A large, muscular, strong guy stepped through the door as it banged shut. Camila turned to see who would walk into her office without knocking. Even though Liam normally knocks.
“Are you so accustomed to prostitution that you don’t even dress up when you’re at home?” Camila was a tenacious lady. She feigned as if she hadn’t heard him say anything. She gave him a big grin. Camila had never grinned that broadly before.
“What a lovely surprise, Stopher. What exactly are you doing in my office?” Chris couldn’t believe what he was seeing in front of him. His expression became solemn.
“Where did you go today?” Camila was taken aback by the guy in front of her. He has never asked about her whereabouts in all the months they have been together. Why was he asking her today?
“Since when, Mr. Grayston, have we started asking each other such questions? How is my whereabouts significant to you?”
His demeanor turned to one of frigid coldness right in front of her. Camila’s neck was forcibly strangled and her body was held against the wall by the man. His gaze was as sharp as a sword.
“You are continually putting my patience to the test, Camile. How did you spend your day?”
Camila’s cheeks became bright crimson as she was choking. The man tightened his grip even more, but the girl only grinned at him, as if she didn’t mind being strangled. Camila didn’t feel like defending herself today. She was thinking about how she was going to make this man suffer while she was being choked. She closed her eyes and grinned. Tears flowed down her cheeks, yet her lips made a scoffing sound. The man was taken aback when he heard the scoff. He began to wonder whether his wife was as wicked as he was. He let go of his grasp and regained his equilibrium. His tone of speaking remained cold and forceful.
“Choose nicer spots to fuck if you want to go fuck. Do you understand?” But the young lady strutted in front of him, pouring herself more wine.
“I had no idea, Mr. Grayston was so invested in my life. Has your life begun to bore you, Mr. Grayston, that you now, look at my every movement?”
The guy was deafeningly silent. The girl was young, but she had a razor-sharp tongue. Chris stared at her as she walked up to the window where she had been before. She drank her wine and gave him a frosty glare. Suddenly, he felt like banging her till she fainted. She was testing his patience and the only way to punish her was to bang her non-stop till his cock came out of her mouth. She stared at him and continued,
“Make sure that the next time you send someone to follow me, they join the bash. The more, the merrier. I wouldn’t mind fucking him too.”
Christopher didn’t know when he grabbed her neck again, but she didn’t act innocent this time. She also gripped his neck. They had each other’s necks clenched, but the man let go of her neck. She continued to seize his own and challenged him.
Camila went to the club for other reasons, but now that she realized Chris was tailing her, she grinned. She had no intention of utilizing the club but reasoned that since Chris now knew. She should start behaving like the slut he imagined her to be. She grasped his dick with her teeth gritted and squeezed it firmly, without blinking and gazing up at his face due to his height, Chris had to bend down to her level with his veins popping out from his face, evident that he was in pain.
“Camile!!!” Chris screamed.
Then there was a slight knock at the door. Camila knew it was her son.
“Baby, come on in!”
She then let go of his cock. The guy stood upright, without indicating that he was in agony, with a sigh. Today’s discomfort was not as excruciating as it had been before. Camila was well aware that Chris would never sleep with her and that she would never fawn over him. What she needed was to teach him a lesson.
“I believe Mr. Grayston should thank his son for coming to his aide.” She said with a smile on her face but the smile disappeared immediately, “Don’t mess with me, Christopher Grayston. I am more than capable of getting you to bow before me. I will squeeze your balls. You have no idea what I am capable of and what the hell I might do to your senseless cock.” Her frigid expression was replaced with a smile as though she wasn’t throwing daggers at Chris a minute before Liam walked in.
“Can we go swimming, Mommy?”
“Yes, mi Cielito, go change your clothes. Mommy is ready for a swim with her best boy.” She smiled so genuinely while talking to Liam, “Alright, Mommy will meet you outside.”
She kissed the young man. Liam then departed, leaving only the two of them. Christopher Grayston couldn’t believe it when he saw how a 21-year-old could swap expressions in the blink of an eye.
Did I marry a demon-like myself? He thought to himself.
Since the day he brought her home, he had been asking himself this question. Camila had an hourglass figure. Her body was that of a supermodel, with the proper amount of curves. She then got up gracefully. The man was a whore. For a while, he forgot she was young and stared at her with lustful stares, and his dick started throbbing in his pants. He rushed outside, and Camila gave out a sinister chuckle. She laughed so hard, knowing what he was running away from.
Meanwhile, Chris couldn’t help but wonder what was happening to him.
What exactly is this? This girl is the very embodiment of the devil. What was that? What’s the deal with my cock throbbing? Something is wrong. Why am I letting this girl harass me in my own house? Something isn’t right with me. Why did I want to screw her as she was bending over the desk? At the very least, I still have self-control. He thought to himself.
He left and went to the gym to get rid of all the tension. Chris was a tremendous snob. He saw a lady at the gym. The lady seemed to be fresh from the gym. He had his own gym, but because he enjoyed seeing women’s buttocks. He doesn’t use his own gym very often. He always bangs someone as he leaves. He had been staring at the new lady since he came, and she was encouraging him. She motioned him to the restroom. The woman tried to kiss him, but he pulled her face away from his.
“Don't ever claim what is not yours, my mouth belongs to my wife.”
He said that and the lady was so annoyed and started sucking him, she leaned over while he hammered her from behind.
The restroom was filled with grunts and groans. Members at the gym knew it was him.
“Get out!” he yelled as he yanked up his cock and removed the condom. The lady couldn’t believe what she was hearing.
“Get out, you are so annoying,” The woman gathered her belongings and dashed out of the restroom. Only to discover people laughing at her. The guy stayed for an hour, steaming himself, before leaving. As he drove home, tales of him having sex at the gym’s bathroom flooded social media. He had always done this throughout his life, which was unsurprising. People have become used to it. Camila and Liam were eating at the dining table when he arrived home. When he joined them, he saw Camila’s wicked grin. He expected his little demon to speak out, but to his astonishment, she remained silent. She had just finished her meal and retired to bed.
This time, she slept in her underpants. The guy then intended to challenge her, but he observed she was fast asleep. He changed into his pajamas and went to bed. He awoke early, took a shower, and went downstairs to have breakfast. He then proceeded to his office. He had an early meeting that he needed to prepare for.
As usual, Camila woke up the next morning and drove Liam to school. Since the Tina scandal, she had been looking for Grayston Group’s location on Google, and she had found the building the day before. After sending Liam off to school, she dressed and went to Grayston Group. She asked the receptionist where the president’s meeting was being held. And the woman showed her where the meeting was being held. The office had been prepared for the meeting. Camila hid under the table, waiting for guests to arrive. She already knew which seat Chris would use as it was the only fancy chair in the meeting room and it was identical to the one he uses at home. She made sure she drank something strong before what she was about to do. So she wouldn’t be repulsed. She was a little tipsy. The mission at hand had to be successful. She thought she then started to hear footsteps. The table was built in such a way that you couldn’t see what was underneath it. She then saw Christopher’s shoes. She crept up next to his chair and waited for the meeting to begin so she could torture him. A man called Mark gave a presentation at the opening of the meeting. Everyone was paying attention to him as he gave his presentation. While the man was busy with his presentation, Camila pushed herself between Chris’s legs. He wanted to move, but she pinned him down. She struggled with his pants button for much too long. She licked her lips as she made her way down to his zipper. He was fucking free bailing it. His lengthy rod escapes the limits of his pants. Camila thought the dick at the swinger’s club was large, but her husband had a beastly cock, the man was a beast himself too.
So much for being a man whore. She thought.
She scoffed, his cock had already been erected. The brain above his waist may be putting the brakes on. The dick curved up to her face, and her eyes widened at first because she didn’t know that a cock could curl up. She heard a low groan escape from Chris’s lips, which drew everyone in the meeting room’s attention to him. They presumably assumed he was disagreeing with what was being stated throughout the presentation. Camila knew he was not going to moan aloud. She got him where she wanted him. She jerked his dick and remembered what Amelia had done the other day. As she took him between her lips, she fisted the base. She did the same thing as Amelia did the other day. Chris was shaking. She brought some black hall's sweets with her to punish him even more. She wrapped her hand over his thick beast root. Slipped her lips over the plump head. He moaned again, Camila rolled her tongue all over the plump head. Amelia wasn’t rolling, she was kissing that day. Amused at what she was doing, she continued to torture Chris. She rolled her tongue at him.
Meanwhile, Chris was losing control and had to look normal in front of his staff. Camila’s heart was racing, but this is the language Christopher knows, so if she does this, she knows a lot will change. She put her lips around his cock and began thrusting in and out. The hall's sweets made him quiver uncontrollably, and he moaned once more.
This is a must-do task. I’m not going to let him treat me badly. Camila told herself.
The thought of him fucking anything he saw, the parents at Liam’s school thought she was just a girl because he can do as he pleases. That thought made her even angrier, so she quickened her speed. She wasn’t sure what she was doing, but the moans escaping from his lips were encouraging her.
It’s so satisfying to crush his sanity and take his breath in front of his staff. She thought.
His thigh stiffened beneath her free hand. His moans flowed to her ears in stifled pleasure, as if she was yanking them from his throat. Then she took him in fully. She’s not sure how she accomplished it, but she did. Maybe anger made her do it because the man was huge. She took his big cock fully in and felt like she was ready to vomit, but she placed another hall's sweet in her mouth and took him in again. He trembled and said to everyone,
“This meeting is over!” He yelled, making everyone think they did something wrong.
Everyone raced out the door. She quickened her speed. She overheard a big groan. He was trembling and losing control before exploding all over his clothes. What fell to the ground, she scooped it all up and rubbed it on his pants. She wanted to humiliate him. When she was done, she then stuck a piece of paper on his dick and crawled backward.
Christopher was horrified when he saw who was under the table. Camila wiped her lips with her tiny fingers, licked her fingers, and waved goodbye to her husband. When she saw him glancing at her and back at his rod, she gave him a mocking smile and shut the door.