Persian Salts & Secrets

The scent of exotic spices hung heavy in the air, a strange counterpoint to the humid heat radiating from the porcelain tub. Anne had been indulging in a rare moment of solitude, a stolen hour of pleasure after a particularly draining day at the office. The small, unassuming bottle of bath salts, purchased from a dusty opportunity shop for just two dollars, had been sitting on the edge of the tub, its aged glass hinting at a forgotten past. Now, the contents swirled within the warm water, releasing a heady aroma of vanilla and something deeper, something primal. Orange and blue hues pulsed above the surface, tiny bubbles tickling her skin as she drifted into a state of blissful relaxation.

Her husband, Mark, was out with friends, and the thought of this quiet indulgence had been a welcome respite. As she slipped beneath the surface, a strange sensation began to creep over her, a tingling that spread from her toes to the tips of her hair. The bubbles intensified, morphing into a swirling vortex of color, and a figure began to materialize from the depths of the water.

It was a man, tall and imposing, clad in a perfectly tailored suit. His dark skin gleamed under the bathroom lights, and his movements were graceful, almost predatory. He wore a crisp, well-ironed dress shirt, a rich blue silk tie, and polished leather shoes, radiating an aura of power and confidence. As he stepped out of the water, Anne felt a jolt of something akin to panic, quickly followed by an exhilarating rush of anticipation. She hadn't consciously desired this, hadn't fantasized about a man like this, but the pull was undeniable.

“Don’t be alarmed,” he said, his voice a silken murmur that seemed to vibrate through the room. “My name is Tyrone, and I am here at your request.” He paused, letting his gaze sweep over her, taking in every detail of her form. “It seems you’ve been harboring some rather potent fantasies, my dear.”

Anne’s heart hammered against her ribs, a frantic drumbeat against the rising tide of desire. She stammered, unable to articulate the sudden surge of emotion that threatened to overwhelm her. “I didn’t…” she managed to whisper, her voice barely audible. The truth was, she had long been captivated by the image of powerful, dark-skinned men, and this stranger fulfilled every single one of her secret longings.

Tyrone, as if sensing her distress, slowly began to disrobe, a deliberate display of sensuality that only intensified her arousal. He removed his tie, his shoes, his socks, and finally, his shirt, revealing a physique that could only be described as magnificent. Six-pack abs rippled beneath his skin, and his arms were thick and powerful. As he removed his trousers, the outline of his impressive penis became visible, a dark, glistening testament to his virility. Anne found herself mesmerized, lost in the sheer perfection of his form. She’d spent countless nights lost in the pages of erotic magazines, fantasizing about such a specimen. The reality was even more intoxicating.

“Do you want me to remove my underwear?” he asked, his voice laced with a playful challenge. Anne nodded, unable to tear her eyes away from the captivating display. As he stripped down to his skin, the heat in the room seemed to intensify, fueled by the building tension between them. The steam rising from the water clung to his skin, creating a glistening sheen that amplified his already impressive physique.

He moved to the edge of the tub, settling next to her with an air of casual dominance. Gently folded his clothes as he removed them, he then undid his belt and removed his trousers. Anne could make out the outline of his impressive penis. There were times when her hubby was out that Anne would look at erotic pictures of black men. She loved their bodies and often wondered what it would be like to touch a large penis.

“Is this what you want to see?” he asked, a knowing smirk playing on his lips. “I am here for your pleasure. So I will do anything you like,” he added, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

“I want you in my mouth,” she stammered, her voice trembling with anticipation. As Tyrone moved closer, Anne felt a primal instinct take over, a desperate need to taste and possess. She spun in the bath, positioning herself to make the most of the opportunity. The scent of cinnamon and coconut filled her senses as she opened her mouth, eager to receive his gift.

Tyrone licked the shaft and then the head in her mouth. It tasted of cinnamon and coconut. Tyrone moaned with pleasure as she began to worship his cock. She loved to hear his deep moans. As she explored his body with her tongue, she felt her arousal escalate, her body beginning to tremble with anticipation.

Anne slipped out of the bath, her skin tingling with goosebumps. She felt an overwhelming urge to pleasure him, to reciprocate his dominance. As she moved closer, she could feel his muscles tense beneath her touch, responding to her advances.

She could feel him harden. His cock began to throb in her mouth. She was engrossed in sucking him when he lifted her and kissed her.

His lips were thick, and his tongue invited her. They were magical. His passionate kiss entrapped her, and his tongue danced with hers. As he kissed her, his firm hands embraced her, entangled and explored her.

His mouth snaked its way to her breasts and sucked in one after the other. He was kissing and sucking her, licking and nibbling her nipples. Anne was so wet. Her pussy was beating in time with his sucking.

She felt his hands transverse her body. It was like there were many hands on her. One hand was in her hair and another on her buttock, whilst another was parting her labia. His fingers explored inside her. Her clit felt swollen.

Tyrone slipped down off the wall and took her swollen cunt in her mouth, consuming it. His tongue seemed to lengthen as it reached deep inside her. It licked all of her and around her clit. He seemed to know her sensitivities. Then his whole mouth surrounded her and sucked warm pulsation over her.

“Fuck…Fuck….” Anne cried out as a wave of orgasms swept across her body, soaking Tyrone in the process.

“Hmmm…you are delicious” he countered, as he slid two of thick fingers deep inside her.

He waited to feel the orgasms contract, and then he slipped out. By now, Tyrone had his back on the wall and was sitting on the floor. Anne had been wildly fucking his face. She had never done that before. He looked at her in her eyes and whispered, “I want to fuck you.”

His large hands lifted her to the top of his upright, thick manhood. She felt the head at the entrance. He looked into her eyes as he slowly lowered her onto him. At first, she panicked as she had never had anything so large inside her.

Tyrone whispered to her as he slowly slid deep inside her. She felt her pussy stretch and fill. He pushed his manhood deeper. She could feel all of him. He hit her ceiling and stopped. His cock throbbed inside her, and she started to move on him.

He slowly started to lift her, fucking her. She groaned a guttural animal noise as he started to increase his movements. His cock was a perfect shape to pleasure her. His hands guided her. He kissed her as she came on him. Her pleasure was endless. She kissed him until her body finally stopped convulsing.

Are you going to cum in me?” Anne asked.

Just at that moment, her canines bit into his neck and he moaned in pleasure pumping everything he had into her. Her husband smiled at her. “Your wish is my command.”

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