"For heavens' sake Mexi," sighed Martin Williams, now exasperated. "All you do is take his hand, walk forward and do an outside turn before moving into him and going into the basic side-mambo. That is ALL YOU HAVE TO DO."
He was the choreographer for a group of salseros, or salsa dancers. Sometimes he wondered why he bothered with some of them, and right now one of them, a 20 year old half Cuban girl named Mexico Soto, was really starting to get on his nerves. She was beautiful, with golden skin and loose waves of dark brown hair but grey-blue eyes which contrasted completely with her Latin appearance. Right now she was wearing a turquoise vest bearing the words "SEXY AND I KNOW IT" in black glitter, and three quarter length black sweatpants with her dainty, one inch heel salsa shoes. She looked hot, but all Martin could think about was how much he'd like to smack her upside the head. She was normally one of the best dancers in the team, but one simple move seemed to have got the better of her. Her dance partner, a tall, handsome Polish guy named Radoslaw, was getting increasingly agitated every time she got it wrong, so eventually Martin gave up.
"Okay, we'll skip the middle part as everyone else seems to understand it, we'll move on to the stage jump now as we need to see if all the guys can catch their partners. Mexico, I'll practice the copa with you after everyone else is gone so you don't waste any more of Radoslaw's time." He knew he was harsh with her, but Mexico was known to run rings around people and he knew she needed it and she could take it.
During the next part of the rehearsal, Mexico danced perfectly. Her petite body flew off the stage and into Radoslaw's arms below with enough grace to challenge any bird, and she was one of the first to maintain the splits position in landing, and Martin began to feel bad about being so quick to snap at her. That soon changed.
After everyone had gone, Mexico and Martin were left alone in the dance hall. "Don't get it," she said flatly.
"Look, all you do is this. Watch me, this is your footwork," he said, demonstrating to her how it should be done. He then took her into a hold position and started from the first steps, leading her through to that part. She was doing perfectly, but as soon as she was meant to walk forward and spin around to face him, she walked into the back of him as she had done to Radoslaw. Martin stepped back in front of her.
"Let's just dance for a while," he suggested. "You might do better if it comes up spontaneously, so you're not thinking about it." She nodded, and he pressed a button on his laptop. The sound of Latin American music filled the room, and they danced. After a while, the song was far from over but the words of the music started to fade, there was only the drum beat, and they spun, round and round as if hypnotised, him turning gracefully, her with one arm around his waist dancing around him, her eyes never leaving his. She felt a stir in her groin and thoughts started to cross her mind that certainly didn't involve salsa. Suddenly he pulled her away and put her into the move that had given her so much trouble - and this time she had no choice but to do it, he grabbed her hand and pulled her firmly forward, turned her then stepped close into her. She smiled as she realised she'd done it, then her smile turned to a seductive, wistful look as she danced even closer to him, one of her legs now inbetween his and vice versa.
The song stopped but they didn't, and as they danced she pressed herself closer into him. Before long she felt a bulge rising in his tracksuit bottoms, and involuntarily let out a sigh. In one swift movement he picked her up, she wrapped her legs around him and they kissed wildly, moaning softly into each other's mouths through short, ragged breaths. He pushed her against the wall, with her legs still around him, and kissed her some more while grinding his rock-hard crotch against her pussy through their pants. She could feel every movement as if they were naked, she coldn't take any more. Breaking away from his kiss, she cried out "FUCK ME.." before devouring his lips again.
That was all the invitation he needed. He put her down and slipped one hand into her pants. He could feel that she was shaven, and soaking wet. He pulled down her pants and knelt in front of her. She ran her fingers through his fine, light reddish brown hair and pushed his face towards her crotch. In response, he grabbed her hips and buried his face between her legs, licking and sucking her clit hungrily, occasionally slipping his tongue inside her, making her throw her head back and moan loudly. Doing this had only made him harder, so he let her go and removed his own clothes. She dropped to her knees and took the pulsing head of his manhood into her mouth, suckling it lovingly while looking up into his eyes.
He pulled his little dancer up by her hair and smashed his lips against hers again, letting his cock rub her pussy, almost letting it slip inside. She shuddered with pleasure and lay on the floor, legs open wide.
"Take me," she begged. "I need you inside me right now, please just take me.."
So he took her. He lowered himself between her legs and kissed her again before driving his throbbing cock deep into her tight pussy. She let out a guttural scream and bucked her hips upwards into him. "Ohhhh fuck.." he cried as her pussy contracted around him.
"Don't stop," she whimpered, wrapping her legs around his skinny but muscular body. He had no intention of stopping. He gave her a few slow strokes before grabbing her hair and hammering her little cunt with his engorged dick. She let out loud, wavering moans and the occasional tear fell from her eyes as he fucked her better than she's ever been fucked before.
He started off slowly, but got faster as she got wetter and hornier. Each thrust sent a shock of pleasure through her hot little body and made her cries of pleasure that bit louder until she hit her first orgasm and screamed before biting his shoulder to stop herself. Her whole body convulsed as she groaned loudly and scratched his back. Her biting and scratching him made him even more turned on, and he kept slamming his cock into her, harder and harder every time, and within seconds she came again, and again, and again.
Mexico had never had a multiple orgasm before, and she wondered at that moment, as she lay on the floor trying to get her breath back, if it was possible to die of pleasure. As this thought crossed her mind, a load of cum splashed onto her face and lips. She gasped in surprise, and just as she did, the second jet erupted from the glistening cock head before her and went straight into her mouth. She happily swallowed it and smiled up at her choreographer.
He smiled back as he realised that as beautiful as she was, especially in the raunchy costumes she sometimes had to dance in, he had never seen her look as gorgeous as she did right then, with his cum splattered across her face, wiping the sweat from her brow and still shaking from the most amazing sex she'd ever had.
She of course, was smiling because her plan had worked perfectly.