This narrative is the continuation of Foxy de Bar that you can find published earlier on my profile. It's a story I've decided to publish in two parts because it was too long to explain well.
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After that first encounter with Alberto, where I got home without underwear and with a terrible fever, I knew I wanted to live the complete experience. I've never been one to take half-measures or live mediocre experiences.
«I need to feel it inside me,» I thought, unable to shake off the images of what we had lived just before, in that small storage room.
—Cari, I'm going to take a bubble bath. I've had a lot of trouble today at the store, and I need to relax,» I lied half-heartedly, because the truth is that I did need to relax.
I opened the hot water faucet, went into the bedroom, grabbed some clean underwear, a wide cotton shirt, and my vibrator from the nightstand. When I passed through the hallway, I hid it among the clothes. By the time I got to the bathroom, I locked the door, put on some music, and started undressing in front of the mirror above the bathtub.
Alberto had gotten me so turned on that even the reflection of my own body excited me. I couldn't help but, before getting into the water, reach out with one hand to my sex. That pussy which an hour earlier I had shown to Alberto with total abandon, and in which he had introduced two fingers inside.
«Relax, Olivia,» I scolded myself anxiously, withdrawing my hand from my swollen clitoris.
Not wasting any more time, I slowly got into the bathtub. The contact of the water with my vagina made me let out a brief and subtle sigh. I was so excited that any kind of stimulus, no matter how small, increased my fever.
I sat down and stretched out my long legs in the spacious bathtub. I caressed my breasts, and just at that moment, I started fantasizing.
I thought about Alberto. But this time we weren't... In that tacky little room, both of us remained naked on my bed, kissing... At that moment, I said fuck you to the vibrator, put it directly to maximum power, and brought it close to the entrance of my vagina. Then I pushed it gently, I like feeling my pussy slowly swallowing the thick comforter.
Damn, I love it, I thought, nothing more than my sex almost completely absorbing the toy.
I kept imagining myself on my bed with Alberto, seeing myself as a slutty while he was piercing my pussy.
I'm coming, I screamed internally after a few minutes, having to bite my palm almost until it bled not to scream. The orgasm is brutal, I feel like my legs start shaking, jolted by a strong spasm.
I closed my eyes, now if I listen to the music, I can recognize Robert Plant's unmistakable voice singing Whole Lotta Love. I think I fell asleep.
Suddenly something woke me up from paradise when I heard my husband's voice at the same time as he was knocking on the bathroom door.
Olivia, are you okay? he asked with a worried tone.
Yes. Now I'll get out, I said, getting up in the bathtub and opening it at the same time to clear myself.
The next morning I woke up feeling more relaxed. I went to work, although it was hard for me to concentrate when some customers came in and asked about products.
What's the difference between flower honey and oak honey? a man asks without stopping looking at my legs.
It costs me to react, my body is there next to that possible customer, but my mind is just twenty meters away, right in front of the bar.
Oak honey is much darker and has a more intense malt aroma, I respond with boredom.
I'm sure he hasn't listened to anything I've said, I can't help but think, as the man continues doing his thing, taking a long and torrid stroll along my thighs.
I'll take both, he responds, confirming it and leaving them on the counter.
I remember that tomorrow, it felt interminably heavy on me. When the closing time arrived at noon, I went to pick up the kids from school. The time I spent with them did me a lot of good, as it made me feel like I was walking again. Without stopping talking, we left together for lunch at home.
An hour later, I changed my clothes. After much thinking, I decided to put on a short black mini-skirt, a fitted white blouse, and black high-heeled shoes. I wore an exquisite set of lingerie that had never been worn before, along with stockings with lace trim on the thigh.
I left home half an hour earlier than usual, eager to see Alberto's face when he saw me enter like this at the bar. I wanted it to be empty at that time so no one would disturb our game. But when I finally crossed the door, I ran into reality. A couple of regular customers were taking a boring coffee, leaning on the bar. In the background, sports news was being broadcast on a TV hung from the wall.
'You look great today, Olivia,' Alberto said loudly.
I felt intimidated when one of the customers who should know my husband, as I had seen them talk and greet each other occasionally there, said: 'The one who's good is the one who dresses like that, no matter what she wears,' he said, looking at me directly in the eyes, as if waiting for my reaction.
'Thank you,' I only managed to say, not knowing very well to whom the gratitude was directed.
I sat down trying to hide my blush. I felt almost naked, noticing that three pairs of eyes were looking at me lustfully. The situation, despite pleasing me, made me feel a little intimidated.
It wasn't that I was dressed in a more daring or bold way than usual. The difference lay in the fact that I had dressed up like this to make the man who looked at me with desire, on the other side of the bar, happy. abandoning the bar finally.
—Goodbye, I'm leaving. It's time to work out. You're in good company, he said, referring to me, just before he left through the door.
—I'm also leaving, it's getting late, said the boy who had previously flirted with me.
—Come on Luis, have a good afternoon, Alberto bid him farewell.
I didn't say anything, looked away to avoid eye contact with the man. I felt embarrassed. I thought everyone could tell how horny I was from my face.
Then Alberto, sitting in front of me on the other side of the bar, said:
—You left me a real hornbag yesterday, he commented, unbuttoning a button on my shirt.
—It was your fault. You were the one who came to find me in the bathroom, I commented as I let him open my shirt a little more.
—Take off your bra,” he almost demanded.
I didn't say anything, but I did it anyway. Passing my hands over my back, I began to unfasten the clasp, then carefully pulled one of the straps off my shoulder and then the other. Once I had it in my hand, I put it in my purse.
I knew that since the shirt was so thin and white, it would be transparent on my breasts.
—You're ready to eat,” he said, insolently inserting his hand into the shirt and starting to fondle my large breasts.
—Your tits are beautiful,” he told me without stopping to play with them.
—I'm glad you like them,” I replied.
I remained silent, letting him manhandle me as he pleased. But at the same time, I was internally begging that no one else would enter the bar and catch me without a bra and with Alberto's hands on my breasts.
—Are you horny?” he asked.
—You made me very slutty yesterday,” I confessed, feeling a bit embarrassed.
—A little slutty, yes,” he said laughing.
—Just enough, it hasn't barked yet,” I added, following the joke.
—The truth is that I can't get the image of your pussy out of my head. Do you know that I'm going to fuck you? Really?” he asked without stopping to... pet me on the breast. I didn't answer, it was obvious that he knew I was going to fuck and it was even clearer that I was still more eager for it. He unbuttoned another button on my shirt, didn't say anything and kept spinning me around. --What have you come for? Olivia--, he asked suddenly. --To get a coffee--, I said pointing to the empty cup, trying to make something clear that wasn't as obvious as I wanted him to believe. --Why did you come today?-- he asked again while pinching my nipple. I tried to escape from this pinch but he didn't let me. By not responding, Alberto decided to squeeze harder, making a pincer with his fingers over my erect nipple. --What have you come for?--, he asked, forcing the situation more and more, also raising the tone of his voice. I let out a brief moan, probably motivated by that indescribable mixture of pain and pleasure in just the right dose. --I came to get fucked--, I screamed with desire. At that moment, I could see a triumphant smile forming on Alberto's face. He has me where he wants me, I thought. Then he unbuttoned another button on my shirt, leaving it completely open and exposing my ample breasts to anyone who might walk in at that hour. I hope no one enters. God, please don't let anyone see me like this, I almost pleaded inside myself for the first time in a long time. --Take off your shirt. Or don't you have ovaries?--, he challenged, looking me straight in the eye. I hesitated, feeling fear. I looked towards the door, it was early and not many people passed by on the street, but someone could still enter at any moment, and if that happened, I would die of embarrassment. I took off my shirt, saw my reflection in the mirror behind the bar. I look like a foxy from the bar, I thought dead with fear. He noticed my fear. --Do you imagine someone coming in and seeing you like this, like a slut with your tits out?--, he said, enjoying my embarrassment. --Close the bar and let's go downstairs--, I said looking at him now straight into his eyes. --And for what?-- Do you want to come down? -- he asked slowly.
-- So that you can screw me -- I recognized.
-- Are you afraid your husband will find out how much of a slut you are? -- he asked.
-- Yes, I'm afraid everyone will know how slutty I am -- I replied.
-- Do you think they don't already know? You only have to look at my face to see what kind of person I am -- he said humbly to me.
I'm being called a slut and the worst part is that I love it, I thought, getting horny like a slut.
Then Alberto took his hand off my breasts, got out from behind the bar, and locked the door.
-- Let's go downstairs. I'll give you what you've come for -- he said just before starting to descend the narrow stairs.
I followed him behind, like a sheep going to the slaughterhouse.
I was amazed at Alberto's confidence. He knew that even in his best dreams, he wouldn't have imagined being able to fuck a woman like me without a condom, but he behaved as if he were doing me a favor.
Then he opened the small storage room he used to store drinks, turned on the light, and said:
-- Come in, this is the presidential suite for whores like you.
I entered, remembering what had happened the day before in that small hiding place while my husband was waiting for me upstairs.
-- Let's hurry, undress -- he urged me.
He started taking off his pants, I imitated him, lowered the zipper on my skirt, and took it off. When I finished, he was already completely naked.
I liked his body, despite not having any exercise in his life, he was thin and fibrous. Although he didn't have much to do with the kind of men who usually hit me up daily at the gym. I admit that his body attracted me.
At that moment, he was trying to pick up a heavy beer barrel from behind me. His ass looked like the sexiest thing in this world. He put the voluminous barrel against the wall. I was still wearing my thong, stockings, and shoes.
-- This isn't... more comfortable in the world --, he warned me with a smile. -- But it can serve to try to make you have a good time --, he said as if the reason for being there was my only pleasure.
-- And you? Are you not going to have fun? --, I asked moving closer to him.
Albert smiled morbidly, and I took advantage of that moment to get down on my knees in front of him. Then I finally grabbed that cock I had been wanting so much, looked at it with hunger and delight. It's very hard, I thought as if I had doubted it at some point.
It was something longer than normal, but without a doubt, what caught my attention the most was its thickness. I loved that.
-- Do you like it? --, he asked me right in the face with a sneering smile on his lips.
-- I love it. If you know how to use it well, I'm sure you'll make me die of pleasure --, I replied, raising the temperature in the room.
I started to masturbate it almost glued to my face. I loved its texture, but above all, the manly smell it emitted. I opened my mouth eagerly, I love giving oral sex to a guy.
He closed his eyes, pressing his back against the wall, as he let out a deep and long sigh. Then he said:
-- Damn, you suck it well.
-- Do you like how I do it? --, I said, taking it out of my mouth and starting to lick his hard testicles.
-- Come here --, he said with a gesture for me to get up --I want to see you well before I screw you --, he added.
I showed myself in front of him, looking directly at his face. I love noticing the sensations caused by my naked body when it is observed by a man. I saw all the desire ignited in his clear eyes.
-- What a woman! You're bursting with good! --, he exclaimed almost simultaneously with me putting my face against the wall --What a great ass you have! --, he added as he was caressing my round and prominent buttocks --Have they ever put it up your ass before? --, he asked morbidly.
-- Yes --, I replied, letting myself be handled.
-- Do you like being screwed in the ass? Promiscuous --, he said, slapping one of my cheeks.
-- I love it --, I replied. Fat loss. —Are you going to let me try this big one? —she asked. —Yes —I said smiling—But not today, when we're in a more comfortable place and have time, I promise you'll get Olivia on the menu —I added. —Olivia on the menu means you can enjoy me as you please —I confirmed her reasonable doubts. Then Alberto got down on his knees, pressed his face against my ass, sticking his tongue between my tight cheeks. He started licking. That convinced me that I had chosen the right man. 'God, it's killing me with pleasure,' I thought as I felt the tip of his tongue on my anus. But my pleasure and all the excitement I was feeling only increased when I felt one of his hands caressing my needy pussy. He started touching my sex expertly, not stopping to lick my ass at the same time. In that position, I had the first orgasm of the afternoon. —Oh God, what a delight —I exclaimed out of breath, as I tensed my body and held onto the wall, just as my legs began to tremble. —What a pleasure your asshole is —he said, giving me another slap and standing up. —And you have a wonderful tongue —I couldn't help but respond. —Get your ass back a bit, I'm not reaching, you're too tall for me —he said, referring to my height. Then I moved away from the wall a bit, lowering my hip slightly. He grabbed that cock I had sucked so eagerly and searched with his glans for the entrance of my vagina. I love feeling how they ram it in, noticing how in a second my vagina opens up, dilates, adapting perfectly to the thickness of a hard and fat cock. —Since you showed me your asshole yesterday, I've been thinking about nothing but screwing it, you're like an obsession. I didn't respond, I love being screwed hard, and even more so if they talk dirty or offensively to me. I'm too morbid to enjoy sexual relationships, probably Conventional. Every day I'm more demanding with the men I use as lovers.
Alberto began to move savagely inside me, so strong and fast that I thought he wouldn't take long to come. But both his physical resistance and his ability not to precipitate his orgasm surprised me gratefully. He gave me enough of what I had come for, and what I needed so much.
He must have been exhausted, because when he took me out of him, his breathing was very agitated. Then he sat down on the beer barrel that was there, next to the wall.
Come, now fuck me, he said with still-agitated breathing.
I put myself in front of him, then I grabbed his cock and inserted the tip without difficulty, after which I let myself fall slowly, sitting slowly astride him. Feeling every centimeter of that cock penetrating my pussy made me lose all perception.
I remained quiet and frozen, with his cock inserted to the bottom. Then I started kissing him. It was a delight to feel that tongue playing with mine, while his lips sucked on mine.
He began to suck my tits first with great delicacy, but then he gradually increased the intensity until there came a moment when, out of pleasure, I instinctively held him by his head, pressing it against me as if I wanted to make that moment eternal. Leaving him prisoner forever between my breasts. Then he started kissing me perilously on the neck.
Don't give me any blowjobs, I warned with my eyes closed.
It wasn't the first time a man had given me a blowjob on the neck or even on the tits, and then I had to hide it from my husband for a couple of days, disguising it with makeup.
What's wrong with your cock? he said suddenly.
There's no danger that I know of, it has never bitten anyone, I joked, starting to move faster over him.
I don't want to get attached, that's what I meant, he commented seriously.
I started moving more and more quickly, wanting to make him enjoy this pussy of mine. He admired him so much. —Is this what you were looking for?— he asked, out of his mind. —Siiií… I was looking for your cock. Keep going, please, you'll make me run again—, I warned, closing my eyes. —Run, foxy, if your husband doesn't know how to make you run, I'll fuck you whenever you want—, he yelled obscenely out of his mind. —I'm running! Oh, how much I love it!— I screamed, arriving at orgasm for the second time. Then I stayed quiet and we gave each other another long kiss until I slowly regained my serenity and calm, which Alberto had made me lose. —How do you want to come?— I asked, trying to please him now. —Suck it—, he responded briefly, pulling me up to make me stand. I knelt in front of him, the cock was slippery and greasy like a slithery eel. Probably due to my own vaginal fluids. I passed it over my face and then started sucking it with real longing. I wanted to give him the best blow job he'd ever had. But he didn't let me finish. —Give me your mouth—, he yelled like a possessed person. I obeyed and put it back in my mouth just in time to feel the first semen discharge flooding my palate. —I'm coming Olivia. Take slut, take my cum—, he shouted, grabbing my head. I opened my mouth and let him pour all his come over my breasts. Since I never swallow semen. Suddenly I returned to reality and looked at my watch on my wrist, it was already more than thirty minutes past the opening time of the store. —Damn, what a late hour!—, I exclaimed, exhausted. —Now you remember the store?—, he said, winking at me. I didn't respond, went to the bathroom and cleaned up as best I could the copious come that had fallen on my breasts. Then I looked in the mirror and discovered with annoyance two huge hickeys on my neck. Later I returned to the room Alberto used as a storage room. But he wasn't there anymore, I heard him opening the street door trap. Not even he waited for me to finish getting dressed, I thought. Angry. I dressed in a hurry and a minute later I went up the stairs to the bar. --Don't you give me a kiss?--, he said, coming closer to me again when I was about to leave the small establishment. --I remind you that I'm a married woman, and people can see us from the street--, I replied smiling. --Now you remember you're married?--, he asked, sticking to me and giving me a short kiss that made me shiver inside again. --Come on, you've matured now! What are you going to arrive late...--, he said as he gave me another strong slap on one of my buttocks. Without saying anything, I left as quickly as I could from there. Then I crossed the street and opened the store, with a smile on my lips that I couldn't get rid of all afternoon. Thanks for your reading, a kiss.
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After that first encounter with Alberto, where I got home without underwear and with a terrible fever, I knew I wanted to live the complete experience. I've never been one to take half-measures or live mediocre experiences.
«I need to feel it inside me,» I thought, unable to shake off the images of what we had lived just before, in that small storage room.
—Cari, I'm going to take a bubble bath. I've had a lot of trouble today at the store, and I need to relax,» I lied half-heartedly, because the truth is that I did need to relax.
I opened the hot water faucet, went into the bedroom, grabbed some clean underwear, a wide cotton shirt, and my vibrator from the nightstand. When I passed through the hallway, I hid it among the clothes. By the time I got to the bathroom, I locked the door, put on some music, and started undressing in front of the mirror above the bathtub.
Alberto had gotten me so turned on that even the reflection of my own body excited me. I couldn't help but, before getting into the water, reach out with one hand to my sex. That pussy which an hour earlier I had shown to Alberto with total abandon, and in which he had introduced two fingers inside.
«Relax, Olivia,» I scolded myself anxiously, withdrawing my hand from my swollen clitoris.
Not wasting any more time, I slowly got into the bathtub. The contact of the water with my vagina made me let out a brief and subtle sigh. I was so excited that any kind of stimulus, no matter how small, increased my fever.
I sat down and stretched out my long legs in the spacious bathtub. I caressed my breasts, and just at that moment, I started fantasizing.
I thought about Alberto. But this time we weren't... In that tacky little room, both of us remained naked on my bed, kissing... At that moment, I said fuck you to the vibrator, put it directly to maximum power, and brought it close to the entrance of my vagina. Then I pushed it gently, I like feeling my pussy slowly swallowing the thick comforter.
Damn, I love it, I thought, nothing more than my sex almost completely absorbing the toy.
I kept imagining myself on my bed with Alberto, seeing myself as a slutty while he was piercing my pussy.
I'm coming, I screamed internally after a few minutes, having to bite my palm almost until it bled not to scream. The orgasm is brutal, I feel like my legs start shaking, jolted by a strong spasm.
I closed my eyes, now if I listen to the music, I can recognize Robert Plant's unmistakable voice singing Whole Lotta Love. I think I fell asleep.
Suddenly something woke me up from paradise when I heard my husband's voice at the same time as he was knocking on the bathroom door.
Olivia, are you okay? he asked with a worried tone.
Yes. Now I'll get out, I said, getting up in the bathtub and opening it at the same time to clear myself.
The next morning I woke up feeling more relaxed. I went to work, although it was hard for me to concentrate when some customers came in and asked about products.
What's the difference between flower honey and oak honey? a man asks without stopping looking at my legs.
It costs me to react, my body is there next to that possible customer, but my mind is just twenty meters away, right in front of the bar.
Oak honey is much darker and has a more intense malt aroma, I respond with boredom.
I'm sure he hasn't listened to anything I've said, I can't help but think, as the man continues doing his thing, taking a long and torrid stroll along my thighs.
I'll take both, he responds, confirming it and leaving them on the counter.
I remember that tomorrow, it felt interminably heavy on me. When the closing time arrived at noon, I went to pick up the kids from school. The time I spent with them did me a lot of good, as it made me feel like I was walking again. Without stopping talking, we left together for lunch at home.
An hour later, I changed my clothes. After much thinking, I decided to put on a short black mini-skirt, a fitted white blouse, and black high-heeled shoes. I wore an exquisite set of lingerie that had never been worn before, along with stockings with lace trim on the thigh.
I left home half an hour earlier than usual, eager to see Alberto's face when he saw me enter like this at the bar. I wanted it to be empty at that time so no one would disturb our game. But when I finally crossed the door, I ran into reality. A couple of regular customers were taking a boring coffee, leaning on the bar. In the background, sports news was being broadcast on a TV hung from the wall.
'You look great today, Olivia,' Alberto said loudly.
I felt intimidated when one of the customers who should know my husband, as I had seen them talk and greet each other occasionally there, said: 'The one who's good is the one who dresses like that, no matter what she wears,' he said, looking at me directly in the eyes, as if waiting for my reaction.
'Thank you,' I only managed to say, not knowing very well to whom the gratitude was directed.
I sat down trying to hide my blush. I felt almost naked, noticing that three pairs of eyes were looking at me lustfully. The situation, despite pleasing me, made me feel a little intimidated.
It wasn't that I was dressed in a more daring or bold way than usual. The difference lay in the fact that I had dressed up like this to make the man who looked at me with desire, on the other side of the bar, happy. abandoning the bar finally.
—Goodbye, I'm leaving. It's time to work out. You're in good company, he said, referring to me, just before he left through the door.
—I'm also leaving, it's getting late, said the boy who had previously flirted with me.
—Come on Luis, have a good afternoon, Alberto bid him farewell.
I didn't say anything, looked away to avoid eye contact with the man. I felt embarrassed. I thought everyone could tell how horny I was from my face.
Then Alberto, sitting in front of me on the other side of the bar, said:
—You left me a real hornbag yesterday, he commented, unbuttoning a button on my shirt.
—It was your fault. You were the one who came to find me in the bathroom, I commented as I let him open my shirt a little more.
—Take off your bra,” he almost demanded.
I didn't say anything, but I did it anyway. Passing my hands over my back, I began to unfasten the clasp, then carefully pulled one of the straps off my shoulder and then the other. Once I had it in my hand, I put it in my purse.
I knew that since the shirt was so thin and white, it would be transparent on my breasts.
—You're ready to eat,” he said, insolently inserting his hand into the shirt and starting to fondle my large breasts.
—Your tits are beautiful,” he told me without stopping to play with them.
—I'm glad you like them,” I replied.
I remained silent, letting him manhandle me as he pleased. But at the same time, I was internally begging that no one else would enter the bar and catch me without a bra and with Alberto's hands on my breasts.
—Are you horny?” he asked.
—You made me very slutty yesterday,” I confessed, feeling a bit embarrassed.
—A little slutty, yes,” he said laughing.
—Just enough, it hasn't barked yet,” I added, following the joke.
—The truth is that I can't get the image of your pussy out of my head. Do you know that I'm going to fuck you? Really?” he asked without stopping to... pet me on the breast. I didn't answer, it was obvious that he knew I was going to fuck and it was even clearer that I was still more eager for it. He unbuttoned another button on my shirt, didn't say anything and kept spinning me around. --What have you come for? Olivia--, he asked suddenly. --To get a coffee--, I said pointing to the empty cup, trying to make something clear that wasn't as obvious as I wanted him to believe. --Why did you come today?-- he asked again while pinching my nipple. I tried to escape from this pinch but he didn't let me. By not responding, Alberto decided to squeeze harder, making a pincer with his fingers over my erect nipple. --What have you come for?--, he asked, forcing the situation more and more, also raising the tone of his voice. I let out a brief moan, probably motivated by that indescribable mixture of pain and pleasure in just the right dose. --I came to get fucked--, I screamed with desire. At that moment, I could see a triumphant smile forming on Alberto's face. He has me where he wants me, I thought. Then he unbuttoned another button on my shirt, leaving it completely open and exposing my ample breasts to anyone who might walk in at that hour. I hope no one enters. God, please don't let anyone see me like this, I almost pleaded inside myself for the first time in a long time. --Take off your shirt. Or don't you have ovaries?--, he challenged, looking me straight in the eye. I hesitated, feeling fear. I looked towards the door, it was early and not many people passed by on the street, but someone could still enter at any moment, and if that happened, I would die of embarrassment. I took off my shirt, saw my reflection in the mirror behind the bar. I look like a foxy from the bar, I thought dead with fear. He noticed my fear. --Do you imagine someone coming in and seeing you like this, like a slut with your tits out?--, he said, enjoying my embarrassment. --Close the bar and let's go downstairs--, I said looking at him now straight into his eyes. --And for what?-- Do you want to come down? -- he asked slowly.
-- So that you can screw me -- I recognized.
-- Are you afraid your husband will find out how much of a slut you are? -- he asked.
-- Yes, I'm afraid everyone will know how slutty I am -- I replied.
-- Do you think they don't already know? You only have to look at my face to see what kind of person I am -- he said humbly to me.
I'm being called a slut and the worst part is that I love it, I thought, getting horny like a slut.
Then Alberto took his hand off my breasts, got out from behind the bar, and locked the door.
-- Let's go downstairs. I'll give you what you've come for -- he said just before starting to descend the narrow stairs.
I followed him behind, like a sheep going to the slaughterhouse.
I was amazed at Alberto's confidence. He knew that even in his best dreams, he wouldn't have imagined being able to fuck a woman like me without a condom, but he behaved as if he were doing me a favor.
Then he opened the small storage room he used to store drinks, turned on the light, and said:
-- Come in, this is the presidential suite for whores like you.
I entered, remembering what had happened the day before in that small hiding place while my husband was waiting for me upstairs.
-- Let's hurry, undress -- he urged me.
He started taking off his pants, I imitated him, lowered the zipper on my skirt, and took it off. When I finished, he was already completely naked.
I liked his body, despite not having any exercise in his life, he was thin and fibrous. Although he didn't have much to do with the kind of men who usually hit me up daily at the gym. I admit that his body attracted me.
At that moment, he was trying to pick up a heavy beer barrel from behind me. His ass looked like the sexiest thing in this world. He put the voluminous barrel against the wall. I was still wearing my thong, stockings, and shoes.
-- This isn't... more comfortable in the world --, he warned me with a smile. -- But it can serve to try to make you have a good time --, he said as if the reason for being there was my only pleasure.
-- And you? Are you not going to have fun? --, I asked moving closer to him.
Albert smiled morbidly, and I took advantage of that moment to get down on my knees in front of him. Then I finally grabbed that cock I had been wanting so much, looked at it with hunger and delight. It's very hard, I thought as if I had doubted it at some point.
It was something longer than normal, but without a doubt, what caught my attention the most was its thickness. I loved that.
-- Do you like it? --, he asked me right in the face with a sneering smile on his lips.
-- I love it. If you know how to use it well, I'm sure you'll make me die of pleasure --, I replied, raising the temperature in the room.
I started to masturbate it almost glued to my face. I loved its texture, but above all, the manly smell it emitted. I opened my mouth eagerly, I love giving oral sex to a guy.
He closed his eyes, pressing his back against the wall, as he let out a deep and long sigh. Then he said:
-- Damn, you suck it well.
-- Do you like how I do it? --, I said, taking it out of my mouth and starting to lick his hard testicles.
-- Come here --, he said with a gesture for me to get up --I want to see you well before I screw you --, he added.
I showed myself in front of him, looking directly at his face. I love noticing the sensations caused by my naked body when it is observed by a man. I saw all the desire ignited in his clear eyes.
-- What a woman! You're bursting with good! --, he exclaimed almost simultaneously with me putting my face against the wall --What a great ass you have! --, he added as he was caressing my round and prominent buttocks --Have they ever put it up your ass before? --, he asked morbidly.
-- Yes --, I replied, letting myself be handled.
-- Do you like being screwed in the ass? Promiscuous --, he said, slapping one of my cheeks.
-- I love it --, I replied. Fat loss. —Are you going to let me try this big one? —she asked. —Yes —I said smiling—But not today, when we're in a more comfortable place and have time, I promise you'll get Olivia on the menu —I added. —Olivia on the menu means you can enjoy me as you please —I confirmed her reasonable doubts. Then Alberto got down on his knees, pressed his face against my ass, sticking his tongue between my tight cheeks. He started licking. That convinced me that I had chosen the right man. 'God, it's killing me with pleasure,' I thought as I felt the tip of his tongue on my anus. But my pleasure and all the excitement I was feeling only increased when I felt one of his hands caressing my needy pussy. He started touching my sex expertly, not stopping to lick my ass at the same time. In that position, I had the first orgasm of the afternoon. —Oh God, what a delight —I exclaimed out of breath, as I tensed my body and held onto the wall, just as my legs began to tremble. —What a pleasure your asshole is —he said, giving me another slap and standing up. —And you have a wonderful tongue —I couldn't help but respond. —Get your ass back a bit, I'm not reaching, you're too tall for me —he said, referring to my height. Then I moved away from the wall a bit, lowering my hip slightly. He grabbed that cock I had sucked so eagerly and searched with his glans for the entrance of my vagina. I love feeling how they ram it in, noticing how in a second my vagina opens up, dilates, adapting perfectly to the thickness of a hard and fat cock. —Since you showed me your asshole yesterday, I've been thinking about nothing but screwing it, you're like an obsession. I didn't respond, I love being screwed hard, and even more so if they talk dirty or offensively to me. I'm too morbid to enjoy sexual relationships, probably Conventional. Every day I'm more demanding with the men I use as lovers.
Alberto began to move savagely inside me, so strong and fast that I thought he wouldn't take long to come. But both his physical resistance and his ability not to precipitate his orgasm surprised me gratefully. He gave me enough of what I had come for, and what I needed so much.
He must have been exhausted, because when he took me out of him, his breathing was very agitated. Then he sat down on the beer barrel that was there, next to the wall.
Come, now fuck me, he said with still-agitated breathing.
I put myself in front of him, then I grabbed his cock and inserted the tip without difficulty, after which I let myself fall slowly, sitting slowly astride him. Feeling every centimeter of that cock penetrating my pussy made me lose all perception.
I remained quiet and frozen, with his cock inserted to the bottom. Then I started kissing him. It was a delight to feel that tongue playing with mine, while his lips sucked on mine.
He began to suck my tits first with great delicacy, but then he gradually increased the intensity until there came a moment when, out of pleasure, I instinctively held him by his head, pressing it against me as if I wanted to make that moment eternal. Leaving him prisoner forever between my breasts. Then he started kissing me perilously on the neck.
Don't give me any blowjobs, I warned with my eyes closed.
It wasn't the first time a man had given me a blowjob on the neck or even on the tits, and then I had to hide it from my husband for a couple of days, disguising it with makeup.
What's wrong with your cock? he said suddenly.
There's no danger that I know of, it has never bitten anyone, I joked, starting to move faster over him.
I don't want to get attached, that's what I meant, he commented seriously.
I started moving more and more quickly, wanting to make him enjoy this pussy of mine. He admired him so much. —Is this what you were looking for?— he asked, out of his mind. —Siiií… I was looking for your cock. Keep going, please, you'll make me run again—, I warned, closing my eyes. —Run, foxy, if your husband doesn't know how to make you run, I'll fuck you whenever you want—, he yelled obscenely out of his mind. —I'm running! Oh, how much I love it!— I screamed, arriving at orgasm for the second time. Then I stayed quiet and we gave each other another long kiss until I slowly regained my serenity and calm, which Alberto had made me lose. —How do you want to come?— I asked, trying to please him now. —Suck it—, he responded briefly, pulling me up to make me stand. I knelt in front of him, the cock was slippery and greasy like a slithery eel. Probably due to my own vaginal fluids. I passed it over my face and then started sucking it with real longing. I wanted to give him the best blow job he'd ever had. But he didn't let me finish. —Give me your mouth—, he yelled like a possessed person. I obeyed and put it back in my mouth just in time to feel the first semen discharge flooding my palate. —I'm coming Olivia. Take slut, take my cum—, he shouted, grabbing my head. I opened my mouth and let him pour all his come over my breasts. Since I never swallow semen. Suddenly I returned to reality and looked at my watch on my wrist, it was already more than thirty minutes past the opening time of the store. —Damn, what a late hour!—, I exclaimed, exhausted. —Now you remember the store?—, he said, winking at me. I didn't respond, went to the bathroom and cleaned up as best I could the copious come that had fallen on my breasts. Then I looked in the mirror and discovered with annoyance two huge hickeys on my neck. Later I returned to the room Alberto used as a storage room. But he wasn't there anymore, I heard him opening the street door trap. Not even he waited for me to finish getting dressed, I thought. Angry. I dressed in a hurry and a minute later I went up the stairs to the bar. --Don't you give me a kiss?--, he said, coming closer to me again when I was about to leave the small establishment. --I remind you that I'm a married woman, and people can see us from the street--, I replied smiling. --Now you remember you're married?--, he asked, sticking to me and giving me a short kiss that made me shiver inside again. --Come on, you've matured now! What are you going to arrive late...--, he said as he gave me another strong slap on one of my buttocks. Without saying anything, I left as quickly as I could from there. Then I crossed the street and opened the store, with a smile on my lips that I couldn't get rid of all afternoon. Thanks for your reading, a kiss.
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