Sunday morning. The habit of waking up early during the week leads me to inevitably wake up early on weekends, especially when I don't go out at night. I'm not going out much lately. At least not at night.
With utmost resignation I went to the supermarket to buy things for the week. I detest going to those places, but if I don't do it, then afterwards I'm freaking out all week about the things that are missing. Besides, I've gotten used to making my purchases by memory. I always buy more or less the same thing.
No matter how quickly I make my purchases in five minutes, when I approach the cash registers, time always seems eternal. It doesn't matter what time it is, because if there are few people, there are few open cash registers.
But there's something that makes me furious, besides waiting in front of the cash registers, and it's when a lady ahead of me remembers she's missing some product, leaves her things, and goes to get it. I think if she had brought everything she needed, I would probably be the one paying and not her.
Today I'm holding back my fury because the two women who forget something while they're in front of me at the Booty are laughing and asking for forgiveness, saying something like they're up for anything.
-Oh, Susana, you're in anything, not for anything
Yes, yes... of course, of course.
And the two women laughed again. Thin, tall, one blonde and one brunette. The one called Susana was the blonde. They were obviously alone, with a desire, possibly, to keep going with the party of an agitated Saturday.
When it was their turn to pay, the laughter and jokes ceased immediately, because the cashier at the supermarket, with the best fake smile she could manufacture, told them that Sundays, ladies, there is no delivery to the home.
What do we do?
Pack everything into boxes... How much we miss a man!
They are always very necessary
- Very, very necessary
This inconceivable dialogue, almost without sense, was accompanied by a series of glances: among them, with the cashier, and sideways, towards my person. It was all so evident that I couldn't help but show solidarity. They were doing something that was, for me, unbearable: they were asking me to help them, without asking. Or at least that's what I interpreted.
Girls, don't worry, I have the car in the parking lot, I'll take you - I said, and immediately regretted it, but I was already committed to my morning solidarity act.
-Oh, thank you, you don't know how we're going to thank you-', said the brunette'
-seeeee- said Susana, and received from the brunette a strange look between scolding her and sharing certain complicity.
They didn't stop laughing nervously for a minute. Not even when I was carrying the heavy box with their merchandise, nor when they mocked my shopping cart, nor when I opened the trunk of the car and put the box inside, and Mabel -the brunette- placed her hand on my back, as if by accident.
Susana wanted to get into the passenger seat, and quickly put on her safety belt, which emphasized her beautiful breasts. The very slut had undone the first button of her blouse, and they were still laughing at everything that was happening. They seemed drunk, but it was clear they were very sober.
I let myself be taken along. I was laughing internally because I was helping two big women who were having fun at my expense. Until everything unraveled.
-Where did I put them? I said, after carrying it from my car to the elevator, and that they asked me to pass by so I could leave the heavy box of merchandise.
Leave it on top of the table, Mabel said to me while placing her hand on my Booty.
-You've got half an hour to get your hand out of there-', I said, while leaning on the box and turning around to face her.
He didn't need more words because I ate her mouth while circling her waist with my two hands, supporting her on my belt. And she made me feel her whole body on mine, surrendering to the caresses, and letting out a moan when I ran my hands over her Booty.
-Ah, no... no are you going to start without me- said Susana as she kneeled in front of me, and nudging Mabel a bit, I opened my fly and swallowed my cock.
From then on, everything developed wildly and sensually. Nobody had turned on the lights in the apartment, so only the morning light could be seen through some windows. As I held Mabel's buttocks in my hands, I lifted her onto the counter, took off her panties, and lifted her skirt... and I took care of licking her smoothly, circling around her clitoris, playing with her lips, penetrating her with my tongue, following the rhythm of her moans, and her contortions.
Between my legs, Susana was still enjoying my cock as if it were an ice cream.
In the middle of moans, and when I thought the brunette was going to come with my tongue, she said it with you interrupted.
I want to catch
-You've heard the lady already- said the blonde, releasing my cock for the first time. So I started to screw her standing up, moving slowly at first, then making rhythm with my hips afterwards, and as her pace increased, pounding strongly against her pelvis, without stopping, to the rhythm of her screams.
-yes, yes, yes, give me, give me cock...
Don't stop, come here - Susana was saying to me that she was sitting in a chair, slapping herself with her finger, looking at me with wide open eyes as if she were catching up with her friend, who in three more stabs would end up embracing me, trembling, tensing all her muscles, squirting juices.
Temporarily, everything was returning slowly to calmness, and Susana took advantage of it to take my hand to her bed, stripping me naked, throwing me onto her, and started riding my mouth.
Chupame like this, kid, like this, don't stop- she said while moving on top of me, rubbing her pussy over my lips. Mabel didn't delay in coming back and mounted me on her cock, and I, who had been at the supermarket's Booty just half an hour ago, had two hungry women sucking me, enjoying me, moaning on top of me, like two possessions.
Mabel treated herself to her second orgasm and collapsed on the bed, and I also wanted mine.
So I threw Susana onto the bed, opened her legs, and kneeling down, started giving it to her deeply, with rhythm, without stopping, until she started to cum. Then I started giving myself permission to get my orgasm, but it didn't take much more. An unstoppable force was born in my neck and balls, found its center in my belly, and released all its energy as cum, which poured, perfectly, onto the breasts of the blonde, who received them gratefully. Mabel also joined the party, using her tongue to clean Susana's nipples.
We three had an enormous smile on our faces. I started getting dressed as if to leave, when Mabel said
-Do you have something better to do than stay with us all day?
With utmost resignation I went to the supermarket to buy things for the week. I detest going to those places, but if I don't do it, then afterwards I'm freaking out all week about the things that are missing. Besides, I've gotten used to making my purchases by memory. I always buy more or less the same thing.
No matter how quickly I make my purchases in five minutes, when I approach the cash registers, time always seems eternal. It doesn't matter what time it is, because if there are few people, there are few open cash registers.
But there's something that makes me furious, besides waiting in front of the cash registers, and it's when a lady ahead of me remembers she's missing some product, leaves her things, and goes to get it. I think if she had brought everything she needed, I would probably be the one paying and not her.
Today I'm holding back my fury because the two women who forget something while they're in front of me at the Booty are laughing and asking for forgiveness, saying something like they're up for anything.
-Oh, Susana, you're in anything, not for anything
Yes, yes... of course, of course.
And the two women laughed again. Thin, tall, one blonde and one brunette. The one called Susana was the blonde. They were obviously alone, with a desire, possibly, to keep going with the party of an agitated Saturday.
When it was their turn to pay, the laughter and jokes ceased immediately, because the cashier at the supermarket, with the best fake smile she could manufacture, told them that Sundays, ladies, there is no delivery to the home.
What do we do?
Pack everything into boxes... How much we miss a man!
They are always very necessary
- Very, very necessary
This inconceivable dialogue, almost without sense, was accompanied by a series of glances: among them, with the cashier, and sideways, towards my person. It was all so evident that I couldn't help but show solidarity. They were doing something that was, for me, unbearable: they were asking me to help them, without asking. Or at least that's what I interpreted.
Girls, don't worry, I have the car in the parking lot, I'll take you - I said, and immediately regretted it, but I was already committed to my morning solidarity act.
-Oh, thank you, you don't know how we're going to thank you-', said the brunette'
-seeeee- said Susana, and received from the brunette a strange look between scolding her and sharing certain complicity.
They didn't stop laughing nervously for a minute. Not even when I was carrying the heavy box with their merchandise, nor when they mocked my shopping cart, nor when I opened the trunk of the car and put the box inside, and Mabel -the brunette- placed her hand on my back, as if by accident.
Susana wanted to get into the passenger seat, and quickly put on her safety belt, which emphasized her beautiful breasts. The very slut had undone the first button of her blouse, and they were still laughing at everything that was happening. They seemed drunk, but it was clear they were very sober.
I let myself be taken along. I was laughing internally because I was helping two big women who were having fun at my expense. Until everything unraveled.
-Where did I put them? I said, after carrying it from my car to the elevator, and that they asked me to pass by so I could leave the heavy box of merchandise.
Leave it on top of the table, Mabel said to me while placing her hand on my Booty.
-You've got half an hour to get your hand out of there-', I said, while leaning on the box and turning around to face her.
He didn't need more words because I ate her mouth while circling her waist with my two hands, supporting her on my belt. And she made me feel her whole body on mine, surrendering to the caresses, and letting out a moan when I ran my hands over her Booty.
-Ah, no... no are you going to start without me- said Susana as she kneeled in front of me, and nudging Mabel a bit, I opened my fly and swallowed my cock.
From then on, everything developed wildly and sensually. Nobody had turned on the lights in the apartment, so only the morning light could be seen through some windows. As I held Mabel's buttocks in my hands, I lifted her onto the counter, took off her panties, and lifted her skirt... and I took care of licking her smoothly, circling around her clitoris, playing with her lips, penetrating her with my tongue, following the rhythm of her moans, and her contortions.
Between my legs, Susana was still enjoying my cock as if it were an ice cream.
In the middle of moans, and when I thought the brunette was going to come with my tongue, she said it with you interrupted.
I want to catch
-You've heard the lady already- said the blonde, releasing my cock for the first time. So I started to screw her standing up, moving slowly at first, then making rhythm with my hips afterwards, and as her pace increased, pounding strongly against her pelvis, without stopping, to the rhythm of her screams.
-yes, yes, yes, give me, give me cock...
Don't stop, come here - Susana was saying to me that she was sitting in a chair, slapping herself with her finger, looking at me with wide open eyes as if she were catching up with her friend, who in three more stabs would end up embracing me, trembling, tensing all her muscles, squirting juices.
Temporarily, everything was returning slowly to calmness, and Susana took advantage of it to take my hand to her bed, stripping me naked, throwing me onto her, and started riding my mouth.
Chupame like this, kid, like this, don't stop- she said while moving on top of me, rubbing her pussy over my lips. Mabel didn't delay in coming back and mounted me on her cock, and I, who had been at the supermarket's Booty just half an hour ago, had two hungry women sucking me, enjoying me, moaning on top of me, like two possessions.
Mabel treated herself to her second orgasm and collapsed on the bed, and I also wanted mine.
So I threw Susana onto the bed, opened her legs, and kneeling down, started giving it to her deeply, with rhythm, without stopping, until she started to cum. Then I started giving myself permission to get my orgasm, but it didn't take much more. An unstoppable force was born in my neck and balls, found its center in my belly, and released all its energy as cum, which poured, perfectly, onto the breasts of the blonde, who received them gratefully. Mabel also joined the party, using her tongue to clean Susana's nipples.
We three had an enormous smile on our faces. I started getting dressed as if to leave, when Mabel said
-Do you have something better to do than stay with us all day?
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