I never thought it was cheating.
I never imagined that you would betray (Part - 1)
My name is Roberta I'm 1.68cm 60kg don't give any princess but am a beautiful woman with a nice body medium breasts and an butt q draws much attention. How good that finally found a space where i can vent the incredible unexpected experience lived by me something, in my high 31 years being 8 of them married never really thought to go through all this. I got married at 23 . And he was younger , only one year older than me. But it was after 6 years of marriage that I discovered myself as I never thought would be or who I am And I also think it's kind of silly for me to stand here and say that what I am about to tell you is exactly what happened. It's all completely true, and I try to tell it in the best way possible, but I don't know if I can do it very well. Well, everything started when this gentleman who will be called Carlos moved into this building. He came by company he works at. That's right, I didn't go with his face. I think it was my prejudice maybe. Half-bald of big white whiskers, he had white hair also on the chest and belly that grew protruding just below the breast making that volume of old people who drink a lot of beer and quite tall at more than 1.90 cm in height, always exhibited that stomach which although not yet very large but stood out along with the hairs through shirts almost fully open or even without them. He wasn't too clear about height but certainly over 1.90. And for 52 years he was well-preserved despite his belly and slight baldness. But I also found it very daring the way he looked at me, even knowing that I was married with a three year old boy running back and forth. Every time he saw me in the play of the building did not miss an opportunity to say a joke: Few women have children but still keep their body like this. They were such empty compliments, things like that. Until on a barbecue which I do not remember exactly what to celebrate we were almost all from the building and he was bolder than ever! I had never seen such a lady in shorts so small. Her legs are much prettier than I thought...I immediately ran and turned my face to him showing all my indignation. After some time at that same party, with Paulinho on his lap, I looked up and saw Mr. Carlos in high heels with my husband Paulo. The conversation was lively and Paulo laughed together with Mr. Charles who also laughs non-stop. Me, religiously faithful, raised under rigid training, did not like this intimacy of Paulus with the old man who stood over it, one way or another, giving away his wife. I went to Paul and called him discreetly, said that I didn't feel very well and wanted to go away. I remember there was some reluctance and embarrassment because of my, let's say, rude behavior, but we ended up going. The next week Paul comes with the news. Roberta Mr Carlos invited us, Peter and his wife, to play cards in his apartment and have a beer. Of course I wouldn't come. <unk>Ah! Paulo I am so sorry, but I won't not. <unk>But he's a good person Roberta. And it started that boring little argument until reluctantly and with disgust I ended up going there. But I put on some very discreet clothes so as not to give the old pervert any rags. A big shirt, also large pants and we went. I noticed his apartment well taken care of, clean and exuding even a pleasant perfume in the air. I thought: at least this! Carlos was more discreet, respectful towards me. Well maybe he understood who I was dealing with better that way so distractedly i took some magazines from the shelf while talking to Simone and started flipping through it there were several well-known magazines but had a q in between they had various erotic stories of women being punished TB had pictures of them getting their butt very red and ended up reading one of those stories at first thought about closing immediately magazine but curiosity eventually spoke louder When Simone got up to go to the bathroom, I felt more comfortable and could see better. In these pictures of girls who had been punished they seemed happy about it: They were spanked, appeared in a quadruple position grabbing their buttocks and backs; that was disturbing me. Pictures emerged of penetration into the vagina, anus, mouth, enjoying in the same mouth everything we'd seen before in movies or photos, but with one differential, they looked like being firmly chastised as I never saw them beforehand. Something strange, which I didn't even know hit my stomach first Then the thought disturbed me a little and I was getting kind of soft when unintentionally I put myself in one of them's place and could not stop turning the leaves and realized embarrassed that I was really becoming excited. Yes, I felt moisture growing between my legs and so I stayed half static and soft for some time until I heard Simone's voice. Roberta! Discreetly returning to myself, I closed the magazine in disguise so as not to demonstrate my strange excitement and led it back into the place below the others and unintentionally my eyes met those of Mr. Carlos , who strangely, unlike other people present there, seemed to perceive my state .I didn't look at him any more that afternoon. He really looked like he had seen all my shame and exhilaration. But Paul and I made love normally, but the pictures stayed with me in a certain way... What was making me question myself more is why that reaction. After all, as modest as I could be, there were no shortage of photos and filthy films to see. But the week went by normally and the magazine ended up being erased from my mind. Well, next Saturday another letter-writing session and beer and Simone and I are there. This time for Mr Carlos's respectful behaviour, I didn't feel it necessary to go so lowbrow anymore. I put on a somewhat fairer bermuda and an ordinary sleeveless T-shirt with white bra like the shirt. The Bermuda was faded blue jeans. I realized that it made me look a little better without knowing exactly why. I greeted Mr. Carlos as always discreetly, and everything went normally. Once sitting down on the couch like last week, my curiosity to see the magazine again began to grow and somehow excited me. Would the magazine still be there? It was only Simone who got up ready to go to the bathroom when I grabbed the magazine in time. Carlos was sitting with his back to me, so he wouldn't see me fiddling around in the magazines which made me feel even more at ease. I fumbled and hummed until I found a magazine - it was the penultimate one of them all: The same magazine; its cover had already been engraved. Just like anyone who wants nothing started passing out pages. The picture where the girl was getting a slap from the bald, strong man right on his ass and immediately following it where she turned her face writhing in pain and looking at the cynically smiling man made me imagine that I was the girl there and my stomach twitched, my hand trembled slightly over the magazine sheet and the voices of people playing cards were getting away. I remembered a picture that had moved me more like this the previous week and immediately turned to look for it, and to my surprise there were some loose pictures in the middle of the magazine which I did not notice last week. It was a bunch of loose photos. In the first photo, a girl who wasn't as pretty as the one from the magazine leans on a table turning her ass all around to catch up with him and a man with an enormous penis (much bigger than Paulo's) and incredibly hard raises his hand mentioning he will slap you very strongly. But when I looked closer and saw the man, slightly belly with white whiskers realized now clearly and trembled it was Mr. Carlos a strange sensation took hold of me so half-aerial i moved curious to the second photo he is now entirely in front being easy to identify his face and I could even see the bag of its huge penis hanging and him smiling incredibly pleasant look and girl kneeling just licking his sack everything was unbelievably big i went on other photos I had already come like this, to put myself in the place of the girl from the magazine and without even realizing it I traveled as if I were there in those photos also in that girl's place and when I realized traveling like that, I immediately went back into the photo he was slapping. The ass was red by then she should have taken other capes and her face twisted with pain.. It was a trip like this , kind of unintentionally, Despite all the disgust that old man could have caused me one day, it was inevitable and when I felt my panties completely soaked and contracted my entire vagina, I heard Paul's distant voice. Roberta! Wake up woman! Don't you want to play? Everyone looked at me on the table, including Mr Carlos. Embarrassed, shyly put back the magazine underneath the others, far below, as if not really wanted other people see and stood up apologizing for myself. Sorry, I think I am not feeling well, I must go. I lowered my head and left without saying goodbye to anyone. When I got home, it reminded me of Paulino at my mother-in-law's house and I ran to the bathroom for a shower feeling dirty from those thoughts. My incredibly wet underwear even soaked in Bermuda shorts and increased my embarrassment. But when warm water fell on me and my eyes closed automatically, my right hand slid across my naked body and images of Mr Carlos photos yes not magazine pictures and her men, A picture of his fingers gently squeezing the nipples on this girl's breasts made me think that I was her when I pressed mine tight. Inevitably, my right hand went down to my vagina and touched hard at my clitoris massaging it non-stop. The pictures of his incredibly large penis, its claps giving off a pleasurable face, penetration into everything from anus to vagina to mouth swept through my mind as one slide after another came in faster than I could have imagined with tremendous force seeming to be held back for centuries. And I even cried as if it was myself who had caught... After that, for at least two days, an incredible shame fell on me. On Monday when going to work guess with whom I meet leaving the building? Exactly Mr Carlos shouted, dead of embarrassment and I thought he doesn't know why my shame.... Hi Robertra, good morning. Sorry but daughter, from what I can see you don't like me very much. I am sorry if in any way treated her badly. It wasn't my intention. I want to take this opportunity to find you so apologize anyway. Embarrassed and with my head lowered, I managed to say something like "There's nothing wrong Mr. Carlos", he hurried his steps saying goodbye. My daughter has a meeting and I am late. Don't hold it against me saw Roberta. Congratulations. But that very day in the afternoon came back to mind pictures of him. I was getting excited but could concentrate on work again. But at night when I realized that Paulo was already asleep the pictures came back full force and when I saw him in the bathroom with a tube of deodorant tucked between his legs and quick fingers massaging clitoris. In my mind, I chose a picture and imagined myself giving sequence and life to the photo instead of the girl until it exploded into joy which even had difficulty keeping silence not to wake up neither father nor son... And so shame did not only pass during the week but some anxiety arrived like never before for Saturday ... And no matter how much I tried to get the pictures and thoughts out of my mind, they seemed to surprise me and come back stronger and more alive during that whole week making me fall into constant masturbation even going so far as masturbating in a company bathroom on Thursdays. On Friday nights, I know some people from this building used to frequent play bar and Paulo would arrive later. I know why eventually I even went to play while Paulo didn't arrive because Friday always comes a little later and goes into the play for drinking his last beer and sometimes I would go there with Paulinho waiting for him. Incredible how all that disgust seemed not only disappear, as if transformed in an uncontrollable stubbornness causing me a change beyond radical you will understand i just put on those shorts from that barbecue You see, I had somehow retired him because he was too short but that night I suspended it even more carefully letting the pulp of my butt appear and went down to play. My God what am I doing? I thought and these thoughts were not enough to restrain me so I came down with Paulinho dressed like this. I greeted everyone when I walked by the bar especially Mr Carlos who surely noticed my change as I hardly ever said hello before. He must have thought that's why you spoke to me on Monday But he noticed my clothes and soon came to us playing with Paulinho, and we started a slow walk around the courtyard moving away from the bar while talking banalities. This boy's face is becoming more beautiful every day; his mother was looking at me again when she added: "You see Roberta? My compliments are spontaneous like this". I smiled half without grace. And you really are pretty. You have very nice legs too. I couldn't help but say that on that occasion. That time I just laughed and wasn't indignant as then in the barbecue. And he, an experienced one, could see that certain offer in my smile which now craved for more compliments. And really a body like this after having a baby is extremely rare Roberta. Now some current passing through me softened me with his words and what was once indignation became stubbornness. One thing Robert, you'll excuse me but I have to say, something I admire about you are also your breasts, yes your boobs. You may find them small but they are just as beautiful as I think... Without any further discretion, I deliberately pulled my shorts straight up and pointed sharply at my vagina under his glum eyes which seemed to demonstrate an enormous satisfaction with this radical change of mine. I even had to find a way to show him that I'd completely changed in relation to him. At the time I had to make it very clear. And when Paulino passed by me like this crying wanting to put on I saw this chance, I intentionally turned around and stooped down to catch Paulino. I leaned down exaggeratedly, keeping the part of my butt all facing him, even making the shorts go in a little bit more and actually took much longer than necessary in that position. When I got up with Paulinho already on his lap, he sighed and spoke softly: Linda! Delightful Roberta. This time I could not contain a malicious smile. He then more than quickly offered to take him in his arms, causing the back of his right hand to slip over my left breast making me shiver all around Him, always experienced, seeing my reaction returned with his hand to the same place pretending that he was playing with Paulinho. I sighed slightly closing his eyes while using the backs of the fingers of his Right Hand, held tightly the beak of my Left Breast which was only covered by the T-shirt. At the exact moment when they called you at the bar. You have a game tomorrow, are you going there? Yes of course Mr. Carlos I answered wet and anxious When it came time for us to go to the letters I could no longer withstand my anxiety How can I please him so that he does not blink avoid Paul's gaze but I felt that I did not belong anymore And possible pain in conscience was immediately replaced by desire which incredibly already made me dizzy and excited just from expectation So resolved I decided to do everything I put on a dress that was up to my mid-thighs, high heeled sandals, special hair style and no panties. Yes, that Saturday, I simply didn't wear any underwear when we went upstairs to Mr Carlos' apartment. When we got there I looked into his eyes and gave him a slight smile which was immediately returned as if it understood the same smile I had given. Unlike previous times, I strategically searched for some place where he could see me. Of course I went to magazines and found what I especially sought. Anxiously I reached the middle and there was a handwritten note: "I wanted to see you like this"... There was a girl on his lap with naked bellies grabbing as if for punishment. It was a picture that I had already seen there last Saturday, but still it gave me some kind of spasm. From then on whenever an opportunity came up, which only he could see, I would open my legs indecently. I just wanted to be in his lap like this getting slapped by him, so I thought... When one of those moments when I realized that he saw my legs opening without underwear, I got really dizzy. Her tongue walked across her white mustache, moistening it like someone is going to lick the plate. I got so wet that I was afraid of getting my dress wet beyond the couch and awkwardly ran into the bathroom. Wow! Shouldn't have come without underwear, I thought, what now? The dress leaned down unnoticed by me and even slipped a little bit wetting a good part with water coming out of the sink. I gave a slight smile imagining they would think I had peed on their clothes. I knew after the game everyone went home and as usual drank heavily then slept. Paul I knew this was true. So I decided to go home. I was quickly trying to formulate a plan. Guys, I'm going to have to get home. Something came into my mind. They did that Aaahhhh!! Prolonged with some comments. I halfway sidelined so they wouldn't see my wet dress and told them that I had to forward correspondence sent by my boss until four o'clock which is what it reminds me of now and if given I would come back. I don't know if he understood the look, but correspondence really existed, only there was no such urgency. When I got home I saw that it could not have actually even stayed there, the dress was already getting wetter. Just changed, put on another good-looking one, just shorter and would not be able to have placed him without underwear and sat down in that sofa because it was too short, but also had no way of wetting me. I opened up my computer and did everything I needed to do by going through with this for about an hour and nothing from Paul descent. I called Livia, my mother-in-law to find out about Paulinho. That's where he always stayed on Saturday and sometimes Sunday as well. My mother-in-law would go to the house and pick up Paulinho. It was already a rule. But knowing that I never called him, but then for the first time I did it.
I decided to get out of the house so that Paul wouldn't see me since he would only come and sleep, then wake up the next day.
I even forgot that I was wearing the shortest dress and ran down the stairs. With my heart racing with nervousness and anxiety, I went to the playground for a little walk so everyone could get home. It took me just as long as it should have taken; I jumped on the elevator at full blast of excitement and reached Mr Carlos's floor. After all, I had never really thought about betraying Paulo one day. At his doorstep an overwhelming nerve seized me. My fingertips trembled and doubts came flooding in. Oh dear God, I couldn't do this with Paul! Soon I, he would never suspect me, always so right and avoiding many things that he asked for. But I couldn't stay there, someone could pass by. Or leave once in a while... The pictures came back to my mind. It was too late to turn around. Before pressing the doorbell I sighed deeply and without any doubt I squeezed it like this tremula. He opened the door and the smell of soap with his slightly wet hair denounced a recent bath. And instead of bermuda and shirt, he wore a robe with a small lace at waist level. We stood thus few seconds on the silent door. He looked at me in the eyes and understood all my awkward attitude. I could even feel slightly shaking of legs. Almost unintentionally, I stared directly into his huge penis that was almost enormous which marked behind a robe denouncing lack of underwear. Was it really as big as on pictures? Then he seemed bigger to me. And appeared to grow larger before my curious look paralyzed or because of my gaze. I was mute and static, did not know what to say or do when he spoke smiling delicately Enter Roberta neighbors are very gossipy about this walk. I didn't know what to say even knowing that everyone had already gone away, I asked where everybody was and he said they were all gone and gently let me in closing the door immediately with a key without getting too close at this moment. This dress is not like you are wearing it looks shorter Lord did not tell him how beautiful my legs look He managed to whisper into an intersecting hoarse timid voice which seemed as if it would never come out And I ended up thinking I have spoken some big nonsense It seems to understand my embarrassment That really nice one Roberta comes in, feels at home and sits down. I'm still awkwardly sitting there. In an instinctive, automatic act, I closed my legs and tried to lower the dress a little bit more and smile of my own childishness. Standing behind the table opening up a beer he said: Can you make yourself comfortable Robert You don't drink do you? Her legs are really beautiful, not very thick and never too thin. And completely smooth. Lift up a little bit Roberta please, just a little. I lifted still shy and the dress was stuck on top of it. Linda Roberta! Linda. You can sit down Roberta And I sat right away. I could no longer tape him in his eyes and kept my head slightly lowered. But headache left me groggy as ever, kind of fragile, surrendered. He walked to the sofa with glass still in hand and sat next to me. She liked the pictures Roberta asked gently and placing her glass on the floor to the right of the sofa she put her right hand over my right knee and I start smoothing it out. I remember that he sat down at my right side exactly so his hand would go across his right arm and touch me back to talking about your legs roberta is delicious you have a few golden hairs, this makes it easier isn't roberta doesn't need to be scraping all the time? i did yes with my head and smiled shyly And he began to smooth the inside of my right thigh with his same right hand and squeeze it gently, delicately without stopping, doing a kind of massage while speaking. The inner part then has almost no hair. The roughness of his slightly calcified hand and the memory of her beating on the girl with red butt was leaving me dizzy nearly fainting. So delivered, I closed my eyes and sighed almost moaning. And only opened again when I felt his mustache gnawing at my mouth and kissed me sucking my lips. I almost involuntarily opened my legs a little bit more, waiting for him to come up with his hand and touch me where I was eager that he would.
Robert? I said yes timidly with my head not knowing what to say. So I asked tremula: Who is the girl? She's a married whore like you, from inside SP who loved that I took pictures. I have complete equipment for photos and filming and she always wanted me to take pictures and shoot so as to take some pictures and films. But her case is different than yours. It seems that her husband liked seeing it. You can rest assured that of you I won't take photographs. But did you enjoy the photos isn't Roberta? Actually all of them excited me very much I didn't know what to answer. But really there was one that it seems he had guessed, the message from today. The Lord left with a message today. I spoke and smiled making charms. He talked non-stop smoothing my thighs but without reaching where I wanted his hand reached. Ah! When she lies on my lap belly so I hit her ass is not? I did yes already half tearful. Already understand where he wants to go. So lay here by your stomach Roberta Anda! As I got up to lie in his lap on my stomach felt my legs completely swollen. Lift your dress and leave the bundle out your whore. You will now be treated like this Roberta. Bitch! Why is that you're understood? I started crying without knowing very well because I cried, doing yes with my head and lying on my belly on his lap with the dress raised he still buried everything q gave of my panties leaving all my ass outside and I am full of pleasure. Do you know why you are a bitch Roberta? But I should have known Roberta, and she slapped me hard on my white ass making a thin howl come out of my tearful mouth in oh. Why did I betray that horn Roberta and struck again, this time more forcefully? Something from another world filled me with an almost delirious ecstasy. I was someone else and didn't know I could unite pleasure and pain like that. I wanted to hear his voice. Let him say something. Did not know he is a whore isn't it Robert? Again I said no with the head. Now you see? You know you're a whore, Roberta?
Roberta? Take a good look at your bitch. I'm her owner. And she unzipped another lid and I already imagined how red my ass should be by now. But it was an indescribable pleasure what I felt. It wasn't just the painful pleasure, but also the joy of being there so exposed and humiliated like that. If you were marked then I would see what he did, I could no longer think about consequence in this situation. That white butt is getting very reddish Roberto won't let Paulo see Robertta. And that thing of being my master, having a puppy-like owner increased my pleasure even more... And he knocked again at this time. Do you know that it has a dog owner? Immediately I said yes with my head wondering about the thing. So I want to see his bitch, if she kneels down here on the floor and will suck me from the toe of my foot until my hard cock to eat you. If not sucking as I want catch him. He slipped his ass forward more exposing its dick and her bag. Come! There was nothing else in the world. It was only one master and a whore. I sucked thirsty and passed my tongue between his fingers as he seemed to want it, like no one had ever thought of doing in this life. Proud that I was not so! Lift up your face. And when I got up there came the first slap on the cheek. No, bitch. Put your hands on the table that I'm going to eat you there. More than quickly, anxious for this thing lake in my vagina got up running and holding his dress up and leaned against the table leaning back. Look, I did not know that sex could give so much pleasure to someone. When Mr Carlos came with just the head of the thing I enjoyed instantly. He was hitting me butt and more as he spoke, Ta seeing how a whore? And I only mocked and screamed hallucinated. Until finally he took it all off and pulled my head by the hair, bringing my mouth to his dick and immediately began mocking. Swallows Roberta! Licking up and swallowing. And I hallucinatedly obeyed. Swallowed like no one else in the world had ever done before. When we seemed to have reached our end, an incredible feeling of lightness came over me. It was as if I'd unloaded a whole weight that I didn't know I carried. Be careful that the horn doesn't see your ass all red, eh! Ah! Second you work isn't it? Yes I take nine from Monday to Friday. So ta. It is because this Monday I will only be working in the afternoon and was thinking of receiving your visit. But can we let go, we make an appointment later for another time, opportunity will not miss us now. Do you need something Roberta? Is there anything I can help? No Mr Carlos, Lord has already done too much and smiles pleased with him. I went down the ladder more useful fearing someone could see me at that hour dressed like that. Fortunately, when I got home Paul wasn't there. He must have woken up and left. Exhausted, I changed my clothes putting the dress to wash and lay in bed almost fainting from a sudden fatigue that arose on me. The Sunday after this first time, I can consider it as normal. We went for lunch at my mother-in-law's house like we usually do on Sundays and returned late afternoon. But when night came and Paulinho was already sleeping and Paulo and I were ready to go to sleep too, the memory of Mr Carlos started coming back strongly. I was in a long sweater and the biggest of my panties, facing Paul's side when he leaned behind me with his stick already hard as usual. It burned right where he stood and I remembered the tapas. This unusual situation began to fill me with different stubbornness but of course he couldn't see me naked especially from back down so I decided to give him a blow job that had never been done before
My name is Roberta I'm 1.68cm 60kg don't give any princess but am a beautiful woman with a nice body medium breasts and an butt q draws much attention. How good that finally found a space where i can vent the incredible unexpected experience lived by me something, in my high 31 years being 8 of them married never really thought to go through all this. I got married at 23 . And he was younger , only one year older than me. But it was after 6 years of marriage that I discovered myself as I never thought would be or who I am And I also think it's kind of silly for me to stand here and say that what I am about to tell you is exactly what happened. It's all completely true, and I try to tell it in the best way possible, but I don't know if I can do it very well. Well, everything started when this gentleman who will be called Carlos moved into this building. He came by company he works at. That's right, I didn't go with his face. I think it was my prejudice maybe. Half-bald of big white whiskers, he had white hair also on the chest and belly that grew protruding just below the breast making that volume of old people who drink a lot of beer and quite tall at more than 1.90 cm in height, always exhibited that stomach which although not yet very large but stood out along with the hairs through shirts almost fully open or even without them. He wasn't too clear about height but certainly over 1.90. And for 52 years he was well-preserved despite his belly and slight baldness. But I also found it very daring the way he looked at me, even knowing that I was married with a three year old boy running back and forth. Every time he saw me in the play of the building did not miss an opportunity to say a joke: Few women have children but still keep their body like this. They were such empty compliments, things like that. Until on a barbecue which I do not remember exactly what to celebrate we were almost all from the building and he was bolder than ever! I had never seen such a lady in shorts so small. Her legs are much prettier than I thought...I immediately ran and turned my face to him showing all my indignation. After some time at that same party, with Paulinho on his lap, I looked up and saw Mr. Carlos in high heels with my husband Paulo. The conversation was lively and Paulo laughed together with Mr. Charles who also laughs non-stop. Me, religiously faithful, raised under rigid training, did not like this intimacy of Paulus with the old man who stood over it, one way or another, giving away his wife. I went to Paul and called him discreetly, said that I didn't feel very well and wanted to go away. I remember there was some reluctance and embarrassment because of my, let's say, rude behavior, but we ended up going. The next week Paul comes with the news. Roberta Mr Carlos invited us, Peter and his wife, to play cards in his apartment and have a beer. Of course I wouldn't come. <unk>Ah! Paulo I am so sorry, but I won't not. <unk>But he's a good person Roberta. And it started that boring little argument until reluctantly and with disgust I ended up going there. But I put on some very discreet clothes so as not to give the old pervert any rags. A big shirt, also large pants and we went. I noticed his apartment well taken care of, clean and exuding even a pleasant perfume in the air. I thought: at least this! Carlos was more discreet, respectful towards me. Well maybe he understood who I was dealing with better that way so distractedly i took some magazines from the shelf while talking to Simone and started flipping through it there were several well-known magazines but had a q in between they had various erotic stories of women being punished TB had pictures of them getting their butt very red and ended up reading one of those stories at first thought about closing immediately magazine but curiosity eventually spoke louder When Simone got up to go to the bathroom, I felt more comfortable and could see better. In these pictures of girls who had been punished they seemed happy about it: They were spanked, appeared in a quadruple position grabbing their buttocks and backs; that was disturbing me. Pictures emerged of penetration into the vagina, anus, mouth, enjoying in the same mouth everything we'd seen before in movies or photos, but with one differential, they looked like being firmly chastised as I never saw them beforehand. Something strange, which I didn't even know hit my stomach first Then the thought disturbed me a little and I was getting kind of soft when unintentionally I put myself in one of them's place and could not stop turning the leaves and realized embarrassed that I was really becoming excited. Yes, I felt moisture growing between my legs and so I stayed half static and soft for some time until I heard Simone's voice. Roberta! Discreetly returning to myself, I closed the magazine in disguise so as not to demonstrate my strange excitement and led it back into the place below the others and unintentionally my eyes met those of Mr. Carlos , who strangely, unlike other people present there, seemed to perceive my state .I didn't look at him any more that afternoon. He really looked like he had seen all my shame and exhilaration. But Paul and I made love normally, but the pictures stayed with me in a certain way... What was making me question myself more is why that reaction. After all, as modest as I could be, there were no shortage of photos and filthy films to see. But the week went by normally and the magazine ended up being erased from my mind. Well, next Saturday another letter-writing session and beer and Simone and I are there. This time for Mr Carlos's respectful behaviour, I didn't feel it necessary to go so lowbrow anymore. I put on a somewhat fairer bermuda and an ordinary sleeveless T-shirt with white bra like the shirt. The Bermuda was faded blue jeans. I realized that it made me look a little better without knowing exactly why. I greeted Mr. Carlos as always discreetly, and everything went normally. Once sitting down on the couch like last week, my curiosity to see the magazine again began to grow and somehow excited me. Would the magazine still be there? It was only Simone who got up ready to go to the bathroom when I grabbed the magazine in time. Carlos was sitting with his back to me, so he wouldn't see me fiddling around in the magazines which made me feel even more at ease. I fumbled and hummed until I found a magazine - it was the penultimate one of them all: The same magazine; its cover had already been engraved. Just like anyone who wants nothing started passing out pages. The picture where the girl was getting a slap from the bald, strong man right on his ass and immediately following it where she turned her face writhing in pain and looking at the cynically smiling man made me imagine that I was the girl there and my stomach twitched, my hand trembled slightly over the magazine sheet and the voices of people playing cards were getting away. I remembered a picture that had moved me more like this the previous week and immediately turned to look for it, and to my surprise there were some loose pictures in the middle of the magazine which I did not notice last week. It was a bunch of loose photos. In the first photo, a girl who wasn't as pretty as the one from the magazine leans on a table turning her ass all around to catch up with him and a man with an enormous penis (much bigger than Paulo's) and incredibly hard raises his hand mentioning he will slap you very strongly. But when I looked closer and saw the man, slightly belly with white whiskers realized now clearly and trembled it was Mr. Carlos a strange sensation took hold of me so half-aerial i moved curious to the second photo he is now entirely in front being easy to identify his face and I could even see the bag of its huge penis hanging and him smiling incredibly pleasant look and girl kneeling just licking his sack everything was unbelievably big i went on other photos I had already come like this, to put myself in the place of the girl from the magazine and without even realizing it I traveled as if I were there in those photos also in that girl's place and when I realized traveling like that, I immediately went back into the photo he was slapping. The ass was red by then she should have taken other capes and her face twisted with pain.. It was a trip like this , kind of unintentionally, Despite all the disgust that old man could have caused me one day, it was inevitable and when I felt my panties completely soaked and contracted my entire vagina, I heard Paul's distant voice. Roberta! Wake up woman! Don't you want to play? Everyone looked at me on the table, including Mr Carlos. Embarrassed, shyly put back the magazine underneath the others, far below, as if not really wanted other people see and stood up apologizing for myself. Sorry, I think I am not feeling well, I must go. I lowered my head and left without saying goodbye to anyone. When I got home, it reminded me of Paulino at my mother-in-law's house and I ran to the bathroom for a shower feeling dirty from those thoughts. My incredibly wet underwear even soaked in Bermuda shorts and increased my embarrassment. But when warm water fell on me and my eyes closed automatically, my right hand slid across my naked body and images of Mr Carlos photos yes not magazine pictures and her men, A picture of his fingers gently squeezing the nipples on this girl's breasts made me think that I was her when I pressed mine tight. Inevitably, my right hand went down to my vagina and touched hard at my clitoris massaging it non-stop. The pictures of his incredibly large penis, its claps giving off a pleasurable face, penetration into everything from anus to vagina to mouth swept through my mind as one slide after another came in faster than I could have imagined with tremendous force seeming to be held back for centuries. And I even cried as if it was myself who had caught... After that, for at least two days, an incredible shame fell on me. On Monday when going to work guess with whom I meet leaving the building? Exactly Mr Carlos shouted, dead of embarrassment and I thought he doesn't know why my shame.... Hi Robertra, good morning. Sorry but daughter, from what I can see you don't like me very much. I am sorry if in any way treated her badly. It wasn't my intention. I want to take this opportunity to find you so apologize anyway. Embarrassed and with my head lowered, I managed to say something like "There's nothing wrong Mr. Carlos", he hurried his steps saying goodbye. My daughter has a meeting and I am late. Don't hold it against me saw Roberta. Congratulations. But that very day in the afternoon came back to mind pictures of him. I was getting excited but could concentrate on work again. But at night when I realized that Paulo was already asleep the pictures came back full force and when I saw him in the bathroom with a tube of deodorant tucked between his legs and quick fingers massaging clitoris. In my mind, I chose a picture and imagined myself giving sequence and life to the photo instead of the girl until it exploded into joy which even had difficulty keeping silence not to wake up neither father nor son... And so shame did not only pass during the week but some anxiety arrived like never before for Saturday ... And no matter how much I tried to get the pictures and thoughts out of my mind, they seemed to surprise me and come back stronger and more alive during that whole week making me fall into constant masturbation even going so far as masturbating in a company bathroom on Thursdays. On Friday nights, I know some people from this building used to frequent play bar and Paulo would arrive later. I know why eventually I even went to play while Paulo didn't arrive because Friday always comes a little later and goes into the play for drinking his last beer and sometimes I would go there with Paulinho waiting for him. Incredible how all that disgust seemed not only disappear, as if transformed in an uncontrollable stubbornness causing me a change beyond radical you will understand i just put on those shorts from that barbecue You see, I had somehow retired him because he was too short but that night I suspended it even more carefully letting the pulp of my butt appear and went down to play. My God what am I doing? I thought and these thoughts were not enough to restrain me so I came down with Paulinho dressed like this. I greeted everyone when I walked by the bar especially Mr Carlos who surely noticed my change as I hardly ever said hello before. He must have thought that's why you spoke to me on Monday But he noticed my clothes and soon came to us playing with Paulinho, and we started a slow walk around the courtyard moving away from the bar while talking banalities. This boy's face is becoming more beautiful every day; his mother was looking at me again when she added: "You see Roberta? My compliments are spontaneous like this". I smiled half without grace. And you really are pretty. You have very nice legs too. I couldn't help but say that on that occasion. That time I just laughed and wasn't indignant as then in the barbecue. And he, an experienced one, could see that certain offer in my smile which now craved for more compliments. And really a body like this after having a baby is extremely rare Roberta. Now some current passing through me softened me with his words and what was once indignation became stubbornness. One thing Robert, you'll excuse me but I have to say, something I admire about you are also your breasts, yes your boobs. You may find them small but they are just as beautiful as I think... Without any further discretion, I deliberately pulled my shorts straight up and pointed sharply at my vagina under his glum eyes which seemed to demonstrate an enormous satisfaction with this radical change of mine. I even had to find a way to show him that I'd completely changed in relation to him. At the time I had to make it very clear. And when Paulino passed by me like this crying wanting to put on I saw this chance, I intentionally turned around and stooped down to catch Paulino. I leaned down exaggeratedly, keeping the part of my butt all facing him, even making the shorts go in a little bit more and actually took much longer than necessary in that position. When I got up with Paulinho already on his lap, he sighed and spoke softly: Linda! Delightful Roberta. This time I could not contain a malicious smile. He then more than quickly offered to take him in his arms, causing the back of his right hand to slip over my left breast making me shiver all around Him, always experienced, seeing my reaction returned with his hand to the same place pretending that he was playing with Paulinho. I sighed slightly closing his eyes while using the backs of the fingers of his Right Hand, held tightly the beak of my Left Breast which was only covered by the T-shirt. At the exact moment when they called you at the bar. You have a game tomorrow, are you going there? Yes of course Mr. Carlos I answered wet and anxious When it came time for us to go to the letters I could no longer withstand my anxiety How can I please him so that he does not blink avoid Paul's gaze but I felt that I did not belong anymore And possible pain in conscience was immediately replaced by desire which incredibly already made me dizzy and excited just from expectation So resolved I decided to do everything I put on a dress that was up to my mid-thighs, high heeled sandals, special hair style and no panties. Yes, that Saturday, I simply didn't wear any underwear when we went upstairs to Mr Carlos' apartment. When we got there I looked into his eyes and gave him a slight smile which was immediately returned as if it understood the same smile I had given. Unlike previous times, I strategically searched for some place where he could see me. Of course I went to magazines and found what I especially sought. Anxiously I reached the middle and there was a handwritten note: "I wanted to see you like this"... There was a girl on his lap with naked bellies grabbing as if for punishment. It was a picture that I had already seen there last Saturday, but still it gave me some kind of spasm. From then on whenever an opportunity came up, which only he could see, I would open my legs indecently. I just wanted to be in his lap like this getting slapped by him, so I thought... When one of those moments when I realized that he saw my legs opening without underwear, I got really dizzy. Her tongue walked across her white mustache, moistening it like someone is going to lick the plate. I got so wet that I was afraid of getting my dress wet beyond the couch and awkwardly ran into the bathroom. Wow! Shouldn't have come without underwear, I thought, what now? The dress leaned down unnoticed by me and even slipped a little bit wetting a good part with water coming out of the sink. I gave a slight smile imagining they would think I had peed on their clothes. I knew after the game everyone went home and as usual drank heavily then slept. Paul I knew this was true. So I decided to go home. I was quickly trying to formulate a plan. Guys, I'm going to have to get home. Something came into my mind. They did that Aaahhhh!! Prolonged with some comments. I halfway sidelined so they wouldn't see my wet dress and told them that I had to forward correspondence sent by my boss until four o'clock which is what it reminds me of now and if given I would come back. I don't know if he understood the look, but correspondence really existed, only there was no such urgency. When I got home I saw that it could not have actually even stayed there, the dress was already getting wetter. Just changed, put on another good-looking one, just shorter and would not be able to have placed him without underwear and sat down in that sofa because it was too short, but also had no way of wetting me. I opened up my computer and did everything I needed to do by going through with this for about an hour and nothing from Paul descent. I called Livia, my mother-in-law to find out about Paulinho. That's where he always stayed on Saturday and sometimes Sunday as well. My mother-in-law would go to the house and pick up Paulinho. It was already a rule. But knowing that I never called him, but then for the first time I did it.
I decided to get out of the house so that Paul wouldn't see me since he would only come and sleep, then wake up the next day.
I even forgot that I was wearing the shortest dress and ran down the stairs. With my heart racing with nervousness and anxiety, I went to the playground for a little walk so everyone could get home. It took me just as long as it should have taken; I jumped on the elevator at full blast of excitement and reached Mr Carlos's floor. After all, I had never really thought about betraying Paulo one day. At his doorstep an overwhelming nerve seized me. My fingertips trembled and doubts came flooding in. Oh dear God, I couldn't do this with Paul! Soon I, he would never suspect me, always so right and avoiding many things that he asked for. But I couldn't stay there, someone could pass by. Or leave once in a while... The pictures came back to my mind. It was too late to turn around. Before pressing the doorbell I sighed deeply and without any doubt I squeezed it like this tremula. He opened the door and the smell of soap with his slightly wet hair denounced a recent bath. And instead of bermuda and shirt, he wore a robe with a small lace at waist level. We stood thus few seconds on the silent door. He looked at me in the eyes and understood all my awkward attitude. I could even feel slightly shaking of legs. Almost unintentionally, I stared directly into his huge penis that was almost enormous which marked behind a robe denouncing lack of underwear. Was it really as big as on pictures? Then he seemed bigger to me. And appeared to grow larger before my curious look paralyzed or because of my gaze. I was mute and static, did not know what to say or do when he spoke smiling delicately Enter Roberta neighbors are very gossipy about this walk. I didn't know what to say even knowing that everyone had already gone away, I asked where everybody was and he said they were all gone and gently let me in closing the door immediately with a key without getting too close at this moment. This dress is not like you are wearing it looks shorter Lord did not tell him how beautiful my legs look He managed to whisper into an intersecting hoarse timid voice which seemed as if it would never come out And I ended up thinking I have spoken some big nonsense It seems to understand my embarrassment That really nice one Roberta comes in, feels at home and sits down. I'm still awkwardly sitting there. In an instinctive, automatic act, I closed my legs and tried to lower the dress a little bit more and smile of my own childishness. Standing behind the table opening up a beer he said: Can you make yourself comfortable Robert You don't drink do you? Her legs are really beautiful, not very thick and never too thin. And completely smooth. Lift up a little bit Roberta please, just a little. I lifted still shy and the dress was stuck on top of it. Linda Roberta! Linda. You can sit down Roberta And I sat right away. I could no longer tape him in his eyes and kept my head slightly lowered. But headache left me groggy as ever, kind of fragile, surrendered. He walked to the sofa with glass still in hand and sat next to me. She liked the pictures Roberta asked gently and placing her glass on the floor to the right of the sofa she put her right hand over my right knee and I start smoothing it out. I remember that he sat down at my right side exactly so his hand would go across his right arm and touch me back to talking about your legs roberta is delicious you have a few golden hairs, this makes it easier isn't roberta doesn't need to be scraping all the time? i did yes with my head and smiled shyly And he began to smooth the inside of my right thigh with his same right hand and squeeze it gently, delicately without stopping, doing a kind of massage while speaking. The inner part then has almost no hair. The roughness of his slightly calcified hand and the memory of her beating on the girl with red butt was leaving me dizzy nearly fainting. So delivered, I closed my eyes and sighed almost moaning. And only opened again when I felt his mustache gnawing at my mouth and kissed me sucking my lips. I almost involuntarily opened my legs a little bit more, waiting for him to come up with his hand and touch me where I was eager that he would.
Robert? I said yes timidly with my head not knowing what to say. So I asked tremula: Who is the girl? She's a married whore like you, from inside SP who loved that I took pictures. I have complete equipment for photos and filming and she always wanted me to take pictures and shoot so as to take some pictures and films. But her case is different than yours. It seems that her husband liked seeing it. You can rest assured that of you I won't take photographs. But did you enjoy the photos isn't Roberta? Actually all of them excited me very much I didn't know what to answer. But really there was one that it seems he had guessed, the message from today. The Lord left with a message today. I spoke and smiled making charms. He talked non-stop smoothing my thighs but without reaching where I wanted his hand reached. Ah! When she lies on my lap belly so I hit her ass is not? I did yes already half tearful. Already understand where he wants to go. So lay here by your stomach Roberta Anda! As I got up to lie in his lap on my stomach felt my legs completely swollen. Lift your dress and leave the bundle out your whore. You will now be treated like this Roberta. Bitch! Why is that you're understood? I started crying without knowing very well because I cried, doing yes with my head and lying on my belly on his lap with the dress raised he still buried everything q gave of my panties leaving all my ass outside and I am full of pleasure. Do you know why you are a bitch Roberta? But I should have known Roberta, and she slapped me hard on my white ass making a thin howl come out of my tearful mouth in oh. Why did I betray that horn Roberta and struck again, this time more forcefully? Something from another world filled me with an almost delirious ecstasy. I was someone else and didn't know I could unite pleasure and pain like that. I wanted to hear his voice. Let him say something. Did not know he is a whore isn't it Robert? Again I said no with the head. Now you see? You know you're a whore, Roberta?
Roberta? Take a good look at your bitch. I'm her owner. And she unzipped another lid and I already imagined how red my ass should be by now. But it was an indescribable pleasure what I felt. It wasn't just the painful pleasure, but also the joy of being there so exposed and humiliated like that. If you were marked then I would see what he did, I could no longer think about consequence in this situation. That white butt is getting very reddish Roberto won't let Paulo see Robertta. And that thing of being my master, having a puppy-like owner increased my pleasure even more... And he knocked again at this time. Do you know that it has a dog owner? Immediately I said yes with my head wondering about the thing. So I want to see his bitch, if she kneels down here on the floor and will suck me from the toe of my foot until my hard cock to eat you. If not sucking as I want catch him. He slipped his ass forward more exposing its dick and her bag. Come! There was nothing else in the world. It was only one master and a whore. I sucked thirsty and passed my tongue between his fingers as he seemed to want it, like no one had ever thought of doing in this life. Proud that I was not so! Lift up your face. And when I got up there came the first slap on the cheek. No, bitch. Put your hands on the table that I'm going to eat you there. More than quickly, anxious for this thing lake in my vagina got up running and holding his dress up and leaned against the table leaning back. Look, I did not know that sex could give so much pleasure to someone. When Mr Carlos came with just the head of the thing I enjoyed instantly. He was hitting me butt and more as he spoke, Ta seeing how a whore? And I only mocked and screamed hallucinated. Until finally he took it all off and pulled my head by the hair, bringing my mouth to his dick and immediately began mocking. Swallows Roberta! Licking up and swallowing. And I hallucinatedly obeyed. Swallowed like no one else in the world had ever done before. When we seemed to have reached our end, an incredible feeling of lightness came over me. It was as if I'd unloaded a whole weight that I didn't know I carried. Be careful that the horn doesn't see your ass all red, eh! Ah! Second you work isn't it? Yes I take nine from Monday to Friday. So ta. It is because this Monday I will only be working in the afternoon and was thinking of receiving your visit. But can we let go, we make an appointment later for another time, opportunity will not miss us now. Do you need something Roberta? Is there anything I can help? No Mr Carlos, Lord has already done too much and smiles pleased with him. I went down the ladder more useful fearing someone could see me at that hour dressed like that. Fortunately, when I got home Paul wasn't there. He must have woken up and left. Exhausted, I changed my clothes putting the dress to wash and lay in bed almost fainting from a sudden fatigue that arose on me. The Sunday after this first time, I can consider it as normal. We went for lunch at my mother-in-law's house like we usually do on Sundays and returned late afternoon. But when night came and Paulinho was already sleeping and Paulo and I were ready to go to sleep too, the memory of Mr Carlos started coming back strongly. I was in a long sweater and the biggest of my panties, facing Paul's side when he leaned behind me with his stick already hard as usual. It burned right where he stood and I remembered the tapas. This unusual situation began to fill me with different stubbornness but of course he couldn't see me naked especially from back down so I decided to give him a blow job that had never been done before
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