Christmas and New Year passed, and a few weeks dragged by in a haze of stolen glances at her mobile and restless nights for Jasmine. Her husband’s routine obliviousness grated against the secret fire Will had ignited.
Jasmine had been married to Frank for almost twenty-two years. They had two children, a daughter, Kay, who was twenty-one a few months back, and a son, Aaron, who was almost eighteen.
The long-awaited day had finally arrived for Jasmine. Will was back in Baltimore for business. He managed an IT support team, and with a large part of his team based in the Baltimore office, it sparked the need for him to be here once a month.
Jasmine fabricated a girls’ night out, kissing her kids goodnight with a smile that hid the storm inside. Heart pounding like a drum in her chest, Jasmine slipped into her coat over her sexy little black dress that hugged her petite, curvaceous black body like a second skin. The dress was short, barely skimming her thighs, leaving her smooth, bare legs exposed and gleaming under the light, her sexy black skin radiant and inviting. She stepped into her high heels, the stilettos clicking with every step, making her ass sway enticingly as she grabbed her purse and headed out the door. The cool Baltimore night air did nothing to chill the heat pooling between her thighs, her pussy already throbbing with anticipation.
The drive to the hotel blurred past, her mind replaying their filthy texts, her pussy clenching at the thought of his thick cock stretching her wide. She shifted in her seat, the dress riding up her bare legs, the fabric teasing her sensitive skin. She parked in the shadows, legs shaky as she stepped out, she steadied herself and hurried to the lobby, avoiding eye contact with the clerk, her heart racing. Elevator up, the mirrored walls reflecting her sexy black figure—petite, sensual, with the dress clinging to her full breasts and narrow waist.
Room 124, Will had already texted her the number. She knocked softly. Will yanked it open, his white skin glowing, rugged frame filling the doorway, tousled dark hair wild, eyes devouring her sexy body from head to toe.
“Finally!” she gasped, falling into his arms.
“Wow, Jasmine, I thought this night would never come,” he growled.
“Well, I am sure I will come,” she said, laughing.
Will’s muscular arms crushed her against him, mouth claiming hers in a brutal kiss, tongue thrusting deep as his hands gripped her ass through the thin dress fabric, squeezing her firm cheeks. She melted into him, her sexy curves pressing into his solid chest, nipples hardening against the dress’s low neckline, poking visibly through the material. The room was dim, heavy curtains blocking the world, a king bed waiting like a promise of sin. Her heels made her just the right height to grind her hips against his bulging crotch, feeling his hard cock twitch through his pants.
He broke the kiss, breath hot on her neck, his stubble scraping her smooth black skin.
“I’ve been hard for you every damn night, imagining this sexy body under me,” he said.
His fingers tangled in her hair, tilting her head back, exposing the elegant curve of her neck. From his pocket, he produced a black silk blindfold, dangling it before her.
“Trust me. Let me own every inch of you.”
Jasmine’s breath hitched, vulnerability spiking her arousal, her bare legs trembling in her heels.
“Yes, Will. Take me. Own this pussy,” she whispered.
He tied it tight over her eyes, plunging her into darkness, her world narrowing to his scent. Heart slamming, she stood still as his hands roamed, starting at the hem of her sexy dress. He slid his palms up her bare legs, dragging over her silky black skin, making her shiver. Slowly, he unzipped the dress from the side, peeling it down her shoulders, exposing her smooth shoulders and the lacy black bra beneath. The fabric pooled at her feet, leaving her in just her bra, matching panties, and those towering heels that arched her back and thrust out her ass. His fingers traced her collarbone, down to cup her tits through the bra, thumbs circling the stiff peaks straining against the lace.
“These are mine tonight,” he murmured, pinching hard enough to make her gasp.
She arched into him, pussy dripping into her panties, soaking the thin material. He unclasped the bra with a flick, letting it fall away, her full, perky breasts bouncing free, dark nipples pebbled and begging for attention. He stripped her panties next, hooking his thumbs in the waistband and yanking them down her bare legs, the cool air hitting her wet, shaved pussy lips, making her thighs slick with her own juices. Naked now except for the blindfold and her heels, which clicked softly as she shifted, she trembled as he guided her to the bed, laying her back on the cool sheets, her bare legs dangling off the edge.
Will’s touch turned teasing, fingers ghosting over her inner thighs, skirting her throbbing clit, his breath hot on her skin.
“Spread your legs wide,” he commanded low, voice rough with lust.
Jasmine obeyed instantly, knees falling open, her tight black pussy on full display, glistening and swollen. His tongue followed, hot and wet, licking a slow stripe from her ankle up her bare calf, over her knee, along her inner thigh, stopping just short of her core, the scent of her arousal filling the air. She whimpered, hips bucking desperately, but he pinned her down with one strong hand on her flat belly, the other gripping her ankle to keep her leg spread.
“Please, I need your mouth on my wet cunt. Eat me out,” she said breathlessly.
Her body was on fire. Will moved in, tongue flattening against her clit, lapping roughly at the sensitive nub. Jasmine cried out, fingers twisting the sheets as he sucked her swollen clit into his mouth, teeth grazing just enough to sting, sending sparks through her core. His fingers joined the assault, two thick digits plunging deep into her tight heat, curling to stroke her slick walls, hitting that spot that made her toes curl in her heels. She clenched around him, juices coating his hand as he finger-fucked her relentlessly, tongue flicking faster, slurping up her wetness.
“You taste so fucking good, so sweet,” Will exclaimed.
He trailed higher, mouth closing over one dark nipple, sucking hard, tongue swirling around the pebbled tip while his free hand kneaded the other breast, rolling the nipple between his fingers. Fingers still pumping her pussy, stretching her with each thrust, he bit down lightly on her nipple, sending jolts straight through her body, her hips grinding against his hand. Jasmine moaned loudly, body writhing on the bed, blindfold amplifying every suck, every thrust, every wet sound of her arousal. He moved to her neck, licking the rapid pulse point on her smooth skin. Then her ear, nibbling it gently. She trembled as his tongue glided around her lobe.
Her juices were trailing down her ass crack. The bed dipped under his weight, his clothes rustling off in hurried motions. Then his thick cockhead nudged her entrance, hot and blunt, precum smearing her folds.
“Beg for it, Jasmine. Beg for this white cock to wreck your pussy.”
“Fuck me, Will. Shove that big cock inside my tight pussy. Please, stretch me wide.”
Her voice cracked with need, legs spreading wider in her heels. With a guttural grunt, he slammed in, stretching her tight walls mercilessly, the burn exquisite as he buried every thick inch, his balls slapping against her ass. Jasmine screamed, the fullness overwhelming, her pussy gripping him like a vice. He didn’t pause, pulling back only to thrust harder, pounding her with raw, urgent force, the bed creaking under them. The blindfold trapped her in pure sensation—his animalistic grunts, the wet smack of skin on skin, the way his cock dragged against her g-spot with each brutal drive, her heels digging into the mattress as she arched. His hands were gripping her hips as he thrust deep and fast. She melted under him, legs wrapping around his waist, heels scraping his back, urging him to go faster, deeper, her body surrendering completely.
He flipped her suddenly, ass up on all fours, blindfold still in place, her heels making her stance even more arched and inviting. Re-entering from behind with a savage thrust, he fucked her harder, one hand fisting her hair to pull her head back, the other slapping her round black ass cheek, the sting blooming into heat.
“Yes! Harder, Will—fuck me raw! Pound me!”
Her body shook violently, orgasm building like a tidal wave, his relentless pounding shattering her control, sweat slicking her smooth skin. But he slowed just enough to edge her, grinding deep and slow, whispering more filth in her ear.
“Feel how your pussy’s creaming on my cock? You’re gonna cum so hard for me”
Their bodies slapped together urgently, the room echoing with their gasps, moans, and the obscene squelch of her soaked pussy taking him again and again.
Will’s thrusts become more intense, his body driven by the feel of Jasmine’s tight pussy clenching around him. He grips her hips, and with each deep penetration, he cums harder, the heat of his release filling her core. His groans turn to growls, a primal sound that echoes in the room, a testament to the raw passion between them.
Jasmine’s body shudders, her orgasm building to a climax as his cock pulses inside her. She cries out, her voice hoarse with pleasure, and her body convulses, her muscles clenching tightly around him. The sensation is overwhelming, and she feels every inch of him as he fills her completely.
He rides out his orgasm, his body trembling, and then collapses on top of her, their slick bodies pressing together. They lie there, breathless, their hearts pounding in sync, the bed still creaking softly beneath them. The silence is heavy, broken only by their ragged breaths and the soft sounds of their skin touching.
“That was incredible,” Jasmine whispers, pulling off her blindfold.
“I know. I could feel how much you wanted it. Your pussy was so ready for me. It’s like you were made for my cock.”
“I felt every inch of you, Will. It was… intense.”
He rolls off her gently, and they lie side by side, their hands finding each other naturally. Their fingers intertwine, and they trace lazy patterns on each other’s skin, savouring the intimacy of the moment. Jasmine kicks off her heels, freeing her pedicured toes.
They share a smile, their eyes meeting. The silence between them is comfortable, filled with unspoken desires and a deep connection.
“I should get dressed,” Jasmine says eventually, her voice laced with reluctance.
She sits up, and Will watches her, his eyes roaming her naked body. She slips on her bra and panties, the cool fabric a contrast to her heated skin. Then, with a small smile, Will reaches behind her and unhooks her bra, letting it fall to the floor. Her breasts, full and heavy, are exposed. He leans in and takes a nipple into his mouth, sucking gently.
“Mmmm, but I really do have to go,” she says reluctantly.
Disregarding her words, his tongue swirled around the sensitive peak. He teases her, licking and kissing, before sitting back and watching her dress. She does up her bra for the second time and pulls the dress over her head, the fabric sliding smoothly over her skin, and then steps into her stilettos.
“You’re leaving me wanting more,” he says, his voice low and rough.
“It’s good to be a little hungry.”
Jasmine turns in his arms, and they kiss, a slow, lingering kiss that promises more. She breaks away and, with a final glance at him, she walks to the door. Will watches her go, his eyes following the sway of her hips, the dress hugging her curves perfectly.
At the door, she turns, and with a mischievous smile, she reaches behind her and pulls her panties off, holding them up for him to see.
“A souvenir for you,” she says, her voice playful, throwing them in his direction.
“I’ll keep these close,” he promises, catching them in his hand.
“You’re going to wank over them, I bet,” she says, smiling.
Jasmine blows him a kiss, and then she’s gone, the door closing softly behind her. Will stands there, the panties still in his hand, and he lets out a deep breath. He runs his fingers over the fabric, feeling the warmth of her body, and then he tucks them away, a secret treasure. He throws on his trousers and sits on the bed, his mind replaying the night, the feel of her body, the taste of her skin. He knows their secret affair is just beginning, and he can’t wait to have her again, to explore more of the passionate, raw connection they share. Her scent still fills the room as he falls back on the sheets.
He thinks of her going home, back to her husband, her kids. ‘What was he doing? No good would come of this!’
But she had him, and he couldn’t resist.
