THE SECRETARY

My name is Giancarlo, I'm white, I'm blue, I'm bald, I'm 5'10", 70 pounds. As I mentioned in the previous story (The Architect's daughter), there was a line from the firm's secretary to me, when I left the office to meet architect Tereza: the tongue-tipped stamp and her answer (read in the previous story) were enough for me. I tried to get to the office long before the time was right, because I knew I'd find the secretary already working. When I arrived I gave her a little stamp and she got up from her chair, going to the kitchen to make me some coffee. When I received the cup I asked her if I asked her out early, would she go out with me? We'd go to a very discreet location, and out of sight of the office staff. She looked into my eyes and said to me, "What do you think?" Sure, but what time? So I told her the schedule would be her. And then she replied that at 3 p.m. she would be facing the American Stores on Uruguayan Street. Great, I answered. I took my briefcase and went to the fight. I tried to visit the clients I had in the city center, avoiding it, having to go to another neighborhood, and it took time to reach the meeting point with the secretary. I'm going to call her Olga, because this is also a name widely used by women in Germany, and my secretary is of German origin, because she had come to Brazil. I arrived at the location marked about 2:35. I looked for a bar near there so I could grab a cup of coffee. After savoring it, I finally head to the marked spot and wait around 15 mm, when I see it coming all serelepe to the site. From afar it looked like our model Gisele paraded on Uruguayan Street. When he saw me, he opened a smile of “listen to the ear”. He also smiles, hugging her and giving her a “calient” kiss on the public road, no matter if I had someone seeing us. We went out of there hugging, walking down the street, until we reached Largo da Carioca and took the direction of a modest, clean, safe, and mainly discreet hotel. As we approached, I asked her if that place would agree with her, and then answered yes. We went up the hotel stairwell, registered at the doorway, took the doorman's hand to the room key, and then we walked into the hallway and stopped opposite the bedroom door. I hugged her from behind, entangled her by the waist and hanging her on the butt (I was already hard), when she then said: look, I start taking off my clothes right here. And I said, "No. I opened the door, and we finally entered the room. But before I went into finality, I looked at the door, and I noticed that the doorman smiled and made a sign with his thumb up, as a way of saying “everything cool”. I closed the bedroom door from the inside and asked her not to undress right away, because I wanted to observe something. I turned out the light from the room, and I tried to approach a large-sized mirror that existed in the bedroom, to verify whether or not a secret camera existed behind the mirror, filming us in all our movements while we were there. Nothing verified. I asked her to undress in the bathroom, and after the bath, she went out wrapped in the towel and kept the light off from the room, which she promptly answered, lying in bed. I turned the sound down pretty low and went to the bathroom to take a shower too. After the shower, I also wrapped myself in the towel and went to lie next to him in bed, not without turning off the bathroom light. When I hug her in bed, I see that through the mirror comes a small red dot. I get up and I ask her to stay in bed and I'll go to the door and solve a little problem that had arisen. I went with the towel wrapped around my body, bringing the doorman to his room and I showed him the red dot that appeared in the mirror, then going with him to the room before mine, when I broke the door with my feet, and I found an element with a camera pointed at my room. I take the comrade out of the room in the tapa, throwing the camcorder to the floor and damaging the film roll, I go back to the room and see that Olga had taken refuge in the bathroom, having even dressed herself. I got ready too, I took my money back, and we got out of that hotel, going to another one that didn't have a mirror in the bedroom. Unfortunately, everything changes in this life, even we change. We walked just two blocks and found another hotel, which at first glance seemed to be a reliable hotel. We came in, and I checked in, getting the doorman's keys, and I went to the bedroom. As I always do, I proceed to a survey, so that that unpleasant fact of “voyeur” will not happen again. Nothing to find, I keep the room light out, and then I start a kissing section on my desk (at that time it was mine, only mine), opening your button-by-button blouse. When I get to my breasts, I don't touch them with mash, as most men do, Fico, sometimes licking their nipples, sometimes sucking them, including biting them with their lips. I keep kissing her body, arms, armpits, belly, navel, and I come back body up, until I reach her neck, turning her belly down, and still kissing her back, now her neck. I take my workbook, and I take a pigeon feather from inside. With her still lying on her belly, I begin to pass the light and soft feather on her back, descending to the waistline, and rising again. This kind of caress gives her a chill reaction, as well as the contortionism of her body in a very deep way, similar to the movement of the snake when it moves, pulling out strong sighs and gutts. Still passing the feather on his body, I begin to remove his panties with his left hand, and then I begin a section of kisses, only with the rubbing of my lips and the tip of my tongue in his buttocks, seeking the direction of the watering of his ass. And then the feather goes down to the entrance of her ass, which makes her lift up her hip, leaving her pink little ass to the sample, and her little hole also pink and closed. I did not restrain myself and put my face in the middle of your buttocks, sticking the tip of my tongue in that inviting little hole to be penetrated. And she was loud with pleasure saying out loud: you're going to kill me. Just shove this cock up my ass and rip me up. Go! Go! I turned her face up and noticed that her pussy was totally shaved, smooth, without a hair to get in the way. I've done it again, now in her belly and breasts, making her horny. Then I start a kissing section, with little bites with my lips on your nipples. I've been licking and kissing his body, his belly, his belly until he reached his pussy, which was already all horny. I didn't talk and stick my tongue in your vagina, collecting from there, all your enjoyment, and obviously, swallowing it all without leaving a drop. Then I look for your clitoris, give you a section of quick licks, making it hard, biting you with your lips, making you horny. I note that in the room there is a minibar. I ask her if she usually drinks any hot drinks, in which she says yes. I get up and go to the fridge. I open it and I can't find any drinks, but I find a lot of stick ice cream, which gives me a tremendous idea. I'll take one of them and go back to bed and tell them we'll have popsicle sex today. She laughing asks how, in what I answer: wait, for you will see how it is. I note that the Popsicle is a little soft, which will greatly facilitate my intent. I'll remove the casing and stick the Popsicle in your vagina. She without waiting for my attitude, lets out a scream and at the same time utters various improbations. Immediately I put my mouth in your vagina, and I begin to lick the broth of the popsicle that begins to flow from your pussy. How wonderful! I put the ice cream back in, taking a few more seconds to get more melted ice cream in your vagina, and I'll drink it back with soreness. So he asks me to shove my cock right away, 'cause she's got a boner and she's not holding it anymore. In response to her request, I shove my dick into her ice-cold popsicle pussy and she asks me to shove it all down to the bottom because she wasn't feeling my penetration, and I explain that it was the effect of the ice-cream popsicle. I keep punching her until she feels inside, which takes about five minutes, when she asks me to punch her harder, because she was already coming. I tell her to hold on, and I turn her on my stomach, and without passing anything on her ass, I force the entrance until her head passes away, when she asks me to mistreat her, that I tear her up; that I sweep her all over her. I keep punching for a few minutes, when I ask her to ride over me, like she's gonna ride. She does so and begins her movement of going up and down. Just like I was doing at the same time a circular movement, which made me even more horny. It intensifies her movements, in a demonstration she will enjoy, when she gives a muffled and puffing cry, she arrives at the supreme moment of a relationship, which is the final orgasm, better known as joy. She relaxes her nerves that are still tense, lays on my belly, and starts kissing me with a lot of tenderness, affection, praising me for the wonderful afternoon we spent together, making me promise that that would be the first of a series of afternoons that we could love each other, as it happened. After we've relaxed well, we've been changing caresses for a while, when I look at a clock that was hanging from a wall in the room, and I see that the clock was ticking exactly 17 hours. And then I tell her we should take a shower, because the schedule was already quite early, and she would find a line at the very big bus stop, in what she agrees. We went to the bathroom to bathe, then left the hotel and walked towards the end of the bus. I kept her in line until the moment she boarded the collective. Saying goodbye to her with a kiss, I gave her one until Monday, because that day was Friday, and we didn't work on Saturday, that is, I didn't work. I get out of there and head to Central Brazil, so as to board a train back home, because that day had been an excellent day for me, and I wanted to complete this satisfaction, meddling very and tasty with my wife, which would be done in a motel, with the right to the champagne bath. Yeah. Tonight you promise. I'm going to be dawning with my dick's head all skinned, but I will. Ah! And how am I going!! Count sent by: Desire. Do you like it? Then give your vote.