Hello, how are you?? Today I'm bringing you a story told in non-personal form. What makes you think: did it happen to me? Did it happen to a friend and they told me about it? Is 100% fiction? You don't know... I'd like it when you read it, imagine someone close to you living this kind of story. Because in the end, these things happen and most people hide them under 7 locks.... Who do you think is close to you that could be living something like this? I hope you enjoy it.
That afternoon Daiana went to the club earlier than usual, with the excuse of practicing some spikes in volleyball that were costing her a bit more than the rest of her teammates. But in reality, she was practically sure that Marcelo had a parents' meeting to chat about matters concerning his son's basketball team and generally those meetings took place taking mates on the bleachers of the court.
She had been months wanting to be possessed by Marcelo again. She thought that with time, getting to know new men and living new experiences she could fill that deep carnal desire she had for him. But wrong, time was passing and there wasn't a day that didn't feel the mark left by his dominance on her.
Daiana had a spectacular body and knew it; a blonde of medium height, very small waist, a 23-year-old girl's tiny ass, well taken care of, with just-sized breasts, ideal for her small back. That day she had chosen to wear tight red tights and a white shirt and walk subtly sexy along the side of the bleachers.
Marcelo stopped listening to the other dads when he saw her pass by. He wanted, with all his soul, that she would give him a lustful glance, but he was grateful that she didn't because he wouldn't have been able to hide his drunk face from her beauty.
When Marcelo met Daiana, he felt like his life was surrendering. His marriage was perfect, everything he had always wanted, almost no defects, he had everything he wanted... until she pointed out that at 42 years old, the barrier of his desires was a bit further away. What happened to him didn't fit into usual descriptions; for the first time in his life he had exercised dominance and didn't know if he could get rid of this apparently addictive practice.
The relationship of dominance between them was fleeting. Marcelo perceived that his desire instead of being satisfied with each sexual encounter, increased, so he decided to cut off that relationship and since then, he had... that living with Daiana's constant requests to be together again. Requests that over time became harassment.
Tried to concentrate on the conversation with parents but couldn't stop checking how Daiana would bend down each time he executed a serve. The very naughty one had put herself about 10 meters away from him and you could see the seam of her leggings getting stuck in her buttocks.
The parent meeting ended but Marcelo stayed at the bleachers. When Daiana finished training and left the court, Marcelo caught up with her from behind. With the strength of his enormous and slender body, he took her by the arm and led her to a hidden place behind the maintenance cottage. There he scolded her tired of her persistence.
-Didn't I tell you that our thing is over? How long are you going to keep following me around? I've had enough.
-I won't stop until I get what I want. You know I don't like being this way, but this is beyond my control. –she replied, delivered.
-Come on, I told you I can't keep doing this, you're going to ruin my life! –his hands already held her shoulders with force.
-But it's just that you never respond to my messages, you despise me!
-I don't despise you, –he said, already softer, almost with tenderness.
-Then why don't you ever respond? Not even when I sent you the photos I took at the supermarket!! Wasn't it what you wanted??? And then nothing! You never react!
-Look, Daiana, don't make me remember those photos... You'll bring out the worst in me.
-You're looking for trouble! If not, why didn't you block me?
-You're a daughter of a slut ! –and with one hand on her arm and the other on her neck he led her to the back door of the deserted maintenance cottage.
With slaps on her booty he made her enter and locked the door. With one hand holding both arms and the other taking her jaw, he yelled a few insults into her mouth at 5 centimeters away from his own and then kissed her deeply, unleashing a contained desire for months.
She turned around with forces to have her with her back to him and grabbed her Booty with solidity, wanted to break her leggins with his teeth but restrained himself, took it off, ran her thong to one side and got drunk in her delicious use of the word: pussy.... She sucked him off eagerly while threatening that at the slightest whimper everything would be over. Daiana was containing her cries of pleasure almost with tears.
Then she pushed him to the floor and forced him to suck his cock on his knees. But such was the desperation he had, that he was already taking her by the mouth. With his hands behind her neck, he pushed her head towards his cock almost choking her. Daiana had dreamed of that oppression every night.
He pulled her up by one tug, turned her around and inclined her forward while pulling her hair. And so, in that unnecessary violent situation since she wasn't resisting, he put his cock directly into the back. There were no obstacles in that use of the word: pussy totally soaked.
He took her with force, with hatred, with desperation and even a little love. Both knew that abstinence had served for nothing, desire was intact and even exacerbated.
Daiana already moaned, couldn't contain so much pleasure and Marcelo scolded her, slapping her buttocks.
While he was really screwing her hard, he was preparing her Booty... with one finger, then two and finally three. Daiana couldn't take it anymore, took his cock in her hand and faced the ass.
-But what are you thinking, dirty girl? -he yelled - I'll do it to your ass when I want, got it?
Daiana nodded her head. She couldn't control many of her actions, but every time he challenged her she filled her soul with satisfaction. Both enjoyed their roles.
In reality, Marcelo was the desperate one, who after giving her a good screw didn't delay more than three seconds in breaking her ass. He put his cock deep into it, making it disappear. At first slow and then with rhythm and force. The testicles hit the use of the word: pussy From Dai, again and again, and that rubbing with the clitoris made Daiana's orgasm feel all over her body, making her whole back and extremities tremble, exploding in her head like a strong electric shock.
Marcelo succumbed to such a sensation, pushing her with force until she was literally lying on the floor of the compartment, gently hitting her face, forcing her to open her mouth and filling it with cum. Dai was smiling and licking herself.
Already calmer, he told her that after this fuck, he didn't want to bother her again, and if he saw her or sent her messages again, he would do everything with her, but never take her.
Daiana stayed thinking about her own desires... Did she want him to possess her sexually? Yes she answered herself. But if they couldn't have sex, was it worth seeing him and being a slave to his reprimands? Was it worth that high cost just to be near him? Daiana spent the rest of the day thinking about this.
What would he conclude?
That afternoon Daiana went to the club earlier than usual, with the excuse of practicing some spikes in volleyball that were costing her a bit more than the rest of her teammates. But in reality, she was practically sure that Marcelo had a parents' meeting to chat about matters concerning his son's basketball team and generally those meetings took place taking mates on the bleachers of the court.
She had been months wanting to be possessed by Marcelo again. She thought that with time, getting to know new men and living new experiences she could fill that deep carnal desire she had for him. But wrong, time was passing and there wasn't a day that didn't feel the mark left by his dominance on her.
Daiana had a spectacular body and knew it; a blonde of medium height, very small waist, a 23-year-old girl's tiny ass, well taken care of, with just-sized breasts, ideal for her small back. That day she had chosen to wear tight red tights and a white shirt and walk subtly sexy along the side of the bleachers.
Marcelo stopped listening to the other dads when he saw her pass by. He wanted, with all his soul, that she would give him a lustful glance, but he was grateful that she didn't because he wouldn't have been able to hide his drunk face from her beauty.
When Marcelo met Daiana, he felt like his life was surrendering. His marriage was perfect, everything he had always wanted, almost no defects, he had everything he wanted... until she pointed out that at 42 years old, the barrier of his desires was a bit further away. What happened to him didn't fit into usual descriptions; for the first time in his life he had exercised dominance and didn't know if he could get rid of this apparently addictive practice.
The relationship of dominance between them was fleeting. Marcelo perceived that his desire instead of being satisfied with each sexual encounter, increased, so he decided to cut off that relationship and since then, he had... that living with Daiana's constant requests to be together again. Requests that over time became harassment.
Tried to concentrate on the conversation with parents but couldn't stop checking how Daiana would bend down each time he executed a serve. The very naughty one had put herself about 10 meters away from him and you could see the seam of her leggings getting stuck in her buttocks.
The parent meeting ended but Marcelo stayed at the bleachers. When Daiana finished training and left the court, Marcelo caught up with her from behind. With the strength of his enormous and slender body, he took her by the arm and led her to a hidden place behind the maintenance cottage. There he scolded her tired of her persistence.
-Didn't I tell you that our thing is over? How long are you going to keep following me around? I've had enough.
-I won't stop until I get what I want. You know I don't like being this way, but this is beyond my control. –she replied, delivered.
-Come on, I told you I can't keep doing this, you're going to ruin my life! –his hands already held her shoulders with force.
-But it's just that you never respond to my messages, you despise me!
-I don't despise you, –he said, already softer, almost with tenderness.
-Then why don't you ever respond? Not even when I sent you the photos I took at the supermarket!! Wasn't it what you wanted??? And then nothing! You never react!
-Look, Daiana, don't make me remember those photos... You'll bring out the worst in me.
-You're looking for trouble! If not, why didn't you block me?
-You're a daughter of a slut ! –and with one hand on her arm and the other on her neck he led her to the back door of the deserted maintenance cottage.
With slaps on her booty he made her enter and locked the door. With one hand holding both arms and the other taking her jaw, he yelled a few insults into her mouth at 5 centimeters away from his own and then kissed her deeply, unleashing a contained desire for months.
She turned around with forces to have her with her back to him and grabbed her Booty with solidity, wanted to break her leggins with his teeth but restrained himself, took it off, ran her thong to one side and got drunk in her delicious use of the word: pussy.... She sucked him off eagerly while threatening that at the slightest whimper everything would be over. Daiana was containing her cries of pleasure almost with tears.
Then she pushed him to the floor and forced him to suck his cock on his knees. But such was the desperation he had, that he was already taking her by the mouth. With his hands behind her neck, he pushed her head towards his cock almost choking her. Daiana had dreamed of that oppression every night.
He pulled her up by one tug, turned her around and inclined her forward while pulling her hair. And so, in that unnecessary violent situation since she wasn't resisting, he put his cock directly into the back. There were no obstacles in that use of the word: pussy totally soaked.
He took her with force, with hatred, with desperation and even a little love. Both knew that abstinence had served for nothing, desire was intact and even exacerbated.
Daiana already moaned, couldn't contain so much pleasure and Marcelo scolded her, slapping her buttocks.
While he was really screwing her hard, he was preparing her Booty... with one finger, then two and finally three. Daiana couldn't take it anymore, took his cock in her hand and faced the ass.
-But what are you thinking, dirty girl? -he yelled - I'll do it to your ass when I want, got it?
Daiana nodded her head. She couldn't control many of her actions, but every time he challenged her she filled her soul with satisfaction. Both enjoyed their roles.
In reality, Marcelo was the desperate one, who after giving her a good screw didn't delay more than three seconds in breaking her ass. He put his cock deep into it, making it disappear. At first slow and then with rhythm and force. The testicles hit the use of the word: pussy From Dai, again and again, and that rubbing with the clitoris made Daiana's orgasm feel all over her body, making her whole back and extremities tremble, exploding in her head like a strong electric shock.
Marcelo succumbed to such a sensation, pushing her with force until she was literally lying on the floor of the compartment, gently hitting her face, forcing her to open her mouth and filling it with cum. Dai was smiling and licking herself.
Already calmer, he told her that after this fuck, he didn't want to bother her again, and if he saw her or sent her messages again, he would do everything with her, but never take her.
Daiana stayed thinking about her own desires... Did she want him to possess her sexually? Yes she answered herself. But if they couldn't have sex, was it worth seeing him and being a slave to his reprimands? Was it worth that high cost just to be near him? Daiana spent the rest of the day thinking about this.
What would he conclude?
11 comentários - Una relación viciosa
Beso.
voy a investigar un poco más a ver qué más tenés.
Lo tuyo promete
Me reservo lo provocado en mi para no quedar tan expuesto.
Me encantó
Buenisimo, Nati!!