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Victor couldn’t even pick up his burger. He just stared at it while Raissa enjoyed her beer. He reached for it but then Raissa squeezed and his hands would retreat. He looked at her, she still wore that seductive smirk and she winked at him. Why did she have to look so good? Why did she have to be so beautiful? Why couldn’t he shove his finger into her pussy and finger her until she came?
Because she’s wearing a tight fitting jeans, and it’s difficult to finger her with those still on while she sat.
Victor decided that he needed to get back at her. Not then and there, no, he wanted to bide his time a little. From time to time, Raissa would spit on her hand and resume her sensual strokes, sometimes going down and massaging his balls and sometimes just pinching the head of his penis while her left hand stroked the shaft. She definitely enjoyed it, and she enjoyed the looks of pleasure that is so apparent on Victor’s face.
Victor’s left hand slitered on and rested across her thigh. He gripped her tightly as he made some stifled moan. Raissa grabbed a thick napkin and placed it against the entrance and she felt the warmth seep in. Victor would softly grunt and moan and his grip on her tighten just a bit. His cock twitched under her grip as she kept stroking it, milking every last drop of semen she could get. Eventually the twitching stopped as she giggled.
She took the napkin and opened it slowly, looking at the milky deposits within. “So much cum, you do not masturbate much do you?” she purred as she started licking at it, trying to pick up whatever she could. Definitely sweet and a little salty, she judged, as she began to suckle at the napkin. All Victor could really do is watch her and he took a large swig of his ginger ale. He tucked his penis back in and cleared his throat.
Annabelle comes back, true to her word, carrying a glass of ginger ale. She noticed a familiar scent, something she hasn’t smelled in a while, and immediately she could feel her nether regions twitch. But she kept her composure, noticing the napkin that Raissa held.
She licked her lips again, and Raissa smiled as she watched. She opened napkin, the scent coming in stronger as both her and Annabelle took a whiff of the musky man scent.
Raissa rose up to Annabelle’s ear level and cupped her left hand over them. “Would you like a taste?” she teased and as she settled back down, Annabelle looked back and around, noticing that no attention is given to them, then nodded slightly, “it’s been so long…” she whispered under her breath, but Raissa heard it.
Raissa gave her the napkin and Annabelle opened it. She could still see some globs of semen, perfect for her tongue to pick up, and indeed she licked at the hot wetness. She took in the scent, so strongly did it turn her on, and she had to excuse herself again as soon as she set the cup down. She tucked the napkin into her bra, gave Victor a wink, and practically ran to the back again.
“Such a good girl,” Raissa chuckled as she settled back down.
“You’re enjoying this,” Victor finally said, his voice low, as he grabbed her cheeks and forced her to turn to him.
“Querido, forgive me,” she said softly, “I — mmm — I could not help myself.”
He studied her a little, looking into her seductive hazel eyes and her plump crimson lips. He gave a low growl as he let her go, and she felt a striking warmth in her loins as her head rested against his shoulder. She let his softening cock go and tucked it back into safety and zipped him up.
“Your burger is becoming cold, Querido. Eat, you must be hungry,” she purred and Victor sighed a little. His fries are, indeed, cold.
*************
It’s still daylight, a warm Friday afternoon.
Instead of separating, Raissa inserted herself into Victor’s car. Raissa strapped herself in as Victor pulled out and drove off. He wore a stoic mask, tight lipped and he drove fast and hard until they parked in one of the more fancier hotel in the city.
Victor lead Raissa in, his stride long and fast as she tried to keep up. He wasn’t forceful or anything nor did he grip her by the arm and dragged her in. He kept his hand behind her hip and gently pushed her, but he still wore that mask. The receptionist regarded him and his eyes brightened a little.
“Ah, Victor welcome!” He said, but he immediately knew something was up. His usual cheerful face is serious and, dare he say, gallant.
“One room please, Sam, second floor. Give my regards to Toliver, if you will.”
Samuel’s smile returned and he gave a nod and a keycard. “He’s always thankful, Victor.”
Victor gave him a nod as well as him and Raissa walked through a long hallway and into a golden elevator.
Raissa looked at Victor who still wore the same face. She started to get nervous, she didn’t know what is coming for her and she started looking around for an exit.. She tried pulling away, but Victor simply pulled her in closer. He lead her down a green carpeted hallway and scanned a keycard against a door and took her into the room. The marble floors accentuated Victor’s determined footsteps as he forced her onto the bed. He whirled around, unbuttoned and took off his vest and his longsleeve. Then, he went onto her and kissed her deeply.
She caressed his face as she returned his passion. They laid down, Victor pressing himself against her as he ran his hand down her thigh, his other hand holding the back of her head. They separated, Victor breathing heavily as his forehead rested against hers. “Do you have any idea how much I had to control myself to not simply fuck you in that bar?”
Raissa laughed gently as she puckered her lips for Victor to kiss. “I cannot imagine, I am sorry,” Raissa simply said then gave a short sexy laugh. She played with fire in that bar. Victor could have easily left and never contacted Raissa again. He could have called attention to her actions and ruined her business. He could have gotten her arrested for rape.
Raissa was lucky that Victor liked her enough for him to have enjoyed it.
Victor’s hand went and slid under her tank top and was surprised when he found she wasn’t wearing any bra. She bunched it just above her breast and he moved down to give her twins some attention. He would take in one breast into his mouth and suckle on it, then move on to the next. He kissed her again, moving down as he kissed her neck. Then her stomach, her perfect washboard abs, which he ran his tongue over. Raissa giggled as she felt his wet tongue just run over her stomach. He then tugged at her jeans, bringing them down with some effort as she arched her back to give him some room to maneuver her tight jeans off. He kissed just above her pubic bone and then he pulled down her red thong.
He kissed her clit, a shiver suddenly ran through Raissa’s back as she inhaled sharply. Her legs spreads open and he wrapped his arms around it. He flicked his tongue against her bean and then wrapped it in his lips and he sucked it while playing with it with his tongue. She’s starting to breathe fast as she bit her thumb a little while her free hand went on Victor’s head. “Victor, please Victor,” she begged and Victor knew what she wanted.
But no, he will not give in to her as he pulled away. A look appeared on her face, that of betrayal. “No! Come back querido, please,” she begged. He took his pants off and grabbed his dick, he positioned himself in front of her and lined it up. A look of lust came over her face, “Yes, please Victor, please,” her moans came as she sat up and looked at him standing between her thick legs. He pushed the head in slightly, she could feel her vagina stretching, but then Victor pulled his dick out.
“Say it,” Victor said, his voice returning to that low, deep tone. Raissa looked at him, looked at his face.
“Say what? Victor, I do not understand,” she whimpered as she reached for his cock, but he simply turned his hip away.
“Beg me for it,” he answered. “Beg, and I might give it to you.”
She then knew exactly what is happening, and she didn’t see this coming.
He started moving to engage once again, but every time the tip of his head would knock on her door, he would pull it away. Raissa whimpered and groaned, gyrating for him.
“Victor, please…. you are being very mean to me, please Querido,” she mewled as she gave him her big doe eyes. “Please, give it to me Victor, please.”
“Hmm, good. Beg harder or I’ll leave out of that door.” Victor took his cockhead and started rubbing it against her clit. Raissa began to inhale sharply and stared at Victor’s eyes.
“Please, Victor, I’m begging you, shove that big dick in my tight pussy,” Raissa sniveled, again she felt herself open up only for the intruder to loose interest. She felt her pussy twitch with anticipation but was denied again! It was literally begging for him to come in. “Please, Querido, please!” she said softly, whispering as she rubbed his chest.
Tear’s started to rim her eyes, and Victor felt that pang of guilt. “Fuck” he muttered, “she got me.”
Then, suddenly, he slammed himself into her and she shouted and groaned. She wrapped her arms around him and her eyes rolled to the back of her head as she already start herself starting to ride the orgasm bus. It seems to be a bumpy ride because the bus kept hitting potholes as Raissa felt more and more orgasm hit her one after another. Victor planted his arms down as he pumped into her with vigor, listening on her stifled breaths and moans. He felt her legs shake and he pushed himself just a bit deeper and then ground his hips against her. Just as the last of her orgasm subsided, that little act of his caused another to peak its head in and dance with Raissa. This one is a bit bigger than the others as she felt her toes curl, her legs shake even more, and her back shiver and quake. She tightened her embrace as her moans escaped her finally. “Guaahhhh Fuck!!! Victor I —- ughhhh fuck, I am coming again!”
He kissed her neck and nibbled on her earlobes as he increased his tempo just a bit. She shook and spasmed, and Victor felt her walls contract and squeeze him tightly, trying to milk his cock She finally released him and flopped down on her back, breathing hard as if she just ran a marathon. He took her right leg and brought it over and laid it down on her left and he started thrusting into her again. He slapped her ass, watched as the ripple shook through her entire derrière, and he slapped her again, and again, and once more until he left a large red print. Each slapped elicited a yelp from her. He leaned into her again and kissed her deeply. He grabbed her tits and massaged it, sucking on it then giving it a playful slap.
“I do not appreciate being played with,” Victor growled and Raissa only nodded. “I do not appreciate you making me come and I couldn’t do anything for you. I do not appreciate you faking your tears!”
“I — aahhn — I am sorry Victor,” she moaned out as she caressed him. “I was only trying to — Ahmmm— to make sure you are relaxed, and the tears? You tease me so much, I must make you guilty even for a little bit.”
“Relaxed?!” Victor snarled as he slammed his hip into her a bit harder and she threw her head back as she felt him deeper in her. “I was already relaxed, then you made me afraid. But then Annabelle came and…”
“And what, Querido? Say it. Do you like being watched? Did you like it when she took your napkin away and she would masturbate to your smell?” Now it was time for Raissa’s bravado to come back, but it was short lived when she felt him move a little faster and she squealed against him.
“I did like it, but I don’t want anyone else to watch ever again,” Victor replied as he picked up the tempo again. He flipped her over to her stomach, slapped the other cheek red and helped her hips up so she’s on her knees but her face laid against the bed. He grabbed her hip and started his two dimentional movement. “God you are still tight!” he grunted into her ears and she squealed in delight.
“Good, anything for you Querido,” Raissa purred as she sucked on her thumb. Her moans and gasp are music to his ears, and for the last 20 minutes or so he enjoyed her little orchestra. The orchestra of her delectable moan, the wet slaps of their hips slamming against one another, a queef here and there, and the sloppy sounds they made as they made out. All of it drove him to the edge as his thrust went in harder and harder. He’s glad that Raissa rubbed one out for him earlier, he didn’t feel the need to ejaculate.
He realized something. He was planning on a little interrogation. Suddenly a grin widened on his face as he slapped her ass and began to massage her brown button. Raissa made an *Eeep!* as soon as Victor touched back there and she looked back and saw his grin.
“I… I am not ready for that, Victor,” she pleaded fearing that he wont listen and simply take what he wants, but Victor only tilted his head in curiosity, and then realized what she meant.
“My sweet, tell me: What is your favorite food?” his inquiry started. Raissa eyed him with confusion, but then Victor stopped thrusting and her eyes went soft.
“No, no, please,” she begged but Victor wouldn’t start. “My favorite food is… is… pasta! My mother would cook it once a week after school when I was little. I grew up poor so pasta was our food of luxury.”
Victor started thrusting again drawing out various moans from her, “Yes! please, do not stop Victor!”
“Favorite fruit?” His questioning continued and when Raissa once again hesitated, he stopped.
“Mangoes! It is mangoes, please do not stop.” her voiced shivered as she got on her hands. Victor leaned in close, his pelvis resting firmly on her ass, and drew her in as he latched his lips on her. They shared a passionate kiss and stared at each other’s eyes until they separated.
Victor smirked as he gave her luscious and plump ass another well deserved slap. “I’m getting really close,” he grunted as his tempo increased. She moaned and screamed as her orgasm started to build. She an feel the pressure building inside her and as Victor thrusted with vigor and he threw ropes of semen into her confines did she arrive in that special place. Her eyes fluttered, she swallowed as she felt her throat dry up, and she shook under his warm hands. With each thrust did Victor splash her insides with his warm cream, her walls stroking him as they clamped down with each orgasm. He sputtered and groaned and he shut his eyes tight and focused on the pleasure he’s currently experiencing.
But as soon as his orgasm fell did he begin anew on another crusade. His hips began to move. Faster and faster, with intensity and renewed vigor. Raissa looked back to him through blurry eyes and messed up mascara. “Again?” Raissa questioned weakly as Victor flipped her to her back and inserted his coin into her slot. Victor felt the slippery warmth envelop him as it helped propel him deeper into her. “Again!?” Raissa screamed as she began clawing at his back as she embraced him. He steadied his breathing, he’s determined to go as long as he can, and he kissed her neck. “Hnnnnnngh, Victor!!!”
“Round 2, Sweets,” he whispered into her ears and she melted under his arms.
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