A Dog Called "Baby"

That narrative was frenetic but delicious, and to this day I still dream of a reunion. I have the habit of walking or running every morning. The walks are rustic, which means that I face streets with climbs, descents, uneven pavement and everything else that makes it difficult to travel. Every day when I walk, I pass by a street where one particular house caught my attention because I had a pit bull dog.
It is a medium-sized animal, extremely aggressive and usually as soon as it sees me jumps down the stairs like crazy to attack me. I don't pay much attention except for watching him because he is such a beautiful creature.
One day - a Sunday to be more precise - everything went on as usual, but with one delightful difference. While the dog was barking angrily I heard a woman's voice shouting: "Calm down baby!
The woman, a delightful fat girl with soft face, looked at me and smiled and apologized for the behaviour of her animal. I shook my head and replied that I was already accustomed to <unk>nenê's irritation. She laughed and I went on my way.
But the curious thing that I noticed was, as I walked up and down the street on my back -- which is what I usually do to strengthen my leg muscles -- I saw this woman looking at me through a window.
"Damn it!" I thought, "I think he's rolling something". He concluded. I went on my way with that image in mind. It would all be the same if not for the next day when, passing through the same street, I noticed the absence of angry barking from <unk>nenê<unk>. I looked and saw that he was not at his usual place. I followed my path and when I made a move to reverse my steps, once again she was there watching me discreetly out the window.
I waved to her hoping that she would even reply, which didn't happen. On the contrary, she reached out and waveed at me. So I went home thinking of a way to consolidate this opportunity. The next day I did something very daring for anyone: I wrote my cell phone number on a piece of paper, and as I was walking past this dog's house, I walked over to the gate and put the little note inside the mailbox.
However, as soon as I rang the bell, I was surprised by the unexpected arrival of <unk>nenê<unk> that scared me to death!
She looked at me and I motioned for her to look in the mailbox. When I saw that she had gotten the ticket, I was happy and left. I thought she'd call when she could but just so I wouldn't get carried away, she called a little later. At least it seemed like her since we didn't know the number. I said hello and waited for what would come...for several minutes nothing happened...,and I was about to hang up when ...
"Hello", said a small, gentle voice from the other side.
I asked maliciously, even though I knew who it was.
"The baby's mother", she answered.
- And the owner of <unk>nenê, does she have a name?
"My name is Suzanne", she replied.
I responded by telling her my name, and we struck up a seemingly innocent conversation about Suzanne and her dog and her life.
"Your tattoos are beautiful", she said in a relaxed tone.
- Yes, I have <unk> responded, feeling a chance <unk> Would you like to see them?
- Man, what's that! <unk> she exclaimed, but with an insecure tone of voice.
And what does that have to do with my invitation?
There was a momentary silence on the line, and I waited...and cheered.
"I'm alone now", she said, resuming the conversation.
- What about the baby?
- Don't worry! <unk> she said, just after letting out a delicious laugh.
- Then I'm going straight to the point.
"All right", she said, "I'll leave the gate unlocked.
As soon as I arrived at the gate, I took a good look around to see if there were any "unwanted or curious eyes". After checking my surroundings, I opened the door and climbed up the stairs leading to a small balcony where two doors stood. The one on the left that looked like the social entrance was closed; however, the right-hand side was open.
I walked in and saw that she was in the kitchen. Suzanne lay on her back with one hand resting over it, leaning against a sink. She had an indecisive yet sensual look; for a moment my gaze darted to this interesting woman: she looked thirty-five or forty years old, brown hair of medium height, round cheekbones, chubby lips, curious black eyes and pin up air; she wore tight bermuda jeans which delineated her plus size shapes without exaggeration, with a regatta shirt unable to conceal the exuberance of her huge but also proportionate breasts.
Suzanne smiled at me and I at her. Then I took off my shirt, walked around the room showing all of my tattoos... which made me look back at her with glowing eyes indicating some excitement.
- I warned you <unk> she said, in an insecure tone of voice <unk> I'm married.
- And I told her that I am too <unk> replied, getting even closer to her.
That rehearsal culminated in a kiss that just seemed stolen. I felt her hands caressing my back and going down, daringly, to my butt; I held her between my arms and let her feel my warmth and excitement; boldly, I made her spin on the same axis, squeezing her buttocks against my belly, and letting her sense how much she was excited by me.
I held her breasts over my blouse and felt them, hearing a small groan of hornyness. Lifting up the shirt with one movement to take it off; then waving at the bra that fell on the floor. Caressing those simply delicious boobs while keeping my attention focused on their stubborn beaks whose hardness was suggestive.
I felt her hands palpating the volume that was growing inside my bermuda, and when she pushed it down a new groan came from knowing there wasn't anything else underneath.
A few minutes later, I had already taken off Suzanne's bermuda and panties. I made her lean against the sink with my legs spread wide open and my ass pressed upwards; then I knelt behind her and began to search for her mouthpiece with a very sharp tongue. Then I sucked on that clitoris even more as it pulsed in exasperation.
Suzanne groaned and sighed, leaning against the sink, and it wasn't long before she had her first orgasm in my mouth! I continued with oral sex session, and my partner experienced a few more orgasms full of moans and sighs. When I was satisfied, I stood up and let the hard roller rub its waterlogged vagina.
-Come on! <unk> she complained in a hoarse voice <unk> Come fuck me!
I grabbed her by the hips and let my cane slide into her little groin, penetrating it to delight in the high-pitched moan she uttered as she felt overwhelmed.
-Oh, what a fat dick! <unk> she praised it, rolling her well-made ass <unk> Put everything ..., eat me tasty!
I buried the roll, and without wasting any time began to stock up with quick vigorous movements that almost made Suzanne scream in excitement. I kept on pushing and pulling at it so hard that she didn't take long to enjoy once again. After a while my partner experienced a sequence of orgasms which nearly caused her to faint ..., and this did not happen just because I held her tightly.
I fucked that little girl until my dick slipped inside her, given the degree of lubrication she exhibited. When she was no longer able to contain herself, overcome by the weakness taking hold of her body,
I began to treat those tasty breasts, sucking and licking their nipples and haloes, driving my partner crazy with desire while at the same time fingering her clitoris a few more times.
-Oh, so I can't stand it! <unk> she exclaimed almost screaming <unk> You need to fuck me more, you kid! Fuck me and punish me, I need to get caught for being a naughty girl ..., come ...
In an unusual move for me, I pulled Suzanne out of the sink and made her stand upside down on a kitchen table from waist to tail. At first I slapped some loud claps at her buttocks as she groaned and screamed with excitement. Looking around, I found something that would come in handy: A large thick silicone spatula.
The first punches were a bit shy, but when I got the hang of it, I started hitting those butt cheeks that gradually turned red. Suzana seemed to love this because with each hit she moaned and stifled her screams with a tablecloth nearby, yet still asked for more!
"Fuck you!" she exclaimed, turning her face towards me.
I was stunned by the sentence and at the same time full of excitement! Without wasting any more time, I grabbed those rolled buttocks, squeezed them between my fingers and opened up the valley, uncurtaining the ass that waited to be sacrificed. However, I noticed that a lubrication was necessary; so I left Suzana in her position with orders not to move and ran towards the refrigerator.
I pulled out a jar of margarine and grabbed one serving, licked her ass, then my roll, leaving everything well oiled. Opening up the valley and aiming at the roller, holding on to the glans when it was close enough and letting my pelvis do the rest. Tearing off initial resistance with some fury made Suzana groan loudly but without giving in; instead she threw her butt against me forcing more intense anal penetration.
With few moves, I squeezed and rolled on her ass causing Suzana to let out a little scream as she swung her butt around to accommodate the intruder. I held Susanna's buttocks tightly clutching that juicy flesh between my fingers, and after a brief pause began back-and-forth motions with vigor and rapidity leaving my partner delirious and gasping for breath.
I stowed that ass as far as my pelvis would let me, and with every movement Suzanne got even more horny.
She was in total ecstasy and after a long time of fucking her ass, my physiology warned me that there were no more energy reserves.
- No! <unk> she shouted exasperatedly <unk> Get that pike out of there I want to swallow this fucking ..., and then I wanna suck this mead stick!
Reluctantly, I obeyed; as soon as I removed the roller from Suzanne's butt she turned to me and knelt down. She herself took the pulsating roller in her hand and tried to finish the job by violently masturbating me until I enjoyed myself ejaculating like a wild animal screaming and moaning with pleasure. Susanna did not let it go unnoticed because immediately she put the cock into her mouth and allowed the strokes to fill her throat.
When she was finished, she took out her dick and looked at me with a mouth full of shit; gave an immature chuckle, then swallowed it all! Unsatisfied, she put the bong back in her mouth and started sucking and licking what remained from that unmissable fuck. Feeling satisfied, Suzanne grabbed my hand and led me into the living room inviting me to sit on the couch and relax.
She sat down beside me, and after a few minutes of silence turned to kiss me on the mouth. I received and returned her kiss with a smile. After this well-deserved rest we got up and dressed ourselves. Suzana led me to the door; but before leaving she pulled me back in and kissed me several more times. "Tessudo", she whispered into my ear.
"Thank you for a delightful afternoon!" said Suzanne, taking care not to be seen.
- I who must thank you <unk> replied with a smile <unk> Even for being able to give him what not even the "Nene" could!
Suzana tried to hold back the laugh, but it was impossible; we laughed together and then said good-bye with a long kiss. Suddenly Susanna pulled me inside again, lowered her bermuda and asked dengosa: "Can you suck before I go?"
After finishing the "task", she put on her clothes, we kissed one more time and I left. The next day while walking in front of my house there was <unk>nenê<unk> who ran to bark at me angry as usual.