La puta de Pedro 1

So they call me all popularly, 'Pedro's slut', and to be honest, it doesn't bother me the slightest... I was around ten years old when I met Pedro, he was Bianca's father, one of my friends back then, I have very nice memories, a gentle and kind man who used to give us candies behind Bianca's mom's back and would transform into our secret accomplice. At that time, I was just a kid, and he always treated me like a kid, just like his daughter and all the friends we used to frequent his home. Slowly I grew up, became a young woman, and that little girl's body transformed into a woman's body. When I turned 15, we had a big party, among many friends we invited Bianca and her parents. It was time to dance the waltz, I'll never forget when it was Pedro's turn, it was only for a few minutes but for me it was an eternity, I felt a unique connection with that man, the way he hugged me, the way he looked at me, in that moment I couldn't understand how much I imagined, but a rare electricity ran through my body and I felt like drowning... It was my first time, my first boyfriends, my first disappointments, but for some reason I kept seeing Pedro a little secretly, I couldn't help it. And the guys my age seemed empty, superficial, and even stupid, I couldn't find in any of them what I found in Bianca's father. Our first kiss, our first time, and that time I knew it would be forever... And the forbidden and clandestine love I felt for that man was stronger than anything, because I knew I was fitting into a formed family like a wedge, I was betraying the trust his wife had given me for years, and above all, I knew it would be devastating for Bianca, my friend. But I didn't consider myself the problem, I was part of the problem, because simply one can't choose who to fall in love with... Pedro was a charming guy, still hadn't arrived at twenty when he was already stepping on fifty, although he appeared to be many years younger, with lanky hair and streaked with grey, elegant in his attire, always wearing shirts and pants playing games, rarely seen with jeans or shorts, always classic cuts, a man who cared about his physical appearance, always perfectly shaved and perfumed, with his bronzed skin, it was rare to find something out of place in his appearance. We had fallen in love, I with his experience, he with my youth. Our secret love came to light in the worst way possible, we passed trust... He invited me to his house, since he would be alone that day, everything went well at first, I decided to do something I liked doing, he was sitting at the table, so I slipped between his legs, unbuttoned his belt and pants, and started giving him oral sex in a unique and passionate way... That's what Bianca saw when she suddenly entered the house, we were so absorbed in what we were doing that neither of us heard anything... And it was the beginning of the end, it was my friend's first time to call me 'slut', it was at that moment the worst torment, even more painful and humiliating than the beating his wife gave me when she found out. And there began the ordeal, obviously they divorced and his now ex-wife took care of making his life impossible, harassing him day and night, taking everything from him until he had nothing left, to make him live in hell for the rest of his life, I was the 'unmentionable' woman in that home. On my part, it wasn't much better, my family would never approve of this relationship with that 'old man', even though they never told me to my face, I know many saw me as the 'home wrecker slut'. However, Pedro and I decided to give each other a chance, and we fought side by side against all predictions, we were very happy, making love twice a day and weekends were simply a trip sexual, I was tired of sex, it was an insatiable animal and everything was too perfect. The only thing that didn't make me live in full anxiety was our age difference, because that 'small detail' was undoubtedly a 'big detail', how much time could Pedro maintain the pace? How many years of pleasure would we have to live? Pedro always stroked my hair when I brought up these topics, he just laughed and told me not to worry about tomorrow, to live in the moment and somehow or other he would take care of making me feel like a full woman. Happiness wouldn't last long, beneath that facade of eternal gallantry, my love had some health problems, he smoked and loved good drinks, I never saw him drunk but almost constantly had a glass in his hands. He especially enjoyed long nights with his friends playing cards, they would come to the house because he had the 'honor' of being one of the few women who could put up with those old vices... Pedro got sick, he had to switch from pills for erections to pills for his health, our perfect and wild sex disappeared like water in the desert, and the days of drought came... He was over sixty, his vitality was dwindling little by little, I, at thirty, was a she-wolf in heat, I was in better physical and sexual shape... My husband noticed the situation, he went crazy when he gave me a vibrator with a toy, at first I rejected it somewhat indignantly, felt humiliated by my femininity, but he told me that lately the lack of sex had been making me a person of bad character, irritable, and asked for the opportunity to change things. We started a new game in our intimacy, Pedro would sit in an armchair and ask me to masturbate with that toy, honestly at first I felt a lot of shame, but little by little I found the eroticism in the game... That lasted for a time... Masturbating was tasty, but I needed a man, a good cock of flesh that would satisfy my most primitive instinct, an instinct that Pedro could no longer satisfy… It's here where Ezequiel enters my life… Ezequiel was one of the many companions of Pedro, he was a forty-year-old dark-skinned and handsome man, and it had been a long time since our paths crossed that he would look at me with such a hard and intimidating gaze that made me divert my gaze, made me nervous but also excited at the same time, little by little I felt my heart beating strongly under my chest, I felt my breathing cut off, and I sensed that I would be with him someday, only I didn't think about cheating on my husband, no sir. Pedro wasn't stupid, he knew me too well and saw in my gaze the gaze I had once had with him, that sinful gaze, that hidden gaze, it's more, I can assure you that at that moment he was complicit and even premeditated what would happen in a short time. That afternoon, as usual, I put on a tight top and shorts made of lycra, stockings, sneakers, then the bike, and when Pedro saw me he exclaimed - Wow! Are you going to ride your bike? You're going to cause a traffic accident like that! I just laughed complacently at his flattery, then he said - Will you be late? Ezequiel must be arriving soon to play cards... he always talks well of you, and when you're around, he gets lost in your curves... and good, I win money easily! I told him he was a fool and left to ride down the street, it was all so strange, I couldn't get rid of so many images from my head, Pedro had always said that he would do what was necessary for me to feel like a complete woman, even many times he had tested my reaction by suggesting some encounter with some of his friends from the game, and Ezequiel sincerely was a hard temptation to resist. Maybe it was just my imagination, but I pedaled and pedaled imagining situations and the constant rubbing of the seat on my clitoris only made me uncomfortable and led me to a rare orgasm that I didn't seek, in the middle of the street, I had to stop myself to one side just to sigh, excited... I returned before the planned time with my heart pounding at a thousand, I couldn't resist, when Pedro and Ezequiel were playing cards in an atmosphere thick with smoke, Ezequiel devoured me with his gaze, probably attracted by the excess sweat covering my body and soaking my clothes. He gave me a kiss on the cheek, he smelled so good! I felt uncomfortable, my sex was so wet that I assumed it had passed through the thong I was wearing and reached the lycra pants, I let out a contained sigh... And Pedro was who served me on a silver platter, it was to culminate something we all knew would happen, they simulated a game in which supposedly he didn't have any money, so he bet a blow job from my part if he lost again, both looked at me and since I didn't say yes but also not no, just dealt the cards. I never understood that game, so I just waited silently until Pedro said throwing the cards on the table - Devil! I lost again... A sepulchral silence fell over the place, it seemed time had frozen in that instant, I went over Ezequiel, knelt between his legs, loosened his pants and searched for his cock under my clothes, it was hard like a rock, I felt it pulsing in my hand, God! what a beautiful sensation! The attentive gaze of both men burned my face, I brought my lips to it, started licking it wildly, as if I had been locked up for the last times, that flavor, that aroma! I looked at Ezequiel fixedly in the eyes, he kept challenging me with his gaze, inclining his cock for me to eat and savor it, to feel its glans on my palate, to explore it with my tongue, brought my free hand between my legs, under the short, under the thong, I was soaked, my pussy was a salty sea, and I put three fingers in my hole and started masturbating as I gave oral sex to the Moor. In the room only the sounds of my mouth, agitated breathing, suddenly Ezequiel finally couldn't take my gaze and reclined his head back visibly excited, I felt him coming and that made me move my fingers more and more quickly inside my pussy, friccionating my clitoris, my mouth suddenly filled with cum and that thick liquid only caused me to also come, losing coordination between his spasms and mine, part of semen mixed with saliva escaped from my mouth rolling across my face and reaching my breasts, the fitted shirt I was wearing at the time... The applause from my husband and a new puff of smoke from his cigar brought me back to reality, Ezequiel looked at me with his cock hanging naked to one side, I sat up with some cramps in my legs, felt horrible, with an unassumed slut shame, sweaty, dirty, with the taste of cum... Me excuse, I almost ran out to hide under the shower without even saying goodbye to Ezequiel, however, in the solitude of that bathroom, under the warm water soaking my body, I took the vibrator that my husband had given me and inserted it as deep as I could, letting go of all my contained pleasure... It was already late when we went to bed, we hadn't talked about it but I wouldn't leave with a thorn in my side, Pedro read the news on his phone, then I asked - Did you plan this? The thing from this afternoon? What do you think? - I don't know, tell me... did you lose that game by a lot? He looked at me kindly and said with a smile on his lips - We didn't even play... That day would be the first step in what without imagining would be my new life, I would enter Pedro's circle of friends with an active and sexual role, and without realizing it, the card games would pass to be card games and sex. Suddenly I felt like the trophy for which men disputed, the most precious jewel, I didn't mind making many women cornudas and being the youngest of the bored wives of the turn... I started taking it with One with another to satisfy my female instinct, if Pedro won, he would win money, if Pedro lost, I would pay, that was the deal. That need for sex was fulfilled excessively, I turned into a kind of nymphomaniac who needed more cock each time, and Pedro enjoyed it his way with all this, he had the most beautiful and most slutty women and he was the only owner of that woman, even though he shared her with everyone... I changed my habits little by little, from being almost unnoticed at parties to becoming the center of them, I started dressing more provocatively, started drinking and smoking too... It was very crazy, sometimes someone would catch me in the room and I would scream a bit, just so those outside could hear me... Down below, Pedro's friends started calling me 'Pedro's slut' and while it didn't bother me personally, it bothered me for his sake.