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Next postWhen the alarm clock went off, I was firmly hugging Pamela from behind. We were naked and sleep had been moderately restorative, because I could feel my tool tempering slowly with blood.
Those dark and large thighs and her precious breasts, which I squeezed the miserable hours of sleep we shared together, just as when we were lovers, awakened my desires for her.
On her part, upon understanding the origin of the noise, she turned over and half-asleep whispered to me:
*Don't get up, darling! Let's keep going a little more!
I smiled and replied:
-I'm sorry, Pamela. I have to go to work.
And it was something I couldn't control. Although it hadn't been a complete night with Pamela after 2 years and she hadn't treated me as kindly as that night, my mind was twisted by pending reports because despite Gloria's skills as my assistant, there are points I must verify personally and exhaustively, since we're talking about money destined for machinery investments where an error of 0.1% can be fatal.
So, like every day, I bathed, got dressed, and appreciated the tempting silhouette of Pamela, who was still sleeping peacefully.
I slipped silently into the guest room and under a heap of sheets and blankets, with evident aroma of woman's heat, found Marisol resting.
+Hello, my love, how are you?- she replied when I kissed her softly to wake her up.
-Bien, I wanted to come see you before I went to work. How are you?
+Sí, I'm super.- she said, rubbing her eyes to see me better and with a little fear in her voice, asked.- Did I scare you?
-Of course, you did! If not, I wouldn't have come to visit you, don't you think?
Marisol smiled sweetly and with that mischievous gaze fixed on my groin, asked:
+And did you bring me hot breakfast in bed? steamy night with Pamela, my wife's insinuating mouth was making me irresistible. -Just a little bit!- I said, quickly unbuttoning my pants.- I'm running late! Marisol smiled at me and with that special dedication, she started working on me. The most exciting part of the situation was seeing my wife's skill in massaging my trunk with one hand, kissing me with true gluttony and affection on my glans, and with the other hand, touching herself under the sheets and the mysterious hum of her vibrating egg or sexual toy. I started giving her more and more head while she really sucked, getting choked and hitting my stomach with her nose. Eventually, I felt myself coming undone since my wife, as an expert breast feeder, knows very well how to make me cum in a matter of minutes, no matter how much I could contain myself and when I did, she drank it all down, taking gulp after gulp of semen and licking her lips and the little that spilled on her nose with great relish. +What tasty, my love! You left quite delicious!- she said, with a voice almost childlike, licking her finger that had cleaned up.- From my side, I tried to recover once more since I'd only slept 2 hours that night and Marisol's mouth had just made me run the marathon. -Thanks!- I said, kissing her truly grateful and taking a little of my juices on her tongue.- Please, Marisol, don't let the kids find out! And after brushing my teeth again, I left the apartment. Just as the elevator doors were about to close (since unlike other days when I take the stairs due to a slight claustrophobia and irrational fear that the elevator will collapse), I spotted Sarah, my neighbor, desperately trying to hold back the doors. I must say that my encounter with her that morning was no coincidence since... gets around 6:20 in the morning towards her car, while I'll leave between 10 and 15 minutes later and that throughout the year where we've lived together in the department, with luck, we'll have coincided three times in the morning.
As we were leaving, after getting ready and thanking me for holding the doors, we looked at each other uncomfortably in silence while walking down to the parking lot.
The descent is long because even though the top-floor departments are duplex, those on the first floor are triplex, so we had to go down three floors of the lower plant plus the underground.
- I wanted to apologize!
Or why?-she asked disinterestedly.
- Because of last night's noise. We...
Or I didn't hear anything...-I was interrupted, but felt a shiver with her eyes.
Since the time she came to complain about us because Marisol was making a racket loudly on the first nights we slept in our new department, I've always felt intimidated by her gaze.
She's not an ugly woman. On the contrary, she has a good butt, I think she has a couple of noticeable breasts, is blonde and blue-eyed, with rectangular frame glasses and indeed, an analytical look like Sonia's, since being a lawyer, she must know how to discern if her clients are being sincere or not.
As for her way of dressing, it's quite sober. Note that I'm not saying she's the blonde version of Sonia, because my boss still tries to be sensual for the rest and show off her attributes. Sarah, on the other hand, wears long skirts down to her knees, thick jackets with almost no neckline, and despite not showing too much skin, her clothes are so tight that they leave room for imagination.
And finally, ending the brief introduction about how my neighbor is, we know that a man comes at least once a month to her department.
Marisol and I believe it's her ex-boyfriend, Brenda's father, since the few times we've seen the guy (a type of my height and complexion) thin physique, slightly better than mine; around 45 years old, blonde, with blue eyes and moderate baldness, always dressed elegantly like another lawyer), leaves the department quite angry, he's a snob and treats Marisol and me with indifference.
Because of this, I felt like I was walking alongside a literal lie detector and despite having crossed out the explanation that the commotion was due to my wife's visit, I believed it sufficient to confirm that I was a womanizer and my wife, an enabler,
- We'll try not to be loud...- I commented, facing his expectant gaze.
-or I've told you I haven't heard anything.- he insisted again, but something told me yes, I had heard everything.
The rest of the morning passed relatively normally, certainly I was sleep-deprived, but with each yawn, I remembered what I lived with Pamela, smiled and received a motivational punch to work.
But around 10:30 am, Gloria entered my office to give me her daily report.
That day, she wore an elegant green skirt that accentuated her waist; a gray-striped white shirt with subtle vertical lines that showed off her exquisite skin and the timid gait of a gazelle on the savannah.
It was clear that my refusal from the previous evening (I had never refused to do something for her before), had unbalanced her and she didn't know what to expect that morning.
She deposited the reports on my desk, nervous, with extremely tense arms and a very fearful look.
Then, for the first time, I took hold of her waist and positioned her rear end against the desk.
- Open your legs!- I ordered and she looked at me between submissive and embarrassed.
I was starting to feel the aroma of her juices when I lifted her skirt and it wasn't a big surprise to find a seductive semi-transparent purple lace panty, pretty wet...
Jadeaba pretty when I started to take off her underwear and an enormous drool emerged from her legs as the panty was halfway down her thighs.
- Close your legs! - I ordered, forcing the descent of the lingerie.
* What? - she asked with terror.
- Close your legs! I want to pull out your panty completely!
Gloria's gaze didn't know what to expect, given that this was completely off routine. Usually, I would take her underwear down to halfway up her thighs and then start caressing her, slowly and deeply, so that her sighs and blushes couldn't be heard by the rest of the staff.
For a couple of seconds, she remained paralyzed, unable to react, but after looking at me, she let out a sigh and let me continue.
- Well, Gloria. Now I want you to put your panty in your mouth.
Her face couldn't process the truth of my words...
- Gloria, today I'm going to make you scream with pleasure, and if you don't put it in your mouth, everyone outside will hear... or else, I have to understand that you don't want to do this anymore. What do you decide?
I had never seen her so scared, but that morning, I raised the stakes in our relationship.
Gloria knows she can perfectly go to Madeleine's office, denounce me, and I won't deny her accusations.
But on the other hand, as I mentioned, our daily ritual had already become part of her sexual life, and it seemed to please her so much that she accepted any outrageous proposal I made and submitted without questioning.
Still, that was the only opportunity I gave her.
Out of curiosity, I let her try the part in contact with her pubic hair (which almost caused her to gag), but she agreed to take the rest to her cheeks.
Her cleft was dripping more, with thick drool drops falling onto a piece of paper.
I lifted her skirt, exposing her buttocks and started caressing her with my left hand between... her legs. I could feel the shivers running through her body as I caressed her hairy femininity in long strokes that went and came with great parsimony, making her sigh quietly for a while. Then it was the turn of my right thumb, which like a shark started to slide along her rear slit, agitating her breathing a bit more. It was then the moment I decided to lift her rear higher. Gloria looked at me terrified, unable to resist what was happening and when I brought my face to her moisture, she couldn't do anything but let out a muffled cry on her underwear as my tongue slid up and down through her slit. With my right hand, I slowly introduced the index finger into her tightly closed rear hole, advancing and twisting it inside each time more, fixing her gaze towards the sky, completely unbalanced. Eventually, her hip ended up seeking more penetration, increasing the interval between her waist and the desk, leaving me with more space to lick her feminine slit, which dripped more and more without stopping until I could put my mouth between her lips, slide my tongue completely into her channel and suck her swollen button to detail, making her moan more and more. But then, when her waist was moving at the rhythm of a sewing machine on my mouth, I pulled out my finger from her anus, held her belly with my right hand and struggled with the desk with my left, stopping her completely, making her quickly turn around to see what was happening to me. And that was the moment I took advantage of to make the switch, placing my right hand in her crotch and my mouth in her rear slit, making her eyes dilate more in terror and what followed was a more intense muffled sigh than before because she had never experienced a black kiss in her life. I slid my tongue and folded Her sphincter, which had a peculiar taste, but mostly it was taking advantage of burying me in those fleshy thighs, while below, Gloria was inserting four of my fingers (from the thumb to the ring finger) and moving like someone possessed. Because, even though I don't consider my fingers fat (Marisol thinks differently...), they are long, proportionate to my height, so apart from caressing her complete concavity with my hands, the phalanx and nail of my thumb were also stimulating her distended clitoris.
Gloria started a wild ride, masturbating herself with my right hand with considerable enthusiasm, while my mouth and left hand were assaulting her anus. She remained rigid for about two seconds, feeling that my ring finger was also attached, and once more, feeling my annular.
But in those moments, the morbidness had already possessed me, and I was investigating every pointed form on my desk to give her an anal masturbation as it corresponds, just like I did with Marisol.
I even got to a point where I considered occupying the phone's receiver, but discarded it quickly because it would deform it irreparably (not even thinking about what would remain of its internal odors in those moments...), and well or badly, I want to be the one who gets to use it first.
It was like that, somehow, that I spotted a black gold fountain pen, somewhat plump but sufficient to test her anus.
She let out a jump and a tremendous scream when she felt the reverse end inserting into her anus, although it could also have been the surprise of feeling the cold clip of gold rubbing against her insides.
Whatever, her movements converged into a kind of human biela, giving herself pleasure both anally and vaginally at an increasingly accelerated rhythm.
She was swallowing more than half the fountain pen and sometimes I worried she would swallow it all and not be able to retrieve it, even her moans were more audible, regardless of... Improvised undressing of my innerwear.
I decided that the best course of action was to do this as soon as possible and the best option I took was to insert the fingers of my right hand as deep as I could, stealing a demonic sigh from him.
It turned out to be resistant to my advances, but around the 7th or 8th time, his hips were already moving without stopping and releasing their contents in a nearly explosive manner.
Exhausted, he leaned his body against the desk, while his spasms decreased in intensity, releasing less fluids each time. By pure miracle, he had deposited his reports to my left, because his flows had been so many that it made a small puddle.
We looked at each other and his face was exhausted, satisfied, and covered with sweat droplets on the height of his nasal septum.
* Chief... I...- he said, sliding his hands almost desperately onto my crotch.
* No! No! No!- I replied, smiling and turning my legs to the left, not caring about the bulge that was forming.- Today, I'm really busy and can take care of it. That's all. Now, I want you to advance on what you have and tomorrow deliver the reports that are missing.
* But despite my words, his eyes didn't leave my crotch and the way his lips were rising, eager to repay me for some of the joy, although I wanted to save energy to spend it with Pamela.
He composed himself again (and I think he didn't put on his pants) and left more majestically and diligently than when he had entered.
And to finish, Sonia did something similar to me in the afternoon meeting: she took the reports that were pending from me and didn't review them, since she trusts me and only seeing me with a better mood was proof enough that everything was fine.
In fact, the only thing she asked was:
Or were you with Pamela yesterday?
After answering, she took a small remote control, sat next to me, put her hand through the waistband of her skirt, started buzzing, and ordered: Tell me everything!Next post
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