My client's pain in the ass-- in my mouth, okay?

I woke up in the morning, crushed, the last dream was horrible, it just left me down. I looked in the mirror, I looked like an old woman, headless, the eyes stronger than normal. I'm in desperate need of a peel, no way, not until after I close that deal with Vilma. My phone rang again, it was the second time, and it wasn't even eight o'clock in the morning! Surely Marcelo's annoying, let him wait. Let me at least get ready. ♪ ♪ My sixth sense doesn't fail me. They were messages from the daredevil. 'I need to talk to you, urgently!' It was the message, dry, not even to give a good day I put the phone on the stand and drove away thinking to call Vilma, but Marcelo called me first. "Hello Marcellus, how are you?" My voice was still thick and I was trying to cover it up. "Hello, good day to you!" "Where are you?" "In the car, I want to see you go to Vilma". "There's an ox on the line, come over to my house, we have to change our plans". "Then give me your address". "You don't know?" "No, you didn't talk to me". "Shit, I'm waiting for you in the Fortress Houses". "It'll take me half an hour". "All of this!?" "It's the traffic, no Marcellus! The traffic is still heavy at this time and you live far away". "Go on then. Bye!" See you. He wasn't the first bored customer to come to me, I've had the same for properties that gave me much less. What I was worried about was this "boy on the line". Funding problems? God forbid. I took a deep breath and used all my patience to cross the city at that time. I arrived at Vivendas about forty minutes later, and they pointed out Marcelo's residence, no surprise, a three-story mansion, glass windows, white walls, a small garden in the entrance behind a fence. Of course, very expensive, with swimming pool, tennis court, sauna, barbecue, games room, I didn't even have to go inside to know what it would be like, a certain lack of imagination of the architects, and often of the owners. I rang the bell and identified myself. "The doctor is in the living room, he's already waiting for you". I walked into a large room with a wooden floor, a huge TV in front of a sofa for eight, in orange, a dining table for at least ten, and even a fireplace with a view of the mountains in the distance. It took me a while, but I found Marcellus sitting in one of those wicker chairs that get stuck in the ceiling, with the face of a few friends, the fingertips of his hands clenching, as if he was about to say a prayer, and his eyes lost in a painting showing a naval battle. "Marcelo!" He said. He didn't even stand up, just shot me with his eyes. I've been trying to reach you since before eight. "Sorry Marcellus, I did not have a good night's sleep". He took a deep breath, kind of trying not to piss me off, and that's when I noticed a girl coming in from the other side of the room, wearing a black hoodie, breasts exposed, she must have been in her 20s, pretty, but she looked angry, and she came over and we shook hands with a nod. Marcellus introduced us. "Lucy and Lara, Lara and Lucia". "It is Livia, Marcellus!" I swallowed dry, embarrassed, and the cowardly girl passed her hands by, straightening her straight hair. "Will you take me home?" "Ask for an uber. The housekeeper asks for you". "Uber! Saco! Next week I can't. I'm going to take some time off". It's all right. The impatient look made it clear that the man wasn't up to the conversation, and the little girl was touching herself and going out in style, and she went down on a coffee table and got a vibrator, and that's when I realized it was there, a big blue one with a clitoral stimulator. She picked up the machine, and she looked at me as she stood up, and a smile formed on her face as she put the tip of her console on her lips, and she blinked, and she walked back like she was parading on a catwalk. I was blown away, it was the first time, no client had ever shown me an escort, I'm lying, but not a dress in those suits, much less holding a vibrator. Marcelo and I looked at each other. An intense exchange of glances. I don't know what that meant, I just know that Marcelo didn't seem at all ashamed. To me it appeared written on his forehead: dumb and handsome. "We have a problem". "Hum?" he said. You don't have another 12 days to settle the matter with the widow. "No, why?" "One of the investors wants the matter settled by next week or he quits. I don't know if I can gain Vilma's trust in even less time. "Your problem, if you want to earn your commission solve it. That's why you're paid, very well paid by the way". I wanted to fuck it all up, but I couldn't, the image of my kids, my house, Enzo. "Okay, I'll see what I can do". ♪ ♪ I got into the car with my cell phone on, and I was driving faster than usual, and Vilma's phone wasn't answering, and I started to get even more nervous, and I kept driving until the voice of one of Vilma's employees came. "Hello!" he said. Hello, this is Lara, the broker, could I speak to Mrs. Vilma? They didn't answer, the person seemed to be talking to someone or the line went dead. "Hey! Who's speaking? Are you listening to me?" Nothing, I'm just driving around scared I'll end up passing the sign. "Hello?" he said. "Yes, I wanted to speak to Mrs. Vilma". "Mrs. Vilma is unwell today, she's in bed, the doctor just left". "I needed to talk to her. Could she answer me?" Again a silence and I'm starting to have a bad feeling. "Unfortunately, it doesn't work, Lara, the doctor has recommended that she be isolated, age, you understand, it looks like the flu". I almost passed the signal, just barely, my heart was pounding, it seemed like fate was conspiring against me. "OK. I'll call tomorrow, who knows she'll be better. I need to take care of something with her. It's urgent, if she gets better you can call me at any time. Day or night". "Okay, I'll pass along your message". The brigade. "It's all right". I went home distressed, I didn't know what to do. It was almost eleven o'clock and I had no other appointment. I ended up having lunch with the kids, Enzo didn't come back until the evening, the kids left for English class and then the gym, I was alone at home, which is rare, so as not to get more nervous, I went to the office to study the documents of Vilma's land, studying the documentation to see if there was any problem, I even talked to people in the office to see how to speed up the process. This phase of signing the transfer papers is always stressful, the clients are super nervous, everybody's scared, so I made some calls, talked to people who know more about selling land. Everything seemed fine, the problem was the deadline and now this difficulty talking to the landlord, it was making me suspicious, I don't know, I was anxious, I decided to take a bath to relax. Instead of the shower I decided to go for the bath, I had not used for a long time. And today I knew I needed to calm down. The night was not good, the most frustrating day yet. I turned on the faucets, put my salts in, and as I undressed, I remembered the girl on the show holding the vibrator against her mouth, and Livia came out laughing, and I felt my body shiver, a throb in my stomach, the sweat in my vagina, that shiver that precedes a good masturbation. I looked at myself in the mirror, my hand caressed my combs, my breasts numbed, I laughed at myself, naughty, obscene, there are times when I like to feel like this, there are times when I feel like I'm turning into someone else, I'm turning into someone other than myself. I was like, "Aaaah!" My fingers began to tease me, touching me while I looked at that sassy woman in the mirror, in those hours I think I'm beautiful, I've been more, it made Enzo always excited, always crazy to take me to bed. "Whoa whoa whoa!" He says I turn into an asshole, and I like being Enzo's bitch. I'm playing with the sound of the water filling the bathtub, and I have a really bad idea. Why not? I haven't used mine in a long time. Mine wasn't as big as hers, it was old, but it worked very well. Enzo gave it to me about five years ago, and I went to the cupboards and I found my naughty little girl toy. That's perfect. It was very realistic, a brunette with bulging veins, a well-drawn head. I went back, locked the door, and went into the bath. I put my toy in the outlet, I turned on the hydraulics, and I went under, and it was delicious, the hot water, the salts to get the heavy energy out, and I stayed like this for a while until I needed to breathe, and it was like a bag of cement started coming off my back. I put the liquid soap, I didn't have Alecrim, I ended up putting Maracujá. That nice perfume, I smoothed my skin, the foam came up as I touched myself, it provided me. I let the hydro beat my back, my lower back ached, my cervical muscles were stiff, the steam mixing with the foam, the constant noise of the hydro. I rested my head on the edge, relaxed, closed my eyes and let myself float, and I could feel my heart beating, my body partly out of the water, my face, my breasts, my belly and my vulva. A mixture of temperature, cold and heat, the foam and the water caressing my body, I put my hands on my thighs, they let me pack, my beaks got big, I got chills, all I need is a story to turn me on, but with whom? I was thinking about Enzo, but that got me, as they say... someone different, someone new, someone hot... someone with a really big dick, just to hurt myself. I was like, "Aaaah! I don't know, a different one, more abused, but who? "Oh, no, Marcellus, if Lara calls, you've had your fun, but you don't have to be pedantic". As I imagined the story and the man who would eat me, my fingers caressed the frost, my clitoris became swollen, fat, my juices began to pour from my vagina, someone began to appear, a still-cloudy image. "Aaaahh! Aaaahh! Here? Then take it off, let me see it". A black guy, no shirt, athletic chest, broad shoulders, but I still couldn't see his face. "Unbutton it and show me". The big hands unfastened the belt, then the golden button of the tight jeans, the pants came down as if I had pulled. A fleshy hose, pulsating veins, barely fit in my hand, I love those moments before a good masturbation, fingers opening my lips, itching me inside. "Mmmmmm, man, what the heck?" With eyes closed trying to imagine the scene, trying to see the face, the figure was defined, he was smiling, beautiful. "Douglas, you here, you want to fuck me?" Douglas from Saraiva Incorporated, a handsome man, with that volume in the middle of his waist, smelly, nice and a cheeky face, he must have fucked a lot of women in his life, I'm sure he has. Even though I'm married, and very well married, I still admire what's beautiful. Men are like that, why can't women? Betrayal is another story, I've never done that. "Isn't that Douglas, you want a kiss here?" I opened it and put the black tip on my tongue, and there was a man's sour taste, a man's taste, and I laughed at him as he bit the fleshy head, and I closed my eyes and I kissed him like we were lovers, and I sucked and I sucked, and Douglas gave a deep groan, the groan of a deranged man. "In my mouth, yeah?" The man's juice down my throat, the strong man's taste, the black stick pulsating, pulsating in my mouth. Douglas howled like a wounded animal. 'Nice. 'Uuuuuuhh! Uuuuuuuhh!' I swallowed like a bitch the seeds of a handsome man. Douglas standing in front of me, his big hand making me a cuddle. "What about me, I don't deserve anything?" He laughed, 'I'll eat you tasty.' "Will you, then, come here... in my pussy?" I showed the sketch to my friend, my fingers opening my lips, it was hard rising out of the water, like an island, I turned off the hydraulics and unscrewed the train, let the water out. I pulled my toy out of the socket and massaged myself with the tip of the vibrator, exciting my clitoris, feeling it come alive. I looked at Douglas, he was drooling, his dick was hard, bent, and I put my feet on the edge of the tub. "Come with me". The muffled voice, I straddled the black dick in my cave, opening my lips. No, no, take it easy. I stuck the tip in, and I shivered, and I took a deep breath, and I punctured myself, and I broke in with Douglas's burrowed stick. "Put it all on, all on. He walked in, that long, black, veined reed, me, the good tramp, moaning and suffering while Douglas broke me open and ate me. You want to hurt me, you want to make me sick, is that it? I turned on my partner's black dick, my thighs were shaking, my insides vibrating, my nerve endings pulsating, and Douglas laying there eating me, fucking me. "Safe and sound!" I slashed the man's hips, I scratched that little bundle of man, Douglas became insatiable, I increased the tempo of my toy vibrators. Uncontrollable blinking, a long orgasm, my legs twitching, Douglas showing me a big, white laugh, and he coming in, coming in, telling me the biggest bullshit. I raised my hard forehead, poking myself with the vibrator. "Have fun, have fun!" I saw you pulsing, regurgitating all your cream on mine, filling me with shit, calling me a whore. I was like, "Aaaahh! Oooohhh!" We had fun, the two of us, him kissing me and slowly turning into Enzo. I was like, "Hmm!" I felt like a fool for a moment, my legs spread, my marking with foam. I felt cold and ashamed as I became myself again. At least I felt relaxed, finally. I finished my bath, I dried myself, I applied my creams, when I opened the door, Enzo was changing in his room, he noticed that I was holding the vibrator. "Hey, honey, you're here, didn't I hear you?" I asked as I sat on the bed combing my hair. "I just got here". "How was your day?" "Well, the bank has agreed to extend the deadline to the end of the month". At least one good news. "Why, did it complicate your side?" The deadline is now less than eight days, and now I can't talk to Vilma, she says she's sick, I don't know, I'm suspicious. "I thought your deal was on track". "It's the real estate market, there's always these unforeseen events, only now, besides a boring client like Marcelo, I can't send him to the beans. I pulled out my phone, and there was what I imagined, ten annoying messages, the last one not even five minutes long, and of course I wanted to hear from Vilma. I took a deep breath and wrote. "Hey Marcelo, I haven't been able to talk to Vilma, she's in bed. You didn't even give me time to write the other message. "PUTZ!!!!" I was like, Just like that, in all caps. "Fuck you!" "It's all right, I'll be there tomorrow". He didn't answer for a long time, and I thought he wasn't going to, because he was going to put his cell phone on the waiter when the message came. "Convince the old lady somehow, that's for yesterday". Marcellus must be one of those people who's never heard a "no" in his life, who thinks everyone has to satisfy his desires. "You can leave it, I'll take care of it tomorrow.