My first years were spent living alone when the events occurred that led me to meet the truck driver's hairy girlfriend. I lived in a two-room apartment on Lima Street, and my job in systems required me to move to the capital from the conurbation I belonged to since I gained reason. The apartment was old-fashioned, had a large dining room, a separate kitchen, and faced the street, so it was common for me to receive constant visits from my friends and girlfriends since I lived alone. That night Matías came to visit me with a bone that he would eat those days and his friend's girlfriend. The girl of Mati was a tall brunette, as he had told me earlier, a warrior in bed with good figure and much put-on attitude, when they arrived, they brought her friend, a brunette about 1.60 meters tall, big booty and big breasts, sweet. She was married, had been living with the truck driver for some years, who left her alone temporarily, so she was staying at her girlfriend's place for a few days. Matías lived in one of the upper floors of the apartment building where I lived, so he used the excuse to go get a wine and took his brunette to my place to give her a service, and then came to the kitchen where I was preparing dinner for my three guests and asked me for condoms. -Black, pass me some condoms because I'm going to have a quickie with the brunette. I laughed because it was obvious that the presence of her friend was complicating his ability to have normal sex, so with total confidence, I gave him the keys to my game cabinet and told him to take what he needed and close it. The game cabinet was a shelf hung on a wall, similar to a medicine cabinet, but if one didn't pay attention, it looked like an ornament stand, where I kept the toys that pleased me when girls came to my apartment not exactly for dinner. The semi-open cabinet, while I was cooking, seemed to make me feel the noise of the hinges on the most private furniture in my house. I left the kitchen and went to see what was going on, and there she was, standing with one hand on the door and the other touching things from the furniture, still unable to decipher her face, whether it was surprise or simply couldn't comprehend what her eyes were seeing. I let her appreciate the things from the furniture without saying anything, she seemed to be transported to another world, looking at each thing from the furniture and giving me a slight signal of what was going through her mind as she bit her lower lip. I decided to keep cooking to leave her in an uncomfortable position, dinner was a normal dinner and during dessert we talked like any host talks to their guests at the table, I was a gentleman, obviously, every now and then some guy would come along for the cute brunette curious girl who without malice invaded my intimacy.
When with a little alcohol involved we started to loosen up, the cute brunette was giving her husband reproaches because she felt neglected since he would leave temporarily and didn't pay attention to her, when he came back from his trips she would catch him, but she felt like it was just that they couldn't play, that when she got dressed for him the response was 'put on cabaret slut clothes... which ruined all the magic.
The night passed and out of respect or caution I didn't get too close to her and neither did she give me an opportunity to talk about other topics beyond her disappointment in the sexual world.
Three or four days after that event, a text message arrived saying 'are you sad?' without giving names or specifications. I imagined who it was but continued playing along to see what they wanted. I decided to answer with a bit of cheekiness to see how she would react.
No, I'm not sad, only that sometimes I have to tie up my friends so they don't destroy the house from all the orgasms they receive. Exactly in the class of women that I like. To my surprise she answered and the resulting conversation was becoming very hot as it progressed, she was asking about wives, ropes, toys, and various things she saw in my private armory. With the heat of the conversation, I started to pressure her into sending me a photo. She would tell me she didn't want to send me a photo because she knew who I was, already caught up in the desire that she would play along. -You saw me looking at your armory. If you don't dare to tell me what's going on, it's all fine but we're not 12 years old. It took about half an hour for her response. -I didn't know you were watching, it's those so serious and seeing that you have all that in your house caused me a lot of curiosity. Already played by played, I responded. -Sabri when you want to come and we'll play for a while with all that new clothes that your husband doesn't enjoy seeing you wear. There the conversation ended that afternoon, personally I thought I had gone crazy. But well she wasn't more than my friend's girlfriend's friend and I don't think she would tell everyone what she saw in my secret armory. That night as I was getting ready to go to an after-party, a photo arrived, it looked like her Booty laid on the bed and said do you think you need me tied up?
I responded to the touch don't be histéyummy, that's not enough to convince me. I was taking a break and enjoying the pool on Independencia street near UADE, and then the second photo arrived, showing the figure of the delicious brunette in a corset with the liguero straps on, and the message just said 'do you want to know what your girls feel? Do you invite me?' 
Don't hesitate to answer, good but once you're in you'll be mine and you won't be able to escape. Ok, she replied. Am I going there? I was a block away so I went to prepare my apartment... When she arrived, she was wearing a lake dress that on a brunette as savory as hers couldn't help but hide that round ass of hers. We greeted each other with a kiss on the cheek and went upstairs. When we were arriving at the front door, I opened it and told her to make herself comfortable, I'll go look for something to drink. She entered and I left, having left some hanging handcuffs ready for her to use, and a note that said if you really want to play, tie yourself up and wait for me. When I arrived home she was handcuffed and when she tried to lower her hands she couldn't, it was more like she was straining to stay upright, wearing a black lace corset, a bodice that barely confined her breasts and a beautiful red thong, her very toned legs were covered in black net stockings.
I gave it a turn around and the image was much more than erotic, moved one of my armchairs to sit in front of her, she looked at me with a face that was between fear and surrender, I ran my hands over her figure from the handcuffs above her head, her breasts, hips, legs.
Evidently, she was excited, if not already forming an aureola around her thong, I made her ear and from behind, I told her - You wanted to play, now you're going to play.
Take a gag from my closet, one of those with a ball to place in the mouth, she didn't resist, let herself be done without complaining. Once gagged, I placed in front of her a series of elements with which we would play. The first thing I took from my toys was one shaped like a butterfly, I showed it to her eyes and said - This is a clitoral stimulator, now you'll feel what it's like to be possessed.
I ran the front of her thong, placed the toy in her underwear, turned it on its fastest mode and left it acting for a few minutes, her gaze began to fade, and at times her legs would flutter, leaving her hanging from her handcuffs.
She looked at me and seemed like some drool was falling from her mouth and soft and intense moans were coming out of her mouth limited by the gag in her mouth. I sat down in front of her on the armchair and waiting for the excitement to finish delivering her, I took an anal dilator and showed it to her, her eyes popped out, obviously she knew what it was and that she was selling herself...
She continued twisting due to what the stimulator was doing to her, I started kissing her neck, a little to break and another little so she would forget what awaited her, when she relaxed and only moaned, I ran the string of her thong and the dilator began to enter slowly but inevitably reached the bottom, looking at her hands grasping the handcuffs and feeling that gemido between... pleasure and pain... continue kissing her neck for a while, caressing her breasts, and feeling her moan like a she-wolf until looking at her shows a line of fluid dripping down her thighs indicating that she's ready to be released.
I move away from her and release the handcuffs, and she falls to her knees on the floor, not paying attention to the fall or anything, going straight for releasing my sex from my pants and desperately pulling out the gag.
- You're a son of whores, I'm only saying what you are, was all that came out of her mouth.
And so, still on her knees, she leans forward to practice oral sex on me in a wild manner on the armchair where I had comfortably installed myself, when I recovered from the ecstasy, I noticed she herself was starting to move the dilator back and forth in her rear part, and with each burst of desperation during the blow job, I felt a hiccup or her voice clearing.
I continued until I took my first dose of cum for the night; the stream was so powerful that she started coughing on the floor, recovering herself, while I watched her in ecstasy still with the stimulator and dilator in her body, my body not having time to stop and already being firm. So I took another pair of handcuffs and cuffed her around the back, like a delinquent, and led her to the sofa, leaving her with her bum exposed, pulled out the dilator which was much thinner than my sex, and she started making noise.
- Don't be a son of a slut, don't do it here, don't be a son of a slut, I won't give it up,
But it was in vain; her head had already been at the entrance of the anus, already caramel-ready, and slowly it entered, what a lovely ass that the scene seemed to pass in slow motion, she was muffling her scream into the pillow, and inevitably the penetration had begun and wouldn't stop until our hips and buttocks collided. Beyond the excitement, it was a tight bum, protected by two young buttocks and decorated underneath with a pussy of long lips and dripping fluids.
The first thrust had passed. and simply that narrow auger was adapting to its invader, and the complaints of pain passed to be. - Fill it up, don't make my son cum with a slut. And every now and then he would pull it out completely and put it back in to enjoy the howling of the she-wolf just domesticated, and in her only remained the clamor to be filled and as a reward received its second dose of semen from the night, lying on the sofa, dripping cum from a male who was not my husband, looking at me defiantly. So I took off the handcuffs and she pulled out the dirty thong from our fluids, looked at me, ate my mouth, and with one hand began to stimulate the soldier who had just finished his battle. I looked at her and immediately got down on her knees, I felt that pain you feel when they suck you after a good fuck, which made it even more successful until I put the wounded soldier back on his feet again, and there she was thinking she would have control, we were having sex for a long time, but she was already finished like the fourth time when I took her off me, went to my toy box and pulled out a vibrator, delicately placing it in her pussy that opened like a flower and she let herself be taken by the rubber cock thinking that's what I wanted. So I adjusted her legs on my shoulders, increased the speed of the vibrator, and she was just moaning until she felt her legs lifting up and there we were with a vibrator in her pussy and a very hard cock pointing at her bum, not even trying to resist, looked at me and gave herself away with a moan between a complaint for double penetration, after which came another more powerful orgasm than I had been given, to the point that I had to throw pillows from that sofa due to the amount of fluid that came out of that woman who seemed to be entering a coma-like state after such violent anal sex. The night passed and we found ourselves embracing each other, the next day after such violent anal sex session, I was walking like someone with back pain, but only at the sight of you. Smile. She went to her house in a taxi, still walking with some difficulty and giving me that feeling only Superman should feel. The next night, I got her message. - Thanks for making me rediscover sex, now I have to recover until my husband comes back.. - When he leaves again, I want you to keep showing me your toys And so it was, the truck driver's wife turned into a lover of sex with another man who would never love her, never hold her, wouldn't give her children. But he would always be there when she wanted to remember her first night of submission. Leo avtr. The story is true and I'm leaving some photos of the lady in question.
When with a little alcohol involved we started to loosen up, the cute brunette was giving her husband reproaches because she felt neglected since he would leave temporarily and didn't pay attention to her, when he came back from his trips she would catch him, but she felt like it was just that they couldn't play, that when she got dressed for him the response was 'put on cabaret slut clothes... which ruined all the magic.
The night passed and out of respect or caution I didn't get too close to her and neither did she give me an opportunity to talk about other topics beyond her disappointment in the sexual world.
Three or four days after that event, a text message arrived saying 'are you sad?' without giving names or specifications. I imagined who it was but continued playing along to see what they wanted. I decided to answer with a bit of cheekiness to see how she would react.
No, I'm not sad, only that sometimes I have to tie up my friends so they don't destroy the house from all the orgasms they receive. Exactly in the class of women that I like. To my surprise she answered and the resulting conversation was becoming very hot as it progressed, she was asking about wives, ropes, toys, and various things she saw in my private armory. With the heat of the conversation, I started to pressure her into sending me a photo. She would tell me she didn't want to send me a photo because she knew who I was, already caught up in the desire that she would play along. -You saw me looking at your armory. If you don't dare to tell me what's going on, it's all fine but we're not 12 years old. It took about half an hour for her response. -I didn't know you were watching, it's those so serious and seeing that you have all that in your house caused me a lot of curiosity. Already played by played, I responded. -Sabri when you want to come and we'll play for a while with all that new clothes that your husband doesn't enjoy seeing you wear. There the conversation ended that afternoon, personally I thought I had gone crazy. But well she wasn't more than my friend's girlfriend's friend and I don't think she would tell everyone what she saw in my secret armory. That night as I was getting ready to go to an after-party, a photo arrived, it looked like her Booty laid on the bed and said do you think you need me tied up?
I responded to the touch don't be histéyummy, that's not enough to convince me. I was taking a break and enjoying the pool on Independencia street near UADE, and then the second photo arrived, showing the figure of the delicious brunette in a corset with the liguero straps on, and the message just said 'do you want to know what your girls feel? Do you invite me?' Don't hesitate to answer, good but once you're in you'll be mine and you won't be able to escape. Ok, she replied. Am I going there? I was a block away so I went to prepare my apartment... When she arrived, she was wearing a lake dress that on a brunette as savory as hers couldn't help but hide that round ass of hers. We greeted each other with a kiss on the cheek and went upstairs. When we were arriving at the front door, I opened it and told her to make herself comfortable, I'll go look for something to drink. She entered and I left, having left some hanging handcuffs ready for her to use, and a note that said if you really want to play, tie yourself up and wait for me. When I arrived home she was handcuffed and when she tried to lower her hands she couldn't, it was more like she was straining to stay upright, wearing a black lace corset, a bodice that barely confined her breasts and a beautiful red thong, her very toned legs were covered in black net stockings.
I gave it a turn around and the image was much more than erotic, moved one of my armchairs to sit in front of her, she looked at me with a face that was between fear and surrender, I ran my hands over her figure from the handcuffs above her head, her breasts, hips, legs.
Evidently, she was excited, if not already forming an aureola around her thong, I made her ear and from behind, I told her - You wanted to play, now you're going to play.
Take a gag from my closet, one of those with a ball to place in the mouth, she didn't resist, let herself be done without complaining. Once gagged, I placed in front of her a series of elements with which we would play. The first thing I took from my toys was one shaped like a butterfly, I showed it to her eyes and said - This is a clitoral stimulator, now you'll feel what it's like to be possessed.
I ran the front of her thong, placed the toy in her underwear, turned it on its fastest mode and left it acting for a few minutes, her gaze began to fade, and at times her legs would flutter, leaving her hanging from her handcuffs.
She looked at me and seemed like some drool was falling from her mouth and soft and intense moans were coming out of her mouth limited by the gag in her mouth. I sat down in front of her on the armchair and waiting for the excitement to finish delivering her, I took an anal dilator and showed it to her, her eyes popped out, obviously she knew what it was and that she was selling herself...
She continued twisting due to what the stimulator was doing to her, I started kissing her neck, a little to break and another little so she would forget what awaited her, when she relaxed and only moaned, I ran the string of her thong and the dilator began to enter slowly but inevitably reached the bottom, looking at her hands grasping the handcuffs and feeling that gemido between... pleasure and pain... continue kissing her neck for a while, caressing her breasts, and feeling her moan like a she-wolf until looking at her shows a line of fluid dripping down her thighs indicating that she's ready to be released.I move away from her and release the handcuffs, and she falls to her knees on the floor, not paying attention to the fall or anything, going straight for releasing my sex from my pants and desperately pulling out the gag.
- You're a son of whores, I'm only saying what you are, was all that came out of her mouth.
And so, still on her knees, she leans forward to practice oral sex on me in a wild manner on the armchair where I had comfortably installed myself, when I recovered from the ecstasy, I noticed she herself was starting to move the dilator back and forth in her rear part, and with each burst of desperation during the blow job, I felt a hiccup or her voice clearing.
I continued until I took my first dose of cum for the night; the stream was so powerful that she started coughing on the floor, recovering herself, while I watched her in ecstasy still with the stimulator and dilator in her body, my body not having time to stop and already being firm. So I took another pair of handcuffs and cuffed her around the back, like a delinquent, and led her to the sofa, leaving her with her bum exposed, pulled out the dilator which was much thinner than my sex, and she started making noise.
- Don't be a son of a slut, don't do it here, don't be a son of a slut, I won't give it up,
But it was in vain; her head had already been at the entrance of the anus, already caramel-ready, and slowly it entered, what a lovely ass that the scene seemed to pass in slow motion, she was muffling her scream into the pillow, and inevitably the penetration had begun and wouldn't stop until our hips and buttocks collided. Beyond the excitement, it was a tight bum, protected by two young buttocks and decorated underneath with a pussy of long lips and dripping fluids.
The first thrust had passed. and simply that narrow auger was adapting to its invader, and the complaints of pain passed to be. - Fill it up, don't make my son cum with a slut. And every now and then he would pull it out completely and put it back in to enjoy the howling of the she-wolf just domesticated, and in her only remained the clamor to be filled and as a reward received its second dose of semen from the night, lying on the sofa, dripping cum from a male who was not my husband, looking at me defiantly. So I took off the handcuffs and she pulled out the dirty thong from our fluids, looked at me, ate my mouth, and with one hand began to stimulate the soldier who had just finished his battle. I looked at her and immediately got down on her knees, I felt that pain you feel when they suck you after a good fuck, which made it even more successful until I put the wounded soldier back on his feet again, and there she was thinking she would have control, we were having sex for a long time, but she was already finished like the fourth time when I took her off me, went to my toy box and pulled out a vibrator, delicately placing it in her pussy that opened like a flower and she let herself be taken by the rubber cock thinking that's what I wanted. So I adjusted her legs on my shoulders, increased the speed of the vibrator, and she was just moaning until she felt her legs lifting up and there we were with a vibrator in her pussy and a very hard cock pointing at her bum, not even trying to resist, looked at me and gave herself away with a moan between a complaint for double penetration, after which came another more powerful orgasm than I had been given, to the point that I had to throw pillows from that sofa due to the amount of fluid that came out of that woman who seemed to be entering a coma-like state after such violent anal sex. The night passed and we found ourselves embracing each other, the next day after such violent anal sex session, I was walking like someone with back pain, but only at the sight of you. Smile. She went to her house in a taxi, still walking with some difficulty and giving me that feeling only Superman should feel. The next night, I got her message. - Thanks for making me rediscover sex, now I have to recover until my husband comes back.. - When he leaves again, I want you to keep showing me your toys And so it was, the truck driver's wife turned into a lover of sex with another man who would never love her, never hold her, wouldn't give her children. But he would always be there when she wanted to remember her first night of submission. Leo avtr. The story is true and I'm leaving some photos of the lady in question.
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