On prey and predators (08)

Although everything in my life was getting better and better that sentence of Schopenhauer, "What is missing, torments!" hammered in my mind; I had four delicious women always at my disposal for whatever pleased me, in addition to which my business was going downhill; Lorena came to live with us and showed her versatility both inside and outside the bed; with her tips I made great deals and carried out excellent transactions that bore fruit even for her, who in return loved to put my pistol in front of the others when I came home, leaving all my maids with their horns burning with excitement. Already Helena was a separate chapter, for she brought together the best of a female and also of an excellent professional; her reasoning was so quick that sometimes she managed to tie a knot in my head surprising me with a result above expectation; and so much she did that she ended up deserving a share in the results of our business whose income she undertook to send to some Caribbean tax haven with the care of separating the necessary for our subsistence; most of the time the celebration of these results took place in the office at the end of the expedient with her taking off her clothes and rocking her beautiful and juicy ass saying eagerly to serve me; I fucked that delicious cuisine ruthlessly taking advantage to fill the fleshy buttocks with various forceful sounds and taps that made Helena groan and receive hysterical sobs and enjoying my load inside her. Besides, there were Vanessa and Aline who never tired of serving me at all times, always willing to give and receive their share of pleasure; at times they were annoyed with Helena and Lorraine, but I always made it clear to them that they were free to leave whenever they wanted, but if they stayed they would have to get used to our unusual coexistence; Vanessa wasted no time in apologizing, stating that she had no intention of leaving me in what was immediately followed by Aline. In the end, I had a socially enviable life, but I still felt incomplete; I remembered my late grandmother's teacher's phrase that said: "Every male has reached depravity and vulgarity ..., if depravity is good, it is good, but if it is vulgar, it is even better!"; there was no doubt that the old woman knew things and knew the human soul better than anyone, because I did not escape from this philosophical rule; it was in this scenario that something caught my attention in the form of an opportunity. In the reception staff of the condominium where my office was located, there was a young woman who drew my attention a lot for reasons that I could not even explain. Her name was Rita, but she was treated by everyone as Ritinha. Ritinha was one of those girls of humble origin, but who had learned to turn her back on herself; going to college she struggled to live to pay for her studies, being valued for it; even with a job with very little prospects, she kept a frank smile on her face and a cordial word on her lips. Already her beauty was a separate chapter with her black skin shining like bronze, her eyes slightly pulled back and her thin lips indicating an exceptional mestizaje, and a sculpted body where her full and always firm breasts stood out, swaying to the rhythm of her walk, and a pair of buttocks that stirred up libidinous thoughts in any male who observed her. For some unknown reason Ritinha aroused me and when we could still smell her nearness, my virgins turned into narrators; and we ended up having a conversation with her friends and dancing in the caves until we discovered that Ritinha was a very nice and intimate dance partner with friends and a lot of functionality. This mixture of a nice girl with a suburban slut was what caught my attention the most and that's why I ended up getting her to float posts within the company where she worked without her knowing about my interference. "Today? Today I'm going to end up at a pick-up dance in my community!" she replied very enthusiastically when I asked her what her plans were for Friday night; and she didn't hide a puzzled expression when I asked to accompany her showing herself incapable of answering immediately. "You, sir, in my piece?" she inquired in a doubtful tone when she had regained her speech. -Do you think I won't be welcome? ..., or are you afraid of my company? <unk> I answered provocatively. "No, of course not!" she replied with a wry smile. "But, I think it's all right! But first I have to stop by the house and change my clothes... I interrupted him by taking his hand and walking towards the elevator that led to the condo garage. I had it all figured out and before her dazed gaze we went to a women's designer shop owned by a friend of mine; the amazement of Ritinha walking in astonishment through the shop's interior windows and also by the inanimate mannequins made me even more excited to have her for myself; with the help of one of the saleswomen, she tried various combinations being that each set that I appreciated I signaled to the saleswoman to leave separate. And what was his astonishment when he saw the delicate lingeries that were shown to him unable to choose between them. <unk>We will take them all ..., but this one here you will wear right now!<unk>, I intervened solving his doubt and also indicating a white set of lovely singleness and sensuality. Ritinha did not hide the wired way and gave a naughty smile when observing the tiny dimensions of the pieces that I indicated. Already dressed with the lingerie and also with a short and tight silver blouse added to a just white bermuda finished by a pair of high-heeled sandals also silver Ritinha did not fit in happiness. I don't think you can go to the ball dressed like that! she said as soon as we got in my car. I think it's best if you leave me at home, okay? - I have a much better idea! <unk> I replied in a suggestive tone as I started. We went to a very sophisticated ballet situated in a dance hall that had withstood time adapting itself in every way; I noticed Rita's look when I took off my jacket and tie displaying myself in a more relaxed way and I was delighted with her puzzled expression when we entered the venue; we danced for a while and then we went to the lounge area where there was more discretion and intimacy; sitting on a circular sofa around the glass table we tasted a few doses of vodka Beluga and tequila Don Julio without much exaggeration since she had not fed as she should have given the pace of her work. -I never thought I'd have a Friday like this ..., so amazing! - she commented with an effusive tone and a dazzled look - you're really great! "Thank you, but stop calling me sir and just call me you!" <unk> I replied in a playful tone as I caressed your chin <unk> but I think you must be hungry, right? -How do you ..., say you guessed? <unk> she asked in a naughty tone. -You don't know yet, but I'm a wizard! <unk> I answered by getting a little closer to her <unk> and I'm casting a spell on you... "Really?" she retorted cheerfully. "But you know what? I think your spell is working!" A little over half an hour later we were in a vintage '60s diner, savoring authentic Texas-style hamburgers with processed Coke and jettisoned directly into the typical glasses. 'Yes! Tonight looks like a fantasy! And the best of all is the company!' she replied when I wanted to know her opinion of my surprises; that was the moment of the boat; I held her chin gently as I drew my lips closer to hers sealing a first kiss that began timidly but soon gained mind-blowing contours. And after a luxurious dance of tongues we finished our meal and returned to my car. Before we left, feeling the strong, intoxicating smell of the female, I decided to start with everything; while we resumed the hallucinatory kisses, I took care to open the bermuda and delight myself with the lingerie soaked in heat; I gently removed the thin fabric with my fingers reaching for the little pocket and proceeding to finger it while listening to the muffled groans of Ritinha who was already writhing full of excitement; soon I was fingering the grut exploring all its possibilities by interrupting the kissing session to enjoy the lascivious gaze of my partner who was surrendered by the desire to fuck me. -You can take me anywhere you want! <unk> she replied when I asked her if I could take her to a more intimate place. Within minutes, we were naked, clinging to each other in a motel suite with Ritinha moaning and sighing, giving herself to me body and soul; I made her lie down, and I crouched between her legs, savoring her hot, totally horny gruit; some strategic tongues and my partner moaned endlessly with her body dominated by an orgasmic vague that the shudder involuntarily contracted; I climbed on top of her and began to lick, suck and nibble on her stuffy nipples whose succulence was maddening; Ritinha stroked my hair and never stopped moaning, realizing that she had no control over her reactions. I knelt over her with my member within reach of her mouth and demanded that she suck me; her reaction was symptomatic of girding my tool with one of her hands fixing her gaze on mine; she began with long and protracted licking before wrapping the glans in her lips; she struggled but managed to open only a part of the member by devoting herself to mommy emphatically; I let her give her best suck and when I was satisfied I took up a position to penetrate her. Without the use of my hands I moved my waist, pelvis and hips in perfect coordination until I succeeded in inserting the glans into the groin causing such an impact that Little Red Riding Hood did not contain a hysterical scream. <unk>Aiii! How big ..., and fat! It tears me! Fuck me, you bastard macho!<unk>, she murmured with a sharp tone and broken voice; I enjoyed the moment by slowly sticking my stick into that hot little bucket and squeezing listening to Little Red Riding Hood sighing, moaning, screaming at me by my waist as if he wanted to lock me inside her, hardly knowing that she was the one who was trapped to me. Once again Ritinha was enjoying herself caudally licking my groaning limb and screaming non-stop with panting breath and the broken voice unable to control her reactions seeing herself under my domain where her sensuality was the touchstone of that special moment; we fucked for a long time and when I sensed the arrival of my climax I warned her, being surprised by her reaction. "Goza! Goza, damn it! I want to feel your milk soaking me! Ahhh! Goza!" she replied with an almost visceral tone looking at my face with a look mixed of fury with passion. With a more forceful blow I felt my muscles yet forcing my body to maintain the attack while at the same time my limb pulsated eloquently pouring out the hot nectar and folded inside my crotch of sunlight that a scream stole my vital energy from her fingernails burying almost my entire waist and experiencing an orgasm. In a well-deserved pause we drank water and shared a glass of champagne, because Rita was already saying a little <unk>alta<unk>; then we went to the bathroom to take a shower where she began to provoke me and we ended up in a new and delirious fuck on our feet with the water running over our bodies; lying on the bed exchanging kisses and caresses she thanked me for the night I had given her saying she was very happy. -I am happy to have this opportunity with you <unk> I responded by caressing your face <unk> and that's why I invite you ..., come spend the weekend at my house ..., I guarantee that it will be an even more amazing experience! "In your house this weekend?" she repeated in a surprised tone. - Then we'll spend the rest of the night here and in the morning we'll go straight to my house. - I answered emphatically. Soon after, overcome by fatigue, Ritinha fell asleep in my arms and I felt full again. When the day broke I asked for breakfast and after another shower we savored the appetizer and got dressed leaving the motel in the direction of my house. As soon as we entered I noticed Ritinha's surprised look when she saw Vanessa and Aline naked and collared sitting in the room playing video games; Ritinha was so surprised that she could not say anything and was even more surprised when my maids waved to her. "But, what is this?" asked Ritinha finally recovering her speech. "Are you some kind of sucking daddy?" -No, dear, I'm not that kind of person <unk> I replied with a mild tone staring at the stunned face of Ritinha who still couldn't reach with everything around her <unk> let's say I'm a kind of provider who feeds women with everything they want and in return they give themselves to me ... "You're a depraved man", she said, raising her voice, "and if you think you're going to lure me into that herd of whores"... First of all, we're not tramps! We're accomplished women personally and professionally ..., secondly we're here by free choice ..., nobody forced us to do anything ... -Also tramps are unqualified people, without clear goals and without a future! <unk> amended Lorena anticipating Helena showing her firmness <unk> here we have a perfect symbiosis between the useful and the pleasant ..., we serve him because we want and like ..., and know that he treats each of us as if we were always special to him! I confess that that last sentence spoken by Lorena touched me deeply, but the moment was more tense and I remained firm beside Ritinha. "I want to leave! Do you take me?" she asked with her eyes dizzy; we returned to the car and I drove to the community where she lived with her family. I parked in the place she indicated for safety reasons and I turned off the vehicle waiting for Ritinha's next reaction. -No man has ever treated me like you have. -She began in a hushed voice. -I've always been used and allowed as long as I had some advantage, but last night I felt like a princess. "All my women are princesses", I said with eloquence, taking up the word. "I give them what they need, and in return they give themselves to me... but they are all free to come and go as they please... they are free to choose". - I understand, but I still need to think <unk> returned her opening the car door <unk> and thank you for the gifts ..., I can take them, right? I smiled, nodding my head, and stood still as I watched Little Red Riding Hood go away; I returned home without regrets and spent the rest of the day living with my wives who surrounded me with cuddles and caresses; meanwhile I noticed Helena's look that had a hint of cursing indicating that she intended to do something about Little Red Riding Hood; I thought of dissuading her from any action in that regard, but I gave up knowing how determined my secretary was. On Sunday when I got up and went to the room to enjoy the morning breakfast I confirmed that Helena was not there and that Lorraine had left very early in the morning. At the end of the afternoon I was visited by Laura who was burning with a hard-on begging for an anal fuck; of course I did not refuse and we did everything in the living room with the right audience; I mercilessly buried my pistol in Laura's seat leaving it well stowed and I started fucking her with enormous vigor; it did not take long for Vanessa and Aline to join us both exchanging kisses and caresses with the runner who also took the opportunity to lick and suck their breasts filling the room with endless screams and moans; Aline showed herself a little more daring sneaking under Laura's body until her mouthful reached the grotto of the runner without wasting time to taste it provoking a succession of orgasms that shook my body out of excitement by unloading me with more emphasis; and I was surprised by the sound of Laura's breathing and I was amazed by the detail of her screams. And the weekend ended warm and quiet even without news of Helena; on Monday morning I arrived at the office and found my secretary and my waitress with a wistful expression. "Good morning, boss! There is someone in your office waiting for you ..., but first look at this!" she said in her usual eloquent but enigmatic tone. Inside the file-like folder she had handed me there were several compromising photos of Rita in unusual situations. -All right ..., she's in my hands, isn't she? <unk> I asked Helena who nodded <unk> but you know that's not how I act ..., she has to want ... -I know that, boss! <unk> interrupted Helena firmly <unk> and before you think anything improper ..., she doesn't know that I have this file ..., it's up to you to use it or not! I handed the briefcase back to Helena and went into my room to find Rita sitting there waiting for me; I sat in my armchair and crossed my arms looking at her face full of anxiety. "Are you going to do everything I said? Protect me? Help me? Help my family?" she asked in a harsh and impatient tone; I stared at her beautiful face and smiled, nodding. -Yes, I'll do everything in my power! <unk> I responded with a welcoming tone <unk> as for your family, it's your problem ..., I'll give you the resources ..., the rest is up to you! -Then I want to be yours! <unk> she said emphatically <unk> I want to be used, but with affection and ... - Darling, everything I do is with love! <unk> I interrupted with an even more emphatic tone <unk> and today you're coming home with me! As she left the office in my company at the end of the file, Ritinha was a little fearful, but was taken by surprise by Helena's affectionate embrace. "Don't worry ..., I'll take care of you ..., you belong to him, but from time to time you will be my little toy!" she whispered in Ritinha's ear who was not able to hide her stupefaction mixed with horny! That same night she had her initiation undressed by Helena who carefully shaved her hair and then wrapped her up; I posed as a spectator sitting on a sofa with Vanessa and Aline struggling to take care of my penis with licks and sucks. Ritinha looked at them with a shamelessly libidinous look. All I had to do was make sure that she was accepting her new situation, that I got a sore throat on the same side of my bed and I just stared at Lorena!