The day maid
The DAILY worker
By: Free
A good friend of mine, had separated and after some time without seeing him, I met him again, when then we talked about how was his new life of
"single man".
He said that he was even calm and that the only novelty is that he had hired a diarist for domestic services and that he had already given her a few strokes, even though she was married.
I asked him what his approach was, and he told me that at first, nothing had happened, but then he kept an eye on the little girl, and sometimes on the pretext of getting some water or something from the kitchen cupboard, he'd give the diary a "little treat".
He commented that he had the impression that she did not shelter the weasel. But in doubt, he did not force the bar. However, he proceeded to leave say, grudgingly in the room or
When I came back from the street, the magazines were there, but on different pages from the ones I had left.
One day, he asked her if she had been reading his magazines. Surprised and very red, she at first denied but then confessed that she had been looking around, but only to tidy up her room. Alas, he argued that it was quite normal if she didn't do any of that with her husband, etc., etc., etc. Finally, he ended up asking if she wouldn't play a "little game" with him.
She made this very offended face, said that she would tell her husband what he was thinking, started to cry, so he took a handkerchief, began to sculpt in silk and dry his tears and with the closeness, ended up hitting her breasts
who soon fine-tuned their tips, giving the green light to advance.
The next act, he began to massage the breasts of the now docile maid, who by saying no, no, no, KISSED me. Thus began a joke that lasted up to that moment. To compensate for it, from time to time he "fattened" a little the girl's diary.
I confess, listening to the story, I got a hard-on, and he figured it out, so I said, "Well, man, if I could convince M to deal with me and one more, would you?"
Of course I agreed, so he asked me to wait for his contact.
After a few days, he called me and told me to go to his apartment because everything was already arranged.
Then he convinced her that no, we were just old friends, and that I had a bigger dick than him, and...
And then she found me, on the condition that if she didn't like me or changed her mind, no one would force her to do anything.
Given the circumstances, my friend warned me that she wasn't pretty, but she had nice tits, and since the plan was to come as a visitor, he'd order a coffee,
And then I'd go out and buy a loaf of bread, and that would be my time to pull the trigger, and when he came back, if everything was locked up, he'd join the party.
Arriving at the apartment, I was met by my friend, we talked a little and he put the plan into practice.
So I asked her if it was true that she'd been fucking my friend, and she blushed, but she confirmed it, so I asked her if he'd told her about me, and she said,
She said yes and that she was sympathetic to me. Understanding the codes, I took her hand and kissed her gently.
Caressing her breasts with one hand and the other, running down her thighs until she reached her vagina, which was obviously already soaked.
M... didn't make a fuss and opening my bracelet, he grabbed my dick and started punching it vigorously, realizing that my dick was actually twice as big as my friend's and that he would love to have it inside him.
We undressed and started having fun right there on the couch, when then my friend, came from the street and jokingly said: "Wow. You started without me????
I couldn't even hear her, the way she was fucking me.
So my friend who was standing next to us, already naked and just touching a handkerchief and looking at us, he positioned himself behind her and started shoving his dick up M's ass.
She was delirious as those two cocksuckers went through her most secret orifices.
Then my friend called us to his bed and there we continued our play alternating in the holes of M... who proved to be no newcomer to the subject. Being sure of that when she sucked me. Her suction cup lips swallowed up my whole stick that if it's not a LONG DONG, too, it's not even ugly in length. The base of her lips touched my balls and the suction was so intense that I enjoyed like a boy inside that thirsty pussy throat. My friend also enjoyed her butt and we stopped for a little rest.
Since the meeting was at lunchtime, we still had some time before her time off from work - since she would have to return home to the suburbs of Rio -
First she asked me to shove my dick up her ass while she sucked my friend's dick until we had a laugh, then we took a little shower and started work again.
That gorgeous cuckold took my piece of meat with great hunger, and I realized that it was not her usual practice, for my friend had already penetrated his little bundle,
I had a little difficulty for the second round, but since there are no arguments for force, after the skull entrance, the rest was a matter of adjustment.
She'd whine and whine and whine and whine and whine and whine and whine and whine and whine and whine and whine and whine and whine and whine and whine and whine and whine and whine and whine and whine and whine and whine and whine and whine and whine and whine and whine and whine and whine and whine and whine and whine and whine.
when she said she had to leave.
We ended up (or ended up) in her purse and in her mouth and she left us there exhausted while she went to the bathroom to shower and change. On her return, my friend paid the girl's daily allowance and gave a previously agreed extra and she said goodbye to me with a kiss, not promising to repeat the joke and retreating home.
Still recovering, I continued there to talk a little with my friend, who was also exultant with the result of the party and we were, if possible, to repeat the experience. I said goodbye and went to my work (only to close the drawer).
A few weeks later, my friend called me and told me something that really blew my mind: his diarist was actually his new wife, and he "gave" me as a wedding gift to her that day, and he apologized for not telling me anything, but it was a way of "preserving" her and fulfilling one of his fantasies.
For my part, you may repeat.
Hugs and hugs
Leander , please .
By: Free
A good friend of mine, had separated and after some time without seeing him, I met him again, when then we talked about how was his new life of
"single man".
He said that he was even calm and that the only novelty is that he had hired a diarist for domestic services and that he had already given her a few strokes, even though she was married.
I asked him what his approach was, and he told me that at first, nothing had happened, but then he kept an eye on the little girl, and sometimes on the pretext of getting some water or something from the kitchen cupboard, he'd give the diary a "little treat".
He commented that he had the impression that she did not shelter the weasel. But in doubt, he did not force the bar. However, he proceeded to leave say, grudgingly in the room or
When I came back from the street, the magazines were there, but on different pages from the ones I had left.
One day, he asked her if she had been reading his magazines. Surprised and very red, she at first denied but then confessed that she had been looking around, but only to tidy up her room. Alas, he argued that it was quite normal if she didn't do any of that with her husband, etc., etc., etc. Finally, he ended up asking if she wouldn't play a "little game" with him.
She made this very offended face, said that she would tell her husband what he was thinking, started to cry, so he took a handkerchief, began to sculpt in silk and dry his tears and with the closeness, ended up hitting her breasts
who soon fine-tuned their tips, giving the green light to advance.
The next act, he began to massage the breasts of the now docile maid, who by saying no, no, no, KISSED me. Thus began a joke that lasted up to that moment. To compensate for it, from time to time he "fattened" a little the girl's diary.
I confess, listening to the story, I got a hard-on, and he figured it out, so I said, "Well, man, if I could convince M to deal with me and one more, would you?"
Of course I agreed, so he asked me to wait for his contact.
After a few days, he called me and told me to go to his apartment because everything was already arranged.
Then he convinced her that no, we were just old friends, and that I had a bigger dick than him, and...
And then she found me, on the condition that if she didn't like me or changed her mind, no one would force her to do anything.
Given the circumstances, my friend warned me that she wasn't pretty, but she had nice tits, and since the plan was to come as a visitor, he'd order a coffee,
And then I'd go out and buy a loaf of bread, and that would be my time to pull the trigger, and when he came back, if everything was locked up, he'd join the party.
Arriving at the apartment, I was met by my friend, we talked a little and he put the plan into practice.
So I asked her if it was true that she'd been fucking my friend, and she blushed, but she confirmed it, so I asked her if he'd told her about me, and she said,
She said yes and that she was sympathetic to me. Understanding the codes, I took her hand and kissed her gently.
Caressing her breasts with one hand and the other, running down her thighs until she reached her vagina, which was obviously already soaked.
M... didn't make a fuss and opening my bracelet, he grabbed my dick and started punching it vigorously, realizing that my dick was actually twice as big as my friend's and that he would love to have it inside him.
We undressed and started having fun right there on the couch, when then my friend, came from the street and jokingly said: "Wow. You started without me????
I couldn't even hear her, the way she was fucking me.
So my friend who was standing next to us, already naked and just touching a handkerchief and looking at us, he positioned himself behind her and started shoving his dick up M's ass.
She was delirious as those two cocksuckers went through her most secret orifices.
Then my friend called us to his bed and there we continued our play alternating in the holes of M... who proved to be no newcomer to the subject. Being sure of that when she sucked me. Her suction cup lips swallowed up my whole stick that if it's not a LONG DONG, too, it's not even ugly in length. The base of her lips touched my balls and the suction was so intense that I enjoyed like a boy inside that thirsty pussy throat. My friend also enjoyed her butt and we stopped for a little rest.
Since the meeting was at lunchtime, we still had some time before her time off from work - since she would have to return home to the suburbs of Rio -
First she asked me to shove my dick up her ass while she sucked my friend's dick until we had a laugh, then we took a little shower and started work again.
That gorgeous cuckold took my piece of meat with great hunger, and I realized that it was not her usual practice, for my friend had already penetrated his little bundle,
I had a little difficulty for the second round, but since there are no arguments for force, after the skull entrance, the rest was a matter of adjustment.
She'd whine and whine and whine and whine and whine and whine and whine and whine and whine and whine and whine and whine and whine and whine and whine and whine and whine and whine and whine and whine and whine and whine and whine and whine and whine and whine and whine and whine and whine and whine and whine and whine and whine.
when she said she had to leave.
We ended up (or ended up) in her purse and in her mouth and she left us there exhausted while she went to the bathroom to shower and change. On her return, my friend paid the girl's daily allowance and gave a previously agreed extra and she said goodbye to me with a kiss, not promising to repeat the joke and retreating home.
Still recovering, I continued there to talk a little with my friend, who was also exultant with the result of the party and we were, if possible, to repeat the experience. I said goodbye and went to my work (only to close the drawer).
A few weeks later, my friend called me and told me something that really blew my mind: his diarist was actually his new wife, and he "gave" me as a wedding gift to her that day, and he apologized for not telling me anything, but it was a way of "preserving" her and fulfilling one of his fantasies.
For my part, you may repeat.
Hugs and hugs
Leander , please .
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