In Search of Pleasure (From Her Point Of View) Part 02

After that first encounter, Beto and I had another one just as torrid as the first, but at some point I warned him we couldn't keep these furtive meetings inside the workshop because there was a risk of an outspoken person who would lose everything; he nodded with a hint of nonconformity and I thought I lost the gallant young fuck forever. However, several weeks went by without his looking for me until the night when he arrived on a brand new motorcycle. "You know what you are going to get fucked very hot!" Slightly hesitant, I finally accepted the invitation and we went to a motel where he asked for one of the most expensive suites.
Of course, I was not at all interested in the refinement and features of such a suite because my interest centered on Beto's pyre; we went into an insane relationship with the right to have his tongue strolling through my mouth making me enjoy horrors before it would be filled by his rigid and hot mast that fucked me with the same dexterity as always; some time later I decided to turn the game around and asked to stand over him; Beto loved the idea and showed himself hallucinatingly squeezing my tits while I climbed up and down on its juicy roll; there he delivered so many points filling me of a warm gala... while I was enjoying an ultimate delight that nearly knocked me out.
We had a lot of fun in the suite, but there came a time when I was forced to end it all by thinking about what excuse I'd give for my horn when I got home almost at dawn with a bottle full of male fuck! Luckily for me her husband succumbed on his bed after having some ice cream and who knows fucking one of their whores which allowed me to enter without being noticed; I looked at the naked coffee vest stretched out over the bed and felt an insane desire to rub my bottle with remnants of Beto's shit on its face, but I controlled myself because revenge is good silent vengeance!
As the days went by, I noticed that not only had Beto distanced himself from me but he was also showing a lack of diligence in his work. He attracted attention both to Aurelio and to other employees at the workshop; then one afternoon news came down on me like a bomb. Aurelio requested a meeting just with me where he told me that Beto had been caught in the middle of a police approach to a stolen vehicle dismantling operation, wherein he was acting as some kind of facilitator providing cold tax receipts and negotiating with clients, including some loyal patrons at his workshop who wasted no time denouncing the scheme.
- Look, don't worry that everything is fine <unk> he finished in a measured tone <unk> of course the police want to hear everyone who works with me just to rule out involvement ..., so be aware that soon you will be summoned to appear at the station and give testimony.
After that fateful day my life turned into a torment; I imagined I could betray myself in front of the police and reveal that I slept with Beto even though I knew nothing about his parallel life ..., but who would believe me?
At last the summons came to me; on the appointed day I put on a very sober garment with my hair tied in a ponytail and walked into the police station now praying, now blaspheming with nerves the flower of skin. Arriving there I found myself faced by a band of men looking at me with looks that went from reproach through irony to mockery, putting me in a position of weakness and increasing my fear for what was coming; and amidst so many men a woman came towards me.
"Hi, good morning. My name is Amanda and I'm a police clerk", she announced in an amiable tone.
Next to another woman I felt a little safer and followed her steps through the corridor that ended at the door of a room where there was a sign indicating we had reached our destination; as soon as I entered, I came across a man about fifty years old wearing social shirt and tie with well-groomed grey hair and carefully combed bearing a full moustache and possessing a pair of lovely green eyes even in contrast to his austere air; he stared at me for an instant nodding his head pointing towards the chair which stood before his desk asking me to sit down and e. Amanda asked if I wanted some water or coffee, but I said no since I couldn't swallow anything in that situation.
- Look, be calm because there's no reason to worry. This is a formality of the inquiry and I need to take testimony from everyone who somehow maintained contact with the criminal... so answer quietly and if you don't remember it all right can we start?
With cold hands and a tremor in my spine, I nodded in agreement as Amanda took her position at the computer to transcribe everything that would be said. The whole thing didn't take more than an hour-and-a-half - although it seemed much longer to me!
"This is my contact on whatsapp, if you need anything talk to me", Amanda said as she handed me a card holding my hands with a firm, warm and soft touch that caused a shiver in me.
I confess that I went away still enjoying the sensation of Amanda's touch whose gaze seemed to conceal libidinous intentions; I returned to work and in a few weeks the matter relating to Beto was lost in the mists, although my little pocket would still cry for him from time to time. To my surprise one day the shop steward appeared unexpectedly at the workshop wanting to speak with Aurelio; I attended his service controlling my fear that he might bring some information which could harm me.
- He is not? All right, then! "said Leonardo with an indecipherable expression on his face" tell him I was here and that the inquiry took its course ...
"Is that all?" I asked, unable to contain my burning curiosity.
"Actually, I do... and it's you!" he replied in an insinuating tone.
Before I could think of anything to say Leonardo turned his back and walked away, leaving me there frightened and full of fears. However, much to my surprise the person who called me that same week was Amanda the clerk inviting me for a coffee because she wanted to know how I was doing (!); even scared by her conversation with the deputy I ended up accepting her invitation as her tone seemed calm inspiring confidence; we set off late next afternoon in a cafeteria not near either the workshop or the police station. When I arrived at the appointed place, I observed Amanda more closely: she was between forty and fifty years old, red-dyed hair with some whitish roots, a discreetly bulky body well conditioned in clothing slightly shorter than advisable.
Although her face was smooth and without many marks, Amanda usually displayed an expression that oscillated between sobriety and authority concealing the more feminine side of herself which had surfaced when she saw me coming. We sat around a table in the back of the cafeteria and asked for two expressions as we began to talk amenities, with her subtly wanting to know more about me than I did about her; I even thought that this could be a frame-up to extract more information on my involvement with Beto, but it didn't take long to put away this idea since the conversation turned into something more intimate and soon revealed itself in all its colors.
-Look, darling, I know how things are for a woman <unk> she said softly placing her hand on my arm causing an inexplicably delicious shiver <unk> men just want to use us and then ..., leave for another! ... but I tell you..., everything can be much better...
"Better how?" I asked, interrupting Amanda's speech. What is your point?
-From the first moment I saw you at the police station, I was attracted to you <unk> she replied with an open-minded tone <unk> I'm bisexual ..., and you are a very interesting woman..., I never had the courage to reveal myself in this way for someone but with you I felt confident about it ...
"You mean you had a crush on me?" I asked, still slightly frightened and fearful.
-Yes, I felt it! And still do! <unk> she replied by gently squeezing my arm provoking a new shiver running through my skin <unk> but if you find this ugly or unacceptable ..., all right..., I understand ...
-Look, Amanda ..., I am very surprised by all this and at the moment don't know what to say! <unk>I replied with emphatic sincerity staring her face <unk>and confess that I do not consider ugly or even unacceptable..., just need some time and ...
-Don't worry, dear <unk> she said interrupting me by displaying a sweet smile and squeezing my arm a little longer <unk> let us agree on the following: everything in its own time ..., when you feel comfortable at least talking about it, look for me.
I nodded my head and we continued to enjoy our hot drinks. "And if you must know, Doctor Leonardo was also interested in you!" she snapped as we were about to say good-bye; thinking of all that had happened and amazed by this lustful wave enveloping me, I went back into the workshop; never did I think I could become someone capable of arousing interest from both men and women; on one hand it seemed a bit frightening but on the other very exciting!
That night, when I came home to find my now-dead and horny husband lying on the couch sipping a beer while watching football on television unable even to greet me found an even greater reason for hooking him up as much as possible before kicking his ass! On Friday morning I put on a flowery dress with thin straps dispensing bra and panties too and built up courage by texting Amanda asking her out; she responded with "like" and thousands of passionate little hearts. She wrote that she was in the car and could come by to pick me up, which I accepted only requesting we meet on the street behind the shop so as not to be stared at or flagrant.
Our tongues performed a luxurious dance while our hands still behaved with some impatience although I could already feel my whining chatter; shortly afterwards we parted and Amanda set off in her car heading for an entirely new destination to me, she parked the car inside the garage of the suite requested at reception and both walked down hugging towards the room where Amanda soon tried to take off my dress not hiding her surprise when discovering that there was nothing else underneath it. For more mind-blowing kisses. In this impetuous whirlwind she led me to the bed making me sit on the edge moving away to take off her clothes.
As I saw her naked before me, my body trembled and the flowing nectar moistened my bouquet even more; Amanda had a simply spectacular body with well-defined shapes obtained at great expense of gymnastics but without looking marbled; her round firm breasts were crowned by stubborn nipples prominent in rosy haloes crying out to be savored while her tightly turned thighs formed from underbelly a triangle whose perfection was divine work. and open my legs dipping his face between them gifting me with a tongue no man would be able to provide.
I lost count of how many orgasms she gave me as my mind was clouded by the indescribable pleasure that I experienced at this moment, now moaning, then sighing and now screaming mad with delight. Amanda didn't give me a break with her tongue sliding all over abused and my vulva entitled to hold my clitoris between her lips clasping it affectionately triggering an insane sensory experience. At one point she turned her body over mine offering me her plump, well-shaved little mouthpiece so that I could enjoy her body which I did with enormous care and diligence allowing herself to also have intense and voracious fun.
<unk>This my love is a penis strap ..., and it serves to give you what you deserve!<unk>, she replied when I asked which accessory was the one that she had brought from her car and fastened on her waist; I was stunned by the answer and even more so observing him with his perfect details imitating a large, thick and hard pistol; Amanda covered me with her body using one of her hands to drive the false pirouette in the direction of my jerk who soon invaded the brute with a blunt pelvic blow that caused such an impact that I did not hold back a scream of passion upon seeing myself filled by the toy That's my partner.
Amanda wasted no time in moving her pelvis and waist up and down, inserting, removing and re-inserting her imitation into my scrotum provoking orgasm after orgasm and putting me in such a situation that I was afraid to faint or even lose consciousness. Such was the magnitude of pleasure she gave me at this moment ..., a pleasure which, I confess, no man has been able to give me with so much mastery and dedication. Not satisfied with the sweet chastisement she inflicted on my vulva, she still made a point of taking my breasts in her hands squeezing them tenderly and clenching those smoky nipples that were being sucked violently as she alternated them into her ever-eager mouth.
I had already lost all sense of time and space when Amanda pulled the dildo out from inside me, got rid of it and sat on my face rubbing her vagina forcing me to lick it with as much care as she deserved. <unk>Ahhh! Ahnnn! That's right! Suck your mistress pussy, you little bitch! Aahhh! Don't stop! No! Aahh! She babbled in a hushed voice.
I was engaged in licking and suckling that smooth, plump little mouthpiece providing my partner with an orgasmic portion equal to what she had offered me and exulted at hearing her groan, scream and sigh announcing loudly every new joy which burst forth from within. My mind fixed on the phrase "your mistress's bouquet", catering for a feeling of sweet submission as if it really wanted Amanda to be mine. And there came a time when we were at the edge of our physiology, breathing with some difficulty feeling sweat droplets trickling down through our bodies on the verge of exhaustion imposing that we needed a well-deserved respite.
We fell asleep in each other's arms like a couple, and the few times I woke up looking at that face filled with an almost transcendent ecstasy and smiling openly experiencing an unexplainable sense of freedom! I felt free to do whatever I wanted with my life hoping it wasn't all just a dream. And realistic proof came when Amanda awoke kissing me several times before she suggested we take a bath together. With the shower water pouring over our bodies we were seized by a lust reborn from ashes and soon I was huddled in front of Amanda with my tongue scraping her warm, tearful gratin.
At one point, Amanda made me stand up by putting my back to her and kneeling behind starting squeezing and kissing my buttocks shortly before separating them licking the drip with special attention on my brioche that every bite flashed and drove me crazy with desire. Without warning, Amanda stood sticking her body to mine at the same time as she pricked my little hole, initially with a finger and then inserting two! I confess it was an uncomfortable feeling at first, but even so I was enjoying bouncing and moaning like a hot dog in heat. "I know what you need..., my cock breaking through that abused, tight ass!" she whispered in my ear provoking a myriad of conflicting sensations oscillating between desire, madness and fear.
When I found myself back in bed where Amanda made me stand on all fours with my butt steep and face sunk into a pillow; she separated my buttocks with the crushed meat between her fingers, and proceeded to lick the area and pierce the brioche with the tip of her tongue salivating heavily over it.
As she pushed the brute I experienced a sensation which proved at first only an annoyance, but soon turned into pain; I tried to run away, babbling imploring her to cool down its impulse to what Amanda showed herself unconcerned concentrated just on healing me mercilessly; and when that bowed mast fixed itself entirely inside of me begged for an interval it was granted me only to restart with vigorous prayerful thrusts plunging well deep, praying pulling almost all the way back out again provoking indescribable feelings going from pain to desire I didn't want her to interrupt the fucking thing. And at the apex of this anal fuck I experienced something that I didn't even know was possible, for it gave me my first anal pleasure shaking and rattling my body as if I were just a toy in the power of its owner who still whipped me unforgivably although she knew full well that from then on all her effort had flowed into the most extraordinary pleasures never before experienced by me!
To end this moment of unrestrained lust, Amanda pulled out the tool by getting rid of it turning me upside down and once again placing her jersey over my face demanding that I share in what had been my first anal intercourse; devoting myself to giving him his due reward for his performance and no respite licking, sucking and nibbling on his vulva as well as his clitoris making amanda enjoy a veritable orgasmic avalanche shaking her body forcefully rubbing her vulva against my face with tremendous speed until culminating in an der Razor jockey who literally knocked her out.
Lying on the bed beside me, Amanda seemed to be at that boundary between conscious ecstasy and unconscious exhaustion; shortly afterwards we embraced each other and fell asleep in perfect harmony. I was the first one to wake up and did not have the courage to make Amanda regain her senses delighting myself by seeing her sleeping full and fulfilled just like I felt too. Think carefully about what you are going to do with your life! I always wanted a partner like you, but what I don't want is to see her ruining your life because of me!<unk>", warned Amanda as we left the motel the next morning when I revealed my intention to leave home and dump my husband.
At first I was upset by Amanda's position, but soon she explained to me that no matter what might happen because we were definitely united. Before saying goodbye I looked into her eyes and kissed her for a long time. "Staying with you won't ruin my life ..., it will save me from this mess of accepting a marriage without any future!" And so one morning my husband packed up his things and announced that he was leaving me (which, in fact, he had already done a long time ago!); when I told Amanda the news she just smiled and asked when she could move into my house.
Of course, my husband's departure was the work of delegate Leonardo who in return demanded to climb me; Amanda who already knew everything agreed without hesitation, imposing as a condition that she could attend the show. One Saturday night he came to my house where I had been waiting for him wearing only high-heeled shoes (his fetish!) and nothing else; Leonardo's nudity was something of an extremely virile and insinuating masculinity; this is not to mention his member which possessed hallucinatory dimensions. And afterwards I confess that neither Juca nor Beto could match the feet of this male who knew how to treat a woman. In foreplay he took care to explore every detail of my body, with his strong hands strolling through my skin arousing a delicious wave of shivers and his mouth playing an unparalleled supporting role.
I vibrated with the sensation of that broad, firm chest covered by gray hair brushing my nipples leaving them even more numb and that mouth making stirrups on my bouquet and then in my ass; it all seemed a meticulously prepared ritual anticipating the moment when he penetrated me with his stiff pistol, filling me up in such a way that already at first pelvic movements made me enjoy orgasms which rattled my body and shook my mind. smiling at me with an expression of delight, but also security in knowing that by the end of all this fucking I'd still belong to her forever. Leonardo used and abused me, then finally poured out his voluminous load of sperm in defeat. Of course while he was napping on the edge of our bed Amanda and I were consuming our idyll between many licks and blowjobs; before falling asleep from exhaustion I thought about how life offers more choices than we ever imagined.