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Volume IThat Friday, Marisol hadn't woken up yet. I felt good seeing her sleep, since I knew how much she had studied. The night before had been a mess, to put it that way.
I thanked her with gratitude the days I helped her study and take care of Pamela. Of course, it wasn't that necessary because Pamela's ass had already paid part of her debt. I didn't want to wake her up because she was sleeping angelically. I kissed her on her right cheek lunar and joined my clothes to get dressed. While walking to the bathroom, I heard a voice calling me. It was Pamela, who had also woken up. Apparently, with so much sex, our internal clocks had synchronized. But just seeing her was a martyrdom: her pink nightgown, offering me her generous tits and her tongue, wanting my erect cock, were divine punishment.I wanted to fondle her and she wanted to feel my cock, but if my girlfriend and her cousin were sleeping so peacefully, we couldn't be such scoundrels to interrupt their sleep. I didn't turn on the heater. I needed a cold shower. Even staying under the shower for ten minutes, my cock would drop by half. I didn't blame her, since she had been working extra hours, satisfying two women. Once dressed, I passed by Pamela's room to say goodbye, checked on Marisol sleeping and left. I hate driving. Although my parents used to give me their car when I lived with them (half a year ago...), I always got tense thinking I could scratch the car or someone could hit me. I'm a good driver and can drive for hours, but every time I arrived at my destination, I had to change clothes because I was sweating. That's why I prefer public transportation. Although you're locked up like an animal, you don't have to worry. Not even the traffic bothered me, since I've always been a good predictor and can arrive on time. But now it was a different situation. The anal sex with Pamela had made me extremely sensitive and any contact could make me get erect.While the kindergarten teacher with big breasts was pinching her nipples on my back, when her friend told her juicy details about the professor with big booty who had been fired for sleeping with a student.Fortunately, our society has provided various resources to litigate with these cases. One of them is headphones with music and another is meditation. But the system is far from being perfect and there's always an unexpected brake that gives the executive an excuse to accidentally touch the meat stick and keep burying that bloody bum on your pole, while you're still thinking about a much more distant astral plane.In some way, I managed to get to work without having the opportunity to speak with Sonia, my boss again ordered me to enter his office. The regional area manager was also there and gave me some news. He told me that his team had been studying the data I sent and had determined that the origin of the erroneous data could be due to a machine that activated in the mine during the night shift.
I thought that would help a lot, because I'd only have to connect to the internal network, review the records, and that's it. But the gentleman, always aware of the situation, informed me that the internal network was still not active, that the machine itself did not generate records, and that the only option would be to occupy one of the terminals in the maintenance area within the mine to corroborate the data.
With my eyes open, I asked if maybe I should take the night shift, to which he smiled and said it was. Apparently, he was trying to test whether I'd accept the challenge. The night shift is a real hellhole. It's hot inside the cutie due to the rock heating up. Plus, the ventilation is regular and you have to be inside the cutie all night: eating, going to the bathroom. Everything, inside a massive granite structure.
I told him there were no problems, but that I still needed additional help and threw Sonia's name again. The old man seemed very interested in finding out who she was, but my boss dismissed her. He said she was an employee whose contract ended at the end of the month. I couldn't believe it. They would fire Sonia, even though she managed extremely well in the administrative area.
After finishing the meeting, I went to Sonia's desk and asked if it was true. Because, no matter how big my boss is, he's a half-day suck-up who sucks up air during the other half.
We went out for coffee and she told me it was true.
It caught my attention that he did it during office hours, since she was very responsible, but she told me it no longer mattered and she barely did her work. I asked how it had happened. She said that the same week of my first shift in the cutie, they had to stay late until late at night, both her and the boss. They had to prepare reports for clients and unfortunately, they couldn't wait until the next day. It was on that occasion that my boss took advantage of fondling her large buttocks. Sonia is very proper and asked him what he was doing. The bastard told her he knew she was alone and it had been a long time since he wanted to. Sonia is very pretty. She's around 33 years old, has nice hips, well-formed buttocks, medium-sized breasts, and a good disposition for work. The only thing that kept her bosses away from her were her tremendous boyfriend Fernando, who worked as a physical trainer and also was a firefighter. Compared physically to him, I was a stick... But it seemed he was no longer the case and my boss, seeing the opportunity, proposed a night of sex and better working conditions or she'd be fired on the spot. It was clear what decision she had made and now she was trying to enjoy life a bit more. I asked her how things were at home and told her what was happening with Pamela.I was wondering if he was joking and I told him no, that I had followed his advice. Now, I wasn't so sure if it was the most accurate one. Mainly, I worried that he would wear me out too much, but I assured him I was fine.I also wondered how he did it with Marisol, so she wouldn't suspect. I told him that last week they had given themselves time to do it and he gave me a modest congratulations. He said it was okay to take advantage of it every now and then, but not to abuse it.
We parted ways and I went back home. We didn't do anything spectacular with Marisol those days, out of respect for Pamela and we spent our time watching TV, eating yummy things and making love a couple of times at night.
The night before my departure, I said goodbye to Pamela since she wouldn't be accompanying me the next morning. In a whisper, she said Sleep tight, bold cock!, which made me smile.
After all, when I returned, they would probably take out the cast and we could pick up our crazy relationship again.
I said goodbye to Marisol properly.
She thanked me for helping her with her classes and for taking care of her cousin. She knew I wouldn't let her down and would return to her side soon, and without saying more, we gave each other a last kiss.When I arrived at the airport, I had to take a taxi, since my father-in-law was working and wouldn't be back until the weekend.
For some reason, the atmosphere felt tense. Veronica was looking at me differently and Amelia seemed quite sad. The only normal thing was Violeta, who kept jumping around with the teddy bear dances on TV.
Even when they were in the same room, Veronica seemed to reject her.
A difference from other times, Amelia went out to train much more discouraged than usual, with a volleyball ball.I asked Veronica if she was going through something and she told me she was being held back by sports. I asked her if she was joking, since the poor thing did everything to maintain her weight. She said no and that the teacher was failing her, according to him, because she didn't know how to play volleyball. I asked her if she had gone to talk to the teacher and she said she wasn't the woman she used to be and didn't have to put up with the same old crap. I asked what she meant, since I never heard that vocabulary from her. Ask my daughter's slut! she replied. I didn't know what to do. Veronica got up, almost crying, and my intuition was telling me something serious was happening. I went out to see Amelia, who was trying to kick the ball around. I was surprised to see her crying uncontrollably.I took the ball and asked what was happening. It told me it couldn't receive the ball well and no one wanted to help it practice. I said it wasn't good (I have an engineer's physique), but if it wanted, we could try. I threw the ball a couple of times and rarely failed. Still, it kept crying and hugging my chest, telling me it couldn't get better.The dinner was very silent and the tension could be cut with a knife. The only sentence Veronica said to her daughter was not to forget her training equipment, as she had reinforcement tomorrow.
Amelia's eyes filled with panic and her chin began to vibrate. Before I went to work, I went to see her and told her not to worry, that everything would be better the next day. She thanked me because she knew I was the only one who loved her.
I said no, she was wrong. Marisol missed her to death and her parents still loved her a lot.
She started crying again, I hugged and consoled her until her tears put her to sleep.
When I left, Veronica came and showed me the gift she had given her.
The batteries are dead... she said, ignoring the spare batteries in my hand. I smiled and told her I would try to buy more for her.
She asked me to hug her.
I did it and asked him to be more sensitive with his daughter. He kissed me on the cheek and told me he had missed me too much. I replied that so were things, but we had to get used to them.Going to the mine at night is a completely different odyssey. From the start, it's terribly cold and you can't see much of the road for most of the way. After visiting the locker room and getting my safety gear, I took a coffee, thinking about what would have happened between us. I felt like the answer was there, that I could almost touch it...
After entering the mine and recognizing the cursed machine that had changed my routine, I started reviewing the data it provided. Just as my boss and guide professor said, the data was above the clouds.
I started reviewing the manual and corroborating the algorithms. But something still didn't add up. My head hurt. I had to think about something else...
And then the revelation hit me! How hadn't I seen it? They always said so. The rest of my shift went by lightly, and when it was time to leave, I had already decided what I was going to do. It was risky, but I had to try.
Although Veronica's invitation was well received, I had to decline since I had to go to school. I asked for directions, took a taxi, and hurried there.
When I arrived at the school, as my suspicions expected, it was closed, and I asked one of the janitors to open the door and tell me where the gym was.
We were near the end of the semester, and with luck, I saw more people. At the entrance of the gym, there was a big poster of a type who had been boxing champion in the juvenile category a few years ago. I wouldn't be surprised at what I would find in the gym...
It was as deserted as the rest of the school. Then I saw Amelia in her gym clothes.
She was surprised to see me. I was petrified...
His uniform was so small that I could distinguish everything... Please don't look at me like that! she said, covering her breasts and crotch. It was inevitable. Her white sweater revealed her white breasts and since she wasn't wearing a bra, they seemed like real zeppelins. Her short pants, like bloomers, made her tender little butt stand out, allowing me to distinguish her firm glutes and part of her crotch. Although the initial effect was making my cock beat, her outfit told me that my intuition wasn't wrong. She asked what I was doing there. I told her I came to talk to her professor. That scared her. She was saying not to do it, that she didn't have to worry, that it wasn't my problem, with a lot of desperation. Amelia! a thick voice was heard from the back of the gym. The humble boxer of other times was now a head of muscle, just as I expected. Far from being surprised to see me, he looked at me with an elevated posture and disdain, as if I dared to cross his dominions. What are you doing here? he said, trying to make me feel insignificant, since with luck, I would have a third of his musculature. I'm coming to talk to you about Amelia I said without beating around the bush and completely sure of myself. Then is it your father? he said, turning his back on me and starting to walk away, pretending to read some lists. No. I am her brother-in-law I replied. When he heard that, he stopped and turned back to look at me. I'm sorry, but I only deal with Amelia's problems through her representatives he said with a face that said don't waste my time. Saying that, he turned around and started walking, curiously, towards the darkest part of the gym. Amelia followed him, but I stopped her. Are those your breasts, right? I said to the poor guy. Amelia burst into tears and fell to her knees on the court. Apparently, she didn't think I had noticed. What do you mean? he said, already annoyed at what he had... said.
“That probably, Amelia won't pass the course due to the size of her breasts.” I told the muscle-bound guy, with complete disdain.
“How dare you...?”
“Probably, she's the most developed girl in her class…” I interrupted, starting to paint the picture. I remembered when Marisol told me that she cried when her younger sister gave her old bra cups B and said even cup C was too tight for her.
“Maybe she took advantage of a previous offense to threaten her...” I recalled how in my first shift, I had to buy her new shirts because the old ones formed an involuntary cleavage, unable to close it.
The guy started to clench his fists and his face looked like a tiger on the prowl.
“Maybe she convinced her that her movements were executed badly and therefore she needed to train more...”
The subject's teeth seemed to grind.
“And since Amelia is so innocent, you took advantage of abusing her trust...”
Amelia discreetly tried to hide her bust and crotch.
“Probably, she already had everything planned out. She would make her agonize, waiting for you to approve her, doing all the dirty things she'd accept...”
He approached me with a serious, light step. The fury in his eyes told me he was about to act.
“And since your father wasn't present, probably she offered him an 'indecorous solution' to the mother...”
Amelia couldn't believe it! It was why her mother barely spoke to her, and she looked at her teacher. The man was enraged when he stood beside me.
“How can you know that?” he asked the idiot, trying to intimidate me again with his muscles and height.
I had already fallen into my trap. There was no need to keep pretending. I told him the truth.
“Well... I'm an engineer.”
I thought of saying something more brilliant (ironically thinking of impressing Marisol when I told her... something that, at that moment, seemed ridiculous...) , but it was the first thing that came to mind.
The man laughed.
“So what? You're not... He got proof that I did something to him
You're mistaken... and yes, there are
The professor was a bit startled but still defiant.
At first, I didn't understand what was going on. They were exercises that even I could do in my time. What was so different between my style and Amelia's? Nothing. But those movements made me think of her. How would Amelia look receiving a ball? Her butt well set; her breasts bouncing. Even without such a suggestive outfit as the one she wears now, she would stand out from the rest.“That doesn't prove anything in court!” he was telling me it wasn't the first time... and looking at me like I was about to get hit for meddling.
“But if you're with a confession…” and I pulled out the recorder from my phone, repeating what he had just said.
The individual launched himself violently against me, giving a strong punch to my phone, destroying it into pieces and another strong blow to my abdomen, knocking me to the floor.
“Marco!” Amelia screamed, with a tearing cry “Please, professor, don't hit him! He's my friend and I love him so much!”
I wasn't listening, too busy kicking my stomach.
“Please, don't hit him!” she said, crying like a little girl “I'll do what you say! I'll wear what you want, but don't hit him!... Marco!”
The giant stopped. Although I think the idiot broke my nose, I was used to life's punches…
“Marco!” Amelia cried, scared and hugging me, feeling her warm breasts on my back, thinking I had died.
“We'll do double training tomorrow! And no complaints!... said the professor, marching off to the back of the gym.
But with great difficulty, I got up again.
Amelia's gaze filled with happiness, although it broke my heart to see her cry. I asked her to help me lean on something.
While limping back to my old phone, I took the remains and tried to console Amelia. It was all over now.
The professor, who had seen everything from the other end of the gym, looked at me with a big smile of satisfaction, waiting for me to close the door as I left. But before doing so, I yelled:
“Two tips, animal. Clean up your wound, you're going to stain everything.” the giant saw his bleeding hand Second and most important, pervert: You can break the camera, but the tape is always inside! I showed him my bloody phone Did you want evidence, slut? Thanks to you, now I have it! Rot in hell, guy!” and closed the door, trying to get out as fast as possible. Amelia was still crying.
Idiot! Idiot! Why did you do it? and she leaned against my chest to cry, feeling her gelatinous globules on my stomach.
I tried to give her my best smile.
I did it because I and your sister love you very much.
A few seconds later, the door opened and the teacher tried to catch up with us. But it was too late. The second day was starting, and even if he caught up, it would be difficult for him to take our phone away without making a scene.
At the police station, I filed a complaint and while we waited, we called Veronica. The doctor on duty treated my wounds and gave me some tranquilizers.
Amelia and Veronica were crying when they saw me. Although my face hurt like it had been kicked by a mule, seeing them hug each other again like mother and daughter made it all worth it. They were happy because everything seemed to have ended...
But the police officer was sincere with us.
I'm sorry, sir. Even though you're injured, the girl will testify and the blood on your phone is not sufficient evidence to accuse him
Yes, I had imagined... I replied a little sad.
Amelia and Veronica seemed to be crying again. Then I took my jacket and from the inner pocket, I took out a gift-wrapped package.
Originally, I bought it for you, Amelia. I said. But given the circumstances, I'll have to use it...
It was a latest-generation cell phone. I removed the battery and changed the chip with the one from the destroyed model.
I suppose this will make things easier, don't you? I asked, turning on the video.
We arrived at home in the evening. The doctor had given me a good amount of tranquilizers and a license to take the rest of the day off.
And while I was falling asleep, feeling like a hero for making a plan that worked out, I didn't think my action would change our family relationship permanently...Next post
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