FLAGERATES from the real world

Recently, like every proud good old man I went to the grocery store with a shopping list in my hand but without my glasses. Obviously that would have been an unsuccessful diligence because without them I can't see things very close up anyway since I was there I thought "What is fart for who it sucks?" and so on
I was walking quietly through the corridors, looking at shelves with that disguised expression of someone who is really searching for something but without any success. It was then that I noticed a beautiful and attractive female figure; she was about fifty years old or older, whose uniqueness and way to walk made me immediately aroused.
She was a brunette whose exuberance surpassed modesty; she had long black hair down to her waist, framing a face with little make-up, dark eyes, fleshy mouth and one that seemed to beg for a kiss. She wore a white gown on the bottom with floral patterns, whose straightness announced the prominence of rolled buttocks which alternately swayed in perfect synchrony with her gait; she possessed medium breasts, whose relative firmness also denounced the fact that she did not wear bras.
Until I tried to resist, but gave in and approached her; apologizing and explaining my problem and asking if she could help me out of the suffocation with a little chuckle, she agreed. So we walked through the gondolas as I told her what I needed and she picked up the item and put it on my cart.
When we were done, I thanked her and did my best not to insinuate myself but as they say age is always dangerously permissive. "Do you have a cell phone?" she asked me right after we had gone through the mailbox.
This event, at first irrelevant, could have faded into the mists of memory had it not been for two events that brought it to light. The first occurred a few days later when I found out that this brunette woman whose name I didn't even know lived very close by me; I knew her husband, a retired police commissioner who was always so quiet and silent.
On a certain day of the week when I was at home on vacation, I took advantage to do something that I love doing whenever possible: I went to a coffee shop near my house for an espresso and a slice of red fruit cheesecake. And there I was in one such store which is inside a gas station, sitting on a counter tasting drinks and dessert.
Suddenly, I noticed that the brunette parked her car inside the post area and drove to the cafeteria, passing by me as if I didn't exist. She went into the store, bought something and got out, returning to her car. The curious thing was that she remained in the vehicle without starting it.
And just as unexpectedly, another car pulled up next to her; out of it sprang a man I knew because he also lived in the immediate vicinity of my neighborhood; he looked around suspiciously and then got into her car. Instinctively, I threw everything aside (sorry for dessert!) and ran towards my car; since they took some time to leave, I had enough time to get into my car and go on following them.
My attempt was fruitful! They drove along a well-known avenue, until they turned into a very discreet alley. It was an uphill climb and I didn't even need to continue because their destination was quite near ..., it was a very sleazy little hotel! I parked my car and kept thinking how that blatant could be convenient for me..., at first I thought the best thing would be to have proof of fact; something I could use and favor myself with.
I got out of the car and walked to a nearby hotel. I noticed that in the building next door, there was some backing up from the street; with my cell phone in hand, I put myself into position, waiting for an opportune moment for a blatant ..., it's true that the wait was tedious; I had to stand in this posture for quite a while..., until my effort paid off.
The car pulled out of the hotel parking lot; sloppy, the woman had her side glass cracked, which gave me a chance to take a picture of her and the big man beside her. I took another one from the vehicle and waited until they came back onto the boulevard with my trump card in hand. I went home wondering if I should wait for the right moment or give up that very day. There was no doubt about it ..., sooner is better!
I went back home and after resting for a while, walked to her house and peered; noticed that her car was in the garage but not my husband's. "It is now!"
I greeted you with a smile.
- Oh, yes I remember! <unk> she replied a little puzzled <unk> Can I help you with something?
- I don't think so. <unk> I answered with a wry smile...
I don't understand, she interrupted me with an air of indifference.
-I'll explain. I answered, holding my cell phone within reach of his face. This morning, I was wandering around and noticed this!
The moment she saw the two pictures, her face turned livid and an expression of surprise crept into her throat. "You're crazy! How did you manage that?" she inquired, trying to recover from the initial shock.
-How I got it doesn't matter! <unk>I replied widening my smile of irony. What matters is what you can give me for those compromising photos...
"What do you want, you cocksucker?" she asked indignantly.
I want the same thing that this lucky guy here got!
She took a deep breath and for an instant was silent ..., until she decided to speak again. "Give me your mobile number", she asked discreetly, removing her device from her waist. I hesitated, thinking that it could be some misconduct of hers. Meanwhile, I considered that the greater risk was hers rather than mine. I gave you the number, which she typed into his phone. "I'll add you on whatsapp and we have talked" she said at last.
-All right, but look what you're going to do. I replied in a slightly threatening tone: You have more to lose than me...
I didn't wait for an answer and went home, not sure why but thinking that it could all end in pizza or fuck me free of charge.
It was after noon, when I received a message from her ..., Her name is Gloria and she sent me an <unk>oi<unk>. I answered the same way and waited. "What are you doing now?" She typed. "Nothing". Only at home", I replied. A few minutes passed before she again typed: "Meet me in that post where you saw me, fifteen minutes later. Don't be late because I will not wait there by car".
As soon as I stepped onto the station track, Gloria stood a little farther from the cafeteria. I pulled up next to her and opened the passenger door; she was wearing a red rose-tinted black dress with an oversized neckline and sandals without heels.
"You know where we're going, don't you?" she said without looking at my face.
I rushed to this hotel. Its entrance was like a "drive-thru"; I handed in my documents, and said that my companion had none of hers; the receptionist made an uncaring face and gave me her room key. It was a three-story building, and from the number printed on the key fob, our room was on the top floor, which is why we chose to use the elevator.
As soon as we got into the elevator and the door closed, I glued my body to hers, pressing her against the wall; he rehearsed a look of contempt, but then felt his hand creep up inside my trousers, squeezing the growing volume. We kissed tenderly with our hands touching everything they could.
We walked down the corridor, glued to each other with difficulty reaching our room; already inside Gloria pulled my trousers out from underneath her hard roll of swollen head and massaged it while we kissed endlessly. In no time at all she got on her knees and made my dick sink into her mouth sucking incredible dexterity. She sucked, squeezed my balls and punched in an insane sequence like a nymphomaniac!
I let her savor my cock, enjoying the moment as it deserved to be enjoyed. After a while I pulled her by the arms so that she would come towards me; we kissed again whilst I dragged her dress over her shoulders showing off her juicy nipples of small and stuffy. Lambe and sucked those delights at the sound of the female's moans of passion. She fainted from me just long enough to get naked since besides the dress another piece of clothing was an insinuating red lace panties.
I felt her warm moisture between the legs, fingering his vagina with a few hairs. "Your dog! Naughty!" she whispered in my ear with an arrogant tone of voice.
I got on top of her and without much effort, felt my dick slide into her vagina feeling a mind-boggling tightness; started pounding with forceful pelvic movements, and before long Gloria groaned loudly denouncing that she'd had a delicious orgasm. <unk>Ay! So this is it! Fuck me good! Fucks me hard!<unk> She babbled out in panty breath.
We fucked for a while, and I was experimenting with some very naughty female who liked to have her pussy filled by meals of moaning, swearing and teasing.
After a while, she asked me to get down on all fours because she liked being fucked from behind so much; I acquiesced by getting off her and waiting for her to put herself in position; I stood behind her admiring that phenomenal ass feeling mesmerized by it. Gloria leaned even further, burying her head over two pillows and opening her buttocks with her own hands. "Come here you dog! Put the roll right there into my bucket!" she pleaded.
I obeyed her request, thrusting the roll with one blow and listening to it groan like a madman; resuming my blows ever longer and deeper, not taking long in hearing and feeling its joy flow through my cock hot and effusive. Fucking that little bottle without giving him any respite even if some pain burned my hips from the effort. I no longer knew how many pleasures Gloria had enjoyed but was sure none of us intended for all this fun to end.
Without warning, I pressed her ass with my index finger and after licking it with the fluid that flowed from Gloria's vagina, I did so again, only this time daring to insert the first phalanx. "What an abused guy! Your boy! Oh! How delicious! Insert more!" she said in a hoarse voice full of excitement. So I was playing with that tight little hole by sticking my finger into it and making movements to lace it up.
I tried to open the hole with my hands and let my saliva fall around it, using it as a lubricant. Then I took out the tip of the bottle and put it over the little orifice. I hit hard enough that the gland invaded with some difficulty; Gloria groaned and grumbled something but did not back down letting herself be carried away by the situation of anal dominance. So I went into this slightly tight opening which seemed slowly expanding in order to receive my intruder.
After a while, I felt my roll buried entirely inside Gloria's ass; she wagged her tail impatiently and said: "Sock that bitch in my ass! Soak it hard, you dog, cafajaste!" Filled with passion for this bastard, I started hitting him harder and deeper, even to the point of shaking his body with my impetuousness. Gloria delighted in anal fuck, moaning and screaming and sighing like crazy; and the fingering she applied to her vagina helped produce orgasms of such magnitude that she groaned ever louder as her body was rocked by an unstoppable wave of squeezing enjoyment.
Sweating and feeling my body charging the price for such an effort, I grunted babbling that my enjoyment was coming over uncontrollably. "Enjoy your boy! Enjoy! Fill my ass with your hot fucking bastard!" she demanded, also in her shaky voice and panting breath.
Defeated and exhausted, I threw myself on the bed and unintentionally fell asleep. The shower woke me up. Gloria came out of the booth drying herself in some haste and announcing that we had to leave because her husband would be home soon. Inside my car she asked me to drop her off at the gas station where I picked her up.
"I'm not going to stop taking pictures!" I told her before she got out of my car. "Do what you want ... after all, it was so fucked up ..., if you want to repeat them again, they are unnecessary". She replied with a silly smile on her face.
As a matter of fact, this old idiot cleaned out the photo archive on his cell phone and deleted those related to Gloria ... well that wasn't so bad because we met some more times until her husband found out about the other neighbor!