Latin Porn Spices

I was horny as hell. I couldn’t stand it anymore. I snuck up behind
Sheila and started kissing her ears. She obliged and started fondling her
breasts through the thin fabric of her dress.
I always liked getting her started as she was having her drink after work.
It allowed time enough to really get into it, before we both got tired.
I moved around in front of the chair and started unbuttoning her dress. I
got as far as her waist before the urge seized me, and I released her
pendulious breasts from their confining bra. They swung free and I cupped each
one with a hand. I alternately kissed and nibbled each nipple to full attention.
This succeeded in driving Sheila crazy. She grabbed the back of my head and
burried my face in her ample tits. I pulled back enough to allow room to
breath, and continued to nibble on her nipples. (more…)

I’ve been working for a large corporation for the last ten
years. I started out as a junior executive straight out of
college and finally worked my way up to middle management as
the head of the marketing division two years ago. My work
requires me to travel frequently, I’ve lived in nine
different cities so far during my career. Perhaps that’s
partially why I’ve never found the “right” girl to settle
down with and marry. Another contributing factor - maybe the
biggest factor - is that I’m highly sexed and very
promiscuous, sort of a male nymphomaniac. I’m always very
careful not to contract any social diseases, but I’ve still
been able to enjoy many different kinds of sex with many
different partners, both female and male. I really have no
preference for any particular kind of activity or fetish - I
enjoy it all. (more…)

After this binding was accomplished by whom Stacy supposed was the
assistant, he looped a length of the thin cord about the necks of both
Stacy and Katrina and tied them together. The he tied a longer cord to
the rope that joined their throats.
“Vengan!” he ordered, and then enforced his order before Stacy and
Katrina had a willing chance to comply by pulling tautly on the rope,
using it as a throttle to compel them toward his desired destination, in
the same general direction as they had taken Fernando. (more…)

Jerry was your typical assistant professor at the University of
Pennsylvania. Mid-30’s, married with two children, dedicated to his
job and completely inundated with bills. Mortgage bills, car payments,
credit cards, saving for the kids’ weddings, you name it — and now
Krissy, his wife of nine years, was bugging him for a new living room
rug. And while they had a nice house in the Germantown section of
Philadelphia, the couple was just making it on his salary and hers,
which wasn’t much. Krissy was a clerk in a book shop and didn’t make
that much money. (more…)

I remember watching her…..the way she moved. Her
skirt gently folding to the crease of her ass. Her
legs tight from the spikes she wore…the fish nets
accenting her calves with a spider web of shadow.
As I stood there memorized the world passed me by…lost
in my vision of lust..I could almost feel her warmth…smell
her sweetness. Her shoulders rocking…and barely
a hint of her generous bosom when she moved just right.
She must have felt my eyes upon her for she turned
and looked straight at me. Fastened…my vision caught
with her own. I smiled and she winked with just a
hint of a smile…my eyes moved down taking in her
high lights…letting her know what was on my mind.
Her long dark hair floating from around her face…those
ruby red lips slightly parted showing a hint of white
from within…eyes the color of grass on a warm spring
hillside. She stood staring…the tight leather skirt
and top suggesting what lay beneath. Long thin arms
to match her legs…nails red as her lips long and wicket. (more…)

When he knocked on the door, she was ready for him. She had (more…)

Isabelle was on her way to the city for a recording session at the new
studio. Tanned hands on the wheel, a chiffon scarf rippling at the
window and gold-rimmed shades: she was satisfied with her appearance
in the way a pretty woman vain enough to spend time in front of the
mirror is bound to be. There was the added consciousness of incipient
stardom. The agent told her over the phone that morning, ‘’This one
is really it, baby! This new guy is great, you’re going to love him.
Got the voice of a god. A real hunk. I’m going to send
you to the top of the charts with this fellow!'’

‘’Hold on, Sam.'’ She had been alarmed by the excitement in her
agent’s voice. He had made impulsive and sometimes foolish
decisions in the past. Isabelle liked to move cautiously,
methodically.
‘’We’d agreed not to decide anything until after we
finished this cut.'’ She spook in a cool, low voice that was both
hypnotic and sexy. ‘’Look Sam, I know we’re going to make it big with
all this—I’m the one who convinced you of that, remember? Now who
is this guy?'’ (more…)

She and I are in my apartment. It is all white and the lights are
on. It is late afternoon, and the shades are drawn. I have a special
evening planned for her and she knows this, although she does not know what
I have in mind.

We are both excited to the point of electricity on our skin. We
undress, our skin tight and cool. I can feel my heart thumping in my
chest. She can sense that something is afoot, her nipples are hard, her
aereolae contracted about them, dark with tiny bumps. The pale flesh
across her chest and shoulders is beginning to show a telltale flush.

She knows the basic plan. I place a blindfold on her, and make
sure that she cannot see. I guide her to my futon on the floor, where she
lays down. I position her in the center of it, then put her arms out above
her head, reaching for the two corners of the futon. I move around and
spread her legs in a similar fashion. I can see that her labia is becoming
red and swollen. Her hands and feet are nearly reaching the corners of the
pad.

I begin to tie her wrists with the cotton rope attached to lag
screws that I have sunk into the floor at each corner of the futon. They
are immovable. She begins to breath harder, writhing slightly.

I continue to tie her up, pulling the cords taught at her wrists
and ankles. She can move her torso a little, but cannot appreciably move
her limbs about. I sit back to admire my handiwork, gazing over the
fullness of her breasts, her slim, boyish hips, the dark patch of hair at
the apex of her smooth slim thighs. I watch her stomach move in and out
with her breathing, its concavity arousing me (more…)

It had all started when Ralph suggested the we go into Chicago
and see if we could pick-up someone else on the Strip. I didn’t
really want to, but I knew Ralph wanted to screw someone else
and I was willing to go along with him. So Ralph had dropped me
off and gone out cruising for some girl to pick up.

I had wondered around, watching people, talking to some of them,
and somewhere along the line I found myself walking arm and arm
with some strange man. He was pleasant to talk to and I didn’t
realize we were going anywhere in particular until we walked
into a parking garage.

“What are we doing here?” I asked myself as we waited for the
elevator.

He put his arms around me. “Would you like to come with me?”
he said, just before his lips met mine. My heart began pounding
and I felt his hot tongue probing gently between my lips. I
knew what he meant. Come to bed with him. Let him screw me. (more…)

My wife, Andrea, is still a knock-out at 35. Dark, flaming red hair,
green eyes, great skin and a fantastic body (36C-24-35). She is as close
to a nudist as I’ve ever met. After we were married, I realized how much
she loved wearing nothing or as little as possible around the house and I
loved it.
One day, I came home from work and arrived at the front door at the
same time as the paperboy. He’s a nice, good-looking kid around 15 or 16
and we said our hellos and he gave me the paper. At the same time, Andrea
opened the door and stood there, stark naked! The paperboy got a huge grin
on his face as his eyes took in my wife’s great body. Andrea slammed the
door and the paperboy left with a big smile on his face. (more…)

I had this really good friend named Dave who also had a friend
named Rusty. Well, Rusty had this really knockout girlfriend named
Candy. Dave is a real bullshitter and I didn’t believe half of the
wild stories he told, so I just ignored his comments about how wild
Candy got when she got drunk. He told me how Rusty was the type of
guy that only wanted it about once or twice a week and Candy wanted it
once or twice an hour. Since she was a “good little girl” she
couldn’t really cheat on Rusty, but if you got her drunk, she would do
anything and not feel guilty about it. (more…)

Actually, MY fantasy is to be on a stage with a lot of people watching
me dance naked. In my fantasy, the guys hoot and holler, making very lewd
and suggestive remarks about what they’d like to do to me in bed. I dance
alone for a while, shaking my tits in their faces, or bending over in front
of them close enough for them to try to lick my pussy. They all chicken out
at the last minute though, and this makes be bolder and hotter the longer I
dance.
I have in mind one of those semi-round stages, with a short, straight
runway straight out from the stage. I start out dressed in a skirt and
blouse, and quickly lose my clothes to stand completely nude before every-
one. (more…)

I live in a suburban community adjacent to one of the nation’s
largest western cities. It’s a compromise: I’d live farther out but
then I’d have to leave *really* early in the morning to get to work
downtown. Even so, I might consider getting farther away from the urban
sprawl, but I’m divorced and I got the house; my ex moved back east and
took the savings account. So I stay.
More specifically, I live between two cops and across the street
from another, a fact which does *not* make me feel particularly secure.
On one side is a retired suburban cop. He has serious problems with
both his back and his drinking and he doesn’t get out much, though his
rather dumpy wife is out there fiddling with the soaker hoses in good
weather. (more…)

Albert couldn’t wait for tonight. Lois told him, as he left
for work this morning, “Hurry home big boy. I’ve got a fun
suprise waiting for you when you get home tonight!” Just to
keep him thinking about it all through the day, she opened her
nightgown, revealing her large belly. Lois was six months
pregnant. But that hadn’t slowed her appetite for Albert’s big
cock, nor his lust for his beautiful wife.
Alberta and Lois had an “unusual” marriage, to say the least.
Aside from the obvious fact that she was black and he was
white, they were very sexually liberated, and were willing
to try anything at least once. And being a very horny couple,
they tried most everything more than once! (more…)

She’d been playing with my dick while I pondered and my cock, which
has no conscience, was stiffening and my balls were tightening. Her
fingers were tantalizing my prick now, barely touching it as they moved
up and down and then sliding lower, between my legs, where she trailed
her fingernails lightly over my balls. I almost had a seizure from the
intense lightness of the touch. She squirmed against me, her breasts
massaging my belly as her cunt drooled wetly on my leg.
She started kissing her way down toward my cock, but I stopped her
with a hand under her chin.
“I want to give you pleasure in my way,” I whispered.
“This gives me pleasure,” she murmured, pressing her lips against
my abdomen. “It makes me, you know, get over when you shoot your — your
cum in my mouth.”
“I know, but I want to taste you, too. Please?”
She looked really troubled by that. (more…)

My new job was pretty good — better pay, better opportunities for
promotion, more responsibility — but the commute back and forth was
getting tedious. Lots of people would say that the 35 minutes each
way wasn’t bad, but I was used to the five-minute commute I was used
to. I’d started listening to the radio more intently than had been my
custom, partly for the traffic reports but mostly to avoid boredom. I
had tried listening to books on cassette tape, tried to think about
work and keep notes about decisions and ideas, tried singing along
with the radio. Everything helped, but nothing made a real difference.
The commute was just plain boring. (more…)