Hello friends, after a long time without writing, I'm back with a very turbulent story.
It's about Marlén, my wife's niece's best friend.
She was a childhood friend... they were always together until the weekends... years later, already quite grown up, they broke off their friendship completely, I didn't know why...
Months and years went by, and I would occasionally ask my niece how Marlén was doing, if she knew anything about her... she would always get upset. One day she told me to pretend she had died, that I should never ask about Marlén again... I imagined it must have been something with boyfriends or girls being silly...
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Years went by until I found her in spring 2023. Already quite grown up, made into a woman. It was at a shopping mall, she was the one who recognized me, I had no idea what kind of bombshell was greeting me, I was 10 years old. She had developed wide hips, a round butt, good breasts, but still with an angelic face, thin, in shape. Long hair, wavy, dark brown, white skin.
I was greeted very enthusiastically and she didn't hesitate to invite me for a coffee. It was rare because I really didn't know what to talk about with her, I was only asking where she had been all that time, but she said she had always been in the city, with some difficulties after her parents divorced; she lived with mom, dad, grandparents, but mostly with mom at her childhood home. I asked about my niece, why they had broken up as friends, but she avoided eye contact and I didn't ask again.
In short... we talked for a good while, exchanged phone numbers, and I found out she lived very close to my house, not even 5 km... I didn't know she lived so close and hadn't seen her for so long...
Days passed and she wrote asking how I was doing, saying it was great that we had run into each other, incredible after all this time and living so close... and I responded neutrally... every two days we would write to each other, she kept insisting on going to the movies or out together, but honestly I was too afraid, the city is very small and everything is known... I didn't want to complicate my life with my wife; but it seemed like the girl was looking for something... I responded to her messages so she wouldn't lose interest in me, but I had that cold feeling in my chest about doing or not doing something with her.
Until one day, about two weeks after we reconnected, she calls me on the phone and tells me she has a problem, if I can help... I imagined all previous messages and giggles were to soften the ground and maybe ask for money. I didn't give it much importance and accepted to help her... It turned out it was raining, and she had a motorcycle, but hadn't prepared for the rain and the maid didn't want to get wet... So I left work and went to look for her... She took advantage of me and did some shopping, and as a good guy, I offered to pay... it wasn't much, but I still felt like a loser...
On the way, she wouldn't stop talking about her boss, the motorcycle, what she had to pay... everything with giggles, everything so fast that I couldn't keep up... we arrived at her house and she invited me in. I thought for long seconds and accepted.
The house was empty, quite large. She helped me with the shopping and we put everything away in its place in the kitchen... she thanked me, gave me a kiss on the cheek and hung around my neck. My heart went wild immediately and I hugged her, nothing out of the ordinary. I had temptation in my hands but was holding back.
She looked at me and launched herself at me to give me a kiss, I didn't avoid it and in seconds she was grabbing my ass. She lifted her leg over my thighs as she passed her tongue along my neck.
The kiss became uncontrollable and she started unbuttoning my pants while lowering herself and giving me a blow job, sucking with great force and moving her head with mastery.
From one of the drawers of the cutlery, he took out a condom and put it on me like a total slut, with my mouth. He made me lie down on the floor, undressed himself, called his pussy and started to penetrate himself slowly...
In seconds I was riding and giving it my all, groaning and moving roughly, I tried to touch her but she wouldn't let me, she'd pull my hands off her body. She was the one who wanted to have control.
I've only had that kind of sex with a particular type of women: whores. Her hip movement and moans defeated me in just a few minutes and I finished. She didn't waste much time to pull out her cock and clean me up with some towels she had nearby. She lay down beside me and sighed. She told me she'd been without sex for a long time and was going crazy but felt better now. I told her she hadn't let me do anything and she laughed, saying the next time would be with more time but at that moment she was very hot. We almost had sex every day that week, in every corner of the house, positions I'd never tried before... definitely this girl was a slut, she had a lot of experience. She also asked for money, not much, but we had an unspoken contract, anyway she was a very cheap and 10 slut. We became lovers, I went back to being like when I was with my sister-in-law, waiting for smells, perfumes, hair on clothes, work hours, extra hours, until I even bought a new phone chip that only Marlén knew... Everything was going well until one day she made a request, but that will be for another post...
It's about Marlén, my wife's niece's best friend.
She was a childhood friend... they were always together until the weekends... years later, already quite grown up, they broke off their friendship completely, I didn't know why...
Months and years went by, and I would occasionally ask my niece how Marlén was doing, if she knew anything about her... she would always get upset. One day she told me to pretend she had died, that I should never ask about Marlén again... I imagined it must have been something with boyfriends or girls being silly...
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Years went by until I found her in spring 2023. Already quite grown up, made into a woman. It was at a shopping mall, she was the one who recognized me, I had no idea what kind of bombshell was greeting me, I was 10 years old. She had developed wide hips, a round butt, good breasts, but still with an angelic face, thin, in shape. Long hair, wavy, dark brown, white skin.
I was greeted very enthusiastically and she didn't hesitate to invite me for a coffee. It was rare because I really didn't know what to talk about with her, I was only asking where she had been all that time, but she said she had always been in the city, with some difficulties after her parents divorced; she lived with mom, dad, grandparents, but mostly with mom at her childhood home. I asked about my niece, why they had broken up as friends, but she avoided eye contact and I didn't ask again. In short... we talked for a good while, exchanged phone numbers, and I found out she lived very close to my house, not even 5 km... I didn't know she lived so close and hadn't seen her for so long...
Days passed and she wrote asking how I was doing, saying it was great that we had run into each other, incredible after all this time and living so close... and I responded neutrally... every two days we would write to each other, she kept insisting on going to the movies or out together, but honestly I was too afraid, the city is very small and everything is known... I didn't want to complicate my life with my wife; but it seemed like the girl was looking for something... I responded to her messages so she wouldn't lose interest in me, but I had that cold feeling in my chest about doing or not doing something with her.
Until one day, about two weeks after we reconnected, she calls me on the phone and tells me she has a problem, if I can help... I imagined all previous messages and giggles were to soften the ground and maybe ask for money. I didn't give it much importance and accepted to help her... It turned out it was raining, and she had a motorcycle, but hadn't prepared for the rain and the maid didn't want to get wet... So I left work and went to look for her... She took advantage of me and did some shopping, and as a good guy, I offered to pay... it wasn't much, but I still felt like a loser...On the way, she wouldn't stop talking about her boss, the motorcycle, what she had to pay... everything with giggles, everything so fast that I couldn't keep up... we arrived at her house and she invited me in. I thought for long seconds and accepted.
The house was empty, quite large. She helped me with the shopping and we put everything away in its place in the kitchen... she thanked me, gave me a kiss on the cheek and hung around my neck. My heart went wild immediately and I hugged her, nothing out of the ordinary. I had temptation in my hands but was holding back.
She looked at me and launched herself at me to give me a kiss, I didn't avoid it and in seconds she was grabbing my ass. She lifted her leg over my thighs as she passed her tongue along my neck.
The kiss became uncontrollable and she started unbuttoning my pants while lowering herself and giving me a blow job, sucking with great force and moving her head with mastery.
From one of the drawers of the cutlery, he took out a condom and put it on me like a total slut, with my mouth. He made me lie down on the floor, undressed himself, called his pussy and started to penetrate himself slowly...In seconds I was riding and giving it my all, groaning and moving roughly, I tried to touch her but she wouldn't let me, she'd pull my hands off her body. She was the one who wanted to have control.I've only had that kind of sex with a particular type of women: whores. Her hip movement and moans defeated me in just a few minutes and I finished. She didn't waste much time to pull out her cock and clean me up with some towels she had nearby. She lay down beside me and sighed. She told me she'd been without sex for a long time and was going crazy but felt better now. I told her she hadn't let me do anything and she laughed, saying the next time would be with more time but at that moment she was very hot. We almost had sex every day that week, in every corner of the house, positions I'd never tried before... definitely this girl was a slut, she had a lot of experience. She also asked for money, not much, but we had an unspoken contract, anyway she was a very cheap and 10 slut. We became lovers, I went back to being like when I was with my sister-in-law, waiting for smells, perfumes, hair on clothes, work hours, extra hours, until I even bought a new phone chip that only Marlén knew... Everything was going well until one day she made a request, but that will be for another post...
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