I remember the first time I saw you. You were this powerful executive, commanding the room with your presence, and I was just a fresh-faced college graduate, trying to make my mark. My perky tits and small ass turned heads, but it was your gaze that made my heart race. Little did I know, our professional relationship would soon take a deliciously naughty turn.
Our secret rendezvous at the motel became a ritual, three or four times a week. Your experienced hands knew exactly how to make me moan, and I loved every second of it. But I wasn't just yours, Fernando. I had a list of guys who wanted a piece of this sweet ass, and I wasn't about to let it go to waste.
One evening, after a particularly satisfying fuck, I was scrolling through my WhatsApp, and a message caught my eye. It was from Mark, the guy my sister had been pushing me to date. "I want to take you in any possible way," it read. I showed you the message, curious about your take. You smirked, your eyes gleaming with mischief. "Sounds like he wants to fuck your ass, Elena," you said, your voice low and teasing.
I feigned outrage, but deep down, the idea sent a thrill through me. "How dare he?" I said, playing along. "That's what I thought. Just wanted your opinion." You leaned in, your breath hot against my ear. "Well, isn't he the guy your sister wants for you? The one she takes into your bedroom when something 'happens'?" I nodded, my mind already racing with possibilities. "Well, next time he goes to your bedroom, let him fuck your ass. Record him, and we can watch it all here. That will make for a good fuck," you suggested, your hand trailing down my spine.
A few weeks later, I had the video, and we were back at the motel, naked and cuddling, ready to watch. The video started, and there I was, lying on my bed in a tight, see-through top and short pajamas, my nipples clearly visible. My legs were bent at the knee, giving a clear view of my ass. Mark entered, carrying a bouquet of flowers, and sat beside me. We kissed, and I got straight to the point. "So, your message," I said, wiggling my ass. "Did you mean what you said? Do you want to fuck my ass?" He blushed, stammering a denial. But I wasn't having it. "Are you sure?" I purred, looking at the camera. "Because we're alone, and my ass is right here for you."
That was all the encouragement he needed. He dove in, his hands gripping my hips as he started to bang my ass. I moaned, my face reacting to every thrust, my eyes locked on the camera. "Don't finish in my ass," I panted. "I want you in my mouth." He pulled out, and I turned around, taking his dick into my mouth. He came, and I swallowed, licking him clean before sending him on his way.
Back at the motel, you were reenacting every moment with me, your excitement palpable. We fucked like animals, our bodies entwined, our moans echoing off the walls. It was hot, dirty, and everything I loved about our secret affair.
But our little game had consequences. Mark started to get clingy, wanting more than just a quick fuck. He wanted a relationship, and I wasn't interested. I tried to let him down easy, but he wasn't taking no for an answer. He started showing up at my apartment, at the office, even at the motel. It was getting out of hand.
One day, I found him waiting for me outside my apartment. He was drunk, his eyes wild. "I love you, Elena," he slurred. "I want to be with you." I tried to calm him down, but he grabbed me, his hands rough and demanding. I struggled, but he was too strong. He pushed me against the wall, his mouth on mine, his hands groping my body. I was terrified, but I knew I had to fight back. I kneed him in the groin, and he doubled over, groaning in pain. I ran inside, locking the door behind me, my heart pounding in my chest.
I called you, my voice shaking. You were there in minutes, your face dark with anger. You took one look at me, saw the fear in my eyes, and went out to deal with Mark. I heard shouting, then silence. You came back, your knuckles bruised, your eyes cold. "He won't bother you again," you said, pulling me into your arms.
From that day on, our relationship changed. You became more possessive, more protective. You didn't want to share me anymore. You wanted me all to yourself. And I was okay with that. Because, in the end, you were the one who made my heart race, the one who made me feel alive. You were the one I wanted, Fernando. And I was yours, completely and utterly.
But our story didn't end there. Oh no, it was just the beginning. Because, you see, Fernando, I had a secret. A secret that would change everything. But that, my dear, is a story for another time.