"Seven loaves of bread for ten pounds!"

On my way back home, as I stop at a busy intersection, I always notice a woman with that notorious sign: "Seven rags for ten reais"; this is not an exuberant female whose attributes are capable of provoking a hormonal crisis resulting in erections. In fact, she's an ordinary woman - thin, long brown hair, face bearing some marks from a life suffered, small eyes, slender lips and an air of indifference.
His clothing is also common: a skirt that goes just below the knees and a thin knitted blouse protecting a pair of small breasts; on his feet are somewhat worn Hawaiian-style slippers. He's always offering up his goods, holding the board in one hand, and some stacked rags in the other.
I don't know why, but on several occasions I felt the urge to flirt with her and perhaps even make a very indecent proposal. However, there was no chance of success for me because she did not demonstrate that she is sexually inclined . . . , so whenever we saw each other it was something without any closeness or mutual interest.
One day, she stopped at the door of my car and with a discouraged expression asked: <unk>Young man, take two sets ..., please! I didn't sell anything today!<unk>. For an instant, my desire was to dispose her without delay, but her sad look and her air of extreme concern lit up a light for me and I ventured saying:
- How many games do you have in there?
-I have five, young man! <unk> she replied with a hint of hope in her eyes.
- I can even buy <unk> replied <unk> but, I want something more in return!
I was not frustrated by her reaction, which I considered appropriate for the moment and context. The traffic light went on and I followed my course. Over the next few days she stood there ... but whenever she approached my car she looked at it with disdain and kept going. That made me feel good about myself, so I put aside any concern in this regard.
After more than a month, I suddenly realized that this woman had disappeared; I assumed the possibility of her having chosen another more profitable spot or even decided to stay away from inconvenient people like me. Anyway, I put it aside and didn't think about it anymore ..., was not an unexpected and surprising event.
One day, that woman reappeared and just stood in front of my car staring at me. "What's the matter, sweetie... have you changed your mind?" I asked with a naughty tone.
- The proposal I have is the following <unk> replied, with one eye on a traffic light <unk> I buy games, pay for a hotel and you fuck me!
Unfortunately, before she could answer the traffic light went off and I had no choice but to go on with a sense of loss in my heart. And to make matters worse, over the next few days that woman disappeared again! This made me very upset because I'm at this stage in life where you can never miss a good fuck! Even taking into account that she was nothing exceptional ..., maybe it would be a nice climb!
A long time later, at another intersection on the same route, I come face to face with this woman; as she started walking between the cars, she saw me and tried to quickly get up towards me. She leaned over in her car and we looked at each other for a few minutes. "Hello young man ..., what about that proposal?" she asked, trying to hide her anxiety.
- It's still valid, my dear. I replied emphatically but you have a problem...
"What's the problem?" she asked, already a little anxious.
"I'm close to home and on schedule!" I replied, hoping for a quick dismissal.
-Ah! I know ..., and tomorrow morning? <unk> she said, still holding her nervousness <unk> Can you in the morning?
Yes, may I answer without hesitation? Eight o'clock right here on the other side of the avenue.
But take at least one game today, please", she said with a pleading look.
I took ten reais out of my wallet and gave it to her, who handed me a set of these cloths. I went home wondering if I had done the right thing. After all, that was her livelihood! And I just wanted to climb up! But as usual, my desire spoke louder than reason. And on the next day, since I didn't have work, I brought my wife to work and returned, heading for the appointment place. When I arrived there, I found this woman waiting for me; I parked the car, opened the door and she came in with her merchandise in her hands which she immediately threw onto the bench behind.
"Where are we going?" she asked bluntly.
- Don't worry, it is near here. I answered while driving.
"Do you always do this?" she inquired again, with some curiosity.
- To do what? <unk> I asked in a cowardly tone <unk> Invite a woman to fuck you?
"Oh, young man! Don't talk like that!" she replied with a false look of indignation.
- But why? I replied with a laugh. Isn't that what we are going to do? What is your name, anyway?
"Francisca, but you can call me Chica", she replied.
I told her my name, and our conversation ended at that moment. I walked into the hotel lobby and asked for a room; she handed me a key asking for identification papers; I gave her mine and waited for Chica to give me hers. With some hesitation, she gave me her ID which I also gave to the receptionist.
I parked the car in a vacant lot and helped her down. We walked through the hall to the elevator and went upstairs. When we entered the room, I closed the door and asked if she wanted to take a bath. "Do you want ... sir?" She replied with an understated tone. "Make yourself comfortable!"
While Chica was taking a bath, I undressed and turned on the TV to an erotic channel.
A few minutes later, Chica came out of the bathroom with her body wrapped in a towel; she saw me naked and rolled up her eyes. "Oh my gosh! Are you already nude?" I laughed and answered: "Yes, I am". Why? Did he want me dressed? She gave a nervous chuckle and looked down embarrassedly. So I invited her to lie beside me but asked that she take off the towel.
Holding back her embarrassment, Chica dropped the towel and showed herself naked; she had a pair of small breasts that were slightly drooping but nonetheless attractive; the bouquet was barely hairy and looked moist; she came up to my bed and lay down beside me; gently I put an arm around it and pulled it towards myself; I took her hand and laid it on my already fully erect roll.
Her cock is thick, nor <unk> she commented, squeezing my member, feeling its rigidity <unk> I've never seen such a thick roll!
-Are you married, Chica? <unk> I asked, taking her nipples between my fingers and making small squeezes.
"Yes, yes sir", she replied with a look of sadness. But my husband doesn't want to know anything about me anymore... he is just cachaça and mischief with others younger than I am!
At that moment, I pulled her towards me and made her rise over my body; I touched her mouthpiece and felt she was quite moist; holding the stick with one hand, I adjusted its position allowing it to descend toward you. The penetration at first seemed resistant but then everything happened in perfect synchrony.
My stick disappeared inside her who immediately groaned, resting her hands on my chest; before I asked for anything, Chica began to go up and down her pelvis, inserting and removing the roller with well-paced movements; I played with her nipples and asked that she let me mama them; Chica bent over, offering her breasts to me ..., i mamei those hard and juicy things carefully, not taking long for her to experience an orgasm.
And after that, she made fun of me a few more times until I felt the weight of physical exertion and asked us to take a break. To which I agreed. "Do you like being sucked?" he asked some time later.
If you want, he's all yours!
Chica stood by me, bent her body until my roll was within reach of her mouth; at first she was a shy little thing with licks and suckles only on the glans; but after some time the damned one showed her skills, sucking up the roll with passion and mastery. Time and again she squeezed my balls causing delicious shivers that ran through my body.
The woman devoted herself to that blowjob I thought she would mock, filling her mouth with my cock ... but it wasn't quite like this ..., after sucking a lot, Chica again climbed on me and made the roll go into its bucket for another round of mind-boggling climbing.
It was intense sex, and as time went on I noticed that she got looser by riding me with a lot of desire and excitement. To her surprise, I decided to reverse the game, turning my body around and getting over her; She liked this gesture, and in retaliation I started punching hard until she made fun more often.
Sweaty and a little exhausted, we opted for some well-deserved rest. I ordered bottles of water and smoked another cigarette. The girl drank the water and lay down next to me; we talked and I found out that she was in an unhappy marriage and being forced to support the house since her husband lived on kisses and timely jobs in general services.
Since she had no education, she could only hope to sell those cloths at the crossroads, always bringing a small amount home and having to deal with the meagre income that this business brought. However, Chica was not discouraged although she did not believe her life would improve. I felt sorry for her but also knew there was nothing in my power to help her.
She turned her back to me, and asked that I come from behind; I approached and Chica raised one of the legs, leaving his bottle well visible; I passed my fingers, feeling its warm and tasty moisture; she was waiting for me to put roll in your jar, but preferred to do something different.
Girl started moaning like crazy! "Oh boy, that's nice!" No one has ever licked me", she said in a hoarse voice and tossed her mouthpiece against my mouth. I devote myself to licking and sucking on the clitoris until she enjoys it, allowing me to feel the taste of her torrential pleasure. Then I gave her another sequence of oral orgasms till my partner was out of breath.
In the end, I climbed on top of her and rolled in my mouthpiece, hitting it vigorously and enjoying its deeper movements. The girl had just been having so much fun! She moaned, trembling and screaming with pleasure. I didn't give her a break from fucking that little whore without mercy or pity. Although she asked for an intermission, this time I refused to let her do it by punching even harder.
At one point, I jumped to the side and asked her to stand with her back towards me; I came from behind, and when she raised her leg, I began brushing her ass with my glans. "No! No!" she said in a tone of despair. Even so, in my naughty way, I kept on brushing until, with a forceful blow, I made the gland penetrate into the hole. The girl shouted and retreated, asking that I not continue.
I gave her the benefit of the doubt. We went to the bathroom and we entered together, under the shower. We were in that typical scrubbing for those who did not want to end their fun yet; then Chica turned towards me, leaned his face against the wall, opened his legs pushing his body and separated his buttocks saying: "Come on go! But slowly, yeah!"
She moaned and complained, but still she didn't back down; I went ahead and all the lubrication provided by water and soap made my job easier because soon I was punching a roller in the ass of the bitch who ended up liking it, groaning and sighing; I enjoyed and fingered her vagina until she had fun some more times. We finished when I finally did have fun ejaculating voluminously inside her butt!
Already dressed and ready to leave, she said the promised money. "I'm even ashamed of accepting it!" She said hesitatingly before taking up the money".You look like a whore", she replied when I asked why.
P.S. - This tale is the fruit of a narrative made by a friend ..., lucky friend, huh!