Being a bitch at home

Hi, for those of you who don't know me, my name is Dayane, I'm 35 years old, light skin, brown hair and eyes, 5'10", 6'10". I have big tits, medium butt to big and anyone who wants to know more about me just take a look at my other tales. The events of this tale took place eight years ago, two weeks after the accounts of the previous tale. It was the same week my fiancé came back from travel. Friday night I'd have an appointment with my mother, just the two of us and my fiancé Flavio would stay home. On Thursday he told me he'd be back early, they were only going to work until early afternoon. I was dying to have sex, ever since he came back we'd only done it once and it was a half-mouthed thing, the poor guy was tired, normal. Nothing happened on Thursday either. But it wasn't a big problem, because I had already programmed myself. I told the company staff I'd be working from home on Friday. By my count I could do most of the work in the morning and in the afternoon I could take the delay with my fiancé before going out with my mother. Friday morning paid off and I managed to do a lot of things, even took a little time after lunch to take that full bath, wash all of it, shave myself completely, moisturize, light makeup, perfume. I also put on a black lingerie he loves and a pretty dress to wait for him. In the meantime, I practically finished my work of the week, and there was only one loose end that I would have solved on Monday, because the stuff I needed was at the company. It was just over 2:00 when my fiancé arrived. I turned off the computer and went to the room to get it. He said ‘hi’ and passed by me quickly. I asked: - It's okay. What's the rush, baby? He replied to me by going to his room and taking a suitcase: - What? You know it's Rafa's birthday tomorrow, right? And we're gonna surprise him. We're going over to his house tonight to have a barbecue. - he put clothes in the bag. - What time are you going there? I asked, since Rafael was an ex-colleague who lived about 100 km away. - It's okay. Now, Pedro's there waiting for me, so we'll stop by his house and go there. I was amazed: - It's okay. What? He replied: - Yeah, and since you're going out with your mom, it's gonna be good, I'm not going to be here alone. I didn't know what else to answer. I was there all beautiful, tidy, smelly and he didn't even notice. Flavio kept packing, took some stuff from the fridge, kissed me on the face and said, - See you tomorrow, love. Have fun with your mom. - And he left. I stood there, standing there, not knowing what to say. Brava squared. I wish I'd blown up, fought him, but no, I didn't say anything. After he went, I cursed a lot, sent everything to shit and was getting ready to leave. I was going to go to the company to settle that pending at once and then go to my mother's. I didn't want to be out there getting angry anymore. That's when something crossed my mind. I thought it was silly, crazy, but I didn't think much, so I went there and did it. I called the company and asked a colleague to separate the file with the documents I needed and send it to my house. The motorcycle boy was no longer there, I knew, so she said the intern would take the documents, I knew that too. I decided to change, just the dress. I put on a simpler one even, older, it was short and I only wore it at home. But my breasts and thighs, as well as my buttocks, stood out. I went in the fridge, opened a wine and drank two glasses. I was thinking about picking up the third when the intercom plays. I'll go and have the intern come up to my apartment. I open the door and it looks like he's scared: Wow! – he said. - Hi, Jorge. What? - Nothing, it's just... nothing. Hey. Here are the papers. - It's okay. Come in – I said. - Errr... I was released early since I had to come here, so I guess I'm going home. - What? I know, but come on in. Be my guest, sit on the couch. He came in, sat down, offered something to drink. He took water. I took the stuff he brought and I put it on the table and I could see he was really nervous, looking around, looking for something. I asked: - It's okay. What is it, Jorge? - It's okay. Nothing, it's just that your husband can come and I don't know, it's kind of weird that I'm here and you're so beautiful... I mean, never mind. - It's okay. My husband's not coming home tonight, not until tomorrow. - I did. You could see the relief in his face right away. I didn't even give him much time to think about it. I went towards him, I took the glass out of his hand, and I put it on the table while he was saying, - I need one more favor from you, Jorge. It's actually an order. He looked at me a little surprised and with and then sketched a slight smile on his face, already predicting what would happen. I sat on his lap and I said, - I need you to eat me real good. Now. We kissed over there, me on his lap, being grabbed, him putting his hands on my thighs, waist, back. After a while he'd kiss my neck and go down to his breasts. - Smells good, misses that hot skin - he said. I smiled and I got up and took off my dress, just wearing lingerie. He said: - Wow! That's delicious. He stood up, threw me on the couch and kissed me all the time. I was loving that. He took my panties off while kissing me. He went up and stopped by the crotch. - Wow, that's smooth and smelly. He said as he started kissing my pussy. I was wet before that, so I just enjoyed that dirty tongue. I don't know if it was my high turn-on or he had gotten better because it was hotter than the other times. I took off my bra and went naked while he sucked me. Wow, that tongue was really good, I remember it didn't take me long to come and he realized this: - You made a quick joke today, bitch. - and took off his clothes. I had just come, but I really wanted that hot dick inside me. He came in, crouched down and started rubbing his dick in my pussy, making me even more excited. I lay there in front of him, with my legs open, he prepared for penetration, looking at my position the cock was huge, it seemed like it would make me sick, gave me a cold in the belly even. And he came in, he went in slowly, he came back a little bit, he went deeper, he came back and the third went all the way. I could only moan, that dick opening up all over me, it hurt, but it was good. Jorge started the go and come, so delicious, how I needed that. I'd come in and get out nice, my pussy would be used to it, it was just pleasure. Jorge was getting in faster now and in the position that I was able to see that cocksucker coming out and going all over my pussy, making me horny, one hand of him held my waist, firm and with another squeezed my breast, driving me crazy. Then he'd open my legs more, with his hands and put it stronger now. It hurt again, but it hurt because it was really going deep, but the boner was big and I groaned louder. Jorge noticed and punched harder and faster and my jouissance came almost instantly, I just had time to pull him on me and came with all the weight, hugged his waist with my legs and pulled as hard as I could, feeling the dick at the bottom of me. I came and it was strong, I screamed, it wasn't a groan, it was a scream. I pulled him by the hair and kissed him on the mouth, slow, tongue, passionate I would say, while I was still squirming at the orgasm that wasn't over. When the ecstasy passed, I released my body and stayed there. Jorge got off me: - Wow, you were really horny - he said. No time to waste Jorge kissed my little pussy again, and he lifted me up until he reached my little ass with his mouth, started kissing, licking and passing his wet saliva. - Hey, you bastard! - What? I want that ass – he said – I think I deserve it. And he really deserved it. I gave him a smile, but I signaled him to stop. I got up and called him into my room. I went to a drawer, looked for some and found the lubricant I hadn't used with my husband in months. I gave it to him saying: - You know what to do. I lay on the bed on my face. Jorge was very horny, I could see it easily. He came, kissed my neck, his back, his butt, bited my ass lightly, massaged, passed his hands through everything... And he was pouring lube in my ass with one hand, while with the other underneath, he was stimulating my pussy. I liked it, I was already relaxed, but that touch made me more comfortable. When I realized Jorge had a finger inside my ass, it didn't hurt, and that was great. Jorge stopped caring, I looked back and he was standing, putting lubricant on his dick that looked bigger than ever. Jorge came in, turned me around and was fitting his body. I took the stick (it was really thick!) and I drove it to my ass. Head went in, felt a strong pressure, but very little pain. I like it. I pulled him a little more and that dick was slowly invading me, stretching me out in a hot, exciting way. I held him, he was fine, but I didn't want him to come in and hurt too much. I took a deep breath, told him to take it easy, and he went. In and out slowly, gently. I started moaning quietly, holding a hand to my mouth, biting my own finger in the hope of not making too much noise. Jorge went deeper now, he also groaned, so I felt his crotch hit my butt. Everything had come in and it hurt very little, I got chills. It was good. He kept going back and forth slowly, not speeding. I was so horny, I wanted him to go faster, so I said, - What? You can go faster if you want, you bastard. It's good. - That's delicious. – he said moaning – I’d love to go faster, but I’m holding on here not to come. I want to enjoy that ass longer. ‘Sacred’, I thought. So I thought I'd go to bed a little bit, I started rolling. He started moaning more. I started going back and forth, rolling back and forth. He stopped moving. - Oh, fuck! Don't do that – he said. I felt that bigger cock, thicker. It was visible that he was about to come. I kept going, back and forth, a little faster, and as I went to the bottom, I would roll. The third time I did this, I just felt Jorge taking his dick away from me, turning around and coming over. - Here you go, bitch! Fuck you! And he came up with his dick in my face, fucking pouring. A jet went straight to the chin, then face. So I opened my mouth, and most of the rest went straight to my tongue. He came a lot, moaning loudly. Then he put his dick head in my mouth so I could suck it. I did it in no time, and I swallowed the fuck out there. - Wow! Jorge spoke while lying next to me – How delicious. Fuck. - Bastard. I answered while I was getting up to go to the bathroom and clean up a bit. I had fucking hair. I went back and got us some water. We didn't say anything. We just lay there for a while. I didn't know if you asked him to leave now or what. Then he came and kissed me on the face and said: - You're very hot. - So are you, you bastard. So he kissed me on the mouth while caressing my body. I did. We've been hanging out, kissing, kneading for a while. He put me on top of him, and he slowly put me in my pussy. Oh, how delicious it was. And it was speeding, it was good. So Jorge stretched out his arm and took the lubricant that was in bed, while I was riding it nice. Opened up, picked up a little bit and passed right up my ass, caressed my pussy. The affection was good and I thought ‘what shameless, you want to put it there again?’ I like anal, it was pretty good before, but I didn't expect that. So he pulled his dick out of his pussy and went towards his ass. - What? What do you want, intern? - I asked. - What? I'm gonna eat that ass again. - Will you?! – I answered. - Yes, I am. I'm in charge here today. I didn't expect that. How cheeky! But I must confess, I like the attitude. I took his dick and I directed it to my ass. - What? That's right, you bitch - he said - puts my dick in that hot ass. And the stick slipped in. The penetration was easier than I expected, it hurt little. He started the moves, holding me by the waist, slowing down. Little by little he was speeding up and I felt his dick thicker, harder, more horny... I looked the other way and saw a picture of me and my fiancé. I felt a little sorry for him, but then I thought ‘it was you who didn’t want to and you who proposed the situation’. Jorge was getting stronger, I was touching myself, I was enjoying myself too. Then he turns me aside, puts on more lube and puts that dick in my ass. This time he wouldn't go slow, he'd bark and he'd go faster. Worse than I was enjoying, despite the pain. - What a nice ass. - he said, moaning. I wanted to make him crazy, so I said, - What a nice dick. It really worked. He put it even stronger, holding me by the waist. Then he turns me around and pulls me over to the edge of the bed, trying to put me on four. I was in that position then, a little afraid, because I knew it would actually go deep there. Jorge was banging his dick in my ass while he was saying, - What? You want some more, bitch? You want more dick in your ass? Tell me the truth. Yes... I answered without thinking. He shoved that cock in my ass, slow, but he went to the stem. Oh, that gave me the creeps, even with the pain. Soon he was coming and going, speeding up, getting stronger. - Here, bitch - he said as he'd shove it up my ass. - Hey, you bastard! - What? That's right, bitch, hot! - One more slap, now on the other side. So he pulls me around the waist and punches me hard, like it's the last time he'll ever have sex. It was good, but it hurt, because it was going deep, I'd never felt such a dick in my ass. I asked him to take it easy, but I'm sure he didn't even hear it. He was punching hard and loud. I was touching myself, to enjoy myself. - What? You want some milk, bitch, you want some? - I want... - It's okay. So ask me, bitch. Ask! - Give it, milky, give it. Cum on my ass... - I replied. - Oh, that's a nice ass. Here, take that shit! Then he came, I felt that hot liquid invading my rectum, that dick buried in me and Jorge's weight fell on my body, I ended up lying with him on top, looking powerless. I just felt his dick on me, still pulsing. I didn't enjoy it that time, but I felt great pleasure, besides the satisfaction of pleasing a man – which I love. Jorge got off my back, lying next to me. I didn't even move. I was finished. I woke up after a while, realizing I'd fallen asleep. Jorge wasn't there anymore. I looked around the house and that was it. I went back to my room and I saw a note: ‘Thank you for the wonderful evening. You can call me whenever you want. Kisses, Jorge’. I gave him a little smile, tore up the note and threw it away. I ran to take a shower because I had an appointment with my mother. While I was washing, I wondered if that wasn't too crazy, bringing the kid into the house, but I decided to ignore it, I had already done it and I had also enjoyed it. I needed a fuck that day and I had a complete one, I couldn't complain.