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YO… LA MAS PUTA DE TODAS…

PARTE 1





Es así como me llamaban mis amigas, bueno, más que amigas, conocidas envidiosas, porque no toleraban que pudiera vivir mi sexualidad con la misma moral que la vive un hombre, y qué? cual era el problema? Me gustan las vergas, más grandes, mejor, las palabras de quienes me juzgan… pues me las meto en el culo…

Así que les contaré un poco de mi vida, haciendo foco en especial de la forma que teniendo todo, por puta, me quedé sin nada, después ustedes juzgarán…



Mi nombre, Paola, estoy llegando a los treinta, tuve muchos hombres en mi vida, soy muy sexual, y me gusta ser complaciente, digamos que mucho de mi placer pasa por ser sumisa con mi hombre, me excita verlo caliente, y hago cualquier cosa por lograrlo.

Soy alta, de rostro delgado y cabellos castaños a media espalda, de ojos almendra, nariz un poco prominente y labios carnosos, delgada, de bellas piernas, de ir de frente, sin pelos en la lengua, un defecto? mis pechos, casi no tengo tetas, en fin, una virtud? mi cola, tengo cola de esas para filmar una película pornográfica, sin dudas, lo mejor de mi…



A los veinte ya había decidido algo, en la intimidad no llamaría a ningún hombre por su nombre, solo le diría ‘papi’, después de un par de veces de estar con alguien en la cama y llamarlo por otro nombre, es que bueno, una puede equivocarse, cierto? No era lindo estar cogiendo con Juan y en el mejor momento decirle Pedro, así que nada de nombres, ‘papi’ para todos…



A los veinticinco me casaría, Alberto, un niño rico, de padres ricos, con demasiado dinero, era lo que buscaba, pegarme a alguien que me asegurara el futuro, al firmar los papeles, la mitad de lo suyo sería mío, y puede sonar a interesada, si, cierto, porque negarlo.

Sabía desde el principio que estaría con el solo por su dinero, en la cama era bastante mediocre, digamos, entre cero y diez, le pondría un cinco, por más que se esmerara, y en verdad lo hacía, el jamás me cogería como otros que me habían cogido, jamás estaría a mi altura, pero no me quejo, sabía que iba a serle infiel en la primera de cambio, los hombres estaban en mi camino, en mi naturaleza.

Lo mío puede resultar muy frío, muy calculador, cierto, no me preocupa admitirlo, si por una buena chupada podía tener a Alberto bajo control y con eso todo el dinero que tenía, bueno, esa era yo…



Ya le había metido los cuernos un par de veces, él era muy ingenuo para darse cuenta, vivía en una burbuja, en un mundo de príncipes y princesas…



Tiempo atrás empecé a ir al gimnasio, a hacer fitness, a marcar mi cuerpo y sacar más cola, por si me hiciera falta, ja! fui a hacer pesas, un tanto por eso, otro tanto para que los chicos del gym me miren, es que se me hace muy sexi cuando me miran, siento el deseo de los hombres sobre mi cuerpo, y yo me visto para ellos, para que me desvistan con la mirada.



Y de esas primeras clases en máquinas para musculación, agregué clases nocturnas de bailes de zumba.

Roberto Carlos era el profesor, brasileño de origen, argentino por opción, un moreno alto, de casi dos metros, musculoso, piel bronceada, con numerosos tatuajes, de cabellos oscuros y ojos negros como la noche, con ese perfil de macho recio, de esos que dejan bien parado al sexo masculino.

Movía las caderas al compás de la música como pocos, diablos… solía usar musculosas caladas las cuales se pegaban a su cuerpo producto de la transpiración, y pantalones holgados que no impedían adivinar algo demasiado generoso entre sus piernas, algo que era evidente y motivo de comentarios de las chicas.



Y en ese entorno, ese moreno se había transformado en el premio codiciado, quien sería la afortunada en llevárselo a la cama, y ese desafío se me hacía demasiado difícil de evitar, ese era mi juego, el que me gustaba, porque quería que él me eligiera por el resto de todas…

Y sabíamos algo más, Roberto Carlos era casado, padre de familia, y yo estaba dispuesta a ser infiel, pero no sabíamos que opinaba el, porque él hablaba muy bien de su esposa y sus hijos, así que bueno, solo me quedaba averiguarlo…

Es que ese mulato me podía, no podía mirarlo sin deseo, quería que fuera mío a como diera lugar…



Tracé mi plan de seducción, en esta competencia valían todas las armas, y yo no dudaría en usarlas para conseguir el premio, una mujer sabe que cartas jugar, desde las miradas, las palabras, los gestos, y hasta la vestimenta, porque si de puta se trataba, en esos días no había quien me ganara…

Llegaron mis peinados en cola de caballo, mis labios pintados, dejé de lado las largas remeras para pasar a pequeños top de gimnasia, tangas de infarto bajo short blancos de licra, de esos que se transparentan y como dije al principio, solo para resaltar mi culo pornográfico, empezaron roces casuales, palabras inocentes, y poses sugerentes, todo para atrapar al pez…

Pronto conseguiría dos cosas, la atención de Roberto Carlos, ser su alumna preferida con la cual intercambiaba sonrisas cómplices, ser su centro de atención, tener sus ojos clavados en mi cuerpo y además… estar en boca de todas las chicas del gym, me transformé en la puta del lugar, en la típica calienta vergas que andaba detrás del profesor, pero poco me importó…



Y las cosas se hicieron más que evidentes, éramos cómplices, nuestro destino era la cama, las chicas del gym me preguntaban qué tal cogía asumiendo algo que aún no había sucedido, pero que no tardaría en darse...

Una tarde como cualquiera me ayudaba a elongar, se puso tras de mí en un plan acostumbrado, solo que yo busqué intencionalmente pegar mi trasero a su bulto, él tomó la indirecta y empujó hacia adelante, disimuladamente para no levantar sospechas, y yo volví a empujar, ahora refregando un poco, entonces me dijo



No seas puta, dejá de provocarme porque te voy a meter la verga en el culo y después vas a llorar…
Ja! para tanto es? sabes que me muero de ganas? Cuando quieras, donde quieras…


Había algo más que me enloquecía de ese hombre, como dije, el hecho que fuera casado, tenía familia, y yo quería corromperlo y llevarlo a la cama, como sea, como diera lugar…

Viernes, día de gym, ya casi había terminado cuando le dije a Roberto Carlos que estaría sola por la noche, Alberto, mi marido, quien era totalmente ajeno a lo que termino de escribir, tenía una cena de amigos, yo ya lo conocía, y esas cenas duraban hasta altas horas de la madrugada, fui directa, le dije que quería coger y que le metiera alguna excusa a la tonta de su mujer.

El miraba un tanto incrédulo, como adivinando si hablaba en serio o no, así que le dije, que le mandaría un WhatsApp y que si le parecía bien tipo veintitrés podríamos encontrarnos.


And so it was, as soon as my husband left the house with a sweet kiss on my lips, I warned Roberto Carlos and ran to change, already bathed, depilated, and perfumed. I put on a flowery dress, something loose passing my knees, if anything I wanted at that moment was to go unnoticed when leaving, I didn't need to call attention from the old gossip of the neighborhood, but I had a surprise for that mulatto.

I took a taxi to meet him in a secluded spot, arrived, paid, got out, he was already waiting for me, gave me a wink with his car lights and directed himself to my encounter, got in and settled beside him.

You're very beautiful! - he said with a buying smile while kissing my cheek.

This boy sounded somewhat 'slow' to me, we were minutes away from rolling over on a bed and only kissed me on the cheek...

He started driving towards some motel, while I looked at him attentively, he was concentrating on traffic, so I took his right hand with mine and brought it to my thigh, lifted the dress slowly and made him climb up gradually, I wanted him to arrive at the surprise, when he arrived at my depilated vagina, he noticed I wasn't wearing underwear, ripped a smile off me and pushed his hand further between my legs, tried unsuccessfully to insert one or two fingers into the interior of my pubic area, but access was not easy, so he withdrew it and placed it on the neckline of my dress to check that I didn't have a bra...

Those games during the trip managed to get us to the point of caramel arrived at the moment...

The room was large, with tones of blood red combined with pale pink, there were some chocolates strategically placed on the bed, they were my first temptation, while he went to the fridge for a bottle of champagne, we were in silence, I could hear my teeth masticating those pleasures of cocoa, and even the sound of bubbles in freshly served cups, barely moistened my lips, we were there for something else... Incorporated to the side of the bed, I took off my shoes, relaxed my dress and let it fall on the floor, left myself as God brought me into the world before his dazed eyes, he asked me to turn around so he could see my backside, predictable...

Then I turned off the light, with only faint reflections from the streetlights filtering through the thick curtains, giving a total darkness image, I approached him and now if we kiss deeply, felt his agitated breathing, still wearing his clothes and contrasting with my complete nudity, rubbed his cock over his clothes, which was still pointing at the floor, but I could already notice something interesting, he squeezed my buttocks and now, without problems, inserted a couple of fingers into my pussy, very deep, very tasty...

I shuddered in his arms, began to fill me with kisses, those deep kisses, and I to explore the perfection of his muscles, curled up in his masculine body, and felt his cock growing rapidly until it rubbed against my stomach, damn, couldn't resist, got down on my knees at his feet, quickly undressed him to get to his sex, couldn't see clearly but hugged it with one hand and there was still a lot to cover, had an intoxicating aroma, felt it beating between my fingers, only made me wetter and wetter...

I prepared to torture him, peeled off his glans well, kissed his rich testicles, and explored that precious thing from base to tip, slowly, again and again, very slow, too much...

Roberto Carlos was soon starting to shudder, wanted me to eat it all, suck it with enthusiasm, but I only pressed my wet tongue against the head of his cock, leading him to a slow agony, even managed to savor a small watery drop of incipient semen that escaped from the tip of his saber...

He seemed to be in a trance until he lifted me by force, taking control of the situation, threw me onto the bed, finished undressing himself, got down on the floor and buried his head between my legs, held me with the strength of his arms. giving small pinches on my nipples and he paid me back with the same coin, started to rub his tongue on the lips of my sex, in a slow and eternal path that took me to nothing, because I desired him to lick my clitoris but he didn't, just circling it and making me twist in desire.

I was at a disadvantage, abusing his masculine strength to keep me in check and I couldn't do anything, only twisting and moaning, implore

Basta son of slut, suck me, I want all your cock inside!

He pitied me, came over me and put it all the way in, so yummy, so big, so thick, made me vibrate, pulled out a slut gem from me, started moving inside me, kissed him, felt his own moans, piercing me to the bottom, again and again, I wanted to caress my clitoris to reach that orgasm that had it at skin's edge, but he prevented me, again abusing his masculinity, holding my arms so I couldn't touch myself, and took me in every position they can imagine, until I remembered the gym chat and told him directly

And papi? didn't you tell me you were going to break my ass? I suppose you won't leave me with the urge...

The truth... we'd have to do some squats to strengthen those glutes...

Bastard, only lay back on his side with his erect cock looking at the sky, while I lubricated my anus, got down on all fours next to him, lowered slowly and only let it in as far as it could because nothing else fit...

And like he was in one of his classes, flexing over him, standing on the soles of my feet, showing off the curves of my ass, up and down, ten times, and another series, and a third, felt beautiful, and I felt very slut with that beautiful cock in my ass.

Finally, I could masturbate freely, squeezing my clitoris between my fingers, felt coming, what a tasty orgasm with his enormous cock in my butt...

He took the initiative again after I couldn't take it anymore, in a mix of fatigue and pleasure, put a pillow on the bed and I reclined on my back with my mouth facing down so that my tiny ass would be lifted up as if it were necessary I felt it adjust itself to ride me and then put it in again...

The position favored such deep penetration that I let out a scream, a mix of pleasure and pain, and he started giving it to me without haste or pause, breaking me well in the ass, just how I liked it...

He finally took it out and I began to feel his hot semen burning my skin, my buttocks, my back, a stream, another, and another more...

He withdrew and fell exhausted at my right side, we kissed passionately...

There was still time and we caught a good hour or so more, then we bathed and set off on the return journey.

That return trip wasn't what a woman freshly fucked by her lover expects to hear, the stupid one began telling me about his marriage, how much he loved his wife and how it weighed on his conscience for what he had done, and asked me if I didn't feel bad thinking that I had put my lips on his cock just a little while before and would soon be putting them in my husband's mouth, I preferred not to speak, I remained silent, men...

Then he told me that in Brazil he worked as a stripper, I should imagine him with the cock he had and the dance moves he taught us at the gym.

That everything was fine until he met the woman who would be his wife, and obviously the jealousy, the arguments, and the problems began...

It was when an Argentine boy who worked with him in those nightclubs proposed changing the environment, coming to my country and starting a new life, and that's why he ended up teaching at a gym in Argentina.

I told him to let me off a couple of blocks from home, I had a bitter-sweet taste in my mouth after a spectacular roll, it came out with moralistic prejudices, I didn't understand how the game was played...

I arrived home, got into bed and fell asleep.

A little later I felt Alberto arrive silently as usual, I felt The sounds of the key, I felt it pass through the bathroom and come to my side, he hugged me, and half-asleep I remembered what Roberto Carlos had told me in the car about the morality of the topic, so I only gave my husband a deep and eternal kiss on the mouth, feeling like a devil inside, I left with a painted smile on my lips, all before falling asleep again... And this could be the end of the story, but it's just the beginning, someone else would appear in my life... CONTINUARA If you're over 18, you can write to me with the title 'I... THE MOST SLUTTY OF ALL...' at dulces.placeres@live.com