I never thought he 'd cheat .
I never thought he 'd cheat - 3
As I said at the end of part two, everything was ready. Paul would go out and I had all afternoon free.
Did your Carlos really like me that much? To the point of being so excited to know I'd be available only for him on Saturday? A little bit after those thoughts, the phone rang. It was your Carlos again. Roberta, can you come in with that dress you put here when you came back last Saturday? Yes, I think your Carlos should be washed up. Do you want me to go with it? Exactly Robert, but he wears panties, doesn't come without them; I love seeing my whore underwear.... Do the following, in about an hour or so you come with him that I have a surprise for you. I got a little anxious while bathing and getting dressed. I had no idea what could be the surprise but was already quite excited. The dress was white and decided also to put on some white panties remembering a very small and slightly transparent one at my front. I went before the mirror to see the effect it might cause therein. I suspended and lowered the dress several times seeing all of my body. I turned back with my dress up and could see the still existing redness caused by your Carlos's flappers. This joke seemed to excite me even more. I wondered, where did all these things come from that I didn't know about myself? I had looked at the clock when he spoke in an hour. Okay! Now it's one o'clock. I will go right away or call before that. I thought better to call so as not to have to come back and be here and there with this dress. What if he said a little hello? Hello your Carlos? An unknown voice answered the phone and I was really surprised. Sorry, must have been a mistake. I was already turning off when the voice spoken. Just for a moment. Yes now it was only the voice of your Carlos. Hi Roberta, my daughter can come but soon. And she hung up. I got confused! Who was it? Shouldn't I give the man with a strange voice some time to leave? Would he be leaving already? I put my hand on the phone and called again. This time your Carlos himself answered it. Who is this Charles of yours there. Has he left yet? Can I go now? My little whore can get married, come as soon as you are going out yes. I took one last look at the apartment and everything was in order. Without blinking any more I went outside. The door to his apartment was leaning down and he appeared opening it all when I arrived showing a smile of total satisfaction seeing that I dressed like he asked. Roberta enters right away. When I walked in, it was a shock. The man who rented the play bar had been sitting relaxing on his couch with a glass in hand. Now I remembered where I knew that voice from. He and his wife worked there when he wasn't around or both of them did at times when things were busy. I stood there completely stunned not knowing what to say or do. A blush came over my face as I went about figuring out the situation. My God! What should I do? It came out of my mouth as if I wanted an excuse for finding myself there dressed like that, without a husband or child... So me, Paul's faithful wife! No! Your Carlos is the one who had to help me now. Well then I am going no your Carlos? Please Roberta my little whore. You can come in and sit down at ease. John is someone I trust. No! I wasn't believing it. All thoughts assaulted me all at once and I was half-stupid thinking about how to justify myself to a man in such a situation. My God! There were no excuses. I remember that I still didn't really understand what was going on. Joao is the only one, in fact, my trust among all those who are crazy to eat you Roberta in this building. Your Carlos said it as he went closing the door behind me and putting his hands on my back gently leading me into a chair facing the sofa. That I felt like collapsing from exhaustion. The dress was too short and my legs were almost completely exposed to the man who sat on the sofa directly opposite me. I showed a clear difficulty in not letting him see my underwear, trying to put his hands out front which embarrassed me even more. It was a bush with no dog...I managed to look away from the man still thinking of an excuse and saw that he moved around on the couch with eyes glued to my legs and seemed really wanting to see more while Carlos disappeared into the apartment. I noted with regret that there was no excuse. He already knew that his Carlos was eating Paulo's wife and so on. At the time, I remember being deeply disappointed. The lady is really very beautiful Dona Roberta... The man's voice seemed embarrassed, hoarse, different from what I had known of him. I smiled without grace not yet understanding well what was happening. Black and fat, the man shaved his entire head with a waistcoat leaving it completely smooth with some hair coming out of his chin and underneath his mouth and he wore a silver collar flaunted by opening buttons on top shirts that was worn with crucifix posed where started belly much larger than your Charles's for example. It was ugly! Really Ugly! He stirred constantly in sofa when your Carlos resurgent room with bottle of beer serving glass to man. Soon afterwards your Carlos put the beer on table and approached me standing beside my side for a while. I was still muttering and trying to cover myself with my hands. I didn't know if he shouted or ran out, hit him or threw me through the window when he bent down slightly and touched on my left thigh until he squeezed it a little stronger commenting. Isn't John beautiful? A slow "Linda" sound came from the man in the sofa. His Carlos tapped lightly on the inside of my left hip. Open Roberta! I did not run out, nor jump at him, nor opened the window either. But his voice in that intonation already seemed like an unrepeatable command. He struck harder in the same place where he had knocked before. I groaned and opened slowly, obediently closing my eyes. I heard the man's voice move more and open his eyes again. His Carlos then gently passed his right hand that had hit me on the thigh over my eyes making me close them and soon after he came down with it to my breasts squeezing hard at both of them. My legs closed automatically when the man moved, so he struck again this time even harder and I gave a little shout and opened. He knocked again. Open all around! And so, I was really all open now and listened to the man move without stopping. The hand of his Carlos entered inside my legs opened and touched me on top of the panties. There you see your whore, your wet little girl and why this charming whole thing. He massaged with force my clitoris making me groan in pain and pleasure. Now pick up puppy, go, get up. He said that holding gently my left hand forcing me to stand. Done saying it, he went slowly lifting my dress as he walked away. Let me see the underpants that my little doggy chose to serve today, let me see. Until he lifted everything up. Look João what bundinha has this whore and Paulo's horn does not eat. The man about 1 meter from us also stood up. When I saw the man unbuttoning his pants I looked at his Carlos who immediately seemed to understand my look. Stay calm bitch and do whatever its owner wants. By the time I looked back at the man again he was already completely naked from waist down and stayed like this all the time without taking off his shirt. And moved on his already incredibly hard dick. That's when his Carlos hung up my whole dress, took it off by the head and left me with only underwear since I had already come without a bra. He leaned over and kissed my mouth and down he kissed me and nibbled at my breasts making me groan louder. Slamming a slap on my butt while I was still standing there, he ordered softly in my ear, go ahead, kneel down and suck John, go. And I realized that when he ordered me, I was already inconsistently obedient. The man noticed my approach and came forward and I knelt down. But he still wouldn't let me suck, wanted to quickly squeeze my breasts, smooth my legs and tried to get up by grabbing me under the armpits. Pooh Carlos, let me pass her hand first. Then Roberta lifts it. I got up and the man started breathing hard as if he would have a stretch while groping me and smoothing everything out. His fat hands frantically strolled down my thighs and his flabby fingers tried to penetrate me now through the vagina, then through the anus. It was like a beast bending over to suck on my breasts when I looked up and saw your Carlos' pleasurable expression looking at us and it all filled me with pleasure as well and I slowly got into the game until I was completely done. The man bit my boobs and I groaned in pain and joy and voluntarily took Pau from him and left. He moaned even more and O Pau pulsed on my hand did not have the greeting of his Carlos, but it was thicker and throbbing pulse in my hand and a desire to kneel down and suck was growing. But he didn't take the mouth off my breasts and kept squeezing me and groping me groaning and whining softly. You don't know how I always went crazy for doing this Dona Roberta.... His Carlos approached smiling. What a bitch hem Roberto! And gave a full-fledged slap on my asshole. Supa him doggie. Chup! I tried to get on my knee, but the man wouldn't let go. Let her fuck you João! Until the man finally let me go and I got down on my knees and started sucking him already quite willingly at that time. The dark sack of the man was big and hairy and I even sucked his bag with a thirst that I did not know about myself and without thinking any more about the consequences of it all. Let's fuck this little John, that traveler Paul doesn't know what whore he has. The man laughed with these words from your Carlos and his dick swayed inside my mouth which pushed me away slightly. Lift puppy! I immediately stood up. When I woke up I was really hallucinated and lost to myself. I wanted them to fuck me the way they'd never fucked me before, and for that reason I stood up sobbing... took off my panties and hurried over to the table supporting myself like the first time your Carlos had caught me there. I leaned down tightly, started massaging my clitoris and looked back at him as he laughed and stared at the man in the bar: "Is she a whore or not?" And I felt a jet of sperm invade me immediately afterwards inside, without much delay which made me almost cry with pleasure but not yet mocking. Soon thereafter his Carlos put his dick without turning to the still descending semen that I could feel coming down from the other one, then it was less than a minute before I started making fun. The burning pain came along with the pleasure of intense joy and I saw stars hallucinatingly and did not hold back the crying that went out together with my screams when he pulled from my vagina, began to spit and put it almost at once in my ass. That's how you do a bitch John! And he was pulling out the stick implying that it was for me to kneel down, which I did without blinking and barely had time to suck him right because this time he was already mocking... When I opened my eyes again with a face wet of sperm even in the eye cleaning myself, I saw the man sitting spread-eagled and mouth open looking at us from the sofa. I relaxed intensely, my whole body seemed to faint from an extremely pleasurable sensation. But shame came back quickly and I got up running and grabbed my clothes and headed into the bathroom thinking, yes there about possible consequences. I wondered if any of the neighbors could have heard my screams or theirs came to mind, because after all I was going to get out there and they would see that it was Paul's wife who had been shouting. Wow! That thought immediately upset me. I even thought about Paulinho and his mother's possible reputation... Then a guilt arose like never before. I didn't bathe there either, put on some clothes, brushed my hair a little bit and ran outside banging against the door and coming down the stairs without looking at them or saying anything. I went (continues).
As I said at the end of part two, everything was ready. Paul would go out and I had all afternoon free.
Did your Carlos really like me that much? To the point of being so excited to know I'd be available only for him on Saturday? A little bit after those thoughts, the phone rang. It was your Carlos again. Roberta, can you come in with that dress you put here when you came back last Saturday? Yes, I think your Carlos should be washed up. Do you want me to go with it? Exactly Robert, but he wears panties, doesn't come without them; I love seeing my whore underwear.... Do the following, in about an hour or so you come with him that I have a surprise for you. I got a little anxious while bathing and getting dressed. I had no idea what could be the surprise but was already quite excited. The dress was white and decided also to put on some white panties remembering a very small and slightly transparent one at my front. I went before the mirror to see the effect it might cause therein. I suspended and lowered the dress several times seeing all of my body. I turned back with my dress up and could see the still existing redness caused by your Carlos's flappers. This joke seemed to excite me even more. I wondered, where did all these things come from that I didn't know about myself? I had looked at the clock when he spoke in an hour. Okay! Now it's one o'clock. I will go right away or call before that. I thought better to call so as not to have to come back and be here and there with this dress. What if he said a little hello? Hello your Carlos? An unknown voice answered the phone and I was really surprised. Sorry, must have been a mistake. I was already turning off when the voice spoken. Just for a moment. Yes now it was only the voice of your Carlos. Hi Roberta, my daughter can come but soon. And she hung up. I got confused! Who was it? Shouldn't I give the man with a strange voice some time to leave? Would he be leaving already? I put my hand on the phone and called again. This time your Carlos himself answered it. Who is this Charles of yours there. Has he left yet? Can I go now? My little whore can get married, come as soon as you are going out yes. I took one last look at the apartment and everything was in order. Without blinking any more I went outside. The door to his apartment was leaning down and he appeared opening it all when I arrived showing a smile of total satisfaction seeing that I dressed like he asked. Roberta enters right away. When I walked in, it was a shock. The man who rented the play bar had been sitting relaxing on his couch with a glass in hand. Now I remembered where I knew that voice from. He and his wife worked there when he wasn't around or both of them did at times when things were busy. I stood there completely stunned not knowing what to say or do. A blush came over my face as I went about figuring out the situation. My God! What should I do? It came out of my mouth as if I wanted an excuse for finding myself there dressed like that, without a husband or child... So me, Paul's faithful wife! No! Your Carlos is the one who had to help me now. Well then I am going no your Carlos? Please Roberta my little whore. You can come in and sit down at ease. John is someone I trust. No! I wasn't believing it. All thoughts assaulted me all at once and I was half-stupid thinking about how to justify myself to a man in such a situation. My God! There were no excuses. I remember that I still didn't really understand what was going on. Joao is the only one, in fact, my trust among all those who are crazy to eat you Roberta in this building. Your Carlos said it as he went closing the door behind me and putting his hands on my back gently leading me into a chair facing the sofa. That I felt like collapsing from exhaustion. The dress was too short and my legs were almost completely exposed to the man who sat on the sofa directly opposite me. I showed a clear difficulty in not letting him see my underwear, trying to put his hands out front which embarrassed me even more. It was a bush with no dog...I managed to look away from the man still thinking of an excuse and saw that he moved around on the couch with eyes glued to my legs and seemed really wanting to see more while Carlos disappeared into the apartment. I noted with regret that there was no excuse. He already knew that his Carlos was eating Paulo's wife and so on. At the time, I remember being deeply disappointed. The lady is really very beautiful Dona Roberta... The man's voice seemed embarrassed, hoarse, different from what I had known of him. I smiled without grace not yet understanding well what was happening. Black and fat, the man shaved his entire head with a waistcoat leaving it completely smooth with some hair coming out of his chin and underneath his mouth and he wore a silver collar flaunted by opening buttons on top shirts that was worn with crucifix posed where started belly much larger than your Charles's for example. It was ugly! Really Ugly! He stirred constantly in sofa when your Carlos resurgent room with bottle of beer serving glass to man. Soon afterwards your Carlos put the beer on table and approached me standing beside my side for a while. I was still muttering and trying to cover myself with my hands. I didn't know if he shouted or ran out, hit him or threw me through the window when he bent down slightly and touched on my left thigh until he squeezed it a little stronger commenting. Isn't John beautiful? A slow "Linda" sound came from the man in the sofa. His Carlos tapped lightly on the inside of my left hip. Open Roberta! I did not run out, nor jump at him, nor opened the window either. But his voice in that intonation already seemed like an unrepeatable command. He struck harder in the same place where he had knocked before. I groaned and opened slowly, obediently closing my eyes. I heard the man's voice move more and open his eyes again. His Carlos then gently passed his right hand that had hit me on the thigh over my eyes making me close them and soon after he came down with it to my breasts squeezing hard at both of them. My legs closed automatically when the man moved, so he struck again this time even harder and I gave a little shout and opened. He knocked again. Open all around! And so, I was really all open now and listened to the man move without stopping. The hand of his Carlos entered inside my legs opened and touched me on top of the panties. There you see your whore, your wet little girl and why this charming whole thing. He massaged with force my clitoris making me groan in pain and pleasure. Now pick up puppy, go, get up. He said that holding gently my left hand forcing me to stand. Done saying it, he went slowly lifting my dress as he walked away. Let me see the underpants that my little doggy chose to serve today, let me see. Until he lifted everything up. Look João what bundinha has this whore and Paulo's horn does not eat. The man about 1 meter from us also stood up. When I saw the man unbuttoning his pants I looked at his Carlos who immediately seemed to understand my look. Stay calm bitch and do whatever its owner wants. By the time I looked back at the man again he was already completely naked from waist down and stayed like this all the time without taking off his shirt. And moved on his already incredibly hard dick. That's when his Carlos hung up my whole dress, took it off by the head and left me with only underwear since I had already come without a bra. He leaned over and kissed my mouth and down he kissed me and nibbled at my breasts making me groan louder. Slamming a slap on my butt while I was still standing there, he ordered softly in my ear, go ahead, kneel down and suck John, go. And I realized that when he ordered me, I was already inconsistently obedient. The man noticed my approach and came forward and I knelt down. But he still wouldn't let me suck, wanted to quickly squeeze my breasts, smooth my legs and tried to get up by grabbing me under the armpits. Pooh Carlos, let me pass her hand first. Then Roberta lifts it. I got up and the man started breathing hard as if he would have a stretch while groping me and smoothing everything out. His fat hands frantically strolled down my thighs and his flabby fingers tried to penetrate me now through the vagina, then through the anus. It was like a beast bending over to suck on my breasts when I looked up and saw your Carlos' pleasurable expression looking at us and it all filled me with pleasure as well and I slowly got into the game until I was completely done. The man bit my boobs and I groaned in pain and joy and voluntarily took Pau from him and left. He moaned even more and O Pau pulsed on my hand did not have the greeting of his Carlos, but it was thicker and throbbing pulse in my hand and a desire to kneel down and suck was growing. But he didn't take the mouth off my breasts and kept squeezing me and groping me groaning and whining softly. You don't know how I always went crazy for doing this Dona Roberta.... His Carlos approached smiling. What a bitch hem Roberto! And gave a full-fledged slap on my asshole. Supa him doggie. Chup! I tried to get on my knee, but the man wouldn't let go. Let her fuck you João! Until the man finally let me go and I got down on my knees and started sucking him already quite willingly at that time. The dark sack of the man was big and hairy and I even sucked his bag with a thirst that I did not know about myself and without thinking any more about the consequences of it all. Let's fuck this little John, that traveler Paul doesn't know what whore he has. The man laughed with these words from your Carlos and his dick swayed inside my mouth which pushed me away slightly. Lift puppy! I immediately stood up. When I woke up I was really hallucinated and lost to myself. I wanted them to fuck me the way they'd never fucked me before, and for that reason I stood up sobbing... took off my panties and hurried over to the table supporting myself like the first time your Carlos had caught me there. I leaned down tightly, started massaging my clitoris and looked back at him as he laughed and stared at the man in the bar: "Is she a whore or not?" And I felt a jet of sperm invade me immediately afterwards inside, without much delay which made me almost cry with pleasure but not yet mocking. Soon thereafter his Carlos put his dick without turning to the still descending semen that I could feel coming down from the other one, then it was less than a minute before I started making fun. The burning pain came along with the pleasure of intense joy and I saw stars hallucinatingly and did not hold back the crying that went out together with my screams when he pulled from my vagina, began to spit and put it almost at once in my ass. That's how you do a bitch John! And he was pulling out the stick implying that it was for me to kneel down, which I did without blinking and barely had time to suck him right because this time he was already mocking... When I opened my eyes again with a face wet of sperm even in the eye cleaning myself, I saw the man sitting spread-eagled and mouth open looking at us from the sofa. I relaxed intensely, my whole body seemed to faint from an extremely pleasurable sensation. But shame came back quickly and I got up running and grabbed my clothes and headed into the bathroom thinking, yes there about possible consequences. I wondered if any of the neighbors could have heard my screams or theirs came to mind, because after all I was going to get out there and they would see that it was Paul's wife who had been shouting. Wow! That thought immediately upset me. I even thought about Paulinho and his mother's possible reputation... Then a guilt arose like never before. I didn't bathe there either, put on some clothes, brushed my hair a little bit and ran outside banging against the door and coming down the stairs without looking at them or saying anything. I went (continues).
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