A Perverse Mind VS Submissives 1
A Promise to a Friend Who Will Fulfill Something Morbid
With the Seal of Pleasure and Morbidity...
I knew him since childhood because although he wasn't from where I was born, but we both grew up together in a small town. And now that he's dead, it doesn't affect me considering Alberto was a good guy. As a friend, there was no one like him. Affectionate, attentive, funny but above all loyal, his only defect is having me as a friend. If he had a problem, I was the first to help you out. But being a wonderful person, he had a problem:
--He was a complete disaster!
Being an intelligent and hardworking type, he was also wasteful to extreme degrees. As soon as he got money, he'd spend it all. He never thought about tomorrow until the day they diagnosed him with cancer, but then it was too late.
While he was healthy, his salary was enough to give his wife a more than dignified lifestyle. Lissana had been born into a wealthy family, owner of a citrus juice plant that unfortunately went bankrupt. Knowing how she'd been educated, she made sure she never lacked anything: if she wanted a dress, she'd go shopping and buy it. If she lost her phone, she'd get the latest model. In short, she treated her like a queen but wasting the rest of his money. That's why when he fell ill, they lived on rent and his checking account was in the red.
I still remember the Saturday I went to visit him at the clinic. It was tough watching him hooked up to all those machines. The vital and funny man had only left a shell of skin and bones behind. As I entered his room, he asked me to come closer and taking my hand between his, confessed that he was scared.
--I understand you.
--Dying at 30 is a cruelty.
My friend noticed how I'd interpreted him and whispering so no one could hear, corrected my mistake.
--It's not the dying that worries me. What bothers me is... it's messed up to leave Lissana with nothing to defend herself. -And making a confession, she told me. --My life doesn't matter to me but I don't know what will become of her, that's what's got me so bad. -Trying to take the edge off the situation, I replied in a joking tone that it was worth more dead than alive because when she died, she would collect widow's pension.
She has nobody or nothing to keep going with you understand, nobody, she has a younger sister something problematic that we put into a private girls' school which is more like a reform school for troubled girls and well I can't afford that anymore very soon they'll send her back and my wife can't handle my situation and her sister's neither haven't wanted to tell her that to avoid worrying her more.
--That's the problem. I haven't contributed enough years and with what she'll be left, she won't be able to pay for even a miserable little room. -She replied almost crying.
Seeing how she suffered over her wife's fate wasn't pleasant and acting like a true irresponsible person, I said:
--Alberto brother, as you know my economic situation is good. I commit to finding her a job so she can live comfortably.
My words instead of calming her down upset her more and raising her voice, she explained that her wife had never worked outside the home and although she was a good cook, she didn't see her working in a restaurant. I should have bitten my tongue at that moment but already launched, I offered to give her work myself:
--You know I have an old estate in the village and it would be great to have someone I can trust to take care of it. The ones who took care of it all their lives have retired and that's why I come here little because I don't have anyone to cook for me. It would do me a favor!
When she heard me, she clung to my offer like a burning nail and made me swear that I would do it. If I were alive, I would never have betrayed that friend, in the ante-room of her death I was unable to do it and not knowing what kind of mess I was getting myself into, I promised to fulfill word given. At that moment I wasn't aware that from the armchair, the referred one hadn't lost our conversation but an hour later when I was already leaving, she approached me and giving thanks, asked me when she had to start working. Knowing her bad situation, I answered.
--Consider yourself hired as of now.
--And taking hold of her arm, I whispered in her ear.
--I only come on weekends but if it's too rushed, take care of your husband and if unfortunately he dies, you'll have time to start working when you recover.
The woman stayed thinking for a few seconds about what was convenient and after meditating, she asked.
--Does the job include the house where you lived?
I knew she referred to a small pavilion located at the end of the estate. Although I had planned to convert that shed into a garage and seeing where things were headed with this woman, I answered:
--It's very deteriorated but if you need it, you could live there.
Incapable of looking me in the face, she responded.
--I would come well because as my husband said, we're just making ends meet and if you lend me that house, I won't have to pay rent.
--No problem for me.
--Then, Don Manuel.
--I'd like to move in immediately because “Las Flores del Campo” is five minutes from the hospital and I could take care of Alberto without problems.
I realized she was talking about You. And understanding it was the correct way to address me since I was going to become part of my service, I decided to leave correcting her for another day. It seemed strange that this woman who knew me since childhood didn't address me informally but as it was a trivial matter, I shook her hand and sealed the deal. Lissana moves to live in “Las Flores del Campo” which is what the house is called. I still haven't explained that although I always referred to the family property as the mansion, in reality it was a ten-hectare estate in the middle of town. Among its stone walls, besides the residence of the lords and the house of those who took care of it there was a pool, an enormous garden and a large vegetable garden. It was my father who decided to fence off part of the land to produce vegetables when he saw that there was extra space left over. Unfortunately, since I lived in the capital, it had been neglected and at those times, it was nothing more than a breeding ground for weeds.
Coming back to the story I was telling you. That night I had dinner with some acquaintances and I got drunk. To put it briefly, I arrived home with a fart at my friend's place. So the next morning when the doorbell rang, I jumped up startled and with a huge headache.
--Who is going to be here for hours! Saturday! -I thought when I saw that my watch marked 9 o'clock.
Angry, I put on shorts and went barefoot, went down to answer the unexpected visit, without a shirt. It was only when I saw my friend's wife at the door that I remembered that I had hired her the day before. The enormous suitcase she brought told me that Lissana was coming to stay, so I asked her to give me 15 minutes to show her around.
--I didn't expect you'd come so early. -I said as an excuse. --I'll change and go down.
--Don't worry about it, Don Manuel. -She replied, looking around. Conscious of the mess, I tried to excuse the deplorable state by saying:
--It's embarrassing that you see such a mess but since those who used to take care of it retired, no one bothers.
--That's why I'm here, go shower and while you're at it, I'll see what I can do.
Disgusted because my new maid had told me to go take a shower, I went up the stairs and got into the bathroom. It was under the water when I realized that maybe I hadn't done well in hiring this girl. Although she was my friend's wife, she was 25 years old and knowing how they spent their time in the village inventing gossip, I feared that once her husband died, her reputation would be tarnished. On the other hand, I was used to bringing my one-night conquests home and having her there, none of them would ever... From the people of the town would dare to accept it because of what will be said. That was the first time I realized that her presence was going to change my way of life, but since I had given my word, I decided that if problems arose, I would have time later to take measures. Already dressed, I went down to look for her. Lissana had decided to get started and so when I found her cleaning the kitchen, she not only had prepared breakfast but had even washed my laundry. When I entered the room, my employee was climbing a ladder trying to remove mildew from a shelf. The forced position allowed me to appreciate that woman's legs.
--“She's good for nothing” -I thought and, disguising myself while serving coffee, gave her anatomy a good review. Unaware of being the object of my examination, the girl seemed happy and trying to keep showing off those thighs, so I sat in silence. --“What a butt!” -I valued from my chair.
I had never noticed that Alberto's wife had a rear end worthy of a museum. Two hard, round, and well-placed buttocks made that part of her body very desirable. The feeling that my 23-centimeter-long and 16-millimeter-thick penis was getting erect under my pants made me ashamed of my attitude and, leaving those thoughts aside, I told her if she wanted to visit the house. Although it seemed strange, Linda was delighted to accompany me.
How big is the house, I asked where she would like to start:
--If you don't mind, I'd like to leave my suitcase in my room.
It will sound bad but I appreciated her desire because that way I would see that dirty shed before the rest and not the other way around, so it wouldn't be as depressing for her compared to where I lived. My worst expectations were confirmed as soon as I entered, because when I opened the door, I found that part of the ceiling had fallen, making it Uninhabitable. If my face was one of shock, Lissana's wasn't behind and crying explained to me that she had spoken with her landlord that morning and told him she would be leaving the apartment she was renting in a week. Seeing the desolation on her face, I committed another foolishness and, trying to calm her down, offered for her to stay at the large house while I got someone to fix up this dungeon.
--Are you sure?--she asked relieved.
--Of course, there's no one who lives here.--I commented and, making myself good, said. --The mansion is too big for me alone, it doesn't matter if you stay here while I get someone to repair the roof and arrange the rest.
Lissana received my offer with such happiness that only the fact of being an old acquaintance prevented her from thanking me by kissing my hands. Her gratitude made me value in its just measure the difficulties of that marriage, and supposing it would be a matter of a couple of months, I didn't see any problem with it.
It was when I showed her the guest room next to mine that I perceived the exact dimension of my proposal, since as an old house it would have to share the bathroom with her. My parents had placed the service entrance between both rooms, so I would have to close the connecting door to maintain my privacy. I recognize that I didn't say anything because it seemed like a bad kind of snobbery but, used to living alone, the prospect of someone using my same shower didn't please me at all.
Instead, Lissana was thrilled because, not in vain, next to the small flat she shared with her husband, my inheritance seemed like a palace. After leaving her suitcase in the room, I showed her the rest of the house while, internally, I was getting annoyed with myself.
--I'll be an idiot!--I muttered to myself when I finished and, trying to calm down, decided to go for a walk. I was already going out when she asked if I would be coming back to eat:
--No, thank you.--I answered, although it wasn't true. What had remained. Lie in that absurd way, got me out of my skin and that's why I didn't even get into my car before starting the engine and leaving without a fixed route. I couldn't conceive that at 30 years old, I would lie to avoid admitting I preferred being alone. For two hours, I was driving around the mountains, feeling hungry, so I stopped to eat at a roadside bar. Bad luck made me enter a miserable place, the food was crap, so I left half of it on my plate. When I got back home, I didn't see Lissana and thinking she must be cleaning another part of the house, I didn't pay attention and went straight to my room. As many times before, I was opening the door that led to the bathroom when I heard the sound of water from the shower. Cut off the door and fell onto the bed. From then on, I recognize my guilt. That the woman of my friend was taking a bath just a few meters away made me remember the wonder of her legs, which nature had endowed her with, and behaving like a pig, I decided to take advantage of that circumstance. Since you already know, the house was old and its doors... So, taking advantage of the peephole, I crouched down to spy on her. The first thing I saw was her pantyhose and bra placed in the sink. Knowing Lissana was naked was enough for my penis to come out of its lethargy. I swear I was already excited even before seeing her silhouette through the transparent shower curtain. As if it were a porn movie, I enjoyed the way she was washing herself so sensually. If her legs were spectacular, what can be said about the breasts I discovered while spying? Big, hard and swollen, they were the best I had seen until then, and without any restraint, I unzipped my pants and pulling out my member, I started masturbating in her honor.
--What a wonder! -I exclaimed softly as she turned around to check both the black nipples decorating her breasts and the well-groomed pussy between her legs. observation, I was surprised not only by the size of her breasts but also by the exquisite beauty of the rest of her body and therefore, from that moment on, I envied my friend. --“Damn! How did he keep it hidden!” -I thought, remembering that Alberto had never mentioned the beauty she had in bed. I stayed with my mouth open when the woman spread her legs to wash her groin, allowing my gaze to linger on her vulva. Lissana was completely bald down there, which made it strangely attractive. I have to admit that my breathing accelerated as I contemplated this wonder. If it weren't for the way she took her time and was sensual about it, I would have thought she was putting on a show and what she really wanted was to get me hard. Completely absorbed in watching her, I masturbated with more force while admiring every detail of her movements. At that time, I wished I were the one washing her and running my hands over her entire body. I imagined being the one who was palpating her breasts, caressing her back but above all licking her sex. But the drop that filled the glass and made me explode was when she bent down to pick up the soap that had slipped from her hands. As she did so, she allowed me to marvel again at her ass and discover between her cheeks, her pink and virginal anus. Imagining myself as the one who would deflower the back entrance of my friend's wife excited me and I came silently onto the carpet, then fearing that she would discover the white stains and understand that I had been spying on her, I cleaned them up afterwards, after which I went down to the living room, trying to forget her silhouette. But it was impossible, her naked skin had imprinted itself in my mind and would never fade away. That afternoon, Lissana visited her husband at the hospital, giving me the opportunity to review her room. I know it was immoral but that woman I had him obsessed and that's why when I saw her walking away, I waited ten minutes before entering. The first thing I did was make sure I wasn't surprised and so I locked the entrance door to the house before sneaking in like a thief into the room where I was going to sleep. Once inside, I opened her closet where I discovered another sign of how badly that couple was doing. There was lots of old clothes but it looked like they hadn't bought anything new for years. But what really got me excited was discovering her collection of tiny and almost transparent thongs in a drawer. Just imagining that beauty wearing those things made my imagination run wild. I saw myself separating those two breasts and introducing my tongue into their interior.
But the best part came at the end. When reviewing her nightstand, I found out that Lissana had company at night. It didn't matter that her husband had been bedridden for months; her dear wife was alleviating his absence with a huge dildo.
--Damn it to hell with Alberto's girlfriend! -I thought while sniffing the device.
It was then that I discovered it had just been used. It still had traces of humidity and the sweet smell that it emitted was unmistakable.
--He just masturbated! -I exclaimed loudly, clearly excited.
Putting everything back in its place, I had to go to the bathroom to jerk off while releasing my tension. As I did, I decided that somehow that ass would be mine. Taking advantage of her economic situation and knowing for sure that it had been months since her husband last screwed her, that woman would want to or not, she would have to pass through my bed. I would try to seduce her first but if that failed, I would use all sorts of bad tricks to get her to screw me. The time until her return, I used to plan my next moves and so as soon as I crossed the threshold, I asked her how Alberto was doing. Lissana burst into tears when she heard me ask about her husband and with tears in her eyes, she answered: Very bad. Doctors told me that she didn't have more than a month left. -Exaggerating the pain her words caused me, I hugged and petted her hair, saying: --I'll miss you. Her wife let herself be comforted for five minutes, sobbing against my shoulder. Acting like a good friend, I acted as a tear towel when, in reality, feeling her body against mine, I couldn't help but think about how it would be to have her between my legs, my cock started to grow. I petted her hair and subtly slapped her ass. When I checked that she had calmed down, I separated from her and, using her pain, asked why we weren't going out to dinner. --You're not in the mood to cook. -I insisted when she refused. --I swear it doesn't matter and look at how I'm dressed. -Her non-committal response gave me encouragement and with a tender voice, I replied: --I won't accept a no... Wait for you while you change. Giving in, she went into her room. Satisfied with that first skirmish won, I entertained myself thinking about where to take her. If we went anywhere in the town, her nighttime outing could create gossip but if I took her somewhere else, it might get out of hand. So, while waiting for her, I decided it should be up to her to decide. It didn't surprise me when she came down dressed modestly. Wearing a horrible gray suit, she could have passed as a nun going to a religious service. --What a waste! -I thought seeing her. Yet, that nun's disguise couldn't hide from my eyes the rotundness of her forms. Her big and hard ass rebelled against being buried under the thick skirt. With an eagle's eye and my experience with women's bodies, I could say that her body was 1.76 meters tall, mine was 1.89, and hers were 96-60-101. Easy with plump and turned legs and her paradisical booty, with that wasp waist, highlighted more that operated ass, it must be, couldn't be the work of... genetics and exercise. Valuing in its just measure the specimen that was going to accompany me to dinner, gallantly, I gave way to it. Lissana thanked me for the gesture with a smile and asked where we were going. I delayed responding because my mind was wandering at that moment about how and when to attack her, but when she insisted, I answered: --Do you think we should go to a restaurant? Leaving the oppressive atmosphere of our town seemed like a good idea to her, so we walked along the road for the 20 kilometers that separated us from that place. Once inside the urban center, I directed myself to a charming restaurant where I used to take my conquests. --Do you know this inn?- I asked while opening the door for her. The girl shook her head and with a frightened step, let me lead her to our table, where we were once alone, she said: --Why don't we go somewhere else? This is too expensive. -I understood Lissana's objections and without giving them much importance, I answered: --That's why you don't have to worry. You deserve all this and more. My flattery dissipated her reservations, so when the waiter arrived with the wine, she didn't object to serving her a glass. During dinner, the blonde relaxed and started drinking more than usual. After the wine and dinner, three cocktails came, so by the time we left the restaurant, the woman was already quite drunk. Seeing in her drunkenness a plausible opportunity for Alberto's wife to make a fool of herself, I asked if she wanted to take another drink at another place. --Just one.- She answered, already having trouble articulating her words. That was the first and five others came after, so by late night, she confessed that she was terrified about her future and thanked me for taking her under my wing. Behaving like a typical drunk, she hugged me while telling me I owed her my life and to count on her for everything. --If you only knew how much I love you!-I thought silently while paying. return trip, Lissana fell asleep from the intoxication she had and so when arriving home, I held her under her arms and going up the stairs, took her to her room. Once there, I let her fall onto the bed. Absolutely unconscious, she stayed in the same position as she fell. Her skirt had twisted around her legs, allowing my eyes to revel in those dark and plump legs. This image impacted me because unaware of my examination, my new employee was showing me her almost naked backside, saying almost because only the thong buried between her cheeks prevented me from contemplating it completely. Sitting on a chair in front of her bed, I kept looking at her. The temptation to touch the wonderful breasts I had seen in the bathroom was too strong and after five minutes where I debated what to do, I encouraged myself thinking that if I did it carefully no one would find out. Wanting to check her true state, I approached her and gave her some soft slaps on the face. --“She's out cold!” -I confirmed when seeing she didn't notice. Without thinking twice, I started unbuttoning her blouse button by button. The more I opened it, the more excited I felt checking in person the two wonders with which nature had endowed her. When I already had the blouse completely unbuttoned, I delighted myself touching those breasts that had obsessed me. Acting like a junkie who doesn't know what he's getting into, I brought my mouth to her nipples and started nibbling them. My moves went completely unnoticed by my victim who, as if in a trance, was still sleeping the monkey. Already dominated by lust and moving her on the bed, I put her face up and with her legs apart. Only the brief fabric of her thong separated me from her sex and so, being careful not to wake her, I went down until I pulled it off through her feet. Once again, I confirmed in situ what I had already intuited through the lock. --“What a pussy she has! Foxy - I gazed at it. Completely shaved, there were no hairs that could impede me from observing such beauty and acting like a pig, I passed one of my fingers over the slit that was entirely at my disposal. It surprised me to find that it was wet and so I checked if on her face there was any sign that she was aware of what I was doing with her at that moment. But everything revealed that she was still submerged in intense sleep, so I bent my head between her thighs and passed my tongue over her folds. --What a tasty one! -I thought to myself and already more confident, I started nibbling on her clitoris. The flavor of an unsatisfied woman flooded my taste buds, making me totally excited, I entertained myself eating her pussy until under my pants, my penis asked for more. The heat that was running through my entrails was so intense that it even hurt from how hard it was. Unable to hold back, I took off my pants and pulling out my cock from its confinement, I started playing with that sex. The moisture that flooded that preciousness facilitated my penetration and softly, I penetrated her until the end. I was fucking her when I realized that I should take advantage of this happy circumstance even more and taking her very reluctantly, I went to my room for my cell phone. With it in my hand, I started taking pictures of pussies, or rather of that plump Conchita and the splendid pussy of the kid and not content with that, I took several more, putting my glans in her mouth as if I were sucking on it. Next, I separated her legs and inserting myself between them, immortalized the way my penis was taking possession of her interior. At that moment, Lissana sighed and so I froze, thinking that she had woken up and was going to discover me violating her, but still today I give thanks that it was just a scare and my friend's wife was still snoring off her drunkenness. Despite this, I have to admit that my heart was racing at a thousand and without moving, I waited for a few seconds. --Can you imagine? What wakes up and catches me with my cock inside her? - I mentally balbuceed, startled. After a while, seeing that she didn't move, I started moving slowly, penetrating her interior with my foreigner. Her conduct and my warmth did the rest, and after 10 minutes, I realized I was going to come, which is unusual for me, but this woman really got me off. Not wanting to leave any trace, I pulled out and ejaculated on her legs. Then, satisfied, although I wanted to repeat it, I preferred leaving it for another day and cleaning up the remnants on her skin, eliminating all evidence of my passage through her bed. Almost at the door when I remembered I hadn't put on her thong, so I went back a few steps, grabbed her panties. Unfortunately for her, I remembered her vibrator and thinking about the next day, decided that if she woke up with it in her hands, any soreness in her pussy would be attributed to her having used it drunk. Improvising on the fly, I shoved it all the way in so it would have traces of her flow and left it on the bed, setting it to minimum level. --In two or three hours, that buzzing will wake her up and she'll think that's what happened. Dead from laughter, I closed her room and went back to my bed. Not even mentioning taking the photos I had taken, I sent them to my email for safekeeping, then deleted them and fell asleep. I admit I'm a cheapskate... That morning I woke up early and ran into Lissana on the stairs. Forgetting it was Sunday, that woman was washing the steps, crouched down, which allowed me to give her cleavage a complete once-over. --This woman has more than just a quickie - I said to myself, remembering how I had taken advantage of her the night before. The validation that she didn't remember anything came when I heard her greeting me cheerfully and telling me breakfast was ready. My tranquility became total as I laughed at her hangover... asked her how she had ended up in my room. Obviously, I lied. My response satisfied her and, getting up from the floor, she went to warm up some coffee without knowing that when looking at her ass down the hallway, it was something else that had elevated her temperature. Unfortunately, after taking a sip of it, I had to say goodbye to her because I had a commitment at noon.
--When will you be back? -she asked with a sorrowful tone.
--Friday. -I replied without realizing she had called me 'you' again.
Already in the car, I was about to turn around but assuming that if I wanted to make that woman my lover, I would slowly close her world until she had no choice but to open up. From that moment on, I couldn't get her out of my head. The days locked in my office only fueled the need I had to get back inside her.
Friday, as soon as I arrived at my office, I called her to confirm that I was coming for lunch. The woman showed enthusiasm about the detail that I had warned her and crossing a previously unimaginable limit, she commented...
--I've missed you. Without you, I don't have anyone to talk to. -Her confession left me perplexed and unsure of what to say, so we agreed to meet at 3 pm... --I'll be waiting with the table set.
--Of course that would be fine! -I said.
While driving towards the town, I started getting hot. I needed that woman. Although I had known her since childhood, I never noticed her as a woman worth my attention and that's why I was now disoriented.
--Manuel, she's just a pussy. -I shouted while alone in my car. But something inside me said that if I managed to take her to bed, it would be hard for me to let her go... --I'll screw her and if I've seen her before, I don't remember. -I sentenced myself without believing it.
When I arrived, I was trembling like a kid on his first date. I didn't know what awaited me after that woman's verbal slip from my friend's girlfriend and so I greeted her discreetly from the doorway. Lissana She answered that she was in the kitchen. Following her voice, I entered the room and found her preparing dinner. I stood there staring at her, mesmerized. The heat from the fires had raised the temperature of the room, and the sweat on her body made her blouse stick to her chest. The sensuality of the scene was magnified by her nipples, large and hard, marking themselves under the fabric. I knew she had guessed my thoughts as I stood there fixedly observing those wonders of nature, with the help of surgery, having touched many breasts and booties in my life, I knew that if it was genetic, a good diet, exercise, and if it was surgery, it was very hard and firm. But from afar, not far enough to scare or cut off, she smiled at me.
God! I'd throw her onto the table! I thought, trying to restrain my instincts.
It was Alberto's wife who had to break the uncomfortable silence that had settled between us, asking me to sit down at the table. From my chair, I contemplated that woman, serving herself soup while letting my eyes revel in her cleavage once more. I swear that if I had the courage, I would have launched myself at her neck, but instead, I had to settle for the spoon. I knew Lissana was playing with me; I couldn't let it happen, my pride was at stake, and so, I had to probe.
Do you know, Lissana, how much I miss you... don't know how much.
She sat down at the table, ate without stopping her flirting with me, until in the dessert, I knew she would ask for something. First, she told me that her husband was getting worse and that the doctors had given up on him, then explained to me that that morning, when she went to pick up her things from her old apartment, the landlord told her he had two months' unpaid rent.
How much is it? I asked.
Fifteen thousand, and going straight to the point, she begged me to lend them to her, asking me to keep them for her. From his salary.
--Good, I suppose I can. -I said doubting.
--I swear to you that I will pay it in some way.
--I'll find a way to get paid back. -I let out as if nothing was wrong. Then the silly woman didn't think about my words and hugged me and gave me a kiss on the cheek, a moment I took advantage of to give her a good squeeze on that hard butt.
--What are you doing!- she protested when she felt my hands tracing her buttocks.
--Taking an advance. -I said without letting go.
The woman scared by my attitude rebelled a bit but seeing that I wasn't advancing, let me have my way with her ass for a minute, it was more than perfect, I couldn't wait to get that ass, after which she indignantly left the room. I laughed out loud as she walked away and taking the money from my wallet, I left it on the table. I had played my cards and now I couldn't go back. What this woman would do in an hour was going to depend not only if I could get her but even my reputation because a scandal would make my weekends at that place unbearable. Giving her time to think, I went out to the garden and while walking around, I realized I needed more care. When I got back home, Lissana wasn't there but the money had disappeared and fearing she had left for good, I entered her room. Discovering her clothes in the closet, I smiled knowing that this woman had signed her own sentence.
--I won't be long before I'm purring until my bed! -I said to myself with certainty.
Decided to take control of her life, I called Dr. Rodriguez, the doctor who treated Alberto at the clinic. After introducing myself, he recognized me as an old friend of his patient and, interested in him, asked about the treatment of the sick man.
--Bad. -He replied suddenly. --We can't do much here. I've recommended her to take him to a private clinic where they can give him palliative care. He's not going to get better but at least he won't keep suffering.
--And what did she say?
--The poor woman confessed that she didn't have money for make it.
--How much would it cost?- I asked interested.
--About ninety thousand like minimum.
The figure was important but fortunately not outrageous and so after thinking about it twice, I informed him that I would take care of it but that I demanded confidentiality, no one should know. The doctor looked surprised but seeing that it was best for Alberto, accepted my explanation. Making myself a good friend, justified my decision in the friendship that united me with his patient. Once that small detail was settled, I collapsed onto the sofa in the living room and turned on the TV. All that was left to do was wait. At half past eight in the evening, Lissana arrived looking like a whirlwind and no sooner had she dumped her bag than she came to confront me, which I liked, angry women are easier to manipulate, easier to tame, they don't think well, they let themselves be carried away by the moment and their feelings.
--Who do you think you are to organize my life, you're a damn!- She was clearly altered and so I waited for her to spew out all sorts of insults from her mouth and when she finished, without looking away from the TV, I responded.
--Do you mean to prevent your husband from suffering further? Do you want me to call the doctor to withdraw my offer? You know that with my help his final days would be more peaceful... even a miracle could occur!- As I had predicted, she was unable to ask me for that and with tears in her beautiful eyes, she asked.
--What do you want in return?- Between sobs. I smiled.
I let out a laugh afterwards and getting up, went towards her. I enjoyed seeing how she trembled at knowing my intentions beforehand. Already by her side, I grabbed her around the waist and giving her a kiss before looking into her eyes and answering.
--You already know, girl, don't be silly.
Destoyed, she ran out of the room afterwards. Any other person would have taken possession of their property in that moment but not me, I had to prepare the meat. I preferred for my victim to come around with time, rather than when I took her and she had already assimilated that was going to be mine. As is logical, Lissana locked herself in her room to cry for an hour and only came out when I called her to eat dinner. Nothing more than seeing her didn't cost me recognizing her complete submission because she wanted to show me her submission by coming out completely naked. Something I hadn't asked for, but I liked her initiative. Her boldness made me approach her and taking one of her breasts in my hands, I asked her...
--How many times have you touched yourself this afternoon, imagining that I was possessing you?
--None! -She answered without retreating, but with a gesture of disgust on her face. Delighted by her rebelliousness, I grabbed her chin and forced her to look at the burlesque grimace on my face.
--Have I ever told you that you're a very beautiful slut? -
Without paying attention to my insult, she kept looking at me with disdain.
--You're very good, slut, don't you know?!
--I'll let you take me if you help Alberto! -She seemed to still want to confront me, so I brought one of her nipples to my mouth and ran my tongue along all its edges. Mmmmmnnn. -She let out a moan when I started nibbling, her pink nipples were well-placed.
--My dear Lissana! Who would have thought you had these wonders hidden? -
Trying to avoid being taken, she asked me.
--Did you call me to serve dinner? Is that right?
--I already had her excited and taking her between my arms, I led her to my bed. Scared by what was coming for her...
--Please, please don't hurt me! -She begged.
She asked me not to hurt her. A laugh was my response and forcing her to separate her legs, I sat down next to her on the bed. Crying with rage, the blonde saw that I was sitting beside her on the mattress. Although she knew what was going to happen, she couldn't repress a moan when I ran my hand over one of her thighs.
--Mmmmnnnnn, ha, ha, ha, ha, Haaaaaaaaaaaa...
Trembling with fear, she had to endure as my fingers explored all... Her skin as I gazed into her eyes, searching for any reaction. The tips of my fingers activate her entire body, all her sexual points, don't take long to give in to me, the back of her ear, her neck, her clavicles, her nipples, her abdomen, specifically her navel, her armpit, her waist when I took her with force, she was already sweating a lot, her face red like a tomato, her plump lips were also an orgasm point, and well, clearly her clitoris that was the strongest and the one I touched most. --Haaaaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaaaaaaaaaaa, ha, ha, ha, haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa…. -Her soft moans betrayed her. She endured my caresses as best she could, pinching one of her nipples, drew strength from desperation and with a dry voice, she let go of me. --¡¡¡Desgraciado, hazlo rápido!!! Inclining myself over her face, I licked her cheeks and forcing her mouth, I introduced my tongue into her interior. The absence of response from the woman exhausted me and grabbing her hair, I whispered in her ear. --Tomorrow, you'll ask me to screw you! ¡Slutty, you'll see it! Acto seguido y obviando sus lloros, descendí por su cuello y recreándome en su pecho, mordisqueé nuevamente esos pezones que me traían obsesionado. Para entonces aunque nunca lo reconocerá, el calor había invadido completamente ya sus mejillas y sus lamentos se habían atenuado. Comprendiendo que debía mostrarle quien mandaba, pellizqué su aureola con dureza, consiguiendo que de su garganta saliera un alarido. --Haaaaaaah… ¡Por favor! Haaa, haa, haaaaaa… ¡No me hagas daño! --¡Hare lo que me venga en gana porque eres mi slut ! ¡Te he comprado! Incapaz de aceptar que era verdad, separó su mirada de mí y se concentró en el techo para evitar la mía. Viendo su reacción, no me importó y agachándome entre sus piernas, saqué mi lengua y con ella, recogí un poco de flujo de su sexo. Al sentir la húmeda caricia en su vulva, cerró los puños mientras dos lagrimones caían por sus mejillas. --¡Noooo!- musitó calladamente al notar que me había apoderado de su clitoris.
Her lament intensified as she perceived that her body was not immune to my caresses and when I put a finger inside her pussy, her moans gave me the reason that she was starting to enjoy that crazy treatment.
--Ahhhh, ohhh… Uffff, haaaaaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haa, ha, Mmmmnnnnn, ha, ha, ha, ha, Haaaaaaaaaaaa… Mmnmnnn, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaaaaaaa… ha, ha, haaaaaa, Mmnnn, Mmnnnnn… haaaaaaaaaa, ha, ha, ha, haaaaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, Haaaaaaaaaaaa, ha, ha, ha, haaaaaaay...
--Do you like it? True!
--¡¡¡Nooo!!! -She shuddered with all her strength.
--Haaaaaaaaaa, ha, ha, ha, haaaaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, Haaaaaaaaaaaa, ha, ha, ha, haaaaaaay...
Resuming my maneuvers, I introduced the second. The blonde's breathing became labored as she noticed it. Decided to get her surrender, I slowly started taking them out and putting them back in while my mouth occupied her button.
--Haaaaaaaaaa, ha, ha, ha, haaaaaaay... Do it, do it, do it now and let me! Uffff, haaaaaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haa, ha, Mmmmnnnnn, ha, ha, ha, ha, Haaaaaaaaaaaa… -Dead of laughter, I brought my hand to her mouth and opening her lips made her lick her own flow while telling her.
--You're a foxy one and you're soaked! I knew you were one, but not that much! You can deny it from the outside in, but your pussy says you're excited. -Not being able to deny the obvious, she tried to bite me. As I had anticipated, she failed to achieve her goal and launching herself against the bed, I slapped her.
--Do you want me to be violent then? I asked, getting up from the bed and going to her room for her vibrator. Once back, I showed her what I was holding in my hands, saying.
--Recognize your toy? Do you think I don't know what you masturbate thinking of me? -Although it was a lamp, in her eyes I discovered that I had hit the mark and already convinced of what she was doing, I I forced her to open her mouth. --Suck it and don't make yourself too tight, you can't fool me! -Having been discovered. --That's how you should do it... be a good slutty! -Lissana couldn't do anything but open her mouth and obey. It goes without saying that I loved seeing her licking that plastic cock while I immortalized the moment with my cell phone camera. --I thought about sending this photo to be printed and putting it in the middle of the living room. -I put the phone down on the nightstand when I left.
--No, No, No, don't do it, please! I beg you, don't do it, don't make me do that! Everyone will know I'm a slut, your slut! -She said without realizing its meaning, which I liked and a lot, we were on the right track.
Although she hadn't realized it, the blonde was already assuming her condition and only asking to be something between us. To reward her, I picked up the device and turned it on, putting it all the way into her pussy. Feeling the vibration in her entrails, my friend's wife let out a moan that I quickly interpreted as the first of pleasure.
--Haaaaaaaaaay God, haaaaaaaaa... Please! -She protested softly while her hips betrayed her, swaying to the rhythm of my vibrator. --Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha... -Her moans started to become more frequent and firm. Her heat was evident but trying to deepen her submission, I didn't say anything and kept penetrating her body with the dildo.
--You're horny, slutty! -I whispered in her ear. --You won't be able to hold back for long. -Assuming that her surrender wouldn't take long, I forced her mouth with a kiss.
--Haaaaaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha...
--Recognize it, slut . -I whispered. --Tell me you like being treated this way.
--Never! Haaaaaaaaaaa... Godsssss... -She howled while her body trembled as she was subjected to the sensations that emerged from... her thigh. Pulling the device out of her sex, I replaced it with my tongue and, running it along her cave, found it already completely flooded. By my experience, I knew Lissana was going to come a lot, very soon, and so, lifting my gaze, I ordered her to come. Her pride made her deny it but her voice was already muffled. --Do it, slutty mine. Come for me! --Uffff, haaaaaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, Mmmmnnnnn, ha, ha, ha, ha, Haaaaaaaaaaaa… Mmnmnnn, haaaaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaaaaaaa… ha, ha, haaaaaa, Mmnnn, Mmnnnnn… ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, Haaaaaaaaaaaa, ha, ha, haaaaaaaa, haaaaaaaaaaaay…. Lissana was so hot that she couldn't articulate a word and twisting herself over the sheet, denied the obvious although confusion reigned in her mind. The woman knew she was driving her crazy but still couldn't recognize it. --Don't make me angry. -I demanded with a strong voice. --Come already! --Haaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaaaaaaa… ha, ha, haaaaaa, Mmnnn, Mmnnnnn… ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, Haaaaaaaaaaaa, ha, ha, haaaaaaaa, haaaaaaaaaaaay…. ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, Haaaaaaaaaaaa, ha, ha, haaaaaaaa, haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay…. At that moment, Lissana couldn't take it anymore and, lifting her hip, not only collaborated with me but even inserted the vibrator deeper. Her orgasms were something brutal, one after another, the poor woman was convulsing like possessed, biting her lips to not scream so loudly, which didn't serve much truth, she twisted in pleasure, flooding her body. --Haaaaaaaaaaaay…. ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, Haaaaaaaaaaaa, ha, ha, haaaaaaaa, haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay… -Knowing I had succeeded, I accelerated the pace with which I inserted and removed the device, intending to prolong her climax.
--You're a obedient slut, you're all foxy without remedy. -I said in her ear without stopping to stab her sex.
Crying, she united her multiple orgasms with the next ones while I laughed in her face at how easy it had been for me.
--Keep going, please! -Forgetting my mockery as she was dominated by passion. She was surrendering and couldn't imagine that those words would only be the beginning of her new way of living.
When I heard her, I understood that I had achieved my goal and getting off the bed, I left her alone in the room. From the hallway, I could hear her crying because when her excitement ceased, her shame returned with more force. She hadn't just surrendered to me but also enjoyed it, like a crazy slut! After five minutes, she went down to the living room where I was putting on a drink and asked with a trembling voice.
--Do you want?... Do you want, eat?... Will you put out the food?... Do you want?!
--Perfect... I'm hungry. -I replied following her to the dining room.
Dinner. Satisfied with how events were unfolding, I sat down at the table while my employee-slut, foxy-lover, wife of my best friend, God the morbo was a crazy thing went to prepare dinner for me. With my glass in hand, I stayed thinking about how I would take advantage of my new acquisition and that's why I was smiling when Lissana arrived with the food. She was beautiful dressed only in an apron, her enormous breasts protruding on both sides of the fabric giving her a sensuality hard to bear. Having all the time in the world to dominate her, I decided to eat first and then enjoy her. I was finishing my glass when the blonde arrived and as she went to put the plate on the table, it fell on top of me. I knew she had done it on purpose by seeing a smile on her face.
--It will be foxy indeed the slut! -I thought. Without making a fuss and sitting down, I separated my chair and told her.
--Clean it up with your mouth now! -I said authoritatively. The girl didn't respond to... Sufficiently fast and pulling her ponytail, I forced her to crouch between my legs. --Clean up your mess now!- The serene violence with which I reacted took her out of her shell and at a loud voice, she refused to obey my orders. --You wanted it, don't dare deny it!- I said getting up from the chair and using her negative response, decided to use her for something I had desired since I saw her ass in the shower. I was going to punish her by breaking that wonderful backside, Lissana didn't see it coming. She still had her smile when I lifted her off the floor but when I turned her around and put her on all fours with her against the table, opening her legs well, she understood what was going to happen: --No, no, please, no! No way!- she screamed dead of fear. --Not a chance!- I said. She didn't know what was coming, but I did and I would enjoy it.
A Promise to a Friend Who Will Fulfill Something Morbid
With the Seal of Pleasure and Morbidity...
I knew him since childhood because although he wasn't from where I was born, but we both grew up together in a small town. And now that he's dead, it doesn't affect me considering Alberto was a good guy. As a friend, there was no one like him. Affectionate, attentive, funny but above all loyal, his only defect is having me as a friend. If he had a problem, I was the first to help you out. But being a wonderful person, he had a problem:
--He was a complete disaster!
Being an intelligent and hardworking type, he was also wasteful to extreme degrees. As soon as he got money, he'd spend it all. He never thought about tomorrow until the day they diagnosed him with cancer, but then it was too late.
While he was healthy, his salary was enough to give his wife a more than dignified lifestyle. Lissana had been born into a wealthy family, owner of a citrus juice plant that unfortunately went bankrupt. Knowing how she'd been educated, she made sure she never lacked anything: if she wanted a dress, she'd go shopping and buy it. If she lost her phone, she'd get the latest model. In short, she treated her like a queen but wasting the rest of his money. That's why when he fell ill, they lived on rent and his checking account was in the red.
I still remember the Saturday I went to visit him at the clinic. It was tough watching him hooked up to all those machines. The vital and funny man had only left a shell of skin and bones behind. As I entered his room, he asked me to come closer and taking my hand between his, confessed that he was scared.
--I understand you.
--Dying at 30 is a cruelty.
My friend noticed how I'd interpreted him and whispering so no one could hear, corrected my mistake.
--It's not the dying that worries me. What bothers me is... it's messed up to leave Lissana with nothing to defend herself. -And making a confession, she told me. --My life doesn't matter to me but I don't know what will become of her, that's what's got me so bad. -Trying to take the edge off the situation, I replied in a joking tone that it was worth more dead than alive because when she died, she would collect widow's pension.
She has nobody or nothing to keep going with you understand, nobody, she has a younger sister something problematic that we put into a private girls' school which is more like a reform school for troubled girls and well I can't afford that anymore very soon they'll send her back and my wife can't handle my situation and her sister's neither haven't wanted to tell her that to avoid worrying her more.
--That's the problem. I haven't contributed enough years and with what she'll be left, she won't be able to pay for even a miserable little room. -She replied almost crying.
Seeing how she suffered over her wife's fate wasn't pleasant and acting like a true irresponsible person, I said:
--Alberto brother, as you know my economic situation is good. I commit to finding her a job so she can live comfortably.
My words instead of calming her down upset her more and raising her voice, she explained that her wife had never worked outside the home and although she was a good cook, she didn't see her working in a restaurant. I should have bitten my tongue at that moment but already launched, I offered to give her work myself:
--You know I have an old estate in the village and it would be great to have someone I can trust to take care of it. The ones who took care of it all their lives have retired and that's why I come here little because I don't have anyone to cook for me. It would do me a favor!
When she heard me, she clung to my offer like a burning nail and made me swear that I would do it. If I were alive, I would never have betrayed that friend, in the ante-room of her death I was unable to do it and not knowing what kind of mess I was getting myself into, I promised to fulfill word given. At that moment I wasn't aware that from the armchair, the referred one hadn't lost our conversation but an hour later when I was already leaving, she approached me and giving thanks, asked me when she had to start working. Knowing her bad situation, I answered.
--Consider yourself hired as of now.
--And taking hold of her arm, I whispered in her ear.
--I only come on weekends but if it's too rushed, take care of your husband and if unfortunately he dies, you'll have time to start working when you recover.
The woman stayed thinking for a few seconds about what was convenient and after meditating, she asked.
--Does the job include the house where you lived?
I knew she referred to a small pavilion located at the end of the estate. Although I had planned to convert that shed into a garage and seeing where things were headed with this woman, I answered:
--It's very deteriorated but if you need it, you could live there.
Incapable of looking me in the face, she responded.
--I would come well because as my husband said, we're just making ends meet and if you lend me that house, I won't have to pay rent.
--No problem for me.
--Then, Don Manuel.
--I'd like to move in immediately because “Las Flores del Campo” is five minutes from the hospital and I could take care of Alberto without problems.
I realized she was talking about You. And understanding it was the correct way to address me since I was going to become part of my service, I decided to leave correcting her for another day. It seemed strange that this woman who knew me since childhood didn't address me informally but as it was a trivial matter, I shook her hand and sealed the deal. Lissana moves to live in “Las Flores del Campo” which is what the house is called. I still haven't explained that although I always referred to the family property as the mansion, in reality it was a ten-hectare estate in the middle of town. Among its stone walls, besides the residence of the lords and the house of those who took care of it there was a pool, an enormous garden and a large vegetable garden. It was my father who decided to fence off part of the land to produce vegetables when he saw that there was extra space left over. Unfortunately, since I lived in the capital, it had been neglected and at those times, it was nothing more than a breeding ground for weeds.
Coming back to the story I was telling you. That night I had dinner with some acquaintances and I got drunk. To put it briefly, I arrived home with a fart at my friend's place. So the next morning when the doorbell rang, I jumped up startled and with a huge headache.
--Who is going to be here for hours! Saturday! -I thought when I saw that my watch marked 9 o'clock.
Angry, I put on shorts and went barefoot, went down to answer the unexpected visit, without a shirt. It was only when I saw my friend's wife at the door that I remembered that I had hired her the day before. The enormous suitcase she brought told me that Lissana was coming to stay, so I asked her to give me 15 minutes to show her around.
--I didn't expect you'd come so early. -I said as an excuse. --I'll change and go down.
--Don't worry about it, Don Manuel. -She replied, looking around. Conscious of the mess, I tried to excuse the deplorable state by saying:
--It's embarrassing that you see such a mess but since those who used to take care of it retired, no one bothers.
--That's why I'm here, go shower and while you're at it, I'll see what I can do.
Disgusted because my new maid had told me to go take a shower, I went up the stairs and got into the bathroom. It was under the water when I realized that maybe I hadn't done well in hiring this girl. Although she was my friend's wife, she was 25 years old and knowing how they spent their time in the village inventing gossip, I feared that once her husband died, her reputation would be tarnished. On the other hand, I was used to bringing my one-night conquests home and having her there, none of them would ever... From the people of the town would dare to accept it because of what will be said. That was the first time I realized that her presence was going to change my way of life, but since I had given my word, I decided that if problems arose, I would have time later to take measures. Already dressed, I went down to look for her. Lissana had decided to get started and so when I found her cleaning the kitchen, she not only had prepared breakfast but had even washed my laundry. When I entered the room, my employee was climbing a ladder trying to remove mildew from a shelf. The forced position allowed me to appreciate that woman's legs.
--“She's good for nothing” -I thought and, disguising myself while serving coffee, gave her anatomy a good review. Unaware of being the object of my examination, the girl seemed happy and trying to keep showing off those thighs, so I sat in silence. --“What a butt!” -I valued from my chair.
I had never noticed that Alberto's wife had a rear end worthy of a museum. Two hard, round, and well-placed buttocks made that part of her body very desirable. The feeling that my 23-centimeter-long and 16-millimeter-thick penis was getting erect under my pants made me ashamed of my attitude and, leaving those thoughts aside, I told her if she wanted to visit the house. Although it seemed strange, Linda was delighted to accompany me.
How big is the house, I asked where she would like to start:
--If you don't mind, I'd like to leave my suitcase in my room.
It will sound bad but I appreciated her desire because that way I would see that dirty shed before the rest and not the other way around, so it wouldn't be as depressing for her compared to where I lived. My worst expectations were confirmed as soon as I entered, because when I opened the door, I found that part of the ceiling had fallen, making it Uninhabitable. If my face was one of shock, Lissana's wasn't behind and crying explained to me that she had spoken with her landlord that morning and told him she would be leaving the apartment she was renting in a week. Seeing the desolation on her face, I committed another foolishness and, trying to calm her down, offered for her to stay at the large house while I got someone to fix up this dungeon.
--Are you sure?--she asked relieved.
--Of course, there's no one who lives here.--I commented and, making myself good, said. --The mansion is too big for me alone, it doesn't matter if you stay here while I get someone to repair the roof and arrange the rest.
Lissana received my offer with such happiness that only the fact of being an old acquaintance prevented her from thanking me by kissing my hands. Her gratitude made me value in its just measure the difficulties of that marriage, and supposing it would be a matter of a couple of months, I didn't see any problem with it.
It was when I showed her the guest room next to mine that I perceived the exact dimension of my proposal, since as an old house it would have to share the bathroom with her. My parents had placed the service entrance between both rooms, so I would have to close the connecting door to maintain my privacy. I recognize that I didn't say anything because it seemed like a bad kind of snobbery but, used to living alone, the prospect of someone using my same shower didn't please me at all.
Instead, Lissana was thrilled because, not in vain, next to the small flat she shared with her husband, my inheritance seemed like a palace. After leaving her suitcase in the room, I showed her the rest of the house while, internally, I was getting annoyed with myself.
--I'll be an idiot!--I muttered to myself when I finished and, trying to calm down, decided to go for a walk. I was already going out when she asked if I would be coming back to eat:
--No, thank you.--I answered, although it wasn't true. What had remained. Lie in that absurd way, got me out of my skin and that's why I didn't even get into my car before starting the engine and leaving without a fixed route. I couldn't conceive that at 30 years old, I would lie to avoid admitting I preferred being alone. For two hours, I was driving around the mountains, feeling hungry, so I stopped to eat at a roadside bar. Bad luck made me enter a miserable place, the food was crap, so I left half of it on my plate. When I got back home, I didn't see Lissana and thinking she must be cleaning another part of the house, I didn't pay attention and went straight to my room. As many times before, I was opening the door that led to the bathroom when I heard the sound of water from the shower. Cut off the door and fell onto the bed. From then on, I recognize my guilt. That the woman of my friend was taking a bath just a few meters away made me remember the wonder of her legs, which nature had endowed her with, and behaving like a pig, I decided to take advantage of that circumstance. Since you already know, the house was old and its doors... So, taking advantage of the peephole, I crouched down to spy on her. The first thing I saw was her pantyhose and bra placed in the sink. Knowing Lissana was naked was enough for my penis to come out of its lethargy. I swear I was already excited even before seeing her silhouette through the transparent shower curtain. As if it were a porn movie, I enjoyed the way she was washing herself so sensually. If her legs were spectacular, what can be said about the breasts I discovered while spying? Big, hard and swollen, they were the best I had seen until then, and without any restraint, I unzipped my pants and pulling out my member, I started masturbating in her honor.
--What a wonder! -I exclaimed softly as she turned around to check both the black nipples decorating her breasts and the well-groomed pussy between her legs. observation, I was surprised not only by the size of her breasts but also by the exquisite beauty of the rest of her body and therefore, from that moment on, I envied my friend. --“Damn! How did he keep it hidden!” -I thought, remembering that Alberto had never mentioned the beauty she had in bed. I stayed with my mouth open when the woman spread her legs to wash her groin, allowing my gaze to linger on her vulva. Lissana was completely bald down there, which made it strangely attractive. I have to admit that my breathing accelerated as I contemplated this wonder. If it weren't for the way she took her time and was sensual about it, I would have thought she was putting on a show and what she really wanted was to get me hard. Completely absorbed in watching her, I masturbated with more force while admiring every detail of her movements. At that time, I wished I were the one washing her and running my hands over her entire body. I imagined being the one who was palpating her breasts, caressing her back but above all licking her sex. But the drop that filled the glass and made me explode was when she bent down to pick up the soap that had slipped from her hands. As she did so, she allowed me to marvel again at her ass and discover between her cheeks, her pink and virginal anus. Imagining myself as the one who would deflower the back entrance of my friend's wife excited me and I came silently onto the carpet, then fearing that she would discover the white stains and understand that I had been spying on her, I cleaned them up afterwards, after which I went down to the living room, trying to forget her silhouette. But it was impossible, her naked skin had imprinted itself in my mind and would never fade away. That afternoon, Lissana visited her husband at the hospital, giving me the opportunity to review her room. I know it was immoral but that woman I had him obsessed and that's why when I saw her walking away, I waited ten minutes before entering. The first thing I did was make sure I wasn't surprised and so I locked the entrance door to the house before sneaking in like a thief into the room where I was going to sleep. Once inside, I opened her closet where I discovered another sign of how badly that couple was doing. There was lots of old clothes but it looked like they hadn't bought anything new for years. But what really got me excited was discovering her collection of tiny and almost transparent thongs in a drawer. Just imagining that beauty wearing those things made my imagination run wild. I saw myself separating those two breasts and introducing my tongue into their interior.
But the best part came at the end. When reviewing her nightstand, I found out that Lissana had company at night. It didn't matter that her husband had been bedridden for months; her dear wife was alleviating his absence with a huge dildo.
--Damn it to hell with Alberto's girlfriend! -I thought while sniffing the device.
It was then that I discovered it had just been used. It still had traces of humidity and the sweet smell that it emitted was unmistakable.
--He just masturbated! -I exclaimed loudly, clearly excited.
Putting everything back in its place, I had to go to the bathroom to jerk off while releasing my tension. As I did, I decided that somehow that ass would be mine. Taking advantage of her economic situation and knowing for sure that it had been months since her husband last screwed her, that woman would want to or not, she would have to pass through my bed. I would try to seduce her first but if that failed, I would use all sorts of bad tricks to get her to screw me. The time until her return, I used to plan my next moves and so as soon as I crossed the threshold, I asked her how Alberto was doing. Lissana burst into tears when she heard me ask about her husband and with tears in her eyes, she answered: Very bad. Doctors told me that she didn't have more than a month left. -Exaggerating the pain her words caused me, I hugged and petted her hair, saying: --I'll miss you. Her wife let herself be comforted for five minutes, sobbing against my shoulder. Acting like a good friend, I acted as a tear towel when, in reality, feeling her body against mine, I couldn't help but think about how it would be to have her between my legs, my cock started to grow. I petted her hair and subtly slapped her ass. When I checked that she had calmed down, I separated from her and, using her pain, asked why we weren't going out to dinner. --You're not in the mood to cook. -I insisted when she refused. --I swear it doesn't matter and look at how I'm dressed. -Her non-committal response gave me encouragement and with a tender voice, I replied: --I won't accept a no... Wait for you while you change. Giving in, she went into her room. Satisfied with that first skirmish won, I entertained myself thinking about where to take her. If we went anywhere in the town, her nighttime outing could create gossip but if I took her somewhere else, it might get out of hand. So, while waiting for her, I decided it should be up to her to decide. It didn't surprise me when she came down dressed modestly. Wearing a horrible gray suit, she could have passed as a nun going to a religious service. --What a waste! -I thought seeing her. Yet, that nun's disguise couldn't hide from my eyes the rotundness of her forms. Her big and hard ass rebelled against being buried under the thick skirt. With an eagle's eye and my experience with women's bodies, I could say that her body was 1.76 meters tall, mine was 1.89, and hers were 96-60-101. Easy with plump and turned legs and her paradisical booty, with that wasp waist, highlighted more that operated ass, it must be, couldn't be the work of... genetics and exercise. Valuing in its just measure the specimen that was going to accompany me to dinner, gallantly, I gave way to it. Lissana thanked me for the gesture with a smile and asked where we were going. I delayed responding because my mind was wandering at that moment about how and when to attack her, but when she insisted, I answered: --Do you think we should go to a restaurant? Leaving the oppressive atmosphere of our town seemed like a good idea to her, so we walked along the road for the 20 kilometers that separated us from that place. Once inside the urban center, I directed myself to a charming restaurant where I used to take my conquests. --Do you know this inn?- I asked while opening the door for her. The girl shook her head and with a frightened step, let me lead her to our table, where we were once alone, she said: --Why don't we go somewhere else? This is too expensive. -I understood Lissana's objections and without giving them much importance, I answered: --That's why you don't have to worry. You deserve all this and more. My flattery dissipated her reservations, so when the waiter arrived with the wine, she didn't object to serving her a glass. During dinner, the blonde relaxed and started drinking more than usual. After the wine and dinner, three cocktails came, so by the time we left the restaurant, the woman was already quite drunk. Seeing in her drunkenness a plausible opportunity for Alberto's wife to make a fool of herself, I asked if she wanted to take another drink at another place. --Just one.- She answered, already having trouble articulating her words. That was the first and five others came after, so by late night, she confessed that she was terrified about her future and thanked me for taking her under my wing. Behaving like a typical drunk, she hugged me while telling me I owed her my life and to count on her for everything. --If you only knew how much I love you!-I thought silently while paying. return trip, Lissana fell asleep from the intoxication she had and so when arriving home, I held her under her arms and going up the stairs, took her to her room. Once there, I let her fall onto the bed. Absolutely unconscious, she stayed in the same position as she fell. Her skirt had twisted around her legs, allowing my eyes to revel in those dark and plump legs. This image impacted me because unaware of my examination, my new employee was showing me her almost naked backside, saying almost because only the thong buried between her cheeks prevented me from contemplating it completely. Sitting on a chair in front of her bed, I kept looking at her. The temptation to touch the wonderful breasts I had seen in the bathroom was too strong and after five minutes where I debated what to do, I encouraged myself thinking that if I did it carefully no one would find out. Wanting to check her true state, I approached her and gave her some soft slaps on the face. --“She's out cold!” -I confirmed when seeing she didn't notice. Without thinking twice, I started unbuttoning her blouse button by button. The more I opened it, the more excited I felt checking in person the two wonders with which nature had endowed her. When I already had the blouse completely unbuttoned, I delighted myself touching those breasts that had obsessed me. Acting like a junkie who doesn't know what he's getting into, I brought my mouth to her nipples and started nibbling them. My moves went completely unnoticed by my victim who, as if in a trance, was still sleeping the monkey. Already dominated by lust and moving her on the bed, I put her face up and with her legs apart. Only the brief fabric of her thong separated me from her sex and so, being careful not to wake her, I went down until I pulled it off through her feet. Once again, I confirmed in situ what I had already intuited through the lock. --“What a pussy she has! Foxy - I gazed at it. Completely shaved, there were no hairs that could impede me from observing such beauty and acting like a pig, I passed one of my fingers over the slit that was entirely at my disposal. It surprised me to find that it was wet and so I checked if on her face there was any sign that she was aware of what I was doing with her at that moment. But everything revealed that she was still submerged in intense sleep, so I bent my head between her thighs and passed my tongue over her folds. --What a tasty one! -I thought to myself and already more confident, I started nibbling on her clitoris. The flavor of an unsatisfied woman flooded my taste buds, making me totally excited, I entertained myself eating her pussy until under my pants, my penis asked for more. The heat that was running through my entrails was so intense that it even hurt from how hard it was. Unable to hold back, I took off my pants and pulling out my cock from its confinement, I started playing with that sex. The moisture that flooded that preciousness facilitated my penetration and softly, I penetrated her until the end. I was fucking her when I realized that I should take advantage of this happy circumstance even more and taking her very reluctantly, I went to my room for my cell phone. With it in my hand, I started taking pictures of pussies, or rather of that plump Conchita and the splendid pussy of the kid and not content with that, I took several more, putting my glans in her mouth as if I were sucking on it. Next, I separated her legs and inserting myself between them, immortalized the way my penis was taking possession of her interior. At that moment, Lissana sighed and so I froze, thinking that she had woken up and was going to discover me violating her, but still today I give thanks that it was just a scare and my friend's wife was still snoring off her drunkenness. Despite this, I have to admit that my heart was racing at a thousand and without moving, I waited for a few seconds. --Can you imagine? What wakes up and catches me with my cock inside her? - I mentally balbuceed, startled. After a while, seeing that she didn't move, I started moving slowly, penetrating her interior with my foreigner. Her conduct and my warmth did the rest, and after 10 minutes, I realized I was going to come, which is unusual for me, but this woman really got me off. Not wanting to leave any trace, I pulled out and ejaculated on her legs. Then, satisfied, although I wanted to repeat it, I preferred leaving it for another day and cleaning up the remnants on her skin, eliminating all evidence of my passage through her bed. Almost at the door when I remembered I hadn't put on her thong, so I went back a few steps, grabbed her panties. Unfortunately for her, I remembered her vibrator and thinking about the next day, decided that if she woke up with it in her hands, any soreness in her pussy would be attributed to her having used it drunk. Improvising on the fly, I shoved it all the way in so it would have traces of her flow and left it on the bed, setting it to minimum level. --In two or three hours, that buzzing will wake her up and she'll think that's what happened. Dead from laughter, I closed her room and went back to my bed. Not even mentioning taking the photos I had taken, I sent them to my email for safekeeping, then deleted them and fell asleep. I admit I'm a cheapskate... That morning I woke up early and ran into Lissana on the stairs. Forgetting it was Sunday, that woman was washing the steps, crouched down, which allowed me to give her cleavage a complete once-over. --This woman has more than just a quickie - I said to myself, remembering how I had taken advantage of her the night before. The validation that she didn't remember anything came when I heard her greeting me cheerfully and telling me breakfast was ready. My tranquility became total as I laughed at her hangover... asked her how she had ended up in my room. Obviously, I lied. My response satisfied her and, getting up from the floor, she went to warm up some coffee without knowing that when looking at her ass down the hallway, it was something else that had elevated her temperature. Unfortunately, after taking a sip of it, I had to say goodbye to her because I had a commitment at noon.
--When will you be back? -she asked with a sorrowful tone.
--Friday. -I replied without realizing she had called me 'you' again.
Already in the car, I was about to turn around but assuming that if I wanted to make that woman my lover, I would slowly close her world until she had no choice but to open up. From that moment on, I couldn't get her out of my head. The days locked in my office only fueled the need I had to get back inside her.
Friday, as soon as I arrived at my office, I called her to confirm that I was coming for lunch. The woman showed enthusiasm about the detail that I had warned her and crossing a previously unimaginable limit, she commented...
--I've missed you. Without you, I don't have anyone to talk to. -Her confession left me perplexed and unsure of what to say, so we agreed to meet at 3 pm... --I'll be waiting with the table set.
--Of course that would be fine! -I said.
While driving towards the town, I started getting hot. I needed that woman. Although I had known her since childhood, I never noticed her as a woman worth my attention and that's why I was now disoriented.
--Manuel, she's just a pussy. -I shouted while alone in my car. But something inside me said that if I managed to take her to bed, it would be hard for me to let her go... --I'll screw her and if I've seen her before, I don't remember. -I sentenced myself without believing it.
When I arrived, I was trembling like a kid on his first date. I didn't know what awaited me after that woman's verbal slip from my friend's girlfriend and so I greeted her discreetly from the doorway. Lissana She answered that she was in the kitchen. Following her voice, I entered the room and found her preparing dinner. I stood there staring at her, mesmerized. The heat from the fires had raised the temperature of the room, and the sweat on her body made her blouse stick to her chest. The sensuality of the scene was magnified by her nipples, large and hard, marking themselves under the fabric. I knew she had guessed my thoughts as I stood there fixedly observing those wonders of nature, with the help of surgery, having touched many breasts and booties in my life, I knew that if it was genetic, a good diet, exercise, and if it was surgery, it was very hard and firm. But from afar, not far enough to scare or cut off, she smiled at me.
God! I'd throw her onto the table! I thought, trying to restrain my instincts.
It was Alberto's wife who had to break the uncomfortable silence that had settled between us, asking me to sit down at the table. From my chair, I contemplated that woman, serving herself soup while letting my eyes revel in her cleavage once more. I swear that if I had the courage, I would have launched myself at her neck, but instead, I had to settle for the spoon. I knew Lissana was playing with me; I couldn't let it happen, my pride was at stake, and so, I had to probe.
Do you know, Lissana, how much I miss you... don't know how much.
She sat down at the table, ate without stopping her flirting with me, until in the dessert, I knew she would ask for something. First, she told me that her husband was getting worse and that the doctors had given up on him, then explained to me that that morning, when she went to pick up her things from her old apartment, the landlord told her he had two months' unpaid rent.
How much is it? I asked.
Fifteen thousand, and going straight to the point, she begged me to lend them to her, asking me to keep them for her. From his salary.
--Good, I suppose I can. -I said doubting.
--I swear to you that I will pay it in some way.
--I'll find a way to get paid back. -I let out as if nothing was wrong. Then the silly woman didn't think about my words and hugged me and gave me a kiss on the cheek, a moment I took advantage of to give her a good squeeze on that hard butt.
--What are you doing!- she protested when she felt my hands tracing her buttocks.
--Taking an advance. -I said without letting go.
The woman scared by my attitude rebelled a bit but seeing that I wasn't advancing, let me have my way with her ass for a minute, it was more than perfect, I couldn't wait to get that ass, after which she indignantly left the room. I laughed out loud as she walked away and taking the money from my wallet, I left it on the table. I had played my cards and now I couldn't go back. What this woman would do in an hour was going to depend not only if I could get her but even my reputation because a scandal would make my weekends at that place unbearable. Giving her time to think, I went out to the garden and while walking around, I realized I needed more care. When I got back home, Lissana wasn't there but the money had disappeared and fearing she had left for good, I entered her room. Discovering her clothes in the closet, I smiled knowing that this woman had signed her own sentence.
--I won't be long before I'm purring until my bed! -I said to myself with certainty.
Decided to take control of her life, I called Dr. Rodriguez, the doctor who treated Alberto at the clinic. After introducing myself, he recognized me as an old friend of his patient and, interested in him, asked about the treatment of the sick man.
--Bad. -He replied suddenly. --We can't do much here. I've recommended her to take him to a private clinic where they can give him palliative care. He's not going to get better but at least he won't keep suffering.
--And what did she say?
--The poor woman confessed that she didn't have money for make it.
--How much would it cost?- I asked interested.
--About ninety thousand like minimum.
The figure was important but fortunately not outrageous and so after thinking about it twice, I informed him that I would take care of it but that I demanded confidentiality, no one should know. The doctor looked surprised but seeing that it was best for Alberto, accepted my explanation. Making myself a good friend, justified my decision in the friendship that united me with his patient. Once that small detail was settled, I collapsed onto the sofa in the living room and turned on the TV. All that was left to do was wait. At half past eight in the evening, Lissana arrived looking like a whirlwind and no sooner had she dumped her bag than she came to confront me, which I liked, angry women are easier to manipulate, easier to tame, they don't think well, they let themselves be carried away by the moment and their feelings.
--Who do you think you are to organize my life, you're a damn!- She was clearly altered and so I waited for her to spew out all sorts of insults from her mouth and when she finished, without looking away from the TV, I responded.
--Do you mean to prevent your husband from suffering further? Do you want me to call the doctor to withdraw my offer? You know that with my help his final days would be more peaceful... even a miracle could occur!- As I had predicted, she was unable to ask me for that and with tears in her beautiful eyes, she asked.
--What do you want in return?- Between sobs. I smiled.
I let out a laugh afterwards and getting up, went towards her. I enjoyed seeing how she trembled at knowing my intentions beforehand. Already by her side, I grabbed her around the waist and giving her a kiss before looking into her eyes and answering.
--You already know, girl, don't be silly.
Destoyed, she ran out of the room afterwards. Any other person would have taken possession of their property in that moment but not me, I had to prepare the meat. I preferred for my victim to come around with time, rather than when I took her and she had already assimilated that was going to be mine. As is logical, Lissana locked herself in her room to cry for an hour and only came out when I called her to eat dinner. Nothing more than seeing her didn't cost me recognizing her complete submission because she wanted to show me her submission by coming out completely naked. Something I hadn't asked for, but I liked her initiative. Her boldness made me approach her and taking one of her breasts in my hands, I asked her...
--How many times have you touched yourself this afternoon, imagining that I was possessing you?
--None! -She answered without retreating, but with a gesture of disgust on her face. Delighted by her rebelliousness, I grabbed her chin and forced her to look at the burlesque grimace on my face.
--Have I ever told you that you're a very beautiful slut? -
Without paying attention to my insult, she kept looking at me with disdain.
--You're very good, slut, don't you know?!
--I'll let you take me if you help Alberto! -She seemed to still want to confront me, so I brought one of her nipples to my mouth and ran my tongue along all its edges. Mmmmmnnn. -She let out a moan when I started nibbling, her pink nipples were well-placed.
--My dear Lissana! Who would have thought you had these wonders hidden? -
Trying to avoid being taken, she asked me.
--Did you call me to serve dinner? Is that right?
--I already had her excited and taking her between my arms, I led her to my bed. Scared by what was coming for her...
--Please, please don't hurt me! -She begged.
She asked me not to hurt her. A laugh was my response and forcing her to separate her legs, I sat down next to her on the bed. Crying with rage, the blonde saw that I was sitting beside her on the mattress. Although she knew what was going to happen, she couldn't repress a moan when I ran my hand over one of her thighs.
--Mmmmnnnnn, ha, ha, ha, ha, Haaaaaaaaaaaa...
Trembling with fear, she had to endure as my fingers explored all... Her skin as I gazed into her eyes, searching for any reaction. The tips of my fingers activate her entire body, all her sexual points, don't take long to give in to me, the back of her ear, her neck, her clavicles, her nipples, her abdomen, specifically her navel, her armpit, her waist when I took her with force, she was already sweating a lot, her face red like a tomato, her plump lips were also an orgasm point, and well, clearly her clitoris that was the strongest and the one I touched most. --Haaaaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaaaaaaaaaaa, ha, ha, ha, haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa…. -Her soft moans betrayed her. She endured my caresses as best she could, pinching one of her nipples, drew strength from desperation and with a dry voice, she let go of me. --¡¡¡Desgraciado, hazlo rápido!!! Inclining myself over her face, I licked her cheeks and forcing her mouth, I introduced my tongue into her interior. The absence of response from the woman exhausted me and grabbing her hair, I whispered in her ear. --Tomorrow, you'll ask me to screw you! ¡Slutty, you'll see it! Acto seguido y obviando sus lloros, descendí por su cuello y recreándome en su pecho, mordisqueé nuevamente esos pezones que me traían obsesionado. Para entonces aunque nunca lo reconocerá, el calor había invadido completamente ya sus mejillas y sus lamentos se habían atenuado. Comprendiendo que debía mostrarle quien mandaba, pellizqué su aureola con dureza, consiguiendo que de su garganta saliera un alarido. --Haaaaaaah… ¡Por favor! Haaa, haa, haaaaaa… ¡No me hagas daño! --¡Hare lo que me venga en gana porque eres mi slut ! ¡Te he comprado! Incapaz de aceptar que era verdad, separó su mirada de mí y se concentró en el techo para evitar la mía. Viendo su reacción, no me importó y agachándome entre sus piernas, saqué mi lengua y con ella, recogí un poco de flujo de su sexo. Al sentir la húmeda caricia en su vulva, cerró los puños mientras dos lagrimones caían por sus mejillas. --¡Noooo!- musitó calladamente al notar que me había apoderado de su clitoris.
Her lament intensified as she perceived that her body was not immune to my caresses and when I put a finger inside her pussy, her moans gave me the reason that she was starting to enjoy that crazy treatment.
--Ahhhh, ohhh… Uffff, haaaaaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haa, ha, Mmmmnnnnn, ha, ha, ha, ha, Haaaaaaaaaaaa… Mmnmnnn, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaaaaaaa… ha, ha, haaaaaa, Mmnnn, Mmnnnnn… haaaaaaaaaa, ha, ha, ha, haaaaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, Haaaaaaaaaaaa, ha, ha, ha, haaaaaaay...
--Do you like it? True!
--¡¡¡Nooo!!! -She shuddered with all her strength.
--Haaaaaaaaaa, ha, ha, ha, haaaaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, Haaaaaaaaaaaa, ha, ha, ha, haaaaaaay...
Resuming my maneuvers, I introduced the second. The blonde's breathing became labored as she noticed it. Decided to get her surrender, I slowly started taking them out and putting them back in while my mouth occupied her button.
--Haaaaaaaaaa, ha, ha, ha, haaaaaaay... Do it, do it, do it now and let me! Uffff, haaaaaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haa, ha, Mmmmnnnnn, ha, ha, ha, ha, Haaaaaaaaaaaa… -Dead of laughter, I brought my hand to her mouth and opening her lips made her lick her own flow while telling her.
--You're a foxy one and you're soaked! I knew you were one, but not that much! You can deny it from the outside in, but your pussy says you're excited. -Not being able to deny the obvious, she tried to bite me. As I had anticipated, she failed to achieve her goal and launching herself against the bed, I slapped her.
--Do you want me to be violent then? I asked, getting up from the bed and going to her room for her vibrator. Once back, I showed her what I was holding in my hands, saying.
--Recognize your toy? Do you think I don't know what you masturbate thinking of me? -Although it was a lamp, in her eyes I discovered that I had hit the mark and already convinced of what she was doing, I I forced her to open her mouth. --Suck it and don't make yourself too tight, you can't fool me! -Having been discovered. --That's how you should do it... be a good slutty! -Lissana couldn't do anything but open her mouth and obey. It goes without saying that I loved seeing her licking that plastic cock while I immortalized the moment with my cell phone camera. --I thought about sending this photo to be printed and putting it in the middle of the living room. -I put the phone down on the nightstand when I left.
--No, No, No, don't do it, please! I beg you, don't do it, don't make me do that! Everyone will know I'm a slut, your slut! -She said without realizing its meaning, which I liked and a lot, we were on the right track.
Although she hadn't realized it, the blonde was already assuming her condition and only asking to be something between us. To reward her, I picked up the device and turned it on, putting it all the way into her pussy. Feeling the vibration in her entrails, my friend's wife let out a moan that I quickly interpreted as the first of pleasure.
--Haaaaaaaaaay God, haaaaaaaaa... Please! -She protested softly while her hips betrayed her, swaying to the rhythm of my vibrator. --Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha... -Her moans started to become more frequent and firm. Her heat was evident but trying to deepen her submission, I didn't say anything and kept penetrating her body with the dildo.
--You're horny, slutty! -I whispered in her ear. --You won't be able to hold back for long. -Assuming that her surrender wouldn't take long, I forced her mouth with a kiss.
--Haaaaaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha...
--Recognize it, slut . -I whispered. --Tell me you like being treated this way.
--Never! Haaaaaaaaaaa... Godsssss... -She howled while her body trembled as she was subjected to the sensations that emerged from... her thigh. Pulling the device out of her sex, I replaced it with my tongue and, running it along her cave, found it already completely flooded. By my experience, I knew Lissana was going to come a lot, very soon, and so, lifting my gaze, I ordered her to come. Her pride made her deny it but her voice was already muffled. --Do it, slutty mine. Come for me! --Uffff, haaaaaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, Mmmmnnnnn, ha, ha, ha, ha, Haaaaaaaaaaaa… Mmnmnnn, haaaaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaaaaaaa… ha, ha, haaaaaa, Mmnnn, Mmnnnnn… ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, Haaaaaaaaaaaa, ha, ha, haaaaaaaa, haaaaaaaaaaaay…. Lissana was so hot that she couldn't articulate a word and twisting herself over the sheet, denied the obvious although confusion reigned in her mind. The woman knew she was driving her crazy but still couldn't recognize it. --Don't make me angry. -I demanded with a strong voice. --Come already! --Haaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaaaaaaa… ha, ha, haaaaaa, Mmnnn, Mmnnnnn… ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, Haaaaaaaaaaaa, ha, ha, haaaaaaaa, haaaaaaaaaaaay…. ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, Haaaaaaaaaaaa, ha, ha, haaaaaaaa, haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay…. At that moment, Lissana couldn't take it anymore and, lifting her hip, not only collaborated with me but even inserted the vibrator deeper. Her orgasms were something brutal, one after another, the poor woman was convulsing like possessed, biting her lips to not scream so loudly, which didn't serve much truth, she twisted in pleasure, flooding her body. --Haaaaaaaaaaaay…. ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, Haaaaaaaaaaaa, ha, ha, haaaaaaaa, haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay… -Knowing I had succeeded, I accelerated the pace with which I inserted and removed the device, intending to prolong her climax.
--You're a obedient slut, you're all foxy without remedy. -I said in her ear without stopping to stab her sex.
Crying, she united her multiple orgasms with the next ones while I laughed in her face at how easy it had been for me.
--Keep going, please! -Forgetting my mockery as she was dominated by passion. She was surrendering and couldn't imagine that those words would only be the beginning of her new way of living.
When I heard her, I understood that I had achieved my goal and getting off the bed, I left her alone in the room. From the hallway, I could hear her crying because when her excitement ceased, her shame returned with more force. She hadn't just surrendered to me but also enjoyed it, like a crazy slut! After five minutes, she went down to the living room where I was putting on a drink and asked with a trembling voice.
--Do you want?... Do you want, eat?... Will you put out the food?... Do you want?!
--Perfect... I'm hungry. -I replied following her to the dining room.
Dinner. Satisfied with how events were unfolding, I sat down at the table while my employee-slut, foxy-lover, wife of my best friend, God the morbo was a crazy thing went to prepare dinner for me. With my glass in hand, I stayed thinking about how I would take advantage of my new acquisition and that's why I was smiling when Lissana arrived with the food. She was beautiful dressed only in an apron, her enormous breasts protruding on both sides of the fabric giving her a sensuality hard to bear. Having all the time in the world to dominate her, I decided to eat first and then enjoy her. I was finishing my glass when the blonde arrived and as she went to put the plate on the table, it fell on top of me. I knew she had done it on purpose by seeing a smile on her face.
--It will be foxy indeed the slut! -I thought. Without making a fuss and sitting down, I separated my chair and told her.
--Clean it up with your mouth now! -I said authoritatively. The girl didn't respond to... Sufficiently fast and pulling her ponytail, I forced her to crouch between my legs. --Clean up your mess now!- The serene violence with which I reacted took her out of her shell and at a loud voice, she refused to obey my orders. --You wanted it, don't dare deny it!- I said getting up from the chair and using her negative response, decided to use her for something I had desired since I saw her ass in the shower. I was going to punish her by breaking that wonderful backside, Lissana didn't see it coming. She still had her smile when I lifted her off the floor but when I turned her around and put her on all fours with her against the table, opening her legs well, she understood what was going to happen: --No, no, please, no! No way!- she screamed dead of fear. --Not a chance!- I said. She didn't know what was coming, but I did and I would enjoy it.
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