Passion Takes the Lead

How are you? Hi, I'm in São Paulo, and I'm here to stay. That's nice, Dad, but you had a good time in Bahia, didn't you? <unk> Of course daughter, Salvador has already given it to me. <unk> So, angel, shall we meet to kill the longing? Where and when? First, I'm taking you to lunch at a nice place tomorrow afternoon. Later, I got a foot behind in accessing information about the restaurant: it was far above the level of his Flavio. Surely I would be involved in another role of the bastard. I would so like to be strong and invent an excuse not to go, but my love for him results in contemporaneity and eventually I end up playing his game. Lovers listen to the heart and not the reason, no people? The next day I met him at the appointed place. After our embrace and words of affection, I marveled at his kindness and exaggerated attention on account of my father's being devoid of kindness. The red flag was triggered when I was introduced to a distinguished couple who claimed to be the best customers at the insurance brokerage where he worked, a couple in their late 50s who were receptive and super nice to me. <unk> You are a very beautiful girl, Nicole, the Creator has been generous with you <unk> said the man. "You are also naturally attractive, for I see that you practically do not wear makeup". "Youth is a blessing", said the woman. Minutes later, at the restaurant table, I was delighted with a rather pleasant surprise: "We have heard of your recent birthday", said the man. In addition to the congratulations, the crowns gifted me with a brand-new cell phone, a device that had been my consumer dream for a long time. Even though I'm sick of being suspicious of the trio's ulterior motives, I still loved the paparico so much, and I'd be fine until I found out why they were so nice. Later, after accepting an invitation to a happy hour at the couple's home the following Friday, we said good-bye to them. I went back with Dad and wanted to know what the real purpose of that lunch was because I hadn't understood it yet. His answers were evasive, the guy looked like a politician in interviews, always going off the rails and not giving any clues. He concluded by saying that we would talk about it later. Arriving at his home, a humble and backward dwelling on a plot of land with four other houses, the man embraced me and kissed me with an affection never shown before. I put my nerves aside. It was time to start repaying so many kindnesses. I began to pull down his pants and, kneeling at his feet, I began a caress on his penis. The voluptuousness of our desires was the fuel to present him with the best kiss of all time. I made him want to mock in my mouth and scream like a bug while he fucked in and out of my throat and poured his viscous liquid in abundance. Clutching my hair, he avoided the waste of a single drop by preventing me from leaving. From the living room we went to the bedroom leaving a trail of clothes on the floor. On his mattress I was contemplated with a hickey that only Dad knows how to make on me. His tongue meandered agilely on my clitoris at the same pace of his hands producing sweetness in my breasts. Shit! The man overcame himself, I imagined myself in paradise by reaching an unusual climax and enjoying hallucinatory enjoying an oral of the gods. The smells of an old house, with mold and bedding needing a little sun, were not obstacles enough to reduce the pleasure of the reunion. The footprint of my loving parent was getting stronger and stronger, but without the painful slaps already accustomed to carry on my ass during our trances. However, the evil one could not resist giving a few soft taps, responsible for multiplying my desire and pleasure. This time, I didn't get dragged behind my back like a horse, and incredibly, he even let me go over his head and get control of the stock, and I was even frustrated that I didn't have to play the submissive girl. Moments later, after endless tossing and turning in circles on his wand, the magic moment came to grace the reunion. Not only did I make him groan in chorus with me during his enjoyment, but I was also rewarded with multiple orgasms. Ahhh! I was dying to miss my dad's footsteps, and our off-the-cuff chatter at the peak of the moment. The chemistry between us is ever-present, providing an animalistic intensity to lose one's mind. Ugh! That was on a whim I thought to myself still feeling the final spasms of the orgasms reached. Smiles silently silly as he catches his breath. I could too! We spent a considerable time having sex only in high impact. We remained lying side by side. His Flavius continued to show affection, his hand smoothing my skin gently across my naked body covering the entire area from my neck to the cheeks of my butt. It was taking time! I thought. I suspected from the beginning that there was something behind all his affection and unusual generosity. For me, I would have left the matter quiet, I would have preferred to sleep my princess sleep. But he turned my body forcing me to look at him. Dad, tell me who I'll have to fuck to help you! This time it's cleaning, a nice business to make a quick buck. And where would the robbery be? It's nothing like that, I'll explain... My father's original idea was to cast me as an escort who only showed off her body to warm the relationship of a mature couple. But as the explanation progressed, it became clear that their true intention was to have a date for a relaxing massage, where I would be naked like them, and our bodies would be lubricated with gel, and the couple would lie down while I did the "massage" by rubbing my entire body on them, especially the intimate parts. If you think I'll open my legs to your client just because he gave me a cell phone, forget it, I'm out of this weird parade! It's not that, Nicole, that was a gift and a proof of good intentions, and penetrative sex is not the focus of this business, there are mature couples who need sex toys, sex toys, or a young third person to activate their desires and rekindle the relationship. You think, Dad, that someone can hold the wave while rubbing on a naked body all lubricated? He kept explaining his point of view, Dad knew how to use emotional and financial arguments to convince people. I promised to think about it and give you an answer later. In addition to incest and other "burdens" hard to bear on my conscience, I don't know if I would have the structure to bear another burden. That's it for now, kisses! I'll tell you more in the next one.