John confronts the woman of his dreams, but she ignores him in public and humiliates him in private. Can he win her heart and body, or will he become her sex toy?
John found himself back in the past, this time as an intern at the company where he had worked years before. The feeling of starting over was strange, but he was determined to change things. His goal was clear: to win over the girl he had always desired, even though he knew it wouldn't be easy. She, a tomboy with a tough appearance and a defiant attitude, had a reputation for hating men, but also for being addicted to fondling their genitals and taking some to private places to suck their members with a skill that left more than one breathless.
The first time he saw her in the break room, she was sitting on the couch, legs crossed, a look of disdain on her face. She was wearing a loose-fitting shirt and tight jeans that showed off her athletic figure. John approached, his heart racing, knowing this was his chance. He cleared his throat and said,
"Hi, I'm John. I don't know if you remember me, but I worked here a few years ago."
She looked him up and down, not hiding her indifference.
"You don't sound familiar. And what do you want?"
John smiled, trying to remain calm.
"I just wanted to tell you that I like you. A lot. I know it's not typical for someone to declare themselves like that, but I can't keep it in any longer."
She let out a dry laugh.
"Really? You? And what makes you think I'd want anything to do with you?"
John swallowed, but didn't give up.
"Because I think, despite everything, there's something between us. Even if it's just curiosity."
At that moment, their boss entered the room. The girl, without losing her composure, stood up and approached him with a seductive smile.
"Do you need anything, boss?" she asked, sliding her hand into his belt loop.
The boss, visibly nervous, stammered:
"Uh… no, I was just… just passing by."
She looked at him intensely and, without warning, knelt in front of him. John was paralyzed as he watched her unbutton the boss's pants and pull out his erect cock. With expert movements, he began licking it with a skill that made it clear this wasn't his first time. The boss closed his eyes, enjoying the moment, while John watched, torn between humiliation and arousal.
—¿Ves? —dijo ella, sin dejar de chupar, mirando a John por el rabillo del ojo—. Los hombres solo sirven para esto.
John sintió un nudo en el estómago, pero su deseo por ella no disminuyó. Al contrario, la escena lo había encendido de una manera que no podía ignorar. Cuando el jefe se corrió en su boca, ella se levantó, se limpió los labios con disimulo y se acercó a John.
—Si tanto te gusto, demuéstralo. Persígueme. Pero no esperes que sea fácil.
John asintió, sintiendo que había cruzado un punto de no retorno.
Las semanas siguientes fueron una tortura para John. La chica, cuyo nombre era Laura, lo ignoraba en público pero lo provocaba en privado. Un día, después de insistirle durante días, ella aceptó salir con él.
—Pero no te hagas ilusiones —le advirtió—. Esto no significa que vaya a ser tu novia.
La primera cita fue en un bar tranquilo. Laura llegó con un vestido ajustado que contrastaba con su actitud marimacho habitual. John no podía apartar los ojos de su cuerpo, especialmente de su gran trasero, que parecía desafiar la gravedad.
—¿Qué miras? —preguntó ella, con una sonrisa burlona.
—Nada… solo que estás… increíble —respondió John, sintiendo cómo se sonrojaba.
Laura se acercó a él y, sin previo aviso, presionó su trasero contra su entrepierna. John sintió cómo su polla, pequeña y dura, se aplastaba contra la tela de sus pantalones.
—¿Te gusta? —susurró ella, con voz seductora—. Porque esto es lo más cerca que vas a estar de mí.
John intentó besarla, pero ella apartó la cara.
—No tan rápido. Primero, demuéstrame que eres útil.
Al día siguiente, John se sorprendió al recibir un ascenso a gerente. El jefe, que parecía estar bajo las órdenes de Laura, no dudó en darle el puesto.
—Ella dijo que lo merecías —fue todo lo que explicó.
En sus citas, Laura seguía marcando las reglas. John solo podía besarle la mano, un gesto que ella permitía con una sonrisa condescendiente.
—Eres mi sirviente, ¿recuerdas? —le recordaba, mientras lo miraba con desprecio simulado.
A pesar de la humillación, John disfrutaba de cada momento. Le excitaba que ella tocara su pequeño miembro, riéndose de su tamaño.
—¿Esto es todo lo que tienes? —decía, mientras lo masturbaba con despreocupación—. Eres un cornudo, ¿sabes? Pero me diviertes.
En una ocasión, mientras estaban en su apartamento, Laura se sentó sobre su cara y le ordenó que la lamiera. John obedeció, sintiendo cómo su lengua se perdía en su humedad. Mientras tanto, ella sacó su polla y comenzó a masturbarlo con fuerza.
—¿Te gusta ser mi juguete? —preguntó, con voz ronca—. ¿Te gusta que te use?
John solo pudo gemir en respuesta, sintiendo cómo se acercaba al orgasmo.
Other times, Laura would press her breasts against his small penis, laughing as she did so.
"See? Even my tits are bigger than your thing," she'd say, though she always added, "But don't worry, you make me feel good."
John knew it was a white lie, but he clung to those words as if they were his salvation.
Finally, the time came when John decided to give it his all. One night, after Laura had welcomed several men into her apartment, leaving her ass covered in cum, he approached her determinedly.
"Let me try," he said, his voice trembling.
She looked at him skeptically, but nodded. John positioned himself behind her and carefully inserted his medium-sized cock into her body. It didn't fill her completely, but Laura seemed to enjoy the sensation.
"Not bad," he murmured with a smile. "But don't get too excited."
John began to move, feeling his desire growing. However, before he could finish, Laura stopped him.
"No," she said firmly. "You're not going to fill me."
She pushed him away and sat on the edge of the bed, staring at her cum-covered ass. John, frustrated but still aroused, began masturbating while watching the scene.
"Do you like what you see?" she asked with a wicked smile. "You're my perfect cuckold."
John didn't respond, but his hand moved rhythmically as his gaze lingered on Laura's body. The scene remained suspended, with John on the verge of orgasm and Laura watching him with a mixture of contempt and satisfaction. The future was uncertain, but one thing was clear: John was trapped in his game, and there was no turning back.