Sex and Recycling

Alone at home that morning, I finished writing the "self-impact" part of yet another erotic short story.
Just touching myself with my finger wasn't relieving the craving, so I turned to a tube of deodorant and made it into a little toy.
That cold little thing slipped inside me and was soon warmed by the heat of my burning, consuming desire. I let it fly, imagining myself in some alley fucking a girl that I met months ago, know him for several years, he worked everything at my college doing services as an electrician, bricklayer, painter among others but got fired after arriving drunk to work not first nor second time
I happened to be passing by at the exact time and place he was attempting suicide one day, jumping off of a viaduct. We talked for awhile and kindly made him realize that he wasn't expendable. After he gave up on his stupid idea, I took him out to lunch and we continued our conversation walking through the park. I had no physical contact with him but today I kept fantasizing in my bed as if possessed by this dirty ragged man. My thoughts flying away were interrupted by the sound of the doorbell which almost killed me from fright: "Ah! Why does this always happen when I'm reaching my climax?" I asked myself in thought, undecided whether to have an orgasm or answer the phone.
Now I've really let go of my voice.
I couldn't roll anymore, lost my temper... put on a nightgown that is slightly longer and grumbling went out the door to see who was "cheap cut".
Immediately I smiled and thought: "Fate is on my side, it seems that the dream wants to come true". It was the same face of my fantasy, slightly more presentable.
After we exchanged greetings and kindnesses, after he recovered from the surprise of seeing me <unk> since until this moment he didn't know where I lived <unk> he said that collecting and selling recyclables was now his job; it earned him bread.
I invited him in and had a little chat while we sorted out what he could take.
We went to the back porch, and on a shelf upstairs there were old newspapers and magazines as well as cardboard boxes and other things.
I took the ladder and went up four flights of stairs, obviously my intention was to let him see my private parts. I'd take a few locks and walk over to him as he piled into one corner while we talked about his life and how it had been turning around. He told me that he never thought about suicide again but realized just how fragile he still was as a human being with zero self-esteem. The fire was burning between my legs, now it wasn't a fantasy anymore, that man was there watching me and it was real. These situations drive me crazy, I am not one to take chances, I used the old tactic of fragility when descending and asked him to catch me, he seemed more animated.
<unk> Do you have a companion or girlfriend?
No, I don't think I can even remember the last time I was with a woman!
But you still feel desires, don't you?
He kind of clumsily said,
I haven't cared about that in years!
I took his hand and told him to go into the kitchen.
And for me, do you feel desires?
He spoke a little confused and unsure that I should be joking with him, what a young girl so beautiful and perfumed would want with a nobody John dirty and without money.
I told you last time, you're not expendable! Just think we can enjoy this moment as a man and woman.
I pulled up a chair and asked him to sit down, but he couldn't believe it when I lowered myself between his legs and smoothed his penis over the top of his trousers, stimulating and boosting his self-esteem with words and gestures.
His erection was immediate, as well as the desire in his eyes. I opened his trousers and put his member out... Aff exuded a nauseating odor. I played with my tongue on his penis, the taste at first caused me to feel sick but soon it made me very excited and I sucked him up and loved feeling its sour flavor ... His grunts indicated that he would not take long to mock if I continued with this kiss. I left his member wet with my saliva, then looked lovingly into his eyes and asked:
Do you make love to me?
I was touched to see the excitement and happiness in his watery eyes.
I lifted my shirt, stood up and left him between my legs, straightened myself by grabbing his limb and pointing it at my little slit. He penetrated me softly and slowly... Ahaaa! Enjoyed that moment quietly embracing him, handed over my young body clean and fragrant to this dirty man of rough appearance but who moved with me in a way I can't explain
I started to go up and down slowly with that limb going out and back into the bottom of my little gutter.
The touch of his rough, dirty hands squeezing my ass and the strong smell of continuous sweat didn't repel me - on the contrary - it possessed me. I began to wheeze faster over her member, unable to hold back screams and moans. Ah, this is all very crazy!
After pulling up my T-shirt and kneading my breasts, he voraciously cupped my swollen nipples, I hallucinated at once and practically jumped over his penis with my climax coming, it was magical, he held tight on my ass commanding rough strokes that made me imagine she had sex with an animal, her howl was almost the howling of a wolf and only increased my joy, I shouted jumping with my muzzle on his stick which pulsed and received its first jet of sperm filling me warming and leaving but your member from my vagina, so big was the frenzy of movements. I thought quickly, never to lose the chance of having an anal even more with wild desire consuming me. With agility I directed his hard member in my little ring, had only entered head when received its second jet of fuck inside my hole, served as a lubricant ... Ooh, it was a deliciously magical pain. Its raw strokes ripped through my little hole as jets of sperm ran out of space inside me and I could feel them flowing from my anus with every movement.
It seems to have lasted for a long time, when exhausted we slowed down our movements, he sat bringing me together with the sexes still in place. I let my head fall on his shoulder and there I stood quietly with him embracing me, feeling my buttocks all wet from sweat, my liquid of joy and his sperm. I squeezed my little ring <unk> now curled up <unk> expelling its milling member inside. I had no strength to try to contain the fluids that flowed abundantly out of me.
Soon after I got my breath back, I showed him the bathroom. Quickly cleaned up that dirt while he bathed in it; prepared a tupperware with my grandmother's delicious food <unk> for him to take away <unk> grabbed a T-shirt and trousers from my grandfather and went into the toilet. Wouldn't let him put on his sweaty clothes again. He was already drying himself, neat and smelly. Agh! I had so much self control, I wanted to pick up the damaged one and start all over, but it wasn't prudent, he would have to go immediately, then we would be accompanied by my grandparents returning from the doctor.
After picking up the recyclables we had separated and thanking me for everything, he walked away.
Come back on the first Monday of next month! I said smiling and winking. To pick up more stuff, okay?
He gave me a nice, happy smile and said he'd be back.
Kisses my friends, until next time!