Madame 's little dog

I woke up at the usual time the morning after the "Big Penis" show - around 8:30 - for a few seconds I thought I was still a child, since I had just had a dream that my mother came to wake me up while I was sleeping a little bit more than I should have. It was like this almost every day: she would tease me to wake up or miss school and would give me the biggest scolding when she found out that I had slept naked. To this day I love to sleep without clothes, not only for comfort, but also for a pleasant feeling. Since I was very young, as soon as I went to sleep I would take off my clothes when I was under the covers and hide them under the pillow. At that time I already felt a hard-on and had pleasant dreams when I slept naked... I don't know what you're talking about. It was that crazy Yasmin busting her throat and slamming my door. I wrapped myself in a sheet and went to see her. Is the building on fire? The girl was very agitated, she sneaked through the small space that I left open and talked nonstop that we had made an appointment to go shopping before we went to the gym and that we would be late and so on. I had completely forgotten this part of the shopping, I was "just the powder" and wanted to rest a little more. I walked to my room begging her to leave the shopping for the next morning (she followed me nonstop) and fell back in bed. I cried and said that I was in pain all over, from my toes to my neck was my answer when she wanted to know where it hurt, and then the crazy girl ran out and was already in the hall when she shouted, But I'll be right back. A minute later she was back with a small glass of chamomile oil in her hands saying that she would give me a therapeutic massage and that I would be young and painless. I didn't think it was a bad idea, I agreed to the massage and lay on my stomach, at least I could lie down a little longer. She rolled up her long, smooth, coconut-shaped black hair and fastened it with a piranha on the top of my head, slid the sheet down my butt and told me to relax. Her soft, milky hands began the first massages on my shoulders with gentle strokes that at first hurt a little, but then became very nice. Combining the smell coming from the oil with my soft bed and the silence - she finally stopped talking - I until I fell asleep, was not the nice shiver I felt when her hands slid down my spine reaching my lumbar region. Moments later she threw the sheet to the side and slid her hands massaging my thighs, buttocks and thighs. Made me not hold with a twin when she squeezed the inner part of my thighs lightly touching my thighs. "Does it hurt?" she asked. I wanted to answer that the groan was from a boner and that my body was entirely at her disposal, however, I controlled my libido and said that it did not hurt and that she should continue. I still did not know for sure what existed behind that childish and annoying way of Yasmin, we did not talk about boys or sex, because she discontinued the conversation when she realized that the subject was heading in this direction. I did not force the bar, I enjoyed the company of my colleague and talking banalities. A few minutes later, the relaxing massage was over, and when she reached my feet, I congratulated the girl on her skill, and my aches and pains were gone, and the feeling of a renewed body was rewarding. Right after a warm shower, some skimmed yogurt, and some fruit, we went for a walk. Next we went to the gym to work out, and in my case, also to observe future guests. That night I had a date with a client who was booking for the fifth time in two months, and he was one of my favorite clients, and he was starting to become a regular, and he paid for the whole night, and initially I would accompany him to a gathering of friends at a mansion of people in his circle of friends, and then we would end the night at a motel. During the intimate party the housewife and her husband harassed me alternately, it seemed like a kind of dispute, or bet to see who would take me to bed. I did not understand what motivated all that harassment, but every woman likes to feel desired, before that my ego was a million. Women have subtle tactics to attract their prey... the owner had a mishap with a glass of wine that spilled "accidentally" on her dress. She asked my help to get herself together and choose another outfit. Minutes later, in her room, she had already taken off her thousand-dollar dress, and now it looked magnificent, just with the falling tomara bra and the very thin panties, as well as her seven-eighth socks fastened by a leather belt. My dress, which cost more than eight hundred dollars, must have cost less than the set of lingerie that adorned it. No one would have said that cat was more than forty years old, so much so that at first I thought that young, silky-skinned, natural and perfectly curved body was no more than twenty-five. She was objective saying that she wanted to have sex with me in that room and at that moment. Although I was irresponsible and crazy, I was a professional and I would have to refuse the offer, I was at work and I could lose a very important client. She offered me 3,000 reais ... Aff! I know I would have to do several programs to earn this amount, but I explained that my loss would be huge if the man did not seek me anymore, he is special and frequent. Okay, she said, and she unlocked a drawer on a coffee table, and she opened it, and it was full of cash, including dollars. She told me to take what I thought would make up for staying with her tonight and dismissing my client, but there was only one detail, or one limit, that I couldn't be too greedy and take more than she was willing to pay, or I'd go back to my crown without the money and we'd forget everything that was said in that room. "Damn, what a tough decision". I thought quickly, I would risk losing a preferential and almost fixed one, but that was my chance to stabilize my financial situation for the next few months. I looked at her as if asking her permission and walked to the drawer encouraged by a nod of her head. I took 22,000. In my mind, 20 would be a fair amount, two more: part of it would be for the reimbursement the agency would make to the client, and the rest was an extra to please my boss, because I knew that my film would burn legally. The money would support me until I was rolling my independent production. Even fearful that I had taken more than I should have, I stretched out my arms in his direction. <unk> I'm all yours tonight for this value <unk> I spoke demonstrating security. She marveled at the broken value and questioned. "And why 22?" I replied that it was my lucky number. Today's really your lucky day, you played high, but I'm paying, you can put it in your purse. Ah! I was relieved and radiant to hear that, however, she would enjoy every minute paid for in gold, and since the night was paid for, she took the opportunity to take off my dress, bra and drive me to bed. She lay on me already with her bare breasts and kissed my mouth in a way that mixed anxiety and gluttony at the same time as her embrace pulled my body making our legs fit and our boobs rub over the panties. My breasts were devoured soon after and the owner made my heat rise and a huge desire to feel her sex in my mouth. Putz! She cut out the cheap one saying that it was just the appetizer, we would save our wishes for the main course which would come only after the guests left. As soon as we got our heads together, we went back to the party, and I heard a lot from my client after I informed him of the change of plans. An hour later, I wasn't thinking about the crown anymore, I was imagining myself opening my side office as I walked into the woman's arms and into the room where we would have our intimate moments. I was introduced to his sex toys that would shake up our night, and I was his little dog for endless hours. The next morning, during the farewell, she revealed that everything that had happened between us was nothing more than a revenge, because my client dismissed her that night to stay with me, this even touched me, but I did not regret exchanging him for 22 thousand and not the marks left on my body. I would need another therapeutic massage from Yasmin. One thing I didn't understand: Why did the landlord also harass me big guy, is he gay and was also rejected by my former client? I'd never know. If you haven't read how this story began, I invite you to read the short story "The First Program" Next comes the tales: ♪ Bride of Liar ♪ <unk> pink card <unk> "Pause for Dating" "Sex games" "Night of Terror" "Profession whore" Home sweet home The Beneficent Bacchanal "Encounters and Disappearances" "Training a Horse" Kisses and until the next story!