"On a night illuminated by the rays of the stars, the sound of bodies colliding. An obese, yet still small, body collided with the beautiful, curvy body of a mature woman, her breasts always following the voracious movements of the young man as he thrust forcefully *SMACK* the sound of the flesh of his waist hitting the fleshy buttocks of his partner. Anton pulled her hair, which made Rachel have to lift her face slightly, and there was an exaggerated smile that took over her entire face, her heavy breathing, her hot body, and the sweat made her glow. Her points, previously inaccessible, were now more than open for Anton to enjoy...
And so Anton continued, ravaging Rachel's sexuality, who moaned with pleasure, in an exaggerated way, even letting out some extremely humiliating sounds, like some flatulence sounds during orgasm. Something that did not befit her figure of a perfect woman.
- Sorry...Master - She cried out in A submissive tone towards Anton, who reacted with understandable surprise, after all, she is the most beautiful and desired woman he had ever met.
---06:35 AM---
Anton finally wakes up. Opening his eyes, he realizes that he had once again had a wet dream about his stepmother, which made him excited for the second day of his "punishment" in his own home. He quickly opens his window; the sun had just risen on the horizon, but the various buildings prevented him from fully seeing its splendor. The breeze blew through the alleys, carrying with it the smell of the garbage cans that were between the buildings.
"I think I can call this urban beauty," Anton thought, trying to calm himself as he had done yesterday. He took a deep breath, retracing his steps to get here. This was the first time he had felt like going to school. He wanted to use what he had learned right away.
So, he raises his head and goes to the living room, again aiming to sit on the comfortable sofa, but something along the way caught his attention. On the sofa, Dominguez was lying face down, his arm hanging off the sofa, his sounds were clearly of extreme tiredness, his snoring resembled the roar of some car engine.
The scene made Anton immediately run to his erotic muse's room.
The creaking of the wooden door could wake anyone, but apparently it had been a difficult night. She was lying in bed, wrapped in blankets, her body wearing that fine silk, a comfortable pajama that was semi-transparent, a slightly pink tone was perceptible in the redhead's clothing.
Anton entered the room, and slowly approached her bed, he climbed onto the bed, and with a very attentive hand began to slide over the soft skin, which warmed with the repetition of the straight movement, passing over her thigh. Rachel's skin seemed to melt as she writhed, feeling the heat engulfing her body. Her body moved in an attempt to push away from the hands that touched her.
"Stop...stop!" Rachel cried, her voice trembling, trying to sound intimidating. But to no avail, after all, Anton had already overcome his fear; now he held the reins, and so he moved closer to her ear, which was also beginning to become sensitive due to his body heat.
"Are you sure?" he challenged, sighing near Rachel's left ear. Quickly, her emerald eyes awoke from their sleep, an expression of shock and discomfort taking over her face. The room was dark, the blackout curtains preventing any natural light from entering, and the king-size bed seemed to occupy the entire room.
In this darkness, Anton was practically glued to her body, his breath could be heard and felt through the pores of her skin, which felt a shiver with each exhalation from the young man.
*Slurp*
Rachel, her eyes wide at first, couldn't even resist the boy's attack, whose tongue forced her to join him in an intense kiss.
"Since when?...Since when did this become normal for me? Kissing him, betraying Dominguez...I...am I enjoying this?" - Questions filled her head, while Anton used his left leg to position himself with his groin close to her navel.
"What are you- *Slurp* thinking- *Ploc* of doing?" she tried to formulate the questions, but her body betrayed her orders; Anton's primitive instinct made him seem very accustomed to those perverse situations, but still, he's not what we could call a gifted genius on the subject, after all, this is only his third French kiss.
"Do you want to?" - Anton asked directly into Rachel's head, who was starting to get into his groove, her eyes were rolling, her hair didn't even look the same as yesterday, she was completely raw there, without any adornment or makeup.
"I...Want..." the answer came and with excitement at its peak, he quickly pulled his member out of his pajamas, the member seemed ready to penetrate any erogenous zone Rachel offered, while she continued to admire the shape of the organ, the size and especially, the way the blood made it increasingly hot.
Succinctly, Anton pushed against Rachel's chest, who, unable to react, only accepted that intense heat that made her feel things she had never felt before, not even with Dominguez.
The member pierced her large breasts, seemed to tear them easily and its upper part, even reaching the girl's nostril.
Not content with the heat, when Rachel smelled it, it was as if her body burst into flames, her pussy burned as she continued to wet her bed with her erotic juices.
"Come on!! Use that mouth, you WHORE!" encouraged Anton, who now used his waist to push her, but his hands continued to squeeze her breasts that danced against his waist.
"Whore?...I believe that at this moment...that's not a problem...what am I saying, I should stop you!" With many uncertainties in her head, she still seemed to resist. Even though her body showed her how much pleasure it gave her.
"Come on, use your mouth!!! Look, you're dying to, aren't you?" Anton teased, the instant he noticed Rachel's face stretching to touch the head of his warm member. It was similar to the moment she kicked his finger, her lips fluttering until they found the target. Her tongue stretched, seeking to taste the organ that was getting closer and closer.
"He's right...I want this...right?" Almost as if she were having a conversation with herself.
However, when Anton pushed harder between her breasts, a sound reverberated off the walls from the hallway.
*TRIIIIIIIIIIN* *TRIIIIIIIIIIN*
That was Dominguez's alarm clock, which always rang very loudly, but this time he was using his cell phone, which had a similar function.
The sound would only increase to the limit, ensuring Dominguez would wake up.
"Shit!"
It was something they both thought, in different ways, but they just stopped and it didn't take long for them to move away, each to their own side. Silence remained, between their legs, the semblance of their desires, the juices of their bodies, along with their combined sweat.
*screeeech*
The door opened, and Dominguez stood there with a surprised expression.
"You...are you already awake, darling?" - In his vision, the figure of his wife sat at the only table that would fit in the corner of the room, simply brushing her hair. Her stoic expression as she glided the comb through her long hair.
"Darling, are you...feeling better?"
"Better from what exactly?"
"You said you were having a bad day."
"Oh, about that...I still don't feel well," she replied confidently, but in her heart the apprehension remained.
"Darling, I wanted some advice from you," he asked, clearly worried.
"How was your day with Anton yesterday?"
"He just stayed in the room...until almost the end of the night..."
"Oh, good, you two seemed closer."
She turned her face away to hide the blush that had spread across her cheeks.
"We played...together..."
"That's good...I think I'll try that too."
She quickly looked at him, her expression one of surprise, her eyes and mind beginning to imagine various possible explanations.
"I'm taking him with me today," Dominguez stated.
Even Anton, who was under the bed, was surprised. His father wanted to get closer to him? Why? What made him act so friendly?
"Maybe it's good for him. At least, that's what the director told me."
And finally, everyone understood the reason behind Dominguez's actions.
"I'm taking him to the office; who knows, maybe he'll even like it and think about getting a job there? That would help me a lot... here at home."
His tired gaze, the expression of need on his face. But thanks to being there, Anton decided he would accept, possessing absolutely no affection for his own father; he simply wanted to experience a new reality, a completely unknown place.
After talking a little more, Dominguez left the room, allowing Anton to escape, who ran to his room while Dominguez went to the bathroom to brush his teeth.
And so they remained until breakfast, where for the first time in a long time, the three were eating together. Dominguez held a newspaper in his hands, while Rachel fried some eggs. Anton had just sat down at the table.
"Kid, you're coming with me today," Dominguez stated, while flipping through the news that didn't interest him.
To Dominguez's surprise, Anton had already made his decision.
"Okay, Dad," he replied with a huge smile that hid his inner malice.
Rachel refrained from all conversation, but listened with a worried expression, watching the eggs and bacon she was preparing.
---8:20 AM---
Anton, along with Dominguez, traveled by car through the busy streets of New York until they reached one of the smaller buildings, where a newspaper was clearly visible. Anton immediately connected this to his usual household newspapers from an unknown company. Now, before him was one of the largest newspapers in the region, the "Non-Hero Post".
"We're here," Dominguez announced, guiding Anton inside. The reflective walls made everything look clean, and it smelled of cleaning products. Anton, without knowing it, was taking his next step, heading down the path he would choose.
Even though he himself didn't imagine it.
When they reached the 3rd floor, a tall woman with long blonde hair and strikingly blue eyes was waiting for them.
"Mr. Dominguez! You're 20 minutes late!" Anton realized at that moment that the woman in question was his father's superior, the woman who ran the entire office. Fortunately, after his father apologized, Anton was able to calmly visualize her, and it was the second time.
The second time a vision made him imagine various scenes, he had thought of a new objective, a new target emerged in his mind, as he watched the buttocks squeezed into the black skirt, the thighs exposed, the secretary's uniform almost complete. It was the first time the young man had met someone who actually dressed like that; it was desire at first sight.
CONTINUED in VOLUME 2...