I call myself Isabel, I am from Madrid and also live in Madrid. Married, 35 years old and a director of an import company dedicated to the importation. Everything happened a few days before Christmas, at the party that the company organizes every year where I work. That day after finishing work, we have a toast, or rather a cocktail, and all my colleagues and I forget for a day the daily stress of the office and the usual quarrels between each other to laugh and drink while greeting our colleagues and chatting with our bosses, whom, by the way, we cursed just before. The truth is that that day is very special because we go from being work colleagues to being like a family. Too bad it's only that one day. The cocktail was organized on the ground floor of the office building where the warehouse and delivery staff are located. Once the working day ended, the staff headed for the elevators and with jokes and laughter we made our way to the place we were summoned by high management. I remember that in the elevator, several colleagues and I got off; Rita, Carlos, Nadine, Fran, Ana, etc. In particular, I wasn't feeling like it, since it always ended up the same way - we'd drink a few cups and end up at a disco until late at night, which motivated a hangover of champion proportions and my husband making questions as always, since he's very jealous. This time I wasn't in the mood to follow the party with my colleagues and would only take a few cups before catching the subway. We arrived at the basement hall and the truth is that there was everything - both for drinking and eating - and it was all being served by four hired waiters and a musical background. One of the waiters served me an exquisite cocktail as soon as we arrived, which I only knew contained something of vodka. I drank and chatted for a couple of hours, and to be exact, I got drunk and lost track of time without even noticing it. Carlos, my well-padded office companion was standing next to me and I think he had drunk as much as I did, because he wouldn't stop talking very close to my ear, and I kept noticing his warm breath on my cheek more than once. Carlos was a boy of barely 22 years old, somewhat reckless. In fact, his conversation was mostly between him and me, since I realized he hardly participated in the conversation of the large group we were with. I felt euphoric, I must admit, to the point where I started feeling wonderfully well with his presence. At one point, he began to raise the tone of the conversation, and he was only talking about my beautiful skirt, my prominent breasts. I laughed and followed along, since I wasn't bothered by his conversation, as it was fitting for the moment and the drinks. Carlos kept getting closer and closer to my cheek to flirt with me and seduce me, although my laughter seemed to slow him down a bit. At one point in the conversation, he whispered in my ear: You completely drive me crazy, I'm totally excited, Isabel. -Yeah, yeah, you'll say that to all of them- I said while laughing out loud. He got even closer to my ear and nibbled on my earlobe. -Do you think so?- He said. I felt like he was serious and didn't respond. Now his sweaty body smelling of alcohol was completely stuck to mine. It was already 7 pm and we had been at the party for more than two hours. After a while, some people started saying their goodbyes while others organized to meet up at the disco like they did every year. Finally, I also worked up the courage and joined the group going to the disco. I decided to call my husband to tell him I was going to the disco with the rest of our office colleagues, so I went back up to the fourth floor, where my office was located, to grab my purse and make a quick phone call from there, plus I really needed to use the bathroom urgently, since the effects of the alcohol were already noticeable. I managed to give Carlos an excuse and headed for the elevator to go up to the fourth floor. Breathe in a celestial tranquility, the noise from the ground floor was horrible. I opened the office door and walked to my desk phone to call Raul, my husband. I dialed his mobile number and waited for him to answer, so I decided to make another visit to the ladies' room first. Since no one was there, I closed the door, turned around, and lowered my pants, not surprised that they were wet since Carlos had excited me, I confess. I was absorbed in thought when a sudden shock made me shudder with fright, Carlos was standing at the office entrance staring at me fixedly. To be honest, I thought about closing the door but didn't do it, let him keep looking, it excited me. Once finished, I got up slowly without taking my eyes off him and slowly put on my pants. Carlos was almost drooling, his hair disheveled and his tie undone. He looked at me with a lustful attitude and that excited me even more. I went back to my desk phone and dialed Raul's number, still not taking my eyes off him. He continued to stand in the doorway staring at me persistently. As I dialed, I sat down at the table with my legs slightly open, wanting to provoke him. On the other end of the phone, you could hear the call tones. Carlos began to approach me with a certain air of predator. I felt extremely excited. -Hello?-' Raul answered on the other end. 'Raul, it's me, honey, I'm calling to tell you that I'm still at the company party, maybe I'll get inspired and go with the girls to the disco. Maybe I'll be a bit late.' I said. Meanwhile, Carlos had reached me and was kissing my neck. His hand was stuck to my thigh and already tracing the path of my sex. 'Alright Isa, but be careful, you know how much it worries me that you're alone until late at night,' Raul said resignedly. I barely heard him because Raul had forced me with his hand to open up more legs and fingers were trying to slip out of the underwear. -Don't worry, sky, the girls will accompany me as usual.- I replied with great difficulty, trying not to notice, since Carlos had put one of his fingers in my sex making me give a spasm of excitement. -Okay Isa, a kiss.- Raúl said just in time when Carlos ripped off my underwear by force, actually leaving them unusable. -A kiss Raúl, don't wait up and have something to eat before going to bed.- I said as I could, since Carlos had literally put his head between my legs until I had to open them completely so he could introduce his tongue into my sex, just as he had been trying for a few seconds. I had to hang up the phone because I could barely resist Carlos's tongue attacks on my wet sex. He was playing with his tongue like a true expert. I tilted my head back while holding onto his hair, feeling an electrifying tingle that ran through my entire body, gasping and gasping as he played with his voracious tongue. After separating, he kissed me on the mouth, filling mine with his saliva and juices, his tongue was a true expert in amatory arts. While kissing him, his right hand violently unbuttoned my blouse and left my bra exposed for an instant before putting his hand between my breasts and equally violently pulling out my tits from the bra. I tried to untie his tie also by force and after succeeding, I dedicated myself fully to taking off his shirt. I should indicate that Carlos had a gym body. Without separating our mouths, I managed to take off his shirt and after a brief instant in which he fondled my tits, I stopped kissing him to try to unbutton his pants. I climbed onto the desk and without excessive effort, I undid the main button of his pants and unzipped his fly, then lowered his pants slightly, which by the way was not wearing underwear. and I pulled out his enormous member. I couldn't help but throw myself at it and after grabbing it firmly, I took it to my mouth. It was immense pleasure swallowing that fleshy stake, giving me a certain air of submission that excited me. I played with it, licked it, swallowed it, spat it out, gobbled it up. Carlos was completely ecstatic. He inclined his head back and let himself be done. Now it was I who dominated, who had the scepter of power in my hands. We stayed like that for a while until he almost came in my mouth, I needed to have that apparatus inside me, I wasn't going to waste an opportunity like this due to my gluttonous insensitivity, so I stopped and positioned myself to let Carlos penetrate me on all fours over my desk. He clearly understood the message and placed himself behind me, but unfortunately the table was too high for him to reach, so he grabbed my hair with force and dragged me to a small table located next to the door of the balcony that was in my office. Carlos opened the curtains wide so they could see us from the building opposite, I suppose, and went back behind me, exploring the area, forcing me to stay quiet with my ass up while he examined my rear. -How many have you had up the arse?- He asked lasciviously. -What do you think?- I replied quite offended. -I think no one- He yelled. The offense was greater than the excitement, so I got up and after grabbing my purse, I headed towards the elevator without a word. He remained stunned, perhaps surprised by my reaction, but couldn't tolerate an interrogation in the middle of sexual activity. If he wanted to screw me, let him do it, but the nonsense didn't come at the right time. I confess that when I was getting off in the elevator and fixing myself up a bit, I felt rage, I was enraged with this jerk, who besides being my subordinate at work since he had only been with us for six months. When I arrived back in the bustling lounge, it was noticeable ya some absences, Rita, my office colleague was waiting for me. -Where had you gotten yourself into, aunt? She let out like she was in a hurry. -I had to go to the bathroom.- I replied with an effort not to show my anger. -Let's take a taxi to get to Tropical Disco.- She said while grabbing my hand to speed up our pace. -Okay, okay!- I said trying to follow her. It was already after nine at night. We arrived at the disco in about half an hour and on the way there I hinted to Rita about my escapade with Carlos, she was quite surprised but couldn't hold back her laughter at my failed adventure, although she tried to cheer me up during the whole trip. Rita and I were, besides being intimate friends, confidantes. It was a friendship of over fifteen years. We entered the disco area passing through a crowd that was pushing against the doors of the club. It was a very successful disco and you could always maintain anonymity since you rarely saw familiar faces there. We spent a few hours dancing and drinking, we met two guys who were trying to pick up girls and we had a good chat with them for a while. I lost track of time, honestly, it must have been around one in the morning when our friends proposed going to a bar to grab some drinks, away from the noise. Rita and I looked at each other and with a simultaneous laugh, said why not. They were two pretty strong and tall guys, American military men from the airbase. Randolph and Jeremiah were their names, Jeremiah was a well-educated black guy, Randolph had blue eyes. They wore punk-style leather jackets and bracelets filled with metal studs. We took a taxi and during the ride Randy, (that's what Randolf wanted us to call him) slid his hand under my skirt and when he noticed I wasn't wearing anything underneath, he stopped for a moment, I barely had the strength to tell him no since I was quite drunk. I screwed with force my sex during the hour-long trip that lasted. I didn't really feel like it because of this military man's brusqueness, but the young guy insisted throughout the whole journey. Given my state, he was sticking his fingers with total impunity into my coveted cavity. A little while later we arrived at the bar mentioned by our private friends, which to be honest was a bit strange, perhaps due to the hour. We entered and saw about four or five couples at the bar and two middle-aged men at a long table with many chairs. I was truly drunk and barely could maintain my balance. As soon as we arrived, I had to go straight to the bathroom to vomit, I stayed for about 15 minutes and although I came out a bit calmer, I was still euphoric from the effects of the alcohol. Rita worried about me and after calming her down, I joined the party again. I went back to drinking and kissing my American brute, the poor guy didn't know where to put his hand. The strange thing is that people seemed like they weren't there at all, I had no shame whatsoever. Randy was kissing and handling me without me offering much resistance, I tried to hold on a bit but couldn't, the American was quite strong, he grabbed my waist and threw me onto the table while holding onto my wrists with force, then he pounced on top of me with violence, still kissing me. For the first time that night, I started to feel scared. The resistance motivated Randy to get more serious and after giving an order to the bar staff, which I deduced they already knew each other, they closed the doors. Randy grabbed me again by the waist and this time threw me face down onto the table, I guessed what was going to happen so I didn't resist much. The American unbuttoned my skirt and positioned himself. It shouldn't have cost him much since with a solemn blow he plunged his virile member into my entrails. This military man's strength was brutal because I had to grab the table not to... scratch on the belly with the edge of the table. I don't deny that although I didn't like the beginning, given its brutality, this boy was screwing me with a fairy tale passion. The bar's attendees began to gather around us, including some women. Randy galloped and galloped in my depths as if it were a sexy girl. Rita grabbed my hands, perhaps unconscious of my initial resistance, participating with loud laughter at the profanation of my cavities. Meanwhile, Jeremiah, the black one, had positioned himself behind Randy and after bending down under his belt was holding my ankles tightly with his hands and completely open legs. This way he facilitated the thrusts of his companion. The scene must have been quite exciting for the bar's customers since some began to get their hands on their partner, trying to copy the man who was screwing me so firmly. I had already gotten used to the pushes from my brutal companion attached behind me, as it entered with total ease, my sex was dripping before the interminable thrusts of my contumacious violator. Now he had me by the hair, which forced me to arch my back. In this position, it would seem that I felt the impalings in my lower belly from the American brute. I was truly ecstatic with pleasure, feeling my own fluids running down the inner face of my thighs. This boy attached to my sex was making me feel like a woman. I don't remember anything similar in my life and that's what confesses being somewhat promiscuous in this regard. I was imagining my husband watching TV peacefully at home while this animal in heat screwed me from behind, that thought increased, I confess, my excitement. Randy continued to enter and exit my sex, it seemed the very cock didn't get tired, my moans were already inaudible and his bramidos of male dominant were unmistakable. My legs open wide facilitated the profaning of Randy in my sex, at this point practically I didn't need Jeremías' help anymore. I was about to fall, my moans echoed in the room, my eyes were turned upside down and my saliva fell onto the table in sync with Randy's thrusts. The climax of our passion was approaching and while being fucked, I could notice that my nocturnal party companion was about to come. He noticed it too because he suddenly stopped and turned me around to make me kneel, which I did immediately. His enormous member was now right in front of my face and after swallowing it completely, since I intuited that this was what this American buzzard wanted, I played with him as much as I could until I thought Randy would leave a mark of his virility on my mouth, so I waited patiently for the white liquid while he convulsed in the fullness of orgasm. He came like never before, since I'm very reserved when it comes to swallowing a stranger's semen. His sperm invaded my throat completely and I almost vomited it all, since my state wasn't exactly ideal for these things. I took a small break where Rita picked up the activity again. She rushed at Jeremías with kisses and hugs, which motivated them to almost lose their balance. Jeremías overpowered her for a while and then, inexplicably, headed towards me without stopping kissing Rita and grabbing my hand. It was evident that he wanted me to participate in the erotic struggle about to begin too. I bent down and pulled out his erect penis to bring it to my mouth while Rita remained stuck like a leech to the American's mouth. Jeremías had put his hand under my companion's skirt and was working on her for Rita's delight. I had the cock of a black man in my mouth for the first time in my life, and I want to say that this guy did honor to the legends they tell around here I think it measured at least double the size of my husband's. By this point Randy had re-enlisted again and was participating in kisses and caresses with Rita. Jeremiah finished taking off his leather pants and came back over me, making signs for me to get down on the floor. Someone brought a kind of curtain and spread it out on the floor, where I reclined on my back to receive Jeremías' warm body, but this boy got down in front of me and lifting my legs like a sack, put them over his shoulders, placing his enormous and black cock in front of my anus. Although I could barely offer resistance, I let him know I didn't want to be anal, but he ignored my pleas, simply placing his cock at the entrance of my anus and slowly but firmly introducing it into me. I could feel the burning sensation and tremendous pain, although I wasn't yet prepared for being fucked in the ass. He backed off and asked for butter, which they brought immediately. His enormous hands took a dollop of butter and passed it over my anus with very little delicacy, as if he was in a hurry. He also put some fingers in my anus to lubricate my sphincters in the same way. When he finished, he removed the jar and got back into position. Again he grabbed my legs and passed them over his shoulders, placed his enormous black cock at the entrance of my anus, and with a certain and violent push, drove it completely into my insides, I let out a howl mixed with pain and pleasure, followed by only staccato gasps at the rhythm of the negro's thrusts. Now I wasn't offering any resistance, as my dilated anus was fully open to this boy's cock. It was a first-row show, since a crowd formed around me for the delight of the local clients. Jeremiah was so deeply embedded in my anus that it made me He slid a few centimeters each time he impaled me with his peculiar force. After a while, he stopped and after disengaging, he got up and helped me to get up to make me put myself on all fours. It was evident that this boy wanted to finish his job in the orthodox way. Once I was on all fours and my legs were open, very open, at his demand, he positioned himself again and penetrated me until the base of his cock. I screamed with pleasure, I admit it, felt his warm cock in the depths of my belly, then began a frenzied rhythm of entering and leaving my ass that barely remember makes me wet even now. It was as if he were putting his entire arm inside my depths. Oh God! What pleasure! My legs could hardly keep up with the pace of the impalings from the black boy. The continuous orgasms produced by this male provoked a series of interrupted gasps, roars, cries and shrieks. I was making it to the moon. He began to utter curses and roars while holding my hair with force, until I noticed he was going to come inside, and so it happened, he spilled his white and virile seed in my dilated ass. Too bad for Carlos, if he had been there, he would have realized the mistake he made. Jeremías remained for a while uttering insults and cries while coming, although he kept calling me a slut over and over again, I didn't mind. After that, he slowly withdrew his cock until it was completely dry. My ass offered, I imagine, a free show to the faces of some of the ladies present. My companion, although a bit more reserved than me, either due to simple modesty or because she hadn't drunk as much as I, only let herself be fucked by both young men, nothing spectacular, seemed like she wasn't the preferred one, which gives me a little shame to admit that I liked being the distinguished one that night. In short, quite late and with my body battered like it had been in a real battle, we We bid farewell to our peculiar partner and after taking a taxi we head towards the Madrid area where both of us lived, Rita got off before I did, we parted ways as usual but with a mischievous smile on our lips from both of us. The taxi started up again to leave me at my building's entrance. I paid the somnolent driver and gave him three euros in tip plus a slight leg opening so that the man could have a good memory that night, by looking into his eyes I could check that the said conductor managed to catch something of what was under my short skirt. While going up in the elevator I tried to tidy myself up a bit so as not to raise suspicions with my husband. Raúl was sleeping, peacefully sleeping, so I undressed and after giving myself a well-deserved shower, I curled up in bed as best I could to be able to fall asleep, although it took me quite some time to achieve it, not only due to the snores of my innocent husband but also due to the memories of that night's adventure.
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