♪ I've been waiting for you ♪

Lying in a hospital bed, Herculaneum did not fear death; much less was he distressed at the inevitability of breaking away from this sensible world; none of this frightened him, except an anxious desire that vibrated within him: to enjoy one last meeting with his Fernanda! Fernanda, the woman who had made him feel like a man more than once in his life devoid of dreams and hope; she had been the woman with whom he had shared a sexual as well as a spiritual complicity by which both of them completed each other as if the universe had conspired so that each meeting would be unique, perfect and unforgettable. For a moment he closed his eyes and sought in his memory the sweet memories of his torrid encounters with his muse; they became habitual after the first one in which all possible and imaginable wishes were fulfilled, including the demand made by Fernanda that she wished to perform anal sex with him; lying on the bed with a pillow under her butt and with her legs open, Fernanda stared at Herculaneus' astonished face and then with a wistful smile demanded: "Come fuck me my ass! Fuck me my ass! You make me all yours!"; those words had an almost hallucinogenic effect on the subject who spat on the limb and also licked the little guy, taking a position and hitting it with enormous vehemence. Fernanda did not shout, merely breathing a long sigh, still facing her partner's face with a tender smile and pleading for him to go on without wasting any more time; Herculaneum advanced slowly, but what was not his surprise to feel Fernanda's hands tightening his waist, pulling him in his direction and imposing that the penetration be concretized definitively. Still taken by surprise, Herculaneum restrained himself for a moment; however, Fernanda did not give him a truce by making further demands. "Ahhh! Love! Punch! Punch that tasty dick in my ass!" she pleaded with a childish voice in a pleading tone that was soon answered by her partner who began a succession of increasingly intense and unrestrained punches. With this image in his mind, Herculaneum felt a soft hand rest on his forehead caressing his head; seized by indescribable euphoria he opened his eyes, but what he saw before him was not Fernanda ..., it was Celia, his wife. They both smiled as if they were just friends; and that was exactly what they were, good friends; after a marriage of forty years what was left of him was affection, spiritual closeness and a necessary interdependence in the autumn of their lives. Herculaneum could no longer remember the last time he had sex with his wife. Celia was a beautiful woman, endowed with a restrained sensuality, and revealed herself to be a raging whore between four walls; but her restraint and her disinterest in new discoveries ended up making the marriage a torment for both of them, so that Herculaneum began to look in the street for what he did not find inside the home. And initially the search was only for one reason: occasional sex and without commitments, which led him to become a sexual compulsive always looking for a pleasure that he considered satisfactory, but as soon as it broke down he demanded a new search. And there were many women with whom he ventured and all of them still remained in his memory, for he believed that from this life memories would be the only thing to take. "Do you feel better today? Do you need anything?" asked Celia tearing her husband from his self-criticism with memories and recollections that orbited in his mind. Herculaneum stared at his wife's still youthful face, smiled, but did not answer the question. A few minutes later Herculaneum was again alone in his hospital room and closed his eyes again to remember all that he had experienced after his marriage stays, in suspense and he went out in search of all the sex he could get without commitment or involvement of any order ..., he remembered then, of Mazda, a beautiful oriental mestizo of full breasts, rolling bundle and small and delicate feet; she was not a pretty girl, but had there her attributes to charm an older male. Mazda had true fixation by submission, dreaming of banking the housekeeper of a Dom, although she confided that her pain threshold was very low. In the first meeting after a quick flirtation on whatsapp, Herculaneum took her to his own house, since his wife and daughter had traveled and he had anticipated acquiring some <unk>apetrechos<unk> to satiate the fetishistic sanha of his partner such as handcuffs, whips and collars that were waiting for him in what would be a weekend that promised a lot of fun. As soon as he closed the garage gate located in the basement of his house, he turned to Mazda and ordered her to take off her clothes right there. The little sapkin smiled maliciously and got out of the car taking off her clothes and getting naked to the baboon eyes of Herculaneum, who very quickly got out of the car and grabbed her, patting her breasts and kissing her with immense lust, at the same time that he went to finger the tiny cave of the half-breed that everything corresponded only if he allowed it, otherwise it remained in servile silence. And it was there, with Mazda leaning on the back of Herculaneum's car pushing her butt that she experienced her first session of whips that, of course, were not very aggressive, but that rounded out the reaction expected by both of them. With each blow Mazda let out a whimper and also a muffled scream which left Herculaneum in a state and ecstasy full of enthusiasm. Taking the punishment for over, he approached her demanding that she use her own hands to separate the buttocks letting the joy show between them; done this the subject tried to insert two fingers with the partner's tight neck making circular movements in order to leave him a little lace; Mazda growled like a cunning kitten, but let himself be taken by anal urination. Of course, soon the fingers were replaced by the hard and thick roll of Herculaneum that shook forcefully squeezing the generous breasts of the partner until it reached the apex ejaculating caudally inside the orifice; still gasping, he pulled out the mast that still held some erection just to enjoy the spectacle of his semen flowing out of Mazda's ass licking the rejoicing and also the inner part of his thighs. Shortly afterwards Herculaneum took Mazda to the bathroom where they took a shower together, with him cleaning the cave and also her partner's upturned ass; as they dried, he made it clear to Mazda the orders he should obey: he would remain all the time without clothes and would serve his master whenever he wished; the half-breed exhibiting a curious look and also anxious with all the quiet pretending to be a true submissive to him over that weekend. Herculaneum entertained herself as such, having Mazda naked at her disposal whenever she pleased; after lunch he sat down on the living room couch and ordered her to crawl up to him to suckle her roll, which Mazda obeyed with a coy smile that was her trademark. She sucked her roll until she received another load of semen in her mouth being forced to swallow it without complaint. It was a mind-blowing weekend with Mazda handcuffed as he stuck one in her butt plug and then gave her gentle whistles watching her shiver and groan before a new delight exploded within her. At night, he would take her to bed and they would sleep in a shell with her still sporting the plug on her butt; for more than once, Herculaneum would wake her up in the middle of the night demanding a blowjob that Mazda would always offer her with submission; and in the morning she would be awakened by him rocking his crutch until he made her enjoy it before breakfast. Staying naked, Mazda would snuggle in Herculaneum's lap while they watched television allowing him to do whatever he wanted with her body. And after that weekend other encounters came ... until it was all over! Unfortunately Herculaneum's memory was no longer the same and they didn't remember the reason why he and Mazda stopped meeting. - Good afternoon, your Herculaneum <unk> there was the voice of Thelma the always attentive nurse <unk> I'll help you with the bath and then we take care of the medication ..., now, come with me. Even sick, Herculaneum was still able to walk on his own legs, but he needed help in the bathroom booth; Thelma helped him undress and offered him the bench to sit on. "I don't need that! I just need your help!" he replied with his usual objectivity. And it's not that Thelma took a small shock when, when soaping the patient's belly and groin, she discovered an ongoing erection. "You're a real jerk, aren't you?" commented the nurse even as she continued to soap the area and delight in the patient's erect member. -What's my fault if you're hot? <unk> asked Herculaneum in a naughty tone <unk> The little boy here can't resist! "What does he want from me?" he said to the nurse, with a nasty look on his face. "All that you can give and he deserves!" replied Herculaneus with promptness and provocative tone. Thelma stared at Herculaneum's face with an expression of naivety as she masturbated the subject feeling the thickness and rigidity of his tool and massaging his swollen balls. Herculaneum was breathing with some difficulty as he was not in the best of his shape, but held himself steady appreciating the nurse's little gift which surprised him even more when he leaned in taking the stick in his mouth pressing it with a vigorous blowjob that made the subject tremble holding on as best he could. -Hummm, what a tasty cock! <unk> she said when she stopped sucking <unk> It's a pity that you don't have time to savor until the end ..., let's make fun of the hand itself, okay? Before he could answer, the mockery overtook him in an intermittent ejaculation that almost licked the nurse who sought to move away so as not to be struck; they finished the bath and Herculaneum dressed herself returning to bed where tablets and a glass of orange juice were waiting for her. "Very well, now give me that bundle to take a bite!" ordered Thelma with a hint of irony in her voice. "Hmm, I bet you've never had that rabbit, have you? He's really big and handsome!" "I don't know whether to thank you or"... he complained as he felt the sting of the needle.