Her name is Venezia Martinez and, like me, she's twenty-three years old. We met on an online hookup site that caters exclusively to those who take their sex lives seriously. We have no interests in selfish sextivities, ignorant or dishonest sexual experiences, or foolish practices. With that being said, I have had quite the number of mind-blowing acquaintances. But when it comes to Venezia, I get the feeling she'll be more than just a fun acquaintance.
Perhaps it's because our profiles match so perfectly. She's a thick, tight piece of pure passionate Venezuelan pussy, and I'm the serene, girthy nine-inch piece of cocoalate she craves. She has the perkiest thirty-two C cup tits that stand out above her perfectly curvy thirty-two -- twenty-four -- thirty-six figure, and I spend hours a day working out to keep my ripped muscles bulging through my satin smooth skin.
She likes sucking dick just as much as having an expert licking her pussy, and I can't go a single day without drinking as much pussy juice as possible. She loves multiple orgasms in multiple positions, and I love feeling girls' pussies quivering on my dick every kind of way possible. But more importantly, we are both overly affectionate and willingly lose ourselves in wave after wave of pure orgasmic pleasure.
With all of these perfectly matching urges, we finally decide to meet in person. So, I fly all the way to Caracas, the capital city of Venezuela, to have a nice, exotic dinner at her favorite restaurant. I am currently sitting at the best table they have, overlooking a stunning city view. As the waitress brings me a bottle of their most exotic sparkling, the entire room seems to get quiet.
I look over at the entrance and see Venezia walking over to the hostess' podium. She is pointed in my direction, and our eyes lock for the first time. We've been waiting for this moment for months, just so that we can fuck the living hell out of each other; and for the few seconds we've been staring into each other's eyes, it only ensures both of us that the sex to come will be of mythical proportions.
She tosses her hair back and begins the greatest 'I wanna get fucked hard' walk I have ever seen. As she gets over to the table, I stand up and pull her towards me for a very personal hug so that I can feel how soft and tight her body is. While enjoying the soft, youthfulness of her ass, I feel her hands slide down to the front of my pants and she gets two hands full of my bulging hard dick. We squeeze each other so vigorously that we both groan into each other's mouths as we kiss for the first time.
Again, the thoughts of our future fucking courses through my mind as her tongue slides into my mouth. I slowly pull away, remembering we were in the middle of a crowded restaurant that probably wouldn't want us breaking all the furniture with our 'first encounter fuckfest'. But don't get me wrong, both of our profiles clearly display our love of fucking in very public places in front of absolute strangers.
We both sit down and smile at each other after looking around at all the whispering faces, no doubt talking about our graphic display of affection. I pour her a glass of sparkling, and we enjoy each other's company while talking about how beautiful the view is. Talking about just the view seems odd to me until she says something more along the lines of our previous conversations.
"I would love to have you bend me over this table, facing the city, and fuck me so hard that I pull the tiles off the floor with my toes."
I look over and see the fiery yearning in her eyes and know she's serious. I grin at her before finishing off my glass of sparkling and lean back to give her a full view of my upper torso. I can see her eyes following the shape of my body, and she grins as she realizes I'm doing to same to hers. After a minute of admiring her body tightly wrapped in a bright yellow dress that contrast her sweet brown sugar skin tone perfectly, I am able to respond to her invitation.
"Well, seeing as how this is only the place we chose to meet, and neither of us is hungry for any of the restaurant's food, I think bending you over and making you scream until your throat is sore sounds far more, appropriate."
She licks her lips at me before biting her bottom lip as I call for the bill. The waitress returns with the bill but seems a little confuse as to why I asked for the best table only to have less than a bottle of sparkling before leaving. We decided to leave the waitress with that little mystery as the bill was paid, and Venezia began leading me to her place.
As we get to her condo, we stumble into her door because we're too busy kissing and rubbing on each other. She stops kissing me to unlock her door but is so distracted by me nibbling on her neck that she has to turn completely around to get the door open. As soon as her back is toward me, I slide my hands downs to her thick hips, and then down further to begin rubbing the slightly moist, wrinkled spot on the front of her dress.
She gasps so hard as I lift the front of her dress and slide my fingers over the soaked spot of her panties, that she's barely able to get the door open. She turns around and pulls me into her condo and slams the door shut.
"You are such a naughty American boy."
Her eyes are filled with nothing but horny lust as she pulls my hands away from her pussy and leads me to her bedroom.
As we get to the bedroom door, I pin her against the wall next to the door, to kiss her again. She wraps her arms around my neck and tries pulling me into the bedroom, but I pin her against the wall harder.
"Not here. In the bed," she's able to groan while rubbing her legs against mine.
I lean away from her long enough to let her remove my shirt, and before I pin her up again, she leans forward and begins kissing and licking my chest. I slide my hands back down to her hips and pin her back to the wall so that I can deal with her dress. Before I can move my hands, she reaches up and pulls the top of the dress down over her shoulders, and lets it fall to her waist. Her perfect tits are so perky that she wasn't wearing a bra, and I didn't even notice.
"No. Not here. In the bedroom," she urges me again.
"The bedroom's too far away," I respond while leaning down, and kissing in between her perky mounds.
I feel her hands on the back of my head as I kiss back up to her lips while slowly grinding my hips into hers. I slide my hands down to the bottom of her dress and slide it up to her naval with my left hand while grabbing the front of her soaked panties with my right.
"Moan for me baby," I say to her as I tear her panties off with one hard jerk, leaving little red marks from where the fabric tried not to break.
She squeals and moans just like I told her to as I toss her ripped panties out of the way. She groans something in Spanish before throwing herself into me for a deeper kiss as I cup her bare ass and lift her feet off the floor.
She leans her head back to breathe while sliding her hands down to my pants and begins trying to undo them. I pin her back against the wall and continue kissing her as she finally gets my pants undone and pulls my throbbing, hard dick out. She strokes it with both hands while moaning inside my mouth as I grind my hips into her strokes. A huge glob of my hot precum oozes out onto her hands, and she's reminded of her dripping pussy.
She pushes me back a little, and we both look down at the small puddles around her feet as her pussy quivers from the attention it's not getting. My eyes follow the trails of juice leading up her legs to her wanting pussy before looking back at her. Before she can encourage me to fuck her silly, I pull my dick from her hands and thrust my entire length as deep as possible. To both our surprise, she takes all nine inches like this isn't the first time we've fucked. She leans her head back, her mouth opens, and her eyes roll into the back of her head as her pussy screams around my dick.
I lean over and bite her neck as I feel my dick bulging and throbbing harder than I've ever felt it. It's such an amazing feeling, being that deep in such a perfectly hot and tight pussy that it hurts just as much as it feels good. She whimpers softly as she lifts her legs more and wraps them around my hips, but she's so weak from the initial thrust that her legs drop, pulling my pants and underwear down with them. I slowly stop biting her as I feel her pussy adjusting, and she starts moving slowly, silently begging me for that fucking we've wanted since we first saw each other's photos online.
I squeeze her ass cheeks in my hands and hold onto her as best I can as I pump in and out of her hotness. Her pussy is so wet that it seems like she drips juice every time I slide outward.
"Oh fuck, your pussy is so much better than I could have ever imagined."
She's so wet, it's like sliding down a water slide. You couldn't stop even if you wanted to. I am lost in her juicy folds, and I wouldn't want it any other way. Her moans and squeals only make me want her more, and I'm already having all of her. I look up into her eyes, and she can see how much I'm enjoying being lost inside her pussy. She leans over and kisses me gently before leaning back and squeezing her pussy around my dick.
I groan just as hard as she's been groaning, and I can tell she felt the exact same way.
"Your pussy is perfect!"
