Hungry Tales: The first (or last) night of the rest of a life

(Told by a friend): Some time ago I discovered that life is not only made up of choices, but also of taking the consequences of making them; after a broken marriage because my husband liked other people's beds so much more than ours, justifying that I didn't have a bullet in the needle to accompany him, and soon after seeing my self-esteem drip in the mud of the underground of a life made of disappointments, I threw it all away and went to fight. And that's how I became a manager, and some time later a co-owner of a sports academy where I discovered a niche for my business. However, even in the position of one of the owners I did not abolish myself in an office after numbers, graphs and surveys; what I really liked was to walk around the place, meet people and interact with them whenever possible; I say this because most of the men and women who worship the body forget the soul and the mind becoming slaves of the aesthetic dictatorship seeking a virtual notoriety that may or may not happen and if it does happen it will be for a time very scarce and without much meaning. Looking at those grumpy men, flaunting muscles based on protein and miraculous substance, I remembered my old physics teacher in high school saying that they were people so much like a neutron: lots of mass, but no charge! And thinking that way I tried hard not to fall into hysterical laughter; in fact after my separation, I focused all my energy on the business that sex became just a memory that was revisited occasionally through the solitary pleasure that served to relieve my tension (did I say tension?). However, a newly admitted student caught my attention; he was not young, but I found out some time later that he could be classed as an old man though he did not look so; his name was Prometheus and whenever he came to his exercise circuit guided by a staff, his gaze caused me a strange trembling as if his mere presence was enough to rekindle in me a long-buried excitement. Over time he greeted me and his smile added to his closeness further elevated the feeling that he provoked in me; we spent and kept healthy and very interesting conversations, where I discovered that Prometheus besides sympathetic possessed an intelligence and sagacity far above the people who usually attended the academy awakening and inciting my interest in him. The day when he, upon arriving, came to me holding my hand and kissing it, I felt my body react immediately; my nipples hardened until it hurt and my underwear became wet! So I was forced to separate us to run to the bathroom in my room and remove the intimate piece whose humidity was too copious. And the rhythm of our seemingly platonic relationship was evolving in such a subtle way that it took me a while to realize that my interest in him was reciprocated; I never felt like a beautiful woman, though I had my attractions; I was always a little overweight sporting a pair of plump breasts, protruding buttocks and thick thighs attributes that some men secretly and not publicly appreciate, which is why I controlled my impulses so as not to fall into some kind of trap caused by furtive and opportune copulation. Prometheus seemed to see me with other eyes exploring my body as if he was able to undress me with just a glance stimulating sensations that shook my body with a voracious excitement. Even though he was not a man of exuberant forms, he still maintained a well-groomed and desirable body. Many wet panties later, he came to my room inviting me to dinner; and he was so emphatic with an indomitable insistence that I ended up accepting. We arranged for Friday night with him insisting on picking me up leaving me beaten (and much wetter!); and as there were still two days to go I was agitated with all the preparations I had to make before the event; there were shopping, beauty salon and aesthetics and all the anxiety that consumed me in wet lingeries and nipples twitching, until finally the day came! I went down to the lobby of the building where I reside (one of the things I have left from my failed marriage), as soon as I received the e-mail from Prometheus that he was waiting for me; one last look in the elevator mirror to make sure that I was sweating in the not too short but obscenely tailored red dress, the high heels of the same shade, and an intimate lingerie that spared no effort in highlighting my attributes. Prometheus was also very stylish and lavishly charming with a pair of jeans, light blue social shirt, and sneakers sporting a shamelessly cheeky look! Inside his car we discussed amenities as well as some particulars of life to get to know each other better; in the stylish restaurant, we tasted fish and wine always between loose laughter and shameless chuckles. "The best thing for me would be you in my arms and who knows in my bed!" was his direct answer when I asked about dessert, causing me such an impact that I had the impression of feeling something warm flowing on the inner part of the thigh. And he didn't even give me time to ask if we were going to his or my house, because when I found myself we were again in his car heading to a destination that only he knew. Prometheus lived in a very fancy full-floor loft in an old building downtown, and then in the elevator he showed his footprint by pulling on my dress and fingering my swollen, horny little butt; we kissed while he played with my sex causing some delicious orgasms that to me were just the prelude to what I was craving for the rest of that night. In the wide hallway with the living room, Prometheus made me kneel as he opened his trousers putting out his thick, stiff roll. I started to suck that cock sucking like there was no tomorrow and tearing many moans from that naughty and tasty male; we stayed in this game for a long time until he promised to pull me hugging me so that we kissed a little more; and it's not that the bastard had caught! In a few minutes I was naked in his hands with his mouth eagerly sucking my nipples and making me release countless moans and sighs; well he knew that I wanted more and didn't waste any more time in taking me to bed. Lying in the enormous bed with my legs apart I let Prometheus open my little mouth and lick as much as he wanted or could while enjoying an endless sequence of orgasms that made me scream in a state of hysteria longing for that moment to have no end and when he penetrated me with his body over mine exerting a delicious pressure while his cock invaded my vagina whispering loving words in my ear, kissing me and enjoying my nipples I went into absolute ecstasy with the pleasure flowing incontinent shortly before the beginning to give a torrid punishment made of rapid and deep penetrations whose result was an orgasmic frenzy that almost made me lose my senses. It wasn't long before our pores were releasing droplets of sweat, leaving us deliciously drooling with gasping breaths and the wish that there was still enough time to enjoy as much pleasure as possible. - I want it in my mouth! <unk> I answered when he warned me of his enjoyment by asking where I wanted to receive his cargo <unk> I want to drink your warm milk! Immediately Prometheus rose up, taking the pike out of my cave, kneeling beside my face as he unleashed a ferocious fist whose climax erupted into hot, slimy jets of semen that projected toward my face leaving me moody and smiling; I looked at him as he ran his fingers across my breasts and my face then took them to his mouth to sip the nectar of the male whose expression was pure exasperation. Shortly afterwards came the disappointment of hearing Prometheus's hoarse snoring that would put me to sleep, leaving me wanting a "bis!" I thought of my options: sleep too, hit a siren or leave; I opted for the latter not without first taking a refreshing shower and serving myself a dose of vodka that was on the counter of the living room bar. Winning the street in the middle of the night I decided not to ask for an app car and risk a little enjoying the hot ice while walking carefree. I noticed it when a utility car started following me ostensibly; the initial fear gave way to a raging excitement and I had to pay to see; at one point the vehicle accelerated a little by getting right next to me; I stopped and looked at the unfilmed glass that soon came down revealing the driver, a black man with a shaved head and a depraved look who wasted no time in inviting me to enter. "Of course not, princess! I'm no freak! ..., just offering a ride to a beautiful woman!" he replied when I hinted if he intended to rape me. Already inside the vehicle I was examining the subject who was a tall, stout black man with a slightly prominent belly and huge hands that I had imagined me groping everyone; getting to know us better I knew that his name was Armando, but everyone knew him as Fonseca; he owned a property security company, separated and without children; without ceremony he invited me to have something at his house and after making a charm I accepted. Fonseca lived in a horizontal condominium whose residence contained a contained sophistication. Sitting in the living room we talked about various subjects until he asked what I was doing in the middle of the night walking alone down the street. "I had a mind-blowing start to the night, but I wanted something delirious!" I replied with a wry chuckle. Upon hearing that the subject stood up and extended his hand to me; as soon as he pulled me back he glued his lips to mine enclosing a long and eager tongue-kiss; I shivered with the shivers caused by his huge hands groping my whole body, and I trembled as I touched the volume in his unparalleled trousers whose rigidity was beyond instigating, imagining the dimensions of that crude tool my underpants soaked in once again! Fonseca gently pulled me away and began to open his trousers lowering them until he released the vigorous one that jumped pointing towards me showing his huge rosary; I salivated at the sight of the caliber of the machine and controlled myself as much as I could before I knelt in front of the male holding the biscuit with both hands just before wrapping the glans between my lips realizing that it would barely fit in my mouth! I used all my oral dexterity to succeed in partially sucking the roll of Fonseca whose hands caressed my hair to the sound of his clothes groaning. Soon he took me in his arms and we went to the bedroom; surrounded by that exemplary male I felt the happiest female in the world remembering the criticism of my ex-husband and ready to show me how I really feel: a sensual and powerful woman! Fonseca laid me on the bed, and after undressing me with his hands and mouth, I felt his tongue in my mouth, enjoying it like someone tasting an exotic and juicy fruit; it didn't take much effort for that man who knew the game to make fun of me like a madman by forcing me to sigh, groan and finally scream; as he covered me with his body endowed with a thin covering of hair, Fonseca held the mast by brushing it on my grate and staring at my troubled face with excitement. "Now, little white bitch, you'll feel a real male!" he whispered before sticking it in with his force; I screamed madly as half of that pyroconus male bucket felt an immense excitement in my penis. "My God! What is this male stick? What is this rod?" Fonseca began to roar, while I thought it was over, as we began to succeed with a wave of his monstrous movements that caused an unstoppable sequence of monstrous orgasms. My cries grew louder, and not from pain, but from a pleasure that I had never felt in my life; for a long time Fonseca punished me with so many orgasms that I almost thought I would faint overcome by the sensations; and he went on without cooling off or measuring efforts in providing me with a really delirious dawn. He whispered bastards in my ear before kissing me and sucking my hard nipples, returning to kiss me in a succession of caresses without losing the rhythm of his strong kicks in the bucket. For me I would spend the rest of my life enjoying that handsome and affectionate male, but to my surprise, Fonseca still had ideas of other pleasures. At a certain moment he jerked his but and made me stand witches while pulling my butt while leaving his face buried in the trunk. The first licks of his tongue on my arse were alarming and even more so when he penetrated it with it running like a hard, hot and mealy little cock. "Yes! Yes! I want it! I never gave it, but I want you to be the first!" I replied when he asked if I had ever given my brioche to anyone; Fonseca licked and nibbled my buttocks and the moment he brushed the rosary in my gutter my whole body trembled; "It needs to be well lubricated so it doesn't hurt!" he said as I felt something cold and gelatinous licking my little ring; a few more brush strokes and suddenly something bulky poked hard a few times until breaking the forearms lacing the hole and moving forward; I suppressed my scream in the forehead biting it and demonstrating my pain to not let my partner fulfill his desire. It was a long and painful process, and it was only when the punches began at the same time that Fonseca was fingering my pussy that all the distress gave way to an immeasurable thirst that soon erupted into fruitful amusements that I made sure to celebrate with hysterical screams and prolonged moans. Sweating through all the pores Fonseca gave it all and when she sensed the arrival of her climax she pulled out the rough and offered me for a last blowjob that culminated in a profuse ejaculation that left me completely flattered. We fell asleep hugged like two teenagers exchanging kisses and caresses and early in the morning he made sure to take me to breakfast together. I think everyone around me could see that this was a happy, well-fed woman, because that was exactly how I felt. It was at that moment that I caught a glimpse of someone I knew at a table near us; it was my ex-husband accompanied by a little piranha; he exhibited a puzzled look unable to disguise his surprise; I stretched out both hands holding Fonseca's face and pulling it until we could kiss openly. Getting out of there hand in hand with Fonseca showing me off to the idiot of the ex really was something that had no price; and even if that had been the last night of the rest of my life I had enjoyed it as I deserved!