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I looked up from the accounts and financial records of the WFGC towards Pilar Tabares, its current Filipina President. The WFGC (Women For God Council) which had a large say in the distribution of Catholic Charity funds from Melbourne Australia to overseas countries in Asia was presently racked by internal conflict as the Vietnamese members had recently become more numerous (about 10% of Vietnamese are Catholics, not Buddhist and super religious). They had tried to wrest control from the long-established but now numerically smaller God-fearing Filipinas and divert the distribution of charity and the religious administrative positions to their advantage.
Pilar was 45 years old, 5ft 2 inches, 125 pounds, 36C,32,39 with a large round full face and short hair. Like most middle-aged Filipinas she had short legs attractive to the knees, then very solid thighs and buttocks and a rounded belly. She was wearing flat heels, a shortish fairly tight black skirt which ended slightly above her knees and showed both her shapely calf and ankle and the power in her solid thighs and arse. Her old fashioned blouse was stretched tight and her prominent nipples strained against the material.
"As the auditor, I have to warn you there appears to be some serious anomalies in the accounts. Perhaps you could help clarify them."
"I don't know what you mean, it's all accounted for properly."
"On the surface," I replied, but if anyone probes deeper into say Medino or Emarno payments they will see that it doesn't add up by about $75,000."
She protested but a few home truths from the financial figure had her slump and hang her head.
"I only did it to send the money to the orphans in the Philippines, and stop the Vietnamese using it in their country. They've got more money than us Filipinas. Have you already told the Australian council? I suppose it made that bitch Nga happy when you told her. Anyway, I'm still glad I beat her in the sexfight and took you in front of her."
She was referring to the suspicious, no make that rigged win of hers in the last election over my Vietnamese partner Nga, Nga's sexfight challenge and the Filipina's win before fucking Nga in front of me and her taking of me as the prize.
"Come and sign this," I said.
"What is it, a confession?" She hissed.
Perhaps it was my businessman's liquid lunch from the Vine Hotel and not me speaking when I said, "No, it's a proper set of accounts that are bulletproof complete with invoices, receipts, and a set of temporary accounts for you to use for this year and let me fix up each month. Sign these so I can send them to Sydney."
Stunned and dumbfounded she mumbled with the words tumbling out, "Why? For me? Only last week I humiliated your woman Nga. What can I do to thank you?"
This..." I said, slowly undoing her blouse. "Maybe I enjoyed and appreciated your display of superiority over, and fucking of Nga last week."
Thankfully, the bra was a front hook design and parted easily. Her breasts were 36C but hung rather than stood out and had very dark grape-sized nipples and areolae the size of a small woman's palm. To the accompaniment of her indrawn breath, I bent and quickly flicked one brown nipple with the end of my tongue. It hardened instantly, and I kept it alive with a fingertip as I moved to the other. Three quick flicks with just the tip of my tongue, and this one, too, became rock hard.
Switching back to the first, while lightly still rubbing my fingertip over the one I'd just left, I took it between my teeth and bit; just hard enough to draw a gasp from Pilar, followed by her long guttural moan. Her hands wrapped around my head and cradled it as I switched back and forth, teasing her sensitive nipples, and occasionally sucking an entire nipple cone into my mouth, swabbing its surface with my tongue. Rapidly, blood flowed to her lard dark areolae and they too swelled and stood proud of her full tits.
Pilar's moans were now the background music for the dance her hips were playing against me as I continued arousing her tits. As I raked the responsive nipple of her left breast with my teeth, I didn't care if her tits were not firm like a teenager or my Nga. They were sensitive to the nth degree, especially her nipples. I continued sucking on her elongated nipple for several minutes. She seemed to get the maximum stimulation when I sucked the nubbin hard, drawing it deep into my mouth, then playing with it with the tip of my tongue. Each time I did that, she thrust her pussy against my groin, pressing and rotating her cunt against my cock, dry-humping me.
I tried to pull my lips away from her swollen nubbin, but she reached behind my head and pulled my face back into her tit, urging me on with animalistic noises that seemed to come from deep within her throat.
Finally, I got her to sit on the sofa and I knelt on the floor at her feet. She opened her legs wide. As she did last week in her defeat of Nga she raised her skirt to reveal no panties and her shaved pussy and the huge gash splitting her coconut sized mound. Again she began flexing her cunt muscles which made her lips open and close so they became drenched with her hot pussy juice.
I looked at the cunt that had outfucked my Vietnamese partner Nga 5 days earlier. The cunt that had held the strap-on as she fucked Nga for an hour while I fucked her. I barely put any pressure on her legs at all and she spread herself wider before me. I ran my hands down her thighs until I had a real meaty part of her thigh in my hand. I squeezed. Her snatch thrust up off the couch.
She reached out and took a hold of her ankles and pulled her legs back toward her head. Her entire cunt was spread before me and my cock was responding positively, swelling and hardening with its head and veins pulsing. I ran a hand along her belly and felt her shiver a bit. When I started to rub a couple of fingers up and down her plump cunt lips she started to moan. I spread her legs further apart, bent forward and kissed her navel. I slowly worked my tongue into her belly button and reamed it out for a short period before continuing my journey down south toward her shaven slit.
I was at her entrance, just teasing her, letting the arousal build. She started talking quickly almost incoherently, but I gathered that our fuck last week was her first for over 10 years and she had been thinking and fantasizing on it for the past seven days. Her husband was 70 when she married him 12 years before and in her words, "the fucking bastard just won't die."
I pushed her legs further apart and with my hands, spread open the meat before me. She was already gooey wet. I licked her slowly and she started to move pressing her cunt against my moving tongue. I started at her hairless anus and slid my tongue right up her cunt lips until I had her prominent clit between my lips. I nibbled on it and she just moaned and rocked as she came. As her climax ebbed away, I moved upwards to hold her in my arms, enjoying the sensation of having her hard large nipples against my chest as I kissed her lips. I moaned as I felt her hand enfold and squeeze my throbbing prick and she said, "It's hard just like last week. Just like I dreamed of since then."
