Relaxing with Zecora
Big Mac opened the door to the hut. He looked behind his shoulder before entering. He closed the door and then head towards the bed in the back. Once he sat down, he heard a rustling from behind a beaded curtain. A few seconds later, Zecora appeared. She wore a silky, shimmering gown that flowed about her as she walked. It barely covered her dark, taunt body.
“Good evening Macintosh,” She gave him a seductive smile. “I didn’t think you’d be back so quick.”
“I always come back for seconds,” Big Mac grinned as he began to unbutton his shirt. “Especially when the cooking is so good.”
“I’m flattered.”
Big Macintosh watched Zecora let her robe fall to the floor. She then sat on the bed and gave him a rough push. Once he was lying down, she proceeded to straddle him. Big Mac opened up his shirt, revealing his nicely chiseled abs. The sultry enchantress placed her hand on his chest and gently caressed him. Her touch was surprising soft and cool. Big Mac leaned back, closed his eyes and sighed at her touch.
“So strong,” Zecora said. “That makes it all the more fun to tease you.”
She reached down and pulled out a length of rope. Big Mac already knew the drill: he put his arms over his head and let himself be tied up. His mistress tied the ropes tight before returning to his chest. Zecora leaned forward and started by kissing up around his neck, slowly moving down. She felt Big Mac’s breathing and with each kiss, his breathing became quicker. She reached down and felt his little friend starting to rise; damn, she was good.
Zecora then began to caress one nipple. Big Mac shivered. Zecora traced the nipple with her lounge, kissed, lick and kissed again. This was one of her favorite things to do to him; it was rare that such a man got such pleasure from his nipples. Carefully, she took the nipple between her fingers and gave it a squeeze. Big Mac gritted his teeth; the pain was fantastic! He looked in pain but his body was tingling with pleasure.
The dark skinned beauty reached down towards Mac’s pants. His ‘little friend’ was getting feisty. Deftly, she unzipped his pants, revealing his striped boxers. But she wasn’t ready yet. Zecora inched closer towards Big Mac’s face; leaning in, she bit down on his ear. Again, Big Mac reacted to the pleasurable pain. She gave it a nice tug and nibble before going to the next one. Against her hand, Zecora felt little Mac become ready.
Now, it was time for the real fun.
Zecora pulled the boxers off and threw them to the floor. For a few seconds, she admired his package; it was large and thick but nothing she couldn’t handle. Big Macintosh blushed slightly as the ebony goddess took his shaft in her hand.
“Hot damn!” Was all he could get out.
He felt completely helpless as the pleasure took over. Zecora rubbed up and down, watching as his erect member stood at full alert. She heard her slave grunting and panting as she continued her play. Smiling, she gave his shaft a hard lick and she received a loud grunt from Macintosh. Then gently, she began to pepper it with kisses, causing the large man to pant like a dog.
“Say it.” Zecora demanded.
“Mistress, I’m yours” Big Macintosh responded.
“Again.”
“I’m—yours!” He panted.
Zecora smiled. It was time to let her slave be rewarded. She came back up, giving Big Mac a full view of her ample chest. He licked his lips as moved closer. Gosh, he wanted to suck on them so badly! Slowly, Zecora raised herself up and positioned herself. Then, she lowered herself back down.
“Oh gawd.” Big Mac breathed.
He was so ready and apparently, she was too. Had she really enjoyed herself that much? But before he could say anything, Zecora pushed forward and his ability to think became limited. It was impossible to focus while his seductive mistress drove him insane with pleasure. She rocked to and fro, her magnificent cleavage bouncing whilst she did so. Her body became shiny with sweat, drops slowly rolling down. There was no man on Earth who could resist this woman.
“M-mistress,” He managed. “I—I—“
“Don’t—speak,” She said. “Just—do it!”
That was all he needed. Big Mac climaxed, no longer able to hold back. Zecora screamed in ecstasy, her body writhing about. She threw back her head and screamed to the heavens as Big Mac grunted. Zecora caressed her body as the pleasure ran through her.
“Oh yes!” Zecora panted. “Yes, yes, yes!”
“Glad I could please you mistress.” Big Mac panted, his eyes glued to her mounds.
“Who said you’re done?” She asked.
Big Mac smiled. It was his turn.
Zecora reached over and untied the rope. Once he was free, Big Mac grabbed Zecora and pinned her down. Their lips met and they only broke free for a breath. Macintosh took in the earthy scent Zecora possessed. It was a sensual high. His hands searched until they reached her full, soft breasts. Holding them in his hands, he gave them a squeeze.
“Oh!” Zecora gasped and shivered.
Big Mac fondled the two mounds, his fingers caressing her black nipples. Zecora bit her lip, trying to suppress a whimper. He then bent down and placed his lips on one of the nipples.
“Oh my!” Zecora threw her head back. “Oh---please! D-don’t stop! Please, don’t stop!”
Big Mac didn’t need to be told twice. He continued to suck, his other hand caressing her other breast. Zecora panted, moan and gasped as her ‘slave’ continued. While she enjoyed teasing him and being in charge, she loved it when he overpowered her. Then had been many lovers in her past but Big Macintosh possessed something different. While he was wild and crazy, there was a sense of tenderness to him.
Big Macintosh continued to suck, his tongue gliding over the nipple. Once he was done, he switched breasts and started again. Zecora squirmed beneath him, her body bursting with pleasure. Her inner lips quivered, begging to be entered again.
“Oh take me!” She screamed. “Take me like those Southern fillies! Take me, I’m yours!”
That was all he needed to hear. Big Macintosh came up and bore over Zecora. He pushed himself in, sliding in gently. Zecora gasped; Big Macintosh truly lived up to his name. So large and firm! Slowly, he began to pump back and forth. Zecora gripped the covers of bed as wave after wave of pleasure entered her body. Each thrust caused her to cry out in ecstasy and her body became shiny with sweat.
“Macintosh!” She panted. “Please don’t—oh! Yes, sweet Celestia, yes!”
“Almost---there!” Macintosh managed.
Outside of the hut, the night life seemed to explode. Crickets played their songs; owls softly hooted; the lighting bugs danced about. All the while, the hut was filled with energy all its own. Two bodies moved together, filled with lust and passion. Back and forth on figure went until the other finally screamed out. With that, both collapsed in a sweaty heap, exhausted but fully satisfied.
“I don’t think I’ll be able to walk for the next few days,” Zecora huffed as she lay down. “I can barely feel them.”
“Is that a compliment?” Big Mac asked as he kissed down her neck.
“Mhm, yes,” She sighed. “You’re the only man who’s ever exhausted me!”
“Is that so?” Big Mac let one hand wander down.
“Y-yes.” Zecora gasped. “I—I—oh Macintosh! What are you—OH!”
“Yes?” He asked with a smile on his face.
“Oh sweet Celesita!” Zecora panted. “Please---I---oh!”
“Use your words.”
“Again! One last time, please! Oh I beg of you don’t stop! Take me until I can’t think straight! I want you more than anything!” She screamed.
“What’s that now?”
“You heard me,” She whispered in his ear. “Do me. Now.”
“Yes mistress.”
