Everything has a price!

I have always treated Sandra with the utmost respect; she is a diarist who often covers up for Angelica's shortcomings, which are our staple. She is such an attractive black woman! Her bonnet and full breasts make her look even better in fitting clothing that further enhances her generous ways. However, because of being married, I always kept a discreet distance ... even wishing to fuck her all the time! Sometimes when she comes over to cover for Angélique while I am at home, I stay away, because just by seeing her in shorts and sweatshirts my cock looks like it will explode inside those clothes!
So I never made fun of her, even though Sandra was a bit cocky; one time she noticed me drooling on her huge ass and took it upon herself to stoop down so that my greedy eyes could see better.
And everything could go on like this, if it wasn't for a curious fact that happened; the day of Angelica's usual visit, Sandra appeared at the gate. At first I was surprised, since Angelica used to warn in advance whether she would be replaced. I went up to the entrance, greeted Sandra and opened the door. She passed me by like a hurricane, and I could tell even from one glance that she looked sad or crying. I said nothing so as not to disturb her.
She began to do her usual chores, and I merely observed since that day I was off from work. I avoided being in the same environment as she, which I always did when the diarist was at home because I didn't want to interfere with her service. At lunchtime, I prepared a ready-made meal that I had purchased and went up to Sandra asking if she would like to share meals.
-Look, Sandra, you have a lot of food <unk> I told him in a calm voice <unk> And from what I saw, you didn't bring marmite ..., come on! No need to be ashamed not ...
Sandra looked at me affectionately and nodded her head, accepting my invitation. We sat down to the table and ate our meal together. I started talking about amenities until I asked why she didn't have her cell phone with her.
I was embarrassed by the situation and ran to the sink, bringing her a glass of water with sugar as she cried and sobbed. She sipped some drinks from the drink and I asked her to calm down. When I noticed that she was slightly more relieved, I asked what had happened for her to be like this. Sandra then told me about having an argument with her husband and in the heat of the moment he took out her mobile phone and threw it against the wall which came crashing apart.
She demanded that he give her another device, but the subject refused saying she was using it to see bastards and scoundrels. At this moment, she became stubborn and looked away from me; I wanted to laugh, but controlled myself since the situation wasn't for that.
I asked her when she finally looked at me again.
"Oh, Lord knows how it is", she replied with a yellow smile.
-Not bad! <unk> I replied, still controlling the urge to laugh.
All she did was nod in affirmation, and we finished our meal quietly.
Later, I went to my room and came back from there with the box of my old cell phone that had just been replaced by a newer one; even though it was not state-of-the-art, it certainly had more features than what Sandra lost. I walked up to her and handed her the box saying: "Take ..., take ... It's for you!"
Without a word, Sandra just kept hugging until she came to herself and walked away from me. The rest of the day she thanked me saying that as soon as she could I would pay for the device. "I don't want money ..., it is a gift!"
A few weeks went by without me seeing Sandra again; Angelica had resumed her work schedule and said that she'd gotten a fixed house five days a week, which would make it harder for her to cover up any absences from Angelica.
Some time later, I received an <unk>oi<unk> on the instant messaging application from a number that was not in my contacts; nevertheless, I responded to the greeting. Then came another message saying: "Here is Sandra. Angelica gave me her contact. Just to thank you for your gift. Thank you very much!"
Everything seemed to be going well ..., until one day, Sandra sent me a "nudes" ..., her own nude! It was a perfect photo in which she stood backwards and facing a window with the light passing through its shapes ... and what forms! That made me very excited. A few minutes later, she texted: <unk>Pardon me! I think I messaged wrong!<unk> . <unk>There's nothing wrong! You yourself are an erection of women!<unk> , I replied, at risk of being blocked. Sandra did not answer!
For a few days, she didn't send me anything. I was worried that everything had gone south and my chances with this beautiful woman were up in the air. And to my surprise one afternoon Sandra called.
"Hello, your Anthony..., is everything all right with the Lord?" she said in a hesitant voice.
- Yes, everything Sandra <unk> I responded with some indifference <unk> And you?
"I am calling on the Lord because I'm worried", she replied with more uncertainty in her voice.
- Worried about what, Sandra?
It's about that picture I sent you. She said, "You erased it".
- Of course not, why would I do that?
"Oh, what a shame! Please erase it", Sandra said almost begging.
It was at that moment I sensed an unmissable opportunity!
-Look Sandra, if you tell me why you want me to delete the photo maybe I will do it <unk> said waiting for a justification that would give me more openness.
Sandra was silent ..., and I thought that all is lost! <unk>Can I just ask you to delete the photo?<unk>, she insisted again a few minutes later.
"It may be", she replied, feeling overwhelmed by my insistence.
I made an appointment for the next day in late afternoon; I would pick her up on the avenue, close to home. Sandra accepted and hung up the phone. It was going to be all-or-nothing day either for her or me. The following day at the agreed time, Sandra waited for me at the arranged place; she was wearing a white legging, just right, and a black regatta shirt whose highlight were the juicy breasts swaying inside of it.
She got in the car and I wandered to a little crowded square at that time which was nearby; I stopped in an area barely visible, and turned to Sandra asking why she insisted on me deleting her photo. "Are you afraid of showing it to someone else?" asked the burned-out woman.
-Let's do this then! <unk> I went on, realizing that she had raised her eyes to look at me. Since you are so afraid ..., you make a very nice kiss and I erase the picture of my cell phone in front of you..., what do you say?
"Oh, are you serious?" she asked with a puzzled look.
-Of course I do! <unk> replied, feeling victorious <unk> There is only one question: it has to be calm and timely ..., take you to a motel ... , You breast me tasty, and that's all!
Sandra opened a wry smile and nodded her head in acceptance of my proposal. We set the appointment for next Friday morning ..., I would pick her up at the same place. She smiled and thanked me (!) And the two days that separated me from conquering the diarist were hard to get through! But finally, the day had come!
I picked up Sandra at the agreed-upon place; this time she was a bit more elaborate: wearing an embroidery dress that further accentuated her voluptuous shapes as well as denouncing her lack of bra!
As soon as I parked the car in the garage, Sandra put her hand on my crotch and squeezed it tightly. "Let's go easy, sweetie! Let's get to the suite first!" said I, taking hold of his hand and momentum. We got into the suite and without wasting time she took off her dress wearing only panties.
Sandra's breasts were an invitation to the profane! Her hard, stubby beaks seemed begging for appreciation; and her ass that rolled with a skilful dancer's cadence stirred the mind, senses and spirit...the desire was to throw it in bed and fuck it for the rest of the day.
"Are you not going to take off your clothes?" asked Sandra, lying on the bed.
Even caught up in the excitement of a woman who was standing before me, I took a deep breath, resumed my situation and undressed; lay down next to her displaying my stone-hard roll. "Wow! How thick!" she remarked while wagging one hand slowly masturbating herself; Sandra punched me for some time until she lowered her head preparing to fulfill her part of the agreement.
That woman sucked like no one else! First, Sandra pulled her skin downward, causing the glans to swell a little more; then she began licking it from below upwards and from above downwards, stopping slightly further on the gland that she squeezed with her tongue; at the same time, her hand gently clutched my balls, making me groan in excitement.
At one point, looking at me, she swallowed the roll and made it disappear into her mouth for a while; Sandra began to suckle by wrapping the entire roll in cloths and then squeezed up its glans repeating this rhythmic movement.
And for a while she delighted in sucking my hard roll ..., I believe that she was eager to have me enjoy it right away, but this would not happen since I have a respectable resistance. "Shit! Besides thick roll, the Lord is also brave, huh?" She remarked with a tone of satisfaction.
You know what, Sandra? We could stay here for the rest of today... with you sucking me off in that delicious mouth.
"If that's all the Lord wants..., fine by me!" she replied, between long licks.
That "just that" she said ignited my thirst even more. Would it be an invitation to something else?, I thought..., why not take a chance!
-Well ..., if I could ask for more <unk> commented with a tone of naivety <unk> I think that climbing would be the best thing.
As soon as I finished the sentence, Sandra stopped sucking and got down on her knees in bed to get rid of her panties and come over me; she held my scroll firmly while sitting upon it; Sandra was so wet that my dick slid into hers with absolute naturalness. Feeling herself filled by the hard roll, she lay motionless for a few minutes as if savoring the moment.
Leaning over me, offering her juicy breasts to delight my mouth, Sandra began moving up and down on the back of my dick with intense movements; I sucked at her hard nipples while holding those huge boobs in my hands, feeling an excitement unparalleled by any movement that my partner performed masterfully. We had sex as if there were no tomorrow, listening to the female's sweet moans announcing each new orgasm.
Sometime later, Sandra asked us to switch positions; first we did the traditional "Mommy and Daddy", with her under me receiving my roll of hard punches that caused more orgasms in succession. Some time went by until she requested a new position. She got on all fours over the bed and begged me to come from behind, which I gladly did, burying my roll into her very wet bucket and hitting it hard!
We continued our saga with Sandra joking several times, always praising my performance and asking for more. I said that she was very greedy, and she replied to me: "I am ... the fault of my husband ..., weak and without grace!" That phrase rekindled my spirit and shook the reel harder, making Sandra scream from pleasure ..., not just one but sometimes she cried.
Since we were sweating and with declining vigour, I suggested that we give it a rest, to which Sandra agreed; We drank water and I asked for a cigarette ..., as I didn't know she was also smoking and asked me for one.
-Ah, really so <unk> she replied with a playful tone <unk> The photo was just an excuse ..., what I wanted to know how it was the only man I knew in my life who gave me a gift without any other intentions ..., at least for now!
We both laughed at her answer and looked at each other. "Was it worth knowing me like that?" I asked with an open smile. "Gee! Was it? It was so good, I'd even give my ass to you!" she replied with a face full of mischief. Sandra realized that her sentence had struck me, and without wasting any time, she fell on my roll from the mouth, sucking too much leaving her very salivated.
After picking up a weasel inside her purse, she licked my roll and asked me to do the same on her ass; she stood at four with her head rested against the pillow, and with her own hands separated that pair of colossal buttocks by showing off the little hole in it; I united the region with the contents of the weasell, taking advantage to press down upon the hole, reaching out and sticking one finger into its interior to the sound of moans from my partner.
I got into position and, holding the rolling pin in my hand, started to attack by thrusting it down at once; Sandra groaned loudly and gave a shudder. "Enough! Kick that dick up my ass!" she said almost with pleading tone.
Sandra took the opportunity, letting me keep my buttocks apart, to jerk off in her asshole and make fun of it one more time...and then another..., and then another! I punched without pity feeling an indescribable pleasure at fucking that sensational woman's butt. We fucked for a long time until I announced that my enjoyment was approaching. "Fuck you!" She said almost loudly ... Finally, I enjoyed myself ejaculating voluminously into Sandra's neck; when the roll went soft and slipped out, I appreciated how she blinked while my semen slid out! Wonderful sight!
After a short break, we took a shower together and Sandra was presented with an omnivorous suck on her mouthpiece which made her laugh some more; I tasted that sour nectar as the warm water from the showers flowed over us. And when we got out of the booth, Sandra noticed my cock hardening again. With a greedy look she knelt down and started to give me a blow job which ended in delicious masturbation; she pulled me back into the bathroom because she wanted to see the pussy come off my penis.
-Look, you don't have to delete the picture. She said before she jumped out of my car and I can send some more if you want?
I saw that delightful woman walking away from the car, rolling her huge ass into a perfect gig. She looked back and smiled at me ..., "Even this little gift was worth it!"