Scheherazade Nude.
It's the third time you've made the same mistake.
That pompous blonde is Clarisa, my boss. I'd like to be able to say she's an unbearable pain (because sometimes she is), but this time it's my fault.
I'm so sorry, me...
Agustina, this is the third time. Not the first or second... the third! How many times did I tell you to check well before booking a suite? The worst part is that this isn't all. How many times have you mixed up the room number when making a reservation? I've lost count. You're very distracted. I regret informing you that if it happens again, I'll be forced to fire you.
I promise I'll be more attentive.
I work as a receptionist at a hotel, and in my defense I must say that practically nobody books the ' suitesThey are very expensive and this is not a luxury hotel, although I must admit that the three of them are very beautiful. Generally, whoever can spend more prefers to go to another establishment. That's why I don't usually review when someone calls to reserve one, it's very rare for that to happen. But... in the two years I've been here, it has happened to me three times that they were all reserved when I promised another guest that he could stay in one of them.
This is your last opportunity, Agustina. One more time and you're out.
I stayed alone behind the reception desk, on the verge of tears, I had a strong urge to run home, lock myself in my room and cry for the rest of the day. I really need this job, living independently at 27 is very hard. Nobody gives you anything and debts accumulate. Yes, maybe sometimes I go overboard with the credit card. My friends always tell me I spend too much on clothes; but... what's the point of working so much if I can't treat myself every now and then?
To calm myself down a bit I went to the bathroom and washed my face. I looked in the mirror and saw that my eyes were glassy, I had to wait a few seconds until they returned to normal, noticed that I was also a little pale. I'm a brunette but the colors of my face seem to have taken vacation. I styled my hair a bit to fix my demacrated appearance. I have black hair and keep it well groomed with care. I don't consider myself beautiful but men usually yell many obscenities at me on the street. This is mainly due to my quite large butt. It gives me a little shame because any moderately tight pants on me seem obscene. At least I can say that my Booty is well formed. However, so it doesn't show as much I use long blouses that cover my Booty a bit. I prefer walking listening to music so I don't have to hear the obscenities they yell at me.
My boss likes my physical appearance a lot, she's always flattering me saying 'That's why I hired you to take care of the reception. People like seeing a nice face when they enter an establishment.My work uniform has a very tight-fitting dress pant and Clarisa won't let me cover my booty, something that makes me feel a little uncomfortable. Sometimes I can feel the guests' eyes glued to my butt.Let them lookHe usually repeats himself while caressing my butt.It's good for business`.`
For good luck the rest of the day developed without incidents and I could go back to my apartment to rest. There I live with my boyfriend since three months ago and it's not cheap living this life, although we both work almost all day.
A week later, problems began. They started with the arrival of a new guest at the hotel, a tall and athletic man, with dark skin and evident African ancestry, no more than thirty-five years old. He spoke Spanish fluently but pronounced it with some difficulty, a typical problem for people who speak English and then learn Spanish.
He approached the counter and told me that he had made a reservation under the name of Arthur Duncan, I immediately remembered that he had called the day before to make that reservation, and I had entered it into the system myself.
—Welcome Mr. Duncan, indeed here is your reservation. We have your room ready, it's number 168, with a single bed. Just as you requested.
I think there's an error, miss. Her voice was deep but friendly. I asked for room number 178, I specifically asked for it because that's the one I usually use when I come on vacation to this country, plus that room has a double bed.
Is the 178 room? I was frozen, it couldn't be, I had messed up again—. Are you sure? In my register, number 168 appears. —I shouldn't have gotten desperate, maybe the room he wanted was still available. I reviewed the register but took a tremendous disappointment when I saw that it was already occupied by a couple who had checked in during the morning shift. If I had noted the registration number on time, that room would belong to Mr.—. I beg your pardon, Mr. Duncan, room 178 is already taken and we no longer have any double-bed rooms available.
—But how can it be? —his face changed from friendly to intrigued in just a few seconds— if I clearly asked for that room, how is it possible that it's not available? I demand to speak with the manager.
Not sir Duncan, please, be considerate. It was just a typo error or maybe I misheard the number. It could have been phone line interference. If you talk to the manager they'll fire me, they already told me so. Let's try to find another solution, please.
I couldn't think of anything –although he was looking serene again– but I'm not an ogre, I don't want to leave her without a job. Let me think about something –he meditated for a few seconds until finally saying:– I wanted that room because I planned to call a courtesan. Do you know what I mean? –I nodded my head–. I could make do with the single bed, I'd only make that change if you cover the expenses of this courtesan.
It seems fair to me, let me compensate for my mistake. I cover the expenses sir —I'd rather lose some money than lose my job.
It's fine... what's your name?
I am called Agustina.
Delighted, Agustina. Call this number and ask them to send a redheaded girl at 9 pm.
Redhead, 9 pm. I promise not to make a mistake this time.
I finally entered room 168 with Mr. Duncan and continued working until my shift ended at 8 pm. I went to the hotel bar from there and called the number on the card from it. A woman who seemed mature answered. I asked if there were still available redheaded girls, and when she said yes, I checked the price and had a panic attack when she told me. It was a fortune, I didn't think it could cost so much for a prostitute. Due to nerves, I hung up without saying goodbye. I found myself in a serious problem.
For the second time that day I had failed Mr. Duncan. He would surely be very angry with me and this time he would definitely betray me. I tried to calm down and think of some solution but none good came to mind. The minutes passed without my realizing it and already it was almost 9 pm, I had to face my problems. I went to Arthur Duncan's room to confess what had happened.
—Hello... Augustina —I remembered my name— thought it was the 'lady-in-waiting'
Just what I'm here to talk about -- I bit my lower lip, there was no turning back --, Excuse me again, Mr. Duncan but I don't have that much money. I can't pay for your girl -- I gazed at the floor.
This changes things, now I'll have to take care of the girl's expenses and stay in a room that isn't the one I asked for. It's fine, don't worry. You can leave.
Excuse me sir. I know it's not fair that you lose because of my mistakes, so I want to propose something to you. Let me be your 'lady in waiting' at no cost.
What, your girl? It's not possible. Not at all. You're very beautiful, I'm not going to argue; but I like experienced women in sex. You don't seem to have much experience. Besides, you'd never be willing to do certain things.
I'd do what was necessary, please let me. And... I'm not a virgin exactly. I know how to do it.
I notice you're very convinced. Do you really want to do this? We'll see how willing you are, come in. —she moved aside letting me pass and I did so, although almost trembling with nerves—. As you'll see the bed is very small, we'll have to figure it out a bit.
That's not a problem, there's enough space —I assured him, I knew what I was talking about because for several months I visited my boyfriend at his house and he had a single bed, that didn't stop us from having relations.
---Do you have a boyfriend, Agustina? ---I startled because it seemed like she was reading my thoughts.
If I have, we've been living together in an apartment for almost three months, and I've been with him for almost a year.
—And yet you would still be willing to do this?
I said yes with my head. It really hurt to have to deceive my boyfriend, but keeping my job was the most important thing at that moment.
I'll tell you that I like submissive women, who do what I ask them to when I ask them to. But don't be afraid, I'm not going to ask for anything outside of the norm, so don't be afraid.
I nodded again with my head, her words were calming me down a little bit. I stayed quiet waiting for her to indicate what I should do.
This is a bit strange. There's a reason why I usually frequent women with experience in the matter, but you're very beautiful and I wouldn't like to waste an opportunity like this.
What's that reason?
I like it when they tell me about their sexual experiences. Sometimes that stimulates me more than sex. Would you be willing to do that?
—Uh... yes, of course. Naturally —I said, blushing.
I must admit that Mr. Duncan is attractive and has a lot of charm. I started feeling more comfortable in his presence.
Without saying another word, he began to undress, first taking off his shirt and I could see well-defined pectorals with little beauty, probably doing a lot of exercise. His skin was shiny which accentuated the outline of his muscles. Then he took off his shoes and immediately after he lowered his pants along with his underwear, I remained stunned with my gaze fixed on his member, it was thick and hung like an elephant's trunk, even though he was in a state of rest, it was already bigger than my boyfriend's.
You can take off your clothes —he said kindly.
I didn't stop looking at his penis as I started taking everything off, I didn't want to delay, it was easier to undress knowing that someone else had already done so. My breasts weren't very large but they were rounded with dark brown nipples, my hip was wide and my pubic area had been shaved several days earlier so some short newly grown hairs could be seen. I only started depilating because my current boyfriend asks me to, before I didn't do it that often, only occasionally. My vaginal lips were robust and made my clitoris stand out slightly outside. I noticed Arthur was studying me with his gaze.
Could you start by lying down on the bed? I hesitated for a few seconds but then obeyed, I lay down on the bed. I'd like to see how you touch yourself.
I was surprised by his request, did he want me to masturbate in front of him? I thought I'd only have to spread my legs and be penetrated. I didn't want to disappoint him, so I didn't refuse. Although I was dying of shame, I slowly ran my fingers over my vagina, he stopped near me, with just a stretch of his arm he could have touched it but instead I focused on touching my body. I massaged my breasts softly and traced my pubic area with my fingers, as often happens to me, not much time passed until I was completely wet, I tend to lubricate a lot, which sometimes pleases men.
—Put your fingers —Arthur asked me, his penis was still hanging in front of my eyes. I obeyed again, introduced a finger into my vagina and moved it inside, supposed that the more it was better, so I put another finger in and stimulated my clitoris using my other hand.
It still seemed hard to believe that I was masturbating in front of a complete stranger, but my body was reacting positively, I could already feel the liquid flowing between my legs and my breathing quickening, although I was trying not to show it.
I want to know her better - and that's what I was already seeing completely naked. She took her thick cock with one hand and started stroking it gently. What could you tell me about your sexual life? Do you practice oral sex? The guy wasn't beating around the bush, just nodded his head in agreement. Tell me about that, who do you do it with?
With my boyfriend, sometimes... if he asks me —I replied in a low voice.
Have you ever done it with someone who wasn't your boyfriend? I want you to tell me without stopping touching me. -I was trying to remember the times I had done it. There weren't few, I don't know why I especially remembered one occasion.
Once I did it to a boy I didn't know —it was true, although back then I was younger and more reckless—. It was in a discotheque. —As I remembered that moment, I would put my fingers in and out of my pussy, seeing myself kneeling among the crowd barely hidden under a staircase sucking this boy off, the music was at full volume and I felt somewhat dazed from the alcohol.
That night I had had too much to drink and the boy had been teasing me all the time, sticking to me while I danced or touching me indiscreetly. At one point he took my hand, put it in his pants and made me touch his penis, from that moment on I couldn't resist him, so I led him up the stairs to the second floor and we hid underneath, as there was always a crowd having fun there because it was the most hidden and dark spot in the place.
While watching Arthur's penis growing I felt more promiscuous, I wanted to tell him about my most erotic experiences.
I was very excited, I admit it. So I got down on my knees, opened his pants and started sucking him off. I don't know how long I kept doing it, all I remember is that at some point he finished inside my mouth.
Tell me more -- insisted Arthur --. What other experience of that type have you had? -- His hand was massaging his penis along it, this one was completely shaved and shone before my eyes.
—With oral sex? Well, once with my boyfriend. Um... with another boyfriend I had before. The one now doesn't know anything about this. So, I was with that guy at a friend of his house... —I was masturbating faster and faster—. Things got a bit spicy, both were flattering me, especially my Booty and my ex started touching me like to show his friend how firm it was, even invited him to touch it. Then they started fingering me between the two of them. They rubbed themselves quite a bit. They passed their hand over here —I slid my fingers along the seam of my vagina—. And tried to put their fingers inside my pants, then my partner at the time took off his pants and asked me to blow him. Just like that... in front of his friend. 'Give me a blow job', he said. 'Show him how well you suck cock and how much you enjoy it'.
Normally I would have refused that request if I hadn't been so excited. Caught up in the heat, I told him to sit down on a couch and I got down on my knees, started sucking her with enthusiasm. Her friend kept looking at us for a bit, but didn't seem surprised, just enjoyed the view, then he sat next to my ex, pulled out his penis and started touching himself. I smiled because I understood perfectly what he was suggesting, didn't make him wait, sucked him off too. It was nice having two cocks for myself, sucked one for a bit, then the other, and also masturbated them, really enjoyed it. I felt special, had seen porn videos of women sucking two cocks at once; but I didn't believe I could be that kind of girl. Do you understand what I'm referring to?
I understand perfectly.
Arthur Duncan moved closer to me, offered his venous and dark member, tilted my head back a little and opened my mouth wide. His penis thrust into my throat. It had a pleasant taste and felt very firm, I passed my tongue over it as if it were an ice cream. I was electrified the whole time. Was I really acting like a prostitute? Technically this is a money exchange. I should have paid him for his slut, but it didn't reach me, so now the slut is me...
Oh my god. I always thought that if someone ever offered me money for sex, I would be offended, say no right away. But... look at me. I'm eating the huge cock of Mr. Duncan and I didn't even hesitate.
At the beginning I had masturbated keeping my legs together, but now with so much excitement, I did it with my legs wide open and sticking my fingers in without hesitation. Saliva was dripping from the corner of my mouth because with such a piece of meat inside, it was impossible for me to retain it. I struggled between decency and lust, never having been with a man while I was still in a relationship, always being faithful... well, except that time with my ex and his friend, which doesn't count, since my boyfriend was present after all, this was the first time I had cheated on my partner and I felt guilty for enjoying it. The pleasure produced by sex often led me to commit crazy things and not measure my actions. I pulled out the penis from my mouth and went back over it with my tongue, especially in the glans area. I lowered a bit and licked his testicles, I liked doing that and these had a good look. They were large black bags with a heavy filling, hanging peacefully and provoked me to touch them. Arthur brought his hand to my vagina and began to introduce his thick fingers.
Did something else happen with your ex-boyfriend and his friend? I wanted to know.
To respond I had to stop breastfeeding her, but that allowed me to enjoy her caresses better. I remembered he had told me he liked it when women did what they were asked and not wanting to disappoint him I decided to tell him the complete story, never before had I told anyone else.
—Something else happened —I continued relating—. I spent a long time sucking both of them, but before they finished, I got up and ended what I took as a simple joke or fun game, but they didn't see it that way. They stopped beside me and started to touch me, being much more insistent than the previous time, passing my fingers over the area of my vagina or trying to put their hands inside my pants, sometimes succeeding and touching my clitoris or booty. I was laughing but tried to make them stop, but with those groping and seeing their erect penises, I was getting turned on. Until I couldn't take it anymore. Like a crazy person, I started taking off my pants and lowered them to my knees, put myself facing away from my ex's friend and guided his cock with one hand until it reached the entrance of my pussy, then pushed back with my hip, it went in very easily since I was very wet. While this guy was having me, I took advantage to keep sucking the available cock —remembering how they were penetrating me made me desire it a lot, that's why I interrupted my story and got on all fours on the bed pointing my ass towards the black man—. Put it in, Mr. Duncan —I begged, opening my buttocks with my hands. He held his cock pointing at me.
—Put her down —he ordered me.
I didn't refuse, just like I had done with my ex's friend, I started backing off as the cock went in, it felt wonderful, it was opening me up wide, but I wanted it deeper inside. I had never felt my pussy so dilated, it seemed like it was going to tear at any moment, but I didn't care, I moved forward and backward making it go in deep. It was impossible for me not to moan when the cock was thrusting into me.
Tell me more—the dark-haired one asked.
—Then they switched places, my ex sat on the couch and I settled over him giving him my back, his friend offered me his cock and I started sucking it. I remember that the kid liked it a lot when I licked his testicles, so much that when I was sucking them I felt a warm liquid falling onto my face, I was finishing up before all the semen came out, then I took the cock in my mouth and it filled with cum. I swallowed it all while moving my hips to feel more of the other penis inside me. —Arthur held me by the waist while pumping slowly—. I was enjoying myself a lot, so much that I wanted to try something I fantasized about during my hot nights. I sucked him off for a bit until he got hard again, then I turned around looking straight at my boyfriend, I rode him and opened my ass with my hands. His friend understood perfectly what I was asking for and I prepared myself for the thrust. I felt immediately as the cock entered my bum, it provoked a sharp pain but I was so hot that I asked for more, he kept pushing like he wanted to split me in two. It seemed like a rabbit in heat giving me short and quick thrusts, it hurt quite a bit but slowly I started to feel it sliding inside me with more smoothness and I began to feel pleasure. Then I prepared myself to enjoy the double penetration. I liked it so much that I screamed like a madwoman in heat, they split me open on both sides and I had a delicious orgasm. To top it off, then my boyfriend wanted to give me some ass too and I couldn't refuse. I knelt down on the floor and there I was at their mercy, first my ex penetrated me and then his friend took over, so the two of them were giving me anal sex by turns, I don't know how much time passed because I let myself be carried away by the enormous pleasure that the anal penetration produced in me, sometimes they finished up inside me, although that didn't stop the other one from keeping going and when they recovered they would go back to it, all of this served for my tiny ass She will be well open and ready.
—It seems you haven't been deprived of anything —said Arthur while I was putting the penis deeper in. He seemed very excited but his breathing had barely changed —tell me Agustina, have you had experience with women? —the question caught me off guard.
—Huh?... no... I didn't have —I replied as my vagina opened up more and more.
It's a shame, I would have liked to hear the story.
The closest experience I've had to lesbianism in my life is my boss's fiddling with me.
Is that so? Do you like being touched?
Yes, and lately he does it more often. It will be because I don't tell him anything.
And what's your part in this?
Mmm... she's caressing my buttocks and sometimes puts her hand under my skirt. She's rubbing my vagina with her fingers, but not too much more.
—And why do you let him? Do you like it when a woman touches you?
I don't dislike it. I think I let him do it because I feel guilty about all the mistakes I made at work. It's my way of making up for it. Oh, Mr. Duncan, why do you like it so much when people tell you sexual anecdotes?
It's what stimulates me the most. —Her accent was strange but pleasant, it caught me with a lot of softness but was very effective—. It's like living several sexual experiences at the same time and I like getting to know the women I sleep with. Plus you narrate them wonderfully. —I felt flattered by his comment although a bit embarrassed for having revealed so many intimate details about my life.
I stretched out on the bed, stayed looking at the ceiling, opened my legs and let that great black snake back into me again.
Probably you've had more experiences like that —said Arthur with his deep voice—. Tell me more.
I looked him straight in the eye, I couldn't refuse, I thought of one of my many experiences or sex experiments, it had to be a very special one, while thinking I started massaging my breasts and pinching my nipples, I couldn't help but moan doing so. I knew immediately what story I should tell him.
This happened some time after the 'adventure' with my ex that I told you about earlier. —The black guy started taking me slower as if to let me talk more comfortably—. One afternoon, I went to a clothing store and although the store was already closed when I arrived, I managed to convince the owner to let me buy something, which was urgent. I needed a new and nice pair of pants to be able to go out dancing with my friends that same night.
The women take a long time to choose clothes, the shopkeeper said seriously. I promise I'll choose something quickly and leave, I assured him. When he finally let me in, he left but closed the store so no more potential customers could enter. The merchant was a man of around 40 years old, slightly gray-haired, but in good physical shape. He had a little sign on his shirt pocket that said Jorge, I supposed that would be his name. He handed me a few ideal pants for informal parties, I almost didn't think about it to not delay, white and had some sparkles, nothing very exaggerated. I asked if I could try them on and he looked at me with a face of few friends but I said that was the only way to leave quickly. Reluctantly, he pointed out where the fitting rooms were.
I had to strain myself to put on my pants, it was much smaller than I thought but I didn't want to leave and tell the guy who wore another one that I would kill him. I even took off my underwear because it bothered me a lot when putting on the tiny pants, after a bit of effort and without underwear, I managed to button it with a button that passed through a loop like a jean button. It didn't look bad but was extremely tight. I wasn't bothered using tight pants, they accentuate my Booty a lot, but this one had exceeded. It marked me all over. My Booty was lifted and pressed inside it, even marking the division of the vagina and that already seemed too bold to me. Immediately I tried to take it off, I should say to the man that he needed another one like it but with a couple of sizes more, but there was a problem. The button didn't move an inch, it was stuck against my stomach and it was impossible to pass it through the loop again. I forced it for a while until the business owner asked if I had any problem, seemed very annoyed. I didn't have any other alternative than telling him what was happening.
I got out of the dressing room and asked him to help me take off my pants, I was dying of shame since my figure was totally exposed, even part of my pubis could be seen because the pants didn't come up very high on my waist. The guy looked at me carefully and didn't say anything, he came closer to me and got down in front of my marked vulva, I feared that the white fabric of the pants would allow him to see what was underneath, I myself could see a darker zone where my public hair was. He grabbed the button with his finger tips and tried to unbutton it, without success. I took a deep breath to push my belly in hoping it would help somehow, he tried to pull down the pants by the sides but it was also useless.
He doesn't want to go out, he said, getting up and scratching his head. We'll have to try something else. As he said this, he placed himself behind me and wrapped his arms around me until he grasped the button, I assumed that was how he could grasp it better and exert more force. His chest pressed against my back, I leaned into him so he wouldn't have to stretch as far with his arms. It seemed like my Booty looked bigger than normal and I tried to keep it away from him, but it was just as useless as unbuttoning the button. My Booty kept rubbing constantly against his bulge.
I realized that while he was trying to remove his pants, he was taking the opportunity to rub against my Booty, although he did it in a slightly disguised way. Sometimes, with the same disguise, he would stretch his fingers a bit too far and brush against my most intimate area. The worst part of all was that I could already feel his member growing, I moved uncomfortably but that only made him cling to me more. He started pulling down his pants with force and thanks to these sudden movements I had the opportunity to touch my pubic area. With the pants so tight, it felt like he was touching me directly. I closed my eyes trying to escape the situation but that made things worse, with my eyes closed I was much more aware of those touches. I could feel his member, already bigger, between my buttocks and seemed to be growing even more. By instinctive reaction I also pulled down the pants and moved my hip from side to side trying to lower it but that rhythmic movement caused the merchant's penis to become fully hard and fit snugly between my buttocks with little resistance.
Suddenly I noticed that my pants were sliding down a little towards the back, not much, just a few centimeters, but since I didn't have underwear my pubic hair remained exposed in part. The man couldn't see it from behind but could feel it when he returned with his fingers to the button, his thumbnails rubbing my black hairs. My Booty was standing and received a couple of thrusts from him directly into my vaginal area, the fabric seemed to be getting inside me when he pressed. I could feel my sex moistening and opening until I let out a moan. As soon as I had that failed act the man passed one of his fingers all along my pussy, I could feel the pressure on my clitoris. The pants' fabric seemed thinner than I thought.
The guy gave another tug on the pants from behind and managed to get it down, exposing half of my booty. This was a problem because now he could press harder against her with fewer obstacles in front. Everything was happening very quickly and I wasn't thinking clearly. I didn't move away from him. I felt one of his fingers touching the area of my clitoris even though he was still trying to unbutton it. My nipples were hardening and rubbing against the fabric of my bra.
With an agile movement, the man managed to get his penis out of his pants, I startled a bit when I felt it directly against the skin of my booty, but had a lump in my throat, couldn't say anything to him. He pushed until his member went between my buttocks and I felt it pressing against the hole of my asshole. He tried to advance a little more as if he were trying to penetrate me, but I calmed down, his penis and my booty were not lubricated, it wouldn't go in easily. He noticed this, then aimed at another side, his penis went downwards getting very tight between my booty and the pants, but his glans stayed where was my wet pussy, I got scared, even felt my vagina opening as if it wanted to let him in. Quickly I moved away from him, but without making a scene, not even turning around because I didn't want to see his cock standing still, but if I lifted the pants and they remained like at first.
You should have crouched down, he told me That makes the pantyhose stretch, that could help a bit. The idea seemed to make sense, I obeyed and crouched down like a frog. This was a great mistake. I heard the sound of the fabric tearing, I had ripped my pants. I quickly straightened up not to worsen the damage. I felt even more embarrassed. I apologized and asked if it had torn much. When I heard him say Mmm... let's see I realized he sounded slightly annoyed. He gently pushed my back forward, this made me lean down, lowering my chest and lifting my booty, I was forced to separate my legs slightly to maintain balance. I didn't even want to think about what the vendor should be seeing. It seems it didn't tear much. I felt his fingers very close to my vagina, he was touching the pantyhose just where it had torn, his fingers wrapped around my vulva completely. I turned red when I realized my sex had been exposed. He was trying to inspect the tear and moved the fabric as little as possible since it was still quite tight, I began to feel like this pressure was pressing all of my vulva and making it bulge through the hole, surely it would look swollen and juicy, maybe a bit pink and with some black hairs sticking out. It seems the fabric didn't tear, he said Only the seams came undone. He squeezed me gently on both sides using his strong fingers like a pair of tweezers. Nothing that a sewing machine can't fix, he was saying while touching. His fingers worked quickly and precisely, it was as if he were trying to remove the broken threads one by one, but at the same time he was touching my vaginal lips. I could have run out of the store and never come back again, but my excitement prevented me from doing so. My pussy was all wet.
I said as an apology 'I hope I can fix it'. 'With so much meat, it's logical that the fabric won't hold up' What a shameless one! He accused me of being big booty...
—And he was right —said Duncan with laughter.
—Okay, yes... I'm big booty. But at that moment it bothered me a bit. To make matters worse, he took advantage to pinch one of my labial lips. The jerk did it like an aunt pinching her nephews' cheeks. His fingers must have gotten wet with my fluids. I felt forced to put my hands on my knees due to the uncomfortable position, which made my Booty stay more erect. Maybe the pants have loosened up a bit, he continued saying I still don't know how you managed to get it on, let's open it carefully without it tearing too much
As he said this, he started to dig with his fingers, making precise movements trying to open the hole in my pants without tearing it further, but his fingers kept rubbing against my intimate zone, sometimes grabbing one of my vaginal lips and moving it towards the inside, as if he wanted to push it away. I got wetter every time and it was already clear. 'Your little thing is coming out', he said at the same time that one of his fingers touched the hole of my pussy. He moved it in circles and even I could feel how wet it was. I didn't say anything about his impertinence. He kept working on opening the pants more and when he pulled the fabric towards the outside, I felt his thumbs in the center of my pussy, slowly introducing themselves, I heard the fabric tearing again and his fingers went all the way in with one push, making me shudder but when I was about to say something he took them out. Now the pants left part of my booty exposed but he seemed to ignore this detail, instead saying 'You're dripping like a broken pipe' And I was holding back from wanting to yell at him. What a son of a slut, how he touched me.
What did he do after that?
The very degenerate brought his face to my sex and sucked it with force, I felt like he was swallowing my fluids. 'Don't do that', I scolded and tried to push him away with one hand but he didn't move. He grabbed one of my vaginal lips between the lips of his mouth and sucking it hard. I felt my lip stretching back when I pushed his head— AHHHHHHH! —a moan of pleasure escaped me and I automatically closed my eyes.
I can take this as part of payment for the ripped pants — he said before giving me another lick and I remembered that I should pay him for a pantaloon that wouldn't be good for anything or could use anymore and besides I had to buy a new one, I didn't have so much money so I decided to act silly and let him keep going but it was impossible not to feel his tongue probing all my hole and sticking into it with great ease giving me firm sucks that made me wet instantly I couldn't stop moaning in pleasure. His tongue started rising and licked my booty, which made me hotter.
To my right there was a stool that served for people to sit, it was short and cube-shaped, instinctively I lifted my right leg onto it leaving it well open, the guy positioned himself underneath me and continued licking me all over, from the clitoris to the Booty. Never had they eaten me out with such skill, but after some seconds I moved away and said: That's enough. I stood up again, I could see my pussy hanging in the air and completely wet, even the black hairs were damp. Not yet. He had other plans. He sat on the small stool with his cock standing erect held with one hand. Now you have to...
I didn't even wait for him to finish talking, I got down on my knees in front of him, moved my hair to the side so it wouldn't bother me and put his cock in my mouth. I started sucking it with force, eating his gland and pushing it deep inside. I licked his testicles to make him get more excited and kept licking his shaft. It wasn't a very long cock, but it was wide and hard for me to swallow. I moved my head up and down frantically like a porn actress, I was very excited. I touched my clitoris without stopping sucking and had a juicy orgasm that I tried to hide by keeping the cock well in my mouth. A few seconds later I felt the thick and warm semen shooting out of my mouth, I tried to swallow as much as I could but couldn't contain it all, some of the semen ended up dripping outside my mouth and running down my chin and dripping on my breasts. The guy let out a sigh when he finished and I got up.
I said 'I want to take off my pants' he said 'I'll change and I'll leave'. I didn't care about buying anything anymore, I felt extremely embarrassed and wanted to go home. 'What a shame', the shopkeeper said. 'With how well you look in those pants, all torn apart'. He stood behind me again and grabbed me with his arms. 'It would be a pity if you take them off'. I felt his cock between my buttocks, it was still erect, he started touching my clitoris with his fingers, I closed my eyes and started moaning, his cock was wet from the blow job I gave him and while he was touching me I could feel the fresh semen taste in my mouth, I was getting very excited. 'This ass is a butterball'. He said as he put his penis directly against the hole of my anus. 'Ask loudly for them to stick it in good, look it opens up by itself'. I could feel the glans slowly making its way but the guy stopped pushing, only feeling a little point wanting to get in and his fingers masturbating me.
I couldn't take it anymore, I wanted him to split me in two, so I started pushing with my Booty towards the back and could feel my hole opening up as the cock entered. Suddenly the glans entered like a cork into a bottle, it hurt a bit but at the same time it filled me with pleasure, I let out a moan of pleasure. I kept pressing until the whole cock was well inserted in the ass and that's when the guy started giving it to me hard.
I decided to get down on my knees on the stool and offer my open ass to the salesman who didn't take long to put it in me again and grab my waist to give me a monumental screw. His rhythm was constant and his cock slid smoothly, entering and exiting my tiny ass with total ease. I took off my sweater and bra as quickly as I could and he grabbed my tits firmly and started massaging them. The juice dripped down my legs, I was very wet and eager to have more orgasms. My desires were fulfilled repeatedly. We were screwing for a long time, I'm not exactly sure how long, but the guy kept giving me the booty all the time, I put myself on my back against the carpet and made him open my legs again to receive his cock through the hole at the back, he made me enjoy even more than my own boyfriend, the guy seemed to have a lot of experience in the matter.
When we were both satisfied, he let me wash myself in the bathroom and gave me two very nice pants, but these were my size. I thanked him and before leaving the store, I gave the cock a quick suck as a farewell.
I finished telling my story to Mr. Duncan and I remained riding his hard cock, giving him my back. I whimpered like a slut, never having enjoyed so much with a male member. Just at that moment my cell phone rang. It was my boyfriend. I realized he would be worrying about me. When I answered, he asked why I hadn't arrived home yet. It was almost midnight already.
Sorry, love... is that... ugh... ugh... I had to work late...
¡Liar!—Shouted—. I just talked to your boss and she told me that your shift ended a while ago. Besides... you look agitated. Are you with another guy?
In a normal situation I would have evaluated my response; however, I was so excited that I spoke without thinking.
—Yes. A black man is screwing me with an enormous cock.
Are you loading me?
No, love... no joke. It's the pure truth. I met him at the hotel reception and... we're in bed. —I thought he'd yell a thousand insults at me. Instead, he just stayed silent—. love... our thing... em... doesn't make sense anymore. Do you know? Not even the first time I've cheated on you. You're a good person, but... I want to live a little. I want to have a thousand interesting sexual anecdotes. With you, I don't have any. Not one. Don't call me again. You can stay in the apartment, I'll be staying at the hotel for a few days and then I'll look for something to rent. Until we meet again.
I didn't give him time to respond. I didn't want to hear it anymore. My relationship with him was already over and I felt free. I got on all fours on the bed and opened my Booty with my hands.
Mr. Duncan did I tell you about the time I left my boyfriend to deliver his ass to a black guy with a big cock in a hotel?
That seems like a very interesting story...
He brought his enormous virile member close and thrust it into me until the end. I screamed from pain and pleasure. One day I'll tell someone else about my sexual anecdotes and what happened this night with Mr. Duncan will be the best of all, without a doubt.
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I woke up with a tremendous anal pain the next morning. The black guy didn't show any mercy... and I didn't ask for it either. He hit it so hard and I enjoyed it so much that now I only want huge dildos to be inserted into my ass. I'm not going to waste time on small things. He had already left the room. I thought it was fine, it was clear that I was just an adventure for one night and I didn't expect more. I took a shower, got dressed, and went straight to my boss's office.
I found her sitting behind her desk talking on the phone. She gave me a sign with her finger when she saw me, indicating that she would attend to me shortly. I didn't wait. I approached and sat down at the desk, right in front of her. I lifted my skirt to show her that I hadn't put on underwear and lifted my legs at the same time as I opened my pussy with my fingers. She was taken aback. She hung up the call without saying goodbye, looked at me and asked:
—And this?
It's a compensation for all the mistakes I made. I know you like me... and you're not that bad, to be honest. I can't help but make mistakes, I'm very distracted. Every time you send me a banana, this will be my way of thanking you. If you want us to feel more comfortable, I even have a room paid for until the rest of the day.
What's going on with your boyfriend? Won't this bother him?
I don't have a boyfriend anymore. I'm not accountable to anyone... except my boss.
It's the best news you could have given me, Agustina.
And she launched herself forward to eat my pussy. It was noticeable that she had been fantasizing about it for a while and that made me feel flattered.
What's with your asshole so dilated?
It's a long story, like the one they stuck up my ass. I'll tell it to you whenever you want. Now stick your tongue in my ass... I want to know how it feels.
He did it with mastery, giving me a new and beautiful sensation.
Minutes later we transferred ourselves to room 168.
I had my first lesbian experience there. I knew what it was to try a woman... and I loved it. Why the hell didn't I do it before? Ugh... just thinking about all the beautiful girls who flirted with me and I rejected them like an idiot. What a shame!
—Where did you have this slutty Agustina hidden? —Clarisa asked me when we were exhausted on the bed, naked and covered in sweat.
—She was always there... behind the reception desk, waiting for permission to leave. But this slut won't ask for permission again.
And I launched myself at sucking her ring once more.
I wonder if Mr. Duncan will come back someday. I'd love to be able to tell him how I sucked my boss's pussy.
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