KITTEN AND DOG. I had all day to play with my new lover, Bartolo, my toy poodle. I put on a colaless, I don't usually we

KITTEN AND DOG. I had all day to play with my new lover, Bartolo, my toy poodle. I put on a colaless, I don't usually wear them, they get in too much for the valley of sex, but it was what I wanted. Cover only my entries, to prevent the dog from infecting me with anything, that health is very serious I grabbed a towel, spread it on the living room floor, and I lay down. My little ball of hair came running up to me, I took it in my hands and hugged him. It was a pleasure to feel her curls against my skin and the heartbeat of his racing heart. I stuck him to me, and as soon as he noticed my touch, he took out his pink tongue, and gave me a lick. An electric current ran through my body. AND I got carried away. He licked my skin, leaning on me, with his tongue fast, tireless, I was burning, my hand went down to the pubis and I began to caress myself above the fabric that covered my wet sex. I spent my time in a state of perpetual orgasm, I masturbated while licking my skin, which was burning with passion. I got up, I couldn't further. I drank a Coke, practically in one gulp. I thought of rewarding you, taking all the milk out of her little body. I decided to wait, I wanted to enjoy more and I was afraid that if I jerked him off he would lose interest in me. I put it to my breasts, and it started. Never in my life, No one had ever given me such pleasure by licking my nipples. He moved his tongue like a blender at full speed, not even the most exquisite vibrator was capable of taking me so far. I left, without touching myself, only with its sucking ardor. I barely let go of him, in the semi-fainting of the violent orgasm, when he stood on my mound of Venus, and launched herself on the tiny fabric that covered my pussy. The fabric was wet, and he made it wetter, taking me back to the stratosphere. I was one flame that burned without being consumed, a perpetual fire. The phone took me out of nirvana, it took me a while to answer. It was my husband. "Honey, see if you can leave the kid with the Peruvian girl. "We have dinner with my countryman." "I'll call you later, I'll see if I can find her" - I answered. almost without realizing what he was saying. Hortensia, is a Peruvian married to an Argentinian, neighbor of my building, with a son the same age as mine, who is also schoolmate When I phoned her and asked her to stay with him child, accepted it immediately and made me a counterproposal, taking it with her to the fifth of his in-laws over the weekend, he would return it to me on Sunday at mid afternoon Of course, we owed him three Friday or Saturday nights for them to go out to dinner or to the theater. I called my husband again with the good news, I He said we would have dinner at nine, and that his client's new friend would come. A whore from Black, the Galician had gotten angry, like they say. I had competition there, I would have to make myself pretty. I called my neighbor to close the deal. But it was half past twelve and I still had time to enjoy my canine sweetie. I owed him satisfaction, but he wanted to go back to feel him, so I lay down face to the ground, leaving my back and my tail to his scope. He started to lick me. I understood that it was a path experienced in the Tony's body, because the run of his tongue down my spine and the stop in the dimples of my kidneys, was so unnerving that it was only possible if I had taught to give pleasure. Now that I write those events, I realize that I haven't said something very important. Along with the quality of the sucking, with a tongue that drove you crazy with the rhythm and quality of the licks, the feeling His agitated breathing, which gave you a delicious warmth next to his mouth, made you everything more wonderful. The poodle knew what he was doing, behind his back he passed to the legs, from bottom to top. I, taking advantage of the posture, put my hand under the scant cloth that covered me. I am a woman that when I am hot, I I am moist, but I have never felt my shell so wet, it was a puddle. He clitoris was erect, lubricated, and when my index finger attacked it, it launched its first orgasmic current. And I didn't stop, one after another the waves broke me. Without realizing it, I opened my thighs and my cock fell out. placed between them. I licked my buttocks and the valley between them, it was delicious, and at the same time he wanted to put his little cock in my sex. My hand covered him, and against her I felt, his very hard glans, like a stone, in frantic attacks. The hand that was rocking my pussy continued its rhythm. The poor animal couldn't take it anymore, it needed to unload its libido. I turned around, put him against my breasts and masturbated him. It burst, covering milk my breasts, leaving my erect nipples like dulce de leche ice cream with American cream. I kissed him, I pampered him, he had given me one of the most pleasant mornings of my life, but it was time to return to reality, and prepare for the date with my husband. I took him to the shower, we showered together, I used to wash baby shampoo, then I soaped myself, it was a hygienic shower, there was Had more sex than I could imagine. I left him playing in the water, while I I dried it, then I did the same with it, using the same towel. I put it in bucket of dirty clothes, and I took it out to the terrace. I had a yogurt, and started to prepare what I was going to do. put in the night. The competition was going to be tough, the other woman was surely a beauty, I am not, so I had to play with another fantasy. Married and in love of your husband, you should not let jealousy happen when you are with another couple. A She cannot be the prettiest, but she must be attractive, so that she thinks that her female is worth it. I realized it was time to look for the boy. I put on a blue cotton tunic and wore shoes. Hawaiian, I packed my backpack with my son's clothes and went to look for my neighbor. "You told me that from school to the car, so I "I brought the clothes for the weekend" - I told her as I gave her a peck. "I called my son to tell him that he is coming to the field and your child is happy. Sergio is going to look for us and we leave so as not to have "lots of cars on the road." "I'll tell him now, he doesn't have a cell phone. You know, "It seems to Lalo that he is too small to carry a cell phone, as he says." Hortensia looked beautiful in her jeans and T-shirt. Chocolate. When he took my arm to go to the elevator, he realized how I was going "You're not wearing anything underneath." The elevator arrived, we went down alone, looking into his eyes, I I raised my tunic and showed myself naked. "This way I feel more comfortable and it doesn't show through" He studied me with a mixture of envy and desire. we had a pending issue for both of us and we knew it. "What are you like?" he told me in a whisper. "A shameless Argentine and you, an evil Peruvian" - I answered leaning on her and kissing her on the lips. We got off the elevator, while we were walking around looking for the children, he looked at me and noticed my erect nipples that wanted to break the fabric. "You are provoking, your tits can be seen without anything, jumping and on point" "Those who look get more joy, and that is because I am a little horny, wanting to.." "You're crazy, but fun" "We have to meet one day, calmly, to see who It's crazier and funnier." We arrived when the flood of small savages that As he walked out the door he seemed to devastate his waiting relatives. "Mom, mom, is it true that you let me go to the fields on weekend?" I kissed and hugged him while I said yes, and as a mother responsible, I gave him the advice that one should give: behave well, eat everything, be obedient We approached the car where Sergio was waiting for us. No He got out, just opened the trunk so we could put things in. I kissed my son, Hortensía and her child, and I greeted her husband while they got on. When I was alone, I went to the hairdresser. there was not what to expect "Hello, Gladis, today I come to almost a complete. Wash, ironing, hands, feet and makeup. "Leave me pretty" "You're going to get out of here, having to take care of the men, so that they don't jump on you" - he answered me with a wide smile. A long hour later he was home. They were the seven. I had time. I started thinking about what to wear. Normally I don't wear much jewelry, but I was going to play with the jewelry. I chose seven rings, two for the thumbs and the little fingers, one for the heart of the right hand, and the others for the index and left ring finger. They were all silver, except the one on the ring finger, a flower of diamonds set in platinum. Silver always drove the Spanish crazy, At least that's what the story says. The mahogany earrings and necklace, with large circles Also set in silver. Three bracelets for each wrist, the classic ones that We buy in Italy and Greece. I looked for an elegant and perverse lady look. Some black silk pants, a red lamé top with silver threads, which It was fastened at the neck, it had no neckline, but it left the back exposed, so It was not allowed to wear a bra, and the nipples stood out more, large in my case. A small, black panties that did not show on the pants. I got naked, and looked at myself in the mirror, it was fine for I am 33 years old and have a son. I heard Bartolo barking, I noticed that he had no signs in the body of our passion. "My life, I'm dead, I can't handle my soul" - he told me Lalo lying in bed. "Honey, let yourself be done, your little wife is going to help you sleep" I took off his shoes, socks (there are few things less erotic things to fuck with a man with stockings on), pants and underpants. Before me, his thick cock was shown, he looked like a blood sausage, beautiful, appetizing, but far from the required hardness. I took off my pants and shorts, opened the shirt and began to caress his hair-covered chest. To my yolks, My nails followed, her nipples became erect. I licked them, sucked them and I bit. His weapon had hardened, I spat into my hand, and grip. My salivated fist began to rise and fall, immediately the cock looked like a stone. I wanted to feel him inside, I mounted him letting myself be impaled by its mast. I rode him at a pace, using my vaginal muscles to squeeze and distend the flesh that penetrated me. My husband stopped being passive, his pelvis came into motion. I realized that I was going to explode soon, I had a long time left. journey, despite having a very sensitive clitoris from the battles of the day, I pretended and moaned, and even squealed, as the pace of the gallop changed, feeling its glans reach the deepest part of me. He exploded filling me with cum, I moved a little more like If I had seconds left to finish, I threw a DIOOOOS, and stopped. "My heaven, what a delicious powder" - he mused "You pass me a cigarette" Without dismounting, noticing how little by little he lowered his strength, I lit him a Lucky, giving it to him and his member coming out was all one. I lay down hugged at his side. "You finish it" - he told me when he passed it halfway, barely I took two drags, I realized he had fallen asleep. I unhugged myself, and decided to relieve myself, I had mice to help my masturbation. My hand went down to my cum-soaked pussy and I began to caress myself, thinking about the night that had passed. It had been very pleasant and sensual. Carlos, the client of my husband, he was a Catalan very close to 50, bald, with that way of look that drives us women crazy. Make you feel desirable, beautiful and with that point of danger, which says that if you are careless, you will end up in bed with him. His companion was an extraordinary beauty, with style, elegant, very tall, the midi dress looked mini with her long legs and magnificent. We hit it off after going through the bathroom, he asked me that where he worked and not attack his "pagan". He had taken me for another luxury "prosti". That boosts morale for a woman, married and with a child, so after thanking him and clarifying that "I am only one's whore, my husband." Tell her that she was just like a famous Argentine model, there was a confession of her part, explaining that her name was Gracia, but that the atmosphere had become Nico because of the similarity, we became friends willing to spend the night with happiness. After dinner at Rond Point: oysters, crepes prawns (Nico and me), crispy gizzards (my husband), and salmon (Carlos), Washing everything down with extra brut champagne, we went dancing. It had been a long time since I went out at night, the children small ones bind you a lot, which added to the champagne (it was decided to continue with the bubbly drink) that I had drunk and continued drinking, made me let go and She would dance like a crazy person with Lalo, with Nico and with Carlos, playing to excite. My hand slid through the sea of my sex, Slowly at first, but as he remembered the music, he accelerated the caress and remembering the hard, huge cock of the Catalan stuck to my pubis, in The cumbia came to me like a breaking sea. The necklace pressed against my chest woke me up, wed the clock, it was almost 10. My husband was sleeping loosely like a baby. Me I got up, took off the jewelry from my hands, ears, neck and also my makeup. When I washed my face with cold water, I felt reborn. After leaving the top with I had slept, I put on my tunic and sandals and went to say good morning to my canine boyfriend The poor thing had not been able to hold on and had done pee and kakas on the balcony, but very polite, he had only stained one corner. I grabbed the wallet and Bartolo and went down to have him do his business. morning needs. He couldn't hold on much, as soon as he was in the street he let go of his morning load. I went to buy crescents for breakfast, Coming home, I stopped by the pet store. I went in and asked for a necklace German shepherd, I explained that to give as a gift to some friends. The woman who attended to me He offered a beautiful one, made of black leather with steel trim. "It's for big dogs or bitches. It looks like a boutique, Some people usually use it as decoration." He had guessed my intentions, so without much explanations, I paid and went up to the apartment. My husband was still asleep, I cleaned the balcony, left there to my canine beau, I made a coffee with milk and had breakfast reading the newspapers. I smiled thinking that it is not true that they get along badly, dogs and cats. (To be continued)