First and last time

So, Tuesday, sitting in one of the small restaurants. In front of me is a glass of whiskey, the fourth one this evening. My wife and kids are at the dacha. I'm pondering a problem that has engulfed me from head to toe. For those who don't know, my name is Zaur, and I work for a large holding company. Currently a vice president, with good connections and a reputation as a top manager. The owner and president of this holding is one person. He got tired of working, and at 45 years old, owning a huge fortune, he decided to step away from business. But someone had to be appointed to his position. There were two candidates: yours truly, and his relative, who held the same position as me, but rose

to it solely due to family connections. A month before this, I noticed that someone was feeding the boss false information about me. Investigating the matter, I realized it was the work of that very relative, digging under me to take the boss's position. The boss knew that I wouldn't work on the same team as his relative and would leave immediately. And he didn't want me to leave, as competitors could poach me, which would be a strong blow to his business. On top of everything, I discovered that his relative had been deceiving our holding for four years, making good money in the process. And this son of a bitch figured out that I knew everything, and an unpleasant meeting took place, where threats were made openly and recorded on my phone's voice recorder.

I sat and thought about what to do. I could be killed, I could leave this job, or my rival could be killed, but then his death would be on my conscience, i.e., for the sake of my career, I'm risking another person's life, even if he's the biggest scoundrel, still. And no one gave guarantees that after dealing with him, they wouldn't touch me too. All this worried me greatly, as I didn't want to back down either, let alone show weakness. My cell phone rang

 — Hello

 — Well, thought about it? Keep in mind, if Ruslan finds out, you're finished. You won't live in this world, I'll destroy you.

 — You've already threatened me, so why are you calling again? I think you doubt your own strength and are afraid you won't have time to do anything to me, because before that, you'll be taken out yourself, or you simply don't have the guts to take a drastic step. Now listen to me, you bitch. I don't give a fuck about your threats. I'll bury you, and you know it. You're a piece of shit sitting in a position you don't deserve. And Ruslan will crush you as soon as he gets all the documents. And he will get them, I guarantee you that.

I hung up. I felt better. I tried to speak quietly so no one would hear me. The documents were with me. I won't go home, they might take me out on the way. The road to the dacha is probably under surveillance too. I ordered more whiskey and lit a cigarette.

 — Listen, don't call me anymore. It's over, I don't want to see you

I turned around; to my right sat a woman, roughly my age. In front of her was an ashtray filled with cigarette butts and a cup of coffee. She was all red from agitation. Putting out her cigarette, she immediately lit another one. Our eyes met, and for about ten seconds we looked into each other's eyes. I broke the silence first

 — Seems like this establishment is hosting guests with problems today.

 — Did your wife cheat on you?

 — No, thank God, she's faithful to me.

 — And you to her.

 — I try

 — You're all the same. As soon as you see some whore, you immediately jump on her.

 — You look at everything philosophically.

 — Oh, really? Philosophically. The last thing I need is philosophers. And don't tell me all men cheat, I'm not a little girl. At least for decency's sake, do it so we don't know. Not openly, so the whole city knows who you're sleeping with.

 — Want a drink? I abruptly changed the subject; I didn't want to talk about it or prove anything. She needed compassion, and I needed to stop thinking about my problem.

 — I do, but I don't know you. Although… it's good that I don't. Toma… she called the administrator… — please set up the private room. And if mine arrives, tell him I left by taxi.

Five minutes later, we were sitting in a cozy private room for clients. I didn't expect such a sharp turn. We literally exchanged a few phrases, and then immediately secluded ourselves in a private room.

 — My name is Zaur.

 — And mine… let's say Fira.

I understood she was the wife of someone influential. This was evident from the Vertu phone brand and the Zilli jacket. Slim and well-groomed, she exuded expensive perfume, seemed like Dupon. Light makeup accentuating the correct lines of her face, light chestnut hair to her shoulders, and a stern gaze. I ordered light snacks for her and myself and whiskey for both. We both knew this was the first and last time we'd sit like this, drinking and pouring our hearts out to each other. No one would find out, not even the owner of this place, her cousin, would keep quiet about everything. I started first, telling her about my problem. We didn't mention any names or titles of anything. It all resembled some kind of romantic detective story.

 — And I see you don't dwell low either. Your watch is beautiful, you have good taste in things.

 — They're not Swiss

 — Yes, I know, it's a German brand, and top officials like to wear them.

This let me know what circles she moved in.

Time passed past midnight. We drank enough, our asses were looking for adventure. We both wanted to fuck. Good and hard fucking. It was visible in her eyes. The alcohol was taking effect.

 — I know a little place we can go to continue our heartfelt conversation.

 — Sorry, but I can't just go anywhere. I shouldn't be seen with anyone. I know I'll return to that bastard, I have no choice, and if it all comes out, the problems might not just be mine. You understand.

 — We'll go in my car, I have tinted windows. We'll go out of town, to my brother's hotel. From the garage, we'll go straight to the room. No one will see you.

 — What makes you think I want to sleep with you? Aren't you taking too much upon yourself?

 — We both want this. And don't play hard to get, you're not a little girl. Especially since even if we see each other somewhere tomorrow, we won't even say hello.

She silently stood up, took her jacket, and was the first to go down to my car. An hour later, she was already sucking my swollen cock. She did it with relish, deep-throating it. I held her hair and helped her swallow it, fucking her mouth.

 — Lick my balls… I commanded. Surprise appeared on her face. — You're sucking my cock right now to get back at your husband, isn't that right?… she simply nodded. — You want to be a whore right now, to get fucked like a slut, isn't that right?… she averted her gaze. I grabbed her by the hair — Then lick my balls, whore… her face flushed, her mouth opened and she enveloped my balls with her lips. Taking them one by one into her mouth, she caressed them with her tongue, sometimes biting the skin, then deep-throated my cock, massaging my prostate with her finger. I grabbed her hands, lifted her, and threw her on the bed. Spread her legs, her pussy was neatly shaved, glistening from her secretions. I couldn't resist and pressed my tongue to the dripping bud. I played with her clit, sucking then releasing her labia, my finger was in her dripping vagina, teasing her G-spot. Aaaaaaaaaaa, yeeeeeeeeeees, fuuuuuuuuuuck meeeeeeeeeee finallllllllllllllllllly. I rose slightly, pinched her nipple, bit into her lips, and rubbed my cock around her pussy. She pushed forward to impale herself on it, but I wouldn't let her.

 — Who are you?

 — I'm a whore, fuck me

 — I can't hear you, louder

 — I'm a rich whore

 — And what are you doing now

 — I'm cheating on my husband, I want to be your mattress. I beg you, fuck me, don't torment me

 — Oh, you slut, you want my cock?

 — Yeeeeeeeees, don't tease, put it in, I beg you.

 — What is your husband doing now?

 — Looking for me

 — And where are you now

 — I'm giving myself to a man I've known for a few hours aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

With these words, she came. My cock still hadn't entered her. She was overstimulated from the scene alone. Ahhh oooooooyyyyy, and only after that did I insert it into her. And I fucked her fiercely and without stopping. Her size B breasts swayed back and forth. Her eyes rolled back, she arched aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa, ooooooooooooooyyyyyyyyyy dddddddddddddddddamn aaaaaaaaaaaaaa it feels sooooooooooo goooooood Don't stop please Turning her over doggy style, I started pounding her as deep as I could. My balls slapped against her pussy slap slap slap, squish squish squish, the room was filled only with these sounds, mixed with her moans. The alcohol prevented me from cumming. She was already on her fifth orgasm, and I hadn't cum once. In the end, I lay on my back and sat her on top of me. First on my face, to lick her nectar, that divine juice flowing from that wonderful hole, adorned with petals and a pistil. She sat on my cock, and a frenzied ride began. Oh my goooooooooooooood aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa nooooo yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeees ooooooooooooooooooo We came simultaneously. I released my sperm directly into her.

She raised her head and looked into my eyes. I gently kissed her on the lips.

 — Sorry I was a bit rough with you, but it seemed to me that's what you wanted.

 — You hit the nail on the head. I've never had sex like that, and probably never will.

 — Never say never.

She just smiled. That was our first and last time.

After that, I only saw her six months later, at a presentation for a large company, and indeed several times after. But everything was limited to being in the same space. We didn't even say hello, because upon seeing her husband, I understood that no one here would stand on ceremony with me.

The boss's relative disappeared the day after I placed the documents on the boss's desk. No one ever saw him again. A month later, I was appointed president of the holding. But this story will remain in my memory as the most incredible and extreme adventure of my life.

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