After a long hot rainy day, Julio came over, totally drenched from head to toe, sweat, rain... grime all over him. I leaned gingerly close to his cheek and almost kissed him but he quickly held me back.
"NO! You need wait. I am very, very dirty -- I need shower. You wash my clothes, yes?"
He stripped, went to get cleaned up, the filthy clothes put into the washing machine. No choice! His shoes were sopping but had to be left on a little rug at the back door. I had plenty of food -- a variety of treats. He came down, wrapped in a towel and sat at the table, as I brought him everything. Steak, potatoes, cheeses, salad, bread, beer... all of it enjoyed with a big smile on his face and me gazing at him in adoration. He cut large chunks of meat and brought them to his mouth with the point of the knife. He had four beers, sucking on limes, ripping the fruit with his white even teeth. I watched him, my crotch getting damp and hot.
As he ate, he let his left leg swing out and the towel slipped open -- and of course I looked at his cock, hanging there. He nodded at me, his mouth full. "Kiss my dick." That order, that firm tone in his voice, zapped my clitoris. I got on my knees, touching my lips to the head of his penis. He gazed down at me approvingly, made kissy lips. He kept eating and I kept kissing, licking, softly rubbing the shaft of his cock, feeling it swell to its full length. "Suck my balls," he commanded, spreading his legs far apart. I opened wide, my lips a huge oval, and pulled each of his balls into my moist warm mouth, rolling my tongue lovingly over and all around, nuzzling, pushing my cheeks against them. 'Mmmm, mmmm," I moaned, and he finished his food and clutched my hair in his fist. "This is good, me gusta, I like this," he growled, pushing my head back and raising me up from the floor. "Come we go to the bed."
We went upstairs. "Quitate la ropa," he ordered. (Take off your clothes) But I had no time to comply because he did it all. Impatient, he stood in front of me and tugged at my filmy blouse, which came over my head easily. He put both hands on my leggings and slid them right off me in two seconds. His palm at my back, he undid my blue lace bra in one quick motion and flung it aside. He plopped down on the bed, lay his head and shoulders on a heap of pillows, both arms behind his neck, and spread his thighs. I knew what to do next: I positioned myself between them and put my mouth on his cock, to continue what we had started at that kitchen table. He was looking at me -- a slight smile on his lips. I had both hands - all my fingers - around the base, my lips on the large head. I wetted it with spit and moved up and down, my eyelids closing in pleasure. I relished every inch, moving over that shape of a torpedo head, and down the thick shaft, as his penis got even harder and fatter, my cheeks, my lips, my tongue feeling it all, as it hit the back of my throat, nearly choking me. He lay back, calm, relaxed, eyes half shut, mouth in a little crooked smile, contemplating me at work.
Suddenly he spoke in a crooning voice: "You know Miguel want fuck you?"
My mouth full of him, I felt my eyes pop wide open. I instantly stopped my motion but I did not take my mouth off his penis. At first I could not even look up; but when I could, I stared up at him in total shock. He was watching me very closely. I felt that I had been turned to stone; I could not speak -- for several reasons! For one thing, his cock completely filled my mouth and for another, I was at a total loss as to what to answer him. He reached his hand onto my hair and softly took hold of a big fistful, twining his fingers around my curls.
"What you say? You like fuck him?"
I took my mouth off his body, but remained totally locked in his gaze, not making a sound. I was quite alarmed, really. I had broken off with Miguel, Julio's cousin, quite some time ago, but it somehow was not over. Miguel was still calling me, trying to get me back, to have me fuck him again. But I had stopped seeing him because he was too rough when we had sex. He had bruised me that last time. I was very apprehensive about being with him, even though he was still very hotly sensual to me.
When able to talk, I said, "Wait - I -- I don't understand -- are you talking to Miguel about me? Did he say that to you?"
"I talk with him -- yes. I tell him I love you, I tell him I fuck you for long time. I tell him I love you, porque for you are beautiful woman, muy caliente -- you put me very hot, yes; I say this. Y la semana pasada, last week, I talk with him more; he know I love you. He tell me last week he want fuck you too. We make grupo de tres. (a threesome) This is okay for you?"
"No -- no -- he -- he -- no! Oh no, please!" I sat up, feeling entirely upset. I got tearful and I was shaking. "Please -- I can't do it! Don't talk like that. Please!"
"Que es toda esta basura?" he said, somewhat impatiently. (What is all this garbage?) "Who is you boss? Is me, you are mi esclava, (my slave) you do what I want. Yes?"
He wanted me to follow his orders. This idea of being used, of being fucked by both him and Miguel seemed to be no big deal to him at all. This confused me -- Julio is so possessive! And yes, I acquiesce; I agree, I submit, I like it. I do what he wants with him -but now he is saying also with anyone he decides? Nevermind that I am 'his' and 'only for him, as he is so determined to make clear. He asks me nearly every time when he calls, if I love him -- if I am 'his', if my pussy belongs to him ... and I always say 'yes, yes, yes, to everything! Well, all this is a new notion to my little world of what is 'ok' with him.
