Menina
Copyright© 2025 by Fofo Xuxu
Chapter 8
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 8 - In a steamy region of Brazil, a man and a girl are left to themselves, which quickly turns into a frolicking adventure. Congenial ties and mutual trust clear the way for curiosity and lust to forge erotic thoughts, bawdy conversations, inappropriate acts, and eventually forbidden love. It is an exotic drama based on real places, recognizable personalities, and the anecdotes of a secret pornographer.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/ft Consensual Romantic Heterosexual Fiction True Story School Cheating InLaws Light Bond Spanking Interracial Exhibitionism First Oral Sex Small Breasts Nudism Prostitution Slow
Still in the doggy position, writhing and presenting me her naked ass, I was sure that the piece we had purchased at the Dollhouse covered not only her mons but part of her cheeky globes.
“You like it?” Menina asked, pushing her butt at me and giving me a lovely view of her twat.
“Who wouldn’t?” I thought.
“Come here, little doggy,” I patted my thigh authoritatively to send a clear signal of who was the top dog. She swung around briskly and slowly crawled toward me, stopping when she saw my stiff, crimson-tipped cock intensely pointing at her from under my towel.
“Tio... oooo, your pau... it’s enormous and drooling again.”
“He’s showing his appreciation for your beautiful performance.” She feigned a giggle at my use of a pronoun to refer to my cock, as if it had a distinct personality, which it did increasingly with her around. But the dental floss thong intrigued me.
“Menina, you didn’t answer me. Is that the piece we bought at the boutique?”
“No, the salesgirl must have made a mistake and packed the wrong one,” she squirmed uneasily, her eyes still fixed on my cock like a beagle ready to pounce and play.
“Is it too tight on you?” I asked, admiring the Paris Collection item and promising myself to check out the collection the next time I’m near the Dollhouse.
“No ... but when I move ... the string rubs me down here...,” she tried to explain between breaths, “ ... and there,” she gestured to her cuzinho, little butt hole.
“Come closer ... let me see!” I told her. She turned around and offered me her cheeky globes.
I tugged at the string and was surprised that it was tight like the string on a bow. It ran from the top of her slit, through her gash, and snaked its way between her cheeks, embedding itself in the crack of her butt, drawn tight against her cute little back door.
“I have never seen a G-string before,” I said, running a finger along its length before tugging it and giving her a playful wedgie.
”Vixe, tio!” She jumped, surprised by my brash, boyish behavior.
“I couldn’t help it.” I apologized and told her to turn around.
“So, tio, can I keep it?”
“Well, I’m almost positive the boutique doesn’t accept returns. So, yes, but what will you tell your mom if she finds it?”
A long breath escaped Menina’s lips, and I took it as a sign of uncertainty. She thought for a moment. “I’ll think of something,” she assured me.
I rose to my feet and slinked toward her like a jungle cat to embrace her. As I leaned into her, the towel fell to the floor, and my cock poked her belly like a cattle prod, leaving a wet, shiny mark. She twitched on contact, and her hands clasped the bad boy.
“Wow, vara dura,” she gasped, feeling my hard rod. I wrapped my left arm around her and pulled her into me, simultaneously hooking an improvised leash to the choker. The only thing she noticed was my hardness slipping, the tip stopping short of her navel. It tickled, and she giggled.
I should have asked the salesgirl if indeed she had a leash or something similar that could be attached to the ring on the choker. It was a missed opportunity, but as we were heading home, with my hand busy stroking the soft inside of her thigh, I remembered where I had put away a red nylon cord and some snap hooks left over from making an indoor clothesline. I cut a 2-meter-long piece, tied a hook to one end, and hid it behind my back on the recliner, hoping she wouldn’t see it.
When Menina realized what I had done, her eyes sparkled with youthful spunk and vitality. Her cheeks were slightly flushed, and she snickered again. “What are you doing?”
“Close your eyes,” I said and gave the leash a little tug to remind her that she was my quarry, my submissive.
She took a half step away from me and suddenly felt a wave of apprehension, mixed with a hint of excitement. “What are you going to do, tio?”
“Do you trust me?” I said and pulled the leash snugly.
“Yes,” she whispered, and I led her like a bridled filly down the dim hallway to the master bedroom. In the near darkness, she hung her head demurely and folded her hands over the ruby red butterfly covering her pubic mound. My cock was hard and waving freely. For her.
Stepping to the foot of the bed, I slackened the leash. “Give me the G-string,” I said huskily.
“Why?”
I put my finger between her titties and ran it slowly down her front, once around her belly button, and finally stopped at the hem of her G-string. “Still disobedient, hein?” I stared at her menacingly. “Besides, you look better without it,” I explained.
I wanted her to know what happens to a girl when she arouses a man. A psycho pervert would already have ripped off her clothes and taken her by force. I was not a pervert, not rushing into this.
She did not move; her body was tense, flushed with intense anticipation.
Leaning into her, I hooked a finger in the string and whispered calmly, “I want you wearing nothing!”
She blinked and, with both hands, pushed the piece down to her ankles, stepped out of it, and handed it to me.
”Menina obediente,” I said, taking it and holding it to my nose. “Now, hop on the bed,” I said, giving the leash another tug in the direction of the bed.
I watched her crawl on all fours to the middle of the bed, catching a glimpse of that picture-perfect twat just below her brown star. She sank into the mattress, facing me, her wet ruby-red lips flaring. I got onto the bed and between her legs, running my eyes over her, gazing at her titties capped by erect, pink nipples, studying the flat abdomen dipping into the hairless triangle between her thighs, searching, finding, moving quickly. Her mouth opened slightly as she looked down at me, staring at my raging cock, hovering, coming for her. My cock throbbed, bobbing to the rhythm of my heartbeat. It was pointing right at her. She looked at it fearfully, and, like a bird staring hypnotized at a cobra ready to strike, was unable to look away.
I leaned down, kissing the tender inside of her thighs, slowly leaving a trail of saliva with the tip of my tongue, heading northward, coming dangerously within inches of her pussy. This close, Menina had her own individual aroma, a unique signature, a mix of her virgin sex, of peach-scented soap, and whatever body lotion she used. This was the smell of Menina, an aphrodisiac burned into my brain.
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