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Chapter One Two weeks after that redeye to Boston and getting dicked down in the best way by Mr. Harris, I found myself back on pace to undergo another long drought. I said I wanted to hook up with Mario, but his messages sort of trailed off and if there was one thing I wasn’t EVER going to do, that was run behind a man.My mother had always said, “When a man wants you, he makes an effort to be in your life.” And since his effort had faded, I used my escape, which was working out and working.I was in my office, going over designs well after quitting time when my stomach reminded me that I needed food, so finally, I headed out. I planned to stop for some Caribbean food, a bottle of wine, and some chocolate cookies and then head home.When I arrived home, I took a nice shower and dressed in a loose-fitted tank and some undies. I planned to pleasure myself as soon as I was done eating and drinking that bottle of wine.I had the music nice and low, as I lay in my bed. I pulled my panties down to mid-thigh and massaged my inner thigh as I licked my lips, imagining I was being kissed.Slowly, my finger drifted to find my sweet pearl and I started with a tap. I tapped it repeatedly and then made circles, around and around and around, my heart racing. Just as I was about to slip my fingers into my pool, my cellphone sounded. I grunted as I looked over and saw some strange number. Since my vibe was interrupted, I wiped my fingers on my shirt and answered, “Hello?”“Hola, mamita, preciosa,” he said.“Mario?”“Ah, you remember me. What are you doing?” he asked.I chuckled, “You want a lie or the https://escortium.org truth?”He laughed, “I’m intrigued. Tell me both and I’ll see which one is the truth.”I smiled. “I’m sitting here reading a copy of War I’d lick your clit until you cry.”“Is that so.”“Yeah girl, I don’t fuck around.”I laughed. “I suppose we’ll see.”“It’s a date, tomorrow,” he stated. He bit his lip and I saw him moving his hand.“Are you stroking yourself?”He grinned. “Yeah. You wanna see?”I nodded. When he angled the camera and allowed me to see him, my heart quickened. He had sent me a picture before, but seeing it live on camera was a sight to behold. That sausage was thick and long, the tip was beautiful. I blushed. “Wow.”“You think you can handle all of it?” he asked cockily.“I’m sure I can,” I responded with certainty. He nodded with a slight grin as if he accepted my challenge.“I wanna see you play with your pussy before I go to sleep.”I opened my legs nice and wide. A little of my juice was at the opening. I was already wet from my pregame and sitting there, watching him stroke his monster cock made me even wetter.“Damn, you’re already wet.”I took my left strap off, so my boob was exposed. I lifted it and licked my nipple. I made circles around the areola with my tongue before sucking it. He stroked his shaft while he watched.I took my right and found my pearl and started to tap it as I had done earlier and then made circles, giving it a nice polish. I arched my back and allowed my fingers to trace the fold of my labia.“Put your fingers inside, mami.”I did as he requested, allowed two fingers to penetrate my wet paradise and I moaned.“That’s it, mamita, don’t hold back, I wanna hear you.”The more he coached me, the deeper and faster I went, I moaned loudly, as the sensation sent waves throughout my body. I heard him moan and groan as he rapidly ran his hand up and down his shaft, bringing himself closer to orgasm. My leg shook and I flinched, almost crushing my hand.I saw as his cum erupted and oozed down the sides of his massive cock. We were both panting. I laughed, “Oh my God.”“That was beautiful. I can’t wait to see you tomorrow.”“Good night, Mario.”“Good night.” Chapter Two When he arrived, I was wearing a sexy black lace dress, which looked see-through, but there was a beige cloth stitched inside. I was wearing a nice thong and bra set that he’d get to see later.“Damn, we may not even make it out,” he stated as he surveyed my attire. “I like that dress.”“Thank you. So where are we going?” I asked.“Y-bor.”“Nice,” I replied. The area was cute, had sort of this old Spanish vibe from when the Cubans first arrived and settled in the city. There were plenty of shops, clubs, and restaurants to enjoy, even a nice park.We ended up at this spot that served Mexican-inspired dishes. We sat at a table and waited for our food to arrive, as we talked. As he told me about his job as an electrician, I took off my sandal and place my foot between his legs, and circled his package with my toes.He grinned. The server arrived with our food and placed everything down in front of us. His face was flushed red and I continued to massage his cock.“Anything else?” the server asked.“We’re good,” I responded. She walked away and I finally removed my foot so he could eat. He shook his head. “Keep that same energy later on.”I laughed. “I will.”Afterward, we walked to a club that played Latin music. The beats thumped through the speakers loudly. Couples danced to salsa. As we headed to the bar, some guys checked me out. Mario placed his hands on my hips and walked behind me. As I ordered drinks, he kissed the back of my neck. He paid for our drinks and we walked over to a table and sat.We had a few drinks, and his hand slipped under my dress and squeezed my thigh. I looked into his sexy brown eyes and leaned in so close, our lips almost touched. I placed my nose into the crease of his neck and indulged in the scent of his cologne. He chuckled and then moaned when I bit his neck and later his earlobe.His hand moved higher until he found my panties already damp. He strummed up and down and then in a circular motion. He was about to slip inside of my thong, but I reached for his hand and dragged him out to the dance floor.Reggaetón blasted through the speakers. Women gyrated on men, women danced on each other, some men and women stood and watched. I had my back to Mario with my ass pressed against his cock, while winding my hips. I felt his package grow as his right hand held my hip and he rolled on me from behind.I felt his left hand ease up my thigh and stop. We were both full on rum as we danced. I turned to him; his hands rested on my hips as I leaned in. Our lips pressed together and my tongue found his. It was hot. I pulsated below and wanted to leave right then. He looked at me, licked his lips, and grinned, “Let’s go.”
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