The sun was setting, casting a warm glow through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Don Armando's office. The city's skyline was a blur of lights and shadows, but all I could focus on was the man sitting behind the massive mahogany desk. Don Armando, with his salt-and-pepper hair and piercing blue eyes, was the epitome of power and control. And tonight, he was all mine.
I had been fresh out of college when I first met him. Naive, inexperienced, and desperate to climb the corporate ladder. He had offered me a deal I couldn't refuse: a nicer apartment, a car, and a future in exchange for my body. I had never imagined myself in this situation, but here I was, straddling him on his big leather chair, his kisses tasting like expensive whisky.
His hands were on my waist, guiding me as I moved against him. I could feel his cock, hard and insistent, pressing against my panties. I moaned into his mouth, my tongue dancing with his as I ground down on him.
"I can feel your cock in my tummy," I whispered, my breath hot against his ear. "Biggest I've ever had."
He chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that sent shivers down my spine. "That's because it's the only one you've had," he replied, his hands moving to cup my ass, pulling me closer to him.
I gasped as I felt him press against my entrance, his cock teasing me through the thin fabric of my panties. I was wet, so wet, and I knew he could feel it too. He slid his hands up my back, unhooking my bra with a deft flick of his fingers. I pulled away from his kiss, gasping as he tossed my bra aside and his mouth closed around my nipple.
I arched my back, pressing myself closer to him as he sucked and nipped at my sensitive flesh. His hands were everywhere, touching, teasing, driving me wild. I reached down, my fingers fumbling with his belt as I tried to free his cock. He helped me, quickly unbuckling and unzipping, his cock springing free, hard and ready.
I wrapped my hand around him, stroking him slowly as he continued to lavish attention on my breasts. He groaned, his hips bucking up into my touch. I could feel his cock twitching in my hand, hot and heavy, and I knew I couldn't wait any longer.
I shifted, positioning myself over him. He held his cock steady as I lowered myself onto him, inch by inch, until I was fully seated. We both moaned, our bodies fitting together perfectly. I started to move, slowly at first, then faster as I found my rhythm.
His hands were on my hips, guiding me, helping me ride him. I could feel him hitting that spot deep inside me, the one that made me see stars. I leaned down, my breasts pressing against his chest as I kissed him, our tongues tangling together.
"You feel so good," I whispered against his lips. "So fucking good."
He groaned, his hands moving to my ass, spreading me open as he thrust up into me. I cried out, the sensation overwhelming. I could feel myself building, my orgasm coiling tight in my belly.
"I'm close," I gasped, my movements becoming erratic. "So close."
He reached between us, his fingers finding my clit. He rubbed me in slow circles, his touch light and teasing. I moaned, my head falling back as I rode his fingers and his cock, chasing my release.
"Come for me, Elena," he commanded, his voice rough with need. "I want to feel you come all over my cock."
His words pushed me over the edge. I cried out, my body convulsing as my orgasm crashed over me. He held me close, his cock pulsing inside me as he found his own release, filling me with his hot cum.
I collapsed against him, my body spent and satisfied. He held me close, his hands stroking my back as we caught our breath. I could feel his cock softening inside me, but I didn't want to move. I wanted to stay like this, connected to him, forever.
But reality came crashing back as he gently lifted me off him, setting me on my feet. I wobbled, my legs unsteady, and he steadied me with a hand on my waist. I looked up at him, my eyes meeting his, and I saw something in his gaze that made my heart skip a beat.
Affection.
I had never expected to grow fond of this situation, but here I was, feeling something for the man who had given me so much in exchange for my body. I reached up, cupping his cheek, and he leaned into my touch, his eyes never leaving mine.
"Thank you," I whispered, my voice barely audible.
He smiled, a soft, gentle smile that transformed his face. "The pleasure was all mine," he replied, his voice warm and tender.
And in that moment, I knew that this was more than just a transaction. This was the beginning of something new, something unexpected, something beautiful. And I couldn't wait to see where it would take us.