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Without any plausible explanation, for some time now I have been suffering from a terrible attack of insomnia; it began out of nowhere and gradually took over my mind. As usual, I went to bed at about twenty-three o'clock in the morning and slept only an hour, waking up unexplainably and then turning around on the bed side by side; after three or four nights, I ended up awakening my wife and all she had to do was touch me so that a powerful erection arose before her astonished gaze.
Anna, who had always been a damned little bitch, would soon try to catch the bang by punching very slowly as she glued her mouth to mine ending in a long warm and wet kiss; following my male instinct I'd stick my hand inside her sweater and squeeze her big juicy boobs, nibbling on those hard nipples returning the provocation with the same coin. As the punch became more treacherous, I retaliated with pinches on breast beaks listening to her groan of excitement.
The next moment we were naked and huddled in a delicious sixty-nine with Anne sucking on the roll and me licking her hot, moist little mouthpiece; prolonging our orality by having her suck my balls while I fingered her cave up to three fingers; as she was always quite tightly managed to tear out groans and shrieks at every new prank that swept over her body.
We'd go into the traditional "Mommy and Daddy" with me on top of her punching hard, burying and rolling out delirious pelvic movements to the sound of Anna's gasping screams at every new joke that exploded in her body; even as their bodies were sweaty and somewhat breathless she would make a point of riding me by pushing me so she could take charge. The first sitting Ana used to do quite slowly, feeling her vagina swallow my dick with perfect fit until her buttocks rubbed against my balls squeezing me still with frenetic rebound before going up and down.
It was quite a ride! Anna knew very well how to swallow and spit the roll leaning over me and making her pelvis move her delicious butt up and then down always in an insane rhythm that ended by making her experience one more sequence of extravagant fun; it was as if its mouthpiece could suck all the vitality from my cock until finally I saw myself surrendered to harassment reaching the peak and exploding into an irrepressible orgasm. Each ejaculate took us to the seventh heaven after which we would return and start again.
At the end of this tasty encounter, my wife would lie down like a cunning cat and fall into a deep sleep from which she did not emerge until the next morning ... while I remained awake so as not to disturb my sex goddess' well-deserved rest. And the interesting thing is that even though I slept very little, my personal and professional performance didn't change over the course of the next day because I stayed engaged and focused.
In the following nights our early-morning interlude also became habitual and Ana did not complain about actively participating, assuming that it could somehow contribute to my insomnia disappearing; after a while she no longer wore panties and when I woke her up by rubbing the hard roll on her buttocks she put herself belly-up holding the hard roller as she received one finger prick in her little pocket before gaining another thumb.
And within a few minutes I was on top of her burying my dick in her warm, well-lubricated cave followed by a series of pelvic attacks that would soon have the desired effect as she writhed beneath me enjoying the ride.
After so much effort I found myself forced into a surrender to physiology, feeling my muscles contract violently as spasms erupted in an effusive climax that filled my partner with warm and thick semen. Exhausted and also exhausted we had no strength even for a bath collapsing on the bed; and soon I would hear Ana snoring softly taken by deep sleep which left me alone with my recalcitrant insomnia.
So the days went on, turning into weeks and then months; Anna had become so unruly that she insisted we sleep naked to facilitate what would happen in a short time; sometimes she asked me to turn on the air-conditioning while maintaining a pleasant temperature which made her skin cool; her intention was to feel chills at the moment when I glued my body to hers with the hot hard roll causing the effect desired by her.
However, this delightful routine over time eventually lost its charm with Ana feeling much of the original enthusiasm cooling off, showing herself tired and a little disappointed to know that my illness persisted irredeemably. I was also having an impatience overflow; she then suggested that I seek out an expert who could help in finding a solution for this problem which had become a huge disturbance.
One day I decided to open up with someone and told a friend at work all that was going on; my friend Andrew listened attentively, then leaned back in his chair leaning his head over her crossed hands behind him, facing me with the look of one who seemed to have answers for everything.
-Your problem, my dear Fabricio is that you need a massage! <unk> he said in solemn and emphatic tone making wise guy face.
"Oh, I know! Will a massage solve my insomnia?" - he retorted in an irritated tone. <unk> Is that serious?
-Your Majesty, my dear <unk> returned him with the same assertive tone <unk> But it's not just any massage ..., is a massage of Bernadette!
And why are you so sure of what you're saying?
"Here!" he replied, handing me a business card. Make an appointment with her... and this is what we'll do: if she doesn't solve your problem, I will reimburse you for the cost of Bernadette's consultation!
I went home at the end of that day thinking about what André had said and still couldn't believe that a simple massage could solve a problem which dragged on for so long! I didn't even have the courage to discuss it with Ana, and stopped worrying about this situation until I was brave enough to contact Bernadete... I have a schedule for today at twenty-one o'clock, how about it?" she replied as soon as she heard my voice.
Bernadette took me by surprise not only for the spontaneity of her words but also for the firmness in her hoarse and sensual tone of voice, which induced me to agree with the proposal; she expressed joy at my decision and said good-bye stating that she would be waiting for me at the agreed time. I preferred not to tell anything to Ana since she too wouldn't believe this outrageous story proposed by André and invented an extension of the file suggesting that it didn't wait for me for dinner.
Bernadette resided in a luxurious horizontal condominium that required photo ID and official documentation at the entrance. Her house stood at the end of a wide, well-lit alleyway flanked by picket fences and a visitor parking bag; I got out of my car and walked with uncertain footsteps fearing I was walking into a stolen one.
At the first ringing of a bell, the door opened and Bernadette came in; I was amazed at her beauty: she was an exuberant black woman with soft countenance, targeted smile and captivating look. She actually looked like Isabelle Miller mixed up with Moriah Mills (two very well-known porn actresses celebrated amongst us), and her vision was something so overwhelming that for several minutes I remained silent unable to say or do anything.
-Hello, darling! You must be Fabrício, right? <unk> she asked in a cheerful and relaxed tone. <unk> Don't worry ..., I know that I usually get this reaction from my clients..., but I didn't just stand there, let's go inside!
A few minutes later I was seated in a comfortable dark-red leather armchair, sipping on Bernadette's pure Scotch malts; we chatted about amenities for several minutes until she approached me and addressed the subject that had brought me to her. She explained that she engaged in playful activity aimed at one's unconscious seeking answers to the problem presented and that André had told her of my insomnia.
At first I was surprised by André's attitude, but that captivating look and heartwarming smile prevented me from making any comment.
"Now, what I want you to do is very simple", she continued with enigmatic smiles pointing towards the corridor that opened up on the left from where we were.
- And what should I do when I get there? <unk> interrupted, amending the question and controlling my anxiety.
You'll take off your clothes, lie down on the bed and cover yourself with a towel. Wait for me...
I can't explain the reasons, but it is a fact that in the next instant I was naked, covered by an upholstered towel, lying on the acacia bed typically designed for therapeutic use; the room was minimalist without many details, just a set of sound and lighting which alternated the interior environment with different types of lights and sounds; at one point Bernadette entered, approaching me and staring.
-Close your eyes, please <unk> she asked in a soft tone, stroking my head <unk> Try to clear your mind of every unnecessary thought and pay attention to the sound of my voice ..., and only it should penetrate into your mind, okay.
A little uneasy, I finally acquiesced to his request ..., it was then that everything happened in an unusual way and hard to believe, with Bernadette penetrating my mind through her voice which uttered rather firm sentences, on which I remained incapable of react.
- Her insomnia is the result of her anxiety <unk> she said still softly <unk> A very old anxiety that was hidden in his unconscious sublimated by his always rational and behaved subconscious ..., and this anxiety has to do with a woman..., a woman named Paula ...
Upon hearing that name, I felt my body shake and my breath weigh discreetly ..., it's been a long time since I heard that name ..., Paula had been my teenage lust but never materialized for several reasons, among them the huge age difference between us and the existing social abyss, as she was my teacher married to the Headmaster of the school I attended.
- Calm down, relax <unk> thought Bernadette placing her hand on my chest <unk> For the insomnia to disappear it is necessary that this anxiety has an end ..., now listen carefully ...
I could feel Bernadette's warm breath as she drew her mouth close to my ear and a shiver swept over me from head to toe; I felt completely dominated by that woman and certain that I would do whatever she asked or even ordered. "Now, here we are..., you and I ..., Paula ...feel my presence"... She whispered in an insinuating tone while her hands massaged my chest and belly, slowly descending down into what was under the towel.
When I felt the touch of her hand on my stiff stick it was as if I had gone back in time, not only imagining but sensing my teacher's presence.
"Paula, are you yourself?" I asked almost stuttering.
"Of course I am! You always wanted me, didn't you?" replied the voice whispering in my ear and making me even more excited.
That's when I felt her lips running down my chest towards my already uncovered belly leaving the roller loose and erect; those first hot, long licks made me even more excited with a desire to take control of the situation and fuck that woman who was always coveted by me until she could not stand it any longer; however, I couldn't do this since my will was subject to something beyond my control.
I groaned a lot when finally my cock was sucked by that hot, juicy mouth and gave it such an extraordinary blowjob that I had to restrain myself from making fun of it before the time; at the same time as receiving the blow job, I also felt his warm soft hand now massaging my balls, then giving me pinches which caused delirious sensations.
"Do you like my breasts? Do you want to taste them?" she asked as she put the blow job aside and rubbed her nipples against my face.
I didn't pretend to be a beggar and held them in my hands, licking their hard nipples with the sound of my partner whimpering or punching me vigorously. We stayed like that for some time until she climbed up on top of me, rubbing her bottle against my cock; I would hold it by its breasts and let her make stirrups while spraying her hot, very wet bottle onto my stiff dick.
Without making use of her hands, she giggled until the glans was swallowed by the vulva and went on allowing herself to be invaded by my intrusive hardness. Then began a frantic up-and-down crowned with delirious giggles that made me shudder from such excitement; at one point I felt his hands resting against my chest again rubbing their breasts into my face.
"Don't you want to suck your little teacher's nipples anymore? I think so!" she whispered jokingly.
I gripped those delights tightly and jerked my nipples alternating with small bites whose impact was heralded by screams and moans. The fucking went on its course as the female tugged at his rear end and made him go up and down in command of his waist and hips, stopping at certain moments to "bite" my dick contracted vaginally, something so mind-boggling that it imposed itself upon me through cries which were immediately stifled by the tits buried inside my mouth.
Our sweaty bodies and our slightly gasping breath were not enough to finally, on that climb which would be unforgettable for me..., after all I was fucking the woman responsible for much of my teenage punches realizing a dream that always seemed distant and impossible.
- Calm down, my dear <unk> she whispered once more in my ear as she slowed the pace of her movements <unk> We don't want to end up like this do we? You have to fuck me! I want and you also want!
I opened my eyes when she came out of me, but the environment was immersed in a heavy penumbra that only allowed me to discern the female's vulva; she pulled me by the hand until I felt the contact of my dick with her exuberant ass which she wanted to roll provocatively. "Come on Fabi! Come fuck your Paulina's butt", she asked insinuatingly. That is how she called me ..., Fabi ! What madness! At once I accepted the invitation which to me sounded more like a provocation and after thoroughly brushing the hole between my buttocks that I had separated with my own hands, threw myself vigorously.
And already in the second stroke I broke resistance, sticking a good part of my dick into that tight asshole; kept putting until it was all rolled up inside her; with one twitch she provoked me to continue; then I started punching harder and faster pushing back and forth while listening to my partner groan and growle from excitement. Resisted as much as possible but no matter how hard I tried, my body would charge a high price for my prize. Everything was so intense that I could not tell when my orgasm had arrived by ejaculating caudally between contractions and spasms.
I stumbled back and only didn't go to the floor because my partner held me by leading me back onto the stretcher. <unk>Lay down here and relax, I will massage your body ..., and when you feel invigorated take a shower..., I'll wait for you in the room, okay?<unk> said Bernadette; I opened my eyes and the face that I saw was not hers but rather that of delicious and coveted Paula!
On my way back to the room, I found Bernadette lying naked in an armchair sipping a glass of liquor; she invited me to sit beside her on another chair and pointed at the small table where there was some fine Irish scotch. As she drank it, she thought about all the thousands of questions that I wanted to ask her, but her look intimidated me somewhat by preventing me from declaring myself. 'I know you have many questions, but I can't answer them ..., it is a professional secret..., but what I can tell you is that from today onwards your insomnia will be part of the past!', she explained anticipating my questioning.
In fact, that night I had the best sleep of all: waking up refreshed and full of energy; Ana realized my happiness but didn't ask any questions. She just smiled at me and kissed me several times. At work when I went to comment on what happened with André he stopped me by saying that everything that happens in Bernadette's house stays in Bernardet's home.
And finally, my life went back to normal; I slept regularly and from time to time woke up with Anna's little mouth watering stimulating my dick eager for a good fuck that I was making sure to enjoy giving her many well-deserved fun. Everything seemed fine except the fact that when looking for Bernadette's card I did not find it and when I asked Andre if he had another one his answer was intriguing. "Don't worry ..., whenever you need him he will appear!"