My best date ever

Well, it all started when I broke up with a guy who just wasn't separated from his wife, and he made me go to his house, even though he was married and all, and then one day his ex-wife threatened me, and I decided to stop seeing him, or whatever it was we had. I decided one day I'd go on Instagram and start following some guys that I thought were cute and so on. I followed until this guy came along. I thought he was cute and I decided to follow. He immediately accepted, but unlike the others, he didn't invite me to the famous dm. Well, since he didn't call or anything, he didn't talk, he just liked my pictures, I thought he just didn't think I was pretty, you know, so I decided to keep meeting the other guys. People I met so many face that it was not worth wasting time, that I began to worry. One day this ex of mine wanted to show up at a pagoda where I was with some friends, and to be perfectly honest, I didn't even want to see him painted. That same week, I decided to post some indirect to this ex on my Instagram story, and to my surprise, who reacted to my story? Yes people this boy. At the time I got no reaction and even took a while to respond to him, so as not to answer a bullshit. After a few hours of thinking about what I was going to say, I decided to say yes, so to my surprise he made the subject, so we started talking. He told me some things related to the indirect, and I was all silly because he had answered me and was talking to me. Pop goes pop comes he said he was going to sleep because the next day he was going to work, and I was very tired. And we I swear that, just to talk to him about a post he stood out from all the other guys I had known. I said good night to him, with that fear that he would block me or I know la not talk to me the next day. Done and done. The next day he didn't even say good morning to me, and I thought he didn't like the chat and so on. A few days later I posted a sentence and then a picture of me in the story, and guess who came to react? We talked again, so to save time and to know that I could talk to him more without having to wait for him to react to my story, I immediately asked for his number, he didn't even ask and then passed his number. I didn't want to waste time I immediately called, and asked him to save. Well, we talked a lot for a few days, but without him showing any interest in hitting me, and that was fucked up for me, because I'm relatively beautiful to the point that my friends want to hit me and so on. One day he posted a text about dating a guy who works. And a guy that couldn't be more perfect for me. He was a hard worker, thought about the future, and still had a good chat. Until then, he and I had never talked about sex, about anything, and even my friends said that I was fantasizing about things that didn't exist. But he was a very naughty guy in that way. He always posted sexy videos, these things to provoke. But I never commented. One day he posted a picture of a motel hydro with the following caption. Role two that I wanted for today. Then I thought about commenting, but his fear of finding me too thrown was greater. But I know what happened that I commented like this. I bet he must have a lot of girls talking about wanting to be with you. He sends laughter and said that famous. Nobody wants me. I laughed and said go find it. That day I was very tired and after that I ended up sleeping with the phone next to me. We kept talking for a while, until one day he posted something about dating, and I replied that my dream boyfriend was like this, and he replied with a question like this. Like me? And I'm going to stop wiggling and say yes. Either he'd block me, or he'd be interested. Well, he got interested, so we started talking more about our tastes. He liked the same things as me. I loved pagodas too. I loved comedy and action movies and so did he, and one day we were talking, he told me he knew how to massage. We spent a lot of time talking and getting to know each other, but I guess he didn't have the guts to ask me out. One day we were talking. It was a Friday night and we started talking about sex and things like that. We were talking about likes and things like that. He sent me some pictures and asked me if I would do it with him. Then he sent me one where the guy was making fun of his wife's mouth. That turned me on. But since I had already had some bad experiences, I told him that I was disgusted and things like that. After that we made an appointment. We were in doubt if we were going to the cinema, or if we were going somewhere else. I wanted to go out with him, which I didn't care much if he called me from a role in the square. Well we made an appointment that same day to go to the cinema on Sunday. But I had forgotten that I had made an appointment to go out with a friend and it was on Sunday. We went to a pagoda to celebrate her birthday. But we kept talking, until he said that I had to go to the pharmacy to buy condoms, and I have condom allergy. I sent an audio to him explaining that I had allergies and so on, and I thought he would talk. Aaa we don't see each other anymore and so on, that he would give up. So he asked me a little later if I thought it would be better to do without condoms, or if it would be a problem for us to do without condoms. I replied that I don't think it's better that it hurts me. So he came and he told me something because he left me with a lot more desire. He asked me if I could enjoy myself inside, that I had a lot of time, and I thought he would talk. So he said that it would be difficult to control my psychological problem if I slept late on Saturday. We spent the Saturday without really talking to each other. And when Saturday night arrived my friend sent me a message to confirm if I would come to her party. I was like this, what? I didn't even remember. I sent him a message saying that I wouldn't come on Sunday but on Monday we could go out, he told me to be calm and so on. At the moment it didn't even cross my mind to call him to go to the party. Well the party was in a pagoda where I and this friend had already been and so on. It was a Sunday so the pagoda was going until 00. I took a picture and posted it on the whatsapp status. The first comment that came was him talking like this. I know this place. I was in a neighborhood. It was about 9 o'clock and I had already enjoyed my friend's birthday a lot. I sent him like this. We could see each other. You could come here and so on. Oh he told me that I was at a friend's house, so he was in bermuda and slippers. I asked him if he could pick me up. And he said yes. He asked me to wait for him at the door that was going to pass there. I said goodbye to my friend and told her that I was leaving because the other day I had an early exam at the university. I went out there and I was fucking scared that he wouldn't show up and I was standing there waiting for him. I hadn't seen him in person yet. He sent me a message saying that he was coming up, and I was calmer. He arrived in his car and called me. When I came in, he was actually wearing bermuda and slippers, but he was very smelly. He greeted me with a kiss on the face, and said so. We finally met in person. He asked me if I wanted to eat something because he was starving. He went to a barbecue, and he asked for one for me and one for him. We sat there and started talking in person this time. He looked at me and talked all the time. I was wearing a black dress with a zipper on the front, and he had a zipper that closed him from top to bottom, with a jumpsuit and a pocket. We ate, we got in the car and he took me to a square. And in that square there was no one. So we sat there talking. Talking about the week and everything that had happened, and I noticed that he ate me with his eyes, but he didn't just eat by looking into my eyes. He made a jerk face and looked at me from top to bottom. I know that's not much. But it was driving me crazy. It was like he was already beating his dick in my bouquet. He put one of his hands on my thigh for an hour, and it gave me the creeps, even the hairs I'd already shaved off, if you know what I mean. He came closer. First he put his hand on my thigh, then on my face. I was so nervous that I didn't stop talking. Until he shut me up and said this to me. I know you're talking, and I didn't want to interrupt. But I don't stop traveling in that mouth of his. I swallowed dry, and he grabbed my chin and said this. You held it too far, I couldn't hear you, and then he gave me a kiss. That very slow kiss with those bites on the lips. He kissed me so sweetly, that while we were kissing, I began to think how he would be sucking my pussy. He put his hand on the zipper of my dress and as the zipper was at the height of my breasts, he began to play with it, going up and down, but he did not pull, he only lowered a little. He suggested that we go someplace more private, and by that time, he had turned me on so much, I couldn't resist. We went to a motel. When we got to this motel, we walked in, and I saw there was a hydro, a cooler, and I was drinking where I was, but I was still feeling kind of stuck, so I asked him if we could sit down and have a drink, and he didn't even ask. We sat down and I started talking to him that he was very interesting to me, and that in the midst of all that bullshit he just stood out and didn't even have to make an effort. Conversation after conversation, we were sitting facing each other. It was these kitchen table chairs, the ones without a backrest. While I was talking he ate me with his eyes and smoothed my thighs, right on the edge of the dress, making me more and more comfortable. This caused me to open my legs, inviting him to slide his hands further up. He rolled the chair and put it close to mine, so close that I had no way to close my legs. Because I could not close the legs and with this dress relatively short, the dress went up, leaving my underwear tray that was already all wet showing. We were really close, and he noticed that I started to gasp more with him around, and it was uncontrollable, and I really wanted to feel his dick in my pussy. I pulled another subject, and when I started to speak, he put one of his hands on my back, he pulled me back, leaving me all shivered, and he stuck me much closer, and when he was going to kiss me he simply veered off and came to my ear and asked like this. Am I allowed to do what I want? I all shivered and with the mouthpiece blinking madly wanting my stick inside it, I answered yes. He put my hand on my neck, and with a very strong footprint in a way I had never felt, he asked me another wonderful question, with his mouth stuck in my ear, and I felt that hot breath in my ear and shivered and made my pants higher and higher, each time he asked. Could I eat you even harder? This time I did not answer him and he liked that mouthpiece. With one of my hands naked and he kissed it in my mouthpiece, while I stood up in his right leg, blinking madly wanting my stick inside, I answered yes. He put my hand on my neck, and with a very strong footprint in a way I had never felt, he asked me another wonderful question, with his mouth stuck in my ear, and I felt that hot breath in my ear and shivered and he made my pants higher and he asked me harder and harder. He said, Can I eat you too? This time I didn't even answer, and I liked that mouthpiece and that mouthpiece. He took me by the hand and led me to the edge of the bed. Where I had whip handcuffs these things. I confess that I had never done it that way. I was always going to make love romantic thing. But with him I was completely devoted. He hugged me and put his hand down on my thigh while he kissed me. Without saying anything he just gave a lift on my dress, leaving my panties showing. Look I didn't know if we would see each other. But I had bought a special panties and I was wearing. You know those panties that are very dental floss, and that has written my pretty? So. I was with one of those. When he lifted up my dress, it was soaked, and I was soaked that I wet my panties. He made me do a little spin, and stand on my ass for him. when I completely turned, he slapped me on my ass and with his hand on my hair holding me as if I was going to run away, he came in my ear and spoke like this. I knew you were a bitch, but hadn't let go yet. He slapped me on the ass and pushed me into the bed, dropping me on the four-poster bed the way he wanted. He rolled his panties a little to the side, and came with that hot tongue on my pocket. When his tongue leaned on my clitoris, I groaned very loudly and with all my strength I nailed the nail to the bed. I had never felt such a boner. I couldn't control myself anymore with him slipping his tongue on my clitoris. When I was about to make fun of him, he got up, pulled me by the waist, put me back on my feet, turned me over, he just started unzipping my dress. When he unzipped the whole dress, leaving me in my underwear, he said this. He was crazy to take off that dress. I confess that my pussy at that time was flashing with such passion. And to finish with me. He threw me on the bed, making me roll upside down. And when I thought I couldn't get better, he still passed his hand on the stick over the bermuda, making me have an idea of the size of his cock. He took off my heels, and I lifted up my legs, and he slid his tongue down all over my legs, and every time he got close to my pocket, I was crazy to make fun of him, and he seemed to understand, because every time I moaned loudly, he didn't go directly into my pocket. He got really close and passed his mouth really close making me feel like his mouth had already been there. He just started passing his tongue around and biting the inside of my thigh, one side at a time, until he got to my pocket. As he did that I was going crazy, and he was nailing harder and harder on the sheets. I was already crazy to make fun, when I was almost making fun, he just stopped sucking me and stood up. I had told him that I couldn't suck, but actually I didn't like sucking very much. But as incredible as it seems, when he took off his shirt, I sat with my legs open and I was sliding my hands on this wonderful body. When he started to take off his bermuda, I took his hand and I said like this. I want to take it off. I lowered his bermuda, and it was so big that when he came out, I jumped, and my reaction was just to say wow. With one hand I grabbed that huge stick, and with the other I grabbed his balls. When I put it in my mouth, I sincerely wanted to swallow it all. I would put it very slowly in my mouth, then I would pass my tongue over my head with it inside my mouth. I would take it out of my mouth and hit it on my face, with it grabbing my hair, I would pass my tongue over my head, causing it to twist with excitement. He slapped me in the face, and it made me horny, and with one hand on my neck and with a totally violent footstep, he laid me on the bed. With both hands he slit my legs open, he gave me all the same, and with one hand he brushed that wonderful stick in the entrance of my vagina, making it slide from the entrance of my vagina to my clitoris. I looked at him, and I saw that jerk face. It made me crazy. He brushed that stick in my vagina, sliding in a way that made me groan very high. He brushed the stick in my vagina with one hand and with the other he held me by the neck. I never felt that. But the will was mine, he was fucking with me, he was fucking with me. I was crying because I missed it all. And I was taking care of it all. And I was feeling so surreal until I felt a fire in my vagina. When he began to penetrate very slowly with his dick in my vagina, I couldn't help it, and I told him I was crazy enough to make fun of him. When he put it all in my pocket, he slapped me in the face, and looking deep into my eyes he said, "Is that how you like it?" I just shook my head saying yes, and he started fucking me in a way that no other guy had ever fucked me before. He started to go slowly. He literally took the whole stick out of my mouthpiece leaving only the head inside, and then he put even the balls. He was increasing the rhythm. And that's when I couldn't hold myself anymore. When he was going in a very fast strong and nice comes, I enjoyed. But I enjoyed with a tremendous force. I enjoyed so hard that I squeezed it all, I stuck my nails in it, making until it stopped. I enjoyed so hard that I was shaking, seriously I was all trembling. I was relaxing, and since he hadn't made fun of me yet, he didn't take the stick out. I asked him if we could take a bath, but I'd played so hard I couldn't move my legs. He gave me a minute's rest and took a shower with me in a daze. But I couldn't get out of there without at least seeing him fuck me over. We finished the bath, and I told him I wanted to fuck, but I wanted four this time. I stayed four for him in bed, he came from behind, and he didn't even wait, he hit everything at once, leaving me even weaker. When he had everything inside of me, he put both hands on my waist to support himself, and began to punch harder and harder. That was leaving me weak, to the point that I had no voice or to groan. He saw that and sat on the bed and told me to sit on him. I was so weak from the joke, that when I went over, I was all shaking. I felt and when he had everything inside of me, I started to ride, with him holding me close to him, filling my butt with a slap and sucking my breasts. I was so weak, that I only had strength to groan in his ear. He didn't get mad enough to make fun of me, he laid me on the edge of the bed, he put my legs up like he was going to do it in the roast chicken position, but he was standing right in front of me. I couldn't resist looking at his bastard face. He slammed his dick into my pussy, and he started to get really hot, and he was holding my legs while he was punching his dick into my pussy, and I was completely out of strength, and I just had the strength to fuck myself. When he said he was gonna make fun of me, that's the first time I've ever said it to a guy. He punched a little faster and harder, and when he started mocking he pulled his stick out, and the first fucking jet was so strong, he licked me all over. I got a taste of that fat fuck of his, which by the way was delicious, but he put it back in my pocket and gave me two more punches, took it out one more time and enjoyed making his fuck lick me all over again, this time on my breasts and my belly. When I thought he was done, he put it in my pocket again, and I could feel the secondary jets of fucking entering my pocket. He took it out again and turned my ass to him in a single blow. He mocked me all over my back. He mocked so much on my back, it was such a strong jet, that he licked my hair. He hit the stick in my butt, opened a little bit my ass, and at that moment I froze thinking that he was going to eat my ass. But he gushed at the entrance of my ass, making that hot fuck run down my ass. I was so full of shit, that the shit that was coming out of my mouth mixed with the shit that was coming out of my ass. That smell of shit drove me crazy, to the point that it made me laugh once more without him even leaning on me. I didn't laugh so hard this time, but I lay in bed for a little while to recover, because I was weak, and when I recovered, we took another bath. I washed, dressed again, and he drove me home. I got home, I turned it off, and the next day I woke up, and I had over 30 calls from my friend. When I returned to her, she cursed at me, and I smiled and began to tell her in minute detail the reason for my disappearance. In the end she smiled and said I was right, a fuck like that can't not disappear, and then come home and slept the sleep of dreams. Me and him went out a few more times, but I'll leave that for another story. Detail: he managed to do what a lot of guys were trying to do at the time, he managed without much effort to make me a whore in a way that even surprised me. That day was a milestone, it was the day I discovered what real sex is. But like I said in the next few stories, I'm going to tell more about going out with him.