Being Saturday and trying to return sanity to my day by following my normal routine, I still felt shaken by the moment that had passed, I couldn't imagine this was happening to me, with a lost gaze and shaken I tried to maintain sanity...
Good morning, my love, how did you sleep? Juan - Fine, woman, and you, what's going on today, everything okay? Me - Yes, everything is fine, and I proceeded to serve lunch and have breakfast with the family. My husband took a bath, got ready for work, my kids were watching TV and playing, and my head was full of questions...
Like a child, I would see myself that way, when did I lose respect for myself by seeing me that way? Maybe I gave him a start on what happened?? Those kinds of questions and no answers kept coming to my head again and again, when I could finish my chores and give my kids permission to go out and play, I went to my room, sat down in front of the bed, and with the silence at home, I turned on my cell phone something very deep inside me wanted to find an answer to everything that had happened...
When I turned on my cell phone, I found a message from Daniel asking for forgiveness in many ways, without answering him, I went back to see that image of that little boy who still cost me more to believe...
My apologies passed to the background and I could appreciate that photo full of morbo, I started looking at the size, thickness, the strong erection that was infused in that piece of young flesh, I unloaded the image and saved it in my private gallery because it wasn't the only time I would see it, I'm sure I'd love to keep seeing it... On Monday, I preferred to leave differently dressed trying to calm what had happened by putting on pants and lowering my libido from the situation
Monday I arrived at my work, continued with mine, was more meticulous about my work and chatting with my coworkers, since Daniel had arrived and avoided his gaze and short conversations all the time, infusing a great rejection towards him, even though he wanted to talk or take me home, always pushing me away with a strong NO. Days passed and I kept going to my job in comfortable clothes... To be honest, we were like that for about two weeks, my surprise was that now I found myself every day with Daniel at the exit and his ex-girlfriend, that girl who had hurt him so much, Daniel lowered his gaze while I shook my head, feeling sorry for him and thinking he was very foolish to have put up with her for so long...
In my place, jealousy started to take over when I saw him like that, I didn't know what was happening but I felt rage at seeing them all cuddled up kissing, that boy still kept being cute with me despite the rejections I gave him at work and the apology texts he never replied to, but included me in conversations... My days at home were worse with my husband, we barely spoke and he never told me anything about how I used to dress, no flattery or anything started making me feel empty little by little since my husband would sleep on the couch whenever he could, lost in alcohol. Like every woman, I started feeling the need for love in my life, remembering the taxi driver's flattery, my neighbors seeing me and especially Daniel... I remembered the words that seemed to excite Daniel so much - my buttocks and thighs - and decided to keep getting dressed up, having an escape, feeling good when leaving home...
I returned to the services of a taxi driver who was a man not very interesting, fat, disheveled, sweaty, bald, and with some missing teeth but very morbid since every time I sat in the back seat of his taxi he would bend my knees to avoid an accident, always looking at my legs and breasts with more sinism but it really delighted me to feel somehow deceived and he managed to do so before his gaze, always talking to me in a curt manner but always knowing more about me... I knew that he was married, had children, where he worked, my age, my hobbies, and always his conversations ended in inviting me to go out and talk, it was obvious that something more wanted since he had already taken the measure of being alone, finishing by paying and his gaze always at mine between my legs, there wasn't a day that didn't do so with morbidness his gaze was petrifying... At work I continued to carry the gazes of all the clients from young men to old men and women who looked at me with disdain, something I didn't pay attention to, especially Dani who always checked me out from the walls of the kitchen or the back of the TV, looking at my buttocks and legs wherever I walked, I started to feel desired but by Dani who never lost sight of his cock stored in my gallery like moving more when facing him and his back, inclining myself opening my legs for moments or lifting my buttocks... My jealousy grew bigger and Dani's desire to talk to me every time were greater, I don't know if it was because he accepted his apologies or by trying again, I started to hate his girlfriend the most since she always hugged him, kissed him, or sat on his legs.
Before so many things were the same at home with my idiot husband and the luxurious taxi driver and my jealousy towards Dani and his stupid girlfriend, I started feeling the need to be able to talk to Dani and clear things up but couldn't figure out how, since now Dani only spoke to me in extreme cases at work and avoided seeing me when making contact with the ... I still remember the day and hour when I took enough courage to do it, it was 9 am, I had taken my kids to school, preparing breakfast for my husband and lunch while watching the phone, I talked to Dani while my husband was taking a bath. Marked and immediately Dani answered me. Hello, hello Daniel, if Carmen says so, I need to talk to you, can you come over? I immediately replied yes and told him at 10 am, enough time for the house to be empty, without more, I ended the call and finished getting ready Juan, who left gave me a kiss on the cheek and left in a hurry while watching him run off to work, enough time to take a bath and get dressed... While taking a bath, I thought about what to wear and opted for a red dress, Dani's favorite, which I had worn to work two or three times because I knew he liked it
Frente to the mirror and with a few minutes to spare I admired myself next to the mirror, slowly lifting my dress that was still small, struggling for it to be seen as even smaller, more clinging to my buttocks. The doorbell rang and it was obvious it was Dani, so we met face-to-face. His gaze would momentarily drop to my legs and then return to my eyes or breasts. I invited him to come in and offered him something to drink, while he sat down on the sofa, I moved around like a silly girl, which he accepted as I died of nerves...
We both sat down facing each other, with me sitting up straight. Then I got to the point... Dani, I want to talk about what happened that night. The icebreaker question made him hesitate, saying sorry and apologizing in different ways without stopping to speak. You know if my husband finds out it'll be bad for you, Carmen, I don't want to lose your friendship or job, I just want us to forget what happened... Why did you do it? (apologies) WHY DID YOU DO IT?) I didn't want... I matured and tell me why you did it. I got severe and direct, still crying, explaining the reason which was my way of dressing myself, how I saw myself, and thinking poorly about the situation... Your girlfriend would get angry? He seemed like a little boy even smaller because his tears were even bigger and his stuttering made it hard to understand him. My heart broke seeing him like that, as if I was interrogating a child who had been put between a rock and a hard place...
I don't know if I'm wrong or not and I asked about the little girl he thought of her, stammering he said Brenda failed us and we wanted to try again. Now I knew his name from that little girl. Without warning, I questioned him, do you think I'm just anyone for dressing like this or did you think...
He got up and covered his face with his hands, still crying like a child, trying to avoid the conversation... TELL ME 😡😡 Then what happened... Ess, esss was... excited, why, for you... What got you excited Dani TELL me well little boy... ...... ...,........... Your t-t-t-t-tits and your nipples Carmen, I remembered that night and instead of getting angry I got very excited the need was killing me more than anything .. And your girlfriend who ... Already Carmen poooo pooorr favooorr Without prior notice I did what I never imagined but I had a desire to take it to my own and crying with force and stuttering, like a desperate mother yank her belt and pull down her pants with everything and boxer and without hesitation started sucking her...
Without putting up any resistance and with a look of amazement on my face, I watched her amazed expression while she had that thing inside my mouth without letting it out, filling it with saliva. This surprised me because it was starting to get rigid and strong from the sucking I gave it... Car car Carmen... Shut up, you wanted this, not for them to suck you like that. She started to manage a bit more and moaning while saying yes, as if she could, since now she was masturbating herself strongly and spitting it out while her legs were starting to weaken from the effort of staying upright, just a few minutes before... Cock was super erect, its glans started to release pre-seminal liquid while I opened it with my fingers to suck it between its glans, opening it several inches as she fainted. She brought her hands to my head, pushing my mouth in and out of her thing... Her eyes were blank, speaking for herself about what she was enjoying, and I was but almost done; her stomach moved, wanting to shoot her semen, I got up and kissed her without breathing, starting to answer the kisses, took her balls strongly, complaining of excitement to grab her cock with force and masturbate it... Do you like it, Dani? Yes, Carmen, I like it, but I feel like grabbing her balls strongly with one hand and masturbating her cock with the other; it felt very hot and bigger than my husband's, which excited me because now I was enjoying a big thing and not just a girl's cock like my husband's... Her fallopian tube was something monstrous, I stayed looking at it fixedly when she started to jerk strongly; her semen was abundant and hot while her balls disappeared from the effort of this orgasm. There were 1, 2, continuous shots, then I proceeded to kiss him with my tongue when the third shot stopped, and he calmed down more strongly on the floor, inside his mouth I felt like moaning which felt delicious and more... My whole hand was full of very thick, I was watching it drip while we were kissing, I separated from him quietly on the couch next to him and as his head rested on my side, I brought my hand to his cock masturbating the last bit that remained observing it lose its erection little by little, he looked exhausted, tired, finished both of us sat down while I rested my head on his chest bringing each finger to my mouth and savoring his young semen, it was delicious, a little less bitter than my husband's but much thicker and in greater quantity no change from the amazement at how thoroughly I had propagated it, we laughed a bit, we were in a series of kisses... While taking my legs around him barely able to because my thighs looked enormous before his hands, to finish with slower kisses, by putting myself on my feet and going to the bathroom to clean and adjust my dress, when I left I could still see him with his cock outside and a little more refreshed I sat down beside him and cleaned every corner of his cock, balls and parts of his legs, it was almost time to go to work he asked us not to go but it was necessary to go, I convinced him to go to work while kissing him and telling him that this could keep happening and so it was but I will continue with one of many morbid encounters that I will tell in the next part 💋💋💋
Good morning, my love, how did you sleep? Juan - Fine, woman, and you, what's going on today, everything okay? Me - Yes, everything is fine, and I proceeded to serve lunch and have breakfast with the family. My husband took a bath, got ready for work, my kids were watching TV and playing, and my head was full of questions...
Like a child, I would see myself that way, when did I lose respect for myself by seeing me that way? Maybe I gave him a start on what happened?? Those kinds of questions and no answers kept coming to my head again and again, when I could finish my chores and give my kids permission to go out and play, I went to my room, sat down in front of the bed, and with the silence at home, I turned on my cell phone something very deep inside me wanted to find an answer to everything that had happened...
When I turned on my cell phone, I found a message from Daniel asking for forgiveness in many ways, without answering him, I went back to see that image of that little boy who still cost me more to believe...
My apologies passed to the background and I could appreciate that photo full of morbo, I started looking at the size, thickness, the strong erection that was infused in that piece of young flesh, I unloaded the image and saved it in my private gallery because it wasn't the only time I would see it, I'm sure I'd love to keep seeing it... On Monday, I preferred to leave differently dressed trying to calm what had happened by putting on pants and lowering my libido from the situationMonday I arrived at my work, continued with mine, was more meticulous about my work and chatting with my coworkers, since Daniel had arrived and avoided his gaze and short conversations all the time, infusing a great rejection towards him, even though he wanted to talk or take me home, always pushing me away with a strong NO. Days passed and I kept going to my job in comfortable clothes... To be honest, we were like that for about two weeks, my surprise was that now I found myself every day with Daniel at the exit and his ex-girlfriend, that girl who had hurt him so much, Daniel lowered his gaze while I shook my head, feeling sorry for him and thinking he was very foolish to have put up with her for so long...In my place, jealousy started to take over when I saw him like that, I didn't know what was happening but I felt rage at seeing them all cuddled up kissing, that boy still kept being cute with me despite the rejections I gave him at work and the apology texts he never replied to, but included me in conversations... My days at home were worse with my husband, we barely spoke and he never told me anything about how I used to dress, no flattery or anything started making me feel empty little by little since my husband would sleep on the couch whenever he could, lost in alcohol. Like every woman, I started feeling the need for love in my life, remembering the taxi driver's flattery, my neighbors seeing me and especially Daniel... I remembered the words that seemed to excite Daniel so much - my buttocks and thighs - and decided to keep getting dressed up, having an escape, feeling good when leaving home...I returned to the services of a taxi driver who was a man not very interesting, fat, disheveled, sweaty, bald, and with some missing teeth but very morbid since every time I sat in the back seat of his taxi he would bend my knees to avoid an accident, always looking at my legs and breasts with more sinism but it really delighted me to feel somehow deceived and he managed to do so before his gaze, always talking to me in a curt manner but always knowing more about me... I knew that he was married, had children, where he worked, my age, my hobbies, and always his conversations ended in inviting me to go out and talk, it was obvious that something more wanted since he had already taken the measure of being alone, finishing by paying and his gaze always at mine between my legs, there wasn't a day that didn't do so with morbidness his gaze was petrifying... At work I continued to carry the gazes of all the clients from young men to old men and women who looked at me with disdain, something I didn't pay attention to, especially Dani who always checked me out from the walls of the kitchen or the back of the TV, looking at my buttocks and legs wherever I walked, I started to feel desired but by Dani who never lost sight of his cock stored in my gallery like moving more when facing him and his back, inclining myself opening my legs for moments or lifting my buttocks... My jealousy grew bigger and Dani's desire to talk to me every time were greater, I don't know if it was because he accepted his apologies or by trying again, I started to hate his girlfriend the most since she always hugged him, kissed him, or sat on his legs.Before so many things were the same at home with my idiot husband and the luxurious taxi driver and my jealousy towards Dani and his stupid girlfriend, I started feeling the need to be able to talk to Dani and clear things up but couldn't figure out how, since now Dani only spoke to me in extreme cases at work and avoided seeing me when making contact with the ... I still remember the day and hour when I took enough courage to do it, it was 9 am, I had taken my kids to school, preparing breakfast for my husband and lunch while watching the phone, I talked to Dani while my husband was taking a bath. Marked and immediately Dani answered me. Hello, hello Daniel, if Carmen says so, I need to talk to you, can you come over? I immediately replied yes and told him at 10 am, enough time for the house to be empty, without more, I ended the call and finished getting ready Juan, who left gave me a kiss on the cheek and left in a hurry while watching him run off to work, enough time to take a bath and get dressed... While taking a bath, I thought about what to wear and opted for a red dress, Dani's favorite, which I had worn to work two or three times because I knew he liked itFrente to the mirror and with a few minutes to spare I admired myself next to the mirror, slowly lifting my dress that was still small, struggling for it to be seen as even smaller, more clinging to my buttocks. The doorbell rang and it was obvious it was Dani, so we met face-to-face. His gaze would momentarily drop to my legs and then return to my eyes or breasts. I invited him to come in and offered him something to drink, while he sat down on the sofa, I moved around like a silly girl, which he accepted as I died of nerves... We both sat down facing each other, with me sitting up straight. Then I got to the point... Dani, I want to talk about what happened that night. The icebreaker question made him hesitate, saying sorry and apologizing in different ways without stopping to speak. You know if my husband finds out it'll be bad for you, Carmen, I don't want to lose your friendship or job, I just want us to forget what happened... Why did you do it? (apologies) WHY DID YOU DO IT?) I didn't want... I matured and tell me why you did it. I got severe and direct, still crying, explaining the reason which was my way of dressing myself, how I saw myself, and thinking poorly about the situation... Your girlfriend would get angry? He seemed like a little boy even smaller because his tears were even bigger and his stuttering made it hard to understand him. My heart broke seeing him like that, as if I was interrogating a child who had been put between a rock and a hard place...
I don't know if I'm wrong or not and I asked about the little girl he thought of her, stammering he said Brenda failed us and we wanted to try again. Now I knew his name from that little girl. Without warning, I questioned him, do you think I'm just anyone for dressing like this or did you think...
He got up and covered his face with his hands, still crying like a child, trying to avoid the conversation... TELL ME 😡😡 Then what happened... Ess, esss was... excited, why, for you... What got you excited Dani TELL me well little boy... ...... ...,........... Your t-t-t-t-tits and your nipples Carmen, I remembered that night and instead of getting angry I got very excited the need was killing me more than anything .. And your girlfriend who ... Already Carmen poooo pooorr favooorr Without prior notice I did what I never imagined but I had a desire to take it to my own and crying with force and stuttering, like a desperate mother yank her belt and pull down her pants with everything and boxer and without hesitation started sucking her...
Without putting up any resistance and with a look of amazement on my face, I watched her amazed expression while she had that thing inside my mouth without letting it out, filling it with saliva. This surprised me because it was starting to get rigid and strong from the sucking I gave it... Car car Carmen... Shut up, you wanted this, not for them to suck you like that. She started to manage a bit more and moaning while saying yes, as if she could, since now she was masturbating herself strongly and spitting it out while her legs were starting to weaken from the effort of staying upright, just a few minutes before... Cock was super erect, its glans started to release pre-seminal liquid while I opened it with my fingers to suck it between its glans, opening it several inches as she fainted. She brought her hands to my head, pushing my mouth in and out of her thing... Her eyes were blank, speaking for herself about what she was enjoying, and I was but almost done; her stomach moved, wanting to shoot her semen, I got up and kissed her without breathing, starting to answer the kisses, took her balls strongly, complaining of excitement to grab her cock with force and masturbate it... Do you like it, Dani? Yes, Carmen, I like it, but I feel like grabbing her balls strongly with one hand and masturbating her cock with the other; it felt very hot and bigger than my husband's, which excited me because now I was enjoying a big thing and not just a girl's cock like my husband's... Her fallopian tube was something monstrous, I stayed looking at it fixedly when she started to jerk strongly; her semen was abundant and hot while her balls disappeared from the effort of this orgasm. There were 1, 2, continuous shots, then I proceeded to kiss him with my tongue when the third shot stopped, and he calmed down more strongly on the floor, inside his mouth I felt like moaning which felt delicious and more... My whole hand was full of very thick, I was watching it drip while we were kissing, I separated from him quietly on the couch next to him and as his head rested on my side, I brought my hand to his cock masturbating the last bit that remained observing it lose its erection little by little, he looked exhausted, tired, finished both of us sat down while I rested my head on his chest bringing each finger to my mouth and savoring his young semen, it was delicious, a little less bitter than my husband's but much thicker and in greater quantity no change from the amazement at how thoroughly I had propagated it, we laughed a bit, we were in a series of kisses... While taking my legs around him barely able to because my thighs looked enormous before his hands, to finish with slower kisses, by putting myself on my feet and going to the bathroom to clean and adjust my dress, when I left I could still see him with his cock outside and a little more refreshed I sat down beside him and cleaned every corner of his cock, balls and parts of his legs, it was almost time to go to work he asked us not to go but it was necessary to go, I convinced him to go to work while kissing him and telling him that this could keep happening and so it was but I will continue with one of many morbid encounters that I will tell in the next part 💋💋💋
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