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Next postI must say that I have never considered myself a gallant or a gifted type. It's more like until before meeting Marisol, I thought my penis was small. And honestly, when I masturbated, my erections weren't as big as they are now, which can even hurt if I don't put it inside a woman.
Physically, I don't stand out from the average: I'm 1.80 meters tall, with black and short hair; I'm thin and my muscle tone isn't that impressive; brown eyes (which for some reason, my wife loves my gazes), thin lips and fair skin.
Additionally, after turning 24 or 25, I started losing hope of finding a partner: I was a nervous, insecure guy who wouldn't dare look at women, nor would they look back at me. The only ones who noticed me were the girlfriends of my friends, since I constantly studied in the library, didn't get into trouble and was respectful and courteous towards them without trying anything, given my loyalty to my friends back then.
Everything changed with Marisol's first kiss: she had a beautiful, slender, sensitive, entertaining, and interesting girl who was in love with me and eager to explore her growing sexuality with me. I'm not saying that the first few months were easy, considering the 12-year age difference with my wife, which meant I was 28 at the time, so on several occasions, I ended up being her plaything for her whims and really couldn't complain.
But Gloria's interest in my bulge called attention. It was so much that before we started moving, I had to show it to her and practically, she was impressed.
It's... big! she exclaimed, seeing it poke out of my boxers.
Yes... it's curious you say that, I replied. If I hadn't had a mistress, probably I would have never noticed.
Her lovely face filled with a rosy glow again, but I was telling the truth again.
My tool must measure around 18 centimeters (although According to my old urologist's measurement, with clearly investigative purposes, it registered 19.2), but its great virtue is its width. Relaxed, it should measure around 5 centimeters in diameter, but dilated, it swells up to 7 or 8 centimeters.
So I looked at her with great attention, almost with a childish curiosity.
If you want, you can touch it, I encouraged her, considering that those were her desires.
Gloria had a humble shiver, as if she was about to retract. *No, boss! You shouldn't!* she replied, not taking her eyes off me.
Gloria, it's a fact that we'll have sex, I emphasized the reality. At least you can satisfy your doubts.
I noticed a change in her eyes. I wouldn't know how to describe it well, but I felt like she was asking me to make her my slut, almost without words.
She let out a sigh and got down on her knees. Her breasts looked beautiful from above, and she, still hesitant, bit her lip slightly as she tried to touch it.
Her right hand was warm and small, and her fingers, especially her thumb, were wonderful, since she started lifting it with great softness.
*It's sticky!* Gloria smiled, with the tenderness of a child.
*I know it is!* I said, releasing a sigh of relief as I noticed that she was lightly pressing on the base of the glans.
I could notice the excitement in her eyes and her whim going up, since her left hand now palpated my testicles.
*They're soft and warm!* she exclaimed, while I narrowed my eyes.
Then there was like a slight rejection. She tensed my tool towards the left and occasionally looked at me with concern, losing the pleasant rhythm of her caresses.
*Gloria, you won't make me cum in your face if that worries you!* I said, perceiving the reason.*I can control myself well.*
And although she didn't believe me at first, as the minutes passed, her massage became more and more pleasant: with her right hand, she rubbed with greater confidence to the base of my glans, sliding her hand* until a little more below the middle; with her left side, she was squeezing and caressing my testicles smoothly as they started to swell.
In those moments, I remembered Marisol's words when she suggested how wonderful it would be if Gloria sucked me off, but my secretary was so enthusiastic about her improvised masturbation that I didn't want to distract her.
Eventually, I had to pull back because I felt the previous prickling sensation of orgasm.
-That's enough, Gloria!... I don't need any more of this.
My secretary's face made a coy gesture of displeasure since she was very enthusiastic about her toy and wanted to see how long it would stretch and swell between her hands.
However, I also perceived a kind of gratitude in her eyes, as I had no doubt that I was the first penis she had lent for her to try according to her pleasure.
I finished undressing (taking off my shirt buttons and tie) at the edge of my bed while she watched me from the entrance of my bedroom, naked and unsure what to do.
But when later I lay down on the bed and put on the condom, her attention focused once more on the object of her curiosity.
I ordered her to sit on her knees around my thighs. Again, she was hypnotized by my flesh appendage, so I had to take charge of the situation.
-Look, Gloria, it's better if you go ahead this time!- I explained, almost signaling for her to look up at me again.- If I do, I can hurt you and it might hurt, so you can administer your pain better. That's how I've done with my wife and lovers.
And once more, I felt that shock of reality giving her a new perspective: in those moments, she couldn't judge me for being unfaithful since she was about to do the same, and of course, there wasn't a hint of remorse on her part. In fact, she wanted with anticipation that it would happen.
I had the courtesy of taking my tool and placing it in its opening, playing a little with its moisture. It was curious to see how her lips contracted and expanded around my passage, making her shudder in an exquisite way.
I asked her to deposit her body slowly and for her to administer her advance. It was delicious, in the sense that she started to adjust herself slowly, rising and falling very slowly, but enjoying every second of it.
Clearly, a toy like mine had never felt it before, and little by little, I was enjoying the way she was stretching me.
For my part, I was captivated by my secretary's breasts, which were shaking deliciously with each thrust she gave me, and all I could think about was how tasty they would be to taste, devour, bite, and at the same time, knowing that Oscar couldn't find out.
When she finished adjusting herself, I was left speechless, as I still had a little more to deposit her until the base. However, Gloria had the fullest and most coquettish smile, seeing that she had filled herself up and started to ride me slowly, while I held onto her waist.
She began to moan softly, narrowing her eyes and dropping her head back, in ecstasy, as I pumped my best from my position.
I wanted to kiss her again and grab her breasts, so my hands guided her waist and twisted it to fulfill my duties.
We kissed loudly, with her galloping without stopping, just like I do with my wife, licking her from the base of her chin to beneath her left ear, making her brim with pleasure. Her breasts were pressing against my chest, but I wanted to feel them with my hands, sense her nipples between my fingers, and Gloria was surrendering.
She was drunk with pleasure, moving more and more wildly, shaking off her frustrations from who knows how long.
And again, we We kissed, but it was she who sought me out. I noticed her tongue was parched and trying to subdue me, but the only thing processing was the pumping occurring between my legs and I squeezed her delicious thighs between my hands, almost opening them like claws.
Gloria complained in a beastly way, but kept moving, faster and faster. I felt her level of slut getting out of control and my secretary losing herself...
*No, boss, no, boss, no! Ahh! Ahhh! Ahhh!
But it was too late: the right finger of my heart had lost itself to the base of her anus and that really turned her on. It hurt, bothered her, and she constantly asked me to take it out, but her hips kept moving frenetically.
Her breasts were crawling over mine, but the sequence of orgasms she was feeling wouldn't leave her alone. Her lips didn't let me go and her fervent tongue shook with mine. Her hug, above my neck, continued, trying to escape the culpable anal pleasure she was feeling, but at the same time, trapping her more and more with the lips that had given her pleasure.
Eventually, I finished, with my finger still in her backside, and she jaded in those long sighs that seem like sobs. She was exhausted and almost fell asleep.
- Come on, Gloria, perk up! - I say to her, laughing at her laziness.- I've been waiting several months to do this with you and you can't sleep like that.
We're still stuck to our sexes and in front of her surprise, I turn her over and put her underneath. I lick my lips, imagining the snack that awaits me and Gloria, still surprised that she's still stuck and swollen inside her, doesn't know what to expect.
Then, I start moving my shaft smoothly inside her and my secretary starts complaining again. It's too much and unexpected pleasure for her, so all she can do is close her eyes and enjoy.
However, when I reach her mark, I smile at myself, seeing her sighing and sighing intensely, and when I start forcing her... Gloria opens her eyes in surprise.
*Chief... you're...!* I interrupt her, submitting her with my lips.
I start advancing more and more, widening her and feeling her delicious. Gloria feels a combination of pain and pleasure that she hasn't felt for a long time.
My rhythm becomes frenzied. I open her legs and bend her knees, so the sensation of pleasure is maximum...
Then, finally, I touch them...
*No, chief!... No, chief!... Nooo!* she begs, but at the same time, she desires it with great enthusiasm.
And from a sure stroke, I mark and plant my flag. I've been the first (or at least, one of the few), to touch her uterus. And I attack her, without mercy.
She complains louder and louder, with a joyful tone of voice... finally, my testicles rub against her thighs. She's out of control, desirable...
Her mouth is undecided whether to keep screaming or kiss me wildly. I give it my all, until the end, submitting her in pleasure.
And it's at those moments that I start thinking about making Gloria my slut, and practically doing what I want with her...Next post
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