IR Erotica Scoville Scale: Tastefully Wicked

Chapter One
Like all major cities around festival time Warsaw was teeming with locals and tourist alike. The warm midsummer air and the festival of Wianki had a way of lifting everyone’s sprites. The festival traces its roots to a peaceful pagan ritual where maidens would float their wreaths of herbs on the water to predict when they would be married, and to whom. Today, the event is the largest annual cultural event, covering music, a firework shows and other attractions.
Making his way through the crowded streets, Tomek noticed a strikingly beautiful Black woman walking towards him in the sea of White faces. Dressed in hip-hugger jeans and a black midriff showing off her tone midsection, there was no away she was a local. She’s a tourist, Tomek thought to himself as he quickly approached her. Suddenly she fell, the heel of her shoe had gotten caught between a crack in the sideway. The crowd parted and walked around her, leaving her to fend for herself. Without prompt Tomek gathered her purse and other belongings before turning his attention to her. Passersby spat racial slurs in Polish while he gently helped her to her feet; she smile at him with childlike innocence.

Sitting her on a bench under a storefront over hang, he kneeled before her fixing her shoe and slowly placed it on her foot. Her dark almond shaped eyes smiled into his baby blues. He wanted to say something to her but was certain she wouldn’t understand a word. He simply smiled and helped her to her feet once more.

“Dziekuje.” (Thank You) She said in perfect Polish.

Tomek face swam in disbelief as he relinquished her purse. “Excuse me. You speak Polish?”

“I am Polish.”

“So you understood what those people were saying about us a second ago?” Tomek said apologetically. He’d hoped the language barrier would have shielded her from the passing pedestrian’s comments; he would have given anything to ease the humiliation he saw in her beautiful face.

“Yes, I understood what they were saying. Maybe it wouldn’t hurt so bad if I hadn’t understood.” She gave a faint smile. “I’d better get going. Thanks again.”

He needed to make a move and fast before she walked away but he didn’t know what to say. He’d never approached a Black woman before and he didn’t want to seem too forward. “Wait,” he called out to her. She turned on heel. “Would you like to go for a cup of coffee or a drink? We can get out of this madness and talk.”
A smile of relief beamed across her face as she walked back to him. “Where did you have in mind?”

“I know this café around the corner,” he took her shopping bags as they inched along through the chaos. “By the way, my name is Tomek.”

“I’m Cecylia. Thanks again for helping me. I would still be on the ground if not for you.”

“It was no problem. What kind of man would I be if I wouldn’t have helped you? I’m sorry for those comments. People can be very rude.” Just then a stream of people rushed towards them. “Be careful, hold on to me.” She instinctively stepped behind him for protection and grabbed his waist sandwiching herself to him. He secured his arm over hers holding her in place as he cleared a path. Peeking over his shoulder, he barely make out the top of her head snuggled into his back.

“My parents moved to Poland from Ethiopia 8 years before I was born when my father accepted a fellowship at the hospital. I grew up in Poznan and now I’m a law student attending Jagiellonian University.” Cecylia explained as they sat sipping coffee in one of the city’s quaint cafes. Tomek greeted local costumers as they moved in and out of the establishment. None seemed surprised to see him sitting with a Black person; they treated her with just as much kindness as they paid him. “So what’s your story?”

“I’m 23 years old, I was born here in Warsaw, and that’s about it.” his crystal blue eyes sparkled as he smiled humbly. Not being put off so easily, Cecylia scanned his body. His tall stature, blond hair and eyes were genetic, his broad shoulders and defined chest were result of countless hours in the gym, but his somewhat devilish modesty was 100% European bad boy. She shook her head giving him a ‘you lying piece of shit’ expression. “What? Why are you looking at me like that?” he retorted trying to sound innocent of any wrong doing.

“You’re lying. Let me guess, you’re in a band.”

“You are correct.” He conceded.

“I knew it! Give me your hands,” She grabbed his hands examining them from palm to fingertip. “You play guitar but you’ve used a pick most of your life.”

“How can you tell?”

“Your fingers aren’t calloused. Beside you don’t come off as a background player such as a drummer. You want to be up front. ” She answered victoriously.

With his cover blown, Tomek concedes defeat. “You’re a very perceptive and beautiful woman. I’m a metal guitarist. If you live in Cracow what are you doing here? The majority of the festival takes part in Cracow. You’re going to miss everything.”

His comment struck a nerve. “Why would I want to be around a bunch of desperate women hoping to find their soul mate by floating a wreath on water? It’ll never happen for me. I’m too Polish for Black men and too Black for Polish men. I’m a freak.” A faint grin veiled her pain.

Her smooth brown skin appeared to glow and Tomek would have given anything at this moment to kiss her lips instead he settled for her hand. His kissed her palm tenderly and pressed it to his cheek. “You’re not a freak. You’re Polish and to the rest of the world we are freaks so consider yourself in good company.” Cecylia burst into laughter, her mood instantly lightened. She didn’t attempt to remove her hand from hold and they continued to talk, laugh and flirt for hours. The energy between them flowed effortlessly. Every time he brought his coffee cup to his lips, Cecylia imagined them kissing the side of her neck, shudder went down her spine. He tried in vain to pretend that the imprint of her hardening nipples weren’t driving him out of his mind. Their unspoken attraction for one another was palatable. With every passing moment they became more aware of the others intentions until finally someone had to make a move.

“Where are you staying tonight?” Tomek asked.

“I’m taking the train back home.”

“No you’re not. The stations and the trains are going to zoos, too crowded. I don’t want to you to leave,” he checked himself. “I don’t want you to ride the train alone. Not tonight.”

“There are no rooms available in the city. What do you expect me to do?”

“You’ll stay with me. You can have my bed and I’ll take the couch. I won’t take no for an answer. You’re staying with me.” He stood kindly offering her his arm.

“Fine, I’ll stay the night on one condition.”

“What’s that?”

“You sleep with me.” She smirked, realizing that her play on words only served to tighten the knot in his pants.

Tomek laughed in a desperate attempt to hide the fact that she’d caught him off guard. “That could be dangerous. You don’t know what you’re asking for.”

Standing on her tippy-toes, she whispered in his ear, “I think I have a pretty good idea."

Chapter Two
It was going on midnight and the crowded streets thinned as people made their way to the Vistula River. They strolled leisurely to the market for overnight toiletries and then on to his flat. It wasn’t what Cecylia expected from a metal rocker. She’d prepared herself for nude pictures adorning the space, discarded beer bottles and semi-conscience stoners lying about. What she found was a tidy modest size flat with the only call to his rocker lifestyle being his classic guitars showcased neatly on the wall.

“I’ve put your bags in the bedroom and left a bathrobe and towels on the bed for you.” He said rejoining her in the living room where she sat patiently waiting.

“Thank you,” she stood walking pass him. “I’m going to take a shower. Do you want to join me?” she called over her shoulder. Tomek covered his face with his hands in frustration.

“You’re not making this easy on me. I’m trying to be a gentlemen but I can’t if you keep saying things like that. You know that I’m attracted to you.” He followed her into the bathroom where she was undressing. Having removed her shirt revealing a flawless slender bronze body, she stood in a black bra from which perfectly formed breast spilled as she unbuttoned her jeans exposing an irresistibility firm ass. Tomek fell speechless from the doorway, watching her strip down to nothing. Her body was absolutely perfect from head to toe.

“So your answer is no, you won’t join me?” She egged him on. He went to her, taking her face in his hands, kissing and sucking her plump lips lightly. Her knees weakened; he caught her around her waist. “Oh shit.” she moaned against his hungry mouth.

“Start the shower and I’ll be right back.” Tomek said planting small kisses on her upturned lips.

Minutes later he joined her in the shower and began washing her back without prompt. He kissed the side of her neck and whispered, “Your skin is so beautiful. I am the luckiest man on earth.” He wrapped his arms around her tiny waist, hugging her from behind. She could feel his stiffening cock against her back. Her chest heaved and her pussy tightened with anticipation.

“Oh!” she moaned as one of his fingertips brushed across her swollen clit while the other massaged her erect nipple. “Keep going. That feels good.” he held her against him as he dipped his finger in and out of her tight pussy. He kissed the side of her neck until he’d worked into a frenzy and her cum covered his hand. Breathless, he held her allowing her orgasm to subside. If her pussy had the ability to suck his cock the same way it sucked his finger, Tomek knew he’d be in trouble. This woman knew what she liked.

“Are you alright?” he asked softly rubbing her pussy. She was cumming again. “Damn baby.” Slowly easing to his knees, he lifts one of her legs over his massive shoulders before lowering his mouth under her pussy where he kisses it softly. Holding her ass, he moves her hips in rhythm with his tongue licking her lips and clit. She ran her hands through his hair helplessly watching him devour her piece by piece. She groaned incoherently as she saw his tongue lapping and sucking beneath her. He had her exactly where he wanted her; mindlessly grinding his face. “Cecylia baby you taste so good. Cum for me.” He managed against her pussy lips. Sticking a finger into her, he continued feeding, running circle around her tiny clit.

“Oh God I’m cumming.” She shook, screamed and panted; his grasping control of her ass limited her movement as he sucked her mercilessly. He kissed her inner thigh allowing her to regain her senses. “Whoa! Wait, I can form a proper sentence.” 

Amused, Tomek rose to his feet and kissed her sincerely. “I’m glad you’re happy. Finish up in here and I’ll see you in bed.

Minutes later she emerged from the bathroom wrapped in his robe to find him reclining in bed watching television where she joined him under the covers. He took her into his arms kissing her head softly as she rest on his chest.

“Thank you. That was amazing.” She kissed his chest.

“It was my pleasure. You’re sexy as hell. I should be thanking you. I don’t want you thinking I’ve taken advantage of you.”

“I don’t think that at all. That never entered my mind. You were the only person that made eye contact with me all day. I saw you walking towards me. You didn’t come off like a massive twat so I figured you were a decent person.” She chuckled.

“Well, thank you, I think. I guess it’s a good thing my massive twat days are behind me. Was that your idea of a compliment?” he joked.

“Yes, it was. My head is still swimming from what you did to me in the shower so you'll have to forgive me.”
He aligned himself on top of her. “Well, I’d planned on trying to put your ass through the mattress tonight but maybe I should rethink that decision. I wouldn’t want to end up in a WWE chain match with you. You have no filter at all do you?” he smiled down into her dark eyes. She was the most gorgeous creature he’s set eyes on.

“None, which will come in handy seeing that I’m going to be a lawyer.” She kissed his soft lips.

“You are a remarkable woman. How men have overlooked you…I just don’t know. You have no filter but you are remarkable.”
“Well it’s just your luck you only have to put up with me for one night. Then you can throw me back out into the pond for other unwitting victims.”

“I don’t want to think about that.” He thumbed her cheek and lower lips before taking procession of her lips, gently diving into her mouth. She released a low moan of pleasure as she felt his hand untie her robe and caress eager breast. Taking her reaction as a queue, he removed her robe uncovering her smooth brown body. He took her nipple into his mouth, sucking, flicking and licking between her large mounds. She arched slightly asking him for more. “Calm down. We’ll get there.”

“Do you want me to beg? Oh that feels good.” she panted.

“You don’t have to beg. I promise, you can have everything you want.” He said sliding his cock between her wet pussy lips. She jerked from the exquisite rush of thickness moving inside of her but she could only spread her legs so far; her petite body was dwarfed by his muscular bulk. If he wasn’t careful he would rip her apart. Whether it was the heat of passion or a death wish, she begged for more. “Baby, I can’t. I don’t want to hurt you.” He thrust into her weeping pussy.

“Please. Please more. Harder.” She pleaded into his eyes. “I can take it. Oh God, I wanna cum.” With that he drove into to her harder and faster until her orgasmic pussy choked his cock, sucking it viciously.

“Oh shit!” Tomek screamed. Her juice soaked the sheet below as he pumped her tight hole with new found fervor given her little time to recover her last orgasm. Clearly he’d misjudged her stamina. She wasn’t going to tap out anytime soon and neither was he. She pulled at his back bringing him closer to her. He slowed his thrust to something a little less murderous, kissing her tenderly. “God, you’re stunning. Are you alright?” he said admiring her angelic face beaming up at him.

“Never better.”

“Good, I don’t want to hurt you.” In one fluid move he flipped her on top of him while still securely embedded. She held on for dear life. “You’re not going anywhere. I got you.” Slowly she began moving up and down his large shaft, her pussy massaging every inch of his cock. Cupping her ass, he held her close; she wrapped her arms around his neck and rocked into him, doing her best to wear him out bit-by-bit. Her breathing quickened as he thrust upward. Everything about her excited him, the smell of her skin, the way she moved, the melodic sound of her voice, but nothing more so than him catching a glimpse of their body enveloped in one another's in the mirror sitting atop the dresser in front of him. Seeing her delicate caramel body intertwined with his creamy white skin as she called out to him repeatedly was all he could take.

“Baby, I’m about cum.” He said against her lips. He could feel her legs begin to tremble, she was cumming.

“Don’t stop. Cum in me.” She panted, increasing her thrust, working him over.

“Oh fuck, I’m cumming.” They held each other as she milked every drop he had to offer and then some. Thoughtfully draining him dry while her orgasm over took her. They steadily calmed themselves, silently roped in the others embrace.

This was a first for the both of them. Neither had ever slept with a person outside of their race and neither had ever had sex without a condom. It didn’t matter. Gone were the painful events of the day. All that mattered was the warmth and peacefulness that cocooned them at this very moment. What tomorrow would bring for them was yet to be known even unto them.