Captive in Canada-Juanita Controls My Lust and Commands my Cock
Sometimes you’re the predator, sometimes the prey. In either role, it’s an extraordinary fun play.
The end of the previous chapter.
“Mmm,” Juanita murmured back, “You should be a little worried. You don’t know what you’ve gotten yourself into.”
I had been leaning against the kitchen counter, transfixed and unwilling to make a move that might break this deliriously gorgeous spell cast by this Mexican Puma.
That’s how I saw her, and that’s how she moved, like a dark jungle cat, magnificent in her beauty and uncontested in her prowess, luxuriously ambling through her domain.
That’s when I realized — I was her prey.
Juanita knew she had me right where she wanted-at her mercy. Covered in her sheer body stocking, I could see what I wanted, but I couldn’t touch. Not yet. Not until she decided I could.
I could tell Juanita loved how she looked and relished how she felt. Her breasts, bare beneath the thin sheath of fabric, looked even more lovely than usual. Held together into mounds of pleasure, her dark, wine-colored nipples, thick and hard, pressed the see-through material raising a small tent over her ample chest.
Taking her time, Juanita exaggerated her strut, crossing one stocking-clad leg over the other and landing with the satisfying tick-tack of her heels on the hardwood floor. As she moved closer, I struggled to meet her gaze with mine; my eyes were too busy in a tug-of-war between looking at her delicious tits and her gorgeous, sensual pussy, conveniently exposed in the designed gap left the body stocking.
I loved watching her move.
Juanita could have her body fully covered but with that look in her eyes, the power in her walk, and confidence in her expression? Oh, I’d still be sporting a throbbing hard-on. Especially if she wore her hair like that, the ponytail, pulled tight and hung high, swaying behind her with the slightest jostle.
As Juanita brought herself directly in front of me, her eyes examined me head to toe, then lingering in the middle, her lovely mouth parted.
A finger extended and slowly traced the shape of my cock, which pressed hot and thick against my thigh. I reached to cup my hands over Juanita’s gorgeous tits, her nipples so hard I thought they would cut the thin fabric.
“No! Chico malo!” Juanita snapped, stepping back. It was the way this delicious Mexican Mistress stared at me with her coffee bean brown eyes brewing, her lips tight, unsmiling with only the very corners showing the slightest of smiles. And with her hair swaying behind her like a silky pendulum, Juanita looked simultaneously annoyed and amused with me.
I saw the situation as a cat toying with a ball of yarn, and I was the yarn. My cock twitched, but I bit down, restricting my smile. It would spoil the game if Juanita knew I was thrilled by this scenario.
Juanita’s barely covered curves extinguished the space between our bodies. I stood still as this vixen leaned in close, the tip of her nose brushing along my shirt. Then, raising one hand, Juanita curled her fingers between and beneath the gaps of my dress shirt. I felt the smoothness of her fingernails, polished and firm, grazing my chest, then the back of her hand with impossibly soft skin.
I inhaled this woman’s touch, the fragrance drifting up from her wrists and neck. Chased by the rich bouquet weaved through her shimmering black hair.
I loved how this woman smelled.
I breathed her in. Deep, deep down, all my senses flooded with the scents of a woman. My indulgent reverie jolted when her soft hand under my shirt suddenly clutched and yanked down with ferocity. Buttons went shooting off like bullets across the room, ricocheting off walls, floors, and the counter.
Juanita dragged her fingers across my chest, arched like talons, her nails scratched down my belly, then meeting her other hand, she feverishly worked my belt loose. She was tugging at my waist, then pulling down and stripping me of my pants and boxer shorts.
Before I could utter a word, a soft, warm hand cupped my balls. Squeezing gently while Juanita’s other hand clenched itself around my cock. My skin flared as Juanita drew her tongue across my tummy, dragging her tantalizing taster up my sternum, then lavishly licked circles around my nipple.
Then, once more, she coordinated her assault, her teeth clenched over my nipple, her hands giving my cock a hard squeeze, and her fingers moved to that spot at the very base of my cock in the center of my scrotum and pinched hard.
“That will keep you from getting carried away,” Juanita said. “I need you to Escucha-listen! You are not to act.” Juanita explained, her fingers massaging deeper into the base of my cock, my shaft turning to hot steel in her grip. “You’re going to obey.”
Then, turning swiftly, her high heels rasping against the hard floor, her hair flailing against my chest, Juanita stepped forward, my cock in her hand like the grip of a leash. She pulled me along as she rocked her magnificent hips ahead of me.
I loved how her hips swayed.
In the open space in front of the hearth, Juanita released my cock. Then, turning back to face me, she came close, running her hands around my hips, over my ass, and up my back. I felt the pleasing weight of her breasts pressing against me, and I could feel the firmness of her nipples jumping across my skin.
With her hand splaying delicate fingers across my neck, Juanita looked at me dreamily with half-shuttered eyes, her lips exhaling a whisper of a command.
“Come here,” the words floating off her breath like the scent of chocolate before the sweet taste.
I bent, moving my mouth to meet hers, our lips yearning to touch when Juanita, gripping a swath of my thick hair in her hand, pulled me down. The yank on my hair hurt; instinctively reacting to fight, unwilling to yield, I convinced my body to fold until I kneeled before her.
In front of my clenched jaw, not an inch from my lips, Juanita’s bare, beautiful pussy quivered. A bead of nectar threatened to drop from her labia.
With both hands on my head, Juanita combed her fingers through my hair, then, reaching my scalp, her fingers curled in for a firm grip. Pulling my mouth into her sex, I opened and engulfed her sweet, silky-soft pussy. My tongue lapped up, parted her lips, and probed inside. I moaned as I drank her in, letting each trickle of her juice flow across my tongue and run down my throat.
I loved the way she tasted.
Purring, Juanita said, “Creo que serás un muy buen chico.” It didn’t matter that I didn’t know the words-I lost nothing in translation, I nodded my head as my nose nuzzled her clit, and my mouth took more of her in.
I wanted to say something, to vocalize how enraptured I was with her, but I couldn’t. She hadn’t permitted it yet. I wasn’t going to risk breaking the rules. I didn’t want this to end. Not tonight. Not for days.
Juanita moved her hand to the top of my head, rocking and rotating my head like a toy; she pressed, pushed, and rocked her hips, my face becoming washed with her until I felt her legs shudder. Instantly, Juanita changed her persona. Moving from pleasured to power, she moved her hand down my face, braced my jaw, and pushed me backward, “Abajo! Ahora!” she commanded.
My arms held me from falling flat to the floor, but Juanita’s toned calve curved above her stiletto adorned foot, the heel in the center of my chest; she pushed me back with force. I slid my arms out on the floor as Juanita laid me out, flat on my back, sprawled, naked, panting, and desperate to satisfy my lover.
Juanita smiled. Her eyes bounding with playful delight, she squatted beside me. Her heels touching her ass, Juanita uncurled herself, the way a wave crashes over the surf, her energy flowing forwards, caressing everything in her path. Juanita broke over my body.
She rushed above, and she was on top of me all at once. Her knees pressed against my shoulders, her pussy above my face. Then, spacing her hands on either side of my head with her luscious tits hanging over me, Juanita raised her shoulders, displayed the beauty of her form, and then sat solidly on my mouth.
Grinding, pushing, pressing, Juanita swam her pussy over my face. Up over my lips, over my nose, spreading herself over me. Then plunged herself down, I felt her clit rub hard over my teeth, rocking and rolling her incredible, delectable pussy over my chin, her juices trickling over my throat, pooling in the hollow of my collarbone.
Shaking, moaning, and crying out, Juanita gushed in compounding waves of orgasms over me. Then, pressing her hands onto my head so hard, I had to fight the urge to shake free, but then came my reward. Bathed in her, I arrived at her Holy Land.
With the fire flushed out, her control defeated, Juanita slid herself down my body. Her lips, beautiful, grateful, and sweet, kissed me a hundred times. Then, holding my face in her lovely hands, Juanita kissed my chin, neck, and ears.
“Now it’s your turn, Amante,” Juanita said sweetly, “I am yours to play with, and I am very obediente.” After sharing a long, luscious kiss, Juanita pulled free, “I’ve had your mouth, baby. Now I want your cock.”
Pulling her into my side, I rolled Juanita onto her back. Her black hair shining almost blue, illuminated by the wall light, was fanned out above her head. Her arms swam up from her sides, wrists crossing, fingers laced together, then spread out again, each fingertip reaching for their place to touch.
Rocking from side to side, Juanita rolled her hips, crossed her legs, then bent at the knees, opened her thighs, and flashed me her happy pussy.
“When I cross the border back into Mexico,” she said, “I want to feel your touch still on me. Marked, bitten, and bruised by your passion for me. But most of all, I will know I am loved.”
Grasping the thin fabric of the body stocking at the collar, Juanita shrieked with glee as I tore it in half, releasing her gorgeous skin, fabulous breasts, and beautiful curves.
I love having my eyes on this gorgeous woman.
Previous Chapters of this cross-border affair.
A Late Night Call Delivers Pleasure and Promises
Crossing the Border Was Only the Beginning of Boundaries Passed
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