No meio do ano passado, voltei pra academia depois de uns meses sem malhar. Meus pais sempre me ensinaram, desde pequena, eu, meu irmão e minha irmã, o bom hábito de fazer exercício, mas por causa do trabalho e do meu negócio que deu errado, nos últimos semestres da faculdade, com as pressões e trabalhos, parei de malhar. Então, em setembro daquele ano, minha meta era voltar pra academia. Já tava fazendo umas duas semanas de exercício e, graças aos relatos que contei das minhas experiências, muuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu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que assim eles saibam que a puta tá com a tanguinha bem enfiada no meio da racha e quando vou sem nada, adoro como minha bucetinha marca na lycra, porque como sempre vou depilada, marca perfeitamente. E adoro como todo mundo fica olhando pra essa parte do meu corpo, excitando os caras e as minas, mesmo que nunca dê bola pra eles, hehe. Então, cumprir essa ordem não era nada difícil pra mim, só precisava levar as bolinhas também.
Eu sempre ia no mesmo horário pra academia e, duas quadras antes de chegar, tava o lixeiro varrendo. Eu voltava mais ou menos no mesmo horário, e sempre quando tava voltando pra casa, ele tava na esquina da rua onde eu moro, com o uniforme laranja e o carrinho de lixo, esperando os vizinhos pra receber o lixo. Como todo lixeiro, ele era moreno, muuuuuuuuuuuito queimado de sol de trabalhar o dia inteiro na rua, gordo, sujo, fedido por causa do trampo dele. Sempre que eu passava, ele sorria e me dava bom-dia, era educado. Desde que me entendo por gente, esse cara vem na minha rua varrer e pegar o lixo. Duas vezes por semana, quando chegava da academia, eu saía pra jogar o lixo fora, porque de manhã e parte da tarde eu fico sozinha em casa — meus pais vão trabalhar e meus irmãos vão pra escola, então sou eu quem cuida de manter a casa limpa.
Antes eu morava sozinha, mas desde que meu negócio faliu, voltei a morar na casa dos meus pais. Toda vez que eu chegava da academia, o lixeiro ficava me encarando com muito tesão, desde quando me via de longe — coisa normal, porque todos os comerciantes das ruas por onde eu passava já sabiam a hora que eu voltava pra casa e saíam pra me ver passar. Às vezes me assoviavam ou soltavam algum elogio, as pessoas nos carros me encaravam ou buzinavam, enfim, tudo isso é normal. E como eu disse, o lixeiro ficava me olhando. Nos dias que eu saía pra jogar o lixo, ele me encarava descaradamente minhas nádegas, meus peitos e minha buceta, porque a lycra marca super bem minha rachinha, ainda mais com o suor lá embaixo e o quanto eu ficava molhada por usar as bolinhas chinesas na minha panocha.
Enfim, chegou o dia em que meu amo me deu aquela ordem e, como uma boa submissa, tive que seguir à risca. Peguei meu par de bolinhas douradas e introduzi na minha vagininha. As garotas que têm um par dessas sabem o poder que essas bolinhas têm, porque dentro delas tem mais bolinhas que, com o movimento do andar ou qualquer outro movimento, por mais leve que seja, as bolinhas dentro delas se mexem e geram uma estimulação muito forte e intensa dentro da nossa bucetinha, fazendo a gente gozar quase na hora. Depois de introduzir as bolinhas, completei o resto da ordem não colocando nenhuma roupa íntima, então vesti por cima um short de lycra rosa e um top branco, meu plug no cuzinho com pérola em formato de coração, coloquei um moletom e fui para a academia.

Durante o trajeto, minhas pernas ficavam bambas e mais de uma vez tive que parar completamente porque as sensações na minha bucetinha me faziam quase gemer de prazer por causa das bolinhas. E, embora não fosse a primeira vez que fazia aquilo, não era algo muito frequente, e mesmo assim, por mais que você faça, nunca se acostuma com tanto prazer — as bolinhas sempre acabam te vencendo. Enfim, depois de um bom tempo, cheguei na academia, fiz meus exercícios de alongamento para aquecer, o que foi bem difícil, porque em alguns deles você precisa abrir as pernas o máximo possível, e eu sentia que as bolinhas iam escapar. Isso te obriga a contrair os músculos da bucetinha (aliás, na caixinha das bolinhas diz que serve como exercício para manter os músculos da vagina fortes, já que ao apertar para evitar que as bolinhas saiam, você trabalha esses músculos). Depois do alongamento, fiz 10 minutos de bicicleta. Aí não tive problema nenhum, porque mesmo com as pernas em movimento, eu estava sentada e as bolinhas mal se mexiam. Mas, quando estava na bicicleta, vi minha buceta e a lycra já estava molhada, e até a lycra entrava um pouco mais na minha rachinha. O problema foi quando passei para o elíptico — não, não, não, que loucura. A cada passo que dava, as bolinhas me faziam tremer e gozar na hora. A lycra estava tão encharcada na parte da minha buceta que parecia que eu tinha mijado, mas não — eram meus suquinhos saindo sem parar, parecendo não ter fim. Os caras da academia me olhavam intrigados com meus gestos, barulhos e principalmente porque, às vezes, eu me dobrava de prazer e tinha que parar, pois minhas pernas fraquejavam por causa dos meus orgasmos intermináveis. Parecia um veado recém-nascido tentando se levantar, hehe. Depois disso, fui fazer o que tinha que fazer: perna, braço ou abdômen. Dependendo do exercício, alguns me estimulavam demais, mas sem dúvida o favorito dos caras da academia era quando eu treinava perna (claro, junto com a perna, trabalha as nádegas e também dentro dessa rotina tem exercícios especializados nessa área) pois as posições que tenho que ficar com a bunda pra cima, as pernas abertas, deixam uma vista estupenda da minha bunda e da minha bucetinha molhadinha, e ainda por cima a lycra molhada marcava ainda mais meus atributos e ficava mais excitante. Com o passar dos dias, eles ficaram tão descarados que, quando eu tinha que fazer esses exercícios, eles paravam os deles, porque não se ouvia mais o barulho dos pesos caindo nem dos aparelhos, e muitos viravam pra me olhar. Mas, enfim, isso não é um relato de como eu gozo na academia nem aula de exercícios, isso é sobre o lixeiro, então vou começar agora de verdade a história. Eu ia assim todo dia pra academia e todo dia, ao ir, via o senhor do lixo, e ao voltar, quase sempre ele já estava na esquina da minha casa. Depois de algumas semanas dessa rotina já orgásmica, vi um pequeno grupo de 5 cachorros de rua que iam junto com o senhor do lixo, mas tinha um em particular que chamava minha atenção: era de tamanho médio, preto e, pra ser de rua, era meio corpulento e parecia bem brincalhão. Conversando no MSN com uma amiga e um amigo, comentei do meu interesse naquele cachorro e de como eu ficava excitada toda vez que o via, pois me dava curiosidade de ter relações com um cachorro. Com a ajuda da minha amiga, bolamos um plano de como pediria o cachorro ao senhor do lixo. Um dia, voltando da academia, pedi. Falei pro senhor que estava interessada em ter um animal de estimação, mas não sabia se minha casa teria espaço suficiente, porque queria um cachorro mais ou menos grande pra vigiar a casa, e também não sabia se era boa em cuidar de cachorros. Então, se possível, ele me emprestasse o cachorro preto por uns dias pra ver se eu era capaz de ter um ou não. O senhor, com a voz rouca, disse que sim, mas que o cachorro que eu pedia Faz uns dias que eu parei de seguir aquela ideia de esperar uns dias pra ver se o cachorro aparecia de novo ou não. Deixei passar uma semana e, um dia voltando da academia, pensei que já era hora de perguntar de novo. Eu tava vestida com uma legging de lycra na altura da panturrilha, cinza claro, um top preto e, como já tava começando a fazer um calorzinho, não levei moletom. E, como já era costume, sem calcinha, com minhas bolinhas lá dentro e meu plug anal (nem preciso dizer que a lycra já tava molhada na altura da minha bucetinha e dava pra ver uma mancha enorme onde vai minha xereca, e claro, na altura da minha bunda também tinha marcas de suor do exercício).
De longe, umas 5 quadras antes de chegar na minha, já dava pra ver que o senhor tava me olhando, enquanto jogava os sacos de lixo no carrinho dele, virava a cabeça pra me ver chegando. Quando cheguei, parei perto do senhor e cumprimentei ele com um "bom dia, senhor", e ele respondeu na mesma: "bom dia, mocinha". Esperei os outros senhores e vizinhos terminarem de jogar o lixo. Alguns vizinhos ficavam olhando pra minha bucetinha, enquanto as vizinhas, morrendo de inveja, me varriam (é assim que a gente fala no México quando alguém te olha de cima a baixo procurando defeitos, hehe). E esperei todo mundo ir embora pra perguntar sobre o cachorrinho.
"E aí, senhor, e o meu pedido?"
"Pois é, tenho uma má notícia, loirinha. O cachorro não apareceu mais. Sei lá onde ele se meteu, esses vira-latas às vezes aparecem, às vezes não, ou acontece alguma coisa com eles e a gente nunca mais vê."
"Não me diga isso, senhor. Aquele cachorrinho parecia bem brincalhão, por isso queria tentar com ele."
"Por que não escolhe outro? Tem vários que me seguem" (apontando pros outros cachorros).
"Não, esses não me agradam, eu queria aquele outro."
"Bom, se ele aparecer, eu trago ele pra você, ou se eu conseguir um parecido, trago também pra você experimentar."
"Tá bom, obrigada, seu. Daqui a pouco trago meu lixo."
"Fica tranquila, loirinha, já vou buscar."
Entrei em casa meio decepcionada pra juntar o lixo. Ainda não tinha terminado de juntar quando ouvi a campainha e fui abrir pra ver quem era. Era o senhor do lixo.
"O que foi, senhor?"
"Vim buscar o lixo."
"Já vou levar."
"Eu disse que vinha buscar."
"Ahhh... mas sempre todo mundo tem que levar até o carrinho do senhor."
"Se quiser, vou embora e você leva do jeito que preferir. Um quer dar um tratamento especial e você não quer."
"Ahhhh... tá bom... deixa eu juntar todo o lixo e trago pra você. Espera aqui um pouquinho."
Deixei os sacos de lixo que já tinha na porta e me virei pra pegar o que faltava. Bem na hora que dei o passo pra pegar o resto... ouvi e senti um tapão enorme na minha bunda esquerda, que me fez dar um pulinho. Ei!!! Qual é o seu problema???!!! - Pois é irresistível, loirinha, você tem um rabo muito gostoso, bem empinado. Mas isso não é motivo pra me dar palmada. - Bom, loirinha, vem cá e me diz, você tem cachorro? Não acredito nessa história de que quer o cachorro pra testar se consegue cuidar dele. Já te vi com um cachorro várias vezes, e às vezes quando passo na sua casa e toco a campainha (o senhor anuncia a chegada com uma campainha), ouço o cachorro uivando e latindo pra mim. - Ora, se eu quero ou não o cachorro é problema meu, não é da sua conta (falei enquanto esfregava minha bunda). - É que isso é muito suspeito, ninguém pede cachorros de rua. Olhei pra minha bunda, que ainda ardia muito, e vi que a mão dele estava marcada na lycra, porque como ele estava sujo, a mão ficou marcada pela sujeira, dava pra ver bem os dedos e a palma da mão. Ah, filho da... deixou a mão marcada na minha lycra, agora nem sei como lavar pra tirar a marca da sua mão suja, com certeza não vai sair mais. - Ai, me desculpa muito, loirinha, mas não se faz de sonsa, você já ia lavar mesmo, porque todo dia parece que mijou, sua buceta sua tanto quando você faz exercício que parece que você mijou. Ei!!! Que grosso e desrespeitoso você é, sabe de uma coisa? Vai embora da minha casa agora. Quando eu ia empurrar a porta com a mão pra fechar, o senhor segurou meu pulso e torceu, dobrando meu braço todo. - Já chega, loirinha, não se faz de difícil, dá pra ver que você é bem cachaceira e bem putinha, por isso mostra sua buceta todo dia, até acho que é capaz de querer o cachorro pra transar, já te vi entrando com vários caras na sua casa e não acredito que só conversa com eles, dá pra ver que você adora uma rola e que gosta de ser comida como uma cadela no cio. Além disso, vi o que você joga no lixo, já encontrei camisinhas usadas, calcinhas fio dental com seus suquinhos e manchadas, toalhas que você coloca na sua bucetinha gostosa. e absorventes cheios de sangue gostoso dela, e o melhor são todos os brinquedos que ela enfia na bunda, se masturba e se dá prazer, até que não aguenta mais e joga fora pensando que ninguém vai ver. Eu já vi, sim, e pelo tamanho dos consolos dela, sei que é bem gulosa. Não fala besteira e me solta agora, ou vou gritar. Pode gritar, e pra todo mundo que vier eu vou contar o quão putona você é, loirinha. Não tô nem aí, vou gritar. – Vou contar pra todos os vizinhos do bairro que você é uma esquentada de pica que anda trepando com cachorro e gosta de mijar. Fala o que quiser, não tô nem aí. – Pra você não, mas pra sua mãe e seus irmãos. Lembro que às vezes sua mãe sai de manhã num carro vermelho, é ela, né??? É muito parecida com você e são igualmente gostosas, e sua irmã às vezes também joga o lixo, também é bem gostosa, com essas bundonas, iguais às suas. Serão tão putas quanto você, loirinha??? Deixo uma foto da minha irmã pra vocês conhecerem.
Ela é minha irmã. Diz que também quer entrar na comunidade do pornô e escrever as experiências dela, assim que abrir o perfil dela, vou avisar vocês pra tratarem ela bem. Agora me deixa e vai embora. - Vou embora, mas da próxima vez que ver sua mãe e seus irmãos, vou contar que você fode com cachorros e com metade do bairro. Não ligo pro que os vizinhos falam, mas como alguns dos meus amigos do msn sabem muito bem, já tive problemas com minha família quando descobriram certas coisas que fiz e quase me expulsaram de casa, e mesmo que o senhor estivesse inventando, eles provavelmente acreditariam. - Aaaaahhhh verdade, isso te importa sim, olha, loirinha, não quero te forçar nem nada, só pensa no que posso causar se contar isso pra sua família, e só quero dar uma "trepada" com você de vez em quando, não te tira nada. O senhor me soltou e eu me afastei um pouco, ele entrou na minha casa e fechou a porta. Como assim de vez em quando??? - Sim, loirinha, toda vez que der vontade de te comer. Claro que não, não sou nenhuma puta, vai embora por favor. - Vou, mas vou contar pra sua família, você decide, loirinha. Sabe de uma coisa, tá bom, aceito transar com você, mas só uma vez, e pronto, nada mais. - Tá bom, loirinha, cadê sua cama??? Não, dentro de casa não, vai deixar tudo sujo, se quiser aqui no quintal ou na garagem. Minha casa é murada na frente, então não importa onde estivéssemos, ninguém nos veria. O senhor escolheu ir pra garagem e fomos pra lá, eu ia andando na frente dele quando de repente senti outro tapa forte e seco na mesma bunda que ele tinha batido da primeira vez. Ei, chegaaaa, vou te dar o que quer, não??? Para de me tocar. - Jajaja, a loirinha é corajosa, é que seu rabo se mexe bem gostoso, do jeito que você mexe e balança, parece chocolate gostoso. Entramos na garagem onde só tinha meu carro, sentei no capô e o senhor se colocou na minha frente, começou a tirar a roupa, primeiro o uniforme laranja sujo, deixando no chão, por baixo vestia uma calça de veludo azul-marinho velha, suja e fedorenta e uma camisa xadrez igualmente suja, desabotoou a camisa deixando à mostra sua barriga grande, peluda e suja e seus peitos (acho que maiores que os meus kkk) enormes de tanta gordura e suados de trabalhar no sol, depois tirou os sapatos e a calça, ficando só de cueca branca encardida e velha, acho que até tinha furos kkkk e com meias azuis, era nojento o corpo gordinho dele, fedido, sujo e suado. — O que você está esperando, loirinha, quero me deliciar com a vista do seu corpo gostoso. Ainda sentada no porta-malas do meu carro, levantei devagar minha blusa, ergui os braços fechando os olhos para tirá-la, quando tirei, abri os olhos e o senhor estava agachado tirando a cueca, ele se levantou e eu vi o pinto pequeno mas grosso dele, que começava a endurecer. — Sua putinha, que peitões gostosos você tem. Comecei a descer a lycra enquanto era observada fixamente pelo senhor do lixo, não precisei tirar os tênis porque puxando um pouco consegui tirar a lycra.
— Essa loirinha é uma delícia, já até subiu aqui só de te ver, gostosa, quero te comer agora. Bruscamente, ele me pegou pelo braço e me puxou pra frente e pra baixo, entendi que queria que eu chupasse ele. Ajoelhei na frente dele, peguei o pau pequeno dele com uma das mãos e comecei a masturbar ele. Senti um pouco de nojo porque o pinto dele fedia e dava pra ver que ele não lavava direito, tinha esmegma no pau. — Não, não, loirinha, não se faz de sonsa, chupa. Abri a boca e devagar enfiei o pau dele na minha boca, mesmo sabendo que era nojento, ainda mais por causa do esmegma, preferia isso a ser expulsa de casa pelos meus pais por ser puta. Mas o desgraçado segurou minha cabeça com as duas mãos quando eu só tinha a ponta dentro e me empurrou, fazendo eu engolir o pau inteiro. Como era grosso, tive dificuldade pra engolir saliva. O cara me segurava firme pela cabeça, mas por sorte o pau dele não era muito comprido e não me dava ânsia, tinha uns 12 CM, mas era bem grosso. Ele começou a mexer minha cabeça violentamente pra frente e pra trás, me afogando na minha própria saliva. Tentei tossir, mas não conseguia, senti que tava me afogando de verdade. Acho que ele percebeu, porque do mesmo jeito que enfiou o pau na minha boca, com a mesma violência puxou minha cabeça pra trás, tirando o pau. Caí no chão, apoiando as mãos no chão.
Parte 2
Eu sempre ia no mesmo horário pra academia e, duas quadras antes de chegar, tava o lixeiro varrendo. Eu voltava mais ou menos no mesmo horário, e sempre quando tava voltando pra casa, ele tava na esquina da rua onde eu moro, com o uniforme laranja e o carrinho de lixo, esperando os vizinhos pra receber o lixo. Como todo lixeiro, ele era moreno, muuuuuuuuuuuito queimado de sol de trabalhar o dia inteiro na rua, gordo, sujo, fedido por causa do trampo dele. Sempre que eu passava, ele sorria e me dava bom-dia, era educado. Desde que me entendo por gente, esse cara vem na minha rua varrer e pegar o lixo. Duas vezes por semana, quando chegava da academia, eu saía pra jogar o lixo fora, porque de manhã e parte da tarde eu fico sozinha em casa — meus pais vão trabalhar e meus irmãos vão pra escola, então sou eu quem cuida de manter a casa limpa.Antes eu morava sozinha, mas desde que meu negócio faliu, voltei a morar na casa dos meus pais. Toda vez que eu chegava da academia, o lixeiro ficava me encarando com muito tesão, desde quando me via de longe — coisa normal, porque todos os comerciantes das ruas por onde eu passava já sabiam a hora que eu voltava pra casa e saíam pra me ver passar. Às vezes me assoviavam ou soltavam algum elogio, as pessoas nos carros me encaravam ou buzinavam, enfim, tudo isso é normal. E como eu disse, o lixeiro ficava me olhando. Nos dias que eu saía pra jogar o lixo, ele me encarava descaradamente minhas nádegas, meus peitos e minha buceta, porque a lycra marca super bem minha rachinha, ainda mais com o suor lá embaixo e o quanto eu ficava molhada por usar as bolinhas chinesas na minha panocha.
Enfim, chegou o dia em que meu amo me deu aquela ordem e, como uma boa submissa, tive que seguir à risca. Peguei meu par de bolinhas douradas e introduzi na minha vagininha. As garotas que têm um par dessas sabem o poder que essas bolinhas têm, porque dentro delas tem mais bolinhas que, com o movimento do andar ou qualquer outro movimento, por mais leve que seja, as bolinhas dentro delas se mexem e geram uma estimulação muito forte e intensa dentro da nossa bucetinha, fazendo a gente gozar quase na hora. Depois de introduzir as bolinhas, completei o resto da ordem não colocando nenhuma roupa íntima, então vesti por cima um short de lycra rosa e um top branco, meu plug no cuzinho com pérola em formato de coração, coloquei um moletom e fui para a academia.


Durante o trajeto, minhas pernas ficavam bambas e mais de uma vez tive que parar completamente porque as sensações na minha bucetinha me faziam quase gemer de prazer por causa das bolinhas. E, embora não fosse a primeira vez que fazia aquilo, não era algo muito frequente, e mesmo assim, por mais que você faça, nunca se acostuma com tanto prazer — as bolinhas sempre acabam te vencendo. Enfim, depois de um bom tempo, cheguei na academia, fiz meus exercícios de alongamento para aquecer, o que foi bem difícil, porque em alguns deles você precisa abrir as pernas o máximo possível, e eu sentia que as bolinhas iam escapar. Isso te obriga a contrair os músculos da bucetinha (aliás, na caixinha das bolinhas diz que serve como exercício para manter os músculos da vagina fortes, já que ao apertar para evitar que as bolinhas saiam, você trabalha esses músculos). Depois do alongamento, fiz 10 minutos de bicicleta. Aí não tive problema nenhum, porque mesmo com as pernas em movimento, eu estava sentada e as bolinhas mal se mexiam. Mas, quando estava na bicicleta, vi minha buceta e a lycra já estava molhada, e até a lycra entrava um pouco mais na minha rachinha. O problema foi quando passei para o elíptico — não, não, não, que loucura. A cada passo que dava, as bolinhas me faziam tremer e gozar na hora. A lycra estava tão encharcada na parte da minha buceta que parecia que eu tinha mijado, mas não — eram meus suquinhos saindo sem parar, parecendo não ter fim. Os caras da academia me olhavam intrigados com meus gestos, barulhos e principalmente porque, às vezes, eu me dobrava de prazer e tinha que parar, pois minhas pernas fraquejavam por causa dos meus orgasmos intermináveis. Parecia um veado recém-nascido tentando se levantar, hehe. Depois disso, fui fazer o que tinha que fazer: perna, braço ou abdômen. Dependendo do exercício, alguns me estimulavam demais, mas sem dúvida o favorito dos caras da academia era quando eu treinava perna (claro, junto com a perna, trabalha as nádegas e também dentro dessa rotina tem exercícios especializados nessa área) pois as posições que tenho que ficar com a bunda pra cima, as pernas abertas, deixam uma vista estupenda da minha bunda e da minha bucetinha molhadinha, e ainda por cima a lycra molhada marcava ainda mais meus atributos e ficava mais excitante. Com o passar dos dias, eles ficaram tão descarados que, quando eu tinha que fazer esses exercícios, eles paravam os deles, porque não se ouvia mais o barulho dos pesos caindo nem dos aparelhos, e muitos viravam pra me olhar. Mas, enfim, isso não é um relato de como eu gozo na academia nem aula de exercícios, isso é sobre o lixeiro, então vou começar agora de verdade a história. Eu ia assim todo dia pra academia e todo dia, ao ir, via o senhor do lixo, e ao voltar, quase sempre ele já estava na esquina da minha casa. Depois de algumas semanas dessa rotina já orgásmica, vi um pequeno grupo de 5 cachorros de rua que iam junto com o senhor do lixo, mas tinha um em particular que chamava minha atenção: era de tamanho médio, preto e, pra ser de rua, era meio corpulento e parecia bem brincalhão. Conversando no MSN com uma amiga e um amigo, comentei do meu interesse naquele cachorro e de como eu ficava excitada toda vez que o via, pois me dava curiosidade de ter relações com um cachorro. Com a ajuda da minha amiga, bolamos um plano de como pediria o cachorro ao senhor do lixo. Um dia, voltando da academia, pedi. Falei pro senhor que estava interessada em ter um animal de estimação, mas não sabia se minha casa teria espaço suficiente, porque queria um cachorro mais ou menos grande pra vigiar a casa, e também não sabia se era boa em cuidar de cachorros. Então, se possível, ele me emprestasse o cachorro preto por uns dias pra ver se eu era capaz de ter um ou não. O senhor, com a voz rouca, disse que sim, mas que o cachorro que eu pedia Faz uns dias que eu parei de seguir aquela ideia de esperar uns dias pra ver se o cachorro aparecia de novo ou não. Deixei passar uma semana e, um dia voltando da academia, pensei que já era hora de perguntar de novo. Eu tava vestida com uma legging de lycra na altura da panturrilha, cinza claro, um top preto e, como já tava começando a fazer um calorzinho, não levei moletom. E, como já era costume, sem calcinha, com minhas bolinhas lá dentro e meu plug anal (nem preciso dizer que a lycra já tava molhada na altura da minha bucetinha e dava pra ver uma mancha enorme onde vai minha xereca, e claro, na altura da minha bunda também tinha marcas de suor do exercício).
De longe, umas 5 quadras antes de chegar na minha, já dava pra ver que o senhor tava me olhando, enquanto jogava os sacos de lixo no carrinho dele, virava a cabeça pra me ver chegando. Quando cheguei, parei perto do senhor e cumprimentei ele com um "bom dia, senhor", e ele respondeu na mesma: "bom dia, mocinha". Esperei os outros senhores e vizinhos terminarem de jogar o lixo. Alguns vizinhos ficavam olhando pra minha bucetinha, enquanto as vizinhas, morrendo de inveja, me varriam (é assim que a gente fala no México quando alguém te olha de cima a baixo procurando defeitos, hehe). E esperei todo mundo ir embora pra perguntar sobre o cachorrinho."E aí, senhor, e o meu pedido?"
"Pois é, tenho uma má notícia, loirinha. O cachorro não apareceu mais. Sei lá onde ele se meteu, esses vira-latas às vezes aparecem, às vezes não, ou acontece alguma coisa com eles e a gente nunca mais vê."
"Não me diga isso, senhor. Aquele cachorrinho parecia bem brincalhão, por isso queria tentar com ele."
"Por que não escolhe outro? Tem vários que me seguem" (apontando pros outros cachorros).
"Não, esses não me agradam, eu queria aquele outro."
"Bom, se ele aparecer, eu trago ele pra você, ou se eu conseguir um parecido, trago também pra você experimentar."
"Tá bom, obrigada, seu. Daqui a pouco trago meu lixo."
"Fica tranquila, loirinha, já vou buscar."
Entrei em casa meio decepcionada pra juntar o lixo. Ainda não tinha terminado de juntar quando ouvi a campainha e fui abrir pra ver quem era. Era o senhor do lixo.
"O que foi, senhor?"
"Vim buscar o lixo."
"Já vou levar."
"Eu disse que vinha buscar."
"Ahhh... mas sempre todo mundo tem que levar até o carrinho do senhor."
"Se quiser, vou embora e você leva do jeito que preferir. Um quer dar um tratamento especial e você não quer."
"Ahhhh... tá bom... deixa eu juntar todo o lixo e trago pra você. Espera aqui um pouquinho."
Deixei os sacos de lixo que já tinha na porta e me virei pra pegar o que faltava. Bem na hora que dei o passo pra pegar o resto... ouvi e senti um tapão enorme na minha bunda esquerda, que me fez dar um pulinho. Ei!!! Qual é o seu problema???!!! - Pois é irresistível, loirinha, você tem um rabo muito gostoso, bem empinado. Mas isso não é motivo pra me dar palmada. - Bom, loirinha, vem cá e me diz, você tem cachorro? Não acredito nessa história de que quer o cachorro pra testar se consegue cuidar dele. Já te vi com um cachorro várias vezes, e às vezes quando passo na sua casa e toco a campainha (o senhor anuncia a chegada com uma campainha), ouço o cachorro uivando e latindo pra mim. - Ora, se eu quero ou não o cachorro é problema meu, não é da sua conta (falei enquanto esfregava minha bunda). - É que isso é muito suspeito, ninguém pede cachorros de rua. Olhei pra minha bunda, que ainda ardia muito, e vi que a mão dele estava marcada na lycra, porque como ele estava sujo, a mão ficou marcada pela sujeira, dava pra ver bem os dedos e a palma da mão. Ah, filho da... deixou a mão marcada na minha lycra, agora nem sei como lavar pra tirar a marca da sua mão suja, com certeza não vai sair mais. - Ai, me desculpa muito, loirinha, mas não se faz de sonsa, você já ia lavar mesmo, porque todo dia parece que mijou, sua buceta sua tanto quando você faz exercício que parece que você mijou. Ei!!! Que grosso e desrespeitoso você é, sabe de uma coisa? Vai embora da minha casa agora. Quando eu ia empurrar a porta com a mão pra fechar, o senhor segurou meu pulso e torceu, dobrando meu braço todo. - Já chega, loirinha, não se faz de difícil, dá pra ver que você é bem cachaceira e bem putinha, por isso mostra sua buceta todo dia, até acho que é capaz de querer o cachorro pra transar, já te vi entrando com vários caras na sua casa e não acredito que só conversa com eles, dá pra ver que você adora uma rola e que gosta de ser comida como uma cadela no cio. Além disso, vi o que você joga no lixo, já encontrei camisinhas usadas, calcinhas fio dental com seus suquinhos e manchadas, toalhas que você coloca na sua bucetinha gostosa. e absorventes cheios de sangue gostoso dela, e o melhor são todos os brinquedos que ela enfia na bunda, se masturba e se dá prazer, até que não aguenta mais e joga fora pensando que ninguém vai ver. Eu já vi, sim, e pelo tamanho dos consolos dela, sei que é bem gulosa. Não fala besteira e me solta agora, ou vou gritar. Pode gritar, e pra todo mundo que vier eu vou contar o quão putona você é, loirinha. Não tô nem aí, vou gritar. – Vou contar pra todos os vizinhos do bairro que você é uma esquentada de pica que anda trepando com cachorro e gosta de mijar. Fala o que quiser, não tô nem aí. – Pra você não, mas pra sua mãe e seus irmãos. Lembro que às vezes sua mãe sai de manhã num carro vermelho, é ela, né??? É muito parecida com você e são igualmente gostosas, e sua irmã às vezes também joga o lixo, também é bem gostosa, com essas bundonas, iguais às suas. Serão tão putas quanto você, loirinha??? Deixo uma foto da minha irmã pra vocês conhecerem.

Ela é minha irmã. Diz que também quer entrar na comunidade do pornô e escrever as experiências dela, assim que abrir o perfil dela, vou avisar vocês pra tratarem ela bem. Agora me deixa e vai embora. - Vou embora, mas da próxima vez que ver sua mãe e seus irmãos, vou contar que você fode com cachorros e com metade do bairro. Não ligo pro que os vizinhos falam, mas como alguns dos meus amigos do msn sabem muito bem, já tive problemas com minha família quando descobriram certas coisas que fiz e quase me expulsaram de casa, e mesmo que o senhor estivesse inventando, eles provavelmente acreditariam. - Aaaaahhhh verdade, isso te importa sim, olha, loirinha, não quero te forçar nem nada, só pensa no que posso causar se contar isso pra sua família, e só quero dar uma "trepada" com você de vez em quando, não te tira nada. O senhor me soltou e eu me afastei um pouco, ele entrou na minha casa e fechou a porta. Como assim de vez em quando??? - Sim, loirinha, toda vez que der vontade de te comer. Claro que não, não sou nenhuma puta, vai embora por favor. - Vou, mas vou contar pra sua família, você decide, loirinha. Sabe de uma coisa, tá bom, aceito transar com você, mas só uma vez, e pronto, nada mais. - Tá bom, loirinha, cadê sua cama??? Não, dentro de casa não, vai deixar tudo sujo, se quiser aqui no quintal ou na garagem. Minha casa é murada na frente, então não importa onde estivéssemos, ninguém nos veria. O senhor escolheu ir pra garagem e fomos pra lá, eu ia andando na frente dele quando de repente senti outro tapa forte e seco na mesma bunda que ele tinha batido da primeira vez. Ei, chegaaaa, vou te dar o que quer, não??? Para de me tocar. - Jajaja, a loirinha é corajosa, é que seu rabo se mexe bem gostoso, do jeito que você mexe e balança, parece chocolate gostoso. Entramos na garagem onde só tinha meu carro, sentei no capô e o senhor se colocou na minha frente, começou a tirar a roupa, primeiro o uniforme laranja sujo, deixando no chão, por baixo vestia uma calça de veludo azul-marinho velha, suja e fedorenta e uma camisa xadrez igualmente suja, desabotoou a camisa deixando à mostra sua barriga grande, peluda e suja e seus peitos (acho que maiores que os meus kkk) enormes de tanta gordura e suados de trabalhar no sol, depois tirou os sapatos e a calça, ficando só de cueca branca encardida e velha, acho que até tinha furos kkkk e com meias azuis, era nojento o corpo gordinho dele, fedido, sujo e suado. — O que você está esperando, loirinha, quero me deliciar com a vista do seu corpo gostoso. Ainda sentada no porta-malas do meu carro, levantei devagar minha blusa, ergui os braços fechando os olhos para tirá-la, quando tirei, abri os olhos e o senhor estava agachado tirando a cueca, ele se levantou e eu vi o pinto pequeno mas grosso dele, que começava a endurecer. — Sua putinha, que peitões gostosos você tem. Comecei a descer a lycra enquanto era observada fixamente pelo senhor do lixo, não precisei tirar os tênis porque puxando um pouco consegui tirar a lycra.
— Essa loirinha é uma delícia, já até subiu aqui só de te ver, gostosa, quero te comer agora. Bruscamente, ele me pegou pelo braço e me puxou pra frente e pra baixo, entendi que queria que eu chupasse ele. Ajoelhei na frente dele, peguei o pau pequeno dele com uma das mãos e comecei a masturbar ele. Senti um pouco de nojo porque o pinto dele fedia e dava pra ver que ele não lavava direito, tinha esmegma no pau. — Não, não, loirinha, não se faz de sonsa, chupa. Abri a boca e devagar enfiei o pau dele na minha boca, mesmo sabendo que era nojento, ainda mais por causa do esmegma, preferia isso a ser expulsa de casa pelos meus pais por ser puta. Mas o desgraçado segurou minha cabeça com as duas mãos quando eu só tinha a ponta dentro e me empurrou, fazendo eu engolir o pau inteiro. Como era grosso, tive dificuldade pra engolir saliva. O cara me segurava firme pela cabeça, mas por sorte o pau dele não era muito comprido e não me dava ânsia, tinha uns 12 CM, mas era bem grosso. Ele começou a mexer minha cabeça violentamente pra frente e pra trás, me afogando na minha própria saliva. Tentei tossir, mas não conseguia, senti que tava me afogando de verdade. Acho que ele percebeu, porque do mesmo jeito que enfiou o pau na minha boca, com a mesma violência puxou minha cabeça pra trás, tirando o pau. Caí no chão, apoiando as mãos no chão.
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