MONEY

I barely had fifteen when I married Atilio, with the consent of my old folks because they had known him for some time and he had become deeply rooted in the family and they loved him like a son. It's needless to say that he was my first man, six years older than me, and we met through a mutual friend. He worked at an important company that provided cleaning services to other companies, such as industries, hotels, government departments. He basically participated in the teams that clean windows from outside buildings, those typically seen in movies and which inspired so many comedic scenes or action shots. Everything was going well between us, we were the perfect couple, when I turned twenty we were planning our first child, simply stopped caring, and a macabre twist of fate would change our lives forever. When that morning someone knocked on my door, I never imagined what I would hear, two colleagues from work would tell me that my husband had been in a severe accident, the safety systems had failed, he had fallen from a considerable height hitting several objects along the way... The next thing I remember is coming to after fainting, he was alive but too badly hurt from the impacts, it was a miracle he hadn't died. Atilio didn't come out of that accident very well, among other mishaps he hit his penis so badly that miraculously they didn't have to amputate it, leaving him totally impotent, without sensation, with severe sequelae in one leg, to the point of having to drag it and using a cane to move around. Imagine how long it took for him to recover from several fractures, hematomas, and contusions, they had to operate on him six times in different parts of his body. When everything was over, I concluded that I would be tied to a shadow of man, with deep psychological disturbances and almost permanent assistance, it was common for him to wake up screaming at night, sweating, anxious, crying, he was very strong and endured the permanent pains of his abused body. We adjusted over time, Atilio was very skilled with his tongue, fingers, even using toys, but I lacked something, couldn't help it, we both knew it, and for him being so young and having his sex life ended was simply devastating. The years were damaging our relationship, as a woman I couldn't stop yearning for a good cock inside me, and things got more complicated day by day, the love I felt for him mixed with pity to the point where I didn't know where I stood. Our economic situation was at its worst, Atilio had retired due to his permanent disability, the pay was miserable, and I spent too much time taking care of him, did some baking to earn a few pesos, but it was little and nothing. Don Enrique, the owner of the company where my husband had an accident, perhaps due to guilt and compassion would visit us every now and then, leaving Atilio administrative work he could do from home in exchange for some money. This old man, over sixty years old, after so many visits there was a bond between him and Atilio, they would talk about everything for hours. I got quite nervous because despite being quite plump I have a booty that's somewhat striking, and always felt the old man's eyes fixed on my body with a lecherous gaze. One evening, when trust was more than sufficient, we were in the kitchen, the three of us sitting down, and words came flowing, the following dialogue ensued: - That's how it is, my friend Atilio, all women are prostitutes, they all have their price - No, Don Enrique, not all, I don't agree - All, Atilio, all... more or less, they all chase after money No, no, my wife for example, she would never do that... I looked at Atilio with a hint of protest, why the hell did he have to get involved in the conversation, the old man's eyes pierced me, he didn't like challenges, pulled out his wallet and putting some bills on the table asked: - María, this money will be yours if you give me a good blow job - Who do you think I am? I'm not that kind of person... He put his hand in his wallet and threw more bills onto the table - And now? - No! I said no! You can put all the bills you want... The old man persisted, twice, Atilio and I looked at each other with doubts, it was really too much, how much we were missing, but I didn't want to give in. Finally don Enrique seemed tired and said while taking the money - Well, it seems like you're winning... But Atilio pressed on, supporting the base of his cane before the old man could pick it up - Fine, you win... We looked at each other with complicity, knowing why we were doing it, I led the old man to the bedroom while Atilio turned on the TV to isolate himself from the situation. I unzipped my pants, lowered the zipper and felt his bulge, really desperate to suck a good cock, and don Enrique did have a good cock... He sat on the bed and I knelt between his legs, his fine but long cock, extremely white, I brought it to my mouth, licked it, again and again, it felt so good! I didn't care that he was an old man, I had forgotten what it meant to be a man. I felt his flavor, caressed it, admired it, appreciated its long and fallen testicles, half an hour had passed, the old man's cock wasn't getting hard, in fact, it didn't even threaten to do so and I started to get tired, obviously I had lost the thrill of the beginning and was only looking for this to be over. Don Enrique noticing the situation gently pushed me away and said: - That's it dear, see? You're as slutty as anyone, I just wanted to try... That day was the door to that things would change, at the time I received a job proposal from the old man, as a secretary. I started working and the relationship was serious, we never spoke of that day, but slowly my relationship with my husband was cooling off, I met José Luis, son of Enrique, a forty-year-old with gray hair, I fell in love with that life, there was money, power, luxuries, little by little I built my crystal castle, allowed me to dream again, it became a hassle to go back home, the almost invalid was becoming more demanding, his jealousy grew and he became capricious. José Luis had become my objective, I was determined, no matter what the cost. One afternoon the old man called me to his office, father and son were sitting facing each other, desk in between, I stood in front of him, stuck to José Luis, the old man inquired, reminding me that evening... María... my son wants to know how much your Booty costs if it's for sale, of course... At all this, José Luis' hand was pressing hard on my left buttock, I pulled it out quickly feeling offended, both laughed loudly... The money began to fall onto the desk again, the same trick again, I'm not ashamed, I accepted again... Don Enrique retired, closing the door behind him, the forty-year-old was alone with me, I knew it was my chance, had to be very complacent, no matter what the cost... José Luis moved on his wheelchair, I stood still leaning against the desk, he felt himself putting himself behind me, I lifted my ass, I knew where I was going, his hands took hold of my buttocks firmly, let him lift my skirt, let him lower my nylon stockings, let him lower my underwear, let him play with my bare backside, let him for his tongue on my pussy, for my anus, only looked at the money on the desk. I surrendered to him, who stood behind me, holding me against the edge of the furniture, kissed my neck, my ear, turned my head slightly so that... My lips will reach theirs, I passed my hand back to caress the cock that was hard and menacing, at the same time, his hands had slipped under my blouse, under my bra, to squeeze my breasts with force, he bit me roughly on the shoulders, I felt excited, hot, so much time without having a hard cock inside me, deep inside, they would give me good money... The tip of his penis pressed against my sphincter, exercising sufficient pressure to break down my defenses, I relaxed, pushed back too, what a delight! I sighed in relief when he buried himself in my depth, moving inside me, entering and leaving, trying to contract my muscle to enjoy it to the maximum, stifling my moans that could reveal the situation outside the walls of the place. He took me by surprise changing positions, passed to my pussy that was melting like a piece of ice at the sun, I passed my hand under the thong to caress my clitoris with rhythm, I no longer remembered what it was like to have a good cock inside me, hard and hot, my pussy rewarded me with interminable orgasms provoked by that saber that penetrated very deeply, I couldn't help but scream when my clitoris exploded in pieces, throwing my torso down onto the desk, I was sweaty, disheveled, my ass left at his disposal, José Luis warning that I had enjoyed enough took the initiative again, went back to my asshole, burying it in one thrust, until the bottom, pulled it out and repeated it, only this time in my ring, and went back to my asshole, and to my ring, a thrust and changed positions, got excited, I loved it, from side to side, once and again, broke both orifices... Then he went back to his chair and made me go between his legs, I settled down like I had settled down at the feet of his father before, he made me suck him, this one was well hard, I liked licking him, he took my hair and played rhythmically in my mouth, only felt it entering and leaving, his taste... Hey, his firmness told me to stay calm, that he would let me know, it was a mistake, suddenly a tsunami of sperm flooded my throat, the horrible taste of his semen provoked an immediate rejection as I left his member at the same time as I spat out his cum on the floor. José Luis had no better idea than shooting his last shots onto my face, eyes, and nose... He was laughing macabrely while I cleaned up as best I could and rearranged my clothes... The next five years would mean a turnaround in my life, I forgot about Atilio, leaving him to his fate, I went to live with José Luis, got drunk on fame, money, power, was his wife, lived a new life, had the son I had always desired, gave myself the pleasures I had always deprived myself of, thought I was straightening out my life, until that morning... I arrived early at my husband's office, and when I opened the door, I surprised him with Penélope, one of our secretaries, who now occupied my place, kneeling at his feet and eating his cock, he tried to stop me from fleeing, but his low pants prevented me from reaching him, I ran through the office crying like a kid, sat alone, cornered, to drown my sorrows. Suddenly, a gentle hand rested on my head, when I looked up, I found the old man, don Enrique, who was already too old and barely able to control his body, running his rough fingers over the tears on my cheek, he said: - You didn't learn the lesson I told you long ago? All women are whores, all have their price...