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Chapter 07.
Nothing to Do.
Due to the elaborate lie she had to concoct in order not to be fired, now Silvana had to face five long days without the routine stability of work.
This could have emotionally disintegrated someone like her who needs to cling to something concrete day after day so as not to be adrift in nothing. However, Silvana faced the situation with optimism: 'Look at it as an opportunity, Silvi —she told herself—. Use these days to do those things you always wanted to do and never could, due to lack of time'.
This naive optimism didn't last even two hours. He quickly remembered what those times of mandatory isolation during the 2020 pandemic were like and how badly he suffered for so many days alone in his apartment. Without even being able to receive visits from his boyfriend; because the very foolish one had gone to spend a few days at Arroyo Leyes, where part of his family lives, and had to stay there when it was forbidden to circulate on routes.
Now Silvana felt overwhelmed once again by the excess of 'free hours' she had ahead of her. Memories of what she did during the pandemic began to invade her. What affects her most is not going back to those uncertain times when she didn't know what was going to happen with the world, that's already over; what really oppresses her is the strong feeling of shame that remained associated with those days.
When they informed her that she wouldn't be able to attend the office anymore, she didn't worry too much. The first days were very busy catching up on pending work, responding to emails, postponing meetings, chatting with investors over the phone. It was all great. Yes, a chaotic work environment that needed adapting; but she had things to do and sometimes even worked more than eight regular hours. Silvana never feared overtime. She gladly did each task to help. However... once each meeting was programmed for some day, I don't know... when everything with this quarantine thing is over, the work began to dwindle. Her company mainly deals with 'lobby' work. It serves as a link between other companies and investor groups, buying debts, shares, properties, and anything that could mean short-term or long-term gains. For most of these businesses, it was traditional to meet in person, with some cocktails involved (if necessary).
While Silvana's main job wasn't face-to-face meetings, she needed them to be told how to proceed with her work. Information to file, contracts to analyze, email to respond, and a long etcetera. Sometimes, when the client was a tough nut to crack, that's when Silvana would enter the scene, capable of hypnotizing anyone with her physical attributes. But this was something she couldn't do very often because Silvana herself hated her body being used as a deterrent method.
She usually maintains a highly professional attitude during these meetings and only resorts to the old trick of undoing a couple of buttons on her shirt when she sees that the particular client is too hard to caramelize.
During the first weeks of isolation I would have accepted showing part of my cleavage in a wide neckline to a client just to have something to do.
Silvana was asking for jobs to do and this attitude even ended up boring some of her bosses who didn't know what tasks to assign her: 'Silvana, we're waiting for the borders to open so we can have in-person meetings, now we're doing some online; but they're not the same, and that's really delaying us... there are no more tasks for you, you've done everything already... take a few days off... indefinitely.'
The problem wasn't the money, Silvana continued receiving her salary every month. She even started feeling guilty about her privileged situation. While the world was debating in the midst of a pandemic, she could only stay at home staring at the ceiling. She no longer knew what else to watch on Netflix, tried reading something but found it impossible to concentrate, and discovered that lately she had been doing a lot of masturbation.
That also worried her. Silvana never liked giving in to the pleasures of the flesh. She always tried to ration these auto-pleasure sessions; but with so many free hours, it was frequent to end up in bed, with my pants around my knees, while rubbing my pussy. She couldn't even remember how she had ended up in that situation, it just happened. It was an unconscious act. More than once she found herself masturbating on the living room couch while watching a boring TV series or movie.
Calm down, Silvana, what's going on with you?, she would tell herself when she discovered her fingers inside her vagina. One of her occasional friends once told her: I masturbate when I'm bored. This seemed very unpleasant to Silvana - what kind of person masturbates just because they're bored? She didn't want to be part of the group of women who get off when they're bored. I have more self-control, she would tell herself... however, her ability to control her impulses was weakening with each passing day.
With much sadness, Silvana discovered that her quarantine routine didn't go below four daily... and that was the days she could control herself. She, who before could be weeks without touching her pussy with lust, now couldn't last four hours without doing it. The situation worsened when she realized her fingers weren't enough. Sometimes, in a hurry to get rid of this uncomfortable and humiliating practice, Silvana focused on rubbing her clitoris very quickly and forcing her fingers in, even though it hurt a bit. But her vagina was getting used to these small doses of punishment. Her fingers began to enter more easily and she could feel her sex saying: 'This isn't enough, give me more'.
A day of desperation led her to commit a madness. By email she had received an advertisement for a new 'virtual sex shop'. An online store where she could buy all the necessary toys to satisfy her sexual desires. Silvana had always kept away from that kind of object, didn't want a dildo spinning around her house. She would die of shame if any acquaintance found it by chance. Not even wanted to go through the situation of explaining to her boyfriend why she had a vibrator. But the heat was getting bigger and convinced herself that buying a dildo wasn't such a bad idea, given the peculiar situation. She entered her credit card data, her address and waited.
The next day a discreet package arrived for him. A black plastic-wrapped box, no one could suspect what it was about. When he returned to the privacy of his living room, he opened the package and took away a great surprise... a surprise 25 centimeters long and almost five wide.
Oh, damn... it's very big. This is not going to fit me ever, he thought while looking at it.
She selected the dildo from a catalog without looking too closely. In the photo it seemed smaller and she chose it because it had the shape of a real penis, didn't seem like a toy so much as a penile prosthesis with stiff fake testicles. Later Silvana would discover the fascinating use that could be given to the suction cup at the base. She would also discover that besides the error with the size of the dildo, she had committed two other mistakes.
Despite such a reproductive device (even if it were false), intimidated by it, Silvana was anxious to try it out. Only for having something to do that wasn't photosynthesizing with the light of the TV screen.
She stripped completely, something she only did when she was very excited, and started masturbating right there on the sofa. The first attempt disappointed her. With considerable effort, she managed to insert the head of the vibrator into her pussy; but it caused her a lot of pain to press harder. Definitely, her pussy wasn't made for penises that size... luckily her boyfriend's cock was much smaller. And thinking about this worried her - how would she explain to Renzo that she had bought a dildo bigger than his own penis? He'd see it as an insult. So Silvana decided to keep the vibrator in the smallest drawer of her bedroom dresser, one with a key and everything. That's where the toy ended up after the first (and failed) attempt.
A little later, she discovered her second mistake. When reviewing the purchase ticket, she felt uncomfortable seeing her full name on it; but what terrified her more was seeing the name of the person registered as the owner of the online sex shop: Vanina Marchetti. Her heart went up to her throat. She knew that name very well.
Some months before the pandemic, Silvana had worked with Sandra Marchetti and her daughter Vanina at in-person meetings. She remembered them very well. Sandra was a woman in her early fifties, empowered, elegant, serious, always wearing black glasses, red lips, and an air of superiority. She reminded her a bit of Cruella Deville (the Glenn Close version), especially with the wild hairstyle she used to wear. She also wore elegant outfits similar to Meryl Streep's in The Devil Wears Prada.
Vanina wasn't that different from her mother, she was 25 years old and looked much more like the current version of Cruella, played by Emma Stone. Both were slender and had prominent foreheads, which they wore with pride. That's why they advised Silvana to also wear a low-cut top during gatherings, as these two women liked to see confident women.
Silvana concluded a large business deal with Sandra Marchietti, serving as a link to a telecommunications company. Mrs. Marchetti was very interested in joining the investor group of that company. During all the meetings, Silvana showed herself absolutely professional and spoke mainly with Vanina, who was responsible for asking questions. They established a good professional relationship and Silvana knew she had managed to establish an important contact, which would likely serve her well in the future.
At least that's what she thought, until she saw the name Vanina on the purchase ticket. She had no idea how Vanina Marchetti ended up in charge of an online sex shop, imagined it was one of the many small or medium-sized businesses she owned, and wasn't very up to date on sales figures. Or maybe... she ran it herself and knew exactly who bought each product. This was the idea that took hold in Silvana's mind. She convinced herself that Vanina Marchetti was smiling at home while seeing what lovely toy absolutely professional Silvana DaCosta had bought.
I could almost imagine her telling Sandra about the matter. Almost I could hear the mocking comments of the two: 'Very proper and professional; but it seems she likes to get things up her pussy'.
Silvana had no idea how to calm down these voices that tormented her and the damage was already done. She couldn't do anything to reverse the purchase and erase her name from the sex shop's client list. And almost as if it were a deserved punishment, she went back to having a session with that big dildo.
She got down on her knees on her bed, with the plastic penis between her legs and completely naked. She masturbated for a while until her use the word: pussy started to moisten, she had bought a small bottle of lubricant along with the dildo; but thought she wouldn't need it. The lubrication had never been a problem for her. With her vagina already well covered in fluids, she began to sit on the head of the vibrator. This time was a bit further, she endured more pain (or rather, punished herself a bit more). She felt her use the word: pussy stretching towards limits that few times had reached, remembered some of her occasional lovers, those better endowed than Renzo and again invaded her with that psychological discomfort of being profaned.
She managed to get the fourth part of the dildo inside her vagina and that's when she started bouncing up and down on it. She tried to imagine she was having sex with her boyfriend; but it didn't work. Renzo wasn't that size... or by chance. She even felt like cheating him.
Silvana began to despair, because despite the shame it caused her for having resorted to a fake penis to calm her heat, what annoyed her most was that that damn plastic thing wouldn't go in. And she didn't want it to, no matter how hard she kept trying.
In the next session (just a day later) he decided to use the lubricant he had bought. 'Maybe it will help a bit'. And when he saw it, he discovered he had committed a third mistake.
One more time guilt, shame and that habit of insulting herself for giving in to her sexual instincts invaded her. Just her, who could so well control them. The small pot in her hand said: 'Anal lubricant'.
How could she be so stupid?
Now, besides having to put up with the humiliation of Vanina Marchetti knowing she had bought a vibrator, I had to add that she thought: 'Oh... it seems like she bought it to stick it up her ass'.
—The sluty mother, Silvana... you're an idiot! —she scolded herself out loud, while punching the pillow.
In the depths of her imagination, the shrill and strident laughter of Vanina and Sandra Machetti was echoing. She could see them asking:
What will they know in the company that Miss DaCosta likes to put 25-centimeter dildos up her ass?
Relax, Silvi —she told herself—. That's ridiculous. To start with... it's impossible for something that big to go in your ass. Immediately after that, she heard the response: But you've seen videos on the internet of girls putting in dildos as big as this... up their butt... it's not impossible to do.
She remained looking at the dildo, kneeling on the bed, with her sweaty body from the intense session she had before resorting to lubricant. Could that really go in her ass? Completely? The idea alone seemed crazy to her. She couldn't even get it in her pussy... how would she get it in her ass?
But the ass is not equal to the pussy, he said that intrusive voice of the unconscious.
What's the point of putting myself through this up my ass? —He asked himself out loud.
To do something different... something that's not staring at the ceiling between one masturbation and another.
Silvana doesn't usually resort to the excuse 'no one sees me' to misbehave. It wasn't easy for her to come to the conclusion that she wouldn't lose anything by trying... after all, she had been alone for more than two months, with no human contact (except virtual). There would be no witness to her inappropriate behavior.
(Except that damn purchase ticket: Anal lubricant)
He used a good amount of the content from the pot and distributed it profligately all over the surface of the dildo while looking at it without being able to stop thinking: 'This is going to hurt, I'm not going to like it and afterwards I'll feel like a cheap slut'.
Silvana was unable to understand that there could be pleasure in sticking things up her ass. She had the hypothesis that women in porn videos only did anal sex because it was very popular among male audiences. She believed that only men enjoyed this practice, due to the thrill of sticking it up a beautiful girl's ass. But from there to the girl enjoying it, there was a long stretch.
Should I take advantage of the opportunity to test her hypotheses about anal sex?
Silvana no wanted to remember the things she did during the pandemic with that dildo. Many of her actions from 2020 still caused her an unbearable shame. And neither did she want to spend all day doing self-masturbation.
He looked at the last drawer of the dresser and bit his lips. That toy was there, locked away since 2021, approximately. It had been over a year since he'd used it and Renzo didn't even know there was a dildo in the house, he'd never shown him. The drawer was closed and Silvana couldn't even remember where she'd put the small key. She knew she'd hidden it somewhere in her room. As if her brain also wanted to avoid the embarrassing reunion with the dildo, she had decided to forget the location of the little key.
Perhaps it's better this way —thought Silvana—, so as not to fall into temptation.
She got dressed quickly to get away from the internal demons that were leading her to masturbate (pure boredom, god... I hate myself). She left her apartment and took the elevator down in a desperate attempt to escape her room. She didn't even know what she was going to do. As she went down, she decided to stop by the bakery to buy something tasty.
Relax with desserts, Silvi, because these days you can't go for a run.
That annoying inner voice was right. If she was going to stay with her doctor at home, she wouldn't be able to afford running around Park Rivadavia and exposing herself to having her coworker see her.
But nothing was happening for a day.
He arrived at the ground floor and there he found Osvaldo.
What's up Silvana... didn't you go to work today?
No, I felt a bit bad, so I decided to stay home.
I didn't want to give him many explanations. Although his perspective on Osvaldo would have changed a lot, he still seemed like an annoying guy... and he discovered that he was still bothered by the way he looked at his body without any kind of pretence.
Well, I hope it improves... wouldn't it be good for them to warm up a bit?
She knew it referred to her prominent cleavage and the tight-fitting short she was wearing.
—Yes, yes... it's nothing. I just need a little rest. Ah, by the way Osvaldo. Does he know a good plumber? —He thought it was a good idea to steer the conversation towards a topic that didn't have anything to do with his clothes, or his body—. The kitchen faucet is dripping a lot, it's driving me crazy.
Ah, I'll have to replace the washer. If it's just that, there's no need to call a plumber, I can take care of it myself.
Mmm... —Silvana quickly analyzed the situation. It was better to have a known person at home (even if it was a bit annoying) than a complete stranger—. Can you do it well? If so, I'm willing to pay you for the repair.
—Yes, yes... stay calm. It's something very simple.
—Okay, when I have time I'll drop by my office.
He quickly left the building to not prolong the show his ass was giving the doorman, and walked a block that separated him from the bakery. He had arrived with the illusion of staying to chat with Karina and Rocío... or maybe seeing them in one of their sexual games. That would be interesting... much more interesting than staying home doing nothing.
However, as if the universe were saying to her 'today you're going to be bored, dear', she found herself at the bakery filled with people. Karina and Rocío were juggling to attend all the customers and it was obvious they weren't in the middle of a 'naughty game', they had to work. There wasn't time to have fun with nonsense.
Silvana greeted her with a smile from the back and signaled to Rocío to ask for a pair of lemon pie portions. Rocío made a great effort to prepare them and wrap them up. She handed them over saying you'll pay me later. Silvana understood she didn't even have time to use the cash register and left the store while some customers protested because she had received preferential treatment.
That same afternoon she enjoyed one of the portions of lemon pie (which was excellent), along with a generous serving of coffee. Meanwhile, she started channel surfing on TV, a clear sign that she was reaching the limit of her boredom. She doesn't even like watching TV. By chance, she ended up watching a football match. West Railway was facing Tristan Suarez. And it was just at that precise moment when the camera focused on Malik Diabaye... her neighbor. Silvana's smile slipped away. She wondered if the Ferro fans who sighed over Malik knew that the gentleman had a well-endowed cock ready to satisfy the curiosity of any beautiful woman who wanted to try it.
She had seen him completely naked. It was strangely fun to see on TV someone you'd seen without clothes... and in a sexual attitude. She even had porn videos of Malik...
And that's when he remembered the material for which he had to request medical leave. He hadn't seen it since then. He reviewed his phone. He had silenced Paulina out of fear that she would make comments about what Silvana had sent him just before leaving his office.
There were new messages, fortunately they didn't make a big deal out of that subject. Paulina had limited herself to sending him photos of hers in underwear or directly naked. Silvana smiled involuntarily at seeing how Paulina opened up the pussy in front of the camera. She loved having a friend who would open up to her with so much confidence. But what caught Silvana's attention (and made her lose interest in the football game) was a photo of Paulina with a dildo inserted into her ass. The image took a close-up of the girl's pussy and the hand holding the dildo, which was clearly well sunk into her ass. This image was accompanied by a text that said: 'I'm practicing so Malik can stick it in my ass'.
Silvana remained agape staring at her phone screen. Paulina's dildo was very far from reaching the dimensions of Malik's cock.
You're completely crazy, friend... that's not going to fit in everything like that — she wrote.
She didn't receive a response. That didn't matter, Paulina should be busy with something else. Still, she stayed surprised looking at the various photos she received with her friend's dildo up her ass.
This brought her memories as embarrassing as erotic. Silvana put her hand inside her small and tight white shorts and began to masturbate while remembering her first attempts with the well-filled anal lubricant dildo.
He done it on his bed, in the same position as some photos of Paulina, lying on her side and holding the plastic penis with one hand. He tried to push it in, like that, into his ass, and it was impossible. The only thing he received in return was a sharp pain and an uncomfortable burning.
Silvana found out that Paulina had sent her a new video: Look, this was my first experience with the dildo. This made Silvana's filters that made her behave like a lady fall. She took off her short and thong and started to insert her fingers while watching how she and Paulina had fought in the same way to introduce the tip of the dildo into their boots.
—Come on, it's getting in... it's getting in, whispered Silvana as she continued to pleasure herself.
At the same time he remembered how on a second attempt (a day after the first one) he had managed to insert the glans of that plastic penis into his anus. He suffered a lot, clenched his teeth, screamed but didn't stop...
It's getting in... —he continued saying.
And when finally the tip of the dildo managed to enter Paulina's ass, she let out a small cry of jubilation, the same one she gave when she succeeded in putting it in. And also a memory of pain invaded her... that had hurt a lot; but it was a triumph. She had set a pandemic goal and achieved it. Paulina had done the same thing and probably it also hurt her.
The bell rang and Silvana jumped because that special bell (more strident than the normal one) indicated to her that there was a person on the other side of the door.
Almost fell to the floor while trying to lift her thong, short and walk all at once. If she had fallen, she would have suffered a nasty accident against the glass mouse table. She scolded herself for this idiotic behavior. She should be more careful.
—It's coming... it's coming... —he said, finishing up getting dressed.
With her heart racing and the shame of being interrupted in mid-masturbation, Silvana opened the door.
—Ah, Oswald... is you. What do you need?
—Came for the repair you requested —the porter showed him his toolbox.
—Is today? Ah... I thought we'd leave it for another day.
I wanted to come as soon as possible because she said that the dripping of the faucet was driving her crazy.
—Yes, it's true... —and it was true. When the department was silent, the dripping of the faucet on the metallic surface of the dish rack drove her crazy—. Okay, fine... although... I didn't buy the spare.
Don't worry about that, I always have spare O-rings in the toolbox. It's the most common repair throughout the entire building.
—Oh I see... very well, there you have the faucet and tell me if you need anything.
Osvaldo passed next to her and fixed on how Silvana's large breasts seemed about to jump out of the sleeveless white sweater... and the worst is that she had taken off her bra as soon as she got back from the bakery. Her nipples were screaming look, we're here from under the fine fabric. Because of the thin layer of sweat covering her body, the sweater had stuck to her breasts, making the transparency of her nipples even more evident.
—She shouldn't open the door without a bra, Silvana —said Osvaldo, with absolute calm—. It would only give more reasons to the other tenants to complain about her way of dressing.
Do you mind?
No, absolutely not. I'm just saying it so you can avoid problems, nothing more. It's your home, as long as you're inside, you can dress however you want. Besides, it's hot today, even on days like this I wouldn't wear a sweater.
If it had been about a normal person, Silvana would have taken that comment as a double intention: 'It wouldn't be bad to see her tits a little more'; but she didn't notice any second intention in Osvaldo. He simply made an observation.
Silvana started noticing that this type of comment was habitual and didn't bring bad intentions with it. They still annoy her a bit (just like the way he looks at her); but she also finds them funny in part.
Smiled while they were approaching the sink and said:
I wouldn't go out like that on the street, Osvaldo. Don't worry about it. I like being comfortable at home, especially when it's hot.
It seems very well to me—began working at the pipe—. It shouldn't be easy to wear comfortable clothes with attributes so voluptuous. But I imagine you're already aware that at any moment a breast could slip out... they're not really protected there—the prominent cleavage was pointed out.
Silvana let out a giggle. Is this guy crazy? And no, he's not crazy... just odd and says things that the average person wouldn't say.
—Yes, I know it very well. If a breast slips out of my house, I don't worry about it, it's something that happens quite frequently. That's why I wouldn't wear this clothing on the street.
—But he did use it shorty, and you can see his whole butt...
Do you think so? Does it look like a lot?
Silvana admired the fitted white short and felt imposing, beautiful, desirable. It was true, half of her buttocks were visible. It was bold, almost defiant. As if she wanted to tell her boyfriend: 'Look, you wanted me to wear tight pants... here you have it'
—The truth is that I was surprised to see her leaving with that on the street. Although girls at the beach wear bikinis that show much more —she shrugged as if the topic didn't interest her—. Ah, and excuse me for not coming earlier. I stayed watching the Ferro game.
—Ah yes... I saw Malik was playing. Although I didn't stay looking, how did he get out?
Ferro won, Malik scored two goals.
Ugh... that means there will be parties tonight. I should talk to Malik, Osvaldo. They criticize my way of dressing; but he makes a lot of noise at night. He's a good guy, I don't want trouble with him... or anyone; but sometimes I have trouble sleeping because of the noise he makes.
I'll let you know as soon as I see him.
In that instant, Silvana felt a cold stream of water all over her back and when she turned around the water soaked her front shirt right on her breasts. She futilely covered herself with her hands.
Oh, Osvaldo... the dirty mother...
—Sorry, Silvana... sorry. I thought you had already closed the passageway key.
No, no... I didn't touch anything —Silvana launched herself to close the blessed key and thus the water stopped jumping. She noticed that Osvaldo was looking at her with flushed cheeks. Now his tits were perfectly visible under the wet fabric.
I apologize a thousand times, Silvana...
It's fine. Don't worry, it's over... I'm going... um... I'll change. You finish fixing this.
He left the doorman alone with the faucet and she got into her room. Once again that strange sensation of having been humiliated in front of another person invaded her. Osvaldo had seen all her tits and she couldn't stop thinking about Paulina's video and that, maybe, if she found the key to the dresser drawer, she could do the same thing too.
She took off the wet shirt and, on autopilot, started searching for the small key everywhere. She rummaged through the drawer of the bedside table, the closet, and it occurred to her to look under the mattress, between the bed's elastic straps. She thought she remembered putting the key there.
I was on my knees looking under her bed when a voice said:
—I'm done with the waxing, it's perfect now. It won't lose shape anymore. Ah... Silvana, and if she goes out on the street wearing that short, I recommend she doesn't bend over like that. She'll get marked up a lot...
—Ah... Osvaldo, I told him I was changing. —Silvana covered her breasts with her hands, instinctively.
—The door to the room is open, I thought you had already finished getting dressed. Plus... are you going to tell me that he keeps his clothes under the bed?
It's that... I was looking for the key that opens the drawer of the dresser.
He signaled the furniture and without wanting to left one of her breasts free. She quickly covered it back up and felt ridiculous. It didn't make much sense to cover herself anymore. She had already been exposed in front of Osvaldo and covering herself that way only made her feel more vulnerable. She didn't have to be ashamed of her breasts.
—Ah, I see now… but it's not necessary to use a key. Those little chests have fantasy locks. They're very easy to open —he pulled out a screwdriver from his pocket and crouched down next to the dresser.
It's not necessary, Osvaldo, I'll open it myself... said Silvana, with desperation. She approached the man without covering her breasts yet.
Don't worry, Silvana. It's just a second, let me... click... . Already open.
Silvana was about to scream at him not to open the drawer, but her reaction was too slow. She saw it appear, like in slow motion, that beige-colored dildo with its 25 pure presence centimeters.
—Ah, I see why he wanted to open the drawer. He had left this inside it.
—Leave that there, Osvaldo. It's not his concern —she hastened to say, with her cheeks flushed.
For all that the guy was autistic, at this moment he wanted to kick him in the face for getting involved with his things without asking permission. But... obviously didn't do it. He couldn't get angry with him, who was only trying to help her.
Don't worry, Silvana... If I had to hear 'don't worry, Silvana' one more time, I'd blow up-. It doesn't matter to me what you do with these artbooties. Neither will I say anything to anyone. I understand that these are private things. But... what's this?
Osvaldo took out of the drawer a black object with an unusual shape, with curves, narrow parts and others wider. It was about the length of a hand. He was looking at it as if it were an alien object.
The mind of Silvana filled with pandemic memories. Trying the dildo in her ass had been a great mistake, because that convinced her that, with effort and consistency, she would be able to put it in. Her ass didn't seem to offer as much resistance as her pussy. Why did she want to put it in? Just to have something to do... an objective... and to feel something that wasn't just simple masturbation. In the end, that's why she had bought the dildo.
The problem was that he had spent all the anal lubricant in the first attempts, there was none left. The pot was too small. Reviewing the online sex shop discovered they came in much larger pots. Biting his lips in front of the screen wondered if it would be a good idea to buy that product again. And no, it wasn't. It was a terrible idea, knowing that on the other side there was someone who knew who she was, where she lived and where she worked. Someone with whom he had had business talks.
In spite of this, he bought it anyway.
Simply couldn't resist the temptation. He didn't know of another sex shop that would send him art booties to his house so quickly. He clicked on the screen and acquired the product without debating further.
The next day a new box arrived, with a presentation as discreet as the previous one. She opened it and discovered the horror. Along with the pot of 'Anal Lubricant' in large letters, there was another exactly the same one. And to this, that strange object shaped like a futuristic branch, with knots and curves and bends. 'I didn't order anything like this', was Silvana's first thought. But next to the objects was a white paper. She took it out and read:
I'm sending you a little gift, Silvi. Courtesy of the house. I hope you enjoy it. Kisses
I was signing it myself, Vanina Marchetti.
Silvana thought that maybe it would be best to jump off the balcony, to spare herself from humiliation. But that would have been a highly exaggerated reaction. Yet, her great nightmare had become reality. Vanina knew (already without any doubt) that she, Silvana DaCosta... the correct Silvana DaCosta, had bought a 25-centimeter dildo to stick it up her ass.
No... the slut mother. I want to kill myself —Silvana lamented, falling onto the couch. She covered her face with her hands—. I can't have this much bad luck, my mother's pussy. Who makes me be so pathetic?
If I could even imagine how I would start the next business meeting, with Vanina asking.
—And, how are you, Silvana? Could you get the dildo in your ass? Did you manage to put it all in? All the way down? Same... I don't know why I'm asking. I already imagine the answer... by now you must be an expert at getting dildos up your butt.
—Silvana, your mom's pussy —she insulted herself.
And a voice ripped her out of her memories, it was Osvaldo, returning her to a present as uncomfortable as those quarantine days.
Do you stick this up your ass, Silvana? I think it's for that purpose.
He's asking too many questions, Osvaldo. And very inappropriate ones. Leave that alone... it doesn't concern him whether I put this on or not.
It's fine, you're right. I didn't mean to bother you, it's just... I was surprised that you have this kind of toys. Not the dildo, that doesn't surprise me as much, many women have one. It just seemed weird that you like putting things up your ass.
—Oh, stop it Osvaldo. Stop saying those things... —he looked at her with anger and his arms crossed. The man left the toy inside the box, and stood up with his head hung low, like a puppy that's just been scolded. His eyes were fixed on Silvana's breasts—. If you've finished with the makeup, let me pay you. I have things to do.
—Yes, I can already imagine what things she has to do.
Silvana clenched her teeth. Osvaldo didn't have bad intentions, that's what she knew... knew so well it hurt to hold back the urge to send him straight to hell.
What I have to do doesn't concern him. Neither does what I'm sticking up my ass.
Ay, Silvana... silent you defend yourself better, said a little voice in her head.
Without even covering her breasts, she searched for some bills in her purse and gave Osvaldo a generous tip for the services rendered.
I hope he doesn't talk to anyone about what happened here today.
Don't worry about it, Silvana... damn... that automatic and condescending phrase again... I won't tell anyone anything. If you like sticking things up your ass, that's your business.
Silvana was about to cry with rage. She wanted that man to stop making humiliating comments... but it wasn't his fault. He didn't understand the conversation codes like any person and should always keep that in mind.
—See you later, Osvaldo... and remember that I never admitted to having it up my ass. Is that clear? Having the toy doesn't mean I used it. It was a gift. I didn't even ask for it.
—Ah, I see now... well, he'll have to tell his boyfriend to consult with you before giving him gifts.
No, no... nor let it occur to you to mention this to Renzo. He doesn't know anything about that toy. He wasn't the one who gave it to me.
—Ah... —this seemed to confuse Osvaldo's fragile mind. Silvana thought that her simple way of understanding the world couldn't find another explanation. If it wasn't her boyfriend, then who could have been?—. Anyway... the lubricant pot is half empty... and I read that it said: “Anal Lubricant”. So... it's obvious he put it up his ass, Silvana.
The world of Silvana seemed to freeze in that instant of extreme humiliation. Osvaldo may be autistic; but he's not any fool. And he pays a lot of attention to details. Too much.
There's no need to be Sherlock Holmes to deduce that if she had a toy that served exclusively for putting it up her butt and also an old jar of anal lubricant, it was because... indeed... she had put it in well up the arse.
The anus of Silvana puckered up as she remembered the sensation it produced when she used that toy for the first time. She did it on her bed, completely naked, with a lot of anal lubricant and said: 'It's done, I have it... if they sent it to me, I'll use it. The damage is already done. I won't gain anything by not using it'. She considered that little toy would make it easier to prepare her anus for the immense 25-centimeter consolator.
The first part went in easily, it was like inserting a finger from your own hand. Then it got harder, there were wide parts that required her to push with force and her ass felt the intrusion. The first wide part entered, the second took a bit more effort and with the third she spent good minutes struggling. She had to pull out the toy two or three times to lubricate it again... and finally, with perseverance and much pressure... zaz! The third wide part managed to enter.
He pressed the base of the anal toy without knowing that would activate the vibration function. Silvana let out a scream from surprise and then started laughing like a madwoman. She never imagined she'd have a vibrator stuck up her ass.
At first the laughs were because it felt ridiculous and because the toy was vibrating so fast it was tickling him. He pressed the button, trying to turn it off, and discovered that this changed the vibration function to another one that was slower... but more powerful. This produced much more interesting sensations for her.
—Whoa... —he said while rubbing his pussy—. It's not that bad at all.
Silvana spent a long time inserting her fingers and testing the different programs of the vibrator. Some faster, others slower. Soft and powerful. There were many and they seemed to have been designed specifically to generate pleasure. A lot of pleasure.
—God... this is so good...”—she said while getting down on all fours and rubbing her clitoris.
That night Silvana had some of the most fun orgasms of her life and, finally, after so many days of monotony, she was feeling something different.
—And it shows that he liked using it —said Osvaldo, suddenly bringing her back to the present without warning—. Because of how big the lubricant pot is, it shows that he used it many times.
I was living the nightmare that I had feared so much when I received that anal toy. May someone discover my humiliating secret: yes, I had put it up my ass... and on several occasions. In fact, I spent most of the pandemic with that blessed toy stuck in my ass. I used it so much that I completely ran out of the first anal lubricant pot (the big one), and half of the second.
I'll put it up my ass... and maybe I'll do it again tonight too. That's why I was looking for the key. I want to stick it up my ass again.
—I can't imagine how that could be a pleasant practice —said Osvaldo, scratching his prominent bald spot—. But well, it's their butt. They'll have their reasons.
—And those reasons didn't concern her —she didn't care anymore that the guy was looking at her tits, she had other reasons to be more worried—. And besides...
That's why he took his time to answer me - said Osvaldo, ignoring her completely -. He was masturbating. Now I understand... and that explains with her nipples - one of Silvana's nipples was pinched by two of the doorman's fingers.
Ah! Osvaldo, what's he doing?
They're very hard, he said, as if he hadn't heard her. Women's nipples get hard when they have sexual relations... or when they masturbate - he said it in a tone so neutral that it seemed like phrases read from the same Wikipedia.
The worst for Silvana wasn't bearing that guy squeezing her nipples and making her hurt... no, no, that was far from being the worst. The most humiliating thing was that her pussy had reacted directly to this stimulus. She could feel herself getting wet and getting hot all of a sudden, as if they had activated the switch next to the sign 'Press for Silvana's pussy to open its gates and initiate natural lubrication'.
It functioned so well that it had to suppress a moan that rose up to his throat when Osvaldo returned to pinch the nipple with his sturdy fingers.
—Ah... enough, Osvaldo. Please, leave. I need to be alone.
The guy let her go immediately, as if he had burned his fingers with the temperature of Silvana's nipples.
—Okay, I'm really sorry. It wasn't my intention to upset you. Have a good day. See you later.
When Osvaldo left (finally), he put the sexual toys inside the drawer, hoping to forget about them. It had been an error searching for the key. It was better to have those instruments of lust out of his reach.
She could keep her mind occupied until the time to sleep. Mostly thanks to the humiliation she suffered with Osvaldo having been big enough for her not to feel like getting laid.
She lay down completely naked, the night was special for sleeping without clothes. She closed her eyes hoping to fall asleep... and that thing she feared so much happened.
The rocking started slow and gradually accelerated, then female moans began to harmonize with this so sexual rhythm.
Silvana would have preferred to be at a restaurant with her boyfriend; but she had to settle for staying there listening to Malik giving all the cock to one of his whores, probably to celebrate Ferro's triumph, while she was masturbating alone in her bedroom, looking sideways at the last drawer of the dresser.
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Chapter 07.
Nothing to Do.
Due to the elaborate lie she had to concoct in order not to be fired, now Silvana had to face five long days without the routine stability of work.
This could have emotionally disintegrated someone like her who needs to cling to something concrete day after day so as not to be adrift in nothing. However, Silvana faced the situation with optimism: 'Look at it as an opportunity, Silvi —she told herself—. Use these days to do those things you always wanted to do and never could, due to lack of time'.
This naive optimism didn't last even two hours. He quickly remembered what those times of mandatory isolation during the 2020 pandemic were like and how badly he suffered for so many days alone in his apartment. Without even being able to receive visits from his boyfriend; because the very foolish one had gone to spend a few days at Arroyo Leyes, where part of his family lives, and had to stay there when it was forbidden to circulate on routes.
Now Silvana felt overwhelmed once again by the excess of 'free hours' she had ahead of her. Memories of what she did during the pandemic began to invade her. What affects her most is not going back to those uncertain times when she didn't know what was going to happen with the world, that's already over; what really oppresses her is the strong feeling of shame that remained associated with those days.
When they informed her that she wouldn't be able to attend the office anymore, she didn't worry too much. The first days were very busy catching up on pending work, responding to emails, postponing meetings, chatting with investors over the phone. It was all great. Yes, a chaotic work environment that needed adapting; but she had things to do and sometimes even worked more than eight regular hours. Silvana never feared overtime. She gladly did each task to help. However... once each meeting was programmed for some day, I don't know... when everything with this quarantine thing is over, the work began to dwindle. Her company mainly deals with 'lobby' work. It serves as a link between other companies and investor groups, buying debts, shares, properties, and anything that could mean short-term or long-term gains. For most of these businesses, it was traditional to meet in person, with some cocktails involved (if necessary).
While Silvana's main job wasn't face-to-face meetings, she needed them to be told how to proceed with her work. Information to file, contracts to analyze, email to respond, and a long etcetera. Sometimes, when the client was a tough nut to crack, that's when Silvana would enter the scene, capable of hypnotizing anyone with her physical attributes. But this was something she couldn't do very often because Silvana herself hated her body being used as a deterrent method.
She usually maintains a highly professional attitude during these meetings and only resorts to the old trick of undoing a couple of buttons on her shirt when she sees that the particular client is too hard to caramelize.
During the first weeks of isolation I would have accepted showing part of my cleavage in a wide neckline to a client just to have something to do.
Silvana was asking for jobs to do and this attitude even ended up boring some of her bosses who didn't know what tasks to assign her: 'Silvana, we're waiting for the borders to open so we can have in-person meetings, now we're doing some online; but they're not the same, and that's really delaying us... there are no more tasks for you, you've done everything already... take a few days off... indefinitely.'
The problem wasn't the money, Silvana continued receiving her salary every month. She even started feeling guilty about her privileged situation. While the world was debating in the midst of a pandemic, she could only stay at home staring at the ceiling. She no longer knew what else to watch on Netflix, tried reading something but found it impossible to concentrate, and discovered that lately she had been doing a lot of masturbation.
That also worried her. Silvana never liked giving in to the pleasures of the flesh. She always tried to ration these auto-pleasure sessions; but with so many free hours, it was frequent to end up in bed, with my pants around my knees, while rubbing my pussy. She couldn't even remember how she had ended up in that situation, it just happened. It was an unconscious act. More than once she found herself masturbating on the living room couch while watching a boring TV series or movie.
Calm down, Silvana, what's going on with you?, she would tell herself when she discovered her fingers inside her vagina. One of her occasional friends once told her: I masturbate when I'm bored. This seemed very unpleasant to Silvana - what kind of person masturbates just because they're bored? She didn't want to be part of the group of women who get off when they're bored. I have more self-control, she would tell herself... however, her ability to control her impulses was weakening with each passing day.
With much sadness, Silvana discovered that her quarantine routine didn't go below four daily... and that was the days she could control herself. She, who before could be weeks without touching her pussy with lust, now couldn't last four hours without doing it. The situation worsened when she realized her fingers weren't enough. Sometimes, in a hurry to get rid of this uncomfortable and humiliating practice, Silvana focused on rubbing her clitoris very quickly and forcing her fingers in, even though it hurt a bit. But her vagina was getting used to these small doses of punishment. Her fingers began to enter more easily and she could feel her sex saying: 'This isn't enough, give me more'.
A day of desperation led her to commit a madness. By email she had received an advertisement for a new 'virtual sex shop'. An online store where she could buy all the necessary toys to satisfy her sexual desires. Silvana had always kept away from that kind of object, didn't want a dildo spinning around her house. She would die of shame if any acquaintance found it by chance. Not even wanted to go through the situation of explaining to her boyfriend why she had a vibrator. But the heat was getting bigger and convinced herself that buying a dildo wasn't such a bad idea, given the peculiar situation. She entered her credit card data, her address and waited.
The next day a discreet package arrived for him. A black plastic-wrapped box, no one could suspect what it was about. When he returned to the privacy of his living room, he opened the package and took away a great surprise... a surprise 25 centimeters long and almost five wide.
Oh, damn... it's very big. This is not going to fit me ever, he thought while looking at it.
She selected the dildo from a catalog without looking too closely. In the photo it seemed smaller and she chose it because it had the shape of a real penis, didn't seem like a toy so much as a penile prosthesis with stiff fake testicles. Later Silvana would discover the fascinating use that could be given to the suction cup at the base. She would also discover that besides the error with the size of the dildo, she had committed two other mistakes.
Despite such a reproductive device (even if it were false), intimidated by it, Silvana was anxious to try it out. Only for having something to do that wasn't photosynthesizing with the light of the TV screen.
She stripped completely, something she only did when she was very excited, and started masturbating right there on the sofa. The first attempt disappointed her. With considerable effort, she managed to insert the head of the vibrator into her pussy; but it caused her a lot of pain to press harder. Definitely, her pussy wasn't made for penises that size... luckily her boyfriend's cock was much smaller. And thinking about this worried her - how would she explain to Renzo that she had bought a dildo bigger than his own penis? He'd see it as an insult. So Silvana decided to keep the vibrator in the smallest drawer of her bedroom dresser, one with a key and everything. That's where the toy ended up after the first (and failed) attempt.
A little later, she discovered her second mistake. When reviewing the purchase ticket, she felt uncomfortable seeing her full name on it; but what terrified her more was seeing the name of the person registered as the owner of the online sex shop: Vanina Marchetti. Her heart went up to her throat. She knew that name very well.
Some months before the pandemic, Silvana had worked with Sandra Marchetti and her daughter Vanina at in-person meetings. She remembered them very well. Sandra was a woman in her early fifties, empowered, elegant, serious, always wearing black glasses, red lips, and an air of superiority. She reminded her a bit of Cruella Deville (the Glenn Close version), especially with the wild hairstyle she used to wear. She also wore elegant outfits similar to Meryl Streep's in The Devil Wears Prada.
Vanina wasn't that different from her mother, she was 25 years old and looked much more like the current version of Cruella, played by Emma Stone. Both were slender and had prominent foreheads, which they wore with pride. That's why they advised Silvana to also wear a low-cut top during gatherings, as these two women liked to see confident women.
Silvana concluded a large business deal with Sandra Marchietti, serving as a link to a telecommunications company. Mrs. Marchetti was very interested in joining the investor group of that company. During all the meetings, Silvana showed herself absolutely professional and spoke mainly with Vanina, who was responsible for asking questions. They established a good professional relationship and Silvana knew she had managed to establish an important contact, which would likely serve her well in the future.
At least that's what she thought, until she saw the name Vanina on the purchase ticket. She had no idea how Vanina Marchetti ended up in charge of an online sex shop, imagined it was one of the many small or medium-sized businesses she owned, and wasn't very up to date on sales figures. Or maybe... she ran it herself and knew exactly who bought each product. This was the idea that took hold in Silvana's mind. She convinced herself that Vanina Marchetti was smiling at home while seeing what lovely toy absolutely professional Silvana DaCosta had bought.
I could almost imagine her telling Sandra about the matter. Almost I could hear the mocking comments of the two: 'Very proper and professional; but it seems she likes to get things up her pussy'.
Silvana had no idea how to calm down these voices that tormented her and the damage was already done. She couldn't do anything to reverse the purchase and erase her name from the sex shop's client list. And almost as if it were a deserved punishment, she went back to having a session with that big dildo.
She got down on her knees on her bed, with the plastic penis between her legs and completely naked. She masturbated for a while until her use the word: pussy started to moisten, she had bought a small bottle of lubricant along with the dildo; but thought she wouldn't need it. The lubrication had never been a problem for her. With her vagina already well covered in fluids, she began to sit on the head of the vibrator. This time was a bit further, she endured more pain (or rather, punished herself a bit more). She felt her use the word: pussy stretching towards limits that few times had reached, remembered some of her occasional lovers, those better endowed than Renzo and again invaded her with that psychological discomfort of being profaned.
She managed to get the fourth part of the dildo inside her vagina and that's when she started bouncing up and down on it. She tried to imagine she was having sex with her boyfriend; but it didn't work. Renzo wasn't that size... or by chance. She even felt like cheating him.
Silvana began to despair, because despite the shame it caused her for having resorted to a fake penis to calm her heat, what annoyed her most was that that damn plastic thing wouldn't go in. And she didn't want it to, no matter how hard she kept trying.
In the next session (just a day later) he decided to use the lubricant he had bought. 'Maybe it will help a bit'. And when he saw it, he discovered he had committed a third mistake.
One more time guilt, shame and that habit of insulting herself for giving in to her sexual instincts invaded her. Just her, who could so well control them. The small pot in her hand said: 'Anal lubricant'.
How could she be so stupid?
Now, besides having to put up with the humiliation of Vanina Marchetti knowing she had bought a vibrator, I had to add that she thought: 'Oh... it seems like she bought it to stick it up her ass'.
—The sluty mother, Silvana... you're an idiot! —she scolded herself out loud, while punching the pillow.
In the depths of her imagination, the shrill and strident laughter of Vanina and Sandra Machetti was echoing. She could see them asking:
What will they know in the company that Miss DaCosta likes to put 25-centimeter dildos up her ass?
Relax, Silvi —she told herself—. That's ridiculous. To start with... it's impossible for something that big to go in your ass. Immediately after that, she heard the response: But you've seen videos on the internet of girls putting in dildos as big as this... up their butt... it's not impossible to do.
She remained looking at the dildo, kneeling on the bed, with her sweaty body from the intense session she had before resorting to lubricant. Could that really go in her ass? Completely? The idea alone seemed crazy to her. She couldn't even get it in her pussy... how would she get it in her ass?
But the ass is not equal to the pussy, he said that intrusive voice of the unconscious.
What's the point of putting myself through this up my ass? —He asked himself out loud.
To do something different... something that's not staring at the ceiling between one masturbation and another.
Silvana doesn't usually resort to the excuse 'no one sees me' to misbehave. It wasn't easy for her to come to the conclusion that she wouldn't lose anything by trying... after all, she had been alone for more than two months, with no human contact (except virtual). There would be no witness to her inappropriate behavior.
(Except that damn purchase ticket: Anal lubricant)
He used a good amount of the content from the pot and distributed it profligately all over the surface of the dildo while looking at it without being able to stop thinking: 'This is going to hurt, I'm not going to like it and afterwards I'll feel like a cheap slut'.
Silvana was unable to understand that there could be pleasure in sticking things up her ass. She had the hypothesis that women in porn videos only did anal sex because it was very popular among male audiences. She believed that only men enjoyed this practice, due to the thrill of sticking it up a beautiful girl's ass. But from there to the girl enjoying it, there was a long stretch.
Should I take advantage of the opportunity to test her hypotheses about anal sex?
Silvana no wanted to remember the things she did during the pandemic with that dildo. Many of her actions from 2020 still caused her an unbearable shame. And neither did she want to spend all day doing self-masturbation.
He looked at the last drawer of the dresser and bit his lips. That toy was there, locked away since 2021, approximately. It had been over a year since he'd used it and Renzo didn't even know there was a dildo in the house, he'd never shown him. The drawer was closed and Silvana couldn't even remember where she'd put the small key. She knew she'd hidden it somewhere in her room. As if her brain also wanted to avoid the embarrassing reunion with the dildo, she had decided to forget the location of the little key.
Perhaps it's better this way —thought Silvana—, so as not to fall into temptation.
She got dressed quickly to get away from the internal demons that were leading her to masturbate (pure boredom, god... I hate myself). She left her apartment and took the elevator down in a desperate attempt to escape her room. She didn't even know what she was going to do. As she went down, she decided to stop by the bakery to buy something tasty.
Relax with desserts, Silvi, because these days you can't go for a run.
That annoying inner voice was right. If she was going to stay with her doctor at home, she wouldn't be able to afford running around Park Rivadavia and exposing herself to having her coworker see her.
But nothing was happening for a day.
He arrived at the ground floor and there he found Osvaldo.
What's up Silvana... didn't you go to work today?
No, I felt a bit bad, so I decided to stay home.
I didn't want to give him many explanations. Although his perspective on Osvaldo would have changed a lot, he still seemed like an annoying guy... and he discovered that he was still bothered by the way he looked at his body without any kind of pretence.
Well, I hope it improves... wouldn't it be good for them to warm up a bit?
She knew it referred to her prominent cleavage and the tight-fitting short she was wearing.
—Yes, yes... it's nothing. I just need a little rest. Ah, by the way Osvaldo. Does he know a good plumber? —He thought it was a good idea to steer the conversation towards a topic that didn't have anything to do with his clothes, or his body—. The kitchen faucet is dripping a lot, it's driving me crazy.
Ah, I'll have to replace the washer. If it's just that, there's no need to call a plumber, I can take care of it myself.
Mmm... —Silvana quickly analyzed the situation. It was better to have a known person at home (even if it was a bit annoying) than a complete stranger—. Can you do it well? If so, I'm willing to pay you for the repair.
—Yes, yes... stay calm. It's something very simple.
—Okay, when I have time I'll drop by my office.
He quickly left the building to not prolong the show his ass was giving the doorman, and walked a block that separated him from the bakery. He had arrived with the illusion of staying to chat with Karina and Rocío... or maybe seeing them in one of their sexual games. That would be interesting... much more interesting than staying home doing nothing.
However, as if the universe were saying to her 'today you're going to be bored, dear', she found herself at the bakery filled with people. Karina and Rocío were juggling to attend all the customers and it was obvious they weren't in the middle of a 'naughty game', they had to work. There wasn't time to have fun with nonsense.
Silvana greeted her with a smile from the back and signaled to Rocío to ask for a pair of lemon pie portions. Rocío made a great effort to prepare them and wrap them up. She handed them over saying you'll pay me later. Silvana understood she didn't even have time to use the cash register and left the store while some customers protested because she had received preferential treatment.
That same afternoon she enjoyed one of the portions of lemon pie (which was excellent), along with a generous serving of coffee. Meanwhile, she started channel surfing on TV, a clear sign that she was reaching the limit of her boredom. She doesn't even like watching TV. By chance, she ended up watching a football match. West Railway was facing Tristan Suarez. And it was just at that precise moment when the camera focused on Malik Diabaye... her neighbor. Silvana's smile slipped away. She wondered if the Ferro fans who sighed over Malik knew that the gentleman had a well-endowed cock ready to satisfy the curiosity of any beautiful woman who wanted to try it.
She had seen him completely naked. It was strangely fun to see on TV someone you'd seen without clothes... and in a sexual attitude. She even had porn videos of Malik...
And that's when he remembered the material for which he had to request medical leave. He hadn't seen it since then. He reviewed his phone. He had silenced Paulina out of fear that she would make comments about what Silvana had sent him just before leaving his office.
There were new messages, fortunately they didn't make a big deal out of that subject. Paulina had limited herself to sending him photos of hers in underwear or directly naked. Silvana smiled involuntarily at seeing how Paulina opened up the pussy in front of the camera. She loved having a friend who would open up to her with so much confidence. But what caught Silvana's attention (and made her lose interest in the football game) was a photo of Paulina with a dildo inserted into her ass. The image took a close-up of the girl's pussy and the hand holding the dildo, which was clearly well sunk into her ass. This image was accompanied by a text that said: 'I'm practicing so Malik can stick it in my ass'.
Silvana remained agape staring at her phone screen. Paulina's dildo was very far from reaching the dimensions of Malik's cock.
You're completely crazy, friend... that's not going to fit in everything like that — she wrote.
She didn't receive a response. That didn't matter, Paulina should be busy with something else. Still, she stayed surprised looking at the various photos she received with her friend's dildo up her ass.
This brought her memories as embarrassing as erotic. Silvana put her hand inside her small and tight white shorts and began to masturbate while remembering her first attempts with the well-filled anal lubricant dildo.
He done it on his bed, in the same position as some photos of Paulina, lying on her side and holding the plastic penis with one hand. He tried to push it in, like that, into his ass, and it was impossible. The only thing he received in return was a sharp pain and an uncomfortable burning.
Silvana found out that Paulina had sent her a new video: Look, this was my first experience with the dildo. This made Silvana's filters that made her behave like a lady fall. She took off her short and thong and started to insert her fingers while watching how she and Paulina had fought in the same way to introduce the tip of the dildo into their boots.
—Come on, it's getting in... it's getting in, whispered Silvana as she continued to pleasure herself.
At the same time he remembered how on a second attempt (a day after the first one) he had managed to insert the glans of that plastic penis into his anus. He suffered a lot, clenched his teeth, screamed but didn't stop...
It's getting in... —he continued saying.
And when finally the tip of the dildo managed to enter Paulina's ass, she let out a small cry of jubilation, the same one she gave when she succeeded in putting it in. And also a memory of pain invaded her... that had hurt a lot; but it was a triumph. She had set a pandemic goal and achieved it. Paulina had done the same thing and probably it also hurt her.
The bell rang and Silvana jumped because that special bell (more strident than the normal one) indicated to her that there was a person on the other side of the door.
Almost fell to the floor while trying to lift her thong, short and walk all at once. If she had fallen, she would have suffered a nasty accident against the glass mouse table. She scolded herself for this idiotic behavior. She should be more careful.
—It's coming... it's coming... —he said, finishing up getting dressed.
With her heart racing and the shame of being interrupted in mid-masturbation, Silvana opened the door.
—Ah, Oswald... is you. What do you need?
—Came for the repair you requested —the porter showed him his toolbox.
—Is today? Ah... I thought we'd leave it for another day.
I wanted to come as soon as possible because she said that the dripping of the faucet was driving her crazy.
—Yes, it's true... —and it was true. When the department was silent, the dripping of the faucet on the metallic surface of the dish rack drove her crazy—. Okay, fine... although... I didn't buy the spare.
Don't worry about that, I always have spare O-rings in the toolbox. It's the most common repair throughout the entire building.
—Oh I see... very well, there you have the faucet and tell me if you need anything.
Osvaldo passed next to her and fixed on how Silvana's large breasts seemed about to jump out of the sleeveless white sweater... and the worst is that she had taken off her bra as soon as she got back from the bakery. Her nipples were screaming look, we're here from under the fine fabric. Because of the thin layer of sweat covering her body, the sweater had stuck to her breasts, making the transparency of her nipples even more evident.
—She shouldn't open the door without a bra, Silvana —said Osvaldo, with absolute calm—. It would only give more reasons to the other tenants to complain about her way of dressing.
Do you mind?
No, absolutely not. I'm just saying it so you can avoid problems, nothing more. It's your home, as long as you're inside, you can dress however you want. Besides, it's hot today, even on days like this I wouldn't wear a sweater.
If it had been about a normal person, Silvana would have taken that comment as a double intention: 'It wouldn't be bad to see her tits a little more'; but she didn't notice any second intention in Osvaldo. He simply made an observation.
Silvana started noticing that this type of comment was habitual and didn't bring bad intentions with it. They still annoy her a bit (just like the way he looks at her); but she also finds them funny in part.
Smiled while they were approaching the sink and said:
I wouldn't go out like that on the street, Osvaldo. Don't worry about it. I like being comfortable at home, especially when it's hot.
It seems very well to me—began working at the pipe—. It shouldn't be easy to wear comfortable clothes with attributes so voluptuous. But I imagine you're already aware that at any moment a breast could slip out... they're not really protected there—the prominent cleavage was pointed out.
Silvana let out a giggle. Is this guy crazy? And no, he's not crazy... just odd and says things that the average person wouldn't say.
—Yes, I know it very well. If a breast slips out of my house, I don't worry about it, it's something that happens quite frequently. That's why I wouldn't wear this clothing on the street.
—But he did use it shorty, and you can see his whole butt...
Do you think so? Does it look like a lot?
Silvana admired the fitted white short and felt imposing, beautiful, desirable. It was true, half of her buttocks were visible. It was bold, almost defiant. As if she wanted to tell her boyfriend: 'Look, you wanted me to wear tight pants... here you have it'
—The truth is that I was surprised to see her leaving with that on the street. Although girls at the beach wear bikinis that show much more —she shrugged as if the topic didn't interest her—. Ah, and excuse me for not coming earlier. I stayed watching the Ferro game.
—Ah yes... I saw Malik was playing. Although I didn't stay looking, how did he get out?
Ferro won, Malik scored two goals.
Ugh... that means there will be parties tonight. I should talk to Malik, Osvaldo. They criticize my way of dressing; but he makes a lot of noise at night. He's a good guy, I don't want trouble with him... or anyone; but sometimes I have trouble sleeping because of the noise he makes.
I'll let you know as soon as I see him.
In that instant, Silvana felt a cold stream of water all over her back and when she turned around the water soaked her front shirt right on her breasts. She futilely covered herself with her hands.
Oh, Osvaldo... the dirty mother...
—Sorry, Silvana... sorry. I thought you had already closed the passageway key.
No, no... I didn't touch anything —Silvana launched herself to close the blessed key and thus the water stopped jumping. She noticed that Osvaldo was looking at her with flushed cheeks. Now his tits were perfectly visible under the wet fabric.
I apologize a thousand times, Silvana...
It's fine. Don't worry, it's over... I'm going... um... I'll change. You finish fixing this.
He left the doorman alone with the faucet and she got into her room. Once again that strange sensation of having been humiliated in front of another person invaded her. Osvaldo had seen all her tits and she couldn't stop thinking about Paulina's video and that, maybe, if she found the key to the dresser drawer, she could do the same thing too.
She took off the wet shirt and, on autopilot, started searching for the small key everywhere. She rummaged through the drawer of the bedside table, the closet, and it occurred to her to look under the mattress, between the bed's elastic straps. She thought she remembered putting the key there.
I was on my knees looking under her bed when a voice said:
—I'm done with the waxing, it's perfect now. It won't lose shape anymore. Ah... Silvana, and if she goes out on the street wearing that short, I recommend she doesn't bend over like that. She'll get marked up a lot...
—Ah... Osvaldo, I told him I was changing. —Silvana covered her breasts with her hands, instinctively.
—The door to the room is open, I thought you had already finished getting dressed. Plus... are you going to tell me that he keeps his clothes under the bed?
It's that... I was looking for the key that opens the drawer of the dresser.
He signaled the furniture and without wanting to left one of her breasts free. She quickly covered it back up and felt ridiculous. It didn't make much sense to cover herself anymore. She had already been exposed in front of Osvaldo and covering herself that way only made her feel more vulnerable. She didn't have to be ashamed of her breasts.
—Ah, I see now… but it's not necessary to use a key. Those little chests have fantasy locks. They're very easy to open —he pulled out a screwdriver from his pocket and crouched down next to the dresser.
It's not necessary, Osvaldo, I'll open it myself... said Silvana, with desperation. She approached the man without covering her breasts yet.
Don't worry, Silvana. It's just a second, let me... click... . Already open.
Silvana was about to scream at him not to open the drawer, but her reaction was too slow. She saw it appear, like in slow motion, that beige-colored dildo with its 25 pure presence centimeters.
—Ah, I see why he wanted to open the drawer. He had left this inside it.
—Leave that there, Osvaldo. It's not his concern —she hastened to say, with her cheeks flushed.
For all that the guy was autistic, at this moment he wanted to kick him in the face for getting involved with his things without asking permission. But... obviously didn't do it. He couldn't get angry with him, who was only trying to help her.
Don't worry, Silvana... If I had to hear 'don't worry, Silvana' one more time, I'd blow up-. It doesn't matter to me what you do with these artbooties. Neither will I say anything to anyone. I understand that these are private things. But... what's this?
Osvaldo took out of the drawer a black object with an unusual shape, with curves, narrow parts and others wider. It was about the length of a hand. He was looking at it as if it were an alien object.
The mind of Silvana filled with pandemic memories. Trying the dildo in her ass had been a great mistake, because that convinced her that, with effort and consistency, she would be able to put it in. Her ass didn't seem to offer as much resistance as her pussy. Why did she want to put it in? Just to have something to do... an objective... and to feel something that wasn't just simple masturbation. In the end, that's why she had bought the dildo.
The problem was that he had spent all the anal lubricant in the first attempts, there was none left. The pot was too small. Reviewing the online sex shop discovered they came in much larger pots. Biting his lips in front of the screen wondered if it would be a good idea to buy that product again. And no, it wasn't. It was a terrible idea, knowing that on the other side there was someone who knew who she was, where she lived and where she worked. Someone with whom he had had business talks.
In spite of this, he bought it anyway.
Simply couldn't resist the temptation. He didn't know of another sex shop that would send him art booties to his house so quickly. He clicked on the screen and acquired the product without debating further.
The next day a new box arrived, with a presentation as discreet as the previous one. She opened it and discovered the horror. Along with the pot of 'Anal Lubricant' in large letters, there was another exactly the same one. And to this, that strange object shaped like a futuristic branch, with knots and curves and bends. 'I didn't order anything like this', was Silvana's first thought. But next to the objects was a white paper. She took it out and read:
I'm sending you a little gift, Silvi. Courtesy of the house. I hope you enjoy it. Kisses
I was signing it myself, Vanina Marchetti.
Silvana thought that maybe it would be best to jump off the balcony, to spare herself from humiliation. But that would have been a highly exaggerated reaction. Yet, her great nightmare had become reality. Vanina knew (already without any doubt) that she, Silvana DaCosta... the correct Silvana DaCosta, had bought a 25-centimeter dildo to stick it up her ass.
No... the slut mother. I want to kill myself —Silvana lamented, falling onto the couch. She covered her face with her hands—. I can't have this much bad luck, my mother's pussy. Who makes me be so pathetic?
If I could even imagine how I would start the next business meeting, with Vanina asking.
—And, how are you, Silvana? Could you get the dildo in your ass? Did you manage to put it all in? All the way down? Same... I don't know why I'm asking. I already imagine the answer... by now you must be an expert at getting dildos up your butt.
—Silvana, your mom's pussy —she insulted herself.
And a voice ripped her out of her memories, it was Osvaldo, returning her to a present as uncomfortable as those quarantine days.
Do you stick this up your ass, Silvana? I think it's for that purpose.
He's asking too many questions, Osvaldo. And very inappropriate ones. Leave that alone... it doesn't concern him whether I put this on or not.
It's fine, you're right. I didn't mean to bother you, it's just... I was surprised that you have this kind of toys. Not the dildo, that doesn't surprise me as much, many women have one. It just seemed weird that you like putting things up your ass.
—Oh, stop it Osvaldo. Stop saying those things... —he looked at her with anger and his arms crossed. The man left the toy inside the box, and stood up with his head hung low, like a puppy that's just been scolded. His eyes were fixed on Silvana's breasts—. If you've finished with the makeup, let me pay you. I have things to do.
—Yes, I can already imagine what things she has to do.
Silvana clenched her teeth. Osvaldo didn't have bad intentions, that's what she knew... knew so well it hurt to hold back the urge to send him straight to hell.
What I have to do doesn't concern him. Neither does what I'm sticking up my ass.
Ay, Silvana... silent you defend yourself better, said a little voice in her head.
Without even covering her breasts, she searched for some bills in her purse and gave Osvaldo a generous tip for the services rendered.
I hope he doesn't talk to anyone about what happened here today.
Don't worry about it, Silvana... damn... that automatic and condescending phrase again... I won't tell anyone anything. If you like sticking things up your ass, that's your business.
Silvana was about to cry with rage. She wanted that man to stop making humiliating comments... but it wasn't his fault. He didn't understand the conversation codes like any person and should always keep that in mind.
—See you later, Osvaldo... and remember that I never admitted to having it up my ass. Is that clear? Having the toy doesn't mean I used it. It was a gift. I didn't even ask for it.
—Ah, I see now... well, he'll have to tell his boyfriend to consult with you before giving him gifts.
No, no... nor let it occur to you to mention this to Renzo. He doesn't know anything about that toy. He wasn't the one who gave it to me.
—Ah... —this seemed to confuse Osvaldo's fragile mind. Silvana thought that her simple way of understanding the world couldn't find another explanation. If it wasn't her boyfriend, then who could have been?—. Anyway... the lubricant pot is half empty... and I read that it said: “Anal Lubricant”. So... it's obvious he put it up his ass, Silvana.
The world of Silvana seemed to freeze in that instant of extreme humiliation. Osvaldo may be autistic; but he's not any fool. And he pays a lot of attention to details. Too much.
There's no need to be Sherlock Holmes to deduce that if she had a toy that served exclusively for putting it up her butt and also an old jar of anal lubricant, it was because... indeed... she had put it in well up the arse.
The anus of Silvana puckered up as she remembered the sensation it produced when she used that toy for the first time. She did it on her bed, completely naked, with a lot of anal lubricant and said: 'It's done, I have it... if they sent it to me, I'll use it. The damage is already done. I won't gain anything by not using it'. She considered that little toy would make it easier to prepare her anus for the immense 25-centimeter consolator.
The first part went in easily, it was like inserting a finger from your own hand. Then it got harder, there were wide parts that required her to push with force and her ass felt the intrusion. The first wide part entered, the second took a bit more effort and with the third she spent good minutes struggling. She had to pull out the toy two or three times to lubricate it again... and finally, with perseverance and much pressure... zaz! The third wide part managed to enter.
He pressed the base of the anal toy without knowing that would activate the vibration function. Silvana let out a scream from surprise and then started laughing like a madwoman. She never imagined she'd have a vibrator stuck up her ass.
At first the laughs were because it felt ridiculous and because the toy was vibrating so fast it was tickling him. He pressed the button, trying to turn it off, and discovered that this changed the vibration function to another one that was slower... but more powerful. This produced much more interesting sensations for her.
—Whoa... —he said while rubbing his pussy—. It's not that bad at all.
Silvana spent a long time inserting her fingers and testing the different programs of the vibrator. Some faster, others slower. Soft and powerful. There were many and they seemed to have been designed specifically to generate pleasure. A lot of pleasure.
—God... this is so good...”—she said while getting down on all fours and rubbing her clitoris.
That night Silvana had some of the most fun orgasms of her life and, finally, after so many days of monotony, she was feeling something different.
—And it shows that he liked using it —said Osvaldo, suddenly bringing her back to the present without warning—. Because of how big the lubricant pot is, it shows that he used it many times.
I was living the nightmare that I had feared so much when I received that anal toy. May someone discover my humiliating secret: yes, I had put it up my ass... and on several occasions. In fact, I spent most of the pandemic with that blessed toy stuck in my ass. I used it so much that I completely ran out of the first anal lubricant pot (the big one), and half of the second.
I'll put it up my ass... and maybe I'll do it again tonight too. That's why I was looking for the key. I want to stick it up my ass again.
—I can't imagine how that could be a pleasant practice —said Osvaldo, scratching his prominent bald spot—. But well, it's their butt. They'll have their reasons.
—And those reasons didn't concern her —she didn't care anymore that the guy was looking at her tits, she had other reasons to be more worried—. And besides...
That's why he took his time to answer me - said Osvaldo, ignoring her completely -. He was masturbating. Now I understand... and that explains with her nipples - one of Silvana's nipples was pinched by two of the doorman's fingers.
Ah! Osvaldo, what's he doing?
They're very hard, he said, as if he hadn't heard her. Women's nipples get hard when they have sexual relations... or when they masturbate - he said it in a tone so neutral that it seemed like phrases read from the same Wikipedia.
The worst for Silvana wasn't bearing that guy squeezing her nipples and making her hurt... no, no, that was far from being the worst. The most humiliating thing was that her pussy had reacted directly to this stimulus. She could feel herself getting wet and getting hot all of a sudden, as if they had activated the switch next to the sign 'Press for Silvana's pussy to open its gates and initiate natural lubrication'.
It functioned so well that it had to suppress a moan that rose up to his throat when Osvaldo returned to pinch the nipple with his sturdy fingers.
—Ah... enough, Osvaldo. Please, leave. I need to be alone.
The guy let her go immediately, as if he had burned his fingers with the temperature of Silvana's nipples.
—Okay, I'm really sorry. It wasn't my intention to upset you. Have a good day. See you later.
When Osvaldo left (finally), he put the sexual toys inside the drawer, hoping to forget about them. It had been an error searching for the key. It was better to have those instruments of lust out of his reach.
She could keep her mind occupied until the time to sleep. Mostly thanks to the humiliation she suffered with Osvaldo having been big enough for her not to feel like getting laid.
She lay down completely naked, the night was special for sleeping without clothes. She closed her eyes hoping to fall asleep... and that thing she feared so much happened.
The rocking started slow and gradually accelerated, then female moans began to harmonize with this so sexual rhythm.
Silvana would have preferred to be at a restaurant with her boyfriend; but she had to settle for staying there listening to Malik giving all the cock to one of his whores, probably to celebrate Ferro's triumph, while she was masturbating alone in her bedroom, looking sideways at the last drawer of the dresser.
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