The Captain 's Son

That guy was eating me from behind for more than twenty minutes, and I didn't even know him. Through the reflection of the glass in front of me I watched the pervert, inside his car, staring at my ass covered only by his fair lycra jeans. He was a few meters away, on the other side of a plate of the avenue Brás Leme (northern area of São Paulo). I was on the corner, in front of a dark glass building. I was waiting for a friend who had made an appointment with me in that exact place, she had gotten a job for me. I arrived early for the meeting, I lived nearby, and I also didn't want to lose the job, although I didn't know the right one, I thought it would be the money I needed so much. Her friend called, said her mission was just to set up a meeting with me, asked if I was seeing a black Range Rover across the street. Yeah, I am, and he's got a freak in him that's been eye-eating me for almost half an hour. He'll take you to work, you can go without fear, it's safe and the guy's good. What the fuck kind of job is that? I don't know either, but I can assure you it's nothing dangerous or illegal, I've known the guy for years, he just wants secrecy because the people involved are famous politicians. My attraction for danger took the first step, I went to meet the guy. He only gave me compliments, he was a cheap conqueror, but he did not help me anything about the work, he only took me to a private hut in a high-end house five hundred meters away, in the Jardim São Bento. That's where I met the councilman. He was from Rio de Janeiro and often came to spend a day or two in the residence of his friend from São Paulo. I'd be paid to be his escort, but I wouldn't have sex with him. I'd pretend to be Charles' younger sister and Kevin's girlfriend for a few months, if all goes well. The councilman's father was a retired army captain, homophobic and sexist, among other things. He was also the president of a political party. The military man is the one who would make his son's meteoric career towards Brasilia viable. However, the career and support would be at serious risk if it leaked that the captain's firstborn was gay. We made a deal, and they would pay me to play a low-key girlfriend, and we could even get engaged to make it more authentic, which would give her an alibi for her frequent visits to São Paulo to be with her partner. Our first meetings were only in São Paulo, it was necessary to get to know each other, exchange information and not fall into contradictions in front of his family. We had a lot of time to talk, since we had no physical contact in our moments alone. I learned that in that relationship Kevin was almost always passive, Charles played the most dominant role, the typical alpha male. A few days later we entered the holiday season, Kevin spent Christmas in São Paulo, saying that he would be with me, in the house of my supposed brother Charles. My presence was necessary to appear posing next to him in the selfies of his family's Whatsapp groups and also in that of evangelical followers. We'd spend New Year's Eve at my father-in-law's house, including Charles. The meeting with my father and the rest of the family was easier than I had imagined, since it had been assumed that I would suffer a battery of questions and would have to report back to my earliest childhood. The most embarrassing situations I experienced were with the driver in Kevin's service, the same one who picked me up in the glass building on the first day, and knowing that I wasn't really the boss's girlfriend, he kept singing to me all the time, even though he was attractive, but I didn't intend to jeopardize that lucrative job by sleeping with the driver. After lunch, Kevin discreetly spent almost an hour with Charles, while his father and others took a nap, and I stood by the pool, where he rolled a few drinks and a sound, and the driver took every chance he got to sing to me and... also excite me, and because of work, there were days when he didn't roll a sex. You're perfect, let me see your boobs, do a topless for me! I made a face and a gesture implying that he was crazy. I didn't want to attract the attention of others. He continued to surround me, even though I asked him to behave, because it would end up ruining my business. <unk> And there, what I do for you give me a chance and we have fun. You just give me a monthly allowance, covering the councilman's, and I'm out of this job. Don't worry, baby, I don't have that whole locker, but I know I'm still gonna enjoy that appetizing little body... and the track. <unk> Maybe, who knows? You seem to be delicate, but give it a time now, please, or you will complicate me. <unk> I spoke in a kind way so as not to make him angry. ♪ ♪ There was a power outage in the residence, hours before midnight, just as I was in the bathroom in the guest room. As soon as I came out of the booth and started to dry myself, I felt a presence in the environment. I stood still and listened... I was grabbed, panicked. A hand covered my mouth and an arm stuck to my stomach. The shhhhh! emitted from my mouth in my ear, sounded almost like a tranquilizer taking away some of my apprehension, even though I couldn't see who it was, yet I deduced who that muscular man was and was abused. I was pulled by him walking backwards. He pulled me by the sound and the movement he made, so I could see that he was opening and taking off his pants. He sat me next to him, and I was naked and his stick was erect. I was struggling between my thighs and I was losing my attention, as if someone was pulling my hand out of his iron bar, and I was losing my attention. He started massaging my breasts, licking and kissing my neck and ears driving me crazy. I rubbed his dick on my soaked cheek, I couldn't stand the urge to fuck this brazen bastard anymore. He opened my mouth, it was obvious that I wouldn't scream. His firm hands lifted my body so that I sat on his member. I directed that shit into my cheek, I sat down and down tasty. He held my waist making me go up and down with intensity. I moaned for minutes enjoying his deep punches. The bastard grabbed my hair and made me stand up, wanted to change my position, forced me to bend my body and rest my hands on the toilet. His hand meowed my anus with saliva and his dick began to invade my ass, and without pity. Ahh! If he intended to judge me, he failed, because I loved that masculine footprint. He was burying until everything was inside, he began to pump with will. I heard the sound of the impact on my butt and I held the wave so as not to moan like a bitch and draw attention. His panting air increased with the beating of his balls on my ball. He effectively beat my throat. My climax came, joy ... joy. And I was still very pleased at that moment because of my joy and joy that he reduced the last spasms and spasms of his cock. I thought it'd be a good opportunity to make some extra cash. How much are you willing to pay me not to say anything to Kevin? His response was a violent tie, and he put his lips in my ear, and I figured blackmail wasn't such a good idea, and he was rude by giving me one last rough punch on my fucking ass, and I froze to hear his voice: You will keep your mouth shut, you piranha tramp, and attend to me when I want. I already pay enough to pretend to be my son's traveling companion's girlfriend. He let go of my neck, pulled his stick out, and disappeared into the darkness. I heard the sound of the key in the lock. "Did he lock me up?" I thought. I walked around unsure looking for a way out. The light came back. I reached the door and tested the lock -- it was open. I recovered from the shock, took another quick shower, put on my clothes and makeup, and joined the others. The bastard, perverted captain greeted me smiling and acting like nothing had happened. End of period