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The Swiss model–Lu. Wake up, daughter. Lu, it's already midday, breakfast is ready. ¡Luuuuuu!

My father always took care of waking me up every morning since I was a little girl. He was the first person I heard and saw. That day his voice appeared between my dreams. I wanted to open my eyes, but my body felt heavy, totally exhausted, and my head was spinning. I didn't remember what had happened the night before and I didn't really want to know, I just wanted to get up and eat with my father.

His voice started to become clearer for me, like sunbeams penetrating my windows.

My eyes slowly opened, everything I saw was blurry, it took me around a minute to look clearly. When I did, I got a surprise that left me frozen and speechless, one that made me remember almost everything that had happened the night before suddenly. I had celebrated my birthday party, my friends, some acquaintances, and my boyfriend were there, plus my father, Cristina, who was his friend and colleague from work, and Timeo.

This last and unexpected guest was a Swiss model who would be working with my father. He was going to be the face of one of our products. Since he arrived that same night and it was my birthday, my father didn't have time to book a hotel room for him, so he invited him to stay over at home.

At first, I didn't like the idea of having a stranger at my birthday party because I felt he was out of place and uncomfortable. However, when I saw him arrive, I changed my mind, my furrowed brow disappeared from my face because he would give my party a glamorous and special touch. My friends were going to die of envy while also wetting their panties over that Swiss model. I have to admit that I was the first to get wet pants, having him so close. Even though I had a boyfriend, I couldn't take my eyes off him and tell my body not to react. Before such an attractive man as he was, with a very masculine face for his age and perfect. His hazelnut-colored eyes reminded me of those of a feline and transmitted maturity to me; his well-worked body made me tremble, I could see his well-defined abs through his thin shirt, just like his hard and firm pectorals. He made my boyfriend's figure at that moment seem totally unattractive to me. I didn't have anything against Emilio, but if I put him up against Timeo, obviously in terms of physical appearance, no matter how much I wanted my boyfriend, the Swiss would win, besides making me hot, much more with that mouth.

Despite the airs of a show-off that he exuded, Timeo was very kind and simple, I suppose that arrogant and mature attitude he displayed was just part of his job. Having him in front of me, I didn't know what to say, I could only stammer out words without any sense; he smiled and gave me a cheek kiss, congratulating me on my birthday. Never in my 22 years had I felt my body burn the way it did with that Swiss man, in fact, I noticed that my vagina had turned into a stream.

Timeo kept surprising me, as after greeting me, he asked my father what he could help with. My father told him not to worry about anything and go relax, but he insisted on wanting to help, justifying himself by saying that they must have been delayed in some tasks because of going to look for him. He wasn't wrong and in fact, that was exactly what had me in a bad mood when he arrived, since we had lost valuable time to finish the decoration because they had to go looking for him.

It was no longer just physically that he was superior to Emilio, but also humanly and servicially, as he didn't hesitate to help with whatever needed doing and always gave a smile; my boyfriend on the other hand, would have to beg me to help and in fact refused to give me a hand with the decoration, arguing that he was very tired. At that moment... Lying in my bed, sleeping, while Timeo, who was a stranger, ran back and forth to make everything perfect. I felt strange being next to the Swiss guy, my heart was racing, my hands were sweating more than usual and my entire body seemed to shiver just with his presence. Was there really a boy so perfect?, I wondered as the guests arrived at the party and he helped in the kitchen.– 'Lu. Lu, I'm talking to you. Lucrecia!'my friend Amber screamed, pulling me out of my internal world and making me realize that all my friends were already at my house. Selena, Fátima, Devora, and Rut, they were my friends I had made in university, on the other hand Amber was my best friend, I knew her since childhood, even I could categorize her as the sister I never had.Finally wake up, Lu. You seemed to be in a cloud, do you think of giving your flower to Emilio?interpolated with a certain sauciness, Fátima.Don't say stupid things, FátimaAmber interrupted, annoyingly,Relax, Amber. Don't get too excited.Rut expressed with a smile, trying to hold back laughter.It's that I bothered Lu about her virginityAmber manifested, no longer in a serious tone, but rather more relaxed.–“Is she a virgin?-I heard suddenly behind me, that voice made my hairs stand on end and a chill run down my back. My heart started beating strongly again and I began to breathe rapidly, slowly turning around at the same time as my friends opened their mouths and their pupils dilated.

When my eyes met Timeo, I shuddered again. I wanted the earth to open up and swallow me, I couldn't bear the shame that he had heard I was a virgin. My friends, on the other hand, were drooling and hot like me when they first appreciated that Swiss guy. All of them tried to say something, but couldn't, their tongues were tied. Lowering my gaze, I gathered my courage and told him not to believe the nonsense my friends were saying.

Evidently, the girls didn't take long to jump into jealousy mode where he was. Each one tried to seduce him and strangely, this annoyed me. It didn't make sense for me to get jealous, since I barely knew that boy who wasn't even 25 years old, not mentioning that I already had a boyfriend, who was just meters away, chatting with his friends. I tried to ignore my friends, who were single, some of them might have been dating someone, but nothing serious.

I approached where Emilio was, so I could forget about Timeo, however, my boyfriend had a somewhat hostile and distant attitude towards me. I thought he was jealous because he saw me melting over that Swiss model, but it seemed like he was worried about something else. There was a moment when he left me alone chatting with the guys, even though I tried to follow him, Israel, Mateo, Giovanni, and Eric surrounded me to keep me away from Emilio. Something that came in handy, since I needed to stop thinking about Timeo first.

I started drinking like crazy, I'm not lying when I say that in just 10 minutes I was completely drunk. The moment of the cake arrived and I remember that at that precise instant, I searched for desperately for Emilio but I didn't see him, even I made a comment to dad asking where he was, nevertheless, my father didn't know and got upset, because he couldn't believe that the very bastard who hadn't contributed anything to my birthday, wasn't present at that moment.

I on my part, kept thinking that my boyfriend had gotten angry with me for having desired Timeo. I blew out the candles, asking as a wish that Emilio would forgive me, then there's a mental gap. The only thing that comes to my head are some screams, sobs, but no concrete image or word that makes me aware of what happened before I committed that madness.–‘Lu, let's have breakfast. I've got the toast ready, also prepared my daughter's favorite juice and smoothie’-My father expressed himself, opening the door.  Panic seized me once again and left me paralyzed, I didn't know how to explain it to my father with the image he would find. Without looking at him because I couldn't turn around from fear and shame, I felt like my father suddenly closed the door and asked for forgiveness for entering without knocking. That dad wasn't angry should have relieved me but closing the door had woken up Timeo. Seeing that model open his eyes and look at me with innocence made my heart pound.  It was the first time the first face I saw when waking up wasn't my father's, but a guy who was a year older than me and was lying in the same bed as me, completely naked. I didn't know what to say, the guilt of being unfaithful to Emilio was suffocating me, I couldn't bear the idea of having given my virginity to a stranger, who after staring at me fixedly smiled and gently brought his lips to mine, touching them with tenderness.  He was so gentle even when kissing, although clearly, last night wasn't very affectionate, both of us entered my room driven by lust. The faint light of the moon and stars peeked through the window, while he held me down and wrapped his large hands around my prominent ass, at the same time as his tongue fought with mine. I had never been kissed so fervently before, it made my pussy suffer from spasms and yearned to be penetrated.  Even though my mouth smelled of alcohol, the fresh vanilla flavor of him prevailed and made our lustful fight more delicious and addictive. I was clawing at his head with my nails, pulling his soft and silky hair with my fingers, at the same time as I squeezed his hips with my legs. At that moment, I had all my underwear soaked by the juices I had released for that majestic boy and more when I perceived that between his legs, he hid an enormous tool.

Our lips parted, so that the two of us could take in some air for those three or five seconds. I noticed how with his eyes he was undressing me and planning in his head every one of the things he was going to do to me on my bed. The idea of giving him my virginity to that semigod, I loved it, I had no regret at that moment, I wasn't thinking about Emilio or future consequences, I just wanted Timeo to hug me tightly with his robust arms.

He tenderly laid me back in my bed, then clumsily tried to unbutton his shirt and take off his pants. I noticed his nervousness, which seemed lovely to me, although dominated by my most libidinous impulses, I didn't wait for him to undress, no, it was I who ripped open his shirt with a jerk, leaving me enchanted by that fibrous body. Depravedly, I threw myself on top of him, kissing his neck, his pectorals, his abdominals, and explored every corner of his torso.

I had never felt so attracted to a man before; he made me delirious with lust, trying forbidden things and doing others that I had denied myself for years, even with Emilio, whom I had been with for two years until that day. Again we looked at each other fixedly, he seemed to have found calm, and his piercing eyes moved towards my breasts. I don't like to brag, but I had been blessed with a marvelous anatomy that caused frenzy in men.

It could be said that I inherited some charms from my mother, who rest in peace. She died shortly after giving birth to me, something that destroyed my father and since then he has remained single and raised me alone. But anyway, what's important is what Mom transferred to me with her genetics, which was my beautiful angelic face, my dark brown eyes, my plump lips, and my honey-colored hair with reddish tints. My father's family. If I already had my pretty face, it was the center of attention for the kids, physically I am their obsession. I have some killer curves, or so I hear from some guys, slightly thick legs, long and sexy, a butt that is proportionally well, not too big and not too small. Although undoubtedly what stands out most about my body are my large and fat tits.

I have very little connection with my father's family, almost none, but I've heard that all women usually have these monumental breasts. Many times Cristina tried to convince me to pursue modeling, due to my face and figure, however for me having large breasts was a real problem, one because they didn't let me do exercises normally as I'd like, since they tend to weigh a lot and two, because they attracted too much attention, plus having trouble finding suitable clothes for me.

I timidly tried to remove my blouse. It wasn't being a gentleman even when intimate, yet he looked at me and kissed me in such a wild way that I loved the contradiction of him. I kept calm and let him be the one to take off my top, making my tits dance when they were free and no fabric was on them. Timeo's piercing gaze had transformed into that of a lion about to attack its prey.

I was incredibly horny, wanting and yearning for him to take possession of my body, leaving his mark on each side and impregnating me with his scent.–“What are you waiting for, sweetheart? Come and take my body, it's all yours”-he whispered in his ear at the same time as he grasped my left hand to my breast. Feeling how he squeezed my breasts with his strong hands was sensational, and I couldn't stifle any cry of pleasure. His stifling breath moistened my breasts and made my nipples harder. Like a small suckling, he clung to my breasts and sucked with force, as if he really wanted to make me come. His teeth, tongue, lips, made my entire body burn and drew out the sweetest and most obscene moans from me. As he choked on my breasts, I tried to take off his pants and claim his mast. I don't know how long it took, but finally I achieved my goal and was pleasantly surprised, since his member was larger and thicker than I imagined. During the two years of relationship I had with Emilio, I never saw his cock, however on some occasions he would hug me from behind and I could feel his masculinity. Maybe he did that on purpose to tempt me. What I could perceive in those hugs is that my boyfriend had a decent-sized penis. Actually, the size wasn't something that interested me, everything related to sex was taboo for me and made me blush to talk about it. If I had to say why I was still a virgin at 22, I think the correct word would be fear. Yes, I had fear of giving away my purity to anyone, to a type who wouldn't really love or remember me. I had fear that they were playing with my feelings and only wanted my body. For some women this wasn't a problem, but for me it was, since from childhood I believed in the fairy tale love and the eternal kind of my parents' love. It was a ridiculous thought, I know, very childish, but it was my belief and I clung to it at all costs. I hoped Emilio would be that blue prince, whom I would give my flower to, and he would be eternally faithful to me. But in that moment, drunk with lust, I was centimeters away from giving my virginity to a stranger, a guy I had just met that night and maybe knew his name. Timeo, even though I was focused on my tits, kept removing my pants.

We adjusted ourselves so we could finally be naked in front of each other, with no fabric between our bodies, every caress would leave its mark on our skin. I kissed him again with great fervor, as my babbling vagina rubbed against his colossal member. The mere touch of that veiny and hard cock on my slit made my legs tremble and I had to hold onto him so I wouldn't pass out.

His large hands wandered over my back and ass, soft caresses but leaving a burning trail. When I stopped kissing him, a thick and silky thread of saliva kept our mouths connected. His taste was so unique that I thought I'd never experience anything like it again. I smiled like a vulgar slut, one who had been fucking indiscriminately for years, one who didn't care about cheating on her boyfriend. I took his enormous stake between my hands and slowly got down on my knees.

It was my first time having a member so close to me, I couldn't believe that guys carried such lethal weapons in their pants. Definitely, it wouldn't fit into any of my orifices, I thought, but that didn't stop me and as I scratched his two big testicles with my nails, I opened my mouth.

My breath moistened that log and I knew he loved it because it pulsed between my fingers. His smell was irresistible to me, despite being strong and somewhat unpleasant.

Tentatively, my tongue started poking out between my teeth and lips. All I had to do was touch his cock with the tip of my tongue for my mouth to water. Enchanted, I began licking that palette in front of me, savoring my mouth, biting my lips in delight because it was jodidly tasty that cock. I left him completely covered in my saliva, I was ready to enter my interior, but before doing so, I wanted her inside my mouth.

I was aware that this monster wouldn't fit entirely in my mouth, maybe it would dislocate my jaw, yet the consequences at that precise moment weren't something that concerned me. I swallowed that cock without any fear, barely able to have half of it inside me, despite being inexperienced, I listened as he howled with pleasure. I wondered if there were women capable of eating cocks of that size and if I could do so one day.

After leaving the flavor of his penis on my palate, I sat on his legs, looking at him straight on. The moment of truth had arrived, the instant when I would cross a line and leave being a virgin to transform into a woman. He guided me without thinking towards my purity, his glans was ready to insert itself in my pussy, which didn't hesitate to open up to receive it and welcome it with pleasure. Only his head and a bit more of that stake were inside me and I already felt full and torn.

I couldn't help but let out a cry of pain mixed with pleasure, my whole body rejoiced in sensations I hadn't felt before. All discomfort was transforming into joy as the minutes passed and my vagina got used to Timeo's member. He held onto my waist while devouring my throat, leaving his teeth marked on my skin, then taking possession of my breasts. His cock kept getting deeper and the folds of my pussy clung to it.

Each muscle in my vagina contracted not to let that big cock slip out so easily with each thrust he gave me. My whole body was making a great effort not to fall asleep so soon, I wanted to keep enjoying more and more of that pleasure Timeo was giving me. I arched my back and slowly moved my hips, trying to sway on top of him. I had already reached orgasm. Maybe one or two or three times and I'm not exaggerating. I was totally lost in that joy I was experiencing, eufórically screaming at him to give it to me with more force than completely destroy me, so I wouldn't be afraid to break my pussy because it belonged to him. He simply pleased me and started to impale me with more force, feeling all his masculinity inside me and I loved it. I loved having my pussy torn apart while his mouth possessed me and surrounded me with his fibrous and robust arms.

Our tongues intertwined, muffling the moans and gasps. We were two animals mating, there was no love, no affection, nothing between us. Everything I ever wanted to have in my first time wasn't there that minute, but it didn't matter because I was caught up in lust. Although I didn't want to have sex, sometimes I would touch my slit with my fingers, but it was just a simple caress that made me twist with pleasure, in that moment the sensation of touching myself was multiplied by 10 or more.

I felt like I was in heaven, never thought that a guy's tool could go so deep. I didn't have any voice left to express how much I loved being impaled by that guy. Time approached my ear,What a well-adjusted pussy you haveexpressed with his voice agitated, I-can't... I just can't take it anymoreadded, squeezing my buttocks with force.Hhhhmmm.... Uuuufffff... Co-co... Come inside my vagina... Aaaaggghh... I want you to fill me upI replied, letting out my last scream when I noticed he was filling my uterus with his cum. It was like that how I ended up with him in bed and naked. After feeling his lips pressing against mine, I quickly pushed him away and taking the sheet, I got up, covering my body. He looked at me strangely, didn't understand what was happening, I just felt disgusted in that moment.Ah... This was a mistake... This shouldn't have happened!I exclaimed with tears in my eyes when thinking of Emilio.What?He expressed the Swiss naively.
You: What a waste it was that you and I didn't stop, damn it!... Snif... Snif... A... A... A-ah now, what do I say to Emilio?
Timeo: Relax, calm down, I'll explain.
You: Snif... You don't have anything to explain to me... You took advantage of me while I was drunk, you're the worst...
Timeo: Noooo. You're wrong, Lu...
You: Don't call me Lu! You're a stranger and this shouldn't have happened!
Timeo: Pe-pe-pe... ro...
You: Nothing but excuses! Grow up from my room before someone else sees you! I'm going to take a bath and when I go down to breakfast with my father, I don't want to see you, okay?
I didn't wait for her response, I didn't want to hear anything she would say, I felt dirty and immoral. I couldn't believe I had been unfaithful to Emilio, that I had given myself to another man, that I had screwed a stranger. After showering and crying, I went down to eat with my father, who looked at me fixedly and I, ashamed, didn't know what to say to him.–“Papa-papa, I...”-was trying to find the right words,You don't have to explain anything to me, my girl. Unless they've forced you to do something you didn't want to.He manifested. I couldn't blame Timeo for abusing me because even though I was under the influence of alcohol, I had given myself to him.-Never liked that boy Emilio, if you allow me to be sincere. Even so, I think he deserves for you to tell him the truth and face the consequences with your head held high, as I've taught you, Lu.-My father said, getting up from his seat and hugging me. I couldn't help but let tears flow from my eyes, Dad always found the words I needed to hear.

After eating with him, I talked to Emilio, asking him to meet us somewhere so we could chat. We decided to meet at the square, I was very nervous, rehearsing over and over again the words I wanted to say and apologize in the best way. All the moments lived with him kept coming back to me while I was heading to the meeting point, and the more I remembered, I realized they weren't so memorable. Was Emilio a good partner? I couldn't help but wonder for a second.

But all questioning went away when I saw him arrive. My heart trembled, as did my hands and legs. I felt like the air had become dense and I was unable to breathe well. My boyfriend gave me a kiss on the cheek and sat down on one of the benches. At the same time, he lit a cigarette and asked why I had asked him to meet up. I stayed silent, unable to tell him so bluntly what I had done, so I took my time, but he told me he was in a hurry.

I breathed deeply, closing my hands and eyes, letting out what was weighing on me in a sigh. I thought I had whispered it, because seconds were passing and there was no response. I opened my eyes to contemplate the malicious and psychopathic face of my boyfriend. He didn't yell at me, nor did he cry, he just approached me, and I innocently thought he was going to hug me and tell me everything was okay, that we would make it like it never happened, but then I felt his right hand branded on my cheek.

Emilio: Don't mess around, Lucrecia. You can't be such a slut's daughter!

He yelled, while I touched my cheek with tears in my eyes. No one had ever hit me before, my father never raised his hand to me, but that boy who I loved had given me such a strong blow that I didn't know how... I hadn't lost my mind. Emilio: Two putos years I've been waiting for you to deny me sex, but now it seems that a Swiss model arrives and you open your legs? Your words hurt me, but foolishly I believed I deserved them just like that punch. Emilio: You're a slut, that's what you are. And since you're no longer a virgin, let's go to my house and do it until I'm tired and then you can leave, understood?

The man who was looking at me with my eyes wasn't the Emilio I knew, wasn't the boy I had fallen in love with; he was a stranger, a sick person who only wanted to satisfy his carnal desires at any cost. I thought about how to refuse, then he pulled my hair and dragged me across the floor a few centimeters until I heard my father. Dad had come to save me, although Emilio, dominated by his fury, instead of fleeing, made him face it, even hit him.

Luckily, Timeo had gone with Dad and defended us until the police arrived. Everything happened very quickly; I couldn't process things, I felt confused, until I thought it was a nightmare. Until I heard my father let out a scream, he was clutching his chest, precisely where the heart is, and looked very agitated. Worried and with tears in my eyes, I ran to his side, but Dad instead of worrying about him, hugged me and asked for forgiveness for not arriving sooner.

It was too busy a day; so when we got back home, all I wanted to do was sleep. The next morning I looked at myself in the mirror, contemplating the marks on my face from Emilio's punch. I could have made up for them, but I didn't want to, even though it was Monday and I had classes at university. I knew that when I arrived, everyone would be looking at me and wouldn't hesitate to ask what had happened and what those bruises meant on my face.

I still went to class because I wasn't afraid of recognizing what had occurred; I wasn't going to protect the image of Emilio, after his so aggressive attitude. To my surprise, everyone already knew what had happened, although of course the version told made Emilio seem like the victim. As people know, humans tend to believe what is convenient for them, and those who had me jealous, whether because I was beautiful or because of my father's money, chose to believe that version and justify their hatred.

My friends were clearly on my side, but their true objective wasn't exactly to support me; they wanted all the details about my night with Timeo. I didn't want to talk about it, less remember that night, so I asked them to give me space. That afternoon when I returned home, Dad had set the table for us to eat, although there were three plates because the Swiss model was still staying and mostly because after that night he would return to his country.

My father looked very tired and worn out, but upon seeing me, he seemed like everything was fine. I didn't feel like arguing with Dad and telling him to see a doctor, because he would surely deny it and swear he was fine when visually he wasn't. We ate and shared the typical conversation between a father and daughter that we had, although of course with Timeo's presence, whom Dad made participate in the conversation almost forcibly.

When we finished eating and chatting, I asked my father to go rest, as I would take care of washing the dishes. Dad accepted, but with one condition: he had to let Timeo help me. I accepted even though I didn't want to, because it was hard for me to look at that boy, I felt uncomfortable next to him and the worst is that my body still remembered his caresses, kisses, and how he made me rejoice on my birthday night.

A tedious silence became present; neither of us could break the ice and say a word so that this wouldn't be... so tortuous. We were so focused on ourselves that we didn't realize how much closer we were getting to each other. We only noticed when our hands touched accidentally. Both of us jumped back, looked at each other carefully until we broke the silence that was tormenting us with a laugh.

Maybe it was due to the nerves we had, but then I don't know what happened to me. I let myself be carried away by my impulses and approached him. I placed my hands on Timeo's chest without him saying anything, and he began to shorten the distance between our mouths. The fragrance of his perfume and his own aroma seduced me, just like his innocent but predatory gaze that rested on me. He was the only man who awakened this perverted facet in me, those urges to behave like a promiscuous one.

I bit his lips playfully. I wanted to tease him for a while, make him think he would leave me wanting more again. Timeo, seeing that our tongues didn't connect, began to get desperate. Seeing him like that made me laugh even more than I imagined, but no matter how much I wanted to play, I didn't know how much I could take, since I was also dying to devour that perfect and delicious mouth he had. I wanted him to hug me tightly and make me moan like a slut in jealousy.Hold on, Lu, hold onI told myself to myself, as our lips brushed and my hands descended down that well-worked and marvelous torso.Don't play with meHe begged suddenly. Hearing him say those words made my underwear even wetter. What a sexy and tender boy, the perfect combination that any woman would desire, at least to spend a night, since once he let himself go, he would shed his sheep's skin and strip like a fierce wolf.Let's go to my roomI whispered, biting his lobe and drawing with my ring finger on his groin. He already had his hard penis ready to penetrate me, so he blindly followed me. Like that dark night when we first fell in love, we began to undress each other. One by one, our clothes fell to the floor, and soon we were rolling around in bed. We were moaning loudly, tasting each other's sweet nectar. I brought my hand to his enormous cock and started to suck it, loving the feeling of his hard tool between my fingers. He, on the other hand, began to run his lips over my ear, nibbling and kissing me, making me purr. Slowly he went down until he reached my neck, giving me long licks accompanied by sucking. I knew exactly what I wanted, without having to ask, since I was surprised when he touched my slit with his thick fingers. My entire being trembled as I felt those fingers probing my cunt. I couldn't do anything but gasp and complain with pleasure.Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!He was exclaiming, biting my lips and feeling like a waterfall was approaching. The pleasure multiplied when he started playing with my tits, squeezing one of my breasts with his free hand and sucking the other. His tongue outlined my areola and scraped my nipple with his teeth.

I: Uuuuffff... Don't stop, Tim...

Timeo: Relax, I won't stop, because I love your tits.

He affirmed, biting and pinching my nipples at the same time. His fingers seemed to go deeper into my vagina, it was incredibly good using his fingers, there was no doubt that he was an extraordinary lover. I sighed and arched my body, reaching orgasm, one so intense that left me exhausted. However, I refused to close my eyes and fall asleep without having had that monstrous cock inside me, I wanted to feel it again opening my folds and deeply hitting my pussy.

I kissed him tenderly, but gradually it became long and intense, our tongues entwining. I was so obsessed with that mouth that I released his grip and touched his neck with both hands. He didn't waste time and noticed he was approaching his member to my sex, which was ready and prepared to be penetrated.

Timeo, first only made a light contact, rubbing his glans with my slit that wasn't stopping from getting wet and suffering spasms.Do you want her?asked mischievously, Yes, Tim... I want her, I need her inside meI confessed to him without any shame. He smiled and while biting his lip was slowly thrusting his cock into me. My tight pussy was shuddering more and more as I felt each inch entering.–“Ohhhh God... Time!”-I shrieked euphorically as I had all his cock inside me. It was ironic that just a couple of days ago I was a fearful virgin and now I was a foxy one who longed to have my pussy destroyed. I began questioning my beliefs, my innocence, and for having deprived myself of enjoying sex. At the same time I thought this, Tim was slowly withdrawing his penis from me with the same slowness he had penetrated me. My little chick was so comfortable with his member that my folds were entwining around it, preventing him from pulling it out completely from me. Leaving only his tip inside, I prepared for the onslaught, and before a second could pass, he pushed his pelvis against me to embed himself in me again.–“God damn it, you don't imagine how much I love your tight pussy, Lu”-He repeated over and over again, while pumping inside of me. I was going crazy when he came at me with all his force, as if he wanted to tear me in two, I loved feeling his cock reach the bottom of my matrix. Timeo was puffing very hard, I had my eyes closed, my hands on his back and head, my legs embracing his waist and emitting long groans.

Our lips met and we didn't hesitate to devour each other's mouths again. Tim was unleashed, noticing he got more excited every second and felt like he was screwing me with all the energy he had. Until suddenly he stopped, leaving his enormous member inside of me,I can't take it anymoreHe whispered in my ear.Do it. Wash my entrails with your sperm, Tim. I'm your personal slut.I contested, staring at him fixedly those walnut eyes that I loved so much and excited me. Timeo gave a couple of thrusts until he let out a loud cry and finally came inside me. I have to admit that I enjoyed feeling full again with all his load inside me, I was getting addicted to those gentle streams bathing my vagina and leaving their seed. His discharge had been so intense that it overflowed onto my sex, but that didn't stop us and we continued fucking all night like a couple.

The next morning, the first thing I saw when I woke up were his little eyes. My heart stirred, this time without feelings of guilt or remorse, I had enjoyed the night like a true fox. Having his arms around my waist and his enormous member reacting in my thighs, made me shiver. I wanted that moment to be eternal, but then reality hit, he had to leave for his country and it was probably unlikely we'd see each other again.

My expression changed to a serious one, which confused him. I calmly separated from Timeo and stood up. Without saying a word, I headed to the bathroom and took a shower. I felt hurt and used, I couldn't help but think that for him I was just another one on his list, that he was used to fucking different women, making them believe in him only to disappear later. I couldn't blame him entirely, since he was handsome and had a wonderful package, any man who didn't use those blessings to his advantage was an idiot.

When I came out of the bathroom, he was still in my room, seemed to be waiting for me, I smiled sarcastically at him.What are you doing here still? Don't you have a flight to Switzerland?I interrogated, making myself indifferent.Yes... I'm leaving today, but...He seemed nervous and incredulous before my excessive attitude. I don't know the exact reason, however, I didn't let him talk, I interrupted him to tell him it was amazing sex, but only that, sex, there was nothing and wouldn't be anything between us.

Maybe I said those words to avoid getting hurt, to prevent my stupid pride from being mocked, I wanted to pretend that model hadn't awakened feelings in me. I felt a little pity when I saw tears welling up in his confused eyes. Foolish and blind, I decided to turn my back on him and leave for the university without listening to him.

When I arrived at the classroom, I couldn't help but break down crying, my heart was hurt, many things had happened in just a few days, that even I didn't understand myself.

It was quite a bitter morning for me, as I hadn't even said goodbye to Dad when I left. When my classes ended, I decided to start fresh. I would prepare dinner for my father, I needed to eat and talk with him, enjoy his company and get advice from him as he always did. I urgently needed that, however, the hours passed and Dad never came home.

When Cristina called me, telling me that Dad had a heart attack and didn't survive, it was like an avalanche fell on me. I refused to accept it, I didn't want to believe it even when I saw his stiff and lifeless body in an urn, I even refused when they handed me his ashes. My life had gone to hell, I stopped going to university, lost all motivation and hope, sinking into my grief.

Cristina would visit me every day, just to help me get out of that self-imposed prison. I think my friends were never really my friends in reality, because after Dad's death, I didn't see them again and didn't receive any calls from them, not even from Amber. That's how a month went by, where I got stuck in the ... melancholy. Cristi asked me to please leave the house, that I go at least to my father's office and if I wanted to cry, I could do it on her shoulder. She was the figure most similar to a mother, never had the intention of transforming into one or being my father's partner, but she always stayed by his side and he trusted her blindly. Maybe because of that, I also started to see her as the only friend I had. She convinced me and I went to my dad's office, where I found only photos of me from when I was a baby until recently, it destroyed my heart. I thought I wasn't worthy of being his daughter, since she gave me so much love but I didn't give anything in return, I had been a spoiled and misbehaved girl at 22 years old, but what was the point of crying and repenting now. Wiping away my tears, I stood up straight and looked ahead, it was then that from the doorway, a silhouette began to appear. My eyes became enormous as I contemplated that it was a beautiful girl, blonde, blue-eyed, fine-lipped, slender, with enormous breasts like mine and a firm butt.Hello, I'm VanessaHe exclaimed with a smile drawn on his precious face.Ho-ho... HelloI answered him absorbed in his beauty.Sorry for coming in without knocking. But they told me you were here and I couldn't help but want to give you my condolencesHe assevered with sincerity. I was unable to keep talking to him, I was totally captivated by his presence.–“You're probably wondering who I am and why I'm giving you my condolences. If I'm being sincere, even I don't know why I do it. It's strange, I only spoke once with Mr. Brown when I came to record for a commercial. But he was so nice and kind that it bothers me to know he's not here anymore”-He expressed erasing the smile that was shining on his face, and lowering his gaze.-Sorry, I'm letting myself get carried away. Maybe you want to be alone and me bothering you here. The truth is that the news of her death affected me more than I imagined, perhaps because it reminded me a bit of my mother-expressedI don't want to even imagine the pain you might be going through, since I'm very attached to my parents. If I were to lose one of them someday, I'd feel like a part of me has gone. Although Mom always tells me that the worst would be if we got stuck in sadness... Sorrymanifesting, releasing a couple of tears from my beautiful eyes, turning around, I bid farewell to me and left the office. I didn't know if Vanessa was real or not, or if she had been an angel sent by my father.

The only thing that was clear is that Dad wouldn't have wanted me to stagnate and get absorbed in pain. I had to be brave like he taught me and learn to lift myself up from that difficult moment. With renewed energy, I left my father's office and headed to Cristina's, wanting to tell her I would resume my activities and help her in the company as much as possible. However, when I opened the door, I was left blank, since Cristina was talking to Timeo and a girl.

Seeing him after a month and everything that had happened was like a bomb. A part of me wanted to go hug him, apologize for my words, and confess how confused I was. On the other hand, a voice was holding me back, telling me to act with prudence and not let my foolish impulses take over. Tim avoided looking at me, which hurt me, but it was natural that he wouldn't want to see me after being so arrogant, plus he probably didn't know what to say to me about the death of my father.

In the end, I apologized and gestured to Cristina, telling her I would call her later. I went back home, took a shower, prepared dinner, called Cristi to let her know I would resume all my activities and help her as much as possible, and then went to bed. The silence in the house was terrifying, but before anxiety could take hold of me again, Timeo's image bloomed in my mind and a smile formed on my face.

The next day, I woke up more motivated than ever, went back to classes after a long time, and despite not having friends, I felt happy to see everyone's faces again, even those who hated me, like Emilio. After class, I went to the company, knowing that if I helped in any way, I would be happy and eager to continue. When I arrived and asked about Cristi, they told me he was in his office with one of the models, I imagined it was Tim and my eyes sparkled with happiness. I wanted to see him again, talk to him and try to invite him home. I knew this last part would be difficult, but I wasn't going to accept a no as an answer. However, my smile disappeared when I started listening to some grunts and whimpers from a woman.Oooohh, yesyesyes...It was clear when I got closer to Cristina's office. My entire body went numb and the image of her with Tim was impossible not to visualize in my mind. She reclined on her desk and Timeo was thrusting into her with his possessed cock, while they devoured each other's mouths passionately. This wasn't madness at all, after all Cristina was a mature woman very sought after. Several tried to hook up with her but failed, I never understood the reason why she rejected all her suitors. At 40 years old, she had a marvelous figure, even though she was no longer very slender, her flesh was well-distributed on her body, making anyone drool over her tits and ass that she flaunted.

I swallowed saliva and took the courage to face what I would find, even if it was my beloved Swiss guy who was making Cristina scream. The moans seemed more intense as he slowly turned the handle and carefully opened the door. My pupils dilated at contemplating the exciting and morbid scene. Cristina was seated on her desk, with her hair down, her eyes closed from the pleasure she was receiving, her two big breasts out of her blouse and bouncing, due to the thrusts she gave.

I had always liked her wearing pants so she could show off her great ass, but at that moment she was wearing a skirt that reached her thighs. Her underwear was on the floor, along with her sock and her pussy was being devoured by a mouth. Not just any mouth, but the mouth of a girl, the model who had accompanied Tim the day before, then I understood why she rejected men. The way she howled made me shiver and made my vagina wet.

The girl stopped eating to savor her mouth and say: Ugh... How delicious you are, momma!Cristi laughed, taking it by her ponytail and ordering her to go back to devouring her clitoris. She didn't have to ask, as the girl would do so gladly, but before resuming her spectacular oral sex, she said something that caught my attention. I felt sorry for Tim, who refused to enjoy a pussy after a girl had broken his heart. The idea of being responsible for that made my heart skip a beat, although Cristina's response made me regret that day I was so hostile towards him, since she mentioned that in order to forget about that silly, self-absorbed girl who only played with him, she was trying to court Vanessa.Do you speak seriously?interrogated the girl,Yes. And I think it's the best. Vanessa and he would make a perfect couple, not just visually but also at a media level, it would be very positive for both of themCristi concluded. Those words echoed in my head, asking myself if I was indeed the one who broke his heart and treated him as if to forget, resorting to that Vanessa. I don't know why but I didn't feel capable of competing against her, just her presence made her shine, her smile was hypnotic and her eyes seductive like no other pair.What are you doing?I hear someone suddenly behind my back, I jump and slam the door shut without controlling my strength.

It was Tim who had spoken to me, who quickly reacted when he heard Cristina approaching, took my hand, and we hid behind a wall. It had been so long since the last time I'd been that close to him, feeling his scent made memories of our encounters bloom in me. His eyes locked onto mine and I didn't want him to stop looking at me, I yearned to experience that uncontrolled desire he was transmitting.

Me: Tim...

Timeo: Haven't you been told that spying is bad manners?

He consulted someone, but I didn't take his words seriously, instead getting lost in his lips and having a crazy urge to touch them again. Closing my eyes slowly, I moved towards his mouth, not caring if we were seen, I needed to taste it once more, so delicious and perfect.

Timeo: What are you doing?

He said, stopping me.

Me: I just want to give you a small reward for helping me.

I answered coquettishly. I couldn't control myself with him that close, it clouded my mind and awakened my mischievous side.

Timeo: A small reward? Like when you comforted yourself because your ex was kissing your friend? Because if so, I don't want your rewards. I don't want to be led on for you to tell me later it was all a mistake or a one-night game.

Me: What?

I expressed confusion at his declarations.

Timeo: True, you never let me speak and explain things to you, Lucrecia. You only came to me to satisfy your desires. Your father was very good to me and I'll only clarify things for him. something in me that nobody had done before. I had never been with a girl, but your kisses bewitched me and the rage of seeing you cry over a fool made me surrender to you.

As I went on talking, that mental gap I had about the night of my birthday began to clear up. After having drunk like a madwoman and blown out the candles on my cake, I started looking for Emilio. I wanted to see him, hug him, and tell him I wanted to share that night with him, but despite searching for him, I couldn't find him. It was so dark outside that I didn't know where I was stepping and ended up falling down and breaking one of my high heels.

I tried to get up but didn't manage to stay on my feet, I was getting frustrated when Timeo came over and asked if I needed help. I smiled at him and told him without hiding it that I was joking and that's why I was avoiding him. He was taken aback and didn't know how to react to my comment, whether to take it as a joke or a serious declaration. Between the time he took, we witnessed the betrayal that unleashed the night of passion between us.

Emilio was arguing with Amber, this one was scolding my childhood friend for having drooled over Tim. It seemed like a scene of jealousy, which at first I found funny until Amber said she had to put up with seeing him with me and be aware that we would eventually get together. Amber didn't stop rubbing it in his face the pain she felt from having to keep our relationship hidden. In my naivety, I thought it was a joke until I saw Emilio kiss her.

I wanted to scream, but my vocal cords seemed broken and only tears flowed from my eyes. They reconciled and between kisses and caresses, they agreed to leave together to get together. Emilio promised he would end things with me, that it wasn't worth being my boyfriend anymore because I was outdated and uptight. I cried, I cried a lot, so much that I soaked Timeo's shirt with my tears. tears. Among my tears, I started screaming that it was all worthless, that I was a stupid cow and deserved it.

Tim wiped away my tears and told me I was worth a lot, that I was a very beautiful girl and that Emilio was an idiot for not valuing me. Seduced by revenge, I kissed him and that's how we ended up in my room. Now that I had remembered everything, I felt even more stupid for having denied Timeo the opportunity to clear things up. Ashamed, I lowered my gaze, unable to look at him, with enough reasons to detest myself.

Timeo: Do you know I've tried to hate you, but I can't, I've tried to forget you and you appear in my memories every minute. But even if I'd like to give you another chance, I know our thing won't work out.

I: Yes, you're right...

He stepped away from me, saying it would be the last time we saw each other for the good of both of us, and I just watched.

Timeo: By the way, your dad asked me to give this to you on the day I returned to Switzerland.

From his pocket he pulled out a letter, overwhelmed I took it and without losing any time opened it to read.Hello daughter, I know you're wondering why I left this letter with Timeo? I suppose I gave it to him because he transmits security and confidence to me. The topic I'm going to tell you about isn't easy to process or trust. There are many things I'd like to say to your face, but I'm afraid you'll hate me.


For you I have always been the perfect father, the man who would give everything for the happiness of his little one and who only loved once a woman, which is your mother. While that is true, there is also an era that you don't know about me, a part of my history of which I am ashamed.


A long time ago, precisely during my youth, I was a miserable one, a type of guy who only saw women as sexual objects, having everything easy, never took the weight of things seriously and neither did I think it was bad to play with people's feelings. I made many women suffer, cheated, hurt, and mocked several, simply because I was immature.


However, one day I found myself with a girl who for the first time stirred something in me, with whom for a second I thought I was going to form a family, and no, it wasn't your mother. That girl and I shared a magical night, but both of us perhaps accustomed to playing with each other's feelings, decided to deny what we felt for each other.


The name of that girl is Violet, I never forgot her, even when I met your mother, but that's not what honestly embarrasses me, Lu. Rather, after that night I shared with Violet, she got pregnant and I ran away from my responsibility, even though I knew I would be a father because she herself told me so.


I abandoned that girl because I was a coward and there hasn't been a day when I haven't regretted it, but I couldn't just search for her and appear out of nowhere after all those years and ask her to forgive me and call me, dad. However, by the whims of life, not long ago I met the daughter of that person I left.


Sharing with her for just a few minutes made me very happy because I could know that the daughter I abandoned was raised with love and turned out well, formed a wonderful family, and from which I hope you won't deprive yourself of enjoying, due to my past sins.


I know I have very few hours left to live, daughter, something inside me warns me, I should go to the hospital, but I no longer feel the same strength as before to keep living. I'll be selfish until my last minute, I'm leaving you too, maybe out of fear of not being able to look at your face and confess the truth, you can hate me, but please, get to know and enjoy your older sister, April Harper.Well, after so much time, I'm back to fulfill what I started some moment ago. I hope you enjoyed this story. If you're interested in knowing how this long history began, here's the link.http://www.poringa.net/posts/relatos/3705801/La-Milf-de-mis-suenos-Capitulo-I-El-sueno.html

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