MAO II (the re-econtro)

You must remember my story, my fingers on me, on the bus, a guy I've never seen in my life, a black man, at first scary, and then the man who made me come almost 10 times with my fingers in one day, if you don't read the story number 11978, and you'll know how it all started. After that day, I got stuck with a thought that made me tremble from my head to my feet, and imagine that man being mine, being inside me. He was a very ugly guy, but something still intrigued me and a lot. I gradually created a fantasy and started masturbating thinking about it, and I went to the city several times and came back with my husband to meet him again, I wanted to see him was necessary, I had to look into his eyes and meet him, I dreamed of that naughty, naughty smile. The man was bold and at the same time knew how to mess with a woman would be like me, and he broke all my fears, and prejudices with the black race...His hand, lived in me, every time I took a drive, and every time I dressed, putting on my underwear seemed like he was there looking at me and admiring me as if he wouldn't let me put on panties so he could admire me better. My life became thrilling with this fantasy, and every nigger I saw on the streets. I thought it was him, and everything was starting to go different in my life. I got things to do this afternoon in town just to be in the place where I found that fabula, and I was hoping that one day I'd run into him. Every time I went into town and came home, I'd get wet and horny, because I'd be imagining all day finding my nigger. I walked through the bus stops before we took him, because he was already on the bus, so he should be working there, not too far. Every day was always one more point back in the hope of finding that man. Who knew, I'd be so well married, I love my husband, and with fantasies of a teenager in my head, making me feel ashamed of myself in wanting something with another man. It wasn't just any other man, it was a daring man, ugly even, but it touched me even though I didn't want to and then accepting, that took me seriously and made me come like I've never enjoyed in my whole life. I continued my search, in all my ways I put on a skirt, and I always prepared for the unexpected. In those skirts that I wore, and that were wide and up to my knees, very discreet, I would have put a zipper that opened up to half and left my little ass and my little butt at will, it was easy to play with a man. That had been my husband's idea, but then he forgot and never brought it up again, but... I hadn't forgotten. Underneath all the socks and garter straps, wide panties, and obviously always waxed, I love it because it gives me the hardest and it turns me on more walking without any hair on it, it gets more sensitive and I always get wet. I kept believing and until one Friday, it couldn't be any different, practically a point before the end of the day, in a row, I glimpse my black man. I was shaking my head and I thought about getting out of there, stopping it and leaving. But he was standing there on his back, it was definitely him and our bus, and now I would go to the end with him for sure. I got in line and in a few moments he turned back noticed me, if he turned back then he looked back and we finally crossed our eyes, I trembled very and very nervous. The bus that was pulling over when I opened the doors, made me almost faint from anxiety, he was about five or six people in front of me, and when he came up he stopped after the entrance and let me pass him by. As soon as I passed the roulette wheel he came after me, he could hardly walk or move, and I knew that now it was going to be different, I was alone and he knew what I wanted, his mouthful smile, naughty, denounced that he would get sick of me. The bus was one of those trailers, I don't know what it's called, they're big and they have the back part and they carry a lot of people, it was used in our line as well. I walked to a corner, just after the border of the bus and stopped. He came by my side and got behind me, and took me further to the collective corner, until we fit into a corner. Always behind me, and perceiving my nervousness and seeing me obey him he knew that I was totally given to him. With the bus moving your body snuggling in mine, its strong smell of sweat and the warmth of that environment almost made me faint, because I had my wrist at 180 pm, and my body crying for it. Standing in that corner, I felt again the weight of his MAO on my ass, and discreetly groped and pinched and smoothed something that he had already had the pleasure of sticking his fingers in. Until then I didn't even know his name, and he mine, just the hand that worked in my little body, making me horny enough to do anything crazy with that man. With his body glued to mine, and with his arm down his hand found my zipper, and he went down a little bit, and by the way, caressed my ass. He pushed his panties away, and he went over to smooth my skin with that rough, delicious hand. Just started saying in my ear, hot, delicious, I'll give you what you want, right here, you're beautiful and stuff. The hoarse voice and its breath of drink made me recede a little bit from my decision, but his volume already poking my nadegas was stronger than my desire to leave. I released my body on him, and he pressed his against me. No one even knew anything, and as I was filling up, I was sticking more to him. His hand (MAO!!!!) began to walk through my ass, pining and thirsting for him. I didn't even care about people anymore, I let him work, until I felt like putting my panties down and forcing my little ass to his will. My excitement and strength was so much that I came to enjoy it anyway, without him doing anything, and that's what calmed me down for a few minutes, until I felt something huge, hot, thick between my legs. It looked like a kid's arm, but it was his dick, a huge, thick thing. I've now trembled at the real base, how to face it. Impressive being doing that to that man and not even knowing his name and who he was, what if he was sick? Well, now wouldn't be the time to think about it, too late... I was already sweaty, and I felt him poke my ass with that huge thing, I shook, but I wanted to, I almost didn't do anal with my husband, he himself was very careful with my little ass, but the black guy, he wouldn't want to know anything, the tip of his dick, was getting into my ass. It was forcing, until it fit and I felt the head of that huge dick, open and stand inside it. It burned a little bit, and as the bus shook, it pressed a little harder and opened for good and went in slowly. I felt my ass open and he came inside me. A strange black man I didn't even know his name was eating what many men wanted their whole lives and couldn't do it, my ass. The black man was holding me tight now, and I couldn't complain his dick went in and out and more and more inside, it made me feel pain and pleasure, until I felt at once, the triumphal entrance and the breaking-in of my ass and his body hit mine, warning that all that was inside me. Pain, a lot of pain, a lot of burning. He kept it that way, squeezed me and kissed my neck discreetly, only a boy looked at us without understanding much and without realizing that I was carrying a huge dick on my ass right there in front of him. The pain went by, stopped burning a little bit and got used to it in there, and I had already made fun once more. I moved to feel him a little bit more and he discreetly pushed and started messing with the movements of the bus, washing my madness. I felt something dripping down my legs, and later I saw it was blood, and he really broke into me and ripped me apart. It moved, it moved, it made me come again, and it held me strong, very strong and sank everything at once, that I thought I pierced my intestines, and I felt him pour inside me his hot sperm, and in an incredible amount, I never felt it, it seemed to be peeing inside me. I came along with him, and almost fainted from so much excitement and hardness, mixed with pain, pleasure, everything. He stayed inside me until his dick softened up a little bit and he could get it out. I felt a terrible pain when I left, and I gather sperm and blood running down my legs and stopping in my panties, which I made a quick point of climbing up. We were still together as boyfriends and that intrigued certain people, and no matter how we got our strength back. Without realizing it I went through my point, and the collective was already starting to empty. He just looked at me and smiled, until at some point he pulled me down with him. I didn't say no, I still obeyed and trembled, wanting to guess what was next. We went down a street already a little dark and followed by an even darker and deserted one, my heart seemed to want to come out of my mouth, and the hour was beginning to worry, in less than two hours my husband would be home, I had to tell my partner that he just shrunk his shoulders as saying nothing to do with it. We entered a alley, like a slum, but almost without any noise or people's vestige, it was a dark place. He pushed a door and pulled me in, and now I'm worried and I thought until he was gonna kill me. It lit a weak light and I saw a small room and a single walk, next to a two-mouthed stove and an iron table. A four drawer cabinet, some dirt on the floor, and nothing else. Now it was me and him. He knelt down, lifted my skirt, took my panties off, and saw all his blood and sperm all over him, and snubbed my pussy, sucking so hard it made me cum in his mouth. Sucked a lot, took the rest of my clothes and our bodies in contrast, a white boy and a black man, laid me on the bed, spread my legs and on top went in without ceremony and sinking into my cave, soaked. I felt it really open and when the head passed the rest it was sliding slowly and in various movements of going and coming, it penetrated me to the bottom. I came in the driveway, in the middle and at the end of his sex, until he sprung inside me again, and groaned and roared with pleasure. I felt filled and fulfilled by being with all that inside me. Finally my wishes and fantasies had been fulfilled. He had sex once more, made me suck him and came in my mouth, making a triangle according to him. You gave me three, one in every possible hole in my body. I got dressed, quickly and begged to get out, because of the hour, and he made me promise to go back there again, I promised, because I wanted to get out of there fast. He took me outside, took a taxi and came with me to the house, I went down the back street and he went back to his house. I ran in, and luckily my husband hadn't arrived yet, ran into the bathroom with clothes and everything, opened the shower very hot and got tired of a bath of satisfying and purifying soul, trying not to regret anything I had done. After all, I did everything because of hard work and nothing else, I still loved my husband, I saw it as an adventure only. I did an anal shower, and vaginal, with very cold water, I could still feel it burn and hurt, if my husband wanted me, it would be complicated for me, besides still being open on both sides. I packed it up, and when he came in with all his dengos, looking like he really wanted to fuck me, I got a little embarrassed, but I waited for him to shower, my anus and my pussy still twitched with the black guy's memory. When my husband came up, I grabbed his dick, and I started playing and I sucked him till he cumped in my mouth, he loved it, and he almost asked for bis, not to be his tiredness, thank goodness. He praised me by saying that he had no idea that I could do this, and I had never done it. I said I heard these things in the hairdressing salon, and I felt like giving him that pleasure some time ago, and that today was the day, he was happy, kissed me and went to sleep. I stayed in the living room, spinning around my sore little grill, and dreaming about my black, delicious as well. Promise and divide, I ended up back in his shack yes, and I was the protagonist of his birthday and some friends, it was painful, good... then I tell you, now I'm tired... I don't think this sequence is as good as the first one depends on the votes I'm getting. Boys and girls, who voted for me, I still wish you a lot, but a great deal of pleasure, enjoy being alive and give and feel pleasure with someone, whoever they are. There was more, one sequence and the last one, which I almost regretted, but on the contrary, I loved, though painful. You'll check it out, then fine. And thank you, thank you very much. You practically put me on top, which is very good for my ego, and for a lot of people... Kisses.... Vania (now slave of a pleasure)