Wood for every work

There are so many stories to tell that if I were to write them all, it would take the whole pages of this book. But please don't label me a prostitute because I am married and live happily with my husband; I just listen to the burning calls made by my body in those moments when Alfredo -my husband- is obsessed with satisfying him and there is no other alternative than handing me over to the nearest man. As happened on that sunny morning at the office of my husband's construction company where I work as a secretary here in Salvador. That day, I do not know why I woke up completely wet, very excited. Well, I wanted to do that morning scratch before we left for work; but when I thought about trying it. Alfredo manifested the opposite, shielding himself in the same indisposition and malaise with which he always fled from my harassment. Worse: his penis that morning looked like an imperturbable cocksucker. All right... I went to the bathroom and, lacking the desired penis, masturbated myself worthwhile. When we left home in the car, I began to feel that masturbation had not extinguished the fire of desire that still excited me tremendously. The looks that the various men directed at me on the street further increased the unity I felt between my legs. When we arrived, as usual Alfredo went out to inspect the works of the firm, leaving me alone in the office. Having absolutely nothing to do - and having thought that the best thing you can do when excited is get even more excited - I began reading a story, which I am an ardent fan of. I was already completely enthralled with the spicy story about 'an unimaginably large penis ejaculating inside my mouth'; I had two fingers inserted into my vagina, simulating a penis and enjoyed that contact wildly but admittedly could replace them by an enlarged penis of what the reading described. Suddenly the doorbell rang bringing me back to the office. Excited as hell, I imagined it would be someone willing to offer me Alfredo's recipe - he was the porter! A tall, strong and very friendly mulatto who handed me the day's correspondence with a broad smile that my condition made suggestive and provocative. I asked him to come in - I was supposed to sign the delivery protocol - while answering an alleged phone call. Taken up by some devilishness, I couldn't wait to throw myself into his arms and bite and lick at his hair, which the open top buttons of his shirt allowed me to admire. Almost speechlessly, I told him to sit down as I went to the kitchen for a glass of ice-cold water, which he shyly accepted. When I came back with the water, he was waving his face in a distracted manner alongside the rest of my correspondence. As he walked past my desk, I purposely bumped into some folders and knocked them down to show him my legs as he bent over to pick 'em up. It worked exactly how I wanted it to work. He understood that this was an excited needy female -- maybe she'd seen the open magazine on the Forum section on the table -- so he stepped forward to help me, but with glazed eyes across my thighs. And when I handed him the glass, he smoothed out my hand in a fleeting, shy, almost fearful gesture. While he was quenching his thirst, I sat on the table with my legs exaggeratedly open to incite him into a bolder charge. And it worked as I could see from the volume that jumped up inside his pants, exposing me to the advantageous virility that awaited me. Provocatively, I licked my lips and crossed my legs until I felt that my underwear, which must have been stained by so much secretion leaking out of my vagina, had become visible. After this clear manifestation of hornyness, my doorman couldn't resist advancing upon me like crazy. She put her hand between my legs and rubbed a finger on the wet tissue of my panties, trying to locate my vagina. When she felt how wet I was, she got rid of my claw by tearing it abruptly so that some hairs were pulled out along with it, and began undressing in haste while I did the same thing. Desperate from excitement, I spread my legs wide open and tugged my head backwards, telling her I wanted to be blown off by the penis which I already had in my hands and tried to drive myself into my cave. He quietly but actively dodged my intent, knelt in front of me and alternately licked at my thighs as he climbed towards the vagina. At his first circular movements around my clitoris I responded to the screams with a vibrant and intense joy. Totally insane, I was delirious on the table, but felt compelled to take an active part in that relationship which I myself had provoked. Gathering strength to push him away from the carpet, he came upstairs not to penetrate me, but to lick and offer his thick licking to my lips dried by desire. His insistent movements in my clitoris led to sensations never experienced before, despite the experience of several men with whom I've had intercourse. crushing me into successive orgasms, I tried contemplating him also with an orally stimulated one, but half-paralyzed, I could not suck it with the desired impetus, which only manifested itself when he stuck his finger on my anus. Then yes, I started sucking and biting and licking it with a voracity never felt before. My button contracted with each thumb penetration, as if it wanted to accommodate the volume that I had in my mouth but which refused to let go of me until I made him enjoy and swallow all his nectar. As he took a long time doing so, I started making masturbatory movements with my mouth. So my doorman poured his hot milk into my mouth, further increasing the desire to be penetrated by anus, which kept blinking. I did not hesitate to ask her to do it. Lovingly, he led me back to my husband's table and leaned my body against it with his breasts resting on top of mine. With fingers drenched in saliva, he lubricated the edges of my little hole and took up a position. Holding firmly onto the sides of the table I received the first strokes from his monstrous penis which had been rejected by the resistance of my tight anus that after one final hard blow gave way meekly. I groaned and cried with pleasure and pain at the same time, while enduring all that inside me and excited myself even more by the frequent bumps his testicles gave as if they wanted to nestle in my vagina. Controlling our movements we reached a simultaneous orgasm. Insatiable - after all my vagina did not know the size of her member - I turned around, willing to satisfy the indomitable beast who had incorporated himself and bring down this strovenga which remained like pure iron. Still on the table, I spread my legs wide and in a single slow swoop, my porter who was really horny sheltered his penis entirely within my strangers. As we moved our bodies frantically he groaned loudly; squeezing me by the breasts with one hand and penetrating my anus with one finger of the other. He did this countless times until at last it reached joy that seemed to have no end any more such quantity of sperm which poured inside me. After that rapturous orgasm, my doorman walked away saying he was willing to answer any call from me at any time. Today he is my only lover and I use his irreplaceable services whenever my husband inspects the works, which happens almost daily".