The two days that had passed since I left my neighbor's house, furious and disillusioned, without having run into him again. Even I had given our game totally for finished. My last words before slamming the door, shouting: 'You're a pathetic impotent piece of shit' I know men too well to realize that those harsh words would have deeply wounded his masculine ego.
For my part, I didn't want to continue that madness either. I knew I was putting my marriage at risk, and honestly, Alex and I were living a sweet and happy stage in our relationship.
I was completely sure that I wouldn't let myself be dragged back into the morbid and insane game that my neighbor had maintained with me over the past few days. As a woman, I also felt hurt. My own love had been damaged because I wasn't used to being rejected by a man like that.
'Why didn't he want to screw me?' I wondered more than once, unable to get a clear answer. It was clear that he desired me; no man makes a woman run after him if he doesn't like her. I had seen his morbid eyes, the way he looked at me, touched me, talked to me...
Since I was almost a child, I had been used to men always being behind me. They would try to pick me up, look at me with desire. I loved that game where they tried to seduce me and I made it easier or harder for them; sometimes impossible, according to my moods. I've always been a very capricious woman.
Many people think that if you're as fiery and passionate as I am, you practically sleep with anyone who crosses your path. In my case, I have to say that's completely untrue. Because I've always been very selective when it comes to sleeping with a guy. Although sometimes, I admit that the morbid excitement of the moment or my own desire has gotten the better of me, rather than the man's physical appearance.
I like handsome men, very well-groomed, tall... dark-haired; but above all very masculine and very men. A deep voice, a secure and piercing gaze, strong and vigorous hands, a frank smile, a decided and upright walk...
Although it's true that prototypes can sometimes break without knowing the real reason. Suddenly, you might find yourself attracted to a man who doesn't meet any of those characteristics. It hasn't happened to me before, but maybe in those cases our subconscious finds new incentives to want to experiment with that person. Something like that must have happened with my neighbor, since physically I'd like to emphasize he wasn't the type of man I usually fixate on.
That morning, after leaving my little one at daycare, I returned home. I intended to go for a run, as I've always loved practicing sports, an interest I shared by luck with my husband.
I remember putting on some short and fitted black and fuchsia leggings, a sports bra, a matching top, and running shoes.
As I was leaving the house, putting on my sports headphones, when just at that moment my neighbor's door opened.
—Good morning Olivia— I heard him say behind me, just as I pressed the elevator button.
I turned around, startled, my heart racing more intensely than it would later while running.
—Good morning—, I replied as dryly as possible.
But that morning my neighbor was accompanied by another man, roughly fifty years old, who was staring at me in a dazed manner.
—Are you going for a run? You've got that body... —He declared with a smile on his lips, just as he positioned himself behind me in the elevator.
I didn't respond. I wasn't thinking of falling into his provocative games. I simply focused, trying to make the elevator go faster, in that descent, which was becoming interminable for me. The two men were looking at me from head to toe, making low comments that I intuited as obscene and coarse. Making myself feel a little more violent with each passing second.
—Luís, I'm going to have to come over to your house more often. You have a neighborhood that's a joy to behold —, the other man joked.
As he said it, I couldn't help but exchange a glance with my neighbor. I noticed a special glint in his eyes, as if he were saying: Finally you know my name. This idiot has slipped up.
Just when the elevator doors opened, Luís and his friend stayed inside, forcing me to leave first.
At that moment, just as I was reaching for the door handle to exit, I felt a strong slap on one of my buttocks. I looked back with eyes blazing with anger and indignation.
—What's your problem? —I yelled, out of control.
—Don't get upset, Olivia! It's not worth it! You and I have confidence in each other for this kind of thing, and for a lot more—, my neighbor indicated, without losing his cool or stopping to smile.
I could have said a few things, but I didn't want to waste any more time. I wanted to get out of there as soon as possible. In part, I felt responsible for everything that was happening to me, for having given him permission to behave this way with me
—What a good one! —I heard his friend say just before I left the entrance, put on my Garmin, and started running.
I thought maybe Luís had told his friend about the kind of game he and I had been playing since I arrived at the building.
«He's an idiot!» I insulted him with rage inside me.
I was exasperated, totally furious and rabid. I didn't know whether it was the way he spoke to me or if he had hit me on the butt that had annoyed me more, or if he had done all this in front of his friend without showing any respect.
«If he does something like that again, I'll give him such a strong kick in the balls that he'll never want to do it again», I sentenced deep within myself.
That day was one of the few times when not even going for a run managed to be some kind of balm for me. The more The rhythm increased, and my heart beat faster, my anger grew more intense.
I could still feel, above the fine mesh of running, his hand slapping one of my buttocks.
You and I have confidence for this, and for much more. His words repeated themselves over and over inside me, as if there was an echo in my head. The more I heard them, the more they sounded like a terrible threat.
Would you want to blackmail me? Would you be able to tell my husband everything? I finally arrived home and got into the shower. The cold water mitigated some of the ominous feeling. I would have to have a face-to-face with him. I told myself, convinced. I thought about knocking on his door, maybe he was already home. But he was such a mysterious man that, from his house, never emitted any noise.
I went out determined and went straight to his door. I had to solve this as soon as possible. Then I rang the bell, and waited nervously. No one opened the door or heard the slightest sound. I called again, getting the same result.
Is he inside looking at me through the peephole? Or is he still on the street with his friend? The doubts hit me.
— Did you want something, Olivia? — I heard his voice, stern and grave, just behind me.
I turned around, disconcerted. Instinctively, I looked him in the face, not giving him time to avoid it. Just then, he was stepping out of the elevator. I was so focused on my own thoughts that I hadn't even heard when the doors opened.
I stood there speechless, while he approached with firm and decided steps, without looking away from me, without removing his piercing gaze, without retracting his sarcastic smile.
— Did you want to say something? Or maybe you wanted to get back into my bed? Are you so horny that you can't wait for your husband to come back? — His tone sounded more aggressive and hurtful than usual. More like accusations.
— I wanted to talk to you — I said, trying to reduce my nervousness — Only talk — I repeated.
— Only talk? Olivia, The truth is that I feel disappointed — he said, trying to provoke me. Holding himself so close to me that I could even feel the warmth of his body.
—Luís —, I dared to call him by his proper name for the first time.
—I'm married. Happily married —, I corrected.
—I have a small child, and we're talking about having another one. We just bought this apartment. I don't want to do this, I can't put what I love most in danger—, I said almost on the verge of tears.
—What? What do you mean by 'I don't want to do' this?
—he asked, putting his hand on my hip, which I was about to reject with a violent swat. However, I moved back a little, escaping from the contact of that hand in a less aggressive way. I didn't want to escalate the situation; I was afraid of making him angry at that moment.
—This game —, I tried to explain
—I mean you and me, touching each other whenever you feel like it, just like you did this morning. I know everything has been my fault, but please forget what's happened between us—
—he said, his mouth perilously close to my ear.
I didn't answer. I wanted him to leave me alone. I didn't want to continue playing along. Besides, I was afraid that any neighbor could see us in that position.
—you're mine, Olivia, so you touch when I want to or tell you what I feel like. And do you want to know why you're mine?
—he asked, his lips already on the lobe of my ear.
—I don't want to be anyone's. I don't want you to talk to me like that—
—I said stammering.
—you're mine because when I do this, you open your legs —
—he said, putting a hand between my thighs and introducing it under my skirt, until it was rubbing against the tip of her fingers, my panties. Then I let out a soft and subtle moan, which made me feel almost ashamed in an instant. --You're mine-- he said, rubbing his lips against mine --Because when you kiss me, you get turned on-- he added, joining his mouth to mine. I felt the tip of his tongue on my lips, then I opened them to let him pass. At that moment, our tongues joined in a hot and fiery kiss. He pulled away from my mouth by a few centimeters. Even in that position, without being able to see him directly, I could intuit his morbid smile. --Who are you belong to, Olivia?-- he asked, raising the tone. --Yours. I'm yours--, I replied, anxious and murmuring in a low voice. Again pressing my mouth against his, seeking a new kiss. He began to undress me, first softly, then increasing the intensity. At the same time, his hand crossed the border of my wet panties. I noticed how his fingers forced the fragile and tenuous resistance of my sex, entering with vehemence into my vagina. My mouth came off his, I needed to take a breath and exhale in the form of a moan. I couldn't contain inside me, the pleasant gasps that flooded me. Feeling his fingers, entering and leaving at their pleasure from my vagina, made me feel morbid desires to be fucked right there. In the doorway, visible to anyone, it didn't matter if some unwanted neighbor passed by. --Tonight when you're fucking your husband's cuck, will you come for me?-- he asked, putting me to the test. --Yes. But please, don't stop. Keep kissing and fingering me with your fingers--, I said with difficulty. --I want to see how they screw you!--; He suddenly let go of me. --Make them do it! Screw me yourself!--; I shouted louder than I would have liked to express. Then he stopped suddenly, pulling his hand out of my thighs. --I want to see the face of the slut you're making. I want to see how they screw you--; He repeated. --No, I can't. My husband would never consent for you to be present while we make love--; I responded with a certain degree of confusion, not understanding that he was suggesting something to me.
—All I know is that I need to see how they do it—, he expressed laconically —Now matured! I have many things to do and must leave.
I sighed heavily. I wasn't used to his abrupt changes, his ups and downs. But I didn't dare say anything. I put my underwear back on and lowered my skirt.
I tried to kiss him again before going home, but he dodged me.
—Now matured! See you tomorrow— He exclaimed categorically and authoritatively.
I didn't respond. I would have liked it if he had accompanied me. To get him into my bed, to see me naked, to kiss me; to feel his hands on my body, to have his mouth, to enjoy his cock...
I closed the door and undressed myself in the hallway, leaving my clothes abandoned on the floor. I was so horny that even the slight touch of my sex as I walked was like a torture.
First, I took off my shirt, then my skirt, my underwear, my stockings, my shoes...
I marched straight to the bathroom and turned on the bathtub faucet while it filled up, then went back to my bedroom, opened the first drawer of my nightstand, and grabbed a thick gelatin synthetic cock of flesh color.
Next, I headed back to the bathroom like an automaton. As if at that moment I was only programmed to do that, I submerged myself in the water with my eyes closed, spread my legs, and introduced the thick synthetic cock into my sex. I put it in slowly, bit by bit, feeling my little one swallowing each centimeter of the thick consolator. When it was fully inserted into my vagina, I opened my eyes, letting out a long and harsh groan. I experienced such pleasure that I couldn't help but bray like an animal in heat.
Then, I started to screw myself like a madwoman with my eyes closed, imagining my neighbor.
Luís, Luís, f**k me. I'm yours, I repeated, encouraging my own excitement.
A intense orgasm consumed my sex, making my whole body tremble.
—Joderrrrrrr that's so good...! —I couldn't help it. that crying. I didn't think of anyone but myself. Then I closed my eyes and fell asleep. In the bathtub, with the vibrator abandoned inside my sex. I don't know how much time passed like that, half an hour, an hour... I couldn't say exactly. All I remember is waking up feeling finally happy and relaxed. One thing was clear, Luis and I were not lovers or at least we didn't maintain any relationship like I had known until then. In our case, there was no equity, he decided the times, the way, the forms, the place, everything... That's what excited me most about our games. Never knew when something would happen. Could spend days without seeing him, keeping me anxious, and suddenly, one morning when I least expected it, I'd find him in front of me. Those weeks I was having sex every night with my husband more intensely than usual, just thinking that Luis might be listening to me and masturbating on the other side of the wall would make me incredibly horny. I remember that morning. Alex was about to leave for work. He had already reached the door, but then turned back and repeated himself again. Olivia, don't forget to stop by the bank. When you drop off the kid at daycare, you need to go to the office and transfer the money. It's very important that you do it today so it reaches them on Monday morning, he said, leaning in to give me a goodbye kiss before adding affectionately, I love you, nena. I love you too, I replied, And don't worry about the transfer, leave it to my account, I added just before closing the door. Meanwhile, my son was crying uncontrollably asking for his bottle that I had been preparing. Five minutes after Alex left, the doorbell rang. Through the peephole and opened the door, without losing a single second.
—Good morning Olivia”—, Luis said looking at my little one who was holding in his arms.
—Luis, what are you doing here?—, I asked surprised. Never until that day had he dared to knock on my door.
—Later—, he began saying—When you leave your son at the daycare, come to my house. I want to talk to you”—, he added winking at me.
I couldn't help but feel an instant excitement.
—Do you want me to put something special on?—, I asked playfully.
—Dress like a slut—, he responded sarcastically—Come as you always do. Like that”—, he said pointing at the clothes I was wearing and giving me a light and affectionate slap on the butt.
—Okay, see you later then—, I said looking at my son—“He's hungry”—, I added.
—Don't be late”—, he manifested marching off without saying goodbye.
I tried to get Luis out of my head while giving breakfast to the little one. Then I sat him down in a high chair, while I finished getting ready.
I put on some dark stockings, wore a black thong that matched the color, which I had bought a few days ago. I knew it was the color he liked most for women's underwear. Then I tried on several mini skirts but couldn't decide on any of them. Finally, I opted for one with black and white squares. After that, I put on a white shirt without a bra and, to finish, chose some new black high heels. I gave myself three or four turns around the long mirror in my bedroom.
You're perfect, Olivia, I encouraged myself, satisfied with the result.
Once I finished getting ready, I picked up my son and put him in his stroller, rushing out of the house and heading to daycare. After leaving him with the caregivers, I thought about going to the bank. I had promised my husband that I would definitely go to make the transfer. But then I doubted.
I'll come up with any excuse, I've always been a woman of resources. Something will occur to me, I thought and hurried off home.
Finally I was in front of her door. I rang the bell, noticing how my hand was trembling like a 15-year-old on their first date. The door opened.
—Come in, Olivia. I'm glad to see you —, she said, moving aside to let me enter and then closing the door behind me —Let's have something before we go to the bedroom—, she invited, grabbing my waist.
—At this hour? —I asked laughing.
—For certain vices, it's never too early or too late —, she replied, giving me a strong slap on the butt that tasted like glory to me —You've got a great ass, foxy!
I laughed happily. I always liked being spoken to like that when I'm horny.
What do you prefer? A beer? A wine? A cocktail? —, she offered, not stopping from spanking my butt.
—I know you don't have to get me drunk to fuck with me —, I joked —But a beer is fine —, I added.
Then she opened the fridge and took out a can of white beer from a famous supermarket.
—Let's go to the living room —, she suggested, grabbing me again by the waist.
As soon as we entered the living room, my blood ran cold. Sitting on the sofa was a man.
How could I have gotten myself into such a trap?, I thought, disappointed and angry once more.
—Hi Olivia, I'm glad to see you again —, the man greeted me, not even bothering to get up.
I recognized him in that same instant; it was her friend, the one who had seen Luis give me a slap on the butt in the elevator.
My first reaction was to get out of there as quickly as possible. But Luis was leaning against the door, preventing me from leaving the living room.
—Olivia —he said with an extremely slow and tranquil voice —This is Pablo, my best friend.
I looked at Luis with hatred. Full of anger, I approached him, shouting in a threatening tone.
—I want to leave —, I shouted —Get out of the way —, I exploded in a threatening tone.
—Calm down, Olivia, can you tell me what's wrong? —, he asked, holding my arms
—What's wrong with me? What is he doing here? —, I shouted more and more nervously, pointing at Pablo that remained in silence. —Sit down! — He said, pushing me against one of the old and creaky sofas —Pablo will leave soon. I assure you. I've told you to calm down. If you want to leave! Leave with your husband and don't come back to your slut life! —, he exclaimed imperatively. I remained silent, not daring to lift my eyes from the floor. Luis was truly angry with me, and he was threatening not to want to see me again. Then I realized that he was holding the beer he had given me in the kitchen, pulled the tab, and took a long drink. —I think I made it clear the other day —, he said, slightly calmer. —I pointed out that I would like to see you having sex —he expressed that last part, raising his voice slightly. —And I assured you that Alex will never consent for any man to be present when we make love —, I spoke finally, my voice interrupted. —I know Olivia, she would never put your marriage at risk —, he manifested, sitting down beside me. —So what do you want? Do you want me to record a betrayal like I'm having sex with my husband? —Of course not! — He interrupted me. —That's why I thought of Pablo —, in that precise moment, I remembered we weren't alone. —Not even in your dreams —, I responded defensively —I won't do a threesome with you and your friend —, I said almost disrespectfully. —But who the hell has spoken here about doing a threesome? Olivia, don't you understand? —, he asked tiredly. At that moment, I understood everything. How could I have been so blind? —Do you want me to fuck your friend, so you can see how we do it? —, I asked incredulously. Luis nodded affirmatively with his head. —Finally, you've understood! —, he admitted, making a gesture of clapping his hands. —And do you really think I'll let myself get fucked by that man, so you can masturbate? Are we crazy? —, I asked, more and more disconcerted and exasperated. —That's exactly the point. Would you do it, Olivia? Would you be willing to let yourself get fucked for Pablo?
For me to enjoy it? —He interrupted, taking one of my hands and holding it between his. —Quid pro quo —I said, imitating the Latin phrase he had just formulated —Fuck with Pablo instead of you —, I added, surprised that he would dare ask me for such a thing. —Olivia, would you do it for me? Or would you rather leave and forget all this forever? —He asked, launching an ultimatum at me. A heavy silence fell over me again, as if it were a weighty stone. I felt so enraged that my words were swirling around in my head. I was trying to order them, to express them more clearly. 'Of course I won't fuck with Pablo for your satisfaction! You idiot! Do you think I'm the sex charity? I wouldn't do anything like that for anyone, and least of all for a fool like you. If you can't even screw me... why are you playing with me?' I was about to spit it all out at him and leave as soon as possible 'What's the point of wasting more time?' But then Luís did something that left me stunned again. He pressed his mouth to mine without letting me respond. He didn't give me time even to react. I hadn't expected anything like that in that moment. I could feel his lips on mine, closed my eyes and let myself be carried away. It was the softest and warmest kiss Luís had given me up until then. His lips were smooth and seductive; subtle and exquisite. They managed to take possession of mine. His tongue entered my mouth, timid but determined. Luís knew how to make the most of that moment by placing his hand softly on one of my thighs. It was just a gentle touch with the warm tip of his fingers, a caress, a timid tickle. Just a light contact, but precise and sufficient for me to open my legs without wanting to, a little more. But he didn't accept my subtle invitation; he didn't want to push his way through my thighs, where just a little higher up, something was waiting for him... ardent sex. I knew that, in this way, I would stay much more anxious and excited.
Then he pulled his lips away from mine, and brought them to my ear. He began to whisper. I could feel the roughness of his wet lips on the lobe of my ear. His words sounded like a fine melody. I was horny, it was as if I had been bewitched. In just one instant, with that simple gesture, he had managed to transform all my anger into a dangerous and overflowing excitement
—Olivia—, he repeated my name incessantly —It will be like being with me. You'll be by my side, looking at me and desiring me equally. You can feel me, hear me. Notice how much I like you. How much I desire...
At that moment, the hand rubbing my thigh began to palpate it more intensely and decisively. Moving forward the positions he maintained in the rear, until I could feel the tip of his fingers against my panties.
—Who are you, Olivia?—, he asked me just at that instant, when my excitement was already palpable. He even caught me off guard, making me want to let out a brief sigh.
—Yours—, I said, moving my neck, searching for his mouth to kiss him again.
—Show me. I want to see if you're really mine.—, he asked me just before our lips met.
That was the moment when I looked at Pablo. Until that moment, I hadn't even noticed him.
Pablo must have been around fifty years old; he took care of himself well, was tall, had a receding beard, very well-groomed and filled with gray hair, which gave him a serious and masculine appearance. One could say he had some attraction, but it wasn't the kind of man I would have noticed if we had met on the street or in a bar.
The man had remained prudently silent, observing the scene like a mere spectator who hadn't been invited to participate. He even forgot about my presence at one point.
He was wearing jeans and a White and blue stripes perfectly ironed, so I assumed he was married. I focused on his pose, keeping his arms crossed as if he were defensively against a probable rejection from my part. He wasn't leaving me alone impatiently. Then I got up, walked towards him. Slowly and pausefully, almost in slow motion, letting that stranger devour me with his gaze. When I reached where he was, I sat on his legs, giving him my back, and looking at Luís straight on. --Is this what you want? See how another man knows how to enjoy me?--, I manifested suddenly, trying to hurt his pride as revenge for having put me in such a situation. I felt the stranger's hands grabbing me by the waist, while Luís looked at me with a special sparkle in his eyes. He wasn't smiling anymore. At that moment, his perpetual and sarcastic expression had disappeared. He was serious and circumspect. --Finally you've understood. Now I want you to screw her--, he said with a totally imperative and authoritarian tone. Pablo's hands were rising from behind, reaching my bust. He started palping my breasts above the shirt. Without leaving Luís' gaze, I myself began unbuttoning one by one the buttons of the shirt, which was giving way and opening up before the push of my lush, exuberant breasts. I wanted to offer them to a stranger, for Luís to see what he was missing. Pablo didn't take long to accept them, grabbing one with each hand as if it were a gift. --Do you like them?--, I said turning around and looking at Pablo for the first time in the eyes. --I love them. I never imagined them so big--, he responded without stopping to touch them. Then I got up for an instant, taking advantage of that moment to lift my skirt a bit, allowing me to make the next move. Sitting on top of Pablo. We looked at each other for an instant, barely having seen each other, and then we started kissing. Passionately. It was a kiss full of precipitation and desire. We were both very excited. I started moving my hips in circles while we didn't stop kissing each other, trying to feel the bulge of his pants over my wet panties.
One of his hands continued to caress one of my breasts on the side, while with the other he tried to round off the perimeter of my ass above the fabric of my skirt.
I separated my mouth from hers, I needed the contact of her body urgently. At that moment, I started unbuttoning her shirt anxiously and hurriedly. She had hair on her chest, not too much. Her pectorals showed some gray hairs but remained firm and surprisingly smooth. Then I pulled my body back a bit to start kissing all over his torso.
I love kissing that part of a man's body, feeling his smell, his masculinity, his essence... I sucked his nipples, tracing with my eager tongue every inch of his skin. But I needed more, I felt the impudent demand to take a bolder step.
I got up lazily from his lap, took off my shirt, and threw it on the floor.
Take down your pants! I said, looking for Luis's gaze - I want to see what you have there, I added, pointing morbidly at Pablo's crotch.
I took advantage of that moment to take off my skirt while he was undoing his pants as if they were burning him. Then he sat back down on the old and decrepit sofa. I knelt down, putting my head between his hairy legs. After that, I started caressing that bulge that protruded under his boxers.
As if it were a gift you're afraid to unwrap, I slowly put my fingers inside until I finally had it in the palm of my hand. Hard and solid. I could feel all his masculine power in my hand, like a petrous and consistent stake.
I pulled it out of his boxers and then looked at it with desire. I took advantage of starting to masturbate him, just a couple of centimeters of my face.
—Have you seen how long she lasts?— I said smiling, showing Luis all the excitement Pablo felt because of my fault.
—Everyone wants you, Olivia, and I'm the one who most does—, Luis replied, looking fixedly at me, not losing a single detail, from just a few meters away. —Do you want to eat it?— he asked, knowing full well my response.
Luis came even closer, sitting down beside us on the worn-out and decadent red sofa. He was so close I could have touched him. I took advantage of that closeness to look at him intently in the eyes, while with the tip of my tongue I circled peripherally around Pablo's glans. I wanted that cock, just as I craved Luís seeing it. Feeling all my excitement.
—What a yummy!— I expressed just before swallowing her whole into my mouth.
I began to devour that hard and hot piece of meat with eagerness. Feeling the entire impetus of a man, almost touching my throat, made me completely crazy. Pablo was holding me back, putting his hands on my short red hair.
—What good Olivia! What good you're eating it!— I heard Pablo say.
—Eat it all up. Eat it like a good slut—, Luis encouraged me.
Hearing him talk to me like that made me even hotter. That made the unbridled desire I was feeling increase, multiply exponentially.
My subconscious made me fantasize that this vigorous cock I was literally devouring was Luís's.
I couldn't take it anymore, instinctively bringing one of my hands up to my sex, introducing my fingers under my dripping panties. I felt my pussy soaked, gushing out all my womanly essence. My pussy was hot, and I noticed my clitoris swollen. I perceived a shiver when two of my fingers entered my excited vagina.
—Very well Olivia, touch your pussy. Does it burn the pussy? Is it true, slutty?— I heard the morbid voice of my desired neighbor.
—I have my little thing burning. Do you want to?— Want to come and touch him? —, I invited him to join us. —Suck my tits. I want to feel those titas on my cock —, Pablo almost begged me in a stuttering voice —If you keep eating me like that, you'll make me cum —, almost pleaded with me to stop. Then I put his erect cock between my breasts and started rubbing it with them. —Joderrrrrr! —, Pablo exclaimed as he felt the rhythmic movement of my tits on his cock. I looked at Luís, as if seeking his approval, just like a girl seeking to please an adult. He smiled at me, giving me to understand that he was very satisfied with how I was behaving. He was enjoying watching me behave with a man when I'm excited. —Who are you? —, he asked again, eager and sure of hearing the precise answer. —Yours. You already know —, I replied, not stopping from pleasing his friend with my tits. —Olivia, do you want to fuck him? —, she asked me. —Yes —, I affirmed, completely convinced of the strong impulse I felt. —I'm very horny. I feel very slutty —, I added without looking away from him. I got up from the floor and took off my pants, leaving only my shoes and stockings on. —Put a condom on —, I said bluntly, addressing Pablo. He seemed to hesitate, first looking at me and then at Luís, as if he didn't understand what I was asking. —Olivia. You have nothing to worry about. This is the first time Pablo has been unfaithful to his puritan and prudish wife —, my neighbor said with a grimace. —I've been married for twenty-eight years —, confirmed Pablo, taking off his underwear. I shrugged my shoulders. Then I got on the sofa, putting myself on my knees over Pablo. I grabbed his cock and put it directly in front of the entrance to my vagina. I felt his thick glans rubbing against my vulva lips. At that very moment, unable to wait any longer, I let myself fall onto his penis, I felt like it was being inserted into my total body, inside the interior of my pussy.
—Ahhhhh—, I let out a loud moan when I realized I was being pierced.
I closed my eyes for an instant, as if trying to hold onto that immense pleasure that occurs when you've been needed and excited for a long time and can feel your vagina adapting to the thickness of a good cock.
—What a delight!—, I said, opening my eyes and looking for Luis's, who was watching without missing a single detail.
Then I launched myself ferociously onto Pablo, who was watching like he was hypnotized by the movement that this gallop produced in my lush breasts.
—That's yummy—, he said, trying to grab one and take it hungrily to his mouth.
—Do you like how my breasts move?—, I asked morbidly without stopping to fuck him.
—I love you entirely. You can't be any better!—, he said almost stuttering.
—I really like your cock, it's giving me a lot of pleasure—, I confirmed.
—You're so good at fucking Olivia. Your husband is jealous. I wish I had a slut like you—, he told me, kissing me on the mouth.
—Do you guys like it? Do you like how I fuck?—, I asked using the plural.
—Don't your wife get fucked like that? Doesn't she get slutty like that?—, I insisted between moans almost to the point of coming.
Then I got down on my knees on the sofa, driving my high heels into his red sky. I accelerated the rhythm, and at that moment the sound my vagina was making as it hit against the man's pelvis could be heard throughout the room.
Pablo looked at me with pleading eyes, like he was begging me to stop. He knew that if I kept going on like this, he'd come without a doubt.
—Let me eat your pussy—, he said finally, managing to articulate the words.
I accepted the invitation delightedly and stood up, still sinking my heels deeper into the old and decadent sofa. Pablo was still sitting there, so I put my sex in front of his mouth. He threw himself at it like a possessed person.
—Did you want me to eat your little thing?—, I asked, looking at Luis's face as he continued to watch from beside to us without masturbating. I grabbed Pablo by the head, as if trying to hold it forever between my legs. I felt his inconstant tongue, licking and seeking my clitoris.
I searched for Luis with the corner of my eye, he had gotten up and was heading towards a long dining table that was right in front of a small TV. Then he started removing all the objects from it. Various photo frames, and some tacky souvenirs, those you buy in the most touristy places.
—Let's put her down here. This way you can eat her pussy better —he said, raising his tone so we could hear him.
They grabbed me between them and carried me off to there. Then they deposited me with a lot of care on the table. I felt the cold surface of the wood against my back. I opened my legs, leaving my slit well exposed and open.
Pablo brought a chair over and sat down in front of me. He didn't stop looking at her. Then he put his hands under my buttocks, sliding me a few centimeters across the table until I was close to him. I felt his breath on my pussy. I couldn't help but let out a brief moan.
—You're so foxy, Olivia, you can't be more of a slut —he said, rubbing his lips over my swollen and reddened vulva.
Then I felt his tongue, first caressing the entrance to my vagina, then losing itself all over my pussy, rising up to my hard clitoris. He started moving his tongue, first in circles, then in a kind of zigzag. That drove me completely crazy.
—Ahhh...Ahhh...Ahhh —I began to shudder with avid pleasure that was taking hold of me. I couldn't help but tense my body, arching my back, and no longer felt the cold or hardness of the table surface.
Luís started kissing me. Feeling one tongue in my mouth and his friend's on my pussy. They made me go crazy with pleasure.
My neighbor knew I was about to come and started playing with my breasts, not stopping kissing me. I felt his fingers pinching my nipples, softly, keeping them Her tongue on my lips. —I'm coming... I'm coming...! Ahh... What a good feeling you're giving me!—, I started to moan and tremble at the same time. In an uncontrollable excitement, about to burst into immense pleasure. —That's it, come. Show Pablo how a good slut comes —My neighbor yelled at me. —Come on, slut, come!—, my neighbor yelled at me again. —Yes...! What a good feeling... How I like it, damn...! Ahhhh...! The worst part of when I have an orgasm so intense is that I'm left totally exhausted and extremely tired. My legs tremble as if they're suffering from strong spasms, my heart accelerates, my breathing becomes agitated until almost suffocating me. I remained rendered, lying on the table. While listening to them talk in a daze. —Let's take her to bed. There you can screw her however you want—, Luis offered his friend, as if I were an object sexual of his possession. —Look how wet she left the table —, I heard Pablo say, totally surprised by the excess vaginal fluids. Slowly my breathing synchronized, and I returned to calmness. Then I got up, like one who returns to life, sitting on the edge of the table. Both helped me down, since with my heels on I was afraid of slipping. —Let's go to bed—, I said, taking the initiative, directing myself to the bedroom completely naked, while they followed me without stopping to look at my ass. When I crossed the bedroom door, I checked that Luis hadn't even bothered to make the bed. It remained unmade, probably from several nights. I didn't care. I put myself on the mattress, leaning on my knees and hands. Offering thus my rear parts to the edge of the bed. Then I turned my head back, looked at Pablo biting my lips. —Come on—, I urged —F**k her. He didn't make me repeat it again. Pablo positioned himself right behind me and f**ked me with a single hip movement. In that position, you can feel the strong thrusts more pleasurably and intensely. —Give it to her hard. F**k her To this slut, just the way she likes it—, I heard Luis say to his friend. I love when they talk to me like that when I'm so horny, it increases my excitement even more. Sometimes I myself provoke them to do it.
Then I felt two strong slaps on my buttocks that made me shiver with pleasure. I never knew who of the two gave them to me, not even did I turn around to check.
—What a great butt you have, foxy! — Pablo said now, giving me two soft and timid slaps.
—Ahhh! — I exclaimed possessed by pleasure —Give it to me harder, more forceful, almost begged.
—Take it, foxy! — Pablo shouted at the same time as he was now giving me two good slaps, just like I like them.
—Ahhhhhh! — I bellowed feeling the palm of his hand on my powerful buttocks.
It didn't take long until I started to feel the arrival of a new orgasm.
—Don't stop. Don't stop — I demanded at the edge of ecstasy.
—Joderrrrr...! Give it to me harder, more forceful...! — I shouted possessed by strong excitement
Pablo accelerated his strong thrusts. Then I could notice how he started to ejaculate inside my burning pussy.
I love that feeling, feeling invaded internally by a man's discharge, inside my vagina.
—Come on, fill me up with your cum! I'm coming too...! Ahh...! — I screamed with pleasure. The sensation of joy was sublime. It was a magical moment. Feeling that intense and electric orgasm, just when Pablo ejaculated, so deep inside me.
—Take it, slut, take my cum! Take it all! — He said as he was discharging his abundant ejaculation into my pussy.
Afterwards I let myself fall onto the bed exhausted and drained. I closed my eyes wanting to rest for a few minutes, and without meaning to, I fell deeply asleep. I woke up startled when I heard the sound of a door closing.
—It's Pablo, he just left. His wife called him to go pick her up from work. He would have liked to say goodbye — Luis said, remaining seated beside me on the bed.
—It doesn't matter. Where is my clothes? —I asked nervously, getting up.
—Now I'll bring them to you. They must be thrown away in the living room —he said, leaving the bedroom.
I stayed waiting for him to bring my clothes, unable to avoid looking at the place with other eyes.
I observed around me, the scene was desolate. A outdated wallpaper covered the wall, where an old calendar, with the image of a virgin I didn't recognize, tried in vain to cover a hole or what could be a nasty humidity stain. On the ceiling, there was only a bare light bulb. In front of me, a small two-door walnut cabinet with a broken mirror on both sides of the bed, and two old and worn-out nightstands: That was all the furniture.
What am I doing here?, I asked myself nervously looking at the clock. Despite it not being late, I needed to get out of there as soon as possible. The smell of sex and humidity was suffocating me.
—Take them —he said throwing my skirt and shirt over the bed —I couldn't find your panties —he added winking at me in a gesture that I tried to avoid.
I don't care if you stay with my underwear. Do what you want with them, I thought, just before starting to get dressed.
—You've been fantastic —he said sitting down next to the bed again —You're a woman from head to toe —he added trying to hug me.
—I'm sorry. I have to go —I said getting up and avoiding his attempt to show affection.
I left the room without looking back, and started buttoning my shirt as I walked down the hallway.
I opened the door and was about to leave the house when Luís stopped me by grabbing my arm
—Who are you Olivia? —he asked looking at me with his eyes.
I didn't answer, I shook him off with a violent gesture and left until I reached the stairs. In a neutral zone I felt safer. He didn't follow me, I could see his slightly confused face just before he closed the door.
I didn't even enter the house, neither I waited for the elevator. I ran down the stairs of seven floors in a hurry, giving the impression that I was escaping from a fire. I needed to move my legs, take some air, stop thinking about what I had done. 'Perhaps if I hurry, I'll still have time to get close to the bank and make the slut transfer', I thought, finishing buttoning up the last button on my shirt.
For my part, I didn't want to continue that madness either. I knew I was putting my marriage at risk, and honestly, Alex and I were living a sweet and happy stage in our relationship.
I was completely sure that I wouldn't let myself be dragged back into the morbid and insane game that my neighbor had maintained with me over the past few days. As a woman, I also felt hurt. My own love had been damaged because I wasn't used to being rejected by a man like that.
'Why didn't he want to screw me?' I wondered more than once, unable to get a clear answer. It was clear that he desired me; no man makes a woman run after him if he doesn't like her. I had seen his morbid eyes, the way he looked at me, touched me, talked to me...
Since I was almost a child, I had been used to men always being behind me. They would try to pick me up, look at me with desire. I loved that game where they tried to seduce me and I made it easier or harder for them; sometimes impossible, according to my moods. I've always been a very capricious woman.
Many people think that if you're as fiery and passionate as I am, you practically sleep with anyone who crosses your path. In my case, I have to say that's completely untrue. Because I've always been very selective when it comes to sleeping with a guy. Although sometimes, I admit that the morbid excitement of the moment or my own desire has gotten the better of me, rather than the man's physical appearance.
I like handsome men, very well-groomed, tall... dark-haired; but above all very masculine and very men. A deep voice, a secure and piercing gaze, strong and vigorous hands, a frank smile, a decided and upright walk...
Although it's true that prototypes can sometimes break without knowing the real reason. Suddenly, you might find yourself attracted to a man who doesn't meet any of those characteristics. It hasn't happened to me before, but maybe in those cases our subconscious finds new incentives to want to experiment with that person. Something like that must have happened with my neighbor, since physically I'd like to emphasize he wasn't the type of man I usually fixate on.
That morning, after leaving my little one at daycare, I returned home. I intended to go for a run, as I've always loved practicing sports, an interest I shared by luck with my husband.
I remember putting on some short and fitted black and fuchsia leggings, a sports bra, a matching top, and running shoes.
As I was leaving the house, putting on my sports headphones, when just at that moment my neighbor's door opened.
—Good morning Olivia— I heard him say behind me, just as I pressed the elevator button.
I turned around, startled, my heart racing more intensely than it would later while running.
—Good morning—, I replied as dryly as possible.
But that morning my neighbor was accompanied by another man, roughly fifty years old, who was staring at me in a dazed manner.
—Are you going for a run? You've got that body... —He declared with a smile on his lips, just as he positioned himself behind me in the elevator.
I didn't respond. I wasn't thinking of falling into his provocative games. I simply focused, trying to make the elevator go faster, in that descent, which was becoming interminable for me. The two men were looking at me from head to toe, making low comments that I intuited as obscene and coarse. Making myself feel a little more violent with each passing second.
—Luís, I'm going to have to come over to your house more often. You have a neighborhood that's a joy to behold —, the other man joked.
As he said it, I couldn't help but exchange a glance with my neighbor. I noticed a special glint in his eyes, as if he were saying: Finally you know my name. This idiot has slipped up.
Just when the elevator doors opened, Luís and his friend stayed inside, forcing me to leave first.
At that moment, just as I was reaching for the door handle to exit, I felt a strong slap on one of my buttocks. I looked back with eyes blazing with anger and indignation.
—What's your problem? —I yelled, out of control.
—Don't get upset, Olivia! It's not worth it! You and I have confidence in each other for this kind of thing, and for a lot more—, my neighbor indicated, without losing his cool or stopping to smile.
I could have said a few things, but I didn't want to waste any more time. I wanted to get out of there as soon as possible. In part, I felt responsible for everything that was happening to me, for having given him permission to behave this way with me
—What a good one! —I heard his friend say just before I left the entrance, put on my Garmin, and started running.
I thought maybe Luís had told his friend about the kind of game he and I had been playing since I arrived at the building.
«He's an idiot!» I insulted him with rage inside me.
I was exasperated, totally furious and rabid. I didn't know whether it was the way he spoke to me or if he had hit me on the butt that had annoyed me more, or if he had done all this in front of his friend without showing any respect.
«If he does something like that again, I'll give him such a strong kick in the balls that he'll never want to do it again», I sentenced deep within myself.
That day was one of the few times when not even going for a run managed to be some kind of balm for me. The more The rhythm increased, and my heart beat faster, my anger grew more intense.
I could still feel, above the fine mesh of running, his hand slapping one of my buttocks.
You and I have confidence for this, and for much more. His words repeated themselves over and over inside me, as if there was an echo in my head. The more I heard them, the more they sounded like a terrible threat.
Would you want to blackmail me? Would you be able to tell my husband everything? I finally arrived home and got into the shower. The cold water mitigated some of the ominous feeling. I would have to have a face-to-face with him. I told myself, convinced. I thought about knocking on his door, maybe he was already home. But he was such a mysterious man that, from his house, never emitted any noise.
I went out determined and went straight to his door. I had to solve this as soon as possible. Then I rang the bell, and waited nervously. No one opened the door or heard the slightest sound. I called again, getting the same result.
Is he inside looking at me through the peephole? Or is he still on the street with his friend? The doubts hit me.
— Did you want something, Olivia? — I heard his voice, stern and grave, just behind me.
I turned around, disconcerted. Instinctively, I looked him in the face, not giving him time to avoid it. Just then, he was stepping out of the elevator. I was so focused on my own thoughts that I hadn't even heard when the doors opened.
I stood there speechless, while he approached with firm and decided steps, without looking away from me, without removing his piercing gaze, without retracting his sarcastic smile.
— Did you want to say something? Or maybe you wanted to get back into my bed? Are you so horny that you can't wait for your husband to come back? — His tone sounded more aggressive and hurtful than usual. More like accusations.
— I wanted to talk to you — I said, trying to reduce my nervousness — Only talk — I repeated.
— Only talk? Olivia, The truth is that I feel disappointed — he said, trying to provoke me. Holding himself so close to me that I could even feel the warmth of his body.
—Luís —, I dared to call him by his proper name for the first time.
—I'm married. Happily married —, I corrected.
—I have a small child, and we're talking about having another one. We just bought this apartment. I don't want to do this, I can't put what I love most in danger—, I said almost on the verge of tears.
—What? What do you mean by 'I don't want to do' this?
—he asked, putting his hand on my hip, which I was about to reject with a violent swat. However, I moved back a little, escaping from the contact of that hand in a less aggressive way. I didn't want to escalate the situation; I was afraid of making him angry at that moment.
—This game —, I tried to explain
—I mean you and me, touching each other whenever you feel like it, just like you did this morning. I know everything has been my fault, but please forget what's happened between us—
—he said, his mouth perilously close to my ear.
I didn't answer. I wanted him to leave me alone. I didn't want to continue playing along. Besides, I was afraid that any neighbor could see us in that position.
—you're mine, Olivia, so you touch when I want to or tell you what I feel like. And do you want to know why you're mine?
—he asked, his lips already on the lobe of my ear.
—I don't want to be anyone's. I don't want you to talk to me like that—
—I said stammering.
—you're mine because when I do this, you open your legs —
—he said, putting a hand between my thighs and introducing it under my skirt, until it was rubbing against the tip of her fingers, my panties. Then I let out a soft and subtle moan, which made me feel almost ashamed in an instant. --You're mine-- he said, rubbing his lips against mine --Because when you kiss me, you get turned on-- he added, joining his mouth to mine. I felt the tip of his tongue on my lips, then I opened them to let him pass. At that moment, our tongues joined in a hot and fiery kiss. He pulled away from my mouth by a few centimeters. Even in that position, without being able to see him directly, I could intuit his morbid smile. --Who are you belong to, Olivia?-- he asked, raising the tone. --Yours. I'm yours--, I replied, anxious and murmuring in a low voice. Again pressing my mouth against his, seeking a new kiss. He began to undress me, first softly, then increasing the intensity. At the same time, his hand crossed the border of my wet panties. I noticed how his fingers forced the fragile and tenuous resistance of my sex, entering with vehemence into my vagina. My mouth came off his, I needed to take a breath and exhale in the form of a moan. I couldn't contain inside me, the pleasant gasps that flooded me. Feeling his fingers, entering and leaving at their pleasure from my vagina, made me feel morbid desires to be fucked right there. In the doorway, visible to anyone, it didn't matter if some unwanted neighbor passed by. --Tonight when you're fucking your husband's cuck, will you come for me?-- he asked, putting me to the test. --Yes. But please, don't stop. Keep kissing and fingering me with your fingers--, I said with difficulty. --I want to see how they screw you!--; He suddenly let go of me. --Make them do it! Screw me yourself!--; I shouted louder than I would have liked to express. Then he stopped suddenly, pulling his hand out of my thighs. --I want to see the face of the slut you're making. I want to see how they screw you--; He repeated. --No, I can't. My husband would never consent for you to be present while we make love--; I responded with a certain degree of confusion, not understanding that he was suggesting something to me.
—All I know is that I need to see how they do it—, he expressed laconically —Now matured! I have many things to do and must leave.
I sighed heavily. I wasn't used to his abrupt changes, his ups and downs. But I didn't dare say anything. I put my underwear back on and lowered my skirt.
I tried to kiss him again before going home, but he dodged me.
—Now matured! See you tomorrow— He exclaimed categorically and authoritatively.
I didn't respond. I would have liked it if he had accompanied me. To get him into my bed, to see me naked, to kiss me; to feel his hands on my body, to have his mouth, to enjoy his cock...
I closed the door and undressed myself in the hallway, leaving my clothes abandoned on the floor. I was so horny that even the slight touch of my sex as I walked was like a torture.
First, I took off my shirt, then my skirt, my underwear, my stockings, my shoes...
I marched straight to the bathroom and turned on the bathtub faucet while it filled up, then went back to my bedroom, opened the first drawer of my nightstand, and grabbed a thick gelatin synthetic cock of flesh color.
Next, I headed back to the bathroom like an automaton. As if at that moment I was only programmed to do that, I submerged myself in the water with my eyes closed, spread my legs, and introduced the thick synthetic cock into my sex. I put it in slowly, bit by bit, feeling my little one swallowing each centimeter of the thick consolator. When it was fully inserted into my vagina, I opened my eyes, letting out a long and harsh groan. I experienced such pleasure that I couldn't help but bray like an animal in heat.
Then, I started to screw myself like a madwoman with my eyes closed, imagining my neighbor.
Luís, Luís, f**k me. I'm yours, I repeated, encouraging my own excitement.
A intense orgasm consumed my sex, making my whole body tremble.
—Joderrrrrrr that's so good...! —I couldn't help it. that crying. I didn't think of anyone but myself. Then I closed my eyes and fell asleep. In the bathtub, with the vibrator abandoned inside my sex. I don't know how much time passed like that, half an hour, an hour... I couldn't say exactly. All I remember is waking up feeling finally happy and relaxed. One thing was clear, Luis and I were not lovers or at least we didn't maintain any relationship like I had known until then. In our case, there was no equity, he decided the times, the way, the forms, the place, everything... That's what excited me most about our games. Never knew when something would happen. Could spend days without seeing him, keeping me anxious, and suddenly, one morning when I least expected it, I'd find him in front of me. Those weeks I was having sex every night with my husband more intensely than usual, just thinking that Luis might be listening to me and masturbating on the other side of the wall would make me incredibly horny. I remember that morning. Alex was about to leave for work. He had already reached the door, but then turned back and repeated himself again. Olivia, don't forget to stop by the bank. When you drop off the kid at daycare, you need to go to the office and transfer the money. It's very important that you do it today so it reaches them on Monday morning, he said, leaning in to give me a goodbye kiss before adding affectionately, I love you, nena. I love you too, I replied, And don't worry about the transfer, leave it to my account, I added just before closing the door. Meanwhile, my son was crying uncontrollably asking for his bottle that I had been preparing. Five minutes after Alex left, the doorbell rang. Through the peephole and opened the door, without losing a single second.
—Good morning Olivia”—, Luis said looking at my little one who was holding in his arms.
—Luis, what are you doing here?—, I asked surprised. Never until that day had he dared to knock on my door.
—Later—, he began saying—When you leave your son at the daycare, come to my house. I want to talk to you”—, he added winking at me.
I couldn't help but feel an instant excitement.
—Do you want me to put something special on?—, I asked playfully.
—Dress like a slut—, he responded sarcastically—Come as you always do. Like that”—, he said pointing at the clothes I was wearing and giving me a light and affectionate slap on the butt.
—Okay, see you later then—, I said looking at my son—“He's hungry”—, I added.
—Don't be late”—, he manifested marching off without saying goodbye.
I tried to get Luis out of my head while giving breakfast to the little one. Then I sat him down in a high chair, while I finished getting ready.
I put on some dark stockings, wore a black thong that matched the color, which I had bought a few days ago. I knew it was the color he liked most for women's underwear. Then I tried on several mini skirts but couldn't decide on any of them. Finally, I opted for one with black and white squares. After that, I put on a white shirt without a bra and, to finish, chose some new black high heels. I gave myself three or four turns around the long mirror in my bedroom.
You're perfect, Olivia, I encouraged myself, satisfied with the result.
Once I finished getting ready, I picked up my son and put him in his stroller, rushing out of the house and heading to daycare. After leaving him with the caregivers, I thought about going to the bank. I had promised my husband that I would definitely go to make the transfer. But then I doubted.
I'll come up with any excuse, I've always been a woman of resources. Something will occur to me, I thought and hurried off home.
Finally I was in front of her door. I rang the bell, noticing how my hand was trembling like a 15-year-old on their first date. The door opened.
—Come in, Olivia. I'm glad to see you —, she said, moving aside to let me enter and then closing the door behind me —Let's have something before we go to the bedroom—, she invited, grabbing my waist.
—At this hour? —I asked laughing.
—For certain vices, it's never too early or too late —, she replied, giving me a strong slap on the butt that tasted like glory to me —You've got a great ass, foxy!
I laughed happily. I always liked being spoken to like that when I'm horny.
What do you prefer? A beer? A wine? A cocktail? —, she offered, not stopping from spanking my butt.
—I know you don't have to get me drunk to fuck with me —, I joked —But a beer is fine —, I added.
Then she opened the fridge and took out a can of white beer from a famous supermarket.
—Let's go to the living room —, she suggested, grabbing me again by the waist.
As soon as we entered the living room, my blood ran cold. Sitting on the sofa was a man.
How could I have gotten myself into such a trap?, I thought, disappointed and angry once more.
—Hi Olivia, I'm glad to see you again —, the man greeted me, not even bothering to get up.
I recognized him in that same instant; it was her friend, the one who had seen Luis give me a slap on the butt in the elevator.
My first reaction was to get out of there as quickly as possible. But Luis was leaning against the door, preventing me from leaving the living room.
—Olivia —he said with an extremely slow and tranquil voice —This is Pablo, my best friend.
I looked at Luis with hatred. Full of anger, I approached him, shouting in a threatening tone.
—I want to leave —, I shouted —Get out of the way —, I exploded in a threatening tone.
—Calm down, Olivia, can you tell me what's wrong? —, he asked, holding my arms
—What's wrong with me? What is he doing here? —, I shouted more and more nervously, pointing at Pablo that remained in silence. —Sit down! — He said, pushing me against one of the old and creaky sofas —Pablo will leave soon. I assure you. I've told you to calm down. If you want to leave! Leave with your husband and don't come back to your slut life! —, he exclaimed imperatively. I remained silent, not daring to lift my eyes from the floor. Luis was truly angry with me, and he was threatening not to want to see me again. Then I realized that he was holding the beer he had given me in the kitchen, pulled the tab, and took a long drink. —I think I made it clear the other day —, he said, slightly calmer. —I pointed out that I would like to see you having sex —he expressed that last part, raising his voice slightly. —And I assured you that Alex will never consent for any man to be present when we make love —, I spoke finally, my voice interrupted. —I know Olivia, she would never put your marriage at risk —, he manifested, sitting down beside me. —So what do you want? Do you want me to record a betrayal like I'm having sex with my husband? —Of course not! — He interrupted me. —That's why I thought of Pablo —, in that precise moment, I remembered we weren't alone. —Not even in your dreams —, I responded defensively —I won't do a threesome with you and your friend —, I said almost disrespectfully. —But who the hell has spoken here about doing a threesome? Olivia, don't you understand? —, he asked tiredly. At that moment, I understood everything. How could I have been so blind? —Do you want me to fuck your friend, so you can see how we do it? —, I asked incredulously. Luis nodded affirmatively with his head. —Finally, you've understood! —, he admitted, making a gesture of clapping his hands. —And do you really think I'll let myself get fucked by that man, so you can masturbate? Are we crazy? —, I asked, more and more disconcerted and exasperated. —That's exactly the point. Would you do it, Olivia? Would you be willing to let yourself get fucked for Pablo?
For me to enjoy it? —He interrupted, taking one of my hands and holding it between his. —Quid pro quo —I said, imitating the Latin phrase he had just formulated —Fuck with Pablo instead of you —, I added, surprised that he would dare ask me for such a thing. —Olivia, would you do it for me? Or would you rather leave and forget all this forever? —He asked, launching an ultimatum at me. A heavy silence fell over me again, as if it were a weighty stone. I felt so enraged that my words were swirling around in my head. I was trying to order them, to express them more clearly. 'Of course I won't fuck with Pablo for your satisfaction! You idiot! Do you think I'm the sex charity? I wouldn't do anything like that for anyone, and least of all for a fool like you. If you can't even screw me... why are you playing with me?' I was about to spit it all out at him and leave as soon as possible 'What's the point of wasting more time?' But then Luís did something that left me stunned again. He pressed his mouth to mine without letting me respond. He didn't give me time even to react. I hadn't expected anything like that in that moment. I could feel his lips on mine, closed my eyes and let myself be carried away. It was the softest and warmest kiss Luís had given me up until then. His lips were smooth and seductive; subtle and exquisite. They managed to take possession of mine. His tongue entered my mouth, timid but determined. Luís knew how to make the most of that moment by placing his hand softly on one of my thighs. It was just a gentle touch with the warm tip of his fingers, a caress, a timid tickle. Just a light contact, but precise and sufficient for me to open my legs without wanting to, a little more. But he didn't accept my subtle invitation; he didn't want to push his way through my thighs, where just a little higher up, something was waiting for him... ardent sex. I knew that, in this way, I would stay much more anxious and excited.
Then he pulled his lips away from mine, and brought them to my ear. He began to whisper. I could feel the roughness of his wet lips on the lobe of my ear. His words sounded like a fine melody. I was horny, it was as if I had been bewitched. In just one instant, with that simple gesture, he had managed to transform all my anger into a dangerous and overflowing excitement
—Olivia—, he repeated my name incessantly —It will be like being with me. You'll be by my side, looking at me and desiring me equally. You can feel me, hear me. Notice how much I like you. How much I desire...
At that moment, the hand rubbing my thigh began to palpate it more intensely and decisively. Moving forward the positions he maintained in the rear, until I could feel the tip of his fingers against my panties.
—Who are you, Olivia?—, he asked me just at that instant, when my excitement was already palpable. He even caught me off guard, making me want to let out a brief sigh.
—Yours—, I said, moving my neck, searching for his mouth to kiss him again.
—Show me. I want to see if you're really mine.—, he asked me just before our lips met.
That was the moment when I looked at Pablo. Until that moment, I hadn't even noticed him.
Pablo must have been around fifty years old; he took care of himself well, was tall, had a receding beard, very well-groomed and filled with gray hair, which gave him a serious and masculine appearance. One could say he had some attraction, but it wasn't the kind of man I would have noticed if we had met on the street or in a bar.
The man had remained prudently silent, observing the scene like a mere spectator who hadn't been invited to participate. He even forgot about my presence at one point.
He was wearing jeans and a White and blue stripes perfectly ironed, so I assumed he was married. I focused on his pose, keeping his arms crossed as if he were defensively against a probable rejection from my part. He wasn't leaving me alone impatiently. Then I got up, walked towards him. Slowly and pausefully, almost in slow motion, letting that stranger devour me with his gaze. When I reached where he was, I sat on his legs, giving him my back, and looking at Luís straight on. --Is this what you want? See how another man knows how to enjoy me?--, I manifested suddenly, trying to hurt his pride as revenge for having put me in such a situation. I felt the stranger's hands grabbing me by the waist, while Luís looked at me with a special sparkle in his eyes. He wasn't smiling anymore. At that moment, his perpetual and sarcastic expression had disappeared. He was serious and circumspect. --Finally you've understood. Now I want you to screw her--, he said with a totally imperative and authoritarian tone. Pablo's hands were rising from behind, reaching my bust. He started palping my breasts above the shirt. Without leaving Luís' gaze, I myself began unbuttoning one by one the buttons of the shirt, which was giving way and opening up before the push of my lush, exuberant breasts. I wanted to offer them to a stranger, for Luís to see what he was missing. Pablo didn't take long to accept them, grabbing one with each hand as if it were a gift. --Do you like them?--, I said turning around and looking at Pablo for the first time in the eyes. --I love them. I never imagined them so big--, he responded without stopping to touch them. Then I got up for an instant, taking advantage of that moment to lift my skirt a bit, allowing me to make the next move. Sitting on top of Pablo. We looked at each other for an instant, barely having seen each other, and then we started kissing. Passionately. It was a kiss full of precipitation and desire. We were both very excited. I started moving my hips in circles while we didn't stop kissing each other, trying to feel the bulge of his pants over my wet panties.
One of his hands continued to caress one of my breasts on the side, while with the other he tried to round off the perimeter of my ass above the fabric of my skirt.
I separated my mouth from hers, I needed the contact of her body urgently. At that moment, I started unbuttoning her shirt anxiously and hurriedly. She had hair on her chest, not too much. Her pectorals showed some gray hairs but remained firm and surprisingly smooth. Then I pulled my body back a bit to start kissing all over his torso.
I love kissing that part of a man's body, feeling his smell, his masculinity, his essence... I sucked his nipples, tracing with my eager tongue every inch of his skin. But I needed more, I felt the impudent demand to take a bolder step.
I got up lazily from his lap, took off my shirt, and threw it on the floor.
Take down your pants! I said, looking for Luis's gaze - I want to see what you have there, I added, pointing morbidly at Pablo's crotch.
I took advantage of that moment to take off my skirt while he was undoing his pants as if they were burning him. Then he sat back down on the old and decrepit sofa. I knelt down, putting my head between his hairy legs. After that, I started caressing that bulge that protruded under his boxers.
As if it were a gift you're afraid to unwrap, I slowly put my fingers inside until I finally had it in the palm of my hand. Hard and solid. I could feel all his masculine power in my hand, like a petrous and consistent stake.
I pulled it out of his boxers and then looked at it with desire. I took advantage of starting to masturbate him, just a couple of centimeters of my face.
—Have you seen how long she lasts?— I said smiling, showing Luis all the excitement Pablo felt because of my fault.
—Everyone wants you, Olivia, and I'm the one who most does—, Luis replied, looking fixedly at me, not losing a single detail, from just a few meters away. —Do you want to eat it?— he asked, knowing full well my response.
Luis came even closer, sitting down beside us on the worn-out and decadent red sofa. He was so close I could have touched him. I took advantage of that closeness to look at him intently in the eyes, while with the tip of my tongue I circled peripherally around Pablo's glans. I wanted that cock, just as I craved Luís seeing it. Feeling all my excitement.
—What a yummy!— I expressed just before swallowing her whole into my mouth.
I began to devour that hard and hot piece of meat with eagerness. Feeling the entire impetus of a man, almost touching my throat, made me completely crazy. Pablo was holding me back, putting his hands on my short red hair.
—What good Olivia! What good you're eating it!— I heard Pablo say.
—Eat it all up. Eat it like a good slut—, Luis encouraged me.
Hearing him talk to me like that made me even hotter. That made the unbridled desire I was feeling increase, multiply exponentially.
My subconscious made me fantasize that this vigorous cock I was literally devouring was Luís's.
I couldn't take it anymore, instinctively bringing one of my hands up to my sex, introducing my fingers under my dripping panties. I felt my pussy soaked, gushing out all my womanly essence. My pussy was hot, and I noticed my clitoris swollen. I perceived a shiver when two of my fingers entered my excited vagina.
—Very well Olivia, touch your pussy. Does it burn the pussy? Is it true, slutty?— I heard the morbid voice of my desired neighbor.
—I have my little thing burning. Do you want to?— Want to come and touch him? —, I invited him to join us. —Suck my tits. I want to feel those titas on my cock —, Pablo almost begged me in a stuttering voice —If you keep eating me like that, you'll make me cum —, almost pleaded with me to stop. Then I put his erect cock between my breasts and started rubbing it with them. —Joderrrrrr! —, Pablo exclaimed as he felt the rhythmic movement of my tits on his cock. I looked at Luís, as if seeking his approval, just like a girl seeking to please an adult. He smiled at me, giving me to understand that he was very satisfied with how I was behaving. He was enjoying watching me behave with a man when I'm excited. —Who are you? —, he asked again, eager and sure of hearing the precise answer. —Yours. You already know —, I replied, not stopping from pleasing his friend with my tits. —Olivia, do you want to fuck him? —, she asked me. —Yes —, I affirmed, completely convinced of the strong impulse I felt. —I'm very horny. I feel very slutty —, I added without looking away from him. I got up from the floor and took off my pants, leaving only my shoes and stockings on. —Put a condom on —, I said bluntly, addressing Pablo. He seemed to hesitate, first looking at me and then at Luís, as if he didn't understand what I was asking. —Olivia. You have nothing to worry about. This is the first time Pablo has been unfaithful to his puritan and prudish wife —, my neighbor said with a grimace. —I've been married for twenty-eight years —, confirmed Pablo, taking off his underwear. I shrugged my shoulders. Then I got on the sofa, putting myself on my knees over Pablo. I grabbed his cock and put it directly in front of the entrance to my vagina. I felt his thick glans rubbing against my vulva lips. At that very moment, unable to wait any longer, I let myself fall onto his penis, I felt like it was being inserted into my total body, inside the interior of my pussy.
—Ahhhhh—, I let out a loud moan when I realized I was being pierced.
I closed my eyes for an instant, as if trying to hold onto that immense pleasure that occurs when you've been needed and excited for a long time and can feel your vagina adapting to the thickness of a good cock.
—What a delight!—, I said, opening my eyes and looking for Luis's, who was watching without missing a single detail.
Then I launched myself ferociously onto Pablo, who was watching like he was hypnotized by the movement that this gallop produced in my lush breasts.
—That's yummy—, he said, trying to grab one and take it hungrily to his mouth.
—Do you like how my breasts move?—, I asked morbidly without stopping to fuck him.
—I love you entirely. You can't be any better!—, he said almost stuttering.
—I really like your cock, it's giving me a lot of pleasure—, I confirmed.
—You're so good at fucking Olivia. Your husband is jealous. I wish I had a slut like you—, he told me, kissing me on the mouth.
—Do you guys like it? Do you like how I fuck?—, I asked using the plural.
—Don't your wife get fucked like that? Doesn't she get slutty like that?—, I insisted between moans almost to the point of coming.
Then I got down on my knees on the sofa, driving my high heels into his red sky. I accelerated the rhythm, and at that moment the sound my vagina was making as it hit against the man's pelvis could be heard throughout the room.
Pablo looked at me with pleading eyes, like he was begging me to stop. He knew that if I kept going on like this, he'd come without a doubt.
—Let me eat your pussy—, he said finally, managing to articulate the words.
I accepted the invitation delightedly and stood up, still sinking my heels deeper into the old and decadent sofa. Pablo was still sitting there, so I put my sex in front of his mouth. He threw himself at it like a possessed person.
—Did you want me to eat your little thing?—, I asked, looking at Luis's face as he continued to watch from beside to us without masturbating. I grabbed Pablo by the head, as if trying to hold it forever between my legs. I felt his inconstant tongue, licking and seeking my clitoris.
I searched for Luis with the corner of my eye, he had gotten up and was heading towards a long dining table that was right in front of a small TV. Then he started removing all the objects from it. Various photo frames, and some tacky souvenirs, those you buy in the most touristy places.
—Let's put her down here. This way you can eat her pussy better —he said, raising his tone so we could hear him.
They grabbed me between them and carried me off to there. Then they deposited me with a lot of care on the table. I felt the cold surface of the wood against my back. I opened my legs, leaving my slit well exposed and open.
Pablo brought a chair over and sat down in front of me. He didn't stop looking at her. Then he put his hands under my buttocks, sliding me a few centimeters across the table until I was close to him. I felt his breath on my pussy. I couldn't help but let out a brief moan.
—You're so foxy, Olivia, you can't be more of a slut —he said, rubbing his lips over my swollen and reddened vulva.
Then I felt his tongue, first caressing the entrance to my vagina, then losing itself all over my pussy, rising up to my hard clitoris. He started moving his tongue, first in circles, then in a kind of zigzag. That drove me completely crazy.
—Ahhh...Ahhh...Ahhh —I began to shudder with avid pleasure that was taking hold of me. I couldn't help but tense my body, arching my back, and no longer felt the cold or hardness of the table surface.
Luís started kissing me. Feeling one tongue in my mouth and his friend's on my pussy. They made me go crazy with pleasure.
My neighbor knew I was about to come and started playing with my breasts, not stopping kissing me. I felt his fingers pinching my nipples, softly, keeping them Her tongue on my lips. —I'm coming... I'm coming...! Ahh... What a good feeling you're giving me!—, I started to moan and tremble at the same time. In an uncontrollable excitement, about to burst into immense pleasure. —That's it, come. Show Pablo how a good slut comes —My neighbor yelled at me. —Come on, slut, come!—, my neighbor yelled at me again. —Yes...! What a good feeling... How I like it, damn...! Ahhhh...! The worst part of when I have an orgasm so intense is that I'm left totally exhausted and extremely tired. My legs tremble as if they're suffering from strong spasms, my heart accelerates, my breathing becomes agitated until almost suffocating me. I remained rendered, lying on the table. While listening to them talk in a daze. —Let's take her to bed. There you can screw her however you want—, Luis offered his friend, as if I were an object sexual of his possession. —Look how wet she left the table —, I heard Pablo say, totally surprised by the excess vaginal fluids. Slowly my breathing synchronized, and I returned to calmness. Then I got up, like one who returns to life, sitting on the edge of the table. Both helped me down, since with my heels on I was afraid of slipping. —Let's go to bed—, I said, taking the initiative, directing myself to the bedroom completely naked, while they followed me without stopping to look at my ass. When I crossed the bedroom door, I checked that Luis hadn't even bothered to make the bed. It remained unmade, probably from several nights. I didn't care. I put myself on the mattress, leaning on my knees and hands. Offering thus my rear parts to the edge of the bed. Then I turned my head back, looked at Pablo biting my lips. —Come on—, I urged —F**k her. He didn't make me repeat it again. Pablo positioned himself right behind me and f**ked me with a single hip movement. In that position, you can feel the strong thrusts more pleasurably and intensely. —Give it to her hard. F**k her To this slut, just the way she likes it—, I heard Luis say to his friend. I love when they talk to me like that when I'm so horny, it increases my excitement even more. Sometimes I myself provoke them to do it.
Then I felt two strong slaps on my buttocks that made me shiver with pleasure. I never knew who of the two gave them to me, not even did I turn around to check.
—What a great butt you have, foxy! — Pablo said now, giving me two soft and timid slaps.
—Ahhh! — I exclaimed possessed by pleasure —Give it to me harder, more forceful, almost begged.
—Take it, foxy! — Pablo shouted at the same time as he was now giving me two good slaps, just like I like them.
—Ahhhhhh! — I bellowed feeling the palm of his hand on my powerful buttocks.
It didn't take long until I started to feel the arrival of a new orgasm.
—Don't stop. Don't stop — I demanded at the edge of ecstasy.
—Joderrrrr...! Give it to me harder, more forceful...! — I shouted possessed by strong excitement
Pablo accelerated his strong thrusts. Then I could notice how he started to ejaculate inside my burning pussy.
I love that feeling, feeling invaded internally by a man's discharge, inside my vagina.
—Come on, fill me up with your cum! I'm coming too...! Ahh...! — I screamed with pleasure. The sensation of joy was sublime. It was a magical moment. Feeling that intense and electric orgasm, just when Pablo ejaculated, so deep inside me.
—Take it, slut, take my cum! Take it all! — He said as he was discharging his abundant ejaculation into my pussy.
Afterwards I let myself fall onto the bed exhausted and drained. I closed my eyes wanting to rest for a few minutes, and without meaning to, I fell deeply asleep. I woke up startled when I heard the sound of a door closing.
—It's Pablo, he just left. His wife called him to go pick her up from work. He would have liked to say goodbye — Luis said, remaining seated beside me on the bed.
—It doesn't matter. Where is my clothes? —I asked nervously, getting up.
—Now I'll bring them to you. They must be thrown away in the living room —he said, leaving the bedroom.
I stayed waiting for him to bring my clothes, unable to avoid looking at the place with other eyes.
I observed around me, the scene was desolate. A outdated wallpaper covered the wall, where an old calendar, with the image of a virgin I didn't recognize, tried in vain to cover a hole or what could be a nasty humidity stain. On the ceiling, there was only a bare light bulb. In front of me, a small two-door walnut cabinet with a broken mirror on both sides of the bed, and two old and worn-out nightstands: That was all the furniture.
What am I doing here?, I asked myself nervously looking at the clock. Despite it not being late, I needed to get out of there as soon as possible. The smell of sex and humidity was suffocating me.
—Take them —he said throwing my skirt and shirt over the bed —I couldn't find your panties —he added winking at me in a gesture that I tried to avoid.
I don't care if you stay with my underwear. Do what you want with them, I thought, just before starting to get dressed.
—You've been fantastic —he said sitting down next to the bed again —You're a woman from head to toe —he added trying to hug me.
—I'm sorry. I have to go —I said getting up and avoiding his attempt to show affection.
I left the room without looking back, and started buttoning my shirt as I walked down the hallway.
I opened the door and was about to leave the house when Luís stopped me by grabbing my arm
—Who are you Olivia? —he asked looking at me with his eyes.
I didn't answer, I shook him off with a violent gesture and left until I reached the stairs. In a neutral zone I felt safer. He didn't follow me, I could see his slightly confused face just before he closed the door.
I didn't even enter the house, neither I waited for the elevator. I ran down the stairs of seven floors in a hurry, giving the impression that I was escaping from a fire. I needed to move my legs, take some air, stop thinking about what I had done. 'Perhaps if I hurry, I'll still have time to get close to the bank and make the slut transfer', I thought, finishing buttoning up the last button on my shirt.
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