1 comments/ 22907 views/ 2 favorites Señorita By: LeoFaustus It was a beautiful spring day. I was on my lunch break from work after a hard morning in the office and I wanted to make the most of the sunshine. My white shirt glistened in the blazing heat as my tie flapped a little in the breeze. I walked slowly through town, taking in the sights and sounds of the busy city. There was a big match on that day, our supporters were all gathered in the square, singing, waving their flags in celebration and anticipation as they sipped cold lager in the midday sunshine. It was a jovial atmosphere indeed, everybody was in high spirits and I wanted to get a taste of it, soak it in before getting back to the office. You could hear the supporters songs from all round town as they sang, nobody could wait for the match that night. Interspersed amongst shoppers and sightseers and supporters was a splattering of the Spanish supporters who had arrived to give their support to the away side. They sang and danced playfully around the city centre, the majority gathered in the square opposite our fans, each sides set of supporters trying to out-do each other in friendly ambience. The lads on either side of the square drank with their shirts tied round their waists, bare chested, waving flags and scarfs as they sang to each other and laughed merrily. They outnumbered the girls of course, but the woman still held a presence, singing in their skirts and shorts and football shirts. A group of girls amongst the Spanish fans caught my eye, each decked in bright white skirts that were illuminated by the blazing sunshine, dancing playfully over their tanned thighs as they danced and sang, smiling brightly as they enjoyed the day and the dance. Their songs grew louder as I walked through and approached to where our fans were gathered. I walked through smiling as we exchanged mock insults over each others players and taunted each other playfully over what the score might be. As I sat amongst our fans, drink in hand, I watched the whole carnival climate, the sea of colour, the noise, the songs. My eyes were struck by those group of girls amongst the Spanish fans as they rambunctiously bounced along with the rhythm, their Mediterranean skin gleaming against their white dress. The fans mingled with each other, swapping scarves and singing each others songs. I sat and soaked it all up, eyeing the Spanish girls as I sipped my lager. Suddenly the group of girls were by me, talking to each other in Spanish tongue as the local men tried to chat them up. Two of them sat either side of me at the table, smiling at each other and sniggering. The girl to my left sat with straight legs, her white skirt resting above her tender, tanned knees, locked together, pointing towards me. I stared up and saw the outline of her slender young figure just visible under her tight white football shirt, her large breasts bulging underneath, her nipples visibly erect under the club crest. She smiled at me, beaming, and I lost myself momentarily in her big brown eyes as her dark hair fluttered in the breeze. I tried to remember the little Spanish I knew as I smiled nervously back. "Hola" I smiled, "¿Como estas?" I said in a strained Spanish accent. She giggled as her friend laughed heartily. "Hola. Bastante bien, gracias. ¿Y tu? ... y ¡habla usted español?!" She replied with mock enthusiasm, still smirking. "Un poco ... ¿Hablas ingles?" said I as I smirked back. "Sí. Yes. I speak a little anyway. What is your name?" She replied, her slender hand stroking her neck gently as she moved her hand through her long flowing hair ... I bought her and her friend a drink, and we talked briefly as we sat amongst all the different supporters. A group of their fans were surrounding us and singing songs, and she ushered me to join in. I was reluctantly dragged up and she laughed as she sang the Spanish song at me. She put her arm around me and I held her waist as we bounced up and down. I glanced at her breasts bouncing hypnotically with the songs beat. "Vamos ... campeones ..." they sang at me, taunting me humorously, she laughing at me as we stared into each others glowing eyes. I lowered my steadily on her waist, gently gripping her lower back as I slid it down gradually over her skirt, letting it slide over her tight buttocks, before quickly running my hand over the top of the back of her thighs and under her skirt, stroking her buttock, gently pressing with my thumb as I ran my hand back up to squeeze her waist. "Say to me ... 'I love ... Los Merengues' and I will give you a kiss" she said as they taunted me. So I said it. Their fans mocked me but cheered as she gave me a peck on the cheek. I pulled her body in as she giggled and the others laughed, running my hand up and down the side of her body as we stumbled amidst the crowd. She pulled me away from the crowd, laughing, my hand in hers, ushering me away from the party. We walked hand in hand briefly, smiling at each other but not saying anything, until she led me through the side of the square, past the taxi rank and behind the back of the shops in the square and then we found ourselves suddenly in a partially hidden back entrance to one of the shops. She leaned back against the doorway, her deep dark eyes looking into mine as she grabbed my shirt, pulling my body into hers and kissing me hard and fast. Her leg wrapped around my body as our tongues intertwined, one hand gripping my arse hard whilst she wrapped the other around my neck, running her fingers through my hair. I ran my hand down her leg that tangled itself with my body, up her lithe, warm legs and up over her knee, moving it slowly up her thigh, squeezing and teasing. The sounds of the fans singing and shouting pervaded our ears as we moaned. I moved my lips over her neck, gently kissing nibbling and biting as she took my hand and gripped it, guiding it underneath her shirt and on to her shapely breasts. I squeezed her breasts as she moved her hand towards my crotch, undoing the button and zip quickly before placing it inside my boxers, running it over my erection and squeezing my balls. She pulled away and leaned back, taking off her shirt to reveal her pert breasts and her sleek, shapely bronzed figure, before pulling my head deep into her bosom I worked my tongue circularly around her pert nipples, nibbling gently, licking, sucking as I squeezed and teased them with my hands. I work my wet tongue down her hot, sweating stomach, grabbing hold of her thighs and squeezing tight as I move my hands up her skirt, reaching up and slowly rolling her white knickers down her legs, which part slightly as I move my hands back down over her thighs and knees and calves, before placing my head under her skirt. My heart was racing in the midday sun as drips of sweat trickled down my forehead. I gasped as I licked the inside of her thighs, moving my tongue slowly up towards her pussy. I pressed my thumb on her clit as I slid my tongue over her pussy before working it inside and then out, thrusting with my tongue. Taking her clit in my mouth, I licked and sucked gently as I moved my fingers inside her pussy. She let out a slight Spanish moan as I my fingers thrust in and out of her pussy, slowly, then faster, faster, harder. My tongue deep inside her pussy, exploring. In and out. Deeper and deeper, thrusting as I squeezed her clit with my finger and thumb. She moaned and groaned louder as the fans sang in the distance. Then I bit her clit again as I fingered her hard. She heaved and moaned as I tasted her juices until she almost screamed something unrecognisable in Spanish and nearly suffocated me as her thighs tightened and her body collapsed on my head. I squeezed her arse cheeks as she came, slowly working my drenched finger into her anus as I tasted her juices and nibbled on her clit. I fingered her arse hard as she gave a series of loud screams .... "¡JODER! ¡JODER! ¡JODER! ¡JODEEEEEER!!!!" She screamed breathlessly as her body heaved. I pulled my head out from her skirt, my shirt stuck to my body, she half stood, panting heavy, her body drenched with sweat. I stood and stared at her momentarily, and she stared back, her eyes watery and her body glistening. Suddenly, she pushed me against the back wall and I stumbled as I fell backwards, my back thudding against the concrete wall. She kneeled down and quickly pulled down my trousers to reveal my throbbing cock, immediately taking it in her mouth and sucking hard and fast and without restraint. Her drenched black hair flapped against my bare thighs as she slowed, massaging my balls with her neatly manicured hands. Taking my cock out of her mouth, she licked my balls, working her tongue around them, then down and then up and down my shaft before taking my cock in her mouth again, sucking hard and fast once more. I moaned as I felt it inside, her tongue working its way up until I shot inside her mouth. She closed her eyes and moaned slightly as I came, licking the cum from the head of my cock before collapsing besides me. We lay for a while, then fucked loudly in the afternoon sun, my plans to go back to work long abandoned. Eventually she returned to the party, soaked and worn out. I watched as she walked right through the fountain to cool off. She outstretched her arms to the sky and closed her eyes as she smiled at the sky as the water fell on her. I walked towards her and gave her a kiss, before walking back through town to the office. Drenched. I collected my things and went straight home to watch the game. Senorita Taylor stared blankly at the word document in front of her, journalists were supposed to have an innate talent for coming up with the perfect words...right? And usually she was great at that, but at the moment she was just too dammed distracted. By Daryl of course, it was always Daryl, ever since she'd met him on the first day at her new school. And now, at the age of twenty-four she still hadn't gotten over him... pathetic or what? Taylor brought a cup of steaming hot coffee to her lips, and sipped slowly, praying for inspiration, when her doorbell chimed shrilly. Her hand jerked, and hot coffee spilled down the thin material of her shirt. Cursing vapidly, she pulled it off, but not before the coffee had scalded her snowy skin, turning it coral pink. 'Damn, damn...' she muttered to herself, before yelling out 'Hold on a minute' to whoever was at her door. With a clean t-shirt on, she peered through her peep-hole, and froze. 'Speak of the freaking devil' she thought as she unlocked the door. Pulling the door open she had to crane her neck to look into a tanned face grinning down at her. Daryl's hazel brown eyes twinkled, 'Hey babe, hope I'm not interrupting.' 'Well actually....' 'Great!' Daryl breezed past her and immediately made a beeline for her couch, settling himself in exactly the same spot he always took. Taylor sighed, well, looked like her article was going to have to wait until tomorrow. It would be impossible to get Daryl out of her house now anyway, she knew first hand that the man could never take a bloody hint. They had been friends for eight years and he had never once admitted that he felt something for her beyond mere friendship, though he had definitely shown it plenty of times. There had been times where they had both slipped up, ending up in each others' arms after a late night out, making out on her couch during a movie marathon.... Each time had blown her mind. Nobody but Daryl ever drove her that insane when just kissing. The last time had been nearly a year ago, but it was still burned into her memory. It had been a Friday night just like this one. Daryl had come knocking, as he always did when he wasn't in the mood to go out, but still wanted some company (the company in question was always her). They had gotten drunk on the merlot her boss had given her for Christmas. Before long, they'd had their arms wrapped around each other and were feeding off each other's mouths, desperate to get skin to skin. Daryl had pulled her shirt off and was about to pull off her bra when the phone had suddenly rung. That was enough, immediately he was pulling himself away from her, apologising profusely. The same words poured from the lips she knew could still taste her. We shouldn't have done this, we're friends...it's not right, this will never happen again. But it always did. And she couldn't bring herself to regret it either. She would take every chance she had to be close to him, no matter how brief, no matter how much he regretted it, she would not. Taylor sighed, there was no use harping on the past, not when the reason for all her grief was currently making himself comfortable on her couch. 'So, no plans tonight?' she asked. 'Well, I'm here aren't I?' he grinned at her, 'you're my plans for tonight....' Taylor rolled her eyes, but couldn't help the smile that broke out. 'You need a girlfriend mate.' Daryl just smiled lopsidedly at her, 'is that pasta sauce I smell?' Less than half an hour later, they settled down to dinner. Working harmoniously, there was no need for words as they wove intricate circles around each other; they were so familiar with each other, that each instinctively knew what the other would be doing. Before Taylor could call Daryl to lift his plate, he was already in place holding the plate up while pouring Taylor's favourite bottle of red wine into her glass. Like a well-oiled machine they worked, anybody watching them would have been amazed. But to them, it was the way they had always been...two halves of a whole, even if only one of them saw it. They talked for hours, about mundane things, mostly how Daryl's business was doing and how Taylor's article was coming along. Taylor was currently working on a major article for her newspaper, a rather controversial article about the system of politics in the country. After dinner, they cleared the table, and washed the dishes, the same system as always, Taylor washed, and Daryl dried and put them neatly away. Then, they took their glasses and the bottle of wine and settled on the couch. Taylor snuggled in close to Daryl, and he obligingly put his arm around her as they sat in companionable silence. The giant grandfather clock chimed suddenly, signalling the arrival of the stroke of midnight. 'I should go,' he whispered, though he made no move to do so, 'you need your sleep.' He stroked her hair softly, the rhythmic motion so soothing, she was nearly purring in his arms. 'No, don't, just stay the night', she pleaded, her voice husky and as soft as his. 'Honey...' he protested. 'Just stay, you can have the couch...its too late anyway, you'll never be able to catch a bus home at this hour' She saw him struggle a while more before he finally gave in. Satisfied, that she'd gotten her way, Taylor settled down beside him again and felt herself being lulled to sleep. She came awake slowly, only to find herself cradled in his arms as he carried her to her room. He smiled down at her when she saw she'd awaken. 'Hey, you fell asleep, so I thought you'd be more comfortable in your own bed.' 'mm-hmmm,' she murmured groggily as he deposited her on her bed with a gentle bump. Taylor grabbed a hold of his t-shirt as he made to leave. 'Stay with me,' she pleaded. 'Tay, I can't, we're both a little drunk, and....listen I'll just take the couch and....' 'No, damn it Daryl, I'm not asking you to do anything, just... spend the night with me, please, I...' her voice cracked, 'I don't want to be alone tonight.' Daryl's eyes softened, 'oh Tay,' he whispered. He pulled her into his arms as he settled into bed with her. As if their bodies were made for each other, her head immediately found the hollow at his neck and she snuggled in, trying to climb inside his skin. Daryl pulled her close, allowing their legs to tangle and entwine themselves around each other, locking them together as one. And for this one night, he wouldn't try to ignore how well they fit together. Hours later, Daryl woke all of a sudden as surge of arousal brought his entire body to full attention, and he groggily opened his eyes. Realising that there was a girl in his bed, he vainly tried to remember who the girl was, who had he brought home that night? He looked around and suddenly it hit him. This was Taylor's room, and the one in his arms was none other than Taylor herself. Daryl felt a sudden surge of tenderness as he watched her sleep. Her chest rose and fell rhythmically, and every once in a while her ass would wiggle against his raging hard-on. Daryl groaned silently as he tried to put some distance between their bodies. Her close proximity was driving him insane. The smell of her perfume was invading his nostrils, and underneath it all was the musky scent that was uniquely Taylor. Blood began to pound in his head. His ultra-sensitive skin could feel the warmth and softness of every inch of skin that was in contact with his. His arm was securely wrapped around her slim waist, just an inch higher, and he could fill his hands with her full breasts. He imagined cupping their softness, weighing them in his hands, suckling them into his mouth.... Fuck. He was dying to get inside her, to stroke and taste every inch of all that soft, snowy white skin. Every time he had come close to taking her, he had somehow managed to stop himself, but now... he doubted god himself could stop him. Arousal was a razor-sharp edge in his body, as he turned her onto her back and pressed his body into hers. Taylor's eyelids fluttered open as sudden movement pulled her from sleep, only to have Daryl's mouth come crushing down on hers. Taylor struggled at first, thinking to push him away, but then she just couldn't anymore. She had wanted, no, needed this for far too long. On a moan of surrender, she parted her lips, letting his tongue surge hotly in to explore every crevasse of her willing mouth. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she held on for the ride, as his strong arms wrapped themselves around her and lifted her into his embrace, forcing their bodies together as closely as possible. Every thought ran screaming from her mind, as she felt his crotch press intimately to her core. He was hard beyond belief, and everything that was feminine inside of her went liquid at the feel of him. Taylor tore her mouth from his, gasping for air. Daryl paused for a moment, his eyes trained on her ruby red mouth and the high colour in her face. For a moment, he wavered between taking her mouth again and directing his attention elsewhere, then his eyes caught sight of her heaving breasts and his mouth watered at the thought of tasting those generous mounds. Lowering his head, he scraped his teeth roughly along the side of her neck, smiling to himself as a telltale shiver shook her slender body. He brushed wet, open-mouthed kisses all along her neck and collarbone, knowing full well that anticipation was making her body more sensitive, exactly the way he wanted it. His fingers made quick work of her blouse, with a single quick motion he tore her blouse open, uncaring of the ruined material and the buttons that popped and rolled noisily to the floor. Taylor gasped, sensing that he was on the ragged edge. Her breasts were on display in a black lace bra, beautifully held up. Unbuckling the front clasp he parted the cups and felt his breath leave his lungs on a whoosh. Her breasts were beautiful white mounds topped with mouth-wateringly brown nipples that looked like melted chocolate. There was nearly no control left as his hands ran up her back to fist in her hair. Ruthlessly he pulled her head back, forcing her breasts up to his mouth. Taylor whimpered, unable to believe how turned on she was by his rough treatment. She knew he would never hurt her, but the tiny fission of fear only added to her rapidly growing excitement. He lowered his head and pulled an aching nipple into his mouth, sucking strongly, taking complete control, needing to be in complete control. Taylor went insane; the heat that already simmered in her body from the alcohol and initial arousal turned into a full-bodied flame as he suckled her roughly. Her hips ground helplessly into the hard ridge of his cock, struggling to get some sort of release from the pain of intense arousal. Daryl groaned and ground back, their bodies moving in perfect synchronization as the rough material of his jeans rasped roughly against the thin material of her shorts. She could feel liquid heat seep from the confines of her body, drenching the folds of her core. Amazingly, she could feel her orgasm begin to build, and he hadn't even touched her pussy yet. Taylor struggled against him, trying to fight the sensations that built way too quickly. Like a tidal wave she could feel it rising in her, her breath caught, and her body arched....trembling...waiting... As if he knew, Daryl suckled harder, and his fist in her hair tightened as he drove her higher. No...no...She thought...too much, just before her mind went blank and her orgasm hit her. A scream tore from her lips as her body endured wave after wave of unbelievable pleasure. Daryl watched as Taylor's eyes went blind and felt an immense wave of satisfaction. Her trembling ceased by degrees as she drew in breath after breath, struggling to calm her body. Loosening his fists from her hair, he waited until she opened her eyes before he pulled away from her and stood by the side of the bed. Her gaze was glassy and unfocused as she watched him. He smiled at her, and pulled off his shirt. Taylor smiled back..... Daryl had finally decided to stop running from what was meant to be. She watched as he unbuckled his pants and slid it down his hips, followed by his dark blue boxers. Her eyes widened as his long, thick cock came into view. She had suspected he was big when he had been grinding his pelvis into hers....but this, oh my. Her breath caught once more as excitement surged through her. Daryl reached down and in one swift motion pulled off her shorts, leaving behind the black lace panties riding low on her slim hips. Taylor lifted her hips towards his, a silent plea, to take off the final barrier between them. Daryl just gazed hotly at her, and shook his head. He lowered himself between her legs, and pressed his mouth desperately to hers, sucking at her luscious lips and letting their tongues tangle together. His skin was in contact with every inch of hers, except for that flimsy scrap of lace that covered her deepest, wettest, hottest, secrets. Taylor moaned and arched her body, grinding her pelvis into his. In response his hands sneaked down past her luscious breasts and flat stomach before he encountered her lace-covered mound. Teasingly he pressed his fingers against her slit; Taylor mewled and arched against his hand, silently begging for more contact. With a low growl, Daryl pulled his lips from hers only to kiss his way down her body to her waiting pussy. Without permeable, he tore off the offensive piece of material and spread her legs wide in front of him. She blushed hotly as she felt his breath on her most intimate flesh. Slowly, Daryl lowered his head and licked her pink, wet flesh, savouring the tangy sweetness. His mouth explored her pussy, but his eyes never left her face, watching with satisfaction as each lick and nibble on her sensitive flesh made her quake and tremble. Taylor let her eyes sink close, and bit back a moan as Daryl teased her unmercifully, licking and sucking at the flesh all her around her aching clit. Then, he finally allowed his eyes to focus on the little swollen pearl, just begging for his attention. Watching Taylor carefully, Daryl slipped her clit into his mouth and sucked. As if a bolt of electricity had been run through her, Taylor's body arched and her mouth opened in a silent cry as she came hard, bucking against him, trying to get away from the alleviating pleasure as Daryl continued suckling gently. He pinned her hips down easily and only when she finally began to come down from her orgasm did he pull away from her. She lay there, watching him through hooded eyes, as she panted for breath. He leaned down and kissed her deeply, letting their tongues tangle... and letting her taste her own spicy essence on his lips. Taylor groaned and wrapped her legs around his hips. Slowly, sensuously, she began rocking against him, letting him feel the wet heat of her core against his straining cock. And just like that, Daryl snapped. With a low growl, he grabbed her hips and aligned her right at the tip of his cock and held her there. His fingers dug so deeply into her hips that he left bruises, but at that moment, neither cared. Holding her gaze, he pressed forward, sliding his cock torturously slow into the wet, hot, depths of her cunt. Taylor's shuddered as he buried his entire length in her....and then pulled out before thrusting roughly back in again. Again, and again, they rocked against each other, she arching her body upward as he thrust down, each time sending them both spiralling, gasping in pleasure. His thrusts became harder, faster....it was all Taylor could do not to scream as she climbed to orgasm once more. Her nails dug desperately into his shoulders...leaving bloody half-moons. Gasping for breath, she cried out his name as her world exploded. Daryl was on the verge of insanity as Taylor pulsed around him, milking him as she came again and again, as each thrust sent her into new convulsions. 'Taylor....' He ground out her name, as he braced himself for his orgasm. It hit him with all the force of a mach-truck, sending unbelievable waves of pleasure through-out his entire body as he endured the longest orgasm of his life. Finally, exhausted, he collapsed onto her body and buried his face in the sweet curve of her neck as he struggled to get his breath and some form of composure back. He had never, ever, felt anything like the ecstasy of having Taylor as his lover. Nothing he had ever experienced had come close. Just knowing it was Taylor had made all the difference. He loved her. There was no more running from it, he loved her..... he'd always loved her. Lifting his head, he whispered it, lovingly, softly into her ear among tender endearments. And as he looked into the face of the one he loved, as he watched her eyes fill with joyous tears, and heard her whisper that she loved him too....Daryl knew, he had finally come home. Senorita Muscles I recently got a new boss and it goes to show you should never jump to conclusions. Though she only stood 5'1", she was a beautiful Mexican woman with rich brown eyes and flowing jet black hair to the center of her back. When I first heard that old man Jenkins, Executive Vice President for Financial Affairs was being replaced by 29 year old Juanita Vasquez, I pictured either some dowdy overweight, nose to the grindstone woman, or a gorgeous woman who slept her way to the top. After working for her for 3 months, I was pleasantly surprised with her intelligence, and although she could be a bit demanding at times, generally found her fair minded. I guess the thing that surprised me the most was the day she took off her suit jacket when we were both working late in her office. It was the first time I had seen her without a complete pants suit, with jacket. My eyes nearly bugged out of my head and my jaw dropped open as I openly stared at the massive muscular development, totally exposed by the silk sleeveless shirt. She had to have the most defined upper body development on anyone, man or woman I had ever seen, and I couldn't hide my excitement as I sprouted a throbbing erection. I looked up into her eyes and turned beat read as she stared at my crotch with a smile on her face. I wanted to crawl under her couch and hide. "I'm very sorry Ms. Vasquez. I didn't mean for this to happen." Seductively she moved toward me and surprised me by grabbing my crotch, just firmly enough to let me know she was in charge. "Tell me why you got a hard on Richard, my little Gringo. Is it because I am your boss? Or could it be because you have a thing for Mexican women." Stepping back, she hit a double biceps pose and her arms exploded with powerful bronzed muscle. ...."or was it perhaps that you like strong muscular women?" I had always masturbated to the women in muscle magazines, but I had never come close to meeting one in person, and now, the woman who I reported to for guidance everyday was flaunting her incredible development before my eyes. "I can tell by that bulge in your pants that my little Gringo likes what he sees. If you would like to see more, you will have to remove your clothes first." I thought about how hairy my body was, and how underdeveloped my arms and legs were, but I decided, the hell with it. This was an opportunity too exquisite to pass up, so I quickly disrobed and stood naked, with my hands over my cock, praying that she wouldn't be turned off by my body. "Mmmmm....you look so sexy." I wondered if I had heard correctly. Did she just call me sexy? "Put your hands down by your side and slowly turn around so I can have a look at you." I did as I was told, holding my breath for her analysis. "Oh yes. Very nice. I love a hairy body, and most of my past Hispanic boyfriends had none anywhere except their crotch. You are not only endowed with the hairiest chest I have ever seen, but you even have it on your back. Incredible!" "I guess you have kept your end of the bargain, so let me know what you think." Slowly she removed the silk shirt from her body and the musculature sprang to life in her broad tanned shoulders. She removed her bra and her firm breasts stood magnificently with large brown aureoles. I was mesmerized by her beauty and fitness as I my cock rose to it's full four inches. Juanita stared at my erection and licked her lips. "Mmmm, you have the cutest, sexiest little pink dick. My countrymen are all dark brown, and the pink looks so healthy and delicious." I could not have written a more incredible script than what I was hearing as I watched her remove her pants and panties. She turned slowly allowing me to take in every muscular inch of her beauty, and I just had to know.... "Um, Ms. Vasquez can I ask you a question?" "It's Juanita after hours, and sure you can ask me a question?" "Well, I don't want to sound like a jerk, but are you as strong as you look?" With a sly smile she beckoned me with her index finger and I approached her beautiful naked body. She held up her spread fingers for a test of mercy and we locked up. She told me to go, and I tried to twist her fingers with all my might, but they did not budge. After thirty seconds, she smiled and almost without any effort bent my fingers back in one steady easy motion, sending me to my knees. "Ple...Please, I give." Fortunately she released my fingers immediately, then moved to her coffee table and held her hand up for an arm wrestling contest. I got on my knees opposite her and locked hands and she once again waited for me to start. I tensed every muscle in my body, straining against her arm, but it was useless trying to move her, and slowly she put me down to the table. God this woman was incredible! "Well I guess that proves that you are as strong as you look. Please don't kick the shit out of me for asking, but um....are you as tasty as you look?" "Oh my. My little sexy hairy Gringo is an oral man is he? Well why don't we clear off this desk and you can decide for yourself." As she lay on her back, I slowly advanced and began to lick and suck her toes. I moved up her bulging calves and thighs taking care not to miss an inch, and when I made it to her hairy wet pussy, the scent and taste was incredible which I feasted on for twenty minutes. "Juanita...um, you wouldn't think it was too perverted if I asked you to turn over so I could do your back would you?" "Oh Lord I have hit pay dirt. If my past boyfriends would go anywhere near my backside, I had to nearly sterilize it. You are such a nasty sexy little man." I thought I would pass out when I lowered my head to the round muscular cheeks of her ass. The smell of her was exotic, and she had dark black hairs at and in the crack of her ass. I slowly licked from the tip of her pussy up into her ass crack and deeply inserted my hungry tongue into her rectum. I was in heaven, and devoured her for another twenty minutes. Flipping to her back once again, she directed me to straddle her face with my crotch, and she took my pink member into her mouth as she inserted a finger into my asshole. I licked and sucked on her pussy lips and clit as we both moaned with pleasure. We screamed out simultaneously in mind blowing orgasms, then held each other as we slowly came back to earth. Although she is my boss, is far superior to me in intelligence, income, and strength, I hope that one day I will come to own her with my Gringo tongue and she will ask me to marry her.