I Never Thought of Being Betrayed 7

I never thought it was cheating <unk> 7 I knew he was risking Paul finding out until when I got home and he wanted to know whose voice it was, filled me with questions. I knew all the risks. But the enormous pleasure of obeying like a puppy to its owner ended up leading me back as if it were an addiction completely impossible to be contained. The pleasure that I experienced being used and humiliated had the persistent characteristic of never wanting to end, making me start trembling just thinking about being in Mr. Charles' hands again and losing my mind entirely, as when I stopped talking with him. It was as if I turned into a thing, my whole body now seemed to be taken over from the last hair of my vagina all the way inside my innermost being. So that morning when he called me I already trembled hearing his voice and got soaked with pleasure and fear just imagining what he would tell me to do. Good day Roberta, it's good you answered. You don't have to say anything in order not to arouse suspicion if he is around (he wasn't near), just listen. I want you to get dressed like I said, but before going to the party give a way of giving a little stroll here alone that I have a surprise for you. I was anxious and fearful at the same time. What could it be? Did he just wanted to eat me before the party? Just see me wouldn't it be. Would it? You can think everything I imagined because I even imagined everything except what really was... And my vagina (so I prefer to call her although use other names sometimes; they are those who prefer others) already gave involuntary spasms compelling me even contracted it. It was truly incredible. Well, to try and make it short, I actually jumped in there right before the party. Pretty bitch! You're just gorgeous! That fine-knit dress is new, bought on Tuesday. Didn't want to say anything so as to surprise you a little bit. I commented by giving a small charming spin. Nope! He fell wonderfully into you my whore. It adheres to your body and shows all the wonderful contours of this cute corpse, doesn't he? I did that proudly and childishly with his head. He made me do another turn holding delicately my right hand. It was very nice to see you before you went there Roberta, but that's not the only reason I called you here no. Wait a little bit. Not two minutes had passed when he came back from his room carrying in his hands some kind of necklace with giant beads yes it was a rope with balls attached larger than marbles for example which boys use to play they were small balls at one end and grew towards the other end come my beautiful whore come here i approached curious Pay attention, I'm going to put this right here inside of that sweet little whore sketch and it will give you a very good feeling. At first I didn't understand very well. Come on more bitch, stand in front of me. This oil besides excite, he lubricates facilitating penetration He said so and sat down on the sofa while passing such oil into thing. So I started imagining what he wanted. Lifts up his dress and holds my doggie, helps me. He puts his little left foot here on the couch, he can put it in a high-heeled sandal even if you don't have to take them off and I was like this with my left leg leaning against the sofa and all of my body resting on the right leg completely open and facing him. I groaned louder as he introduced the first and largest ball, and soon afterwards the second. I sighed with a sigh of pleasure when he shook his hand and dealt already with three balls inserted inside me. The large-ball collar had in all four balls and he put them all into me leaving only the long thread coming out from the left side of my underpants and the smallest one almost going out; kind of wanting to get out and getting back in again. Now take a stroll through the whorehouse. When I walked the ball that was closest to my vaginal lips seemed more threatened with coming out, but it didn't come out which gave me an acute feeling of tanness, wanting her to stay inside with the other balls. I want you to go like this for the party Roberta. I smiled maliciously and went a little bit further which gives me the sensation that I am at the same time as walking masturbating myself. You have a great piranha face from pee in the heat Robert! I did not hold on and made a sign asking him to get up. It was really very tan. He stood up smiling and kissed me on the mouth. I touched his stick that hardened and grew longer with my touch on the bermuda he was wearing. You'll kill your old master Roberta. He groaned as it came out of my mouth and immediately stuck its mouth into my ear because I moved delicately with the head of his stick outside the Bermuda. Listening to him moan with my contact flooded me all from an inebriating pleasure. Soon then he took off the still not completely hard stick by the side of the Bermuda and ordered with his mouth still in my ear. Just a little lick at its owner; go, then you pass brand new lipstick, underpants owners, go. I immediately bent down and glued my lips to the head that was dangling between my lips and started sucking with an ever-increasing pleasure. Now enough, go your piranha, go before I make fun of you in your face, go back there for the horn, meet you at the party. That's how I want you, good bitch. And every step I took was a masturbation. In everything I began experiencing this sensation of sex. I remember that when Mario finally saw me in this way, he forgot about the arguments for a while but after one compliment commented that I was exaggerating on clothes which he classified as indecent. You know I always liked to dress like this. But you've been overdoing it lately Roberta... skipping once again details that don't matter anymore, there were Paulo and I at the party. Paulinho had stayed with my mother-in-law and we both felt quite comfortable having fun at the festival. Don't you think I exaggerated, Roberta; that dress is not very indecent? I looked at him smiling and swear to God I wanted to touch his dick and ask if he was in the mood for fucking me. In fact I was soaked with desire and warmth. Many people were looking at me between acquaintances and a few strangers when suddenly, without my even noticing it, Mr Carlos appeared behind us along with two other men unknown to him. My legs gave a hissy fit and I could barely contain myself because of his presence and what he had put inside me. I took a deep breath and saw Paul looking at me as he reached out his hand to take one of the cups from the tray that was passing by, which had been served for everyone. Hi Paulo, hi Roberta. Let me introduce you two friends who work with me in this company: Marco is representative here of Floripa herself and Felipe is there from my hometown and is visiting us. They extended their hands and so-called Philip seemed more extroverted, also gave me kisses on the face. Both were young, but Filip looked really new seeming to be about 22 years old at most and Mark around thirty something. I thought they were beautiful, discreetly looked at the volume of his pants. I was just thinking about it...I remember that someone walked by and started a lively conversation with Paulo I stood more next to Mr Carlos and friends and I could hear what Marco called himself and who was here from Floripa said and deduced that they talked about me, which made me even more excited by the tone of the conversation. You're not going to say is this Carlos? Is that right there? What did he do yes with his head smiling proud. Damn Carlos! She's delicious. I can't believe, she looks so well married. Mister Carlos laughed and looked at me, realizing that I was listening. He whispered discreetly: "Just nod your head so he'll believe you right away". Immediately I smiled maliciously looking at the man and shaking my head affirmatively. Soon afterwards he glanced back at Mr. Charles and then his other friend with a look of disbelief. And how can I do it? I trusted Mr. Carlos blindly and that whole conversation was driving me crazy with the desire to be eaten, caught again, mistreated, finally fucked. Her husband is a bit jealous and doesn't know anything about it! The man seemed to calm down but didn't look away from me anymore. He and another younger one whispered and looked at me. Luckily for us Paul, well-known there of course, always talked to someone else who wanted to talk and drink with him. Señor Carlos also dispersed at the party and I, for a short while as I walked, looked and saw both of them again eating me with their eyes. And in that state...I couldn't contain myself and even started a seduction game by discreetly showing off from afar to them. The problem is that this dress really drew attention and many people were staring at me, but most had such respect because they knew it was Paul's wife and I could not expose myself too much without noticing well if there was someone compromising looking. When I realized that if I sat on a certain chair only they would see me I did not hesitate and sat down. I noticed that they stood on the other side to see better. At first only crossed my legs. But when I uncrossed again saw that few of them could see me and their eyes were glued together. Then I lingered, making sure you can see in the transparency of my underpants, the mark of my fleece at the bottom and the line thing coming out from the side and of course I knew that they knew about the thing inside me, which Mr Carlos had spoken to them and now they could verify with his own eyes. They moved nervously and I got a spasm imagining that they might already be getting upright. Of course, all this is because I already knew that they knew about me through Mr. Carlos and the real possibility of them really coming to eat me and in that state with that thing inside me was getting dizzy and already half sick from gout...I was a little soft, airy. Suddenly saw Paul and Mr. Charles standing before me. But it was Paulo who spoke: "Come Roberta, come I want to introduce you to my friend couple". He spoke taking me by the hands and making me stand up. It was a couple of young people more or less the same age as us who were actually already saying goodbye and apologizing to everyone because they would have to travel and I don't remember very well why. Very pleased Roberta, excuse our hurry (the girl from the couple, by the way, seemed extremely nice and although you knew Paul and Mr Carlos , I did not know them), but we bought tickets and we are having a little problem, we could not get a taxi and your husband gladly offered to take us at the bus station. Do you mind if he is absent for a while? As long as he doesn't travel too. Everyone laughed and this time it was Mr Carlos who said: "I could even take them, but my car also has a problem and I drove other people's cars that I don't drive". Let Monsieur Charles speak Paul let is already solved like this, I will carry him away. When everyone turned their backs Mister Carlos immediately looked at me maliciously and I trembled. That old beeping in the legs which had been familiar to me made me feel more soft. I became just like an animal that wanted to be slaughtered, but simultaneously shivered with fear. Mister Carlos who must have manipulated it, surely so that he would end up having Paulo to take them. The bus stop is far away... And he knew I couldn't stand the desire of being his old man's whore again any longer. He then went behind me and headed for the door with the couple and Paul and they left me half alone there, partly "in a vacuum" as they say. I answered her a few questions and then she said that she would go quickly to her house and come back for me company, saying he knew there were only boring people. I looked around and did not see the friends of Mr. Carlos and remember it was just at this time when I noticed the old man. Yes, worth mentioning here is the elderly man. He had (then became known exactly and in another hour explain precisely why) sixty-one years. It was elegant but completely bald and beards almost totally white very well trimmed. Sporting a blue-stamped T-shirt with long trousers to conceal his belly and white bermuda up to the knees, he was one of the few strangers who looked at me nonstop. I resolved discreetly in principle to provoke him. He had an insistent look that didn't even disguise the lady beside him who appeared to be his wife but also seemed totally unaware that he stared so much at me. I exchanged glances with him brazenly like a whore that I found myself to be. In one of my gazes at him, I provocatively scratched my right leg just below the hem of his dress lightly suspending an even small piece from the already short gown. The man did not restrain himself any longer. First he stood up. Excuse me ma'am your voice was extremely sensual, thick, deep, warm, maybe that is why he really wanted to tell me something so as to show his voice right away but I call you a lady because I see from the ring that you are married; but excuse my boldness, your beauty truly stands out at this party. Thank you very much. I answered smiling in a hoarse, cross-eyed voice. You don't mind if I talk with you for a moment, do you? No sir, feel free. Forgive me if I'm going to be too bold now, but when you were scratching one of your beautiful legs there was a tiny mark on the place where it had been and I thought that if I did not leave any marks. He said this smiling and showing his pretty white teeth as he stood waiting for my reaction all that ended up stirring even more in me and I noticed right away that you have a voice... our ... warm . My name is Saulo, here's my full name, phone numbers and address; I am a dental surgeon so it's easy to have an excuse to talk with me and hear my voice better... So he approached a little closer and spoke charging in sensuality. But beyond the mouth do completely free treatment, and if you need even paid for doing, at lady. That way of his old freak instantly caused me a reaction that contracted my vagina by moving balls and made me almost involuntarily bite on my lower lip putting out my teeth. He smiled. I've noticed that you have beautiful teeth. That thing he was talking about paying made me think for the first time that I could charge even what excited me in a different way still more. I took a deep breath trying to organize my thoughts. Hey Saul, I don't have any pocket and I can not keep your card at this moment. If you would be kind enough to leave it on the doorstep. You say it is from Roberta's dentist, wife of Paulo which Mr Francisco will surely give me. But does Paul know that I am going to take care of his teeth? Did you see? Roberto! Nice name! How impolite of me, I didn't even ask her name; let me go now Roberta before Marta comes to call. The conversation had a few more details that I don't remember now but all I know is it really served to make me madder than I already was. Gee! I swear I could hardly contain myself when Mr. Carlos finally reappeared. I saw you breaking hearts with your little whore. That sir Charles! Speak quietly someone can hear. Geez Sir Carlos, I am climbing up the walls... My friends went crazy for you. I understood. I answered smiling. Do the following, we'll go up to my apartment now. You can rest assured that I heard there was an accident and you have a damaged transit. Paul must be really late... You let it pass about fifteen minutes more or less and get on too. Yes sir Carlos, just do not know if I will hold out ten minutes ... Fifteen Roberta I said 15 , fucking disguise! He quickly located his friends and disappeared. I looked around half lost . In the bathroom I looked at my leg and saw that it had no "mark", was a dentist's talk. Looked and saw everything in order, pulled slightly on the rope and sighed out of there resolved to immediately go up without knowing how much time has passed. I do not remember who I met along the way, I was blind with stupor. When I knocked on the door and Mr Carlos opened, I grabbed him right there at the door joining his body to mine. Quiet slut, calm. He made me enter locking the door soon afterwards. All I noticed is that this Marco was sitting on the sofa in the living room with a glass in his hand smiling at us. Let me see if you're really trained. Lift up your little dress and show Marco the body of the whore in her underwear only. I lifted it indecently without any trace of modesty at the same time that Mr Carlos put one of his fingers into my mouth and I sucked him ardently and he ordered. Give a voice like this with the dress hanging for him to look behind, bitch. I obeyed knowing that the panties had almost all gone inside between my buttocks. I was wondering where the youngest was and Mr Charles seemed to guess my thoughts commented. Felipe had to leave the hotel for a last-minute problem and he's back. Just as he finished saying that, Señor Carlos slapped me in my face just long enough to turn my head around and then two more afterwards. Giving mole pro viejo abajo no es puta? Then hit harder. Piranha! I said yes with my head and then he hit hard, but this time on my butt making me stagger forward towards the other who stood up to support me while smiling seemingly not believing right yet in what I saw. His face of disbelief did not erase his beauty, it was really a handsome man He had an athletic body, he was tall and thin-faced. I remember it was a tearful cry, begging for a stick. When the man quickly put down all his clothes and left me with only my shirt, I knelt still weeping and fell on my face sucking, taking, passing in front of him, licking the bag, sucking the balls from the man's sack. He stretched out his arms and grabbed my breasts squeezing each one with one hand. The guy's cock had a certain taste Different than Your Carlos'. when Mr. Carlos yelled Roberta, you crazy bitch! Take off that fucking dress before because then we are going back to this party. Have you forgotten your motherfucker?! I really had forgotten and got up crying and quickly getting rid of the dress that Mr. Carlos was carefully placing on one of the chairs circling the table. Once in my underwear, I knelt again weeping at the man's feet and started sucking him with even more thirst. When finally the man pulled me by the hair making me stand up and began to lead me into Mr. Charles' room . Marco That is how it is a whore. In what Marco talked about. Come on, come on. I remembered that Mr. Carlos himself had never eaten me right there yet. He pushed me with some violence and I hit my back on the mattress immediately opening his legs. The man's dick was not as big as Mister Charles, it was just like Paul's, but the bag I had sucked before was differently large. I saw the silhouette of Monsieur Carlos' body emerge stealthily at the door and get closer while doing so. He slightly pulled away the man and sat down next to my open-legged body in bed. He gently pulled all my panties down, making me close my legs to help with the removal and then leaving me completely naked on the bed he opened up my legs again very forcefully opening them wide at once took a soaked rope and started pulling it out of the balls and made me see stars every time they came out until I realized that this man was climbing over me whole and sticking his stick in almost simultaneously while sometimes biting and sucking my breasts growling like a mad dog. But the half-drunk man didn't enjoy it and I liked him fucking me nonstop even after I had already made fun of once. Didn't I tell you that she loves cooking? Isn't Marcos too? It was I who taught her to like cooking, because her horny husband did not know how good this is. Marco said yes with his head coming out completely from above me and leaving me there on the bed as such. Fuck your whore! I immediately obeyed Mr Carlos's voice and stayed like that. This time it was Mr. Carlos who knelt behind me on the bed and passing his hand, fingers and massaging my clitoris and my booty wet with breast tissue and oil from that collar he would now insert one or two fingers in my ass making me groan of pain and pleasure and almost begging for its huge cock inside me, even I noticed the man to move further away. Look, I was saying this but can't describe how I said it because I was crying and trying to pick up his dick like that awkwardly with my own hands tucked between my legs so as to take him into the back of my ass. The force of his heavy hand crashed into my naked skin making a stampede echo throughout the room. He would reach over and rub his fingers on my clitoris, then return with his finger tips to the entrance of my anus giving small taps and strolling hands between my vagina and my ass completely hallucinating me before hitting hard against my butt again screaming "Please bitch! Please dog!" I didn't beg or plead; Sometimes he pulled my hair, rubbed his hand on my face... twisted my lips sideways with his fingers and shouted again before striking. He begged piranha! My eyes closed and wet of tears no longer saw the other man, they did not see anything anymore. Only even my mouth could still express a little bit of my plea and cry. Oh Lord Charles I beseech you ... kick him... I remember that it was at this point in one of those attempts with my hands thrown backwards where I managed to reach out and grab his huge, completely hard dick and try to drive him into the entrance of my vagina or asshole or whatever. But it was just a little trick and he escaped overhead leaving my hand empty and begging frustratedly. At that moment I cried louder and he hit me again forcefully on my red buttocks from his continuous slaps. But it was also at this time that he finally put the head of the thing on my little butt and I actually sobbed several times, like a child who'd been released from punishment. When he pushed just a bit more I almost threw myself backwards making him come in further and gave an enormous scream of pain relief and pleasure. He stuck his hand underneath my belly and started beating and rubbing my vagina violently while inserting nearly the whole thing into my ass. My God! It was an indescribable pleasure indeed. There is no way to describe it here. It was really something that any woman who experienced would never be able to do without afterwards. I felt jets of his sperm flooding me from the inside while he joked and yelled calling me a whore among other things. Finally when he finished I fell forward lying on my stomach in bed looking as if I were going to faint from such exhaustion. The feeling of him trickling out of my anus sideways and one drop running towards the vagina. Fuck! Marco also wants to have fun! I opened my eyes and saw the man with a completely stiff stick standing on the side of the bed looking at me cynically. Regaining strength, I sat down in bed with my legs apart without paying attention to what was being done by sperm and oil on Sir Charles's bed. And the man stood upright between my seated legs; he drew his stick closer to my mouth and I started sucking it still pleasantly sitting there. I began that exercise of making him laugh until this old emotion reappeared within me upon hearing the loudest moans from the man as his joy approached. I joined my hands on his dick, which then went to help my mouth make the man laugh. The groanings of the man grew louder and I almost swallowed up his whole cock with the aid of my hands joining him in it. I was whimpering softly and at the sound of my mouth drowned by his dicks and at his loud moans when he finally started making fun and felt a first jet hit my throat and I became completely wet and excited from satisfaction again. There were those that I swallow sperm and what trickled down into corners of my thirsty mouth. I felt it soften, but I kept sucking and swallowing sitting there and noticed that my legs were opening more almost involuntarily while I was doing this exercise of pleasure and lust. The smell of semen entered my nose and caused me a stronger and sweeter emotion. Almost unconsciously I touched my clitoris and began to masturbate looking for all the drops. Come on bitch! shouted Mr Carlos from across the room. Your husband's horn must be coming already fuck you! Pack up. Let's go. The man walked away from me and I got up calmly, still half drowsy and went to the living room grabbing my dress and headed for the bathroom. Now I understood why Mr Carlos had that little make-up cloth in the toilet. It was much more useful than at other times. Surely I wasn't his only whore... When I finally came out of the restored bathroom I found Mr Fernando with my panties hanging on one of his fingers; You don't want to go to a party wearing this short dress without any underwear do you? I picked her up and dress smiling softly while he was saying with an almost disconcerting calm. Roberta, my daughter we go in front of you do the following , jump first to your apartment so that if Paul has already arrived at the party and you can say it's been home and this will pass a little more time also for us here may be going now . We all left together without thinking about the possibility there is someone on the floor which luckily did not even have and I went to my apartment When I came home, I remembered the necklace of balls, made small reflections on all that in front of the mirror and returned to the elevator after about ten minutes or so ... Once again at the party I noticed that many had already left and that the youngest one was back talking animatedly with Mr. Carlo and Marco in a corner of play but Mario still did not arrive. There was another man in the group who stood behind me which only later realized it was John from the bar. Immediately thought: This is what I haven't seen here in the party, he was just missing. When I saw Simone and addressed her, I realized that Mr. Carlos was making a sign for me to approach them so I changed direction and went towards them. Paul is taking too long, isn't it Roberta? He also thinks of you. What could have happened? Nothing my daughter, it must be this transit from Floripa which sucks every day at all hours. So Mr. Charles lowered his voice. Putinaha, we told the boy here some things and he became hallucinated. Then I noticed the sweet look of the boy straight on my legs without disguises. Only then I noticed an empty chair and sat next to them without saying anything and Mr. Carlos continued in the same low tone. We are thinking of a way that boy can eat you too my little whore. We're thinking about you going there to my apartment and waiting for him. What do you think? I was already going to say something when John from the bar gave the idea. There is an empty space behind the bar where no one has access, just close the door which cannot be locked, but then we stay near the door taking care, know where it is? I nodded my head and looked at Mr. Carlos to see what he thought about it, and he commented: "That sounds interesting". So Roberta goes there, that's right; she walks in and waits for him. Goes here now while the time is still available, makes the boy laugh like a child. Confident and obedient, I got up immediately and went. Once inside I realized there was no light and the light coming from play through the tiller. I felt a cold breeze that made my arms shrink over my breasts at the exact moment when the boy came in. He looked upset. He took off all his clothes quickly throwing on the floor and hugged me kissing my boobs, face, mouth, everything and sticking his hand squeezing my vagina tightly against my panties. I sought out his hard cock which tapped my thighs haphazardly and caught it with my trembling hand moving lightly. The boy moaned loudly but there was no need to worry too much about sound because of the party's high-pitched songs. I noticed that he was punching the lion trying to penetrate me somehow and decided to help by gently pushing him away and immediately taking off his panties. I was already excited and wet with this situation as well. He pressed me against the wall hard after I took off my underwear and I felt my butt burned from caps which had led naked leaning against the cold wall of the room. Without stopping punched the lion made me guide it into the entrance of my vagina. His very thin, long stick and I gasped when finally he managed to get through me again. I stood there pressed against the wall trying to lift one of my legs in order to open myself more and facilitate penetration and his movements back-and-forth My initiative succeeded and finally I felt it all moving inside me and started moaning louder from pure pleasure.