Maya

My life had been nothing short of a nightmare. Every time I thought I’d hit rock bottom, life found another way to drag me deeper. Losing my mom had left a wound I wasn’t sure would ever heal, and just when I thought I couldn’t take more pain, my boss decided to give me an option: either I spread my legs for him… or lose my job.

It sounded unreal but it was my reality.

The worst part? I was still a virgin. I had guarded that part of myself like a treasure, promising I’d only give it away when I was married, when it meant something. Now, all those promises and dreams seemed laughable. Either I sacrificed the last thing I thought I had control over or I lost the job that was barely holding my life together.

I sat on the edge of the bed in my best friend’s cramped room, staring blankly at the peeling wallpaper. This wasn’t even my place, I’d sold my own apartment to cover my mom’s hospital bills, clinging to the hope that maybe, just maybe, she’d survive but she didn’t. Life took her anyway, and left me broke, homeless and at the mercy of everyone else’s kindness.

I was so deep in my thoughts that I didn’t notice when the door creaked open.

“Girl, what are you sulking about now?” My best friend’s voice pulled me back. She flopped onto the bed beside me with her usual confidence, crossing her legs like she owned the world.

I glanced at her, lips pressed tight. “Work problem.”

Her eyebrow arched. “What kind of work problem?”

I hesitated for a second, then the truth spilled out. “I have to fuck my boss or lose my job.”

Her eyes widened for a moment, then a smirk curved her lips. “Damn. So he finally said it?”

I turned to her fully, shocked. “Wait…what do you mean ‘finally’?”

“Oh, come on, Maya.” She rolled her eyes. “The way that man looks at you, it was only a matter of time before he put his offer on the table and honestly…” she leaned closer, her shoulder brushing mine, “it’s not the worst deal in the world.”

I stared at her in disbelief. “Not the worst deal? Are you kidding me? I’m talking about losing my virginity to a man I don’t even like, just to keep a paycheck.”

Instead of sympathy, she smiled and leaned even closer until I could feel her breath against my cheek. “You’ve been clinging to that virginity like it’s some holy relic, maybe it’s time to stop guarding it and start using it.”

Her hand slid across my thigh, sowly.

You might think I should have pushed her away, but the truth is, I didn’t. From the first night I’d stayed here, she had made her conditions clear. If I wanted to crash at her place, I had to let her touch me. At first, I told myself it was humiliating, degrading, that I was only agreeing because I had nowhere else to go but somewhere along the way, I stopped pretending and I started enjoying it.

She kissed me, soft at first, then harder, her lips demanding mine. Her hand slid up my shirt, her fingers finding my breast and squeezing firmly.

“Finally,” she whispered against my lips as her thumb brushed over my nipple, making me shiver. “You’re about to lose that precious virginity you’ve been hiding behind for so long. That pussy of yours will finally know what it feels like to be fucked.”

My breath hitched. “I… I haven’t agreed yet,” I managed, even though my voice sounded weak and unconvincing. “I’m still thinking about it.”

She pulled back just enough to look into my eyes, her smirk widening. “What’s there to think about, girl? You either fuck him and keep your job, or you walk away broke. Unless you’ve got some secret plan to turn your life around overnight, I don’t see many options.”

I shook my head. “No, but I—”

“No buts,” she cut me off sharply, her tone firm. “Stop overthinking and stop whining. You already know what you’re going to do.”

Her fingers pinched my nipple, making me gasp, then slid down my stomach, moving dangerously close to where my thighs pressed together.

“And right now,” she whispered, her voice dripping with hunger, “you’re going to open those legs and let me suck that pussy.”

I opened my legs wider for her, heat already flooding my body. She leaned down between them, her breath hot against my thighs as her fingers pushed my lace panties aside. The cool air hit my wetness, and then…her tongue.

She started teasing me, licking me, barely touching my clit, just enough to make me shiver.

“Fuck…” I moaned, my back arching against the mattress.

She hummed, like she was savoring my taste, then pressed her tongue deeper, flicking me with practiced strokes. My hands tangled in her hair before I even realized it, pulling her closer.

“Y-Yeah… fuck,” I gasped, pushing her head down harder. “Suck me harder.”

She obeyed, her mouth sealing around my clit, sucking with wet, greedy slurps that made me cry out. I could feel every nerve in my body come alive, my hips rocking against her face.

She pulled back just for a second, her lips shiny, her eyes dark and wild. “You naughty bitch,” she whispered, her finger sliding over my slit. “You’re dripping wet already. You like me eating this pussy, don’t you?”

I bit my lip, but the moan slipped out anyway. “Y-Yes… don’t stop.”

Her grin widened before she buried her mouth back into me, her tongue thrusting deep, then circling my clit again, harder and faster. I grabbed the sheets with one hand, her hair with the other, my whole body trembling as wave after wave of pleasure built inside me.

Her tongue drove me wild, licking and sucking like she owned my pussy. I could barely breathe, my body jerking with every stroke but then her hand slid up, cupping my breast, squeezing it roughly through my shirt.

“Ohhh…fuck,” I gasped, arching into her touch.

She pushed my shirt up, baring me, then her fingers pinched my nipple. I cried out, my hips moving against her mouth.

“Mm, you taste so fucking good,” she murmured against me before diving back in, her tongue circling my clit while her fingers rolled my nipples.

I couldn’t think, I couldn’t speak. All I could do was moan and whimper, lost in the fire building inside me.

She crawled up my body for a moment, sucking one of my nipples into her mouth while her hand slid down to rub my soaked slit with quick and dirty strokes.

“Yesss,” I moaned, clutching her shoulders, my head falling back. “Suck my tits… oh god, don’t stop…”

She moved between my breasts, biting gently, licking and sucking hard until my nipples were stiff and throbbing. Then she slid back down, her mouth finding my clit again, sucking it like she wanted to drink me dry.

“Fuck! Fuck! I can’t—” My voice broke into moans as the pressure inside me exploded.

My body shook uncontrollably, legs clamping around her head as my orgasm crashed over me. “Ohh fuck..Ana..”I screamed her name, my nails digging into her scalp, my whole body spasming as hot, wet release flooded out of me.

She didn’t stop, she licked me through every wave, her greedy tongue, sucking me until I was crying from the pleasure.

Finally, she pulled back again, a wicked smile on her face. She crawled up my trembling body, kissing me deeply, making me taste myself on her tongue.

“See, Maya?” she whispered against my lips. “Your pussy was made to be fucked and now that I’ve had a taste, there’s no going back.”

I was still panting, my heart was racing, sweat damp on my skin. My nipples ached from her mouth, my thighs trembled from release and yet… I already wanted more.

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The next morning, I tried to act normal but my body still ached from the night before. My nipples were sore, my thighs weak and every time I closed my eyes, I could still feel my Ana’s mouth on me.

But none of that mattered now, today was different. Today, I had to face him.

I dressed slowly, choosing a simple blouse and skirt, nothing flashy but I couldn’t shake the thought that no matter what I wore, Mr. Williams would undress me with his eyes. I spent the bus ride to work rehearsing in my head, what I’d say, how I’d stand up for myself but the closer I got to the office, the more that confidence crumbled.

When I finally walked in, he was already there. Sitting behind his desk, his eyes tracked me the moment I entered.

He barely said a word all day but his stare never left me. Every time I looked up from my computer, I caught him watching me, like he was silently reminding me of the deal. My stomach twisted, my heart was racing. It was like the walls of the office were closing in, suffocating me with the weight of the decision I hadn’t made yet.

By the time the day ended, the others had already packed up and left. I stayed behind, deliberately moving slowly, trying to avoid him but just as I thought maybe I could sneak out.

“Maya.” His deep voice stopped me cold.

I froze, turning to see him standing at his office door, one hand tucked casually in his pocket. “Come to my office.”

My pulse jumped. I swallowed hard, forcing my legs to move, I walked across the room, my heels clicking against the floor and knocked softly.

“Come in,” he said, voice like a command.

I pushed the door open and stepped inside.

His office smelled like him, cologne and leather. He sat behind his massive desk, leaning back in his chair, eyes roaming over me like I was prey.

“Lock the door.”

My hand froze on the doorknob. “S-Sir?”

His brow arched. “You heard me.”

I hesitated but my hand moved anyway, turning the lock with a click that echoed in the silence. My heart thudded against my ribs as I turned back to face him.

He gestured to the chair across from him. “Sit.”

I obeyed, lowering myself into the seat, my knees pressed tightly together.

His gaze lingered on my legs before lifting to my face. “You’ve had all night to think about my offer.” He said calmly. “So tell me, Maya. What’s your decision?”

“Hmm, can you give me more time to think?” I asked, my voice trembling.

His eyes hardened. “You better give me an answer now or you can kiss your job goodbye.”

Truth be told, I didn’t have a choice. My throat went dry. “O-Okay… I agree,” I murmured.

The smirk that spread across his face made my stomach twist. He stood up immediately, moving toward me. His hand cupped my breast before I could even react, squeezing it roughly through the thin fabric.

“Fuck,” he groaned, kneading me like he’d been waiting forever. “I couldn’t stop imagining how good your tits would feel in my hands.”

I gasped, trying to cover myself but he wasn’t having it. With one sharp tug, he ripped open my shirt, buttons flying, my bra straining to contain me.

“Sir…” I whispered, panic and heat mixing inside me as I tried to push his hands away, crossing my arms over my chest.

He grabbed my wrists, yanking them down. “You better be a good girl.” His voice was dangerously low.

Then he shoved my bra down, freeing my breasts. He put his mouth on one nipple immediately, sucking hard, his teeth grazing just enough to make me cry out.

“Ahhh…damn,” I moaned, shocked at how good it felt. My body betrayed me, my back arching, pressing more of me into his mouth.

He switched to the other breast, sucking even harder, his tongue swirling around my nipple until it throbbed.

“You like it?” he asked between licks, his breath hot on my skin.

My face burned, my chest rising and falling rapidly. “Mmm… y-yes…”

“Good girl.” He straightened, towering over me, then pointed to the floor. “Kneel.”

My legs moved before my mind caught up. I sank to my knees in front of him, my heart pounding.

He unzipped his trousers and pulled out his cock, it was thick, hard and veiny. My eyes widened, I barely had time to gasp before he shoved it into my mouth.

“Take it,” he growled, grabbing the back of my head.

My lips stretched around him, my throat gagging as he forced himself deeper. He didn’t give me time to adjust, his hips started thrusting fast and hard, his cock sliding in and out of my mouth with wet, sloppy sounds.

“Mmmf—” I choked, my nails digging into his thighs as he fucked my face ruthlessly. Saliva dripped down my chin, tears stung my eyes but he only groaned louder.

“Fuck, that’s it,” he grunted. “Such a tight little mouth, you were made for this, Maya.”

His words made my pussy throb, shame and desire tangling in my gut. I moaned around him, the vibrations making him groan as he shoved even deeper down my throat.

“Look at you,” he sneered, yanking my hair to make me stare up at him while his cock slid between my lips. “You pretend to be innocent but you’re sucking me like a desperate slut.”

I whimpered, my throat felt raw but I couldn’t deny it, I was dripping wet.

He shoved his cock back into my mouth thrusting it faster and deeper. “Damn this feels so good.” He grunted.

Then he pulled his cock out of my mouth with a wet pop, my lips swollen, spit dripping down my chin. My chest rose and fell quickly as I tried to catch my breath.

“Up,” he ordered, his voice rough. “Sit on the desk.”

I stood on shaky legs and climbed up onto the desk, the surface was cool against my thighs as I sat down, my heart racing.

“Spread your legs wide open.”