my fingers lowered the business card into the electronic slot of the lock, the click sounded like a shot in silence, my heart drummed and I stopped breathing with fear, but after a second I took a step in front.

The room was dark, I cautiously walked through a small corridor, the door to the room was open, took off my shoes, and went barefoot into the only room. Eyes have long been accustomed to the dark, on a white sheet, his dark figure fell like a shadow. She froze and listened, even breathing, his even breathing, but not mine, I had difficulty breathing and forcing myself to do it.

What am I doing here? I came to this stranger myself and why? I knew why, but I still asked myself what I was doing here, but I didn’t want to hear the answer. I carefully removed my dress. Now I stood naked in front of his bed, in front of a strange man, and now I knew exactly what I wanted, I wanted him. I stood for a minute watching him sleep, calmed down, it seemed to me that he was looking at me, looking at my body, on my chest, shoulders, stomach and pubis, it became embarrassing and then I noticed that I was covering my pubic hands. I let go of my hands, it was hard for me, but it became easier. The alien man and I came to him myself and now I want to cuddle up to him, cuddle, and give him all of myself, I don't know who he is, but I allow myself to do everything with myself, literally everything, I want it, I really want it.

She went to the bed, slightly threw off the coverlet to the side, he slept naked as if waiting for me, probably knew that I would come. I stooped and kissed him on the shoulder, he did not move, ran his hand over his back, my fingers glowed against his black skin. Why is he so dark, I could hardly see him, tried to look, but after a minute my eyes ached from the tension, and I closed them. I kissed his back, hands, neck, buttocks, his skin smelled like an unknown smell to me, I tried to catch this unknown fragrance, but I could not compare it to anything, it was not known to me.

In the groin twisted, I squeezed, the feeling was heavy, somewhere in the inside everything sank and squeezed juice requiring sex, I parted my knees on a wider, with a finger held wet lips, momentarily stopped, what a pleasant feeling. Again, everything twisted in my stomach again, I bent, stretched out my hands and touching my lips began to greedily kiss his body.

He slept, slept treacherously, I wanted him to wake up, but at the same time I was afraid of it, terribly afraid and when he moved I almost screamed and did not jump off the bed. He rolled onto his back, as if he knew what I needed, without thinking for a long time, I stooped and kissed his penis, and then again and again, I could not stop, and as a professional prostitute took him in her mouth and pressed her lips with his lips. I never took the penis of my husband in my mouth, I was ashamed of how I would look into his eyes, but not now. Edmond slept and slept soundly, his brain slept, but not his body, in my hands his penis became hard, he grew and continued to grow, in a minute he did not fit in my hand, I could not embrace him and was afraid to even think what he is huge and fat, but it intrigued me. I read and heard from my friends that the blacks have big cocks, but I didn’t expect that they were not so huge, I was even scared and now I wanted him not to wake up.

I continued to caress his lips, but he no longer fit in my mouth, I was afraid to hurt him and just began to lick him. If anyone saw me now, I thought that I was a whore, but I was now a whore, a depraved and lustful whore, a cheating wife, with one desire to sit on this huge stake of the male. I threw my leg over him, slightly rose to my feet, took his penis and holding it with my fingers began to lower my body on him.The head touched my swollen jaws, I froze, tried to push my lips wide apart with one hand, but it didn’t succeed, I sat down a little, it wasn’t comfortable, my legs started to tremble a little, I couldn’t stand it for so long. In the groin, everything drove from a premonition, I sat down, the head stuck in the lips, even slightly lowered the body. The head rested, and now I could and the penis could not fall anywhere, I could calmly spread my lips together with both hands and sit down at the same time.

- Oh ... - I squeezed out of myself.

From what I said scared and froze, his cock shuddered and seemed to continue to look for a way into my female, hungry womb. Having plucked up courage, I began to squat.

- Ay ... - I whispered.

As far as he was huge, I felt it with all my body, sinking lower and lower, he slowly moved my flesh apart, at some point I was afraid for myself, but did not stop and continued to descend allowing it to go deeper and deeper .

It was not torture, but pleasure, I felt him, felt wide-open lips, I felt in my gut, somewhere in the depths of myself, and the further he was absorbed by me the more I wanted it. I went down slowly and for a long time, but it was worth it, I don’t know why, but I felt triumph, joy and just female joy from being able to let it in me.

He went all over and stuck inside me somewhere inside, but I didn’t feel pain, surprisingly, he went all in, for a moment I was surprised by this, and then I slightly raised my hips and lowered.

- Ahhh ... - restraining myself, I whispered.

Inside everything was burning, my chest was burning, and my nipples ached from the strain, I stood up and sank.

“Oh mummy ...” I said in a whisper, it was all the same whether he woke up or not.

I did my dance slowly, it was easier to climb, but sitting on his penis was still not that difficult, but very weary, all my nerves were tense, they rang like glass, and I tried not to break anything. And yet I sometimes did not restrain myself and it was like a volcano, an explosion and an eruption, then a lull, and again an explosion and an eruption. I do not remember when it started, but it seemed that the sperm was all flowing and flowing into me, everything inside my stomach swelled, swelled, as soon as I moved a little, how the next eruption began. And I liked it terribly, I lifted my hips, for another moment I froze and fell, a huge pump threw out another portion of white, thick, sticky, animal-like smell, liquid. It seemed to eruption, there will be no end.

I looked at the sleeping black man and hardly remembered his name, sometimes I asked who he was, went down on his penis, shuddered all over, compressed in the inside, stopped breathing and only felt from inside. I can not stand it, I can no longer do this, I can no longer tolerate and restrain myself. These were probably the last thoughts that I remember sensibly. I was scared for myself, I just could not hold back my feelings anymore. Lowering the body as low as possible, feeling how his huge penis pierced me, opening my mouth for fear and holding it in fear, I jumped off its member. The explosion of the inside. I collapsed, my legs did not hold me, sliding along the bed, I stretched out on the floor, my fingers eagerly clung to the pubis and pressed on the clitoris.

- Aaaa ... - I squeezed my mouth tightly with my palm, squeezed my eyes as if it would help, I was scared myself.

In convulsions of a female orgasm, the body began to beat on the floor, the woman opened her mouth wide open in the hope of taking a breath of air, but her body muscles were cramped and did not allow her lungs to take a sip. Her eyes fell out of orbit and waving their hands she tried to grab at least for something, but her fingers slid helplessly across the floor leaving marks on the carpet. Her chest was thrown from side to side, she hissed, finally, her hand lay on her pubis, her fingers clenched, the woman writhed and, like a burning sheet, began to curl.

“Ao ..., Aoooo, ...,” her weakening lungs emitted.

Her hands were twitching, her breasts were trembling, as if she were sobbing, and with each exhalation she let out more and more quietly the air. A minute later her body subsided, she turned over on her side, clasped her knees with her hands and fell silent.There was complete silence. The female body lay on the floor, she could barely breathe, her eyes were open, she did not understand, did not know where she was and what happened to her, she just lay and was afraid to move. Ten minutes passed, she was afraid to move, she understood that she was naked, lying on the floor, and that her whole body was aching and overstraining, but she also felt a sense of pleasure, that part of female pleasure that happens only after sex, sex, sex.

A few more minutes passed and her memory began to return to her, she realized where, with whom, when and why. In a fright, she raised her head and looked at the bed. The man was asleep, she looked closer, and he continued to sleep, just as when she entered. She crouched down. Between her legs was wet and sticky, running her hand over swollen lips, she sniffed her fingers, the smell of sperm persisted. Spreading her legs, she looked, a yellowish liquid flowed out of her, sperm flowed out slowly, the woman bent her knees and spread them wider, giving the opportunity to quietly flow to the sperm.

Five minutes or more passed, it was quiet, she heard Edmond's sleeping sniff, was glad that he was sleeping, and if he was asleep, it didn’t matter, she had time to rest, realize what had happened and now she was pleased to feel her body how the muscles weakened, how the tension subsided and the body literally floated above the soft carpet. She felt feminine satisfaction. Silently getting up, not turning on the light, she went to the bathroom, returned, there were bedlam on the bed, everything was scattered, a black naked man continued to sleep. The woman wore a dress and was about to leave, but stopped, walked over to the sleeping man, gently bent down and kissed his cheek. She left a business card from the room on the bedside table, now she doesn't need it.

She walked slowly along the corridor of the hotel, it was quiet and sleepy, only somewhere else there was music playing at the bottom, but she was barely audible, it seemed she listened, but she did play. It was with her at first, probably everything at first happens sooner or later, but she didn’t feel sorry, and was even happy about it. After sitting a bit in the hall and putting her thoughts in order, the woman got up, walked over to the black window, smiled to herself and only when she heard footsteps at the bottom turned and walked. Stopped the elevator. She waited until a girl with a disheveled hairstyle came out, it was Alena, a girl who celebrated their wedding anniversary with her husband, she smiled at her, wished good night, went into the elevator and pressed the 4th floor.

Dreams, what happens to us at this moment? No, it is not from the point of view of physiology that our intelligent organism regenerates and produces there, but from the point of view of emotions and memory. Maybe this dream is in truth the continuation of reality or the continuation of that imaginary reality, which in other ways will never come, our fantasies, our thoughts about what is not, and can not be. What is still a dream? The woman walked along a long, dimly lit hall and unbuttoned the buttons of her blouse as she went. Her chest swayed to the beat of her walk, she thought about something and was surprised that she had already approached her room, she opened the door, and without turning around went into the room. A faint click and the door closed tight. There was no one in the room, the calm in the shower made her smile, she spun on the spot, threw the unused blouse on the chair and fell on the bed.

Elena Strizh © (2015)