The Sinner

At 41 years old, with three children, I've been looking for a direction in my life. A good job, a bigger apartment and in a better place than where I currently live, a man, not a male, but a mate, and all the dreams of a woman that I once had and went down the river. I am said to be a beautiful woman, with eyes and hair the color of honey, skin gilded by the sun without excess, face well made with determined bones, which gives expression to my face. I'm elegant, and I don't like vulgar clothes, unless I'm the beast, or a socialite apprentice. But my body is on fire when I see an attractive man, a male. I don't like these muscular troglodytes, but men with a man's face, a man's smell, a man's talk, a man's penetrating gaze, those who, when they look at us, all we can think about is holding them in our arms. This is me, five-foot-two, 160 pounds, thin waist, broad hips, thick, strong thighs, sure-footed butt, and bold breasts. I'm a female, a woman who knows how to give pleasure to a man, and feel his joy with all intensity. Maybe that's why I broke up with him. My husband couldn't keep up with me, he felt it, and he didn't fight to keep me with him. At the time of our divorce, there was a young intern working in my lawyer's office. His only flaw was his young age, twenty-three. As soon as we met, there was a significant exchange of glances. Moreno, a little taller than me, with my heels ten. I went off on a whim when I sat down to wait for your boss. I displayed my wide calves as much as I could without exaggeration. The effect was immediate, appeared the knee and a start of thighs, which put Rodolfo, this was his name, prepared for the conquest, which he knew how to do very well. He began by offering an espresso, which he prepared himself in the machine in the office. In order not to seem servile, she made a cup for him as well, and we had a delicious coffee, which was not served by the secretary. After my meeting with his superior, who examined the documents I had requested, he promised to call me as soon as I had submitted the papers. He was an older man, but I swear I noticed the rigidity of his member under his trousers when he looked at a good part of my breasts while I was looking in the bag for a paper with an important note. When I left, Rodolfo spoke to me gently. - Doña Vera, can I call your house if I need any information? - Sure, Rodolfo, write it down. - Thank you. It'll make things a lot easier. He gave me a prolonged handshake, and I answered with a slight kiss on his face, smelling the discreet smell of the shaving soap he had used. He had been skillful, young Doctor Rodolfo. I went home, didn't have to take another shower, was clean as a whistle, put on a tight bermuda and an indonesian cotton shirt, when my phone went off. It was Rodolfo, I had left a document in the office and he was ready to bring it. I agreed, of course, and hoped for the best. He arrived, handed over the paper, and gladly accepted the whiskey I offered. We drank together, chatting happily, him with his eyes on my legs. By the end of the second whiskey, he was straightening them and trying to take off his jacket at the same time. We rushed into my room, there was a rush of mutual horny too strong, I took off my clothes and helped Rodolfo with his suit. When we saw it, we were sucking each other deliciously, it was a delicious fit of madness, and I was amazed at my man's pointy dick, it would be hard to stand without that cock for long. I felt with my hands the hardness of the creature. It was a meeting of freaks! Rodolfo would suck my dick with fury, and I would do the same, until I felt a little fucking jet. We were soaking wet, I sat on his dick and started riding furiously, while he clutched the beaks of my breasts and spoke in my ear "suck my dick, my dear little whore, vaiiiii, swallow this dick, he's yours, all yours, mama, I want to spit", that's what I was doing, I was sucking his dick with my nipple. He pulled me to my feet and told me to stand on my back, penetrated to the bottom and started a fuck that I had never taken in life. I could feel the end of his dick ripping my inlet, I was full of fucking, wanting more, more, mayiiissssss, screaming, I was clutching at my waist, completely penetrated, feeling the dick throbbing in my little nipple, until I couldn't take it anymore. Go, fuck me, fuck your wife, give me your milk, spit, spit, spit, spit! I had lost all sense of things as he whipped me like a faun, pouring his milk all over me, threatening to impregnate me if I didn't take the morning-after pill. I grew soft, and I loosened in bed, as I was covered with the caresses and kisses of my sweet and at the same time furious lover. That's when I found out my destiny was to sin.