Accept that it hurts less!

Before resuming her position, Viviane made sure to display her mouth full of Nestor's cock before swallowing it proudly, in front of a pair of astonished eyes. "Wow! What a sleazy little whore you are!" he said in a tone of surprise and, at the same time, satisfaction. "So, did you like it?" she asked, wiping her lips with her hands. - Did I like it? I fucking liked it! You're great! <unk> he replied in a euphoric tone <unk> It was my private fantasy ..., and I thought that you would like it very much ... "Yes, I liked it, but now let's go!" she replied, recovering in the car seat. "And you go like this?" asked Nestor, unable to hide his surprise at his partner's impudence. "So?" she asked with a silly chuckle. "With your mouth full of my cock?" he insisted. - Ah! Come on go! Leave it to me ..., after all, it's my problem! <unk> she replied with disdain. Viviane dropped Nestor off at a nearby taxi rank and, using her GPS, set off on her way home. On the way home, she thought about a thousand things, but the most important of them was: if she had the courage to come home and kiss her husband on the mouth; she still felt the bitter taste and the telltale breath of betrayal ..., would she have the courage to do it? ..., the simple question activated not only her curiosity, but also her desire! As soon as she entered the house, she ran through the rooms in a frantic search for her husband; she found Olavo in the room; he was naked, for he had just come out of the bath; she ran to him, tied him by the neck and let her mouth search for his; they sealed a warm and libidinous kiss; Viviane passed her abused tongue through the interior of her husband's mouth, in a gesture more than provocative ..., in her heart, she secretly wished that Olavo suspected something, to the point of questioning her ..., however, to her frustration, he said nothing, not even when they fainted. Viviane then looked down and saw the devastating effect her kiss had had on Olaf's male physiology; he exhibited a powerful, pulsating erection; in disorderly gestures, he tore his wife's clothes, threw her on the bed and flung himself upon her like a deranged satyr; he buried his hard roll in her vagina with a single blow that made her groan loudly. She pushed and pulled the roller with intense and deep movements, which, in a few minutes, caused a wave of orgasms that convulsed Viviane's body, whose sensation was devastating ..., and while suffering the tasty harassment promoted by her husband's roller, she thought of the public blowjob made on Nestor, a short time ago, which exposed to the maximum the sensation of each new pleasure that ravaged, vertiginously, her body and also her soul! It all came to an end with the roaring scream of the male, ejaculating vigorously into his partner, who was also already exhausted from so much pleasure in a single night. Unable to move a single muscle of her body, Viviane eventually fell into a deep sleep, waking up only the next morning, naked, sweaty, mouldy and alone in her bed; she noticed a note that rested next to her pillow ..., it was from Olavo. <unk>Good morning, my delightful female! Another night in which I was surprised by your always unexpected, but always longed for surprises! I love you!<unk> Under the shower, letting the warm water lick her whole body, causing a comforting sensation, Viviane thought about all the madness that was all that. "I have two insatiable males as lovers and a horny and voracious husband! Does he have anything better?" she thought, letting the warm and soft sponge walk through her body, operating a real revitalization. It was an unusual situation, but with a high degree of danger, factors that made her even more excited ..., she did not have the courage to confide in anyone; not even to Veronica, her best friend, because she knew well the loose tongue she had and that she did not control in certain situations. A few more days passed, and during this time, the climate between her and her "lovers" cooled without warning ..., at first, Viviane thought that they had gotten tired of her, or that they had found something better ..., and even at home the climate entered another phase of silent sexual ostracism ..., but, fortunately for her, this would not last any longer. She was at the gym box, making the periodic payment, when she felt a near presence that subtly glued her body to her. Frightened, she turned to see who it was, but was relieved to notice that it was someone very familiar; Roque, the owner of the academy almost glued his body to hers, so that she could feel the smell of post-bearded cologne and a warm breath blowing around her neck; she felt a shiver coursing through her body and a sudden but familiar excitement rising in her female entrails in search of sex and mischief. -Hi ..., I'll see you later <unk> he whispered very close to her ear, amplifying the libidinous effects on her body <unk> In my room ..., let everyone go ... -You're crazy! I can't! <unk> she replied in an almost inaudible whistle <unk> My husband... -Fuck your husband! Either you come ..., or else ..., you know! <unk> threatened Roque, still in a whisper. He walked away and Viviane lowered her head with a wry smile on her lips; that threat didn't work anymore, as she still kept the secret desire that her husband discover her sexual adventures, even without knowing what the result would be ..., she kept the credit card and the receipt inside the bag, and when she looked up, she noticed the air of veiled insinuation of the attendant ..., ignored the fact and turned her back, following her circuit. She trained for much longer than usual, before the always curious eyes of Nestor, who, from time to time, threw a naughty smile at her. She kept a suspicion that both Roque and Nestor had plans for her that night; before going to the shower, she took out her cell phone and sent a message to Olavo in which she said that she was very busy and that he should not wait for her ..., very risky, but also, very exciting!. She dried herself and used a moisturizer to make her skin even more appetizing; she looked sideways into the gym; there were still a lot of people. "What am I going to do?" she thought, for she couldn't stay long enough to arouse her husband's curiosity. "Ah! What the hell! An hour he ends up finding out!" she pondered, picking up her things and pretending to walk towards the fire escape (something unusual for her); glancing back, and quickly changing the course of her steps. She took off her shoes and climbed the metal staircase that led to the mezzanine where Roque's office was; she went in and came face to face with the guy sitting in his chair behind the table; he had his chest uncovered, which denounced the possibility of being completely naked. And as she circled around the table, she found out the fact; Roque was naked and on his feet! "Come, kneel here, you whore and my fucking boob!" he demanded firmly. Like an obedient slave, Viviane did as he ordered; she held the hard, thick roll by the base and made it disappear inside her mouth. Viviane sucked on the roll like a starving woman, squeezing the balls, licking the glans and putting it back in all the way, until it touched her glottis; she was so amused by it, that she didn't even notice that someone else had entered the room ..., but soon realized that it was Nestor, who held her by the hair, pulling her head back strongly. "Ah, do you mean that our little whore needed a roll?" he said in an ironic tone. "I think she needs two, my friend!" Roque commented in a breathless tone. -Then I think we must give her what she deserves! <unk> commented Nestor, still pulling Viviane's hair tightly <unk> Don't you think, boss? Roque gave a naughty laugh, getting up from his chair and heading to the opposite corner of the office; he pulled a long, padded wooden bench into the middle of the room, laying on it with the scroll up. "Come on, bitch! Take off your clothes!" ordered Nestor, letting loose the hair of the female, who, without arguing, got rid of her clothes, becoming naked for her males. "Come, come here..., come my braided tramp ..., come ride my scroll!" said Roque in a tone between order and plea. Without making a sound, Viviane climbed over Roque, holding his stick and descending towards him; as they were both meshed, the penetration occurred naturally, with the roller sliding into the warm vagina of the female; who, without wasting time, began to ride the male with enormous impetuosity; she was going up and down on that huge roller, and feeling the burst of orgasms beginning ..., Viviane enjoyed in an insane way, losing the notion of how many times her body had been shaken by the almost incessant enjoyment that she had. Suddenly, she realized that Nestor had decided to join in the fun; first, he kissed her neck from behind, nibbling her hard nipples, making Viviane sigh with pleasure; without warning, he began to rub his hard cock between her buttocks... Viviane did not resist, but the pain of the failed attempt with her husband was still in her memory, and she feared for what was to come. "Wait a minute!" she pleaded to Nestor. "Wait why, bitch?" he asked rather impatiently. -I know what you're going to do <unk> she said in a hushed voice <unk> So ..., at least let me suck this roll to leave it lubricated ..., otherwise you'll hurt me ... -You know that's what you deserved, don't you, little whore? -Nestor growled, taking a stand beside Viviane. -But, come to think of it, we can't spoil our toy, can we, boss? Roque did not answer because he was concentrating on the delicious fuck Viviane was giving him, limiting himself to an almost nod of the head. Without wasting any more time, she grabbed Nestor's swollen balls and started sucking his roll, trying to get it well drool. It did not take long for the impatient subject to return to the previous position, resuming the glans rubbing on Viviane's small orifice. For two or three times he forced the penetration, and when he finally managed to insert the glans, Viviane screamed in pain ..., it was an unbearable pain and she begged him not to proceed with his intention. "Hold the fucking ointment, fuck!" roared Roque, without losing the rhythm of the climb. Irritated, Nestor left behind her and went to the boss's table, returning from there with a bisnaga in his hands. Without much care he ground his roll with the contents, and then did the same on the throat of his victim. He stuck one finger in, exploring the region abusively; he stuck two, and Viviane felt the enormous discomfort, but knew she had no choice. Once again, the boy insisted on penetration; the glans advanced, and he celebrated, moving forward slowly. The pain was almost unbearable, and the pressure caused Viviane a discomfort that was on the verge of screaming ..., but bravely she resisted, until she felt Nestor's balls rub the gap between the buttocks, confirming that he had reached his goal. Half clumsy, Nestor began to pump hard, punching the roller to the limit and removing it almost entirely. For some time, for Viviane, that penetration was just pain ..., a pain that seemed to tear her from the outside inside, and that at certain moments gave the impression that Nestor's roller was burning her insides ... However, as the fuck progressed, with the rhythm of both males becoming almost perfectly synchronized, the pain gradually gave way to a strange and delicious sensation of pleasure ..., and after being fucked by two males with increasingly deep punches, Viviane experienced the pleasure of anal sex. They groaned, sweating with glowing skin because of the drops that trickled from their skins, at the moment when the control of the movements was no longer the males, but the female who dominated them with her explosive impetuosity ..., intense, hot and caudillous pleasures ensued, with the female experiencing each new orgasm as a liberating sensation, by which she could feel herself the mistress of the world ..., mistress of two males! The creaking grunts, followed by animalistic howls, set the tone for that libidinous opera, with the males enjoying themselves almost simultaneously, filling Viviane's bowels with a huge wave of hot, viscous semen. Unable to outline any physical reaction, since dominated by prostration in the face of colossal effort, the trio remained hooked, breathing with difficulty and still sweating on their beaks. A few minutes later, Roque and Nestor were collapsed on the cloth sofa on the other side of the room, watching their female dress up rather quickly. They watched her, and from time to time, they glanced at each other, displaying a grin in the corner of their mouths. -Look, the bitch is leaving anyway! <unk> commented Roque in a tone of irony <unk> Go full of our fucking find the horny husband. -She likes it, boss..., she's a whore! <unk> returned Nestor, holding his half-bomb roll with one of his hands <unk> Go there, bitch, go ..., go there and give it to the horn ..., he won't even realize how much we let you break ... -I really will! <unk> she replied with a limp smile on her face <unk> And he'll eat me tasty, you see? The three of them burst out laughing at the same time; before leaving, Viviane knelt between the two males and held her rollers still half-masted; she began to apply a carefully crafted punch, looking at their stupefied faces. These succulent rolls belong to me! <unk> she remarked with a certain pride <unk> Look how they obey me... "Fuck, Chief, that woman is the devil himself!" cried Nestor, feeling his role harden again. -Shut up, you mug! <unk> said Roque, enjoying the punch <unk> It was us who made her like this ..., so ..., we have to endure! Suddenly, Viviane dropped her already almost erect limbs, picked up her purse, and headed for the exit door. - Now I'm going home... and if all goes well, I'm going to climb with my husband until I can't anymore!