Before everything Thanks to my followers and regular readers. This time it will be the moment to know about the move.
Since I moved to the capital several years ago, I have lived in different neighborhoods, Constitution, San Cristobal, Abasto, Once. A man like me moves for three simple reasons: the first is for a better place, the second is because he gets engaged and the bachelor's residence is a magnet for chicks, and the third is because an husband discovers us.
At that time, the move was to improve my relationship with my then-girlfriend, a beautiful girl who we moved to the Once neighborhood (La Rioja and Belgrano). The idea of moving was to have a free address from my liberal friends who could cause serious problems with a stable partner.
The building was a nice building that faced La Rioja street, had an average of 4 apartments per floor, between my work and hers we didn't have much time to get to know the neighbors and less to establish friendships. As it is clear in my previous accounts, I have a tendency towards BSDM, something I didn't share with my partner but there are things that even with our partners we keep aside.
Six months had passed since we moved when a change of shifts at the company where I worked allowed me to come home early.
I arrived home and had time to unwind for a bit from the world, go out for a little cycling which is my passion sport, on those outings one day I met my neighbor, a woman around 38/39 very well taken care of. During that week we would always cross paths in the elevator, I would go out for a bit of cycling and she would come down apparently to go running judging by her clothes.
As the days went by, it allowed us to exchange greetings and some words although the ice between us was very noticeable. One Saturday around 22hs I went downstairs to pick up an order from the delivery and to my surprise she came down dressed in a very Gothic aspect to which I dedicated a smile that surely she assumed as Sarcastic. - Are you going to the requiem? Ask with broad knowledge of the subject. She was surprised to see that I knew about the gothic atmosphere and said - I'm not going to the Harlequin theater. Do you know it? That opening conversation starter was vital but a trip in an elevator is not a passage to anyone's bed although it opens many doors and legs. When we got off the elevator, I said - If you see Juan Manuel, the photographer at the theater, tell him Pinky sends greetings. I went back home motivated by seeing my cute gothic neighbor girl, left the pizza, took my girlfriend against the wall, and filled her ass with cum just because of the motivation caused. Days passed and I couldn't see her again and apparently nothing would happen in this case, but sometimes chance favors a prepared mind and as every scout I am always ready. I was leaving the elevator when I felt someone crying on the stairs, it was my neighbor turned into tears wearing only a long Korn shirt that covered her ass five centimeters lower. - Are you okay? Asked arming myself to put myself at her height. - Yes, what's happening is that the door closed and I got stuck outside. She told me, starting her crying again. I looked at her eyes and said - Don't be sad, beautiful, I'll help you. Taking her hand and dedicating a comforting look, I guided her to my department's door. - What are you going to do? She said wiping away her tears. - Let's get my tools so I can open the door. She smiled, resting her head on my shoulders and accepted my invitation to enter. When she entered, she saw a wall of discs where my collection of Rammstein was displayed and understood why we knew the same places. I'm not organized in the strict sense of order, but if I have everything in its section and a photography bookshelf - Are you a photographer? She asked enthusiastically. Not exactly, I like taking pictures and as you'll see I have a good reflex camera but I wouldn't call myself a photographer. So I took my toolbox, my scissors to McGyver and a half-liter bottle of Coke and we went to her door. I look at the door, move it a bit to see if my idea would work and when we finished the Coke, I cut the packaging to open the door. She was observing the spectacle as if it were something from NASA and on the second attempt, the door handle yielded, opening up to her living room. Her living room was nice and tidy with wine-toned curtains, a sofa against the wall and a table with four chairs, on the table a pumpkin from Halloween and to my surprise, a dildo attached to the only chair that pointed at the TV playing the credits of what seemed like a good porn.
She entered almost running, took the toy with her hand, looked at me freezing that instant, took it and went to put it away, came back still nervous and sat down on the table, leaving the mark of the dildo which in my head defined that it had lubricant or well that my neighbor was playing before leaving.
Finished the work and post-morbid scene, I prepared to leave but before I could say anything she said:
- A beer?
- Yes, I don't mind none.
She came with a liter bottle and two glasses, wiped off the marks of the dildo with a coaster.
- What you saw, don't be scared emmmm. She looked at me nervously.
- Come on, we're adults, at least I know my neighbor isn't frigid.
We laughed and left laughing and letting go. That's how I got to know her better and our cold elevator greeting turned into a cheek kiss with additional caress on the other cheek. That night I said goodbye, my girlfriend would be coming back soon and I didn't want this moment to get ruined.
At home, I couldn't get the neighbor out of my mind watching porn and playing with her dildo, so my girlfriend always came prepared and saw it from the entrance. I moaned and screamed so loudly that she must have heard me at least halfway up the stairs; I had three that night without being able to get the neighbor out of my head.
A few days passed and we didn't cross paths again, almost a week later I entered the elevator and she come in with a triple A blister in my hand. She looks at me, laughs and greets me with a kiss, I look at her with the blister in my hand and can't take it and almost skidding I said to her - You're coming home hard because you went out to buy batteries at half past three. - It's not for nothing, I hear you having sex every night, she retorts. - Haha no, actually these are for TV, the other one has me stoked with batteries. She told me between laughs. When we were leaving each other to our depts., I said if you run out of batteries, let me know because it's not my only skill opening doors to beautiful neighbor ladies. At that instant we looked at each other but the sound of the door closing was inevitable, I couldn't help but think I'd slip and fall. I put some music on for myself and went to the computer and was surprised when I opened FaceBook had Martina's friendship invitation. We started chatting, more and more in a double sense and each one more incisive. She told me about her things, how she got into the gothic world, that she loved going to gothic clubs because she could wear corsets and miniskirts without anyone bothering her, we shared photos and so we were full-on chatting for a week. Passed the week my girlfriend had a trip with her mother to sell their property in Necochea so I'd be alone at home for a week. Even though I was dying to get it on with the neighbor, I didn't want to throw away the ball so close to home and rebound into evidence. It was already Thursday when the neighbor says - Save your batteries from my toy this week. - Why, don't you feel like playing with your toy? I said. - I always want to, but I love using it while you're having sex. - This week you're in luck, my girlfriend's not here so you can really motivate yourself with some Sasha Grey movie. Between emoticons and games we didn't talk about the beautiful Sasha Grey from her movies and how she heats up both men and women, and when I least expected it came the invitation. - Pinky, I have 2 stars left, would you like to see some movies and make me a photos? She told me. - It would be great, do you want me to bring something? - Look at yourself, you're the artist, I have some sets with what I'm going to the requiem. Prepare the camera, load the objectives and tripod and before leaving something in my mind said that had to take artillery, went to the count and grabbed a suitcase with cordons, musket balls, and things like that that I had to make rappel. When I rang the bell she opened dressed very gothic, black corset with red borders, skirt a little above the knees together and high-heeled shoes with at least 10 cm of heel. She looks at me, laughs, and I also did this time according to the situation with my Gothic attire. We open the first frame, we order pizza and went to buy more beer, more than one got a pinch, she was definitely very strong. When we arrived at her depto we moved the furniture and made a red curtain background, then the photos were coming out, short skirts, leather pants, vinyl, much seduction game and even more when in some shots her thong showed aureoles of being wet, that put me to the limit and beyond continuing to photograph my erection arrived at the limit. So they arrived at 1 AM and we finished taking pictures while looking at each other, drinking another beer together. At that moment she turned on the TV and put a porn inviting me to sit next to her head against my chest as we watched a medium sad film with Queen Grey. While Sasha was being possessed by mouth with one of those devices that don't let you close it, she started caressing me above the pantaloon, looked at me and said... - With reason, the girl screams, it's bigger than my toy and surely bigger than my boyfriend's. - So you have a boyfriend!!! . I replied surprised... - A promiscuous one from Recoleta who pays this depto, but as you've noticed, he doesn't attend to me like you do your girlfriend. Said this, she opened the zipper of my pantaloon and started sucking it, the first suck reached her throat, then the I licked her like she was a popsicle, I started to lift her skirt and in the position she was in, it gave me an angle to run her pearl thong which was shining because it was wet. She began to moan and in the middle of the caresses said looking at me with my eyes. - Take me like you take her... I want to know how it feels. I looked at her eyes and without hesitation pushed her onto the floor where I settled between her legs, she was so wet that it seemed like she had lubricant, but beyond this she was tight and responded to those first thrusts by clawing at me with her nails and letting herself be carried away. After a good while of a dance of hips I pulled out of her hot sex leaving her wanting more and I lifted her onto the couch leaving her legs open to my tongue, she could only scream... time passed and I enjoyed the prize of female ejaculation while she twisted saying you're a son of a slut... and I want to be your puta. That's how it went for a while when I positioned her feet on my shoulder and now I want to do your ass. I told her looking at her with my eyes. - Noooo, not here. She said with a face of a slut but already her sentence was dictated, my stubborn cock began to try to pierce her sphincter and she tried to persuade me that it was going to take the cum but there was no case by the third attempt I could pierce her and a dry cry ran through the room. She suffered every minute that the penetration lasted until finally our hips collided. At that moment I looked at her and said - Did you come? - Noooo, make me feel like she does. While with my hand I touched the word pussy. That's how I started a back-and-forth that made her see stars, she was screaming crying and asking for more, she wanted to feel herself flying, she wanted to be the one who heard every night. I fucked her ass until it lasted as long as the other actress in the porn did and filled her ass with cum that she couldn't retain. I layed down on the sofa for a while, looked at me and said - You broke my ass. I don't want any more. touch
- don't touch her, beautiful, I'll touch you... I'll answer.
Caring for it on the buttocks that protected that battered ass, I started eating her breasts again until a moan escaped, indicating it was time to take her again.
I didn't resist my desire for exposure and taking advantage of the heat, I took her to the balcony where showing her tits on full avenue La Rioja, I started taking her again, she couldn't even talk, just enjoying herself.
When I looked up, an old man was watching the show, and I decided to penetrate that very tight ass again.
- Son of a slut... she shouted, pulling out her ass and opening her buttocks with her hand.
It was one of the most beautiful ejaculations a man can give a woman, we had sex for about an hour until I accelerated my thrusts, and she turned her face to me and said.
- I want you in my mouth.
I took her out and began to kneel down, starting to suck her wildly, without caring that it had come from her ass, I sucked her and was so hot that the milk choked her and left her coughing on the balcony...
It's night, I possessed her all night until I was tired of it, I couldn't close my ass because it was so dilated.
I didn't catch the sound in the sofa, she was sore but smiling, I prepared breakfast for her and took her to her bed.
Since then, we don't make love often, but she always calls me privately, her anal punisher, since I never leave her without leaving a bruise on her ass and although my girlfriend changed and my location changed. Every now and then, a message arrives that takes us to bed and reminds us of our forbidden lust.
Thanks to everyone and accompanying with photos of the slutty one in some provocative photos...
Since I moved to the capital several years ago, I have lived in different neighborhoods, Constitution, San Cristobal, Abasto, Once. A man like me moves for three simple reasons: the first is for a better place, the second is because he gets engaged and the bachelor's residence is a magnet for chicks, and the third is because an husband discovers us.
At that time, the move was to improve my relationship with my then-girlfriend, a beautiful girl who we moved to the Once neighborhood (La Rioja and Belgrano). The idea of moving was to have a free address from my liberal friends who could cause serious problems with a stable partner.
The building was a nice building that faced La Rioja street, had an average of 4 apartments per floor, between my work and hers we didn't have much time to get to know the neighbors and less to establish friendships. As it is clear in my previous accounts, I have a tendency towards BSDM, something I didn't share with my partner but there are things that even with our partners we keep aside.
Six months had passed since we moved when a change of shifts at the company where I worked allowed me to come home early.
I arrived home and had time to unwind for a bit from the world, go out for a little cycling which is my passion sport, on those outings one day I met my neighbor, a woman around 38/39 very well taken care of. During that week we would always cross paths in the elevator, I would go out for a bit of cycling and she would come down apparently to go running judging by her clothes.
As the days went by, it allowed us to exchange greetings and some words although the ice between us was very noticeable. One Saturday around 22hs I went downstairs to pick up an order from the delivery and to my surprise she came down dressed in a very Gothic aspect to which I dedicated a smile that surely she assumed as Sarcastic. - Are you going to the requiem? Ask with broad knowledge of the subject. She was surprised to see that I knew about the gothic atmosphere and said - I'm not going to the Harlequin theater. Do you know it? That opening conversation starter was vital but a trip in an elevator is not a passage to anyone's bed although it opens many doors and legs. When we got off the elevator, I said - If you see Juan Manuel, the photographer at the theater, tell him Pinky sends greetings. I went back home motivated by seeing my cute gothic neighbor girl, left the pizza, took my girlfriend against the wall, and filled her ass with cum just because of the motivation caused. Days passed and I couldn't see her again and apparently nothing would happen in this case, but sometimes chance favors a prepared mind and as every scout I am always ready. I was leaving the elevator when I felt someone crying on the stairs, it was my neighbor turned into tears wearing only a long Korn shirt that covered her ass five centimeters lower. - Are you okay? Asked arming myself to put myself at her height. - Yes, what's happening is that the door closed and I got stuck outside. She told me, starting her crying again. I looked at her eyes and said - Don't be sad, beautiful, I'll help you. Taking her hand and dedicating a comforting look, I guided her to my department's door. - What are you going to do? She said wiping away her tears. - Let's get my tools so I can open the door. She smiled, resting her head on my shoulders and accepted my invitation to enter. When she entered, she saw a wall of discs where my collection of Rammstein was displayed and understood why we knew the same places. I'm not organized in the strict sense of order, but if I have everything in its section and a photography bookshelf - Are you a photographer? She asked enthusiastically. Not exactly, I like taking pictures and as you'll see I have a good reflex camera but I wouldn't call myself a photographer. So I took my toolbox, my scissors to McGyver and a half-liter bottle of Coke and we went to her door. I look at the door, move it a bit to see if my idea would work and when we finished the Coke, I cut the packaging to open the door. She was observing the spectacle as if it were something from NASA and on the second attempt, the door handle yielded, opening up to her living room. Her living room was nice and tidy with wine-toned curtains, a sofa against the wall and a table with four chairs, on the table a pumpkin from Halloween and to my surprise, a dildo attached to the only chair that pointed at the TV playing the credits of what seemed like a good porn.
She entered almost running, took the toy with her hand, looked at me freezing that instant, took it and went to put it away, came back still nervous and sat down on the table, leaving the mark of the dildo which in my head defined that it had lubricant or well that my neighbor was playing before leaving.
Finished the work and post-morbid scene, I prepared to leave but before I could say anything she said:
- A beer?
- Yes, I don't mind none.
She came with a liter bottle and two glasses, wiped off the marks of the dildo with a coaster.
- What you saw, don't be scared emmmm. She looked at me nervously.
- Come on, we're adults, at least I know my neighbor isn't frigid.
We laughed and left laughing and letting go. That's how I got to know her better and our cold elevator greeting turned into a cheek kiss with additional caress on the other cheek. That night I said goodbye, my girlfriend would be coming back soon and I didn't want this moment to get ruined.
At home, I couldn't get the neighbor out of my mind watching porn and playing with her dildo, so my girlfriend always came prepared and saw it from the entrance. I moaned and screamed so loudly that she must have heard me at least halfway up the stairs; I had three that night without being able to get the neighbor out of my head.
A few days passed and we didn't cross paths again, almost a week later I entered the elevator and she come in with a triple A blister in my hand. She looks at me, laughs and greets me with a kiss, I look at her with the blister in my hand and can't take it and almost skidding I said to her - You're coming home hard because you went out to buy batteries at half past three. - It's not for nothing, I hear you having sex every night, she retorts. - Haha no, actually these are for TV, the other one has me stoked with batteries. She told me between laughs. When we were leaving each other to our depts., I said if you run out of batteries, let me know because it's not my only skill opening doors to beautiful neighbor ladies. At that instant we looked at each other but the sound of the door closing was inevitable, I couldn't help but think I'd slip and fall. I put some music on for myself and went to the computer and was surprised when I opened FaceBook had Martina's friendship invitation. We started chatting, more and more in a double sense and each one more incisive. She told me about her things, how she got into the gothic world, that she loved going to gothic clubs because she could wear corsets and miniskirts without anyone bothering her, we shared photos and so we were full-on chatting for a week. Passed the week my girlfriend had a trip with her mother to sell their property in Necochea so I'd be alone at home for a week. Even though I was dying to get it on with the neighbor, I didn't want to throw away the ball so close to home and rebound into evidence. It was already Thursday when the neighbor says - Save your batteries from my toy this week. - Why, don't you feel like playing with your toy? I said. - I always want to, but I love using it while you're having sex. - This week you're in luck, my girlfriend's not here so you can really motivate yourself with some Sasha Grey movie. Between emoticons and games we didn't talk about the beautiful Sasha Grey from her movies and how she heats up both men and women, and when I least expected it came the invitation. - Pinky, I have 2 stars left, would you like to see some movies and make me a photos? She told me. - It would be great, do you want me to bring something? - Look at yourself, you're the artist, I have some sets with what I'm going to the requiem. Prepare the camera, load the objectives and tripod and before leaving something in my mind said that had to take artillery, went to the count and grabbed a suitcase with cordons, musket balls, and things like that that I had to make rappel. When I rang the bell she opened dressed very gothic, black corset with red borders, skirt a little above the knees together and high-heeled shoes with at least 10 cm of heel. She looks at me, laughs, and I also did this time according to the situation with my Gothic attire. We open the first frame, we order pizza and went to buy more beer, more than one got a pinch, she was definitely very strong. When we arrived at her depto we moved the furniture and made a red curtain background, then the photos were coming out, short skirts, leather pants, vinyl, much seduction game and even more when in some shots her thong showed aureoles of being wet, that put me to the limit and beyond continuing to photograph my erection arrived at the limit. So they arrived at 1 AM and we finished taking pictures while looking at each other, drinking another beer together. At that moment she turned on the TV and put a porn inviting me to sit next to her head against my chest as we watched a medium sad film with Queen Grey. While Sasha was being possessed by mouth with one of those devices that don't let you close it, she started caressing me above the pantaloon, looked at me and said... - With reason, the girl screams, it's bigger than my toy and surely bigger than my boyfriend's. - So you have a boyfriend!!! . I replied surprised... - A promiscuous one from Recoleta who pays this depto, but as you've noticed, he doesn't attend to me like you do your girlfriend. Said this, she opened the zipper of my pantaloon and started sucking it, the first suck reached her throat, then the I licked her like she was a popsicle, I started to lift her skirt and in the position she was in, it gave me an angle to run her pearl thong which was shining because it was wet. She began to moan and in the middle of the caresses said looking at me with my eyes. - Take me like you take her... I want to know how it feels. I looked at her eyes and without hesitation pushed her onto the floor where I settled between her legs, she was so wet that it seemed like she had lubricant, but beyond this she was tight and responded to those first thrusts by clawing at me with her nails and letting herself be carried away. After a good while of a dance of hips I pulled out of her hot sex leaving her wanting more and I lifted her onto the couch leaving her legs open to my tongue, she could only scream... time passed and I enjoyed the prize of female ejaculation while she twisted saying you're a son of a slut... and I want to be your puta. That's how it went for a while when I positioned her feet on my shoulder and now I want to do your ass. I told her looking at her with my eyes. - Noooo, not here. She said with a face of a slut but already her sentence was dictated, my stubborn cock began to try to pierce her sphincter and she tried to persuade me that it was going to take the cum but there was no case by the third attempt I could pierce her and a dry cry ran through the room. She suffered every minute that the penetration lasted until finally our hips collided. At that moment I looked at her and said - Did you come? - Noooo, make me feel like she does. While with my hand I touched the word pussy. That's how I started a back-and-forth that made her see stars, she was screaming crying and asking for more, she wanted to feel herself flying, she wanted to be the one who heard every night. I fucked her ass until it lasted as long as the other actress in the porn did and filled her ass with cum that she couldn't retain. I layed down on the sofa for a while, looked at me and said - You broke my ass. I don't want any more. touch
- don't touch her, beautiful, I'll touch you... I'll answer.
Caring for it on the buttocks that protected that battered ass, I started eating her breasts again until a moan escaped, indicating it was time to take her again.
I didn't resist my desire for exposure and taking advantage of the heat, I took her to the balcony where showing her tits on full avenue La Rioja, I started taking her again, she couldn't even talk, just enjoying herself.
When I looked up, an old man was watching the show, and I decided to penetrate that very tight ass again.
- Son of a slut... she shouted, pulling out her ass and opening her buttocks with her hand.
It was one of the most beautiful ejaculations a man can give a woman, we had sex for about an hour until I accelerated my thrusts, and she turned her face to me and said.
- I want you in my mouth.
I took her out and began to kneel down, starting to suck her wildly, without caring that it had come from her ass, I sucked her and was so hot that the milk choked her and left her coughing on the balcony...
It's night, I possessed her all night until I was tired of it, I couldn't close my ass because it was so dilated.
I didn't catch the sound in the sofa, she was sore but smiling, I prepared breakfast for her and took her to her bed.
Since then, we don't make love often, but she always calls me privately, her anal punisher, since I never leave her without leaving a bruise on her ass and although my girlfriend changed and my location changed. Every now and then, a message arrives that takes us to bed and reminds us of our forbidden lust.
Thanks to everyone and accompanying with photos of the slutty one in some provocative photos...
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