Howls and Moans in the Pit

I ran into my dad on the corner as usual on a midweek night to visit a prospective client. <unk> This nice guy will pay well for his services as a masseur. On the way he gave instructions: You could take advantage of the h-hour, when the hormones are taking away the reason for the guys, and use your little way to get the cache increased. <unk> You make it sound so easy, but in the "H" hour it's fucking hard to stay focused on the financial <unk> I countered, <unk> but I've been trying and I even got an extra on the second date, didn't I? You've done well, my angel, continue like this and we'll make even more profit. "We'll get it" <unk> I thought mocking him <unk> the one who opens his legs and takes it in the ass is me. It wasn't until we arrived that I was informed that we were at a wake. Shortly thereafter I was introduced to your Tertullius, a likely customer of our massage business, and in a quick conversation I arranged to meet him at his shop early the next Friday evening. ♪ ♪ On the appointed day, I chose a black tufted dress, one of my favorites for ballads. Black was my father's suggestion. The intention was to look sexy and provocative all the time. I completed the costume with a warm leather jacket, due to the 14-degree cold. I didn't find out it was a liquor store until I got to the address on the Uber. I went down a bit skeptical and met your Tertullio waiting for me at the reception. After the kisses and trifles usual in meetings, we went to his room. He said he was the owner of the business. <unk> It's nice and warm in here, I was freezing with the damn cold outside <unk> Are you alone? Yes, no one will disturb our private moment. But we're going out, aren't we? No, my angel, it's very comfortable here and we have everything: drinks, cheese, sushi, strawberries. What about your wife? The boss may be late, she had to go to a last-minute appointment, but we can start without her. I'd be safer with the woman's presence, I thought. It hurt a little to be alone with the man in a cemetery-like place. Make yourself more comfortable, Nicole, the heater's on. I took off my coat, and the man praised me as if I were naked. Perhaps it was because I was not wearing underwear. The light, provocative dress, as well as the sock, were the only fabrics left on my body. High heels enhance your beauty even more, Nicole. Your attention was not limited to my scarpin, I'm sure, for the high heels also lift the butt. With his eyes fixed on me, he stripped off his jacket, his tie, and unbuttoned two buttons on his shirt. His predatory gaze made me uneasy, but the erotic and vulgar references he made to my body were pure seduction. It was fear and lust served in small doses. I was thrilled when he took a glass of champagne from the fridge, served it to us, and we toasted to our meeting with our bodies so close together that I could smell the gentle fragrance of the masculine perfume, as well as the natural smell of the mature man, while I listened to his exaggerated murmurs of desire for me. Afterward, we took a few more sips of the drinks, and I asked where I could give him the massage, as I saw nothing appropriate in the surroundings. He pointed to a door. It's my favorite corner, I have a claustrophilia fetish. I confused it with claustrophobia, and the crown explained the difference, because claustrophilia is the excitement caused by confinement in tiny, hidden environments, like small rooms. When he opened the door of the room, I was startled to see two little houses for laying the dead, one next to the other. I learned that the name was "church cemetery". I was led to one of them. Inside there was a granite balcony occupying almost the entire interior of the little house also built almost entirely of granite, including the inverted V ceiling. On the balcony there was an inflatable mattress. "Let's have some fun here", said the tiozano with a wry smile. Isn't that where the coffin goes? This is just a model for display, no funerary urns have ever been placed there. That's creepy. I thought you'd like it, my beautiful, your Flavio said you like novelty. <unk> This is a very different stop, your Flavio hadn't shared this detail with me. But that's all right, I just need another glass of champagne. <unk> Would you do me a favor? <unk> So my pain will pass soon, I hope. I was on my third bowl of sparkling wine, naked in her hairy arms being carried like a bride on her wedding night. But in this case, it looked like a funeral wedding. Aah! I froze as we entered the Jazigo and having my body lying on the mattress. It was punk even with affection and harmonious words, because of the sinister place to give chills. However, her hands sliding the gel on my body caused shivers of pleasure. I tried to focus my mind only on the sexual act. When we reversed position when it was my turn to lubricate his body, my plan was to excite him to the fullest in order to reduce the time of the massage and get straight to the finals. I prioritized the most erotic contact by touching and sucking his cock, even when he was on his belly. Moments after he turned, I stood with my back to the man as he sat on his upturned penis. I slipped my snout back and forth on the lying roller nerve, with the sensation of feeling it rubbing on my big lips, being as good as if it were inside. The inconvenience was due to a huge dark mirror on the wall in front of me. The mess reflected the image of my whole body, climbed on the crown. What is the use of a mirror in a tomb? Fuck the mirror, I thought. I turned my attention to a bold member about to possess me. The man forced the entry of my sex and consummated the invasion holding on my hips. I myself would have done it in a few more seconds. The desire to have him inside was huge, as well as the desire to get out of that kind of tomb. However, I ignored the funereal side of the situation by receiving his deep and delicious bursts, prompting my purring like a cat in heat. The crown mocked and made me mock, but the damned one was still full of breath, there was no pause for a pause, he took me on all fours, turned to the mirror. I watched our glued bodies and his bastard expression stomping firmly and in no hurry to end. I banked the little whore exaggerating in the moans and rolls, manipulating the man to try to hasten his mockery. The minutes flew by, the crown, according to my calculations, had been enjoyed three times and seemed satisfied. I had given far more thought to the meeting than had been agreed and intended. It was time for me to go, I said. Only then did your Tertullio reveal that his wife was a voyeur and remained the whole time watching us through the false mirror. It was like the interrogation rooms in detective films, he concluded. The wife gets aroused by seeing her husband having sex with other women and reaches orgasm by touching her body. "Are you kidding me?" I asked incredulously. It was a fact, the woman joined us and made me even more embarrassed. I walked away feeling fucking uncomfortable with the whole thing, and even the generous extra payment wouldn't change my decision to never accept another bizarre encounter with them. On the way home, I called my father: Did you know about the Jazigo bid, your Flavius? I thought it best not to anticipate anything, Nicole, or you'd give up. <unk> You pay me, see?! <unk> I spoke full of anger as I hung up. For now, that's it, kisses! I'll tell you more in the next one.