KNOWING the investment

Look, this narrative though written in the first person is not about a personal experience but rather what was confided to me by a friend... however I must make it clear that it's something whose possibility pleases me very much.
My sex life was on the sidewalk, going up and down without expectations or novelty; both at home and outside it everything was in a state of suspense, apathetic and with no erection. Anyway, things went from bad to worse until one day I read an erotic article about "inversion", where man transmuted into passive role, not as pantomime of clothing and submissive behaviours (excuse me if you don't mind), but rather where couple switched roles quietly and without trauma.
The story I read was about a newly married guy who, after going through all kinds of crazy stuff in and out of bed, felt the chill from not having any options to get into relationships, desperate for what could happen.
According to him, the experience was incredible and the pleasure achieved by the couple was beyond imagination. That narrative aroused in me a huge interest of knowing and also practicing such an "investment"; however, I needed to find the ideal partner for realizing my fantasy.
I was sort of at a loss, since most women with whom I interacted showed no inclination to put my fantasy into practice and that it had to be theirs as well.
Until the day I met Isabella, this girl in her mid-thirties was a beautiful mulatto of German descent on her father's side with long black hair that was smooth and heavy, blue eyes like the sky, and an unusually thin body type called "plus size light". We met by chance when she as flight attendant for an airline needed some legal guidance about terminating her employment contract.
After all her doubts had been cleared up, I invited her for coffee which she readily accepted. We went down and walked to a cafeteria near my workplace. As we savored our delicious expressions, talked amenities with an aura of more intimate interest hovering between us, I would closely examine that beautiful mulatto while imagining her naked on a crazy bed by way of a good climb.
Such a thought ignited my libido, so that at one point I felt the heartbeat overwhelm me; I cannot say whether Isabella perceived my state of excitement but it is certain her eyes carried something obscene hidden behind their brilliance. We finished our coffee and as we left the cafeteria said good-bye in the most formal way possible.
I put that mulatto aside, because I couldn't imagine an eventual involvement between us, including the fact she was younger than me and followed my monotonous and unpleasant course of life. But the truth is Isabella did not leave my memory and my groin for a long time, leaving an indelible mark on the interest she had aroused in me.
My out-of-control excitement drove me to the point of committing a madness in order "to unload" the libido charge I was carrying inside. And this madness came in the form of a beautiful girl named Nice; Nice was one of those women who stands near traffic lights, handing out pamphlets from various interests. The first time I saw her, I told him that I would only accept his leaflet if he comes with a smile on his face.
She promptly complied with my request, opening a broad smile of targeted and well-groomed teeth. Nice was a young woman in her early twenties, chubby with huge breasts, whose silhouette aroused desire even in an eunuch and her almost angelic countenance concealed a female ready for any mischief.
The day I came back from my work, very late at night, I saw Nice leaning on a pole looking into infinity while smoking a cigarette. I parked the car next to her and jumped out of it approaching her. We greeted each other effusively and I took advantage to win a nice stamp.
I asked what Nice was doing there and she told me that she was waiting for the vehicle which usually picked up the girls at the end of their "file" with payment. So, my intuition said this moment would be an opportunity for her to unburden herself about something bothering me.
The driver, a middle-aged man with an annoying look on his face, got out of the car and picked up packets of leaflets that Nice had not been able to distribute.
He growled something about her getting into the vehicle, but Nice dismissed it by saying that he would go away with me; he looked at me grumpily and after a frown turned his back and walked off. I invited Nice to get in my car and we drove towards her house. As I was alone at home since my daughter and wife had travelled, I invited the girl over for a beer with me. Another cheeky smile accompanied by an affirmative nod of head.
In a few minutes we were at home. I asked Nice to make herself comfortable on the living room couch and went into the kitchen, returning from there with an ice-cold can of beer for her and a soft drink for me (since I'm abstinent). And as soon as I entered the room I was startled by the image of Nice completely naked on the sofa; she gave another sly chuckle and said calmly that she had only accepted my invitation.
She was quite a girl; delicious breasts with nipple-tipping, crowned by broad aureolas that were beginning to go numb. Not wanting to waste any more time, I put the drinks on the side table and fell face down into those exuberant boobs.
I suckled and licked Nice's nipples, driving her completely insane as she whined and writhed like a cat in heat.
Nice did not hesitate and knelt in front of me, holding the roll by its base and swallowing it almost entirely; she was extremely skilled with her mouth at sucking and spitting out the roll, grasping it between her teeth without biting. I held her hair short and let her perform her art as well as she pleased. After a while she got up on all fours on the couch and asked me to fuck her from behind.
I positioned myself appropriately, and after gripping my partner's huge buttocks pointing at the roller thrust it in with a single deep blow (after all, I was too excited); Nice almost screamed as she felt the roll penetrate her vagina which though lubricated resisted my wild penetration.
Nice taunted so many times that I lost count, praising my performance with a hoarse voice and charged by an irregular breathing.
We fucked for so long that I had already lost track of the time; our bodies were sweaty and fatigue was showing signs of exhausting my resistance, although I continued to fuck Nice with all the energy at my disposal. "Oh shit! Shove this roll up my ass soon!" The sentence spoken by Nice amidst moans and sighs revealed to me an energy which until then I did not know I possessed, because immediately I held the hard roller by its base and after a small massage on the girl's anal orifice, pointed out the glans and holding it firmly swelled halfway through the instrument, brutally tearing it apart.
Nice drowned his scream between her clothes lying on the couch and raised its ass offering itself for sacrifice; I sunk all of my dick inside the girl's bowels and proceeded to carry out frantic movements back and forth within my partner's fucking arse.
She groaned and kept drowning her screams as much as she could, until I announced the first anal orgasm; she mocked me a couple of times, up to my resistance's peak, when at last I told her that I was about to make fun...and before I could finish the sentence, the girl pushed me back with an abrupt movement of her butt, disconnecting my dick from her ass.
Then she turned and knelt in front of me, taking the roller with one hand and applying a powerful punch until the spasms that ran through my body made me shudder at impending ejaculation. The jets projected themselves against my partner's sweaty body, grinding her breasts, her face and rushing away in faithful obedience to the law of gravity.
She laid down on the couch and invited me to do the same, so I lay beside her holding onto her beautiful breasts and letting her caress me as much as she wanted.
It was early morning when I left Nice in front of her house where she lived with my parents; we kissed and thanked each other for the wonderful evening, she looked at me and with another cheeky chuckle replied that thanks were hers for my above-average performance. And on this night I slept as never before satisfied and proud to fuck a girl whose breasts had an easy smile!
A few days later, I went to a blog that discussed the topic of my interest - "inversion" and sat there reading comments and asking some questions until at one point an audience member whose nickname was <unk>avassaladora<unk> asked me how far would I go in order to practice the sport of inversion.
This participant replied, typing that if I agreed we could meet to clear this doubt; immediately I asked when and where ...
It was Friday night, and there I stood waiting for this "avassaladora"; we arranged to meet at a small restaurant in the vicinity of a central square, a cozy place with great discretion where I waited for her while sipping on an ice-cold soda.
And what was my surprise when, walking down the sidewalk and coming towards me, I caught sight of Isabella approaching with a resolute gait. She was dazzling in an extremely short white dress that accentuated her voluptuous and well-accented shapes. The high heeled shoes made her walk even more sensual and her body's giggle seemed like an insinuating dance which activated my primal sense of masculinity.
She stood beside me, bowed and we kissed before I could even get up from the table to greet her; the waiter came over and she asked for a glass of red wine. Overcome by initial surprise, Isabella was curious about why my enormous curiosity in "inversion" had been aroused; I laughed roughly and replied that I was open to new experiences as my sex life went on without those surprises which make it deliciously spicy.
Isabella was very pleased with my detachment, and we went on to enjoy our drinks, which preceded a frugal but rather lively dinner. When we were finished the mulatto leaned towards me and after touching the top of my thigh asked if it would be possible for us to continue our experience in some more secluded and quiet place.
We headed for my house, since I was still alone and free to do as he pleased.
When we got there, I asked Isabella to make herself comfortable and offered to get her a drink; she thanked me by asking if I had any wine at home. I recalled that I'd won two bottles and said yes, questioning whether she preferred red or white. "Red is warmer", she replied with an airy smile on her lips.
Isabella had seated herself on the couch, barefoot and cross-legged, allowing her dress to show off some of her deliciously provocative thighs.
I handed her the glass of wine and sat beside her, close enough to smell its sweet and striking fragrance; she asked if I was not accompanying her. To which I replied that I didn't drink. "A man who does not drink ..., interesting", she remarked with another even more naughty smile on his lips. "And what is your vice, my dear?"
My hand advanced through the inner part of her thigh, feeling the skin warm and firm, causing me an immediate and impressive erection. Isabella lowered her hand down to my groin, squeezing the volume that was pronounced in order to feel its dimension. In a few minutes she had released the roll pulsating on her hand; she massaged the bangle and then fell from his mouth sucking gulpily.
While she was sucking me, I stroked her hair and felt the softness of it; abused, my hand went down to her enormous butt patting and squeezing. After some time Isabella stopped what she was doing and stood up demanding that I undress immediately. Surprised and stunned by this unexpected command, I realized that such a "reversal" was about to take place.
I obeyed the order without arguing, and in a few minutes was naked before my partner who now acted as if she were my mistress. She walked around me, examining me like an object. Her gaze had become harsher and her smile disappeared. Although I felt a hint of humiliation inside myself, I confess that this feeling of dominance and submission excited me to such an extent that I never experienced an erection so potent.
Isabella stood in front of me, staring at the hard roll. She turned her gaze to mine and then with another cheeky smile she turned around and went over where her purse was. When she came back I had a palmatory in my hands! My whole body trembled. I felt a chill in my belly foreseeing what would come next.
"You're a bad boy, you know", Isabella said as she rubbed the tip of her palm on the hard roll; "I think it needs a lesson to learn how to be more obedient ..., wasn't that what you wanted..., learning about inversion ...?"
As she made another turn around my body, a wave of fear grew inside me ..., and I could hardly react when the first blow struck my buttocks. It was a deafening noise that preceded the searing pain that came next. I did not shout or even respond, remaining steadfast and determined to receive punishment. Isabella ordered me to lie on all fours on the couch, which I obeyed immediately. And new blows followed one after another.
The intensity gradually increased, and I marveled at the strength of my partner; each blow was more vigorous and precise, followed by an almost unbearable pain.
Isabella's control over me was so powerful that I could sense her domination and taste the power she wielded; each stroke of palmatory felt like a release and an erection.
- The inversion, my dear <unk> said Isabella in a velvety voice as she slapped me on the buttocks without any mercy <unk> is something that needs to be learned with submission ..., only by being submissive will you be able to accept what comes next.
And the blows continued, increasingly intense and painful; and all the pain that I felt was not able to supplant the excitement that I was feeling ..., I must say there was a moment when I wished for an end to it all, get up, take this woman in my arms and fuck her in every possible way.
Suddenly, Isabella's punishment ceased and I felt a certain relief even though my buttocks were burning with fire and my legs and arms stank of weakness.
Isabella stroked my buttocks for some time, until the moment when her fingers began to explore my anus; a shiver ran through my spine causing me a strange sensation of excitement.She circled the ring carefully, and without warning squeezed it with one finger as if forcing penetration. It was a strange feeling, like something pushing my bowels, but nothing capable of causing restlessness.
Once again Isabella went to her purse, returning with something in hand. She knelt on the couch behind me and caressed my aching butt once more. Again she felt a touch on my anus, only this time it wasn't her fingers; it was something cold and hard.
"Do you know what this is, my dear?" she asked maliciously. "It's a small reversing instrument... it's the first one and therefore I order you to relax or else your sensation will be much more uncomfortable".
Isabella cleverly cracked open my buttocks with one hand, while the other inserted a small object into my anus. The first sensation was very painful as if something were tearing up my ass and invading my bowels at the same time that my erection became even more potent. I resisted until she stuck it in me completely, ripping me to shreds and forcing an uncontrollable scream out of me.
Then everything became relaxed; I was subject to her and her object, it was an inversion and at that moment I was the passive one and she activated it. Isabella stood behind me and began simulating anal penetration by holding the object with one hand and my waist with the other, striking vigorously in increasingly intense back-and-forth movements.
On the other hand, my erection persisted in becoming more powerful and maddening; if I could, I would subdue that domineering whore and eat her ass just as ferociously; however, at this moment, I preferred to surrender myself to Isabella's dominating inversion. And while I was thinking about it, I felt Isabel's other hand caressing my balls and taking hold of my scroll firmly and applying a delicious punch on them. "Nossa!"
Isabella proceeded to fuck me with this object and masturbate, making me feel a hard-on that I had never felt before; although there was an edge of embarrassment for the ass I suffered from, the hardness far surpassed anything else I could feel. At first, I confess there was some revolt, even masculine humiliation at being put in such a situation; however, the pleasure it gave me was so intense that I set aside any feeling just to give myself over to the debauchery of a domineering woman.
"That's it, you son of a bitch!" she whispered in my ear with an almost threatening tone.
I wanted to resist, deny it, say that I was a man and would not submit myself to her ..., I very much wished to be able to say this ... but on the other hand what I felt was the opposite; I did want to surrender to her, let her do with me as she liked, how she liked and when she liked ..., and no matter how much I resisted, words flowed out of my mouth because they were beyond my control ..., who commanded me at that moment was my desire, and only him.
-Yes ..., yes madam <unk> I babbled with the loudest voice that could have in this situation <unk> Yes, I am your slave..., make of me what you want ...
I barely had time to finish the sentence, because Isabella was excited and took advantage of it by burying that object further into my anus, tightening up my muscles and making my roll even harder.
Suddenly, Isabella stopped stocking me up and let that object inside of me; she pushed me onto the couch and ordered me to lie on my stomach showing off my imposing erection. I felt pain from it being tucked into me but put all this aside when she climbed over me, took the scroll in her hands and pointed it at her vagina. Isabella was still wearing the beautiful dress, but soon realized there wasn't anything else beyond it because its wet muzzle licked my dick as he touched his big lips.
I grabbed her by the waist and pulled her violently down, causing it to penetrate all at once; Isabella groaned loudly as she savored the scroll buried in her mouthpiece. But before I could maintain control over her, Isabella wrapped one of her hands around my throat, squeezing painfully.
I felt the air rarefy, almost to the point of a deadly suffocation; however my partner was well aware of the risk because the pressure exerted was only enough to immobilize me and not kill me. And that's how she began riding on top of me thrusting and spitting out my roll from her vagina with furious movements. I was her object of pleasure and nothing more; but still I was loving it all.
Isabella enjoyed my erection as much as she could, and I gave her so many orgasms that you can't even count.
At the moment when my physical endurance reached its limit, I warned her about my state of near mockery ..., Isabella squeezed a little more my neck and screamed that I would only make fun whenever she wanted; I tried to react, but the pinch which she inflicted on one of my nipples made me cry out and surrender myself to his will.
I resisted as long as I could, and when there was no way out told her that the inevitable was about to happen; deftly Isabella leapt up releasing the scroll from within herself. She pulled me off the couch like a puppet of hers ordering me to stay on my feet. I obeyed. So Isabella stood face-to-face with me and while masturbating squeezed painfully at my balls whenever I demonstrated near orgasm.
This went on for several minutes, until she released me and ordered that I should stop mocking alone and kneel before her. I obeyed, and humiliated and downcast began to masturbate violently, an inexplicable violence as if hating myself or feeling dominated by this incredible woman. Before I could reach the climax, Isabella took hold of my neck, squeezed it tightly and made me stand upright, commanding that I not interrupt what I was doing.
When she released me, Isabella put one of her hands under the scroll while the other pressed it against my anus.
"Come on, you piece of shit!" she said pushing the object even deeper into me.
I intensified the movements to such an extent that I could feel Isabella twisting me violently until orgasm came, and then I ejaculated like a madman screaming and writhing with my roll pointed at Isabel's hand while watching jets of pleasure settle on her palm.
However, Isabella didn't give me any respite by holding my neck and pressing even more on the object in my ass; before I could do or say anything she rubbed her clenched hand against my face demanding that I lick my own semen. Well I tried to resist but was utterly shattered, overcome and dominated by my partner's will...
Shortly thereafter, Isabella was pleased and released me by removing the object from my anus and showing it to me...it was a medium-sized oval glass object; I was startled at its dimensions, unable to believe that it had penetrated me.
I tried to relax, but my partner still had plans for me; she made me kneel in front of her seated on the couch and after a few minutes ordered me to take off his shoes. I obeyed, mesmerized by those beautiful feet Isabella rubbed them against my chest then brought one closer to my mouth; looked at it waiting for what was coming.
-Lick my feet, your scrotum <unk> ordered her with a frighteningly superior look <unk> licks and suckles his fingers ..., one by one ..., come on, I don't have the whole night.
Once again, I obeyed fearlessly. I imagine that another man in my situation might have felt diminished by being treated this way, but for me at the time it was a reward to serve that woman...I couldn't explain because I had never acted like that before and don't think I would ever do so again except with her. Lying down on both of her feet, sucking each one of her fingers, draining them with grief and enjoying an overwhelming new excitement.
Isabella delighted in moaning and sighing at every suck of mine, and I realized that the pleasure was such that she enjoyed just having her fingers licked by me.
-Now I want you to fuck me very nice <unk> your tone was no longer threatening, but at the same time it wasn't pleading. It was just a woman asking to be fucked by a man.
I penetrated her affectionately and began to fuck that little face in a different way, without excessive manliness but with the docility of a novel. We climbed for some more time as Isabella enjoyed my penetrations while I sipped on those delicious boobs made from tasty stuffed nipples. Besides, she had beautiful full breasts which delighted me immensely.
A warm, vigorous and full of sensations joy I fell asleep on her ...
I thanked Isabella for the unique, shamelessly insane experience and opportunity to know such a "reversal". She looked at me with an evil grin and answered as she picked up her purse and walked towards the door.
- No need to thank you <unk> she replied affectionately <unk> That was just the beginning ..., if you want more, just call me..., I'm always available for something so tasty ...
I took Isabella to your house and we said goodbye with a long, warm kiss.
I confess that after that day, others came and with each new experience I felt even more rewarded. Isabella fucked me a plastic pinto, which later found out to be called "scrap", then let herself fuck by me in an overwhelming fury. Suckled her feet and licked them; allowed her to rub his cheek on my face; was punished with the palmatory, as well as with a stick; finally we did crazy things that made me a satisfied man and much more open to new experiences.
Over time, Isabella and I grew apart until we completely lost touch.
I confess that I'd like to repeat the experience more often, but I have never met anyone whom I trusted as I do this exuberant and very experienced mulatto.