Gift from the Fate

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Keep Your Enemies Even Closer.

For about ten minutes, Gabriela remained on the desk, struggling to gather her thoughts. The pain in her knees made her stand up. She frowned, and her gaze fell on the puddle of semen that had leaked between her legs. She carefully stepped onto the carpet and took several deep breaths.

And so, she'd been raped! That statement sounded hollow and false even to her. How much easier it would have been if he had hit her. Instead, the insolent little bastard made her cum twice, and in a way she didn't remember ever experiencing an orgasm before. Not that she had ever placed much importance on sexual pleasure. She considered it overrated and dangerous.

It could distract her from her ambitious goals and get her into some stupid trouble, like pregnancy or, God forbid, falling in love! And here she was now, with trembling legs and a sore vagina, from which another drop of semen crawled down her thighs. With an angry grimace, Gabriela reached into her handbag, pulled out a pack of wet wipes, and started cleaning herself.

Her pantyhose was hopelessly torn. She balled it up and threw it in the trash. Then she reconsidered, took it out, and put it back in her handbag--better not to leave traces for some curious security guard or cleaner. She fixed herself up as best she could. Her hair was hopelessly messed up, so she just tied it in a ponytail.

She would go home, get some sleep, and figure out how to get out of this mess. As she passed the security, she lifted her chin haughtily, as always, but it seemed to her that everyone knew about her shame and was smirking maliciously at her. At home, she showered with water so hot it nearly seared her skin off. Her thoughts raced the whole time--how to get rid of that dirty brat Boyan--but there seemed to be no solution!

If the story became public, she could say she was following orders from another... that is, Mr. Vasilev or comrade Vasilev. Which was true. But of course, he would deny it, paint her as a neurotic, a careerist, a traitor. And who would they believe--a woman or a solid pillar of society? No.

She could try a desperate switch to the opposing camp. The "Blues" were a large but chaotic group of dissidents, intellectuals, good number of former communists and undercover agents of the secret police. But that carried too many risks. No guarantee they would accept her. And she remembered the camera flash.

Now the bastard had not only evidence of party betrayal but also pictures of her tits! Noshten Trud newspaper would break their fingers typing up the article if that fell into their hands! She even toyed with the idea of turning to the party's special resource. She knew about it, though she had never dealt with it.

People could disappear. But there was one obstacle - what about the copy given to an unknown friend? Maybe just scare the boy instead? The woman shook her head. And what if Comrade... Mr. Vasilev decided it would be simpler to get rid of her? For him, that would be the simplest solution.

No. She would play along. She would gain Boyan's trust and somehow neutralize him. His proposal to become her assistant could actually work in her favor!

Exhausted, Gabriela sank into sleep as soon as her head touched the pillow. She dreamed of Boyan, but wearing a Komsomol shirt. He showed her that she had falsified the diary and made her give him a blowjob. The next day, she remembered nothing of the dream.

She entered the party headquarters with her jaw clenched in anxiety, but everyone thought she just looked angry as usual. To her relief, Boyan behaved completely respectfully in front of the others. His face didn't twitch, the little bastard!

Mr. Vasilev just shrugged when she told him she wanted to appoint the boy as her assistant. Then he secretly noted that the Ice Queen might have a weak spot after all. It was worth checking out.

Gabriela made an effort to bury the boy in tasks so he wouldn't have a chance to talk to her. At lunch, she sent him to buy her a sandwich, and when he brought it to her office, she gave him a critical look.

"With the money you're getting from blackmail, you could have bought yourself something decent to wear in public," she couldn't hold back. "It doesn't suit you to walk around in rags from the street market!"

He responded with the familiar mocking half-smile.

"Of course, Comrade Dimitrova. I'll step out for an hour or two and come back a new man!"

She just snorted angrily. The money didn't bother her. The former communist party was downright rotten with it, but she was still irritated. At least he made no attempts at intimacy, even when they were alone. Maybe after yesterday's performance, his desire was sated?

A small voice inside her piped up, "Does he not find me attractive?" Gabriela just shook her head and shooed the voice away.

Boyan entered a store on Vitosha Avenue and felt reverent horror at the prices. The saleswomen first looked at him with something between disgust and pity, but when he pulled out the money from his pocket, they nearly broke their heels running up and down. In the end, lighter by several hundred leva, but dressed in a stylish suit, along with a bag containing three shirts and a few items from the lingerie store, he was ready for the next part of his plan.

It seemed insane and dangerous to him, and from that, he felt almost sexual excitement. He appeared at headquarters dressed up and with a sports bag in hand. The day passed without further incidents, and when everyone else left the floor, Gabriela continued her work without lifting her head.

"I hope the little twerp just leaves!" she repeated to herself.

Instead, he grinned:

"Comrade Dimitrova, that's enough for today. Let's head home."

Something in his words put her on alert.

"You go ahead, I have more work."

"It can wait, and besides, I don't know where you live yet."

Gabriela fixed her gaze on him. Finally, pursing her lips, she grated out with barely restrained fury:

"And why does it interest you where I live?"

"Ah! Isn't it obvious?" Boyan theatrically raised his eyebrows. "Well, we're going to live together, aren't we?! Here, I've even brought a little luggage. Don't look at me like that, you don't think I'll continue living in that hole in the university dorms?"

Gabriela closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "Patience!" she tried to calm herself. He held her in his hands--not just her career, but maybe her life. If the comrade against whom she had released the compromising material found out she was guilty... he still had enough power and influence to destroy her.

And yet, this youth's audacity was astonishing! He was moving in with her! As if that were the most natural thing in the world!

"If you're backing out, I can always leave, Comrade Dimitrova," Boyan added, as if guessing her thoughts. "With all the consequences, of course. But don't worry! With you, we'll conquer even the sky!"

And walking behind her, he grabbed her chair and gallantly helped her stand up.

***

Later in her apartment.

"Oho, nice cave!" Boyan nodded approvingly. "Let's change into something more comfortable and see what we'll munch on!"

"Excuse me?"

Gabriela didn't understand.

"Munch. Grub. What will you prepare for dinner for your caballero, beautiful senorita?"

Gabriela glared at him murderously. She considered cooking to be a waste of time, just like sex.

"Don't say anything, fair lady of the house. I'll check the fridge."

And without waiting for an answer, he barged into the kitchen. He clicked his tongue disapprovingly at the sight of the half-empty fridge.

"Nothing fatal! I'll run to the store. Give me the key, tomorrow I'll get my own."

Gabriela didn't drink often and never got drunk. But she had a bottle of wine, from which she sometimes allowed herself one or two glasses when she needed to calm down. This was exactly such a case. Boyan's audacity reached new heights every time.

He blackmailed her for money, fucked her, made her appoint him as her assistant, and now he was moving into her home as if it were the most natural thing in the world! Without realizing it, she drained the first glass and was pouring a second when the boy returned, false whistling an aria from Figaro.

He immediately set to slicing a baguette and spreading mini sandwiches with the skill of a long-time student. He chattered nonsense nonstop, and Gabriela, no matter how hard she tried not to pay attention, laughed. Though some of his reasoning was naive and others inaccurate due to lack of information, his assessment of the political situation wasn't bad. The boy said something she herself had suspected for some time.

The communist party needed to change its image and show a young face. Those Blues, the self appointed Democratic Forces had made a huge hit with Liliana Pandelieva, the Child of Democracy.

It was time for the empire to strike back... Lost in her own thoughts, Gabriela startled when Boyan slammed the tray of princesses on the table. The aroma tickled her nose, and despite her reluctance to show approval for anything done by the intruder, she couldn't hold back. Her mouth was already watering, and the simple student dinner tasted delicious. With a third glass of wine.

"Comrade Dimitrova, you wore me out with tasks today! Time to go to bed."

"You can sleep on the couch, I'll give you clean sheets."

Boyan theatrically made a surprised face.

"But please! We've only been intimate since yesterday, and you're already sending me to the couch. Doesn't that happen at a later stage?"

"Listen, you got what you wanted. Leave me alone and don't push your luck," she tried to sound stern. "I'm not in the mood. Find a girlfriend your age for... doing it."

Boyan's eyes sparkled, and his teeth bared in a predatory smile. He sensed that in her slightly slurred words, there was no firmness.

"But I don't want another. I want you! I'll wash the dishes, and you take a shower if you want." He blew her an air kiss. "See you in your boudoir, my darling!"

Without meaning to, Gabriela critically examined her body under the shower. She could lose a few kilograms. On her thighs and butt, there were some dimples from cellulite, though no slabs of fat jiggled. But this was absurd! Why was she even worried about what the insolent blackmailer would see and think!

Better to decide how to search his things when he fell asleep. With a bit of luck, the damned floppy disk might be here. The woman wrapped herself in a soft towel and entered her bedroom.

Boyan was already settled in the bed, naked. Shamelessly stroking his groin, his cock already stood proudly. Gabriela tried not to look at it but couldn't resist. The young man was beautiful. Athletic without being some muscle-bound fitness freak, his manhood was larger than all the other few that had penetrated her.

Not that she had much experience. But the most attractive thing about Boyan was his youth. His entire being radiated an irreplaceable glow of freshness and life that no cosmetics could mimic. She even felt a slight pity that she had to destroy him.

Gabriela opened the wardrobe to take out her nightgown, but as soon as she grabbed it, Boyan stopped her.

"Leave it, we won't need it." His voice had become hoarse. "And you won't need the towel either."

Gabriela froze in place, clutching her nightgown helplessly, her legs refusing to move. The bed creaked under Boyan's weight. He gently took her by the elbow and pulled her to sit on the edge with her back to him. He tugged off the wet towel and threw it on the floor. His breath scorched her neck, and the fine hairs on her body stood on end. She felt his lips on her ear.

Very lightly, like butterfly wings, and she suddenly trembled all over. His tongue circled the edge of her ear. The boy grabbed her hair and bared her neck. He leaned in and inhaled deeply. His lips touched her spine between her shoulder blades, then a centimeter higher and higher still, up to the base of her neck.

Gabriela bit her lips to avoid making a sound, but her heavy breathing was eloquent enough. Boyan grabbed her under the chin and turned her head. The woman had closed her eyes, feeling his breath inches from her face. His lips touched hers, but she pressed them shut.

Let him force her, she wouldn't give herself willingly! But he didn't force her. He continued kissing her almost chastely. His hands slipped under her armpits and cupped her heavy breasts from below. He squeezed them, and his fingers grasped the nipples, gently twisting them between thumbs and index fingers. Gabriela gasped, unable to stop herself, and Boyan seized the opportunity to slide his tongue into her mouth.

He barged in, just as he had barged into her life and her home. Insolently, without giving her a chance to stop him or even protest. He explored her mouth without rushing, doing it confidently and naturally, as if it were the most normal thing for a twenty-year-old youth to be naked in the bed of a thirty-year-old woman and prepare to make love to her.

One of his hands descended between her legs. After a brief struggle, he parted them and found her groin already wet with her juices. He found the swollen nub of her clitoris, pressed it with his finger, and rubbed it in circle. Gabriela moaned into his mouth, and without meaning to, her tongue found his.

Their tips touched, first shyly, then intertwined like loving snakes. Her mind screamed to stop, to resist. Her body couldn't wait for more. His hands seemed to be everywhere on her. Between her legs, on her thighs, kneading her breasts. Boyan pushed her to lie on her back and spread her legs.

She expected him to settle between them and penetrate her, but instead, the lad lowered his head and kissed her groin. The woman gasped in surprise. No one had ever done that to her before! It was... improper! Animalistic? At the thought of the latter, his tongue touched her swollen clitoris, as if closing some electrical circuit in the woman's mind. A lightning bolt pierced her from her groin to her brain, unleashing years of pent-up, suppressed carnal desires. She hadn't even imagined that touch there could be so gentle and yet so powerful.

His tongue circled her opening several times from top to bottom, and when his whole face and her thighs were smeared with love slime, he moved back to her inflamed-with-desire clitoris. His tongue expertly flicked it with the tip, and Gabriela cried out uncontrollably. In her clouded consciousness, she didn't even realize she had woven her fingers into her assailant's hair and was pressing him into her groin.

Shivers spread up her spine and crashed like waves in her brain, pounding her deeper into the abyss of pleasure. Each wave was stronger than the last, and the woman bucked as if plugged into the electrical grid. Finally, she clamped Boyan's head with her thighs, lifted her pelvis, and squirted slimy secretion straight into his mouth. Then again. Gabriela trembled in a fine staccato, and her body collapsed limply onto the bed.

Boyan lifted himself. The woman's love juice dripped from his muzzle, and he licked his lips predatorily. Gabriela lay before him with spread legs, beads of sweat glistening on her body, and the opening between her legs reddened invitingly. The young man settled between her thighs.

He was so stiff that he had to force his cock down to penetrate. He entered her without resistance. Her vagina accepted him hot and pulsing. He impaled her to the balls and froze like that, afraid he might spill into her immediately. Boyan clenched his eyes and tried all his secret tricks to delay his ejaculation--breathing, thinking of something else, clenching his glutes.

Nothing helped. Gabriela, still in the haze of her orgasm, spread her legs wide, then wrapped them around his waist and locked him with her ankles. The first spurt of semen flew deep into her womb. The second didn't lag, and for nearly a minute, Boyan growled and filled the woman beneath him with his vital seed, as if trying to drown her ovaries.

Gradually, Gabriela's clouded gaze began to clear. Her consciousness tried to summon rage or at least regret, but her satisfied body lazily refused. The insolent kid was still inside her. He had surely cum, but he remained just as hard and filled her so nicely. From his own orgasm, his muscles had tensed. With clenched jaws, he looked not only young but masculine.

"Beware, the devil is beautiful too!" a warning from a long-read novel popped into her mind.

He gazed at her with admiration. He had fucked more than one of his university colleagues, but this body with its mature femininity affected him stronger than any opiates he had tried from time to time. Gabriela's heavy breasts had sagged a bit to the sides, and as he rose to his knees, Boyan grabbed them, squeezed them together, and stared in awe. What a difference!

Instead of the shy pink nipple buds that girls had, this overflowing flesh was crowned with wide dark circles and fleshy, wrinkled nipples. They responded instantly, becoming even larger, and Boyan leaned down. He brought one nipple to his mouth and latched on.

How many years had he dreamed of these tits, ever since that moment at school! He sucked the thick purple bud, and his hips moved on their own. The stiff cock slid in the semen-filled vagina, pushing it out, and it mixed with the woman's bodily fluids, smearing both of them. His hands greedily squeezed and kneaded her breasts. He bit her nipple almost to blood and clenched his teeth.

Gabriela cried out in pain, and from pleasure, she arched her back in a bow and threw her head back. The young man on top of her bit both her breasts with ravenous insatiability. The amplitude of his cock's penetration increased. Now he fucked her with deep thrusts. He almost pulled out, leaving her desperately empty, only to plunge back into her. He impaled her all the way to her uterus, making her writhe in pain as his cock seemed to hit her ovaries.

Gabriela spread her legs as wide as she could and embraced the boy with her arms. Her palms slid down his back. The pain from her bitten tits and bruised vagina complemented the pleasure, turning it into an unfamiliar bittersweet cocktail. The cock inside her grew even larger and began to pulse, and Boyan pressed his lips to hers.

She greedily opened her mouth and let his tongue in, met it with hers, and her womb received for the second time today the vigorous streams of seed. Though she didn't experience an orgasm, the pleasure was no less and surprisingly satisfying. Finally, their bodies separated, and Boyan sank down beside her.

She remained with spread legs, and between them dripped the semen he had filled her with, mixed with her own bodily secretions. The trickle crawled into the cleft of her ass, wetting her anus and forming a thick puddle on the sheet.

Gabriela thought absently that she needed to change the sheet, but her body had relaxed lazily and refused to comply. Instead, limp and exhausted, she sank into the embrace of sleep. The last thing she felt before falling asleep was Boyan turning her onto her side, hugging her from behind, and pressing against her with his hot young body.

***

Gabriela dreamed that the youth made her undress in front of the National Assembly. She had been elected as a deputy, and he forced her to take off her clothes and enter the building naked. Unknown hands caressed her from all sides. They grabbed her breasts, groped her thighs, kneaded and pinched her ass.

She surfaced from the dream, only to discover in her half-sleep that at least part of it was real. Boyan was kissing her shoulder, then her neck. His hand kneaded her chafed and bitten breasts. Mercilessly, he grabbed one of her nipples and tugged it. His cock rubbed against her back, painfully hard again. For God's sake, what sexual demon hid in him?!