Part 1In the days that followed, I got to know the bartender. The guy was 19 years old (I was 20) and Colombian; so we could speak Spanish. After a couple of nights of chatting, I ate him out there at the bar.
He told me to come with him to his house, but since he lived a bit far from the hotel and had two other friends, I didn't like the idea. Although I had a strong desire to take him. It was complicated in the hotel because there was always movement of people and I shared the room with my brother.
One night, we were chatting as usual during one of his breaks. We went to the beach, and things started getting out of hand. I was wearing a bikini, which the guy took advantage of to put his hands all over me. I started to get hot and my solo hands ripped off his shirt and got under his clothes to touch his hard and marked body. I went down to his crotch and above his pants and touched his cock. It was easy; it reached halfway down his thigh. My mouth started watering... among other things.
I ran my hands over him and unbuttoned his pants. He kissed me again and didn't hesitate to put his hand in and pull out his cock. With difficulty, I managed to make the middle of his trunk appear and give him a blow job. I stopped looking at it. My eyes were popping out and I wanted to be inside already. His hands had already run over my upper bikini area and were fondling my tits.
Suddenly, we heard shouts from the hotel. The manager was looking for him because his shift had ended. He had to go! He kissed me goodbye and ran off. I stayed on the beach alone, trying to bring down my heat.
A while later, I went back and said goodbye to the dude with a kiss and went to my room. My brother hadn't arrived yet. I undressed and got into bed, covered up. With my hands, I caressed my body, from my shoulders down to the side of my breasts, across my stomach, and up to grab my tits and play with my nipples.
Immediately, I felt... my pussy was getting wet again. I lowered my hand to my use the word: pussy and moistened my fingers by inserting them all the way to the bottom. I pulled them out and started masturbating with force. I alternated putting my fingers in and touching my clitoris. I was about to come... when I felt the door opening. My brother had returned.
I pretended to be asleep, waiting for my brother to fall asleep. I could feel my use the word: pussy beating from the heat. I stayed there waiting to finish my work, but I fell asleep first. I woke up the next day with one leg half-undone. My brother had already woken up and gone to breakfast. I was left wondering if he would have noticed that I slept naked that night.
I went to the beach to take some sun. Just rubbing one leg against the other excited me. I still had a terrible heat from the franeleada with the guy and my self-masturbation halfway through the night. In the afternoon, there was a Brazilian dance party on the beach. I had already gone to a couple of classes. The teacher was a beautiful big guy (not black) who split in two. That day I saw him and couldn't stop thinking about how all that humanity would destroy me with each thrust. Yes, I was super turned on that trip.
As soon as class ended, we stayed chatting with some of the other students for a while - it was really good vibes, man. After a while, he said he had to go and invited us to come visit him at his house, which was right in front of the beach. We said goodbye and I went back to my towel to take some sun. But I couldn't stay still, my body was boiling with heat. I got up and went to the teacher's house.
When I arrived, I could see another student entering the house with him. What a slut! I thought. This is not my day.
When I was heading back to the beach, I ran into one of the guys from class who invited me to grab something at the bar. He was Brazilian, lived there and had the day off, so he took advantage of it to go out. beach. By then I could already communicate very basicly.
I told him I was alone and he didn't hesitate to invite me that night to a bar where they played all Brazilian music, under the excuse of practicing. He was going with his friends, but insisted and between getting left with the Colombian and that, I preferred to go out.
That night I put on the shortest skirt I had and I went (it wasn't far from the hotel, luckily). I found him with two friends, sitting at a table. One of the two was 10 times better than the one I knew. He looked at me all night. By the way, I got up to go to the bathroom like 2 times and moved my Booty for them to look at me.
The second time, while I was getting up, I looked fixedly at the crazy guy with a small smile. The chabón stood behind me and faced me in the bathroom door. He grabbed me hard around the waist and started saying things I didn't understand. I told him no, that I was with my friend. I ended it there. I got into the bathroom, not without looking at him and telling him that the next night was his turn (which I did)
I had taken two caipis. Those things don't agree with me, eye! I went to the dance floor to dance with the brasuca (the one from the beach) and we got a terrible franeleada. The chabón wasn't wasting time and his hand was lifting my skirt up to my waist. It didn't matter that I was in the middle of the dance floor and people were looking. He let me touch him all. I turned around and leaned my Booty against his bag. I moved it to the rhythm of the music. You could already tell he was hard.
I turned and grabbed his head, kissing him while one hand went down to his cock. He dragged me to the hallway that leads to the bathrooms (which I had known before), where there was little light. He cornered me against the wall and just left me in a heap. He lifted my skirt and put his hand in my pussy. With what I had accumulated, I was flying and let him do whatever he wanted. While he was touching me, he started undressing himself.
He unbuttoned his jeans and He pulled out his cock. Grabbing one of my hands, he leaned it against his trunk and started to suck me off. He pushed my head down towards him, so I could suck him, but that was as far as my love went. Angry, I told him not here. Let's go somewhere else, please!! I shouted to myself. He grabbed my hand and without saying goodbye to anyone, we took off for his house.
We arrived and only after closing the door did I throw myself at him. I pushed him against a wall and ripped off his clothes (literally, I broke all the buttons on his shirt and almost all of his jeans). I got down on my knees and pulling out his cock completely erect, I put it in my mouth. I passed my tongue from the balls to the head. I spat it out. I was sucking him while eating his head. I did everything. I was wild.
The guy stopped me and wanted to take me to the room, but I grabbed him and said fuck here, while putting my hands on the wall and pushing my Booty back. Without hesitation, he nailed me one. I let out a terrible cry of relief while begging him to hold me tight. The crazy guy had me wrapped around his waist and was giving me an amazing fuck, but I felt like it wasn't enough.
I started moving my legs and lifting my Booty until I felt it coming and it did... he made me cum in such a violent way that my legs started shaking and I couldn't stay on my feet. When I was about to fall, the guy grabbed my belly, held me up, and kept fucking me bestially, which made me cum again. He pulled out his cock to position me well against the wall. I felt like my cum was dripping down my leg. He put it back in and I felt my body trembling again.
He grabbed my hair and threw me to the floor. He put me on all fours and getting on top of me, he started an impressive ride. I couldn't take the thrusts and fell exhausted to the floor. He never took his cock out and let himself fall with me, still fucking me. I was lifting my Booty in time with him and pulling out his cock fiercely.
Suddenly, he pulled it out and started sucking himself. I said round and showed him where I wanted the cum, touching my breasts and belly. He pointed his cock at my body and started shooting thick and hot cum in streams. One of them fell on my forehead and hair, the rest on my breasts and belly. It didn't stop coming out. I spilled all the cum over my body, got down on my knees, and finished cleaning up his cock. I sucked it until I left it clean.
It was still hard... I asked if he wanted to keep going, and he didn't hesitate. He needed two quickies in a row. Now, he picked me up and took me to his room where we had sex twice more.
When I left, surprise! His friends were at the house. We chatted for a bit until it got late and I asked them for directions back to the hotel. My friend gave me money for a taxi. Since he was half-naked, one of his friends accompanied me to the door. Of course, it was the one who had eaten me out at the bar.
As we were going down the stairs, he started grabbing me. At first, I resisted a bit, but just for a few steps. I ended up in a landing, pressing against that guy's cock again. My lack of clothes helped his hands move easily over my body.
A little later, I was kneeling and sucking his cock right there, and a little while after that, I was grabbed by the railing with one leg on one step and the other three steps higher up, and the crazy guy holding me tight from behind. Luckily, I was against the wall because he was penetrating me so hard I thought I'd fall.
He had me wrapped around his waist, really tightly. I lowered one of my hands to my clitoris and paradise presented itself. I came again (I'd lost count of how many times the other guy had cum in me). The crazy guy kept going for a bit until he pulled out his cock and filled my back with cum.
We finished going down and said goodbye with a kiss. When I leaned against the seat, I could feel all the cum from the previous sex session sticking to my shirt. Not much, like scratching myself against the seat to dry off while with a smile of satisfaction and morbidness telling the taxi driver the hotel direction. The next day, at the beach, I sat down to take super hyper relaxed sun. My mom calls me and says: 'Juli, what happened?' pointing at my waist. I look and had a terrible bruise (from how hard they grabbed me the night before). 'No idea... I think I hit myself in the banana yesterday' I replied. 'Ahh it could be... you told me that ride was half-violent!' And honestly, it was very violent. But that's how I like it.Part 3 ************************************************** Index
He told me to come with him to his house, but since he lived a bit far from the hotel and had two other friends, I didn't like the idea. Although I had a strong desire to take him. It was complicated in the hotel because there was always movement of people and I shared the room with my brother.
One night, we were chatting as usual during one of his breaks. We went to the beach, and things started getting out of hand. I was wearing a bikini, which the guy took advantage of to put his hands all over me. I started to get hot and my solo hands ripped off his shirt and got under his clothes to touch his hard and marked body. I went down to his crotch and above his pants and touched his cock. It was easy; it reached halfway down his thigh. My mouth started watering... among other things.
I ran my hands over him and unbuttoned his pants. He kissed me again and didn't hesitate to put his hand in and pull out his cock. With difficulty, I managed to make the middle of his trunk appear and give him a blow job. I stopped looking at it. My eyes were popping out and I wanted to be inside already. His hands had already run over my upper bikini area and were fondling my tits.
Suddenly, we heard shouts from the hotel. The manager was looking for him because his shift had ended. He had to go! He kissed me goodbye and ran off. I stayed on the beach alone, trying to bring down my heat.
A while later, I went back and said goodbye to the dude with a kiss and went to my room. My brother hadn't arrived yet. I undressed and got into bed, covered up. With my hands, I caressed my body, from my shoulders down to the side of my breasts, across my stomach, and up to grab my tits and play with my nipples.
Immediately, I felt... my pussy was getting wet again. I lowered my hand to my use the word: pussy and moistened my fingers by inserting them all the way to the bottom. I pulled them out and started masturbating with force. I alternated putting my fingers in and touching my clitoris. I was about to come... when I felt the door opening. My brother had returned.
I pretended to be asleep, waiting for my brother to fall asleep. I could feel my use the word: pussy beating from the heat. I stayed there waiting to finish my work, but I fell asleep first. I woke up the next day with one leg half-undone. My brother had already woken up and gone to breakfast. I was left wondering if he would have noticed that I slept naked that night.
I went to the beach to take some sun. Just rubbing one leg against the other excited me. I still had a terrible heat from the franeleada with the guy and my self-masturbation halfway through the night. In the afternoon, there was a Brazilian dance party on the beach. I had already gone to a couple of classes. The teacher was a beautiful big guy (not black) who split in two. That day I saw him and couldn't stop thinking about how all that humanity would destroy me with each thrust. Yes, I was super turned on that trip.
As soon as class ended, we stayed chatting with some of the other students for a while - it was really good vibes, man. After a while, he said he had to go and invited us to come visit him at his house, which was right in front of the beach. We said goodbye and I went back to my towel to take some sun. But I couldn't stay still, my body was boiling with heat. I got up and went to the teacher's house.
When I arrived, I could see another student entering the house with him. What a slut! I thought. This is not my day.
When I was heading back to the beach, I ran into one of the guys from class who invited me to grab something at the bar. He was Brazilian, lived there and had the day off, so he took advantage of it to go out. beach. By then I could already communicate very basicly.
I told him I was alone and he didn't hesitate to invite me that night to a bar where they played all Brazilian music, under the excuse of practicing. He was going with his friends, but insisted and between getting left with the Colombian and that, I preferred to go out.
That night I put on the shortest skirt I had and I went (it wasn't far from the hotel, luckily). I found him with two friends, sitting at a table. One of the two was 10 times better than the one I knew. He looked at me all night. By the way, I got up to go to the bathroom like 2 times and moved my Booty for them to look at me.
The second time, while I was getting up, I looked fixedly at the crazy guy with a small smile. The chabón stood behind me and faced me in the bathroom door. He grabbed me hard around the waist and started saying things I didn't understand. I told him no, that I was with my friend. I ended it there. I got into the bathroom, not without looking at him and telling him that the next night was his turn (which I did)
I had taken two caipis. Those things don't agree with me, eye! I went to the dance floor to dance with the brasuca (the one from the beach) and we got a terrible franeleada. The chabón wasn't wasting time and his hand was lifting my skirt up to my waist. It didn't matter that I was in the middle of the dance floor and people were looking. He let me touch him all. I turned around and leaned my Booty against his bag. I moved it to the rhythm of the music. You could already tell he was hard.
I turned and grabbed his head, kissing him while one hand went down to his cock. He dragged me to the hallway that leads to the bathrooms (which I had known before), where there was little light. He cornered me against the wall and just left me in a heap. He lifted my skirt and put his hand in my pussy. With what I had accumulated, I was flying and let him do whatever he wanted. While he was touching me, he started undressing himself.
He unbuttoned his jeans and He pulled out his cock. Grabbing one of my hands, he leaned it against his trunk and started to suck me off. He pushed my head down towards him, so I could suck him, but that was as far as my love went. Angry, I told him not here. Let's go somewhere else, please!! I shouted to myself. He grabbed my hand and without saying goodbye to anyone, we took off for his house.
We arrived and only after closing the door did I throw myself at him. I pushed him against a wall and ripped off his clothes (literally, I broke all the buttons on his shirt and almost all of his jeans). I got down on my knees and pulling out his cock completely erect, I put it in my mouth. I passed my tongue from the balls to the head. I spat it out. I was sucking him while eating his head. I did everything. I was wild.
The guy stopped me and wanted to take me to the room, but I grabbed him and said fuck here, while putting my hands on the wall and pushing my Booty back. Without hesitation, he nailed me one. I let out a terrible cry of relief while begging him to hold me tight. The crazy guy had me wrapped around his waist and was giving me an amazing fuck, but I felt like it wasn't enough.
I started moving my legs and lifting my Booty until I felt it coming and it did... he made me cum in such a violent way that my legs started shaking and I couldn't stay on my feet. When I was about to fall, the guy grabbed my belly, held me up, and kept fucking me bestially, which made me cum again. He pulled out his cock to position me well against the wall. I felt like my cum was dripping down my leg. He put it back in and I felt my body trembling again.
He grabbed my hair and threw me to the floor. He put me on all fours and getting on top of me, he started an impressive ride. I couldn't take the thrusts and fell exhausted to the floor. He never took his cock out and let himself fall with me, still fucking me. I was lifting my Booty in time with him and pulling out his cock fiercely.
Suddenly, he pulled it out and started sucking himself. I said round and showed him where I wanted the cum, touching my breasts and belly. He pointed his cock at my body and started shooting thick and hot cum in streams. One of them fell on my forehead and hair, the rest on my breasts and belly. It didn't stop coming out. I spilled all the cum over my body, got down on my knees, and finished cleaning up his cock. I sucked it until I left it clean.
It was still hard... I asked if he wanted to keep going, and he didn't hesitate. He needed two quickies in a row. Now, he picked me up and took me to his room where we had sex twice more.
When I left, surprise! His friends were at the house. We chatted for a bit until it got late and I asked them for directions back to the hotel. My friend gave me money for a taxi. Since he was half-naked, one of his friends accompanied me to the door. Of course, it was the one who had eaten me out at the bar.
As we were going down the stairs, he started grabbing me. At first, I resisted a bit, but just for a few steps. I ended up in a landing, pressing against that guy's cock again. My lack of clothes helped his hands move easily over my body.
A little later, I was kneeling and sucking his cock right there, and a little while after that, I was grabbed by the railing with one leg on one step and the other three steps higher up, and the crazy guy holding me tight from behind. Luckily, I was against the wall because he was penetrating me so hard I thought I'd fall.
He had me wrapped around his waist, really tightly. I lowered one of my hands to my clitoris and paradise presented itself. I came again (I'd lost count of how many times the other guy had cum in me). The crazy guy kept going for a bit until he pulled out his cock and filled my back with cum.
We finished going down and said goodbye with a kiss. When I leaned against the seat, I could feel all the cum from the previous sex session sticking to my shirt. Not much, like scratching myself against the seat to dry off while with a smile of satisfaction and morbidness telling the taxi driver the hotel direction. The next day, at the beach, I sat down to take super hyper relaxed sun. My mom calls me and says: 'Juli, what happened?' pointing at my waist. I look and had a terrible bruise (from how hard they grabbed me the night before). 'No idea... I think I hit myself in the banana yesterday' I replied. 'Ahh it could be... you told me that ride was half-violent!' And honestly, it was very violent. But that's how I like it.Part 3 ************************************************** Index
38 comentários - Brazil Trilogy. Part 2
graicas por pasar!
pocas disfruto tanto como leer tus relatos mientras me toco hasta acabar..
+10
gracias por pasar!
te sigo leyendo pq, me calientas tus relatos como siempre 😉
gracias por pasar!
gracias por pasar
gracias por pasar! 🙂
gracias porpasar
con estas historias te traemos para aca sin dudas
solo tenes q prometer hacer de las tuyas en Philly
gracias por pasar!
Me re calentaste, espero ansioso el final para ver como acaba la saga. Besos!
gracias por comentar!
Me pones a full!!!
Excelente!
Gracias por compartir
gracias por pasar!
gracias por comentar!
No puedo con mi genio, si tenés ganas de corregi: párrafo 10 hay un "vayaramos", calculo que es "vayamos", perdón, es más fuerte que yo jaja😅😅
Gracias por estimular mi imaginación, con los relatos y con los shouts también 😘😘