Called to account.

As a civil engineer, I provided occasional services to an entrepreneurial couple from Joinville.
One afternoon I got a call from Simone, asking if she could accompany me to an evaluation.
I'd done a study for a motel, but they opted for an industrial shed.
It was a surplus that had been adapted. Old and without much maintenance, it would need good renovation. The occupancy at least was reasonable, several couples came in and out frequently, with a chill I realized that this is one of the so-called short stay hotels. We looked significantly and went ahead, anyone who saw us would have the impression that we were just another user.
We were met by a receptionist on the upper floor, and we talked for about ten minutes, interrupted occasionally by couples arriving or departing.
A naughty smile danced on Simone's lips, I pretended not to understand. I opened the door and we went into the room, she locked it behind us. We looked around, the bathroom was tiny, everything would need a good store shower, forgive redundancy.
- What do you think?
With a purposely technical look, I replied:
- It's not worth it for what you are asking, the pension will be too expensive.
I gave her a cost estimate, she agreed. She sat on the bed and looked me straight in the eye...
- What a comfortable bed.
I didn't take any chances, even though she should have figured out by now that I was horny and in the heat of Joinville it would be inappropriate to wear a blouse.
- We'd better get going. I told you, counterfeit.
We thanked her, returned the key and left. On our way she asked me to be at the beach building by ten o'clock Saturday morning, claiming there was a problem there that needed my analysis.
On Saturday, right on time, there I was. The property belonged to the couple, Simone's car was in the parking lot, roof windows were all open, a sunny and beautiful day, waves crashing gently into the white sand.
The gate was unlocked, so I climbed the steps and rang the bell.
- Come in, the door is open <unk> she shouted from inside.
I walked in, faced with a sinister vision for my integrity and stamina: she had wet hair, wrapped up in a towel that held her legs out as if she'd just come from the bathroom; standing behind one of the central sofas talking on the phone, right thigh leaning against the backrest and foot resting on the arm of the sofa.
I thought it best to wait for her on my feet, and waited with difficulty turning my eyes away from her naked thigh.
She sensed my interest, hung up the phone and then looked steadfastly at me. In a gesture almost theatrical but full of promise, she turned her right leg to one side, the handkerchief cracked open slightly, couldn't help noticing some silky black hairs on top of her thighs.
I breathed audibly deeply, perceptible even above the breaking of waves there on the beach. Without taking my eyes off me Simone bent her leg further, the towel moved more, less than two meters away I could see the crack in his half-open bouquet, inviting, irresistible.
I took strength from nowhere and contemplated, pretending to be inattentive. After all, I didn't even know if my husband was there too, and trouble is what I did not need. I knew very well what we both needed, but common sense prevailed, despite the contrary.
I knew that the relationship between her and her husband had not been good for a long time, often being an involuntary confidant. She was married to her first boyfriend; there had never been another man in her life (and bed accordingly), as she told me secretly one day.
She straightened up, stretched out her face for a kiss. When I went to kiss her she moved it slightly on purpose the corners of our lips met and it was as if a strong electric shock passed through both of us my dick hung even more in my pants whistling thought about grabbing that towel and partially covering myself but the awareness that would be worse, much worse made me just do an underhanded little twirl
- It's... he just muttered, grinding his teeth at my unexpected reaction.
I wanted to see and feel what was underneath that towel, but professionalism is professional (for lack of a better excuse).
"What's the matter?" I asked, blushing a little and my face burning. She was quietly amusing herself with it, but to me she wasn't funny at all.
He grabbed my hand and led me into the double suite, his butt sticking out waving underneath a towel as I imagined all that goodness would be beneath it.
She pointed to the partition wall with the bathroom where there was a big damp spot.
"He's been like this for almost a month, what could it be?" she asked.
The diagnosis was immediate and easy.
- It can only be the washbasin plug in the wall. I took a chance.
I walked into the bathroom and saw that she was right, my finger got wet when I inspected it. A simple squeeze would have solved this problem. I went back to her room; Simone lay reclining on the bed in theory repositioning one of the pillows. Legs were spread apart (you know, for stability), the towel had inevitably been pulled upwards, her plump delicious buttocks almost fully exposed. She purposely pretended to get stuck with a pillow which fell over from the other side.
That tempting demon in the form of a woman was even more Jewish than I. Instead of going around to get her pillow, she climbed up and kneeling with open thighs (remember stability?), bent over there towards the pretext.
From four, the towel rose even higher; her delicious, provocative and irresistible ass showed itself in all its splendor, her mouth wide open on a deep gully between rounded and bulky buttocks, I almost caught it right there.
I chivalrously went around the bed and helped her with that blessed pillow, she gave me a nasty look.
- The solution is simple, I'll go to the car and get a key.
She didn't answer.
- At the engagement... I didn't mean to, but then it was too obvious.
She disguised a smile.
I'll be out on the terrace getting some sun.
I was sweating cold, thinking about coming back.
I went down to the car, and in the washbasin of the parking lot, put a hammock on it with my shirt unbuttoned so as not to reveal my state of emergency.
So I went up on the roof to say good-bye, anticipating what was about to happen. The cock stiffened and wanted to jump out of it.
Simone was wearing a tiny dental floss that barely concealed anything. Sitting on the towel, sunbathing in her arms, for an instant I stood appreciating her curvy body bathed and highlighted by the sun. I blamed myself for not remembering my sunglasses, couldn't disguise what she was looking at. And there were so many good things to be looked at...
Now we just wait a few days for the moisture to dry out and eventually repaint that wall.
Nothing like working with someone who understands...
Her "understanding" sounded somewhat figurative and full of meanings that did not please me, because apparently I was the one who didn't understand anything.
"Can you put sunscreen on my back?" he asked, already extending the bottle and looking up at me from below. I had the unfortunate impression that for a moment not so fast his shrewd eyes stopped evaluating beneath my waistline.
- I'm sure you will.
I took off my shirt (I said to myself mentally), grabbed the bottle, and put some in my palm.
Simone then looked at me steadily and longingly. With slow gestures she put her hands behind her back and let go of the collar, her appetizing breasts leaped free, her stuffy nipples inviting. My cock swelled even more as if it were still possible.
He lay on his back, leaving the legs purposely spaced apart and my stiff stick no longer fit in the suspender because that tiny tooth-thread was behind it a real provocative thread - just an almost non-existent little strand.
Her butt arched, wide and generous, her tired buttocks begging to be caressed by my eager hands.
- Pass also on the legs <unk> determined.
My anguish increased with each touch. I put sunscreen on both hands and began spreading it from the feet, slowly climbing up her legs, down her thighs.
- I don't know yet what yours is, if you really do not like me or...
I burned with rage at those verbal reticences. Without her expecting it, I grabbed the sides of the floss and in one stroke pulled him to her knees and from them to her feet, leaving her entirely naked. Quickly risen up, took off my slingshot, the cock leapt gigantically, Simone showed herself surprised by its size and scope. Not giving her any time, she was holding hands full of oil, removed skin from the head of my pike and greased (as if needed), bent down and carried the cock into his throbbing wet crack. Unbelievably, without conscious awareness, Simone stretched her legs away.
- Push this hot ass <unk> I asked, rubbing the fuck along deep groove of buttocks until it gets where you wanted <unk> i will give you what you are wanting...
I didn't even wait for her to answer, so I lowered my body and squeezed myself into that burning bottle all at once with the head pushing its way through his boiling tight entrails. For a moment I thought it might be the second man in your body, which turned me on even more.
Right there, on the unsuitable hard floor (only losing to the rigidity of my dick), I slowly turned her fucking body until her head partially battered in its soaked crack. More slowly still deepening myself again and again and yet again... leaving her hallucinating with a boner as if re-made from surprise she began matching movements accelerated little by little while turning her hips making my cock rotate back and forth touching all points of his tight buttock.
I've never had a dick like that inside of me.
Not at all, I thought. Remembering that once she had confided to me... touched by a few more little fish on the seashore,... ..that her husband gave no pleasure whatsoever, the typical short and thin man.
I'd fuck her deliciously, feel her ass rolling on my dick non-stop. Under my thumbs sometimes slow and then fast she began to groan low breathlessness we were in the cover of a deserted beach day off season she could scream at will that no one would listen
You're a delightful woman to be fucked with, I encouraged you.
His nonverbal response was to gluttonously wave his ass further into my cock.
- Hot-assed hot woman, enjoy it.
His answer came crudely:
- What a delightful big dick... stuffs everything in it, eats me.
Wait till I take you to bed.
- What a delight... he repeated.
I was immobilized for a few seconds, my dick deep inside of her barking, feeling the contractions in her pussy.
If I want it all, I'm gonna have to shove it up your ass.
- Then fuck my pussy... what a big fucking ... how thick it is ... why did you take so long to eat me?... <unk> complained.
- Because I wanted you quite fiery... <unk> told him, for lack of a better excuse.
- Do you like my bouquet?
- I love it... my dick is huge inside of you. You're going to have fun!
The words were repetitive, what to do? Crazy vocabulary in bed is quite reduced as are the physical variations that can only be summed up by going back and forth inside a woman. Hence my personal need to have affection for a woman, to feel fond of her so it's really worth having sexual relations with no emotional involvement, they say but you must have at least some affection, spiritual encounters not just fleshly ones. And how to separate one thing from another except precisely seeking, grading and controlling this said emotional engagement? How, in the case of a woman lacking body and soul to achieve this?
But this was no time for philosophical ramblings, it was a time of giving and receiving pleasure.
- Goose... you need affection and fuck.
- Put... I asked you to put your big dick in me. Fuck like my husband, he's never fucked me!
Simone was in bed, a little out of it too... but her vocabulary added spice to the sensations.
- You're a very hot woman... for a man to take into bed and ... fuck ... sexy ... enjoys ... you did not want my dick?...
Her body was shaken by strong contractions when she scandalously laughed at the screams for the first time on my dick. I forced myself to control, did not want to joke yet, intended to give her all the pleasure that she needed and perhaps didn't know. Idiot of a husband with such a woman and without knowing (or wanting) to satisfy it.
Simone quieted down slowly, my cock inside her being swallowed up by her uterine contractions that were gradually fading. She was finally immobilized, a deep groan of pleasure and relief escaped from the depths of her soul and body. He turned his head as he could and kissed my lips with gratitude.
- You were wonderful <unk> greeted <unk> my husband never made fun of me like this, never gave me such a pleasure, not even when we were newly married.
I caressed her face.
- The one who lost...
It was only then that he seemed to realize a detail.
- But you didn't enjoy it.
With me, it hasn't even started yet.
I pulled the throbbing, hard cock out of her ass and stood up to help her get back on my feet. She kissed me again wrapping one hand around my dick not believing that bulky shiny red wet head had gotten into her body lifted it in my arms she threw a big hug at me cozy with herself took her into the room where everything was supposed to have begun
- Now you'll see what is good... <unk> I threatened, joker.
I stood her up behind the couch, straightened as if she were making a phone call with her right thigh on top of the backrest. Without my towel her butt revealed itself wide and bulky rounded buttocks protruding slightly reclining forward, my cock in laughter rubbed against her thighs slid down into her bottom and found its vertex where his eager little bouquet was waiting for me impatiently thrust in my slow stick an exhilarated groan escapes from Simone's lips when my dick advances so far that it leans over my body and fits into this ass-like fit
- Go, hot... roll your ass on my dick... come play nice with me.
I didn't even have to ask, because she was already doing it slowly.
- What a fucking delight... fuck my ass, eat me.
- I'm eating... fucking you with my dick so that you can have a good time, feel the pleasure of my cock.
- Put... put... ahhh, how delicious your dick is. Stick it all up my bouquet with this big fuck!
- I'm putting... Can you feel how big it is?...
She pushed and rolled her ass at the same time against me, I could feel it coming and going pleasurably sliding endlessly in that cramped wet little bottle. The couch creaked increasing our lust. Simone began to groan softly accelerated its movements and before long was enjoying deliciously once again.
I got rid of her, the fuckin' shiny laugh from our secretions.
- Ah, don't stop... He complained. I want more!
I kissed her neck and ear, Simone freaked out.
- You don't lose by waiting.
I picked her up again in my arms and took her to the suite, putting her gently on the bed. Lying down beside her, kissing softly at her lips, lovingly caressing her face, breasts, descending through a shivering belly until it reached her thighs. Baffling her groin, smelling her bottle, smell of woman in heat. Simone spread her legs without realizing what she was doing or what was happening. What would happen next.
She stood still for a moment when she felt, for the first time in her life, a man's tongue on her cradle. Her husband had never given her oral sex before and then revealed it to me. In an involuntary reflex action he held my head and tried to push me away but the delightful sensation of my tongue palpating his crack was stronger. He opened his legs even further and abandoned himself with closed eyes feeling amazed at what I was providing him.
My tongue slipped along its opening, with the tip I began to describe small circles around her clitoris, noticed that his breathing started getting interrupted and failed when in a delicious jolt Simone felt me take her cricket into my mouth sucking it voluptuously.
Her thighs pressed on my head for a moment, relaxing again the next. I sucked willingly that needy and fiery woman, and she screamed, totally unleashed in her lust and confidence to me, enjoyed several times consecutively in my mouth. I returned palming and kissing her body until it reached her lips. Even with the smell and taste of her bouquet, she reciprocated my kiss by sticking what could tongue into my mouth .
I lay softly on her, her breasts brushing my chest and she embraced me with the voluptuousness of anticipation. I began to rub my dick into her crotch gently going back and forth over and over again until she couldn't take it any longer, twisted underneath me, grabbed my pulsating cock for a hard-on and drove him into that dry bucket by pica. I continued torturing her just beating his head against its crack making it go in half and out several times.
- Fuck me... fuck me. Shove this hot dick up your ass!
She couldn't take it anymore, so she wrapped her legs around me and pulled hard into herself making the fucking thing go all the way to the bottom.
- What a delight... it's eating me. It's eatin'... I asked, then made me enjoy more..
I was feverishly doing his bidding, stockpiling for the price of that delightful woman's bouquet.
- Aaahhhh... how you know to be hot in a bed. How nice it is, what delicious bouquet!
Simone moved deliriously beneath me, extremely fiery, demanding, wanting and needing to enjoy more and more. She moaned and gasped delightfully as if she had never been penetrated the way it was being done. I sought to meet and supply all her needs of a woman in order to deserve her.
- You're very hot... you are a very hot woman for a man to take into bed and fuck until he can no longer ... is the woman from now on, open his legs to any man that pleases him ... and put too much like sexy fucking ...
The giant dilated cock came and went endlessly in its mouthful that pounced on me with desire, deepening more and more. Breathless breaths, interspersed by sighs of pure pleasure, Simone corresponded fiery and fully to my coming and going in her body. Its muzzle squeezed and clamped delightfully my pica, I felt I could not hold myself any longer.
- Have fun... have fun with me.
I began to spit profusely into that wonderful woman's vagina, the hot springs succeeding each other and being sucked in by her uterine contractions.
- I'm... enjoying myself, spitting in my bouquet. How delicious!
We've been intertwined for a while, her breasts breathing down my chest, her lips on mine. I felt the contractions of her vagina and she pulsed my cock so gently that it finally went soft.
- You're a wonderful woman.
She smiled, tender and satisfied.
"Why did it take you so long to eat me?" he asked.
I kissed her once more.
- Because I'm a fool.