The Lender

They can call me L., it turns out that my husband Arnaldo and I have been married for about ten years, we don't have kids. We lived pretty well, taking into account that both of us worked. But less than a year and a half ago, my mother had to be operated on in emergency, and my husband and I practically ran with all the expenses. Due to this, our economy was severely affected, but until those moments, neither Arnaldo nor I worried much about it. Then, six months ago, the company he worked for had to close down, so the only economic income passed through mine, thanks to God he quickly found a new job, but in another city, so we practically had to move and only saw each other on weekends. Since he arrived until he left, my husband and I didn't do anything else but stay in bed to recover lost time. Despite all the vicissitudes, we both still kept being happy, until my mother had to be hospitalized again, as she did not follow the doctors' instructions to the letter. Unlike the previous time when my husband helped me without saying a word, on this occasion he clearly expressed that he couldn't, which brought about our relationships cooling off and my apartment's accounts accumulating, to the point where the bank sent me a communication to liquidate the mortgage. I was determined to do everything necessary not to lose my apartment. But apart from getting another job and selling my car with that money, I paid part of the debts, but still couldn't cancel the total amount. So a friend suggested I visit a acquaintance of hers who specialized in lending money. Since I arrived at the address my friend gave me, I felt extremely uncomfortable, as it was a small bar from hell, which for a while I almost didn't enter due to the appearance of the place, but my need was so great that finally I decided. I asked for Paco “the lender” inside, the man who was attending behind the bar, pointed out a thin staircase without railings that led to an upper floor. At the end of it was a door quite narrow, and when I knocked on it, the voice from inside ordered me to enter. The place was relatively small for an office, one wall was actually a smoked glass window, at the back there was a small dirty bathroom with no door, the walls were covered in photos of women, mostly naked or wearing very little clothing, and on the small desk I could see some porn magazines. As I looked around, I wondered what I was doing in a place like that. Until the man in the small room who was chatting on the phone told me to take a seat in front of him, on an uncomfortable wooden chair because it was so low. While waiting, trying to maintain my balance on the chair, I heard him say to the person he was talking to: You know if you don't have enough to pay the interest, tell your wife to wash her pussy well, and tomorrow I'll be in the mood to be with her. After that, he started laughing mockingly and then hung up the phone, when I saw my expression he commented: It's an old friend, and we play like this. I forced a fake and nervous smile until he asked me what I wanted without taking his eyes off my breasts. For a moment I felt tempted to leave his office, but my need was so great that I decided to continue. So I swallowed hard and closed my blouse, telling him that a friend had told me he lent money, when he asked who this friend was, I gave the name and described her lightly, a sly smile appeared on his lips. At that moment I remembered a saying of my grandmother: He who laughs at his own tricks remembers them. Paco is a A man of about forty or fifty years old, thin, and quite ugly due to his large pointed nose and rough facial features, with unkempt hair and an abundant uncombed beard full of gray hairs that gave him a more disheveled appearance. But with eyes that are extremely expressive, and the way he looked at me, I was getting very nervous. At one point, he sat down in front of me at the small desk while I began to talk about how much money I needed and how I planned to pay it back. I realized that he had stopped looking at my breasts, and his gaze was fixed between my legs due to the uncomfortable position in which I was sitting, I imagine that from his point of view something could always be seen. What bothered me even more, and discreetly changed my position, observing on his face a reflection of annoyance. After finishing talking, Paco asked me what I was willing to do for him to lend me all that money. The truth is that nothing in particular came to mind, except telling him I worked, and explaining again the reasons that had led me to his office, but Paco didn't let me finish speaking, bringing his face close to mine and saying I already know all that, what I want is for you to tell me. What are you willing to do so that I lend you this money, which you need so much right now? His insistent way of looking at my body, as well as the tone of his voice when speaking, left me wondering what his intention was. I really thought I should leave because I felt like he was ordering me to tell him that I would sleep with him in exchange for lending me that amount of money. But that was my only and last real option, unless I wanted to lose my apartment. I couldn't count on my husband, or even my mother. Paco then commented in a condescending tone Whatever you decide, we'll only know it between you and me. And he turned away again. To ask the same thing. Resigned and lowering my gaze, I told him I would do anything he ordered me to do as long as he lent me all the money as soon as possible. Paco knelt in front of me and placed one of his hands on my thighs, which I was trying to keep together and cover with my skirt while sitting in that uncomfortable chair. He continued talking to me and said, Don't sell the tickets unless you think you'll give the performance. At the same time, his hand slid between my legs under my skirt. I tried to stop him, holding onto his thick wrist. But he pulled out a large bundle of bills from one of his pockets with his other hand and put it in front of my face. I stared at them, and he continued moving his hand under my skirt until he finally touched my pantaloons. His fingers pushed the fabric that covered my pussy aside and began to probe inside my vulva. As Paco looked at me fixedly, I stretched out my hand and grabbed the money while he was spreading my legs, quickly counting it to make sure it was the amount I urgently needed. Then I quickly put the bundle of bills in my purse and set it aside. When I saw Paco's eyes as he stood up from the floor and pulled his hand out of my pussy, I understood that the deal was closed. His eyes first fixed on my mouth and then on his own member area. For me, it was clear what he wanted from that moment on. In those moments, I myself reproached myself for being able to do this for dirty money. But at the same time, I thought that it was really my only way out if I didn't want to lose my apartment. Holding back my urge to cry about what I was about to do and with a fake smile drawn on my face, I decided to continue, as Paco said, only he and I know We would know. I brought my hands up to the top of the zipper on his pants and started sliding them smoothly over the fabric. Immediately, I realized the state of erection he was in, as I could feel it completely with my fingers as they slid over the fabric of his pants. Slowly, I released the belt with my fingers, then unbuttoned his pants to continue lowering the zipper. With both hands, I lowered his pants and underwear while he watched me closely, his arms at chest height. As his clothes slipped off, his erect penis appeared, never in my life had I been so close to a cock that wasn't my own husband's, and yet, until then, it hadn't been sucked. I'm not going to spin the yarn that until those moments I was a Saint Catholic Apostolic Roman. The truth is that on a few occasions I had cheated on my husband Arnaldo, but they were special situations. Like the Christmas party from last year for the company where I work. Arnaldo couldn't attend due to his father's funeral, which I attended of course, but he had to stay behind to take care of the final arrangements. At the party, one of my coworkers and I spent almost the entire night dancing and getting drunk. When I came to, we were already in a motel room. On another occasion, my husband hired his nephew to paint the apartment, and just at that time Arnaldo had to leave for business during the whole week. The first day the young man dedicated himself entirely to his work, and I don't know what made me think it was an excellent idea when the nephew of my husband returned to finish the job on the second day. to seduce him, which didn't really cost me much effort, he spent the rest of the week passing his brush to me. But neither on those two occasions nor on the ones I had before marrying Arnaldo had I taken a man's member into my mouth, and even less had I let them give me head, like I heard one day from a neighbor of mine, who said that it was her favorite thing when her husband did it to her. But getting back to the topic and leaving aside my previous puttering. I'll tell you that when I saw that big piece of meat, thick, long, and veiny, pointing at the office ceiling, I couldn't help but mentally compare it with my husband Arnaldo's, who, by the way, lost out badly and by a lot. My fingers slowly began to slide over the dark skin of his shaft, first downwards and then upwards, until I reached his colored glans between my fingers, closed my eyes and directed it towards my lips for a few short seconds that seemed like an eternity in that instant, I felt the warmth of his glans against my mouth, a strong smell not of urine but rather of man reaching my nose, already I was at a point where I couldn't turn back, and slowly began to pull out my tongue and pass it over the skin making contact with my lips. At that moment he told me something. Well Lourdes, I don't have all day for this. When he said it, it was as if someone had pushed me on the head, immediately I introduced as much of his cock into my mouth as I could. Because I was so brusque, I felt nauseous but I controlled myself. Immediately I continued sucking and inserting his member into my mouth, while playing with his glans with my tongue. For a good while we remained like that, definitely Paco enjoyed the good blow job I was giving him. Yes, because when I lifted my gaze while sucking him off, nothing more than seeing his satisfied face told me so. But not content with that, he ordered me to leave. Stripping, I immediately started doing without stopping to suck his cock with my mouth and lick his balls with my tongue. Barely could I remove the jacket from the set I was wearing, as well as the blouse I had on, and later the bra, Paco began to grope my breasts and gently squeeze my nipples while I continued to suck his cock and release the brooch that secured my skirt to my waist. After releasing the brooch, Paco took a step back, allowing me to remove myself from the uncomfortable seat, and it was easier for me to take off my skirt. Then, in front of his gaze, I began to lower my pants, leaving only my garter belt and stockings on. I thought I would continue until I was completely naked, but Paco signaled that he was satisfied with what he saw. For a good while, I continued to suck his member and caress my breasts somewhat wildly. Paco took his cock out of my mouth without saying a word, grabbed my arm, and made me stand up in front of him. His gaze swept over my entire body, leaving me feeling extremely embarrassed. Quickly, with a movement of his other arm, he cleared all the magazines and papers off the small desk in his office. Almost without speaking, he made me lie down on my back, with my buttocks at the edge of the small desk. Paco spread my legs and spent some time caressing my vulva with both hands, squeezing my clitoris and introducing his thick fingers into my already wet vagina. This left me feeling extremely hot and excited, and eager for him to put his thick cock inside my pussy. He continued doing this, I thought he wouldn't stop, I was begging him to continue, and that initial modesty had completely disappeared. To the point where I expressed my desire for him to enter me, which he did without delay. Paco directed his cock with one of his hands straight at me, moist and hot. pussy, I felt intensely how his head was making its way inside my lubricated vulva, his hands placed on my hips and pressed me against his body. I don't know if it was the time since the last time I slept with my husband or how hot and excited I was, but the sensation of feeling that cock penetrating me was unique, I screamed with pleasure asking him to give me more and harder, which he responded by pressing me tightly against his body and telling me how hot and wet my pussy was. Paco was penetrating and pulling out his member from my body at will and pleasure, while I moved my hips rubbing myself against his body. To my surprise, I reached a fiery and savory orgasm in those moments, never had it happened to me that in such little time I would enjoy one so wildly, while Paco continued giving it to me with the same persistence as before, after my savory orgasm, Paco pulled out his cock from my pussy and directed his face to my pussy. Something no other man had done before, yes my husband sometimes introduced his fingers, but never had he sucked my pussy. When I felt his mouth against my clitoris, I thought I was dying of excitement so brutally provoked in those moments, it was tremendously divine, what Paco began doing with his mouth and tongue on my pussy, at the same time as one of his fingers started to enter me through the ass. For a few seconds I got scared, but the pleasure he was provoking with his tongue made me forget my worries. Paco after a good while of sucking and licking my clitoris, as well as the rest of my vulva, pulled out his head from between my legs and made me lean over the small desk to put his thick cock back in my wet and hot vulva, his hands again pressed me against his body holding me by the hips, while I moved them like a madwoman or better said like a desperate slut, we continued divinely. While his fingers returned to my hole, as his cock entered and exited my pussy almost completely, his fingers were doing the same with my ass. Until I felt him introducing all of his cock into my anus, I swear I saw stars, and I let out a loud scream of pain and pleasure at the same time. Tears sprang to my eyes, but Paco continued to push and pull his cock in and out of my ass for a while, until I felt that strong, savory pain, and as I said, no man had ever done it to me like that before. One of his hands turned back into my pussy, and a few seconds later I enjoyed another warm and wild orgasm, while he continued not to come. Meanwhile, I was moving my whole body like a madwoman, enjoying the pleasures Paco was giving me, and him too. His special way of pulling it all out and then introducing it completely was driving me crazy, until he changed again and on one of the withdrawals, he introduced it into my pussy again, alternating his penetrations between my pussy and my ass. This made me reach another divine orgasm, I was screaming like a madwoman asking for more, while he kept penetrating me over and over again wherever he pleased, and telling me I was all a slut. Just before he came, he asked me to suck him off, which I did with great pleasure, until I felt a hot stream of his semen flood my mouth, most of which I swallowed without wanting to. After finishing, I pointed out a small bathroom without a door, where in front of him without any shame, I gave myself the task of washing my pussy and ass, then I rinsed my mouth and looked for my clothes to get dressed. Paco handed me the blouse and immediately the skirt when I asked him to pass me the panties and bra, but he said he was keeping them as a memento. Taking into account what had happened, I continued getting dressed, and after fixing my hair and makeup. What happened was that almost everything had slipped out of my hands. I took my wallet and gave it another look, at the wad of cash inside. Before leaving, we agreed on payment terms, Paco took some of my personal data, and he told me he expected to see me again in a similar way on the day of payment. As I was going down the stairs, I felt like the eyes of the bartender as well as those of other patrons were fixed on me, but I thought it was just my imagination. When I reached the bar door, I clearly heard Paco's voice asking the man behind the bar to bring him a beer without any effort, so I realized in that moment that everything that had happened between us two inside Paco's office, everyone else present had heard with perfect clarity, and I died of shame as I left that business, wondering how I could have done that, what they would all think I was, but then while walking, I realized it didn't matter at all to me if they thought I was a slut or not, since none of them were going to pay my debts. I immediately headed to the bank to pay off my mortgage. Today, almost I'm about to settle all my debt with Paco, but every time I go to pay him the low interest rates we agreed on, it gives me tremendous flips. My husband and I continue living together occasionally, of course he doesn't know about Paco, I told him that someone lent me the money through a Savings Cooperative, and that was enough for him not to keep asking. But I'm considering renewing my loan with Paco to get a new car, since mine, as I mentioned earlier, had to be sold