Tales from the Otherworld: The Bazaar

Since life is hard for everyone, with people selling lunch to have dinner and others killing snakes in the shouting and picking up loot a friend of mine decided to make a garage sale of those that everything that is trinkets that the guy has at home and that does not even know what it is for he makes available to anyone who wants to buy at the price always negotiating. Of course he called me first to help clean up his garage by assembling small niches with such products. And he had everything from vinyl records of Chitãozinho and Xororó, to sealed packages of automotive lubricating oil and culminating with miniatures of old cars. Yet what really caught my attention (as always) was his delightful wife; her name is Rosanna, full-grown, brown hair with gray tones, thin lips, a little overweight (which makes me crazy!), small breasts and a wide, appetizing butt that seemed still to remain unscathed from the touch of a rascal male. And she arrived arriving, wearing a wide printed dress with handles measured just above the knees and whose praise further enhanced her exuberant backside and sporting a huge smile directed at me as she approached offering her face to the two kisses of pleasure. After a hell of a struggle to leave that garage with some order amid the chaos my friend had turned it into, Rosana offered me something to drink and I asked her for coffee so I could smoke a well-deserved cigarette; she went up the outside stairs that led to the corridor of the house making sure to roll that back alley for my visual delight, to the point where I was able to give a peek that made me suspect that the bitch was without underwear. Shortly afterwards I was sipping the fresh coffee she had brought me and my friend asked for a minute to go to the bathroom, because just like me, he also ingests a diuretic of those that make people pee even when he thinks he has nothing to dump. Since there is no bathroom in the garage he went up to the house, leaving me alone with that monument of succulent female. And that day, Rosana seemed hell-bent with fire in the tail (literally), because on several occasions she put herself in the position of <unk> cavacataco<unk>, making the dress go up proving my suspicion that the bitch was without underwear! Although I'm not a fan of the idea of coveting a friend's wife, Rosana was teasing me in a disturbing way as I struggled not to catch her right there putting a roll in that bundle full of grace; by the end of the afternoon such a garage sale was left in tatters with a few small sales; my friend thanked me for the help and asked me to spread the word to others, as Rosana would be in charge of opening the garage throughout the week. I went home and shaved the clown in honor of my friend's wife's ass. Right in the middle of the week, I received a message via whatsapp from Rosana asking for help; as I am in remote work and things were slow, I replied that I was on my way; when I got there Rosana was around with an elderly couple haggling the price of a leather chair and by the expression on her face she was already on the verge of sending the old people to that place without the right of return. I intervened and after some negotiations I ended up closing the deal for a good price; the couple kept calling for their son to come and get the trash and Rosana asked me if I could go up to the house, because she had some unfinished business. "It won't be long, no!" she replied when I told her that my time was a little short. "It's quick!" she said, "and I'll make you a fresh cup of coffee!" "If that's so, all right", I replied, giving up on the idea of fresh coffee. It took an eternity until the son of the elderly couple arrived with his pickup truck and asked for my help to board the chair; the old man showed me that he had made the PIX for the account indicated by Rosana and after a handshake they left. The time passed and nothing from Rosana gave a sign of life leaving me tense with the possibility that someone would charge me something from the work routine and forcing me not to dislike the eyes of the screen of my cell phone. Overcome by anxiety I sent a message to her asking if it would still take time to come down. "You can close the garage and come up here. I'm finishing my shower and making you a coffee as promised!" she replied with several kissing emoticons. With no choice, I closed the garage door and went up to the house, wandering through the room to the kitchen without any sign of Rosana's presence. Suddenly, she appears descending the stairs leading to the bedrooms wrapped in a towel (!). We went into the kitchen and she invited me to sit down while she made some coffee in the espresso machine. We were talking about amenities when she turned around with two small cups in her hands and carelessly let the towel slide to the floor, leaving her naked before my gaze. The slut was a real hottie, sporting a pair of medium breasts, with slightly flattened nipples and a shaved, pulpy pube surrounded by thick thighs. Acting with the utmost impudence, Rosana pretended that nothing had happened and after depositing the mugs on the table, sat in the chair next to mine staring at my face with a somewhat enigmatic expression; we sipped our coffee in silence and I contained myself as it was possible, as my stiffened roll pulsed inside my trousers while I visually coveted that body -My husband is in the habit of saying that I'm fat and unattractive! <unk> she confessed in an outspoken tone <unk> ..., that bothers me! ..., he avoids climbing with me! ..., I think he even got another one outside! What do you think? Can you do that? Those words sounded in my ears almost like an unanswerable invitation! While I was dealing with my cock crawling in my pants and thinking of something profound to say, Rosanna was eager to know my opinion of her outburst; I took a deep breath and ordered a look! -Do you really want to know? Your husband is my friend ..., but he's a jerk! <unk> I answered without fear of being happy <unk> Such a woman at home and he looking for others on the street is not possible! You are very nice! -You mean he's got another one, right? she commented in an intrigued tone as if she'd only heard that part of my speech. I knew! That son of a bitch! Avoiding me because he ended up in some whore's pussy! ... -Rosana, that's not what I meant! <unk> I amended myself trying to fix the shit I just made <unk> I ..., I ..., I just think that you can get revenge! ... When I realized what she had said it was too late, because the shit was done! Rosana changed her expression from sudden anger to an unexpected surprise. "You mean that ..., you ..., you would eat me? You don't mind that I'm fat? Or have stretch marks and cellulite? Still you ...", she confided in a hesitant tone. I looked at her face and noticed a sparkle in her eyes as I also saw her nipples get hard and her skin creep involuntarily. "It's time for the head down here to work!" I thought as I scratched my groin. I rested my hands on Rosanna's bare thighs and brought my mouth closer to her face until we were able to wrap up a very warm and deep kiss, while I brought my hands up to her breasts and squeezed them gently as I felt her nipples harden; we lingered in the kiss until she pushed me back into the chair and got down on her knees between my legs as soon as she tried to open her trousers making my hard cock pop out; Rosanna looked at him with an air of disbelief just before making it disappear into her mouth, presenting me with a delicious blowjob. The bitch sucked like a starving one, squeezing the balls and swallowing so deep that it even touched her glottis; I did not hold her head letting her take care of the spectacle enjoying to look at her body seen from above that made me even more excited. <unk>Afff! What a nice stick! Come! Let's go to the room that I want it inside me!<unk>, she said in an exasperated tone already pulling me by the hand so that I would follow her. She lay down on the sofa and I came over already a little afoot holding the stick and brushing at the entrance of the grotto feeling warm and wet. If it hurt I heard the rock in the mouth with a strong blow going as deep as I could. Rosana couldn't stand to see herself filled by male cock and screamed frantically begging me to punch roll which I began to do with quick and vigorous movements, not taking long to make her laugh more than once; shaken by the teasing, Rosana twisted, moaned and screamed like a nymphomaniac in a state of abstinence; I continued to punch hard tearing more orgasms from the bitch taking advantage to lick and suck her nipples expanding a little more the ecstasy of my partner. The time passed without us noticing and I did not fade away beating the roll in that bucket all flooded with joy and sweat that flowed from our bodies; Rosana was already breathless and the succession of orgasms was so overwhelming that she did not have much energy to celebrate them by letting herself be carried away by the pleasure enjoyed and by realizing herself as a woman. -Ahhh! What a fucking macho! You don't get tired do you? <unk> she asked with an anxious tone <unk> Look what I'm going to want ..., Uhhh! Want ..., Ahhh! ..., More! Much more! You bastard cunt! Aiii! You're joking again! Ahhh! I looked at her smiling face and didn't say anything I just accelerated the movements causing more orgasms in Rosana who celebrated each one of them as if it were the first. A short time later I was overtaken by involuntary muscle contractions that warned of the proximity of my pleasure and before I could do anything, a spasm put an end to what was sweet; I twisted my whole body as my stick swelled and pulsed inside Rosana precipitating my pleasure in jets of sperm flooding the entrails of my partner. -Ugh! Ahhh! What a fucking splash! It filled my bucket! <unk> she commented with a certain delight and a silly smile <unk> Lucky for us that I can't get pregnant anymore! Wow! It was so good! Did you like it? I like you very much! You're a very hot female! <unk> I replied still recovering my breath <unk> But, I'll like it even more when I can fuck that rabbit you have! -You want to fuck my ass, you freak! <unk> she asked ironically <unk> I don't know ..., it's been a long time since I gave my briocho ..., it must be closed ... Before we could continue that stimulating conversation, we were surprised by her cell phone announcing that her husband was coming. I was picking up my clothes along the way while Rosana hurried me with the promise to think about my request. "But with or without my ass, I still want that stick in me one more time!" she said before closing the gate. I left happy and frustrated at the same time; happy that I had climbed with Rosana and frustrated that I had not been able to catch that rabbi! On top of that I was pissed that I had invented the story that her husband had a mistress, since I knew nothing about it! I let life take me and a little more than a week later, on a Saturday morning I was awakened with my neighbor insistently ringing the doorbell. <unk>Brother, help me! I need to give a miss today ..., I told my wife that I had to arrange a stop for you! If she calls you, confirm it, okay?<unk>, I said that I opened the gate already trying to turn my back and flirt, which he really did leaving me there with a dumb face. I was trying to understand what had happened when Rosana sent me a whatsapp asking me to go to her house; I put on a bermuda and a T-shirt and followed her there still half lost with everything that was happening. <unk>Ah! That son of a bitch went after the whore lover that he had arranged, didn't he? You can say! I know what it is! <unk>, she cried as soon as she opened the gate waving behind her as she entered her house. And as soon as I entered and closed the door of the house, I ran into Rosana by the door. -Come fuck my ass! <unk> she said in an exasperated and impatient tone <unk> Didn't you say you wanted to fuck my ass? So! Come ..., what is it? Ah! I know! ..., do you want a lollipop too, you bastard? Everything seemed as frantic as it was unusual, making me think that I had fallen into some parallel reality; however, when Rosana started to make me take off my clothes, pushed me to the couch and fell from my mouth on my bangle already half mast I realized that it was really real what was happening; I let her lick it with pica in her mouth until she proposed that we do a half nine, which she found at the time. It was a sucking and licking of going crazy and we only stopped because the bitch really wanted to give the ass. Rosana squatted on the couch, swinging the ruler and looking over her shoulder. "Come on, damn it!" she shouted in exasperation, her buttocks already separating and showing her blinking asshole; I took a position and after a few strokes of my brush, I pushed hard, projecting the head of the roller into the hole that constricted itself before the penetration; Rosana let out a scream but demanded that I continue. I pushed the roller in without mercy and when I reached the end I did not wait to initiate a succession of intense and always deep blows. Rosana screamed a lot, but after a while the screams were no longer of pain, but of pleasure; I was surprised to see that the bitch was making fun of my cock by wagging her ass and I got excited by speeding up my movements even more. It was so good to fuck that ass that I didn't want it to end and therefore even slowed down the cadence of the movements to enjoy the moment so longed for. <unk>AIII! MY BODY BURNED! ..., BUT THA ..., AHHH! I LOVED IT SO MUCH! UHHH! AHHH! SAFE STOMACH! AIII! THOUGHT FROM NEW! <unk>, she screamed in a tense tone provoking me and becoming more incapable and exciting; finally, unable to resist, I ended up enjoying the inside of my cock that was enraged by Rosana. I let the stick soak and let it drip out of her face with joy, enjoying the drip from under her nose. Unfortunately, we couldn't take more of that moment, because the bell rang. "Hi! Good morning! Is this where the garage bazaar is happening?" they asked through the electronic doorman, ending our joy. I spent the rest of the day helping Rosana with the sales that seemed to be worthwhile and we only said goodbye at the end of the afternoon when her husband returned with a disheveled and sullen expression. Rosana pretended that everything was fine and after a little conversation we said goodbye. The next morning I received a message from her; it was a nude with her displaying her turnip. "Well, you don't want it, you got it!" said the caption below, followed by a photo of funny emoticons.