he didn't like my pace. I reached down to kiss him, wiggling my pussy so he could watch. His hand snapped up, over my body. He pulled my torso down towards him, and with sheer strength, crashed me onto him. In one quick move, he flipped me over, coming up on top of me. I was so shocked by the quick turn of events that I couldn't think what to do. Grabbing hold of his cock, he ran it up and down my pussy, running it over my clit, and back down to my aching hole. "Do you like this?" He asked. Yes, yes, yes came the tortured litany from my lips. Just like me, he leaned over my body, wiggling his cock in new places as his mouth found my nipples. My back arched and I lost myself in the sensation. Cock on my pussy, and mouth on my nipple. It was beautiful, amazing and wonderful. Arching towards both things, please give me more. "Do you want this?" he asked as he came up. He grabbed my hips, and pulled me towards himself. Sitting up, looking me in the face. His cock gleamed wet with precum. I glanced at my own pussy, bright red, swollen, and wet. "Do you want my cock in you?" I swallowed quickly trying to think what the words meant. "Yes." With one hand on his cock, he played the tip right at the hole. My hips bucked towards him, trying to grab for more. His thumb came up to move over my clit. And suddenly it was my hands that were grabbing for the blankets. My hips began to dance, thrusting, bucking, swaying under his hand. He pushed, prodded, played, at my clit with one thumb, and with the other hand tortured my cunt with the head of his cock. The lips of my pussy pulsed and fluttered trying to grab more. Over and over again he teased, and made me thrust towards him. His calloused thumb sang to my clit, and my body arched towards him. Finally my body could stand it no more. The warm rush of an oncoming orgasm enveloped me. "I'm gonna . . ." I muttered between large sucking breaths. A groan came out of my lips. "Cum . . . cum!" I'm not sure how many words I really spoke. I could hear myself, but in between were animal like noises as the impending orgasm declared itself. I was scared that his hands would loose their place as the orgasm quaked thru my body. But he stayed with the shudders of my body. And as my hips began to come back to the bed, he took that moment to begin to thrust his cock into me. My pussy, tight and fluttering from orgasm, took hold of his cock. Each thrust, my pussy opened and tightened again around him. Deeper and deeper he went, my pussy tightening, clenching, enjoying. His thumb still absently played with my clit. All the way deep in me, the head of his cock came to rest against a wonderful little spot of pure pleasure. Pushing himself deep against the wall of my cervix, my pussy began it's tightening. He pushed hard, and the deeper muscles rippled like an earthquake had gone thru them. "Yes," I managed to hiss. My pussy fluttered, tightening, releasing, pushing him against that spot it so dearly loved. Arching the back I felt the growing crescendo of a very strong orgasm. He began to thrust hard into me. I could hear the wet smacking of flesh hitting flesh. It became faster, and the wonderful spot was hit harder with greater frequency. His balls slapped my ass with each grind and pound. My mind lost it. As another, much more powerful orgasm over took me. Squeezing down on his cock, I felt it suddenly grow, and then a long stream hit that spot. Deep inside a wonderful fluttering happened. I knew pleasure at each movement. That stream of cum pounded it, stimulating the muscles to squeeze him, drain him, milk him, while another place opened to take it all. It was pure pleasure. Too quickly he was drained. Collapsing on top of me. Our breathing hard and heavy, and we each tried to wrap closely around each other again. Minutes went by as we lay wound in a pile. He kissed my forehead, my nose, my lips, gentle, rejoicing in the pleasure that had wound thru me. My hands lightly found his flesh, tracing him, knowing him.