El galán...

I don't usually answer the messages that are sent to me through the chat, not because I don't want to, but due to lack of time, although I always read them and enjoy what they write to me. That's how it is that one day I was going over the messages until one caught my attention. It was from a relatively new user, and he said:



















That morning I walked up to the bar that had told me, on the corner of the producer's office, although I hadn't decided yet what to do. He didn't know me, I hadn't sent him any photos, just the ones I put in my stories, so I could approach without fear of being recognized.

I sit down at one of the tables, order a latte and take out my laptop to work while I wait. Almost an hour has passed when I see him enter with a couple, probably the producers he had mentioned in his messages, since I hear them talking about shooting times and stuff like that.

I don't know when we chatted, but when I first appeared on an entertainment program, I was in love with him. It was a platonic love, of course, because I would have been ten years old and he would already be all grown up, so seeing him there, in the flesh, even more handsome than back then, made my hormones go wild.

After a while, the girl gets up and leaves to go back to the producer's office. The guy accompanying him stays for a bit longer but at one point he has to take a call, that's when I take advantage of it to put everything away and approach.

I clarify that I'm not produced or anything, I just left like that, with my face washed and hair tied up in a ponytail. I didn't want to be the femme fatale or anything like that, but rather be as natural as possible.

-Excuse me...- I say -I'm really embarrassed to bother you, but I'm a huge fan of yours, can you sign an autograph for me?-

-Sure thing, it's my pleasure...-, he says with a smile that already makes my panties wet.

I give him a piece of paper, he writes a dedication, quite extensive, I must say, and when he asks for my name, I say:

-Mariela..., but better put Maritainfiel...-

He takes a few seconds to react, but when he does, he looks at me like he already knows where the next two hours are going...

-Didn't think you'd come...-, he says, looking me over with his eyes and showing visible satisfaction with what he sees.

-I'm here..., I make him say Notice. The friend already seems to be saying goodbye to his call, so he hurries to tell me: -I ask you for a favor, get out first and walk down... (the street where the producer is) that I finish some things with this thing and catch up with you, I have a black Audi, so you can recognize me quickly...- When the guy enters, he finishes signing my autograph (like Mariela) and hands it to me, always with that smile that makes him so seductive. -Thanks, you're the best...- I say, returning his smile. I would have given him a kiss, but in these times kisses are almost forbidden, at least in public, because privately I was willing to kiss him until the shadows. While I leave the bar, I hear my friend saying: -Are your admirers always this good?- Unfortunately, I don't get to hear what he responds. I leave and walk down the street that he told me, slowly, without hurrying, knowing that at any moment he will come out after me. I understand his precautions, since he is going through a difficult time in his relationship and surely paparazzi are lurking all the time. I wouldn't want to be exposed on the covers of magazines as the new lover or the third wheel either, so I was willing to consent to any extra care he wanted to take. I hadn't made it even two blocks when I saw that, just then, a black Audi stopped at the next corner. It makes the rear lights blink to let me know it's him, an imperceptible wink for others but more than evident for me. I don't hurry, keep my pace, and as I get closer, I get in on the passenger side. No sooner do I close the door than he accelerates and turns at the first intersection, making a couple of maneuvers, like trying to shake off any possible pursuer. -I had reservations about coming, I didn't believe you were really me- I say. -I also had mine, I didn't believe you...- -...were such a slut?...- I interrupt him. -Hahaha... just like in your stories, I was going to say-
Good, here I have you, you can take out all your doubts-
With one hand holding the steering wheel, but with my free hand I caress my legs. I undo the button, lower the zipper, and open it a little more the opening of my pants.
-I love how you are! - expresses, sliding her hand inside my underwear, caressing me with a warm and soft hand.
-Uuufff...! You're already wet...!- exclaims upon noticing the humidity of my interior.
-Did you expect anything else?-
-Clearly not-
At a stoplight, we kiss. An intense, avid, passionate kiss that lasts until the light turns green.
Turns left and stops in front of a hotel's garage on the middle block. In the room, we kiss again, rubbing against each other, her hands sliding up and down my body.
Her fingers get lost in the cleft of my pants, causing me to shudder with pure ecstasy.
I caress his cock above his belt, anxiously tracing the shape it takes as it grows larger. A long-awaited cock after some intimate photos leaked a while ago.
Quickly undresses her shirt, pants, and naked, with a formidable erection pulsating between her legs, lies down on the bed.
For God's sake, what a piece of man you're going to eat Marita..., I say to myself, admiring that fibrous body with well-defined muscles, in which there seems to be no hint of fat.
I take off my clothes, not as quickly as him, but with smoother and more delicate movements, enjoying the way her pussy moves without losing sight of my body.
Naked, I get into bed, and crawling between his legs, I trace the tattoo that covers almost the entire left thigh with my tongue, rising to reach his volcanic intimacy.
I eat his testicles, feeling them swell inside my mouth, already boiling with heat.
In front of my face stands imposingly, majestically, her cock, hard, upright, with a network of veins that leave evidence of her vigor and virility.

I give her a tongue-lashing from below to the tip, so I can eat her up in one go, sucking her off with enthusiasm that comes from past times when she was a girl who didn't know anything about men yet.

At times I take a break and go back to eating her eggs, enjoying that tumescence, that masculinity that seems to inflate more and more each time.

I climb back up, kissing her all the way down, sucking on that piece of Gloria with all my might, making her swallow deep gasps that bring out more than pleasant exclamations.

When roles are reversed and he sucks me off, it feels like I'm touching heaven with my hands. He makes me feel like a sopapita effect that drives me crazy, turns me mad.

Seeing that face I only knew from TV and magazines appearing between my legs, with his beard wet from my intimate flows, makes my excitement shoot up to the stratosphere.

I stretch out my hands and pull him towards me to kiss him, to mix our flavors in my mouth.

I love seeing how he puts on the condom, places it at the tip, and unwinds it slowly, smoothing it energetically against his velvety skin. It's one of the most erotic images I've ever seen.

He lies down on top of me, and adjusting himself between my legs, tells me to keep quiet, kissing me with all his mouth as he sinks into my deepest interior.

I wrap my legs around his waist, making him mine, and encourage him to move:

- Hold me... hold me tight!-

He does it slowly, paused, like he wants to store in his emotional memory the recollection of those first sensations.

- Finally I have you...!- he whispers without stopping, filling every corner with his excitement.

- Siiiiiiiiii...!- I nod between exalted sighs - You have me all for you!-

Although it's true that I should be thanking him for finding myself in bed with the erotic fantasy of many Argentines.

If anyone is reading this, I assure you that it does not disappoint, that it meets all the expectations one could have regarding it.

At some point we spin around, sliding over my fluids, with me on top and him below.

I lean against his chest, strong, marked, and start riding him, enjoying how the cock bounces off the walls of my uterus.

I have an orgasm at the exact moment he grabs my waist and pumps from below, now yes, violent, brutal, making my breasts shake uncontrollably.

He doesn't let go, attacks with all his might, making me feel the full force of his virility.

I have to separate a bit to release some flow, but I get back into it soon, restarting that wild ride that takes me to the Empire of the Senses, where only a good cock can take you, like the one inside me.

He wraps his arms around me, pressing against my body, and kisses me again, his tongue exploring my mouth from the inside, entwining with mine, savoring us without breathing.

We're feverish, excited to the point of no return.

Again we turn over, again I'm beneath him, legs wide open, receiving all his thrusts.

I look at him and smile, never going to forget his gestures of pleasure, the way he closes his eyes when he sighs, how he bites his lip.

He pushes himself up, driving his knees into the bed, grabs my thighs hard, and fulminates me with sparks. His veins are marked on his neck due to the intensity with which I'm being fucked, but he doesn't stop, keeps that rhythm that makes me vibrate, that makes me shudder.

I want him to wait, for us to come together, but I can't, my second orgasm in a few minutes arrives first, engulfing me in a peaceful agony.

I'm still enjoying those ripples of pleasure when I feel like he's reaching his own, releasing an excited and primal scream.

He collapses on top of me, his breathing agitated, the body soaked in sweat, although the most intense satisfaction bursting from every pore.

When he gets out of the way, still impacted by such tremendous dust, I stay curled up next to his body for a while, enjoying the heat of his skin.

-Do we make it complete? he asks after a brief relaxation, caressing my Booty, his fingers probing the proximity of my posterior entrance.

As a response, I get down on all fours and opening my buttocks, offer myself completely.

-Don't you want to marry me? he proposes in a joking tone.

-Look, you're running the risk that I'll say yes...-I respond, following his joke.

He opens a lubricant gel pack, pours it onto the groove of my Booty, and putting on another condom, starts poking at my butt.

He doesn't have to insist too much for me to take in a good piece, since he has one of those pipes that expand towards the base, making anal penetration more comfortable at first than at the end.

He grabs my waist firmly and buries the rest, now really giving me a fuck that makes each vertebra shudder, shaking me until the sweet bone with deep and accelerated thrusts.

What pleasure I get, especially when, sliding one hand under my body, he campanes my clitoris to the rhythm of his thrusts.

Through the mirrors, I see him behind me, observe him, admire him, unable to believe yet that he's there, with me, mauling my Booty to pieces.

This time we finish together, exhausted in a tangle of arms and legs, one on top of the other, panting with full and absolute satisfaction.

We gave it our all, as if our survival depended on the ejaculations we let out.

He himself told me that he hadn't enjoyed so much and so often for a long time.

-I don't even remember when I last had more than one...-

-With your wife? I'm surprised.

He caresses my bare leg.

-I imagine it's not like that with your husband...

I don't respond, nor would I be able to even if I wanted to. In that same moment, he slides between my thighs and inserts his fingers, making me sigh as if nothing had happened in those two hours. I then grab his cock and shake it off, achieving a quick and effective erection. Seeing her so hard and swollen, I can't resist giving her another blow job, filling my mouth with her flavor. Then I get up and putting myself facing one of the mirrors, I move her tiny ass from side to side, encouraging him to stand up too. I want him to grab me, stamping me against the wall with that masculinity that once unleashed can no longer be contained. With his cock throbbing between my thighs, he comes and plants himself behind me. He grabs my waist without using his hands, just with skilled movements of his pelvis, PLOP, inserting it between my legs. I love seeing him in the mirror while he pushes it inside me, making me feel piece by piece, my face contorted in a lascivious and demonic rictus. He's been married to a woman for years who is hated by 90% of Argentines, but still, he's fucking me, enjoying himself with me, I'm the one making him come, not his wife. He grabs my breasts and surfs with all of it, PAM PAM PAM, his cock at its peak, as if previous ejaculations had only been a preparation, a sketch of this one, the essential, the definitive, the one that really matters. We complement each other perfectly, going back and forth, our bodies linked as if one depended on the other's movement. I turn my head looking for him, excited, with that characteristic blush of great pleasures. Without stopping to engulf me, he kisses me with such frenzy that I can't hold it and end up, getting wet like a teenager. I feel like everything is overflowing, splashing his legs and the floor with my cum. He takes a few steps back, taking me with him, until we fall onto the edge of the bed, with me on top, all the way inside, swollen to bursting. No power. With the orgasm still pulsing inside me, I move seeking his. -Give it to me, give it to me, give it to me...!- he gasps in my ear, his chest against my back, his hands tightly grasping my breasts. I move up and down, anxious, enthusiastic, longing, until it ends with such intensity that it shakes his entire body, and as if struck by lightning, he falls onto the bed, exhausted. I get up, take off his jacket, and lying between his legs, I give him a blow job, sucking avidly at the semen still impregnating his skin. -I'm serious, do you want to marry me?- he says again, exhausted, fainting. I lie down beside him, also exhausted, and resting my head on his shoulder, I stay there for a while, not saying anything, just feeling, trying to make the moment of goodbye last longer. I don't know how our thing will go or if there will be something real between us. Maybe for him it was just another quick screw with an admirer, but for me it's clear that it's much more than a fulfilled fantasy. It's reality... I like that man since I was a girl and saw him on TV. He wasn't much bigger than me, but to me, still a little girl, he seemed like a whole man. Later one grows up and forgets their childhood fantasies, but there he was, with me in the hotel bed, asking me, even if it was just in jest, if I wanted to marry him. -Of course, SURE I WANT...!, I would have screamed if he had asked seriously. -I want to marry you, wake up beside you every morning, make love to you day and night, bear your surname, be yours in the most complete and absolute way a woman can belong to a man...-. But... Each person has their own life, family, and place in the world. However, if we were lovers, I would like to have a son of his, who like Ro, I would raise as if he were my husband's son. But that's already a fantasy, I don't even know if we'll see each other again. For now, I'm content with having had him. locked up, time will tell the rest...
PD: if they identify the gentleman in question, please don't mention his name, use his initials or mention him privately, I don't want to cause him any trouble. Thanks...