Ebony Pussy Eating From The Back

The loft went quiet the way a room does when the last coworker finally leaves. Octavia, twenty-eight, stood barefoot on the rug in the pencil skirt she had worn all day, voluptuous and dark-skinned, full lips parted, a thick ass pulling the fabric tight every time she shifted her weight. Lucia, twenty-six, curvaceous and Latina, had stayed after the private after-work gathering thinned out, blouse untucked, skirt rucked on her thighs, a juicy heat already soaking the thin panties she had picked because she wanted to be noticed. They were coworkers. Months of flirting had lived in late emails, knuckles brushing over folders, Octavia's laugh dropping low when Lucia said her name. Tonight nobody was left to pretend for.

Octavia turned from the window and caught Lucia staring at her ass again. "You're not even hiding it."

"I don't want to hide it." Lucia slid off the arm of the couch and came close enough that Octavia could smell perfume and the warmer musk under it. She was sober, sharp, every nerve awake. The wine on the counter was still almost full, untouched on purpose. "I've been wet since you bent over the credenza for your bag. That skirt. That fat ass. I kept thinking about getting on my knees behind you and putting my whole face in it."

Octavia's breath hitched. "Talk."

Lucia did not soften it. "I want to bury my face in your fat ebony ass and eat your pussy from the back. I want my tongue in your cunt while your cheeks smother me. I want you dripping down my chin. I've wanted it for weeks, and I'm done pretending I only like the way you dress."

The words landed between Octavia's legs like a hand. She reached back, gripped her own ass through the skirt, and squeezed until the flesh spilled between her fingers. "Then stop talking like you're asking for later. I'm right here."

Lucia's eyes went dark. She pressed in until their breasts brushed, soft against soft, and spoke against Octavia's mouth without kissing her yet, because the filth felt better than a kiss. "I want you bent over something. Skirt up. Panties gone. I want to spread you with my hands and lick you open from behind until you're shaking and calling me nasty. I want your asshole too. All of it. You walk around the office like you don't know what that body does, and I have been sitting at my desk with my thighs squeezed, soaking through, thinking about eating you until my jaw hurts."

Octavia laughed once, low and wrecked, and the sound broke into a moan when Lucia's hand slid over the curve of her ass and gripped hard. "You're going to get exactly what you're begging for," she said. "And you're going to be loud. No more office voice. I want the version of you that wants to be face-down in my pussy."

"That's the only version left," Lucia said. Her fingers dug in. "Tell me you want my mouth."

"I want your mouth on my ebony pussy," Octavia said, clear and hot, no hesitation in it. "From the back. I want you nasty with it. Tongue, nose, spit. Say you're sure."

"I'm sure," Lucia said. "I want it. I want you. Eat me after if you want, grind on me, use my face. I don't care how filthy it gets as long as I get to taste you first."

Octavia's cunt pulsed so hard she had to shift her stance. The door was locked. Politeness was already dead.

"Take the skirt off me," Octavia said, and the order came out filthy, not polite. "Slow. I want to feel you peel it over my ass like you've been dreaming about it at your desk."

Lucia's hands shook as she found the zipper. She dragged it down, then hooked her fingers in the waistband and worked the skirt over those thick hips, inch by inch, until the fabric pooled at Octavia's ankles. Underneath, black panties clung, already dark at the crotch, the cleft of that fat ass swallowing the thin strip of cloth. Lucia groaned out loud. "Fuck. Look at you. That ass is obscene. I could live with my face buried in it."

"Then say what you're going to do to it," Octavia said. She stepped out of the skirt and bent just enough to make the cheeks swell, looking back over her shoulder, full lips wet. "Don't get shy now. You started this."

"I'm going to get on my knees and spread you," Lucia said, voice gone raw. "I'm going to pull those panties aside and put my mouth on your pussy from behind, and I'm not going to be neat about it. I'm going to spit on you. I'm going to lick your hole and your cunt and suck on you until you're dripping down my neck. I want your ass in my face so deep I can't breathe anything but you. I want you nasty and open and pushing back on my tongue like a whore who needs it."

Octavia's thighs tightened. Heat flooded her, slick and heavy. "Call me that again."

"A whore," Lucia said, and she meant it like worship. "My filthy coworker whore with the fat ebony ass I'm about to eat. Bend over. Let me see how wet that pussy is. I can smell you from here, and it's making my mouth water. My own cunt is soaked. I can feel it running. I want yours on my tongue before I even touch myself."

Octavia hooked her thumbs in the panties and dragged them down, slow, letting the string peel away from her swollen lips with a wet sound that made Lucia swear. She kicked them aside, planted her hands on the back of the couch, and bent. The position opened her completely: thick cheeks parting, dark glistening folds exposed from behind, her asshole a tight darker star above a cunt already shining. She reached back with one hand, grabbed a cheek, and spread herself wider.

"Taste me," she demanded. "Get down there and eat this pussy from the back. Don't tease. Put your face in it. I want to feel how nasty you are."

Lucia dropped. Her knees hit the rug and she didn't care. She was eye-level with everything she had been aching for, Octavia's ass filling her vision, the scent of hot aroused cunt hitting her so hard she moaned before she even touched. She gripped both thick cheeks, pulled them apart until the flesh dimpled under her fingers, and stared at the wet ebony pussy waiting for her mouth.

"God, you're dripping," she said, filthy and awed. "This pussy is gorgeous. Fat lips, all shiny, and that tight little asshole right above it. I'm going to ruin my face on you."

"Do it," Octavia said, pushing her ass back an inch, offering it. "Tongue-first. Now."

Lucia dove in. She pressed her whole face between those cheeks and dragged her tongue in one long, sloppy lick from the bottom of Octavia's cunt up over her clit-hood from behind, through the soaked folds, and all the way to her asshole. The taste hit her immediately, salty-sweet, musky, thick, and she groaned into it like she was starving. Octavia cried out, a sharp filthy sound, and her knees nearly buckled.

"Fuck, yes," Octavia gasped. "Just like that. Eat it. Don't you dare be gentle."

Lucia lost the last of her control. She flattened her tongue and lapped, messy and loud, spit mixing with the flood already leaking out of Octavia. She sucked the plump lips into her mouth one at a time, slurped, let them go with wet pops, then shoved her tongue as deep into that dripping pussy as it would go and fucked it in and out, nose buried in the cleft, cheeks smothering her. Juices smeared her chin, her lips, the bridge of her nose. She didn't wipe anything. She wanted to be covered.

"You taste so fucking good," she mumbled against the soaked flesh, then went right back in, tongue curling, licking up every drop and making more. "Nasty. So nasty. This ebony pussy is dripping all over my face. I could eat you for hours."

"Then eat," Octavia moaned, shoving her ass back harder, grinding her cunt onto Lucia's mouth like she was trying to ride the tongue. "Get in there. Lick my asshole too. I want you filthy. I want spit everywhere. Make it sloppy."

Lucia obeyed like she had been waiting her whole life for the order. She dragged her tongue up and circled the tight rim, slow at first, then nastier, spit pooling, licking broad and wet until the little hole shone. She pressed the tip against it, teasing, then pushed, working her tongue in shallow, insistent strokes while her thumb slid down and rubbed Octavia's swollen clit from underneath. Octavia's moan broke into something raw and whorish, high and helpless.

"Oh fuck, Lucia, your tongue in my ass, yes, keep it there, eat both, don't stop." She rocked, thick ass bouncing lightly against Lucia's face, pussy gushing. "You're such a nasty girl. Face-first in my ass like you belong there. Suck it. Lick it. Fuck my pussy with your fingers while you eat my hole."

Lucia slid two fingers into the dripping cunt and curled them, pumping slow and deep while her tongue kept working the rim, sloppy circles, little thrusts, spit running down to where her fingers disappeared. The sounds were obscene: wet squelches, hungry slurps, Octavia's open-mouthed moans, the couch creaking under her grip. Lucia's own panties were ruined, a soaked mess clinging to her juicy pussy, and every time Octavia pushed back she ground her thighs together and felt her clit throb.

"You're clenching on my fingers," Lucia panted, pulling back just long enough to spit directly on the shiny asshole and watch it glisten before she dove in again. "This cunt wants to cum on my face. Do it. Soak me. I want your pussy juice all over my tongue."

"Not yet," Octavia gasped, though her thighs were shaking. "I want more. I want to feel you lose it. Switch. I need to grind. I need our cunts together. Get on the couch. On your back. Panties off. I want to trib this pussy against yours until we're both a mess, and then I'm sitting on your face again from the back so you can finish what you started."

Lucia dragged her mouth off with one last filthy lick, strings of spit and arousal connecting her lips to Octavia's swollen folds, and scrambled up. She yanked her own panties down, the crotch webbed and shining, and dropped onto the couch on her back, skirt bunched at her waist, blouse open, breasts heaving. Her pussy was juicy and flushed, lips parted, clit peeking out swollen and desperate. She spread her thighs wide and reached for Octavia with both hands.

"Get on me," she said, wrecked. "Grind that fat ebony pussy on mine. I want to feel how wet you are. Clit to clit. Hard. Don't be sweet about it."

Octavia climbed over her, straddling, and lowered herself until their soaked cunts met. The first contact ripped a moan out of both of them. Hot, slippery, perfect. Octavia braced a hand on the couch back, grabbed Lucia's hip with the other, and started to grind, rolling her hips so her thick lips dragged over Lucia's, slick folds kissing, clits bumping and then catching. The friction was immediate and nasty, wet sounds filling the loft, their juices mixing into a glossy mess between them.

"Fuck, that's it," Lucia hissed, bucking up to meet her. "Harder. Rub that pussy on me. I can feel how fat and hot you are. You're dripping all over my cunt."

Octavia rode the grind like she meant to bruise them both. She planted her knees wider, ass flexing, and slammed her hips down in short, aggressive strokes, clit grinding directly against clit, slippery and relentless. Every pass sent a shock up her spine. She looked down at where they joined, dark swollen flesh smearing over Lucia's flushed, juicy pussy, both of them shining, a froth of arousal gathering at the edges.

"Look at this nasty shit," she moaned. "Our cunts sloppy together. You're so wet I can hear it. Grind up. Fuck me with that clit. I want it mean."

Lucia did. She grabbed Octavia's thick ass with both hands, spread the cheeks while she thrust up, and worked her hips in tight filthy circles, chasing the slick drag of clit on clit. Their breasts bounced. Sweat gathered at Octavia's collarbone. The couch complained under them. Lucia's head tipped back, mouth open, and she talked through it because she couldn't stop.

"Yes, ride my pussy, you gorgeous whore. Smother me with that ass later but right now grind. I can feel your hole twitching. You're close. I'm close. Don't you slow down. Rub it raw. I want us cumming all over each other."

"Not yet," Octavia gasped, even as her rhythm stuttered, pleasure coiling tight and vicious. She lifted off just enough to break the grind, both of them whining at the loss, strings of mixed slick stretching between their cunts. "Turn your head. I'm not done using your mouth. I want to cum with your tongue in me from the back, and I want you cumming while you eat it."

She swung around, clumsy with need, and straddled Lucia's face in reverse, knees on either side of Lucia's head, that thick ebony ass lowered until it hovered just above Lucia's mouth. Lucia didn't wait. She grabbed the cheeks, yanked them apart, and buried her face again, tongue plunging straight into the dripping pussy, licking up into it from below while Octavia sat back and smothered her.

"Oh fuck, yes, eat it," Octavia cried, grinding down onto the tongue, rolling her ass so Lucia's nose pressed her asshole and her mouth stayed locked on the cunt. "From the back. Just like that. Sloppy. Nasty. Get your whole tongue in my pussy."

Lucia devoured her. No rhythm left but hunger. She tongue-fucked the soaked hole in deep, greedy strokes, then flattened and lapped the folds, sucking the clit when Octavia shifted forward enough to give it to her, then went back up to rim the tight asshole with wet, filthy circles while two fingers pumped the cunt. Spit and pussy juice ran down her cheeks, into her hair, onto the cushion. She moaned into the flesh, the vibration making Octavia shake, and she reached down with her free hand to rub her own swollen clit in frantic circles, hips jerking off the couch.

Octavia fucked her face without mercy. She bounced, thick ass clapping lightly against Lucia's mouth, pushing back, spreading herself with one hand so Lucia could get deeper. "Lick my asshole. Now. While you finger me. I want to feel nasty. I want to hear you slurping."

Lucia spat, licked, pressed her tongue in as far as the tight rim would allow, and curled her fingers hard against the front wall of Octavia's pussy. The combination wrecked her. Octavia's moan went high and broken, whore-loud, and she ground down harder, chasing it.

"I'm gonna cum," she panted. "Don't stop. Eat my pussy, eat my ass, I'm right there, fuck, Lucia, your tongue—"

Lucia rubbed her own clit faster, two fingers slick with her own flood, and shoved her tongue as deep into Octavia's cunt as she could, sucking, slurping, nasty and relentless. Octavia broke. The orgasm hit violent and full-body. Her pussy clamped and gushed, a hot rush of juice flooding Lucia's mouth and chin, thighs shaking, ass pushing back so hard Lucia had to hold on. She moaned like she was being ruined, loud and raw, cumming all over Lucia's tongue, wave after wave, dripping down onto Lucia's face and neck.

The taste and the sounds shoved Lucia over with her. She came with her mouth still buried, crying out into Octavia's spasming pussy, her own cunt pulsing hard under her fingers, slick squirting over her knuckles and down her thighs. She kept licking through it, greedy, drinking what Octavia gave her, tongue fucking the aftershocks while her own hips jerked and her juices smeared the couch. They shook together, filthy and locked, Octavia riding the mouth from behind until the pleasure edged into too-much and she had to lift, gasping, strings of cum and spit shining between Lucia's swollen lips and her wrecked, glistening holes.

Lucia's face was a mess. Glossy, flushed, covered from nose to chin in Octavia's pussy, eyes blown and shining. She licked her lips and groaned. "You came all over my tongue. Fuck. I can still taste your ass. I came so hard I saw white."

Octavia turned, chest heaving, thighs streaked, and looked at the wreckage of Lucia's mouth. She grabbed Lucia by the jaw, thumb smearing the shine, and hauled her up off the cushion until they were kneeling face to face on the couch, both panting, both soaked.

"Open," she said.

Lucia opened. Octavia kissed her deep and filthy, tongue sliding in, tasting herself, pussy and spit and the faint musk of her own asshole on Lucia's mouth. Lucia kissed back just as nasty, sucking Octavia's tongue, sharing it, moaning into the wet slide. They made out like that until they had to break for air, foreheads pressed, laughing in shaky bursts because the lust had cracked open into something giddy and stunned.

"Your face," Octavia said, still breathless, wiping a thumb through the mess and licking it. "You look like you lived in my ass."

"I did," Lucia said, grinning, cunt still twitching. "And your pussy tastes even better than I imagined at my desk. We're doing this again tomorrow night. My place. I'm eating you from the back until you can't stand, and then you're grinding on me until we ruin another couch."

"Deal," Octavia said, and pulled her in for one more sloppy kiss, both of them laughing into it, sticky thighs tangled, already aching for the next time.

They had ruined each other for any mouth that wouldn't eat pussy like that, and neither of them wanted to be fixed.