Serving a customer again!

.- is equal to xXx is equal to-. I'm a 50-year-old man, addicted to filth and sex. Because of a joke from my wife, I developed an absurd temper in my sister-in-law that I still can't get rid of. I'm thinking of starting to write erotic short stories. Maybe that will help solve my addiction to sex and masturbation, or worse, I don't know. Murilo, Denise and Mileide will be the fictitious names I'll use. This will be one of the first. I won't tell you when it's reality, fantasy or a mixture of the two. I'll just write in the way that gives me the most excitement and fun. I also won't worry about chronology and I'll post the texts in the order that comes to mind. Size also won't be a priority. Things that aren't necessarily about mischief or sex can be included in the texts if they're important to the story. So be patient with me. Note: I realized that I need to be more careful with what I write. There's no way to correct it after it's published! --- the following I was in the office on a Saturday, early in the morning. At that time, my office was literally inserted into my father's real estate. Around 11 o'clock I get a call from Carina, a girl I met through UOL chat and who had already been to her house. She hadn't rolled anything that time, which was a bit boring, but I was curious. She asked what I was doing and if I had time for her, because the computer simply didn't turn on and she needed to leave things ready for Monday. I said that she was at the company but they were going to close. She asked if she could come and bring me the computer. Look, normally I'm completely against bringing women with whom I'm having fun and who aren't my wife to work or to my bed. To work for the risk involved and to my bed because I think our bed is "sacred" so to speak. I thought to myself, she's just going to bring the computer, I'm not going to make a fool of myself and I agreed. To my relief or not, she said that her husband was going to take her in a car with the computer. I warned her not to bring the monitor, cables, keyboard or mouse. She said one - "I'll be there!" - and hung up. It was already 12:00 on the clock and the people of the company were lowering the doors to go away. I came down from my room and asked to leave one of the doors half open because a customer who had "been" to bring a computer was late but was on the way. My father's manager looked at me, made like he was going to say something, but only asked if I had the key. - "Of course I have the key. I'm the one who always opens everything in the morning!" - I answered - "Don't do anything that your father wouldn't do". - he retorted, gave up and went away. I twisted my neck with the comment. - "Alright, now I have to give satisfaction to what I do!" - I grumbled with myself and put the steel hand on the door that was lower than I would like and I lifted it up a little more. Carina arrived with her husband and stopped in front of the company. She got out of the car and came straight to greet me, while her husband took the machine in the trunk. She kissed me on the face while holding my hand and took the opportunity to whisper: "Tell him it's late, please". - as soon as he said this, her husband approached, clumsy, with the computer in his arms. I took his computer, put it on one of the tables and greeted him. - "Please, Murilo". - "Please, Reginaldo. Look, is it quick? I have to go to the church to prepare a service and I can't be late". - he asked in distress. I looked at Carina who was facing the landscape and then at the computer - "I can't be sure, but I need at least 30 minutes to disassemble and do a basic check". - I answered. He looked at his wife with concern and she quickly replied, you can go love, I stay here and wait and when he finishes I call the church. " - he turned to me asking: - "Can I use your phone, can't I?" - "Of course". I concluded. Her husband, without much thought, turned around, got into the car and left. She looked at me with a smile of someone who was ready to prepare a few good ones and asked if she could use the bathroom. She said yes and I showed her where it was. In the meantime, I took the computer and took it to my bench in my living room. While turning on the computer to see the problem, I noticed that the fuse holder of the fountain was half loose. For the younger ones, at that time, some computer fonts had their replaceable fuses, which was a great practice. I turned to go to the closet and Carina was at the door, holding a fuse in her hand. "You're looking for this, aren't you?" she said with a grim smile and came in my direction, clasping her arms around my neck and kissing me. For a few minutes we kissed, I stroked her ass over her little dress, and I remembered that the outer door of the company was open. It knocked that half second of judgment. - "Wait"... - I spoke trying to get her mouth off mine - "... the door"... - she kept sticking her tongue in my mouth - "... someone might come"... - and I had to make a little force to hold her shoulders and gain space. - "Calm down, let me at least close the steel door!" - She made a displeased beak and rushed to close the door. I went down to the floor, closed it, and left the key half-turned, to prevent anyone from opening it. When I turned to go back to my room, she was behind me and we practically bumped into each other. She was already putting her hand on my belt and trying to pull it off. I held her hand, until a little scared by the woman's thirst, with the other hand she pulled my neck, putting her tongue in my mouth again and kissing me. Between the kisses, she was talking: - "I'm crazy with a hard-on, since that day that that dark veil ruined everything". - and pulled my shirt up - "I want you, come, we don't have much time"... - and when I realized I had already lifted the dress she was wearing and I could see her legs, with a warm black panties that was from another world. A small but well-turned bum. When she sat down at one of the tables, opened her legs, and pulled her panties aside, I safely forgot all my worries. I even forgot in my mind that at that moment I was being completely beaten by the heat. She had a hairy little woman, with beautiful and well-marked lips, but what caught my attention was the cricket: big and pink. I went into a trance and knelt in front of her and without much thought, I began to lick and suck that little girl. She, with one hand, pulled the skin of her pubic upwards, making her cricket even more pronounced and with the other, held my head. I licked, I sucked, I licked again, I passed my tongue around, I stuck as much as I could into her xotinha that drooled absurdly. She was clean, fragrant and sweet. Her pussy was sweet, almost as sweet as that of Denise, my wife. At one point, I felt her shiver and the hand that was on my head went quickly to her mouth, to contain the scream that she almost let go. I continued licking, and the amount of broth that she released was absurd, it had already soaked the table and dripped on the floor. She twisted again and I could feel the spasms on the tip of my tongue, stuck in her xotinha. She pulled me: - "Come, fuck me, go, I want to feel your cock!" - I got up, pulled down my trousers, my little tough warrior of pain and remembered, saying out loud: - "But I have no condom!" - She simply pulled me by my shirt, held my stick, pulled my body with my legs and fitted it to the door and pulled, making it all come in at once with a characteristic noise, caused by all that juice that practically flowed from inside her xotinha. My head simply stopped working. I went into automatic mode. She squeezed me with her legs, biting my shoulder, pulling my shirt and almost tearing a button, she squeezed my butt, moving and shaking the hip violently. The woman was uncontrolled. At no time did I remember that we were near the doors of the company, or that anyone passing on the street could hear the sound of her moaning or of our bodies colliding repeatedly in a crazy movement of going in and going out. I was already limping but it was so nice that I couldn't stop. I began to sweat profusely, panting and with it slowing down. She noticed, pulled away from me and pulled one of the chairs, literally throwing me sitting on it and coming over. She sat so violently that I thought I was going to break the toy! She twisted, made a diabolical curve as she felt pleasure and looked at me with a smile that every time gave me despair, every time gave me fear, a picture of complete madness. At one point, she held my head and pressed against her breasts, at the same time as I felt her pussy squeeze my limb tightly in spasms. This drove me crazy and I literally lost control, I only had time to mumble: - "I'm going to make fun"... - She jumped higher and my dick came out of her pussy sneezing on my belly, dirtying my shirt a little. My pubic area, my instrument and cocks completely wet by her honey that, too, was visible flowing through her legs. She leaned on my legs, holding my shoulders, put her tongue in my mouth kissing me and sucking a crazy like. It was at that moment that my reason overcame my thirst and shouted in my head: "You're crazy! Someone may come. If you dress, clean up the mess!" - An absurd cold climbed up my spine, pulled my hair and came down and stopped in my belly. A stream of late wisdom took over. I pushed Carina back, unconscious from kisses and caresses and I got up, going half awkwardly to the bathroom. She came after me. I cleaned myself as best I could, she also began to compose herself, recommending something about what we had just done, but I couldn't pay attention, my head was hammered with the madness of the mess I had just made. I picked up some paper and went back to clean the table. Full of sex was in the air. I went back to pick up a rod, cloth and bucket, I cleaned the floor, the chair, the table again and put things in place. I told her we needed to open the iron door, she remembered that she had promised to call her husband. I looked at the clock and it had been over an hour! She picked up the phone to call her husband and I went to pick up the iron door. I didn't realize that the key was in a different position than I had left it. Not at that moment. She opened the door until it was as high as it was before and I turned around. - "I just talked to him that the computer is ready. He said it'll be here in 15 minutes at the most". - I just replied: "You're crazy!" She looked at me with that diabolical smile again and corrected: - "But you liked it, didn't you?" - and stroked my member over my pants. I held her badly, reinforcing - "Crazy!" and went up to get the computer on the bench. I put everything in place and came down, putting the computer on the table. It didn't take long for her husband to arrive. She greeted me, asked the price, which I choked to answer, but I made up at the same time, he went to the car and took his wallet. He paid me, took the machine and took it to the car. Carina looked at me, the most calm and calm face in the world, thanked me for the excellent service, said it was worth every penny and went to the car. Her husband still came back and shook my hand. I watched as they walked away, and I didn't realize it when my father, standing next to me, said: "Have you lost your mind?" .- is equal to xXx is equal to-.