desesperada

...that night I was desperate.... with so many accounts to pay without work and no money, I didn't know what to do...I went to a bar where only a handful of old, sloppy men and poor souls were left.... I entered swaying my ass...with a very short mini skirt showing almost all of my breasts...I ordered a beer and an old man says: -I'll buy it,-and I, enraged, say clearly no, I don't need anyone to invite me anything.... encased in my own thoughts, I had no desire to get up any cock....I paid for my beer and left...I headed towards the corner of the street and sat down on the curb... ...- those thoughts are bothering you,-they said behind me...it was the decrepit old man from the bar's stool...I looked at him and asked: what do you want?... He: -nothing, just to keep you company, I noticed you were feeling bad and thought my words could help you,-he sat down next to me, I didn't even look at him or say a word of thanks....I just bent my head and started crying...inside I was thinking what to do with so many accounts... He: -cheer up, things happen for something, do you want to go get a drink alive?,-he put his hands softly on my legs and said:-, (he hugged me and I felt the warmth of my father that I missed and needed)...I gave in to his arms and found the peace I so desperately needed...after crying for a while, I got up, put my feet down, and invited him to walk...at some point there was a beautiful square that filled me with memories... I talked nonstop and felt my backpack getting lighter, before reaching the square he stopped in front of one of the city's towers and said: -do you want to go in here alive?,-I looked at him and laughed...I knew only people from good economic standing or influential people lived there...but this mister didn't look like a property owner at all, rather the concierge was better dressed than he... He: -clearly my way of dressing shows the opposite????-I looked at him when I was about to say... Something covers my lips with two fingers and he says: - Sometimes I like to escape the routine and want to be one more in life, let's go, I'll show you my world. He makes a sign and the doorman opens the door for us, and he steps out to meet me while he goes up and I watch him silently...

Conserje: Good evening, sir, enjoy your walk...

He: Yes, it was very relaxing. - He looks at me and invites me to come upstairs, extending his hand - Come on, don't be afraid...

I go up the stairs like a lady, although my outfit showed everything else, my running makeup and cheap clothes, but I looked more like a cabaret girl...

Heading towards the ascent, I ask him why he was doing what he was doing with me because he didn't tell me from the beginning...

He: If I had shown myself as I truly am, you would talk to me about my money and not about who I am. If I invited you, it was because I worried about you... I have a daughter who could be your age and it made me feel sorry for seeing you so worried... You accepted me without knowing who I am and that has pleased me - The elevator opens and I refuse to get out and he extends his hand and says - Don't tell me you're afraid of the elevator...

Me: Unfortunately, yes - He smiled timidly -

He: Come on, nothing will happen - He takes my hand and leads me towards it -

I hug him and close my eyes. The elevator stops and he says - We've arrived, come...

Behind the door, his world awaits us; he opens the door for us, greets him, and tells him that's all for today... He invites me to a drink at his bar and says that it will be comfortable soon... A minute later, he returns and I'm waiting for him in his living room with a tasty fruit juice...

He: You've made yourself comfortable...

Me: Excuse the boldness...

He: No problem, it's okay. Excuse your delay... I really need you to calm down and tell me what you need... You'll see, I'll explain... I need an assistant and if you don't mind, accepting the job would give you an advance and we could start tomorrow morning...

Me: What should I say? Could I think about it? Or do you explain better what type of work it is?

He approaches, caresses my leg, and I enjoy it. I close... My eyes and I can't resist...I feel his lips on mine and although I want to, I can't deny it.... I get wet and he separates himself.... He sits down and looks at me...I stand up, adjust my clothes, and apologize. I ask him to take me downstairs and I head towards the door.... He calls out to me, saying Come on, little one, let's talk. Be good if you're good... I respond that no, nothing he says interests me. He gets angry and takes my arm, telling me, If you've come up here and gotten wet, it means you like it. You're a slut and don't deny it. Do what I tell you and everything will be fine.... I start crying from fear, not knowing how to get away.... He takes me to a room, opens an armchair, and says Lingerie red...I'm coming...

I start undressing, the game is starting to interest me... I head towards the armchair completely naked, observe... It was the finest clothes I had ever seen. I saw them and, without wanting to, found a very delicious vibrator. I took it to my thing and started enjoying myself, finishing like a dirty pig... I head to the bathroom, clean up... Put everything back in its place and he enters... So you've enjoyed yourself alone and haven't waited for me.... He says and I'm surprised he's been watching me.... I stay mute at the bathroom door while he heads towards the bed and says Come here, little girl, show me what I want to see...

I head timidly and get next to him, standing outside the bed... He takes my hand and leads me to his member.... His member is erect, immense. I grab it with anxiety and he suddenly pulls me onto him for a tasty 69, without saying a word, I notice as if with fury opens my legs and I go crazy with pleasure, taking his trunk into my mouth and devouring it with gusto... While he takes my juices with pleasure, I'm going crazy feeling his tongue on my ass.... It was like feeling myself penetrated by a small penis and I enjoyed it....

He pulls me just in time, finishing on my face.... He leads me towards him and wipes my face clean with all sweetness. I'm about to rest against his chest and he says I'm not done yet... Come here, my little girl...

I feel like...

I let him put it in and I'm done with everything...and he keeps going without stopping...taking my Booty like a good pervert and I enjoy it even though the pain kills me but the pleasure I feel has no name...

I get on top and keep enjoying that cock that was killing me with pleasure...

He pulls out his cock filling my ass with cum...he throws me onto the bed and walks away, telling me take a bath, you dirty pig, I'll be waiting for you in the living room...

I head to the bathroom and clean every part of my body, closing my eyes and remembering each minute, I finish again in my hand one more time...I get dressed and go towards the...

Him: Sorry if I was rude, it's just that you drive me crazy...if you accept working with me, you'll be my girl, you'll have to please me whenever I want and the pay will be very good. But you have to be only mine, you'll move here and you'll always be available when I desire to please me...

Me: I accept. I love being with you...I kiss him and we fall asleep on the couch...

P/D: Sorry if it wasn't what you expected, it's just another fantasy...images are illustrative only...