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I was greeted at the entrance of the apartment building by a tall, attractive Brazilian lady clad in a daring white shredded tank-dress, with multiple cut-outs, which exposed a generous quantity of her dark chocolate skin.
"You like?" Brisa asked.
I ran my eyes over her imposing Amazonian figure.
"You look amazing."
She studied my visage for signs I was being untruthful.
"You look even better in person, than in your photographs."
It was no lie. At six-foot, Brisa was taller than I expected, though that was probably due to the glamorous high-heeled black strapped sandals she was wearing. Her firm breasts were full, but in perfect proportion with her statuesque body. She exuded a quietly authoritative air that made my knees weaken. Brisa looked at me with dusky eyes, gleaming with dark intent.
"Come!" Something in her tone suggested a command, not an invitation.
Brisa led the way into a brightly-lit ground-floor apartment. complete with all modern furnishings. When she moved, her hips swayed sensually. She sashayed across the tiled floor exuding Hollywood glamour. Her provocative walk held me entranced. My eyes followed her long, graceful legs, up to her partially exposed derrière. There were not many women that could pull off wearing a dress that left so little to the imagination, yet she managed the feat, while still retaining an air of elegant refinement.
I took a seat on a faux-leather, white couch, whilst Brisa went into the open-plan kitchen and poured two large glasses of Spanish Rioja.
When Brisa returned, and with the red wine lubricating our tongues, we engaged in a flirtatious conversation. My initial shyness faded fast and I grew bolder, which led to my unfortunate habit of indiscreetly staring at her luxurious body. Though, she did not seem to mind, that my eyes were affording her sublime form such close attention. If anything she encouraged the behaviour, by leaning forward at every opportunity to showcase her firm cleavage, and constantly crossing and uncrossing her silky smooth legs
When our glasses were emptied, Brisa enquired as to whether I preferred a refill, or that we retire to her bedroom. It was a simple decision. She seemed pleased that I´d opted for the latter. She´d noted how I´d been eyeing her for the past hour, and that seemed to have put her in a frisky mood. She giggled and grabbed a handful of my ass in her hand as we left the living-room together.
"I like you, David. I´m going to have such fun with you," Brisa said, breaking into a loud raspy laugh.
We entered a small, immaculately clean room, furnished with a large double bed and a dressing-table that took up most of the available space.
"Come boy!" Brisa said with authority, leading me to the bed by the hand. I stood by the foot of the bed and waited while she let the roller-shutters down on the window, and turned on a bed-side lamp.
She swished across the floor and stood before me with hands planted firmly on her hips.
"Strip!"
I could not have undone the buttons on my shirt or pants any quicker than I did. I flung the material on the tiles and stood naked awaiting her approval.
Brisa brought her index finger to her full lips and tapped her foot on the tiled floor. Her face bore no indication as to what she was thinking.
I looked down at her red painted toe-nails and waited for her to say something. All I could hear was the sound of the whirring roof-fan, and the faint noise of the traffic outside. My eyes drifted up her smooth legs to her large hips, and dared to sneak a peek at her impressive chest. I spotted a risen black nipple peering through a cut in the white material and became insanely aroused.
I dared catch her eye.
Brisa took her finger away from her lips and twirled it around.
I turned slowly around, and stood with my back to her. The hairs on the back of my neck bristled when I heard the sounds of her heels clicking on the tiles, and then, felt her imposing presence behind me.
Two arms snaked around my bare hips, and Brisa whispered loudly in my ear: "You´re all mine!"
I felt her hot bulge grinding against my trembling cheeks. She groaned loudly and pulled away.
I turned back around to face my ebony mistress.
Brisa shook her lustrous, long, silky hair loose, and slid the spaghetti straps down over her shoulders. She smirked as she bent forward and slipped off her tiny thong, watching for my reaction to her large cock, dangling deliciously between her thighs.
I leaned in and kissed her softly on the lips. She grabbed my sweaty hand and brought it onto her sturdy member. Her cock hardened considerably as my hand ran along its length and I felt it pulsate warmly in my palm. Brisa´s arm wrapped around my waist and I was reeled in tight. It required a deft wriggle to remove my trapped arm from between our crushed bodies, as our lips meshed together.
She kissed me hard on the mouth, then pushed me away. I stood back in a daze. She laughed seductively, and I fell further under her mesmerising spell.
My fingers traced over her soft sensual skin, and she roughly tweaked my nipples with her long, red varnished nails. She grabbed my waist and pulled me close for a hungry kiss. Her sharp fingernails dug into my ripe fleshy cheeks as our tongues tangoed. An electric current surged through my entire body, shorting the circuitry of my cerebrum.
She withdrew her lips from mine. I opened my eyes, and was roughly shoved onto the mattress. In that instant, I knew what I wanted to happen. I wanted her to take me. To ravish me, in whatever manner she saw fit.
"Turn around, chico."
I did as ordered and rolled onto my stomach, placing my body at her full disposal. She gave a satisfied purr and told me how she was going to give it to me good.
I held my breath.
My heart pounded violently in my chest.
She got onto the bed and climbed on top of my prone body. I felt her hot breath tickling the back of my neck. My senses tingled, as the weight of her heavy breasts pressed against my back. She slipped her hands under my stomach. I was dragged up off the mattress and positioned on all fours. A trickle of sweat ran down my side, careered off, and dropped onto the crimson duvet cover.
Her long fingernails scraped down the length of my spine, producing a tremendous erotic quiver.
Her hands reached inside my splayed thighs and pushed them further apart. The side of her knees pressed against my calves and her strong palms pushed down on my shoulder-blades, until my face was buried in the pillow.
Despite being initially unnerved by Brisa´s manhandling of my slight frame, I automatically became rock hard, again.
She smacked my ass firmly to affirm her authority. I felt completely subjugated and bent to her will. A slave to her desire. She grappled with my pert cheeks, kneading them, and slapping them with exquisite force. She pulled them apart and squealed with delight.
"This is first time for you?" Brisa cried in disbelief.
Brisa retrieved a small brown bottle of poppers from the night-stand, took a deep sniff, then massaged the oily substance into my tight, twitching rosebud, teasing me open.
My long held fantasy was finally about to become a reality.
The hard head of her erect cock squeezed into my lubricious cleft. I gasped at the pleasurable pain as she plunged her thick baton deep inside of me. She immediately relented, and gallantly let her brimming cock nestle in my ass, allowing my tight passage to accommodate her girth.
Within a short while the pain had subsided, and she inched deeper inside me. Having her red-hot rod corked in my stretched rear was unusual, yet richly satisfying.
Brisa waited patiently before slowly pulling her thick member back. A slight pain lingered on. Showing exemplary tenderness she moved her cock sweetly to and fro inside my body. The pain soon subsided altogether and was replaced by the sublime sensation of her thick sex moving piston-like in my ass.
She started to pound my ass furiously. And I began to revel in the beautiful punishment she was doling out.
"You like that?"
It was a rhetorical question. She knew the answer.
"Ye-s," I moaned.
Her hands clutched onto my hips and she rammed her solid tool deeper inside my body. She grabbed at my hair and yanked my head back. I was shocked by how enjoyable it felt. She was in absolute control and I was her living, breathing fuck-doll. For a person who prided himself on his ability to maintain control in almost any given situation, being totally dominated was paradoxically liberating.
"You are my little whore," Brisa cried, between loud pants. "My beautiful little bitch."
Her moist lips kissed the back of my neck.
"Work that ass for me, you hot little slut," she whispered breathlessly in my ear. She bit down sharply on the lobe, Pressing my head downwards.
I moaned, saliva dripping from my gaping mouth onto the pillow-cased and caressed my hypersensitive hard-on. Lost in ecstasy as the onslaught continued.
"Fuck!" Brisa shouted, slapping my stinging left cheek with her open palm. Suddenly she gave one almighty thrust, and screaming with pleasure, her hot load erupted inside me.
A heady build-up of pleasure welled up inside my whole body. Intuitively knowing I was on the verge of climaxing, Brisa mustered up one last thrust that shoved me over the edge. I emitted a primal scream as tendrils of sticky seed shot from my convulsing prick in a crescendo of bliss, before she popped effortlessly out my back door.
My entire being bathed in the warm after-glow. I closed my eyes and felt the ripples of unknown pleasure pass through my body.
"You enjoy that?" she asked.
"That was the most amazing experience I´ve ever had," I replied dreamily.
Brisa surveyed me with a look of glory on her face, stretched an arm across my chest and dug her nails into my tender nipple. "Good, because I´m just getting started with you, boy. I´m not stopping until you can´t walk straight."
For many blissful hours Brisa used my compliant body to satisfy her whims. She fucked me in every conceivable position. It was akin to one long, glorious epiphany. Everything finally fit into place. At long last I understood what was wanting in my life, what I truly desired. My queer spirit was finally liberated. Every part of my being felt gloriously alive. And whole.
A sense of placidity descended on my spirit. Questions that had long tormented my mind had been irrevocably answered. The resounding manner of which left no room for doubt. I was irrefutably queer. And proud to be so.
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