The lecturer

I can't tell you how many times I have told my fellow readers that I am simply glazed in "fat girls"; and by fat, I mean all women whose sensuality, charm and insinuation are indisputable elements of the beauty of this woman who seduces with her gaze, attracts with her smile and conquers with the naturalness with which she deals with these qualities. I'm also tired of saying that I have always felt an enormous attraction to those women whom not all men usually pay attention to, i.e., the women who perform simple and mundane functions but whose sensuality and appeal exert a tremendous power over me.
What I'm about to tell you now may or may not be real, it may have happened or not. But in truth that doesn't matter much because what matters is the naturalness and casualness of how things went down...
Everyone knows the role of a milkman, whether he is responsible for measuring water or electricity consumption and until some years ago it was an occupation carried out by employees in mixed-economy enterprises.
One month, I received a bill for water and sewage consumption without any record of value with the information that it was impossible to correctly read the clock/meter; very concerned about what had happened because I always took care in fulfilling my obligations, I contacted the responsible company and the information I received was that I should pay attention to the next reading day (which is marked on the account / receipt itself) and receive the employee, enabling him to make an accurate reading.
And that's what I did; I checked the date on my account and programmed myself to wait for this official in charge of service. On the day in question, I was sitting quietly smoking a cigarette when the doorbell rang.
A mulatto with skin glowing in the sun, whose eyes twinkled irresistibly. Even wearing a ragged uniform I could see that those clothes held true treasure.
After being surprised by the presence of a beautiful woman, I pulled myself together and opened the door leading to the main gate. I greeted her in what was kindly repaid; she introduced herself, saying that her name is Neide (fictitious name, of course), and then told who had come: make the reading from the water meter consumption. Then I narrated to him what happened earlier as well as the guidance provided by the call center.
Neide approached where the meter was installed and after a practice check, reassured me by saying that the reading had not been made but she could solve the problem with the current readings. Having done so, she issued an invoice with updated values warning me that in order to prevent this from happening again I should facilitate access to the equipment.
With a sharp tone of coarseness in my voice, I replied that I would comply with this advice as long as she - Neide - promised to see me again. The mulatto let out a brilliant laugh and felt I had relaxed her enough to create an atmosphere between us.
We chatted for a while and I asked if she would like to have some water or even coffee. Slightly embarrassed, Neide looked at me sideways and came over whispering that she'd love a cup of coffee but couldn't because her supervisor might catch her in the act and fire her.
"The hot one, she's in the chat", I thought, imagining that the chances of tracing the mulatto had reached the stratosphere of my fertile imagination. Immediately, I replied that the invitation was held up, asking at what time our meeting might take place; Neide gave a naughty smile and said before sixteen but never after eighteen. I nodded to indicate that I understood the information.
We said our goodbyes, and I decided to stay home... wait for the return of that beautiful mulatto with her insinuating smile.
Unfortunately, the day passed and Neide didn't return... I was a little upset but thought that several things could have happened to keep her from returning. The irony of fate satisfied me and I went on believing that the universe always conspires in our favor.
I woke up the next day with a sidelong hard-on, mad for some worthwhile climb... made my morning meal and went off to do my usual jogging.
However, even tired and almost without strength I realized that the desire persisted in a recurring way. That's when I remembered Rose; this girl was the owner of a small stall selling pirated CDs and DVDs which stood near where I parked my car to go to work ..., we had flirted with each other some times and there was an occasion when she and I nearly entered into a fight-or-flight atmosphere but it did not take revenge for various factors beyond our control.
There was an interesting development with regard to Rose: one day I found her weeping profusely leaning on a post; I questioned her in order to know what had happened and she told me that the <unk>rapa<unk> had passed by and taken all of her merchandise; I tried to console her, and after lunch I found a way to help her.
I went back and gave her R$ 150,00 and said that she should try to recover the damage. I didn't let Rose say anything, just handed him the money and left. The next day there was her, happy and radiant. As soon as she saw me she ran up to me and hugged me with tears in her eyes thanking me for my help ..., and it was in this atmosphere that we felt a mutual attraction which unfortunately only grew awkward.
I left my car at the usual place and with a focused mind, made sure to pass near Rose's stool. And there she was; a beautiful woman of thirty years old, vicious and exuberant: big breasts, offered butt and an angel face with air of little sex demon. Rose had long smooth hair and her slightly oval face gave it an air of sappy girl.
I greeted her effusively, and after a little soft talk offered to take her for a ride in the late afternoon since I knew she lived near me; Rose gave quite an impudent smile and then nodded signalling that she gladly accepted my offer.
Stiff-necked and mentally unfocused, I tried my best to remain productive during the expedition with a whirlwind of obscene thoughts involving Neide (the delicious milkmaid) and Rose.
When I had finished my paperwork, I left work almost running through the streets after a good climb. As I approached the tent I saw Rose waiting neatly for me; she was wearing a tight-fitting bermuda that further accentuated her rolling rear end and a regatta type shirt which also highlighted her exuberant bust.
Anyway, Rose was delightfully sensual and provocative - or at least that's what I thought; after all it was the head from below which commanded my will, and the mind fixed on Neide and her body!
We smiled at each other and I invited her to my car. As soon as we got in, I tried to fall head over heels into that juicy delight; wet kisses were exchanged along with bold strokes of affection, making the interior vehicle full of hotness. Without wasting any time, I asked Rose for a more intimate, quiet place, which she said yes to, just letting me know it wouldn't be long.
"All right, I too that just a quickie", I pondered with myself, imagining better an escalator run than a poorly made hand job.
As soon as we entered the suite, I fell on top of the cat; I ripped off her racing T-shirt and was ecstatic to see her bust protected by a wide-brimmed bra for accommodating those wonders. Before I could rehearse anything Rose took off her brassiere and revealed her opulent and provocative breasts with broad haloes crowned by beaked and stuffy nipples.
The bermuda hid a beautiful dental floss lingerie that showed more than it concealed. I undressed at breakneck speed and set off for the good fight; the pleasure combat. Threw Rose over my bed and fell face down on my partner's few hairs, sucking her cricket and licking all the length of her big lips causing uncontrollable spasms in Rose's body as she writhed like a cat in heat. Worked out that cricket until my partner enjoyed itself time after time moaning and howling with so much joy.
I climbed up to the nipples and delighted myself with them, sucking on each one alternately while feeling my partner rubbing her belly against my hard roll; I knew what she wanted but was so excited at the thought of fixing it on another woman that I preferred provoking her by driving her desire for a fuck into insanity.
I continued to amuse myself with Rose's marvelous breasts until I could no longer; holding each of them in one hand and licking and sucking every nipple at once, while squeezing those bulky beauties making Rose groan and sibilate. In a state of maximum excitement she boldly opened her legs asking me to fuck her immediately.
I looked at her and gave a very cowardly smile, for it was not my intention to penetrate her in that moment. Disobedient, I got up bringing my partner with me; I made her get down on her knees looking at the object of her desire, and when she attempted to do so, I grabbed her by the hair preventing her action.
Rose looked at me and made it clear that this domineering gesture had excited her even more; I held my stick by the base and began to rub it on her face, rehearsing the possibility of sticking it in her mouth without however realizing the action. Rose was becoming insane, complaining and begging me to let her suck my roll but still I remained irreducible. Only when she felt her despair border insanity did I finally allow her to swallow the roll, sucking with an almost furious voracity.
Rose sucked the roll with a unique mastery, thrusting it in so far that I was able to feel my glans brushing against her gullet and pulling it out almost completely.
With sudden and unexpected movements, I caused Rose to drop the scroll and put her on all fours over the bed, holding it by the hips with almost painful firmness; I pulled my buttocks in opposite directions so as to allow the roll to meet its destiny: my partner's watery little cheek.
I began stocking my partner's bladder with long, swift movements... shoving the entire length in and out until only her glans remained inside.
After a while, our movements became synchronized and we entered into an intercourse full of groans, sighs, paused breaths and horny curses. Rose enjoyed like crazy and with each orgasm she asked for more ..., I in turn felt renewed energy inside me wishing that this moment would be immortalized not only in my body but mainly in my being.
Without warning, I'd pound her buttocks calling her my favorite little whore and other provocative expressions that only served to turn her on even more. Enjoyed every orgasm of my partner as if it were unique and special, saying how hot she was (and really was!) and how much I loved fucking her in that one-of-a-kind way. Rose would retaliate by telling me I was a big man and regretting the long wait for us to be standing there in that motel room crawling around like two insane animals thirsty for carnal pleasure.
After a long time - which I myself could not believe had elapsed with so much physical resistance on my part - I announced to her that I was about to unleash my rage of passion in the form of an immense orgasm. Rose invited me to mock, asking only for me not to enjoy within herself but rather over her cousin who was also naked for my satisfaction.
I didn't even have time to agree, because as soon as I felt a stronger spasm running down my spine, I pulled the roller out and massaged it with uncontrollable movements, ejaculating on top of my partner's vagina. As jets projected into the air, spreading over all regions of her buttocks and vaginal discharge, I was amazed at the volume, intensity and prominence of so much sperm being drained from inside me.
As soon as I had finished, I pushed my partner aside and slumped on the bed sweaty, exhausted and breathing heavily. Rose turned to me and passed her leg over my body allowing me also to feel her sweat mix with mine (I don't know better feeling!). And even knowing that desire was for a nap to replenish our strength, this one was left out since life outside of the room claimed its share of our existence with children, wife and other daily tribulations.
Rose ran to the bathroom, longing for a refreshing shower; she stopped at the door and asked if I would like to bathe myself.
Within minutes we were on the street. I stopped at a bus stop (though my desire was to give her a ride home), and insisted that she accept some change for a taxi which, I knew, she would never take. We parted with a long kiss and the promise of another day and another adventure.
I went home, not fully satisfied but a little calmer than before.
To collaborate with my "physiological need", fate rewarded me with a fantastic morning, with the 'boss' sucking on my dick to wake me up; I delighted in that well-made kiss and did not hesitate to ask her to undress and turn around so that I too could taste her already flooded booty. We made an amazing sixty nine with her making fun of my mouth more than once!
As for me, I held my joy to the utmost by demanding the greatest dedication from my wife who sucked and lickled the roll while at the same time playing with my balls and caressing the inner part of my thighs. An intense spasm ran through my whole body signaling that there was nothing more to do ... but I wanted something else.
I pulled my partner by the hair and ordered her to lie on all fours in bed while I position myself for anal penetration. The "boss" resisted, grumbling that she didn't want to be molested; I knew it was always like this: She resists, and I insist.
I shoved the jelly roll into my wife's hot ass, sinking to her heel while she moaned and squealed softly without flinching at my sexual assault. I stocked that ass vigorously but with no demonstration of fury because it was not our first time fucking like this after all. I kept on stacking and feeling chills running through my whole body announcing that the end was near ... and in a few minutes filled up her bowels with my warm bulky fuck.
I left my stick deposited inside her until it withered completely, slipping out and freeing my wife from my satisfied hard-on. We ran to the bathroom and had a nice shower. Then we got dressed and went off to our jobs.
The days passed, and I still had the image of milkmaid Neide in my mind and a smoldering fire of lust for her; imagined situations where I stripped her naked, revealing her exuberant body full of desire; interrupted my lunch to dream about her lying on a bed, nude and full of will, calling out to me and asking me to fuck her pretty hot.
One morning I remembered an interesting detail; once they informed me that the day of my next reading was in a specific field on the consumer account, so I ran to the coffee table where I used to leave bills and payment receipts for later filing and rummaged through them until I found last month's infamous bill.
And what was my surprise when I looked in the indicated field and found that the next reading had been scheduled for the following day! <unk>Now, it's either you or me!<unk> So I pondered with myself about possibly meeting Neide again to try a new opportunity with her.
The next day, I told my wife that I wasn't going to work because it was a holiday and she said goodbye to me saying that I should take advantage of the day for rest (and resting was not first in my ideas). And as soon as I saw myself alone, I set up an actual bell to meet again with Tesuda milkman. I sat on the sofa which stood near the living room window and strategically spied out the main gate keeping watch over the arrival of my delight.
I was sure that everything would happen in the morning, since usually it is at this time when milkmen circulate around the neighborhood performing their mister. And I wasn't wrong ..., but the surprise left me stunned: a guy appeared reading my water meter! "I fucked myself" , It was the only thought that invaded my mind and an adrenaline rush ran through my bloodstream, pushing me out of door looking for answers to questions that made me hallucinate.
I approached the guy who was doing his job, trying to control my anxiety, and asked him some silly questions before getting into what really interested me; then I inquired about milkmaid Neide and whether he knew where she had been. The subject, a cheerful and relaxed young man, replied that Neide was working on this day but because of service distribution issues, she'd taken over two streets at the top of the neighborhood.
I made an interjectional facial expression (although I didn't even know what that meant) and said goodbye to him, saying make yourself at home in your daily work. I ran inside and after locking the house, went down into the garage and got my car and drove out looking for my teased milkmaid. And it did not take me long to find her.
She stood in a street across from my residence and was conversing animatedly with one of the local residents. I walked past them turning slowly, leaving the windows open so that Neide would notice my presence; and of course she not only noticed me as she smiled and waved at me. I drove on a little further and parked, checking out my juicy friend through her rear-view mirror. She continued chatting to this resident but after a few minutes said goodbye to her by walking away and mostly coming towards me. My heart suddenly raced, and I felt a new rush of adrenaline pouring into my bloodstream.
Neide walked slowly, relaxed and delighting in the bright sunny day, but I knew that she was turned on by my presence and without giving any flag kept rushing towards me. When he got close to my car, Neide stopped and stooped down with her elbow against the door. She smiled and greeted me, asking why I was there ...
Neide laughed loudly and cheerfully; after a few minutes she looked at me with an air of seriousness, and asked what sort of chance I had in mind. Once again my instinct prevailed over my reason, and I replied that it was the kind to climb up quite pleasantly on her part: the silence which followed my sentence made me think that all would go down into utter failure, and that I should have to live with the bitter taste of never having climbed that delightful insinuating milkmaid's ladder.
Neide looked at me with bright eyes and an air of seriousness on his face, making even more evident the fact that I had screwed myself in my intentions. Yet a faint smile was rising from her lips until it became a full expression of pure naivety!
"And when do you want that chance?" she asked in a malicious tone.
With not enough air in my lungs for a proper response, I merely nodded; Neide smiled again and asked me to open the car door.
-So let's go <unk> she said, as I got into my car <unk> I think this time you are worth a chance ..., but we will soon because my day is early but not over ...
I looked at her and smiled, showing my enormous happiness that she had accepted me. I turned the car on and drove back home. Even with a mind full of worries and fears, I thought this was no time to be afraid...I just needed to let things take their natural course.
I parked the car in the garage and with my heart leaping, approached Neide who immediately searched for me on her lips; we kissed passionately full of lust and desire to possess and be possessed.
Suddenly, Neide interrupted my approach and said that this was not the best place to have any real fun. Immediately she got out of her car and walked toward a staircase leading into the kitchen and then onto the living room. She stretched herself on the couch and waited for me to come where I stood.
I walked up to her, confident and sure that everything was going its way. But Neide had ideas - let's say "creative" ones - for spicing our fun. Her naughty look full of malice contained every possible secondary intention.
-No! Not like that! <unk> she said in a loud voice, denoting that she knew to be in control of the situation <unk> before coming, take off your clothes I want to see you ..., this..., get naked for me ...
I interrupted my walk and, following the order given, undressed exhibiting to her my impetuous and pulsating erection. Neide looked at my dick and then she looked at me with a grin between her lips showing that she liked what she had seen. I stood where I was waiting for some more orders from her before taking initiative.
A few minutes passed before Neide resumed our amusement; she stood up and slowly began to undress from her graceless uniform. At first, she took off the shirt revealing her huge juicy breasts that were packed inside a beautiful half-cup bra. She threw it on the floor near me. Soon afterwards, Neide got rid of the wide khaki sarja trousers without removing his boots or socks, showing off the whole work which was its well-groomed body.
Neide turned her back to me and ordered that I take off his bra; I approached it, carefully unfastened the piece and let him slide across its body towards the floor. Instinctively, she glued herself onto mine by rubbing my stick with a huge butt whose firmness was spectacular.
We stood there, rubbing each other in the heat. There was a moment when Neide put her hands behind her back and held my hard roll, massaging it up and down as she pushed her bundle against him with subtle pressure. I took advantage of that situation to boil my stuffy nipples while my mouth gently bites at his neck. Our bodies were shivering from absolute excitement, but we still restrained ourselves in order to enjoy the moment.
Neide was an experienced and very sensual lover; she knew how to exploit her potentialities, making any man crazy with a hard-on. And that's what she was doing with me at the time: it was a game of seduction in which I was prey rather than predator. In my living room this woman rubbed her back against mine, provoking without however reaching the apex of fun and always leaving one more thing to do.
In this atmosphere of boundless excitement, Neide turned to face me; her twinkling eyes were like stars that burned in flames of passion and desire to fuck. And she had more than secondary intentions in her gaze ... so the following dialogue began.
"You're on bullet point, huh?" she said as I held my roller with both hands massaging and playing with the balls.
"You're driving me crazy with your hard-on!" I replied in a shaky, hesitant voice.
If you really want me, do as I say. Otherwise I'll get dressed and go away!
With gasping breath, I merely nodded my head in acquiescence to his demand. Neide then stepped back a little but without letting go of the scroll and ordered me to take off her panties, which I did with some difficulty since she wouldn't let go of my dick. And when it was over, I caught sight of that hairless handful whose big lips were glittering from moisture leaking inside.
"Now, you little puppy", Neide ordered in a firm and authoritative tone.
I knelt down in front of her, but before she could rehearse an assault Neide pushed me and lay languidly on the couch with brazen open legs. My face sank between my partner's rolled-up thighs as I eagerly sucked and licked that beautiful little cheek it was a delight beyond description its taste and aroma excited me and stimulated my dexterity to provide pleasure for my companion who in turn groaned and writhed like a cat in heat
Neide mocked: one, two, three, four times! And after a while I had lost count of how many orgasms she felt; only her expressions mixed with fury and rudeness were perceived by me.
- That, whore ..., sucks his female, suck and makes her enjoy tasty ...
Do more, do ... not to no ..., that lick the little hole, my pet puppy..., I want more!
And so, Neide laughed as time went by without us noticing; her cheek was flooded and more like a small stream flowing endlessly. I sucked and licked while feeling my dick pulsate with such excitement. I wanted to fuck that hot one ..., I want to fucking it until you can't anymore!
Suddenly, Neide pushed me away and got up from the couch; I tried to get back on my feet but she blocked it by shoving one foot in front of me and stepping on my chest with it.
The next moment, Neide positioned herself on top of me and crouched slowly until her muzzle was once again over my mouth; then she began to rub her sex into my mouth while I tried by all means to gobble it up and suck it.
Then she changed her position, facing my dick and rolling her vagina as before; took the roller in her hands and began to masturbate me with movements sometimes long, sometimes short, intending to avoid an untimely mockery on my part. There was a moment when Neide sunk his snout into my mouth almost suffocating, which I circumvented by sucking vaginally and making my partner borderline insanity of pleasure.
And it was Neide who ended the joke, standing up and ordering me to get up as well. She pushed me onto the couch and climbed on top of me holding a roll with one hand and lowering her vagina towards him which was literally swallowed by the entrails of the milkmaid. The back-and-forth movements were frantic, almost uncontrollable, and Neide would go up and down burying my dick in his little mouth until he disappeared inside her.
Offered and shameless, she also took the breasts with her hands and alternately shoved their nipples into my mouth demanding that I suck them without loss of time. I devoted myself to this simply delicious task striving to satisfy my partner. And Neide mocked others as many times as before, groaning and shouting insults which only served to excite me even more.
We kissed furiously, feeling our tongues moving through the inside of each other's mouths exploring saliva and erection. Without warning I let out a groan denouncing that orgasm was very close. Neide stopped all movement and holding my face with one hand said threateningly:
I want more, and now!
And it was at that moment when the whole thing went haywire and Neide lost her supremacy; in a rude gesture I grabbed her by the arms and made her get off me, threw her on my stomach onto the couch and took hold of those rolled-up buttocks.
I opened my buttocks, revealing her ass; spat two or three times on it and went for the attack which was swift and merciless; my glans overcame the initial resistance by tearing open the seal and invading my partner's bowels who in turn shouted and tried with all means to get rid of the cunt.
-No, you son of a bitch! My ass no! <unk> she was growling and rolling her butt around trying to get away from me but then feeling overcome by my strength.
I put Neide's milongas aside and concentrated on penetrating her vigorously, burying my dick in her ass with a few quick short moves. Letting my cock be buried inside of it for a few moments, feeling its gasping breath and its pride overcome by the forcefulness of my roll. And when I moved to the motions of entering and exiting that saddle, I did so with such fury that the initial result was an actual amplification of pain, causing Neide to whine, shout insults of all kinds and curse me forever.
It took some time for my partner to go from the painful initial stage of courtship to one in which pleasure suppressed everything ..., and that was deliciously sublime!
Neide changed her behaviour from water to wine, whimpering excitedly as she corresponded with my movements in a reciprocal and synchronised way..., we became one being enjoying a unique and special pleasure.
We've been fucking like two sex-deprived perverts for a long time, and I loved it when Neide announced that she was making fun of my ass by calling me an arsehole.
After a while, my body signaled the end of "regulatory time", without any possibility for prolongation or even penalty kicks; increasingly intense spasms took over my body, imposing resistance that I no longer possessed; my orgasm was so close that I could feel it rising up through me and looking for an outlet to explode into delirium.
However, I decided that it was not inside her that I wanted to mock; so I came out of Neide with the same brutality as when I had entered and made her kneel before me.
- Mock me, you shameless freak! <unk> she seemed to order more than ask, something that I loved hearing <unk> mocks at his female ..., spreads her hot fucking on me ... , i want, will...
With an unusual tone of voice that was both threatening and intimidating, I ordered her to finish what she had started; Neide took the reel in his other hand and began slowly masturbating me while looking at me with eyes sparkling with desire.
And the joy came ... intense, hot, viscous and so voluminous that jets projected upwards. Neide heated her breasts and caused a good part of "material" to be deposited on them, also left over for her face and hair. I felt such an intense wave pass through my body that for an instant I thought it would fall down but fortunately this did not happen.
After a few minutes, she and I were sitting on the couch almost hugging each other sweating and moaning breathing slowly as we savored that last bit of pleasure waves coursing through our bodies gave us in one final daydream.
Without warning, Neide got up and ran to the bathroom between the living room and kitchen. After cleaning herself as best she could in that situation, she put on her milkmaid's uniform and approached me, rehearsing a farewell. Before she could react I pulled her toward me, making her fall over my naked body.
We kissed a few more times with warm, wet kisses of saliva and heat; I passed my hands over her body, already protected by the untidy uniform, and confided to her that she wanted more. Neide looked at me, gave a beautiful smile and stood up immediately afterwards. She recovered herself again and after picking up her things, she stared at me almost as if saying goodbye.
Another day, another clock reading... another hard shit!
I laughed at my partner's phrase and stood up saying that I would take her to the door; Neide looked down on me and gave a curious chuckle.
I think you better either get dressed or let me go out alone...
I looked at myself and also wanted to laugh ... put on my bermuda, went with her to the gate.
Another day, another reading.