MISS RODRIGUEZ

The elevator doors opened and I trudged out while yawning.

It was early in the morning and I had gone up to the fourth floor of the villa.

Isabella was still asleep at this time, her body drained of all energy and strength from the night before.

There was some work I had to do regarding the company and there was no better place to do it than on the top floor where I could sit on the balcony and look out at the beach.

"I'm supposed to be relaxing right now," I sighed. It was my luck that an issue that the COO couldn't resolve had popped up.

Getting lost in business calls and replying to emails, signing contracts on the laptop, I had forgotten about the time.

When I looked up from the laptop, I saw that the Sun was already high up in the sky.

"What time is it?" I asked.

"That's what I was wondering," said an unexpected response from behind me.

I turned around and Isabella lying on the couch, her legs kicked up in the air as she was on her phone.

"My goodness. Honey, when did you get here?" I asked as I got up from the balcony chair and made my way over to her.

"Just an hour ago," she responded.

"An... an hour ago?" I was baffled by the revelation.

Kneeling beside her, she turned her head to face me and we shared a light kiss that was nothing more than the touching of our lips.

"Why didn't you tell me?" I asked.

"You looked busy. I didn't want to distract you," she answered.

"...Thank you. Have you had breakfast already?" I asked her.

She shook her head and as if it was waiting for the perfect timing, her stomach growled.

"Shall we?" I inquired, offering her my extended hand. She grabbed it and I pulled her out of the couch.

She was dressed in a thin pink robe with nothing underneath other than her bra and panties. The workers would arrive in a few hours to clean and other duties they were paid to do so for the moment, we had the villa to ourselves.

She followed me into the elevator where we made our way down to the first floor.

"Shall I cook us a quick meal?" I asked.

Isabella looked confused. She had walked into the kitchen expecting to be the one to cook. "You know how to cook?" she asked.

"Not only do I know how to cook, I'm the best chef in the world," I responded.

"Let's see then big boy. Show me your cooking prowess," she smiled, taking a seat at the counter as she began to watch me go to work in the kitchen.

I've lived many lives now and before I had the money to go to restaurants every day or hire a personal chef, I had to cook for myself.

After I laid down our plates on the dining room table, Isabella looked shocked. "Why the face?" I asked as I grabbed her chin and stole a kiss from her.

"I... I guess I just didn't expect this."

"Why not? I'm offended."

Rolling her eyes, she explained, "I thought since you grew up rich, you never had to cook before."

She was speaking straight fax, no printer.

"I never had to cook before doesn't mean I never wanted to cook," I responded as I pulled her chair out for her. She took a seat and the instant she took a bite, her eyes lit up even more.

"And it tastes good," she said, shaking her head in disbelief.

"Thank you."

After we finished, I was planning on spending the rest of the day chilling with her when I received a phone call. 

"Work," I sighed.

"Go on," she said, gesturing with her head. "Imma go visit my family."

"...Okay. I'll see you in a bit?"

"See you," she said before kissing me and then grabbing her bags.

After I finished work once again, I began walking through the villa. There were plenty of maids and butlers in it doing their work but it felt empty.

I was surrounded by people but it felt kind of lonely.

And no you readers, I wasn't turning into a soyboy who was missing the love of his life. I was just extremely horny and didn't want to fuck any of the maids because most of them were clapped (that's a saying I learned in the UK by the way).

Turning off the light, I lay down on my bed and allowed the natural sunlight to hit me.

I squirmed around for a bit before getting into a comfortable position. After constant sex every single day, I suspected that I had conditioned myself to need my cock to nut at least once, or else I wouldn't feel right.

Smelling the aroma that Isabella had left, I began to feel a bulge grow in my pants. It was simply impossible to ignore.

Pulling it down with my boxers, my penis began to slowly grow to its full size as blood rushed to it.

Well, was there a reason for me to ignore it?

I'm in my villa, in the privacy of my bedroom, with no one there but myself.

Taking out my phone, I began searching for something good to jerk off to. My thoughts found their way to Isabella so I closed the website and went to my photo galleries where I had taken pictures and videos of her.

She wasn't naked in any of them because she was uncomfortable about someone stealing the files so they were just regular photos.

But that was more than enough for me.

Using my imagination and memories, I thought about her demure beautiful oval-shaped face, her bosom that complimented her curves nicely, her hazel eyes — everything.

I then imagined her in a school uniform which I couldn't help but feel regret that our school didn't implement. I would take her to an empty classroom and fuck her despite people walking past.

Then I imagined her wearing the outfits that Suzie wore. The way her pencil skirt would cling to her hips and ass. The blouse would gape at the buttons as it struggled to contain her tits that were too perfect to conceal.

Her plump, soft, and small lips that I would suck on.

I was using all these thoughts to stroke my cock, losing myself to the fantasies while staring at her photos.

My dick had grown to its full size which wasn't usually the case when I was masturbating alone.

Closing my eyes, I slowed down the pace, caressing my shaft in a way that only I knew how to do. 

Pleasure swelled inside me, growing, ready to burst into the first load of the day.

"Baby, are you going to finish by yourself?" asked Isabella just as I passed the point of no return. 

Opening my eyes, I saw her standing at the foot of the bed, glaring at my cock with this devious look on her face while biting down on her lip.

It was too late for me to stop as my cock began to flail helplessly, shooting out a white thick creamy projectile that splashed all over her clothes.

I met her eyes and she said as her cheeks glowed a bright red, "I see my photo on your phone. You were thinking about me in your fantasy?"

"Uh, yes," I responded as I sat up.

It was a little embarrassing getting caught but the two of us knew too much about each other's body to freak out.

"Would you like lunch first?" she asked as she crawled onto the bed like a cat. "Or would you rather eat something else?"

"I am a little famished. Perhaps I should get lunch," I said, humming while contemplating.

"Are you sure?" she asked.

"Yeah. My stomach is about to growl any moment now. I just burned a lot of calories exercising."

"Hehehe," she laughed at the fact I called masturbating exercise. "Are you really sure you'd rather have lunch?"

She rested my penis on her face, spreading my fluids across her cheek and forehead. She began to kiss it with light pecks.

"I change my mind then. I'll choose to eat something else first."

She moved her hair to one side, then opened her mouth wide a few inches away from the mushroom tip. Her tongue stuck out and playfully played with the slit in my penis for a bit before her head lowered and my penis dove inside her mouth.

Her tongue was cleaning up the mess that I had made on my rod.

"Your techniques are getting better every day," I commented.

She thanked me with my cock still in her mouth. 

I looked down and saw that one of her hands was playing with her pussy while she was pleasuring me.

Before I could blow, she pulled her head out to catch her breath. This was still an aspect of her game that she needed to work on.

"Hold up. Honey, give me a second."

She was confused but she didn't object. She just sat up on her knees and patiently waited on the bed as I texted something to someone.

"What was that about?" she asked.

"I'm asking one of the workers to grab me something and to leave it at the door when they get it."

"What is it?"

"You'll have to wait and see."

As we waited, I had her continue blowing me off. I may or may not have shot two loads into her mouth which she swallowed then showed me her tongue to prove that she swallowed just as I instructed her to.

Knock knock.

Someone knocked on the door as I told them to.

"Wait here," I said.

She threw the blanket over her to cover up just in case someone was across the door.

When I opened it, no one was there but there was a bag on the floor. I picked it up, closed the door, and locked it.

"What's that?" she asked.

"Just a little favor I want you to do for me," I said, handing her the bag.

She looked into it then looked back up at me. "You want me to wear this?" she asked.

"If you don't mind."

She got up from the bed and began getting undressed. I kept my eyes on her the entire time, watching as she became naked and then slowly dressed again in new clothes.

"How's the fit?" I asked.

"Fine," she responded.

I had her dressed in a white blouse and black pencil skirt just like she did in my fantasy.

"Who am I meant to be?" she asked.

I responded, "A cold secretary. And I'm the coworker you don't like but agreed to let him have his way because he's blackmailing you."

I walked over next to her and my fingers reached for her collarbone. It was a simple touch but it made her gently moan just having our skin touch.

I lowered my hand, descending beneath her blouse, feeling the cup of her bra. I slid my hand under, watching her every reaction.

Her eyes, the bead of sweat, her lips, her throat as she gulped, the color on her cheeks, I observed everything.

I dug my other hand inside and began to fondle her soft and plump blossom.

Quietly, she grunted as my hand pulled away and my fingers pinched her nipples through the blouse and thin bra, slowly kneading it. 

At this point, we had moved back to the bed and I was sitting down while she stood up with my right gently pressed in between her legs, my knee pressing up on her panties.

I could feel it becoming wet down there.

I gave her boobs a rough squeeze, savoring the sensation, taking full possession of it as if to claim that I owned it.

She tried to keep her cool, her mouth flat to remain in character, but I could see that this was requiring a ton of effort from her as she was starting to break.

"After years of staring at your tits, sneaking peeks whenever you were working at your desk, I never imagined the day that I'd get here," I said.

"Whatever," she said, scoffing. "Is this all that you have in store for me? Just groping my boobs? Don't tell me that this is the extent of your creativity."

I could tell that the secretary was making fun of the coworker, but Isabella was trying to tell me that she wanted more and that this was too much teasing.

"Not at all. We're barely getting started," I answered. I pulled my hands out and began to unbutton her blouse one by one until it slipped off of her. "Nice lingerie you're wearing. Don't tell me that you're always wearing these erotic underwear at work?" I asked.

She had on white demi cups, edged with half-transparent laces.

"Hmph," she scoffed. "Does it matter what I wear at work? I wear it for me alone. It doesn't matter who else sees it. Not like anyone else can see it anyway."

"I'm seeing it now," I said as I licked my lips and began to stroke the edge of her cups with my finger, brushing against her soft flesh that had zero imperfection.

The hook of the bra was in the front and with one swift move, I removed her bra.

She now was standing in front of me completely topless, her full, round breasts bare before.

"After all this time of you scolding me, your tits are staring at me. Perfectly shaped and symmetrical. Look at your nipples. Pastel pink and sticking out like they're begging for me to taste them."

"Whatever."

"Miss Rodriguez, you always scold me for never thinking before I do something. Guess I'm not the best at resisting temptation after all," I said as I grabbed one bare breast with my hand and took her other nipple with my mouth.

I swirled my tongue around her areola, her fluids drenching her panties even more.

A moan escaped her lips. I continued sucking and kneading a little longer before pulling away. She glared at me with this annoyed look.

"Are you done now? Satisfied?"

"Satisfied?" I scoffed. "Miss, we're just getting started.