I 've been looking for a job .

Recently, in an informal conversation with a neighbor, for whom I have enormous regard, he came to whine about his daughter and the difficulties she was facing in her work; he told me that she had been admitted to a very distant law office, and that she was working hard for little (!); he then asked me to help him find a more suitable placement for her, for he, as a father, was too concerned about her future.
A few days later, he came to my house and handed me an envelope with what I had asked for. I distributed it to some well-known lawyers, and two of them told me that they were interested in a new partner, which made me very happy. I told this to my friend Henrique, who also shared my joy.
It was on that day that I met his wife, Grace; I cannot deny that upon seeing her I felt a strong attraction for her; Grace was a woman of about sixty years, platinum-colored hair, strong black eyes, thin lips and a certain haughtiness; she came to us and thanked me for the effort; I replied that she could only thank me if my effort resulted in a favorable outcome for her daughter; without further ado, we said goodbye, and I walked away with a horny itch between my legs!
Days passed, then weeks, then months, and, unfortunately, nothing new came up; but one morning, one of the lawyers with whom I had left a resume contacted me to say that a friend of his had told him that a cashier was looking for an assistant for his office and that he was interested in Henry's daughter's curriculum information. He gave me a card and asked me to pass it on to her to contact her to schedule an interview; I thanked her for the referral, and in the afternoon of the same day I went to Henry's house to give her the news.
To my surprise, it was Grace who came to meet me; she was wearing a colorful bermuda and a white regatta shirt, the neckline of which suggested succulent, braless breasts; I told her about the information I had been given and handed her my contact card; immediately her eyes turned red, and with a shy smile she asked me: "Nossa! So cheerful! Can I hug you?" At first, I was speechless, but Grace did not wait for a response, embracing me affectionately; I could feel her sweet, sweet smell and the warmth her body gave off.
"I don't know how to thank you", she said after we had a fight.
I said with a smile. Besides, I can still move a few sticks in her favor.
I don't even know how to repay you, she said, between smiles.
I preferred not to answer, since my libidinous mind imagined various forms of "thank you". Days later, this lawyer friend of mine called me saying that everything indicated that Henrique's daughter would be admitted to the position. I thanked for the information and tried to call Henrique, since days before, he had given me his mobile number.
However, I was greeted by his wife, Grace; I told her the news, and she was delighted, further informing that her daughter had received a message from the administrative sector, requesting her attendance for the formalities of practice, indicating that her hiring was liquid and certain. I was very pleased with the information, and was about to say goodbye, when ...
"Don't you want to have a cup of coffee here at home?" she asked in a friendly tone.
- It would be a pleasure! <unk> I answered without hesitation <unk> When could we make the appointment?
- Can it be on Friday? <unk> she returned <unk> In the morning part?
I agreed and we arranged the time; I don't know why, I stopped asking if Henry would be present, but as my mind, once again, wandered down the winding path of libidinousness, I pondered that this would be the right thing to do.
On Friday morning, as usual, I put on my running shorts and T-shirt, put on my proper sneakers, and prepared myself for my usual morning workout; already with my cell phone on my waist and my headphones hanging around my neck, I went up the street and stood in front of the gate of Henry's house; I rang the doorbell and waited. Minutes later, Grace appeared, coming down the stairs with a smile on her face. She was in bermuda and T-shirt, in a naked look.
We entered and went to the kitchen, where she had prepared a delicious coffee accompanied by some treats. As she served me, I noticed an absence and asked: "Where is Henry? Is the bastard still asleep?"
-Unfortunately, he had to leave very early - she answered in a hesitant tone - He had a doctor's appointment and an examination to do ... why? Is there a problem?
-No, of course not! <unk> I answered a little excited and anxious, thinking nonsense <unk> After all, your company is a pleasure...
But, you know, I really wanted this meeting <unk> she went on interrupting me gently <unk> You were so helpful to my daughter ..., you are very kind to my husband ..., so, I thought ...
"What did you think?" I asked, cutting through her speech.
-I thought there were many ways to thank you <unk> she replied, in a soft and insinuating voice <unk> And, you know, I've always seen you around, taking your walks, taking care of your health ..., my husband, good ..., he never took care of himself ..., lives sick ..., with problems ...
- I imagine you thought of something that could reward us <unk> I interrupted again, assuming what direction that conversation would take, depending on the way I conducted it <unk> Something, thus, able to give us pleasure ..., am I right?
Grace lowered her head for a moment, perhaps out of sheer hesitation, and I felt a cramp taking advantage of her fragility. "Henry and I..., we..., we don't have sex anymore!" she said at last, raising her face and looking at me with a look full of fear and excitement. I realized that this was the right moment! I had to act!
I stood up and pulled Grace close to me; I embraced her, feeling her trembling body and her panting breath; I sought her lips and kissed her; it took a while, but she returned the kiss, grabbing my body and pressing against hers. My roll, already hard as stone, brushed her belly, and Grace sighed ..., I felt when her hand touched the member above the calf, palpating and feeling its dimensions. I forgot where she was and with whom she was, because, after all, it was my roll that commanded! I pulled down the sleeves of the shirt and put her breasts on display for me! They were beautiful and attractive! I held them with my hands, clutching my hard nipples; I looked at her before my nipples fell from her mouth!
Grace totally lost control, and threw herself into the adventure with me, squeezing my cock over the fabric and encouraging me to continue sucking. Her breasts, in addition to being delicious, had a pleasant texture both to the touch and to the taste, which is why I also licked the haloes by squeezing them with my hands. She tried to pull my shorts, but I was faster than her, making her bermuda go to the ground with a single gesture.
I knelt in front of her and asked her to spread her legs a little, which she did, in addition to tilting her body forward, allowing me to plunge my face into that region that smelled of sex; I licked Grace's bouquet with great dedication, and it wasn't long before she was enjoying herself for the first time in a long time.
I could feel the sour taste of her joy running down my tongue, hear the moans of Grace caressing my head, feel my legs go limp. I got up and held her in my arms. "Fuck me ... I want to!" she said in a hoarse voice. Without waiting for my answer, she took my hand and led me to the back of the house.
We passed through the laundry room, and a little farther on there was a cozy bed; she opened the door and I could see inside a double bed (!); it was covered with clean sheets and tidy; Grace, without the bermuda, but still with the shirt, turned to me and asked almost demandingly: "Take off the clothes! Now!" Without wasting any time, I obeyed, getting naked for her.
Grace looked at me with a bewildered look; then she got rid of her shirt and came to me, kneeling down and swallowing my hard, pulsating scroll; she sucked with anguish, now sucking, now sucking, now licking, leaving me in a state of absolute ecstasy! I delighted in the sight of that woman kneeling in front of me, sucking my scroll with such voracity, demonstrating that for a long time she had retained this desire within her.
After some time, I got her up, sealed her mouth with a kiss, and then I got her to lie down on the bed and went over to her. "Hold your stick and show the way to your mealy-mouth!" I said, with my nipples between my fingers. Grace obeyed, and as she rubbed the glans on her big lips, I stepped forward, burying the entire roll in her vagina with an intense movement.
She groaned loudly as she squeezed my shoulders with her hands; I began to pounce, moving in and out of her with movements, at first slow and deep; Grace was with such a thirst, that joy flowed like a wave, exploding from the inside out, to the sound of her moans and cries of pleasure. "Ah! That! That! Fuck me! Fuck me! Ah! What a tasty stick!" she said in a broken voice, howling between the words, confirming that another orgasm had survived with force.
I expanded my movements, making them faster and deeper, and causing Grace to almost faint, such was the succession of orgasms that varied her body, causing her to twist almost involuntarily, and I rolled on that little piece until I felt the sweat dripping down my body, and yet I remained steadfast, savoring each new orgasm that Grace enjoyed, announced to the sound of groanings and screams.
At one point, I stopped beating, keeping the roll buried in her vagina; I looked at her, whose look was of pure ecstasy and I dared to ask: "Have you already given your ass, bitch?"
-Yes ..., yes ..., already ..., once! <unk> she answered with a hoarse voice <unk> Why? Do you want?
I asked with a silly tone and a chuckle on the tip of my lips.
"Do you want to fuck my ass?" she asked with a tone of excitement and some anxiety.
I did not answer; instead, I pulled the scroll out of her and made her stand upside down; I looked at that pair of plump buttocks and groped them boldly; I ordered her to hold them open, to which Grace obeyed without batting an eye. I applied a massage to the small hole, after drooling on it. Surprisingly, I stuck my finger inside it, making widening movements and listening to her low groan.
I held my roll and put it toward the target; I forced my way in more than once, being encouraged by my partner; finally, after a few unsuccessful attempts, I felt the gland invade the hole, lacing it vigorously; Grace groaned, but pulled her buttocks even more and said almost breathlessly: "Go! Kick that roll! Tear my ass!" I moved forward without pity, burying the roll little by little, delighting in every sound coming from my partner, in every step of the rear, who seemed to want to swallow the roll faster.
Sometime later, I punched my roller into her ass; and punched hard, hearing her scrawny and fickle voice begging for more roller! I put in willingly, without respite or interval, and felt that Grace was happy with it ..., perhaps, for the lost time in which she did not experience a hard roller inside her holes. I sweated profusely, and my joints were at the limit ..., I told her that I would not hold out any longer ..., I needed to mock.
I want to feel the taste of your fuck! <unk> she begged, barely able to articulate the words.
I obeyed her request, taking out the scroll and putting myself on my knees on the bed; Grace snaked across the bed until my scroll was within reach of her thirsty mouth; she held my balls and began to suck ..., she sucked hard, sucking with the impetus of anticipating the gush of semen from inside me ..., and her effort was rewarded; I ejaculated like never before, releasing a load of shit that my partner's mouth could not fully retain.
As my dick slowly softened, she licked it all the way down, as well as the little whitish masses that lay on the sheet. We lay on the bed, trying to regain some energy. At one point, I had the urge to finger her vagina, which Grace appreciated. "Will you make me laugh even more?" she asked smilingly. "You deserve it!" I replied, making my finger more pointed.
Grace made fun of my manipulation about three more times. I looked at my watch and told her I had to go. I got up and started to get dressed; Grace lay there looking at me.
- I want to tell you something. - I announced it. None of this has anything to do with your daughter's job, see?
"I know that, but I've wanted to for a long time!" she replied with a wry smile.
I asked, curious about her statement.
"I wanted a man to make up for my delay!" she replied with a wry laugh.
"Whenever you feel like it, let me know", I said, unable to hide a look of sheer cowardice.
- As I told you before <unk> she replied <unk> My husband ..., well, you know!
We said our goodbyes and I left, certain that eventually Grace and I could enjoy a good fuck, and forgive me, my friend Henry!