Small bourgeois against worker

My name is Fabiola, and I'm going to tell you a secret that I've been keeping to myself, and I've never had the courage to tell even my closest friends. It's been four years. I was 23 years old at the time. I'm 5'7", brown hair, light green eyes, sculpted body, pear-shaped nipples, a nice, round baguette (my main car) and well-tuned legs. And, according to everyone, very beautiful. A true bourgeoisie. I lived in Tijuca and almost every Saturday I went to the construction of my parents' apartment that was being built in Recreio. I paid some services there, saw the progress of the work, brought some papers, etc. Then I arranged with my boyfriend, who lived in Barra, to do a program like walking in the shopping, having lunch and then taking a stretch in a motel, because no one is iron. Whenever I went there, I noticed that the construction worker who was guarding the place, named Jonas, was always looking at me with his eyes, even more so that I was almost always "dressed to kill" to go out with my boyfriend, most of the time wearing tight pants or short dresses. His way of looking at me was not aggressive but embarrassing. I just greeted him and handed him some money. I never dealt with him, much less called him by name. He looked more like a nightclub security guard, because he was a strong, healthy black man with a shaved head. One day I arrived with a very short white shorts, I waited for a long time for the elevator that did not leave the top floor. I turned to him to complain and I suspected that he was, in disguise, masturbating under the doorman's table. Of course I did not look to check and went up the two flights of stairs. I even confess that I liked to be honored in that way, without harassment, and that I even had erotic fantasies with him a few times while masturbating. But it never occurred to me to go through what I am going to report. One of those Saturdays, since it was already summer, I had arranged with my boyfriend to go to a beach in Barra. Since we hadn't had sex for more than two weeks, I was dressed only in an almost transparent beach outfit on top of a red and white striped bikini with laces, which he loved to admire on the beach and untie in the motel. Since I was in Buzios the previous weekend, I was careful to prepare a very sexy brand of bikini to drive him crazy, in addition to shaving and oxygenating the fur of his butt and legs. Since I loved cooking for him, it also prevents me from sucking. Well, wanting to enjoy the beach, this time I arrived very early to the site. I entered through the gate and saw Jonas in a corner of the wall stirring some mass or paint for the site. He greeted me from a distance, without failing to notice that I was in costumes, let's say special. Since the place was deserted, I was a little apprehensive and tried to be fast, intending to deliver at the exit a money that my father had sent to him. To speed up, I thought of going up the stairs, but luckily the elevator was already on the ground floor and he did not have a chance to approach. I even thought of later putting a short that he had in his bag so that he could leave, at least a little more dressed. I went into the apartment, I took some papers that were under the door and closed it. Then I went to the kitchen to take a glass of water. Soon after, they knocked on the door. I almost choked with the water and my heart exploded. I went to the door, I looked through the magic eye and guess who it was? Yes. Jonas. I was shirtless and only with a surfer's bermuda halfway down from the waist. Determined, I decided to dispatch him right away and opened the door. He then asked <unk>Dona Fabila, did your father send the money to me? (He always said the wrong name) I said yes, I left the door open and went to the kitchen bench to get the money in the bag. At that moment, just thinking about the possibility that he came to look at me better or fell down, he always stood there waiting for the money, sweating my whole body down. And then I realized that on my way to the kitchen, I inadvertently offered him a privileged view of my butt, which looked provocatively below the beach exit. My boyfriend always says that when I walk around in my bag, he makes a very sensual up-and-down motion. And I was wearing a heels that, modesty aside, accentuated that movement. It started to roll an intense atmosphere. He must have undressed me and eaten all with his eyes, for when I returned he had already entered the room and was holding the handle from the inside. Then I could not help noticing a monumental erection under his bermuda, which let out a thick tip at the height of half the thigh, already exhibiting a wet spot on the bermuda. Obviously he was not wearing underwear. Confused and pretending to be outraged, I asked what that meant. I meant why he broke in. He understood something else. Looking at the volume in the bermuda and apologizing, he said it was by accident because he had never seen such a wonderful woman, even more dressed like that. I didn't know what to do. But then the arrogant woman and the fabulous female in heat took care of me. The truth was that I was madly curious to see that fuck and go away, but I was no longer measuring the consequences. Since he was not at all aggressive and had the face of a boy who made art, I tried to relax the situation a little and asked if, before he went down, I could just take a look at his business, since I had never seen one of that size either. Jonah then closed the door slowly, turning the key. Why that? Wasn't it just to show me and go away? The adrenaline of fear and thirst mixed together. He lowered his bermuda and from it jumped a huge shiny black cock. It was very thick, a little curved to the right and the tip looked like a brown helmet. That magnificent black piece put me in check mate and I no longer had control of the situation. In fact, I never had. I had heard that there were snakes that hypnotized their prey before they ate it, and I already felt like a hypnotized prey, and if I didn't do something about it, even if it was a joke, I would never forgive myself. I still had the money in my hand and, trembling with nervousness, I dropped it on the floor, on top of the Bermuda. Without creativity, he said again that he had never seen one so big. Then he said that he had also never seen an ass as hot as mine and asked if he could see it too. Each time that silly game became more dangerous. I ended up kicking off. I felt like a piranha. I knelt down and grabbed that beautiful, veined stick, unable to close it in my hand; I squeezed a little and a clear liquid came out of my head. But as it looked a bit dirty and sweaty, I, as I was fresh, had no desire to suck. So I agreed with him that I would give a butt-punch in that business, without taking off my clothes and then he would leave. He agreed immediately. By this time, my alternative escape plan was to let him scratch my butt until it was fun. Then, without ammunition, he would come out, I would quickly satisfy the bikini and that was it. He was a little shorter than me. I turned my back to him and brought the butt of that stick closer. Then I felt that snake go all the way into the middle of my thighs. He then lifted the beach exit. I couldn't complain about our agreement, because somehow I was still dressed. The problem was that now for the first time he saw my butt alive hidden by the tiny bikini. If that look already bothered my boyfriend, imagine that pedestrian. Very cleverly, he began to try to remove my heels with his foot. I quickly helped him. I stood in a lower position and felt this thick, hot thing slightly opening my butt. He, hallucinating and no longer caring about our relationship, pulled the two laces from the bottom of the bikini, tearing it off. He spit discreetly in his hand and kissed the stick. How could I complain about this wonderful thing that started sliding down my butt and my thighs and rubbing the rosary on my groin? Soon he untied the top part and, in the same motion, thrust his long fingers, full of calluses and paint marks, into it and began to squeeze my little breasts and caress my nipples as he lifted my ponytail, sucking, nibbling and slowly licking my neck. My plan now was to make him mock in the middle of my thighs. I started squeezing and moving it with my thighs, which was already making me almost climb over the walls, when he turned me abruptly in front and pulled me. With a firm footstep, I felt that hot, throbbing stick, already pointing firmly upwards, settle on my belly. The bastard, who was with his bikini panties in his mouth, seeing my nipples numb and also pointing upwards, put both his hands in my buttocks and pulled them upwards. He spit out the bikini and, panting, started sucking my little breasts with those huge kisses, putting them all inside his mouth and walking through my nipples with that soft, hot, wet tongue. I even remember the saliva dripping from that fleshy mouth. Like I said, I was kind of cool, and I didn't let him kiss me on the mouth, let alone put his fingers on my pussy, even though I thought I might faint with excitement, but at the time of the events, that grip alone wasn't going to put out that whole fire. I was the fire and he was the coal. Seeing no way out, my new plan now was unconditional surrender. The hormones took over. I had to give it to him. A little dazed, I let my hair down and went to the kitchen to look for some kind of lubricant, for not with all the spit in the world could I face that thing. He didn't understand where I was going, if I was trying to escape from the queue or what, but he stood there admiring the little burgess, now all naked, parading again before his eyes. I opened the fridge and there was a jar of margarine left over, and I went back to the room, and I noticed that he had this crazy look on his face, and I handed him the jar of margarine, and I asked him to come in, because I didn't want to get dirty, because I still naively thought that I could meet my boyfriend later and come up with an excuse not to stretch after the beach. So we went to a more secluded room that had a balcony overlooking a vacant lot, and we left the doors and windows open for ventilation, and we put two mattresses on the cement floor covered with newspaper. I stayed four and asked him to put only behind, lying that I was a virgin. Jonah, who was almost in a trance, rubbed his stick and looked at my ass, whispering "our! our!" seeming not to believe that he was going to bill the bourgeoisie. It was no longer a dream or a hand job. I'd love to give my ass to my boyfriend, who had a medium penis. I'd even tried some thicker consoles. But nothing compared to that fuck. It must have measured about 20 centimeters long and about 5.5 centimeters thick. Then I'll tell you how I discovered those measurements. I couldn't wait to at least feel that head inside of me, but I was so scared about all that stuff pushing my button, which was a little tight in fear, and even though I knew it was useless, I still asked him to just put his head on. That's when that dark brown, margarine-golden helmet decidedly landed on my lap. (Photo 1) The tip was coming in relatively easily until the steep climb up the rosary caused a painful tip and made me back off. He started again and backed up again. On the third attempt I tried to relax as much as possible but it didn't work. On the fourth finally the head passed with great difficulty through my ring and seemed to expand inside me. With a lot of pain and fear I ran away again. I asked him to wait a little while for the pain to pass, because my desire to give was too great. In the new attack, the head came in sliding everything but quickly sliding right into me. In a mixture of pain and pleasure, I began to release many little fists, which were more like small fireworks celebrating that magnificent moment. Jonah, very much afflicted with heat, was slowly putting everything in. He was going back a little and putting it deeper again, until that fuck filled me all the way. Then I felt his bag, very sweaty, resting on my butt. I had the feeling that all my internal organs had moved to let that monster in and all the blood in my body had gone to my ass so much that it throbbed. Besides, I didn't know if that little crooked stick was straightening inside me. He, who seemed to be lagging behind, feeling that the thing was getting more lubricated, began to come and go with more force and speed. Then I noticed that I had forgotten the condom and did not have one in my bag, because the one who always carried it was my boyfriend. So I limited myself, between groans, to asking him to have fun outside. He, who was holding my waist tightly, pushing and pulling it with those two big, rough hands, did not even respond. And he did not take the stick out of it at any time and put it deep. I only stopped a little bit to not have fun, leaving that monster full of claws pulsing on my ass. Only once that black maniac and hot, seeing that I was very pleasing, because I was already delirious and masturbating, took out the stick, stuck only the tip of his head in my ass and said that he would continue only if I asked. I, logically, immediately said: "Mete!" He, beating on my ass ordered: "Say my name and ask please!" Then for the first time I addressed him by name and, feeling a little hot, shouted with a sigh: "Please, Jonah, Mete! He told me to repeat again and I repeated. He was a jerk for a while, hitting me on the ass with that whip to abuse me and then he put it all in at once. The canal of my rectum had contracted a little with the little truce and the feeling of wearing again that fucking all to the balls, was indescribable. He started again with will. My soft ass would even make some waves with the impact. Now I begged him to go away. (Photo 2) I kept on masturbating and biting at the end of the mattress so that I wouldn't scream and endure that wonderful thing. Jonah, now about to ejaculate, began to groan loudly and suddenly, panting and almost howling, warned me that he was going to have fun. At that point, I thought, if he's having fun inside, damn it! But then he pulled that huge torpedo right out and held it firmly with his right hand. I, the little patrician who didn't want to get dirty, in the eagerness to see the blow coming out of that colossal stick, I turned my head back and saw the first jet flying on my back; the second, thick and slimy, caught me in my eye, went dark through my nose and hung on my lips; the third jet of that potter's hat got in my hair; and the fourth in the middle of my back and flooded my pelvis with oxygen and gushed up on my butt, so the rest of that bi-nickin' stick made no difference. With my right eye almost closed, I was already thinking about how I was going to get up and clean myself, when he, like a professional, lowered my head again on the mattress, opened my busted ass with his thumb and forefinger of his left hand. Then he squeezed the stick with the other hand, dripping the last drops of cock inside my cock. I think the margarine had evaporated in that hot iron and I thought that now the only lubricant available would be pure cock. But that black man was a real gourmet, because he knew how to eat a cock! No longer worried about having already unloaded the initial load, he dipped that brown head in the flooded broth that dripped from my cunt. I came to fear that he would eat it. Also, if he wanted to, because there was no resistance, I was completely surrendered to my male cocks. But he would punch it in the front of my cock with his little finger, and if he wanted to, he would take the opportunity to grab that stick again by my belly, and it would look like a stick with the other toys. Then he pulled me by my hair, turned it around, and, holding it like a reins, began to ride me. Now, with my head raised, I began to see a faint reflection of that black man on the glass of the balcony door, glowing with sweat, and with the other hand raised as high as a bullfighter's foot. Only the hat was missing. Soon that limb became stiff again and he began to push harder and faster. I was already able to open my right eye. I didn't try to take the dick out of my nose because the smell turned me on. But I, who had never let anyone, not even my boyfriend, make fun of my mouth, tried to spit out the dick that was still stuck to my lips. But it was sticky and ended up in my mouth when I shouted out one of the strongest sticks. I couldn't swallow it, so I ended up having to gradually dissolve that sticky thing on my tongue. I found it disgusting and wonderful. In that environment of ecstasy, in the midst of a pungent smell of hot sweat dripping bubbles on my ass, already beaten with a stick, and flowing down my spine; of the taste of toilet water in my mouth; of the sound of his muscular thighs pounding hard on my ass and of that sweaty black bag hitting my loaded bottle, which sounded more like the sound of a handshake, I began to mock like a madwoman and to have small faintings. He made me stand up for an hour, in the same position as the original chin, leaned his back against the wall, lowered mine a little and put everything back. Then he pulled me by my breasts and stuck me all over that strong, sweaty body. He started to put it in very slowly, stroking my nipples and chewing my ear. My smooth, wet butt could no longer hold the last centimeters of that cock. She opened it and he went into the base. Full of satisfaction, Jonah whispered in my ear: <unk>Ah! Dona Fabila, I can't believe it. I couldn't bear to beat my fist anymore thinking about the lady<unk>. At that moment I wanted to say "Call me whenever you need me, I'll drop everything I'm doing and come running here to relieve you". But I decided to say "Go Jonas, it's fun!" I felt like a prey that had fallen into a lion's mouth, and had not been completely devoured. As that stick was already comfortably walking inside me, it then began to give stronger blows that made me stand on my toes. The position for masturbating was magnificent. Sometimes when I was joking, my legs got weak and I was practically hanging by that fuck. He made me roll and I did it with great pleasure. In fact, I'd like to take this opportunity to tell that jailhouse that's been saying that ass is the way out, that giving ass breaks the folds, alters the pH, causes microfissures and it's scummy, that they're all gonna literally take it in, because they don't know what it's like to take a fuck of those in the ass. Well, after the standing arrest, I was thrown again on all fours and arrested on the mat, and Jonah was moaning and moaning and moaning and moaning and moaning and moaning and moaning and moaning and moaning and moaning and moaning and moaning. But he wasn't even there, and I don't remember how long he was literally fucking my ass with a lot of desire and no pity, and like I said, my ass was already so tired and wet that when his thighs hit it, it opened up and the base of his dick touched my ass, and I didn't want to think about where my head was going. Now, every once in a while, he'd take out his stick and wipe with the newspaper sheets that lined the floor, for sure that black torpedo must have been sucking things up out of my stomach, since I'd had a basic blowjob and not a horse-fucking wash. I was already more than fucked up, exhausted from rolling on that stick, with a cramp in my hand from masturbating so much and I felt my waist burning from the voluptuousness with which he pulled me. I tried to squeeze my butt to see if he would make fun of me right away, but my butt was all puffed up and stuffed and I couldn't move even a millimeter. Suddenly he started slapping hard on my buttocks and moaning very loudly. His legs started to shake very hard and he, screaming, ended up laughing inside my butt with a lot of energy. I wouldn't stop screaming. I didn't care anymore because I think my butt was really in need of some kind of ointment. But this time my cousin won and the fucking horse came out of the milk soft and melting. So I poured the second bowl of glue on the hot stove. When I got up, my legs still swollen, I noticed a bunch of dirty newspaper sheets crumpled up in little balls all over the room. Wow! I had shit a lot on that stick and didn't even notice. He didn't care, but I was very unfunny. So I asked him a secret about our adventure, to wash himself in the maid's bathroom and knock on the door when he left. All glued up and with a lot of shit still running down my legs, I went to take a shower. In the bathroom there was only cold water and a bar of soap. It took me a long time to undo that shit all over my body and especially my hair. I listened to him wash and touch some things, until I heard the door slam. When I came out of the bathroom, I found that he had put everything away, cleaned the mat, thrown the dirty newspaper out and put others in its place. But when I went to get dressed, I saw that he had taken the bottom of the bikini. I was nervous again. Did he want me not to leave the building? Did he want to see me leave with only that transparent beach exit? I didn't think much, I put on the shorts that were in the bag and the beach exit and ran down the stairs. I hurried out of the building and didn't see Jonas. I got in the car and drove home. On the way I called my boyfriend and told him that I woke up in a very bad mood and couldn't find him. He was very upset. I didn't have a choice either, because I was out of my bikini, smelling of soap, with my hair destroyed, and all the way back, I could feel the taste of fucking in my mouth and the product of the second fuck still dripping from my happy but burned and painful ass. Sunday night I tried to make it up to my boyfriend by sucking him off like I've never sucked him off and letting him eat a lot of my pussy, and when he wanted his ass, I said I didn't have time to wash it, I had to have at least a couple of weeks to recover. After that, I always went to the work accompanied by my boyfriend or my father, always discreetly casting a glance at Jonas. Not a single day passed without recalling the adventure. I was fantasizing that I would enter the work at night in my underwear and would wake him up; that he owned me in the elevator; that I would stay in the apartment sleeping on the mattress only baby doll leaving the door ajar; and even standing naked on the porter's table waiting for him to arrive. Three months later, as I was halfway with my boyfriend and he went to visit his parents in São Paulo for the weekend, the desire to repeat with Jonas began to take shape. On Saturday morning I went to the construction site alone and I didn't even enter the site. I called Jonas on the tapestry that surrounded it and asked him if I could come and pick him up in the evening so we could go for a walk, because I knew that he left in the late afternoon and Sunday was his day off. Immediately he opened a wide smile and accepted. Then he said that I would pick him up at the corner at 8 o'clock. Excitedly, I left and went straight to the mall to buy special underwear. I also bought a laundry detergent from the drugstore and returned home. I don't know how I could have normally faced the madness of going out with that almost strange and crazy guy. But eager to see that fuck again, I decided to take a chance. If the meeting was the next day, I knew I wouldn't be able to sleep from anxiety. I barely ate anything and spent most of the rest of the day washing in the bathroom. I freaked out on my makeup and put on a very short black tubing with nothing but my underpants, black designer sandals, watch, toys and everything I was entitled to. I arrived on time and there was Jonas. Handsome, well-dressed and bathed. He got into the car awkwardly, we exchanged a kiss on his face and I smelled a scent that reminded me of wild musk. I drove straight to a motel and along the way we started a heated conversation about how much he had worked that day and other trifles. He stared at my provocative jacket and my thighs sticking out of the dress. As usual, I had to relax the atmosphere, so I grabbed the volume that marked my pants and asked him to show it to me, and he pulled down his pants and his underwear a little bit and put it outside, and the sight of that motherfucker being released was breathtaking, and he looked a lot better than when I met him and when I left him in that building, but I couldn't look at it too long because I had to pay attention to the direction. Since the car was hydraulic, with my right hand I grabbed his stick while driving with my left. Jonas also entered the game only with his right hand. I would squeeze his stick and he would put his hand in the liquid that came out of the tip and squeeze it into the inside of the sleeve of his dress moistening and caressing my nipples. Then he would put his hand back on the stick and wet the inside of my thighs. When I thought he was going to touch my wet little pussy, he would back off and do it all over again. Crazy thing! Where did he learn that? I wanted to stop the car and be possessed inside it, on the sidewalk, on the track, or anywhere, but now it was close and I wanted a lot of luxury. So we got to the motel, and I asked for a suite, and when he walked in, he had this huge smile of satisfaction, showing those beautiful teeth. From then on, we didn't say a word to each other, he took off his shirt and his pants, showing off his healed abdomen and a silver chain necklace over his prominent chest, and, of course, that gun behind a beautiful blue samba panties, and the song, all melody. I put the room in half-light and a sensual ambient music. I, who was strategically made-up and perfumed, stood in front of him and dropped the tube through the handles, displaying only a rented pink baby panties and the sandals, of course. The guy was completely hallucinating, took off his underwear, grabbed me again with that hot stick against my belly and licked me with a kiss on the mouth, which I reciprocated with a lot of voluptuousness. Ah! How much happier you are when you have less freshness. I didn't have time to decide whether or not to try to suck that stick. I don't think my mouth would even be able to open the tip. He threw me on the bed, slowly took out the soaked panties of the boiling we made on the way, put it in his mouth and sucked it willingly. Then, like a beast, he jumped on me and began to suck every millimeter of my body, until he reached the nozzle, where he devoted a lot of time. Then I experienced the delirium of a thick-tongued nut alternately invading the nozzle and the ass. I gave chicks that not even a goat, but I begged him to stop, otherwise I would not endure the rest of the game, which I knew was going to be very long and hard, with puns. As I was warned, I asked him to put the condom on and I myself blessed that member with a lot of KY. He then placed me roast chicken on the edge of the bed, held my cinnamon with those strong hands and, sticking his head into my pocket as if looking for the resistance of a possible gourd, I think with that big tongue, he had already discovered that there was no gourd. Now it was more frightening to face that bitch head-on and always see her in the various mirrors scattered throughout the suite. With my cunt hungry for pica and more than lubricated, I thought of telling him that he could eat it. But there was no time. He stuck it all in at once without pity or mercy. Ah! How he suffered my parakeet. She who had witnessed harmlessly and jealously the slaughter of the cousin in that play, did not know that now her hour of truth had come. Curious, I lifted the trunk to watch that cock enter my bouquet, which was all scraped, exhibiting only a tiny triangle of oxygenated combs. He was putting his head and the cunt opened like a beautiful flower. My vaginal lips looked like petals. But soon the feet and even the ankle were all pushed inside. (Photo 3) It didn't take long for him to lie on top of me, and as he licked my neck and kissed me, he went deep into my mouth with a crazy waist motion. And now I didn't have my soft ass cushioning the stitches anymore. I was being eaten in that position for a while. I just watched Jonas' beautiful ass in the mirror on the ceiling open and contract to push that whole fucking thing inside me. It was like an orchestra. He was blowing, the music playing in the background and that "clap clap" of his bag hitting my ass with a will. I, who could now, groaned loudly and made him even more excited. I enjoyed it like crazy and trembled a lot, but I couldn't jump because of that black weight squeezing me in and slamming me against the wall. One hour I began to shout very loudly from all the fun. Then, for the first time, he showed some concern for me. He stopped meddling and, with his stick all inside, asked softly in my ear: "Do you want me to stop?" I was for a moment mute recovering my breath, I pulled his head and, biting his ear, I whispered in the weak voice, but in the most sensual way possible: Not Jonah. Fuck me. Oh, my goodness, that stabbing thing started again, and it took a lot longer to make fun of condoms, but it was very welcome, because I was in my fertile period, and I'm sure if it wasn't there, it would easily fill my uterus with shit, because I had the impression that that head was coming inside of it. Then he started turning me upside down in every possible way. One hour he turned his back on me and put two pillows under my belly. I was with my head on the mattress and my butt up in the air. Then he bent over the bed and slaughtered my ass. (Photo 5) At the end of two hours of wild sex in the bed, in the carpet, in the chair, in the shower and in the bath, he made fun of me three times and I couldn't count how many times I made fun of him, because there was a time when I just didn't stop making fun, and I had my quick and small faintings of pleasure. That was some fucked-up shit. Surprised and proud of the elasticity and depth and strength of my holes, I kissed and sucked Jonas as far as I could, only I wouldn't let him mock me in my face. We ordered a couple of hard-boiled sandwiches and slept for an hour, but believe me, I woke up with that black perfumer all over me again, rubbing his dick on my ass and licking my neck, and once again it didn't take long for him to be ready, and we started using the fourth and final condom and the rest of the KY tube, which was my salvation. It wasn't hunger anymore, it was gluttony, and then there was that endless craving again, and I was down to four, and he started putting it in the bottle, taking it out, and shoving it up his ass, as easily as he could, and finally he picked his favorite bundin'