Hey, readers welcome to this interracial story of mine. This being an interracial story means it will have sex between a black man and a white woman. If that pairing offends/doesn’t interest you then please find something on this site that does (there is a lot of great content on here). All characters appearing in this story are above the age of 18. Now if you all can, please leave comments about what you liked, didn’t like, and anything else. Now please enjoy.
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Hazel logged off of her computer and picked up her cell phone. Looking down at the illuminated screen she clenched it as the picture of her boyfriend shined, his dumb face looking back at her. At this moment she debated following through with her plans, stopping herself from making another mistake that could lead to consequences she would not want to handle. As the moments passed the rational part of her brain started to shout louder and louder. The arguments it made were so painfully logical that they should have swayed her. All she had to do was send a simple one-line text, it was that simple. The thing was simple and logical were nothing compared to the sheer pangs of desire that she felt. Placing her phone into her pocketbook and reaching for her keys she walked out of the luxury office. Her heels clicked against the concrete of the parking garage thrashing against her ears. The deeply faithful part of her couldn’t stop the feeling like she was walking into hell.
She got into her car and started driving. It was painfully silent as she eased across the well-maintained roads, she refused to turn on the radio because it wouldn’t help. Each mile she drove the traffic got less and less dense, almost as if God himself was making her decision easier for her. “Well if the big guy wants it,” she said to no one in particular. Checking her rearview mirror she cut across one of the lanes of traffic and took the first exit. She was downtown now, drumming her fingers on the wheel she felt the trepidation for the first time. Gripping the steering wheel she truly questioned herself, what the fuck was she doing? Twisting the fine leather in her hand she hated how she felt, how weak she was at this moment. This was not the Hazel she was used to. This wasn’t the woman who conquered UPenn, and this wasn’t the woman who made VP in just a few years. This woman was weak and lecherous, someone who was violating every rule of decency she had known.
The horn blasted out, reminding her that she wasn’t in some space with unlimited time. She put her foot onto the pedal and allowed the car to slide forward. She took her time turning down the twisted backroads that had become so familiar to her by now. Pulling her car into the small parking lot of a 24hour convenience store she gave herself a moment just to breathe. As the air filled her lungs she made the decision to stop stalling. Walking from her car to the store she made her way to the back. Her eyes scanned the rows of contraceptives until she found what she needed. Picking up the familiar box she turned it over as if it was a fine treasure. Smiling she proceeded to walk back to the counter where a young girl was ringing out absentmindedly. As Hazel placed the box down the girl grabbed the condoms and rang them. Suddenly her face morphed into a questioning one. “Ma’am are you sure these are the right size?” she asked.
Hazel blinked twice forgetting that the brand wasn’t commonly bought, and those who did usually worked in the more adult section of Hollywood. Sighing she looked at the girl and cleared things up, “Oh trust me it’s the right size.” The girl looked over Hazel’s unflinching eyes and realized she was telling the truth. Now that inquisitive look morphed into a brand new one. Now the familiar butterflies danced within Hazel’s stomach as she recognized the traces of jealousy. Grabbing the bag and her receipt she ran out of the room, feeling like a little kid who was getting candy for the first time.
As Hazel entered her vehicle she sat there, this time free of certain apprehensions. Maybe it was the conversation with the girl and the look of jealousy that caused her mind to switch. The very voices that were screaming at her to stop were now rationalizing the decision. “You came this far, why stop now? One more time won’t hurt. This is your last time,” they called to her shrieking with excited jovial giggles. Hazel smiled as she agreed with them, looking in the mirror she made she looked acceptable. If this was going to be the last time it needed to be spectacular. Reaching into her bag she grabbed for the lipstick and reapplied the burgundy shade. Flexing her lips and blowing herself a kiss she smiled and started the drive.
As she carved through the streets driving to her meeting her car gave the familiar beeps. Taking a glance at the display she saw the name of the man she claimed to love. Pressing the button she started the call while forcing herself to swallow her disgust. “Hey baby,” she said.
“Hey darling,” he said in the familiar high pitched voice, “Just wanted to see how work is going.” Hazel grimaced as she remembered the lie she had told him. Tonight he expected her to be at her desk diligently working trying to sure up deals before she officially left her job.
She hooked a left and responded, “Oh dear it’s fine. You know the same boring financial statements. I have to make some calls to some overseas branches to make sure these deals go through.”
She could feel her husband beam with pride as he responded, “Oh that’s nice dear, I just wanted to make sure that you eat something. I know how you get.” At his words, something in Hazel snapped and she had to pull over to the side of the road. Ben was a lot of things not all of them good, but she had to admit he was caring in his own way. Grinding her teeth she promised under her breath to end things tonight.
“Baby don’t worry I’m gonna get something to eat. Don’t wait alright, we have a lot of packing to do tomorrow,” she said. Ben agreed and ended the call, the poor guy thought she had to work to do. Bringing her finger up to her face she wiped away the tiny formations of tears. This wasn’t gonna be easy, but she had to do it. Making sure it was clear she pulled back onto the road and speeded to her final destination. Rolling up to the valet she smiled as the usual weekend attendant recognized her. “Hello deary, don’t scratch him,” she said with a wink. The man nodded as she handed him a rolled-up $20 bill. Getting out with nothing but her purse she walked through the doors like she owned the place, right up to the receptionist. The middle-aged woman looked at her with the warm welcoming smile that had been earned over the months that she had been visiting.
Looking at the woman in a non-judgemental voice she said “South Tower Room 445. Please enjoy your night.” Not enjoy your stay, but enjoy your night The coy way that the woman said it made her stomach sink as what she was doing became so routine. Walking through the throngs of people checking in she really wished she didn’t have to do this, but it needed to be done. She kept her head down through the rest of the lobby, around the corners and up the elevator, and even through the spacious corridor of rooms. She only lifted it when she got outside the door. Taking one last breath she swiped the key against the lock and entered.
The room was a large spacious one with plenty of space for a couple to romp around like horny teens. It was the standard room that all of her trysts had taken part in, a king-sized bed, smart TV with all the adult channels, and plenty of liquor. All of those things didn’t matter to her as she focused on the main reason that she was there. The beautiful black man sat pridefully in the chair, like a king looking down on his latest wench. Hazel shuddered under the gaze, the familiar tingling starting to rise from her loins. She hated the fact that this man had this effect on her, but at the same time, she loved it. In an attempt to squelch the growing fire of lust, she squeezed her thighs together. The thing was the girlish smile still crept onto her face as she reconciled with her lust.
He was her “Her favorite chocolate dessert.” That he was a veritable buffet of man that caused many a woman to glare at her in jealousy as she would walk underneath his arm. He had that boyish charm that shined through her cut and dry demeanor. The low lights of the room made illuminated his smooth chocolate skin, and gave the smile he flashed her a mysterious gleam. Underneath the look, she shuddered feeling like a schoolgirl again as she just stared back at his soft eyes. Swallowing she stepped forward licking her lips as she greeted him, “Brandon, I’m so happy to see you.”
The man looked her up and down before enveloping her in his frame. Hazel felt how hard his body was and allowed herself to simply melt into his frame, taking in the unique scent that rolled off of him. In that moment of uncharacteristic weakness, Hazel realized what she would miss most from the arrangement. Something about how Brandon could just consume all of her brought out the feminine side, the one that craved him as a man. That wasn’t an easy task by any means and she knew when this was over she would miss that feeling. Hazel wrapped her arms around the man’s thickened midsection and placed her head on his chest and just stayed there. This would be another thing she would miss, the obvious strength that was contained within his body.
The man pulled back from the woman and grinned down at her. His thick lips broke slightly to reveal the pearly white teeth. Gleaming like fine jewels in the light of the hotel room, Hazel was mesmerized. Keeping the smile Brandon reached around and took her rounded ass into his hands. Giving it a squeeze he pulled her back to his body, taking the time to feel the feminine curves. As she collided with him, her plump breasts squeezed against his own hardened chest. Hazel moaned out as Brandon started to massage the fleshy rear. Hazel allow him to just play with her ass, just sitting there enjoying the movements. In the midst of their embrace, she felt herself start to shake. This is where things would get hard.
All her life Hazel had craved a man who would willingly accept her as she was. She wasn’t the dainty daisy that all her friends were, and part of her had no intention of being it. Growing up in her milquetoast suburb, she never garnered the attention of her friends. Maybe it was her demanding attitude, or maybe it was the fact that she was bigger than most of the boys. Either way, she lacked dates, even when she started to develop the hourglass figure she now sported with pride. It all changed in college when she was a volleyball player. As an athlete, she was exposed to black men, something her hometown was lacking. Unlike her younger days, the wonderful array of specimens couldn’t get enough of her. Her coed days were filled with being courted by some of the strongest and most handsome men around. Slowly she developed a taste for intense long-lasting sex, where she would be driven into the mattress or floor.
Brandon moved his mouth down to her exposed neck, kissing the exposed flesh. He wanted so badly to start biting the supple yet tanned flesh, but he knew better. Hazel had made it clear during their regular rendezvous that she couldn’t have any evidence on her. For now, he resigned himself to just kissing the flesh, and avoiding leaving love bites. His offhand had joined the other on Hazel’s round ass. Both worked in tandem, kneading the flesh and coaxing out the small moans and hisses from the woman. Hazel moved her hand to Brandon’s head intertwining her fingers in between the kinky locks of his black hair. Craving more touch, she ran her hand up and down his back. As she felt the rippling muscles underneath the soft v-neck sweater she felt her knees buckle. Brandon stopped peppering her neck and looked at the woman who was in his arms, his mouth turned into a cocky knowing smile. “Sit down,” he commanded while guiding her to the large king-size bed. Like an obedient puppy, Hazel made her way to the soft piece of furniture, spreading her legs as soon as she was on it.
In her sweetest voice, she asked, “Mind pouring me a drink?” Brandon moved to fulfill her request, which made her smile. Hazel sat there just smiling as she watched the man pour her drink, and return it to her. Taking the crystal glass in her hand she took a sip, the familiar burn of fine whiskey caused goosebumps to form on her skin. Brandon looked at her not caring for another drink just yet, instead choosing to take in her form. Hazel was a beautiful big woman, not really fat instead just sturdy for lack of a better word. He liked his women built thicker, and Hazel liked showing her body off just for him. Even though she was a professional when the two had their hookups she made sure to dress the part highlighting the features he loved…and tonight she did not disappoint.
She had a blue blouse that clung tightly to her body, the buttons doing their very best to constrain her amazing chest. No matter how many times he had seen them, they never failed to impress him. Giant milk jugs topped with dark brown nipples that protruded out at the slightest touch, he spent many times just suckling on them. Now here he was just staring at them from behind the thin fabric of her shirt. He kept staring noting the way her stomach protruded out, while most men would have been turned off by it, he found himself loving the soft curve. His eyes continued to travel and he found himself lingering on her lower body. Hazel knew what she was doing when she got dressed this morning. She knew that Brandon loved her legs when clad in stockings, and revealed just enough as her skirt took over. Smiling she watched as he sank to his knees, resting between the fleshy valley.
He took his time running his hands up and down, just feeling the soft material. Hazel allowed her head to rock back and sighed, she loved the gentle touch of the man. As she enjoyed the motions she heard his deep expressive voice. “Damn, I’m gonna miss these,” he said while placing a kiss on the peek of skin that was revealed. The sadness wasn’t lost on Hazel, especially considering she was feeling the same thing.
For the two of them, it was the end of an era, that started while the two were in college. He was the sexy black man who could do more than fuck, he kept her entertained with hours of conversations. To him, she was the sexy blonde woman who wouldn’t mind pushing him against the wall, dropping to her knees, and blowing him whenever she felt like it. Their relationship was magical and somehow the feelings only grew between the two of them. Instead of quick hookups, they found themselves taking their time, enjoying nights that started with dinner and conversation, then ended with lovemaking sessions. Those sessions could last hours, as the two athletes were completely engrossed with each other. When one got tired of moving the other would simply lavish them, while waiting for their turn. It was the perfect arrangement until reality came knocking on the door. At the end of her program, Hazel got an offer that was too good to accept, and she had to leave her star sent lover for a chance to make something of herself.
In her time away from Brandon, Hazel had climbed the ranks of her company. Now an executive on the fast track she had everything she could have wanted, even a wonderful beau named Ben. The thing is the heart constantly craves more, no matter how much one has. While away on business Hazel saw him. Brandon was working his magic, entertaining his fellow executives and regaling them with story after story, all with the same smile that had captured her attention earlier. At that moment, seeing him at the bar erased the happy home she shared with her boyfriend and transported her back to being the coed who saw a man she had to have. With the same confidence as their first meeting, she made her way over, capturing his attention with a smile. Just like before Brandon fell for it, the flashes of their relationship flooding his mind and bringing him back to the many nights they spent within each other’s arms. Like a well-oiled machine, the two found themselves racing upstairs and into the closest room. They didn’t miss a beat as they performed the forbidden dance like they had hundreds of times before.
Hazel could’ve stopped the affair after the first time, after she woke up her hair a mess and thighs noticeably sore. She could’ve kissed him goodbye and simply chalked it up to a mistake fueled by alcohol. The thing is we all wouldn’t be here if she did that. To her credit, she did come clean to Brandon about her relationship, a simple formality to explain why she wouldn’t be able to sneak away all the time. To Brandon that didn’t matter, he was given the deal of a lifetime. He would get his lover back, and when she couldn’t be there physically he was free to charm any other of the highly successful women that were a simple text away.
With the groundwork laid and the boundaries set the two started the second version of their previous relationship. Now instead of sneaking into seedy bars for bottom shelf liquor, they had the world’s finest alcohol at their fingertips. The old rickety dorm beds now morphed into plush king-sized mattresses with a variety of features, a favorite being a gentle massage that came after physically intense rounds. Brandon could now sit back, instead of cheap bras bought on sale, Hazel showed off the good stuff. Now the man was free to rip it off of her, price didn’t matter. Thongs and teddies were torn to shreds as Hazel allowed her ebony god to take her biblically. The two lived in their own playground, a world created to satisfy their own perverse needs. In this world, Hazel was reminded that she was a woman, and had taken careful steps to show it. She got back into the gym shedding the small bit of weight she had gained right out of college, her makeup was done every day, and you bet that she made sure she was prim and proper for her man.
Back in the other reality, Ben was none the wiser. What he saw was his girlfriend find her spirit again. While not the specimen that Brandon was, he was a decent man. He tried doing things the right way, and Hazel could not fault him for that. He was committed and worked hard, doing his best to always put her first. It took a lot of practice for Hazel to simply shut her brain off to the fact that someone got hurt by her infidelity. It was simple enough, just don’t think about it. Well, that simplicity came crashing down when Ben rose to his feet in her favorite restaurant. He spoke with a fire and passion that she had never seen, and then dropped down to one knee. She was in a dulled state of shock, one where she didn’t even realize she had said “Yes.” Before she knew it she was rushing to meetings with planners, and dress shopping. Her relationship had now taken the next step.
At this time any normal woman would have called something off, Hazel wasn’t normal though. As she started to settle into her role as a wife, a part of her brain craved what Brandon offered her. If Ben was the static good guy who was reliable, Brandon was the chaotic drug that kept her wired. Ben was consistent and kept her level, Brandon knew which buttons to push to get the best out of her. Ben held her during sex and went slow, while Brandon left her a screaming mess even when he was being gentle. It was a surplus of fortune that was cursing her. No matter what she wanted to keep it going, to have the best of both worlds, but that’s having your cake and eating too.
She had no idea when things had changed but they did one day. Ben would start grabbing at her with a fervent lust while proclaiming how much he loved her. He would start leaving his marks and caressing her body in a protective almost masculine manner. While not the same as being in the larger arms of her black lover, it felt refreshing. There was a warmth to what he was doing that left her giddy. At the same time, Brandon turned into something else. In bed, his actions became deep and purposeful like he was intent on her. No longer were they fucking for sport, no she was the focal point. She was the queen and he was her loyal servant intent on fulfilling her needs. It was as if he got off on hearing her soft purrs. When he was finished he would hold her and just talk. Instead of asking her high-level questions about random topics, he asked about her. He wanted to know her mind, what did she think? What did she feel, how did she feel? It was then that things hit her. The two men physical opposites in every way would stare at her with the same look. A look of pure love, damn near adoration. It was under the burning looks that she felt judged. Like Esther wearing the scarlet A, she felt singled out by the men. The thing was they weren’t judging her, it was her own annoying conscience screaming for her to make amends. She knew that she had to.
No matter what anyone tells you, breaking a heart is hard. That was the lesson that Hazel had learned. For her the choice was easy, Brandon wanted kids, and she didn’t. It wouldn’t be fair to rob the man of a chance to be a loving father, even though she had the feeling he would do it in a heartbeat. That why she was in the hotel with him. She had already told him the situation, and he accepted it. The thing was she wasn’t going to send her lover off without one final “Goodbye.”
Rising up onto her forearms she looked and saw him just kissing her thighs. She had to stop him before he got a chance to get started, or else she would be a quivering mess in no time. “Brandon, we talked about this,” she said putting on her big girl voice. The black man gave her a look similar to a kicked puppy but got up and sat on the bed next to her.
“So it is over huh?” he asked checking for the slightest hint of doubt.
“It is,” she said while rising up off of the bed. Now here she stood staring down at the man who had captivated her for so long. “Doesn’t mean we can’t have a bit of fun,” she purred as she bent down. Sliding her fingers underneath his chin she forced him into a kiss. Her tongue found its way in between his thick lips and wrestled with his own organ for a while. Slowly parting the two were panting as brown eyes met her green ones. With a devious smirk, Hazel stepped back and did a small twirl so her plump ass was facing her. Walking over to where the remote was, she picked it up and changed the channel to the music stations. Immediately the soothing R&B sounds came out, setting the atmosphere as Hazel returned to the front of her man. Brandon scanned her form, noting the shirt, the skirt, the stockings, and the sexy red heels that boosted the woman’s height. “Up here big guy,” Hazel whispered out. Brandon shot his eyes back up in time to see the woman start her routine.
She moved with the music, gyrating her hips slowly. Each pulse of the beat brought another dip as the woman moved. With grace, she brought her fingers up to her blouse. With a twisted grin, she slowly started working them loose. The trick captivated Brandon, causing him to all but drool over her body. Her shirt parted like the sea, revealing the sea-green bra. The triangular cups held up her tanned tits, forming a deep valley of cleavage that begged for his attention. The cups themselves were just thin enough to make out the outlines of her hardening nipples. Brandon got up wanting to take her immediately, but she stepped back and wagged her finger. “Ugh ugh, big boy no touchy,” she said, forcing Brandon to sit back down.
Looking up he watched as she continued. This time her chest swayed just as she did. She turned and bent down, showing off her large ass. Now she popped up before continuing the moves. Reaching down she unbuttoned her skirt and slowly let the garment fall to the floor. Her lovely ass was decked out in a thin sea-green thong. The lace of the panties curved around her wide hips, leading to the tiny triangle that covered her mound. Rocking her hips she turned back around and saw her prize. Brandon was sitting there, clad in his slacks and the v-neck. His entire body looked to be trembling with desire, specifically the large bulge that threatened to break through his pants. She could tell by the wild look in his eye, that he wanted to jump her. Taking step after step she closed the distance between the two of them.
Standing in front of him, she felt a feeling of power wash over her. Nothing compared to what she was feeling as she looked down at him. Even with her view blocked by her own bust, she could feel the intense stare. Grinding her thighs together, she felt her heart drop into her thong. Bending down she dropped to his eye level, staring into the deep brown eyes. “What are you waiting for?” she panted. Striking like a snake, he captured her lips. Hazel was on fire as she returned the passionate embrace. The duo’s tongues battled for superiority as Hazel moved closer and started to straddle the man. Brandon wrapped his hands around her body, feeling the warm flesh. Breaking just for a moment Hazel gripped at his shirt doing her best to rip it off her body. With an animalistic growl, she gave her first of many commands, “Take this the fuck off.”
Brandon followed her orders, dipping low to pull the damn piece off. Hazel licked her lips as the muscular body of the man came into view. Large, packed with muscle, and a few tattoos made him the absolute object of her desire. Placing her hand onto his shoulder she lightly pushed him down. Falling back he grinned as he looked at this tanned goddess. Her body glowed in the lights and she grinned, moving her hips slowly she felt his cock twitch at her movements. Now she moved forward, a mighty lioness enjoying the capture of her last hunt. Placing her hands on the sides of her head, she bent down and started to kiss him. Each one was soft and delicate, the mark of a woman who was greeting her lover. At first, she captured his lips but moved down. She was possessed by her lust and intrigue. If this was going to be her last time, then she was going to draw a map of his body for her memories.
She broke from his lips and moved to his collarbone and below. Sliding her body against his she peppered his body as she trailed to the top of his pants. Smiling she placed one final kiss on the prominent bulge. Moving her hand to his stomach, she slinked down to the floor, resting on her knees. With a bit of dexterity, she moved to unbuckle his belt, before stripping his pants and underwear in one go. No matter how many times she saw it, she would always be amazed by his cock. A thick monolith of flesh, with veins running up and down its considerable length, it was a testament to what a man should be. Just as the thoughts reared in her mind she felt the familiar twinges of guilt, Bob didn’t have this, but he gave her more than enough pleasure. Swallowing her guilt she tilted her head and looked at the man. Sitting up on his elbows, Brandon was looking down at the woman expecting her to make her move. Hazel licked her lips before attacking the fleshy log.
She wasted no time, swirling her tongue around the bulbous head. Each swipe started to coax more and more precum to the surface. Acting as if she was enjoying a treat, she ran her tongue up and down. Brandon hissed as he felt her mouth wrap around him. Starting at the head she focused then and there, just enjoying the salty yet sweet flavor. She knew what Brandon liked, and she was going to give it to him. Sucking her cheeks in she felt him jerk just a bit. “Oh fuck keep going baby,” came the harsh voice of her man. Popping off the head she wrapped her hand around it and started to jerk him.
Looking at the man she grinned, and purred, “You like that? You love the way I suck your dick?”
“Oh fuck yeah,” Brandon said while moving his hands to her face. He stroked her cheek in a tender expression and smiled at her.
Hazel took a deep breath and looked at the man. She wanted so badly to allow him to continue, but that would mean too much intimacy. With a twisted grin, she looked at the man and decided to corrupt the innocent gesture. “Baby how about you take that hand and force me down on this big black cock?” she said while stroking his dick, “I’ll tap out if it’s too much.” Brandon looked at a chaotic gleam shown in his eye he followed her orders. Moving from her face to her hair he started to push her down, her mouth wide open. Inch after inch poked into her and she took it all. She was in a hazy state of lust as she was forced to take it. Breathing through her nose she started to suck. It was like she was trying to suck a thick milkshake, each puff of her cheek an attempt to get the sweet nectar that existed deep in his balls. Brandon grunted and groaned, refusing to move his hand and enjoying having the woman on his dick.
Hazel started to moan as Brandon’s cock pulsed in his mouth. Pushing back against his hand slightly she started to move. Up and down, focusing on feeling the mighty rod slide in her throat. Brandon was beyond himself now as he kept groaning, feeling the tight hole that was her throat. “Fuck keep going,” Brandon said, but Hazel didn’t need to be told. She was on a mission to make him erupt. She felt a familiar movement of her man’s dick, the twitching that was signaling the end. She moved like a hungry predator, taking in as much as she could. As she acted on her own sexual needs she took in everything through her senses.
The sounds of his moans, the taste of his cock, and the amazingly masculine smell. Taking a big whiff she groaned as kept going. Each second that passed brought another twitch from the man, his breathing got more ragged. Brandon gripped her blonde locks in his hand and kept forcing her down. Hazel took the journey savoring it for the last time. In what could only be described as a volcano going off his dick erupted. Hazel’s eyes got wide as she tasted the tidal wave, the salty onslaught coating her throat. Still sucking her treat, Hazel drank gladly from the man. Brandon removed his hand from her head and allowed her to leave his dick. She sat there smiling at him, her eyes begging for more.
Brandon once again propped himself up onto his elbows and beckoned her to him. She followed his orders crawling up onto the bed and watching as he moved to the side. With the same devilish grin, she knew what he wanted. Arching her back so that her ass was on display she smiled at the man before winking. “God damn, am I gonna miss this,” he said while delivering a harsh slap, causing the fat to jiggle. Hazel moaned out and kept wiggling as she watched him disappear from her sight. The bed creaked under the man’s weight as he moved to the back, getting an unobstructed view. Bringing his hands to her ass he slapped it again, before pulling the sea-green piece down her thick legs. With a smile, he looked at the delicious glistening lips, all puffy and begging to be tasted. Dipping his face forward he took in a big breath, smelling the intoxicating aroma of a woman who needed a man.
“Ooh,” Hazel cooed as wiggled, almost begging to be played with. Brandon took the invitation and dragged his tongue from the bottom of her pussy up to the top, threatening to invade the puckered hole that rests in between her fleshy cheeks. Hazel cooed once again, glad that Brandon wasn’t skipping out on her pleasure. This was going to be her last time, and she was going to enjoy it. Brandon was all smiles as he parted her cheeks, giving himself access to the quickly moistening tunnel. Like a kid eager for his first taste of desert he ventured forward, diving in. His tongue moved into her, churning in her body. Each swipe brought more and more of her sweet juices out and onto his tongue. Like a possessed man Brandon moaned into her body, causing her to shake with delight. Hazel let her chest collapse onto the bed, arching her back so the man would have even more access.
“God you taste good,” he said while leaning back.
Hazel beamed, but at the same time compliments weren’t going to get her off. “Keep going baby!” she growled. Brandon gave her ass a fun slap as he continued dining. Each pass of the delicate organ forced her to churn her hips, arching, and moaning into the hotel’s pillows. With wicked intent, he grabbed her hips and forced her to remain still, even though she couldn’t. The poor girl rocked her hips fighting against his hold in an effort to get him to bury his tongue deeper. It was all useless though because Brandon held her firmly in place. He continued to lash at her swollen lips teasing her as the woman gyrated. The familiar feeling of an impending orgasm slowly crawled from deep in her loins. Each second that passed, each swipe dragged the bubbling sensation towards the surface. Hazel felt white-hot as she kept moving her hips, if she had her way she would shove his face into her body. She wouldn’t stop trying though.
In an almost comical display, Hazel tried pushing her ass backward, she was going to help him reach the deepest depths. Moaning and gyrating she felt her body get hot, damn near white-hot. Flush in the face, she felt the incredible sensation. Her pussy started to quiver and her thighs shook. As she gripped the sheets she felt it coming, the impending orgasm was going to be great. Closing her eyes and taking a deep breath she resigned herself to sit back and enjoy. In her head, she counted down, feeling the tongue explore. Just as she reached an apex the worst possible thing happened. Brandon had let go of her hips and withdrew himself. Twisting her body with a burning rage, she glared at Brandon. “What the actual fuck Brandon! I was about to cum,” she hissed.
She simply eyed him, angry that he sat there so smugly. His grin was wide and toothy as he peered down at her, the worst part being how he stroked his hard cock. It still glistened with her spit, and it looked twice as intimidating. With his free hand, Brandon slapped her ass hard enough to send a message, “Turn over baby girl.” Hazel didn’t need to be told twice and turned over. Like a happy bitch she wiggled her ass, her way of begging for his glorious cock. Once again Brandon delivered a slap, this one causing her ass to turn red. “Baby let me hear how bad you want me,” he growled out playfully.
Hazel wasted no time at all. “Ooh baby, please give me that dick. Give me that big black dick!” she shouted. Brandon chuckled, obliging the woman. Creeping over her body he lined himself between her cheeks. The anticipation excited her, she looked forward to the sweet pain that was going to course through her body. Arching her body up just enough, she gave Brandon a clear target. Licking his lips, the man lined himself in and went painfully slow. Hazel groaned as the thick pipe forced its way into her body. Inch after inch speared the woman, causing fire to spill across her body. The poor woman gripped the sheets as her toes curled. This was the feeling that she would miss. It was a delirious, almost mind-numbing feeling that spread through her body. Her eyes blinked as she felt him stop. “Oh fuck,” she panted.
Brandon grinned as he pinned her down to the bed, his body aligning to the soft curves of the woman beneath him. His dick was now halfway in, and he was enjoying the feeling. Like so many times before, Hazel’s body gripped at his dick, milking the man. Withdrawing just a bit, he pushed himself back in going further. He loved the way that Hazel shuddered underneath him, no matter how many times they fucked, she would still have trouble taking him. It was the ultimate ego boost, that his long time fuck buddy still creamed herself whenever he entered her. Flattening his body against hers he was in the perfect position to tease. That was the second secret to their amazing sex life, big dick meant nothing if you couldn’t talk the talk. Taking a lick of her lobe he growled like a beast, “You’re pussy’s creaming so much, you’re gonna ruin these sheets.” Hazel was lost in her own world, loving the dull ache that he caused. Brandon grabbed her hair and pulled just hard enough to get her attention, “Bet this pussy is gonna miss me.”
In the midst of the sex, she wasn’t going to save her husband’s ego, this was all about Brandon. “Fuck baby yeah it’s gonna miss you. Make me miss you baby!” she said in a strained groan. Brandon took the invitation driving into her, this time though he wasn’t as slow or gentle. In the awkward position, he could go with short and quick thrusts. Each one kept shaking her body, making her grip. She was blinded and panting, part of her wishing she could keep up with the man’s harsh strokes.
“You like that? You like being my bitch?” Brandon kept growling, Hazel loved every bit of it. The idea that the dapper executive could turn into this raging monster served to light the deepest parts of her. “Answer me, you like being my big ass bitch? You like working all day then getting worked over?” he teased. Before she even had a chance to answer she felt the man’s weight disappear. He rose up onto his legs and grabbed her hips. Forcing her ass back up, and her onto her knees he smiled. He was going to get every bit out of this last time as he could. Grabbing his dick he guided it back into her, causing her to cry out.
“Fuck that’s good!” she yelled. Brandon moved fast and furiously pistoning himself in and out. In the empty room, the sound of skin on skin contact echoed out, mixing with the soft pants of a woman in the throes of passion. Brandon grinned as he resumed pulling on her hair. With her face tilted up she was yelling to the heavens and upstairs neighbors, “Keep fucking me with that cock baby, please keep going.” Brandon delivered a slap to the woman’s ass, watching it jiggle with a twisted delight.
“Damn I’m gonna miss ya girl. Fuck I’m gonna miss this ass,” he said while slapping it again. Just as he said that a mischievous idea crept into his head. Bringing his thumb to his mouth he put it into his mouth and got it nice and sloppy. Slowing his strokes he grinned as he pushed it into her puckered asshole. While not unpleasant, Hazel was still shocked by it.
“Fuck baby, my ass?” she cried out as the familiar bubbling returned. The feeling of being double stuffed wasn’t new to her, but it was something that she hadn’t felt in a while. Brandon started to move his two digits in tandem. As his dick withdrew, his thumb pushed as far as it could go. When his dick found its way back into her tight pussy, his thumb was withdrawing. The actions worked in tandem, making sure to stoke the fires. “Oh keep playing with my slutty asshole baby,” she blurted out. Brandon was more than willing to oblige He kept going twisting his thumb while driving in deep. It was awkward, but the moans from the woman made it worth it. With his one free hand, he reached under the woman, running his fingers over her stomach. “Ooh that feels nice,” she purred.
“Baby don’t worry it’s about to get better,” he said while finding her clit swollen and engorged. With a delicate touch, he started to stroke it. Unlike the other times, she didn’t cry out but got quiet. It was the tale-tell sign she was close. She wasn’t a screamer, but it was no less exciting. Brandon’s continued onslaught caused her to seize up. A second passed before the shaking started, her body convulsing as her pussy started to squeeze. Brandon moaned and grunted as he dealt with the velvety vice, it was doing more than milking him at this point. Hazel was convulsing her vice refusing to come out. Instead, she panted as the orgasm caused a rush of fluids to spill out, soaking the sheets and Brandon’s strong thighs.
As she regained control, Hazel mustered the strength to look at Brandon. He was still hard and glistening with a mixture of sweat and her juices. Swallowing the rush of guilt returned, damn she was going to miss the big guy. “You good?” he asked, returning back to his normal personality.
With a heavy heart, she responded, “Yeah, just catching my breath.” Lifting herself up she captured his lips, invading his mouth in the process. The embrace was passionate, but she didn’t care. After so many years and moments with him, it was hard to let go. Releasing his lips she allowed herself to fall back onto the bed. With a devilish gleam, she spread her legs, revealing her swollen lips to the world. Brandon got the hint and crawled onto her, lining himself up immediately. Hazel knew that she wanted to feel the man in every way possible, she needed that memory. If it was to be the last time, it was gonna be a hell of a last time.