Mexico
Before Ms. Erotica knows it, she and MK are in Mexico, a small town south of Ensenada. Off season and off the beaten path, it feels like they have the humble resort to themselves. Their room opens to a balcony overlooking the ocean and a long sandy beach where they’ve just returned from a leisurely walk; just them, the waves and a plethora of shells that she delights in picking up and showing him.
“This is amazing MK, I’m learning to not doubt you when you come up with suggestions that at first seem a bit much to me, this is glorious.” Every few steps they stop to take in the overflowing beauty of successive shared moments, the most beautiful element of it all being Ms. E.
After a full day enjoying a banquet of Mexican delights, they return to their room and dress for dinner. The evening is warm enough to where Ms. E can wear a dress and MK, a light shirt. She emerges from the bathroom, stunning in a long white linen gown, two sides criss-crossed over her chest like a robe, held together by a slender belt at her waist. The design cuts low enough across her chest to reveal a seductive hollow between her breasts. Below the belt, her gown parts to offer glimpses of her toned, glistening thigh. Red heels finish off the outfit.
“Wow! You are magnificent my dear.” He approaches and kisses the back of her hand. “Simply magnificent.”
“I have a surprise for you.” A coquettish smile spreads across her face. She parts her dress below her belt. A bright red thong matching the color of her shoes packages her pussy. “Would you like to take this off for me please?”
He kneels before her and ever so slowly slides the red lace garment over her delicious thighs. He leans forward to gather the scent of her and kisses the hood above her clitoris before taking her panty all the way off.
“Just me and this dress,” she says. “Nothing on underneath, all for you MK.”
“Thank you my love, I cherish the thought.” He tastes her panties before placing them on the dresser. “Let’s go eat otherwise I might try and keep you here so I can eat you all night.”
“Promises, promises,” she smiles.
He pauses to consider his options, runs his tongue along the bottom of his mustache tasting her essence that lingers on his lips and says, “I will save you for dessert.”
They sit at a table atop an elevated patio. What little chill emerges from the evening air is countered by a fire burning in a pit close to her chair. The sun sets before them. Its colors radiate off of her ebullient cheeks. Red and golden tones dance with her smile.
He feeds Ms. E fresh lobster dripping with butter, occasionally kissing what remains off her bottom lip. She straightens her legs and moves her chair closer to him. Her white dress parts all the way up her thighs. Her pussy is barely covered. She watches his eyes work their way up the path of her sculpted brown legs. “Go ahead, MK,” she says, “touch me.”
His hand touches all of her it can. It follows the length of her exposed thighs and then extends the part in her gown ever so slightly to reveal her naked pussy. His beloved Ms. Erotica is wet. His fingers ply open her delicate lips. She feeds him the last piece of lobster on her plate, playfully rubbing it around his mouth, letting him taste it then pulling it back out. “Little bites,” she says. He does just that, savoring every last morsel before it disappears between his lips. Below the table she feels his finger disappear between hers.
A waiter clears their dishes and asks if they’re interested in dessert. “No, thank you,” he says, “We have some waiting upstairs.”
He leads her by the hand back to their room. “Now it’s my turn. I have some surprises for you,” he says.
“Oooh, and what might that be?”
“I can’t wait to show you. Trust me. You’re still curious, correct?”
“Very.”
They enter the room. It’s dark. She goes to turn on a light.
“Don’t.” he says and grabs her hand.
“Come,” he says, his tone different, more assertive than she’s previously heard. “Remember, trust me.”
She follows his instructions and walks toward the king size bed. He removes a leather satchel from his suitcase and lifts a sharp knife from within. He grabs the light belt that holds her gown together and cuts it with the knife. The belt falls harmlessly away. Her dress parts, leaving the front of her body uncovered.
“Close your eyes, Ms. E.” She complies. He returns the knife to its proper place and pulls out a black, silk scarf which he ties around her closed eyes. For what seems like an eternity to her, MK does nothing. They both stand perfectly still.
She hears motion behind her. She feels a hand lift her parted dress first over her left shoulder and then over her right. It slides down the length of her torso and gathers at her feet. Footsteps circle around her. She swears she can feel his eyes devouring her body. She has never felt so naked.
My’Kuyah pauses in front on her. She feels the warmth of his breath close to her right breast, then her left. Chill bumps form around her nipples. They grow rock hard. He bites each one and then she hears him walk away.
He’s rustling through the satchel. He returns and places a collar around her neck, what feels like leather, and she hears a lock snap shut over her throat. A cold metal chain dangles down between her breasts. She’s tugged forward by the chain, led to edge of the bed where she is turned around and pushed back. She falls into a pile of pillows. He kisses her gently, sweetly, kisses her forehead, her cheeks, her neck, her lips, all the while tenderly caressing her face and head.
He spreads her arms out to each side and applies restraints to her wrists. The restraints are attached to bed posts at either end of the head of the bed. He does the same with her legs, clasps secured around each ankle, legs separated, chains attached to bed posts.
She lays still. Her breathing increases. She takes deep breaths to calm herself. “Trust him,” she says to herself, “trust this man.”
More silence, more stillness. She feels something on her skin. She can’t tell what it is. He’s running something along the insides of her thighs. It feels cold, maybe sharp, she can’t quite tell. He holds a dull butter knife against abdomen, ice cold from being in the freezer. He runs it from her thighs to her breasts. It follows her curves and circles around her erect nipples. He gently moves its dull blade up the side of each nipple. “OMG,” Ms. E shouts to herself, “he can’t be touching me with that big ass sharp knife! Trust him, trust him.”
Her heartbeat starts to race. She begins breathing hard again. He takes the knife away from her breasts and runs the blade along each side of her pussy. She gasps. He presses its flat side down across her vagina and leaves the butter knife there for a few seconds, maybe a full minute, she can’t tell before tossing it aside. She also can’t tell if it’s hot or cold, sharp or dull. Whatever it is, her pussy melts at its touch. She has never been this turned on. Whatever it is, she wants more.
MK kisses her, deeply. He runs his tongue around the inside of her mouth and moves it in and out of her puckered lips. He puts his hands on each side of her face and kisses her repeatedly as lovingly as he possibly can.
Something pinches her nipples—sharp pain! But the pain subsides. Wooden clothespins adorn each breast. He flicks them with his index finger. More pain. Again, she winces but feels tremendous relief as the pain retreats. Again, he kisses her. Again, he flicks the clothespins. Again she winces. She is amazed at how relaxed she feels each time the pain disipates.
She feels drops of heat explode along her thighs, almost too hot. More mystery drips along the top of her quads that then roll down the sides of her loins. Each initial sensation makes her jump but then the feeling morphs into warmth and it feels good. She wants more. The heat moves its way up her body: her tummy, her shoulders, the tender insides of her extended arms. Pain and then warmth; she’s covered in warmth.
She exhales, feels her body let go. An aroma of coconut soothes whatever anxiety remains. He applies more hot oil and then rubs it all over her naked brown skin, his hands roll down every curve, his fingers explore every crevice, every fold. “There’s no part of me this man hasn’t seen or touched.” Ms. E’s chocolate darkness glimmers in night’s blackness. MK’s dick gets harder with every shimmering detail.
He removes the collar from around her neck. She hears the chain jangle on to the floor. He replaces the collar with kisses and then runs his tongue along her shoulders and collarbone. She’s feels something else being rubbed along her body, something soft, something firm. She has no clue. Her nostrils fill with the aroma of more coconut oil.
He squeezes whatever he is using to rub her between her breasts, rubs it up along her neck, her face, across her lips. She feels his tongue on her lips, his tongue in her mouth and then she tastes coconut. It’s his dick. MK’s rubbing his dick around her mouth. He kneels to the side of her head and runs his dick back and forth across the length of her lips. She kisses it back in return. He pulls it away.
Her tongue reaches out to retrieve it and she lifts her head to find it. He pushes her head back and removes the clothespins from her nipples, gives each a gentle bite and then straddles her shoulders, placing the tip of his swollen cock close to her mouth. Her tongue barely reaches it before he teases it back. Finally, he lets his dick touch her puckered lips. She runs her tongue around its head. He lets her draw it into her mouth, takes it out, kisses her and then puts his dick back in between her lips, a little further, a little deeper.
She swallows as much of him as she can. Slowly, he rocks back and forth fucking her mouth, feeling her lips, feeling the warmth of her saliva cover his shaft. She wants to swallow it whole. Every time he pulls it back Ms. E lunges forward to bring him back. And he gives her what she craves. He fills her throat to the point where she thinks she’ll gag but he takes his dick back at just the right moment and when she catches her breath he returns, again and again.
MK moves down between her legs. He plies open her pussy with his fingers and tongue. She hears a low humming noise and feels a vibrating dildo being placed inside her body. While his tongue circles her clit, he moves the dildo slowly in and out of her pussy, going deeper with each thrust. He lets it vibrate inside a second or two longer with each penetration and then she hears the dildo tossed aside.
He unlocks the restraints from her ankles and brings her legs together, lifting her ass off the bed to place a pillow underneath. She feels her ankles rise to where they rest on his shoulders, one foot on either side of his face. He kisses each foot, bites them, sucks her toes at the same time he deftly separates her vaginal lips with his fingers.
She feels the tip of his dick rubbing against her clit, first slowly then more rapidly, it feels so fucking good. His tongue does the same to her toes. He starts slapping his erect cock against her clit. She wants his dick inside her and raises her hips to receive his entry. She’s going to cum tonight, she knows it, she’s going to cum like never before.
He gives her pussy his dick, hugs her legs with his arms wrapped around her knees and rocks back and forth between her tender thighs, inside her stunningly beautiful body, her beautifully soft sugar that continues to caress him welcoming him deeper into the recesses of her womanhood.
Once fully in, he stays there for a moment, reaches down with both his hands, grabs her ass, separates her cheeks and pulls her as tightly to him as he can. She feels the tip of his big, thick love stick touch her cervix and then pull back and My’Kuyah begins fucking her, rocking her back and forth, squeezing her ass, moaning with each thrust. It feels so good. The rhythm of their interlocked bodies goes on and on into the night. She feels wonderfully alive, her senses heightened to a new level of ecstasy.
She hears another humming sound and feels the vibrator gently massaging her clit. He continues to hold her legs up with one hand, his dick thrusting in and out of her coochie and somehow manages to vibrate her clit with the other. She doesn’t want it to stop. It doesn’t.
She cums and she cums and she moans loudly as the pleasure of what she has been allowed to feel sends waves of joy through her entire body. He releases her hands from the restraints and she grabs his ass, pulling his body as far inside of hers as she can. She throws her feet around his waist and pleads, “Don’t stop, don’t ever stop.”
MK removes her blindfold and kisses her wildly, passionately, deeply, he kisses every bit of her face, her neck and she does the same.
Ms. E lays back, exhausted. He lies to her side and surrounds her with his arms, spooning her from behind. Within minutes her breathing sings a song of contentment. He covets every note emanating from this beautiful woman he has come to love.
In the middle of the night, he awakens her with kisses to her pussy. She is clothed only in the velvet cover of sleep, the softness that comes only with deep restful slumber. His tongue brings her slowly back to life. Her nipples are a little sore from the clothespins but otherwise she feels good. She doesn’t move other than to take his head and pull it close to home. He continues to eat her until she cums in his mouth.
“Dessert,” he says. “I’ve been waiting a lifetime to taste that sweet dessert that only you can serve.”
“Come here you silly man,” she says. “Wrap me back up in those arms of yours. Oh, and by the way, what else you got in that little brown bag of yours?”
“Lots of loving surprises for you, my Sweet Beauty.”
“Like what, MK?”
“In due time, Beautiful, in due time more will be revealed.”
