The Next Level

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The Next LevelDisclaimer: this story still needs work. It’s tightly based up one of the many escapades of a happily married girlfriend of mine. She’d kill me if she knew I was sharing–names not changed because she has not innocence! Things got out of hand before a second thought could chance its way through Meisha’s mind. Instead of pumping the brakes, she decided to drop it a few gears. Once off the clutch, she slammed the gas pedal into the floor.Andre stood over Meisha, his hands on his hips, sweat beading up around his hairline while more sweat flowed like a stream between the cuts of his chiseled chest. “Get it!” he shouted down at her. “Give me three more!”Meisha rested her shoulders back against the mat and sprung her torso up towards him. Sheets of moisture clung to her body. Sweat rolled around the rims of her eyes. She hadn’t worked this hard in a session before. This wasn’t the Andre from the last six months. He was pushing her tonight. He was taking her to her limits.“Two more! Give me two more… I need you to give me two more right now!”Meisha fought through the pain, springing up almost as soon as her shoulders felt the mat again. She groaned louder on the way up, moving slower but fighting through it. She wanted to fulfill Andre’s commands.The room was hot. Humidity hung in the air. Steam seeped from the seams in the mirrors along the wall. A mist floated above Andre’s head, slightly dimming the lights. The glass door and single window out to the hallway fogged over. Shadows occasionally passed by in a blur. The small personal training space quickly turned into a sauna.Andre’s shirt didn’t make it through the last two sets. He quickly peeled it off and d****d it over a nearby bench. Meisha’s eyes tracked every movement, processing it in slow motion. She was ready to quit but seeing his body drove her to give him more.Meisha was down to a sports bra and her little workout shorts. She’d had breast implants for over a year but found she still wasn’t the type to show her body off. She wasn’t a bikini kind of girl. But that’s why she was there: she was a work in progress.Meisha’s eyes bounced back and forth between Andre’s ripped upper body and the bulge hanging beneath his athletic shorts. She swore the bulge moved on its own, and it seemed to grow bigger each time she vocalized her struggles on the way back up.“One more sit-up, baby girl!” The enthusiasm in Andre’s voice set a fire inside Meisha. Her shoulders touched the mat, now cold from all the sweat that had poured from her body. She locked her eyes on Andre’s crotch and fought her way up one last time. A loud, feline-like roar escaped her lungs as she reached the top.Andre looked at himself in the mirror on the opposite wall, still standing over Meisha, triumphantly flexing his biceps and growling like he was intimidating an opponent before competition. The sight of it was clutch.Meisha wished Andre made the move, but she had no problem scooting over into the driver’s seat so she could smash down on the gas pedal. She moved so quickly that second thoughts couldn’t organize, much less begin to reason within her.Meisha leaned closer, her eyes still on Andre’s crotch. She wrapped her arms around his thighs and pressed her cheek up against the bulge in his pants. Then she turned her face up güvenilir canlı bahis siteleri towards him, waiting for his attention.Andre’s eyes fell from his reflection and landed in Meisha’s gaze. Something sparkled in her pupils as she looked up at him. “Thank you…” she panted, still breathing hard from the workout. “Thank you so much!”That’s when the accelerator came into play. In the most spontaneous decision she’d ever made, Meisha unwrapped her arms from Andre’s thighs. Her fingers curled as they gravitated towards his waistband. She scooped beneath the elastic and rolled the front of his shorts down below his balls. His bulge fell to freedom.Andre’s eyes bucked. His lips parted a bit while he watched himself dangle a few inches from Meisha’s face. She bit her bottom lip, then licked them both before slowly leaning in. He watched as she began planting soft, juicy kisses around the swollen rim of his head.Meisha hadn’t been with a black man in years. And it wasn’t something she’d really thought about until she ran the tip of her tongue down the bottom of Andre’s cock. It was long and thick and a mocha tone that matched the rest of his sexy body. Two veins ran down the shaft, both slightly off-center, throbbing with anticipation. Meisha planted a long, juicy kiss right on the tip of Andre’s dick. Then she let her thick lips roll back as she squeezed the head of his thick cock into her mouth-mmmmm-her tongue practically hummed as he slid an inch or so in. Then she slowly pulled it back out with a pop–PH!Meisha worked Andre’s dick in and out of her mouth a few more times–mmmmm, mmmmm, mmmmm–getting a good taste of him while she looked up into his eyes. His arms hesitantly fell to his sides. He watched her suck his cock, swiping her braids aside as she picked up the pace.mmmmm, mmmmm, mmmmm, mmmmm, mmmmm…Suddenly Meisha’s phone lit up. Her ring tone ricocheted off the mirrored walls around them. Still sucking, Meisha fumbled for it with her left hand. She lifted the screen to eye-level. It was just after seven and like clockwork, her husband was calling to check in on her.Meisha ignored the call.Finding a rhythm and working only a third of Andre’s long dick into her mouth, Meisha started pumping–mmmmmm, mmmmmm, mmmmmm, mmmmmm. Andre’s head rolled back on his shoulders. His right hand reached up, taking Meisha by the back of her head. He grabbed a fistful of braids to brace himself.And as quickly as Meisha had silenced her phone, it erupted once more. She lifted the screen back up to eye-level. Her husband was trying to check in again. Andre nodded down disapprovingly but she swiped the screen towards the green arrow and quickly hit the speakerphone button.“Hellllll….” She started to answer but Andre’s dick stuffed the word back into her mouth–mmmmmm, mmmmmm, mmmmmm. Only the hum of his cock gliding across her tongue came out.“Babe?” her husband’s voice bellowed out of the tiny speaker.“I’m–mmmmmm–here–mmmmmm–babe,” Meisha slowed the pace to get some words out. She stroked Andre’s erection two more times, deeper and slower than before–mmmmmmmmmmmm, mmmmmmmmmmmm–before popping his swollen head out of her luscious lips–PH!“You still working out?” her husband asked. “It sounds like you’re busy. I thought sessions ended by güvenilir illegal bahis siteleri seven.”“Nah, baby.” Meisha said through a grin. She teased the bottom of Andre’s dick with her tongue before continuing, “Andre pushed me to my limits tonight. But that session is over.”“Andre really fucked you up then, huh?!” her husband laughed. “But seriously, he’s a little too cut up and mocha-looking-delicious to be spending all this alone time with my beautiful wife. I’m just sayin’. What happened to being in a class?”“Babe…” Meisha interrupted her husband, then paused. “You right. I know, he’s verrrrrrrrrrrrrrrry mocha-looking-delicious–mmmmmm, mmmmmm, mmmmmm, mmmmmm, mmmmmm, mmmmmm, mmmmmm–but–mmmmmm, mmmmmm, mmmmmm…” Admitting to her husband she thought Andre was hot made Meisha want to taste his dick some more. She couldn’t finish the thought. She couldn’t stop sucking him. She started pumping faster.“Babe, I think you’re breakin’ up or something. I didn’t get half of whatever you just said. You think Andre is delicious?”“Don’t be mad, baby…” mmmmm, mmmmm, mmmmm, mmmmm-PH “But I know he’s delicious–mmmmmmmmmm, mmmmmmmmmm, mmmmmmmmmm-PH!”“You know?!” her husband’s questioning seemed oblivious to the sound of her giving Andre a blowjob. “mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm-PH!” Meisha got eight or nine inches of Andre’s dick into her throat before bursting free for air. “My pussy is so wet,” she whispered up at Andre without thinking. Andre stepped around the side of Meisha, kneeling down on one knee, careful to keep his dick near her face. His hand slid between her thighs. His middle finger found her clit through her workout shorts.“mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm-PH!”“mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm-PHST!”Meisha sucked eight or nine inches of Andre into her throat again. She popped it out of her mouth, caught a deep breath and nearly pushed all eleven inches down. His cock broke free from her suction with a louder, juicier popping noise.“You wanna fuck Andre, babe?” her husband’s voice teetered between sounding threatened and being curious.“mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm-PHST!”“Are you mad at me?” she asked. “If I said I wanted Andre to fuck my tight little pussy?”“You know how I get worked up during sex, babe. How I tell you I wanna watch guys fuck you. And Andre is definitely the type of guy I’d wanna watch you fuck but we’re not havin’ sex right now and this is awkward knowing you’re, what, still in the showers after working out with him? Are you fingering yourself while thinkin’ about him?”Meisha smiled at Andre while his fingers pried their way beneath her shorts. His skin felt warm and sensual as two of his fingers found the wetness between her pussy lips.“You wanna listen to me finger myself for him?” she asked her husband.“Hmmm… Finger yourself in that shower, babe. Right now. Picture his mocha-looking-delicious muscles pressed up against you from behind. He probably has an eight inch dick and he’s lining the tip of it up with your tight little pussy hole right now.” A subtle anger flowed through the phone with her husband’s words.Andre pressed two of his fingers into Meisha’s pussy on queue. A moan slipped from her lungs. Her eyes rolled back into her skull and her back arched each time he pushed his fingers in deeper.“That’s right, güvenilir bahis şirketleri babe,” her husband went on. “Take that dick inside of you. Stretch that little pussy open for big daddy.”Meisha wrapped her mouth around Andre’s cock again, effortlessly swallowing all eleven inches while Andre fingered her and her husband spouted off details of this fantasy. “mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm-PHST!”“mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm-PHST!”“mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm-PHST!”“mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm-PHST!”Meisha took deep breaths between the deepthroats.“Take his big black dick, you dirty little bitch!” “mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm-PHST! mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm-PHST! mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm-PHST! mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm-PHST! mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm-PHST! mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm-PHST! mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm-PHST! mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm-PHST!mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm-PHST!mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm-PHST!”Meisha pumped back and forth without breaths, fucking her throat with Andre’s dick. Her body quivered and an overpowering warmth began spreading throughout her, starting near the three fingers Andre was using to fuck her pussy. She grinded back against his rhythm. An orgasm lingered off in the distance.Meisha couldn’t stand it anymore. She whipped her body around and yanked her shorts down her thighs. Andre swung around behind her in unison, lining the tip of his dick up with her. He parted her fat, wet pussy lips with the head of his cock several times, teasing his way to her hole.“Get that dick!” her husband demanded.Andre slowly inched his way inside of Meisha. A long, drawn-out moan resonated from deep within her chest.“All eight inches!” her husband continued. “Cum on his black cock!”“Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm… Oh, daddy! It’s eleven inches, babe. And it’s as fat as a soda can.” Meisha was on auto-pilot, completely unaware of what she was saying aloud. She squealed as Andre’s balls found their way to her clit for the first time. “It’s in my stomach!”“The fuck?!” her husband snapped. “What the fuck are you talkin’ about? Just finger that little pussy!”Andre backed out and in a few times. Then he started thrusting. The meat of Meisha’s ass rippled each time Andre’s pelvis clapped into her. “It’s your pussy, daddy! It’s your pussy now, Andre!” she whimpered as he pumped faster.“Get those eight inches!” her husband chimed in over the phone.“Its eleven inches!” she screamed back. The phone slipped from her fingers and landed face up near her knees. The sound of Andre’s balls pounding against Meisha’s clit near the phone was almost enough to drown out her screams. “Cum in my mouth!” she growled back at Andre over her shoulder.“I’m cumming!” her husband’s voice shouted back through the phone.“Here!” Andre yelled. Meisha swung around and took the first three shots across her forehead and left cheek. She wrapped her lips around him, letting him explode over and over again in her mouth. “MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!” she moaned as Andre’s cum gushed into the back of her throat. She ran her fingers back and forth against her clit while his cum dripped from her mouth. Then an orgasm spider-webbed it’s way throughout her body. Her eyes clenched and her pussy squirted all over the mats beneath them.“Daddy!” she yelled still with a mouthful of Andre’s cum.“Yes?” her husband’s voice came from the phone.Meisha laughed. “I’ll be home after while. I got to clean up before I leave.” Meisha began licking up the strings of cum that ran down the sides of Andre’s dick. And she hung up the phone before her husband could reply.

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