When I told Alfonso on Sunday morning that I was having dinner with my old university friends that night, it was completely true. The night went quite calmly, we didn't drink too much. We went to a fancy restaurant in the city center. As usual, what we like to do most in these informal gatherings is definitely laugh at our respective partners. However, before that, we had to catch up.
Ana Isabel was happy with her new job. Eva confessed she was having an affair with a colleague from the institute where she taught and couldn't decide between leaving her husband, leaving her lover, or not leaving either of them. Elena, the prude, looked at her with indignation and then commented on how happy it made her to have the father of her three children.
I always felt a certain rejection towards Santa Elena, as I used to call her. In fact, if we hadn't shared Ana Isabel and Eva's friendship, she and I would never have been friends. Surprisingly, despite her conservative mentality, that time Elena behaved in an agreeable way, and for once didn't come out with her typical moralistic and religious speeches. She frowned every time she heard something that shocked her, but kept a diplomatic silence.
Still, I didn't say anything about my extramarital adventure. Not because of the prude Elena, if not because I didn't want to alarm my friends with my incipient promiscuity. I preferred to keep up appearances and carry the weight of my hypocrisy rather than being rejected by them. They all filled their mouths talking about women's freedom, but one thing was Elena's sentimental struggle between two men, and another was my decision to fuck whoever I wanted. Pretending to an infidelity or romance was exciting, fun, and created a special bond among us. But what would be their reaction if I told them how impetuous the son of my neighbor was when I deflowered him; if I explained that after so many I had made peace and love with Jose, my ex-boyfriend; if I confessed to them that my boss was literally giving me it during overtime hours; if I gave them details of how well the native professor from my children's academy ate... No, I didn't know what their reaction would be, nor did I want to. So I simply hid the truth and confirmed with humility that my marriage with Alfonso was still working despite the ups and downs, that we were a stable, mature, and happy couple. We said our goodbyes around 11 pm. They went on with their lives and I stayed waiting on the avenue in the car I had booked through UBER. A guy who passed by in his sports car offered to take me wherever I wanted. He had something, but surely wasn't up to his vehicle's standards. Despite that, I experienced the thrill of infidelity, the excitement of the forbidden and the certainty of a brutal orgasm. The temptation was almost irresistible once again. Yet, I said no. If I hadn't booked UBER or he had insisted a bit more, that triumphant one would have added another pair of underwear to his collection. A few minutes later, a worthy Mercedes Class C stopped in front of me, whose conductor was probably still paying for it. My private driver was a 25-year-old young man dressed in a cheap but elegant black suit and a green tie matching the UBER logo with his name, Alberto. Wow! - I said to myself, pleasantly surprised by that gentleman's ensemble. The boy, who could have been my son, got out of the car. Alberto was tall, dark-haired and had... Well, he had everything. - Do you want to travel upfront? - he asked kindly. I like going in back because it makes me feel important, but I didn't think I'd let this opportunity slip away from being next to that hunk. - Yes, thank you. Very kind - I replied with gratitude. Alberto opened the door of the copilot and gave my cleavage a fleeting glance. My smile became malicious.
I was wearing a simple but flirtatious dress with straps and sandals that accentuated my legs beautifully. Both pieces combined very chic. Since I knew my friends would be perfectly dressed, I had meticulously applied makeup and styled my hair. In summary, I was adequately prepared to face any eventuality.
Alberto's shave was recent, his skin still shone. He seemed like a good guy, handsome, and smelled better than a new handbag.
I sat down in the passenger seat with my legs crossed and sent a message to my husband letting him know I had arrived. The driver, a young man confident in himself, drove decisively without sudden maneuvers. I assumed the company would evaluate his driving skills before hiring them. Alberto drove smoothly, even giving me time to look at my legs occasionally.
'Are you not an harasser?' I asked to let him know I had noticed his indiscretion.
'No, ma'am. The company strictly prohibits harassing attractive women,' he joked.
I smiled, appreciating the flirtation.
'A very wise rule,' I joked back - 'That kind of woman only brings trouble.'
'That's true,' he said, following my joke - 'Once, a client like you tried to make advances towards me. Who knows what she would have done if I hadn't resisted?'
The seriousness with which he made that unbelievable comment caused me to burst out laughing.
'I wish all the boys of your generation were as sensible,' I said with a touch of coquetry - 'Women our age enjoy being looked at, but you should hide it better.'
'Sincerely, ma'am, it's hard not to look. That dress looks very good on you,' he replied with cunning.
'Men like looking at women, especially those of others. It's a bad habit, but I don't mind if they do,' I added, perfidiously - 'And neither does my husband.'
An unsettling silence followed the allusion to my husband... There had been a disconnect. The car turned a corner and continued down Avenida Rivadavia.
So your husband doesn't mind that they're looking at you, he said finally.
That's right.
As I answered, I remembered how much I used to enjoy going topless on the beach and getting all the men and boys around me hard while my husband pretended not to notice anything. At that moment, the car stopped. The intense red of the traffic light evoked my inner state. Yes, I felt very excited. I was having a better time with this stranger than with my lifelong friends. Then Alberto turned towards me and looked at me with suspicion in his eyes. His gaze ran over me without any pretenses from top to bottom. My breasts, my hips, my legs, all the way down to my toes. Knowing that boy wanted me filled me with pride. I felt exultant.
My sharp feminine intuition told me that I wasn't the only one who was hot inside that luxurious car. However, my young driver would soon dispel any doubt about it.
Ma'am, you're very provocative, he declared.
I have breasts and ass like any woman, what do you want me to do? I argued in my defense.
What do I want? repeated Alberto, not taking his eyes off mine, and then lowered the zipper and pulled out his virility through the opening of his pants. I want you to eat all this.
I covered my mouth, shocked, not because I was afraid of the size of his cock but because of its crudeness and impudence.
Quid pro quo, I said, doubting that the boy knew what he had just been told.
Quid pro quo, smiled Alberto.
The malevolent look in the boy's eyes sent a shiver down my spine. Instead of a Latin phrase, it seemed as though Alberto had uttered a spell with unpredictable consequences. The young man had understood my words and was impatient to slip between my legs. Clearly, that boy wasn't your typical driver, nor was he the typical eighteen-year-old. Without being able to wait another second, I extended my hand and grabbed the boy's cock. The young man was well-endowed, his member had the hardness and size necessary to leave any unsuspecting woman breathless if she tried to swallow it whole. I felt overwhelmed and fortunate at the same time.
—Aaah!
I let out a cry of surprise when the car suddenly accelerated and changed direction. Alberto took advantage of the inertia of the car, which had thrown me towards him, to grab my neck and make me straddle his lap. The force of his arm made my face press against his member, crossed and rough like a mortar's maul. However, quickly a hand came to straighten and guide that artifact between my lips.
Alberto had let go of the steering wheel, but I was too overwhelmed to scold him. The young and skilled driver had accelerated to the limit in every sense. As I got drunk on his cock, the Mercedes entered an industrial zone very close to my house. I tried to nod rhythmically despite the car's turns and how uncomfortable I was. When it finally stopped, I looked up at him with a serious expression. He was smiling. I slid my tongue slowly along his cock and the scoundrel smiled.
—It can't be easy being married to you — he commented.
—Are you defending my husband? —I asked, surprised, as I moved his sex up and down.
—No —he said— Only that having such an enchanting wife guarantees the envy of all your friends, or worse things.
—Worse things? —I repeated mischievously as I kissed his cock delicately.
—Adultery —he replied.
—Ugh, I believe it! My husband's horns are bigger than your cock, boy —I boasted— And they never stop growing!
Alberto raised his eyebrows in clear admiration.
—And you... Have you screwed many clients? —I asked.
Alberto looked thoughtful.
—Only one, honestly —he admitted somewhat uncomfortably— And, actually,
I didn't screw her, but I've heard some very funny anecdotes. -- Tell! Tell! -- I asked eagerly. -- My friend Ernesto says that one time, a couple of lesbians were so hot and drunk they started going at it in the backseat. -- Did they invite him to join? -- I asked intrigued. -- At first not, but when they really got turned on, they didn't have many inhibitions anymore. -- And what happened? -- I urged eagerly, rubbing him vigorously at the same time. -- Do you want the details? -- Of course! -- I exclaimed. -- So they made him lie down and while one of them sat on his cock, the other did it in his face and made him eat her pussy. -- Ummm -- I moaned with desire for that kind of attention -- I'm sure everyone envies your friend every time he tells that story. -- Well... -- Alberto commented reservedly -- Apparently they were so drunk that the one who was sprawled out on top of him ended up peeing in his face. -- When I heard that, I laughed again. The image of that poor guy choking down the impressive pee of the drunk woman made me laugh so hard I felt like I had to pee myself. I didn't take long to start vigorously shaking his member again. I was thrilled with the camaraderie we'd achieved with my young driver. That unusual cocktail of fun and excitement turned out to be extremely intoxicating. -- Tell me another, please! -- I begged -- Tell me about what happened to you, did you screw her or not? -- Neither one nor the other -- Alberto said making himself interesting. -- That can't be. -- You'll see, one day I picked up a client at the station and it turned out to be my English teacher from Secondary school. -- No! -- I exclaimed. This guy was full of surprises. -- I would have loved to screw her, she was so hot. She kept making suggestive eyes at me. However, when my cock got in her mouth there was no way for her to stop. -- There are some who just can't contain themselves -- I reneged. -- Yes, there are many glutton around here - he assuredly looked at me with an accusatory gaze - The curious thing is that, being a professor of English, she would do so well in French.
- It's good to know languages, young man - he continued his joke.
- Do you know many languages? - he asked boldly.
- Enough - I replied without responding, gazing at my young driver with growing desire.
The contrast between the elegance of his suit and his brutal erection was captivating. The impetus and firmness of his cock made me feel more feminine than the dress and shoes I was wearing. The boy's member stood before me, ready to subject me and make me enjoy it brutally. A single word from me would have been enough for the boy to shame me. My mouth was watering, noticing my thong soaked with fluids and even my bum moving restlessly on the seat. However, despite my caresses over his sex, Alberto remained impassive.
- Stop! - I ordered.
As soon as the Mercedes stopped, I pulled up my dress and, lifting my rear end, quickly took off my thong and threw it onto the dashboard.
My sex was extremely excited, and joining my index and middle fingers, I began to attend to it without further delay. I have always felt self-conscious about the size of my vulva's lips. If they are large in their natural state, at that moment my sex seemed like the gateway to glory. I had no hesitation in showing Alberto my embarrassing state so he could understand how needy I was.
I shuddered imagining him sinking his member between my legs, and suddenly, all my being was pierced by a fantastic orgasm. I squeezed my legs together, trapping my fingers between them, and my mouth emitted a cry of pleasure.
In the midst of delirium, I noticed Alberto taking my hand with which I, in turn, grabbed his cock. On that occasion, it wasn't necessary for him to push my head down, as I arched myself to devour his masculine impetus.
- Be careful with your suit - he warned.
Alberto's body stiffened Like the trunk of an oak and after some moments of quietude, the violent contractions of his member flooded my mouth with sperm. Fearful of soiling the boy's suit, I began to swallow to make room for his boundless fertility.
— Like this, precious! Like this! —Alberto exclaimed as he poured out his nectar.
When everything had passed through my throat, I continued to suck his sex. I was determined that his erection would not subside, my little one wanted a party. Alberto had to close his eyes to endure those unbearable sucks after orgasm.
— Do you want to fuck? —the boy asked, surprised— Your husband will be waiting for you.
I bit my lower lip when I heard him say that and looked at him indecisively for a few seconds, but then my gaze wandered. His cock had not lost any vigor. Alberto came towards me, his mouth devouring mine as he introduced his hand between my thighs. It was unnecessary to confess my desire to feel him inside; it was gushing.
Alberto had stopped the Uber on a dead-end street and, despite my reservations, made me get out of the car.
Agonizing, my cries of pleasure ripped through the night. I was lying on the cold hood of the Mercedes with my young lover's tongue making my frantic clitoris crackle. His temerarious ardor provided me with a perilous heat that threatened to overwhelm me. My little one understood universal language and, in that ancient tongue, Alberto convinced me to have another orgasm.
Then Alberto stopped behaving like a gentleman and started acting like a real stud. He threw me face down on the hood of the car and, determined to resolve all my needs immediately, plunged his cock deep into the question.
With my hands resting on the cold metal surface, I felt his warm member pulsating in the depths of my being. Once he had penetrated me, Alberto remained motionless instead of starting to attack. The young driver was slowly withdrawing his member until it was... near to escaping from my interior, then he ordered: —¡Moan mature! Playful, I started going and coming while the boy remained quiet behind me. At first it was something very strange, I moved forward and backward with caution, serving myself of his member as if it were a consoler. The pleasure was increasing incipiently until a moment arrived that I had to close my eyes to concentrate on the delicious sensations that were flooding my brain. A couple of minutes later I was fully devoted to lust, fucking myself like I had lost my mind. Alberto controlled my thrusts with determination and when I finally reached orgasm and my legs failed me, his arms as a young chauffeur prevented me from ending up at his feet. After that, noticing how his member was escaping, I declared the function concluded. When suddenly... Something, possibly his tongue, started probing between my buttocks. Immediately I sank into a state of shock. I wasn't any silly little girl, so I knew all too well what were the dark intentions of that scoundrel. Said and done. When Alberto's tongue withdrew, another object, possibly a finger, came to evaluate the tension of my sphincter. It pierced it with such little effort that soon it tried with two. Obviously, my docility was due to the frequency with which I was sodomized by the bastard of my boss. Róber, that's what he was called, was far from the most attractive and dominant man I had known. Besides, I couldn't afford to stay without work at my age and with my children about to start university studies, so I had gone accepting conditions increasingly abusive until one day I found myself on all fours in his office. At the same time that I was being screwed, Alberto tried to dominate the oscillations of my breasts. After several attempts, the boy accepted that this challenge surpassed the capacity of his hands. My tits were large, the successive maternities had not passed in vain. From all forms, I thanked Alberto for pinching my nipples because that was a guarantee of another tremendous orgasm.
Alberto possessed my anus with such fervor that not even the parched throat from so much panting could stop him. After he had come once, the young man enjoyed physical resistance and supernatural endurance.
Just when his passion started to take its toll on me, a sudden thrust detonated the spark that triggered my orgasm.
It goes without saying that my cries and convulsions didn't go unnoticed by my lover. Despite everything, he continued to keep his member lodged in my ass for a good while before I realized what was happening. He had also come.
Later, inside the car, when Alberto saw me grab my thong from the dashboard, he asked me to give it to him. After thinking about it for a few seconds, I told him I'd give it to him on condition that he wear it hanging from the rearview mirror for the rest of the night.
After one last kiss, I got out of the car and smiled at perceiving the nocturnal freshness between my legs.
Hello? I asked as I entered the house.
As usual, despite my scolding, Alfonso was watching a movie with the volume too loud. I realized that if my husband had looked out the window, he would have caught me entwining my tongue with the Uber driver's.
You're really late, said my husband with a furrowed brow.
I didn't need you to wait up for me, I replied sweetly before kissing him, without worrying at all about the smell of my breath.
Looking into his eyes, Alfonso scrutinized my conscience while I tried to hold back my laughter.
You can smell it on your breath... and so does the bum, he started to say with angry eyes.
Yes, love, and so does the bum too, I said smiling from ear to ear—Look...
I lifted up my skirt for my husband to check if I wasn't lying.
Alfonso called me foxy with all the reason in the world. I understood him; it had been more than a year since an operation left him definitively impotent due to cancer, and I just couldn't stop... Horns. Well, you'd get used to it. --Come on, turn off the TV and come over so I can tell you...
Ana Isabel was happy with her new job. Eva confessed she was having an affair with a colleague from the institute where she taught and couldn't decide between leaving her husband, leaving her lover, or not leaving either of them. Elena, the prude, looked at her with indignation and then commented on how happy it made her to have the father of her three children.
I always felt a certain rejection towards Santa Elena, as I used to call her. In fact, if we hadn't shared Ana Isabel and Eva's friendship, she and I would never have been friends. Surprisingly, despite her conservative mentality, that time Elena behaved in an agreeable way, and for once didn't come out with her typical moralistic and religious speeches. She frowned every time she heard something that shocked her, but kept a diplomatic silence.
Still, I didn't say anything about my extramarital adventure. Not because of the prude Elena, if not because I didn't want to alarm my friends with my incipient promiscuity. I preferred to keep up appearances and carry the weight of my hypocrisy rather than being rejected by them. They all filled their mouths talking about women's freedom, but one thing was Elena's sentimental struggle between two men, and another was my decision to fuck whoever I wanted. Pretending to an infidelity or romance was exciting, fun, and created a special bond among us. But what would be their reaction if I told them how impetuous the son of my neighbor was when I deflowered him; if I explained that after so many I had made peace and love with Jose, my ex-boyfriend; if I confessed to them that my boss was literally giving me it during overtime hours; if I gave them details of how well the native professor from my children's academy ate... No, I didn't know what their reaction would be, nor did I want to. So I simply hid the truth and confirmed with humility that my marriage with Alfonso was still working despite the ups and downs, that we were a stable, mature, and happy couple. We said our goodbyes around 11 pm. They went on with their lives and I stayed waiting on the avenue in the car I had booked through UBER. A guy who passed by in his sports car offered to take me wherever I wanted. He had something, but surely wasn't up to his vehicle's standards. Despite that, I experienced the thrill of infidelity, the excitement of the forbidden and the certainty of a brutal orgasm. The temptation was almost irresistible once again. Yet, I said no. If I hadn't booked UBER or he had insisted a bit more, that triumphant one would have added another pair of underwear to his collection. A few minutes later, a worthy Mercedes Class C stopped in front of me, whose conductor was probably still paying for it. My private driver was a 25-year-old young man dressed in a cheap but elegant black suit and a green tie matching the UBER logo with his name, Alberto. Wow! - I said to myself, pleasantly surprised by that gentleman's ensemble. The boy, who could have been my son, got out of the car. Alberto was tall, dark-haired and had... Well, he had everything. - Do you want to travel upfront? - he asked kindly. I like going in back because it makes me feel important, but I didn't think I'd let this opportunity slip away from being next to that hunk. - Yes, thank you. Very kind - I replied with gratitude. Alberto opened the door of the copilot and gave my cleavage a fleeting glance. My smile became malicious.
I was wearing a simple but flirtatious dress with straps and sandals that accentuated my legs beautifully. Both pieces combined very chic. Since I knew my friends would be perfectly dressed, I had meticulously applied makeup and styled my hair. In summary, I was adequately prepared to face any eventuality.
Alberto's shave was recent, his skin still shone. He seemed like a good guy, handsome, and smelled better than a new handbag.
I sat down in the passenger seat with my legs crossed and sent a message to my husband letting him know I had arrived. The driver, a young man confident in himself, drove decisively without sudden maneuvers. I assumed the company would evaluate his driving skills before hiring them. Alberto drove smoothly, even giving me time to look at my legs occasionally.
'Are you not an harasser?' I asked to let him know I had noticed his indiscretion.
'No, ma'am. The company strictly prohibits harassing attractive women,' he joked.
I smiled, appreciating the flirtation.
'A very wise rule,' I joked back - 'That kind of woman only brings trouble.'
'That's true,' he said, following my joke - 'Once, a client like you tried to make advances towards me. Who knows what she would have done if I hadn't resisted?'
The seriousness with which he made that unbelievable comment caused me to burst out laughing.
'I wish all the boys of your generation were as sensible,' I said with a touch of coquetry - 'Women our age enjoy being looked at, but you should hide it better.'
'Sincerely, ma'am, it's hard not to look. That dress looks very good on you,' he replied with cunning.
'Men like looking at women, especially those of others. It's a bad habit, but I don't mind if they do,' I added, perfidiously - 'And neither does my husband.'
An unsettling silence followed the allusion to my husband... There had been a disconnect. The car turned a corner and continued down Avenida Rivadavia.
So your husband doesn't mind that they're looking at you, he said finally.
That's right.
As I answered, I remembered how much I used to enjoy going topless on the beach and getting all the men and boys around me hard while my husband pretended not to notice anything. At that moment, the car stopped. The intense red of the traffic light evoked my inner state. Yes, I felt very excited. I was having a better time with this stranger than with my lifelong friends. Then Alberto turned towards me and looked at me with suspicion in his eyes. His gaze ran over me without any pretenses from top to bottom. My breasts, my hips, my legs, all the way down to my toes. Knowing that boy wanted me filled me with pride. I felt exultant.
My sharp feminine intuition told me that I wasn't the only one who was hot inside that luxurious car. However, my young driver would soon dispel any doubt about it.
Ma'am, you're very provocative, he declared.
I have breasts and ass like any woman, what do you want me to do? I argued in my defense.
What do I want? repeated Alberto, not taking his eyes off mine, and then lowered the zipper and pulled out his virility through the opening of his pants. I want you to eat all this.
I covered my mouth, shocked, not because I was afraid of the size of his cock but because of its crudeness and impudence.
Quid pro quo, I said, doubting that the boy knew what he had just been told.
Quid pro quo, smiled Alberto.
The malevolent look in the boy's eyes sent a shiver down my spine. Instead of a Latin phrase, it seemed as though Alberto had uttered a spell with unpredictable consequences. The young man had understood my words and was impatient to slip between my legs. Clearly, that boy wasn't your typical driver, nor was he the typical eighteen-year-old. Without being able to wait another second, I extended my hand and grabbed the boy's cock. The young man was well-endowed, his member had the hardness and size necessary to leave any unsuspecting woman breathless if she tried to swallow it whole. I felt overwhelmed and fortunate at the same time.
—Aaah!
I let out a cry of surprise when the car suddenly accelerated and changed direction. Alberto took advantage of the inertia of the car, which had thrown me towards him, to grab my neck and make me straddle his lap. The force of his arm made my face press against his member, crossed and rough like a mortar's maul. However, quickly a hand came to straighten and guide that artifact between my lips.
Alberto had let go of the steering wheel, but I was too overwhelmed to scold him. The young and skilled driver had accelerated to the limit in every sense. As I got drunk on his cock, the Mercedes entered an industrial zone very close to my house. I tried to nod rhythmically despite the car's turns and how uncomfortable I was. When it finally stopped, I looked up at him with a serious expression. He was smiling. I slid my tongue slowly along his cock and the scoundrel smiled.
—It can't be easy being married to you — he commented.
—Are you defending my husband? —I asked, surprised, as I moved his sex up and down.
—No —he said— Only that having such an enchanting wife guarantees the envy of all your friends, or worse things.
—Worse things? —I repeated mischievously as I kissed his cock delicately.
—Adultery —he replied.
—Ugh, I believe it! My husband's horns are bigger than your cock, boy —I boasted— And they never stop growing!
Alberto raised his eyebrows in clear admiration.
—And you... Have you screwed many clients? —I asked.
Alberto looked thoughtful.
—Only one, honestly —he admitted somewhat uncomfortably— And, actually,
I didn't screw her, but I've heard some very funny anecdotes. -- Tell! Tell! -- I asked eagerly. -- My friend Ernesto says that one time, a couple of lesbians were so hot and drunk they started going at it in the backseat. -- Did they invite him to join? -- I asked intrigued. -- At first not, but when they really got turned on, they didn't have many inhibitions anymore. -- And what happened? -- I urged eagerly, rubbing him vigorously at the same time. -- Do you want the details? -- Of course! -- I exclaimed. -- So they made him lie down and while one of them sat on his cock, the other did it in his face and made him eat her pussy. -- Ummm -- I moaned with desire for that kind of attention -- I'm sure everyone envies your friend every time he tells that story. -- Well... -- Alberto commented reservedly -- Apparently they were so drunk that the one who was sprawled out on top of him ended up peeing in his face. -- When I heard that, I laughed again. The image of that poor guy choking down the impressive pee of the drunk woman made me laugh so hard I felt like I had to pee myself. I didn't take long to start vigorously shaking his member again. I was thrilled with the camaraderie we'd achieved with my young driver. That unusual cocktail of fun and excitement turned out to be extremely intoxicating. -- Tell me another, please! -- I begged -- Tell me about what happened to you, did you screw her or not? -- Neither one nor the other -- Alberto said making himself interesting. -- That can't be. -- You'll see, one day I picked up a client at the station and it turned out to be my English teacher from Secondary school. -- No! -- I exclaimed. This guy was full of surprises. -- I would have loved to screw her, she was so hot. She kept making suggestive eyes at me. However, when my cock got in her mouth there was no way for her to stop. -- There are some who just can't contain themselves -- I reneged. -- Yes, there are many glutton around here - he assuredly looked at me with an accusatory gaze - The curious thing is that, being a professor of English, she would do so well in French.
- It's good to know languages, young man - he continued his joke.
- Do you know many languages? - he asked boldly.
- Enough - I replied without responding, gazing at my young driver with growing desire.
The contrast between the elegance of his suit and his brutal erection was captivating. The impetus and firmness of his cock made me feel more feminine than the dress and shoes I was wearing. The boy's member stood before me, ready to subject me and make me enjoy it brutally. A single word from me would have been enough for the boy to shame me. My mouth was watering, noticing my thong soaked with fluids and even my bum moving restlessly on the seat. However, despite my caresses over his sex, Alberto remained impassive.
- Stop! - I ordered.
As soon as the Mercedes stopped, I pulled up my dress and, lifting my rear end, quickly took off my thong and threw it onto the dashboard.
My sex was extremely excited, and joining my index and middle fingers, I began to attend to it without further delay. I have always felt self-conscious about the size of my vulva's lips. If they are large in their natural state, at that moment my sex seemed like the gateway to glory. I had no hesitation in showing Alberto my embarrassing state so he could understand how needy I was.
I shuddered imagining him sinking his member between my legs, and suddenly, all my being was pierced by a fantastic orgasm. I squeezed my legs together, trapping my fingers between them, and my mouth emitted a cry of pleasure.
In the midst of delirium, I noticed Alberto taking my hand with which I, in turn, grabbed his cock. On that occasion, it wasn't necessary for him to push my head down, as I arched myself to devour his masculine impetus.
- Be careful with your suit - he warned.
Alberto's body stiffened Like the trunk of an oak and after some moments of quietude, the violent contractions of his member flooded my mouth with sperm. Fearful of soiling the boy's suit, I began to swallow to make room for his boundless fertility.
— Like this, precious! Like this! —Alberto exclaimed as he poured out his nectar.
When everything had passed through my throat, I continued to suck his sex. I was determined that his erection would not subside, my little one wanted a party. Alberto had to close his eyes to endure those unbearable sucks after orgasm.
— Do you want to fuck? —the boy asked, surprised— Your husband will be waiting for you.
I bit my lower lip when I heard him say that and looked at him indecisively for a few seconds, but then my gaze wandered. His cock had not lost any vigor. Alberto came towards me, his mouth devouring mine as he introduced his hand between my thighs. It was unnecessary to confess my desire to feel him inside; it was gushing.
Alberto had stopped the Uber on a dead-end street and, despite my reservations, made me get out of the car.
Agonizing, my cries of pleasure ripped through the night. I was lying on the cold hood of the Mercedes with my young lover's tongue making my frantic clitoris crackle. His temerarious ardor provided me with a perilous heat that threatened to overwhelm me. My little one understood universal language and, in that ancient tongue, Alberto convinced me to have another orgasm.
Then Alberto stopped behaving like a gentleman and started acting like a real stud. He threw me face down on the hood of the car and, determined to resolve all my needs immediately, plunged his cock deep into the question.
With my hands resting on the cold metal surface, I felt his warm member pulsating in the depths of my being. Once he had penetrated me, Alberto remained motionless instead of starting to attack. The young driver was slowly withdrawing his member until it was... near to escaping from my interior, then he ordered: —¡Moan mature! Playful, I started going and coming while the boy remained quiet behind me. At first it was something very strange, I moved forward and backward with caution, serving myself of his member as if it were a consoler. The pleasure was increasing incipiently until a moment arrived that I had to close my eyes to concentrate on the delicious sensations that were flooding my brain. A couple of minutes later I was fully devoted to lust, fucking myself like I had lost my mind. Alberto controlled my thrusts with determination and when I finally reached orgasm and my legs failed me, his arms as a young chauffeur prevented me from ending up at his feet. After that, noticing how his member was escaping, I declared the function concluded. When suddenly... Something, possibly his tongue, started probing between my buttocks. Immediately I sank into a state of shock. I wasn't any silly little girl, so I knew all too well what were the dark intentions of that scoundrel. Said and done. When Alberto's tongue withdrew, another object, possibly a finger, came to evaluate the tension of my sphincter. It pierced it with such little effort that soon it tried with two. Obviously, my docility was due to the frequency with which I was sodomized by the bastard of my boss. Róber, that's what he was called, was far from the most attractive and dominant man I had known. Besides, I couldn't afford to stay without work at my age and with my children about to start university studies, so I had gone accepting conditions increasingly abusive until one day I found myself on all fours in his office. At the same time that I was being screwed, Alberto tried to dominate the oscillations of my breasts. After several attempts, the boy accepted that this challenge surpassed the capacity of his hands. My tits were large, the successive maternities had not passed in vain. From all forms, I thanked Alberto for pinching my nipples because that was a guarantee of another tremendous orgasm.
Alberto possessed my anus with such fervor that not even the parched throat from so much panting could stop him. After he had come once, the young man enjoyed physical resistance and supernatural endurance.
Just when his passion started to take its toll on me, a sudden thrust detonated the spark that triggered my orgasm.
It goes without saying that my cries and convulsions didn't go unnoticed by my lover. Despite everything, he continued to keep his member lodged in my ass for a good while before I realized what was happening. He had also come.
Later, inside the car, when Alberto saw me grab my thong from the dashboard, he asked me to give it to him. After thinking about it for a few seconds, I told him I'd give it to him on condition that he wear it hanging from the rearview mirror for the rest of the night.
After one last kiss, I got out of the car and smiled at perceiving the nocturnal freshness between my legs.
Hello? I asked as I entered the house.
As usual, despite my scolding, Alfonso was watching a movie with the volume too loud. I realized that if my husband had looked out the window, he would have caught me entwining my tongue with the Uber driver's.
You're really late, said my husband with a furrowed brow.
I didn't need you to wait up for me, I replied sweetly before kissing him, without worrying at all about the smell of my breath.
Looking into his eyes, Alfonso scrutinized my conscience while I tried to hold back my laughter.
You can smell it on your breath... and so does the bum, he started to say with angry eyes.
Yes, love, and so does the bum too, I said smiling from ear to ear—Look...
I lifted up my skirt for my husband to check if I wasn't lying.
Alfonso called me foxy with all the reason in the world. I understood him; it had been more than a year since an operation left him definitively impotent due to cancer, and I just couldn't stop... Horns. Well, you'd get used to it. --Come on, turn off the TV and come over so I can tell you...
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