"How do you like my big Black dick up your ass, Rosita?" Trevor Johnson, also known as Master Tee, said as he spanked her big butt and worked his hard dick into her backdoor. Face down and ass up, the curvaceous, plump Afro-Cuban gal was in heaven, with her beloved Master going to town on her like only he could. To really shine Rosita on, Master Tee gripped her long hair and yanked her head back.
"Aye, Papi, I like that," Rosita Nunez squealed, as she continued to grind her big brown ass against Master Tee's groin, driving his dick even deeper inside of her. The bed shook as Master Tee spanked Rosita's ass and continued to fuck her, sliding his dick into the forbidden depths of her tight asshole. Rosita's ass felt warm and tight around Master Tee's dick, for he was doing her bareback.
Five-foot-nine, with long dark hair, a curvy body, big tits, wide hips and a big round ass tailor made for ass fucking, Rosita Nunez was simply hotness and femininity on two legs. The Afro-Cuban gal was nothing like the skinny white gals that most people in Ottawa considered the epitome of beauty. Rosita was a whole lot of woman, and Master Tee couldn't get enough of her.
"That's what's up," Master Tee said, and he pulled Rosita's long, curly dark hair while fucking her. Rosita moaned softly, loving the deliciously hot pain and wicked pleasure that Master Tee was doling out like only he could. Brothers from America are something else, Rosita thought as Master Tee continued to fuck her. He fucked her just the way she liked it, and she couldn't get enough...
"Harder," Rosita squeaked, and Master Tee nodded, then gripped both her hands and held them behind her back. At the same time, he bucked his hips, thrusting deeper into her. Rosita's shrill scream echoed across the apartment, and Master Tee smiled, for her screams were sweet music to his ears. I definitely like them island women, Master Tee thought with satisfaction.
"Ask and you shall receive," Master Tee said, as he continued to drill his dick into Rosita's backdoor like there was no tomorrow. Taking some sleek bindings, Master Tee tied Rosita's hands behind her back and continued fucking her. He'd been wanting to bang the hell out of Rosita the first time he spotted her, walking around the Loblaw's grocery store located on Rideau Street in downtown Ottawa. The Afro-Cuban gal had an ass like whoa, and Master Tee wanted some of that. Hence why he had to holler...
"Wreck my ass," Rosita all but demanded, and Master Tee laughed out loud, for there was nothing more than the mature Black male BDSM aficionado, originally from the City of Birmingham, Alabama, loved more than a true female freak. He went to town on Rosita, for he knew a real rough rider when he saw one. The things I'm going to do to that ass, Master Tee thought happily.
"Damn you're a nasty female," Master Tee said, laughing, as he pulled out of Rosita's ass, after pounding away at her for hours. The moment Master Tee's dick vacated her backdoor, Rosita squeezed out a loud fart, then turned around and looked at her dominant, smiling sheepishly. Master Tee grinned, shook his head and leaned down to kiss Rosita on the lips. Thanks be to heaven for nasty women, Master Tee thought, amazed.
"Yes I am, Master Tee, and you love me for it," Rosita said happily, and Master Tee cradled her in his arms. They lay in bed, holding each other for a while, just talking and enjoying each other. After a while, they hit the showers, and left Rosita's apartment on Cooper Street, heading to a nearby restaurant to grab a bite. Just another fun afternoon for the two of them.
"You're a unique woman," Trevor Johnson said to Rosita as they walked into the Heart & Crown restaurant, and she beamed at him, pleased by his words. They sat down and ordered, and Trevor, as always, paid. As a mid-level manager with the Canada Revenue Agency, the dual U.S./Canadian citizen qualified for an expense account. The perks of being a Canadian government executive.
When Trevor Johnson moved to the City of Ottawa, Ontario, from his hometown of Birmingham, Alabama, following a costly divorce, a few years back, he initially saw a dead end. Sure, Trevor had his MBA from Auburn University, but he was also flat broke and friendless in a new country. Nowhere to go but up, Trevor remembered thinking at the time. Fortunately, things got better eventually.
Things went south with Trevor's ex-wife, a Jamaican- American woman named Mildred Conroy. There were things about Trevor which the Bible-thumping Mildred simply could not abide, such as his interest in the world of BDSM. I married the wrong woman, Trevor thought sourly. Mildred thought of BDSM as something evil, and Trevor felt just the opposite.