Remembering MANUELA (2)

According to the schedule, there was a break in the conference at six in the evening. That’s where I head, determined to see Manuela and talk to her. In the cafeteria, she’s surrounded by a large number of people, mostly from my company, so I can barely say hello. It seems to me that she’s trying to avoid me and is clearly annoyed to see me.

A twist of fate? My boss appears at the door, seems delighted by my presence there, and addressing Manuela I hear him say: “Take advantage of Luis being here and give him the conference data so he can write a review we’ll like. Then the three of us can have a drink and talk about it.” Around eleven at night, the tedious boss of mine is satisfied with the brief article I prepared and says goodbye, leaving Manuela and me with some drinks. Well, there she is; that’s what I wanted, right?

“How are you? I’ve been trying to get in touch with you all day.”

“And why, do we have to talk about something?”

“Come on, last Friday was pleasurable for me, something I’d wanted for a long time, and I’d like to know if…” She didn’t let me finish.

“But Luis, do you want me to thank you? Do you want me to make clear how much of a stud I thought you were? I assure you I enjoyed it, but it wasn’t that big a deal.”

“Don’t mess with me, Manuela. I want to talk to you about you and me. I’ve always liked you, and last Friday was important and satisfying, at least for me. I’d wanted to be with you for a long time, and I certainly don’t think I deserve to be treated like an idiot who only thinks with his dick or just wants to get laid because that hasn’t been my way of acting, at least not consciously.”

“Maybe you’re right, I can’t help being defensive and a bit aggressive. Lately, my romantic experiences with men have been very bad, and since I can’t live without sex, I’ve tried to convince myself that you’re all pigs with your brains in your pants. I’ll tell you that I’m not remotely willing to have any kind of stable relationship, I’m not even willing to think about it, so don’t try anything, it makes no sense.”

“You’ve left me speechless with few responses on my part. I had gotten excited about the possibility of getting to know you better. Maybe we do have a chance at a strictly sexual friendship. I loved last Friday, and I really like you.”

“Yeah? We didn’t do anything. We didn’t even fuck. Are you into light sadomaso and bondage? That’s what I’m willing to practice right now with any guy who’s up for it. I want my satisfaction without any kind of commitment.”

“You’ve got a volunteer here who’s dying to fuck you. Come on, let’s get a room in the hotel; want to?”

Blessed words. At that moment, I didn’t know I was going to discover my true, deepest sexual desires after a night with Manuela.

The room has a large wall mirror that reflects most of the double bed in the centre. “Get undressed while I go to the bathroom and leave a small lamp on. I like to see the dick I’m going to devour and the dumbstruck look guys get when they see me naked.”

Bullseye. Things are starting well, just how I like it.

She presents herself before me urgently, as if in a hurry. Completely naked, looking at me with a mischievous face and very sure of the impact caused by her small but curvaceous body. She stares at me while running her hands over her pointed tits. “Sit on the floor and stop looking at me like an idiot. You pansy, take off your socks, you pig! and start licking my pussy.”

Said and done. I lean my back against the bed and start sucking her sex, crowned by a minimal patch of very blonde, almost transparent hair. So good! She starts getting very wet and pushing hard against my tongue. “Enough, you bastard. I don’t want to come without treating you as you deserve. Suck my tits and play with my ass.”

Sitting on the bed, I savour those two small, firm tits with two truly exciting dark nipples. “You like that I leave long hairs around the nipples, right? All you pansies get horny like that, as if you were sucking a young boy’s tits. Pig, touch my ass!”

Her dismissive tone, her insults, and her tits really get me going. I massage her ass firmly while I feel my cock growing. “Bastard, the thing is you know how to turn me on. Put your finger in my ass, keep playing with it.”

I’ve been sucking her little nipples and putting a finger in and out of her ass for a good while when my dick says that’s enough. I come almost like a boy, barely touching myself, just from the excitement of the moment. “You pig. You’ve covered my thighs and stomach with your disgusting cum. Clean me up, lick it all up, don’t leave a single drop and get ready to suffer if you don’t get hard again right now.”

How wonderful to hear all that directed at me while I lick my own cum off her body! But… my dick has decided it’s not yet time to grow back and become a piece of wood. “The little gentleman allows himself to come when he wants and then his shitty dick doesn’t get hard the way I like it. Get on your knees on the bed and show me that floppy dick. I’m going to suck you off, you pansy.”

She doesn’t lie. She starts sucking my cock, quickly moving on to giving it soft little bites, then sucking again and harder bites each time; I like it and my dick seems somewhat thicker and bigger. “You like a bit of action? Now you’ll get it, you pig.”

She moves away from the bed looking for something and a moment later I feel a blow to my dick accompanied by a noise similar to a soft slap. She’s hit my entire glans with my belt, gently, but it half-scares me. Am I afraid of the possible pain or that after a second and third blow my dick will get stiff and hard? “Well, well; the pansy gets in the mood with a little help. You’re not going to come without pleasing me or I’ll really whip you. Lie down on the bed! I’m going to fuck you, and make sure you keep it hard the way I like it for a good while.”

She takes it and slowly, gently slides it into her soaked pussy while breathing heavily. She starts riding me, slowly, but taking it very deep inside. With her eyes closed, she speaks in a very low voice: “You’re as much of a bastard as all the others, you only want my pussy and for me to give you pleasure, I’m sure you have other girls out there that you cheat on like me; bastard, bastard, pansy, pig.” She increases the speed along with the tone of her voice, and a few minutes later she’s fucking me at full speed while constantly repeating: “pig, pig, pig…”

As on the previous occasion, she comes without making a fuss. A deep sigh, a couple of little moans, and she lies down next to me. “Don’t talk to me or touch me. I want to masturbate.” Gently and without hurry, with her eyes closed and muttering unintelligible words, she spends many minutes caressing her clit. When she finishes, she doesn’t even open her eyes while saying: “Luis, you’re a dickhead like all the others. Let me sleep for a few hours and then we continue. Don’t even think about jerking off, rest for a while. I want you to be strong.”

I have a curious erection, but it doesn’t even occur to me to think about masturbating. It takes me a good while to fall asleep, while Manuela rests like an angel with the occasional soft snore.

When I wake up, she is looking at me. She has an expression of anxiety (desire?) on her face that makes me realise she is masturbating. “What are you doing? Do you want me to caress you? Shall I help? Let me do it for you.”

She moves her hand away from her sex, runs it over my nose and mouth, and looks me in the eyes with seriousness on her face: “I haven’t treated you well, I want to make it up to you but we’ll only do it the way I say. Understood? I don’t want questions, just do what I tell you.”

She doesn’t let me answer, she kisses me while caressing my penis with her hands. After a few kisses, she moves down to cock level and starts sucking quickly, forcefully, using one of her hands to pinch, squeeze, and scratch my nipples. “Don’t talk, just act as I tell you. You’re going to fuck me, but first I want to get really turned on, I want to be like a mare in heat. Caress me with your hands and mouth as you please, although what will really turn me on is what I do to you or what I tell you to do to me.”

“Come on, bite my nipples without caring if you hurt me; suck and bite my tits with gusto, put your fingers in my ass and move them inside, pinch my ass hard; do you want to pull my hair? Do you want to pull my pubic hair? Don’t talk and act; make me very, very horny.”

I am totally into it. I do what Manuela asks (demands) of me, and my dick is like a volcano about to erupt. “I’m not going to last much longer, stop or my erection will fade, please!; give me your pussy, let me put it in.”

“Don’t talk, you pig. I still want you to do more things to me, I want to get even hornier and you have to hold on. Start by licking my ass, put your tongue inside, come on!”

On all fours, she offers me her ass. I put my tongue in, trying to reach as far as possible while making sure not to take my right hand to my dick. The excitement is already suffering, I feel my cock full, swollen to bursting, tight and tense as never before. “Fuck me in the ass, you pansy, you’re dying to. I’m dying for it, fuck my ass and come inside when I tell you. Come on, you piece of shit pig, get in my ass!”

I had rarely fucked a woman in the ass until then. Almost always with reservations about the possible pain from the friction and that the girl of the moment would regret it if there was any difficulty. But now I know there won’t be any problem. My dick is well soaked with Manuela’s vaginal juices and I push, slowly but surely, upwards and with force. My glans goes in quite easily and soon more than half of my cock is inside. “Bastard, you like this. I knew you were a little faggot. Come on, fuck me hard. My ass isn’t going to break, you pig faggot. Keep going, keep going!”

Yes, I want to. Now games are over, now all that matters is a dick more excited than ever in its (my) life seeking satisfaction. The in-and-out movement only lasts a few minutes, what a great orgasm! I shout with pleasure and collapse on top of the blonde, who has been jerking off while I was giving her hard thrusts. She continues touching herself for a few more minutes while I don’t take my dick out of that wonderful hiding place in her ass.

She collapses on the bed and we stay like that for a good while, until I hear as if in a dream: “You’re crushing me. Let me go, I have to pee. Take it out of my ass, please.” (Am I dreaming, did she say please?)

“You said please, is something wrong?” “Luis, are you retarded or what. I’m pissing myself. Get off me or I’ll do it right here. Don’t be an ass, damn it.”

I don’t want to take my dick out of Manuela’s ass. A distant, hidden idea is making its way into my brain. “Do it here. I’ve always wanted a woman to pee next to me after fucking, and besides, I want to stay on top of you with my dick inside.”

“Idiot, I’m pissing! Stop playing, I have to go to the bathroom!, come on.”

“You know what, I also need to piss and I feel like doing it now. If you want to pee, do it here.” Without further ado, I piss inside her ass while I see the expression of astonishment on Manuela’s face reflected in the mirror. So good! Pissing in her ass and the surprised face she makes have probably been the moments that have given me the most satisfaction in recent years.

“Bastard, you’re filling me with your piss; I feel it warm. Stop, stop!”

Shortly after, I hear a muffled laugh while I notice a new wetness around my legs that indicates she has decided to pee in the position we’re in. I liked it, damn it! I liked it so much that Manuela, noticing it, says to me: “You faggot, you’re getting hard again. Get off me, take your dick out, you’re crushing me. You know? You’ve managed to turn me on with your filth.”

“Well, but I think I want another act. Get on all fours on the floor and start crawling around the room. Come on, damn it, I’m in charge now!”

Since I read a book by Henry Miller, I’ve secretly hoped to do something similar: “Come on, girl, walk on all fours around the whole room, slowly, I’ll tell you when to go to the bathroom.” At the same time, I hit the floor with my belt around Manuela’s body. Our image reflected in the mirror is like a breath of hot air, damn, what excitement!

“Dare to, you pansy, do what really excites you. Come on, what are you waiting for, coward! Don’t you have balls or don’t you know what you like?”

Whack, whack, whack!… Three, four, five dry, strong, sharp, resounding blows, with desire disguised for years. That round, big ass marked by thick red lines… How awesome! How exciting! How wonderful! What pent-up desire! My dick throbs like never before, demanding a release that my whole body is also asking for.

“To the bathroom, quick, sit on the toilet and give me the best blowjob you know.” While freeing her ass from my urine, Manuela begins to suck me off eagerly. Her lips, her teeth, her tongue; in and out, in and out… “Slut, whore, bitch, cocksucker, keep going and don’t stop until I tell you, come on!, keep going, you slut, keep going…”

I grab her blonde hair, pressing her head against my dick. I don’t shout very loudly, I think, but I still remember it as the best orgasm I’d had up to that point: “Ahhhhh, keep going, don’t stop; swallow my cum, you whore! ….”

I almost fall over from the weakness in my legs caused by this long, deep, and much-needed orgasm. After a few seconds during which Manuela continues sucking my cock, I pull away from her mouth, leaving a trail of saliva, semen, sweat…

“You little bastard, so your fantasies involve giving girls a little whip…? Damn, how much it turns you on to insult me! A little more and you’d have choked me with your load. I’m sure you won’t give me any more dick now and I’ll have to masturbate.”

I’m not in the mood for fun with my dick. I sit on the stool next to the bathtub and with my eyes half-closed I watch the blonde masturbating eagerly, massaging her clit quickly, in a hurry. “Damn pig, you turn me on and then nothing…; you fucking faggot, you don’t work my pussy…”

With similar niceties, she masturbates for barely a few minutes. After coming, she goes to the bedroom, mutters something like “how filthy I am, look at me pissing on the bed,” and falls asleep on the floor.