REAL STORIES - CHAPTER II. (Names have been changed)
That night I was playing Independiente, the Red of my loves, one of those crazy games from some summer cup, in Mar del Plata or Mendoza, I don't remember. I had finished eating –a lame dinner, like almost always-, served myself a good whisky and sat comfortably on my couch with my cigarettes at hand to watch the game on TV.
End of the first half. Zero to zero. The ball never reached either of the two goals. Boring. On the rat-infested table next to the car keys and beside my feet, was the wallet. It seemed like it was calling me. I accepted the invitation. Turned off the television, put on some music –to create a good climate I chose something from smooth-jazz-, approached the phone and dialed the number that was barely legible on that old and wrinkled receipt. Entering was easy but tedious, had to give a fake name and listen to a long series of instructions for managing the chat.
As the Gallego had anticipated, all sorts of characters paraded by, nothing interested me. What was I looking for? I didn't know, the only thing that was clear was that I wanted to get her soon. Immediately I heard Claudia, her worn-out voice that reminded me of Varela woke up all my rats, I didn't think, marked 4 for a personal chat. The wait for the response seemed endless although I think it had only been a couple of minutes, which I used to rush and grab some ice cubes and refill my scotch glass. Suddenly there was silence on the line...
-Hello, hello... -I said like calling for help because I was afraid it had cut off-. Slut mother, it cut off!
-Hi. No, loquito, it didn't cut off, I'm here –they responded-
-Claudia?
-Yes, hi, good evening.
-Good evening, by the way –I advanced to give optimism to the contact. Believe me, I was listening and imagining speaking with Varela- What were you doing?
-Nothing, just smoking a little, drinking a whisky and now talking to you.
Her rough voice, of cigarette smoke and alcohol, it was heating me up a lot, her attitude even more so, and that she liked whisky, it made her the woman of my dreams at that moment... If only I had a good pair of boobs...
-Can you believe I was exactly in the same situation? –I said very enthusiastically.
-Great! We're off to a good start. Tell me about yourself...
And so the presentation chat continued for a nice long time, very pleasant. When I went for my fourth glass of whisky, I already knew that Claudia lived in La Plata, 48 years old, married young, divorced, with three daughters, the youngest living with her. She was from a good economic position, working as an executive secretary at a very important legal and accounting firm. She described herself physically as thin, tall, brunette with very short hair and good curves, according to her, a rare state for her age. She also told me that after her last childbirth she decided to get breast implants and a few more tweaks. Later, when we got closer, she told me that since her separation she hadn't been with any man, which I didn't believe and didn't care much about, and that her only commitments besides work were going to Pilates three times a week and the hairdresser every Friday, where she would style her hair, hands, and depilate completely, including her booty.
-Tell me, Clau, what are you looking for here? –I pressed-
-Sex. I want a man in bed. But not a boyfriend, much less a husband... Just a touch & go.
-I'm going to get one right now...
-Go crazy! –she laughed- It's 3 am, we're 60 kilometers away, and like all poor people tomorrow we have to go to work.
-The slut, you're right. Let's do this: I'll pass you my mail, send me a photo and I'll respond with one of mine.
We exchanged data and said goodbye until soon.
The next day I received her email with two photos and the clarification that they weren't recent, had been taken a few years or more ago. Honestly, I didn't feel very attracted. She was good-looking but I expected more. I was about to close the photos and forget about it when... Ricardo:
-Who is it?
-Claudia. I respond as if it didn't matter-.
-Is she your aunt? Introduce her!
-No, dude, I met her on the Gallego's chat. She wants a fuck but doesn't really convince me... Besides, she should travel to La Plata...
-I'd travel to Kuala Lumpur just to have a Boobs fuck in those tits. What are you waiting for, dude?
-I don't know... What do you think, shall I go?
-But come on!
-Sixty kilometers to get laid with a young girl... -I doubted-. If there are prettier and more attractive ones at home...
-But you don't have a chance of getting them... -I finished as if reading in my mind the only thing she wanted-.
That same evening I called her, proposing we meet that night. She didn't hesitate. My self-esteem was so great that I proposed she wait for me with miniskirts, which she agreed to despite saying she hadn't worn them in a long time. She proposed meeting at the rotary on Calle 13 in La Plata, where she would be waiting for me in her car so I could follow her to her house and not get lost among the diagonals, where I would leave my car and we would continue in mine.
I was waiting for her that night, a game of lights, and followed her. After walking some blocks, she stopped on the right-hand side in a fairly central area. I parked my car behind hers but far from the curb, which allowed me to have a first impression of her stunning body: she opened the car door and got out with long legs perfectly worked, and at once I could see her entire body... brunette, very short hair, incredible tits, amazing walk, and a marvellous ass.
I won't make it too long. We went to a very cozy pastry shop, with very soft armchairs. We drank whisky, a lot, enough for a memorable fart. And with all that drunkenness she asked me defiantly:
-What are you waiting for to give me a kiss? Or should I do it myself?
I kissed her lips timidly. She passed her arm behind my neck, pressing my face against hers, wrapped her tongue in my mouth, and crossed her half-naked leg over... My, softly placed her hand on my cock, stroked her thigh, and in a sigh... -I'm getting wet... I want you to fuck me... -Let's go! –I finished my drink, got up, left some bills on the table, and we left. We entered a hotel on Av. Centenario after stopping at a Shell to buy one of those energy drinks she asked for to sober up a bit. As soon as we entered the room, she collapsed onto the bed. I thought she had fainted; but no, she confessed (as if it weren't noticeable) that she was absolutely drunk and asked me to take off her clothes. I left her completely naked and asleep. After undressing myself, I sat beside the bed and gazing at that bare body put me immediately in a state of arousal. I couldn't help but start masturbating, enjoying that beautiful ass and caressing her buttocks. Trying not to wake her up, I spread her legs apart a bit, got on top of her back, and penetrated her from behind. She woke up, smiled, and surrendered. I held onto her ass for a good while. I felt like my cock was entering with great ease, indicating that this butt was already well-traveled. Her exclamations like Beast!, Ahhh, mass!, This way, this way!, and some funny Oh, my God! copied from some porn movie warmed me up even more; but the amount of Scotch flowing through my arteries, diluted in a smaller amount of blood, delayed ejaculation. She moved away, got on top of me with my back to her, took my penis firmly in one hand, and gave me a lavish blowjob. With her free hand, she caressed my testicles and anus, making my cock emulate the Bonner greater than the Fragata Libertad. She crossed a leg over my head, adjusting herself for a '69'. Her pussy - like her entire body - was perfectly depilated. It was soft, fleshy, with wide lips. Taking her ass between my hands, I started licking it, passing my tongue smoothly over her clitoris or introducing it into her deep vagina, playing in her interior. I felt successive vibrations in her. As if my body was being traversed by a weak electric current. The voltage seemed to be increasing until it finally poured onto my face a long and powerful jet of hot liquid that emanated from her pussy with the force of a contained urine stream after a long journey…
What are you doing? You peed on me! I reproached, removing her crotch from my face with energy.
I'm done... And get ready, it's the first one... she replied, agitated.
I had never experienced anything like that before. I knew that every woman gets wet approaching orgasm, some more and others less, but this was something else...
Believe me, that long and continuous jet came out of her vulva as if it were bursting from a high-pressure hose.
After taking a few brief seconds to rest, without changing position or stretching my legs much, she crawled towards my feet on all fours, still holding onto my penis, and positioned her pussy over the virile member, introducing it with one movement. She began to ride me wildly. As I delighted in holding her and watching her asshole separate and close its lips at the rhythm of the gallop, she was moaning, screaming, and enjoying herself like a sexy girl. She didn't delay in reaching her second orgasm. A new fountain of juices bathed my lower belly.
Exhausted, she reclined on the bed; I sat up beside her, bringing my penis close to her face, and she began to masturbate me while keeping her other hand pressed against the lower part of my back, maintaining a constant distance. I felt like a furious ejaculation was rising from my testicles. I turned my body slightly to aim my penis at her tits, which were then standing erect with two large dark areolae and well-defined nipples, each framing a prominent and hard nipple. With her hands, she pressed her tits together, waiting for me to pour all my masculinity onto them. I ended up releasing a very abundant amount of thick semen. After the first jet came a second and third one, less intense.
She massaged... Her breasts with the creamy cum spilled and looking at me with her eyes led her fingers to her mouth dragging with her lips towards the inside a good portion of semen. After taking it she cleaned with her tongue the last drop that still hung from my glans, smiling satisfied.
CONTINUE...
That night I was playing Independiente, the Red of my loves, one of those crazy games from some summer cup, in Mar del Plata or Mendoza, I don't remember. I had finished eating –a lame dinner, like almost always-, served myself a good whisky and sat comfortably on my couch with my cigarettes at hand to watch the game on TV.
End of the first half. Zero to zero. The ball never reached either of the two goals. Boring. On the rat-infested table next to the car keys and beside my feet, was the wallet. It seemed like it was calling me. I accepted the invitation. Turned off the television, put on some music –to create a good climate I chose something from smooth-jazz-, approached the phone and dialed the number that was barely legible on that old and wrinkled receipt. Entering was easy but tedious, had to give a fake name and listen to a long series of instructions for managing the chat.
As the Gallego had anticipated, all sorts of characters paraded by, nothing interested me. What was I looking for? I didn't know, the only thing that was clear was that I wanted to get her soon. Immediately I heard Claudia, her worn-out voice that reminded me of Varela woke up all my rats, I didn't think, marked 4 for a personal chat. The wait for the response seemed endless although I think it had only been a couple of minutes, which I used to rush and grab some ice cubes and refill my scotch glass. Suddenly there was silence on the line...
-Hello, hello... -I said like calling for help because I was afraid it had cut off-. Slut mother, it cut off!
-Hi. No, loquito, it didn't cut off, I'm here –they responded-
-Claudia?
-Yes, hi, good evening.
-Good evening, by the way –I advanced to give optimism to the contact. Believe me, I was listening and imagining speaking with Varela- What were you doing?
-Nothing, just smoking a little, drinking a whisky and now talking to you.
Her rough voice, of cigarette smoke and alcohol, it was heating me up a lot, her attitude even more so, and that she liked whisky, it made her the woman of my dreams at that moment... If only I had a good pair of boobs...
-Can you believe I was exactly in the same situation? –I said very enthusiastically.
-Great! We're off to a good start. Tell me about yourself...
And so the presentation chat continued for a nice long time, very pleasant. When I went for my fourth glass of whisky, I already knew that Claudia lived in La Plata, 48 years old, married young, divorced, with three daughters, the youngest living with her. She was from a good economic position, working as an executive secretary at a very important legal and accounting firm. She described herself physically as thin, tall, brunette with very short hair and good curves, according to her, a rare state for her age. She also told me that after her last childbirth she decided to get breast implants and a few more tweaks. Later, when we got closer, she told me that since her separation she hadn't been with any man, which I didn't believe and didn't care much about, and that her only commitments besides work were going to Pilates three times a week and the hairdresser every Friday, where she would style her hair, hands, and depilate completely, including her booty.
-Tell me, Clau, what are you looking for here? –I pressed-
-Sex. I want a man in bed. But not a boyfriend, much less a husband... Just a touch & go.
-I'm going to get one right now...
-Go crazy! –she laughed- It's 3 am, we're 60 kilometers away, and like all poor people tomorrow we have to go to work.
-The slut, you're right. Let's do this: I'll pass you my mail, send me a photo and I'll respond with one of mine.
We exchanged data and said goodbye until soon.
The next day I received her email with two photos and the clarification that they weren't recent, had been taken a few years or more ago. Honestly, I didn't feel very attracted. She was good-looking but I expected more. I was about to close the photos and forget about it when... Ricardo:
-Who is it?
-Claudia. I respond as if it didn't matter-.
-Is she your aunt? Introduce her!
-No, dude, I met her on the Gallego's chat. She wants a fuck but doesn't really convince me... Besides, she should travel to La Plata...
-I'd travel to Kuala Lumpur just to have a Boobs fuck in those tits. What are you waiting for, dude?
-I don't know... What do you think, shall I go?
-But come on!
-Sixty kilometers to get laid with a young girl... -I doubted-. If there are prettier and more attractive ones at home...
-But you don't have a chance of getting them... -I finished as if reading in my mind the only thing she wanted-.
That same evening I called her, proposing we meet that night. She didn't hesitate. My self-esteem was so great that I proposed she wait for me with miniskirts, which she agreed to despite saying she hadn't worn them in a long time. She proposed meeting at the rotary on Calle 13 in La Plata, where she would be waiting for me in her car so I could follow her to her house and not get lost among the diagonals, where I would leave my car and we would continue in mine.
I was waiting for her that night, a game of lights, and followed her. After walking some blocks, she stopped on the right-hand side in a fairly central area. I parked my car behind hers but far from the curb, which allowed me to have a first impression of her stunning body: she opened the car door and got out with long legs perfectly worked, and at once I could see her entire body... brunette, very short hair, incredible tits, amazing walk, and a marvellous ass.
I won't make it too long. We went to a very cozy pastry shop, with very soft armchairs. We drank whisky, a lot, enough for a memorable fart. And with all that drunkenness she asked me defiantly:
-What are you waiting for to give me a kiss? Or should I do it myself?
I kissed her lips timidly. She passed her arm behind my neck, pressing my face against hers, wrapped her tongue in my mouth, and crossed her half-naked leg over... My, softly placed her hand on my cock, stroked her thigh, and in a sigh... -I'm getting wet... I want you to fuck me... -Let's go! –I finished my drink, got up, left some bills on the table, and we left. We entered a hotel on Av. Centenario after stopping at a Shell to buy one of those energy drinks she asked for to sober up a bit. As soon as we entered the room, she collapsed onto the bed. I thought she had fainted; but no, she confessed (as if it weren't noticeable) that she was absolutely drunk and asked me to take off her clothes. I left her completely naked and asleep. After undressing myself, I sat beside the bed and gazing at that bare body put me immediately in a state of arousal. I couldn't help but start masturbating, enjoying that beautiful ass and caressing her buttocks. Trying not to wake her up, I spread her legs apart a bit, got on top of her back, and penetrated her from behind. She woke up, smiled, and surrendered. I held onto her ass for a good while. I felt like my cock was entering with great ease, indicating that this butt was already well-traveled. Her exclamations like Beast!, Ahhh, mass!, This way, this way!, and some funny Oh, my God! copied from some porn movie warmed me up even more; but the amount of Scotch flowing through my arteries, diluted in a smaller amount of blood, delayed ejaculation. She moved away, got on top of me with my back to her, took my penis firmly in one hand, and gave me a lavish blowjob. With her free hand, she caressed my testicles and anus, making my cock emulate the Bonner greater than the Fragata Libertad. She crossed a leg over my head, adjusting herself for a '69'. Her pussy - like her entire body - was perfectly depilated. It was soft, fleshy, with wide lips. Taking her ass between my hands, I started licking it, passing my tongue smoothly over her clitoris or introducing it into her deep vagina, playing in her interior. I felt successive vibrations in her. As if my body was being traversed by a weak electric current. The voltage seemed to be increasing until it finally poured onto my face a long and powerful jet of hot liquid that emanated from her pussy with the force of a contained urine stream after a long journey…
What are you doing? You peed on me! I reproached, removing her crotch from my face with energy.
I'm done... And get ready, it's the first one... she replied, agitated.
I had never experienced anything like that before. I knew that every woman gets wet approaching orgasm, some more and others less, but this was something else...
Believe me, that long and continuous jet came out of her vulva as if it were bursting from a high-pressure hose.
After taking a few brief seconds to rest, without changing position or stretching my legs much, she crawled towards my feet on all fours, still holding onto my penis, and positioned her pussy over the virile member, introducing it with one movement. She began to ride me wildly. As I delighted in holding her and watching her asshole separate and close its lips at the rhythm of the gallop, she was moaning, screaming, and enjoying herself like a sexy girl. She didn't delay in reaching her second orgasm. A new fountain of juices bathed my lower belly.
Exhausted, she reclined on the bed; I sat up beside her, bringing my penis close to her face, and she began to masturbate me while keeping her other hand pressed against the lower part of my back, maintaining a constant distance. I felt like a furious ejaculation was rising from my testicles. I turned my body slightly to aim my penis at her tits, which were then standing erect with two large dark areolae and well-defined nipples, each framing a prominent and hard nipple. With her hands, she pressed her tits together, waiting for me to pour all my masculinity onto them. I ended up releasing a very abundant amount of thick semen. After the first jet came a second and third one, less intense.
She massaged... Her breasts with the creamy cum spilled and looking at me with her eyes led her fingers to her mouth dragging with her lips towards the inside a good portion of semen. After taking it she cleaned with her tongue the last drop that still hung from my glans, smiling satisfied.
CONTINUE...
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