Mariela lay on her back on the king-size bed, moaning in pleasure as Chad fucked her hard with his massive eight and a half inch cock. She moved her body with his, trying to match his tempo. She was never a starfish, even when she was on her back.
Chad increased the pace and intensity of the pounding he was giving her, turning Mariela's moans of pleasure to those of pain. An involuntary cry escaped her lips as she tried to keep moving her body to match the pace of the increasingly hard screwing she was receiving, the pain energizing her and getting her even more aroused. She felt herself nearing the edge. Almost there...
Mariela came hard, shrieking loudly as the waves of pleasure from her powerful orgasm flowed through her body. At the same moment, Chad shot a massive load of semen into her. The two muscular, good-looking people enjoyed their simultaneous orgasms. As he pulled out, they looked into one another's eyes and smiled.
They rolled out of Chad's bed, cleaned the fluids off their bodies, and stood next to each other beside the bed. Mariela was a raven-haired Filipina beauty with an elegant, high-cheekboned face and the archetypical dark brown Filipina skin. Her 5'6", 145-pound body combined muscularity and athleticism with a feminine hourglass figure, her waist measuring an impressively small 26 inches. Her natural 36C breasts were still firm and perky, and her heavily muscled dancer's ass was just large enough to attract attention, but not so big as to be disproportionate.
The 6'3", 225-pound Chad towered over her. His naturally athletic body had been further sculpted by years of heavy workouts, and Mariela playfully ran her fingers over his steel-hard abs, even harder than hers, then moved her hand up over his muscular chest to his bulging biceps. She loved how much bigger his arms were than her own, even though hers certainly weren't small. She also loved his nicely tanned skin. Although Chad was Caucasian, he spent enough time in the sun that he didn't look too pale next to her.
She gave him a kiss, Mariela having to stand on tiptoe because of the difference in their heights. "That was amazing as always, hun," she told her friend with benefits. "I love having you on top of and inside me. You're one of the few men strong enough to put me on my back."
Chad simply smirked in the cocky manner of a guy who knew he had what women wanted, without having to pose or fake anything. "I know, baby," he replied.
"I'll just pop in the shower to clean off a little more before going," said Mariela. "I'm seeing a couple of clients tonight. Text me soon!"
"Sure, Mari." Chad admired the view of Mariela's round, muscular brown ass as she headed towards the bathroom.
* * *
Mariela entered the elegant lobby of the Marriott Hotel and headed confidently for the elevators. Her outfit of a black miniskirt, knee-high high-heeled black leather boots, and a white blouse was sexy enough to show off her hot body, yet classy enough to make it perfectly plausible that she was just a regular businesswoman staying at the hotel. She pushed the button for the 12th floor. When the doors opened, she headed off to the room number she had memorized and knocked on the door. It was opened quickly and she stepped inside.
She smiled at the man in the room as she closed the door behind her and felt the familiar rush as he blushed a little as he smiled back. He was the same height as her in her high heels, so that meant he was about 5'10". He was cute enough, in a boyish kind of way, though not hot like Chad. That was why Chad got it for free, while this guy would have to pay.
"Hi, I'm Dean," he said. "You must be Mariela. Wow, you're even hotter than your Internet pictures. Usually it's the other way around."
She laughed. "Thanks. I get that a lot." She set her purse on the table and rolled up the sleeves of her white blouse. Stepping closer to him, she flipped her long, silky jet-black hair into his face seductively. She ran her hand across his chest, feeling his heart rate increase, then reached down and took his hand into hers. As their arms were positioned next to each other, she couldn't help comparing her wrist size with his. They looked about the same. Looking up, she noticed that Dean was making the comparison too.
"Wow," he said as he got a close-up view of her thick, heavily muscled forearm. Her very dark brown skin looked even darker than usual next to the white color of the blouse. "You've got some impressive arms for a girl."
She flipped her hair into his face again. "Thanks. I get that a lot." She looked straight into his eyes, enjoying the fact that she was the same height as him with her high heels. "Hey, want to play a little game? We agreed on $300 for the price, right? Let's arm-wrestle. If you win, I'll drop it down to $250, and if I win, it'll be $350. Deal?"
Dean thought for a moment, then said, "Deal." He sat at the table and placed his arm into position. Mariela looked at it as she sat across from him. The two forearms looked about the same size, although his wrist was probably slightly bigger, since she was wearing a black leather bracelet that covered up the thinnest part of her wrist and made her forearm look thicker. His arm had decent muscle tone, though not nearly as developed as hers, and his skin was much lighter than hers, although he was tanned enough that he obviously spent a decent amount of time in the fresh air.
Mariela felt calm and confident as she gripped his hand. She had beaten bigger guys than him. "Whenever you're ready," she said.
"Okay...ready...set...go!"
Dean came out strong, pushing with all his strength, trying to overwhelm her quickly. She was strong enough to absorb it, however, giving a little but still keeping her arm well above the table. He tried a few more surges, each one running into more and more resistance, before she turned from defense to offense. Unlike him, she simply used slow, steady pressure, relying on both her strength and her stamina. Gradually, she pushed his arm back to the starting position, then slowly downward. He didn't go down easy, making her work for it, earning some respect from her. She was beating him, but at least he could put up a fight. Finally, inevitably, his arm touched the table.
Dean sighed, clearly disappointed, but gave her a look of admiration. "You beat me fair and square." He reached into his pocket and handed her three $100 bills and a $50.
Mariela smiled at him as she put the money in her purse. "Hey, at least you were man enough to put up a fight." She stood up and removed her boots. "Enough foreplay. Let's fuck." As she spoke, she took off her blouse. She wasn't wearing a bra and her firm, round, natural 36C's were exposed immediately. Despite their size, her breasts were perky enough that she could get away with going braless. Also, unlike most other girls, Mariela had no tan lines, her tits being as dark brown as the rest of her skin.
"Definitely down with that," said Dean, taking off his shirt and unzipping his pants. He was in decent physical shape, though not heavily muscled. As he eagerly pulled off his pants and boxers, she looked at his crotch. His cock was already fully erect. About six inches, she decided, with acceptable girth as well. He wasn't big enough to be one of the "friends with benefits" she fucked for free, but he had enough that she could fuck him for money.
