She Should Never Have Accepted That Business Meeting
Elena had always believed she was invisible to desire. At thirty-eight, married for fifteen years to a decent but predictable husband, mother of two teenage children, and working as an administrative manager in a prestigious law firm in Milan, her life moved between rigid schedules, dinners to prepare, and increasingly rare and mechanical marital sex.
Everything had changed four months earlier, during a work dinner. Matteo Riva, senior partner at the firm, had looked at her differently that night. It wasn’t a kind look. It was a look that dug deep, that evaluated, that already claimed ownership. A few cryptic messages, a “casual” meeting in a hotel near the Duomo, and within three weeks Elena had found herself betraying everything she had built. Not for love. Not for romantic passion. But for something far darker and more powerful: the need to finally be broken.
Now she was here, in Matteo’s penthouse in the heart of Brera. The apartment was quiet, lit only by warm, indirect lighting. Elena knelt in the center of the main living room, completely naked, her hands tightly bound behind her back with rough jute rope. The thick black leather collar around her neck bore the silver engraving “Property of M.R.” that gleamed under the light.
Matteo walked slowly around her, his black shirt open, elegant dark trousers on. He stopped in front of the lacquered cabinet and opened a long box.
Elena looked up. When she saw what it contained, a deep shiver ran through her belly.
It was an ultra-realistic dildo. Enormous. The synthetic skin had an incredibly convincing flesh tone, raised veins, a thick and pronounced head, and that soft, almost heavy texture of a real semi-hard cock. Fifteen insertable centimeters from the balls to the tip, and a diameter of 4.5 centimeters that made it frighteningly thick.
Elena was stunned. It looked too real. The weight, the softness, the way it hung slightly in Matteo’s hand… it was disturbing.
Matteo picked it up, letting it dangle naturally in his hand.
“This is a piece crafted by Michelleselection,” he said in a low, authoritative voice. “It’s a luxury dildo. Not one of those cheap, rigid toys you’ve tried before. It’s soft. Heavy. Realistic. Perfect for reminding you every day that your body no longer belongs to you.”
He stepped in front of her, grabbed her hair firmly and yanked her head back.
“Open that married whore mouth.”
Elena obeyed instantly. Matteo pressed the soft tip against her lips and pushed forward with purpose. Thanks to its semi-soft texture, the dildo bent slightly and slid deeper than she expected. When it reached her throat, Elena gagged violently, her eyes instantly filling with tears. Matteo held her head firmly in place with his hand tangled in her hair.
“Swallow. Deeper. Don’t you dare pull away.”
He pushed a few more centimeters, fucking her mouth with slow but relentless movements. Elena drooled heavily, thick strands of saliva dripping down her chin, onto her breasts and thighs. Matteo looked down at her with controlled contempt.
“Look at yourself. A respectable wife drooling over a fake cock like a bitch in heat.”
After several minutes he pulled it out abruptly. Elena coughed violently, thick ropes of saliva hanging from her swollen lips.
Matteo attached the dildo to the suction cup on the full-length mirror that covered an entire wall.
“On your knees in front of the mirror. Ass up. Tongue out. Lick it like it’s the cock that owns you.”
Elena crawled forward, her forehead nearly touching the mirror. She began licking with humiliating devotion: first the thick head, swirling her tongue around the realistic glans, then along the entire shaft, sucking on the veins, kissing it submissively. It really looked and felt like a big, soft, heavy cock.
While she licked obediently, Matteo positioned himself behind her. He gave her a sharp slap on the ass, then another.
“Spread those legs wider.”
He grabbed her hips and thrust into her with a brutal stroke of his real cock, burying himself to the hilt.
Elena moaned loudly around the dildo in her mouth.
“Keep sucking it,” he growled, starting to fuck her with deep, powerful thrusts. “I want you to feel two cocks using you at the same time. One real cock wrecking your pussy… and one luxury cock filling your throat like you deserve.”
Each thrust slammed her against the mirror. Matteo pulled her hair hard, forcing the dildo deeper into her mouth.
“Deeper, slut. Suck it while I fuck you. Tell me what you are.”
Elena, with her mouth full, managed to mumble between choked moans: “I’m… your whore… Master.”
Matteo sped up, fucking her mercilessly, one hand wrapping around the collar from behind, restricting her breath just enough to make her head spin.
“Good girl. Now cum. Cum on my cock while you choke on that huge dick.”
The orgasm hit her with brutal force. Elena shook violently, her legs giving out, a muffled scream escaping around the dildo. Matteo didn’t slow down. He kept pounding her until he came with a low growl, filling her with hot, heavy spurts.
When he pulled out, his cum began to drip thickly down her thighs.
Elena remained on her knees, forehead against the mirror, breathing ragged, the ultra-realistic dildo still glistening with saliva in front of her face.
Matteo stroked her sweaty back, then gave her a light slap on the cheek.
“This dildo will become mandatory during your visits. Every time, you’ll use your mouth on it for at least fifteen minutes first… then you’ll take the rest. And you’ll thank me properly. Understood?”
Elena closed her eyes, her voice hoarse and submissive:
“Yes, Master.”
Deep inside her, that dark hunger grew stronger every day.
