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a rubber?

    “You want me to come in your ass, Mami?”
    “Yes, yes, I want you to. No, no, wait,” I say, changing my mind.
    He pulls his cock out of me abruptly. He pushes me down and then turns me over on the bed. Now all my weight is on my tied hands and he’s on top of me.
    “You rich white ladies always want to flirt with fire. Why is that, Mami?”
    His cock is still rock hard and it’s planted between our bellies, slippery and thick. He kisses my mouth. “You’re not answering me,” he says. “Can I come in your mouth?”
    My world is still a dark, sightless place, but it’s filled with such exquisite sensations. “Yes,” I say, out of breath. “Come in my mouth.”
    I feel him shift his weight over me. I feel the head of his cock at my parted lips. The terrible taste of latex smothered in lube is instantly overpowering and he laughs. He’s wearing a rubber. “Surprise,” he says. “Yummy, isn’t it?”
    And then he’s off me. For a moment, I’m lying there, panting, listening. What is he doing now? It sounds like he’s slicking his dick with more lube.
    Then he’s back between my legs, his hands gripping my ankles, lifting them up, pushing them higher, lifting my ass off the bed. The pressure of my own weight is finally off my tied hands, but my knees are practically to my shoulders now. It’s not very comfortable.
    With little effort, he works his cock back in my ass and with ease my hole opens to take it balls deep again. God it feels good to get filled up with him. He fucks me for all he’s worth now. As much as I liked the fantasy of feeling his spunk seep out of my hole later tonight at that dinner party, I know this is the better way. I don’t know him at all, really. I don’t know who he’s been in his life, or who he’s been with. But I want to know his secrets, I really do.

    “Enrique,” I cry quietly. My face is buried in his muscular chest as he fucks me.
    “Yes, Mami?”
    I want to say: I love you, tell me who you are. I want to know who you are. But instead, I say, “Fuck me, fuck my ass, Papi.”
    “Don’t you worry, Boo, that’s just what I’m doing.”
    Then just when it feels like my hole is stretched raw and can’t take another minute more of his relentless pumping, his entire body goes rigid. His heavy weight is smothering me. I feel crushed, but I know he’s coming. My ears are filled with the sounds of his consuming lust. The whole dark room takes on the sound of his urgency. His hips jerk against my hole in quick, hard thrusts. And then he becomes dead weight, falling on me.
    “Jesus,” he says, catching his breath.
    I’m buried, motionless, impaled underneath his two-hundred-pound frame.
    When he pulls his dick out of me, he says, “Was that good for you, Mami?”
    I say yes.
    “I think I know what Mami needs now.” He helps me to sit up on the bed and then the wine bottle is at my lips. I take a couple swallows. “Let’s clean you up,” he says. “Our hour is almost up.”
    I can feel him sliding my high heels back on my feet. With his body off me now the room is once again freezing. I’m getting my bearings but the world is still dark.
    He leads me across the room. I follow in halting steps. My legs are aching. The room feels even colder than it did before. My high heels hit porcelain tiles. We’re in the bathroom. He’s switched on the light. I can tell this because there’s a sudden slight buzzing overhead from some kind of an electric fixture. The sink water is running.

    “Sit down, Mami,” he says, guiding me onto the toilet. It’s ice cold.
    “Jesus!” I cry out.
    He chooses that moment to slip the blindfold off me. Immediately my eyes fill with the sight of his handsome Latino face, so full of warmth, of secrets, of hesitant compassion. I see now that the bathroom is tiny, garishly lit by one faintly flickering fluorescent tube. The walls are covered with graffiti. The shower curtain is torn and hanging uselessly on the shower