It was a Saturday night and we were getting ready to go to a party. My girlfriend, Rita was preening in front of the mirror, applying her finishing touches. I’d been ready to go for forty-five minutes.

“How do I look?” she asked, and of course there could be only one answer to that.

“Fabulous!” I said, “Drop-dead gorgeous. Good enough to eat!”

Rita is a good-looking girl, no one would argue that. She’s twenty-five years old, with a sleek athletic body, long auburn hair and baby blue eyes. We met at a mixer at our apartment complex and hit it off immediately and started dating. Before long we were spending our nights together in either her place or mine, so when my lease was up a few months later I gave up my apartment and moved in with her. That was about a year ago.

“Well, Handsome, you’ll have to wait until we get back home to do that,” she said with a wink.

My name is Adam. I will turn thirty in several months and I’m not real happy about it. It is the first “milestone” birthday I haven’t looked forward to. Sixteen, eighteen, twenty-one, twenty-five, those were okay, but thirty? Not so sure.

The party we were going to had Rita a little on edge. Personally, I’d rather not have even gone, but she needed my support as it was at the house of her new boss. She works as a social worker at the county health department and the new director, Eva, was throwing the party for the employees as a way to help her get to know everyone better and help everyone get to know her better. Eva has been described to me as a strong, attractive, forty-year-old, divorced black woman, who can be a tad intimidating at times. Rita seems to respect Eva quite a bit in the few short weeks she has been the new director.

As we drove to Eva’s house, Rita caught me up on who was who at her office. I’d met a few of them and she reminded me of those times so I wouldn’t appear awkward. I’m not the best at remembering names in social situations.

When we arrived at the house the party was in a full, mellow swing. The house was beautiful, located in an upscale neighborhood with large homes on large lots. The house had hardwood floors throughout, comfortable, fine furniture and a wide-open floor plan, ideal for entertaining. There was a black baby grand piano in the living area. The party was inside and out, and the backyard was subtly lighted with tiki torches, whose flames flickered and reflected off the water of a small kidney-shaped pool. Soft jazz music emanated from hidden speakers all around.

There was a bar set up by the pool so I got us a couple of drinks and soon we were in a group conversation with two other couples, two older colleagues of Rita’s and their husbands. As we talked we sipped our drinks and munched on seafood hors d’oeuvres, and occasionally Rita greeted other coworkers as they moved around.

Soon Rita and I wandered to the bar for fresh drinks and she gave me a sleek nod to her left.

“Hi, Eva,” Rita called to her supervisor, now just a few feet away.

“Oh, hello, Rita, so glad you could make it!” Eva said. Then they shared a soft hug and a kiss on the cheek.

The only way to describe Eva is to say she was stunning: Tall and thin, a pretty face and straight, shoulder-length black hair. A fine gold chain circled her neck and gold hoops hung from her earlobes, sparkling in contrast to her smooth dark flesh. She had a body that would turn heads.

She wore a thin, sleeveless, backless red party dress that went down to several inches above her knees. Her black coffee skin glowed in the muted light, her toned arms, shoulders and legs attracted eyes like flies, and her ample bosom reached out.

“And who is this handsome young man?” Eva said as we shook hands.

“This is my boyfriend, Adam,” Rita said and introduced us.

“Well, you sure have good taste in men,” Eva said, looking me straight in my eyes, then added, “And you, Adam, have good taste in women as well.”

I babbled something about how right she was.

“Have you met my son?” Eva said, and we both stared blankly. “This is my son, Daryl,” nodding to the young bartender.

We introduced ourselves as he mixed our drinks. Daryl was about 6'2", athletically built with a short, cool temple fade.

“He lives in the apartment above the garage so I recruited him to help out tonight. He’s a music major in college, and a damn good musician I must say, but he’s a pretty good mixologist too. If the drinks are weak, you let me know!” she said, and we all chuckled.

Eva made the rounds throughout the evening as good hosts should, and we spoke to her briefly a couple of other times. We complimented her on her beautiful home and décor and the backyard and pool. She said we should both come over and have a swim sometime.

After we said our goodbyes and were walking back to the car, Rita said, “Eva’s got a hell of a body on her, doesn’t she?”

I agreed, trying not to sound too enthusiastic. I said she looked great for being forty. Actually, she looked more like my age.

“Her son seems like a nice kid,” I said.

After most folks had left, Daryl had played a couple of numbers on the piano at the end of the evening, one classical piece and one rag, and he was equally proficient at both. We learned that he played cocktail piano at restaurants several evenings a week and also was the keyboardist in a very popular regional band.

“Yeah, and very talented too!” Rita added.

We were getting in the car when she said to hurry up, get us home. She said she was still good enough to eat.

It was obvious to all that the party had been a great success. The vibe was light and breezy and a good time had been had by all; it had accomplished its goal to get everyone comfortable with one another. It seemed to me that Rita had a strong and classy leader in Eva.

As soon as we were in the car and I turned on the ignition, Rita shoved her tongue deep into my mouth and we shared a long hard kiss.

“God, I’m horny,” she said. Her hand was between my legs and she massaged my cock to a speedy hardness.

I no sooner had the car on the road when she unzipped me and unleashed my hard love into the open air. Her head went down and she took my cock into her mouth. It was only a ten-minute drive to our place but we spent the whole time with my cock in her mouth and my eyes trying to stay on the road. My pelvis swung in a controlled and limited rhythm as I fucked her face as I drove. I groaned loudly when Rita sucked a healthy load of my cum out of me just as we pulled into the parking space for our apartment. Her head stayed down, my cock in her throat while ropes of my liquid love blasted into her.

“Hmmm, shrimp!” she said, and kissed me hard, transferring the last of my cum that she hadn’t swallowed into my mouth. “Let’s go inside,” she murmured in a breathy rasp. “I want to fuck.”

It had been a long time since Rita’d given me a blowjob in the car, but it had been a good one and we were both now brewing for a screwing. I didn’t know why, but somehow Eva’s party had served as an explosive aphrodisiac for both of us. We barely made it to the bedroom before we were naked and fucking, and I pounded her like a mallet and tenderized her meat throughout the night. Rita was not a quiet lover, and she shrieked louder than usual with each orgasm. I swallowed her cum as she had mine, and she offered me all of her, and I drilled her over and over until I’d sent every speck of my semen into her body.

When we woke in the morning we made slow gentle love. We both burned with soreness from our frictions of the night.

----

Eva’s party had been a smash success. Rita related to me almost daily about the positive atmosphere at her work, the renewed spirit of teamwork and optimism. Everyone was closer, and many began socializing more and more after work. Rita and Eva also developed a close working relationship.

Rita and a few of the people she worked with, including Eva, started meeting for drinks after work on Fridays. After a couple of weeks, Rita suggested I should come too, that it would be fun and a great way to kick off our weekend.

So I did. They met at a pub not far from our apartment. The place was called Bertha’s, and although it provided very little ambiance, it did offer cheap drinks and snacks and oldies on the jukebox.

When I got there eight or nine people were gathered around several tables that had been pushed together. I sat in the vacant chair next to Rita and gave her a kiss. I recognized the people from the party, and just as we finished being re-introduced I heard a familiar voice behind us.

“Well, I guess if somebody is going to take my seat, Rita, it may as well be this good looking young man!”

I turned to see Eva holding a tray with a pitcher of beer and a carafe of wine and glasses.

“Oh, I’m sorry Eva,” I mumbled and rose to my feet.

“Nice to see you again, Adam,” she said as she placed the tray on the table. “And please do sit down. I’m so glad you could join us.”

She crossed to the other side of the table and took another seat. It had been Casual Friday at their office and everyone was dressed comfortably. But despite the relaxed apparel, Eva still looked magnificent: Her hair had a fresh, sexy frizz to it and small gold studs decorated her earlobes. She wore tight black jeans and a sleeveless cream-colored blouse that highlighted her muscled shoulders and forearms, with the top two buttons open and showing her creamy cocoa skin. She took a seat across from me and I saw her give me a barely discernible little smile as her eyes lingered on mine before finally looking away. I wondered if anyone had noticed.

----

Over the next few weeks, we’d meet at the same place and I noticed that Eva became more and more informal around me and we had entered into a new comfort zone. Her eyes would burn into mine, and she’d give me her flirty little smile and touch me as she spoke to me, usually on the arm, but occasionally briefly on my knee or thigh.

One night we were lying in bed and Rita surprised me when she told me about a conversation she’d had with Eva. She said that they had stayed at work a few minutes later than usual finishing up some paperwork. They got into a personal conversation and Eva had confided in her.

“Eva had a dream about you,” Rita said.

“A dream?” I croaked. “About me?”

“Yes.”

“What kind of dream?”

“What kind of dream do you think?”

There was a deafening silence because I had no idea what to say.

“You were fucking.”

The awkward silence continued.

“Why would she tell you this?” I asked.

“I don’t know. She must want me to know for some reason,” Rita said with a squeak. “She said you were fucking her and you stuck it into her over and over but your cock kept slipping out of her and she got frustrated because she couldn’t reach a climax. So then she decided to suck your cock instead but the same thing kept happening, she’d get a little bit of it in her mouth and then open her mouth wider to take in more and your cock would just flop away from her. And her hair was in her face so she couldn’t see it clearly, and she tried to lick it but her tongue kept missing.”

“Damn,” I said. “I can’t believe she told you that. Did she tell you anything else?”

“She told me she woke up all sweaty and masturbated. And she asked me what I thought it all meant.”

“What did you tell her?”

“I left that one alone. She’s my boss, Adam. I told her to go look up Freud at the library.” She looked at me and asked, “Does that turn you on, another woman dreaming about you?”

She reached down and felt my semi-hard. She stroked me and I was at full staff in no time.

“I guess it does,” she said. “Me too.”

We kissed and she pulled me to her. My cock slid right into her and stayed there, it didn’t slip out, and we eased into rhythm. Gaining momentum, we fucked harder and deeper as we picked up speed. We both reached loud, intense orgasms but I have to admit my mind was elsewhere.

----

The following weekend, in addition to the Friday happy hour at Bertha’s, Rita and Eva had planned for us a Saturday night activity too. Daryl’s band was playing a local gig at the Elk’s Club, a big dance that was a semi-annual fundraiser for the scholarship fund.

I was going to skip the Friday get-together but Rita said no, and asked me to please show up. She said if I blew it off Eva would know that she had told me about her dream and she would then know I was uncomfortable and things would remain awkward going forward, including Saturday night. After all, this is my boss, she said. I knew she was right.

I showed up fashionably late at Bertha’s on Friday. Most of the crew was already into their partying cups. I poured myself a beer from one of the pitchers and soon a few of the folks headed home and the group was down to a handful. Eva sat across from me and again her eyes were lasers into mine. Her hair was up in a bun atop her head, fully exposing her slim, sexy cheeks. Soon we said goodbye to the stragglers and it was down to the three of us. With a wink, Rita said she had to hit the restroom and left us alone at the table.

Eva’s eyes were magnetic. I couldn’t look away.

“Did you hear about my dream?” she asked.

I played dumb. It didn’t work.

“Oh, come on, Adam,” she said. “You expect me to believe Rita didn’t tell you…”

“No, really, I don’t…”

“Bullshit!” she said forcefully, but with a smile. “That’s okay. But here’s the story: I dreamed about you. I did. A sex dream.”

I squirmed and tried to change the subject.

“Your hair,” I said. “You changed it.”

She leaned in close to me. “Do you like it?” she asked.

I told her I hadn’t yet seen her in a hairstyle that didn’t look good on her. She leaned in even closer.

“Good,” she said. “This way, my hair won’t get in your face when I’m on top!”

I looked into her eyes. It was stern, intense. She leaned in even closer and gave me her coy smile. She ran her tongue over her full, red lips.

That’s when Rita returned to our table.

----

The next night we all had a big round table at the Elks Club. There were a couple of older couples, several younger couples, Rita and me, and of course Eva. The beer was flowing and Daryl’s band was tight and funky. They played soul and R&B mostly from the '60s and '70s, all the cool Motown and Stax tunes that kept people on the dance floor. Rita and I danced a little, but mostly I just drank beer and listened. It was hard not to tap my feet when I wasn’t dancing.

We were dressed in jeans and comfortable shirts, but Eva again looked fine. She wore a blue three quarter-sleeve wrap dress that was tight on her big breasts and slim waist and it looked like it could easily unwrap at any moment. She was going for the earthy look, no makeup and no jewelry.

I hadn’t really said much to Eva, but during the first break she struck up a conversation.

“Adam, are you gonna dance with me or are you gonna blow me off all night?” she asked me with a smirk.

“I’m not blowing you off, Eva,” I said. “I’m just digging the music. It’s been too loud to talk much anyway. The band is good, though, aren’t they? And Daryl is killer on the keys and he really has the moves!”

“All right then Twinkle Toes, this next set, you and me are gonna do the Adam and Eva Boogie! I’m ready to shake my ass.”

She turned and glanced up at the bandstand. Rita and Daryl were standing in front of the stage talking.

“Ooh-wee,” she said with a wink, “Look at that, Is Daryl putting the moves on your lady? Or it the other way around? You better watch out Adam!”

Sure enough, early into the second set, Eva asked me to dance. I glanced at Rita and she smiled and said, “I’m not going to tell my boss she can’t dance with you!” and we all laughed. Eva grabbed my hand and pulled me onto the floor just as the band kicked into “Dance to the Music” by Sly. I noticed she dragged me all the way to the middle of the mob dancing, probably so we couldn’t be seen by anyone at our table.

I’m usually pretty shy dancing until I’m half drunk, but not Eva. She was grooving like it was the Soul Train Semi-Finals, moving her athletic body in perfect time and syncopation to the beat. I watched her titties flying around in that flimsy dress and her legs were moving and kicking and her hemline was riding up and down her caramel thighs.

Soon her thighs were taking turns slipping between my legs and bumping my groin and her hands were taking turns clutching my ass. Her knees also got into the act and would gently brush my balls at one particular part of the chorus.

The band segued into James Brown’s “Sex Machine” and that was all she wrote. Eva was staring into my eyes and her wet mouth and tongue were doing a dirty dance all their own while her hands and legs kept finding new ways to arouse me. My cock was now bulging in my Levi’s and I was sure everybody on the floor could see it. This chick had taken me to the edge in five minutes.

“I have to stop!” I said, pulling away.

She grabbed my hand but I pulled it away again and started walking toward the restrooms, and Eva followed me while asking me what was wrong. We reached the area back by the restrooms where it was quieter and there weren’t too many people around.

“What on Earth is the matter, Adam?” she asked, with a concerned look.

“I can’t dance with you,” I said, gazing in her eyes.

“You can’t dance with me? What does that mean? I thought we were doing fine. Why can’t you dance with me?”

“You know,” I said.

“I do? What do I know?”

“You gave me a fucking hard-on!”

“I gave you a hard-on?” she asked incredulously. “That’s what this is about? I gave you a fucking hard-on?” She broke into an exasperated smile. “That’s what I was trying to do, Adam! Jesus Christ, I’ve been trying to give you one for a month.”

“I’m sorry…”

She looked down at my bulge and then looked back into my eyes.

“It looks pretty good to me, Adam. And if it’s any consolation, you got me all wet, too.”

She put her hand behind my head and kissed me, her tongue wiggling into my mouth. After a few seconds, I started to pull away but she wrapped her arms around me and pulled us tight and our tongues meshed in a long kiss, finishing the dance that I was unable to. Our lips parted just as “Sex Machine” came to a climactic halt and the crowd burst into appreciative applause.

“If you only knew what you’re missing!” she said, then turned and walked into the ladies' room.

----

Later on back at the table, Eva asked me if she could borrow my cell phone. She wanted to check her messages and she had left her phone in her car. I gave her my phone and she left to go to the restroom area where it was quieter.

A few minutes later she returned, handed me my phone and said she had to be going. She gave no explanation, but assured us it was not an emergency but that she had to go. She said her goodbyes to all and was off. Rita and I continued to drink the draft beers and we danced a couple of slow songs.

During the final set, my cell phone vibrated with an incoming call. The display of the incoming number was not a contact I had stored in my phone, nor a number I recognized. NEWS AD, it said. That meant nothing to me so I ignored it. A voicemail soon appeared and I figured I would check that later.

Once we were home, Rita went into the bathroom and that gave me a chance to listen to my message. The voicemail put a chill in my spine and a rocket in my pocket:

“Hey Baby, its Eva. I enjoyed tonight, especially our dirty dancing. Honey, I hope I didn’t break anything down there or anything. I enjoyed our kissing even more, hope there’s a lot more of that. You have soft lips and a strong tongue, I like that. I thought about you all day. And you know what else? I put a butt plug in tonight that’s been slow-fucking my ass for the last five hours. I wish you were over here to pull it out of me. And I hope you don’t mind, but I saved my number into your phone. I had to disguise it just in case Rita goes snooping. I entered the contact as NEWS AD. That’s N-E-W-S-A-D. You know what that means? It stands for ‘Naughty Eva Wants to Suck Adam’s Dick! (PAUSE AND BREATHING) Are you hard yet? (PAUSE AND LIP SMACK) G’Night, Baby.

“Who called?” Rita asked, as she exited the bathroom and hopped into bed.

“Ah, just another sales pitch,” I said as I moved swiftly toward the bathroom while trying to hide the lumber in my pants.

----

A couple of mornings later, I was checking email and saw that Eva had sent me a video the night before. She was in her hot tub and the camera was mounted facing her straight on in a soft light. Her hair was cut shorter and streaky. She had gold hoops hanging from her ears and a short, thin gold chain on her neck that reflected the light in front of her cinnamon skin. She wore a white bikini that showed off her blackness with an animal sexiness that instantly kindled a fire down below.

“Hi, Adam,” she said. “How are you, Baby? I’m just relaxing here in the spa…only thing missing is you. You’d have your strong arms around me and your tongue in my mouth, and I’d have my hand between your legs…

“You like my hair?” she asked, her eyes big and dewy and staring right into the lens. “It’s a highlighted pixie. I hope you like it. I cut it for you. So my hair won’t get in my eyes when I’m sucking your cock!

“How about my swimsuit, do you like it? If you were here now you’d be taking it off of me, wouldn’t you? Yes indeed, you’d be here with your slippery fingers all over me and your big hard dick ready to fuck me in all my holes…”

She raised her right hand which held a silver dildo and ran her tongue along its ten-inch length. Then she raised her chin and placed the tip of the dildo to her lips and started taking it into her mouth, inch by inch, and then into her throat until most of it had disappeared.

“I pretend this is you,” she said, holding it up to the camera. “But I want the real thing.”

She ran the dildo south between her breasts under the bikini bra. Then she turned it left on top of her breast and pried the flimsy fabric back to briefly bare her luscious tit and large, pierced nipple with a gold hoop dangling. My mouth watered at the sight, but she quickly pulled the dildo back out and she again was covered.

“Sorry, Adam, but I have to go now. I’m all hot. There’s someplace else I need to stick this thing! Call me. I believe you have my number.”

Then she rose up out of the water and for the first time, I saw her slim, bare, hard-packed stomach and a small gold barbell hanging from her navel that was swaying to and fro as the video ended.

This lady was like a drug. It was seven-thirty a.m., I was having my morning coffee and I had a raging piece of hardwood in my shorts. I picked up my phone to call NEWS AD.

But I chickened out. It was too early to call, I told myself. I sent a short reply telling her how much I enjoyed her show, she’s a fucking knockout and I’m hard as rock. She replied immediately and suggested I come over so she could do something to relieve my pressure down below.

I couldn’t go over of course; I would feel too guilty. So I emailed Eva back and told her that as much as I was tempted and would love to come over there and chew the ring off of her luscious, pierced nipple, I just wouldn’t feel right screwing my girlfriend’s boss.

----

I thought about her a lot after that. I fantasized what it would be like to sink my white lightning into her black hole, and taste her flesh and her tongue in my mouth. Sex with Rita seemed to have become somewhat different too, less intense, I’m not sure if it was because it was sometimes rushed because she’d been working later hours, or whether I was distracted by her boss. I must admit that sometimes when Rita and I were mid-coitus, with eyes closed I would imagine that it was Dirty Eva I was ramming it into.

Over the next few weeks, I stayed away from Rita’s company get-togethers, just to avoid things getting too uncomfortable with Eva, even though we continued to trade emails and I’d get the occasional voice mail full of dirty talk and innuendo. Rita was working more evenings, which freed up more of my time, and I did spend some of that time on my cell phone with NEWS AD on the line, and often with a torrid erection. But I didn’t act upon our urges.

Then, before we knew it, my birthday was coming up. It was to fall on a Friday, and Rita asked me what I’d like to do to celebrate. I asked for nothing fancy, as is my nature, just a nice dinner at a nice restaurant. Rita said that it sounded fine to her and that she had a great idea.

Early in the week of my birthday, Rita told me her plan. She was to be working in the field on Friday afternoon so we should drive separately and meet at the restaurant, a newer establishment that had been getting rave reviews, right in the heart of downtown. We didn’t go downtown much anymore, so it sounded special, and the place she chose was in the best part of town, close all of to the best shops, hotels and restaurants. She asked me to meet her in the bar, and we would go from there.

On that Friday I arrived at the restaurant at around 5:30 and I parked my car and then found a seat at the end of the bar and ordered a beer. The place was starting to fill up with the after-work crowd but I ordered Rita a vodka tonic and managed to save her the seat beside me until she arrived about a quarter till six. She strode in the door and up to me and kissed me on the lips and took her seat beside me.

“Hello, Birthday Boy,” she said. “How’s your day been so far?”

“Fine,” I replied. “But it just got even better.”

We sipped our drinks and made small talk for a few minutes until right about six o’clock when Rita glanced over my shoulder toward the door and said, “Well, look who’s here!”

I spun around on my stool to see Eva striding toward us with a wide grin on her face. She came up to Rita and gave her a kiss, then turned and gave me one. I ordered her a drink and offered her my seat.

Eva looked fabulous. Her highlighted hair was accented by gold hoops in her ears, which made me think about the hoop hanging from her pierced nipple. I unconsciously lowered my eyes to her tits before I could catch myself. She wore a gray turtle neck sweater dress that draped her sexy shape and came down to several inches above her knees and her lean, creamy legs stretched down to the floor where skimpy thong sandals showcased her bright red toenails. I felt a tingle and thought briefly about what it would be like to suck the polish off one toe at a time.

“Happy Birthday, Adam!” she said enthusiastically. “Hope I’m not crashing your party.”

I must have had a surprised, puzzled look on my face, but I managed to mumble something.

“I hope you don’t mind my inviting Eva, Adam,” Rita said. “But I wanted to give you a special birthday present. I wanted to make your thirtieth birthday one to remember!”

I snuck a peek at Eva and her eyes were like saucers. What was Rita thinking?

“So I might as well go ahead and give you your gift right now,” she said. She started digging into her purse. “I hope I don’t screw myself out of a job here, but this gift is for both of you.”

She placed the ‘gift’ on the bar in front of us. It was a room key to the Marriott Hotel right next door.

I stared at Rita and tried not to look at Eva. The shock on my face must have been apparent because Rita looked me deep in the eyes and continued her presentation.

“It’s room 208 next door. It’s all paid for, plus whatever else you guys want, so please don’t waste it. I’ve taken care of dinner too, so eat a good meal, you will probably need the energy!”

“Rita…” I began, but she cut me off, her eyes volleying off of both of us.

“Look, Adam, I know you two want each other, so go for it. She dreams about you, for Christ’s sake! It’s your birthday so enjoy it. You two may already be doing it, I don’t know. But I do know that I don’t want to feel guilty about you not doing it because you feel guilty because of me! Make sense?”

I detected moistness in her eyes as she squeezed my hand and rose from her stool. She kissed me, the tip of her tongue lightly caressing the tip of mine, and then she kissed Eva on the mouth. She picked up her purse, leaned in close and said softly to us, “I’d love to be a fly on the wall!” and turned and walked away without looking back.

Neither of us spoke for a minute or so after we saw the bar door close behind Rita; we let the moment sink in. Finally, Eva broke the silence.

“So, are you still gonna blow me off?” she said.

That made us both laugh. Then she leaned her head close to mine and softly added, “Or maybe I can blow you!” We kissed.

Her tongue was immediately deep in my mouth and her hand found its way to my upper thigh and with her long fingers, she massaged the bottoms of my balls. She sucked my tongue briefly into her mouth before we broke our kiss.

“Let’s finish these drinks and go find room 208,” I said.

“Now you’re talking,” she said, taking a healthy swig of white wine.

She half stood up and started wriggling her butt, leaning against the barstool, then she stood up quickly with one hand holding the hemline of her dress and the other disappearing briefly before she sat back down. She raised her knees and I watched her pull her skimpy, red thong down off her long legs, and fold it neatly. She put it in my shirt pocket.

“Hold this for me,” she said. “I won’t be needing it.”

We quickly finished our drinks. Eva grabbed my hand and we walked out, and I’m pretty sure most everyone in that room had a good idea what we’d be up to next.

----

My hand clutched Eva’s tightly as we walked briskly to the hotel. We jumped into an empty elevator and when the doors closed she turned to face me and pressed her mouth to mine. She jabbed her tongue into my mouth and rubbed my cock through the fabric of my pants.

“Hard to believe we’re going to finally get our bodies together and it was Rita’s idea!” Eva said.

We deep-kissed again and my cock was like rock as she continued her handiwork.

“Did you know about this?” I asked.

“No idea. I thought we were just meeting for drinks,” she said. I sucked her lower lip into my mouth.

“You’re not still feeling guilty, are you?”

“No!” I moaned, as her hand vise-gripped my cock.

“Good,” she replied, “Because I’m wetter than a beaver in a flash flood. I hope you’re ready to skewer some dark meat.”

She plunged her tongue back into my mouth. When the elevator opened we were mid-kiss, and as we broke our embrace we saw an elderly couple standing there spellbound.

We tried not to laugh as we exited the elevator and they leered at us.

“Don’t tell anyone!” Eva rasped at them on our way past. “He’s my sister’s husband.”

We giggled as we veered toward room 208. We found it and the door had barely closed behind us and we were in a full-bodied embrace. Our tongues latched and our crotches clutched and I pressed her body hard up against the wall beside the queen bed and ground her into it.

She broke our kiss and started unbuttoning my shirt.

“I’ve wanted to fuck you for so long…” she said as my shirt came off.

“Me too,” I hissed, and I started to kiss her again but she bit me on my bare shoulder instead, and I winced. It was no love nip; it was more like a staple gun.

“Ouch,” I whimpered, “You want to hurt me now?”

“No,” she said and licked my neck. “I want to eat you. I want to taste you.” She softly teethed my other shoulder. “I want to drink you, and suck you.” She briefly sucked my earlobe into her mouth. “And screw you and lick you and blow you and feel your hard white cock…”

I was now turned up to ten by her warm breath on my face as she spit out her monologue. I knelt in front of her and pulled up the bottom of her dress and buried my face into her neatly trimmed snatch.

She almost screamed when I sunk my tongue deep into her slit and kneaded her clit with my upper lip. She grated her crotch into my face and I felt her long red nails digging into the back of my head as she pulled me tightly to her, gripping me in her love vise. Her fluids leaked out of her onto my face and down my chin and into my mouth and for the first time I tasted Eva’s dirty spice.

I stayed in that position for a long time, drinking her in, eating her out and getting her off. With her nails gouging my scalp, I took one of her buttocks in each hand and squeezed them like ripe oranges, trying to extract more of her juice. I slipped my fingertips into the crack of her ass and spread her and my index finger found her asshole and entered.

“Ooh Baby, yes that’s it,” Eva groaned, “My booty is yours!”

She grunted loudly when I pushed my finger deep into her asshole. I felt her hot friction and jammed my tongue so much farther into her pussy, reaching for my finger, that I thought I’d get a cramp in my neck.

I kept tongue- and finger-fucking her in fiery unison as she ground her mound into my face and plowed me with her nails. My cock was a stretched, aching brick in my pants. She shrieked loudly when she came, her body vibrating savagely, and her cunt hosed me with her pent-up cum, showering my face, dripping down my neck, and sprinkling the carpet.

When her body had stopped its pulsations she pulled my head upward so I was standing in front of her. She started unbuckling my belt.

“Fuck me,” she croaked. “Fuck me hard.”

She yanked at my zipper and pushed downward and my pants and boxers dropped to my ankles. She grabbed my cock and yanked it toward her hungry crack. She raised her left leg and put her foot on the end table, spreading herself open for me.

“Put this big fat cock inside me,” she ordered and guided me into her.

I slipped my hands under her dress and she yelped when I again rammed my finger up her ass. Her fingernails were now digging into my bare back and she swung her groin into me as I pounded her and she squeezed my swollen meat with her athletic cunt. I slammed her as hard as I could and with each savage swing, the framed pictures rattled on the walls.

I fed my cock into her like I was trying to fuck all the way through her and come out the other side. My finger also fucked her in perfect rhythm, knuckle-deep in her butt. And my tongue fucked her mouth, Eva’s muscular mouth sucking it in, synced with finger and cock. We grunted and groaned with every push. My back felt like a pin cushion for Eva’s nails and my dick ached with a dull, bloated pain as I neared my release. When I knew I was close I pried my tongue out of her vacuum mouth.

“I’m going to come,” I squawked, to let her know my sperm was on its way.

“Give it to me!” she barked, and then I felt her teeth on the base of my neck. She sucked my flesh into her mouth and dug her nails deeper into my flesh.

The rush of my semen rose through my shaft, and then out of me and into Eva, and I thrust into her with each spurt and felt the tight clench of her trained muscles on my finger and cock. Our bodies quaked together through the storm until I was empty, and I was down to dry, involuntary spasms while Eva’s talented muffin kept trying to squeeze out a few more drops of butter.

Fully drained, my body resting against hers, I kissed Eva’s mouth, a long slow kiss. Our tongues slow-danced in what felt like a single mouth, and her muscles down below kept squeezing me. Then her body began to shake and at once our kiss went from plush to primitive. She fiercely sucked my tongue back deep into her mouth and I felt her nails again digging for gold on my back and neck. Then I felt her cum gushing out of her, smearing my cock and balls and running down my leg. I held her as her body shivered and shook and released, all of her holes filled, and it was only after all of her throes subsided that she gave me back my tongue and I pulled my finger and cock out of her.

I was thinking, shit, this is the first time I’ve ever even been with this chocolate fox and she’s already had two ferocious orgasms before she even took off her dress!

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It wasn’t until after we’d unhooked our bodies and taken a look around the room that we noticed the care Rita had gone to with our gift. There was imported beer and champagne on ice and bottled water. There was a tray with toothbrushes, toothpaste, a package of rubbers, and a couple of flavored lubes. There was my iPod and two small speakers. She knew I loved my music. There were also two robes: a white terry cloth one for me, and a sheer, short skimpy one for Eva.

“Should we put these on?” Eva asked, pointing at the robes.

“Maybe later,” I answered. I was seated on the bed removing my pants and shoes and socks. “First I want to watch you take off your dress so we can be naked together.”

“Yeah, I guess I should. It’s got cum all over it.”

She turned away as she pulled the dress over her head in one swoop. I watched her fine ass and strong back emerge and she hung the dress in the closet. Off came her bra, which was skimpy and the same brown shade as her skin. Then she went to the tray and picked up the pack of condoms.

“Too late for these,” she said and tossed the package in the trashcan. She picked up the iPod. “What’s the deal with this?”

“It’s mine,” I said. “I guess Rita thought we might like some music.”

“So, what you got on that thing, white boy rock and roll?”

“Some. Mostly jazz and blues and soul.”

“Cool. You got any Otis?”

“Redding? Does a wild bear shit in the woods?” She laughed. I got up and cued some tunes.

She squeaked as I yanked her down onto the bed and wrapped my arms around her and soon we were again into a long, deep kiss.

She looked remarkable and red-hot. Thin face with those sexy lips. The hoops in her ears a flashy complement to her charcoal skin, and a perfect match to the hoops in her wide nipples on her firm tits. Her washboard stomach, her concave navel filled with gold, those long, lean legs, and of course that glorious twat.

We were lying there, Eva’s head on my chest, taking a breather and enjoying the moment. Eva broke our quietude.

“Wow,” she said.

I asked what she meant.

“I haven’t fucked like that in years.”

“I know what you mean,” I replied.

“Is it like that when you fuck Rita?” she asked.

“Not lately.”

“You fuck like a monster.”

“Shit, what about you? My body looks like I was attacked by a mountain lion.”

She kissed my chest and licked my nipples. I ran my fingers over her back. She stopped licking and looked up at me.

“I like the way you eat pussy. I’d like some more of that.”

“Oh, I think that could be arranged,” I said.

She went back to her kissing and licking and she slowly worked her way southward over my chest and stomach. I felt her hand gently wrap around my nuts, massaging, and I re-hardened as she took her time. She kissed my cock and licked its length, then I felt her finger ease into my ass as she took me into her hungry mouth. I put my hand on the back of her head and craned my groin to push my cock into her as she sucked me in. Her mouth was magic on my manhood, and both soon were doing a sexy samba before my eyes, a steady up-and-down motion that, in concert with her long finger probing my asshole, deeper and harder and faster with every other thrust. Soon I was throwing my weight into it, fucking her between the lips, holding her head so I could get all of it, and I felt like I was going to shit with the reaming my ass was taking.

Minute to minute, push to shove, I was getting closer and Eva knew it. She tightened her grip and sucked me with a cushioned madness and I grunted with each pelvic plunge with my hands hard on her scalp and her hair tickling between my fingers. Soon I felt it coming. I bucked like a batshit zebra when I unloaded, and with my grip on her head, I yelled when I felt her teeth on my cock and her fingernail dredge the deepest trench of my ass.

I came in spurts and I thought I heard Eva gag, so I removed my hands from her head. But she stayed down, backing off only halfway as I finished my ejaculations, taking all of it into her mouth. She then rose up to face me and parted her lips, showing me her mouthful of cum. She oozed my cum out of her mouth and dripped it all over my chest. She was smiling as she put her lips to mine and slipped her tongue into my mouth; we shared a deep, slimy kiss. She grinned as she lowered her lips to my chest and began slurping up my cum, licking me clean and swallowing every droplet.

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“Damn, your cum makes me hungry!” Eva said.

We were sitting at the table in our robes snacking on some appetizers we’d ordered from room service.

“And seafood makes me horny!” she added as she sucked on a shrimp.

“Uh oh, I’m in trouble now,” I said, thinking of the flesh wounds on my head and neck and back. “I think my dick might be broken!”

“My poor tender petal. Well, I guess I’m going to have to go easy on you, huh?” she said, and I felt her foot rub me between my thighs.

“Don’t you dare!” I said.

I took her foot in my hands and slid my chair to the side. I raised her foot and sucked her big toe into my mouth. I felt her other foot go under my robe to massage my crotch. One by one I sucked her toes, first one foot and then the other, and inch by inch, my cock grew into a steel driveshaft. I licked the arch of one foot as her other foot tried to jerk me off.

When I put her foot down I scooted closer and leaned to kiss her. As our mouths meshed I opened her robe and pushed it over her shoulders.

“Lie on the bed,” I said, and she slipped all the way out of her robe and lay down. I tossed my robe aside and we were both again naked.

I scooped a couple of ice cubes out of the bucket with my hand and took my place beside her. We kissed again and our tongues and lips lingered.

“You’re so fucking hot!” I said. “I gotta cool you down.”

I gently rubbed the ice cubes along her forehead, cheeks and neck. Then down to her shoulders and chest and finally her fine tits. I circled her large nipples with the ice over and over as she watched and quietly sighed, and her nipples enlarged and hardened into rocks. Once I knew that they were as big and hard as they could get I tossed the ice aside and took her right nipple into my mouth.

She moaned loudly. “Ooh, bite me, Baby. Suck me!”

As I chewed on her nipple, I put my cool, wet hand to her hot, wet snatch and she grabbed my hand with both of hers and shoved it into her. She grabbed and bunched my fingers and tried to shove all of them in and her groin writhed.

I sucked and nibbled and Eva moaned and talked to me, sometimes dirty, sometimes instructive.

“God, you can suck some tit!” she groaned. “Give me teeth, damn it!” I did. “Harder!” she barked. I did. “No, harder!” And so it went.

I know I sucked those nipples for twenty minutes and meanwhile down below my fingers did the walking, one by one, into her soggy cunt. Two fingers worked around inside her, then three, and eventually four.

“Jesus Christ!” Eva hissed, “stretch me, Baby! Stretch my pussy! Put your whole hand in! Fuck me with your fist!”

Now I had heard about fisting before but had never ever tried it and I’m not even sure I believed it could be done. But Eva made a believer out of me.

I gradually worked my thumb into her and before long there I was, buried up to the wrist. Eva moaned like a hog-tied calf, and with her hands clutching my forearm, ground herself into me. I was afraid to kiss her because I thought she might bite my lip off, so I just kept sucking and chewing and twisting her nipple rings with my teeth. Her long, pliable body twirled and turned as she fucked my fist, and she hissed and cursed until I felt her warm rush seep and surround my hand and leak out onto my wrist and down my arm. She fucked me slower and slower and murmured softer and softer as she released.

I felt her pussy squeezing my fist and we smiled at each other.“Is that my cue to remove my hand?” I asked.

“Right now, I don’t care if you ever take it out,” she said.

I figured enough time had passed so I could kiss her without losing half a tongue. We kissed a long and sizzling kiss and I glided my hand out of her on a slick of her cum.

“God, I’ve never felt so fucked!” Eva said. “Remember that get-acquainted party at my house when we first met?” I nodded. “I knew that night that I wanted to fuck you.”

“Really?”

“Yep. I know it’s weird, but I did. I knew it was wrong, wanting to fuck Rita’s man, but I did. You looked fine, then I had that crazy dream, and I wanted it to happen. But you were playing hard-to-get and I didn’t think that it would. But then Rita ends up fixing us up!”

“I know. That was a surprise,” I said.

“What’s it going to be like with you and her, now?”

“I have no idea,” I replied.

She looked me dead in the eye and brushed her long fingers through my hair.

“Well, I hope you don’t have any crazy idea that we’re going to be one and done,” she said.

Since my dick was hard again, I didn’t have any crazy idea like that.