Mr. Fairbanks and Belisaria

Mr. Fairbanks and Belisaria

As every day I went to . home of Mr. Fairbanks that day was not in the mood and I suppose the neighbor I met in the elevator noticed Especially when commenting that the day would be as torrid as above, I answered.

‘Of course, it’s yours, it’s summer and this is the center of the city – I wanted to add “Do not fuck”, but I did not say these things or at least not before the said. <../p>

I let the neighbor in the eighth Not even goodbye Logical I did, was a formal girl

….?. Until then, huh – She turned right at the time the elevator doors closed to say something, but could smirked <../p>

The elevator took me to the top floor, where he had his home Mr. Fairbanks and his mother, Dona Clotilde. She was an old maniac, and he a man in his late fifties, less insidious, doomed to go in a wheelchair since a shot of such Gutierrez (one botarate born should not have commented sometimes) target practice four years ago handed the column. Don Felipe Fairbanks paraplegic. He was a lieutenant in the cavalry and national twisted his career that day. Or rather the week after, as previously hoped that theirs was only a grip or a “chuminada of those,” he said, and the wheelchair would only be a temporary nuisance. The doctor told me how many times he said that morning:

‘m Sorry, Don Felipe, but you can not do anything. The bullet severed nerve -and you this pointed to a portion of the column near the hip of a skeleton resin having behind him in the consultation. -. Nothing can be done. At least for now, you know that these things are unpredictable. There are cases of spontaneous healing and incredible advances in surgery.

And he said:

-¡Me Fuck bitches! The doctor, he said with a smile, thought she was referring to inept Gutiérrez who was now dead to life at the academy. – What the hell serves you? He snapped the doctor, pointing.

And the doctor, remember, he took a back frightened step, stumbling with Skeleton swayed in their support and eventually fell disarming and desperdigándose every bone by the query.

And it is still in a wheelchair Felipe Fairbanks had two balls and two balls.

Good morning, Mr. Fairbanks said as he closed the door behind me. His mother, Dona Clotilde, two days ago he had gone on holiday with some friends on a trip to a beach IMSERSO of the Costa del Sol.

It appeared from behind a corner, moving slightly to accommodate the wheels. Electric chairs had been discarded on the first day.

That I die between queers if I feel one day that shit with wheels-and spat said magazine when they showed it in a catalog query (another doctor) .-. I broke my back, no arms, fuck

He still had a military bearing that conserved, amazed that his state. Don Felipe wore that morning one neatly pressed shirt (for a server) and trousers that hid a encanijadas legs as two pins. He had a broad chest by the head by the collar reddish hair, just as superb. His shoulders were a mass of fibers which are constantly proud (I guess that would have changed the length of your penis by the diameter of your shoulders, so are men) and a neck like a metal cylinder, sculpted based exercises military life and overexertion in his wanderings with the chair. His face was chiseled with raised edges, especially on the chin and cheekbones. He completing her face a fine lips, almost superficial and blue eyes an icy glare that reminded her previous profession. A bright red curly hair complemented the stamp and since entering the cavalry school was known as the “colorao devil.” I imagined why, but I would experience in my own flesh.

Good morning, Miss Bela -. The truth is that had a name … curious, you might say. Belisaria my name was, but I wanted llamasen Bela.

I smiled. That of “Miss” was one of the few things that repateaban me. Why else you would seem’re a young lady, and by age and are a lady? As if bearing age and you hereby added responsibility. Ever wondered whether to call Mrs. or Miss, it was suspected by your wrinkles or how miserable you had tits.

I entered the small room where I changed. I was the maid of the house, you might say. Four hours and 1200 per month. It was money that came in very handy, especially when complemented in the evening with a job, if you can call it work companion. Well, I say companion, but luxury slut, would be a more worldly definition. Of course I kept secret double life to all and especially to Mr. Fairbanks and his mother.

The small room was, as its name implies, small. In detergents, bleach and other cleaning products were kept. In addition there was room for the washer and dryer, even for two small ropes going from one to the other wall and served clothesline when it rained. There also hung my uniform.

Clotilde hung a full-length mirror behind the door. The first rule was that my dress had to be spotless. Not only clean but also perfectly arranged. Knot with a symmetrical loop centered in my body or on the side. The buttoned to the top, always bright buttons, like shoes. Stockings without a career, without a fold, without a wrinkle. Unblemished, in general.

I closed the door and undressed. Another rule, that the mother of Mr. Fairbanks gave me the first day at home was that clothes should be as good as new, both yours and mine. It was a freak perfidious, but paid well. I said quietly, although Don Felipe was present, that first day, I should change my panties and bra at home. Always clean. I never lifted her skirt to check it (God’s free, although Philip was left with the desire, if you know me), but stressed that if he had the slightest suspicion that he did not like, I knew where the door was .

So I was naked. That day was angry with Maurice, my husband in Santo Domingo. He hinted that he knew my double life, or did improper things (improper what, I thought) that did not have him, which refused profusely and was angry with him annoyed by his stupid suspicions. I guess the fake anger overtook me and turned real. The fact is that loved Mauritius and my only reason to migrate and do this and that far from home, was to collect money to start our own little hotel on the beach. We needed the money and was not going to let a bloody suspect, who declared unfounded and should trust that emphasizes merit, amargase me all the effort invested and distract me from my husband. In addition, little money and I needed to let my sex were several diners glass.

I looked at the reflection of my body in the mirror. The truth is that luxury whore work is not easy, you have to have a curious body, and I did. For now, at least. For starters it was high, almost meter eighty, with long, thick legs that were born of a round and arrogant ass. She arched her back to stand my belly and my breasts provide superior, regal position because the size tended and down but with good fall, with big nipples but too sensitive to my regret. Long hair copper-colored tufts took care to frame my face, which highlighted my wide forehead, eyes round about those who took advantage with undeniable success with the help of a languid blink and lips, not being voluptuously Caribbean , I bit them in a gesture that, I know, made me look like a well-behaved girl but eager to filth.

As every day, I opened my bag and took out a pair of white panties with a bra also white (Felipe had hinted many times that the color in the undergarments only served to hide the dirt). After I got one too white and well wide skirt was up to my knees and a white blouse also buttoned up. All white. The only article that clashed (besides my brown skin) were my dark stockings and patent leather shoes flat. No makeup or cosmetics. “Clean out is to be clean inside,” said the old man.

Before leaving, I grabbed the wicker basket where you put the laundry was picking up and out of the little room perfectly uniform.

Mr. Fairbanks was waiting for me at the door and scared me wincing and holding the basket that rolled away.

Oh, Philip, what a fright he gave me I said giggling.

Sit down a moment, please, Miss Bela.

He used that tone sounded bad. I swallowed spit scared.

What is it, Philip? I asked, sitting on the kitchen chair said.

There’s something I want to tell and I want you to give me your opinion.

My opinion? I smelled something ugly from the start. Philip was not a man to ask for opinions, their own genius and had always prevailed and balls (useless, but the balls after all) to prove it.

He took a yellow envelope and bulging between his chair and his leg and handed it to me.

It was closed and I looked imagining that contain a wad of cash. Perhaps the old man was about to die, and wanted to die, and gave me a bonus.

Open it, please, ‘said authoritatively. It was not a request, it was an order.

I tore the flap with the nail and pulled out a stack of photos. It was not money after all, and I guess my expression of disgust on my face reflected that Don Felipe smiled hamstring expression.

My heart stopped at that moment and stopped breathing when I looked at the pictures. It was evening and my customers work. They were taken with wide angle judging by the fuzzy edges of objects, but differed clearly grasped me by the arm with them entering several hotels and homes. I figured that would be a succession of snapshots of my last month. In total there would be some thirty-odd photographs showing no trace of doubt my profession to blow halter breast and buttocks Caribbean.

But … but … – I stuttered while I raced the heats in the brains and temples seemed to blow me

. Do not say anything, Miss Bela, I think you perfectly know what these snapshots, you’re not stupid.

I swallowed a saliva in my mouth did not because it was dry and looked him in the eye. The blue of the iris was more cold than I had seen before. It was pure ice. A arruguillas between the eyelids and the corners of the eyes preached a soul devoid of mercy.

‘I think her boyfriend Mauricio not adopt its behavior.

No law has … …- I moaned to my regret it wanted to give my voice a little more serenity possessed.

Excuse me, Miss’ I cut with unyielding voice, I have every right to make these photographs because they simply show a slut (slut it to hit me in the face like a smack) doing his thing, do not you think?

I gulped again as I could (though my mouth was equally barren) and went to put the photos in the envelope, hiding them from view.

They’re copies, of course, you can quedárselas, if you like. He said shaking his dismissive hand.

My boyfriend already knows, Mr. Fairbanks said looking at the blue slits of his eyes unblinking and keeping voice clear enough for that lying is not noticing.

No, I do not know he said smiling and showing his yellow teeth by nicotine. A suspicion began to grow in me and his words confirmed it. I thought faint-.He talked with him yesterday and unsuspecting. I guess today will be called asking for explanations, but you, as straight and honest woman, it will be denied and will be blamed jealousy of distance, insurance, annoyed by the lack of trust placed in you.

The bastard came prepared, showing a hand with winning cards. Knew my double life, knew Maurice (at least knew how to contact him) and I knew my hopeless love for him. I had her by the eggs.

I doubt even his mother and father vaticinia Pancrazio even know of his life here, as you say. Well, if you do poorly, you can always be offered as incentive suggestive in the little hotel they’re planning, I think.

I bit my lower lip with a vengeance. Nothing would have liked more than to rip the mottled face freckled with nails and beat him until his teeth bloody is esparciesen around the kitchen, but he suspected that also would have expected.

-What Do you want, Mr. Fairbanks -claudiqué with a sigh.

Don Felipe joined the fingertips of his hands and cupped her nose between them leaning on the chair to bring his face close to mine.

-for Now nothing, Miss Bela. But remember, if I suspect the slightest setback, slight, insult, negative or revenge … He left the threat in the air. Not a word to my mother, of course. For now continue with his dual life as before chacha slut.

As before, you can not be, rotten scum of horse, I thought.

Well, as previously he said, as if I would read the mind, which made me wince in the chair. He turned his contraption to leave and he repeated. As before, no, of course, this changes everything.

Why are you doing this to me? I asked, watching the yellow envelope squeezing my fingers, wishing to make it disappear.

-¿ “Why,” says Miss Bela? He stopped with his back to me, .Supongo that control taste again, to feel again the irresistible feeling of knowing you own the acts of another person. When that bastard Gutierrez took my legs, also he stole the only thing that made me move: the power over others. And about me. How would you feel if your mother had to unstick the ass with a finger when he has not screwed up in three days? Now I will not have an army, but start somewhere.

Something. So I was for the bastard. . Something

Silent a few seconds during which only the crackle of the envelope between my fingers was heard.

Maybe I’ll wait for you from now and feel that will be penalized if their work does not satisfy me. And my mother or “mu”, you know. Go to do their thing, please.

That “meets” made me wrinkle lips and twisting his brow. I did not cry, fortunately; He would be dead if I gave him the satisfaction. She was sure that the problems had only just started and did not walk misguided.

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The next day I went back into the elevator to the top floor. The previous evening he had not been as expected, I did not concentrate with the customer. Escort work (or slutty face to the populace) usually involve high dose therapy. We must penetrate quickly to the customer and know what you like or what you need at that time. It is assumed that the footballer was yesterday appear to be a shy girl and lover of football, without reaching a fan drooling with cravings signed shirt and runaway hormones. All I knew was fulanorra show with headache and want to finish fast. The uncle, in fact, finished fast and I said goodbye to the hotel room with the agreed money, snort without hope of ever call me. Because in this world we must leave the client happy, more so than in others you have them loyal, be enforced. A customer does not mind paying three or four thousand euros for a good fuck, but it must be really fucking great and let dry and sated.

And all for the mammon of Philip, who had lashed me by the hair well. We went round and round in his head which “satisfy” idiot like. It would not be sex because although domingas take his eyes off my ass or my Caribbean gave up vérsela disgust with the probe was hovering mocking when empty the urine bag. That was my first thought, but dismissed. Perhaps they were ruined and needed my services for free; in that case he would have to work overtime in the evenings to compensate for the loss.

The truth is that I did not know what the hell would the asshole of a Dominican that apart from good meat, had little else to offer. In any case it seemed that his desire to control someone was being fulfilled.

Luckily, I agreed with the neighbor eighth on the way to the elevator while he was brooding. He had released more than yesterday and did not need more nails in my coffin.

Good morning, Mr. Fairbanks said closing the front door behind me.

My greetings received no reply, nor appeared. Thats weird. Don Felipe always was at home when he arrived, never went out in the morning. It was his mother who sometimes did not see. But he was on vacation at the beach.

-¿Don Felipe? I asked again, leaving her purse on a chair. Nothing would please me more than he had thought of something ugly and blackmail would end, but something smelled me that the shots were not going out there.

No one answered again. It seemed the only person in the house. I went through all the rooms and found that, indeed, I was alone. Mr. Fairbanks was not there.

When I went back into the kitchen to drink a glass of water, I noticed that there was a note on the refrigerator door.

“Miss Bela, I had to go on an errand that could not wait. I beg do its job as usual. Do not forget that today is Friday, you have the envelope with their fees above the table by my bed. By the way, your new uniform is available at the usual place. Best regards, Mr. Fairbanks “.

I went to where he was the envelope and counted the amount of money. Usually I give it in hand and do not tell, do not even open it. I consider it impolite and so building trust between us (how far we had come, dammit!), But the talk yesterday made me suspicious, no longer trusted me of that ass. The sum was correct.

When I changed my clothes almost had a fit. Instead of the usual immaculate white uniform had left a skirt that did not quite cover my panties and a top that when I unfolded it finds that could not cover even half of my breasts. I sighed in disgust, and I even more pissed when I found a note with clothes indicating:

“No underwear, please”.

So here were the shots. Apparently Don Felipe wanted a cachondilla chacha.

I smiled maliciously. With that the old man wanted me insinuating, right? It seems to work in the morning would be an extension of the afternoon. Best. He was going to put a hundred, the very hog. It would be his undoing, and failing to see this winding catarme little body. When you realize that your unit is unusable and has the livid coursing throughout the body (the less sensitive part) and glimpsed the reality of his situation … what I was going to laugh

I stripped and dressed in the skirt and top. He had not said anything about the middle, but considered them the effect would be more sweeping. It was a shame we did not wear high heels, but still, when I looked in the mirror, nodded satisfied. It looked like a genuine filthy costume looking forward to a good romp.

Of course my tasks remained the most mundane: to collect the laundry, make the bed, put the washing, ironing, washing up, dusting and making food. But with this new outfit I felt sexy, hot, flirty. They say we fire mulatto blood. It’s silly, but I was starting to believe. The fru-fru the rub of the middle in the mulsos was something almost magical. Airy noticed my sex and tits trapped within the top. She sighed often and it was feeling like my privacy was being steadily moistening. My nipples were taking the brunt. They were so sensitive that when I moved despendolados breasts and rubbing against my buttons Lycra Top swayed me sweat tore swollen bite owing to try to keep a calm mind lips. Something that was not easy.

For among my thoughts was becoming hollow the idea of ??running to the bathroom, sit on the toilet and masturbate well at home and stop this insidious agony. In addition, the tiny top belting prevented me taking my tits comfortable and had air to breathe more often, hiperventilándome. Several times I had my breasts freeing subírmelo oppression to inspire deeply.

Fortunately it was summer. He had the windows open to ventilate the rooms and at least go with as little clothing was not going to cause me a cold. Furthermore, with internal heat that had throughout the body if it had been autumn or winter I doubt he would have noticed.

While dusting in the room I had to lean on the arm of the triplet to clean dust from the pictures. I slipped my apoyadero and sat on the arm of the couch. I felt my squashed sex on the leather and instantly appreciated the feeling of rubbing on my clitoris. In the armrest there was a sewn upholstery protruding from the surface and pressed me in the exact place he craved button. I could not even wanted to resist. I threw away the duster and began to rub my sex on the arm feeling a rush of hot blood recorrerme whole. The feel of the leather on my part was fantastic. Soon I heard the sounds of my mulsos skate leather furniture because of my overflowing humidity. The exciting splash encouraged me to continue my rubbings and felt like a tit on one of the swings she slipped from the prison of tiny top.

With eyes closed and arms interlocking nails sinking into the upholstery as I continued to rub the arm of the couch. He moaned muttering nasty tasty without rhyme or reason hoarsely with the lower scrub as background music.

My cute couch Nugget aprétame more, ah, nice sofa, do enjoy this bitch in heat, cute sofa.

The top, although I pressed least the teat released, I curtailed breathing and in a fit of lust me I rolled up to the armpits to take a breath well at ease. The garment was wet with sweat from my chest and armpits, and the last thing he wanted was thinking how I was going to save the gurruño thereafter.

When the climax came over me, I pinched her nipples with fresh fury, twisting like two screws, while biting my lip and cried excitedly. I drool dripped from the corners of his lips reaching the chin and dripping onto my breasts. I just wanted to feel the pounding heart, shortness of breath and that inner snap of something breaking, of touching the divine and wither soon.

‘God, damn, what a pleasure! I shouted exalted.

I rolled up sprawled on the deck fall sofa sweat and saliva, gasping as I wiped my chin, neck and chest in rivulets of saliva.

He is grinning like a fool because it was one of the best orgasms in which he had participated. . Vi sideways the armrests was bright and covered my lubrication even went dripping in thick drops that if they were entering into the cushions and folds Leather

It was then, still panting, when I met Mr. Fairbanks face, looking a few steps from where I was lying. I stopped my breath and noticed loud, nasal yours. He had blue eyes so wide they seemed to want to escape from their sockets, cheekbones color of strawberries and garnet ear lobes. His lips were dry and parted where still loomed bright tip of the tongue. He held her hands clenched on the armrest of the wheelchair, with the trunk inclined toward me, as if to get up and lunge, ignoring the inert half of his body.

But what really startled me as a frying pan head with even making me whisper hoarsely (“Jesus, Mary and Joseph”), was his crotch. Inside his pants superlative erection, an unmistakable bulge of the package will be showed.

I pointed out the cause of my unusual religious fervor with jerky fingers (do not know if the echoes of orgasm or inability of the fact) while bouncing on the sofa crying,

-¡Don Felipe, Felipe, miracle, miracle, Blessed be the merciful Virgin miracle

Don Felipe looked slowly (and I testify that he did reluctantly because my bare and oscillating flesh what had enthralled) and when he found his prodigious spliced ??and understood what it meant he started laughing loudly and waving his arms as if to take which sparrow flying chair shaking uncontrollably with the inevitable result of turning back the Hulk with him included.

I -¡Puedo fuck, I can fuck, Fuck you fucking queers that I can fuck! cried hoarse and outrageous even sprawled on the ground.

With a taxi through, we were half an hour later in the doctor on duty (I took him to the emergency room because I felt indirectly responsible for the event) which found that, indeed, some tenderness was recovered in the bottom half .

They’re cases of spontaneous remission spoiling statistics or maybe the exception confirmed as said tongue flicking upset, knowing that medical science that their diagnoses were held could do little more than raise the ignorant and powerless shoulders at such an event .

I sat waiting in a corner of the consultation trying to go unnoticed. He had called road mobile Dona Clotilde to tell him that his son was recovering sensitivity. He peppered me with questions but pretended a lack of mobile coverage and shut off. I imagined her screaming outrageous and returning to that witch flying here. Considered shameful explain that everything was due to an explosion of libido caused by the uncontrollable desire of a servant to air their frustration, but also Doing so before the taxi driver who had benefited me last week, it was already the height of indecency. Or I could once look into the eyes of any of those gentlemen and less with wild hair and clothing medium placed by the rush (because we left bufados to the taxi and my naked flesh were no obstacle, according to Don Felipe, for marchásemos not at that moment).

Don Felipe Fairbanks did not forget our contract (in which it seemed that only earned him my orgasm was just me) but, anticipating tidal waves of vergü embarrassment and inexplicable explanations, I told everything to Mauritius (which took the best of I thought, at least speak to me) and I went back the following week to my country, my beloved homeland, where I had my parents (who never knew my double life, fortunately).

Moreover, what I served as the architect of a miracle if the mere mention and made me cover my face vergü embarrassment

Ginés Linares.

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