Olivia: El amigo de papá, me estrenó el culo.

Carlos was the best friend of dad's, Both knew each other for many years, when they coincided studying at the law school. Since then, they had been inseparable, and although Carlos never practiced as a lawyer, he inherited a prosperous family business that made him a successful entrepreneur. The two were partners in some type of speculative real estate investment.

So, I know Carlos and his family since I have memory. His wife is called Laura, and she's the kind of woman who doesn't accept time passing and thinks that money and especially surgical operations can keep a woman eternally young.

My mom scolded me when she heard me say that her friend Laura seemed like a wax museum figure. The couple had a daughter a year older than me, named Sara.

Then I was finishing high school and also dating a guy, Alex, since I was 18. At that time my life consisted mainly of two things: playing volleyball and being with my boyfriend.

I was quite striking: I was blonde, had clear eyes, over 1.70 meters tall, had a fairly generous bust, and especially what caught the attention of some guys was my ass. I have to say that some of my physical features come from my mother's family, as my grandmother was of Scandinavian origin.

When I was young, men always caught my eye, but without doubt Carlos was for me a kind of platonic love.

Before going on, I'd like to clarify that Carlos was a handsome and attractive man. He also always dressed well, being the type of man who results very masculine and confident. I have to admit that sometimes I had masturbated thinking about him.

Carlos always looked at me lustfully when he could. I loved feeling his eyes glued to my cleavage. Even once or twice, it had slipped out of him... hand, feigning innocence as I subtly hinted at a small spark. The day before what I want to tell, he had been at my parents' house. Carlos wouldn't stop looking at me, and I was thrilled that a man like him would notice me in such a way. It made me feel like a real woman. I remember we exchanged glances a couple of times, I smiled at him as if saying: 'I know you like me, and I also notice how you look at me, and the truth is I'm thrilled.' What I didn't expect was that he would come looking for me at school the next day. I saw him in front of me, couldn't believe it. His car was parked double-parked in front of the entrance. 'Good morning Olivia, do you want to go with me?' he asked securely and decisively. I stayed thinking for a few seconds, had plans with my boyfriend to take a walk. 'What are you doing here?...' I questioned, doubting. 'Come on, don't be a kid. Get in. I'll invite you to have something.' He said with that masculine tone he has, used to giving orders and assuming others will obey. 'I had plans with Alex, the poor guy must be waiting for me. But come on, okay...' I said, getting in the car determined. 'You're beautiful. Do you still go out with that boyfriend of yours?' he asked. 'Yes, we've been going out for almost three years,' I replied innocently. 'I envy him. I wish I had a girlfriend as pretty as you at his age,' he said, putting his hand on my knee while driving. I felt a bit awkward, didn't say anything, but he must have noticed, 'Olivia, if you don't like my hand on your leg, just tell me. I don't want to do or say anything that makes you feel uncomfortable. Do you understand?' he asked. I nodded affirmatively with a gesture, as if telling him I understood. Then I swallowed hard and dared to say: 'Relax, it's not bothering me, it's just unusual. You're Sara's father.' I dropped the bombshell like a heavy weight. 'Unusual? What's unusual about a man wanting...' Touching her leg? —, he said, lifting my skirt up a bit more and moving my eyes away from the steering wheel for a few seconds. —You have scandalous thighs.

—Thanks —, I replied timidly.

Then he parked the car in a downtown parking lot. He grabbed me by the waist as if we were a couple of newlyweds, and said:

—Let me pretend to be with a woman like you.

I held onto him too. To be honest, I liked walking down the street with him like that. Carlos turned around when he noticed my hug, then looked at my face.

—What lips you have! You're meant to be eaten! —he flirted just before bringing his mouth to mine.

That was the moment we shared our first kiss. I felt his tongue conquer my mouth skillfully. Now, looking back with today's eyes, I can confirm that Carlos was an expert in amatory arts. Until that day, no one had ever kissed me like that.

—What a yummy mouth you have, heaven —he said as he pulled away from me.

—I've really enjoyed kissing you too —, I confessed.

—You'll see Olivia, since you know I'm a married man and at the same time very well-known. Plus, you're a very young girl, and it's clear that you're precious. If someone sees us, they'll go telling my wife and your parents about it. Look at the scandal that would cause! I know you're not a little girl anymore, and I have to tell you that I have an apartment right next door.

—Are you inviting me on a date with you? —I interrupted nervously.

—That's what I'm doing. But don't be scared, I swear nothing will happen that you won't want to happen. The truth is that I'm crazy about you, Olivia. I can't get you out of my head, I like you too much.

—You like me too —, I reminded him.

—But remember that you're a married man, and I have a boyfriend. Plus, you're the best friend of my father —, I reminded him.

—I've seen how you shivered when we kissed as we were leaving the parking lot. I know you got turned on, and I can see how turned on you are looking at me too —, he said pointing to his bulto pantalón. —Are you going to leave me with this heat? I didn't think you were like that… —, he said as if I had disappointed him.

—Okay, if you want we can go to your apartment. But only to kiss and maybe make out a little, and that's it —, I said somewhat embarrassed.

—You'll know how to make me come very well? Do you want to see how I come in your hand? —, he asked morbidly.

—I think so. Do you take many women to the apartment where you're taking me? —, I wanted to know.

—Honestly, not that many. Only the most beautiful ones, and none as beautiful as you —, he said, grabbing my waist.

When we got to the top floor and entered the apartment, I have to admit I was impressed. It was a luxurious love nest in the heart of the city.

What girl wouldn't resist being with a man like Carlos in that setting? Until then, I had only been with Alex in his car, and before he took off his shirt, in a park near my house.

—Do you like it? —, he wanted to know.

But he didn't let me answer. Carlos grabbed me from behind and started kissing my neck. His hands began to explore my body over my clothes.

—You're so good, Olivia! —, he said, rubbing his groin against my butt while caressing the lobe of my ear. At that moment, his expert fingers were unbuttoning my shirt and gently brushing against my nipples, which started to hurt from being so hard and erect.

—Come on, turn around. I want to see those breasts you've tried to imagine so many times.

I obeyed, turning slowly.

—Do you like them? Do you like my tits? —, I said provocatively, making a face of innocent girl.

He threw himself at them, like a hungry man who hasn't eaten in days. At that moment, I put my hand on his groin and loved feeling the bulge under his pants. Then I lowered his zipper and put my hand inside decisively. I could feel... The heat of his groin. It made me feel perilously horny when I took him out and touched his erect cock for the first time.

It seemed enormous in my fragile hands. I was eager to start masturbating it, just as I had done many times with my boyfriend. I wanted him to see that I wasn't a girl anymore, that I had experience, even though I had only been with one boy.

—Take off your shirt and let's go to bed, where you'll make me feel the most comfortable —, he said without any hesitation.

Then we went to the only bedroom in the luxurious apartment. He took advantage of my doubts to take off all his clothes.

After that, we got into bed, with me naked from the waist up. Seeing him like that next to me, completely naked, impressed me. He didn't have the Herculean and perfect muscles of Alex, but his body seemed much more manly than my boyfriend's. I touched his chest, kissed him. I loved his smell and touch.

Carlos started kissing me again while I was masturbating him.

—Am I doing it right? —, I asked doubting, since Alex would come quickly. He would grab my wrist and set the pace. But Carlos seemed more relaxed.

—Have you done many blowjobs? —, he asked.

—I've done a few already —, I smiled —I told you that I've been going out with my boyfriend for three years.

—And what else do you do with your boyfriend? —, he asked jokingly.

It didn't bother me to talk about sex with him; it only excited me more.

—we also have sex and sometimes I suck his cock —, I said trying to be interesting.

—you're such a slut! —, he laughed.

Nobody had ever called me that before, but the insult didn't bother me; it only excited me more.

—Do you want me to suck your cock? —, I asked surprising myself.

—I'd love it —, he replied smiling.

—Your one is fatter. But I'll try to get it in my mouth —, I said doubting.

—Don't worry. It will fit. You just have to open up that foxy mouth of yours a bit more.

I thought he had called me 'foxy' again, I thought.

But Carlos had reason, because I opened my mouth as much as I could and kept putting it all inside. I developed with her as best I could.

At that moment, Carlos took advantage to try to caress my sex above the panties, but I pushed his hand away. 'A blow job was as far as I was willing to go'.

—Let me see the treasure you must have hidden there —, he said, trying to touch my sex again.

I pulled his cock out of my mouth. I breathed heavily and asked:

—Do you want to see my little hole?
—I'm dying to see it, sweetheart —, Carlos said softly.
—But just look! I warn you that I won't do anything else. Remember that you told me you wouldn't do anything I didn't want —, I reminded him.
—I know precious. I promise nothing will happen that you don't desire —, he said, winking at me.

Then I got down on my knees on the bed, lifted my skirt, and showed him my white panties. I remember cursing for not having put on sexier underwear, like I did on weekends when I knew I would be with my boyfriend. Maybe that was the trigger for why I always liked wearing lingerie, which I consider quite erotic.
—What a tasty little rabbit you have! Do you know your panties are wet? —, Carlos asked, not looking away.

I leaned forward to see what he meant. Indeed, right in front of my sex, there was clearly a dark circle on the fabric of my panties, undoubtedly due to my vaginal fluids.
—I think I'm horny —, I said laughing.

Then I pulled the panty fabric to one side and showed him my sex directly.
—Do you like my little thing? Do you want to touch it? —, I asked, dying to have him put his hand on me.
Carlos didn't answer, and instead felt his fingers caressing my vaginal entrance, then took them straight to his mouth and sucked them, as if he wanted to absorb all the flavor of my pussy.
—Look, Olivia, I won't lie to you. You drive me crazy, you don't know how much I desire... —, Carlos said. I want you to fuck me. —, I said suddenly. Knowing perfectly well that I was entering a point of no return. I felt a desire for a man that I couldn't repress. I didn't think about Alex, or my parents, or Sara. Only he and I were there.

Then he threw himself at me like a predator who knows when it's the right moment to attack its prey.

He pushed me onto the bed, practically ripping off my underwear. No doubt that was the first day I came home without underwear. Later it seemed like he got used to it.

Carlos put his head between my thighs. His tongue began to lick my clitoris while playing with his fingers at the entrance of my hot and hungry vagina.

I started to moan. Alex, my boyfriend, had never made me feel anything similar before. Carlos's fingers began to enter and exit my pussy frenetically, as if he were fucking me with them.

The sound of the splashing was the only noise filling the room.

—Carlossssss…. I'm comingoooo… ahhh… I loveeeeeee... I loveeeeeeee... I loveeeee...muchoooooo ahhhh...

By now I have to admit, despite not being a virgin anymore, the pussy food my father's best friend gave me was my true sexual awakening.

Until that day, I had always thought sex was overrated. But in that moment he made me feel like sex was much more pleasurable than I ever could have imagined.

Carlos didn't give me a break, kept licking my wet little thing until I was on the verge of coming again.

—Fuck me —, I asked him outside of myself —I need you to put it in. I want to feel you inside —, almost begging him.

He didn't have to repeat himself, he got in front of me and started rubbing the tip of his cock all over my slit.

—Put a condom on —, I asked him

—Do you take the pill? —, he asked me

—I don't, Alex always wears a condom and comes outside —, I explained

—Don't worry, darling. I'll come in your breasts. I have no intention of getting you pregnant, I assure you —, he said just at the moment he put it in with one movement. I shrieked. It was instinctive due to that exquisite and exact mixture between pleasure and pain. I felt a strong piercing sensation in the center of my sex. My pussy wasn't used to a cock like Carlos's. But slowly it began to adapt to its thickness, and I started to enjoy myself. Making me feel like never before, feeling very woman, very women... —Do you like slut? — he insulted me. Being that the first time someone called me that, I would have never imagined that word, especially feeling that way, would excite me so much. From that moment on, the word slut pursued and excited me throughout my life. I sought to tighten the string of my own excitement even more at that moment. —I love Carlos. I like it when you call me slut —, I recognized, being sincere. —I know, darling. I know how you feel. That's why I'm going to fuck you, like a real slut —, he said, pulling out his thick and hard cock from my interior. —Get down on all fours like a slut —, he indicated. I obeyed, getting down on all fours, offering Carlos my rear quarters. But it was a day of new experiences for me, the discoveries about my sexual tastes continued to develop. At that moment, Carlos gave me a strong slap on one of my buttocks. I'm sure that in other moments, that slap would have made me cry. I don't know why, but at that moment I thought of his daughter, Surely the very bastard didn't give Sara such a hard slap in her whole life —Give it to me more —, I asked, already completely out of myself. The slap didn't wait. —You're really into it, eh foxy? —, he said, giving me an even stronger one that left my white buttocks reddened. —Siiiií —, I screamed. —What a piece of ass you have, Promiscuous. Has your boyfriend ever fucked your ass? —, he asked. —No, never. I don't want that. They say it hurts —, I replied. —May I put my finger in your ass? —, he asked in a coarse manner. —No, please Carlos. Don't insist —, I almost begged him But Carlos wasn't willing to listen to me. My asshole was too juicy for a man with so much experience and passion like him.

He pulled out his cock, and at that moment he started eating my ass. I had never heard anything like it before. I would have never imagined someone doing that to me.

I felt a kind of tickling sensation first, then it stopped and I began to feel real pleasure. Noting his tongue there made my anus tense up. A kind of contractions, which can only be explained when you've felt something similar

—Ahhhh…. Ahhhh—

I couldn't help but stay silent.

Then I could feel him spitting directly into my ass, and I could note how his saliva was sliding down.

—You'll see, darling, just do what I tell you. If a little air or anything escapes, don't worry, it's normal. Do you understand what I'm saying, Olivia?

—I think so—

I replied nervously and at the same time more excited.

—Push outwards, you're going to feel my finger touching your sphincter, push like you want to expel it.

I did as he said, took a breath and pressed my sphincter outwards, then I felt Carlos's finger pressing against my anus.

—Now relax the ass, don't push, let it go inside—

Carlos whispered.

My own sphincter practically swallowed up Carlos's finger. He left it still for a while, and little by little, when he noticed my discomfort had ceased, he started moving it. With his other hand, he introduced his cock again into my vagina, and continued to fuck me intensely.

Feeling his cock working my pussy again, while his finger was acclimating my anus, I loved it.

I wanted him to fuck my ass, I wanted to give it to him, be the first man in this world to try it. I wanted to show him that I was a real woman.

—Do you want to fuck my bum?—

I asked him, more like an invitation. Taking advantage of the moment, I turned my head to meet his vicious gaze.

—It's the best gift in the world—

He exaggerated. —Lie down on your back. It will go in. Better that way. It will only hurt if you're nervous, but if you relax, I swear you'll enjoy it - Carlos advised.

Then he opened a drawer on the bedside table and took out a bottle of lubricant. I thought about how many women he must have fucked in that same bed before me. This insane thought, far from making me feel jealous, excited me even more.

He applied lubricant and went back to inserting his finger. Now it was slippery, entering and exiting with great ease.

Do you remember how we did it before? he asked - Well, let's do it again, but this time it will cost a little more. Since I'm going to put my cock in your precious ass.

As always, Carlos was right. I could feel centimeter by centimeter as his cock penetrated my ass. I felt like it was burning me, and I thought my ass was going to burst.

Slowly... please... it hurts... ahh... I complained.

But little by little, Carlos's cock became lodged in the interior of my being. He stayed still, waiting for me to move myself. First, I did it with subtle circular movements. Then, I gained confidence and started moving at a good rhythm until Carlos finally began to fuck me properly from behind. When he had me like that for a while, he told me:

I'm going to take it out and you're going to get back on all fours, he indicated.

But if you take it out, it will hurt when you put it back in, I protested.

Don't worry, it won't hurt anymore, he assured me.

A minute later, he was fucking my ass from behind with all his might. I buried my head in the pillow, stretching out a hand to my pussy. Then I started touching my clitoris with real urgency. My moans didn't take long to come.

Like you like being promiscuous, like you like having your ass fucked, he said without stopping penetrating me.

I love it, I assured him almost on the verge of orgasm.

I've been wanting this piece of ass for a couple of years now. But even in my best dreams, I never imagined you'd be so slutty.

I'm your slut, I didn't know yet why. I said that. --Yes, it's like that. You're my slut, and I'm going to be the first one to come inside your delicious ass. --I'm coming tooooooo--, I announce. Then I could feel his warm semen inside my insides, and I swear, I've never felt anything similar. We stayed both of us lying in bed, hugging for a while, laughing, talking, touching... No doubt I'll always be grateful to Carlos, since he was the man who made me discover how pleasant sex can be when it's with the right man. It's been a long time now since all that, and many years have passed since I've had anything with Carlos. But sometimes, when I go visit my parents at their house, he's there talking to my father. When they see me come in, both of them can't help but share a complicit smile. I swear I never wanted to know what's behind that morbid smile.