Mermaid of the River

The day after I traded my client for the millionaire dondoca was punk to extreme, heard snakes and lizards from my boss as soon as I arrived at the event on that Thursday afternoon. He looked like an electric saw cutting parts of my body without mercy. Slashing became light when I handed over 2,000 to cover some of the damage caused by me but in no way would I say how much I actually gained with this exchange program or had to "donate" a lot more than 2 thousand. The spore came to an end and I went to the booth to fulfill my journey. The crown that I disbursed at last night's meeting called the booker before my arrival and fucked me big time. I was already waiting for this, I was warned several times that clients (especially very rich ones) had powers within the agency. The schedules for Thursday rolled normal, the one on Friday too because it was with my Blumenau crown (the Matheus), but Saturday's which we always knew in advance had not yet been confirmed... and neither would be. Finally Friday came and the meeting with Paulo Henrique, I put all my problems in a drawer and locked it. The long-awaited new encounter did not have the same refinement as our first one, since he had prepared it especially for the love of his life, his wife, whom he was trying to win back. I at that moment was just a crush on him and struggled hard not to fall head over heels, knowing how difficult our romantic involvement would be and that our relationship wouldn't be anything more than business. Being a professional was enough for me at the time, I needed an income to meet my monthly commitments and would try to make ends meet. Our meeting was at a restaurant of his choosing, one that you pay to breathe. I couldn't see the bill but I am sure it exceeded in some cases what he would have paid me for two hours of sex. During lunch between an erotic subject and some questions about my personal life, I let him know something about my past and present "pero no mucho", as they say on TV. Shortly afterwards we proceeded to his house which that day was without candles, incense and the atmosphere of mystery yet still beautiful and cozy. The bathtub filled with water and perfumed by aromatic salts was waiting for us. He put on a rolling sound and the pleasant music suggested a striptease; I did not disappoint him and danced for him as he took off my dress. He momentarily interrupted my dance, pulled a small box from his blazer pocket and slowly opened it displaying a pair of earrings with pendants on them -- people! He would say afterwards that it was 18K gold with sparkling dots - i.e., not to give mole flaunting anywhere - at the time I imagined he'd make a set with some necklace which he would give his ex-wife on the day we met in the restaurant - the day she gave the cake into it - didn't demonstrate false principles saying I couldn't accept, I loved and almost cried out of happiness upon receiving this gift. After replacing the jewels in my ears with precious ones that I had just won, I continued on with my malicious dance. He took off his blazer and danced with me. Gradually, we undressed among many preliminary caresses and again I was carried in his arms to the inside of a bathtub. He repeated the embrace ritual from behind and I was immediately penetrated and ridden on his member enjoying my early orgasm, it was only the first of many that he would have that day. I had an appointment with Matheus at 8:00 in his hotel, and there was only a half hour left. Unfortunately, I had to turn down the quarantine cat's invitation so we could continue our fun. I explained that I would have to rush into work and couldn't miss it in any way because my stay at the agency was hanging by a thread. He said this is too bad, he has plans for us to spend the weekend together. Putz! He shook me up, wanted very much to be with him but right now only thought about surviving financially. I made it clear that his company was all I wanted at the moment, but unfortunately I had scheduled commitments to fulfill. I was very sorry, and it took a lot of effort for me to say that I would go. He gave me a thousand reais, which was four hundred more than we agreed on and I still had the earrings that should have been worth many shows. He wouldn't let me take a taxi, he insisted on dropping me off at the hotel where I was supposed to have my meeting. Eventually I agreed so as not to be too late and just like I had feared it would happen: Matheus got out of a cab right behind us in the exact moment that I stepped down from Paulo Henrique's car. The two exchanged cold greetings, if not threatening ones... Aah! My crown until he tried to hide his irritation after seeing me get out of my new client's car, but the pair of earrings is that was the high point of their annoyance... In a hurry I forgot to take off and did not think it necessary to invent a lie; told that won from my customer. The events of the last few hours have influenced our sex night - fortunately for good - when he got mad at me, he fucked with rough kicks and slaps on my ass to punish me. He tried to make me feel humiliated by calling me a whore and tramp. If he knew that all this only increased my hard-on he would be more angry ... rs When he calmed down, after making my ass red, he communicated that we would go to Camborí in the morning and return on Sunday afternoon. I thought this last-minute invitation was just so as not to let me loose for that weekend. However, I loved it, adored that place, especially enjoyed the night which is very lively and full of options. The day in that paradise served to replenish energies, we were at an inn far from the center, the man seemed more relaxed but still with a serious countenance. At the end of an afternoon of beach and tasting, I returned alone to the hostel while my crown remained on the beach stomping with two men who were his acquaintances. The evening lights, the beach scent and pleasant breeze make you imagine that paradise should be like this place. I lay on one of the balcony nets and stood admiring the sunset which made the sea golden shades. I fell asleep with the tranquility of the place. I woke up frightened to hear someone calling my name at the same time that I felt a hand smoothing on my butt and it was quickly withdrawn. It seemed as if I saw an ugly person running behind the balcony when I opened my eyes, it was already night. I became dizzy trying to understand whether what had happened was real or dream. I heard a voice again, it was Matheus, he went into the balcony to give bad news: once more would have to run for Blumenau because his family requested him. He'd come back in the morning ... Shit! Would be alone again and not enjoy the lively night of this place. For a change, he's already come in terrified telling me to take off my bikini and put on something appropriate because we were going out for dinner with his friends. After the dinner in which men talked only of politics and business, he left for his house. I went again to the verandah to feel the breeze and sit lamenting as I would lose another night's agitation. I believed that hand on my butt hours ago had been a dream... Aah! Almost fainted from fright when I felt two hands covering my eyes; however, despite surprise, I was reassured by recognizing the voice saying: Guess who it is? It was Nicholas, my heart racing with fear now beating with joy. I wanted to kiss him but first asked if it had been he who touched me hours before and after his confirmation... He wasn't staying at the inn, so I thought it prudent to go for a walk and have a drink in some discreet little bar far away. Nicolas is the cured cat that I received in the resort suite where I was with Matheus about three months ago. That morning, after a night of good sex, we fell asleep and my crown almost caught us arriving suddenly at daybreak. The cat had to go out the second floor window and never heard from him again... Until then. So you survived going down the window that day. He laughed and said that it wasn't difficult. He reminded me of our swapped shirts, saying he still held mine dearly. However, he was very evasive when I asked him what he had come to do at the inn since he revealed not being a guest. He said he would have business in Itajaí on Monday and took advantage to relax on the beach for the weekend. I thought this was too much coincidence but didn't look for ghosts as our focus quickly shifted to a bunch of boats anchored just ahead on the Camboriú River. We look at each other like we 're accomplices . How about a boat ride? We smiled because we had the same crazy idea, and so first we stopped at a bar and ordered two drinks out of disposable cups. He examined to see which boat was the most viable for being taken "borrowed", and he chose a small one saying it would attract less attention, so we broke in. Do you know how to handle this mess? Of course, I've been sailing since childhood. He had no difficulty in starting the engine, and I watched fearfully to see if anyone would protest as we drove further downriver. We continued with the boat to a deserted place, there were houses on the dark shore that seemed abandoned. No more time would be lost in sailing between kisses and caresses he raised my regatta and top to fondly suck my stiff nipples I helped him get rid of his shirt and slipped my nails through his brown-skinned chest and bulging biceps while filling it with kisses &amp; little bites I reached for his hard member suffocated by bermuda which was removed within seconds and killed his will and mine devouring its stick The desire for penetration was greater than the fear of being caught. I took off my shorts and panties, settled down on his lap and felt his warm body during a pleasant embrace and an eager kiss. I got rid of the regatta and top, nakedly tried to settle on him in that boat little comfort drowned his hair full of curls and released twitches feeling our sexes fit together and its firm footprint. Aiii!!! It wasn't a groan of excitement, but rather pain since in one more abrupt movement I hit my knee on the peg of a tree it was an awful shock and much pain. The cat must have thought that he made me reach orgasm in record time so he increased his strokes and howled trying to get pleasure. I tried to arrange my leg in such a way as to relieve the pain, didn't want to break his cheap, however felt a fucking cramp in the aching leg, asked for God's sake him to stand up. Unprepared found this to be a sexual game, lifted me into his arms holding onto my butt. With his member still inside my sex, he gave me mind-boggling blows and came to mockery between shouts and movements that rocked the boat a lot... And it didn't give another ... we fell into the water. We went ashore and I was able to explain that my moans were from pain and cramping, after a lot of laughter I commented on the boat being too uncomfortable for sex. The house across the street seemed to be uninhabited, so we approached the window for a sounding board and noticed that it was an abandoned-looking bedroom and kitchen. We decided to go inside (or break in), and as he turned around to open the door I enjoyed this situation: taking a boat without permission, having sex in public and breaking into someone's home - firewood on my hearth! We walked in and saw a simple house with no appliances, only some furniture but the main thing - a double bed. We had just finished reconnoitering the place, he found a toast that the resident left for us - a bottle of Ypióca Oro by half. Maybe it wasn't the level of drink but rather the frenzy of the situation that made us give up on condoms <unk> even though we didn't have any with us <unk> I enjoyed my moments of ecstasy and each step in a different position. He finished me after placing me four-leggedly on the bed at this cottage, held my breath when he began to shove into my ass and only let go and took another breath when I felt him deep down inside. His first vigorous strokes brought me to paradise... Ahh! To feel his joy and semen filling every little space in my butt is priceless. I turned off the lights and slept for an unknown amount of time. When I woke up, frightened, thinking that it was a boat engine ringing in my ears, I called Nicolas quietly while turning away to find him alone on his bed. After repeating his name several times without receiving any response, I became even more worried when I didn't see my clothes. Putsz! I wrapped the sheet around my naked body and went out looking for the damaged. When I got to the back of the house and didn't see the boat, despair struck me. It was daylight and I had to get to the inn before Matheus came back, but how? Without a boat it would take hours. But you could say that I got up early and walked on the beach. The problem is no one goes out for a walk wearing only a sheet or worse, a sheet full of fucking stains Luckily, a boat was passing in front of the house and I desperately shouted to the man who piloted it for a ride up close to shore. He got as near as he could; so I had to jump into the water to get to the boat (hike, of course). The man was very excited to help me get on the boat. <unk> You're so pretty, you even look like a mermaid! After a few questions from the man, and my vague answers, his daughter who was with him on that boat said she would get some of her clothes for me. The girl wore at least two sizes smaller than mine, lent me a T-shirt which fit snugly in there and short shorts that perfectly displayed my pussy lips and butt cheeks. To top it off, my wet hair dripped onto this light pink shirt making it almost transparent and showing my nipples. It continues in the next tale. If you haven't read how this story began, I invite you to read the short story "The First Program" Next comes the tales: ♪ Bride of the Liar <unk> pink card "Pause for Dating" "Sex games" "Night of Terror" "Profession whore" ♪ Home sweet home The Beneficent Bacchanal "Encounters and Disappearances" "Madame's cupcakes" is the name of this dish. Kisses and until the next story!