Submissively, Desi buried her face in his ass. Desi gagged in disgust as she listened to Juan describe how good it felt to have her tongue up his ass.
"Yes," said a pleased Juan, "you will do this to me each week." Before Desi had a chance to object, Juan added, "or I will call your friend Susan, she said nothing was off-limits."
Desi was trapped. The repeated mention of Susan's name triggered her resolve, "Please, Juan!" Desi blurted out as she used both hands now to pull his asshole open wider. "Please don't call her. I will do whatever you want!"
"Yes, you will!" Juan smiled. "You are the woman who wants to steal my wife's beauty from her."
"No, never!" Desi hesitated in how best to word her response, "I only want to share a little of your wrinkle cum. Just once a week. Please fuck my ass," Desi begged. "I want you to!"
Juan did not know if the neighbors could hear Desi's screams from the pain he was causing. In his mind, this spoiled white lady deserved everything she was getting.
"Are you all the way in?" moaned Desi in extreme pain.
Juan laughed at the discomfort, "I'm halfway in, and you are tighter than my wife was on our wedding night."
"Oh fuck, fuck, fuck!" Desi cried. "I can't believe how bad your cock is hurting my ass!"
Desi would have collapsed if Juan had not been holding her hips. Her moans made Juan feel some sympathy for her. He decided to use some lube to ease the pain. He eased Desi to the bed and picked up the lube.
"Yes, I think I may have caused a little pain. I think a little lube will help. Your ass is as tight as your cunt!" he laughed as he looked down at the young wife and her gaping ass.
"Yes, thank you!" Desi answered as she looked in awe at his fat cock once more and wondered how it ever fit in her. Her heart leaped into her throat when Juan said he was going to fuck her hard now. Her body tensed up and tried to forbid entry to her ass, but the lube did its job. Slowly his obscene cock stretched her ass and pushed inside. She wanted to call him a sadistic bastard and every other dirty word she knew but kept it to herself.
The verbal feedback from Desi's moans of pain mixed with pleasure drove Juan. He did not know what the future would hold, but this young wife was his to enjoy right now. His cock reached deep into her ass, and he found a 'sweet spot' that rubbed him the right way. His fraudulent use of Desi's body and mind was like hitting the lottery jackpot. He wanted one more shot of coming, and this time it would be on her face. The fury of his power thrusts tied to the looming orgasm building within.
This experience from hell emphasized Desi's vulnerability to peer pressure as she grasped at receiving Juan's elixir. It was just a matter of time now; Desi knew that Juan's groans had turned to a more urgent need. Somehow, she had to get him to come on her face and not in her ass. She wanted to trust his word but feared that she would have to use his cream mixed with her ass juices. Desi had no power over Juan, which blinded her as she continually thanked him for fucking her ass.
The reaction of Desi's acceptance and thanks as he mistreated her ass heightened his pleasure. His role in today's faux play and excellent acting was deserving of an award or, at the very least, a nomination. He never predicted the outcome of his meeting today, and if he played his cards right, this was not the end. His staying power was collapsing, and although he was disappointed, his sore cock would welcome the release. "Are you ready?" he asked, "Are you ready for my cum?"
With a sigh of relief, Desi was anxious to end the pain in her ass, "Yes! Please, Juan, come on my face!"
Her moans were joined by a scream as Juan roughly pulled his cock out and slapped her skinny ass. Anxiously she twisted around to face his cock, surprised it looked clean. Desi thought she would die when Juan rubbed his cock over her face.
The first shot of his cum hit her open mouth, and she fought not to swallow the precious cream. Juan's cock continued to shoot out semen until her face was completely coated.
Juan watched as Desi rubbed his "magic anti-wrinkle cream" into her skin. His insane claim now seemed reasonable to her. "My god, Juan," said Desi excitedly, "I can't believe how much cum you produce!"
Juan had a golden goose in his hands, and he intended to profit financially and sexually from his scheme. Juan perched himself on his elbow and leaned over Desi as she lay on her back. He massaged his cum into her face, and his toothless grin said it all, he was on top of the world.
"My cum is in your skin now, and you are safe for a week," said Juan as he gathered cum off her face. "I had reservations when we first met today, but you changed my mind with your body and your new attitude." Juan dipped his cum covered finger into Desi's mouth, "I am a fair-minded person, and I know you are only using me to stay beautiful, but I am okay with that," he said as she sucked on his finger. "For your first time, you did okay, not as good as my wife, but once you learn to worship my cock, you will do better. At least I hope for your sake you will."
Desi felt the significance of his words. Somehow, she had messed up and not thoroughly pleased Juan. Even though she had given her body to him and let him use it how he wanted, it was not enough.
She knew he was right; her focus concentrated on receiving and not pleasing. Desi hoped it was not too late to make amends today. "Do you have to rush off?" she asked sweetly. Her heart was heavy with worry, and she did not know if Juan meant he would not be coming back. The thought of missing out on his magic cream devasted her.
"I could wash up and just cuddle with you." Desi felt an ache in the pit of her stomach as she rewound all that had happened today. Suddenly she realized not once did she offer him love.
Juan had no idea what was going on with Desi, he had just ravaged her body, and now she wanted to cuddle with him. He was not due to pick up Maria for many hours yet but instinctively knew he had to question Desi's motives. "What makes you think I would want to do that?" he said harshly.
Desi shrank in her skin; she had guessed right, "I'm sorry, Juan, I should have been more loving to you today." she said, "I want a chance to make it up to you. Please don't go away mad!" she begged.
By Desi's body language and tone of her voice, Juan knew she was freaking out. She had misconstrued his words and thought he was mad at her. "I'm glad you realized your mistake before it's too late," admonished Juan. "I want to feel like we both share the same desire to keep you beautiful." Juan shook his head in mock displeasure as his cold brown eyes investigated her moist blue ones.
"Please, Juan, I am so sorry!" she said, "How can I thank you?"
"I think you know what I am feeling right now," he scolded, "I was having second thoughts about your gratefulness, but I appreciate you realize how selfish you are. What my wife is giving up for you?"
Before waiting for an answer, Juan got up and straddled Desi's white body with his brown one. He sat on her tummy, and his fat brown cock rested between her almost non-existent breasts. His cum was drying on her pretty face, and she looked like a clown from the circus with a bad make-up job. He pinched her nipples between his fingers, "This is not just your pain," he said as he squeezed her nipples. "It is my pain and my wife's pain. Do you understand?"
"Yes," she said guiltily. "I deserve to hurt. Pinch them harder, Juan."
"No, I think the hurt needs to stay in your heart," said Juan as he patted her tiny left breast. " You need to remember your beauty comes at the sacrifice of someone else's."
Juan was getting used to her tiny tits and squeezed what little she had in his hands. "I am feeling generous," he said, "go wash your face, your cunt, and ass, then come back to bed. I want to see if you have learned your lesson." Juan leaned down and kissed her on her nose before getting off. "Don't make me wait long!"
For Desi, the excitement matched Christmas. "Thank you, thank you!" she exclaimed, "I will hurry, I promise!"
Desi rushed into the bathroom, and the image in the mirror brought her crashing back to reality. She looked like a woman in a bukkake porn movie. Her cum-covered face and messed-up hair were almost comical. She ran the tap until warm water came out, then rinsed and rinsed her face. The pain from her pussy and ass made her wince as she gently washed with a soft facecloth. She was a little alarmed to see red on the washcloth and promised to investigate further once Juan was gone.
"Here, let me do that," he said as he startled her. "Bend over." Juan took the wet cloth from her and gently cleaned her two lower holes.
Juan's sudden presence did startle her, but his gentle touch was doing wonders for her aching ass and pussy. She felt him move behind her and was shocked again when he started kissing her ass. They were unexpected soft kisses, and she had a scary feeling of something like love. No man had ever kissed her ass, and she could not stop the sudden spike in arousal.
"I need to pee," Juan announced, "come help me."
Desi stood up a little shocked; she had never watched a man pee, let alone help one. "What do you want me to do?" she said curiously.
Juan knew it was wrong, but he was starting to get feelings for this woman. This strange, bubbleheaded woman was not as tough as she thought she was. And yet, she was much stronger than he imagined, enduring the abuse he gave her today. "I want you to hold my cock in your hand and aim it," he laughed. "Can you do that?"
Not wanting to seem like a prude if that was possible at this stage, Desi agreed. She led him by the hand to a separate room in the massive bathroom that contained a toilet and a bidet. She could see Juan was confused and let him know what the smaller one was. He just shook his head and told her it always amazed him how rich people spend their money.
Desi hugged Juan from behind and held his cock in her fingers, she screamed in surprise as the flow started, and she quickly adjusted her aim. She laughed and squealed with delight as she made circles in the bowl until he finished. Following his instructions, she shook it several times as the last drops fell into the water.
Not sure what to do next, she wiped the end with some toilet paper and flushed everything away. Desi was feeling naughty now, and holding his cock, led him back to the sink where she washed his cock. "Come on, lover-boy," she teased, "back to bed."
Juan let her take control and set the pace; her happy mood rubbed off on him as she giggled like a schoolgirl. Either she was the best actress in the world, or she was starting to like him. Desi pushed him back onto the bed and jumped on top of him. She smothered him with soft kisses all over his body, but when she kissed him on the mouth, it was with passion and love, he could feel the difference. He relaxed completely and let her express her appreciation. After expending so much energy, Juan found himself drifting off to sleep.
Desi looked down at the ugly brown man sleeping in her bed and shook her head in amazement. Yes, she said to herself he was ugly on the outside, but inside he was more handsome than her husband. Desi found it hard to admit, but Juan had brought her so many orgasms today through the pain, she lost count.
Desi had read about women who experience pleasure from pain but never thought she was one of them. Just thinking about his monster cock abusing her pussy made her wet. She knew it was fucked up, but sex with her husband would be boring now. She let him sleep and went back to the bathroom to make herself beautiful for Juan.
It was a dream that he did not want to wake up from. He could feel lips on his cock licking and sucking gently. Gradually Juan woke and found Desi between his spread legs; it was not a dream.
When Juan stirred, Desi looked up with doe eyes. She took his whole soft length into her mouth and hummed her appreciation. She wanted him to know how much she loved him and his cock.
Juan could feel himself growing in her mouth, and her electric blue eyes never left his.
Desi wanted Juan to feel her appreciation, so her sucking became more urgent. Even when he reached his full size, she continued to suck him, teasing the sensitive underside of his shaft with her tongue.
Juan basked and watched with pleasure as Desi worshipped his cock. "That feels beautiful," he said with heartfelt thanks. "You're so beautiful."
"Hmm!" Desi said as she licked. "I could do this all day to you."
Juan realized he did not know how long he had slept, "What time is it?" he asked.
"Almost three pm," Desi smile. "You had a good nap."
"Fuck!" Juan shouted, "I have to pick my wife up at the Wildwood Hotel at three-thirty."
"Oh, no!" Desi jumped up and rushed around getting all of Juan's clothes for him. "You still have time," she said in support. She admonished herself for letting him sleep, and now she was going to make him late. "Can you call her?"
"No," said Juan as he quickly dressed, "she doesn't have a cell phone."
Desi quickly searched for a pen and paper and wrote down her cell number. "Please, Juan, call me. Here is my cell number, and I want to meet with you next week. That is if you still want to?" Desi said anxiously.
Juan shoved the paper into his pocket, more worried about his wife than Desi right now. "Yeah, sure," he absently said as he rushed out of the house, leaving a confused woman behind.
A brilliant thought raced through Desi's mind; Juan was going to pick up his wife at the hotel. She had the opportunity to see his wife in person!
Every minute counted as Desi threw on a yoga outfit and rushed to the garage, cursing as she had to run back into the house and grab her purse. Desi decided on the black BMW rather than her new eye-catching red convertible; the last thing she needed was for Juan to notice her.
The drive down the canyon roads was scary as Desi drove way too fast in her rush and almost lost control several times. She cursed at every red light until finally, she skidded her car to a stop across from the hotel Juan's wife worked at.
Desi did not know what kind of car Juan drove as she searched for him on the street. Her body was vibrating with anticipation, worried that Juan had already picked his wife up. Just before she gave up hope, she spotted him as he walked towards the hotel on the opposite side of the road. Desi's heart was racing, she honestly believed Juan was telling the truth about his anti-wrinkle cream, but still, there was a nagging doubt.
Desi did not know it, but she had passed Juan and even cut him off in her rush to get to the hotel. As Juan saw her drive by, he knew exactly where she was headed and why.
As he walked to the hotel, he spotted Desi's car. She was parked directly across the road from the hotel, and because her foot was still on the brake pedal, her taillights were lit. He slyly looked in her direction and could see her slumped down in the car seat, waiting to see Maria in person.
Desi almost screamed out as she watched Juan approach the hotel and stop at the corner of the lot. She made it in time! She wondered what she would do if Juan lied to her. She contemplated meeting him again, even if his wife was all wrinkled up. Today, Juan gave her the best sex of her life.
Several women were walking towards Juan, and Desi saw him wave at them. One of the women broke off and ran towards Juan. "Oh my god! Oh my god!" whispered Desi as she saw the same woman from the photo album. "Juan was telling the truth!"
Juan lovingly watched Marie come towards him and marveled at her beauty, "Hey beautiful," he said as he hugged her and kissed her cheek, "How was work today?"
"Not bad," his daughter said, "I made good tips! Every little bit helps for my college fund."
"By the way, thanks for doing up that fake photo album for me. It turned out to provide more fun than I imagined!" Juan laughed out loud and scooped up his daughter twirling her around as she screamed in his arms.
On a scale of one to ten, Juan knew he would barely be a one. His slightly bowed legs, missing teeth, bald head, pointed ears, and huge nose made him look like a short, gnome-like Mexican man.
Juan peeked over and saw Desi was watching him from across the street, with her mouth wide open. He guessed she was probably peeing her pants with excitement at seeing his daughter and assuming it was his wife.
He smiled and energetically waved to Desi, sitting in her fancy car across the street. No one would believe that he fucked that rich woman in all her holes this afternoon, and even more surprising, she paid him for his cum!
"I see someone across the street I need to talk with; give me a few minutes," Juan said to Marie. "I'll be right back."
Marie watched in confusion as her dad ran across the street and approach a woman in a black BMW. The young blonde girl lowered the driver's side window and appeared to be embarrassed. Maria wondered how her dad knew the beautiful woman.
"Hi again," Juan said, with a big smirk on his face. "Looks like you made it in time to see me pick up my wife." He turned sideways so Desi could get another look.
Desi was thoroughly sheepish at being caught by Juan. Even though she had perversely enjoyed being fucked by the odd man, she carried doubts about the legitimacy of his wrinkle cream treatments.
"I'm sorry," she said bashfully, "I just had to confirm your wife matched the photos. Please don't be mad at me."
"No, I rushed out of your place. I should have invited you to see what my wife looks like up close. Are you satisfied now my cum keeps her wrinkle-free?"
"Oh, my, God! Yes! From here, your wife's skin looks so smooth!" Desi bubbled, excited that Juan had been telling her the truth. During the drive, doubts filled her mind thinking that Juan had played a cruel trick on her. Now that she confirmed his cum was magical, she needed more. "Can you meet me next week? I'll pay you again!"
Juan ignored her question, "How's your body? I was a little rough on you today, especially your ass," he laughed.
Desi debated whether to tell Juan how she felt and decided to be honest with him, "I liked it, Juan," Desi almost whispered, "I liked how rough you were with me. My husband thinks I am made of glass. You made me come so many times; it was fantastic!"
Juan raised his eyebrows at this surprising news, but in hindsight, it made sense now. The way she reacted and withered under him as he fucked her, he thought it was in pain, but she felt pleasure.
"Good," Juan said, "next week I'll bring my camera. You'll model for me."
It was not a question, and Desi knew Juan was preparing her in advance, "I would like that," Desi said as she smiled at him. "We can keep track of how the wrinkle cream works on me."
Her answer was almost ridiculous, and his hearty laugh echoed across the street to his daughter. "You do know I will be taking pictures of more than your face, right? We can build a new album filled with pictures of my cock in all your holes!"
Incredibly this depravity turned Desi on even more. She could feel the heat rising to her face. "Yes," she said as she looked down at the steering wheel, squirming on the seat. Desi prayed her husband never saw the pictures of her in compromising positions or found out Juan was fucking her.
"Good," Juan said. "Now put your hand in your tights and finger your cunt."
Desi's fingers slid easily in and out of her wet cunt. "Thank you, Juan," she said, as her fingers probed deeper. "I promise to take good care of you and your fat cock."
"We will see," he said in a threatening tone. "Next week, you need to be extra special if you want more of my wrinkle cream."
"I will, Juan! I promise!" Desi proclaimed. She watched him strut across the street like a prize rooster. Her fingers felt so good she kept masturbating.
Juan waved at Desi with his arm around his daughter. "I think I found a way to pay for your college," Juan said, pointing at Desi. "That blonde woman will make it happen."
Desi returned Juan's wave, then sucked her fingers clean. She tasted Juan's cum mixed with her juices.
"Really?" said Maria curiously, wondering why the woman in the expensive car would help them. "Are you going to tell me why?"
Juan quickly filled Marie in on the trick he played on Desi. How the young woman thought his cum could prevent wrinkles. How he had fucked Desi repeatedly and the sexual abuse he inflicted on her. Plus, the silly woman paid him five hundred dollars for his cum. And she did all this because she thought Marie was his wife.
After hearing the tall tale, all Marie could feel was jealousy. Juan was not just her dad; he was also her lover. That woman across the street had fucked her man.
Desi let out a shocked gasp as Marie slapped Juan across his face then looked over at her, swearing in Spanish followed by swift arm movements. Juan's wife marched towards the car with rage in her eyes.
"You!" Marie screamed through the open driver's window. "You fucked my husband!"
Desi leaned away from the window in fear. Marie was not much taller than her, but the anger radiating from her body made her scary. Despite Marie's yelling and cursing, Desi admired her face; Juan's wife was beautiful, completely wrinkle-free. Juan's cum did keep his wife's skin young and wrinkle-free from the facials. At that moment, Desi knew she would do anything to keep getting Juan's magic wrinkle cream.
"You're beautiful, Marie," Desi said, bravely making eye contact. "I'm sorry, but when Juan told me your secret, I had to find out if it was real. Please, now that I know it works, let me have one day a week with Juan! I can pay you more!"
Marie looked at the skinny rich white woman in amazement. She just confirmed her dad's absurd account of today's meeting. This crazy woman let Juan fuck her to get his cum for her face. Even funnier, this naive woman thought she was Juan's wife, not his daughter. Her anger quickly turned into an opportunity.
"How much more?" Marie asked, wanting to see how far she could push this woman. "What can you offer that would make me share my husband's special cream with you?"
Desi's monthly allowance from her husband came to fifteen thousand per month. From that, she had to buy the food for their lavish parties and pay the servants. She used the remainder for new clothes she did not need, massages, tennis lessons, or eating out with her girlfriends. She never spent all the monies each month and had a good-sized nest egg.
"I can pay Juan one-thousand dollars every week. PLEASE!" Desi begged.
Juan heard Desi's proposal float in the air. One-thousand dollars a week! His mouth dropped open in astonishment at the desperate offer. He would not have to work in construction anymore. He wanted to yell out to Marie that he would happily fuck the white woman and take her money.
When Juan's wife, Marie, died almost two years ago, young Marie took her place in the house and his bed. It was an unexpected coupling, but Marie saved his life.
Together they were saving up so Marie could attend college; his daughter dreamed of becoming a nurse, and he supported her. This extra money would make it happen sooner rather than later.
Marie looked over at her dad; she felt jealous, knowing she would be sharing Juan with another woman. It was an accident that she ended up as her dad's lover, but she could not say no to him after the first time. Her dad is the first and only man she fucked. Juan keeps encouraging her to try out other men, but her dad satisfies her beyond belief. When they are in public, she calls him dad, but in private, he is Juan.
"Okay, I'm willing to give up one day of my beauty treatment for you," Marie said. "But, for one thousand five hundred dollars a week!"
Desi screamed out in joy. "Thank you, Marie, thank you!"
"But!" Marie interjected, "if Juan tells me you don't do everything he asks, I will end it; and your face will fill with wrinkles!"
"I promise! Juan can fuck me any way he wants." Desi confirmed. Thoughts of staying beautiful and wrinkle-free filled her mind. Her girlfriends would be so jealous of her smooth skin.
Marie studied the young woman's face. She was pretty, not much older than her. How someone could be so self-absorbed was alien to her. "It looks like my husband's magic cum is already working. Your face is glowing," Marie said in false praise.
Desi could not help looking at herself in the rear-view mirror. "I do look good!" Desi exclaimed in a little girl's voice. "I can't wait for the next treatment!"
A hurt radiated in Marie's heart at the thought of Juan fucking this bitch. She leaned in the open window and grasped a bra-free nipple, squeezing with all her might. The pained expression on the naïve woman's face and the surprised scream made it worthwhile.
"Maybe one day it will be the three of us together? You can get Juan's cum out of my pussy or ass with your tongue."
"Maybe," Desi exclaimed through her grimace. Marie twisted her nipple even harsher. "Yes! Yes, I would like that!"
"I think you will! Go home to your husband and dream of my man!"
Marie strutted across the street and kissed her dad on the lips as Desi watched. "I did it," Marie whispered into Juan's ear. "The silly cunt is yours to fuck, once a week. I hope you do nasty things to her and make her earn your cum!"
Juan waved goodbye to Desi putting his arm around his daughter. Laughing, they walked to his car, parked around the corner. Juan let out another louder laugh when Marie told him he would be getting fifteen hundred dollars a week to fuck the silly woman and come all over her face.
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