Released into the Public Domain. If you are offended by erotic stories or are under 18years old, do not read this story. Border Town Debbie (part 2) by BTDeb Even now, as a married, 25 year old straitlaced city employee, I still remember the night four years inside the bathroom bar in a Mexican border town. Miguel, the bartender who picked me up at my college dance formal, had me sitting on the toilet seat, while he was kneeling in front of me with his mouth kissing my pussy and the inside of my brown thighs. My long, olive skinned legs locked around his head. He was wonderful! This 47 year old lover had a wonder tongue. He somehow new through my own muscle spasms what lashing and stroking of his tongue would drive me deeper into submission and ecstasy on this hot summer night.
Every time he would stop, I used my legs and hands to force his mouth and tongue back into my trobbing cunt. Our bodies were sweating from the heat. Sweat was dripping from his greased black hair going right into my love box. The salty sweat intensified the pleasure of his tongue on my hot cunt. Finally, in the ultimate tease, he stopped and looked up at me as he proudly displayed one of my black cunt hairs trapped between his two gold teeth. I tried to force his head back into my love hole but he wouldn't. I needed his tongue back in there! I pleaded him. I was a begging bitch in heat. "Make me cum! I'll suck you! - I'll fuck you! just don't stop! I could feel his wet tongue just above the hood of clit- just teasing me.
He had me where he wanted.
He asked" Are you going to be a great fuck" ?
I pleaded - "Ill be a whore, your Puta! Just make me cum!
That got to him. He whispered " your pampered ass really wants you to be a whore , and I am going to make you feel like one."
His hands then went underneath my simple dress and lifted it off of my sweat soaked body.
Except for the 4 inch heels and the head band pushing back my waist length hair, my brown skinned, damp body was his for the taking.
His head went back to my cunt while his rough, old hands roamed my naked body and squeezed my swaying tits. Then, with my legs still locked around his head, he lifted me on to the counter. In no time he had his cock lubbed on my ozzing cunt juices. Ooh! As his bulbous dick slipped into my love tube, I felt stretching to unknown lengths. Miguel increased the pumping of my pussy until sweat and cunt juice were flying everywhere. Miguel was treating me like another , drunken, cheap Mexican whore whom he just bought for a few drinks.
I didn't care! I shifted my drunken body off the counter so he could trust deeper into me.
I was in ecstasy urging him to cum in me. I could feel the tip of his Cock!
As Miguel felt me coming with rhythmic contractions of my cunt walls he instantly grabbed both of my breasts to quickly kiss and chew on my nipples. GOD! this made my body convulse until I was hitting my head against the counter wall.
This old dark, Puta fucker thrusted me up with each stroke, as he pounded deeper into my starving, craving cunt until he found the deepest point to blast his seed into.
Miguel came with his deepest plunge, keeping his twitching cock deep within me for the longest time. I wanted him to stay hard and inside of me forever.
I can still vividly remember the primal smells of cunt, cock and cum, and sound of our fuilds slowly dripping to the floor as he ever so slowly pulled out his now limp bone.
Now , 4 years later, when I long for physical satisfaction I remember my clit begging for his tongue, the hot body friction forcing our bodies to generate exciting smells and stickiness, and the whispered, totally wanton notion from miguel that I wanted to be a whore. I guess my college educated brain and strict upbringing made me fell guilty about enjoying sex. Or have I come to believe men can dominate women with name calling, which forces a women to be celibate except with his boyfriend or husband, while the male still believes he can screw around?
Let me ask you this question; Is their a male equivalent word for whore? There is not. I rest my case.
My husband Mitch seemed to be true to me until recently. But as I have become more demanding sexually, he has satisfied me less.
Oh, Miguel please come back!
I accidentally meet him again at a store on this side of the border. I smiled. He smiled. He looked a bit older, say about 50, but still tall and darkly handsome with his pocked marked face. He walked up and attempted to kiss me on the cheek but I stopped him, saying I am married. I could tell by his eyes he still loved my long dark legs and my more than ample rear end. He commented on my good looks, and that he wanted a chance to make love to my wonderful behind. I just smiled and walked away as he was inviting me to check out the lounge he was tending the bar at across the border.
Doubting I was still pretty and half way slim, I used the two young Air Force guys across the street as judges. One of them was white, but with a good tan and dirty blond hair, and about 8" taller then my 5'7" height. The other was black, and 2'' taller then me. Every Saturday morning they would open up their garage door and pump iron, and their bodies would show it. There heavy breathing and grunts could be heard well across the street. Even though Mitch and the guys were on a neighborly, borrowing relationship, I only gave them a casual "hi " when they were over. Since the washer and dryer in my home are located in the garage, one Saturday, I decided to check out my attractiveness. That day I dressed in a mid thigh dress and 3" strapless heels. I wanted to give them a good look at my long dark legs. Of course I wore panties to be respectable.
As they were excerising across the street, I came out, but ignoring them, I went to the washer to put in some clothes. I intentionally dropped some of them on the floor, and bent down at my waist to pick them up. This allowed them to view my long, dark legs from my toes to my ass cheeks. All of a sudden there was silence- no grunts-no huffing and puffing-just silence. It took me about 10 seconds to pick up all the clothes. But there was just silence from across the street. I guess they liked what they saw. I passed the test. After a couple of years, Mitch went back to his old ways of running off with the boys anytime he liked. One night he tried to make up for coming home late by giving me a pair of round, gold ear rings. He also said that he wanted to try them on! I sarcastically responded that his ears weren't prieced. "No, no" he said, "I mean around my dick so I can hold my hard -on longer." Before long, Mitch and I stripped down for action and put a ring around his dick, but he fell asleep from too much drinking.
The ear rings looked nice, but I never wore them - scared of being embarrassed if someone may actually now their real use.
Our third anniversary was coming up and I decided to really get his attention back by dolling myself up for our anniversary night. I bought a red negligee, matching push-up bra, garter belt and 4' fuck me , strapless heels. I got home early, got changed and waited for Mitch to come home from work. I opened up a bottle of my favorite sloe gin to loosen myself up. He was a half hour late when the phone rang. It was Mitch saying he was going across tonight to show his eighteen year old cousin the best bars across in Mexico. I asked him if today was a special day. The bastard did not remember! I slammed down the phone, hoping he would come home, but after another half hour I was just sitting at the dining room table alone with the bottle of sloe gin.
Then the door bell rang. Between the 4' heels and the liquor, I had to steady myself walking to the door. I opened the door , half-heartily tying to hide behind it. It was the white, young buck across the street returning some tools. he looked great with his short cropped blond hair, and tanned muscle rippled body, straining his tank top.
He told me I shouldn't handle the tools because they were still greasy and he needed to put them back in Mitch's tool box. I agreed and he walked through the living room to the garage without looking back. I went back to sit in front of my sloe gin. He came out of the garage and was heading for the front door with his back towards me. Seeing his tight buns grinding against his shorts, drove me to stand up and offer him a beer. He stopped in his tracks - I could see his eyes devouring my half displayed body in the mirror next to the door. A smile then came across his face that he erased when he turned to accept the beer.
He came back to the table while I displayed my swaying rear going to the frig. It must have driven him crazy not being able to see exactly what I was wearing underneath. I kept the front closed as I returned with the beer. We sat together for about half hour and he finished his beer and then I began sharing the gin.
I knew I was intracing with my long black hair, brown features, blue eye shadow and deep red lipstick.
Then the phone rang. I went to answer. It was just going to be a quick conversation with a relative, but I was afraid the young hunk was going to leave. So, I positioned myself sideways in front of the window to expose my body through the negligee. While still talking on the phone, I could see from the corner of my eye, he was fixated by my long legs and teased up breasts. After hanging up, I walked back and asked if he liked what he saw. He stood up and gave me a long butterfly kiss. One of his hands was on my hip-the other around my waist. He then pressed his body against mine. It was so hot! Both of his hands then stroked my sides, all the while his lips were pressed against mine. God! he was making me wet.
While still kissing me, he must have felt my legs getting weak and pushed me against the edge of the table, and with one of his hands began the massage my stomach in ever widening circle until it reach my open cunt.
My long black hair began to sweep the top of the polished wooden table. His hand then gently guided above my cunt hairs and then moved his wet mouth to one of my tits and begin sucking. His hand wanted more then cunt hairs! His middle finger began to probe my love channel. My arms were around his neck. allowing me to blow in his ears and nibble on his ear lobes. I could see myself, helpless in the mirror. I was parted right down the middle, exposing my tit's and wanton cunt.
The neighbor then lifted me onto the table, flat on my back and proceeded to drop his shorts. I could feel the radiation of his fiery hardon on my thighs- He was that hot!
He was so tall that his bent-over body still overshadowed mine. He let his big bone rest on the outer fold of my pussy as his hands shoved my bra up and over my tits. His mouth immediately fixed on my left boob while slowly sucking it in and out of his mouth. My tits become tough and pointed for his demanding mouth.
Then his hip began to gyrate his cock over the wet entrance of my love pot. Then with one, smooth long stroke he entered me accompanied by my muffled cry of pleasure. He quickly began to trust harder and deeper. My legs were spread wide open and my heels high in the air .
His face had a contorted smile and eyes were closed - His balls and cock had taken control of his body.
Raising my head up I could see his pure white dick pounding the cunt between my open brown thighs. I began to gather my thoughts to cum when the stud let loose his spunk right inside of me. He just laid right on top of me with his hard cock still parked inside of me. He said so sweetly that I had the best legs and a lovely face. He raised himself up slightly to reduce his weight on me, and also, so he could admire my face. My semened cunt went "plop" when he removed his rock hard cock.
He then silently removed my neglige and bra and lead me over to the back of the sofa. so my breast and hardened nipples were swaying over the cushions. My face disappeared under my long hair. I was naked except for the garter belt, stockings and heels. He folded his body over my mine and began to push his dick along my ass crack -back and forth. each time he would stop briefly when the head of his cock could have taken my ass slot. That gave me a shiver evil expectation, but I pleaded I didn't want to be taken in the ass like a whore.
After three or four times of the evil tease, the white guy shoved it in my cunt and proceeded to quickly jizm in my pussy while gripping my breasts. He was now spent. He removed his dying dick and quickly cleaned himself. As he got dressed, he thanked me for the interlude and " Debbie don't worry, I am shipping out in two weeks and I don't kiss and tell". He left me standing naked, in heels without a good climax and his two loads of Anglo-Saxon sperm still gripping my cunt hairs and sliding down my thigh. I was still wound up and wanted to be satisfied.
While taking a shower, I was dreaming about the best satisfaction I had and I drifted to that sole encounter with Miguel. I began to have an overwhelming urge to check him out again and to punish my husband for forgetting our anniversary.
After drinking more, I called female co-worker to join me in checking out Miguel's bar.
Linda, is a 32 year old Filipino girl who is divorced from a military man. I picked her up and drove across the Rio Grande and into the Mexican border town.
We walked into the hotel and the bar that Miguel was tending. It had a nice size dance floor, a five piece band playing a combination of rock and cumbias - my favorite! Since it was mid-week there were a lot more single men then women. Then I spotted Miguel behind the bar. He still had most of his black curly hair with shades of white and was still showing off his chest hair through his half open shirt.
When he spotted me, a smile came across his dark brown, pock marked face. We both seat down at the bar. He immediately gave us the first round free. Anticipating my question, he said could go off duty at 11 P.M. I said in jest that Linda and I could keep ourselves occupied here for two hours. As Miguel was working behind the bar, he kept looking at my wonderfully made-up face with my favorite mid-night blue eye shadow, deep red lipstick and red rue accenting my high cheek bones.
Linda immediately got hit up by a young guy and started dancing. I was hit up too, but I declined so I could talk with Miguel. He came over and started to butter me up. He said" Debbie you look beautiful, but the best parts were my legs and ass. In a bold move to get his serious attention, I went behind the bar, turned around and bent over so my mini -skirt raised up to expose my bare, brown long legs, and my big ass through sheer panties. His hands began to reach for my ass cheeks, but I immediately fled from behind the bar saying the my ass was for later.
He was pissed. He ordered me to dance with the other men in the bar to warm myself up for him. I eagerly complied with his request. After trying out several men, I stayed with best dancer of the group. I danced so hard that the toe strap on my high heels were making my toes bleed! I wasn't feeling any pain though because everyone was buying me drinks.
When 11 P.M. came around, Miguel checked out of his job and attempted to pull me from the dance floor, but the other guy I was dancing with wouldn't let go. He said to Miguel to find his own woman. Miguel responded, saying that I'm his wife! And then a voice from the back responded that I am just another one of Miguel's whores who likes to get her pussy tongue whipped by him!
Miguel commanded me to take off my panties, which I quickly and discreetly did- not knowing what Miguel was going to do with them! He gave it to the other guy and told him to jerk off on them!
This kind of macho talk excites me. Needless to say Miguel and I, along with Linda and Greg, Miguel's cousin, quickly left.
Since it was a hot night, Miguel suggested we cruise the nearby lake on a pontoon boat he had access to. Miguel briefly stopped to buy a case of beer and suntan oil. Why suntan oil, I asked? Miguel laughed. He said the he didn't want to get burned by the full moon.
In no time we were out on the lake looking for a secluded spot. The boat landed and we quickly stripped naked and jumped in the water. However , Linda had too much too drink and couldn't stay afloat, we hauled her back in, and while Greg was tending to her, Miguel grabbed the suntan oil and a couple of seat cushions and told me to follow him off the boat and on to the beach. Once on the beach, we walked naked to a site behind a large rock . As we began kissing, he gently laid me back on a large , smooth rock that was almost horizontal. I unbounded my waist length black hair and placed my wet, long hair between my breasts. the stored water in my hair from swimming began to slowly run down my belly and into my cunt. Miguel began kiss his way down my body until he hit my clit with his tongue. My body shuddered.
I had my hands directing his head around my Love Cunt.
I had been dreaming about this for years and I wasn't going to have his tongue escape!
As I opened my eyes, I saw Greg's shadow in the moonlight as he was peering around rocks twenty feet away. I didn't care, between the water from my hair snaking down into my cunt and Miguel's wonderful licking, I was in rapture. I came, with a series of strong pulsations deep inside of me. Miguel then brought me to my knees in front of him, encouraging me to lick his cock to full life - which I eagerly did. But then I remembered the ear earrings. I took off one of my gold ear rings and slipped it around his semi erect cock before I began licking it. His tool quickly sprang to a ten inch glorious length as a began sucking his cock.
Miguel was telling me what wonderful ass and legs I had and he wanted me to repeat the show I gave him behind the bar. So I began wriggling my ass to the beat of my lip and tongue movement on his dick.
I guess the sight of my naked, wriggling ass was too much for Greg. I heard footsteps approaching and then Miguel quickly ordered me to get on all fours with my ass up in the air toward him. I was immediately met with Greg's hard-on which I began to tease with my tongue.
Meanwhile, Miguel slipped his ringed cock into my pussy. God, attempting to be a whore was too much for me to handle!
Fortunately, I concentrated on getting off Greg and he quickly came, dispatching his hot load into my mouth. I swallowed it with one big noisy gulp. He kissed and licked the remaining cum on my face and lips. Greg's naked body then stood up and staggered back to the boat.
Miguel had me all to himself again. With his dick still buried in my cunt, he grabbed the bottle of suntan oil and began to pour and rub the lotion over my wide ass. With one and then two well lubed fingers he took control of my ass hole.
He was slow and gentle and told me to dream of floating on the lake to relax my muscles. I was moaning and sighing to his fingering trusts of my brown ass.
Then Miguel came, shooting his jiz deep inside my pussy.
Because of the earring around his cock, he remained hard inside of me. It became even harder as he began fucking my swollen cunt again. He fingers were ever loosing my ass hole.
As his rough old hands glided over my naked, lotioned ass, he told me how he first craved my ass the time it wiggled away from the bar he was tending at the collage senior formal 4 years ago.
As soon as he had my ass well lubed and loosened , he removed his ringed cock from my cunt and gently but firmly pressed it deep inside my ass hole. With my butt high in the air and my head resting on the cushion ,this old, bastard lover gripped his hands around my waist to completely owned my brown ass for his pleasure.
From down deep, he would bring the tip of his cock back to expand my back door muscle and then slowly drive it back in again. He had me in a half dreamy state from my newly discovered rear end pleasure, and the enjoying the sight of moonlight on the water.
He stopped several times with his cock deep within me so he would not cum so soon. But as his trusts finally being more demanding, my breathes were becoming shorter and louder until his jiz shot inside of me.
I hated him! I was just an ass fucked whore to him, But I wanted his cock more then ever to keep loving my hole. I pleaded to his cock to keep going but He kept fucking my hole for only another minute, taking advantage of the extra lubrication his cock cum gave my rear end.
He finally dismounted and took me to the lake to wash up. When we got back to the boat , Linda was still passed out on the boat while Greg was swimming. We quickly dressed and headed back to the dock. The land around my town is high desert with mesquite trees and scrub bush but almost everyone has small ranches to enjoy near perfect isolation. Miguel has taken me to wonderful parties on big ranches owned by some of his mature, older friends. Sometimes I take off both ear rings. Border town Debbie
Every time he would stop, I used my legs and hands to force his mouth and tongue back into my trobbing cunt. Our bodies were sweating from the heat. Sweat was dripping from his greased black hair going right into my love box. The salty sweat intensified the pleasure of his tongue on my hot cunt. Finally, in the ultimate tease, he stopped and looked up at me as he proudly displayed one of my black cunt hairs trapped between his two gold teeth. I tried to force his head back into my love hole but he wouldn't. I needed his tongue back in there! I pleaded him. I was a begging bitch in heat. "Make me cum! I'll suck you! - I'll fuck you! just don't stop! I could feel his wet tongue just above the hood of clit- just teasing me.
He had me where he wanted.
He asked" Are you going to be a great fuck" ?
I pleaded - "Ill be a whore, your Puta! Just make me cum!
That got to him. He whispered " your pampered ass really wants you to be a whore , and I am going to make you feel like one."
His hands then went underneath my simple dress and lifted it off of my sweat soaked body.
Except for the 4 inch heels and the head band pushing back my waist length hair, my brown skinned, damp body was his for the taking.
His head went back to my cunt while his rough, old hands roamed my naked body and squeezed my swaying tits. Then, with my legs still locked around his head, he lifted me on to the counter. In no time he had his cock lubbed on my ozzing cunt juices. Ooh! As his bulbous dick slipped into my love tube, I felt stretching to unknown lengths. Miguel increased the pumping of my pussy until sweat and cunt juice were flying everywhere. Miguel was treating me like another , drunken, cheap Mexican whore whom he just bought for a few drinks.
I didn't care! I shifted my drunken body off the counter so he could trust deeper into me.
I was in ecstasy urging him to cum in me. I could feel the tip of his Cock!
As Miguel felt me coming with rhythmic contractions of my cunt walls he instantly grabbed both of my breasts to quickly kiss and chew on my nipples. GOD! this made my body convulse until I was hitting my head against the counter wall.
This old dark, Puta fucker thrusted me up with each stroke, as he pounded deeper into my starving, craving cunt until he found the deepest point to blast his seed into.
Miguel came with his deepest plunge, keeping his twitching cock deep within me for the longest time. I wanted him to stay hard and inside of me forever.
I can still vividly remember the primal smells of cunt, cock and cum, and sound of our fuilds slowly dripping to the floor as he ever so slowly pulled out his now limp bone.
Now , 4 years later, when I long for physical satisfaction I remember my clit begging for his tongue, the hot body friction forcing our bodies to generate exciting smells and stickiness, and the whispered, totally wanton notion from miguel that I wanted to be a whore. I guess my college educated brain and strict upbringing made me fell guilty about enjoying sex. Or have I come to believe men can dominate women with name calling, which forces a women to be celibate except with his boyfriend or husband, while the male still believes he can screw around?
Let me ask you this question; Is their a male equivalent word for whore? There is not. I rest my case.
My husband Mitch seemed to be true to me until recently. But as I have become more demanding sexually, he has satisfied me less.
Oh, Miguel please come back!
I accidentally meet him again at a store on this side of the border. I smiled. He smiled. He looked a bit older, say about 50, but still tall and darkly handsome with his pocked marked face. He walked up and attempted to kiss me on the cheek but I stopped him, saying I am married. I could tell by his eyes he still loved my long dark legs and my more than ample rear end. He commented on my good looks, and that he wanted a chance to make love to my wonderful behind. I just smiled and walked away as he was inviting me to check out the lounge he was tending the bar at across the border.
Doubting I was still pretty and half way slim, I used the two young Air Force guys across the street as judges. One of them was white, but with a good tan and dirty blond hair, and about 8" taller then my 5'7" height. The other was black, and 2'' taller then me. Every Saturday morning they would open up their garage door and pump iron, and their bodies would show it. There heavy breathing and grunts could be heard well across the street. Even though Mitch and the guys were on a neighborly, borrowing relationship, I only gave them a casual "hi " when they were over. Since the washer and dryer in my home are located in the garage, one Saturday, I decided to check out my attractiveness. That day I dressed in a mid thigh dress and 3" strapless heels. I wanted to give them a good look at my long dark legs. Of course I wore panties to be respectable.
As they were excerising across the street, I came out, but ignoring them, I went to the washer to put in some clothes. I intentionally dropped some of them on the floor, and bent down at my waist to pick them up. This allowed them to view my long, dark legs from my toes to my ass cheeks. All of a sudden there was silence- no grunts-no huffing and puffing-just silence. It took me about 10 seconds to pick up all the clothes. But there was just silence from across the street. I guess they liked what they saw. I passed the test. After a couple of years, Mitch went back to his old ways of running off with the boys anytime he liked. One night he tried to make up for coming home late by giving me a pair of round, gold ear rings. He also said that he wanted to try them on! I sarcastically responded that his ears weren't prieced. "No, no" he said, "I mean around my dick so I can hold my hard -on longer." Before long, Mitch and I stripped down for action and put a ring around his dick, but he fell asleep from too much drinking.
The ear rings looked nice, but I never wore them - scared of being embarrassed if someone may actually now their real use.
Our third anniversary was coming up and I decided to really get his attention back by dolling myself up for our anniversary night. I bought a red negligee, matching push-up bra, garter belt and 4' fuck me , strapless heels. I got home early, got changed and waited for Mitch to come home from work. I opened up a bottle of my favorite sloe gin to loosen myself up. He was a half hour late when the phone rang. It was Mitch saying he was going across tonight to show his eighteen year old cousin the best bars across in Mexico. I asked him if today was a special day. The bastard did not remember! I slammed down the phone, hoping he would come home, but after another half hour I was just sitting at the dining room table alone with the bottle of sloe gin.
Then the door bell rang. Between the 4' heels and the liquor, I had to steady myself walking to the door. I opened the door , half-heartily tying to hide behind it. It was the white, young buck across the street returning some tools. he looked great with his short cropped blond hair, and tanned muscle rippled body, straining his tank top.
He told me I shouldn't handle the tools because they were still greasy and he needed to put them back in Mitch's tool box. I agreed and he walked through the living room to the garage without looking back. I went back to sit in front of my sloe gin. He came out of the garage and was heading for the front door with his back towards me. Seeing his tight buns grinding against his shorts, drove me to stand up and offer him a beer. He stopped in his tracks - I could see his eyes devouring my half displayed body in the mirror next to the door. A smile then came across his face that he erased when he turned to accept the beer.
He came back to the table while I displayed my swaying rear going to the frig. It must have driven him crazy not being able to see exactly what I was wearing underneath. I kept the front closed as I returned with the beer. We sat together for about half hour and he finished his beer and then I began sharing the gin.
I knew I was intracing with my long black hair, brown features, blue eye shadow and deep red lipstick.
Then the phone rang. I went to answer. It was just going to be a quick conversation with a relative, but I was afraid the young hunk was going to leave. So, I positioned myself sideways in front of the window to expose my body through the negligee. While still talking on the phone, I could see from the corner of my eye, he was fixated by my long legs and teased up breasts. After hanging up, I walked back and asked if he liked what he saw. He stood up and gave me a long butterfly kiss. One of his hands was on my hip-the other around my waist. He then pressed his body against mine. It was so hot! Both of his hands then stroked my sides, all the while his lips were pressed against mine. God! he was making me wet.
While still kissing me, he must have felt my legs getting weak and pushed me against the edge of the table, and with one of his hands began the massage my stomach in ever widening circle until it reach my open cunt.
My long black hair began to sweep the top of the polished wooden table. His hand then gently guided above my cunt hairs and then moved his wet mouth to one of my tits and begin sucking. His hand wanted more then cunt hairs! His middle finger began to probe my love channel. My arms were around his neck. allowing me to blow in his ears and nibble on his ear lobes. I could see myself, helpless in the mirror. I was parted right down the middle, exposing my tit's and wanton cunt.
The neighbor then lifted me onto the table, flat on my back and proceeded to drop his shorts. I could feel the radiation of his fiery hardon on my thighs- He was that hot!
He was so tall that his bent-over body still overshadowed mine. He let his big bone rest on the outer fold of my pussy as his hands shoved my bra up and over my tits. His mouth immediately fixed on my left boob while slowly sucking it in and out of his mouth. My tits become tough and pointed for his demanding mouth.
Then his hip began to gyrate his cock over the wet entrance of my love pot. Then with one, smooth long stroke he entered me accompanied by my muffled cry of pleasure. He quickly began to trust harder and deeper. My legs were spread wide open and my heels high in the air .
His face had a contorted smile and eyes were closed - His balls and cock had taken control of his body.
Raising my head up I could see his pure white dick pounding the cunt between my open brown thighs. I began to gather my thoughts to cum when the stud let loose his spunk right inside of me. He just laid right on top of me with his hard cock still parked inside of me. He said so sweetly that I had the best legs and a lovely face. He raised himself up slightly to reduce his weight on me, and also, so he could admire my face. My semened cunt went "plop" when he removed his rock hard cock.
He then silently removed my neglige and bra and lead me over to the back of the sofa. so my breast and hardened nipples were swaying over the cushions. My face disappeared under my long hair. I was naked except for the garter belt, stockings and heels. He folded his body over my mine and began to push his dick along my ass crack -back and forth. each time he would stop briefly when the head of his cock could have taken my ass slot. That gave me a shiver evil expectation, but I pleaded I didn't want to be taken in the ass like a whore.
After three or four times of the evil tease, the white guy shoved it in my cunt and proceeded to quickly jizm in my pussy while gripping my breasts. He was now spent. He removed his dying dick and quickly cleaned himself. As he got dressed, he thanked me for the interlude and " Debbie don't worry, I am shipping out in two weeks and I don't kiss and tell". He left me standing naked, in heels without a good climax and his two loads of Anglo-Saxon sperm still gripping my cunt hairs and sliding down my thigh. I was still wound up and wanted to be satisfied.
While taking a shower, I was dreaming about the best satisfaction I had and I drifted to that sole encounter with Miguel. I began to have an overwhelming urge to check him out again and to punish my husband for forgetting our anniversary.
After drinking more, I called female co-worker to join me in checking out Miguel's bar.
Linda, is a 32 year old Filipino girl who is divorced from a military man. I picked her up and drove across the Rio Grande and into the Mexican border town.
We walked into the hotel and the bar that Miguel was tending. It had a nice size dance floor, a five piece band playing a combination of rock and cumbias - my favorite! Since it was mid-week there were a lot more single men then women. Then I spotted Miguel behind the bar. He still had most of his black curly hair with shades of white and was still showing off his chest hair through his half open shirt.
When he spotted me, a smile came across his dark brown, pock marked face. We both seat down at the bar. He immediately gave us the first round free. Anticipating my question, he said could go off duty at 11 P.M. I said in jest that Linda and I could keep ourselves occupied here for two hours. As Miguel was working behind the bar, he kept looking at my wonderfully made-up face with my favorite mid-night blue eye shadow, deep red lipstick and red rue accenting my high cheek bones.
Linda immediately got hit up by a young guy and started dancing. I was hit up too, but I declined so I could talk with Miguel. He came over and started to butter me up. He said" Debbie you look beautiful, but the best parts were my legs and ass. In a bold move to get his serious attention, I went behind the bar, turned around and bent over so my mini -skirt raised up to expose my bare, brown long legs, and my big ass through sheer panties. His hands began to reach for my ass cheeks, but I immediately fled from behind the bar saying the my ass was for later.
He was pissed. He ordered me to dance with the other men in the bar to warm myself up for him. I eagerly complied with his request. After trying out several men, I stayed with best dancer of the group. I danced so hard that the toe strap on my high heels were making my toes bleed! I wasn't feeling any pain though because everyone was buying me drinks.
When 11 P.M. came around, Miguel checked out of his job and attempted to pull me from the dance floor, but the other guy I was dancing with wouldn't let go. He said to Miguel to find his own woman. Miguel responded, saying that I'm his wife! And then a voice from the back responded that I am just another one of Miguel's whores who likes to get her pussy tongue whipped by him!
Miguel commanded me to take off my panties, which I quickly and discreetly did- not knowing what Miguel was going to do with them! He gave it to the other guy and told him to jerk off on them!
This kind of macho talk excites me. Needless to say Miguel and I, along with Linda and Greg, Miguel's cousin, quickly left.
Since it was a hot night, Miguel suggested we cruise the nearby lake on a pontoon boat he had access to. Miguel briefly stopped to buy a case of beer and suntan oil. Why suntan oil, I asked? Miguel laughed. He said the he didn't want to get burned by the full moon.
In no time we were out on the lake looking for a secluded spot. The boat landed and we quickly stripped naked and jumped in the water. However , Linda had too much too drink and couldn't stay afloat, we hauled her back in, and while Greg was tending to her, Miguel grabbed the suntan oil and a couple of seat cushions and told me to follow him off the boat and on to the beach. Once on the beach, we walked naked to a site behind a large rock . As we began kissing, he gently laid me back on a large , smooth rock that was almost horizontal. I unbounded my waist length black hair and placed my wet, long hair between my breasts. the stored water in my hair from swimming began to slowly run down my belly and into my cunt. Miguel began kiss his way down my body until he hit my clit with his tongue. My body shuddered.
I had my hands directing his head around my Love Cunt.
I had been dreaming about this for years and I wasn't going to have his tongue escape!
As I opened my eyes, I saw Greg's shadow in the moonlight as he was peering around rocks twenty feet away. I didn't care, between the water from my hair snaking down into my cunt and Miguel's wonderful licking, I was in rapture. I came, with a series of strong pulsations deep inside of me. Miguel then brought me to my knees in front of him, encouraging me to lick his cock to full life - which I eagerly did. But then I remembered the ear earrings. I took off one of my gold ear rings and slipped it around his semi erect cock before I began licking it. His tool quickly sprang to a ten inch glorious length as a began sucking his cock.
Miguel was telling me what wonderful ass and legs I had and he wanted me to repeat the show I gave him behind the bar. So I began wriggling my ass to the beat of my lip and tongue movement on his dick.
I guess the sight of my naked, wriggling ass was too much for Greg. I heard footsteps approaching and then Miguel quickly ordered me to get on all fours with my ass up in the air toward him. I was immediately met with Greg's hard-on which I began to tease with my tongue.
Meanwhile, Miguel slipped his ringed cock into my pussy. God, attempting to be a whore was too much for me to handle!
Fortunately, I concentrated on getting off Greg and he quickly came, dispatching his hot load into my mouth. I swallowed it with one big noisy gulp. He kissed and licked the remaining cum on my face and lips. Greg's naked body then stood up and staggered back to the boat.
Miguel had me all to himself again. With his dick still buried in my cunt, he grabbed the bottle of suntan oil and began to pour and rub the lotion over my wide ass. With one and then two well lubed fingers he took control of my ass hole.
He was slow and gentle and told me to dream of floating on the lake to relax my muscles. I was moaning and sighing to his fingering trusts of my brown ass.
Then Miguel came, shooting his jiz deep inside my pussy.
Because of the earring around his cock, he remained hard inside of me. It became even harder as he began fucking my swollen cunt again. He fingers were ever loosing my ass hole.
As his rough old hands glided over my naked, lotioned ass, he told me how he first craved my ass the time it wiggled away from the bar he was tending at the collage senior formal 4 years ago.
As soon as he had my ass well lubed and loosened , he removed his ringed cock from my cunt and gently but firmly pressed it deep inside my ass hole. With my butt high in the air and my head resting on the cushion ,this old, bastard lover gripped his hands around my waist to completely owned my brown ass for his pleasure.
From down deep, he would bring the tip of his cock back to expand my back door muscle and then slowly drive it back in again. He had me in a half dreamy state from my newly discovered rear end pleasure, and the enjoying the sight of moonlight on the water.
He stopped several times with his cock deep within me so he would not cum so soon. But as his trusts finally being more demanding, my breathes were becoming shorter and louder until his jiz shot inside of me.
I hated him! I was just an ass fucked whore to him, But I wanted his cock more then ever to keep loving my hole. I pleaded to his cock to keep going but He kept fucking my hole for only another minute, taking advantage of the extra lubrication his cock cum gave my rear end.
He finally dismounted and took me to the lake to wash up. When we got back to the boat , Linda was still passed out on the boat while Greg was swimming. We quickly dressed and headed back to the dock. The land around my town is high desert with mesquite trees and scrub bush but almost everyone has small ranches to enjoy near perfect isolation. Miguel has taken me to wonderful parties on big ranches owned by some of his mature, older friends. Sometimes I take off both ear rings. Border town Debbie
