Chapter 5

After lunch, my concentration was shot to hell. Nothing but digestion was working right. I was pretending to do something productive in front of the computer when my boss — that stud, all masculine, smelling amazing, a total testosterone god — called me over.

“Let’s grab dinner? I know a great spot. I take clients there to impress ‘em. You’ll love it.”

Love the food or his dick? Because to me, it was crystal clear what he was after.

I smiled like I’d just gotten a promotion at work, without giving away that inside, my mind was already picturing him shirtless. I accepted the invite, played it cool, and headed back to my cubicle, sitting down with a barely contained grin.

But before anything else, I needed to let someone very important know about this change of plans.

I adjusted my posture, looked down, and poked.

“Hey, I’ve got news for you.”

Valentina didn’t take half a second to respond.

“Is it hot in here? I’m sweating. What’s up?”

“You’re gonna have company tonight, okay? Behave.”

She went quiet for a beat. A silence that was already suspicious.

“Not another woman, right?”

I sighed, rolling my eyes.

“Why do you always say that?”

“Hell if I know, you watch videos of pussies rubbing together, what if one day you decide to try it. I’m just saying: I don’t swap fluids with other cunts.”

I held back a laugh, trying to focus on the computer screen.

“Relax, it’s the hot boss.”

She gasped. Literally gasped.

“Roberta…”

“What?”

“My clit’s hard. Give it a rub?”

“I can’t. I need to save my energy for him.”

“Is he hung?”

I hesitated. The question was fair.

“How the hell would I know? But he’s got a big bulge, that much I know.”

“Girl, you gotta know! Ask for a dick pic! The rule is always ask for a dick pic. Ordering food without checking the menu is just stupid!”

“I’m not doing that!”

“What if it’s too big? I don’t wanna feel that again.”

I bit my lip, remembering the last sexual disaster Valentina had endured.

“You only lose your virginity once, it won’t hurt, chill.”

“I don’t know… there was one that felt like it was gonna split me in half. I thought I’d come out your mouth.”

I held back a belly laugh, ducking my head like I was focused on the computer.

“Gross, Valentina!”

“I’m just saying… what if it’s crooked? What if it’s skinny? What if it’s curved too far left and you gotta keep adjusting your hips like you’re trying to plug in a USB?”

“I’ll figure it out, duh!”

She sighed, all dramatic.

“Warn me first, then. If it’s too skinny, at least prep me mentally, ‘cause I hate feeling poked by a girl’s finger.”

I tried to ignore the growing doubt in my head and got back to fiddling with the computer, but Valentina, as usual, wouldn’t give me a moment’s peace.

“You’re not gonna hold out, better hit the bathroom. That panty’s gonna be ruined by tonight.”

I rolled my eyes, shifting in my chair.

“True, but I’m stopping home first. I’ve already planned it out.”

“You’re gonna give up the ass to him?”

I choked on my own spit.

“You think I plan that shit?”

“Of course you do! When you think about it, I pop right into existence.”

I sighed, trying to keep my cool.

“I don’t know. I’ll see in the moment.”

She huffed, all outraged.

“I feel betrayed. You take me to the doctor, wax me, put on perfume, lotion, and at go-time you wanna give up the ass?! The only thing you put on it is toilet paper!”

I slapped my forehead, laughing.

“Oh my God, Valentina, stop!”

“No, ‘cause that’s just inconsiderate! I’m moisturized, smelling good, well-groomed, and you wanna swap me out for the rough ring?”

I ducked my head to hide the laugh. The problem wasn’t just dinner with the boss. It was the dinner, the buildup to after, and the psychological pressure from Valentina throwing it in my face that I didn’t even know if I’d go front or back at H-hour.

The dilemma was still swirling in my head, but I sighed and gave in.

“Okay, fine, I won’t give up the ass.”

“But you like it,” Valentina shot back, in a naughty tone. “You get all shaky, you said yourself it gives a nice little buzz inside me, the way he pushes you.”

I crossed my arms, thoughtful.

“True…”

“Wanna know what? Go for it. But don’t shove your shit in me after he takes you from behind. Make him wash it.”

“Deal, agreed.”

The workday finally ended, and I bolted home. Needed to change quick, take a shower, give Valentina the once-over, and get ready for the night.

I hopped in the shower, soaped up gently, lotioned, perfumed the strategic spots… all set. Dinner was just an excuse for what came after. Everybody knew it.

I jumped on the bike and met him at the restaurant. He was already there, at the table, waiting. He greeted me with a charming smile and a look that said it all. The conversation flowed easy, he was interesting, had that voice that made you lean in without noticing. The night was going great…

Just one problem.

“No garlic in anything, please. Order pineapple juice so I stay sweet.”

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.

“Not now, honey, please!”

“You two are sitting there eating, when he should be EATING ME! This is a waste of time, I’m THROBBING! Hurry up!”

I swallowed hard and tried to keep my composure.

“Gotta play the game, Valentina!”

“What game?! I bet his cock’s already hard. If I’m wet, he’s definitely hard. Hard plus wet equals sex!”

I gripped my glass, breathing deep.

“We’re about to head out. If it goes right, I’ll invite him back to my place… if he wants, y’know?”

“Damn, if he doesn’t, you’re gonna rub the whole house on me.”

Outside the restaurant, we lingered by where I’d parked the bike, talking low, the air thick with that good tension. Didn’t take long for him to grab my waist and pull me in for the first kiss.

Hard, hot, the kind that leaves you dizzy.

I wasn’t letting this chance slip.

“Wanna come back to my place?”

He smiled, that half-smile full of bad intentions.

“Sure.”

My stomach did a little excited flip. This was gonna be good.

Since I was on the bike, I’d get there first. He’d take a few minutes by car, and I’d wait for him at the gate. As soon as I parked and stopped, Valentina started with the hype.

“Gonna fuck TUN TUN TUN gonna fuck TUN TUN TUN! — Oh oh oh oh, on top, underneath, pull and GOOOOO!”

“Shut up!” I muttered low, still laughing.

Finally, he showed up. We climbed the stairs, and I tried to play it cool, but my pussy was the most excited one in history.

We got inside, and he came at me the way I liked best: with attitude. A firm, hot kiss, big hands gripping my body hard, like he was staking his claim.

Clothes hit the floor, leaving a trail to my bedroom. Each piece tossed was a chunk of my sanity going out the window.

When his boxers finally dropped…

A hell of a surprise.

A magnificent cock.

He was in the medium cock squad, but absolutely perfect.

A pink head on a tan shaft, rigidly straight.

“That’s Neapolitan flavor, Roberta?”

I let out a muffled laugh, still admiring that anatomical masterpiece.

“Nah, it’s caramel with strawberry topping!”

We barely hit the bed, and I already knew what I wanted: to go down on it.

But the second my mouth touched it, I heard the usual pain in the ass.

“Girl, wrong hole. Only he feels that.”

I sighed, trying to ignore her.

“I know, let me suck this cock in peace, Valentina.”

“He uses that to piss, you know?”

“I’m not grossed out, it’s delicious! Pretty soon I’ll ride it and you’ll see.”

She huffed.

“You’re turning your mouth into a pussy. I don’t like that…”

I rolled my eyes, trying to stay focused on the yummy dick in my mouth and not my whiny pussy.

We were right at the peak of sexual tension when that awkward moment hit: the pause to put on the condom.

I never knew what to do in those times. Stare? Pretend to fix my hair? Cough casually?

I just tried not to look bored while he unrolled the latex with the patience of a monk.

And of course, Valentina wasn’t missing her chance to chime in.

“Damn, for me you want plastic, huh? Mistake. Take it off, it’s awful.”

I sighed.

“Want me to tell him to take it off? I will. What do you prefer? Gonorrhea or pushing out a baby head in nine months?”

She went quiet for a second, clearly pissed.

“Unfair. Plastic sucks.”

“I prefer without too, but I’ve shoved all kinds of plastic in you and you love it.”

“Plastic, veggie, wood, aluminum… the whole periodic table.”

“Shut up and focus. You wet?”

“Yeah. And clit hard! He hasn’t even licked me yet! Tell him to eat me. I wanna see his face.”

“Okay…”

I lifted my head a bit and did my best whiny voice.

“Babe, get her nice and wet first, eat me out…”

I lay back on the bed, and he came over. The second he put his face between my legs, Valentina started narrating live.

“Oh my God… he’s hot, huh… But tomorrow he’ll ghost and never call.”

I rolled my eyes.

“Thanks for making me feel great…”

“Tell him to rub that scruff on me, tell him!”

“I will…”

“Ahhh, that sexy beard…” she sighed, practically melting. “See how it’s done?”

He followed along perfectly, lowering his lips and getting to work.

But… something was off.

“Roberta.”

“What?” I murmured, holding back a moan.

“You notice? He doesn’t know how to eat pussy.”

I held my breath, trying to ignore it, but damn… it was bad. He stuck to the same spot, didn’t use his tongue right… like a lost teen trying to drink straight from the faucet.

“Use your fingers and tease me, I wanna laugh.”

I bit my lip.

“It’s rough… you’re making me nervous.”

“Cut it off and say you’re dying to ride and can’t wait. The old bad-head trick.”

I laughed quietly.

But it worked.

I lifted my hips a bit and let out an impatient moan.

“Ah… I need to feel you now… I can’t take it anymore!”

He bought it instantly. Lifted his head, eyes gleaming like a guy ready to thrust, thinking he’d hit the jackpot.

But me and Valentina knew the truth. Some tricks are key to good sex.

When he slid in, it was like a hot spark shot through my body. A direct jolt that made me moan loud, no shame. Valentina went quiet, and that alone was a miracle.

He moved nice, sliding in and out with precision, and I watched his back flex, those firm muscles working with every thrust.

What a hot guy, oh God!

“You liking it, Valentina? … Valentina?! …”

Nothing.

“Glubbb… glubbb… mmmmmmm…”

Oh, got it.

“Sorry.”

I kept moaning, feeling him take over me. But then I wanted to switch it up.

“Babe, fuck me doggy?”

He just smiled and nodded. I got up slow, getting into position, and used the pause to see if Valentina had anything to say.

“Damn, you slut, it’s like a dentist! How am I supposed to talk with that thing jammed in my mouth?!”

I let out a low laugh, still panting.

“Sorry, girl. Hold on, now we’re going doggy…”

“But tell him to go slow! I’m not a pestle for him to pound!”

I got into place, arched my ass as tempting as possible, and felt his gaze burning my skin. He came close and ran his hand between my legs, spreading the wetness while giving a slow, almost worshipful caress.

“Ahh, Roberta, he’s so gentle…” Valentina sighed, almost teary.

“With you, huh?”

“Hey, big boy, never seen you before, nice to meet ya, Valentina!”

I heard a low chuckle behind me.

“Who you talking to?”

“His dick, but he won’t answer… BECAUSE IT’S WRAPPED IN DEAD-GUY PLASTIC!”

I sighed.

“This again?”

But I didn’t have time to argue. He gripped my hips firm and, out of nowhere, came the log.

Deep.

Sudden.

I let out a drawn-out moan and felt my womb scream. I quick-adjusted my angle so he wouldn’t go so deep and held my breath to brace for the next.

And that’s when Valentina started up again.

“Gluggg… glubbb… holy shit… ahhhh… glubbb…”

I couldn’t take it.

“Valentina, for God’s sake, don’t talk while you’re taking cock! I can’t focus, it’s too funny!”

But it was too late. I was already cracking up, my body shaking between horniness and a laughing fit, and he, clueless, kept thrusting.