May 202015

Felicia Grafal Flores drove down the highway. She was headed to the used bookstore with a stack of read books. It was that perfect time of the morning for the driving. Everyone else was at work and lunch was another hour or so.

Hopefully the bookstore would be just as empty. That would let her linger and watch the face of whoever processed her used books. All of Felicia’s books were erotica and she loved seeing the employees’ reactions. Sometimes they said nothing and tried to keep stoic faces. Other times they would blush and try to flirt with her. Either way, it would turn her on and give her something to fantasize about when she rubbed herself back in the car.

It was a fun game but for some reason, Felicia wasn’t feeling it today. Maybe it was the heat. Summer had come early and it brought a dry heat that even her Puerto Rican upbringing found oppressing. It did give her an excuse to wear her lightest summer dresses and she liked the way she could expose more of her dark skin but it was still just too hot. She was thinking more of the air conditioning at the book store than she was the blushing employees.

Exit 385 came up. Felicia drifted towards the exit. 385A was on the right and where she needed to go to turn off towards the book store. She had come this way a hundred times and knew it by heart.

Felicia licked her lip. It was a pretty summer day. Maybe she should try something new.

She went past Exit 385A and turned towards 385B. She had never been this way before.

The highway curved around a hill. The trees became a lighter shade of green and bright red flowers dotted the side of the road. A billboard advertised a chicken finger place she had never heard off. The road was damp from a recent rain.

A woman stood up the side of the road. Felicia thought she was wearing a small bikini at first but no, the woman was actually topless. Her large tanned breasts jiggled as the woman waved at Felicia.

Felicia thought she might be a hitchhiker. She thought about slowing down and asking when she saw another woman further down the road. This woman was black and much thinner but topless as well. That woman was waving too.

A third woman was further down the road and behind her, a fourth. They either wore shorts or bikini bottoms but all of them were topless. They stood by the side of the road and waved at her to stop.

Felicia felt a heat between her thighs greater than the heat outside. She knew that she had to stop. It wasn’t clear what they were offering but it didn’t matter. Felicia could always say no.

The only question was who to stop for? Did she stop for the cute short girl with the blonde pigtails? What about the bald black woman with the huge tits? The number of choices available was its own dilemma.

Felicia saw what she wanted. It was another Hispanic woman with dark skin, round tits and wide hips. They could have been cousins although none of Felicia’s cousins could have pulled off looking that good in blue jean shorts.

She brought the car to a stop next to the Hispanic woman. The window rolled down and warm moist air came in. It was so much cooler than where Felicia had come from. She was instantly jealous.

“Hi,” the woman said as she came closer. Long black hair framed her face on either side. She leaned down and her large tits dangled inside the window.

Felicia resisted the urge to lick the firm nipple in front of her. She tried not to stare and failed. The smell of coco butter drifted from the woman’s breasts.

“I just need to see your Driver’s License first,” the woman said.

“Of course,” Felicia said. She didn’t understand why but it didn’t matter. Felicia had learned to adapt in new places. She took her wallet out and fished out her license.

The woman took it from her and gave it a careful look. She nodded with satisfaction and pulled out a small device from her shorts pocket. The edge of the card went into the device and there was a click sound. She passed the card back to Felicia and she stole a quick glance. A small circle had been punched out of her card.

“Is that all?” Felicia asked.

The woman chuckled and leaned into the window. “Of course not,” she said.

The woman’s hand pulled up Felicia’s skirt to reveal Felicia’s hairy sex. Felicia never wore panties on her trips to the bookstore. The woman moaned and ran her fingers through Felicia’s thick bush. She was already wet.

“Fuck,” Felicia moaned. She spread her legs wider and shifted her hips. Felicia reached down and pressed the woman’s hand hard against her sex.

The woman leaned towards Felicia and pressed her breast to Felicia’s lips. Felicia was eager to kiss and bite gently down on the woman’s full tits. She tasted sweat, lotion and the sun on her skin.

Felicia groaned into the woman’s tit as the woman’s fingers sunk into Felicia’s sex. Nimble fingers slipped easily into the wet grip of Felicia’s pussy. The woman’s thumb pressed against Felicia’s clitoris as the other fingers glided deeper in.

“I love getting girls off,” the woman said. “We don’t get nearly enough girls on this road.”

Felicia answered with a groan. She sought out the woman’s nipple and flicked her tongue over it. The woman shuddered but she never stopped stroking Felicia’s sex.

The woman knew what was doing. Chills ran up and down Felicia’s body. The fingers slipped and pushed and stroked and fucked like they were made for Felicia’s sex. How many pussies had this woman stroked? How many women had she gotten off? It must have been a lot because she was doing better than even Felicia’s husband.

Felicia groaned as she thought of her husband. He would love to come down this road. He would have Felicia sit in the passenger seat and watch this hot Hispanic woman jerk him off. When he was about to come, he would force Felicia’s head down onto his spurting cock as the woman kept jerking him.

The woman reacted to Felicia’s clenching sex. She stroked faster and plunged her fingers deeper into Felicia’s wet pussy. She finger fucked Felicia hard and Felicia’s sex fucked her back.

“Fuck!” Felicia screamed into the woman’s tit. As the woman kept stroking, Felicia bit down hard on the woman’s abundant breast. She kept biting as the woman brought her to a second, a third and finally a fourth orgasm.

“Enough, enough,” Felicia groaned. The woman stopped immediately. She pulled her hand away and brought her fingers to her mouth. She looked Felicia in the eye as she sucked Felicia’s juices off her fingers.

“That was amazing,” Felicia said. A large bite mark remained on the woman’s breast.

“Just your tax dollars at work,” the woman said. “You have three more left on your card for this year.”

“That’s good to know,” Felicia said. It was rare that she could ever return to a new place but it had happened. It wouldn’t hurt to try.

“Take care,” the woman said as she stood up. She backed away from the car and waved. “Drive safely.”

Felicia blew the woman a kiss and started her car. She left her skirt pulled up and placed a hand on her sex. She was still quivering from the orgasms.

She drove down the road. She saw a few more topless women but they were gone after the next turn. The sun came back out and there were no more red flowers. A mile later, she saw a street name she recognized and turned onto it. The bookstore would be about two miles away.

Felicia pressed her hand against her sex. She was still wet. The taste of the woman’s breast lingered in her mouth.

She was going to tease the fuck out of whoever was working at the bookstore today

Apr 222015

Felicia Grafal Flores pushed through the crowd of people. Aunts tried to kiss her, uncles tried to hug her, female cousins tried to remember her name, male cousins tried to look down her cleavage, nieces tried to hide their envy of Felicia’s body while nephews tried to hide embarrassing erections. It was a typical wedding for the extended Flores family.

Normally Felicia would mingle but the ceremony would be starting soon. One thing even a bad Catholic girl like Felicia knew was that wedding ceremonies took forever. There would be readings, invocations and speeches. Felicia’s plump bottom could handle the hard pews and her husband, Emil, would flirt with her to keep her awake but none of those could help a full bladder.

Felicia didn’t know her way around this church. They had traveled across state to her second cousin-in-law on her Emil’s father’s sister’s side for this wedding. She looked over the sea of brown faces for a restroom sign.

She saw her aunt Alma instead. Worse, her aunt Alma saw her. The woman waved at Felicia and pushed her way towards her.

Felicia looked for an escape. If Aunt Alma cornered her, it was a guaranteed half hour of Alma talking about her daughter. Felicia had no interest in learning what accomplishments her sainted cousin had achieved this time.

She saw a hallway no one was using. Felicia mouthed “Sorry, restroom!” to her aunt and ducked into the hallway. There were three doors and none of them were marked. She went through the first one and hoped her aunt would give up looking for her.

“Kneel,” a voice said. Powerful hands grabbed both her arms and held them straight out.

Felicia dropped to her knees with practiced ease. She learned to adapt fast in new places. Two robed figures stood to either side her. Their hands were pale white under their green robes and certainly not family members. Hoods covered their faces.

“What’s going on?” Felicia asked. The robed people didn’t answer so she looked around. Red candles illuminated a cavern too large for the church she had just left. Blue lines had been painted into the rocky ground and formed strange designs. A hot wind came from deep within the cave.

A robed man stepped out of the darkness. She knew he was a man because his cock was sticking out of his green robe. It was large and thick though not as large as Emil’s. The man was carrying an open book and he read from it as he approached her.

“Kozza Joiu, Kozza Freq. Vakkaz Roo Ghriq Odda.”

It was gibberish. Feicia understood none of wit. He stopped in front of her, his pulsing cock inches from her face.

She knew what she was to do but she waited. Felicia was a bad catholic woman but she was enough of one to recognize a ritual in progress. Doing the wrong thing in a ritual was bad in any religion.

A hand grabbed the back of Felicia’s head and pushed her forward. She opened her mouth and the thick cock entered her lips. The two men to either side maintained their grip on her arms; holding them straight out as if some sort of parody of the crucifixion.

Felicia giggled at the thought with the cock in her mouth. Aunt Alma would die of horror if she could see her now.

The hooded man kept reading. It was all nonsense but then again so was much of Latin. She didn’t understand it but she felt its importance to the others.

The hand in her hair moved her head back and forth. Felicia wondered if they were male or female. The hand was too strong to resist, not that Felicia was. It moved her back and forth along the length of the cock with steady ease.

For her part, Felicia sucked. She closed her lips tightly around the reading man. Her tongue flicked along his cock as she was pulled back and forth. She tried to look up at the man she was sucking but all she saw was the leather cover of the book he was reading.

“Kozza Joiu!” the man shouted.

“Kozza Freq!” the voices around Felicia answered.

Desire pooled between Felicia’s thighs. Being forced to suck someone off was in her top five fantasies. Doing something nasty in a church was in her top ten. Being used in a mysterious ritual wasn’t on her list but it was now.

Felicia wanted to reach between her thighs. She wanted to hike her conservative church skirt up and rub her hairy sex. She had skipped wearing panties because they had travelled across state and she never knew what could happen at new places.

“Kozza Deem!” the man shouted.

“Kozza Ahm!” the voices answered.

The hand at her head went faster. It gripped her long black hair painfully tight. Her scalp burned as her hair was pulled. Felicia choked and spit fell from her lips. She had been face fucked before many times but never like this.

The hooded man kept reading. His cock throbbed in her mouth as she sucked him. He hit the back of her throat many times as she was forced onto his cock. His balls slapped against her chin with every thrust.

“Kozza Lozza!” the man shouted.

Kozza Ia!” the voices answered.

Felicia parted her thighs. She hoped one of her assailants would take the hint. If Emil was here, he would stroke her. He would reach under her skirt and rub her hairy pussy. Her husband would whisper terrible things to her as she sucked another man’s cock.

There was a rumble from the ground. A great shaking vibration travelled up Felicia’s kneeling legs. She tried to sit back to press her ass or her sex to the vibrating ground but the hooded figures held her arms tightly.

“Kozza Ereg!” the man shouted.

The hand shoving Felicia’s head suddenly stopped. Dizziness swept over her but she kept her lips tight. The hooded man groaned and a deluge of seed filled her mouth. It tasted sweet and was thicker than she was expecting. She swallowed and swallowed but yet he kept coming. Eventually she choked and his seed spilled from her mouth.

The robed people picked her up from her knees. She cried out as the one holding her hair yanked her head back. Her eyes stared up into the dark corners of the cavern as they turned her around. They opened the door that she came in from and pushed her back out.

She was free. Felicia looked at the church hallway as the door closed behind her. She stumbled a few steps down the hallway. Her jaw was sore, her scalp hurt and her knees were almost numb from the ground shaking.

The crowd of family members was lining up to be seated. Emil spotted her and walked over to her. Felicia smiled as she took his arm for support.

“The wedding is starting soon,” he said. “Where were you?”

“I’ll tell you when you fuck me later,” Felicia said.

Emil groaned and his eyes brightened. He loved hearing about the new places she went.

“You have some come on your chin,” he whispered as they took their place.

Felicia wiped it off and realized she never did get to use the restroom.

Mar 182015

Felicia Grafal Flores parked in front of the sandwich place. A sign promised the best Philly cheese steak in town. That was a bold promise from a place that only opened last week. Felicia wasn’t that big of a fan of cheese steaks, but she did like new places.

She never knew what could happen with a new place.

Felicia walked into the place and saw that she was the only customer. There were three men working behind the counter and each of them turned to watch her. Why shouldn’t they? Felicia might be an older woman but she prided herself on still being gorgeous. Her wavy black hair was immaculately styled and her dark Puerto Rican skin was moisturized several times a day. All she needed to do with her plump breasts was wear tops with cleavage and Felicia considered it her duty to all men, and some women, to wear blouses that transformed her cleavage into a deep canyon. Some might think her hips were too wide for the skirts she wore but never had a single complaint.

The three men behind the counter had waxed moustaches like something out of her grandmother’s photo albums. The oldest was the same age as Felicia’s husband but the other two men were young enough to be his sons. They all wore shirts tighter than Felicia’s although where she had plump breasts to show off, they had the hard lines of broad muscles. They looked less like sandwich makers and more like strongmen from times past.

Thunder cracked outside despite there being clear skies when Felicia came in. She paid it no mind; these kinds of inconsistencies happened to her all the time.

“What can we do for you today?” the older man asked.

Felicia looked at the menu above his head while he looked at her cleavage. There were seven varieties of Philly cheese steaks. Most of them had ingredients that she didn’t recognize. She settled on the one that looked the most familiar.

“I’ll have a number three,” she said. She set her purse on the counter and took out her wallet.

“And your drink?”

“I’ll have the Coke,” she said. Coke was everywhere.

“That will be ninety-six,” the man said.

She noticed that one of the younger men walked around the counter towards her. The other young man flexed his fingers.

“Ninety-six?” Felicia said. “That’s all? Not even a dollar? Or did you mean ninety-six dollars? If that is the case I think I’ll pass.”

The older man shook his head. “No, ninety-six,” he said slowly, as if she didn’t understand English.

Felicia got that a lot. She was Puerto Rican but most people mistook her for Mexican. They didn’t know she grew up watching BBC and probably had a better vocabulary than most Americans. She also knew that these guys were probably not Americans themselves.

“I don’t understand,” Felicia said.

The young man behind her grabbed her skirt and yanked it down. Felicia cried out as her bare ass and hairy pussy was exposed. She rarely bothered with panties and never when exploring new places.

Despite being exposed, she made no motion to cover herself. “What are you doing?” she demanded. Her tone was not angry in the least.

“Getting payment, ma’am,” the young man said. He pushed her towards the counter. The other young man leaned forward and grabbed her wrists. He pulled her arms across the counter until she was bent over it, her naked ass exposed.

“Ninety-six what?” Felicia asked again although now she had a pretty good guess.

The young man kicked her legs apart. Felicia obliged and braced herself. She felt one hand go to the top of her ass and press down gently. He was locking her in place.

SMACK! His hand struck her plump ass with swift force.

“Fuck!” Felicia cried. There was no warm-up at all!

SMACK! SMACK! The young man behind her spanked each side of her ass in turn.

“Shit!” Felicia yelled but she wasn’t struggling. This wasn’t her first time being spanked in a strange place.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! The young man continued to spank her ass, delivering slaps with painful precision.

She noticed a bulge in the pants of the man holding her wrists. She wondered if it was for the sight of her bare ass getting spanked or the sight of her cleavage falling over the side of the counter. Felicia guessed it was probably both.

“Ten.” SMACK! “Eleven.” SMACK! “Twelve.” SMACK!

The old man was counting. She looked at his pants and there was a bulge there as well.

Felicia wondered what her husband, Emil, would do if he saw her now. Probably take out his cock and jack off. He would tell the men to fuck her ass after they had spanked it. He would wait until all three of them had fucked her ass before coming in her mouth.

Sweet Jesus, she loved her husband.

SMACK! “Twenty-one.” SMACK! Twenty-two.”

Felicia groaned. The young man showed no signs of getting tired. Each spank was as hard as the last.

SMACK! “Thirty-three.” SMACK! “Thirty-four.”

She clenched her pussy in frustration. Juices flowed from her needy sex and down her leg. It wouldn’t be long before the smell of her pussy filled the sandwich store.

SMACK! “Forty-six.” SMACK! “Forty-seven.”

There was a bell. Felicia gasped. It was the door! Someone else had walked in! They were watching the strange men with the wax moustaches spank her!

It made her pussy even wetter.

SMACK! “Fifty-eight.” SMACK! Fifty-nine.”

Felicia’s ass burned. Over and over, the young man kept striking the two same spots on her ass. Each buttock seemed to be on fire.

She pulled slightly but the man in front of her held firmly onto her wrists. There would be no escape until every spank was paid for.

SMACK! “Sixty-five.” SMACK! Sixty-six.”

The bell rang again and then again. The lunch crowd was coming in. More people were waiting in line to order. That meant more people were watching Felicia’s brown ass turning pink with every slap.

She wished that she had just gotten the sandwich and not the combo. That would have been cheaper.

SMACK! “Seventy-two.” SMACK! “Seventy-three.” SMACK!

The pain was almost too much. It felt like the rest of her body had dropped off and now all that she was a tender ass.

No, she was also a needy greedy hungry pussy. Her sex ached with the need to be filled, fucked, rammed and used.

SMACK! “Eighty-four.” SMACK! Eighty-five.”

Felicia lunged for the bulge in front of her. Her lips closed around the young man’s slacks. In a haze of lust and pain, she bit down gently on the bulge as her spit soaked into his pants.

The young man groaned and pressed against her face. She smelled grease, onions and beef on his pants.

SMACK! “Ninety-One.” SMACK! “Ninety-two.”

It was almost over! Felicia just had to hold on for a few more spanks. It seemed like an impossible task. Her ass burned so much!

Felicia chewed gently on the slacks covered bulge in her mouth.

SMACK! “Ninety-three.” SMACK! “Ninety-four.”

Felicia’s ass hurt. It burned. It was on fire. It felt hotter than the grill they were using to make her sandwich. It was too much.

Felicia’s pussy was so wet. Juices flowed like a river down her thighs. She could fuck every wax mustached man working here. She could fuck all of the customers that she knew was behind her. She could fuck her husband and his huge cock five times at least.

SMACK! “Ninety-five.”

One more spank. It felt impossible. One more spank and she would die from pain and need.

SMACK! “Ninety-six.”

The man in front of her released her wrists. Felicia opened her mouth and he took a step back. She smiled at the wet stain that outlined his hard cock underneath.

Strong hands gently pulled her from the counter and to her feet. Her ass flinched as it waited for another spank. A stranger walked past her to place an order with the older man. The man that held her wrists turned around to get her sandwich from a window. The man who had spanked her stepped to the side to squirt sanitizer into her hands.

Felicia felt exposed. The sudden lack of attention made her self conscious about her bare ass. She bent down and grimaced as her ass complained. She grabbed her skirt and pulled it back up to her waist.

The light cloth settled on her tender ass. Felicia cried out as the simple touch enflamed her growing welts.

“Number three combo,” the young man said. He passed her a bag and a drink.

Felicia smiled and took her meal. She turned around to see a long line behind her. The men looked at her with obvious longing while the women blushed with embarrassed lust.

She didn’t want to dine inside. Felicia headed for the door even though the rain was coming down hard outside. A young grinning man half her age held the door open for her.

It was bright and sunny outside. When she reached her car, she looked back at the sandwich shop. They had one customer being waited on by a duo of teenagers.

Felicia opened her car. She took a deep breath and sat down in her seat.

The pain was overwhelming. Her abused ass flared with stinging sensation while Felicia bit down on her lip.

As soon as the door was closed, Felicia’s fingers were under her skirt. She buried her fingers in her hairy pussy as she clenched her eyes shut. The pain of her ass intertwined with the pleasure from her pussy like a braid of sensations.

She pictured the bulge that was soaked with her spit. She remembered the sound of the old man counting. She relived the force of the spanking man’s blows.

“Fuck!” Felicia screamed in her car. She climaxed and the car rocked with the force of her spasms.