One day in December of the past, Carlos appeared in my life. A Uruguayan boy about 3 or 4 years younger than me, with a remarkably worked-out torso, slender, broad shoulders, bulging biceps, large hands, long legs, curly hair, and brown eyes with seductive gaze and a slightly raspy voice.
The two of us, without our respective partners, attended the traditional company reunion that takes place every year. My husband had traveled abroad and was returning 2 days later, and his wife couldn't accompany him. She had stayed in Montevideo due to her mother's health problems. We were assigned the same table as we shared with two married couples. The six of us were conversational, so dinner went smoothly.
I won't deny that as a woman I was perturbed by my colleague from the other side of the river's demeanor. I think any woman would have been attracted to him.
Additionally, I noticed he was reciprocating, often catching me looking, lost in my figure, particularly in my breasts, legs, and the convergence of the same.
After dinner and speeches and toasts by the local and regional managers, the dance began. After dancing with different partners for a few pieces, Carlos invited me. We joined our bodies which fit well I thought. He was a little taller than me, but with heels, we almost matched in height and my pelvis aligned with his.
We didn't need much time to get excited; his erection couldn't go unnoticed, and I enjoyed rubbing it against my lower belly with force.
It didn't take him long to pull the strings. He attacked like men of little tact usually do. Maybe he sensed I was easy prey. He wasn't wrong: after dinner we went to the Osiris transient hotel in the lower part of the city. Carlos's room wasn't convenient because it shared with a good number of colleagues from inside and outside. Neither was my house, as my children and sister were there. Taking care of them. In the room he threw a sack and tie on a little armchair and rushed at me, took me in his arms, pushed me with force against the wall and put his tongue in my mouth, and his hands everywhere, almost without giving me time for anything. I responded to his kisses and caresses until in a pause I suggested we clean ourselves up to get rid of the accumulated sweat from the hot night.
I was the first to shower with warm water, as I cleaned myself and touched my parts, lascivious situations specific to my heat went through my mind. I dried off and wrapped my body in the towel, covering my breasts to my ass and sat down at the edge of the bed.
It was Carlos' turn to enter the toilet, preceded by a glance capable of tearing the towel from my body.
After a while, I heard instead of shower noise, the sound of a copious jet coming out of a narrow orifice, falling with violence into a puddle. I realized I was peeing and his stream was hitting the water in the ass or cavity of the toilet.
I imagined him holding a considerable tube in his hand. It wouldn't take long to confirm that I was right.
He returned, drenched and wrapped from the waist down in a towel, rushed at me again, stripped me of the towel, laid me on my back, and positioned himself over me, kissing and licking me in succession. He didn't stop and neither did I, responding to his kisses with kisses on the mouth, tongue on the nipples and hand jobs, my nipples hardened, my pussy was dripping wet, I took his towel with one hand and pulled it off with force. His ultra-hard cock got stuck between the folds of my legs, while he caressed my breasts and nipples. The guy kept licking my cock without penetrating me and I, already, couldn't hold back anymore, feeling my clitoris pulsing with desire and pleasure.
He lowered himself, opened my legs and buried his head between them, almost making me faint... it felt so good to have him lick my... pussy!!! Literally she ate me out, her clitoris enlarged between her lips, stimulated by her tongue that was coming and going over it, she put two fingers in, caressed the inner walls, pressing and rubbing with subtlety, I wanted her to penetrate me, I was sweating, squinting my eyes, gasping, caressing my breasts, squeezing my nipples, I couldn't take it anymore, with moans and screams I had a beautiful first orgasm. I had to pull her hair because she wouldn't stop sucking me.
She let herself fall onto the pillow. That's when, still dazed from pleasure by the climax, I saw her penis pointing at the ceiling. I opened my eyes wide and took in its size and thickness. I circled it with my right hand, my thumb couldn't reach to touch my index finger.
God, I thought, between apprehensive and desirous, all this is going to get me!
As if she had read my mind, she sat up and mounted me, her cock hard and stubborn began to rub against my clitoris, forward and backward, between my lips, I couldn't take it, finally
I felt like her head was lodged in the entrance of my pussy. She was trying to penetrate me. Instinctively with both hands I opened my vaginal lips with my fingers, to help Carlos get inside me.
Finally he managed to insert his glans, once he had done that, I felt like his cock entered me until almost halfway through my cavity, there was space between her stomach and mine for him to put in his arm and hand, I checked that there was still a good portion of cock left. Then slowly he started moving again, pleasure won out over fear, I couldn't believe that such a thick cock was opening up my pussy. He kept kissing me with great passion and masturbating my clitoris between his index and thumb fingers with one of his hands, once my vagina had adapted to the thickness of his cock, he started thrusting, his penetrations were increasing in intensity and depth until I could feel his stiff flesh filling my pussy. The word: pussy for complete and its testicles crash into my ass, provoking me to have orgasms repeatedly. I had a wave of pleasure and a sense of disillusionment when I perceived the abandon of his semen in the deepest part: it was over with the fuck and I wanted it to keep going. By the way, it kept going, after a restorative pause. Better said, they kept going, because he took me from the right and left sides, by the pussy and by the anus, until the sun began to climb up in the sky, with intercalated shared showers to remove sweat and sexually overflowing or dispersed fluids on our skins. The oriental was long-winded. He left me, with a passionate kiss, at the door of the taxi that took me back home, opulent, satiated with sex, abundant and splendid, and somewhat battered in the low countries. Two nights later, when having sex with my husband, I still felt some burning sensations, carnal due to residual irritation, mental from remembering that night of fraternity from the Rioplatense region. I think I won't forget Carlos Pistola Mxxxx for as many years as may pass.
The two of us, without our respective partners, attended the traditional company reunion that takes place every year. My husband had traveled abroad and was returning 2 days later, and his wife couldn't accompany him. She had stayed in Montevideo due to her mother's health problems. We were assigned the same table as we shared with two married couples. The six of us were conversational, so dinner went smoothly.
I won't deny that as a woman I was perturbed by my colleague from the other side of the river's demeanor. I think any woman would have been attracted to him.
Additionally, I noticed he was reciprocating, often catching me looking, lost in my figure, particularly in my breasts, legs, and the convergence of the same.
After dinner and speeches and toasts by the local and regional managers, the dance began. After dancing with different partners for a few pieces, Carlos invited me. We joined our bodies which fit well I thought. He was a little taller than me, but with heels, we almost matched in height and my pelvis aligned with his.
We didn't need much time to get excited; his erection couldn't go unnoticed, and I enjoyed rubbing it against my lower belly with force.
It didn't take him long to pull the strings. He attacked like men of little tact usually do. Maybe he sensed I was easy prey. He wasn't wrong: after dinner we went to the Osiris transient hotel in the lower part of the city. Carlos's room wasn't convenient because it shared with a good number of colleagues from inside and outside. Neither was my house, as my children and sister were there. Taking care of them. In the room he threw a sack and tie on a little armchair and rushed at me, took me in his arms, pushed me with force against the wall and put his tongue in my mouth, and his hands everywhere, almost without giving me time for anything. I responded to his kisses and caresses until in a pause I suggested we clean ourselves up to get rid of the accumulated sweat from the hot night.
I was the first to shower with warm water, as I cleaned myself and touched my parts, lascivious situations specific to my heat went through my mind. I dried off and wrapped my body in the towel, covering my breasts to my ass and sat down at the edge of the bed.
It was Carlos' turn to enter the toilet, preceded by a glance capable of tearing the towel from my body.
After a while, I heard instead of shower noise, the sound of a copious jet coming out of a narrow orifice, falling with violence into a puddle. I realized I was peeing and his stream was hitting the water in the ass or cavity of the toilet.
I imagined him holding a considerable tube in his hand. It wouldn't take long to confirm that I was right.
He returned, drenched and wrapped from the waist down in a towel, rushed at me again, stripped me of the towel, laid me on my back, and positioned himself over me, kissing and licking me in succession. He didn't stop and neither did I, responding to his kisses with kisses on the mouth, tongue on the nipples and hand jobs, my nipples hardened, my pussy was dripping wet, I took his towel with one hand and pulled it off with force. His ultra-hard cock got stuck between the folds of my legs, while he caressed my breasts and nipples. The guy kept licking my cock without penetrating me and I, already, couldn't hold back anymore, feeling my clitoris pulsing with desire and pleasure.
He lowered himself, opened my legs and buried his head between them, almost making me faint... it felt so good to have him lick my... pussy!!! Literally she ate me out, her clitoris enlarged between her lips, stimulated by her tongue that was coming and going over it, she put two fingers in, caressed the inner walls, pressing and rubbing with subtlety, I wanted her to penetrate me, I was sweating, squinting my eyes, gasping, caressing my breasts, squeezing my nipples, I couldn't take it anymore, with moans and screams I had a beautiful first orgasm. I had to pull her hair because she wouldn't stop sucking me.
She let herself fall onto the pillow. That's when, still dazed from pleasure by the climax, I saw her penis pointing at the ceiling. I opened my eyes wide and took in its size and thickness. I circled it with my right hand, my thumb couldn't reach to touch my index finger.
God, I thought, between apprehensive and desirous, all this is going to get me!
As if she had read my mind, she sat up and mounted me, her cock hard and stubborn began to rub against my clitoris, forward and backward, between my lips, I couldn't take it, finally
I felt like her head was lodged in the entrance of my pussy. She was trying to penetrate me. Instinctively with both hands I opened my vaginal lips with my fingers, to help Carlos get inside me.
Finally he managed to insert his glans, once he had done that, I felt like his cock entered me until almost halfway through my cavity, there was space between her stomach and mine for him to put in his arm and hand, I checked that there was still a good portion of cock left. Then slowly he started moving again, pleasure won out over fear, I couldn't believe that such a thick cock was opening up my pussy. He kept kissing me with great passion and masturbating my clitoris between his index and thumb fingers with one of his hands, once my vagina had adapted to the thickness of his cock, he started thrusting, his penetrations were increasing in intensity and depth until I could feel his stiff flesh filling my pussy. The word: pussy for complete and its testicles crash into my ass, provoking me to have orgasms repeatedly. I had a wave of pleasure and a sense of disillusionment when I perceived the abandon of his semen in the deepest part: it was over with the fuck and I wanted it to keep going. By the way, it kept going, after a restorative pause. Better said, they kept going, because he took me from the right and left sides, by the pussy and by the anus, until the sun began to climb up in the sky, with intercalated shared showers to remove sweat and sexually overflowing or dispersed fluids on our skins. The oriental was long-winded. He left me, with a passionate kiss, at the door of the taxi that took me back home, opulent, satiated with sex, abundant and splendid, and somewhat battered in the low countries. Two nights later, when having sex with my husband, I still felt some burning sensations, carnal due to residual irritation, mental from remembering that night of fraternity from the Rioplatense region. I think I won't forget Carlos Pistola Mxxxx for as many years as may pass.
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