She nodded yes and her face lit up with joy. Her porcelain skin reflected the light from the fireplace accentuating all of her curves and highlighting her strong legs which drew him closer to her. The thought of having an adventure with him alone sounded amazing. “I don’t know how to surf or paddle board though. Will you teach me?” She said with a soft voice as she watched him descend in front of her on his knees. His hands traced her long smooth legs from the floor to her knees. “Mmmm,” she mewed to his touch. “It will be… hard… but with these….wonderful strong legs…. just stay loose and enjoy the ride”, he said. The low calm voice sent a chill down her spine, with his emphasis on hard, she wasn’t sure he was talking about surfing. His hand paused on her knee then circled the outside of her thighs and back down her calves.” Her body tingled with excitement. She loved his gentle caress. She was unclear if it was alcohol induced, but in that moment she decided to surrender to his every whim.
His strong hands wrapped about her toned calf. He slowly lifted her left leg from the back of her calf, uncrossing her legs and separating her thighs. She could feel the cold air against her wet hole. He positioned her foot to rest on the chaise next to her ass, her knee bent and her legs spreading further and further apart. To his satisfaction, he revealed her manicured straight black pubic hair framed her velvety wet labia. Her cunt was a rich pink color and like a bee, he was drawn to its sweet nectar.
As he moved forward she watched him with lust. The arm she was leaning on collapsed slightly so she was now leaning on her elbow. Her back arched allowing her B-cup breasts to form small wonderful mountains behind her thin white blouse. His hand moved up her legs pushing her pleated skirt back against her chest and then slid behind her to grab ahold of her round firm butt to hold her close to him. His wet tongue glided from the depths of her salty pussy up to her rosebud which was fully erect with excitement. His tongue lapped her clam rapidly as if the all-you-could-eat buffet was almost over. “Oh, yesssss. That feels soooo good,” she moaned. Charged by her obvious enjoyment, he spread her legs further apart, lusting to cram his tongue further up her twat.
His hot breath heated her hungry honey pot making her womanly nectar flow down the crack of her ass onto the couch. Like a bear, his long tongue curled all around her sex to collect all the sweets in her picnic basket. “Yes, ohh, like that..”
Sakura writhes around in pure pleasure opening herself up to him. Dave’s fingers unraveled the petals of her pink moist flower and slid several nimble fingers into her. “Mmmm,” she moaned, calling on him to do more. With his hand palm up he beckoned her to cum curling his finger expertly to pet the puffy flesh in the side of her where her g-spot lived. She purred like a kitten for her lover. “Oh yes. Uh, that feels amazing!” She moaned. The sensitivity she had from her prior sexual encounter mixed with Dave’s gentle touch drove her into ecstasy. She let her empty cup fall to the floor and grabbed a fist full of Dave’s curly brown luscious hair driving his nose into her clit as his tongue broadened out and licked her cunt clean in long broad strokes. She couldn’t take any more. “Aya, Aya, aiiiiii….Yessss!” Her floodgates burst open and she released a gushing torrent of liquid into him. Her legs shaking with satisfaction and narrowing down in Dave’s head. Like a hungry dog, he licked her clean.
She was so incredibly horney for him and yearned to be penetrated. She looked down at this amazing man with her wetness spread across his face and a broad smile.
From the other room, they could hear one of the groomsmen yell, “Hey where’s Dave? He has to tell you that story about the bachelor party!” Hearing his name alerted them that their time was short.
“We better get back to the party before they suspect anything. We will pick this back up later okay?” he said. Sakura pouted and pulled him into her for a long deep kiss. She held his hand as they left the room. Her heart was beaming. His cheek smelled like her salty nectar and he wore it proudly like cologne. “Just in case…”, he said and he quickly wrote down his number on her phone and gave it to her and they walked out together to join the other groomsmen.
Chris watched Sakura and Dave leave the room and rejoin the party together. He observed the notable change in their demeanor as she walked by his side attached to his arm. Chris was a military man and worked in the Navy to eventually become a lieutenant. He first met Dave in Japan a decade ago at a bar in Tokyo during one of his few days of leave. Unlike Chris, Dave never had to work a day in his life, even his current job if you can call it that was given to him because of his father’s connections. Dave was the son of an admiral and was able to travel, surf and experience all of the cities that Chris didn’t because he was too busy working. He hated the thought of Sakura getting wound up around his silver-spooned finger and then dropping for the next sun-kissed blonde he typically dated. She deserved better than that.
As soon as an opportunity became available he wanted to scuttle her away to make sure she knew what she was in for to protect her. As the night went on, in typical fashion Dave took center stage on another one of his long-winded stories. Sakura drifted away into the hallway, wandering looking for a bathroom and he saw his chance.
“Eh hem..” he said from behind her, startling her. “Are you lost?”
“Oh, uh, yeah I was looking for the little girl’s room.” She said meekly.
“Oh, it’s right this way, I needed to use it too, let me show you the way.” His dark black skin, broad imposing shoulders, and large muscular chest navigated around her in the hallway and led her down a labyrinth of doors until she saw the loo. “You go first,” he offered like a gentleman. She felt very safe with him.
As soon as she was done he opened the door. “Wait, before you leave can we chat for a second?” At 6’8” he towered over her by two feet looking down at her with intensity. For each step he moved forward she naturally moved backward until they were both in the bathroom. Then he closed the door behind her.
The hair on the back of her neck prickled up in fear. Had she misjudged the situation? Was she not safe after all? The tall dark figure put his large hands on her shoulder. “Look, I just wanted to let you know that you can do better than Dave. He is a good guy but is pretty flippant when it comes to the girls in his life. I just don’t want you to get hurt.” His kind words disarmed her and she immediately regretted thinking the worst of him. She looked up at his imposing figure and kind eyes and could see the compassion in his eyes. She came in for a huge hug. “Thank you.”
His strong muscular arms hugged her back. She could smell his manly musk as her temperature rose in his warm embrace. He had never been with a black man and the thought of it excites her unexpectedly. At her height, her hands wrapped around his tank top where she could feel valleys that separated his strong back muscles. Her hands trace down his muscles, down his narrow waist to the top of his thin track pants.
He followed her lead. His large black hands roamed her back like wild buffalo seeking greener pastures. His fingers gently traced her silky skin. Finding her backbone his thumbs took the valley down to the small bend of her back, his fingers sprawled forward gently massaging her stress away, migrating down past the top of her pleated skirt and finding their resting place holding her firm round butt. He stared at the mirror in front of him at this tiny Japanese woman he captured in his arms. Her firm large ass, her short pleated skirt womanly, her long slender legs. A naughty thought crossed his mind and his fingers slowly crept up her skirt to see what color panties she was wearing underneath.
Their embrace seems to last forever but in reality, was just a few minutes. She felt safe in his arms. It reminded her of their meet-cute in the tuxedo shop where his strong hand steadied her. With his hands on her ass, she decided she too was welcome to explore further letting her claws drag down from the middle of his waist, over the top of the tracksuit fabric to grab his rock-hard ass. She had never felt anything like it, so strong and thick it flexed as she explored. Her head nestled between his large pectoral muscles, his manly musk enveloping her senses like an aphrodisiac spreading warmth to her loins. She listened to his heart beating faster with excitement.
In the mirror, Chris stared intently at the hem of Sakura’s skirt which his fingers carefully lifted. Beneath the hem, he watched the space between her thighs get narrower until it exposed the bottom of her toned round ass and her bare glistening mound. He was pleasantly surprised to see she didn’t have any underwear. His cock lurched in excitement. His mind raced to one conclusion, she came here expecting to be with one… or all of us.
Sakura could feel the breeze of the cold room blow on her exposed wetness.
Against her chest stirred a massive bulge in Chris’ pants. The massive black anaconda felt alive, aiming down, snaking its way to her hips from the inside of his loose pants. It had to be as thick as a bat and almost a foot long. Her hand glided down his muscular chest, to the protruding base of his cock and followed the veiny rod to find its head.
His large hands cupped her tiny round ass from beneath her skirt, spreading her butt cheeks apart and releasing the smell of her now fresh and fragrant sex. She still yearned to be penetrated by Dave, not this man. And she feared she wouldn’t survive a piece of meat his size… again.
The thought of it made her sore, bruised, peach release more of her juices which saturated the space where her thighs touched. Almost as if it were luring the snake into her womanly gardens. She was frozen, unable to move. A part of her prayed he did not pull down his pants.
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