“Stand up. It’s your turn now,” he whispered in my ear.
I giggled as I stood up and backed away from him a small distance.
Patrick bent down and removed his slacks and underwear and stood up. I shivered with anticipation as he took a step toward me. I never knew if he was going to make love to me or fuck my brains out, but I was so aroused I didn’t care which he did. Both would make me orgasm more than once. I looked up at the much taller man as he put his hands just below my butt cheeks; him being so much taller than me was sexy. I let out a short gasp as Patrick picked me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. We started kissing again as he turned our bodies and then bent down to gently place me on the bed. Patrick broke our kiss and let me go and stood up straight. As he removed his shirt I adjusted myself on the bed, placed a pillow against the headboard, and sat up on the bed to watch him finish undressing. Patrick neatly folded his shirt and placed it on the seat of the chair in the bedroom of the suite, picked up his pants, and draped them over the back of the same chair, making sure the legs of the slacks were precisely folded at the creases, and then took off his socks. His time in the Marine Corps had made him a neat freak.
He walked to the bed and his large cock hung semi-erect between his legs but I knew it would not take long for him to become fully hard again. As he walked toward me I admired his body. I found his large masculine body sexy. He had the type of body I preferred on a man; a masculine, hardworking blue-collar body. Patrick had a heavy layer of black, fine chest hair that started right below his throat and ran down to his stomach. I favored men with chest hair and was not fond of men who shaved their body hair. Heck, I even didn’t mind a man’s back hair. I liked men I was going to be intimate with to be masculine. Not that a man can’t remove his body hair and be masculine, I just liked a hairy chest and his crotch area to be natural and not shaved. Patrick had a long jagged scar that started on his left shoulder and ran just above his left nipple. A scar he got when in the Marine Corps when he was in Somalia. When I asked him about it he told me it was from a piece of RPG shrapnel that had sliced across his chest. He said the wound was not deep enough to hit any organs and penetrate past any bones. On his right shoulder was an Eagle, Globe, and Anchor tattoo; the emblem of the US Marine Corps. Patrick was very proud of his prior military service. I gave Patrick a lustful smile as he climbed into the bed.
Patrick knelt in front of me and I spread my legs apart for him as he bent his head down and started sensually kissing and licking my inner thighs. I let out a small moan of pleasure and he started to unbutton my shorts as he kissed and licked my thighs. As he started to pull my shorts down I lifted my butt off the bed to help him get them off and did the same when he pulled my panties off. Patrick tossed my shorts and underwear on the floor.
“Fuck me, baby, please.” There was a hint of begging in my voice. I wanted his cock in me.
“Patience, Felicia,” he told me and knelt between my spread legs and placed his hands next to my upper body.
Patrick leaned in and we started kissing again as I wrapped my hands around his neck. I felt his right hand slide under my butt and move down my ass crack; I gave a whimper when one of his large fingers brushed over the entrance to my ass. Patrick made circular motions around the outside of my tight hole giving me a very pleasant sensation. He removed his lips from mine and started kissing my neck.
“Uhh, yes…put it in. You can put your finger in my ass,” I whispered in his ear.
Patrick ignored my permission to enter my ass with his finger; he knew he didn’t need my permission. He knew I enjoyed my asshole being fingered, and anal sex. After all these months of being with him, he knew exactly what I enjoyed sexually and could play my body like a fine-tuned instrument to give me pleasure. I started making faint, squealing sounds when Patrick started kissing my ear and running his tongue over my ear lobes. My ears were one of my erogenous zones and I loved them kissed, licked, sucked, and gently bitten. My hands moved to his shoulders and I clenched my fingers tight against his flesh as he pleasurably tormented my ear.
“Ohhh, God!” I cried out in pleasure when his tongue drove deep into my ear canal.
As he kissed my ear and neck and back to my ear, and ran his finger around my butthole, Patrick used his knees to prompt his large body above my smaller one. His other hand started caressing my breast and then teased around my rock nipple. As he played with my already erect nipple it became even harder and I could feel the slightly painful tautness of them both. I was panting and gasping and making a strange high-pitched squeaking noise. In between the uncontrollable squeaking noise that escaped my mouth, I kept muttering, “Please, please, please,” over and over.
Patrick slid his hand further down my butt and I started moving my hips and thrusting them up, trying to get his cock in my pussy. I could feel his cock was now fully erect as it pressed into my upper thigh. Unlike my white Sugar Daddy, when I was aroused as I was at the moment I had very little patience and wanted his white cock in my black pussy. I thought since my pussy was so wet that if I could just position myself he would slide right in and I kept wiggling my ass and moving my hips. It did not work and I moaned with frustration into Patrick’s shoulder. Patrick chuckled at my frustration and moved his hand to my inner thigh and started running his fingers up and down the slit of my pussy but not penetrating me with his fingers. There were times when he would deny me to have an orgasm to frustrate me and have me plead to let me cum. Even a few times my desire to orgasm was so strong I would have tears in my eyes as I begged him. He enjoyed teasing me in such a way with his hands, tongue, or sex toys, and when I was at the edge of an orgasm he would stop. He would wait until I stopped edging and start teasing me again then stop and repeat the process over and over. I hoped this was not going to be one of those times.
“Please, Patrick, please fuck me. I want you inside me so bad,” I pleaded with him.
“Patience, baby, I am going to let you cum but I want to enjoy you more first,” he told me.
Patrick pulled my right leg up and placed it high up on his leg and kissed my lips as his fingers went up and down my pussy slit again. He teased me and toyed with my pussy and nipples as he looked down at my face. He liked to look at my face during foreplay or when he was fucking me and often told me I looked sexy when my face was contorted with pleasure. I thought I would go mad with the desire to be fucked. My pussy was so wet I could feel my sex fluids coating my inner thighs and running down into my butt crack.
“Fuck, you are so beautiful, Felicia,” he told me as his fingers continued to tease me.
“I know.” I smiled at him and giggled. My giggle was cut short by an audible intake of breath when his finger touched my clit.
Patrick started kissing my breasts and nipples, taking each one in his mouth and sucking and flicking his tongue over it and biting it gently. He ran his tongue down my chest and licked his way to my stomach, and he started licking around my belly button. I placed my hands on his head and ran my fingers through his hair as I pushed his head to try and make him go further down and place his mouth on my clit and pussy. Patrick kept running his tongue around my belly button as he took my wrists in his large, strong hands and moved my hands to the sides of my body.
“You’re being so mean,” I told him and pouted.
Patrick kissed my stomach and looked up at me. “You’re not having fun? I am.” He grinned.
“No,” I lied.
Patrick laughed and went back to kissing and licking my stomach. He once again used the finger of one hand to run up and down my pussy slit and placed his other hand under my butt. I wriggled and squirmed as he kept teasing me. He wanted me to beg him to use his mouth on my pussy and clit and to beg him to insert his fingers in my pussy, to beg to make me cum, and beg him to fuck me. Well, I thought, I am not going to give him the satisfaction. Patrick’s fingers slid up my wet pussy and I moaned in delight when he touched my clit. As he teased my clit my hands clutched the comforter of the bed and gripped it tight.
“Oh, Patrick, please. Please make me cum,” I begged. Well, that did not take long, to have me begging; so much for not giving him the satisfaction. When I was aroused, especially as aroused as I was at that moment, I had very little self-control. My lack of self-control over my sexual desires, added to the fact I like to show off my body in tight clothes, has gotten me in various precarious situations in the past.
I would like to quickly add a side note here: I called Patrick by his name or some other term of affection but I never called him “Daddy”. While I have called other older men (both black and white) Daddy, both when I was an escort and also when I gave it up for free because they wanted me to or my own volition, Patrick was not into being called Daddy by me or other women he had sex with.
Patrick kissed his way down my stomach and to my relief finally placed his mouth on my hairless pussy. He licked up my slit to taste me and then back down and then his tongue entered my pussy as he lapped up my abundant juices. I again wiggled and squirmed as I placed my hands on my breasts to fondle and tweak my erect nipples. Patrick used his tongue inside my pussy for a few more moments and placed his hands on the back of my thighs and pushed my legs up to raise my butt off the bed.
Patrick looked up at me. “Hold your legs up,” the older white man told me.
I reluctantly removed my hands from my breasts and placed them on the back of my thighs just below the knees. I lifted my legs higher so my ample, sexy butt was off the bed. I didn’t mind exposing myself in such a vulgar manner. It turned me on to have people see my pussy and asshole like that. Patrick ran his tongue down to my perineal and I giggled slightly as he licked it. It felt very pleasant but did tickle at first. Patrick then licked lower, buried his face between my fantastic ass cheeks, and started using his tongue in a circular motion around the outside of my tight butthole and I stopped giggling and started moaning faintly. That felt even better. He teased my asshole for several more moments and then his tongue went into my ass.
“Ohhhh…yes…oh, baby, that feels so good…don’t stop that. Please don’t stop…ohhh fuck that feels good!” My asking him to keep rimming my ass was interrupted when Patrick’s finger started massaging my clit.
Patrick didn’t stop. He kept using his tongue and fingers to give me pleasure. As he rimmed my ass as his finger toyed with my clit and then he would switch to using his tongue on my clit and finger my tight butthole. I kept moaning and squealing in pleasure. Patrick suddenly stopped, which frustrated me because I was close to having an orgasm, and he moved his body to lay down on the bed with his head at the foot of the bed.
“Suck my dick again and put that big sexy ass in my face,” the older white man told me.
Without saying anything I straddled Patrick and started sucking his penis again and lowered my butt to his face and we got into a sixty-nine position. As I sucked and licked his cock and even licked the area where his crotch met the inside of his upper thighs, I resisted the urge to lick his balls; he did not like his balls licked or sucked or fondled. Patrick placed his hands on my pussy and spread it apart, and licked up my pussy slit until his tongue once again found my clit. I took his cock into my mouth and deep down my throat and made muffled moans of pleasure. I felt his fingers trace down my butt crack and then squealed with delight when he pushed one of his fingers, lubricated by my pussy fluid, into my tight asshole.
“Uhhh…fuck…uhh baby…uhhh, God, that feels so good,” I moaned out and went back to deep-throating his large cock. “Ugh, God…fuck…yes, please yes…deeper! Fuck…please, baby more! Ugh…fuck my ass with your finger!” I cried out when Patrick pushed his long, thick finger deeper into my asshole.
He did. I could no longer suck his cock as Patrick teased my clit with his tongue, started to thrust his large digit in and out of my asshole, and then placed what felt like at least two of his fingers from his other hand into my wet pussy. I placed my head down, the long braids of my hair splaying out over his crotch and thighs, and I made grunting and moaning sounds from the wonderful sensation of pleasure he was giving me.
“Uhh…God…yes…yes…yes…uhhh, Patrick…I am going to…uhh God…I’m cumming!” I screamed out as I felt my orgasm coming on me.
Right at the beginning of my orgasm, Patrick placed another large finger in my ass and pushed his two fingers deep into me. When I came I made these bizarre wailing moans, almost shriek-like screams, my typical orgasm sounds. During my orgasm, Patrick kept finger fucking my pussy and made circular motions with the two fingers that were deep in my ass. He tried his best to keep his tongue on my clit, but my body’s spasms and jerks made it difficult for him. After my orgasm ended, I placed my head across his upper thighs and panted and enjoyed the blissful feeling that washed over my body. Patrick let me enjoy the post-orgasm feeling for a few seconds and then gently rolled me off his body and onto my back. He then once again spread my legs apart and knelt between my thighs. I looked up at his face and as he brought his fingers that were in my pussy, which glistened with my pussy fluids, to his lips, he placed the two fingers that had been in my ass into my mouth. As he started licking his fingers I grabbed his hand and started licking and sucking the ones that had been in my butt.
“You like tasting your ass, don’t you?” he teased me as I sucked his fingers.
I pulled his fingers out of my mouth and grinned up at him. “So do you.” I had no issue with going ass to mouth. I found it naughty and taboo and I liked a lot of naughty and taboo things.
Patrick chuckled and leaned his head down and started kissing me. I placed my hand on his face and kissed him back hard and drove my tongue into his mouth while I pulled his face to me even more. It was as if I was trying to pull him into my mouth. He placed his left hand under my head and moved his right hand down to his hard penis and I moaned out as he entered my pussy. I was very wet from my arousal and orgasm and he entered me easily. I moved my hands to wrap around his back, lifted my legs, and bent them at the knees as Patrick started to enter my pussy. He entered me slowly and pushed his large cock into me about six inches and pulled out and pushed into me again, this time going deeper. It only took three thrusts for my pussy to open up and elongate for him for his cock to fully penetrate me. My fingers dug into Patrick’s back as he began to fuck me. He started slowly as I moaned and kissed his neck and thrust my pelvis up to meet his thrusts. As I kissed and licked and sucked his neck, Patrick kissed and licked and sucked my ears, driving me crazy. I knew by how he was fucking me that he was not going to just fuck my brains out, but it would be slow and intimate and passionate and he was going to enjoy my pussy. I did not mind at all. I got a great deal of sexual pleasure and satisfaction out of our lovemaking as well as when he fucked me hard and at times when he got rough.
As with all my previous lovers, I always let Patrick control how we had sex. Yes, I did initiate it often and initiated the type of sex we would have by my actions, but when we started to fuck I let him take control over me. I did so for two reasons. One, he bought and paid a get deal of money for me and my companionship and I intended to let him get his money’s worth for me being “eye candy” for him and the use of my body. Two, I liked my lover to be the dominant one and the one in charge. I got off on it. When I was working as an escort I had a client who wanted me to dominate him and he even had a strap-on dildo for me to fuck him in his ass. I told him I would but it would cost extra. After it was over he wanted to see me again another time and be one of my regular clients. I told him I would not be the one for him regularly and he said okay and never called me again. While I took the money and charged extra for some things I did not enjoy sexually and did only for the money, I really did not enjoy being the dominant person or fucking him and honestly, it made me feel sick. That same night when I got home I updated my online profile ads to read I did not provide femdom services. I am not a dominant lover.
Patrick picked up his rhythm to go a little faster but was still fucking me as if I was his “one and only true love” and not his personal paid-for whore. I opened my eyes and saw my brown legs up and bent at the knees, my brown-skinned arms wrapped as far as they could go on his back. I always found the contrast of my skin compared to that of a white man who was fucking me sexy. There had been times when Patrick and I fucked and there was a mirror placed in the room, even on the ceiling when we stayed at an adult-only resort in Miami that catered to sex vacations, where I could get a much better look at him fucking me. The image of his large white body on top of my small black body was an amazing visual.
The pleasure of his cock going in and out of my pussy, hearing his faint masculine groans of pleasure, my own much louder sex sounds, him kissing and licking and sucking my ear lobe, and whispering in my ear how pretty I was and how sexy I was and how good my pussy felt made me forget about what we looked like when we fucked. It was not much longer when I felt another orgasm starting to build and I told Patrick I was going to cum again. Patrick made a hard thrust that drove his cock deep into my pussy.
“Oh, God! Oh, Patrick! Oh yes!” I cried out when his penis hit my cervix. “I’m going to cum. Oh fuck I’m going to cum again!”
Patrick held his big cock deep in my pussy and started rotating his hips. His lips left my neck and he lowered his head and started sucking my rock-hard nipples. He would lick and suck and gently nibble on my left nipple, then move his head and do the same to my right and then back to my left. All the time he kept his cock buried deep in my pussy and rotated his hips.
“Oh, please, please, please, please!” I panted out. I would repeatedly take an audible gasp of air and when I exhaled the word please would come out of my mouth. I don’t know why I always do that when close to cumming or sometimes keep repeating “Ok, ok, ok,” over and over when I got fucked. Just something that happens. Can’t control how you sound in the throes of passion I guess. I was an expressive person when having sex; both loud audibly and in my facial expressions.
I dug my fingers into his back as I cried out my orgasmic bliss. While I came, Patrick kept rotating his hips and pushing his cock against my cervix. Some girls don’t like it or even experience pain when a penis hits their cervix, but I enjoyed it immensely and the orgasms I get from it are intense. My legs wrapped around his thighs and I pushed my hips up to try and make him even go deeper into my pussy, which of course was not going to happen because he was as deep as my pussy would allow, but the pleasure I was experiencing was so great I tried. After my orgasm ended, Patrick relaxed his body and started kissing my lips, cheeks, and licked the tears that ran out of the corner of my eyes as I panted for air. I was not crying from the orgasm; I have done that before, but had tears in my eyes from it. After I caught my breath, I moved my face and kissed his lips and then his neck.
“Thank you,” I whispered in his ear.
Patrick used his elbow to lift his upper body off of mine and looked down at me and grinned. “For making you cum or spending all this money on the trip you wanted to take?”
“Asshole,” I told him and playfully slapped his shoulder. “Just for that comment, you can get off of me now.”
I put my hands on his chest and tried to push him off of me. Patrick chuckled and my feeble attempt to push him away. He grabbed my arms and I struggled and rotated my hips to try and remove his penis from my pussy but he was much too strong. He laughed at me and pushed my hands together, took both my wrists in one of his large hands, and pinned my arms above my head while his powerful legs pinned my legs to the bed.
“Stop,” I whined out. “I don’t want to do this now after what you said.”
While my struggles were real, Patrick knew I was not serious about not wanting him to fuck me some more and for him to cum. He often teased me and playfully reminded me what I was to him and of our arrangement. I normally played back because I knew it as well and that’s what I wanted as well, but I admit there were times it did hurt my feelings. This was not one of those times. I wanted him to fuck me and cum. I wanted him to be pleasured by my pussy.
Patrick didn’t say anything and started fucking me again. The pleasure of him thrusting his cock in and out of me made me stop struggling, and he let go of my wrists and I once again placed my arms around his body. He started fucking me harder than before, but not as hard as I knew he could, and once again my loud moans and squeals of ecstasy uncontrollably escaped my mouth. Patrick moved his hands under the small of my back and then he slid his hands down to cup my butt cheeks. The weight of his large body pressed onto me but I did not care. The rhythm of his thrust became harder and faster and I heard the bed start squeaking over the sound of my moans and the squishy sounds from my pussy. Patrick kept up the harder steady pace for some time and I came yet again. His time he did not slow his pace or stop but fucked me all through my orgasm. About half a minute after my orgasm ended, I felt Patrick’s body tighten and I knew he was about to cum also. You have sex with someone as much as I did with Patrick over the past even months, you learn their body language.
I opened my eyes and looked at his face and he let out a series of masculine grunts and moans as his cock pumped his cum into my pussy. I could feel it spraying all inside me. I enjoyed watching a man’s face when he came and enjoyed his moans and grunts of orgasmic pleasure. Patrick was what I called a “wordless cummer”. He had a naturally deep, masculine voice, and his moans and grunts when he came were deep and masculine as well, but he did not say anything during his orgasm. I have been with similar men, men who would call out that they were cumming all through their orgasm, men who were quiet, and even men who would say things such as “Take that cum you dirty whore,” or “Take that you nasty black slut,” or similar things. I enjoyed men who grunted and moaned or said things when they orgasmed. Yes even under the right circumstances when they called me a nasty black slut.
After his orgasm ended and he filled my pussy with his wonderful cum, Patrick kissed me and started to pull out of me. I grabbed his butt and held him in place. I then started kissing his lips and face as he did mine earlier. There were no words between us mentioning or asking how good the sex was or how it felt for each other. We both knew we had great sex with one another and did not need to confirm it with words. After a few moments of kissing, Patrick did roll off of my body and I could feel his cum leaking out of my pussy. I ran my hand down between my legs and gathered some of his cum in my fingers and then brought them to my mouth and licked them clean. I glanced over at Patrick and he chuckled and shook his head.
I gave him an embarrassed look. “I can’t help it. I like it,” I told him in a meek tone.
I turned to my side and placed my head on his chest and ran my black fingers threw his chest hairs. I was laying in the considerable wet spot our mixed-sex fluids made on the comforter on the bed, but I didn’t care. I liked that also. Patrick put his large arm around my shoulder.
“We may have to get the maid to change the comforter before we go to sleep tonight,” he said with humor in his voice.
I giggled. “It’s a shame it’s not a Disney Princess comforter. The wet spot could be on Cinderella’s or Snow White’s face.”
Patrick laughed. “You’d like that wouldn’t you.”
“Yes and I could lick it off of them. “I giggled again. I snuggled tighter against him. “I hope we see them and Ariel and Belle and Jasmine and Mickey Mouse and Chip and Dale and all of the Disney characters,” I said in a childlike voice.
Patrick laughed again. “I am sure we will.”
We lay in bed for a little longer and then got up to get dressed again to go out for dinner and to Disney Village. I put back on the same clothes I wore on the plane and we unpacked our suitcases and put our toiletry items in the bathrooms. The suite had two bathrooms and I claimed the largest one for myself. It was huge and had a large standalone bathtub in the center of the room and a standalone, walk-in shower. The faucet heads in the bathrooms were shaped like Mickey Mouse’s ears. I wanted Patrick to fuck me in that tub before the end of our vacation.
Before we left Patrick took a shower but I did not. I liked the smell of the sex we had on my body. I did change clothes. I put on a pair of T-back panties, a strapless bra, a casual short tight skirt, and a matching blue crop top. I wore my tennis shoes because I knew we would be walking. Patrick changed into a pair of cargo shorts and a polo-style shirt. We took the resort’s water taxi to Disney Village.
We had dinner at Planet Hollywood at Disney Village and I teased Patrick about the wait and told him that I guessed all his money couldn’t buy everything. He laughed and told me it bought me. After dinner, we walked around Disney Village and went into the many stores. Patrick asked if I wanted one of the Mickey Mouse ears cap with my name on it. I told him, yes, but I wanted to wait and buy it in the Magic Kingdom Park because it would be more special. After we saw all there was to see we took the water taxi back to the resort.
That night I took my shower before bed, changed into my white, satin pyjama shorts and matching top, and went to bed while Patrick stayed up to watch some college basketball game on ESPN. I wanted to get a good night’s sleep because I knew we would be up early to make it to the park right when they opened. I did not want to waste a minute of park time. I was half asleep and laying on my side when I felt Patrick get into the large king-sized bed and he cuddled close to me and placed his arm around my body. I felt him press against me and his cock was erect again. I smiled and pressed my great ass back against him and took his hand and placed it under my top. He started role my nipple between his fingers and I moaned out. I pressed my butt against him harder.
“Are you sure?” he asked me.
I turned my body to face him and started kissing him. “If you make it quick so we can rest. We have a big day tomorrow.”
Patrick grinned and removed my top and then pulled my bottoms off. I knew he was not going to make it quick. To Patrick, a quickie was about fifteen minutes, but I was horny again. He did at least try to make it quick by fucking me at a steady harder pace than when he fucked me earlier. He made me cum twice more. We went to sleep with me cuddled against him. I am a cuddle bunny.
