From Prey to Play, Juanita Gets What She Wants

Caught in her erotic musings, Juanita fucks while talking about being smitten with a kitten

Juanita hitched her legs over the arms of the recliner, the denim jacket, unbuttoned opened with the movement, exposing her breasts to the cool air of the room. Looking down, Juanita watched as goosebumps sprang up on the dark skin surrounding her erect nipples.

Slipping an index finger between her lips, Juanita moistened the tip with her tongue and then dabbed a firm nipple, the touch of moisture like a lover’s gentle kiss. Then, cupping her breast, Juanita squeezed and pinched the nipple between her finger and thumb. Tugging her delicate point, she pinched harder and pulled until that delicious throb of need hit her bare pussy.

Slipping her free hand down her tummy, Juanita combed her fingers through the soft strip of dark pubic hair above her shaved pussy. Spreading her fingers in a V, Juanita pressed down on her silky smooth, warm labia. The black sheet of the flat-screen TV positioned directly in front of her was the perfect mirror — Juanita felt as though she were on TV, and she loved what she saw.

Her smooth legs shone beneath the living room lights, giving her light brown skin an exotic sheen. Her painted toes added a touch of bright color and her midnight black hair draped over her neck made her look every bit the vixen she was feeling herself to be. Her full breasts were all-natural, but Juanita focused her eyes on her pussy. She loved the way she looked, how it felt to touch her, and she felt being touched.

Juanita knew she was pretty. With a nicely shaped, straight nose and naturally full eyelashes that fluttered like satiny feathers over her dark eyes, she had become accustomed to compliments. But, it was there, in that triangle of pleasure between her thighs where far too few eyes looked upon her jewel, where a unique beauty lay. It was a fact as undeniable as the sunrise — Juanita’s pussy was gorgeous.

Closing her eyes, Juanita let her hand wander, pet, stroke, tease and explore the slick folds of her pussy. Fingertips touched inside the entrance of her love canal, barely dipping inside and only long enough to feel the warm trickle of her nectar streaming into a pool for her fingertips to swim and play.

Juanita thought of Claire, the pretty blonde girl she had him in the palm of her hand. Mmm — I wonder how soft her pussy must be, Juanita mused, touching herself. She imagined Claire; her pale cheeks flushed, her eyes alive with excitement as her dainty fingers worked open the buttons of her dress shirt, revealing a pretty bra holding her lovely, petite breasts.

“Mmm,” moaned Juanita as she thought of how Claire’s small breasts would feel as she closed her mouth over them and feeling her little pink eraser nipples springing lively against the tip of her tongue.

Would Claire be so turned-on that undressing would be a frenzy? Or would the girl know to savor every moment?

Unbuttoning slowly, giving Juanita’s eyes a slow invitation to Claire’s porcelain skin and watching as Juanita admired her light cinnamon freckles across her chest and following the line of small moles than ran like the remains of a shooting star across her breasts and down her tummy.

Juanita could feel the lightness of the slender girl straddled over her, the straps of her bra falling to her elbows, removing one breast at a time, then leaning in and moaning as Juanita moved her hungry mouth from one to the other and back again. Then kissing, sucking, and swirling her tongue around Claire’s electrically charged nipples.

Juanita worked the V of her fingers over her pussy, rubbing, pressing closed and open again, massaging and folding over her clitoris, teasing but not touching her button. Pleasure delaying any direct contact with her sex button, releasing another sweet candy trickle of nectar to pool at the dam of her pussy, droplets escaping the crest and teasing her ass with dewdrops of her love juice.

She imagined how Claire’s pussy would look. Would she be shaved entirely? Perhaps even waxed? A full bush would be a surprise, but with Claire’s light blonde hair, and the golden strands of the fine hairs on her forearms, Juanita decided her pussy, unshaven, would look like a burst of sunshine.

How would she taste? Honey-sweet with that tickle of tang? Musky and intoxicating like vanilla with a taste of nuttiness? Perhaps she would be damp and taste a dense, overwhelming flood of flavor like a persimmon?

Moaning and writhing, Juanita pressed deeper inside her pussy and quivered at imagining the lovely girl’s pretty face bending down, her petite mouth closing over Juanita’s wine-colored pussy. Then feeling her tongue darting inside her, hearing the sounds of Claire lapping at her and drinking in her nectar.

Juanita cupped both breasts and pinched her nipples hard, then sucked her pussy slickened fingers and moaned again at the thought of her favorite kiss. The meeting of another’s lips glazed in the juice of her pussy. A hot, probing tongue, tingling with the flavor of her sex.

The rest of the scenes flashed across Juanita’s mind as feverishly as her fingers worked her pussy, circled and caressed her clit, and then slipped back inside her, swimming in her the glorious wetness of her release.

Sighing, her chest heaving, her legs warm and loose, Juanita opened her eyes and smiled — she wanted to fuck Claire and have Claire fuck her.

“Umm — Hi!”

“Aiyii!” shrieked Juanita. So immersed in her erotic daydreaming, Juanita hadn’t heard the door open and close. Now I stood in front of her, my arms filled with the bags of groceries from my excursion to the grocers. Seeing the Latina goddess that had somehow chosen me to spoil with her luscious body spread open and nude except for my jean jacket was a sight that sent an immediate surge of heat to my loins.

“Gawd, you look amazing!” I said.

Juanita smiled at me, her head tilted down slightly with a wicked light in her dark eyes.

“I taste even better than I look,” she replied.

I walked to the kitchen island, set the bags down, and glanced back over my shoulder. Juanita hadn’t made a move to cover up or close her legs. My invitation to pleasure awaited. I turned and made steps towards my waiting vixen.

“Stop walking,” she said.

“Okayyy,” I replied and obeyed.

“I want you to crawl to me,” Juanita said, her voice soft yet firm. “Come to me like a wolf, a beast. Make me feel like your prey.”

I moved to lower myself to the floor.

“No.” Again, Juanita stopped my actions.

“My beast doesn’t come to me covered. Let me see my animal.”

A smile curled on my lips. My eyes flared. I rushed and undressed, then threw myself to the floor. On hands and knees, I approached, lowering my head and raising my eyes to her. I growled, chuffed, and huffed as I stalked my way to my prize.

Juanita’s pretty face broke into a broad smile, and she giggled, then clamped her legs shut, wrapping her arms around her knees.

She shrieked with delight as I swatted at her toes.

Then I pounced.

I leaped onto the chair, my head butting her knees and pushing her thighs apart, my hands rushing behind her back, down to her ass, and my claws digging into her succulent body, pulling her forward.

Then my feast began.

It was primal, beautiful, and perfect. Her skin on my hands, her sex on my lips, her scent inhaled through my nostrils. I was famished for her, and Juanita was a buffet of indulgent pleasure.

Pulling her off the chair, I fell to the floor and dragged her over me, and a moment later, I was inside her, feeling her open around me, hot, wet, and soft. Tight. Wrapped.

Her arms folded behind my neck, her slender fingers combed through my mane, her lips parting to tease with a tongue and nip with teeth.

I love being inside her.

Full.

Thick.

Throbbing.

Heavy.

Panting.

Fucking.

Juanita’s mouth, teeth, and tongue teased my ear, then whispered.

“A kitten came to the door today.”

I broke from our embrace, paused my strong thrusts, sat still, leaned back, and felt her breasts graze over my chest, her nipples inkless markers drawing designs across my skin as she rocked, pushed, and rolled herself on my cock.

“A kitten?” I asked.

Juanita nodded, smiling, her hair shimmering like black jade brushing between our bodies.

“Yes. A pretty, little, blonde kitten, and I want to play with her.”

A new stiffening affected my cock. Juanita pushed against me, her fingers feeding my mouth. I sucked them and went deeper inside her.

“I let her see me,” Juanita said, her eyes locked on mine. “I want to taste her. Her pussy is a raspberry waiting to burst in my mouth, and her ass is a peach.”

“How do you know she will come?” I asked.

“Do you mean ‘how will I make her cum?” Juanita answered. “Over and over, baby. I’m going to turn her legs to Jell-O and make her cum like she’s never cum before.

She told me I’m beautiful,” Juanita continued talking and fucking me. Then, with more force, more determination, she pushed down and rose, bouncing herself on my cock, her nipples, hard and delicious, slapping over my mouth.

“I want you to watch. I don’t want her to have your cock — my cock,” Juanita said, then reached down and grabbed the base of my cock in her hand and squeezed.

“This is mine now, I may decide to keep it, or I may not, but for now, it and you belong to me,” she said. “Are you okay with that?”

I nodded and kissed her breasts, nipples, and arms. I pulled Juanita into my chest, my arms wrapped around her tight, and licked her neck, shoulders, and underarms. I thrust into her, my balls smacking against her.

“I want you to watch me make love to a woman. I want you to watch how she makes love to me.”

I nodded again.

Then Juanita pushed me down, her hands pressed into my chest, her elbows locking her arms straight. She fell on me with kisses, rolling her hips back and down, feeding my cock into her pussy. I felt a wave of warm dampness flowing over my cock.

“I want to make both of you cum at the same time. I want both your cum across my lips. I’ve never done that. I want it. I want you, her, and everything. I want it all,” Juanita said between panting and kissing.

“Give it to me!” she moaned, “Give me what I want, baby!”

A few minutes later, my still naked Juanita came to me. In her hand, she held a freshly made Mojito. My reward. Her treat. Sitting up, I kissed her, and she kissed me back. Salty, sweet, and delicious.

On the counter, Juanita’s phone vibrated. I raised an eyebrow.

“Is that your kitten?”

Juanita kissed me again, then stood and turned to walk and retrieve her phone, the sight of her ass and sway of her hips stirring my desire again.

Sweeping the phone off the counter in her palm, I felt the smile on her face before she turned to show it.

There are moments in the movements of a woman that are magic and beauty combined. When Juanita turned, her shoulder dropped, the side view of her breast and how her foot raised to her toes, her knee jutting forward and her hip giving a slight swing was all magic and beauty. Then, when her happy smile flashed and she tossed her hair, sweeping down across her back and then jumping off her far shoulder — there are no words for that.

“You’d better feed me like you promised, Mister!” Juanita chirped, “Claire will arrive at nine.”

I drank down half of the mojito, “Perfect!” I announced as I rose from the floor and walked toward the kitchen.

“Me, or the mojito?” she asked.

I smacked her beautiful bare ass, “I’ve enjoyed a lot of mojitos, Juanita, but I’ve never had a woman like you,” I told her. “Now, I’d better get busy. This promises to be quite a night!”

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