((As I always say, give it a read to Cuernitos1 first to understand))
THE PRODUCER
When we had been playing this for approximately two years, we entered what I call the stage of perfection. Everything was so smooth, so coordinated that our game seemed like a perfect machine of endless luxury.
In most vices, unfortunately, pleasure is lost over time. In this vice, energy has always been and will be inexhaustible, never getting used to or naturalizing this madness.
She started enjoying it more and more not only from the blowjobs but also from the pleasure I generated in me.
And it wasn't just sexual pleasure, after each event, there's like a special chemistry, a kind of spontaneous celebration that takes us to an excellent mood, ideal, like when it's Friday and you've collected your paycheck and everything is fine, like when you're at the airport waiting for the plane that will take you on a trip.
Despite her extreme beauty and youth -she was then 19 years old-, with these games she started acquiring more acceptable behaviors and thoughts from a man than from a woman, without losing her genius femininity. I'm referring to behaviors that, if generalized, are not usually very acceptable in a young and beautiful girl. This is neither a criticism nor a praise, but it's undoubtedly essential for the situations we lived to be possible.
Girls at 19 years old go to a party with friends, looking stunning and thinking about the music, showing off their clothes, friendship, and fun, laughing all the time, dancing, posting their photos on Instagram. They're not thinking about how to get a thick cock that will make them shiver in the bathroom.
If we lacked anything in these periods of perfection where extreme pornographic situations were abundant, it was the appearance of what I call the producers.
I'll try to explain so you can understand.
I call producers to different people -not many, about 3 or 4 in total- who were appearing with the passage of time and they got involved in our story in a very particular way. Curiously, these producers never had sex with her and it wasn't by chance, she was never part of anyone's plan.
I met the first producer on a chat of one of the first party pages that existed in Argentina: Caligulaweb. More than one will remember that web with grace, it was archaic, primitive but effective for the time. You could post ads with photos, looking for situations, contacts. And there was a very active chat. There I met this first producer.
He called Lucas, he was 28 years old at the time and had no intention of getting involved with my girlfriend, which is why I joined that web and that chat: looking for tough guys to make stories -not content with the thousands of stories being made without needing to resort to the controversial world of internet.
Lucas used the right words to catch my attention. He then told me something like we were equals. At first, I didn't give it much thought but he insisted and sent me a link where I could see photos to understand what he was referring to. I was about to dismiss it but something piqued my curiosity and I clicked the link that would undoubtedly create a transcendental turn in our story. When I entered and saw the photos, almost fell off my chair. What was seen was simply perfect. Only those who love this can know the stab to the chest that feels when the planets align and the senses receive the correct, ordered, and perfect information our brain needs to make the big bang in this disease.
The photos were more than perfect. The scene took place in a garden with a pool of an incredible house. There were unmistakable elements to realize it was about photos taken in Argentina. I clarify this because everything was so good and elaborate that at first, I doubted. The photos were professional.
Before passing me the link, Lucas warned me that the content was a A small inconvenience the girlfriend had with her boss. The images were incredible. A spectacular house, a pool, a magazine garden, a table next to the pool with expensive wine, a girl barely over 20 years old in a multicolored bikini taking a cock from a guy who still hadn't taken off his clothes.
More photos, two beautiful breasts hanging by the bikini. The cock is wreaking havoc on the swimmer's trumpet. Now the photos show an open ass with two hands of a son of a slut wearing a expensive watch and seems to be showing a trophy hunt. The sun gives a terrifying brightness.
A tongue goes very deep into a perfect ass. More photos. Oh, now there are two cocks in the girl's mouth. Of course, I didn't pay attention to that detail, someone was taking the pictures.
The rest of the material was just a cruel show of how two guys without codes devastated the dignity of poor Lucas by submitting his girlfriend to a battle of cocks, butt licks, fingers in the ass and a terrible four-way in a recliner.
The final couldn't be less cruel: cum, lots of cum on the girl's face and in her ass that never took off the bikini or sunglasses for insufficient effort to protect her identity for the photo set.
I'm stunned, or rather stupid, I return to the chat desperate with an indescribable fear that Lucas, great Lucas, may not be there to continue the conversation.
Lucas is. Lucas didn't leave, I love him despite the wounds.
Hello Lucas.
What's this crap, Lucas?
Hahaha, said Lucas, what's up? Do you like it? Or is it too much?
At that moment, I wasn't quite clear what I wanted from Lucas. What he was showing me was the best thing I had ever seen in this particular vice, but I didn't know what I wanted. Soon I found out.
It turns out that in the ads I posted on that page, I was quite expressive and descriptive, telling details that caught his attention.
The chat with Lucas got really good We were flying on adrenaline for minutes. I had just met the one who - believe me, it was and is a master in this art. I am non-existent at the side of the perverse mind of this degenerate.
It was 3am and we kept chatting. The things he told me were indescribable. He also got attached to my anecdotes.
What happened was very crazy, none of us had the slightest interest in getting intimate with each other's cutie, we just wanted to share our craziness.
We kept talking while I kept sending him photos, videos and more photos via mail. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. His girlfriend was beautiful and the photos and videos he sent were very special.
The next day we were taking several coffees with Lucas at a bar in front of Devoto square. I remember that summer afternoon with great joy, it was really fascinating. Lucas wouldn't stop talking and neither would I. It was the first time both of us met someone with the same addictive madness.
It's important to clarify that even though this wasn't too long ago, at that time this paraphilia was really much more exotic than today. Today it's much more common to find people who like to get intimate with their girlfriends or wives. As I always say: it's getting trendy.
Lucas brought a notebook full of photos and videos to the café, the material was infinite and disturbing. His girlfriend is really beautiful. Lucas is surprised by my stories and I feel ashamed, his are directly from another planet and on top of that they're accompanied by infinite sessions of high-quality professional photos and videos that will never leave my mind.
We're both fascinated by the encounter but neither of us has very clear why we're here together. It's like those gatherings of people with the same car brand that take place along General Paz on Sundays, when you see them think: poor guys, but they're happy.
There are chilling coincidences. There are differences that generate intrigue, desire and learning. There are anecdotes that really gave us palpitations. There are photos that blew my mind. There is a lot to do, soon we both found out: a perverse society was born whose fruits are still valid today. Last night, devoted and with Lucas, we knew we were manipulating the atomic bomb. There was sincere enthusiasm. Although no one would have been offended, it's clear that neither he nor I had special interest in dating each other's girlfriend. We weren't there for that. We were because we wanted to expand the fun and morbidness by listening to each other's stories and ideas and looking for ways to combine them. You'll see. I told Lucas several of my anecdotes, and after listening to different details from what he had experienced, he wanted to plan similar things with his girlfriend. The same happened to me on a larger scale. I was a bit obsessed with those famous photos in the pile, the ones I saw that night when I met Lucas. Even some of the photos and videos she showed me on her notebook seemed to be made by the same person in different places. Without too many detours, I wanted my girlfriend to fall into the clutches of that same character. Strangely, Lucas evaded the topic and for a moment I was disillusioned thinking he was being selfish and only looking out for his own benefit. I insisted and things got very interesting. The first thing he did was tell me it wasn't recommended to involve my girlfriend with that type, as he put it. My intrigue and insistence were so great that he decided to tell me the story in detail. The guy from the photos is Lucas's girlfriend's boss. He's a surgeon and one of the owners of a well-known prepaid medicine company. He's a millionaire, single, childless, an enthusiast of the good life in the most exaggerated sense, incurable sex addict, frequent consumer of cocaine and other herbs, and has a heavy, thick, and venous dong that can fill a glass every 30 minutes. dominant and demanding with psychopathic traits disguised behind an irresistible seducer with a notable sense of humor, lying, perverted, and with an uncontrolled fascination for a direct inverse paraphilia to ours: sexually devastating the girlfriends or wives of others to the point where they almost don't care about single women.
Lucas finished giving this description and, upon seeing my unmistakable charm, insisted: Honestly, I'm telling you not to get your hopes up with this type, I still don't know your limits and tastes well enough but I think starting with this would be too much.
I had a rare sensation, got excited thinking that all of this was Lucas's strategy to generate strong intrigue and desire in me.
Alarmed by the fear of losing the thread, I was clear with my new friend: You're killing me, if for any reason you don't want to share this discovery, tell me and I'll understand, but stop saying it's too much because what you're telling me doesn't scare me and I can't stop imagining what would happen if this type gets involved with my girlfriend.
Lucas responded: You're not scared because you don't know him and you don't know all the details. Honestly, I wouldn't want this chat to turn from being fun and exciting to dull and boring.
But what happens? I said.
Lucas: Nothing, or rather, things happen. This story gives me a lot of joy, but we're always on the edge. It's a very special case, the guy is a real bravo, posta. And it's supposed that you and I are going to make some great things for our girls, recommending ourselves well.
But what things? You're killing me with suspense!
I don't remember the details well but Lucas tried to describe to me a morbid but complex situation, something like if this guy had his girlfriend almost enslaved sexually. A game that mixed work, sex, beautiful morbid lies and some not-so-healthy things according to what I could intuit. My momentary fascination didn't allow me to be scared.
At each step, details appeared that instead of disturbing me, thrilled me and generated an indescribable need.
to run away and give 40 laps around apples until dying of a heart attack.
Lucas' girlfriend, precious, at 22 years old was the secretary of this handsome son of a slut who in his office in Puerto Madero, worthy of the devil's lawyer and with an incredible view of the silver river, had her several hours a day kneeling - using the word: pussy - on her desk, sometimes like a decoration and sometimes like a sexual toy. I don't know if it adds up or subtracts but I can't help but count that this girl wasn't any fool and besides enjoying an enormous cock of which she was already addicted, had a salary like one I won't see in my life, a car better than the one Wanda took from Diego and other trinkets.
To avoid confusion, this girl was Lucas' girlfriend since she was 15 years old, they were and are deeply in love and her boss didn't have any intention of falling in love with her or formalizing. It was already night and with Lucas we finished the meeting. He stayed very enthusiastic about a couple of anecdotes I told him and very interested in his girlfriend knowing a satrap who was raping my girl those days but what was most interesting was that Lucas showed special interest in managing the pussy of my girlfriend, which to me was spectacularly convenient seeing the quality of what he did with his own. We agreed to meet again soon.
I think it didn't take two days until Lucas wrote back to me, always with incredible photos of his girlfriend going wild with someone and spectacular proposals that for a beginner like me were like Funesmori playing at Barcelona. Lucas had a menu worthy of a Hollywood dealer. It was fascinating. From a gynecologist with a big cock who would give a patient a lapidary screw whenever they showed the slightest sign, to a guy still in secondary school who would jerk off like an energumen anywhere without caring, to a select group of four friends from San Isidro who descuertizaban slutty for hire in places that were like a dream, including a yacht. These and two hundred other options were at my disposal, served on a platter, really I didn't know which one to start with. Lucas had been ahead of me for years.
Obviously, the boyfriend's boss was my obsession. I wanted to start with him.
Luckily Lucas put aside his warnings and managed to get excited about the idea. He left it clear why he did it, no beating around the bush: organizing these things for my girlfriend generated a morbid excitement similar to what he felt when doing it for hers. In return, he only asked to be able to enjoy all the novelties without limits or delays, including photographic material and videos. Obviously I said yes.
Then we started the master plan. For me, it was very important that things went naturally. I had explained several times that I don't care about simple stories, it doesn't add up much if my girlfriend goes running to suck off some guy because why not. I need or prefer sophisticated morbidness.
Lucas swore he wouldn't break that rule. We had to achieve a crossing without losing the magic of spontaneity.
A genius like Lucas took less than two minutes to find the perfect idea and explain it to me with passion: Look, he said, this guy lives for sex, when a beautiful woman is in front of him, the first thing he thinks about is how to screw her wildly, then he makes a huge effort to stay on topic because that woman is in front of him, but believe me, the first 10 minutes are dedicated to trying to get her pants off, especially if she's married or has a boyfriend. He does it subtly, not like some jerk, risks when he knows he'll win. You're going to see.
This is going to be very easy, he said, the only thing we have to do is make your girlfriend face him. With how beautiful she is, with how horny he is, and knowing that she's coming to surrender, you're going to have a lot to enjoy.
With Lucas we stayed chatting, I didn't want... thing is dilating. I wanted to define the plan and get it rolling. I don't remember who of the two was the one who lit up with the idea but in minutes we had everything orchestrated. We needed the firm collaboration of Lucas's girlfriend.
The plan would be as follows: Lucas's girlfriend would tell this guy that he needed to do her a favor that couldn't be postponed. The favor would consist of a supposed revenge that Lucas's girlfriend wanted to carry out. The victim would be my girlfriend. Supposedly, Lucas's girlfriend hated mine because she found out she was badmouthing her in the neighborhood, calling her a slut. We added a funny condiment: supposedly my girlfriend was one of those repressed harpies who professed fidelity, good morals, and criticized all liberal women who crossed their moralistic and chaste ideals.
That same night I got a message from Lucas celebrating his girlfriend's okay to participate in the plan.
Lucas's enthusiasm was surprising; he asked me to let him know when my girlfriend was ready. I took it for granted and said so. The plan was rolling. Listening to Lucas giving me detailed instructions provided by his girlfriend to make everything explode is something I remember with great happiness.
These instructions ultimately convinced me of the madness of Lucas -and his girl-, a beautiful madman, a genius in this terrible game.
That week I dedicated myself to fulfilling a fundamental part of the plan, preparing my girlfriend for it. Don't believe that this part is always easy. Sometimes she's not in the mood for these games and I get upset. This generates a great disappointment and a complicated abstinence crisis in me.
Luckily at that time she was 20 years old and developing an addiction to cock worthy of a gay man (with love, humor, and respect towards this beautiful community).
As it was extremely important for her to get into this story and not expose myself to a possible negative response, I used a little vile but very effective tactic by those days she was totally hooked up with a guy who was a friend of a friend. This dude would be around 24 years old and had my girlfriend desperate for his cock. I managed to handle the situation with a healthy small extortion and soon got a round yes.
We were laughing a lot with Lucas because both our girlfriends thought the plan was a total joke, like an afternoon soap opera written by two idiot scriptwriters haha.
Far from being intimidated, we kept going ahead with the novel. After all, it wouldn't matter to the satrap what story they told him, his predatory instinct wouldn't give him room for analysis.
My girlfriend and Lucas's took a coffee together at Galerias Pacifico, became friends and agreed to end this novella. Lucas's girlfriend didn't miss the opportunity to make my girl understand how much she would worship her - pussy - if necessary. My girlfriend didn't get upset, it happens often, a noticeable attraction from other women - totally unexploited due to her unfortunate heterosexuality
There are no greater mysteries in the rest of the novel. Lucas's fiancée swears she gave him a complete blow job to the boss. The boss replied that it would be difficult if it was about a twisted, faithful wife to her husband. Lucas's fiancée insisted that he had to bend and sexually submit her. I like imagining that the boss of Lucas's fiancée responded with a silent smile.
The excuse for my girlfriend's presence in the devil's office would also be obvious and lame, an interview. It was a Thursday in March, as if I could forget it.
The secretary was what we concluded to call the put-on secretary with Lucas, nothing special except for some genius glasses like Luisa Lane that cost me an egg and looked like they were from a movie.
The day arrived and our infiltrated girl went to her job interview. She was received by Lucas's fiancée, who fascinated by the novel unfolded a splendid paper of false jilted, exaggerating good vibes with gestures and expressions very different from those she knew in advance.
Soon my girl was sitting in front of the great character. There was a smile on his face; he enjoyed the situation. He didn't know that, although the goals were noble and profitable, it was the one being deceived.
My girlfriend was unmoved, not nervous, and to everyone's luck, the guy liked her. She says the perfume of him could be smelled from afar, the view of the office was fascinating, and everything seemed to direct the way towards his desk. The feeling of power that transmitted it made my girlfriend enjoy the moment in a special way. Like few times, she started to wish things would turn out as expected.
The chat started very relaxed and without the classic routines of job interviews. She had never been in front of someone with such a strong personality. She took care of making things pleasant, having some experience, and we went through many times when the obvious complicates and things get ruined, ruining beautiful plans. She She knew how to avoid that. The girl gave unmistakable signs, she was always very good at it. Maybe it wasn't necessary, this character was a real predator.
When in a situation like that and facing such a slut's son, the girl starts talking about the clothes and perfume the other one is wearing, or how big his hands are, it's most likely that she'll go home very, very fucked up. And so she did.
The steps were classic, at first she seemed to have control and was sitting on him for over half an hour, feeling the cock paradise, making it heat up a lot, going very slowly. The combo of tongue kisses came accompanied by four fingers in her pussy. Everything got out of control and became quite violent, just like she likes it.
This animal almost dislocated my girlfriend's jawbone. What I sucked that afternoon doesn't have precedents. Licking her pussy and butt on the desk and collecting: brutal fucked up on top of her pussy and ass. A perverse obsession with opening her ass to the maximum and spitting in her butt to break it. While she was breaking, she was choking her, generating a pleasure in her that had not been explored until then.
The screwed up was very long, violent, with many signs of domination, suddenly the guy would start talking on the phone while holding my girlfriend's neck so she could keep sucking his cock with gasps.
She returned fascinated, shit-faced, confused by how different it was. Happy
Until this day, she never managed to get rid of it and what happened in between doesn't fit in a big book, very big. Continues...
THE PRODUCER
When we had been playing this for approximately two years, we entered what I call the stage of perfection. Everything was so smooth, so coordinated that our game seemed like a perfect machine of endless luxury.
In most vices, unfortunately, pleasure is lost over time. In this vice, energy has always been and will be inexhaustible, never getting used to or naturalizing this madness.
She started enjoying it more and more not only from the blowjobs but also from the pleasure I generated in me.
And it wasn't just sexual pleasure, after each event, there's like a special chemistry, a kind of spontaneous celebration that takes us to an excellent mood, ideal, like when it's Friday and you've collected your paycheck and everything is fine, like when you're at the airport waiting for the plane that will take you on a trip.
Despite her extreme beauty and youth -she was then 19 years old-, with these games she started acquiring more acceptable behaviors and thoughts from a man than from a woman, without losing her genius femininity. I'm referring to behaviors that, if generalized, are not usually very acceptable in a young and beautiful girl. This is neither a criticism nor a praise, but it's undoubtedly essential for the situations we lived to be possible.
Girls at 19 years old go to a party with friends, looking stunning and thinking about the music, showing off their clothes, friendship, and fun, laughing all the time, dancing, posting their photos on Instagram. They're not thinking about how to get a thick cock that will make them shiver in the bathroom.
If we lacked anything in these periods of perfection where extreme pornographic situations were abundant, it was the appearance of what I call the producers.
I'll try to explain so you can understand.
I call producers to different people -not many, about 3 or 4 in total- who were appearing with the passage of time and they got involved in our story in a very particular way. Curiously, these producers never had sex with her and it wasn't by chance, she was never part of anyone's plan.
I met the first producer on a chat of one of the first party pages that existed in Argentina: Caligulaweb. More than one will remember that web with grace, it was archaic, primitive but effective for the time. You could post ads with photos, looking for situations, contacts. And there was a very active chat. There I met this first producer.
He called Lucas, he was 28 years old at the time and had no intention of getting involved with my girlfriend, which is why I joined that web and that chat: looking for tough guys to make stories -not content with the thousands of stories being made without needing to resort to the controversial world of internet.
Lucas used the right words to catch my attention. He then told me something like we were equals. At first, I didn't give it much thought but he insisted and sent me a link where I could see photos to understand what he was referring to. I was about to dismiss it but something piqued my curiosity and I clicked the link that would undoubtedly create a transcendental turn in our story. When I entered and saw the photos, almost fell off my chair. What was seen was simply perfect. Only those who love this can know the stab to the chest that feels when the planets align and the senses receive the correct, ordered, and perfect information our brain needs to make the big bang in this disease.
The photos were more than perfect. The scene took place in a garden with a pool of an incredible house. There were unmistakable elements to realize it was about photos taken in Argentina. I clarify this because everything was so good and elaborate that at first, I doubted. The photos were professional.
Before passing me the link, Lucas warned me that the content was a A small inconvenience the girlfriend had with her boss. The images were incredible. A spectacular house, a pool, a magazine garden, a table next to the pool with expensive wine, a girl barely over 20 years old in a multicolored bikini taking a cock from a guy who still hadn't taken off his clothes.
More photos, two beautiful breasts hanging by the bikini. The cock is wreaking havoc on the swimmer's trumpet. Now the photos show an open ass with two hands of a son of a slut wearing a expensive watch and seems to be showing a trophy hunt. The sun gives a terrifying brightness.
A tongue goes very deep into a perfect ass. More photos. Oh, now there are two cocks in the girl's mouth. Of course, I didn't pay attention to that detail, someone was taking the pictures.
The rest of the material was just a cruel show of how two guys without codes devastated the dignity of poor Lucas by submitting his girlfriend to a battle of cocks, butt licks, fingers in the ass and a terrible four-way in a recliner.
The final couldn't be less cruel: cum, lots of cum on the girl's face and in her ass that never took off the bikini or sunglasses for insufficient effort to protect her identity for the photo set.
I'm stunned, or rather stupid, I return to the chat desperate with an indescribable fear that Lucas, great Lucas, may not be there to continue the conversation.
Lucas is. Lucas didn't leave, I love him despite the wounds.
Hello Lucas.
What's this crap, Lucas?
Hahaha, said Lucas, what's up? Do you like it? Or is it too much?
At that moment, I wasn't quite clear what I wanted from Lucas. What he was showing me was the best thing I had ever seen in this particular vice, but I didn't know what I wanted. Soon I found out.
It turns out that in the ads I posted on that page, I was quite expressive and descriptive, telling details that caught his attention.
The chat with Lucas got really good We were flying on adrenaline for minutes. I had just met the one who - believe me, it was and is a master in this art. I am non-existent at the side of the perverse mind of this degenerate.
It was 3am and we kept chatting. The things he told me were indescribable. He also got attached to my anecdotes.
What happened was very crazy, none of us had the slightest interest in getting intimate with each other's cutie, we just wanted to share our craziness.
We kept talking while I kept sending him photos, videos and more photos via mail. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. His girlfriend was beautiful and the photos and videos he sent were very special.
The next day we were taking several coffees with Lucas at a bar in front of Devoto square. I remember that summer afternoon with great joy, it was really fascinating. Lucas wouldn't stop talking and neither would I. It was the first time both of us met someone with the same addictive madness.
It's important to clarify that even though this wasn't too long ago, at that time this paraphilia was really much more exotic than today. Today it's much more common to find people who like to get intimate with their girlfriends or wives. As I always say: it's getting trendy.
Lucas brought a notebook full of photos and videos to the café, the material was infinite and disturbing. His girlfriend is really beautiful. Lucas is surprised by my stories and I feel ashamed, his are directly from another planet and on top of that they're accompanied by infinite sessions of high-quality professional photos and videos that will never leave my mind.
We're both fascinated by the encounter but neither of us has very clear why we're here together. It's like those gatherings of people with the same car brand that take place along General Paz on Sundays, when you see them think: poor guys, but they're happy.
There are chilling coincidences. There are differences that generate intrigue, desire and learning. There are anecdotes that really gave us palpitations. There are photos that blew my mind. There is a lot to do, soon we both found out: a perverse society was born whose fruits are still valid today. Last night, devoted and with Lucas, we knew we were manipulating the atomic bomb. There was sincere enthusiasm. Although no one would have been offended, it's clear that neither he nor I had special interest in dating each other's girlfriend. We weren't there for that. We were because we wanted to expand the fun and morbidness by listening to each other's stories and ideas and looking for ways to combine them. You'll see. I told Lucas several of my anecdotes, and after listening to different details from what he had experienced, he wanted to plan similar things with his girlfriend. The same happened to me on a larger scale. I was a bit obsessed with those famous photos in the pile, the ones I saw that night when I met Lucas. Even some of the photos and videos she showed me on her notebook seemed to be made by the same person in different places. Without too many detours, I wanted my girlfriend to fall into the clutches of that same character. Strangely, Lucas evaded the topic and for a moment I was disillusioned thinking he was being selfish and only looking out for his own benefit. I insisted and things got very interesting. The first thing he did was tell me it wasn't recommended to involve my girlfriend with that type, as he put it. My intrigue and insistence were so great that he decided to tell me the story in detail. The guy from the photos is Lucas's girlfriend's boss. He's a surgeon and one of the owners of a well-known prepaid medicine company. He's a millionaire, single, childless, an enthusiast of the good life in the most exaggerated sense, incurable sex addict, frequent consumer of cocaine and other herbs, and has a heavy, thick, and venous dong that can fill a glass every 30 minutes. dominant and demanding with psychopathic traits disguised behind an irresistible seducer with a notable sense of humor, lying, perverted, and with an uncontrolled fascination for a direct inverse paraphilia to ours: sexually devastating the girlfriends or wives of others to the point where they almost don't care about single women.
Lucas finished giving this description and, upon seeing my unmistakable charm, insisted: Honestly, I'm telling you not to get your hopes up with this type, I still don't know your limits and tastes well enough but I think starting with this would be too much.
I had a rare sensation, got excited thinking that all of this was Lucas's strategy to generate strong intrigue and desire in me.
Alarmed by the fear of losing the thread, I was clear with my new friend: You're killing me, if for any reason you don't want to share this discovery, tell me and I'll understand, but stop saying it's too much because what you're telling me doesn't scare me and I can't stop imagining what would happen if this type gets involved with my girlfriend.
Lucas responded: You're not scared because you don't know him and you don't know all the details. Honestly, I wouldn't want this chat to turn from being fun and exciting to dull and boring.
But what happens? I said.
Lucas: Nothing, or rather, things happen. This story gives me a lot of joy, but we're always on the edge. It's a very special case, the guy is a real bravo, posta. And it's supposed that you and I are going to make some great things for our girls, recommending ourselves well.
But what things? You're killing me with suspense!
I don't remember the details well but Lucas tried to describe to me a morbid but complex situation, something like if this guy had his girlfriend almost enslaved sexually. A game that mixed work, sex, beautiful morbid lies and some not-so-healthy things according to what I could intuit. My momentary fascination didn't allow me to be scared.
At each step, details appeared that instead of disturbing me, thrilled me and generated an indescribable need.
to run away and give 40 laps around apples until dying of a heart attack.
Lucas' girlfriend, precious, at 22 years old was the secretary of this handsome son of a slut who in his office in Puerto Madero, worthy of the devil's lawyer and with an incredible view of the silver river, had her several hours a day kneeling - using the word: pussy - on her desk, sometimes like a decoration and sometimes like a sexual toy. I don't know if it adds up or subtracts but I can't help but count that this girl wasn't any fool and besides enjoying an enormous cock of which she was already addicted, had a salary like one I won't see in my life, a car better than the one Wanda took from Diego and other trinkets.
To avoid confusion, this girl was Lucas' girlfriend since she was 15 years old, they were and are deeply in love and her boss didn't have any intention of falling in love with her or formalizing. It was already night and with Lucas we finished the meeting. He stayed very enthusiastic about a couple of anecdotes I told him and very interested in his girlfriend knowing a satrap who was raping my girl those days but what was most interesting was that Lucas showed special interest in managing the pussy of my girlfriend, which to me was spectacularly convenient seeing the quality of what he did with his own. We agreed to meet again soon.
I think it didn't take two days until Lucas wrote back to me, always with incredible photos of his girlfriend going wild with someone and spectacular proposals that for a beginner like me were like Funesmori playing at Barcelona. Lucas had a menu worthy of a Hollywood dealer. It was fascinating. From a gynecologist with a big cock who would give a patient a lapidary screw whenever they showed the slightest sign, to a guy still in secondary school who would jerk off like an energumen anywhere without caring, to a select group of four friends from San Isidro who descuertizaban slutty for hire in places that were like a dream, including a yacht. These and two hundred other options were at my disposal, served on a platter, really I didn't know which one to start with. Lucas had been ahead of me for years.
Obviously, the boyfriend's boss was my obsession. I wanted to start with him.
Luckily Lucas put aside his warnings and managed to get excited about the idea. He left it clear why he did it, no beating around the bush: organizing these things for my girlfriend generated a morbid excitement similar to what he felt when doing it for hers. In return, he only asked to be able to enjoy all the novelties without limits or delays, including photographic material and videos. Obviously I said yes.
Then we started the master plan. For me, it was very important that things went naturally. I had explained several times that I don't care about simple stories, it doesn't add up much if my girlfriend goes running to suck off some guy because why not. I need or prefer sophisticated morbidness.
Lucas swore he wouldn't break that rule. We had to achieve a crossing without losing the magic of spontaneity.
A genius like Lucas took less than two minutes to find the perfect idea and explain it to me with passion: Look, he said, this guy lives for sex, when a beautiful woman is in front of him, the first thing he thinks about is how to screw her wildly, then he makes a huge effort to stay on topic because that woman is in front of him, but believe me, the first 10 minutes are dedicated to trying to get her pants off, especially if she's married or has a boyfriend. He does it subtly, not like some jerk, risks when he knows he'll win. You're going to see.
This is going to be very easy, he said, the only thing we have to do is make your girlfriend face him. With how beautiful she is, with how horny he is, and knowing that she's coming to surrender, you're going to have a lot to enjoy.
With Lucas we stayed chatting, I didn't want... thing is dilating. I wanted to define the plan and get it rolling. I don't remember who of the two was the one who lit up with the idea but in minutes we had everything orchestrated. We needed the firm collaboration of Lucas's girlfriend.
The plan would be as follows: Lucas's girlfriend would tell this guy that he needed to do her a favor that couldn't be postponed. The favor would consist of a supposed revenge that Lucas's girlfriend wanted to carry out. The victim would be my girlfriend. Supposedly, Lucas's girlfriend hated mine because she found out she was badmouthing her in the neighborhood, calling her a slut. We added a funny condiment: supposedly my girlfriend was one of those repressed harpies who professed fidelity, good morals, and criticized all liberal women who crossed their moralistic and chaste ideals.
That same night I got a message from Lucas celebrating his girlfriend's okay to participate in the plan.
Lucas's enthusiasm was surprising; he asked me to let him know when my girlfriend was ready. I took it for granted and said so. The plan was rolling. Listening to Lucas giving me detailed instructions provided by his girlfriend to make everything explode is something I remember with great happiness.
These instructions ultimately convinced me of the madness of Lucas -and his girl-, a beautiful madman, a genius in this terrible game.
That week I dedicated myself to fulfilling a fundamental part of the plan, preparing my girlfriend for it. Don't believe that this part is always easy. Sometimes she's not in the mood for these games and I get upset. This generates a great disappointment and a complicated abstinence crisis in me.
Luckily at that time she was 20 years old and developing an addiction to cock worthy of a gay man (with love, humor, and respect towards this beautiful community).
As it was extremely important for her to get into this story and not expose myself to a possible negative response, I used a little vile but very effective tactic by those days she was totally hooked up with a guy who was a friend of a friend. This dude would be around 24 years old and had my girlfriend desperate for his cock. I managed to handle the situation with a healthy small extortion and soon got a round yes.
We were laughing a lot with Lucas because both our girlfriends thought the plan was a total joke, like an afternoon soap opera written by two idiot scriptwriters haha.
Far from being intimidated, we kept going ahead with the novel. After all, it wouldn't matter to the satrap what story they told him, his predatory instinct wouldn't give him room for analysis.
My girlfriend and Lucas's took a coffee together at Galerias Pacifico, became friends and agreed to end this novella. Lucas's girlfriend didn't miss the opportunity to make my girl understand how much she would worship her - pussy - if necessary. My girlfriend didn't get upset, it happens often, a noticeable attraction from other women - totally unexploited due to her unfortunate heterosexuality
There are no greater mysteries in the rest of the novel. Lucas's fiancée swears she gave him a complete blow job to the boss. The boss replied that it would be difficult if it was about a twisted, faithful wife to her husband. Lucas's fiancée insisted that he had to bend and sexually submit her. I like imagining that the boss of Lucas's fiancée responded with a silent smile. The excuse for my girlfriend's presence in the devil's office would also be obvious and lame, an interview. It was a Thursday in March, as if I could forget it.
The secretary was what we concluded to call the put-on secretary with Lucas, nothing special except for some genius glasses like Luisa Lane that cost me an egg and looked like they were from a movie.
The day arrived and our infiltrated girl went to her job interview. She was received by Lucas's fiancée, who fascinated by the novel unfolded a splendid paper of false jilted, exaggerating good vibes with gestures and expressions very different from those she knew in advance.
Soon my girl was sitting in front of the great character. There was a smile on his face; he enjoyed the situation. He didn't know that, although the goals were noble and profitable, it was the one being deceived.
My girlfriend was unmoved, not nervous, and to everyone's luck, the guy liked her. She says the perfume of him could be smelled from afar, the view of the office was fascinating, and everything seemed to direct the way towards his desk. The feeling of power that transmitted it made my girlfriend enjoy the moment in a special way. Like few times, she started to wish things would turn out as expected.
The chat started very relaxed and without the classic routines of job interviews. She had never been in front of someone with such a strong personality. She took care of making things pleasant, having some experience, and we went through many times when the obvious complicates and things get ruined, ruining beautiful plans. She She knew how to avoid that. The girl gave unmistakable signs, she was always very good at it. Maybe it wasn't necessary, this character was a real predator.
When in a situation like that and facing such a slut's son, the girl starts talking about the clothes and perfume the other one is wearing, or how big his hands are, it's most likely that she'll go home very, very fucked up. And so she did.
The steps were classic, at first she seemed to have control and was sitting on him for over half an hour, feeling the cock paradise, making it heat up a lot, going very slowly. The combo of tongue kisses came accompanied by four fingers in her pussy. Everything got out of control and became quite violent, just like she likes it.
This animal almost dislocated my girlfriend's jawbone. What I sucked that afternoon doesn't have precedents. Licking her pussy and butt on the desk and collecting: brutal fucked up on top of her pussy and ass. A perverse obsession with opening her ass to the maximum and spitting in her butt to break it. While she was breaking, she was choking her, generating a pleasure in her that had not been explored until then.
The screwed up was very long, violent, with many signs of domination, suddenly the guy would start talking on the phone while holding my girlfriend's neck so she could keep sucking his cock with gasps.
She returned fascinated, shit-faced, confused by how different it was. Happy
Until this day, she never managed to get rid of it and what happened in between doesn't fit in a big book, very big. Continues...
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