My heels clicked against the hardwood floor as I walked through the five-bedroom house. I had my award-winning smile in place, pearly whites gleaming as I motioned to the different features of this house. Being a realtor was easy, especially when you looked like I did. Whoever said you hit your peak attractiveness in your twenties was out of their mind. I was thirty-five and had the body Kim Kardashian wished she was born with. Latina down to my perfectly manicured toes. My hair was thick, dark as night, and perfectly wavy. My skin was a delicious tan year-round. My eyes were dark and mysterious. I knew I looked good, and my confidence just made me that much more attractive to my clients.
This time was a bit different, however. I wasn’t showing around just some random client, I was giving Santiago a tour of this mini-mansion. He was one of my husband’s oldest friends, and I… well, I fucking wanted him. I’ve always wanted him. He was as hot as I was, his dark hair had started to grey at the temples and he had these big strong hands that I wanted to be wrapped around every bit of me. I wasn’t the good wife everyone thought I was. I’d had my fair share of affairs. My husband was… boring. And stupid. He never suspected a damn thing.
I had an insatiable sex drive, though I never wanted to put that to use with my husband. He was just so soft. I liked a real man, one that’d get me off and keep ongoing. A man like Santiago.
I’d been flirting with him this whole time, and he’d been giving it right back to me. I showed him around the staged home, bending over every piece of furniture, making sure that my shirt gave him a big eyeful of cleavage. My husband always wanted me to dress slutty, so I did. I loved the attention it gave me. My skirt was short, short enough that when I bent over, Santiago was sure to catch a glimpse of the garter belts that held up the black stockings I wore.
“And this is the kitchen,” I said, turning to face him and holding up a hand to motion to countertops and appliances. “Granite, stainless steel. Only the best for you.”
He grinned at me and nodded his head, hopefully in approval. Yeah, I’d make a really big commotion if he bought this house… but I’d much rather take a really big cock. I knew he was packing, I’d accidentally swiped one too many photos on his phone when he’d been showing me vacation pictures once. That dick pic was saved in my memory, and I’d wanted him even more ever since.
I needed to make my move. Sooner rather than later. This was the perfect excuse too. They were in a big house full of so many empty beds just begging for someone to be bent over them. I knew he was checking me out. I took a deep breath and halted my momentum, his broad chest bumping into mine. His arm shot out around my waist like he thought I’d lose my balance on the heels. He held me close and I looked up at him, my full lips parting in a sigh. It worked, he froze against me, his gaze finding mine and there was that moment of charged sexual tension hanging in the air between us.
“Lor-” Before he could get the last half of my name out of his mouth, I leaned forward those few inches, closing the distance between us. I still had to lean up to kiss him, even in the heels. I cut the sound off by crushing my lips against his, my right arm sliding around his neck and tugging him down to me. There was a brief pause, a moment of hesitation, probably contemplation, before he relaxed against me, his lips softening underneath the pressure of mine. And then I felt it, the soft brush of his tongue across my lower lip.
It drew a little sound from deep in my throat, a needy, wanton thing that was muffled against his lips. I met his tongue with a flick from my own, which earned me a groan that vibrated through Santiago’s chest. And then our tongues clashed together. Rolling, grinding, touching, caressing, flicking. It was a battle, a dance. A glide between his mouth and mine. I savored the taste of him. It fueled my desire, like some kind of fire trailing through my very veins. I was suddenly desperate for him.
Emboldened by my desire, by his reciprocation of my lust, I pushed forward, moving a step, and then another, walking him backward with our mouths still very much entangled in a kiss that’d ruin kissing anyone else for me. His back hit the wall and allowed me to press the entire length of my body against his, trying to get as much of me touching as much of him as I could. It still wasn’t enough, I wanted more. Needed more. Demanded more. I wanted to feel his skin on mine, sliding, rubbing, touching. I wanted all of him.
My left hand found his waist, fingers sneaking up underneath the material of his shirt and starting to push underneath it, the material rising until the pressure of my body against his kept it trapped. This, along with the way my lungs burned with the need for air forced my lips to leave his, leaning back just enough to start tugging his shirt higher and higher up his chest. His mouth found my neck, and the way those warm, kiss swollen lips pressed against my skin, sucking and nibbling made it hard to focus on the task at hand. I had to pull away from his greedy mouth so I yanked the shirt up over his head. I tossed it to the side and didn’t see where it landed, and I didn’t particularly care, either.
I moved back to him, my lips pressing against his in a demanding kiss as my hands slid down his chest, savoring the sensation of his skin underneath my fingertips. My thumbs hooked into his waistband and I pulled him to me while simultaneously pushing him back into the wall, driving our hips together. That’s when I felt him hard and solid pressing against me. It drew an involuntary sound from my lips. A mixture of a needy whimper and a demanding growl. It reverberated through our kiss, my tongue pinning his and grinding against it. I kissed him until I needed more stupid fucking oxygen and had to pull away. I couldn’t keep my mouth off of him for long, though.
I found his collarbone, my lips dragging along the length of it until I found a particularly good spot. I sucked at his skin, my tongue flicking across it as his hips started to move. He rolled forward, grinding his hard cock against me in a needy way that made my pussy suddenly clench with an answering need. I couldn’t help it, my hips started to move too, meeting his every grind with a hard press of my own. When my mouth left his skin, I could already see the start of a hickey forming. It looked vaguely heart-shaped, and that made me smile. Our gazes met, that small smile still dancing across my lips.
“God, you’re amazing Lori,” Santiago’s thick, Hispanic accent danced through my head, melodic and with an edge of growl to it.
My smile grew, my hands converging on the button holding the front of his jeans together. Something about the intensity of his gaze had me blushing again, so I went back to kissing every bit of him I could. His neck, down across his shoulder, and starting to move down his chest. The sounds he made, the way his hips kept rolling forward as my fingers tug open the front of his jeans… His hand found my skirt and he made quick work of it, shoving it down my hips and letting it fall to the ground. He grabbed my ass, his fingers digging in and holding me to him while he rolled his needy cock against me. I almost laughed, elated at the fact that Santiago seemed to want me as much as I wanted him.
I finally pushed the front of his jeans open and pushed them down his hips. My lips moved down the center of his chest, stopping to nip, to bite, to suck, leaving a wet trail as I lowered my body until I was on my knees in front of him and pushing his jeans and boxers out of the way. His cock sprang free with such need and enthusiasm It almost booped me right on the nose. I rolled my eyes up to meet his. The beautiful amber brown irises were wide, and I held that gaze as the tip of my pink tongue flicked out and slid across the head of his cock. It was like he couldn’t take it. He groaned and his head rolled back to rest against the wall. His hand pushed into my soft black waves and curled into a light fist. I didn’t mind.
My lips wrap around the head of his cock with a long, hard, teasing suck. The taste of him was masculine, and I wanted more. So I took more. He was big, perfect. I sucked that perfect cock into my mouth, not stopping until I felt it hit the back of my throat. My gag reflex kicked in, and I fought it for as long as possible so he could feel my throat convulse around his cock like I was trying to swallow him whole. Eventually, the need for air won and I had to ease back off his cock, leaving him slippery and wet with my saliva. When I looked back up, he was staring at me again, a look of wonderment on his face.
It spurred me on, and I started using my mouth to fuck him. I bobbed my head back and forth, up and down on every inch of him. Sucking, slurping, my tongue rolling against the underside of him. He got into it, too. His hips started moving forward, subtly pushing his cock down my throat a little deeper every time. Sometimes the hand in my hair would tense and hold me down on his cock so he could enjoy the tight way my throat wrapped around the head of him as I gagged. I was prepared to go for the long haul, to get him off right then and there, but Santiago had different plans.
His fist tightened in my hair and he used it as a handle to slowly pull me to my feet. I almost pouted at him when I was back on my feet and our gazes locked, but he didn’t let me. The look on his face was a pure animalistic need, I only had a moment to take it in before he crushed his lips to mine in a scorching kiss. His tongue was demanding as he kissed me like he was trying to devour my soul, my very essence. I kissed him back, my fingers digging into his bare shoulders. His hand leaves my hair, both of his palms covering my ass and with a grip and a lift, my feet leaving the ground so fast that one of the black stiletto’s clatters to the floor, forgotten as I hook my legs around his waist. His fingers dig into my ass, along with my legs around his waist, he supports my weight, his mouth still devouring mine as he starts moving. Every fucking step has his cock, hard and ready for me, rubbing against my pussy, which was wet with the evidence of just how badly I wanted him inside of me.
He walked down the hallway, I didn’t think he knew where he was going but I was too caught up with grinding myself against the cock that I’d just had my lips wrapped around and kissing him stupid. He muttered a curse against my lips, shifted my weight and pushed open a door. It leads to the bathroom, and I managed to pull myself together enough to look and see why he was upset. The sight made me laugh a little, the sound low and husky with desire.
“Next one, baby,” I murmur, peppering a trail of kisses along his jawline.
“I knew that,” He teased, his grip on my ass tightening again as he started to walk further down the hall. He stopped in front of the right door, and luckily I didn’t shut it when I’d walked out earlier because it swung open with just a nudge.
One second I was kissing Santiago’s neck like it was going out of style, the next I was flying through the air and hitting the mattress with a little bounce. I couldn’t help the girlish sound of surprise that escaped me as I bounced. Santiago moved in, crawling over the bed and me, not stopping until I was flat on my back, looking up at him. My dark hair fanned out around my face, and he gingerly lifted a curl and rubbed it through his fingers, the small smile playing across his lips making me melt.
“You’re beautiful, Lori… I’ve dreamed about this since the moment we met… Fuck, you’re even better than every fantasy I’ve ever had,” Santiago murmured the words, his lips so close to mine by the end of it that I could feel his warm breath on my lower lip.
I leaned in that millimeter of distance and kissed him, a little moan living and dying in my mouth as his tongue clashes with mine. The kiss wasn’t long enough for me, but Santiago seemed to want to explore the way I had. It was only fair.
His lips left mine, swollen and tasting like him, to trail down my neck. His fingers undoing the buttons of my red dress shirt as he goes. I couldn’t help the little sounds I made. I tried too, but every brush of lips, a flick of the tongue, the way his hands slid up my side… I was helpless to stop them. He kissed his way up to my ear, his tongue darting out and flicking across the lobe in a way that made me shudder, my skin breaking out with goosebumps.
“Lori… I need to taste you.” He said, his voice a purr. My response to that was a whimper, my pussy throbbing so hard it was impossible to think of anything other than, ‘Oh, fuck, yes.’
His lips descended my neck, taking their sweet time to taste and torment as his hands shoved my shirt open and did this slow, up and down caress on either of her sides. When he reached my cleavage, he snarls a kiss to one breast, and then the other, his face pushing between them and stealing nipping kisses. Finally, one of his hands reaches up and yanks the cups of my bra down, exposing my hard nipples. He finds one, and then the other with a sucking kiss that ends in a bite.
My teeth dig into my lower lip to try and muffle the moans that his mouth tries to coax from me, but again, it was freaking useless. I couldn’t help it. I arched off the bed, shoved my fingers through his hair and offered my breasts to him, practically begging for more of his attention. His lips lock around my right nipple and suck so hard I cry out. Just as the sound leaves me, his fingers are suddenly sliding between my legs.
The sensation of his thick, strong fingers stroking up and down over my lace-covered slit steals my breath for a moment. And then, as if of their own accord, my hips start rocking forward, grinding up against him, into his touch. It was almost teasingly light, just enough to frustrate me, to send little waves of pleasure through me, promising more. I was so wet, I could feel my own juices coating Santiago’s fingers.
Just as soon as they appeared, they were gone. I blinked my eyes open and stared at Santiago, only to find myself watching him pull his mouth away from my nipple so he could slide those two fingers between his lips. He held my gaze as he sucked my arousal off his fingers, a low groan emitted from his chest. He licked them clean, and with a heated look flashed my way, he moves.
He slid between my legs, forcing my thighs wide. He presses his face into my bare pussy without a second of hesitation, his head moving back and forth as he just rubs against my pussy with his whole face for a second before he stops and takes a deep inhale. As he exhales, he groans, his broad tongue is suddenly pushing between the lips of my pussy. He finds my clit with an expert stroke and I cry out in pleasure. The sensation bowing my back and making my hands fly into his hair, gripping him in almost the same way he was gripping my hair earlier.
His strong, fat tongue rubs up and down over my clit, lapping at me in the most deliciously sinful way. Just as I get into the rhythm of his tongue, his lips wrap around my clit and he sucks. The sound I made was so much closer to a scream than it was a moan. He sucked and sucked, the sensation making me writhe and buck underneath his mouth, so close to cumming already it made me feel dizzy.
His sucking eased, and his tongue returned to its slow dance before sliding down, finding the entrance to my pussy. He shoved his tongue inside of me, the tip of it rubbing over my walls as he tried to shove it in as far as it could go and wiggle around. It felt so fucking good, the pleasure had me a mindless, writhing mess underneath him. His tongue slid out of my needy little hole and went back to licking at my clit, but my pussy didn’t have to feel empty for long. Those two fingers he’d sucked clean a moment earlier were suddenly pushing inside of me.
My pussy stretched around his thick, strong fingers, squeezing down around them as they curled upwards and started stroking my walls. Over and over with the same motion as once again his lips closed around my clit. It was like he knew exactly what it would take to get me off because, in the blink of an eye, the orgasm hit. I moaned and squirmed and twitched, the pleasure bowing my spine and making me grind up into his face. He didn’t stop. He kept sucking. Kept stroking. He drew out the pleasure until it was damn near painful. I tried to close my legs, to squirm away from him, but he kept going.
“Fuck. Santiago. Please, it’s too good, too much… Fuck.” I gasped the words, and only then did he relinquish my pussy. His lips left my clit with one last hard suck before he slid those fingers out of me and climbed back up my body. Apparently, when he’d been eating me out he must have ripped off his jeans because his bare thighs slid against mine until his cock was pressed right up against me.
His hand slid between us, his fingers wrapping around the base of his dick, gripping it. He rubbed the head of his cock up and down my glistening pink pussy, coating him in my juices, teasing my sensitive clit with the broad head of his cock. “You taste like candy… Your pussy is so sweet… So beautiful, so tight… So fucking perfect, Lori. I think I’m addicted.” He murmured the words, leaning down to kiss me just as he dragged his cock down the length of my slit, found my needy little entrance… His hips shoved forward and suddenly he was pushing inside of me.
My pussy stretched around his thick cock with a delicious ache. My warm, wet walls stretched around him, squeezing down like a velvet vise wrapped around his cock. My cry of pleasure married with his groan, both sounds reverberating through our kiss as our tongues clashed and his hips started to rock. He slid his cock out of my clenching pussy slowly before slamming it back it. He did it again, and again. It was so slow, it was driving me crazy.
I hooked a leg around his waist, trying to draw him down into me faster. My hand pushed into his hair and pulled, my hand on his shoulder dug in, leaving little crescent moon indents in his flesh. I needed more. More. I wanted it more. I grip his hair harder, using it to pull his mouth away from mine. Our gazes meet for a heartbeat, his cock pushing inside me and stealing my cognitive function, and then I remember I was the one seducing him.
I flashed him a smirk before shifting my weight and using leverage to roll his bigger body over and onto his back. The switch in position made both of us go still as his cock was pushed even deeper inside of me. Fuck, he felt so good stretchy my pussy, his cock deep and thick and hard. My body clenched down around his cock with an appreciative hug. I sat up, straddling his hips so that most of my weight was bearing down on his cock. I put a hand on his chest to steady myself and rolled my hips, forwards and back, grinding him around inside of me.
The sounds Santiago made, the way he stared at me… Fuck, it was almost as good as the way he felt buried deep inside my cunt. I started to move, to bounce. Unlike him, I didn’t take it slow. I moved with a purpose. A demand. My pussy, wet and clenching, dragged off his cock before the weight of my body slammed it back down. Over and over again in a hard, steady rhythm.
The sound of our breathing, my moans, his groans, and the bead squeaking mixed with the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh into this beautiful cacophony of sex. My nails dig into his chest, and my movements grew frantic as that pleasure starts to build inside of me. His hands slide up my thighs, his fingers digging into my hips as he holds onto me tighter and tighter.
“Fuck… God, I’m going to.. Fuck, Lori!” Santiago cries out, practically shouting my name so loud that my neighbors know it. His whole body tenses underneath me, shuddering violently as he holds my hips down on his cock so hard I couldn’t move much more than to rock back and forth.
I felt the warm rush inside of me, his cock twitching, spasming as he filled my squeezing little hole with his cum. I could feel it fill and spill out around his cock. His grip on my hips loosens a little, and that’s all I need to start bouncing again. To start fucking him again.
I use him as my own personal fuck toy. Bouncing on that perfect cock of his like it was made for my pleasure. My fingers slide down, reaching to the base of his cock where his cum is making a mess of everything. My fingers coated in the stuff, they slide upwards until I find my clit. I rub his cum into my clit, my gaze on his face. He can’t seem to look away from where our bodies are joined, watching me use him, to play with myself.
It didn’t take long at all for me to get off. The wet cum, the way his cock hit all those good places deep inside of me, the way he was shuddering underneath me. My second orgasm of the night hit like a wave, smashing through me and sending me sprawling across Santiago’s chest. His arms wrapped around me and held on while I shuddered and came all over his cock. My pussy clamping down around him with a series of throbbing squeezes.
I collapse against his chest with a little laugh before rolling off of him, loving the feeling of his hot cum as it leaked out of my well-fucked pussy. “Damn, I’ve wanted to do that forever,” I said, glancing at him with a smirk.
“Well, why the hell haven’t you?” He asked, a teasing tone in his voice.
“Because I wasn’t sure if you’d tell-” before I could even finish the sentence the front doorbell gave a loud ring.
“Fuck,” I say, a little panicked as I sit up in bed. I start fixing my bra. “Hide and don’t say shit,” I say, glancing st Santiago as I slide off the bed. I hurriedly button my shirt, rushing to the door.
I hesitate and grab my discarded heel, shoving my foot in it as I shut the door behind me. I rush down the hallway, find my skirt and wiggle that up over my ass. I push my other foot into my shoe, standing up straight and pushing my hand back through my curls as the door to the house swings open. I give my husband a wide-eyed innocent look.
“Mi Amor, what are you doing here?” I ask, trying to sound nonchalant and like I wasn’t leaning his best friends cum from my nicely fucked pussy.
“I wanted to surprise you for lunch. I thought I heard… are you here alone?” He asks.
“Of course. Santiago left about an hour ago and I..” I give a guilty little laugh. “You know how these heels hurt my feet. I laid down on the bed and took my shoes off. It was only going to be for a minute but I fell asleep. I’m so sorry, baby.” I say, stepping towards him.
He gives me a look, and then his shoulders slowly start to relax. “You do fall asleep so easily,” he murmurs as I rub my hand up his chest.
“Can we go home, Mi amour? You can give me one of those amazing foot rubs…” I practically purr the last part and feel his excitement grow as he wraps an arm around my waist.
“Yeah, baby. Let’s get out of here.” He says.
As we turn away I catch a glimpse of Santiago standing in the doorway. I hold my finger to my lips and winked at him before walking off with my husband.
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