The cosmetics saleswoman. Here is a new story from Amanda, so as not to ruin it I will not make any comments, Read it fi

The cosmetics saleswoman. Here is a new story from Amanda, so as not to ruin it I will not make any comments, Read it first and then I'll tell you some things: "Marta was a housewife like thousands there are in Argentina. "Happily" married to a good man, she dedicated herself taking care of the house and raising her baby. Routine had taken over his life for years. The last time She remembered that something had taken her out of her, it was her one-year birthday. son: balloons a few streamers; I didn't remember if it was one or two ago. months ago. In the kitchen she spent her hours preparing some insipid food that her husband He couldn't stop praising. His life was not bad, he had a relatively good time economic; Her husband performed the sex ritual two or three times a week, but this was done mechanically, solely to please him, all the times in the same way: she opened her legs, he lay on top, one, two minutes and that's it. Flatness had won, his mood was a constant, that if he had a color we could say was lead gray. That afternoon was no different from the others; she had given the baby food to her baby and I had gone to bed to take a nap; when the doorbell to his apartment rang. When he opened the door he saw a striking brunette, who was riding on some shoes. high heels made her feel small. He had straight shoulder-length hair, perfect makeup, they made her eyes and cheekbones shine. He was wearing a little suit like that of the cosmetics promoters that you usually see in perfume shops. He pink double-breasted jacket covered a white blouse that made it possible to guess that underneath were well-formed breasts; the mini (the same color as the jacket), it barely covered the upper part of well-contoured legs that were clad in white lycra stockings. The brunette began her speech: - Good afternoon madam, I come from the Miss company. Walloon, we are launching a new line of cosmetics and accessories on the market for the modern woman, and blah blah blah... and if you allow us, we would like to make you a demonstration, completely free - while he spoke he took out, put in and He showed things from a bag that he had resting on the floor. Marta had understood only half of what the loquacious brunette was telling her. talking; but thinking that for a while he could get out of the routine he left her enter. They went to the bedroom. Marta sat on the beanbag with her back to the mirror. The brunette began to take pots of cream, eyeliners, facial powders, lipsticks and was arranging them on the shelf. The brunette began her work on Marta, applying a cream to remove everything. the makeup she was wearing. The soft hands of the saleswoman cosmetics, caressed the cheekbones and from time to time sensually touched the Martha's ears She began to feel comforted and began to relax. As a final touch, with a brush the saleswoman arranged her hair, stop here there; and finally told him that it was done. Marta returned as if from a drowsiness and He turned to look in the mirror. He blinked several times, looked again, it was Is that your image? The makeup had transformed her to such an extent that she almost didn't even notice. he acknowledged. Her eyes were lined giving her a cat-like appearance; the mascara his gaze enlarged; his lips seemed to jump out of his mouth; the blush of his cheeks widened his face a little; and his entire appearance in general was a cat in heat. The brunette rested her hands on Marta's shoulders and her skirt on the back: - And what do you think? - he asked - I don't know, what do I know, ... I look like someone else, ...more like a little street whore - Marta responded while feeling about his back something between warm and hot; something that was evidently under the brunette's mini. - That's what it's about - the saleswoman responded, lowering her hands on her blouse. of Marta and beginning to unbutton her. Marta thought about escaping, but the brunette's hands gave her a sensation of tranquility, peace and relaxation that prevented him from even making a gesture, She even let herself take off her bra without a word. - These accessories are great, I'm sure you're going to love them - the girl told him. brunette to Marta while putting on a lace bra with two holes that They left their nipples in the air. Marta, just by looking in the mirror, got excited. Her nipples became hard like a stone, she had long since stopped breastfeeding the baby, but when The brunette began to suck her nipples, she felt the flow of milk he went out again; A pleasant sensation seduced her to the point that with one hand He caressed the dark hair and the other slid it through his crotch and began to masturbate by touching her clitoris. - No, no, no, for those things we have other accessories - the brunette told him. while looking for something in her bag. At the saleswoman's instruction, Marta got up from the beanbag and stood on all fours. on the bed; His hands clung to the bars on the back of the bed. marriage and looked at the saleswoman to see what pleasant surprise awaited her; She was completely wet and her panties were lying next to the bean bag. The brunette lifted her mini and between the handles of the garter belt she was wearing placed, a huge erect male member appeared. He immediately put on a prosthesis: a small penis with a ring underneath; the ring was threaded on his member and That way he was left with two penises, a big one at the bottom and a smaller one at the top. Marta did not know what to do, reason told her that she should escape, the rest told her that I should enjoy the moment; His dilation was increasing, the drops of vaginal discharge, fell on the bed. The brunette took her by the buttocks and He gently introduced both penises, the natural one in the vagina and the prosthesis in the year Marta felt double satisfaction and gave herself; started to shake faster and faster, until the brunette gave him a shove that made his face and her breasts were crushed against the bars, the pleasure it gave her to be imprisoned between the headboard of the bed and whoever was possessing her was enormous and feeling an orgasm she screamed. The brunette made her pace faster and finally They both exploded when the semen flooded Marta's vagina. - As you will see madam, all Miss Walloon products come with a guarantee of satisfaction - the saleswoman explained to Marta when she was saying goodbye. - Don't forget to come see me next Friday - Marta implored him, looking all the Miss Walloon products I had bought." Amanda Wells. Just as I had told you, I didn't want to comment on anything otherwise you would have realized the particular saleswoman the story told us about. But of Either way, if you want me to visit you and give you a demonstration of cosmetics like the one Amanda tells us about, you just have to tell me. Continuation (The Saleswoman Part II) Write me if you want me to show you my cosmetics