I Never Thought of Being Betrayed 8

I never thought it would be cheating - 8 Well, I don't want to talk too much about what happened the day Paul caught me in a brawl. Until that time he had slept with my first and only man Carlos. But his Carlos awakened something inside of me uncontrollable but let me try to summarize how was my situation for some time after this party Mario went away. His family has certain purchasing power by agreement left everything including apartment and all its belongings to me. He just asked not to fight for custody Paulinho I would see him and have him whenever I wanted, but he'd be raised by my in-laws with whom Paul himself has been living. As I said, I don't write here to tell you how much I feel about all this loss, but to try really analyze how it all happened. Trying to figure out how and why I am completely blinded from pleasure and handed over to someone like that. Today I know that the one who gave me up on that occasion was a neighbor of ours. I also left a lot of traces, there was no way some gossip on duty wouldn't be suspicious and start to notice my strange movements with Mr. Carlos in the midst of so many hypocrites and frustrated people... My parents, when they heard of my separation were very worried about the possibility that I would be alone in a city like Floripa and that my middle sister (I am the oldest) had just broken off her two-year engagement and was somewhat saddened and wanted to come too for studying at Floripe and if she couldn't live with me thereby combining both things. In addition to this sister we also have a younger brother of nineteen years, who would hardly leave his mother's skirt. With that possibility and the shock about what happened I decided once again to definitely stop it all with Mr Carlos, with everything. Even give time for sex. Resolved not to surrender myself any more to one person in that way too and end point. It could be that I found someone cool, you know? The shock over everything had been enough for a final and definitive decision. Of course I still kept even trauma from that party ending. I knew that Mr. Carlos was still in the building, but I did everything to avoid running into him as much as possible. He seemed to understand and respect my decision, he also collaborated so we wouldn't meet And despite some moments of deep pit, time played its infallible remedy. In a short time Danichegou. Beautiful like always, only at first I thought it too thin, but after one from a while with me had already recovered all exuberance that I knew about her and there was no one who would not mess with us on the streets. Yes, they really moved. When I saw it, I was already putting on a little tighter gown just so that they could move around and you know how it is; the flesh is weak. That thing for a young woman like me because not to say fiery as myself began giving material for imagination. And being missing so much time also provides this material. So slowly some memories came back... But no, it wasn't like that. I should have learned from the previous lesson, business was not to let images repopulate themselves. They grew and took different directions and when I saw already wanted to find a way of colliding with him again so he would discover maybe I continued the same little whore... Then arguments in my mind multiplied: "Now that I am really separated do not see any problem at all" etc. Arguments such as everyone can imagine well but never! Maybe if I gave a little to one of those who tease me on the street... but in my heart, I knew it wouldn't be the same. In my soul, I know that I still had an owner. No! And he didn't even look for me anymore either ... Leave it like this. When I came home from work that day and he was at the doorstep of the building I became sure that actually he waited for me. The old fear enveloped me immediately. My stomach turned over with fear indeed. Perhaps I did not want to get pregnant any more, but my vagina contracted into an involuntary spasm when he simply said something. I tried to show firmness. Hi Missy! Hello Mr Carlos. -I heard about you from the others, Roberta, how good it is that you seem to have overcome everything. It's us who are following. I also learned, not yet met, that has a sister as beautiful as you living with you. When he spoke of my sister even saw the need for me completely recommend and leave right away. Sorry Mister Carlos, but I must go up now. He talked quickly. Forgotten that there was an owner? And when I left still had spirit to say while walking towards elevator. So seek your rights in one of these consumer protection bodies. I heard his loud laughter as he was pressing the elevator button and climbing up alone. I remember once in an elevator seeing that my legs were trembling slightly and a little moisture formed immediately between my legs. My God! What is this? What's wrong with this old man? When I got home, I took a bath trying to think about other things but my own hands wouldn't let me... It already touched me dreaming when suddenly the door of the toilet we always left unlocked opened bringing me back into reality; it was my sister, of course. Hi Roberta. I was in the room reading and listening to music, and didn't even see you coming. Yeah. I went straight for the bathroom, crazy about taking a shower. She did what she had to do on the toilet and came back into the bedroom. I pulled myself together and walked up to my room. About five minutes after I put on my shorts and T-shirt, the doorbell rang. Because of not having touched the intercom at the front desk, I looked into the magic eye. I saw Mr. Carlos' red face with his mustache enlarged by the lens from the magical eye. Nervously, I wondered if he would open it when he knocked again. Roberta! They are ringing, will you answer? My sister shouted from inside the room. Can you let me answer Dani's call? I felt a contraction in my stomach again and my legs had a slight tremor right after he walked in without inviting him and his arm scraping on mine seemingly unintentionally at the same time as speaking softly. It was those same sensations initiated by him one day. <unk>I thought that it would not attend to my whore. He wore the same linen trousers and social shirt when I met him downstairs and spoke gently. I tried with all possible means to disguise or somehow contain my completely involuntary reaction. And he was sitting on the couch, beautiful as ever in those shorts. I didn't say anything -- and I think my attempt to contain that reaction made it even more apparent -- at this very moment when he spoke: "Will you not offer me a drink?" That's when my sister opened up her bedroom door and came into the living room wearing the same lycra short with mini blouse she had worn before. He roughly grabbed the stick, squeezing it lightly over his trousers and speaking as if in a whisper. Fuck you! My little bitch your sister is just as beautiful as you are! To see him grab his own stick like that on the thin fabric of linen pants made me half dizzy weakening... But isn't this about her beak did not you see? My voice came out really hoarse and I gave a slight laziness. I was standing leaning against the armchair next to the sofa where he sat. The same hand that had held the stick stretched out and smoothed my leg by squeezing with some force on my left thigh very close to the hem of the short jeans I was wearing and one finger even getting a little bit inside the shorts. Putina, now it's easier for us, let's go to my apartment a little bit you bitch. I could not! Could no more... Come on, you saw that nobody has bothered you anymore, that I really protect you, even John who lives filling me the bag so I somehow let him eat you again. But now I am crazy about giving you slaps in this beautiful bundle which should be smooth without any markings. He started massaging me tightly in that exact spot on my thigh, climbing up and down with his daring finger inside my tight shorts until he touched the tip of his finger to my panties and I jumped out an inevitable sigh without strength to try to pull it off any further. That image that he spoke came completely to my mind reminding me of the last time when he took me in his bed and my knees became slightly bent and recovered at once. Resolved I pulled his hand from me abruptly and ran into the kitchen already almost crying. I can not Mr Carlos, I can no longer ... you have to understand now... When he leaned his already almost hard cock behind me in my very ass, I began to cry softly and completely weakened did not prevent him from taking hold of my right hand and carrying up his stick making me grab it while stiffening over the thin trousers. And so, in this position of me with my back to him and my right hand facing behind, I felt his two hands lift up my blouse from the front and slide down onto my breasts grabbing them both and clutching them and playing with their hard beaks with unexpected sweetness as he whimpered into my ear with the movements of my trembling hand on your already completely hard dick. I wiped my face with some tears and let myself be led to the exit door of the apartment holding hands with him, and was able to speak almost shouting in a muffled voice. Dani, I'm going there and coming back soon. And it went like this, already without handshakes, one on each side, me and he completely mute entered the elevator. I always head down with red eyes did not even greet a gentleman who had been in the lift and was welcomed by Mr. Carlos. As we got into the apartment he closed the door and nearly cried out changing his attitude entirely. Bitch! He hit me hard on my ass unbalancing myself. Back of the butt here I want to slap you again bitch! I looked at him scared and crying completely dizzy and came a new smack. Don't know that he has a fucking owner?! He grabbed me by his hair already longer than last time he saw me and then immediately giving me new headbands with another hand while talking and asking without stopping. Do not know? I tried to do so with my head, but your firm hand holding me by the hair prevented me. When I order is to be instantly obeyed! And new strokes between strong and light came on my arms, shoulders, ribs until unbalanced I fell to the ground in tears. Lifts doggy, lifts up and takes off all clothes, walks. Very frightened and trembling, had never seen him like that, quickly took off all clothing and was completely naked crying now without breaks in weeping. My cries went out as a child's and his screams were low, hoarse, different. Do you think I will continue tiring my hand? And going immediately to the table he took on it one of these sticks from that same piece of wood which detached itself from other objects lying upon the table. Do you see this stick? Look straight at her. Fuck, look! I remember very well she was a stick still with brown bark and little green dots denouncing that she had been taken off some tree recently and cleaned of possible leaves. Lift up your arms and lean back against the wall for me! You will get the punishment you deserve for never disobeying your dog owner again. I thoughtfully gave you a moment and you come with grace your whore! A fear like never before completely invaded me. Your voice was really different, more aggressive, I don't know. I tried to raise my hand and say something. Her scream made me shut up and cry louder. Only speak if I want your bitch! I could not hold back the urine that came down from me flowing through open legs. And when I turned around walking towards the wall it was then I realized how much she trembled. There was no way even thinking about leaving there at that very moment. It was obeying and obedience. But a strange and penetrating pleasure somehow persisted in me to be so completely obedient and humiliated. I did as he commanded without looking back any further. He gave an unstressed slap . A throbbing little pain made me scream with a convulsive cry then, which if there was anyone in the hall would surely hear it. If someone here knocks asking what's going on you won't get out of here today bitch! A second punch made me try to restrain the shout that came much lower, muffled this time despite the small pain. After the fifth strike, I felt him come closer and smooth out where he hit. I was on my back naked with both hands raised against a wall. He had struck at least three times in one place. And so I remained standing there trembling as he pulled away again and started playing around, walking up to me with his stick behind my butt rubbing it into my vagina wheezing painfully from an ever-growing fear until he came close once more. Those little red dots will leave a mark that you'll never forget about having a fucking owner. Now she has no husband at all, can keep the mark of her true owner. And immediately I was surprised when he dropped his stick throwing it on the floor and began a caress over my whole body and I'm always there in that position. I felt his hand finally slide between my thighs and touch my bucket completely wet with everything from fear, urine, pain. And the fear and pain were gradually giving way entirely to an increasingly intense pleasure and desire. Oh! My lord... Apologize to your master. He intensified the caresses and went from affection to a maddening massage and I was already starting a backward movement, in provocative waist begging. Sorry my lord... I didn't speak right, I groaned. Will you do everything that I command? You will give whoever and when I want his whore? The head of his huge stick stood up looking for the entrance of my bouquet and I leaned further behind trying to help. Yes señor Carlos, yes, I am going whatever you want. And he spoke again very close to my ear this time. His mouth sought mine and he sucked my tongue coming back to speak. Will you ever disobey your master again? No, sir, never again. But he wouldn't come in with the thing that was just his head on the door of my closet entering a little bit and leaving me completely distressed. Everything, everything its owner wants and commands you have to obey... And finally came into it with the whole thing driving me crazy over and over in that position. I remember him putting me together like this from behind and feeling his groin touch the recent wounds he'd inflicted, and that ardour mixed with my intense pleasure. His right hand simultaneously touched my clitoris, and the first enjoyment came so intensely that it felt as if I were going to pass out or faint while being hugged more tightly by him all over again. It was when my orgasms seemed to end that I remembered he himself hadn't been joking and immediately knelt at his feet with instant approval from him. I began frantically sucking his wet dick off of me, washing it all over including the bag. Then I would help myself with my hands and swallow it back up almost choking on myself even as he laughed for a long time until his moaning groanings were giving me this strong thrill because I felt like he was really about to joke. And I didn't hold back a whisper when the first jet came crashing through my mouth, with the smell of sperm flooding the room coming out from the corners of my lips. He took it inside my mouth and was mocking me on my face, eyes, nose, everything. I'm still a little sad for you, bitch. I don't know what you have to do yet in order to change my situation with you but I will think about it. Immediately I approached him to kiss him. Go and wash yourself first, go on. When I came back he was already seated and I leaned over him kissing his face, chest while he spoke. That alone is not enough to please your owner. Leave me so that I can look for you. I got up obediently and put on my clothes which were thrown around the corner of the room and before leaving I looked at him again who was looking at me. He pointed to his own bare feet. Here, a little kiss on the knees here before leaving. Immediately I knelt under his feet and began to kiss with several kisses in all extension of her feet and fingers and licking up to cinnamon. He was naked sitting on the couch and approved my kisses that reached its huge cock and sack which was soon growing into my mouth. The bitch now Vaz you stay for a bit more, and I continued sucked until it got completely hard. My whore knows how to get wet, I stood up blackened at the table. He slapped me three times on the ass and made me groan, then in one stroke only half of his dick went inside to make me scream with pain and pleasure. That dog rolls over her master's cock. I rolled until after about 15 minutes punishing my little arse he mocked me like an animal... Finally I gave a small kiss on its mouth and retired satisfied. Now I was his bitch for good. And no husband to bother.