Hello, people, I’m going to tell you another story about my involvement with a delicious prosecutor who lives across from my house. Oh, how badly I wanted to fuck him, an enormous desire. Some types of men fascinate me; ever since I understood what sex was, and that was at 14, I used to masturbate thinking about the men I knew, and after I met him, during my daily little wank I thought about him.

Fernando... he’s married, but I hardly ever see his wife, he has good financial standing, drives a fancy car, is always in a suit and tie, tall, elegant, 30 years old, a nice body, wears very discreet glasses that suit his face, very fair-skinned, black hair that shines in the sun, cut beautifully and sometimes falling over his eyes, and he gives that little flick to the side that whenever I see it I even stop what I’m doing, it feels like I’m watching in slow motion like in TV commercials. He always seemed very serious to me, sometimes he would just greet me out of politeness when I was in the yard doing something, and clever me would answer by flirting back; when I noticed he was somewhere he could see me, I’d bend over with my ass pointed right at him, but I never noticed whether he looked.

One day, coming back from college, I noticed him inside the car; although the windows were very dark, you could tell someone was inside. Since the car was his, I assumed it was him. I think he was talking on the phone. I walked very slowly and didn’t look at the car anymore so he wouldn’t notice. Where I live the streets are very empty, especially on weekdays, with sidewalks lined with lots of trees, and that day, because it was so hot, the sun was blazing and it was almost noon, I had taken off my jacket and put it in my bag, I was only wearing a little white spaghetti-strap top, but without a bra. Delicate tops like that, if you wear something underneath, they lose their sensuality and delicacy, and I’m not being full of myself or anything, but... no man has ever turned me down, and already thinking... and I’m always thinking about provoking to see what the reaction is. I looked both ways; there was only an old man at the end of the street sweeping the sidewalk, but he was far away. I stopped under a tree, leaning against the trunk, and pretended I felt sick. I fanned myself with my hand and noticed he looked, but didn’t care. That was when I threw my notebook and bag on the ground and sat on the curb. He got out of the car quickly and, still on the phone, came toward me. I thought, “Oh, now it’s happening...” He came very close and, already worried, asked:

- What happened, miss, are you all right?

-I’m not feeling very well.

-But what are you feeling? Do you want me to call someone from your house?

And I was already acting all sweet as always, speaking in that needy little voice:

-Ah, I don’t know, dizziness, feeling unwell, sometimes my vision goes dark and...

He repeated the question:

-Do you want me to call someone from your house to take you inside?

I said quickly:

-No need, I just need a little water, my mouth is dry.

I was making faces and pouting, but keeping my eyes on him, and he couldn’t take his eyes off my breasts, already with a certain desire.

He tried to support me with his arms, but he was awkward, embarrassed, and terrified, all while trying to help.

-Okay. Come with me and I’ll give you some water.

I’m not stupid or anything, so I got up very slowly and he helped me, leading me toward his house.

-Ah, now I’m feeling hot.

I wanted to make him tense to see what he would do.

-Uhhh... then let’s do this: you come in with me and have some water, if that doesn’t fix it I’ll take you to the hospital by car.

-No... no, what if your wife is there, won’t she think badly of me?

-She won’t. She’s at work.

-Well, if that’s the case. It must be my blood pressure, whenever the weather gets really hot it drops.

I think if it had been planned, it wouldn’t have gone so well. He went and opened the garage gate, we went in, and he was honest indeed, he left me in the living room and went to get water. I looked around the house, really empty and very beautiful too, as if I’d let a chance like that slip, right? I love a little filth.

I took off my clothes and stayed there in my little top and high heels, sitting on a big black armchair that was very soft in the living room. My long hair, in a unique and natural shade, a dark ash blonde, I’ve never seen anyone with the same tone, I parted it down the middle so that a bit of it covered each breast, hiding only the nipples.

While I waited, I lifted one leg and put it over the armrest of the armchair, so my little pussy was wide open and on display. All I needed was a cigarette to look properly slutty, but I don’t smoke. Soon he appeared with the glass of water and froze there still holding it, staring without understanding anything, but I made sure to explain it to him:

-I saw your beautiful armchair, thought it was so soft I felt like sitting on it naked.

-No, miss... for God’s sake, cover yourself or if my wife gets here she’ll kill us!

I go crazy with lust when a man tries to resist but ends up giving in afterward...

-Ahhhh stop it, it took me such an effort to come up with that whole fainting idea...

And I gave a little smile, ran my finger over my lips and sucked it, closing my eyes and squeezing my breasts with the other hand.

-But then you weren’t feeling sick?

-I am, but it’s from lust and from wanting to do what I’ve wanted to do for so long.

He turned, locked the door, and came slowly closer, and I came closer too, until I grabbed his tie hard, making the glass of water spill over my clothes... I sighed, because the water was cold, and my white blouse became transparent, leaving my breasts fully exposed.

-Oops, I got you wet, hehe.

He dropped the glass onto the varnished coffee table in a frantic gesture, and it toppled and rolled until it fell off the table onto the rug.

I pressed my mouth to his ear, gave it a lick, and whispered very softly:

-Too bad it wasn’t your cum. Come on, fuck me... don’t resist anymore, I’ve wanted to give it to you for so long!

Then he bit his lip and slapped my thigh.

-You want my cock, my angel?

-Of course, what do you think I’m here naked for?

-Then tell uncle what you want...

-I want cock!

He loosened his tie and started taking everything off while I took off my shoes and rubbed my little very white foot, with red-painted nails, over his dick through his dress pants. Hummmm... and it was already very hard. I turned around and, leaning my arms on the back of the chair, stuck my ass out and rubbed my clit, licking my fingers. He took off his belt and gave my ass a light strap, and I moaned in a needy little voice with a slutty face. Then, while he took off his shoes, I rubbed my pussy against the arm of the armchair saying:

-Come on, Fê... come, I’m thirsty for your cock, you don’t need to hold back because I know you must be amazing.

When he took off his pants and was left only in a beautiful little striped pair of navy blue and red briefs, with an anchor embroidered in the corner... I bent down at his feet and ran my tongue over my lips, looking him straight in the eyes, but I didn’t go straight to the point. I held his ass and licked around, on his leg, in his groin, over the briefs. I could hear his heavy breathing while he ran his hands through my hair, the nape of my neck and my neck, giving me a soft, filthy caress that made me shiver and made me bite little bites into his thick, muscular thigh. He had no body hair at all, which made me even hornier and made me want to suck everything I could.

I thought I’d teased him enough. After all, I didn’t know how much time I still had, and if I had to leave there without a delicious fuck with him, at night I’d die of desire and wear myself out wanking. I stopped, looked up at his face and asked:

-Can I start?

-I thought you already had, my beautiful.

-No, last chance, you can still back out...

-My cock is too hard for that.

On one side of the briefs I held them with one hand, on the other side I held them with my teeth, and with the other hand I squeezed his ass. That way I pulled down his cute tight little briefs, his cock already so hard it was almost coming out on its own. I pulled a little more and his cock came out and slapped against my face. My God, how beautiful it was, exactly the way I wanted: a shiny pink head and nice and thick, all wet. He made a naughty face and I lowered myself all the way to his feet and he finished taking off the briefs. Not to lose the mood, I got on all fours at his feet while I rubbed that cock all over my face. I could even smell a faint scent of fabric softener left by his briefs. I could already see Fernando’s skin starting to sweat, felt his cock pulse, wet and slick. I held it with great tenderness, ran my tongue lightly over that delicious head, kissed it, licked it. It was such a perfect cock that I couldn’t stop, I wanted to keep looking at it all the time, but I couldn’t resist and sucked it. When I gave the first suck, I noticed his legs tremble.

Salty, I kept sucking while he held my hair in a ponytail grip and forced me back and forth, his cock hitting my throat. A few times I even choked, and he went crazy when that happened:

-Is my cock that big? Can’t you get it all in your little mouth? I’m going to put it somewhere else now and see if it fits all the way in.

-Ah, Fê, that’s so hot... go gently because I’m very tight.

-Tight, huh? Don’t worry, my angel, I’ll treat you like a princess.

Fernando picked me up and carried me to the sofa, so soft that I sank into the cushions. He kissed me, sliding that huge tongue all through my mouth, squeezing my breasts, then went down kissing my whole body all the way to my feet, licking and sucking my little toes. Then he put his cock between them and jerked himself off with my feet. He climbed back up kissing my legs, my groin... Until he gave my clit a soft little kiss. Oh, what a turn-on! I bent my legs and put my feet on his head, pressing him against my naked little pussy, suffocating him. He rubbed his face against it and begged for more, and of course I let him keep licking. And what a wonderful tongue, no one had ever licked my little pussy like that, with so much hunger that I came just from seeing the satisfied look on his face.

-That’s it... that’s it... come, my princess, I’m crazy with lust.

For me that was almost a dream already, him all affectionate, polite, and the best part... so filthy, he didn’t waste time.

-Rub my cock on it so it gets nice and slick and goes in smooth.

And I was already almost having a fit from so much lust, but that was when I discovered that although cumming was wonderful, after cumming a really delicious fuck was just as good. I felt that hot cock going in... I rolled my eyes and moaned...

-Stop, please, don’t moan like that, or I won’t be able to fuck you too much, you’re already driving me crazy.

-And is that a good thing?

-It’s delirious...

And he kept fucking me. I could see he’d come soon, so I went ahead and said the line he was certainly dying to hear, though I think he was afraid of hearing a no. I asked him to stop; he even got startled:

-Did I hurt you?

I turned and got on all fours and stuck my ass out for him.

-Come eat your little princess’s ass.

He looked at me and confirmed:

-You want to give me your little ass, baby... My God, at this rate I’ll marry you.

I laughed out loud... like a real slut!

-You’re already married, but I can be your second wife whenever you want.

-How wonderful...

He held my ass with both hands and licked my little ass, slowly pushing a finger in.

-What a delicious little ass.

-Slowly, because it hurts a lot.

-Of course, my beautiful.

He held it right by the base near the balls and pressed it against my tight little ass, and I waited for the pain, but I barely felt anything. After the head went in, my ass swallowed his cock very quickly, and I let out a pleasurable moan:

-Ah, Fê... ah, my ass... ah, my ass.

That was just to tease him more.

-Does it hurt a lot, baby?

-It hurts, but it feels so good, don’t stop... don’t stop... fuck me...

-Ah, my Goddess, don’t talk like that or I’ll go crazy...

He was fucking so deliciously, each thrust a shout of pleasure. He was sweating and closing his eyes while he pounded my little ass, his thighs slapping against my very white, arched ass.

-Ah, Ca... what perfection, you all like this, little girl, delicate and so naughty.

-Hummm, want me for yourself? I’m all yours whenever you want, my darling.

-I want you every day.

And he kept fucking while I moaned loudly, knowing it drove him wild.

-Fuck your little girl... that’s it... go on... fuck me because I want to come with you fucking my ass.

-Then come, squeeze my cock in that delicious little ass.

Massaging my clit and feeling the thrusts getting stronger and stronger, I couldn’t hold back anymore.

-Ah, Fê... ah, Fê... I’m almost there...

-That’s it, come hard, pretty girl, satisfy your desire to give it to me, and mine to eat that beautiful little ass you’ve got.

-Aiii I’m coming... I’m coming... don’t stop!

It was one of the best orgasms I’ve ever had. I took a deep breath and felt enormous satisfaction at having led Fernando to cheat on his wife. So proper, but his filthy side spoke louder, and so filthy... I figured he wouldn’t be able to resist... what a delicious man. He pulled his cock out of my ass. I was still with my ass up while he licked and smelled all the cum dripping from my little pussy, my leg and the sofa, like a dog in heat.

-What a finish, huh, my beautiful? You’ll have to come for me more times, I’m addicted to this nectar.

-I’ll do whatever you want, whenever you want!

-I don’t even know what to say.

-Don’t say it, do it!

-Where do you want me to spill it?

-You choose!

He jerked his cock with hunger.

-Can it be in your pretty little mouth?

I got up and knelt down and immediately took that cock into my mouth again, running my tongue over the head, sucking the balls and jerking him off very fast.

-What a hot little mouth. Can I cum? If I hold it in any longer, my dick’s going to explode.

-Drown me in your load.

-Ah, heart, I’m about to cum... ahhh...

And I could feel each jet of cum coming from the head of that delicious dick onto my tongue, a slightly bitter, salty taste, very thick, each spurt a pulse accompanied by a moan. Those pulses drive me crazy with lust; it doesn’t even need to be in my mouth—if I feel a cock pulsing, I go wild instantly.

-My love, what an amazing blowjob, at 24 you’re already a professional.

-Your pleasure is my pleasure.

I stood up and kissed him. What a pleasurable kiss, full of desire and need. I had never fucked a man who knew how to kiss.

He caressed my face with the back of his hand.

-So beautiful.

-Lie down there on the sofa.

He lay down. I climbed on top of him and, at the level of his navel, put one foot on each side, bent down, opened my legs wide and, with my fingers, spread my pussy and pissed, a long, hot stream of piss over his chest, face, mouth and hair. I was surprised because I thought Fernando would turn his head away or ask me to stop, but no—he opened his mouth and swallowed as much as he could of all that piss. At the end, I rubbed my completely wet pussy all over his face.

-I thought you’d refuse.

-Never, my Goddess. It’s one of my fantasies, one my wife has never even after all these years allowed us to do.

-That’s great, I’m glad I satisfied my man, and I’m still going to satisfy all your wants and desires, and awaken countless fantasies in you.

-Yes, I’m your man, your slave and whatever you want. You can do whatever you want with me, I’m already all yours.

-Be careful, I’m kind of dangerous and dominant, I like adventures.

-Wonderful, I love being dominated and enslaved!

He kissed my feet and looked at me fixedly.

-Fê, I need to go now.

-But will we do this again?

-Much more. I’m going to dominate you.

-You’ve already dominated me, my queen. I’m submissive only to you now.

-That’s more like it!

We got up and went to take a bath in the tub in his and his wife’s bedroom. Fernando soaped me up, running his hands softly over my breasts. When I noticed his cock was hard again and we wanted more, but unfortunately it was too risky, so we left. He dried me with a super-soft white towel he had taken from the bathroom cabinet, I got dressed, gave him my phone number and said goodbye. We agreed that whenever we want to meet in secret, he’ll send me messages. Every day he tells me he wants to be enslaved by me, but I don’t know... as delicious as it was, I already did what I wanted, which was to give my ass to him, in his house. But if it happens again, Fefê is going to fall in love, since he loves being dominated and his wife, fortunately, doesn’t know how to satisfy him. Thanks for the comments you left on my other stories, I was happy to know you’re enjoying them. Kisses to you, W10, who always reads my stories ;)