Flattering your sick boyfriend with an older man.

My name is Fernanda, 29 years old. I'm a light brunette with long black straight hair and brown eyes.
What I want to tell you about is a transaction that happened for me in 2004, but it really hit home.
I was dating Gustavo at the time, we were about 25 years old and had been in other relationships but my boyfriend wasn't very experienced.
I wasn't in love with him, but we got along well. We went out and had a lot of fun... And traveled whenever we could.
It was on one of those trips that it all happened.
We went to a small inn on the northern coast of São Paulo for four days.
The place was a joke, it had few apartments and most of the guests were couples.
The owners of the inn, a very kind and caring couple, took care of every detail to make us feel at home.
Renata, the owner, was 28 years old and very beautiful and funny. Her husband Fernando was much older than her. He was 45 but he was very handsome athletically tanned and quite talkative.
On the second day of our stay, Renata had to travel to São Paulo because her mother's health was not good.
Fernando did not accompany her because the inn was full and stayed to take care of everything.
That same night, when we returned to the inn after dinner, Gustavo and I sat in chairs by the pool chatting.
Fernando came by and I asked about Renata's mother, he said she was doing better but needed some tests.
Then the three of us continued talking about various things, and by the time we realized it was after midnight.
The chatter was great and lively, so we took the opportunity to pick up several suggestions for rides over the next few days.
We said good-bye and went up to our room.
The next day it was Gustavo who wasn't feeling well. He woke up unwell and spent the whole day in bed. At night he started having a fever, so I thought we should go to a doctor.
I asked my boyfriend to wait, for I was going to ask Fernando where a nearby hospital would be.
Immediately he prepared to take us.
He said he didn't need to bother, that it would be enough for him to explain how we got here. But he did say he was curious because after all we were his guests.
I went upstairs, talked to Gustavo and then we came down for the hospital.
I took the keys to our car, but when we got down Fernando had already pulled his out of the garage and said that we were going in his.
I still argued that we were already abusing, but he said it was nonsense and a matter of supporting us at a time like this.
He opened the back door and asked Gustavo to come in, lie down so that he could be more comfortable.
Fernando was driving, and I sat in the front seat with him.
Since we were on the beach and it was very hot, I had a little dress. As I sat down he stood between my thighs and several times I noticed Fernando looking at my legs.
I confess that this situation moved me, after all he was a very handsome and interesting man and the fact of my boyfriend being so close to us but far from realizing what is going on ended up exciting me.
I kept thinking that Fernando should be all right, have a good footprint because Renata was only slightly older than me and seemed very much in love with him.
I imagined various things and, pretending not to understand, moved my legs so that my dress would rise even higher in order to make Fernando more agitated.
The fact is, I was enjoying that situation very much.
When we arrived, Gustavo was immediately treated and after a while diagnosed with a viral disease that would force him to spend the night in hospital taking serum to recover because he was dehydrated.
Despite Gustavo's medical plan entitling him to an apartment, the hospital was overcrowded and had no bed available. He would have to stay in the infirmary where only a chaperone could be accommodated and still fit into a very uncomfortable chair.
Gustavo said he was fine and didn't want me to stay, because there wasn't room for me. And he thought it unfair that I should sacrifice myself since he was already on medication and would probably sleep through the night.
Fernando agreed and arranged to bring me back the next morning. Gustavo thanked him, even apologizing for any inconvenience we were causing.
Fernando told him not to worry about it, take the right medication and get plenty of rest so that he'll be well the next day.
We said our goodbyes and left to go back to the inn.
As we crossed the street to pick up our car, Fernando put his hand on my back "innocently" and went around the side of the car to open the door for me.
I felt a chill running down my spine wondering what was coming, for I knew he would try something with me.
On the way back, Fernando started talking about how much he liked me. He thought I was a very beautiful and interesting woman... A nice person to talk with.
That sounded like music to my ears.
He didn't say anything else, just pulled the car over and turned it off. Turned to me, looked right into my eyes and slowly approached until he kissed my mouth in a way that made me soar through the clouds.
He began to embrace me tightly and his hands started moving over my legs and all of my body.
I was devoted to that delicious man.
I asked him if it wasn't dangerous for us to hang around there, he was full of bad intentions.
He moved the car to a more secluded beach, and we got off so that we could walk toward the end of the beach.
On the way he'd grab me, bite me and say a lot of crap in my ear. I was crazy about him too!
We circled a few stones until we were sure that it was safe, and then began this wonderful web.
He took my hand and led me to his stick that was bursting the Bermuda. When I grabbed it, I realized what awaited me: It was very hard and was really big and thick, much bigger than Gustavo's.
I pulled that prick out of there by lowering his bermuda, got down on one knee and started sucking him off like he was ice cream.
He was so horny, he'd make me lick his bag and put my tongue all over his cock.
When he was about to make fun of me, he grabbed my hair and pulled the poop out of my mouth.
He took off my little dress and left me with nothing but underwear, turned his back on me and started to shake me tightly from behind, biting at my shoulders and ears and saying a lot of shit in my ear.
I was already crazy and asked him to put that roll on me...
I pulled my panties down myself because I couldn't take it anymore, and he just kept rubbing that giant roll of paper on my asshole... sticking his finger in my little grill, beating a really slow siren to me. And calling me an unashamed bitchy bitch-bitch which made me even more horny.
It stayed that way until I started to mock, which I did with a lot of whining and writhing all over myself getting on my toes and shoving my ass pressing my butt into this delicious roll.
I enjoyed it very much, but knew that was just the beginning...
He turned around, leaned me against the rock and started licking my already soaked bottle.
He sucked on me for a while, got up and took my left thigh with his right hand and lifted it almost to the height of my chest.
It slowly entered until it left only the huge bag on my tasty bouquet door.
And then he stood there, looking me in the eye and pushing like he wanted to put his bag over on me too. Then he started kissing my mouth...
He started going in and out, fast or slow. And with his other hand he began to smooth me over and squeeze my ass.
It was driving me crazy, and I warned him that he would soon be making fun of this roll. At which point he started playing with his finger on the door to my asshole. He'd take a kettle out of my cup and run it through my little kitchen door and slowly start sticking his fingers in my butt hole.
I was freaking out... he noticed, increased the stitches in my butthole, took his finger off of my ass, lubricated it a little more and started two-finger penetration into my arse.
He started calling me a bitch, said I was an unashamed whore that my boyfriend's little horn is in the hospital and I give blowjobs to strangers.
When he said that I started to have the best fun I'd ever had until then... wished not even a bitch in heat, asked him to break me all up, put the roll deep into his little whore and fill me with fuck... said that she wanted to feel him splashing its hot and thick broth inside of me,
Hearing that, he got crazy and started making fun of me by filling my vagina with his fucking... we were so sweaty and gasping for air ...his dick was still hard inside me ...he pulled his fingers out of my ass very slowly, lowered my leg and went to take the delicious cock from within my vagina.
When his dick came out of me, I could feel it dripping down my thighs and legs.
He hugged me, he kissed me good and then held my hair tight and told me to get down on one knee and lick his cock so it'd be clean as a whistle without any fucking drops because if I dirtied your Bermuda shorts your wife would know...
When I remembered he was married, it made me feel like a real whore and sucked his dick until he got clean. After all, I'm an obedient little bitch, just as he told me to be.
I wiped my legs with my panties and told her that when she got to the inn, I would wash them so Gustavo wouldn't notice either.
We got dressed, and we drove to the car on our way home he said that it would take him a while to recover but that night I'd still be eating my ass in bed
It made me very mad and already in the car I was fisting his dick and making a kiss while he drove ... He was so naughty and I was loving it. My boyfriend was really straightforward and had never done those things with me.
He told me to go up to my room and leave the door open, that he'd see if everything was all right, call his wife and then eat my ass.
I was all shivered and said, "I'll wait for you", so he wouldn't keep his little whore waiting too long.
I took a quick shower, put on some perfume, got into my tiny little black panties and lay back in bed with the pillow underneath to make me look even hotter. And waited for that bastard.
He opened the door of his apartment and when he saw me like that, it was crazy.
He locked the door, and he came up to me... pulled my panties off with his teeth... and started licking my legs until they reached my ass.
He stuck his tongue in it, like he wanted to fuck me with his.
He laughed and said he'd come prepared, had two slices of butter like they serve at breakfast... that it was the best lubricant there is and I could sit comfortably because I wouldn't feel any pain.
He said he used to do that every time he fucked his wife's ass, and I was freaked out by the fact that this son of a bitch knew exactly what he was doing.
He was shoving a finger full of butter up my ass... started putting it in and taking it out slowly... then he put two fingers and more butter... stuck it back and forth and really wasn't hurting at all... forced three fingers on, pushed almost halfway through...
Then she licked her pussy with butter, wiped off my fingers... put me on all fours at the edge of the bed and held me tight by the waist. She stuck that roller's head right against my asshole door and started pushing it in.
I held back a little 'cause I thought it was gonna hurt, but he told me to relax. He slapped my ass twice and grabbed my hair with one of his hands...
I felt a sharp sting, my ass burned so badly and tried to go forward to get it out of me but was pretty sure by the bastard...
The asshole grabbed me again very firmly by the waist with both hands, gave another strong punch and went totally into my butt...
I pulled out the pillow and put it in my mouth so that I could scream without attracting attention... ..I would howl with pain and pleasure feeling this twisted, jerk-off male make a whore of me
He'd sit on me and stand still so I could get used to the volume, and then after a while he would start taking it out and putting it in real slowly... at first I felt really hot but looking back and seeing his freakish face like that made me very horny.
He got crazy watching me moan and asking to fill my fucking ass... started smoothing out my cricket with one finger making me even crazier.
I told him he'd make fun of me right away by putting that roll up his ass and getting jerked off.
I was out of control, and at that point he would ruthlessly punch me in the face... when I started to moan about how he'd been teasing his finger into my bouquet.
Then he started mocking inside my ass.
I felt every shot of that hot fuck right up my ass...
I felt completely fulfilled as a woman.
I just stood there waiting for his dick to soften inside of me... and he slowly pulled it out from under my ass, and we took a shower.
He dressed and went away. I fall into bed exhausted to sleep the sleep of righteous people.
The next morning, he drove me to the hospital to pick up Gustavo and on his way there made me suckle for him.
He asked me to swallow all his joy...
I obeyed and did exactly what that male wanted his little whore to do-- swallowed all of her fucking...
Before we went to the hospital, he asked me one last thing.
I asked what it would be, and he said that the first thing to do when you find Gustavo is give him a kiss but not just any kind of kiss... because he wanted me to give him an extended tongue-kiss right in front of his face 'cause he'd get so excited seeing me kissing him
I gave a very naughty chuckle and said that I couldn't deny it to someone who had given me as much pleasure...
Upon returning to São Paulo, we lost touch and never saw each other again. But it was one of the best climbs I ever had in my life.
You know, kisses.