My client's boredom - a gift from Ayana.

I parked in front of Marcelo's mansion, he wanted to talk to me, I was ready to go see Vilma, and the man wouldn't let me. I had to change my whole plan to see if I could negotiate with the widow, see if I could close the deal as it was, or if it didn't work out, by trying to find out more information about the grandson's proposal, this Hiran. I rang the bell, and they let me in, and I headed for the pool as directed. "Marcelo, good morning, you wanted to talk to me? I was going to talk to Vilma". "Hey, Lara, wait, don't get in touch with her for a while". He was sitting, shirtless, loose trousers, navy blue, and barefoot. "No! But wasn't that what you wanted me to do until yesterday?" "I've changed my mind. "Just coffee. So why did you change your mind?" "After you gave me Hiran's data, I changed my plans. "We're less than four days away, and we still have all the banking and paperwork". "That's not going to be a problem. The real problem is knowing who this guy is". "I told you, Julia told me that the figure is not someone very reliable, at least among realtors". "All the more reason for us to wait until it's good for you". "What do you mean, you know something?" "Just a hunch, I didn't like the guy when I saw his face. "Photograph! Did you get a picture of him that fast?" "Social media, it's not that complicated nowadays, especially when the guy likes to show off. He passed the phone and I examined this grandson of Vilma. Less than thirty years, a smile affected on his face, a face of self-confidence, it was not for nothing that Marcelo did not like him. The two were similar, handsome, young and with a lot of money, I guessed that Hiran was rich. Maybe not as much as Marcelo. When I returned the phone I noticed that Marcelo didn't take his eyes off my legs. I had a chess suit, a beige silk blouse. If I had known, I would have come in trousers. The pleasure showing off the twisted muscles and that smile of a teenager who has never seen a knee. I closed my face to see if he understood and continued the conversation. "And what are your people doing now, spying on the guy?" "Spying, no, no, very strong word. It's a study of the person, who he is, and especially where this proposal came from that we didn't know. Who are the guys he represents". Spying, I thought, as I tried to control myself not to laugh in his face, I was distracted by removing the enamel from my teeth. "What's that? What's that face?" "Nothing, I... is there any chance I can keep my commission?" "Maybe, but don't count on it. What matters is whether they can't cover our offer. That's what my funders are worried about". Well, it would be too much to want him to be worried about me or Enzo's problems, because the way Marcelo really wanted to show that he was more powerful than the other, man's business, I'd seen that hunter's smile on a lot of people's faces, it wasn't anything new. The more primitive animal side that they preserve to this day, by the way. "And how long do we wait, a day or two?" "Wednesday". I heard the sounds of leaps hitting the stone floor, and when I turned, I found Ayana dressed in a distinctly African garb, an ocher turban on her head, and a brightly colored dress - blue, orange, and green - that highlighted the young woman's breasts, much of them visible, and one of her thighs showing through the opening of her skirt. "Lara, good to see you, darling!" "Good to see you too, Ayana!" She barely let me get up, gave me a strong hug, a super nice perfume, I confess I was embarrassed, especially when I got the scenes of Friday during the massage, especially with Marcelo near us. "Oh! Your earrings. You forgot about them". She handed me the earrings, and I thanked her, and the little girl looked agitated, dressed like she was going to a party, but it was just to stay home. "After you guys finish talking, I need to talk to you. She laughed and I made a face like I didn't understand anything. "A gift she wants to give you". "Oh, all right, later". "Yes, later on. And he held me tight. "I'm going to get some sodas, okay?" She snorted like a well-behaved girl, laughed at Marcelo and stormed off like she was on a catwalk. I lost my way when I sat down again. Marcelo studied me with a smirk on his face. "So, Marcellus, Wednesday won't be too late, can't we miss the sale?" "It's a possibility, but if his bid is lower, we can wait a while, and depending on the case, we can make a new bid". "Bigger than that?" "Maybe less, if their value is much lower than ours, there's no need to pay more, do you agree?" It might be good for him and the partners in the end, but it didn't solve my problem for me. "You're right. Well, then let me go". "Don't forget Ayana, she won't stop talking about you". Is it about the present? "Yes, about him, your present". ♪ ♪ I knocked lightly on the door, it was a long corridor, several rooms on the second floor of the building. I heard a scream and a laugh, the door opened and Ayana appeared, the laughter full, the big kisses. "Hey, what's up?" He pulled me by the arm, I don't know if it was Marcellus's quarters, a bit Spartan for what his taste would be, but still, a big bed, a TV mounted on the wall, some built-in cupboards. Ayana left me in the middle of the room and went towards a chest of drawers and took out a box and from it a necklace, wonderful, a necklace of seashells joined by a gold-plated chain and on it a pendant with a sea-blue stone. "For you, Lara!" "To me? Whoa! What a beauty! She tried to speak in Portuguese, but it was clear that she lacked the words. "Ikele, be you, do you know?" "Happiness"? I found it difficult to understand what she wanted to talk about. Ah, the luck?" "Oxum, protector of my family". "Oh, your family, the protector?" "Yes! I know your problems and I, I want to te... give you". "Do you want to give it to me as a present?" The girl smiled in confirmation. I put it around my neck and she helped me tie it around my neck. Then she took me to the closet door, opened it, and I admired myself in the mirror. It was incredibly beautiful. "Beautiful to die for!" She didn't understand the words, but she understood what I was saying. I gave her a hug, a tight hug, she smelling of roses. We stayed like this for a while, until Ayana leaned me against the closet door. Looking at us, her eyes shining Ayana showed that she wanted a kiss, we put our lips together, a seal, I didn't even notice when I closed my eyes a pleasant atmosphere, she forced and invaded my mouth with her tongue. They saw the pictures of our kiss on Friday. I felt my breasts swell, the heat in my waist. Our tongues rolled in my mouth, we began to groan. I tried to pull him away from me, but it was impossible. I only left the girl more anxious, the turban fell with a dry noise on the floor. We started drooling, I've never had a kiss like that. So obscene and erotic, a delicious kiss. Ayana stuck her hand inside my skirt. A fright, I even opened my eyes when she started teasing me with her anxious fingers over my panties. "No, wait a second!" Come on, I want you. The touches became more intimate, abused, feeling my bristles, my lips, until they squeezed in between them, opening me, provoking me, eyes in eyes, mouths open and moans emerging contained. "Oh, my God, girl!" She laughed, biting my neck, licking my ear, my body trembled, Ayana knew how to touch a woman, how to provoke her instincts, I began to wet myself, my juices trickling down her fingers, my heart leaping. "Ayana, wait, please, please! The more I asked, the bolder she got. She got down on her knees in front of me, crazy, insane. She pulled down my panties, opened my vagina with her fingers. She examined me first. Then, with her eyes closed, she began to masturbate me with her tongue, the nerve endings of my clitoris. There came a deep, obscene kiss, sucking me and licking me in the middle of my vulva, and I grabbed Ayana by the hair if I could... well, my body asked for it, but I knew I couldn't. I pulled the girl by her hair, made her look at me. "No Ayana, no! No! Not now! I am married. Married!" "Oh, darling, you are so... sweet". She sniffed at me like she was addicted to me, to my scents, like a girl in love and very naughty. "Crazy, you crazy notionless girl! I have to go away. I have to work. I work now. Do you understand?" She sighed, put on my panties and stood up, all I needed was a young woman in love with me. "I want to fuck you, eat you in bed". "Another day... another day... today can't be, and I can't do it with my husband... and Marcellus is still out there". She wasn't satisfied, but what could I do? Become a girl's lover? Imagine telling that at home, imagine Enzo knowing that with all our problems, I was cheating on him with a woman, not even a man. It was too much for my head, even more with so many problems to solve. "Okay, sorry about that, Lara". "No problem, I... I can't make this... I, I got married, you understand?" "You are so hot! I like you, okay?" "I know, it was really amazing. It never happened to me, what happened on Friday. Never. Another day, another occasion?" Ayana acted like she didn't understand a word I was saying, and we laughed and ended up hugging. "Sorry girl. Thank you for present". I showed her the necklace and she corrected me. "Gift". What is that? "Oh, yeah, yeah". I said goodbye and ran out the hallway, still packing my skirt, my hair, I didn't even notice when I got to the living room. I was like, "Hey!" I was startled to see Marcelo looking at me, still shirtless, just his pants loose and barefoot. "I'm sorry, I didn't see you Marcelo, I was going to work, I was going home". "Wait, let me see the present she gave you". We got close, he held the necklace, he felt the weight. "So, is that Oxum's necklace?" "Yeah, that's what Ayana said, for good luck, which I've been needing". I didn't even have the courage to look the man in the eye, I felt watched, scrutinized. "I have to go. I'll call you later". I said, "Wait!" I came back, I saw him reach down and pick up two wet wipes. "Your face is stained". I didn't understand anything, I put the handkerchiefs on my face, he pointed to my chin. When I looked at the handkerchiefs, they were lipstick marks. I thought I would faint. Marcelo with a cynical smile on his face. "That side is still missing. Let me clean it". He took my handkerchiefs and wiped them, then he had the impertinence to show the blurred red stains on the handkerchief. "Ayana's been talking about you all weekend". I shivered as he tied up the handkerchiefs and put them in an ashtray. "Did he speak?" "He thought you were great, a special customer". "Marcelo, we don't need to go into details, I don't like to talk about these things". "But she didn't tell me much, except that, well, Ayana wouldn't stop talking about you". He paused to straighten his hair, and went on. "Young people, young people are like that, intense, when they fall in love". "Very, very intense indeed". He laughed again, kind of arrogantly, and I took a deep breath, wondering what had happened to them that weekend. ♪ ♪ That night, I was on one of the deck chairs by the pool, drinking a glass of whiskey, thinking about life, and I didn't even notice when she approached. I thought it was strange, a mark in the middle of the white trousers, the hair out of alignment. Ayana stopped in front of me, a grin on her face, letting me examine her body. The wet pants let me see the curves of the muzzle, the combs marked on the soaked fabric. Deliciously indecent. Inevitably, I hardened in front of her. I took another sip of the whiskey while she examined me. (Laughter) She took a step, and I stretched out my arm. I stroked her rolled-up thigh, climbing up until I found the fleshy little mouthpiece still inside her lycra shorts. She laughed feeling my touches more and more abused. "She ate you, you ate her?" Ayana just smiled, sat next to me, stared at me with her eyes shining, she held me tight, felt my horny, and then she squeezed her torso harder and harder. I was like, "Aaaannh!" "Do you like it, Tchelo?" "Very much so". "Good. like this?" She exposed me whole, tall, hard, looked down and laughed at what she saw, held me by the head, fingertips in a gentle, exciting massage, and I started to poke my head, I love it when they do that to me. "Ahhh! Girl!" he said. Nice, nice and strong. "Ooohh! Yes, strong, that. Aaah! This is more!" She held me by the trunk, a strange look as if hypnotizing me, the fist was gaining strength, becoming agitated, and she did not take her eyes off me. "Girl, that was good!" She laughed, savoring what she was doing with me, proud, and she made a little kiss, and she dropped a drop on the tip, and it ran down the cable, wet the bags, and she lubricated me with her spit. I could see the nipples of her breasts pointing at the top that she was wearing, those steep little breasts, I put my hand under my blouse and squeezed the fleshy fruit, Ayana groaned deliciously and did the same with my balls, using her fingernails to scratch my scrotum. "Bitch, whore!" She understood, and she laughed, then she lowered her head towards my cock, smelled her head, licked it slowly, just with the tip of her tongue. She opened her mouth, showed her teeth and bit me, right on the head, slowly swallowing me like a snake, gorging, until it reached my throat. We moaned together, until Ayana lost her breath and came out, and she became a shiny slob with her chin attached to my dick. She saw that I was ready, and she took off her blouse and then her pants, and that perfect, slender body sat on top of me, in my lap. I held the girl by the waist and she began to roll her hips on my body, massaging my dick, eyes in my eyes, I felt the combs scratching my skin, the jelly of the bottle mixing with the saliva of the spit. An incredible hard-on and I feel the vagina getting hotter and hotter Ayana lifted herself up enough with the tips of her fingers to make me find the tiny hole, a new vagina. "Fuck you, girl!" She gave me a good laugh while you pooped me into that molasses cave, the juices burning my stick. "Yeeeehh! Tchello, my gosh!" He said. It was as if she were balding me, her tight little mouth swallowing me whole. Deeper and deeper. The girl was boiling and she was going up and down, beating me with her round ass. Her breasts swaying to the rhythm of the fuck. I ended up crushing those tasty, tender nipples. Ayana screamed and groaned. "Fuck, girl, yeah, that's hot, that's hot, that's hot, girl". She was still agitated, going up and down, moaning loudly. "Yeaah! Oooohh! Mannnn! Aaaahhh!" and I was like, I bit the girl's tits, I licked her with my kisses, my pussy throbbed, the molasses wet my thighs, I grabbed her round hips, I stomped. "Oooohh! Aaaahh! Man, come on. Come on with me. Please, please!" Ayana stood up high enough, touched herself in front of me. A restless siren, she reached the apex. A loud cry, her legs trembling. There was a hot pee, an insane orgasm, wetting my waist, and I loved the sensation of the boner exploding in it, and Ayana put me back inside. "Fuck me, Tchelo, fuck you, fuck you!" I filled the little tub with fucking, hot, creamy fucking, and it came out in jets, and it hurt my head with a stick, and she was screaming, and I was squeezing her tits really hard. It was... ♪ ♪ It's incredible, incredible! "What was so amazing about Marcellus?" "Nothing, nothing! I was just thinking out loud". He laughed awkwardly like he remembered something shitty. I know, I can imagine. "Oh, of course not, nothing happened". "Just what I needed". "But I didn't say anything, did I?" We looked at each other, he with a sleepy face, I with a brave face. "Well, let me go. I'll run after other sales. Then let me know when I can go to Vilma". Let my people know what's going on, then you deal with her". "Shit you mean, stop getting my commission". He shook his head like it wasn't a big deal. "See you then". See you. He put his hands in his pants pockets, trying to hide his erection. Like a little boy.