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on: October 23, 2019, 04:01:27 PM

YOLY - NÂș. 2 - DECEMBER 2003



It was Friday, December 17, 1999. At that time I was 32 years old. On that day we celebrated Christmas dinner with the companions of my company. The previous year our husbands and wives had attended the dinner, but it was very expensive for the company and it was decided that this year we would be the only employees without partners.

The bosses took us to a central Madrid barbecue, after which we went for a few drinks to a fashionable discotheque near the restaurant. It would be five o'clock in the morning when we decided to go home and finish the evening.

My husband had advised me, wisely, not to use the car that night, since we were supposed to end up all quite loaded with alcohol, so to go to the restaurant I had taken a taxi.  After all our colleagues had said goodbye, the company's financial director kindly offered to take me home, which I gladly accepted, as it was very cold and there were no taxis in the area.

Jesus, who is so called the financial director, had his brand-new Audi parked in a nearby car park, so we walked together to the pedestrian access of the car park in question. Jesus paid for the stay at an ATM and showed me the way to the square where the vehicle was parked. Now the car park looked almost deserted, but he told me that at the time he arrived he had trouble finding a hole on the top floor. We went down the stairs to the fourth basement. He was opening the way for me quickly, but I couldn't go down the steps very fast, due to the high and thin heels of my shoes.

Of course I had dressed in my best clothes for the occasion, as my husband and I don't usually go out much at night. A black "tulle" dress with a very generous neckline and a side opening, by which my legs were shown up to half a thigh when I walked, sheathed in black socks and finished off with black stiletto heels, which gave them a very sexy look.

Upon reaching the fourth basement, Jesus led me through the half-empty floor to his car. He chivalrously opened the companion's door for him to take a seat, after which he gently closed it and drove in front of the car to occupy the driver's seat. Once the two of us were seated in the Audi, he pressed the button to lock the doors, since it was a few untimely hours and it was to avoid scares, as he justified himself.

Then he put the key in the ignition and turned it, when the powerful engine of the vehicle began to purr. I was quite dizzy from the cups and my head lay on the seat.  Then Jesus turned in his seat and brought his face to my ear in a gesture of saying something to me, but what he really did was kiss me gently on my lips. Then, after finding that I had not resisted the kiss at all, he kissed me again, although this time he half-opened his mouth a little, shyly taking out the tip of his tongue. Perhaps because of the effect of the glasses, or because I had never been with a man other than my husband, the truth is that it gave me a tremendous morbidity and I responded to his kiss by opening my mouth and sticking out my tongue.

The fact is that a few seconds later we found ourselves lustfully biting like two teenagers in heat. Jesus, overcoming his shyness, slid one of his hands down my neckline and, putting away a little the bra, began to caress my nipples, quickly getting hard as stones. Then, without stopping kissing me on the mouth, his other hand made its way through the opening of the dress caressing my thighs with such softness that a marvelous tickle crossed my spine. Little by little her hand was gaining ground to my thighs until reaching the English.

Suddenly Jesus stopped kissing me, took his right hand out of my neckline and helping his left hand lowered my panties up to my ankles, then remove them completely. Then he put one of his hands back into my neckline and, surrounding my back, he skillfully unbuttoned my bra and took it off as well. Of course, both garments were easily removed thanks to my invaluable collaboration. Without haste but without pause, Jesus took both of my tits out of my neckline and began to suck my nipples. At the same time one of her hands was introduced again through the opening of the dress and made its way between my legs until it reached my naked and already wet sex. After caressing my vaginal lips and the clitoris, he plunged his index finger into my crack until he penetrated it. Then she began to put her finger in and out with quick circular movements, while our tongues intertwined and exchanged abundant saliva.

A few minutes later I had a tremendous and very intense orgasm that made me weep with pleasure. When the orgasm diminished in intensity, I gently pushed Jesus away. Then I directed my hands to his bulging fly. I unzipped him, pulled his slip under his testicles and pulled his cock out. It was huge and as hard as cement. Without further ado I lay down on his pubis and began to masturbate him with one hand, while with the other I massaged his eggs.

Then I opened my mouth and put his huge limb in it, to suck it with fruition. I could feel his swollen cocoon trying to get into my throat, while he was twisting to his liking in the seat. Five minutes later Jesus warned me of his imminent run by stretching out a tissue with his hand. I, ignoring his warning, began to masturbate him with my hand as fast as I could, leaving his cocoon inside my mouth. Seconds later, coinciding with a spasm of his body, his milk began to sprout from the cocoon towards my throat. It was running in my mouth. Far from producing some kind of disgust, I continued masturbating him with my lips until all the seminal content of his testicles ended up in my stomach. I swallowed every last drop of that warm, thick white elixir with delight.

What happened next, I reserve for the next story.



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