Ceo

by Ky Crossfire

  — Hum… — He mumbles, taking a pen to take some notes. — You were not able to hold an erection or you didn’t even have one?

  I run my hands through my hair and put it in a loose bun at the top of my head. I puff, again.

  — I don’t even fucking know. I just know I’m not on my regular state.

  — You have done all the routine exam less than a month ago, they don’t show anything unusual. You’re at peak health. Maybe we should schedule a prostate ex…

  — No way. No fingers, no cameras, nothing at all goes in my ass. I’m just telling you I couldn’t get it up with four models right in front of me, crazy to make all my wishes come true.

  — Nicolas, doing prostate exams on my patients isn’t between my favourite things to do, but, looking at your medical history, I believe your problem comes from emotional issues. Feeling pressure at work, being stressed by the routine, it all can weigh down a man’s sexual performance. — He lets his pen down over my medical file a fixes his eyes on me. — Has anything changed in your daily life recently?

  I signal no with my head and start trying to connect things mentally.

  — Just keep on with your workout routine and well balanced diet. Would it be possible for you to stay home for a couple days?

  Yet my problem was at home and it had name and surname, Isa Brandão. That devil had given me hell to a point I couldn’t even calm down and have some pussy.

  — My advice is to slow down a bit, take a break and return in a month. You think that can happen?

  I left the doctor’s office going over the doctor’s words in my head, remembering the previous night while I drove my way home:

  “— You like it? — The redhead stopped kissing the blonde and glanced at me.

  The other two girls stripped each other’s bikinis off in a private show that could make any man go crazy.

  Yet, I just couldn’t get the previous night out of my head, dammit! How could she have the guts play crazy like that?

  She had to have felt something, it was impossible not to.

  And then, when she saw me in the pool with the four girls, she bit her lip to hold back a string of curses. She was just like that, always been that way, foul-mouthed, fist-throwing and trouble-making, but, when she saw me with another girl… Well, silence wasn’t something I was used to, coming from her.

  I was sent into a trip down memory lane, drowning in remembrances I just wanted to forget.

  Nicolas Reis

  Corumbá, Mato Grosso do Sul

  13 years before

  I took my shirt off, leaving only my shorts on. Isa was hiding behind a tree, taking off her shorts and her loose tank top.

  — Look away! — She shouts, dressed in nothing but a bikini.

  I laugh a go in first.

  — Your mother said there’s leeches here. — I get in and look at the tree she’s hiding behind.

  — Stop clowning around and look away. — She shouts again, covering her figure with her hands.

  I float around in the dark water, waiting for her to get in soon.

  — Where’s Rico? — I probe.

  — Went picking up his girlfriend, he’ll soon be here with her.

  — Hum… — I mumble. — Rico, in a relationship? She must be hot. — I hear the water splash. Isa must be diving in the lake. — You know if she has a sister?

  — Fuck you, Nicolas. — She curses me. — I don’t need to hear you talk about you being a dog.

  I smile and keep floating around.

  — Ouch, shit! — Isa shouts, and soon starts crying.

  It is the first time I ever hear her panicking. I stand up and swim towards her.

  — Ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch! — She shouts, barely hysterical.

  Even knowing she hates it when I get too close to him, I hold her in my arms and carry her out of the lake.

  — My foot! Ouch, ouch, ouch!

  Isa holds on to my neck for dear life, and I feel her body shake.

  — Don’t let go of me. — She asks, crying. — Please, don’t let go of me.

  I look at the bloody cut on her foot.

  — I won’t let go. — I assure her. — How the hell did you cut yourself like that?

  — How the fuck do you expect me to know? Don’t do any hard questions right now. — She snarls, tears running down her face. — Just don’t let go of me, it really, really hurts!

  It was such a vivid memory I could still feel the smell of her wet hair and her warm tears running down my chest while I walked fast steps through the woods, holding Isa in my arms.

  “Just don’t let go of me, it really, really hurts”, Isa’s voice echoed around my mind while the girls were climbing on the bed.

  — Get dressed, all of you, now. — I demanded and left the bed.

  — What’s wrong? Didn’t you like our dance? — The redhead comes closer to me and rubs her breasts against my chest.

  — I told you to put your clothes on, dammit! — I growl, closing myself in the bathroom.

  Now I was sure that, one way or another, I had gotten to her too. Isa had decided to ruin all my suits and, as of now, was looking at me with the world’s biggest fake innocence face.

  — Stop playing, Isa. You can’t even hide the fact you’re having fun with

  this. — She holds her gaze against mine and faces me like always: cocky and brash.

  — Little me? — Her thick quickly form a smile. — Not at all, Nicolas, I care so much for my duties, you don’t even know how.

  Cheeky little devil! Well, if she wants to play games, I’m in for it. I unbutton my shirt slowly, and her dark eyes widen.

  — What are you doing? — She swallows dryly, following every single move I take.

  — What do you think? — I answer, voice filled with spunk. I throw my wet shirt to her, and she grabs it mid-air.

  — Thank you. — She tries to keep a straight face, and turns back to the washing machine. — Now, if you don’t mind, I got a lot of work to do. — Isa put my clothes in the machine and stays in front of it.

  I don’t know how or why, but she manages to be even hotter when she’s mad, and that makes me even crazier. Unlike last night, I feel my cock throb.

  I take off my pants and boxers.

  — Wait, — I warn, coming closer to her — you forgot about these. — I throw the clothes over the already-on washing machine.

  — Since you left your clothes here, to be washed, you can go back to the pool: I’m sure that, at any moment, a redheaded or maybe blonde skank is going to show up so you can have some fun.

  And there you have it: that’s how I wanted her to react, that spark of jealousy, just what the doctor ordered! Something had to be there, It couldn’t just be on my mind.

  — No. — I growl, and breathe in the sweet smell coming from her hair — The one I want is right here.

  I pull her by the arm and make her face me. I use my body to press her against the machine. She tenses up and stares me down.

  — Let me go!

  — No. — I growl. — I ain’t letting you go.

  She tries to slap my face with her free hand, but I grab it before she can hit me.

  — Sorry, babe, but I don’t do the same guy twice.

  So I shut her up the only way I could: capturing her snarky lips in a furious, fiery kiss; my naked body pressing against her soft body; my tongue entwine with hers, drinking away all the desire and rage hidden behind her words.

  Without ever stopping the kiss, I put her hands against my chest and her closed fists opened, her palms touching my skin, and I just kept on kissing her, calming her down, quieting her rage, and mine too.

  I let her go and her hands went straight to my back, forcefully scratching me. she moaned deliciously inside my mouth every time I pressed my dick against her body.

  — Fuck, Isa — I said panting, and lifted her by her waist, sitting her on the machine. — Look at my cock.

  I stroked it looking at her and just stopped to und
ress her with all my urge. I ripped her T-shirt and bra off and licked her breasts before proceeding on undressing her. Isa sank her fingers in my hair and moaned. It was her shorts and panties’ turn: I ripped them off as quick as before. I stroke her wet sex, and she threw her head back.

  I sucked her juices off my fingers and licked my lips, delighting in her taste. I went down just enough to lick off her cunt: I bit the juicy, warm labia and sucked on it, and kept on until I felt the taste of her cum in my mouth.

  — That’s right, naughty girl — I growl, and bit her tights, leaving several red-colored hickeys. — I’m gonna make that pussy raw again.

  — Fuck, Nicolas, can you just stop… —But, when I get to my feet and thrust inside her hard, she isn’t even able to finish the phrase.

  Her breasts shake and her body rocks in the rate of my thrusts. She supports herself, putting her arms back, and screams my name, barely pleasing, when she orgasms one more time. I clasp her breasts in my hands and squeeze them, still thrusting.

  — Can you feel it, bitch? — I groan, fucking her deeply — How hard my dick is fucking you deep inside that tight little pussy?

  — Don’t you fucking stop, bastard! — She begs.

  — I ain’t stopping, at all.

  I let go of her breasts and pull her legs around my waist. I feel her core become even wetter and hotter.

  — Came again, babe? — I tease, and she fires at me with her eyes.

  She supports herself in one hand and tries to hit me again.

  — You wanna fight? — I snarl, holding her naked body close to mine.

  Her heart is beating just as fast as mine.

  — Shove your ego up your ass, Nicolas! — She curses me.

  — What did you say? — I sneer and get out of her, turning her back to me. — You said you want me to shove my dick up your ass?

  She tries to turn around and hit me, but I keep her hands against the washing machine.

  — You ain’t crazy.

  — Oh, you wanna bet? — I smile and nibble her shoulder. — Cause, since today, I’m pretty sure I am.

  I hold both her wrists with a single hand and, using the free one, I caress her sweaty, slippery curves, grabbing them, leaving my print on her body. I run my hand through her ass until I reach her tiny bumhole.

  — I wonder, can that little asshole take my hard dick fucking it hard? — I wet my finger and probe it slowly, just to tease her.

  — Fuck you.

  — That dirty ass mouth. — I wave my head in fake disappointment and slap her ass hard, and she flinches.

  — Motherfucking bastar… — But I wouldn’t let her finish her curse, entering her pussy again, hungry for undoing her, fucking all of her, until she scream my name again, again and again. Feeling my dick throb ‘til it almost hurts, I couldn’t be more horny and hot

  I free her hands and grab her hair, and she moans louder.

  — Say it. — I thrust hard. — Say — thrust —that — another thrust — you — thrust — are — thrust — mine !

  I take my dick from inside her, and thrust it all in again.

  — Yes, yes, yes! — she screams. — Right there!

  I fuck her even harder and cum at the same time as she does. My body is taken by pleasure and relief. I let go of her hair and nibble her bare skin before moving out of her.

  Isa sighs and, with her shaking hands, she collects her wet clothes from the ground and dresses herself quickly.

  I take one of the towels inside the dryer and put it around my waist.

  —Hey, c’mere. — I call her, but she ignores me, and goes away without ever looking back. — Isa.

  Fuck dammit! I follow her, but she walks fastly towards the kitchen.

  — Can you just stop and talk to me? — I demand.

  As if I wasn’t even there, she opens the fridge and gets a water bottle and I, clueless about what to do, punch the fridge viciously. My fist leaves a mark in it.

  Done. Now she’s paying attention to me, her eyes angry and rebellious.

  — What do you want?

  — What do you mean, what I want? I want you to tell me why are you like that. Did I hurt you?

  — Just get hell away from me, Nicolas. — She demands. — I’m going to my room, to change, and then I’ll go back to cleaning.

  — No. First, you’re going to tell me how is it possible for a person to melt away in orgasms and yet, still have the energy to fight.

  — Just go fucking fuck yourself, ok? — Isa curses at me. — I don’t need to tell you shit.

  She passes me and runs up the stairs, but I go after her and stop her from closing the door to her room.

  — I need to know why are you reacting like this!

  — What do you want, Nicolas, for me to fall for you like a teenage girl after a simple fuck? Is that what happens with all the girls you bring here? Just a few days ago it was Diana; then, it was me. Yesterday, the four models; and, today, me, again. Daaaaamn, how lucky am I, right? After all, just a couple hours ago you said you don’t do the same chick twice. So I should probably feel like I’m the shit, right, since Mr. Nicolas Reis blessed me with his holy dick and fucked me twice. Oh, thank you so much, Nicolas, I’ll be forever grateful to you. Should I keep myself ready, just in case one of your Barbies is ever late or isn’t able to come? Oh, and not to mention you wife. And, everytime I look at you, I feel disgusted by myself, because you made me into the thing I loathe the most: a mistress.

  — Is that jealousy? — I smile, and she becomes even angrier.

  — Jealousy you ass! This is what we call self-respect. — She barks back. — Now, if you’ll excuse me, I still got a lot to do.

  Isa slams the door, and I hear her lock it.

  Isa Oliveira Brandão

  When I’m done cleaning the laundry room, I return to my bedroom and fall down on the bed. I know it’s probably all in my head, but, even after showering, I could still smell him on me, his sweat, the feeling of having his muscles under my hands. I close my eyes and the memory of him putting my closed fists over his chest comes to my mind.

  Fuck, that messed with my head way more than it should, I felt his heart beating hard under that golden, delectable chest. I turn around on my bed. My plan had backfired, and I got caught on my own trap: I wanted to piss him off, make him mad, but it all went down the drain. He was such a fucking dirty player!

  I slept with him on my mind, the more I wanted to not think about that bastard, the more he made sure to be part of my thoughts. When I woke up, it was about six in the morning.

  I stretched my back. I had to make my time be productive today: in the morning, I would get Little Carol and take her to the machine shop. Then, I’d have breakfast out, ‘cause, you know, an empty bag won’t stand, and tonight I wanted to dance my ass off and take a certain wolf out of my mind. In the afternoon, I would thrift around for a proper, yet cheap, costume and then, I would go back home and get ready for the night: shave myself head-to-toe, exfoliate, all that shit.

  And so I did!

  When I returned home, there was no sign of Nicolas. Well… better that way! I went to my room with four bags in my hands: two held the costume, one the high-heeled shoes, and the last one held a few new makeup items, nail polish, everything I needed tonight.

  I spread everything over the bed. I got in the shower and waxed myself clean, only the Lord, and myself, knows how painful that was. I was hurting from last night still, and not to mention the bite marks that asshole Nicolas left over my tights again. I left a hair mask acting on my head and put on a dark sheet mask over my face, which the girl from the store had swore it would make my skin softer than a peach.

  When I’m done getting ready, I stop right in front of the mirror. It had been worth it running around the main street all afternoon, the costume was the bomb. Already wearing one of my new lingerie sets, a white one, which I chose to match my thigh-high stockings, I put on the costume shirt, white, with short, puffed sleeves. Then, I put
on the matching vest, a very handy one, since it was sort of a black corset, that made my waist look sharper. The final touch was the red circle skirt, adorned with black lace, which looked extra cute, since the colors matched the vest and red, hooded cape. The skirt wasn’t too short, but it also wasn’t that long, let’s just say it was long enough for me not to be arrested for public exposure. I put on my black, glossy high heels and take a full-body look in the mirror.

  Well damn, if I was a man, I’d kiss me! Sexy, but not trashy, the Little Red Riding Hood costume would be a slap right to Nicolas face. If he even met me today, that is, since I hadn’t seen him ever since last night.

  No, no, nope, I ain’t thinking about Mr. Wolf nor about him dogging around. I put on a moisturizing foundation just to make my skin look more even, some eyeliner so I could have a sharp wing on, and a bit of mascara, after curling my lashes. On my lips, I put on red lipstick, since I’m feeling naughty today, and splash on a little perfume.

  Done! I take a full look in the mirror again.

  I’m not the type of girl that instagrams every single step they take, what they ate, whom they slept with, but, today, I grabbed my phone and took a selfie, putting on my best fierce face.

  #readytomingle #Outside_Eatery

  I posted the picture and shoved my phone, my lipstick and a couple more makeup items in my picnic basket shaped bag, which I found adorable.

  I leave the room and close the door, walking slowly, not used to wearing heels this high. I soon hear his voice coming from the first floor:

  — I can’t believe you’re actually going out like that. — Nicolas snarls and stops at the bottom of the stairs.

  I go down the stairs slowly, and my high heels click with each careful step I take towards him, who’s following every movement of mine with a raging look in his eyes.

  I stop at his side and smirk.

  — Of course I am. — I smile and twirl around, making my red cape flounce. — Why, don’t you like it?

  — Those aren’t clothes to go out in the street with.

  I like to see him mad.