Appropriate Intentions

Dominated by the routine and no prospects I was feeling half lost again, but with a repressed desire that drove me crazy; I really wanted to enjoy new experiences and also to take risks, since it is the risks that increase the excitement. In this madness, one afternoon coming back from work a little earlier I stopped at a traffic light and a woman, not very old, not very young, came to me asking for a handout; I looked at the person from top to bottom and thought a nonsense that I ended up verbalizing. "I'll give you a blow job on my dick!" responding to the face of the woman who initially showed surprise at my proposal, but didn't take long to think about it. Internally I regretted my state of poverty offering money for breastfeeding, but how I had already made the nonsense to assume the result. "But let's get my coffee!" she replied before turning the car around and opening the door. As the traffic light turned green, I kept asking for directions; as I drove, I glanced from the corner of my eye to see where I was going; she was a woman without much charm, to say nothing of any! Skinny, short curly hair, a little grey, wearing beaten-up bermuda jeans, a stale regatta shirt, and a pair of worn-out sneakers; the few times we glanced at each other she smiled at me, seemingly pleased with my offer; we rode for some twenty minutes until we came to an alleyway with no exit, paved with cobblestones, with a gentle slope where one could see a heap of old and shabby houses, but without presenting any great hazards. -We're here! I live here! <unk> She pointed to the next-to-last house almost at the end of the street that flowed into an unkempt stream <unk> you can be sure that this is yours! By the way, my name is Mirna! I jumped out of the car, locked the doors, and went after her; the corridor ended in a wooden door that Mirna opened, inviting me into what looked like a room with an old patched-up sofa, a purple armchair, a wooden table, and an old piece of furniture on which rested a tube television. "It's better to be naked, isn't it?" she asked, already starting to undress, indicating that I should do the same. I confirmed my suspicions about Mirna's lack of attractiveness; small breasts, a thin layer of pubic hair covering the vulva, and a small, rolling bundle; as soon as I saw mine she took me to the couch and made me sit on it while she got down on her knees between my legs; holding the pistol by the base she gave some rather emphatic licks and then gave the brute the start of a very nice blowjob; she peeped, played with the balls, and stroked my belly, provoking an excitement that was right up to her oral cavity. If you give me twenty more, we can have a nice fuck, she suggested between sucking and licking. The idea excited me beyond bounds and I made her get out of that position by asking her to lie down on the couch allowing me to cover her in the traditional "Mommy and Daddy" position; without wasting any time I buried my tool in that hot, wet, cramped cave and started to fuck her mercilessly with punches that were always vigorous and deep; it didn't take much effort for Mirna to enjoy a succession of teases that went as far as licking my member while she begged me to suck her boobs. Without losing the rhythm of the fuck I fell on my mouth on the nipples, licking, sucking and nibbling which provided a few more orgasms in my partner who was already swimming in her own sap; I did not give respite to Mirna beating endlessly and sucking her tits pushing a few more teases before I felt the approach of my climax that came profusely. I stopped the movements by a physiological imposition and kept the pistol buried in the mouthpiece of Mirna who panting sweated through all the pores; I gave a time of recovery and took out the half-softened member being surprised when she came over me, licking the stick sucking the drops that still flowed from the gland. A few minutes later I got up and Mirna ran to the bathroom to wash returning and wanting to know if I wanted a coffee; I thanked while getting dressed and put my hand in my pocket taking out the agreed money. At that moment, the door that was not locked opened and a fat teenager appeared on the sill. <unk> Sorry! That is my sister's son ..., because she lives with me with a complicated life! His name is Robson! <unk>, Mirna informed naturally to the fact that she was taking money from my hand. Robson and I greeted each other from a distance and I immediately tried to say goodbye by going out towards my car. "Hey, lad! If you want you can come back when the girl is not at home ..., we can have some fun! " said Robson who came in my footsteps leaning against the door of the vehicle. I looked at that fat, mustachioed teenager and thought about the possibilities that seemed tempting. - What do you like, boy? <unk> I asked as I started the car. "Oh, a little bit of everything, isn't it?" he replied with a naughty tone and a naughty laugh. "Look, come by here the day after tomorrow morning, she has to go out and I'll be alone. I nodded and tried to get out of there before I regretted it; on the way home I kept thinking about this Robson who had a knack for being a first-time jerk and thought it would be interesting to get to know him better; on the morning of the appointed day I parked the car in front of Mirna's house and honked the horn; Robson opened the door and waved a gesture for me to come to meet him. Already inside the house I find the annoying naked man sitting in the purple armchair stroking his medium-sized and not very thick peg. "What are you going to do? Give or eat?" he asked with the world's greatest impudence, looking at me with a wistful expression. - Let me see that little bundle you have there! <unk> I returned it while I was taking off my clothes. Robson stood up and gave me his back leaning on the armchair and sticking his ass made up of a beautiful pair of rolling and smooth buttocks; I went up to him and gave a few strokes in the area reaching to squeeze each of the buttocks feeling a loose firmness; I put my fingers in the groove browsing until I found the anal saddle that was well contracted. <unk>Have you given that ass, you naughty boy? <unk>, I asked as he spat the ceremony-free brioche. -Ahnnn! Aham! I already gave and also already mame piroca! <unk> they answered with a languid tone. - Then come here and suck mine! <unk> I answered withdrawing my fingers and moving away a little. Robson turned around already kneeling and taking the pistol in one of his hands; he started with long licks as if he was sucking a popsicle to crush his tongue against my glans causing such a commotion that I did not hold a whimper. "Hummm! Did you like it, no young man? I do much better than my aunt!" he commented shortly before making my parrot disappear inside his mouth; Robson really mastered the art of sucking male pinto and when I looked down I noticed that while sucking me he used the other hand to masturbate. Robson sucked my cock and masturbated with the same avidity to the point of giving me shivers running through my skin and making my body tremble with excitement; I thought I could let him suck until he took my milk, but the idea of fucking that little pig was much more interesting. So after a while I made him stop sucking me by asking him to get up on all fours on the couch; the bastard ran to the kitchen and came back from there with a weasel in his hands. <unk> Pass a little of it on my tail before you fuck ..., leave it well lubricated! <unk>, he extended the weasel to me. As soon as Robson got to his knees on the couch I tried to grease the groin and also the briocho with a few well-abused fingers listening to the cocksucker's moan of erection; I took the opportunity to lubricate my tool and after holding it by the separate buttocks started to attack with very strong nudges until I succeeded in breaking the resistance by putting the chapel into the hole that was painfully laced; still I was mercilessly putting the brute with vigorous kicks and after burying my tool well into that narrow hole I began to punch with fast and deep movements, listening to my partner groan and sigh while his generous butt was giggling. To Robson it seemed to show a certain performance of someone who usually likes to be angry and his groans only confirmed it. I kicked that little hole so hard that I got tired and didn't even bother to warn him when my joy came over making my body shake as I ejaculated inside my partner's butt who still gave a few giggles delighting in taking male milk. I made a point of slowly pulling out my cock leaving my partner very excited and when I finished I separated his buttocks to enjoy the spectacle of my semen flowing out of the hole, descending through the gully and splashing on the sofa. As soon as we were finished he ran to the bathroom to wash himself and then came back. "I don't want money, no, lad! I don't charge for that!" he replied when I handed out two twenty-real notes. I wasn't surprised since Robson was no good at taking advantage or mischief, but I still insisted that he at least stay with the winch to what he finally accepted. I was leaving and he came to me asking when I would be back; I looked at that sullen face and replied that I would be back when I could. - So, take ..., that's my mobile number - he answered extending a piece of paper with the number written - my aunt doesn't know that I have a mobile phone ..., I got it from a friend, you know ..., when you can let me know, okay? I picked up the paper and nodded as I got into my car and drove away. On the way, I thought I was still feeling incomplete and unsatisfied, unable to discern clearly what I was missing or what was tormenting me. And the days went on, dull, boring and sometimes unbearable; I lost count of how many times I masturbated, wishing for something I couldn't define. Suddenly, one day, I received a call whose number was not in my contact list; I was stunned, fearing some kind of blow, but the repeated insistence ended up answering. My name is Jesse and the person who gave me your number was Venancio <unk> said the interlocutor in a serious and masculine tone of voice wanting to seem friendly <unk> You remember him, don't you? Of course I remember Venice! <unk> I answered in a moderate and restrained tone <unk> how can I help you? -So..., the deal is as follows <unk> he returned it with a hesitant tone <unk> he told me that you are good at sucking male role ..., it happens that I like to be sucked, but the mistress is not good ..., do I have a chance? Before answering I wanted to know more about him and I stated that everything would be better solved in a meeting so that we could get to know each other a little more. Jesse was mute for a few seconds, but then he answered. "Night security work, from nineteen to seven ..., if you want we can have a coffee ..., I can go to you if it's the case!" he answered without hiding the anxious tone. With a mixture of curiosity and fear I proposed a meeting near a Metro station for the next day in the morning to which he accepted promptly informing that he would wear the black suit with the company's coat of arms which would facilitate recognition; we closed the meeting and I waited full of expectations. It was not difficult to find Jesse under the flawless suit, because his physical form was with such a malfunction; we greeted each other and went to the cafeteria. Jesse was a nice black man of restrained speech, few smiles and witty look. We talked for a long time and I discovered a very nice guy, married, father of a teenage son, honest and well-spoken. "Look, I like you, Jesse ..., now let's get to the point ..., do you want a blowjob? Where and when? "I rushed to the end of our chat looking at the slightly surprised expression stamped on his face. Jesse showed himself a little uncomfortable, looking to the sides fearing that someone was listening to us. -Well, as I told you, I'm married <unk> he began to respond with a knowing tone <unk> the only place I have is my work ..., a commercial building ..., do you think it could be there? -From my side no problem, as long as I don't get you in trouble <unk> I answered in a natural tone <unk> and when can we do this? -Ah, it could be tomorrow ..., as I told you my schedule is from nine to seven <unk> he answered. We made the first appointment for the next night at about eleven o'clock, and after saying good-bye, I got up in the morning as an excuse, but then I remembered that my wife was sleeping in our daughter's apartment to take care of some things, and that made me feel better. The next night, I drove to the address that Jesse had given me; it was a corporate building carved right into the center of a residential area, but it didn't draw much attention; I parked the car in a side alley and walked to the place where Jesse was already waiting for me at the door, the lights in the entrance hall being partially off so that they wouldn't notice my entrance. Jesse looked a little agitated and suggested that we go to the surveillance room where we would be more comfortable. I noticed that he looked awkward not knowing what to do, so I took the lead. "Can I get naked? Do I feel better like this?" I asked with him nodding his head in affirmation. While I undressed, Jesse merely lowered his pants and underwear displaying a medium-sized wig quite unusual for an Afro-descendant. He remained standing and I got down on my knees in front of him strapping the already stiffened tool with one hand exploring its dimensions and feeling the pulse vehemently. I began licking the glans that looked like a velvety and tasty arrowhead noticing the rough sighs of the partner enjoying the moment; I took the brute in my mouth sucking with enormous voracity since for some time I had not enjoyed something so good and exciting. As I squandered myself in the sucking even taking advantage to massage the big and heavy balls of the male, this in turn was no longer contained, moaning and sighing with a sigh. The rigidity of that stick demanded from me much more dedication in search of a necessary pleasure at the same time as it provoked reactions in my body with a bursting erection. We were near the apex of my partner when he held my head with the intention of hitting it against my mouth, pretending to fuck it; at first I let him do it, but soon after I pressed the base of the tool with great force imposing control of the situation; I resumed sucking and I noticed the subject trembling and grunting, a strong indication that he was about to make fun; and that was what happened with an abundant joy that soaked my mouth leaking through the edges of the lips such was the volume; I did not make a plea and swallowed the load of sperm before the bound expression of Jesse who did not seem to believe what his eyes saw. "Wow! It was so good! Your breasts are so tasty!" he said in a flattering tone, but his breathing was uncertain. "When can we do it again? And will you let me fuck your ass?" -You're in a hurry, aren't you? -I was joking. -We can repeat it whenever you want. -Tomorrow! Can it be? <unk> he asked with an anxious tone interrupting me <unk> if you find you can tell the conditions! -I know! It can be on Friday ..., at my house! <unk> he suggested while I was still thinking about the matter <unk> my wife is a nurse and will switch shifts with her colleague ..., night for day ..., and my son will go camping with some friends ..., he says yes! I confess that at first Jesse's proposal alarmed and frightened me, but the idea of a good fuck weighed in his favor, which is why I ended up accepting it; he gave me the address of his residence and we arranged for the day he suggested. "There is only one condition! You will receive me naked!" I lashed out in a naughty tone; Jesse was thoughtful, but in the end he agreed to the proposal; we said goodbye at the exit door of the building and went home, full of expectations. That Friday I went to the meeting around nine o'clock telling my wife that I had a professional appointment. Jesse lived in a somewhat distant neighborhood with complicated access, but I had no luck getting there. His house was a new building located in a not-narrow tree-lined street; I left my car in the parking lot of the main avenue and went to the meeting on foot. <unk>You can come in! The door is open!<unk>, he shouted as soon as I rang the bell; I went in and closed the door and caught a glimpse of naked Jesse sitting on the sofa already playing with his tool that was getting stiff; he smiled at me and asked me to take off my clothes. I got naked and got down on my knees between his legs taking the pistol in my hand applying a punch mixed with licks on the gland that soon resulted in groans on my partner. After a few minutes Jesse asked to suck my briocho claiming that he wanted to leave it well oiled before the fuck; I was on all fours on the sofa and he stroked my buttocks separating them carefully and burying them in my face with joy. Already at the first licks and punches on the seal I was seized by shivers that ran through my skin making my body tremble; suddenly, Jesse ceased the tongues and began to brush the region with the tip of the member; my excitement increased in an immeasurable way and I even begged him to fuck me without loss of time; Jesse complied with my request and with only two vigorous kicks broke the resistance of the hole by striking the glans imposing a somewhat painful lace. -Argh! Ahnnn! Wait a minute! <unk> I whispered in a hushed tone <unk> Go slowly! -You can let me go slowly ..., Uhhh, what a tasty ass you have! <unk> he answered full of horny. Jesse waited for a few minutes and resumed the penetration punching with rhythmic and forceful movements; I felt that rigid member of not so superb dimensions tearing my ass slowly, imposing a sharp pain that I bravely resisted. There was the moment when I could feel his balls rubbing my cheek indicating that he was with his member buried inside me; we remained still for a few minutes and it did not take long for him to start an endless sequence of punches that were gaining intensity little by little culminating in an eloquent penetration that reverberated in me, for the pain was no longer so vehement at the same time as a blossoming pleasure taking over my body and my mind. Jesse kept poking his gun into me as I took the opportunity to enjoy a pulsating erection that indicated the enormous pleasure to which I was subjected; finally the subject reached its climax ejaculating inside me with immeasurable abundance provoking an unspeakable feeling of inner pleasure; we enjoyed until the last jet and Jesse still remained inside me for a few minutes before pulling out his pistol half softened; feelings of shivering and trembling with the semen of the male flowing out of my curled tail; I ran to the bathroom cleaning myself the way I would and when I returned to the room Jesse was sitting on the sofa playing with his pyro and asking me to sit next to him. "Well, my friend Venantius said you had a nice ass", he said, stroking my belly. "If you find it, we can make a deal. What do you think? I've never met anyone as good as you!" Jesse did not seem to be in a hurry that day and kept insisting that we become fixed something that made me a little insecure, even fearing that he could at some point abuse this relationship and so I had to argue. "Look, the idea of being fixed may seem good, but we will not always have the time and availability to see each other often ..., so why not stay like this, seeing each other when we do?", I replied in a mild tone. Jesse looked at me with an enigmatic expression in silence leaving me a little worried about what he would answer. "All right, but only if you give him a blow job!" he replied with a smile, pointing to his tool that was already on its way to readiness. I laid my head on Jesse's lap and soon tried to swallow the stick enjoying the feeling of it growing inside my mouth; I began to suckle feeling the bastard smoothing my ass, squeezing my buttocks and rubbing my fingers in the gutter; I gnawed my body as he tried to finger my seal that remained sore and after a while I revisited the provocation holding his balls that I squeezed slowly pulling the stick out of my mouth keeping it stretched while I licked the rosary rubbing my tongue against it and still holding the glans between the lips squeezing a little punching vigorously. All this provocation of mine resulted in a shallow orgasm with Jesse writhing and grunting with pleasure with no strength to hold my head; I swallowed that stuffy load of semen and waited for the brute to soften until it trickled out of my mouth; I asked to take a bath and he agreed; while I soaped myself with the warm water pouring over my body Jesse came to me storming the box grabbing me and playing with my pistol that was rigid. "I'll end the joy of this hard cock! You'll make fun of me in the fist!" he said with sea tomoto already masturbating me with unbridled fury. Without warning he stuck his lips to mine with his tongue entering my mouth in a voracious kiss that seemed to want to swallow me whole; that made me more excited than the punch, since the guy kissed well for fuck's sake, and I gave myself up from time to time letting his tongue explore my mouth the way he wanted. I ended up enjoying my groans suppressed by Jesse's kisses; soon after we finished the bath and I got dressed already preparing my withdrawal; before that I explained to him that night encounters at his work were more difficult because my wife might be suspicious if you became a habit. "Don't be hot! We have our own way!" he replied with a smile. The fact is that after that morning in his house we had only one chance to meet again on a day that he got a break by exchanging with a colleague; we went to a hotel near home and I gave him another unforgettable blowjob with the right to him fuck me in the position of roast chicken by applying a punch to my member; the subject struck with will as if there were no tomorrow and even beyond the pain of a burning in the seal I bravely resisted until Jesse filled my ass with fucking. Of course I was entitled to a little revenge taking advantage of when he was lying on his stomach to suck his briocho; I was surprised to find that the sucker was sucking his finger and I took the opportunity to punish him for a long time. At that time I called my wife for a conversation and confessed to her about my sexual preferences granting her the right to ask for a separation; at first she was furious and revolted, but a few days later she called me for a conversation in which she said that she did not mind as long as we remained together, for we were beyond the sixty-year barrier and soon mutual dependence would be necessary and inevitable. I acquiesced to her request and said that any involvement would remain away from our house and from her eyes; and that night to my pleasant surprise we ended up on a delightful climb that made me remember how sensual my wife is and a good bed. As for Jesse, we ended up losing touch because he was transferred to a nearby township and I suspected that his wife had proved her mistrust of her husband by writing a check.