When small surprises solve big problems

Just for a change I was in that drought of giving grief looking for a blowjob to fuck or a dick to suck when the desperation hit me to solve this situation anyway making me resort to the unbelievable; I went in search of a garbage collector who usually frequents my neighborhood seeking items that can make him some money thinking about offering you an opportunity. After hearing my proposal, Sandra, the waste picker muted exhibiting a thoughtful air which left me somewhat distressed with the delay in responding.
After lunch, I'll come over to your house and do whatever you want... if it pleases me don't have to pay.
Of course, I accepted without thinking and we closed the deal for the agreed moment; I had just finished lunch when the bell rang; I went down to the gate and saw that it was Sandra; We entered and remained in the room with her looking around to position herself. "If you're going to be right here, put this pin out!" she announced showing some urgency. Immediately, I lowered my bermuda exposing my already stiff pin; Sandra approached and held him with one hand examining details; soon afterwards she knelt and took the raw into his mouth starting a juicy nipple. I confess, I was so anxious for that blow job... That I didn't ask anything else of Sandra. Because the truth is to see her naked.
<unk>Hummm, what a sweet itch! You want to get into me?<unk> she praised already thinking of something else; Sandra was a black woman in her fifties with the face marked by life, slightly full body and way of bitch; Of course I didn't make myself begging accepting the proposal; we were naked and she got down on her knees on the sofa exhibiting the roll bundle and taking care to let separate buttocks shining shows his pale little mouth and misty; She wasted no time burying that stick at gratinity which was hot and very wet, beating hard and impetuously, listening to Sandra twin made puppy dog in heat. I climbed with a lot of courage not only because I needed it but also because my partner surprised me both in the question of what was arranged and how we ended up. And after some good kicks on that appetizing bottle,
At the end of it all I asked if she wanted to take a bath, but Sandra thanked stating eloquently: "I'm going home anyway because if that horn wants to fuck me he will stick his dick in your pussy!"; I ended up giving her a small compliment which at first refused to accept, but was eventually overcome by my insistence. I thought this climb would leave me relieved for quite some time ..., read mistake! In two days there I was climbing through the walls again! And this time had no way, so decided to go into ignorance accessing classified bastards. Since finding women who are not GP on these sites is something impossible, I resorted to the famous "man searches for man". I found a certain Lucas, heavyset, fat and crazy for fun in someone else's alcove wasting no time getting in touch with him.
Just like me, Lucas was an objective subject and through whatsapp we got to know each other better and already fixed some points regarding the possibility of a meeting; after an intense exchange of messages we arranged a meeting for the next morning (my preferred time!) at a Metro station near home; We exchanged facial photos so that we could identify ourselves and everything worked out. As he walked toward me the next morning, I observed the subject more closely; Luke was indeed a seated man with well-trimmed and combed gray hair, no beard or moustache on his face, body slightly overweight and an air of adoring naiveté.
We greeted each other formally and got into my car heading for the hotel that I know well, which is very close to where we were staying; as soon as I closed the door of the room this guy came up crazy about a kiss; I gave him several wet kisses with abused tongue feeling his hand squeezing my pistol over my trousers. We took off our clothes in wild gestures and went to bed where I let him taste my wig any way he wanted. Although I had hoped we'd make it half past nine, Lucas didn't seem interested in having my wig on another hole in his body. When I asked him what position he preferred, Lucas replied that it was "doggy style" because he liked to feel the spit entering forcefully into his briocho; he took a stance and I made sure to lick the sap by salivating on it before giving good thumbs in the hole to the sound of moans from the bastard who himself enjoyed all this.
I took a position and gave vigorous nudges against the brioche until I was able to insert the rosary lacing the damaged one and making my partner let loose an acute, prolonged groan; proceeded by entering little by little enjoying the sensory experience that this penetration provided me together with the moans, sighs and hysterical screams of my partner who giggled without retreating from the anal tournament; when my balls felt scratching Lucas' joy I remained motionless for several minutes just savoring the moment while stroking and tearing his fat, smooth buttocks. After that luxurious moment I began a series of violent kicks, even shaking Lucas's body until it was no longer screaming like a dog in heat!
The feeling I experienced was indescribable with me kicking Lucas' ass, he moaning and screaming full of hard-on and still entitled to receive sound slaps on his buttocks accompanied by very vulgar expressions; throughout the fuck I called him a whore, little bitch, shameless slut and everything else that came into my mind intensifying the punches and surprising myself when discovering that the bastard had an experience for the butt! Finally I felt shivers and spasms announcing the arrival of my climax, which occurred soon after a succession of faster and deeper movements; joy came over straining my muscles and provoking profuse ejaculation to irrigate Lucas' rectum.
We were both sweaty, exhausted and a little short of breath. I made sure to calmly wait for my pistol to wither away from Lucas's brioche without any movement being required. We lay down next to each other looking for the necessary recovery after so much effort, something our age demands in an unforgivable way. I took one look at Luke's wig which even half-mast had interesting dimensions but when I tried to negotiate a blow job he declined saying that he was not attracted by this variation. After a few more kisses and baths together, we got dressed. I left him at the subway station on my way home feeling somewhat relieved.
Days later I took my car to the fast wash and unfortunately found it closed; picking up here and there indicated another more or less close to my house; arriving there I saw that this was a place with some sophistication specialized in conventional laundries and those called eco-friendly; I parked my car in an exhaust area while a blonde came towards me; greeted me cheerfully in voice already wanting to know what my preference of service is; told her that she wanted a conventionable wash. "Look, since you seem to be a nice person I have an offer: I'm offering organic laundry for the same price as conventional ones. What do you think?"
- And what is the reason for this offer, if I may ask?
"The reason is quite simple", she replied with a smile. If you like the process, I think it will always be your preference; otherwise my attempt was worthwhile!
While Marta was explaining the advantages of such an ecological washing, I began to observe her: she must be between fifty-five and sixty years old, dyed blonde, shoulder high hair, brown eyes, endowed with an interesting body even wearing naked clothes like jeans and a wide shirt with sleeves adding to all this some intriguing charm. After hearing her feigning attentiveness I agreed to that proposal and she informed me that the whole process should take from forty minutes to one hour. <unk>Why don't you leave me your address and I will ask to take the car home?<unk>, she suggested already throwing out her mobile phone.
-I do accept, but on one condition! <unk> I responded tactfully also throwing hand of my apparatus <unk> that you come deliver me the car ..., and we have a coffee at my expense ... , does it?
"Look, I don't usually do this... but for the sake of coffee I will make an exception!" she replied cheerfully.
At first, we just exchanged cell phone numbers and I left already thinking about the possibilities that this washing could bring me. It was after two in the afternoon when I received a message from Marta telling me that her car was ready and asking for my address; I typed what she asked and waited until her arrival which occurred shortly thereafter with her insistence to park the car inside the garage and then show me all the positive results that ecological cleaning provided; of course I pretended attention, although I was much more interested in observing its charm-filled beauty.
We went up to the kitchen, and while I was preparing a full-bodied espresso for Martha I still heard her rant about this wash of the next millennium. "I understand you're not married! Am I right?"
"How do you know that?" she asked, breaking the silence between us.
-It seems simple to me ..., you don't have anyone to talk with <unk> I responded in a calm tone <unk> so channeled all your energy into his enterprise and thus manages to capture the attention of the interlocutor and drive away loneliness that feels..., right, is not it?
"How can you do that?" she asked in a dazed and hesitant tone.
-No, I'm nothing like that! <unk>I replied in a gentle tone of voice. I just observe people..., and since the first time I saw you I had this impression ..., and there is more: I think you were married and unhappy!
"I can't believe you got it right again!" she exclaimed in a tone of surprise.
-And today loneliness is bothering you, isn't it? I asked again and was already suspicious of the answer. It's hard not to have someone to talk with...
-But, you're not a lonely person <unk> she retorted pointing to ring on my ring finger <unk> must have a wife...
- Yes, I'm married <unk> interrupted already anticipating the way of conversation <unk> but that does not mean that I do not feel lonely ..., desiring..., coveting ... just like you!
"Look, don't be upset but I have to go", she said in a way that was deflecting the issue.
-I understand..., but what things? <unk> I crossed the question while approaching my card to the payment machine <unk> close your business ..., go home ..., take a bath ..., taste some wine and then sleep?
"You're right again!" she said emphatically, "but I can live with it.
But whenever you want, I'm at your disposal.
Martha accepted already informing that she didn't need to return to the quick lava pointing her way home which stood in a small horizontal condominium not far from where we were; it was an uncomplicated farewell with a feeling that we hadn't yet finished what we started. Days went by becoming weeks without Martha giving any sign of life, until she unannounced sent a message inviting me to return the coffee at her house that same afternoon; I realized it seemed like a test with her assuming that I would not attend due to being married but she didn't know about half-Mass and I accepted.
Martha waited for me at the door of her residence wearing a top that could barely contain her full breasts and a bermuda so fair its outline made it clear there was nothing else underneath; we went to the kitchen where she prepared drinks for both. "You know, I don't really yet know why I invited you?"
-You invited me because we are very similar <unk> I responded naturally approaching her who was leaning on the counter next to the sink <unk> and also think that you asked me because he felt like mitigating his loneliness with something more torrid.
"Hmm, is that why I'm out of my underwear?" she retorted with a naughty tone and provocative look. "Because you were hoping for us to ward off loneliness and feed our hard-on?
- There's only one way to find out. I answered by tying her around my waist, squeezing your body against mine! Now there is no turning back!
Kisses and groping followed each other in an almost endless whirlpool where I perceived Martha's wantingness and her need to feel desired; with measured movements I left her naked, and enjoyed the spectacle of her insinuating forms; holding her breasts tightly in my hands while eagerly sucking on her nipples alternately within my ravenous mouth delighting myself at hearing the shrill little moans of a female who was stunned by excitement; with quick and precise gestures she made herself sit down upon the counter and open her legs allowing me to tongue into her lovely bosom iculously shaved.
I tasted the nectar of her teasing, which burst forth without delay shortly after my initiating a tongue-bath in her warm and moist grotto, leaving Martha at the mercy of my oral dexterity; she leaned back still seated on the counter and opened herself up even further by stroking my head and pleading with me not to stop savoring her little mouthpiece.
At a certain point, already enraptured with desire I took up my position and brushed Martha's lip with the tip of my pistol already pulsating from lust and then buried the brute with a deep and forceful blow making my partner let out an hysterical scream of pleasure at feeling her cave invaded and filled by a hard pussy; bluntly began to punch vigorously while squeezing her breasts gently nibbling on her nipples causing her to experience a luxurious sensory domination promoted by me.
At certain moments, Martha seemed to convulse involuntarily as if she were jolted by the blows I delivered mercilessly, always touching my cock as deeply as possible, and her half-closed eyes coupled with prolonged groans and almost gasping sighs made it clear that she was subjecting herself to pleasure forgetting everything else; we remained in this exaggerated copulation for a good while with me enjoying the sight of her body being shaken by my nearly furious thrusts until I sensed that my physiology had already taken its toll.
"Ahnnn, Argh! Don't stop!" she shouted as I announced my near climax.
With this additional stimulus I accelerated the punches culminating in a gush of semen expelled into that already flooded bouquet and causing such an impact on Martha that she twisted herself in total physical and emotional uncontrol, enjoying one last pleasure that almost made her momentarily lose consciousness before relaxing the body by indulging in the mental pleasures of copulation which together we experienced; I confess that also for my part was on the verge of complete exhaustion, with sweat rushing through all pores and flowing abundantly at the same time as my breath still showed panting.
I helped Marta down from the balcony and naked we went to hydrate ourselves with lots of water; although our fuck was far beyond any expectation, I still felt a repressed desire that at that moment was blocked by my temporary physiological incapacity forcing me to seek some well-deserved rest. "If you promise something as good as what happened today, you can come back as many times as you want!" she replied emphatically when I asked her about the possibility of another meeting. Martha suggested that we take a bath together, and I acquiesced without blinking; under the shower with warm water running down our bodies we were caught in an uproar as Marta knelt before me and drew her pistol at the threshold of an erection which eventually took place inside her limp mouth.
And in an unthinking gesture she turned her back on me by stepping up her rear and spreading her legs offering herself for a fresh clash; I took my position rubbing the already stiffened pyrotechnic into its downward flow until finding the grotto which was once again invaded with vigor making Martha groan snatching at her butt just enough so that I could deliver some intense, punctuated pelvic blows which were not slow to give her another orgasmic succession celebrated with screams and moans. I used all my energy and expertise to push this new copulation to its limits, but unfortunately was defeated before the last round by ejaculating profusely inside a lambuzed cave of my partner who still managed to enjoy an enjoyment with taste deserved end for our meeting. Hardly had strength to reach my car and drive back home where I found myself alone since my wife traveled with my daughter. In the days that followed me and Marta exchanged several messages always expecting the next encounter.