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I continue the tale of how I got involved in the amazing sexual exploits of Lupe, my uncle’s second wife when I stayed at their guesthouse on the Pacific coast of Colombia.I had travelled to Colombia on my first paid photography assignment after graduating from university. I was staying in a small remote town, as my uncle had moved there from the UK many years ago, and had bought a guesthouse.My Uncle Gerry was almost sixty, and I was stunned on arrival at the guesthouse to meet his wife Lupe, who was in her mid-thirties. She was gorgeous, with an incredible busty, curvy figure. For a young twenty-three-year-old guy like myself, I considered her the best MILF I had ever seen.On my first full day there, I caught Lupe having sex with one of the other guests. She had certainly been enjoying herself and had also worked out that I had been spying on her. Lupe later explained that my uncle’s financial situation was dire and that she had made a financial agreement with the only two other guests. Lupe would sleep with them twice a week for an increase in the rent.Lupe had then asked if I wanted to make a similar arrangement with her, which I absolutely did. Of course, these arrangements had to be kept secret from my uncle. Since then, I had already enjoyed sex with Lupe on numerous occasions.But then I had spied on one of the guests with a different woman, Lupe’s friend Izzy. It later became clear that Izzy also ran a guesthouse on the other side of town, and that once-a-month Lupe and Izzy swapped over, and ‘serviced’ each other’s guests.Izzy, a gorgeous busty blonde Latina MILF, had visited me in my room on a couple of occasions to service me since. I had even spied on Izzy and Lupe as they together had entertained six young men at the same time during an epic gangbang session.Just recently I had been in bed with Lupe, and she had told me about numerous sexual adventures she had participated in during her youth… Lupe’s stories from when she had lived in Medellin, and later in Bogota were incredible. They had turned me on like crazy. It was amazing what a very busy young lady she had been.I had heard all about her sucking off her boss at her first job in Medellin when she was just eighteen years old, how she had gotten her first spit-roasting by her then-boyfriend and his pal. Lupe had also told me at great length how her boss at her second job when she moved to Bogota, arranged for her to fuck clients visiting their manufacturing company at a nearby motel to boost sales. It was now abundantly clear exactly how Lupe had gotten so experienced in what men wanted in bed.What was also amazing to me was that Lupe was now in her mid-thirties, and yet I had only heard about her sexual adventures up until she was almost twenty-two years old. What more incredible tales did she have to tell?But I knew Lupe liked to change things up every time she bedded me, so I didn’t expect to have another ‘tell-all’ session again next time, but perhaps I would hear more from Lupe’s past one day.The day after Lupe had told me all about her wild youth, she came to my room briefly to tell me that Izzy wanted to see me down at her guesthouse on the other side of town the next day.So the following day I got up early and got as much work done as I could, as it sounded like I wasn’t going to get much done in the afternoon. Around 12.30 pm I borrowed my uncle’s scooter and rode over to Casa Rosita, the guesthouse Izzy ran with her husband.Before I approached the building, I took a good look from across the street, making sure Izzy’s husband Emiliano wasn’t sitting in the reception office. Gladly there was no sign of him, although I could see Izzy inside at the front desk.Izzy greeted me as I arrived. She was dressed in a tight white blouse and black skirt and confirmed her husband was not around as he was at work, and would be until late this evening. From that information, I wondered if I was perhaps here to spy on Izzy with one of her long-term renters.“So… what are we doing?” I asked.“What are we doing?” Izzy giggled, “I need a good fuck honey, that’s what.”Izzy explained she only had one long-term renter staying in the guesthouse at the moment. She had given him his weekly session a few days ago, but then he had gone out of town for the next week or so.It sounded to me like Izzy had no one to play with. Apparently, I was a booty call, or more accurately a young cock-delivery. It was something I was more than happy to be for her today.Izzy handed me a key to a room up on the top floor and told me to go and get my ass into bed, and she would be up shortly.I headed on up the stairwell to the third floor. When I thought about it, Casa Rosita was more like a cheap hotel than a guesthouse. Lupe and my Uncle’s place, Casa Madre, was a more traditional style guesthouse, where almost half the property was a home for them, and then there were just a few rooms available to rent to guests. But Izzy’s place had so many rooms and was laid out more like a traditional motel around a courtyard, although still maintained a separate living area for her and her husband around the back of the property.Izzy had told me previously that she had fought to keep her business classed as a guesthouse, rather than a hotel, with the local authority, as it meant she paid lower business taxes. The property had originally been much smaller, just two storeys high and just one wing. But the previous owner had managed to add two new floors to the original wing, and then years later build a matching four-storey second wing.The local government assessor had visited the property a few years ago, telling Izzy it would have to be re-classed as a hotel. But Izzy took the assessor into one of the rooms, stripping off, sucked and fucked his brains out, and he suddenly had a change of heart. Now every April the assessor came by for Izzy to entertain him for the afternoon, and her hotel-looking business would get classified as a guesthouse for yet another year.I let myself into room thirty-one, undressed, and climbed into bed. A few minutes later the door opened, and Izzy appeared, wearing a tiny red bikini, black high-heeled shoes, a huge grin, and nothing else.The next ten minutes were a bit of a blur. It was obvious Izzy was very horny, and desperately wanted some young cock to get off quickly.Izzy immediately removed her bikini, and got on her hands and knees in front of me on the bed, and sucked my cock to full hardness. izmit escort Then she sat astride me and began riding my cock, her wet pussy urgently sliding up and down my shaft. I played with her big bouncing breasts, as she whimpered and moaned in pleasure.Izzy said my name and then moaned something at me in Spanish, which I didn’t understand.“What’s that?” I panted.“Jack, I fucking love young cock,” Izzy repeated, in English this time, “Fucking love your gorgeous big, hard dick.”I moved my hands to Izzy’s hips, encouraging her as she furiously bounced on my cock. Izzy’s cries became louder and louder as she got closer to her pleasure destination. She looked incredible, and I felt I wasn’t going to last much longer either, but told myself I had to hold on until this amazing MILF had reached orgasm.Thankfully, after a minute more of Izzy’s bouncing, and me thrusting up into her, I could tell she was very, very close.“Ah, fuck, fuck, yesssss…” Izzy cried out as she finally climaxed, and collapsed on top of me.I was still in a very excited state as Izzy lifted herself up a little to pull my cock from her sopping wet pussy. I was still very close to coming, although I’m not sure Izzy knew how close. She began slowly jerking my cock in her left hand.“You’re such a good fuck, honey,” Izzy panted, grinning up at me, “You can get me off so fast. What do you want to do now?”“Ah, fuck,” was all I could manage.“Don’t worry, my husband won’t be back until late this evening,” Izzy purred, her huge breasts pressed against my thighs as she continued to slide her hand over the head of my cock, “You can fuck me all afternoon, baby. You can do whatever you want.”That was too much for me, as the thought of all the dirty, naughty things I wanted to do to her body raced through my mind. I grabbed my cock and aimed it at Izzy’s tits.A moment later I groaned, and erupted, spunking all over Izzy’s amazing boobs. She giggled but seemed a little surprised I had shot my load so quickly. I usually lasted a little longer in round one, getting to fuck Izzy in at least a few positions before coming.But Izzy had fucked me with such urgency and intensity, she had got me all worked up. The knowledge that I was going to get to spend all afternoon in bed with this incredible, busty, married MILF had then sent me over the edge, far quicker than I would have liked.Izzy cleaned herself up with a towel, then cleaned me up too.“Don’t worry, baby. We’ve got all afternoon,” Izzy told me, grinning, “I’ll have you all big and hard again in no time.”With a body like hers, she wasn’t lying.“Why don’t you turn over, and I’ll give you a massage?” Izzy asked.I did as I was told. Izzy grabbed some baby oil she had hidden away in a drawer in the cabinet by the side of the bed. She then sat astride my ass and began rubbing oil into my back.I looked over my shoulder at her. It was quite a sight, this gorgeous busty lady, in her late ‘dirty thirties’, sitting astride me wearing nothing but her high heels and a smile. She rubbed oil into her huge firm tits, grinning down at me. I wondered what her husband would think if he could see her now.“You know, Lupe told me she gave you a massage like this after fucking you the other day?” Izzy said as I nodded, enjoying the feel of her slippery hands on my shoulders, “She said she had told you all about what a naughty young girl she had been in her youth?”“Yeah, she did,” I replied, smiling.“What kind of things did she tell you?” Izzy enquired, seemingly intrigued.“Well, a gentleman never tells, does he?” I replied, smiling back at Izzy over my shoulder.It seemed Lupe had told Izzy that she had gotten me all big and hard again between sessions by telling me the sexy stories of her youth, but had not actually shared any of those tales with her friend. I decided if that were so, I should not be the one to spill the beans, even if Izzy was obviously a very close friend of Lupe. It should be up to Lupe if she wanted to share information like that with her ‘bestie’.“I suppose not,” Izzy giggled, “But did it have the desired effect?”“Oh, very much so,” I replied.I sensed an opportunity here and decided to act.“We had an incredible fuck after she told me all her naughty stories,” I told Izzy.“Is that right?” Izzy chuckled, as her oily tits bounced on her chest.“Perhaps you should tell me some of the incredible tales of young Isabel?” I asked, grinning, “I’m sure there must be some?”“There are,” she nodded.“I’m sure hearing them would have me back in action in no time,” I told her.Izzy giggled, then considered my proposal for a moment. Finally, she leaned down to whisper in my ear.“If I do, you have to promise not to tell anyone. Ever. You understand?” Izzy said, “You’d have to promise me.”I nodded.“I can’t risk the possibility of my husband finding out. He thinks I was a good catholic girl in my youth, you know?” Izzy explained, “You promise me, Jack?”“I promise,” I replied.I think the fact Izzy had not gotten any information about what Lupe had told me went a long way to convince her she could trust me. That I wasn’t going to tell Lupe or anyone else about what she might disclose.“Well, where to start?” Izzy said as she returned to rubbing my shoulders, “I suppose I should start back when I lived in Cali.”So began the incredible, sexy tales of Izzy’s youth.Izzy told me she had been brought up on the outskirts of a town called Santander De Quilichao, which was about two hours’ drive south of the city of Cali. Her father and mother were involved in the farming industry, and she had enjoyed a happy if rather impoverished childhood.After finishing her schooling, she fairly quickly moved to the city of Cali. She had a friend whose family lived there, and she slept on the sofa in their living room for a few months.She had a few different jobs in those first few months away from her parents. She worked in a factory, in a retail store, and later as a receptionist’s assistant in a small hotel.However, to earn some extra money, she got a second job working in the evenings at weekends at a nightclub. It was the best, and most expensive nightclub in town. She initially worked as a ‘door girl’, welcoming customers through the entrance. The club always had one or two pretty young girls at the front door, encouraging people to come in, so with Izzy’s looks she fit right in.After a couple of weeks, the manager changed Izzy’s job to become a ‘bottle girl’. yahya kaptan escort She would go from table to table, trying to sell customers on the nightclub’s bottle service. If the customer bought the expensive bottles of champagne or spirits she was selling, she would sit and chat with them.If the customer, who were usually rich men, showed some interest in a particular girl, or even a group of girls in the club, Izzy would go and speak to them on the client’s behalf and invite them over to his table for drinks. It kept the client happy, and she sold more drinks for the club.If the client tipped her well, Izzy would sit with them a little longer to chat and keep them company. If they tipped really well, she would stand next to them as they sat at the bar or at their table, and allow their hands to go wandering around her body as they chatted. Izzy would always wear a very short, tight skirt, and a top that would show off plenty of cleavage.Izzy would stand there, innocently chatting, seemingly oblivious as the guy’s hand patted or even groped her ass. This would happen regularly. Izzy didn’t mind getting felt up, as it was pretty dark in the club, so no one else would notice it was going on. It made her feel attractive, desirable, and wanted.Most of the men feeling her up were older than her. She was just twenty years old, and most of her clients were over forty and successful businessmen. They had to be to afford the expensive drinks at the club and also to be able to give Izzy generous tips.Some of the men were married too, Izzy could tell. That just made it feel even more special to Izzy. These guys were feeling up a young woman in a public place, they could be discovered, and they were taking a risk. Izzy enjoyed the feeling of a married older man taking a risk, just so he could get to squeeze her lovely firm young ass.But occasionally it went further, Izzy told me. Lots of guys would ask for her number, ask for a date, or ask to take her home that night, but she generally refused. However if the client tipped her very big indeed, or if she just liked the guy, then she would go home with him that night.She wasn’t really interested in dating, or a relationship at that time. But a one-night stand now and again she found fun. Most of the guys she left the club with were older than her, and she enjoyed how they treated her both in and out of bed.Izzy enjoyed learning all the naughty things older men wanted to do to a gorgeous busty young woman if they got the chance, just like Lupe had at a similar age. Izzy would always go back to their place, as she couldn’t take them back to the sofa she was sleeping on in the living room of her friend’s family. If the guy was married, he would take her to one of the local hotels for the night.Izzy loved men, she had discovered, and loved being with them, making them happy. But she didn’t like the jokes and the stares she would get from the club staff, and particularly the other ‘bottle girls’. Izzy wanted a fresh start and needed to find something where she could be more sexual, but without all the hassle and judgment from others who should just mind their own business. Her solution, I discovered, was intriguing.One day she quit her job at the club, plus her day job too. She got on a bus and moved to Bogota, again just as Lupe had done. I wondered if they were ever in Bogota at the same time, if they had ever walked past each other on the street somewhere. Izzy rented her own place this time, as she had a nice little nest egg of cash from all her tips at the club back in Cali.What Izzy had decided to do in Bogota was certainly going to allow her to be more sexual and in a more socially acceptable way. She got a job at a strip club, one of the biggest in town.Izzy began again as a ‘door girl’, greeting customers as they entered, getting them seated, and calling over the waitress to take their orders. But she immediately began badgering the manager to let her take a shot at being on stage, stripping off for the audience of local men. The manager agreed Izzy had the body and looks for it, but told her she didn’t have any experience of dancing up on stage at all.The strip club was fairly high-end, and only wanted girls who could really dance and put on a show, not just show off their bodies. Izzy watched the other girls every night for a couple of weeks and spoke to the strippers backstage trying to get tips on how she might come up with an act to satisfy the manager. But the other girls weren’t terribly helpful, as they didn’t really want another girl taking their spots on stage, and potentially tips from customers.But just watching them on stage gave Izzy enough information. After practicing in her rented room a few times, she felt she had the confidence to go back to the manager and ask for her shot on stage. The manager, whose name was Dario, agreed and told her to come to the club one morning when the club was closed and no one else was around for an audition.Izzy got on stage and did a fairly energetic dance, in a tiny outfit, pieces of which she removed during her routine until she was eventually naked except for her high heels. Dario seemed fairly happy with her efforts and asked her into the back office to chat some more. Izzy got dressed and made her way back into the office, but found Dario sat at his desk, with his jeans around his ankles, jerking himself off.“Come here and suck it, you fucking busty blonde bitch,” Dario ordered.Izzy was horrified, not by the sight of Dario and his rather large, erect dick, but by the way he spoke to her. She looked in disgust at him and walked out, saying nothing.Dario was an asshole, and she wasn’t going to humiliate herself with him to get what she wanted.Izzy continued working the door for a few more days. Dario ignored her, so it seemed obvious to Izzy there was no way she was going to get her chance on stage here. There were a couple of other strip clubs in town, maybe she could try out and audition there?But late one evening the owner of the club arrived. Izzy had never met him before. He was an older man in his early sixties, and quite pleasant. He came and watched the show on stage for an hour or so, and Izzy would pass by his table several times and chat with him.Before he left, Izzy told the owner, whose name was Lorenzo, that she wanted to audition for him as a stripper. Lorenzo said she should go through gebze escort Dario, but Izzy pleaded with him that she really wanted to audition for Lorenzo ‘personally and privately’. Lorenzo agreed and said he would come by the club the next morning, and Izzy could dance for him then.The following day, Izzy was a little nervous as she arrived at the club. It was all closed up and the door locked, but Lorenzo soon arrived and let her in. She went in the back and got changed into her skimpy outfit, and then came out on stage. She was relieved to see it was just Lorenzo sitting in the front row, and there was no sign of Dario or anyone else.Izzy put on her music, and did her dance routine, stripping off just as she had done for Dario. Lorenzo seemed to love it, clapping at the end and telling Izzy she was truly wonderful. Izzy gathered up her outfit from the floor, but before she could put it back on, Lorenzo called her over to his table.Izzy sat with Lorenzo, completely naked. He chatted with her for some time about what would be expected of her if she became a stripper at his club. Izzy noticed that Lorenzo couldn’t keep his eyes off her huge boobs and that he seemed to have a growing bulge in his trousers. But Izzy didn’t mind, he was a very polite, pleasant older man, with a cheeky twinkle in his eye.Lorenzo kept talking about what was expected from his strippers, but Izzy realized he hadn’t actually offered her the job. He was waffling really, and a little nervously. She decided a more direct approach might help seal the deal.“Lorenzo, isn’t there something else you want to ask me?” Izzy interrupted him, smiling.“Oh, what’s that, my dear?” Lorenzo replied.“Well, you can’t keep your eyes off my tits, darling,” Izzy grinning, “Did you want to play with them?”“Oh, yes,” Lorenzo sighed, “Very much so.”Izzy took Lorenzo’s hands and placed them on her breasts. He grinned as he groped and massaged them, running his fingers over her nipples repeatedly. Izzy reached to grip the bulge in Lorenzo’s trousers, as she moved closer to whisper in his ear.“You know, we could get these pants off, and you could play with my tits while I suck your dick,” Izzy purred, “Would you like that?”Lorenzo nodded, smiling, unbuckling his trousers and pulling them down to reveal his fully erect cock. Izzy gripped it in her hand.“Could we say that after I make you come, we would have an agreement?” Izzy asked as Lorenzo’s hands returned to her tits.Lorenzo nodded.“That I would have a permanent slot on stage. Every night?” Izzy pressed, making sure Lorenzo couldn’t wiggle out of an agreement afterward on a technicality.Again, Lorenzo nodded.“But how? I mean there are no spare slots on stage right now. They’re all taken,” Izzy grinned, as Lorenzo moved to start kissing and sucking her nipples.“Well, I guess I’ll have to make room,” Lorenzo mumbled, in between mouthfuls of tit-flesh.“Yes, but who?” Izzy again pressed him, wanting to get a proper agreement out of her boss, one he couldn’t weasel out of later.“Well, looking at the girls on stage last night, I guess it will have to be Patty,” Lorenzo panted, “Her ass has gotten fatter and a little saggy recently.”Patty was a woman in her early forties, and Izzy agreed her ass was a little too saggy to still be up on stage showing it off every night.“So, it’s decided? You’ll let Patty go? And give me her slots on stage?” Izzy asked, grinning down at Lorenzo, his face half hidden between her boobs.“Yes, dear, I will,” Lorenzo agreed, “It’s a shame, Patty was one of my best girls, but that was many years ago. You know she used to have a really fabulous ass. But I suppose age catches up with us all, and I know you’re going to be even more popular than she ever was.”Izzy was very pleased with herself, she had gotten exactly what she wanted. Plus, Patty had three good slots a night, one at 8.30 pm, one at 9.15 pm, and another at 10.45 pm. They were nicely spaced out to give Patty, and now Izzy, plenty of time to get extra tips to sit with customers and get them to buy drinks for her, which she would also get a slice of.“Mmm, that’s what I wanted to hear,” Izzy purred. “So you’ll tell Dario to replace Patty on the rota with me then?”Izzy didn’t want to deal with Dario and preferred Lorenzo to sort the new arrangement out with him.“Yes, my dear, I’ll speak to him,” Lorenzo mumbled again as he sucked on Izzy’s tits, “I’ll let Patty work tonight, and you can take her slots from tomorrow. Don’t worry, this will be our little secret.”“Even from your wife?” Izzy giggled, taking Lorenzo’s hand and tapping his wedding ring.“Oh, especially from my wife, my dear,” Lorenzo chuckled, as he took Izzy’s head in his hands, and guided her down to his cock.Izzy grinned, as he guided his cock into her open, willing mouth. She began slowly sucking him, as his hands moved to play with her tits again.“If we’re speaking of secrets, and my wife, I’ll tell you one about her, if you like,” Lorenzo panted, relaxing.Izzy nodded as she massaged his balls, and ran her lips up and down his shaft.“Many, many years ago I owned a strip club in Monteria, and a young woman started work stripping there. She had the best tits I had ever seen,” Lorenzo explained, “And it wasn’t long before I had her sucking my cock in the back office every night. She was so wonderful I ended up marrying her.”“Naughty boy,” Izzy giggled in between mouthfuls of cock.“But I’m afraid her tits are old and saggy now, not like your amazing breasts, my dear. It’s a shame. Nothing lasts forever,” Lorenzo lamented.“Is this your way of telling me you’re looking for a new wife?” Izzy giggled.“No, no,” Lorenzo chuckled, “I love my wife, I truly do, but I just can’t resist a blowjob from a young busty beauty now and again. I hope we can do this again sometime, my dear. Don’t worry, it won’t be too often, maybe just once a month?”Izzy began sucking Lorenzo’s balls, seeing what else he might offer her for this new arrangement.“I’ll give you carte-blanche here to do whatever you want, my dear,” Lorenzo explained, “If you’re late for work you won’t get fined like the other girls. Or if you need to leave early with someone perhaps, as an example?”Lorenzo was saying he was basically going to turn a blind eye to any errant behavior, or if Izzy picked up a customer and went home with him, which was definitely not allowed, she wouldn’t be punished. It sounded like a good deal. Izzy looked up at her boss and nodded, smiling, and returned to sucking him off.Eventually, Izzy’s attentions were too much for Lorenzo, and he shot his load down her throat. He was very grateful to Izzy, thanking her repeatedly, but seemingly unable to let go of her tits, which Izzy thought was very sweet.
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