Silvia returned from lunch with her co-workers, Maria and Sierra, to find a dozen roses on her desk. The girls playfully teased Silvia as she opened the small envelope accompanying the flowers.

“Let me guess,” said Sierra. “Carlo?”

Silvia nodded.

Carlo was Silvia’s new boyfriend of three months.  They had met at a nightclub and he pursued her relentlessly despite the slight age difference in his favor.

“How romantic!” Maria smiled.  “I wish my boyfriend would send me flowers.”

“We can’t all be as lucky as Silvia,” Sierra added.  “Don’t lose this one!”

Silvia smiled.  She was really in love for the first time in her life.  She had steady boyfriends in high school, but they were just harmless infatuations.  When she went to college she experienced her first one night stand and she was turned on by the possibilities of being a temporary object of desire.  Soon she was having sex with random boys every weekend.  She settled down after graduation and became more discriminating in the lovemaking department.  Work took most of her time now. But since she met Carlo she started spending less time in the office and more time with him. When she described him to her friends they thought he was too good to be true.  The only drawback was the occasional times he had to break a date because he had to go out of town.  He was a corporate lawyer and was always working on important cases.  But he always made up for it with flowers, gifts, and dinners. Silvia felt a little guilty that they hadn’t made love yet, but she knew they would soon consummate their relationship. The note with the flowers included an invitation to spend the night at a fancy hotel downtown.  Based on recent conversations, she thought that night would be the night.

She arrived at the hotel to find the room empty except for a bottle of chilled champagne and a gift wrapped box on the bed.  She cautiously approached it and saw her name on a pastel envelope.  She eagerly opened the envelope.  “To my princess, a fitting gown for tonight.  Carlo” 

She unwrapped the box to find a beautiful white chemise.  She rubbed the sheer fabric against her face.  It was soft.  She imagined how it would feel against her naked body and it made her thick nipples tingle with anticipation.  She quickly undressed and tried it on. She looked in the mirror. She had to admit, she looked stunning, her dark hair and skin contrasted against the white gossamer lingerie.  She touched her breasts and pressed her nipples against the fabric.  She was wet with anticipation.

She didn’t have to wait long. She heard the sound of a key card and heard the door open.  She moved the empty box and wrappings.  She turned to greet Carlo, who wore a huge smile.

“Ah, my beautiful, princess.  I knew that was perfect the moment I saw it.  It’s as if angels made it just for you.”

Silvia blushed and hugged Carlo.  They kissed and his hands immediately went to work on her round bare ass.  She felt his cock stiffening and she moaned as one of his fingers slipped up her thigh and rubbed against her slick pussy lips.  Silvia got to work showing her appreciation, dropping to her knees.  Carlo undressed and guided his turgid member towards her waiting mouth.  She started slow, first kissing the tip, licking the shaft, sucking on his hairy ball sack.  She lubed the length of his cock and stroked him with both hands, then went back to sucking his cock, inch and after inch.  Carlo was passive at first, standing and letting her do all the work.  Then he ran his fingers through her hair, held the back of her head and slowly began to thrust.  “Open your mouth, princess, and relax.”  Silvia obeyed, opening wide as his thrusts increased in power until he was ramming his manhood deep in her mouth.  She struggled to breathe, gagging as he face fucked her.  She thought of her friend Sierra who was born without a gag reflex, able to swallow cocks as large as 8-10 inches with ease.  She was popular in high school and known to have blown a well hung black guy who she claimed measured 12 inches.  “Good girl,” he praised as he finally let up the assault on her oral cavity.  “Now get on the bed so I can fuck you.”
Silvia complied, crawling on all fours.  Carlo helped her out of the chemise.  She spread her shapely legs apart and Carlo slid up against her.  She raised her ass, offering her hairless hole to him.  He plunged deep quick as if to kill any suspense.  Carlo would not be a gentle lover, she thought, but she didn’t care.  At this point, she wanted to be fucked and fucked hard. And he was up to the task, gripping her hips and rutting like a wild dog.  Carlo seemed pleased she was up to his challenging pace. She was grinding against him as he pushed deeper and deeper into her tight, but well lubed cunt.  They fucked in several positions before he finally exploded load after load of cum on her ass and thighs. 

Post climax they drank the bottle of champagne.  After it was drained, he mounted her again, this time his hand held her hair like a bridle as pumped furiously behind her, her large breasts rocked back and forth.  After a while, she was spent and so was he.  They finally passed out at midnight.

The next morning, Silvia awoke to room service, but no Carlo.  A written note explained he was called away on business, but he’d call her in the evening.  She was a little disappointed.  She was hoping to get railed again, but was content with the passion they had shared.

Since she arrived late to work, Maria and Sierra had already jumped to the logical conclusion.  Silvia could not hide the glow.  They peppered her with questions and over lunch she spilled the lurid details.  Sierra smiled when Silvia said she thought of her during the infamous face fucking.  “Nice to know you think of your friends as your boyfriend’s cock is buried deep in your mouth!”  They all laughed. 

“Hey, have you told your mom?” Maria asked.

Silvia’s mother, Maritza, had recently divorced and was now living in the same city as Silvia.  They were close.

“You know, I haven’t told her anything more than I had gone out on a few dates with the same guy.  I should probably call her.  In fact, I think I’ll go see her tonight!”
Silvia made arrangements to visit her mother that evening, rehearsing in her head how she was going to tell her mother about the man of her dreams.  On the way over, Carlo called.  He was going to be stuck for a few more days out of town due to business, but he said he couldn’t wait to see her.  She hung up the phone as soon as she arrived at her mother’s.

“Hi, mom.”

“Silvia, darling!”

They embraced and went into the kitchen.  They sat across from each other, drank coffee, and talked like two sisters.

“Mom, I have an announcement.”

“Oh, shit, you’re getting married? No, pregnant?”

“MOM!!!!”

“I’m just teasing, what is it darling?”

“I think I’m in love.”

“With whom?”

“His name is Carlo. He is the most fantastic man I’ve ever met….” 

Silvia launched into the highlights of their three month whirlwind relationship, including their sexual escapades the previous night.  Maritza was quiet as they talked.  Silvia hadn’t noticed until she had finished telling her about the amazing sex they had.

“Mom? Are you ok? Did I get too graphic? I’m sorry.”

“No, no.  It’s not that.  It’s….”

“What?! Aren’t you happy for me?”

“Oh, no, honey. It’s not that. I just…”

“You’re what?  Sad.  Do you miss dad? What?”

“No. Nothing like that. It’s just…well, tell me the part about the flowers, the white chemise, and the hotel.”

Silvia recounted the story.  Maritza remained quiet, but her eyes were watering.
 
Silvia couldn’t tell if she was sad or mad.

“What’s wrong, mother?!” she demanded.

“Describe your lover to me,” Maritza said, restraining herself.

Silvia described Carlo.  Maritza nodded.  Her face was not sad.  She was furious.

“And your lover, where is he?”

Silvia explained and Maritza shook her head.

“I don’t know how to say this, but your lover, Carlo, was here this morning.  We made love in the shower.”

Silvia was speechless.  She was trembling. She shook her head in disbelief.
Maritza then described some freckles on his cock.  She mentioned that early on in their relationship she had received flowers and was sent to the same hotel where she was given a white chemise the first time they had sex.  Silvia was stunned.
“I met him when I bought this place.  He was a real estate lawyer. He asked me out. I played hard to get. I wasn’t interested, but he wore me down.  Then he started treating me, well, like a princess. We had sex at the hotel.  It was nice. I wanted more.  We had an arrangement. I gave him my key and he’d come over in the morning and fuck me in the shower before he had to go to work. He was here this morning, Silvia, fucking me in the shower,” she cried.

Both women were devastated.  They cried for what seemed hours.
“What are we going to do?” Silvia gasped. “I never want to see that asshole ever again.”

Maritza shook her head.

“I have a plan. Just do as I say.  You need to meet him when he comes back.  Get him drunk, fuck him.  Just get his phone.”

“I don’t understand.”

“Let me explain….”

Maritza laid out the plan. 

Silvia protested, “It will never work.”

Maritza said, “He’s a man, he thinks with his dick. Trust me. It will work.”

 

To be continued…