After my wife left me, I was left alone with my 13-year-old daughter Abigaíl, an age that, as they will know, is quite difficult. Micaela cited psychological problems for the divorce and the judge decided to give me custody of my daughter. In part, better because I was the only one working and paying the rent on the apartment.
Life had become a hell for me. Those hells that are so monotonous and routine that it's not easy to get out of them. I worked from 18 at a security company, a job I got through my father-in-law's contacts. I was in factories, supermarkets, and a bank, I don't know if I can name it.
The salary barely covered what was necessary, paying bills, rent, taxes, and the needs of the two women. My ex-wife did beauty jobs, nail care, and some other thing I don't remember, but the money she earned wasn't constant. One month would make 10,000 pesos and another would make 1,500 or less. We could never save up to give ourselves a treat or have next month insured.
Then there was the issue that I didn't have friends, from the first day I lived with Mica I separated from them to make my adult life. My in-laws didn't want me at all, not even a little, and they tried to make me notice it. My only friend was my old lady who helped me with some mangos when I asked or even without asking and visited me with great joy to see her two big loves: her granddaughter and me. She really made my insipid life more bearable.
Then there was the issue that Mica cooled off a lot after the first five years of living together, she no longer wanted to talk about anything and sex was a thing of the past. Every time I caressed her to propose we have sex, she would stiffen up and leave the place, regardless of what she was doing. This made me angry, until I had the urge to hit her sometimes, but never did.
I had already lost interest in her, and despite her beauty, I started to hate her. But what most made me feel... She annoyed me because she wouldn't argue! Never would that slut mother argue! How do you want to fix things if you're always so passive? Every time I raised my voice, she'd lower her head and listen to me yelling like a martyr, it was like talking to a wall.
I got annoyed when she made herself the victim. We both came from the same path, nobody's responsible for the other's crap. Or maybe, just a little bit, because we're so immature and can't handle the relationship and end up in a vicious circle of implicit hatred. Sometimes I think I still love her.
My days didn't have time to do anything but work and sleep. I didn't see my daughter grow up or say her first words, or walk, or take her to her first school day. The free days I got from work, I'd spend shooting myself in the department. After leaving the job, I'd go by motorcycle to those places where women almost naked dance around a pipe.
I hooked up with one of them, Eve they called her! What a beautiful brunette, such a slut! She was throwing me vibes, like she knew me and said she liked my uniform, thought I was a cop, seems they're coveted in those environments. She'd dance personally for five minutes and let me touch her all over. I had the record of making you go from zero to one hundred in four seconds. I told her I was married and that turned her on even more. I didn't want to screw it up completely and when she asked me to come to her department, I resisted temptation. Didn't go back for a while.
At home, I was a zombie and gave little attention to the girls, although Abi sometimes got some affection from me. But they were so mechanical that she didn't even ask for much.
Six years ago, I found out my wife was cheating on me with others. The first one was the priest's dude, Leonardo, who threw her vibes even when she was pregnant. It was the first of many. Then I found out she hooked up with a client's husband. Was that Mica I had idealized? I felt like an important jerk. I hit every part of... department. When she told me cynically that she had caught Leo, I blew the top off a pineapple with the radiator, and the noise startled her, but later she showed herself relatively calm. She was tired of me and wanted a divorce. So, no more. We never spoke; I could only sense how she felt. Obvious, I asked for explanations, and like a martyr again, she just listened to what I had to say.
This was the panorama of my life for thirty years. Divorced, with an adolescent daughter, with little money, extremely cuck, disillusioned with life, with the love of my life more or less.
After she told me that Leo had screwed her in his car, I grabbed the keys to the Yamaha SZ RR 150cc and left for Evelyn's department. She wasn't there; I waited an hour until midnight, and then she came walking in half-drunk with a skinny guy smaller than her. She would have been about twenty-three at that time, a sexual bomb.
She saw me and was surprised. She knew surely that married no longer meant anything at that moment. The skinny guy told her he could come back tomorrow, and this guy got hard and I agitated, as I was half-saturated inside, so I ignored him for a moment and told him to take care of himself; I didn't know what I was going to do with him. The skinny guy left angry, knowing he couldn't compete with me, not that I'm La Roca Johnson, but the dude lacked several hairs on his balls to approach my physical context.
I got off the motorcycle and while Evelyn searched for the lock with the key, I squeezed her while kissing her neck. She was really getting hot with me because she was moving her tiny ass looking for a spot. Bah, what do I know, it was a cutie of the night, capable of doing that with every guy who ate her out, but I already felt like she saw me as her man and wanted to give herself to me voluntarily; that was enough for me.
We went up the stairs to the department without speaking; I could only sense how she felt. That white dress that covered half her ass was infarcting, and her thighs lifted her booty giving me an image previous absolute passion preview.
—Do you want to eat something? —she said, looking at the kitchen while taking off her leather jacket. She was a total diva.
—If it's now, better for you.
She laughed and told me to wait, saying she wanted to take a shower. I accepted and waited for her in the black armchair of the living room. It was an apartment with very modern decoration, had paintings that divided into three, very good ones, although I didn't understand them at all. Everything was very elaborate and tasteful, never imagined that the apartment of this type of miner would look like this, giving a rather... Hypnotic atmosphere. The dim lights from the salt lamps complemented it. They always give the right environment for a moment of pleasure.
I was relaxed when the phone rang and there was a message from my wife. Then two, three, she started to get crazy and sent me many messages. I didn't want to read any, so I turned off the phone and looked at the fashion magazines on the rat mouse table to calm down the emotions that Mica had just stirred up. I didn't want Evelyn to see me like this when we got together.
It's striking how long it took for this cutie to show herself again, without a phone in hand, I don't know how much time passed, but I think it was at least an hour.
—Here I come. If you want to eat, you have to learn to wait. —she said with a mocking voice from the room.
—Did you finish so quickly? I just sat down. —I replied, while browsing through the magazine.
She started laughing a lot, and I didn't understand why she was laughing so much at such a lame joke. She must be high.
When I looked up, she was wearing a spectacular white lingerie that highlighted her dark skin. A black cannon, I stopped immediately, but she told me to stay seated.
She approached slowly, with that acted walk that accentuated all her curves, it was a walking curve. I was stupid looking at her, thought about a flash of how Mica would look in this lingerie. But it wasn't Mica, it was Evelyn and she was going to satisfy me. And I liked it like that. This cutie
Satisfied in several ways: it made me feel like I liked her, respected her, and paid attention to me. It made me feel like a man and now I was going to let her blow me, leaving who knows how many with my hard-on on WhatsApp. All of that in less than two hours.
When she gets close, she climbs right up, supporting her gym butt on my bulge. She starts rubbing me, yes, she rubbed me too. It's incredible the skill she had, I just responded to what she was doing. She rubs all her tits against my shirt while hugging my neck and moving her ass, squishing my jeans.
—Take off your shirt.
—I said, half hypnotized. She lifted it without stopping kissing me.
—You have a nice physique, officer. —I got hard and smiled like a slut.
I don't even remember what I said after that, sure it was a wild ride. She wanted to get into the role of the delinquent and the cop, I don't know who has that crappy fantasy.
She started licking my nipples, I didn't know how much pleasure that gave men. She left my chest hair full of saliva, she did it without disgust. I couldn't imagine Mica doing something similar to me. Honestly, I couldn't even imagine Mica having sex with me, only with others.
Meanwhile, I was petting her hair, it felt strange, really strange. In theory, it should be the other way around. I was confused but very, very excited. She dignified herself by stopping and I could see how the thong was about to stain with fluids. A stain was starting to form. That gave me a positive feedback. She got down on her knees, put her head between my legs, and started licking like a kitten my pants while looking at me. I shot blood spurts towards my penis, following each of her tongue strokes.
She lowered my jeans and stuck her hand in my boxers until she pulled out my cock. It was almost over but it took only some caresses from her to get me hard again.
—What a beautiful cock you have.
—Do you like it? For tonight, it's all yours. —I said, making myself the langa, that cock was going to be
from her that night and all the ones she'll need.
Once my cock was ready for her mouth, she took it in as far as she could. I wanted it to be complete, so I started forcing it, she pulled out and told me to prepare myself for when it would reach her throat. Better if I prepared myself, or else everything would go wrong, or not, I don't know the truth, haha, haha, haha.
She filled her lungs and took it in completely with one stroke. What a sensation, no one had ever done that to me before. Mica never gave me a cock-sucking blow job, let alone a deep throat one. This was another level, Evelyn was a professional for me.
She pulled out so I could breathe and told her to open her mouth, if she touched my cock with her teeth I would get angry again. I felt like what I said pleased her in some way. I started sucking her mouth wildly, once inside her tongue worked an exquisite job, it was like the best thing a tongue can do with a cock.
She wrapped her tongue around the glans making it dance around it and all that in one second. It felt amazing, I wanted to finish giving her a complete blow job.
When I noticed she was about to come, I pulled out and gave her some shots on her face. She cleaned my entire penis and sucked the glans, pulling it. That produced a little pain but I liked it anyway. Everything Evelyn did for me was pleasure and my head would get in that state every second we shared.
I collapsed onto the couch with my cock lying beside me, she looked at me strangely, expectantly.
—Wait, now it's your turn, don't be so greedy.
—Give me pussy, I'm getting hot again.
When she said that, I got up with energy, already ready for another round and all the ones this talented woman would need.
I laid her down on the couch and knelt on the carpet, started sucking her smooth pussy. I looked at her to see her reaction and adapted to her tastes. In a little while, I was squeezing my head against her thighs.
—Oh yes! What lovely memories, this brunette was a bomb. Since we both finished, we were already at hand. Now it only remained to grab her as God commands. My cock had been ready for a while. I lifted her up and put her instantly on all fours. My preferred position and more with a cutie like this one. It was an exact proportion between a majestic ass and a waist as narrow as an ankle. Well, not that much, but it was a small waist.
I made her desire me a bit, already some time had passed and her vagina was a black hole. She ate everything that came close to her within a few centimeters. I moved my glans between the cheeks of her ass and slightly poked her butt, she didn't even bother. I swear that if it were Mica, she would get angry for this. And if crazy, I bring Mica every now and then to show them the contrast with this M-U-J-E-R, with all letters.
I moved her booty looking for me and leaned against the entrance of her vagina. My cock got congested, just two more drops perhaps, so she could get in comfortably into that cave.
I put it in fully, I know her vagina was already caramel-ready and neither of us wanted to wait any longer. I started giving it hard, she had her head against the pillow and dedicated herself to enjoying the sensations. I was the same, holding onto her hips, not doing anything but enjoying myself.
To add some spice to the matter, I grabbed her by the roots of that black hair and lifted her up until we were parallel. She was very absorbed, slowly moaning on the pillow and wanted me to know it was me who was screwing her.
I started massaging her breasts, quite larger than Mica's but still normal size. They weren't those porn breasts, they were normal breasts of a cutie.
Meanwhile, I sucked her entire neck and nibbled on it a bit. Her reaction? She was enjoying herself a lot. She moaned like a slut, really exciting moment.
You're my slut, only, I told her, from the first day I knew she liked being called that. Speak dirty.
—If papi, yours only —Ah, ah, ah, ah This is fun because the cutie had a different cock for each day of the week.
—Tell me again.
—Your papi! All yours! —she was saying to me, screaming, with the most put-on voice she had.
—Do you want me to stop?
—No, please don't stop.
...
When I noticed she was about to cum, I started masturbating while she was screwing me frantically and at a certain point I noticed her spasms and she rushed forward, leaving me with the cock in the air. I had high hopes of cumming and wasn't going to stay like that. I lifted her ass again and screwed her until she told me to finish outside. I did as she said, although I didn't want to, and finished on her whole back.
I let go and sprawled out on the couch next to her.
...
—Aah, what a tasty fuck official. —she said, sighing.
—Don't call me official, my name is Javier. —I said, cutting off the party.
—Javier? Beautiful name, I'm Camila.
—You don't call yourself...
—I am Camila —she cut off my sentence —Dancer names aren't real. Yes, they are real, but...
—Yes, yes, I understand —I said, also cutting her off —Nice to meet you, Camila.
—the pleasure is all mine —she said with a saucy smile.
...
I asked if she had an extra (merchandise). She said, pointing down the hallway, that I should go to the box on her nightstand in her room, which had a bag inside a box.
...
When I got to the room, I found a piece of girl's clothing, all detailed with roses, nothing like the image of an adult house I had outside.
...
She chases me around and says —This piece isn't, it's the other one —she says with an uncomfortable smile and pulls me out of her arm towards the door. As we leave, she closes the door.
...
I didn't understand a damn thing, but I wasn't going to ask anything, I didn't want to make her uncomfortable.
I go to her room and yes, it was like I expected from a cutie like that: two-person bed, mirrors, big TV, fully loaded closet, and like one of those mirrors famous people use in their dressing room, all illuminated, very stylish. On the table I could barely make out: rhinestones, nail polishes, lip gloss, a pile of colored pencils, who knows, madness.
I headed to the light table and inside a beautifully decorated red box was a bag that closes by pulling on a cord, also very nice, with many details. It looked like one of those bags where they put rice for weddings.
I took it to the living room, but before I noticed two things in the drawer: a reminder of my First Communion in a parish in Achiras, province of Cordoba, and next to it, depicting the Bible and the radiator very well, an electronic purple comforter.
I went to the living room and found her sitting there, sleeping. I knew this could happen, she worked all day, too much attention from me at late hours of the night. That's why I anticipated with a drink, didn't even offer it to her, took a couple of shots and felt new for a while. This was a habit among my work colleagues, I did it only a few times, if I'm being honest, those days saved my life, otherwise I would have taken a real shot.
Renewed in spirit, I turned on my phone. Forty-four messages from my wife. The last one ten minutes ago. I knew that if I went back to my house I'd have to deal with her that night and who knows what could happen. At that moment I feared the worst and didn't go, I'm grateful now for having made that decision.
Like an act of kindness towards that lady in front of me, I carried her in my arms to her bed and as a reward she gave me a kiss on the cheek. I swear that kiss, without diminishing the three hundred we had before, was the strongest of the night. The one I remember most now.
—There's a copy of the key above the fridge, take it, but don't forget to return it to me.
—Yes, don't make a drama out of this.
She smiled and thanked me with a kiss. I returned the key, grabbed the keys and went back to the dump.
It was cold outside, it was spring and The nights were cold, as they should be. I rushed quickly with the phone and started calling available whores. I spent the remaining hours of night, chatting.
Life had become a hell for me. Those hells that are so monotonous and routine that it's not easy to get out of them. I worked from 18 at a security company, a job I got through my father-in-law's contacts. I was in factories, supermarkets, and a bank, I don't know if I can name it.
The salary barely covered what was necessary, paying bills, rent, taxes, and the needs of the two women. My ex-wife did beauty jobs, nail care, and some other thing I don't remember, but the money she earned wasn't constant. One month would make 10,000 pesos and another would make 1,500 or less. We could never save up to give ourselves a treat or have next month insured.
Then there was the issue that I didn't have friends, from the first day I lived with Mica I separated from them to make my adult life. My in-laws didn't want me at all, not even a little, and they tried to make me notice it. My only friend was my old lady who helped me with some mangos when I asked or even without asking and visited me with great joy to see her two big loves: her granddaughter and me. She really made my insipid life more bearable.
Then there was the issue that Mica cooled off a lot after the first five years of living together, she no longer wanted to talk about anything and sex was a thing of the past. Every time I caressed her to propose we have sex, she would stiffen up and leave the place, regardless of what she was doing. This made me angry, until I had the urge to hit her sometimes, but never did.
I had already lost interest in her, and despite her beauty, I started to hate her. But what most made me feel... She annoyed me because she wouldn't argue! Never would that slut mother argue! How do you want to fix things if you're always so passive? Every time I raised my voice, she'd lower her head and listen to me yelling like a martyr, it was like talking to a wall.
I got annoyed when she made herself the victim. We both came from the same path, nobody's responsible for the other's crap. Or maybe, just a little bit, because we're so immature and can't handle the relationship and end up in a vicious circle of implicit hatred. Sometimes I think I still love her.
My days didn't have time to do anything but work and sleep. I didn't see my daughter grow up or say her first words, or walk, or take her to her first school day. The free days I got from work, I'd spend shooting myself in the department. After leaving the job, I'd go by motorcycle to those places where women almost naked dance around a pipe.
I hooked up with one of them, Eve they called her! What a beautiful brunette, such a slut! She was throwing me vibes, like she knew me and said she liked my uniform, thought I was a cop, seems they're coveted in those environments. She'd dance personally for five minutes and let me touch her all over. I had the record of making you go from zero to one hundred in four seconds. I told her I was married and that turned her on even more. I didn't want to screw it up completely and when she asked me to come to her department, I resisted temptation. Didn't go back for a while.
At home, I was a zombie and gave little attention to the girls, although Abi sometimes got some affection from me. But they were so mechanical that she didn't even ask for much.
Six years ago, I found out my wife was cheating on me with others. The first one was the priest's dude, Leonardo, who threw her vibes even when she was pregnant. It was the first of many. Then I found out she hooked up with a client's husband. Was that Mica I had idealized? I felt like an important jerk. I hit every part of... department. When she told me cynically that she had caught Leo, I blew the top off a pineapple with the radiator, and the noise startled her, but later she showed herself relatively calm. She was tired of me and wanted a divorce. So, no more. We never spoke; I could only sense how she felt. Obvious, I asked for explanations, and like a martyr again, she just listened to what I had to say.
This was the panorama of my life for thirty years. Divorced, with an adolescent daughter, with little money, extremely cuck, disillusioned with life, with the love of my life more or less.
After she told me that Leo had screwed her in his car, I grabbed the keys to the Yamaha SZ RR 150cc and left for Evelyn's department. She wasn't there; I waited an hour until midnight, and then she came walking in half-drunk with a skinny guy smaller than her. She would have been about twenty-three at that time, a sexual bomb.
She saw me and was surprised. She knew surely that married no longer meant anything at that moment. The skinny guy told her he could come back tomorrow, and this guy got hard and I agitated, as I was half-saturated inside, so I ignored him for a moment and told him to take care of himself; I didn't know what I was going to do with him. The skinny guy left angry, knowing he couldn't compete with me, not that I'm La Roca Johnson, but the dude lacked several hairs on his balls to approach my physical context.
I got off the motorcycle and while Evelyn searched for the lock with the key, I squeezed her while kissing her neck. She was really getting hot with me because she was moving her tiny ass looking for a spot. Bah, what do I know, it was a cutie of the night, capable of doing that with every guy who ate her out, but I already felt like she saw me as her man and wanted to give herself to me voluntarily; that was enough for me.
We went up the stairs to the department without speaking; I could only sense how she felt. That white dress that covered half her ass was infarcting, and her thighs lifted her booty giving me an image previous absolute passion preview.
—Do you want to eat something? —she said, looking at the kitchen while taking off her leather jacket. She was a total diva.
—If it's now, better for you.
She laughed and told me to wait, saying she wanted to take a shower. I accepted and waited for her in the black armchair of the living room. It was an apartment with very modern decoration, had paintings that divided into three, very good ones, although I didn't understand them at all. Everything was very elaborate and tasteful, never imagined that the apartment of this type of miner would look like this, giving a rather... Hypnotic atmosphere. The dim lights from the salt lamps complemented it. They always give the right environment for a moment of pleasure.
I was relaxed when the phone rang and there was a message from my wife. Then two, three, she started to get crazy and sent me many messages. I didn't want to read any, so I turned off the phone and looked at the fashion magazines on the rat mouse table to calm down the emotions that Mica had just stirred up. I didn't want Evelyn to see me like this when we got together.
It's striking how long it took for this cutie to show herself again, without a phone in hand, I don't know how much time passed, but I think it was at least an hour.
—Here I come. If you want to eat, you have to learn to wait. —she said with a mocking voice from the room.
—Did you finish so quickly? I just sat down. —I replied, while browsing through the magazine.
She started laughing a lot, and I didn't understand why she was laughing so much at such a lame joke. She must be high.
When I looked up, she was wearing a spectacular white lingerie that highlighted her dark skin. A black cannon, I stopped immediately, but she told me to stay seated.
She approached slowly, with that acted walk that accentuated all her curves, it was a walking curve. I was stupid looking at her, thought about a flash of how Mica would look in this lingerie. But it wasn't Mica, it was Evelyn and she was going to satisfy me. And I liked it like that. This cutie
Satisfied in several ways: it made me feel like I liked her, respected her, and paid attention to me. It made me feel like a man and now I was going to let her blow me, leaving who knows how many with my hard-on on WhatsApp. All of that in less than two hours.
When she gets close, she climbs right up, supporting her gym butt on my bulge. She starts rubbing me, yes, she rubbed me too. It's incredible the skill she had, I just responded to what she was doing. She rubs all her tits against my shirt while hugging my neck and moving her ass, squishing my jeans.
—Take off your shirt.
—I said, half hypnotized. She lifted it without stopping kissing me.
—You have a nice physique, officer. —I got hard and smiled like a slut.
I don't even remember what I said after that, sure it was a wild ride. She wanted to get into the role of the delinquent and the cop, I don't know who has that crappy fantasy.
She started licking my nipples, I didn't know how much pleasure that gave men. She left my chest hair full of saliva, she did it without disgust. I couldn't imagine Mica doing something similar to me. Honestly, I couldn't even imagine Mica having sex with me, only with others.
Meanwhile, I was petting her hair, it felt strange, really strange. In theory, it should be the other way around. I was confused but very, very excited. She dignified herself by stopping and I could see how the thong was about to stain with fluids. A stain was starting to form. That gave me a positive feedback. She got down on her knees, put her head between my legs, and started licking like a kitten my pants while looking at me. I shot blood spurts towards my penis, following each of her tongue strokes.
She lowered my jeans and stuck her hand in my boxers until she pulled out my cock. It was almost over but it took only some caresses from her to get me hard again.
—What a beautiful cock you have.
—Do you like it? For tonight, it's all yours. —I said, making myself the langa, that cock was going to be
from her that night and all the ones she'll need.
Once my cock was ready for her mouth, she took it in as far as she could. I wanted it to be complete, so I started forcing it, she pulled out and told me to prepare myself for when it would reach her throat. Better if I prepared myself, or else everything would go wrong, or not, I don't know the truth, haha, haha, haha.
She filled her lungs and took it in completely with one stroke. What a sensation, no one had ever done that to me before. Mica never gave me a cock-sucking blow job, let alone a deep throat one. This was another level, Evelyn was a professional for me.
She pulled out so I could breathe and told her to open her mouth, if she touched my cock with her teeth I would get angry again. I felt like what I said pleased her in some way. I started sucking her mouth wildly, once inside her tongue worked an exquisite job, it was like the best thing a tongue can do with a cock.
She wrapped her tongue around the glans making it dance around it and all that in one second. It felt amazing, I wanted to finish giving her a complete blow job.
When I noticed she was about to come, I pulled out and gave her some shots on her face. She cleaned my entire penis and sucked the glans, pulling it. That produced a little pain but I liked it anyway. Everything Evelyn did for me was pleasure and my head would get in that state every second we shared.
I collapsed onto the couch with my cock lying beside me, she looked at me strangely, expectantly.
—Wait, now it's your turn, don't be so greedy.
—Give me pussy, I'm getting hot again.
When she said that, I got up with energy, already ready for another round and all the ones this talented woman would need.
I laid her down on the couch and knelt on the carpet, started sucking her smooth pussy. I looked at her to see her reaction and adapted to her tastes. In a little while, I was squeezing my head against her thighs.
—Oh yes! What lovely memories, this brunette was a bomb. Since we both finished, we were already at hand. Now it only remained to grab her as God commands. My cock had been ready for a while. I lifted her up and put her instantly on all fours. My preferred position and more with a cutie like this one. It was an exact proportion between a majestic ass and a waist as narrow as an ankle. Well, not that much, but it was a small waist.
I made her desire me a bit, already some time had passed and her vagina was a black hole. She ate everything that came close to her within a few centimeters. I moved my glans between the cheeks of her ass and slightly poked her butt, she didn't even bother. I swear that if it were Mica, she would get angry for this. And if crazy, I bring Mica every now and then to show them the contrast with this M-U-J-E-R, with all letters.
I moved her booty looking for me and leaned against the entrance of her vagina. My cock got congested, just two more drops perhaps, so she could get in comfortably into that cave.
I put it in fully, I know her vagina was already caramel-ready and neither of us wanted to wait any longer. I started giving it hard, she had her head against the pillow and dedicated herself to enjoying the sensations. I was the same, holding onto her hips, not doing anything but enjoying myself.
To add some spice to the matter, I grabbed her by the roots of that black hair and lifted her up until we were parallel. She was very absorbed, slowly moaning on the pillow and wanted me to know it was me who was screwing her.
I started massaging her breasts, quite larger than Mica's but still normal size. They weren't those porn breasts, they were normal breasts of a cutie.
Meanwhile, I sucked her entire neck and nibbled on it a bit. Her reaction? She was enjoying herself a lot. She moaned like a slut, really exciting moment.
You're my slut, only, I told her, from the first day I knew she liked being called that. Speak dirty.
—If papi, yours only —Ah, ah, ah, ah This is fun because the cutie had a different cock for each day of the week.
—Tell me again.
—Your papi! All yours! —she was saying to me, screaming, with the most put-on voice she had.
—Do you want me to stop?
—No, please don't stop.
...
When I noticed she was about to cum, I started masturbating while she was screwing me frantically and at a certain point I noticed her spasms and she rushed forward, leaving me with the cock in the air. I had high hopes of cumming and wasn't going to stay like that. I lifted her ass again and screwed her until she told me to finish outside. I did as she said, although I didn't want to, and finished on her whole back.
I let go and sprawled out on the couch next to her.
...
—Aah, what a tasty fuck official. —she said, sighing.
—Don't call me official, my name is Javier. —I said, cutting off the party.
—Javier? Beautiful name, I'm Camila.
—You don't call yourself...
—I am Camila —she cut off my sentence —Dancer names aren't real. Yes, they are real, but...
—Yes, yes, I understand —I said, also cutting her off —Nice to meet you, Camila.
—the pleasure is all mine —she said with a saucy smile.
...
I asked if she had an extra (merchandise). She said, pointing down the hallway, that I should go to the box on her nightstand in her room, which had a bag inside a box.
...
When I got to the room, I found a piece of girl's clothing, all detailed with roses, nothing like the image of an adult house I had outside.
...
She chases me around and says —This piece isn't, it's the other one —she says with an uncomfortable smile and pulls me out of her arm towards the door. As we leave, she closes the door.
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I didn't understand a damn thing, but I wasn't going to ask anything, I didn't want to make her uncomfortable.
I go to her room and yes, it was like I expected from a cutie like that: two-person bed, mirrors, big TV, fully loaded closet, and like one of those mirrors famous people use in their dressing room, all illuminated, very stylish. On the table I could barely make out: rhinestones, nail polishes, lip gloss, a pile of colored pencils, who knows, madness.
I headed to the light table and inside a beautifully decorated red box was a bag that closes by pulling on a cord, also very nice, with many details. It looked like one of those bags where they put rice for weddings.
I took it to the living room, but before I noticed two things in the drawer: a reminder of my First Communion in a parish in Achiras, province of Cordoba, and next to it, depicting the Bible and the radiator very well, an electronic purple comforter.
I went to the living room and found her sitting there, sleeping. I knew this could happen, she worked all day, too much attention from me at late hours of the night. That's why I anticipated with a drink, didn't even offer it to her, took a couple of shots and felt new for a while. This was a habit among my work colleagues, I did it only a few times, if I'm being honest, those days saved my life, otherwise I would have taken a real shot.
Renewed in spirit, I turned on my phone. Forty-four messages from my wife. The last one ten minutes ago. I knew that if I went back to my house I'd have to deal with her that night and who knows what could happen. At that moment I feared the worst and didn't go, I'm grateful now for having made that decision.
Like an act of kindness towards that lady in front of me, I carried her in my arms to her bed and as a reward she gave me a kiss on the cheek. I swear that kiss, without diminishing the three hundred we had before, was the strongest of the night. The one I remember most now.
—There's a copy of the key above the fridge, take it, but don't forget to return it to me.
—Yes, don't make a drama out of this.
She smiled and thanked me with a kiss. I returned the key, grabbed the keys and went back to the dump.
It was cold outside, it was spring and The nights were cold, as they should be. I rushed quickly with the phone and started calling available whores. I spent the remaining hours of night, chatting.
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