- Really?
- No doubt about it.
- I don't know... And how? Daughter, is that you say some things ... I do not see entering the brava so.
- Let's see, silly. Don't you get rubbed as soon as you can or not?
- Sure, like all the others.
- Well, not all of them. Well, that's it: instead of getting out of the way, you move your butt a bit, and you'll see that it'll soon make it easy for you.
- What a thing to say!
That same morning, in the archive, she had the opportunity to put into practice that idea of Nati's that, at first, had seemed absurd and a month before would have been offensive, but, nevertheless, in that kind of new life in which she was immersed, it fitted with a certain girls having sex with other girls logical structure and was coherent.
- Oh! Excuse me, Don Pedro.
- No, Esther, don't worry. There's so little room here.
- Yes, it's very narrow.
- By the way, come by my office... I have an important meeting now... Come by in about thirty minutes.
- As you wish, Don Pedro.
As every time she walked by and entered the archive, Don Pedro, the managing director, had followed her, with the excuse of looking for a document above the drawer she was filing, to rub her ass, but that time, Instead of the usual jumping out of the way and having to make an effort not to slap the boss, she had pressed herself against him feeling the pressure of his hard cock for a few seconds, after which she had apologized with her more timid and innocent tone pretending to be ashamed and, as Nati had predicted, it had worked.
- Do you give your permission?
- Come in, come in, Esther. And close the door, please.
Don Pedro, in his mid-fifties, didn't let himself be an attractive man. He played sports, and he kept fit, and although he had a classic way of dressing, probably too elegant and formal, with hair that was too gray, sideburns that were too long, and a mustache that was too full, he had an alpha male point that was interesting.
- Sit down, make yourself comfortable.
- Suit yourself.
He invited her to sit in one of the courtesy chairs in front of his table, and instead of taking up his leather chair as a director, he sat halfway across the table from her, perhaps too close to think it was innocent. Nothing innocent ever happened with Don Pedro. Accustomed as he was since childhood to doing his own will, he had a reputation for getting down to business. Although with exquisite manners, he was girls having sex with girls resolute and had a great confidence in himself, which allowed him to make demands without appearing to be so.
- You may wonder why I asked him to come.
- Well, it's not usual, but you'll have your reasons.
Esther exaggerated a little the respect I was imposing on her and pretended a naivety that at that moment of her life she had already lost.
- Well, let me explain: I suppose you've noticed, because I'm not very good at hiding these things, that I've been interested in you for a long time.
- Thank you very much, Don Pedro.
- And the fact is that this morning, in the archive, I thought I saw you... Let's say "receptive" to my
interest.
- Oh! Excuse me...I don't want to seem...it's just that...lately my husband...what a shame! An impulse ... You forgive ...
- No, woman, don't worry. What about your husband? If I can help you...
- It's just... It's just...
- Come on, Esther, take it easy.
He had bent over her and placed his hand on her head to comfort her. Esther thought it was incredible that she was able to put on that little theatre. Her boss's fly was just a few inches away, and his dick was bulging out of his pants a lot, a lot. She put her hand on it and began to caress it as she continued to fake her displeasure.
- She hasn't listened to me for months... She chatted on the internet with other women... She talked to them about doing it with men... If she's even planning to meet a slut to suck her boyfriend off...
- Wow! And he's got her unattended, of course...
- Sure... And one has... his needs... My God, what a shame...
At Don Pedro's sympathetic gaze, he opened his fly and slipped his hand in. When he understood that he could not bend it to make it look like it, he unbuttoned his belt and the button on his waist to find himself face to face with the biggest cock he had ever seen in his life, and licked his cocoon looking into his eyes. He kept his hand on her head accompanying her movements.
- You know, Esther.
- Mmmmmm...
- I always thought you were wasted in this company.
You'd started blowing yourself. You put the cocoon in your mouth, thick, with prominent edges, and pressed it with your tongue against the palate, feeling the flow of the dense and soft liquid that flowed in abundance; you almost took it out, wrapping it around your lips, and then, instantly, you came back
gulping it down a little further and further until you feel it pushing down your throat. Don Pedro no longer spoke.
- You don't know... how grateful I am to him...
He had rested his hands on his thighs and felt them hard, tense and trembling when he made up his mind and, sticking out his tongue underneath, began to slide it down his throat making that swallowing movement that Nati had taught him, feeling on his lips and on his tongue the venous and rough relief, until he noticed the tingling of his abundant pubic hair in his nose. He had the sensation of suffocation that he already knew how to control, the tearing that clouded his sight, and he held it for a moment, until he felt the formation of those luminous green phosphenes with which his brain responded to hypoxia before taking it out little by little, in order to focus on the thick cocoon, running it with his lips until it exceeded its edge time after time, inside and outside, with the necessary slowness to accentuate the rubbing and accompanying his caress with his tongue. Don Pedro would simply utter a hoarse gasp. Esther looked into his eyes, girls having sex with boys and he seemed to be mesmerized by hers. He had slipped his hands down her cleavage, under the cups of her bra, and caressed her breasts. She looked wet, warm, and felt the touch of her palms on her nipples like an enervating tickle.
She swallowed it again, swallowing it whole very slowly, letting it enter her throat and feeling that choking and excitement that gave her the impression of the unreality of the momentary suffocation.
When he pulled it out, it drooled on the floor, but avoided getting stained. She kept a strange control over herself. That wasn't sex, that was a career.
- Give me... give me... la... please...
He squeezed the cocoon with his tongue and sucked it out of his mouth. He felt that tremor in his legs accelerate. He grunted. He felt the throbbing in his mouth, a violent throbbing that made the thick trunk seem more rigid. He received the first spurt of sperm in his throat. He swallowed his little milk, which gushed out. Her hands seemed to twitch on her tits. It was hurting her.
- Thank you... Thank you very much, Don Pedro. You don't know... I needed so much to feel... wanted... Thank you very much...
- Please, child, don't... Here, fix yourself up a bit, so they don't see you like this on your way out.
Offering her his handkerchief, he pointed to the door of her personal toilet. Esther, in front of the mirror, wiped away her tears, taking care not to ruin her make-up and repairing the little flaws that the mascara had left on her eyelids. The redness in her eyes was beyond repair. You would think he had cried. He ran his fingers over the lipstick, extending the remaining lipstick where it had vanished.
Well, she could go out quietly.
- With your permission, Don Pedro, I will return to my work.
He had gone back to his place and was going through papers as if nothing had happened. He looked up over his reading glasses and smiled slightly.
- As you wish, Esther.
- Thank you.
- Listen... You're an administrator, right?
- Yes.
- I... There's an opening for a head of administration in human resources... You know Natalia's not a nice woman, but she's very professional, so I think it's a good opportunity for you. If you want to... I'll talk to her.
- As you wish, Don Pedro. Thank you very much.
- The ones you have, Esther, the ones you have...
When he arrived at Nati's office, he was hanging up the phone and smiling at her with a sly smile. He closed the door behind him, took her by the hand, and pulled her halfway to his personal bathroom.
She sat down on the sink, spread her legs and pulled her dress up.
- You sucked her off, you little minx.
- Eat my pussy now or I'll throw myself out the window.
- What a dick she has, huh!
- Eat it...! Like this...!
- And what a bitch you are, you dead little fly.
He licked her soaked pussy until she was crying, begging him to stop. He rubbed his face in it without fear of ruining his make-up. She didn't wear makeup. When he was finished, while still panting, he sniffed her panties and put them in her purse.
- I'm keeping these as a souvenir. They smell like a whore.
- I love you.
- Sure, fatso. How could you not love me?
- Hey... How do you know?
- How do you know?
- About his dick.
- You have to know everything in this business, honey.
- You're such a bitch!
- I respect that I'm your boss.
- Hey, and when do I join?
- Tomorrow I'll send you the appointment and you can bring your stuff.
- You know what?
- You know?
- It gives me a morbazo ...
- Hey, don't start again, I've got a lot of work to do.
On his way to his desk in administration, he felt the cold sneak up his skirt. During the night, playing in the shower, Nati had waxed it. "I have to think about work or I'll leave a puddle on the chair." It was very difficult to go without panties and think about work. She couldn't remember ever going without her panties, except that afternoon, at Christmas... "Thinking about work, thinking about work...".
Meanwhile, at that precise moment, in the geriatric ward where he worked, Jorge, locked in the toilet, was masturbating, remembering them. What would Esther be doing? She would have given a world to have a dick like Nati's. She had slept badly. He was sleepy and sore, and he felt strange. I wish Esther would come to sleep that night. I wanted to hear her tell him.