Curiosity Killed the Pussy

It was only when his hands were already on my butt, that I realized he had moved them. I felt him giving me a soft little squeeze before his hands slid back up to my hips. I guess cupping a little feel wasn't that bad, right? Or was I justifying things and should I tell him off? I hadn't quite decided yet, when my attention was drawn to his hands as they went down the outside of my thighs, then sliding back up... slipping under my dress. I should definitely say something about that. Before I could speak, or even think of what to say for that matter, each hand was cupping a bare buttcheek, full on groping me now. My breathing faltered a little, why was I letting him do this? And why did it feel kinda nice?

Then his hands started moving up again, if anyone had been behind me watching, they would've gotten a full view of my rear end as the circle skirt of my dress got flipped up for a moment. His hands went to my sides, then up to my back, gliding over my shoulders and back down my arms. He took my hands in his and lifted one of them above my head, deftly guiding me into a slow pirouette. I ended up with my back to him, and saw myself reflected in the full body mirror in the corner of the room.

I barely recognised myself. If not for the dress I was wearing, I could've sworn it was some other girl. Her face was flushed, framed by slightly wilder hair than mine. Her mouth was slightly agape, and there was something about her eyes that made them look... almost fiery, as if two little flames were flickering behind them.

Just to check, I lifted a hand to my stomach, but it really was me. My reflection mimicked the movement perfectly, which also meant those two big dark hands were on my thighs, half on the bottom edge of my dress, half on my skin.

I watched as he playfully lifted each side of the skirt of my dress, making it look as if I was the one giving a striptease. He was getting dangerously close to exposing my panties. Only when I saw a glimpse of dark brown hair in the mirror, did I remember I wasn't wearing any anymore. On instinct, my hand darted down to cover myself.

"I... I'm n... not... p... presentable...", I managed to stutter out, sounding a little panicked. Unlike a lot of women nowadays, I didn't have the habit of keeping it shaven smooth down there. It made me feel more like a proper woman, but at the same time, I was also a little self-conscious about it. Even though I kept it somewhat trimmed, I knew most men didn't like hair down there, or didn't mind at best. That wasn't a problem with Alex, but right now I was in uncharted territory, making the old insecurity resurface.

"I doubt you have anything to be shy about cutiepie, on the contrary, if what I'm hoping for is true" He whispered in my ear, craning his head down and pressing his lips to my neck, sending a little shiver down my spine. My eyes closed on their own as I let out a soft sigh, darn him for finding one of my weak spots.

The lack of vision made me hyper-aware of his fingertips, having found their way under my dress again, caressing the crease between my thighs and hips. One weak spot already made it hard enough to think, but now two? Normally I should be in a giggle fit from ticklishness, but the fact that I wasn't, meant only one thing. I was... horny.

His deep, soft murmur broke my reverie.

"I'd be honored to be the second man to see you, all of you." His words gave me pause, surprised, I looked up at him.

"Your friend may have told me a thing or two about you, cutiepie," he explained, "but if i'm being honest, I wanna know a lot more."

As he spoke, he took a small step sideways and let one of his hands move to my back, unzipping the back of my dress. The dress didn't really allow for a bra, so his finger had free reign to trace up and down along my spine. He was getting to me...

With a pang of guilt, I lifted my arms out above my head, arching my back a little, much like a stretching cat. My dress was raised, passing up and over my head, and then I was naked. As an engaged woman, I knew full well I shouldn't, but I wanted to be naked for him.

And I wanted him to be naked too.

I leaned back against him, my skin now touching his, and watched in the mirror as my hand snaked down his side, letting my thumb hook under the string holding the piece of cloth in place. It looked even smaller than before, straining to hold back what lay underneath. Holding my breath, I slowly pulled down that side. One of his hands on my side disappeared, and soon the piece of cloth was lowering symmetrically. The base of his shaft came into view in the mirror, it took a while before the little undergarment finally got past his tip, letting his cock spring out a little, not fully hard, but definitely half-mast.

It was gorgeous, in an obscene sort of way. It was big, really big. Again that guilty feeling cropped up in the back of my mind as I couldn't help but compare him to Alex. My fiancé wasn't small by any means, even a bit above average if my research was to be believed, but this man... Bea had been telling the truth all along, from her descriptions, it seemed like this guy was just as big as her black guy, maybe even a bit bigger. It was a little scary, thinking of how that huge thing could even fit in a woman... in me... No! No... not in me...

I felt the urge to touch him, to peel back his foreskin and expose his tip, I wanted to see all of it. Mesmerized by the spectacular view in the mirror, I wondered aloud, "How much touching is usually allowed during a private dance?"

My breathing faltered as his hand slid down from my hip, his fingertips brushing through my pubes. I guess that was my answer... I tried to fight the urge, but to little avail, parting my legs for a moment, letting him slip down a bit further, his big hand now cupping my sex. My own hand inched its way over his freshly shaven pubic area, lightly wrapping around the thick shaft as I let it move down his impressive length. It reacted immediately, twitching and swelling in my hand, lifting up a bit more and making my hand look even smaller than it already did. Just before reaching the hidden tip, I gently squeezed, and pulled back up, watching the mirror intently as his dark head came into view. His hand was subtly moving too, his fingertips gently tracing my outer lips. Then his fingers suddenly parted, my lips following along with an audible smack as they opened up. I couldn't keep my cheeks from turning beet red again at the lewd sounds coming from between my legs, it had gotten a whole lot wetter down there than I had realized. It didn't escape me what my body was trying to do, preparing for something that big was gonna take a lot... no... I can't give into that thought, I shouldn't even finish it... think of Alex... your fiancé, remember?

"I... I shouldn't be letting you do this...", was all I managed to mutter. Really? Great job telling him to stop girl, so convincing...

"It's hard not to when a gorgeous woman is stroking me", his low voice whispered in my ear.

I needed to find this woman that was disturbing my lovely stripper. Wait... was I... Before I could check, my eyes closed on their own when a finger easily slipped inside me. It felt like it just kept going, pushing deeper and deeper. God if this is what his finger already felt like... Focus damnit! I couldn't stop the little contractions as his finger pulled back, my hips following his hand, as if they were trying to keep it from leaving. When I managed to wrench my eyes open again, I saw my own hand moving up and down his shaft. I was indeed stroking him, and not all that slow to be honest. When his finger left my pussy, I could clearly see how it was glistening, even in the dim light. He was rock hard now, and I felt a bit of pride well up inside me. That big thing got so big for me... it was quite literally the biggest compliment I had ever gotten. But it really had to stop here.

I slowed my hand down, and somewhat reluctantly let go of his manhood, half turning to him. "I shouldn't- Eep!"

Getting caught off guard, I let out a surprised squeak, suddenly moving towards the bed, though not because of my own feet, as they weren't even touching the ground anymore. His big hands kept me from falling, making it seem as if I was floating down onto the bed. He ended up hovering over me as he gently laid me down on my back.

"You're right cutiepie, I should be the one spoiling you, not the other way around."

As if my heart wasn't racing fast enough, he went for my neck again, starting a trail of kisses as he slowly moved down. His hands cupped my breasts, enveloping them with ease. His mouth soon reached a nipple, letting his tongue swirl around a couple times, before sucking on it and letting go with a small pop. A moment later, my other nipple got the same treatment, leaving me squirming underneath this big black man. I lost track of where my hands were as his trail of kisses continued down to my belly button, when it dawned on me where he was heading. To be honest, he couldn't get there fast enough, so I invitingly opened up my legs for him, hoping he'd get the hint. In the back of my mind I vaguely remember something about a guy called Alex, but I was enjoying being spoiled too much to really pay attention to that.

I looked down, greeting by the sight of his head between my legs, kissing up my thighs until his lips reached my pubes. My hips wantonly pushed up on their own both times he got close, but I wasn't really trying to stop them anymore. He nuzzled my fluffy mound, the fact he seemed to like my hair only made my arousal grow, but instead of moving down like he really needed to, he pulled back a little, his face hovering above my more than ready pussy.

"Does somebody want me to lick her?" He asked with a cheeky smile on his face.

"Yeess~," I almost hissed. It was only when I spoke that I noticed I'd been panting. "I'm so close already."

"Mhm, I love the way you're offering your pretty bush to me, so despra-"

I reached down and pulled on his neck, silencing him mid-sentence with a mouth full of pussy. When did I get so assertive? He didn't tease anymore though, letting me feel his tongue slip in me as deep as it could. My body was no longer in my control, twitching, bucking and contracting with every twist and turn of his tongue. Something big was building rapidly in my lower stomach. I hadn't lied about being close, I'd always been sensitive all over, and that included my clit. It only took a few targeted licks of his tongue, and the heavy bubble inside my loins popped. My mind went blank and my senses were overwhelmed, this was a big one. All I could do was ride out the waves, and for a few moments, I was made of pure, physical pleasure.

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It took me a while to remember I was in the guest room... on the bed... naked...

I looked aside, and was met with a wall of ebony skin. His smile looked a little smug, but it was kinda deserved. As if not to startle me in my dazed state, he softly spoke, "Has anyone ever told you how gorgeous you look when you cum?"

I couldn't help but smile and blush, my legs shifting on their own. He knew how to bring out my lustful side, but he definitely had good aim when it came to my shy side as well.

"Well, now someone has", I answered coyly, gathering my courage and adding, "This has been amazing though."

"Has been?", he shot back with a playfully cocked eyebrow.

I giggled, but it soon faded as it dawned on me he wasn't done with me yet. He shifted his body, towering over me. I felt small and vulnerable, yet safe and wanted as well. As if it was the most natural thing in the world, he easily slipped between my legs. It felt like they had a will of their own as they eagerly wrapped around him. He leaned down and his lips met mine, starting out as an almost chaste kiss. Then another, and another... Soon we were making out like two lovers that had been separated for ages. I hadn't ever kissed right after being eaten out before, and could taste the difference, but I didn't really care.

My hips joined my legs in their rebellion against me, rolling back and forth against something heavy resting on my mound. Apparently my body had decided to rub myself against his shaft, and he responded in kind, gyrating his hips suggestively. Our rhythms were a bit off though, and I felt the weight slipping off. As our motions continued, the tip of his cock now moved up and down my slit, pushing my folds open a little. I once again found myself blushing at the rather loud, squishy wet noises coming from down there. His movement slowed and he leaned forward a little, barely noticeable, aside from the slowly mounting pressure I felt at my entrance. I inhaled sharply as my pussy gave way far too easily, arching my back at the sudden invasion. I felt a heartbeat inside me, but it wasn't mine. As he pulled back a little, I realized it was his cockhead, throbbing like clockwork. Then he pushed in again, slipping a little deeper this time, and it dawned on me that he was bare. Panic started to set it, mixed with unbridled lust. The combination was confusing, and rather overwhelming. Somehow, I managed to find the strength to move, putting my hands on his hips in an attempt to hold him back.

"W... wait, I... I'm not on anything" I blurted out. He looked a little confused at first, but then his eyes widened and he quickly pulled back, a mewl escaping from my lips as I clearly felt the outspoken ridge of his head slipping out of me with a soft pop. I looked down and saw his cockhead resting on my mound again, nestled in my pubes. It was glistening now, coated in my own juices. The sight made me feel oddly proud, though I didn't quite understand why.

"Damn, sorry cutiepie, your friend said I didn't need to bother with a condom. I should've asked..." He said with a worried look, but honestly I didn't blame him. In a reassuring gesture, I put my hand on his upper arm and tripped over my words a little as I said, "s'Okay... she uhm... she doesn't know my fiancé and I are... trying."

The almost familiar weight briefly lifted from my mound as his cock twitched, landing on my patch of fur as it came back down.

"How dangerous is the timing today?"

I'd only been off the pill for a little over a month and we hadn't really started keeping track yet, so I quickly counted the days in my head, coming to a rather dreadful conclusion.

"Oh... uhm... it's... pretty much one of the most dangerous days...", I told him.

My attention was drawn downwards when his cock twitched again. Looking back up, I hesitantly added, "Are you... turned on by that?"

His lips curled up in a cheeky smile, like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

"Can't help it, cutiepie, you keep getting sexier and sexier the more time I spend with you."

This time it was my body that reacted, which genuinely took me by surprise, though I was glad that the little contraction wasn't as obvious as a twitching cock.

He hopped off the bed and went to his boombox, opening up a cassette compartment and pulling out a condom, which admittedly was a pretty clever hiding spot. Left on my own on the bed, I tried to regain some control over my thoughts, but found I couldn't keep my eyes off him. I sat up and watched him roll the condom down his cock, slightly surprised they made those in his size.

"It's beautiful... " I murmured, slapping my hand in front of my mouth. I hadn't meant to say that out loud, but apparently the thought had slipped out before I could stop myself. So much for getting a hold of myself.

"Hm? What's beautiful?" he asked, looking back up at me, standing there with his cock jutting out from his body, slightly bending down under its own weight.

"Oh uhm... your uhm... you know..." I mumbled back, feeling my face turning redder with every stuttered syllable.

"Go ahead cutiepie, you can say it."

I took a deep breath and tried my best to muster all my courage.

"Your cock... I... I really like your cock, it's... kinda beautiful."

"Well thank you cutiepie," he said with a wide grin, "it likes you a lot too."

Something about how he said that emboldened me, blurting out, "I love how big it's gotten for me."

"I know I said tonight was all about spoiling you, but, if i'm being honest, I really need to be in you right now."

He didn't want to, he needed to... how was I supposed to deny him? I kept watching him as he walked back over to the bed, his cock swaying with every step. His knee barely touched the bed before I was clambering onto him. We were a tangled mess of limbs for a moment, ending up with me on top of him, straddling his legs. His cock lay across his stomach, right in front of my bush, and my hand was drawn to it like a moth to a flame. I found myself wishing I had touched him more before he put the condom on as my hand wrapped around his shaft. Lifting it up, I pressed it against myself, measuring him up to see how deep he'd go. The tip lined up with my belly button. Yikes...

"I uhm... I don't know if... if it's all gonna fit", I admitted gingerly.

"Take it slow cutiepie, you might surprise yourself."

As daunting as his size seemed, I kinda hoped he was right. I pushed myself up, letting my hand steady him as his big cock lined up with my entrance. I still couldn't believe I was really doing this, but... I really wanted to. No... I had to, just like him. I slowly lowered myself onto him, and felt my lips opening up to let him in. As I slid down, my lips kept getting pushed open wider and wider. I was beginning to fear he was in fact too big, when the stretching finally stopped. Taking a moment to catch my breath, I moved up a little, then pushed down further again. Not long after, I realized he was going deeper than anything I'd ever felt. He felt amazing, but his girth made it somewhat overwhelming. I tried to push back up, but my legs failed me. Even trying to brace myself with my hands didn't manage to stop his cock from pushing deeper still. I let out a shuddering breath as gravity took over and for a moment, it felt like there was no end to his length. All I could do was groan as I slipped further and further down, until my hips finally met his.

As I slowly got used to it, I felt a little proud. I was really starting to like how full he made me feel. "You okay there, cutiepie?" he almost whispered.

I nodded, hoarsely croaking out "Yeah... So okay~."

I bit my lip and puffed my chest out, reveling in the pride and pleasure I was feeling, just from having him all the way inside me. It got even better as his hands snaked up my body, finding their way to my tits, kneading them to his heart's content. My hips started rocking back and forth, rubbing my clit in just the right way. God, I could cum from this... and it wouldn't even take all that long. It was tempting, but I still slowed down, leaning forward and putting my hands on his chest.

"I wanna make you cum", I confessed to him. He rolled his hips in response, making me gasp as his head pushed up against my cervix. It was a new sensation, teetering on the edge of uncomfortableness, but the pleasure still won out. Even though my legs felt like lead, I pushed up, propping myself up on my arms, feeling an intense shiver shoot up my back as I plunged back down. This was gonna be difficult to keep up, but I was on a mission now. His pleasurable little groans spurred me on, and soon found a rhythm, bouncing on that delicious black rod.

I tried to ignore my screaming muscles, but my pace was starting to slow down. It was hard to think of a solution with his beautiful cock slipping deep in me over and over. Slowing down was not allowed though, I needed to make him at least feel an inkling of the pleasure he was giving me. I figured I could lean back a bit, make my arms and tummy do most of the work. Unfortunately, I didn't account for my usual lack of balance, made worse by the hot and heavy workout. Leaning back turned into more of a fall backward, causing my lovely chocolate filling to slip out, reducing me to a sad mewling kitten.