She is too young to know what she is even asking for.
It is almost downright mean, but fuck, she is so goddamn sexy, and for some unknown reason, mentally very mature. Maybe he just tells himself that to justify all the sin that is about to take place.
Sexually, however, she is practically a child. Sure, she has been with a few older men. Even women, in fact. She is far more ambitious and in-tune with herself that even most 40-year-old women.
However, the naive nature might as well be shown in bright blinking lights when she says to him:
“There is no way a woman can cum six times. That is just ridiculous.”
“Poor little thing”, He thinks to himself.
She just challenged me and she didn’t even know it. “Might as well just tell me I am a liar”, even though he has witnessed it happen a thousand times now, for what feels like forever.
He knows immediately that there is only one way to make a believer out of her.
Only one way.
She just called his bluff. The problem for her is that he is holding a straight flush.
Nineteen years young, the black goddess named Joselynn happens to live a stone’s throw from his next week-long business adventure. A devout Marriott man, she can soon expect to know what the sheets taste like there.
All of every fantasy that he has ever had, she is a whole bit of sexy, all wrapped up into one tight little black bisexual hot-as-fuck package.
Just losing his mind at the prospect of her, yet simultaneously planning his next move. He has set forth a plan. He will enact it, and it will devastate her.
He tells himself, “Six orgasms? Fuck. I ain’t stopping until I hit double digits and she wets the bed.” She will have no idea what hit her. Little Miss Forever 21 just fucked with the bull and now she is going to get the horns.
He is already starting in with the foreplay. Soaking her panties, metaphorically sliding his hands down over her navel, under her lace, feeling the warmth of her beautiful pussy, and resting his palm right over her wetness.
He is just doing it with his words.
At this very moment, a young black woman is giggling inside, as her knees bend inward and her panties start to develop a little damp spot. A delicious little-wet spot. Clenching up in anticipation for the experience.
Sunday, he lands at the airport, in the morning. All of almost two full days to kill before he has to even see a client. Monday’s are always a waste of time at these events so his calendar is more than open. Checking in at the hotel and firing off a text message before he swipes the keycard.
She sees it and her stomach nearly drops out of her body.
“Fuck. I seriously can’t back out now. I mean, I even went shopping specifically for tonight. Plus, this fucking guy is sexy as shit and obviously knows how to please a woman.”
Thoughts rushing through her head a mile a minute. Lost in confusion, lust, passion, and nervousness, she finally pulls her shit together and responds to him: “Be there in an hour”, fired away from her iPhone.
Meanwhile, Mr. Cool Guy is nervous as hell too, but for totally different reasons. He isn’t intimidated by her. Well, kinda. But that is overshadowed by the fact that He feels guilty. “Dude, do you really fuck this girl? It’s totally irresponsible. What the fuck is wrong with you? You are going to wreck her and then leave, and then every guy after her is going to be a disappointment for a decade.”
“Ok, easy Mr. Ego. You ain’t that fucking spectacular. Just follow through with the plan and stop second-guessing yourself.”
The little angel and the little devil on his shoulders keep arguing and then a text message comes across with a picture of her ass.
“OK. It’s settled then. We move forward.”
His libido just made the decision for him.
A knock at room 641 is right on time. The most stunning black woman stands in front of a grown man and he suddenly feels like a teenager in a nanosecond. He invites her in, she accepts his offer for a drink, and they sit on the bed nervous as hell, making small talk that is no doubt awkward as hell.
He reminds himself just who the fuck he is.
He leans over and his lips touch a fucking goddess and immediately he is thrown into his safe mode, also known as his beast mode.
Pants tore off and he is fingering her and his game plan just then enters his head. “Orgasms, and lots of them”, he tells himself.
Her clit is the first casualty. Just then again she cums a second time, from the same source, and her eyes light up like a neon sign at the realization that they just got started. “This fucking guy wasn’t lying.”
Deep inside her and immediately he plays “come here, darling” right on her G spot and she is losing her fucking mind.
“That’s three, from my count”, he thinks to himself, as she bucks and shivers a new type of shiver.
Now it’s time to up the game, Kitten.
Face first into her pulsating wet pussy, where he knows he shines like Polaris.
Sucking that pretty clit over and over and over, she kicks, bucks, arches her back and moans, all while she is mentally getting fucking lost in the idea that she was wrong all along.
She had no fucking idea that this could happen to her body.
And he sees it in her eyes and it is like fuel to his fire.
She opens her eyes just long enough to look down and see a man with intense passion and ambition, with no signs of even slowing up, staring right the fuck back at her, with a sense of pride and angst behind him.
“Goddamn. Fuck!”, she says as she cums right when the eye contact is made.
Immediately he slams his hands down on her pelvis and doubles down until he eats the next cum cycle out of her, then another.
She is thoroughly wrecked at this point and he has hardly even broken a sweat.
Might as well give her pussy a break for a minute to let this whole thing sink in for his new little sex toy. “I wonder what the fuck is going through her head.”
“Take a breather,” he says. “Now I am going to fuck your little face.”
Now Mr. Passionate goes into Mr. I am going to Use you mode now.
Eyes rolling back as her gags and choking sounds are like Mozart to his ears.
Saliva in streams. The thick kind that you can only summon up from your gag reflex. Slobber just leaving puddles down the edge of the bed.
She chokes and gags like a good little girl and her throat feels amazing to him.
He immediately tosses her back, sits him on him, and pummels her cervix with the intention to make her cum the hardest orgasm yet.
He wants this one really fucking bad.
Bottoming out in her, over and over and over as hard as he, she cums and right as her legs begin to stop shaking, he spits on his hand and reaches around for her clit to make her burst like a supernova.
Done for. And he knows it.
Flipping her over after she hit what is an uncountable number now, He just pushes deep into her O spot and loves the sounds of her screams and moans.
Fucking her tight little pussy he knows his peak is imminent but just as he is about to unload inside her, her tight little pussy starts clenching up again, and it makes him so goddamn proud to see her peak one more time.
The icing on the cake for his ego.
Just then, he grabs her by the hair, pushes her down to the floor like a good little sub, and paints a beautiful contrast of his white cum over her melanin-rich beautiful skin.
“Goddamn you are so fucking sexy”, he says. He can’t hold in what he is thinking.
He sees how happy she is in this moment.
He recalls her telling him how she was going to rock his world. How she was going to make it good for him. How she was going to make it all about him.
The best part for him, however, is found in the orgasms of her.
He pulls her close. Towels her off and hands her a bottle of water.
They look at each other in total disbelief of what just happened. Both of their fantasies, fulfilled, beyond their wildest expectations.
No words seem fitting. Nothing else seems right but to just laugh and laugh about it.
So they do.