A specialist not only in computers
"Just understand, I need those sketches tomorrow, tomorrow! So what if you have a corporate party?! Send someone, don't you have any specialists?! Even if they're drunk, what's the difference?!" Valya yelled into the phone, glancing at the disassembled system unit. "I'll pay, if you can't just help your ex-girlfriend. I'll pay well! Okay, I'll wait. Thanks in advance."
The computer had suddenly given up the ghost after a brief power outage. This often happened in this part of the city, but this outage proved fatal. As luck would have it, there were no final versions of the sketches on any removable media, neither at home nor at the office,
a very serious deal was threatening to fall through for Valya tomorrow, and the girl was ready to do anything to recover the information saved on the hard drive. But where do you find a computer specialist after midnight? So she had to turn to her ex, even though they hadn't parted on the best of terms. At least he agreed to help.When the doorbell rang, the girl was nervously smoking in the kitchen. On the apartment threshold stood a handsome, tall, and muscular guy in an unbuttoned suit with a crooked tie. The guy introduced himself as Dima, his tongue noticeably slurring, and, swaying, headed to the room to fix the computer, spreading the aroma of cognac and cigars around him.
Valya took a shower, complained about life to a friend on the phone, and about half an hour later went to check if the drunk specialist had fallen asleep. Imagine her shock and indignation when she saw that Dima had fixed everything long ago, found porn videos on the hard drive starring her and her ex-boyfriend, i.e., his boss, and was now watching them.
"And what, exactly, are you doing?"
"Just watching, turns out my boss is quite the man. Didn't expect that."
"Listen, that's our personal business. The videos were shot a long time ago, I saved them as a keepsake, is that okay with you? Now let's check the sketches I need, you tell me how much I owe you for such a late visit, and we'll go our separate ways, okay?"
"Well, first of all, you pulled me away from the corporate party. I want a drink, by the way. Preferably cognac."
Mentally cursing, Valya brought a bottle, a chocolate bar, and a glass from the bar.
"Well, now..."
"And now let's talk like adults," Dima drank the cognac, poured another, and pushed it towards the girl. "I was in for a pretty good night. You deprived me of it. I don't need your money, I earn enough. Let's agree like this — this night with me — and I forget about these videos, about fixing the computer, and about you altogether. Agreed? Otherwise, it's nothing for me to tell a couple of firms about your little antics. I don't think that would be good for my boss's career or yours."
"Is this blackmail?" Valya was taken aback.
"No, a business proposal," with these words Dima pulled the girl to him and slipped his hand under her T-shirt. "Think first before you resist," the man whispered in her ear.
An electric current ran through Valya's body. How many times had she imagined in erotic fantasies paying for services with her body, and here it was happening for real! The girl felt her panties starting to get wet. Meanwhile, Dima's hands were shamelessly roaming her body, getting into all the hidden corners. The man felt her arousal and pushed the girl away from him.
"Agreed? But everything will be my way, okay?"
Valya nodded, unable to say a word, a pleasant shiver running through her body.
"Then drink the cognac and undress. I like it when girls undress themselves."
Dima dimmed the lights, sprawled in the armchair, and looked at Valya with a smirk.
"I must be crazy. And he knows how his words turn me on," flashed through the girl's mind, but she could no longer resist the unusual feeling of arousal that had taken over her entire being, so she obediently followed Dima's order, drank the cognac, and, stripping naked, stood before him.
Then the man ordered her to turn around, examined the girl's body from all sides, and ordered her to get on her knees. Valya obeyed. Dima took her by the hair and pulled her towards him.
"For starters, give me a blowjob. And do it well, I've seen you know how."
Valya obediently unzipped Dima's pants, took out his cock, and put it in her mouth. At first, she just sucked, then began licking the swollen head, running her tongue along the shaft, massaging his balls with her hand. Dima's cock wasn't long but very thick, so thick that when erect it barely fit in Valya's mouth. The man remained dressed, he looked lustfully at the naked girl at his feet, working on his penis. Valya got really into it, the situation aroused her to the limit, and she swallowed the cock whole, emitting soft moans. Dima didn't touch her, only occasionally commenting on what was happening with lewd words.
"You suck amazingly. Get on top of me."
The man painfully pulled Valya's hair. The girl stood up, she was shaking noticeably, desperately wanting to cum.
"Aren't you going to undress at least?" she asked timidly.
"If you want, undress me yourself. But slowly."
Dima's hands slid over the girl's body as she leaned over the armchair to unbutton his shirt, squeezed her breasts, making Valya gasp painfully, and went lower.
"Keep undressing me," said the man, slipping his hand between the girl's legs. A few movements of his skilled fingers on her clit were enough for the overexcited girl to experience a violent orgasm. Valya sat on the arm of the chair, unable to make a single movement. Her head was buzzing, goosebumps ran over her body.
Unexpectedly, Dima gave her a sharp slap.
"I ordered you not to stop. You'll be punished for this. Get on top of me."
Finally, exhausted from multiple orgasms, Valya stopped and literally collapsed onto Dima. She was shaking, hoarse moans escaped her mouth, her vaginal muscles clenched, tightly gripping the cock still inside her.
Dima let Valya recover a bit, then lifted her off (the girl whimpered sorrowfully, she didn't want him to leave her), and ordered her to get on all fours on the floor and not turn around. He undressed himself, went to the cosmetics shelf, chose a thick cream, and approached from behind.
"Did you like it? Look how wet you are," Dima began to caress Valya between her legs, making her moan again. "And now I want to cum."
The man opened the cream, smeared his cock, still glistening from Valya's juices, and then pressed it against her anal opening. The girl flinched and squeaked something in protest.
"Quiet. Relax. If you don't resist, I won't hurt you. So stay still."
"But I've never..."
"Everything happens for the first time sometime."
Dima gently pressed against her back hole until it gave way and let the head of his cock inside. Then he began to move gently, with each movement pushing the penis deeper and deeper. At first, it hurt Valya, she tried to pull away and even cried, but then the pain subsided, leaving an incredible feeling of complete fullness. She felt the head and every ridge on the cock, something she had never experienced during regular sex, the girl relaxed, began to gently push back, and moaned when Dima increased the pace. The approach of orgasm was also unusual, it seemed her brain reacted to this feeling first, and with a second's delay — her body, Valya shuddered and screamed, arching her back to let the penis enter her deeper. Dima moved faster and faster, holding her buttocks firmly, literally impaling her on himself. The girl managed to cum once more before he abruptly pulled out his cock, grabbed her by the hair, and covered her face with cum.
"Well, you're just a delight," said Dima, catching his breath a little. "Well, our deal stands." He looked with a smile at the girl lying on the floor. "Unless you want a repeat yourself."