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LA BUENA, LA MALA Y YO
Descubrí a Maira a través de una aplicación de citas, tenía algún tipo de adicción con esas aplicaciones y ciertamente había conocido a otras chicas por el mismo medio, con las cuales había tenido solo roces pasajeros.
En rigor de la verdad fue la misma Maira quien había realizado el primer contacto, atraída por la imagen de mi perfil
Era una foto muy casual que me había tomado un tiempo atrás, me sabía sexi, había ido a desayunar y solo paré de paso en una plaza atraída por las flores de primavera y los cantos de los pájaros, el sol estaba tenue con una brisa fresca que me pegaba en el rostro, la cual me obligaba a usar una rica campera de cuero de media estación. Tenía una pollera clara muy sensual con un pico cavado sobre mi pierna derecha, era una falda ajustada y corta, y al sentarme en uno de los tantos bancos se había subido lo suficiente para que mis ricos muslos se vieran demasiados provocativos.
Mi madre había tomado esa foto, no lo había notado en el momento, pero al verla luego en mi domicilio me pareció muy bonita y hasta provocativa.
Además, tenía una vibra difícil de explicar, las facciones de mi rostro, mis cabellos, parecía desafiante, provocativa y hasta sonó como una foto profesional y producida.
In those first dates Maira didn't seem like a girl of my interest, introverted and ashamed, her profile pictures didn't say much, I only let her know my opinion in writing, I needed more 'power' if I wanted to have a chance, knowing that would indirectly end her proposal.
Maira would surprise me with some photos that would change my way of thinking, maybe an imitation of mine, she was standing on the side of a park, on a bench, exposing her beautiful legs in a dress so short it was almost sinful.
I looked at that picture a lot, she was thin and almost had no bust, lovely little body of a twenty-year-old, as I said, the best part was from the waist down. But it wasn't just about her physical appearance, I like to examine faces in detail, a face can say a lot, too much. I particularly liked her features, a marked complicit smile on her lips and a deep look that told me 'see? this isn't me, but I do it to surprise you'.
And so our first writings began, then our audios, and our first date.
We went to a trendy bowling alley to share some drinks, and we agreed to surprise each other with the same clothes we had known from photos, my little skirt and my leather jacket, and she in that dress that clung to her body so exquisitely.
The first encounter would arrive and on that first glance I would be struck by her height, something I hadn't noticed in the pictures, she was a head taller than me, besides I was wearing high heels and I noticed she had low-heeled shoes.
She would have the same perception, she hadn't imagined I was so tall, but this situation didn't pose any inconvenience for either of us.
We talked about everything a little, those first chats with girls so talkative, she was all sweetness, all delicacy, those girls of noble soul unable to kill a fly, had a very slow voice, very tranquil, and at all times her dimples would appear on the sides of her lips that seemed to me as original as rich. I knew it wouldn't be her first girl and neither would it be mine, I felt good, it was reciprocal, and we gave ourselves an opportunity to get to know each other, she invited me to go to her house, we went to take a micro and in those squares where we walked she took my hand for the first time. Already on the micro there wasn't much people, at that almost midnight hour only those who had to complete their route from one end of the city to the other were fulfilling their obligation, we sat down at the back, side by side, in silence, looked at each other's eyes, laughed and for the first time, without caring about anything, we kissed timidly at first, deeply afterwards. It was very tasty, very pure, very noble and little by little I forgot about the surroundings, the other people and in my world only she was, I got very excited on that trip and when she told me we had to get off, I was already all wet, I only thought about taking her to bed.
We walked quickly, got into the elevator, she pressed the 10th floor and in those seconds alone we kissed with the madness and passion of the first time, I stretched myself enough and she bent down to find our lips and in a romantic movie scene we made a prelude to what would happen in minutes. We got into her one-room apartment, it was small but just a few meters away was her enormous bed, stumbling a bit, improvising a bit, between contained gasps and stolen kisses we arrived at the love nest.
We kissed with passion those kisses of the heart that only women can give, I felt her breathing, her breath, I shipwrecked in her gaze, we went undressing slowly, our hair got tangled and our hands explored for the first time the curves of the lover of the moment. We looked at each other's almost non-existent breasts, laughed complicitly, 'sisters in misfortunes' we said, although I would later learn that she had a true complex about the size of her nipples.
I didn't care, our areolae rubbed against each other very softly, she was all prolixity, all purity, a 'lady' as my mother would have said.
Only I turned over onto her, taking the initiative, almost forcing my sex into her mouth and I went straight to licking hers, her vagina looked natural, full of long pubic hair, I felt her flavor and it was very hot to notice how wet she was.
I felt like she was also eating me out between my legs, I admit, tasting me with her tongue, passing it over the right spot, with the right pressure, with the right rhythm, putting her fingers in my hole, exciting both my clitoris and G-spot at the same time, I twisted in pleasure and only lost control.
I turned back around, face to face, kissing and rolling from side to side, lost in pleasure, I got drunk on her perfume, opened my legs and pushed them between hers, our pubic areas met and we only started rubbing one against the other, her lips, my lips, her clitoris, my clitoris, her flows, my flows, devils, we were two volcanoes about to erupt.
Feeling the friction of a vagina against mine was one of the things that got me hottest and we just kept doing it until our shared orgasms became perfect and we were satisfied.
I reclined face down with my gaze lost in nothingness itself, she had stayed behind and her caresses and kisses filled my bare back until sleep won out.
When I opened my eyes I was almost in the same position, a few meters away, without noticing that I had woken up and she was observing me, Maira was preparing breakfast for two, wrapped in a wide and colorful pajama that was her style, far from being provocative, she seemed like a simple girl.
I knew that I was at the doors of a new relationship and in no time we decided to live under the same roof, like woman and woman. A precious couple's relationship would be born, she was the best girl you could imagine and had stolen my heart, and we shared everything in perfect harmony, because there was no way to bother Maira, it was just impossible.
She worked at a central studio, was a secretary, on central hours, and I, a nurse, did it at a private clinic on rotating hours. We managed as best we could, sometimes our times didn't coincide and we lived a week of torture, sometimes, when they did, we were in love every minute, she was always paying attention to me, too much, more than I was for her.
And life is not always just, sometimes, at the best moment, when everything is fine, when you don't want things to change, the devil puts his foot in and things change.
I came home after a work shift and just to vary, I took an alternative route instead of the one I usually took, it was a bit longer but also a more commercial area. On that walk, looking at random store windows, I stopped to look at a very sexy pollera in a shop, it was on offer, I made some detours and decided to go in.
I got lucky that the girl who served me was around thirty years old, average height, with black hair, long and dark, with a somewhat elongated face, expressive eyes, and very marked lips, thin, by the way, with just proportions, and a sweet perfume.
While she was talking, showing me the pollera, my attention had gone to her right wrist where she wore a pride gay bracelet, and it was so evident that she noticed what I was looking at without saying a word.
I went to try on a few options thinking about the salesgirl, measured myself in one, another, her voice from the other side asked:
Wrist, how's that? Can I help you?
Yes... I'm just not deciding... - I replied quickly - could you give me your opinion? Curtainado, looking at me directly and my reflected image in the mirror, I let her look at me with one of the options, then, on purpose, playing my game, as I took off that skirt to measure myself again, dragging a little bit of my pantsuit along, conveniently undressing some parts of my curves, attracting her gaze
Look doll, with those legs, what you choose will suit you very well
I gave the mirror its first smile and in our gazes felt that strong connection, impossible to explain, impossible to avoid
It wouldn't take long for it to happen, I told her I was in a relationship, I told her about Maira, I told her everything, Oriana was thirty-four, although she appeared younger, she didn't define herself as lesbian like me or Maira, she liked men and women equally, had been with both, frequent visitor to woman-man-woman trios and told me stories so hot they made me reevaluate my present
Maira was so good and innocent that she was unaware of everything, and surely didn't deserve to be unfaithful, but there are things that can't be managed
Oriana would turn out to be a volcano, overwhelming, different, a sexual black hole that devoured everything in its path and I'd get dragged along with her, uninhibited, desinhibida, decided, dominant, perverse and damn seductive
From that first crossing at the clothing store I'd take it to one or another invitation, I'd gone to her house a couple of times, just to get to know her, but she almost raped me and all I said was respect my spaces and times, Maira always stayed present in my thoughts, but Oriana kept saying let's live in the moment without so many detours, I had the idea fixed on presenting some other guy for us to make a trio, but I got tired of telling her that men don't suit me
I knew Oriana was a bad idea, I knew it very well, but it was that mix of intrigue and excitement you can't resist
I went back from the clinic, knowing I had to take the 'such and such' route traditional, I knew I shouldn't go to the place where she worked, I knew I shouldn't stop by to see the window display, I knew I shouldn't enter with any excuse.
A salesgirl attended me when I entered, but I told her I was waiting to speak with the girl with dark hair, Oriana saw me from a distance and was at my side in a few minutes, she brought me a short skirt to make it seem like I was buying something, so she almost dragged me to the farthest changing room and almost pushed me inside.
I knew it was a bit funny, since I hadn't imagined ending up there, she was spying on us from outside, I took off my pants but didn't put on the skirt that I supposedly was going to buy, I just moved my hips and the thong hidden between my buttocks got buried even deeper, it felt sexy, provocative, and even a perverse game where I didn't measure the consequences.
Oriana, like a wild slut, slipped into the small receptacle and stood up almost behind me, so that we both faced the mirror, and our gazes met through it.
What are you doing? Are you crazy? - I scolded her with a hint of contained satisfaction.
Yes! You have me going crazy, doll! - she responded almost in a whisper near my ear.
But it wasn't just that, Oriana didn't waste time and one of her hands was caressing my generous buttocks in a very coarse way, I tried to stop her, but the danger of the moment had me too excited.
Her restless fingers slipped into the forbidden zone, between my legs, between my underwear, I felt her penetrate my pussy and play with my female juices, I pressed my lips because almost a sweet moan escaped from my entrails, her sadistic gaze burned through the mirror, then she said:
Come on, doll, masturbate for me...
It was all too irresistible and I felt my nipples hard under the fabric of my bra, I opened my legs a bit to allow a more direct access. deep and I brought my right hand to my pubis, started doing it, it was precious, I looked at the mirror, gasped, had my cheekbones on boil, was a perverse slut, looked back at her again, she had slid her left hand through the front of her own pants and was also masturbating, both together, in front of the mirror.
I felt myself coming, she noticed and encouraged me
Come on, doll, come! don't stop!
Closed my eyes in the middle of my orgasm, lost track of time and ignore if I could keep my mouth closed or let out a moan, only know that my legs were trembling and it was hard for me to breathe
Oriana hadn't arrived yet, just looked at her again against the mirror, still playing with the folds inside my pussy and suddenly seemed to disarm from behind, leaning her sweaty forehead on my back, she recovered a bit, pulled her fingers out of my sex and started licking them, turned my head to look at her now straight into her eyes, she was still licking the fingers of her right hand, but pulled her left one out where it was and put it in my mouth, deep, felt the acidic taste of her pussy and that lit me up.
I approached and we merged into an endless kiss, her mouth tasted like the juices of my sex, and mine to hers
Oriana was an expert, and just as she had entered, she left, only pretending and saying it out loud
It'll be a few days before new merchandise arrives, you're sure to find your size
We parted with a wicked smile, and I walked the remaining blocks to get home with my heart seeming to explode from my chest.
Despite having worked all night and had a casual morning encounter in a boutique dressing room, I couldn't fall asleep, was alone, Maira would have many hours ahead at work, didn't hold out, wrote Oriana to meet up that night, could adjust my schedule without my wife suspecting, but she politely told me she already had a date with another girl, not to bother her, Although it annoyed me, I proposed to her on Friday, but not even that, this time a date with a guy, and I hated her a little and only put ice on all the fire that still consumed me from within. She wasn't stupid, she played her cards between truths and lies, because I didn't know where she was standing in the whole story. She sent me a photo of herself as compensation so I wouldn't forget her, saying it dated back to some time ago, with a suggestive white hand-knitted top and a blue jean short so buried in the ass that even sounded pornographic, an image that was obviously not meant for going out on the street but to hook unsuspecting men and women, to weave spider webs to catch insects like me
Oriana would start driving me crazy from the first formal date, on that November night, I had asked for the day off at work, but of course Maira would never know. That woman would take me out of my mind, she had fire between her legs, we dined, seduced each other mutually, with sinful glances, I was quite younger than her and maybe that's why she always called me doll
We talked about everything, life, her story, mine, her loves, Maira, dreams, passions, we took hands, arrived at caresses and it all seemed very sweet, too much, but that wasn't Oriana, Oriana was different
She touched on the topic of boys at some point, knew I had never been with any, didn't seem sexy to me, only didn't like it, but she started investigating, if I had never had a good cock inside, how did she know I didn't like it?, seemed not wanting to understand, she was bisexual, I lesbian
She went to her bedroom, took a few minutes, then came back, naked, her body was enviously perfect, but had a harness tied around her hips with a striking toy cock hanging between her legs, it was evident, she didn't consent, only decided
She took my hand and led me to that toy cock for me to caress it, looked at me with a hint of perversity, undressed me, touched me, and when I got to my pussy, she noticed it was flooded, she laughed mischievously and pulled out
Doll, seems like you're enjoying my surprise
Let her just do it, how could I explain that I was wet for her, for her madness, for her imprint, not for that plastic cock. She put me on all fours and entered me, felt her enter completely and ripped out a moan, and another, Oriana was a woman but acted like a man, her movements, words, really were uninhibited, and that role-playing game so natural was what I liked about her, I caressed my clitoris with force until I reached orgasm, although she didn't understand what really excited me
It was my turn to do things my way, she She threw herself back on a large armchair, I knelt between her legs, kissed her deeply in the mouth, filling her with caresses, lowered a bit to stop at her breasts, they were really attractive, with huge dark and pointed nipples that stood up at the mere contact of my saliva, lowered another bit, over her belly, through her navel, then followed the plastic cock and understood she wanted me to suck it, simulating but not being mine, I preferred juicy and fleshy shells so I only slid it along her hips to remove it and reach the gates of paradise. Her pussy was plump, with lips stretched out attractively, it was well-shaved and its warm fluids had soaked the entire area, even seemed to be still dripping, I closed my eyes and immersed myself in that salty sea of pleasure, I had sucked many shells but none like this. After that night, others would come, always with the same tension, Maira was a horned woman, the dreamer, the disinterested one who always worried about me, made sure everything was fine for me, filled my bathtub with warm water for my immersion baths, gave me back massages until I fell asleep, read stories to me at night, shared movies with popcorn in between, prepared breakfast and waited for me with a hot dinner. She would always be in my heart, deep down, she would always be the good one. On the other hand, Oriana, the devil herself, a depraved woman who drove me crazy, an open relationship, didn't mind my history with Maira, she had too many men and women in her life to care about mine, living with her was like being on a rollercoaster, her world could be summed up in one word: sex. She would never love me, nothing about me would ever matter to her, but she was an irresistible magnet, something impossible to explain. She would always be in my hot and perverse sex, she would always be the Bad Oriana was the one who cut me off, she didn't have a heart-to-heart relationship with me and we had nothing in common except for sex, she was quite older and sometimes left it clear that I was a capricious little girl, that I wouldn't conform to anything, and that certainly wasn't worthy of Maira. It had simply ended, she had another life, other girls, other boys and ours didn't give us more, I'd taken enough and the last days we argued more than we intimate-d. Little after I would pack my bags and say goodbye to Maira, she cried a lot, it tore my soul apart, she didn't understand but I couldn't explain it, my heart was full at her side but not even a pussy empty. The present? I'm alone, writing this story, my story, waiting for that complete woman for me, of heart and sex, the one who may be reading these lines... If you liked this story you can write to me with title THE GOOD, THE BAD AND ME at dulces.placeres@live.com
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LA BUENA, LA MALA Y YO
Descubrí a Maira a través de una aplicación de citas, tenía algún tipo de adicción con esas aplicaciones y ciertamente había conocido a otras chicas por el mismo medio, con las cuales había tenido solo roces pasajeros.
En rigor de la verdad fue la misma Maira quien había realizado el primer contacto, atraída por la imagen de mi perfil
Era una foto muy casual que me había tomado un tiempo atrás, me sabía sexi, había ido a desayunar y solo paré de paso en una plaza atraída por las flores de primavera y los cantos de los pájaros, el sol estaba tenue con una brisa fresca que me pegaba en el rostro, la cual me obligaba a usar una rica campera de cuero de media estación. Tenía una pollera clara muy sensual con un pico cavado sobre mi pierna derecha, era una falda ajustada y corta, y al sentarme en uno de los tantos bancos se había subido lo suficiente para que mis ricos muslos se vieran demasiados provocativos.
Mi madre había tomado esa foto, no lo había notado en el momento, pero al verla luego en mi domicilio me pareció muy bonita y hasta provocativa.
Además, tenía una vibra difícil de explicar, las facciones de mi rostro, mis cabellos, parecía desafiante, provocativa y hasta sonó como una foto profesional y producida.
In those first dates Maira didn't seem like a girl of my interest, introverted and ashamed, her profile pictures didn't say much, I only let her know my opinion in writing, I needed more 'power' if I wanted to have a chance, knowing that would indirectly end her proposal. Maira would surprise me with some photos that would change my way of thinking, maybe an imitation of mine, she was standing on the side of a park, on a bench, exposing her beautiful legs in a dress so short it was almost sinful.
I looked at that picture a lot, she was thin and almost had no bust, lovely little body of a twenty-year-old, as I said, the best part was from the waist down. But it wasn't just about her physical appearance, I like to examine faces in detail, a face can say a lot, too much. I particularly liked her features, a marked complicit smile on her lips and a deep look that told me 'see? this isn't me, but I do it to surprise you'.
And so our first writings began, then our audios, and our first date.
We went to a trendy bowling alley to share some drinks, and we agreed to surprise each other with the same clothes we had known from photos, my little skirt and my leather jacket, and she in that dress that clung to her body so exquisitely.
The first encounter would arrive and on that first glance I would be struck by her height, something I hadn't noticed in the pictures, she was a head taller than me, besides I was wearing high heels and I noticed she had low-heeled shoes.
She would have the same perception, she hadn't imagined I was so tall, but this situation didn't pose any inconvenience for either of us.
We talked about everything a little, those first chats with girls so talkative, she was all sweetness, all delicacy, those girls of noble soul unable to kill a fly, had a very slow voice, very tranquil, and at all times her dimples would appear on the sides of her lips that seemed to me as original as rich. I knew it wouldn't be her first girl and neither would it be mine, I felt good, it was reciprocal, and we gave ourselves an opportunity to get to know each other, she invited me to go to her house, we went to take a micro and in those squares where we walked she took my hand for the first time. Already on the micro there wasn't much people, at that almost midnight hour only those who had to complete their route from one end of the city to the other were fulfilling their obligation, we sat down at the back, side by side, in silence, looked at each other's eyes, laughed and for the first time, without caring about anything, we kissed timidly at first, deeply afterwards. It was very tasty, very pure, very noble and little by little I forgot about the surroundings, the other people and in my world only she was, I got very excited on that trip and when she told me we had to get off, I was already all wet, I only thought about taking her to bed.We walked quickly, got into the elevator, she pressed the 10th floor and in those seconds alone we kissed with the madness and passion of the first time, I stretched myself enough and she bent down to find our lips and in a romantic movie scene we made a prelude to what would happen in minutes. We got into her one-room apartment, it was small but just a few meters away was her enormous bed, stumbling a bit, improvising a bit, between contained gasps and stolen kisses we arrived at the love nest.
We kissed with passion those kisses of the heart that only women can give, I felt her breathing, her breath, I shipwrecked in her gaze, we went undressing slowly, our hair got tangled and our hands explored for the first time the curves of the lover of the moment. We looked at each other's almost non-existent breasts, laughed complicitly, 'sisters in misfortunes' we said, although I would later learn that she had a true complex about the size of her nipples.
I didn't care, our areolae rubbed against each other very softly, she was all prolixity, all purity, a 'lady' as my mother would have said.
Only I turned over onto her, taking the initiative, almost forcing my sex into her mouth and I went straight to licking hers, her vagina looked natural, full of long pubic hair, I felt her flavor and it was very hot to notice how wet she was.
I felt like she was also eating me out between my legs, I admit, tasting me with her tongue, passing it over the right spot, with the right pressure, with the right rhythm, putting her fingers in my hole, exciting both my clitoris and G-spot at the same time, I twisted in pleasure and only lost control.
I turned back around, face to face, kissing and rolling from side to side, lost in pleasure, I got drunk on her perfume, opened my legs and pushed them between hers, our pubic areas met and we only started rubbing one against the other, her lips, my lips, her clitoris, my clitoris, her flows, my flows, devils, we were two volcanoes about to erupt.
Feeling the friction of a vagina against mine was one of the things that got me hottest and we just kept doing it until our shared orgasms became perfect and we were satisfied.
I reclined face down with my gaze lost in nothingness itself, she had stayed behind and her caresses and kisses filled my bare back until sleep won out.
When I opened my eyes I was almost in the same position, a few meters away, without noticing that I had woken up and she was observing me, Maira was preparing breakfast for two, wrapped in a wide and colorful pajama that was her style, far from being provocative, she seemed like a simple girl.
I knew that I was at the doors of a new relationship and in no time we decided to live under the same roof, like woman and woman. A precious couple's relationship would be born, she was the best girl you could imagine and had stolen my heart, and we shared everything in perfect harmony, because there was no way to bother Maira, it was just impossible.
She worked at a central studio, was a secretary, on central hours, and I, a nurse, did it at a private clinic on rotating hours. We managed as best we could, sometimes our times didn't coincide and we lived a week of torture, sometimes, when they did, we were in love every minute, she was always paying attention to me, too much, more than I was for her.
And life is not always just, sometimes, at the best moment, when everything is fine, when you don't want things to change, the devil puts his foot in and things change.
I came home after a work shift and just to vary, I took an alternative route instead of the one I usually took, it was a bit longer but also a more commercial area. On that walk, looking at random store windows, I stopped to look at a very sexy pollera in a shop, it was on offer, I made some detours and decided to go in.
I got lucky that the girl who served me was around thirty years old, average height, with black hair, long and dark, with a somewhat elongated face, expressive eyes, and very marked lips, thin, by the way, with just proportions, and a sweet perfume.
While she was talking, showing me the pollera, my attention had gone to her right wrist where she wore a pride gay bracelet, and it was so evident that she noticed what I was looking at without saying a word.
I went to try on a few options thinking about the salesgirl, measured myself in one, another, her voice from the other side asked:
Wrist, how's that? Can I help you?
Yes... I'm just not deciding... - I replied quickly - could you give me your opinion? Curtainado, looking at me directly and my reflected image in the mirror, I let her look at me with one of the options, then, on purpose, playing my game, as I took off that skirt to measure myself again, dragging a little bit of my pantsuit along, conveniently undressing some parts of my curves, attracting her gaze
Look doll, with those legs, what you choose will suit you very well
I gave the mirror its first smile and in our gazes felt that strong connection, impossible to explain, impossible to avoid
It wouldn't take long for it to happen, I told her I was in a relationship, I told her about Maira, I told her everything, Oriana was thirty-four, although she appeared younger, she didn't define herself as lesbian like me or Maira, she liked men and women equally, had been with both, frequent visitor to woman-man-woman trios and told me stories so hot they made me reevaluate my present
Maira was so good and innocent that she was unaware of everything, and surely didn't deserve to be unfaithful, but there are things that can't be managed
Oriana would turn out to be a volcano, overwhelming, different, a sexual black hole that devoured everything in its path and I'd get dragged along with her, uninhibited, desinhibida, decided, dominant, perverse and damn seductive
From that first crossing at the clothing store I'd take it to one or another invitation, I'd gone to her house a couple of times, just to get to know her, but she almost raped me and all I said was respect my spaces and times, Maira always stayed present in my thoughts, but Oriana kept saying let's live in the moment without so many detours, I had the idea fixed on presenting some other guy for us to make a trio, but I got tired of telling her that men don't suit me
I knew Oriana was a bad idea, I knew it very well, but it was that mix of intrigue and excitement you can't resist
I went back from the clinic, knowing I had to take the 'such and such' route traditional, I knew I shouldn't go to the place where she worked, I knew I shouldn't stop by to see the window display, I knew I shouldn't enter with any excuse.
A salesgirl attended me when I entered, but I told her I was waiting to speak with the girl with dark hair, Oriana saw me from a distance and was at my side in a few minutes, she brought me a short skirt to make it seem like I was buying something, so she almost dragged me to the farthest changing room and almost pushed me inside.
I knew it was a bit funny, since I hadn't imagined ending up there, she was spying on us from outside, I took off my pants but didn't put on the skirt that I supposedly was going to buy, I just moved my hips and the thong hidden between my buttocks got buried even deeper, it felt sexy, provocative, and even a perverse game where I didn't measure the consequences.
Oriana, like a wild slut, slipped into the small receptacle and stood up almost behind me, so that we both faced the mirror, and our gazes met through it.
What are you doing? Are you crazy? - I scolded her with a hint of contained satisfaction.
Yes! You have me going crazy, doll! - she responded almost in a whisper near my ear.
But it wasn't just that, Oriana didn't waste time and one of her hands was caressing my generous buttocks in a very coarse way, I tried to stop her, but the danger of the moment had me too excited.
Her restless fingers slipped into the forbidden zone, between my legs, between my underwear, I felt her penetrate my pussy and play with my female juices, I pressed my lips because almost a sweet moan escaped from my entrails, her sadistic gaze burned through the mirror, then she said:
Come on, doll, masturbate for me...
It was all too irresistible and I felt my nipples hard under the fabric of my bra, I opened my legs a bit to allow a more direct access. deep and I brought my right hand to my pubis, started doing it, it was precious, I looked at the mirror, gasped, had my cheekbones on boil, was a perverse slut, looked back at her again, she had slid her left hand through the front of her own pants and was also masturbating, both together, in front of the mirror.
I felt myself coming, she noticed and encouraged me
Come on, doll, come! don't stop!
Closed my eyes in the middle of my orgasm, lost track of time and ignore if I could keep my mouth closed or let out a moan, only know that my legs were trembling and it was hard for me to breathe
Oriana hadn't arrived yet, just looked at her again against the mirror, still playing with the folds inside my pussy and suddenly seemed to disarm from behind, leaning her sweaty forehead on my back, she recovered a bit, pulled her fingers out of my sex and started licking them, turned my head to look at her now straight into her eyes, she was still licking the fingers of her right hand, but pulled her left one out where it was and put it in my mouth, deep, felt the acidic taste of her pussy and that lit me up.
I approached and we merged into an endless kiss, her mouth tasted like the juices of my sex, and mine to hers
Oriana was an expert, and just as she had entered, she left, only pretending and saying it out loud
It'll be a few days before new merchandise arrives, you're sure to find your size
We parted with a wicked smile, and I walked the remaining blocks to get home with my heart seeming to explode from my chest.
Despite having worked all night and had a casual morning encounter in a boutique dressing room, I couldn't fall asleep, was alone, Maira would have many hours ahead at work, didn't hold out, wrote Oriana to meet up that night, could adjust my schedule without my wife suspecting, but she politely told me she already had a date with another girl, not to bother her, Although it annoyed me, I proposed to her on Friday, but not even that, this time a date with a guy, and I hated her a little and only put ice on all the fire that still consumed me from within. She wasn't stupid, she played her cards between truths and lies, because I didn't know where she was standing in the whole story. She sent me a photo of herself as compensation so I wouldn't forget her, saying it dated back to some time ago, with a suggestive white hand-knitted top and a blue jean short so buried in the ass that even sounded pornographic, an image that was obviously not meant for going out on the street but to hook unsuspecting men and women, to weave spider webs to catch insects like me
Oriana would start driving me crazy from the first formal date, on that November night, I had asked for the day off at work, but of course Maira would never know. That woman would take me out of my mind, she had fire between her legs, we dined, seduced each other mutually, with sinful glances, I was quite younger than her and maybe that's why she always called me doll We talked about everything, life, her story, mine, her loves, Maira, dreams, passions, we took hands, arrived at caresses and it all seemed very sweet, too much, but that wasn't Oriana, Oriana was different
She touched on the topic of boys at some point, knew I had never been with any, didn't seem sexy to me, only didn't like it, but she started investigating, if I had never had a good cock inside, how did she know I didn't like it?, seemed not wanting to understand, she was bisexual, I lesbian
She went to her bedroom, took a few minutes, then came back, naked, her body was enviously perfect, but had a harness tied around her hips with a striking toy cock hanging between her legs, it was evident, she didn't consent, only decided
She took my hand and led me to that toy cock for me to caress it, looked at me with a hint of perversity, undressed me, touched me, and when I got to my pussy, she noticed it was flooded, she laughed mischievously and pulled out
Doll, seems like you're enjoying my surprise
Let her just do it, how could I explain that I was wet for her, for her madness, for her imprint, not for that plastic cock. She put me on all fours and entered me, felt her enter completely and ripped out a moan, and another, Oriana was a woman but acted like a man, her movements, words, really were uninhibited, and that role-playing game so natural was what I liked about her, I caressed my clitoris with force until I reached orgasm, although she didn't understand what really excited me
It was my turn to do things my way, she She threw herself back on a large armchair, I knelt between her legs, kissed her deeply in the mouth, filling her with caresses, lowered a bit to stop at her breasts, they were really attractive, with huge dark and pointed nipples that stood up at the mere contact of my saliva, lowered another bit, over her belly, through her navel, then followed the plastic cock and understood she wanted me to suck it, simulating but not being mine, I preferred juicy and fleshy shells so I only slid it along her hips to remove it and reach the gates of paradise. Her pussy was plump, with lips stretched out attractively, it was well-shaved and its warm fluids had soaked the entire area, even seemed to be still dripping, I closed my eyes and immersed myself in that salty sea of pleasure, I had sucked many shells but none like this. After that night, others would come, always with the same tension, Maira was a horned woman, the dreamer, the disinterested one who always worried about me, made sure everything was fine for me, filled my bathtub with warm water for my immersion baths, gave me back massages until I fell asleep, read stories to me at night, shared movies with popcorn in between, prepared breakfast and waited for me with a hot dinner. She would always be in my heart, deep down, she would always be the good one. On the other hand, Oriana, the devil herself, a depraved woman who drove me crazy, an open relationship, didn't mind my history with Maira, she had too many men and women in her life to care about mine, living with her was like being on a rollercoaster, her world could be summed up in one word: sex. She would never love me, nothing about me would ever matter to her, but she was an irresistible magnet, something impossible to explain. She would always be in my hot and perverse sex, she would always be the Bad Oriana was the one who cut me off, she didn't have a heart-to-heart relationship with me and we had nothing in common except for sex, she was quite older and sometimes left it clear that I was a capricious little girl, that I wouldn't conform to anything, and that certainly wasn't worthy of Maira. It had simply ended, she had another life, other girls, other boys and ours didn't give us more, I'd taken enough and the last days we argued more than we intimate-d. Little after I would pack my bags and say goodbye to Maira, she cried a lot, it tore my soul apart, she didn't understand but I couldn't explain it, my heart was full at her side but not even a pussy empty. The present? I'm alone, writing this story, my story, waiting for that complete woman for me, of heart and sex, the one who may be reading these lines... If you liked this story you can write to me with title THE GOOD, THE BAD AND ME at dulces.placeres@live.com
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