Gift from the Fate

In the end of the day, Gabriela no longer died of shame and discomfort due to the lack of underwear under her clothes. Though that wasn't entirely accurate, the long stockings, garters, and corset were underwear, just missing the panties and bra.

After lunch, she hid in the bathroom and carefully pulled the tampon out of her still loosened anus. It was abundantly soaked, and Gabriela threw it in the toilet, lest someone rummage through the trash and find it.

Then the shame continued to linger, but gradually transformed into something long forgotten. Mischievous and girlish, from the time before she was disciplined by her tyrannical parents and molded into the unscrupulous woman who had set herself a single goal.

Her personal success.

The transformation was visible to all the colleagues; most accepted it with relief. Finally, the terrifying woman let them breathe. Only a few drew deeper conclusions and raised an eyebrow or two. Not only did Ms. Dimitrova not bombard them with the usual mix of contempt and hatred, but she moved differently.

Wasn't that attention-grabbing ass swaying more than before? And there was something new in the woman's posture. Her movements were no longer so sharp and angry. Perhaps even a hint of girlish shyness? However, no one dared to speak up about it; Gabriela was still just as demanding. And her new assistant followed her inseparably and fulfilled her every wish. Or at least that's how it seemed from the outside.

In the evening, the two returned to her apartment, ate dinner together, discussed the political strategy of "The Gentle Face of the Party" or some book. Boyan was entertaining and smart. The woman had to remind herself more and more often that he was a blackmailer, and she, his victim.

She had unconsciously started doing things that pleased him. She took care of her intimate grooming, stocked her wardrobe with lingerie he liked. Whorish, as she sourly called it at first. Now she felt a particular thrill putting it on. The fact that she was no longer allowed to wear panties, and her breasts always had to be free, caused a contraction low in her belly and moisture between her legs. At least a few times a day.

Two weeks had passed since Boyan moved into her life. The two sat in the living room with a glass of wine each. Soon Boyan would urge her to go to bed, and Gabriela's body was already tuning itself for its regular dose of carnal pleasures.

"Ah, do you know this one?" The youth was in a cheerful mood. "Why do sperm have tails?"

Gabriela shook her head.

"So girls can grab them by them and pull them out more easily from between their teeth!"

Boyan burst into laughter at his own schoolboy wit, and Gabriela blushed and tried to make a disapproving grimace, but the corners of her mouth lifted on their own.

"That's so disgusting..." Even as she said it, she realized she'd messed up. "No... it's not natural..."

He responded with the familiar mocking expression.

"It's completely natural. Animals do it."

"I'm more than an animal! I hope."

Gabriela swallowed and fixed her gaze on the floor. Nothing had changed. She was his toy, and he could destroy her whenever he wanted.

"Comrade Dimitrova, come here."

His voice was quiet, almost caressing, the voice with which a master calls his bitch. "Now he'll ask me to... suck him off. God, I can't! I'll vomit!" But she knew she would go to him.

"Why do you keep calling me 'Comrade'? You can call me Gabriela."

Boyan was genuinely surprised. Did she really not remember? He leaned back and watched her. At first, he wanted revenge and to possess this woman from the past. To conquer his nightmare, to have a beautiful and tempting lady-toy. Then it was the intoxicating feeling of owning another human being.

And now? With the disappearance of the angry woman, the desire for revenge vanished. With the disappearance of the tyrannical Ms. Dimitrova, the pleasure of imposing his will on her vanished. After all, she didn't even know what drove him to put her in this position! She thought that he was only after the money.

Her features had softened and made her even more tempting than before. Of course, he could take whatever, however, and as much as he wanted, but to his surprise, he discovered that this no longer gave him the familiar predatory pleasure. Is this how Petruchio felt after taming Katherine?

"Come." He set his glass on the table and extended his hand. "Gabriela, come please."

The woman sensed the change. Her heart skipped a beat. Gabriela. Her body reacted on its own. She stood and stepped toward him. Wrapped in a silk kimono, with the thigh-high stockings he liked so much. Her wide hips swayed with each small step.

She would do anything he asked, even if it was the most disgusting. Did it take so little for her? She took his extended hand, and he pulled her to sit on his lap. Untying the belt of her kimono, he let it slide down her shoulders and slip to the floor. The silk revealed her heavy breasts with already swelling large brown nipples.

Boyan looked at her in admiration, without touching yet, to savor the sight to the fullest. A naked woman in the bloom of her femininity, with soft, tempting forms. Her only clothing the stockings, she sat on the knees of younger man.

Carefully, so as not to ruin the magic, Boyan cupped her breasts from below and lifted them, feeling their weight in his hands. With his thumbs, he gently rubbed the nipples, and they responded by hardening and standing erect. Gabriela's breathing deepened, and her gaze clouded.

Boyan's warm palms explored her breasts without crudely kneading them and without shyness. They pressed just right, and a quiet moan escaped her throat. He released her left breast and extended his hand behind her back, touching her barely perceptibly on the neck, and her skin prickled, despite the warmth in the room. Then he slid his hand down her spine.

He repeated, but this time scratched her with his nail. Gabriela closed her eyes and tilted her head back. Warm palms caressed her whole body, her back, her breasts. Each time they descended lower until they reached her juicy ass. Here Boyan couldn't hold back and kneaded the large buttocks. Gabriela, who had been sitting on him with her legs together, now spread them. The inner part of her thighs already glistened from the lustful fluid of her womb.

The woman turned to face him, grabbed one of her breasts, and offered it to his mouth. He greedily latched onto the swollen nipple and sucked it, making her arch back. The lad was surprised. She had always left the initiative to him before. Impatiently, she pulled her breast back and offered the other. She buried her fingers in his hair and pressed his face into her bosom.

He sank his teeth into the nipple in his mouth. Gabriela clenched her eyes from pain, and from pleasure, arched her back backward.

The lad's hands weren't idle. They kneaded her thick ass, and when the woman offered him her other breast, Boyan slid one finger between the buttocks. Its tip rested on her anus, pressed it, and began rubbing it. The ring guarding her ass opening was still tight, but not as much as a few weeks ago.

Moreover, it was already wet from the arousal dripping from Gabriela. Still, Boyan didn't penetrate right away. He took time to make her anus relax and accept the probing finger on its own.

Gabriela surprised him again by pulling back, placing her knees on the armrests of the armchair, and starting to unbutton his trousers. He helped her and kicked them off to the floor, along with his underwear. His cock stood ready, a span long, curved toward his belly like a saber. Gabriela straddled him and, helping with her hand to position it, lowered herself down.

"Ah-ah-ah!" She sat, taking him all the way in. "Ngh... Y-yes! Oh-oh-oh!"

A few days ago, for the first time, he had made her "ride" him, and the angle of penetration, as well as the depth, had made her cum several times. Gabriela stayed still for a few moments to get used to the sweet pain reaching all the way to her uterus.

Then she braced her palms on his shoulders and began moving, at first slowly, but soon picking up pace. Her nails dug into his shoulders, and the woman bit her lips to avoid screaming and alarming the whole building.

Boyan was amazed. For the first time, he saw open passion in Gabriela, not submission to his desires. Like whistling for wind and getting hit by a storm! That thought, like every other, was soon erased from his mind. Her insides burned and clenched him with every movement of her hips.

Gabriela leaned her face close to his. Her gaze was clouded. She bit his lip hard, and they both tasted the metallic flavor of blood. She greedily opened her mouth and let his tongue in, met it with hers, then wrapped her lips around it and sucked.

On the next up and down of Gabriela's ass, the finger positioned at her anus slipped inside her. She trembled but didn't stop. The finger thrust into her ass furiously dug into her, teasing that most tender flesh inside her. The woman responded with even more ferocious impaling on the stiff cock bruising her uterus.

Her body began to receive convulsive spasms, a sure sign for Boyan that her climax was approaching. He pulled his finger out of her ass, and she responded with a displeased whimper. But it quickly turned into a deep moan as the young man spread her generous ass wide, pressed the index fingers of both hands against her anus, and shoved them into her. He curled his fingers like hooks and pulled hard sideways. The anal ring stretched and opened wide.

"Oh-ouh! Ah-ha-ah!" This caught her unprepared. "Gently... oh-oh! N-no... y-yes-ah!"

The stretching in her anal ring was monstrous. It expanded her much more than with his otherwise thick cock. It hurt, but at the same time, it doubled the pleasure from the penis buried all the way in her uterus.

Boyan pulled more and more sideways, himself not knowing how much more the woman impaled on his dick could endure. He added his middle fingers and stretched her anus to the breaking point. Gabriela's face contorted from the contradictory sensations.

When four fingers entered her ass, she stopped moving. With a trembling hand, she reached back and touched her anus with her fingertips. The ridged, once tight brown ring was now stretched into a thin line. The woman's eyes widened in disbelief as she felt the violated opening of her ass. The gazes of the two lovers met. In his was surprised admiration.

"More?" His voice was hoarse, barely understandable. "Do you want... to... more?"

Gabriela couldn't find the strength to speak but nodded. Boyan's fingers released the stretched anal ring, and a wave of relief mixed with a tiny emptiness spread through the woman's body.

The lad took her hands and placed them on her large ass. She understood and opened it as much as she could, giving him access to the already slightly gaping opening. Boyan positioned three fingers from each hand at her anus and pressed.

"Oh-ou... ngh-h-h. Ah-ah-ah!"

His fingers entered her ass. Now from behind, she felt not only monstrous stretching but also fullness. Boyan incredulously felt his cock through the thin barrier of tender flesh separating Gabriela's two openings.

The woman's eyes rolled back, leaving only the whites visible, and she shook like one possessed by an evil spirit. Her breasts bounced and slapped his face. Boyan felt like her orgasm would never end. When finally the last convulsion subsided, he freed her anal opening.

The hole contracted somewhat but didn't close completely. Boyan glanced at his hand. There was a little blood on his fingers, Gabriela's anus had tiny torn, marking her tormentor with a red trace. She looked too.

"Gabriela... sorry..."

She shook her head. There were tears in her eyes, but she was smiling.

"You didn't cum, did you?" She waited for him, and when he didn't answer, she continued shyly. "Um... do you want me to... do it with my mouth?"

Even after everything experienced, she blushed and couldn't force herself to say "suck you off." His widened eyes were a clear answer. She rose with a painful grimace and knelt before him. His cock stood before her face, smeared with her own love mucus.

Strangely, now the thought of what she was about to do didn't evoke disgust. On the contrary, she opened her mouth and hesitated what to do. She had never imagined she would do such a thing and didn't know how to start.

She stuck out her tongue and cautiously touched the bursting with excitement head. It didn't taste bad. A bit bolder, she licked it like ice cream. Boyan rewarded her efforts with a pleased grunt. He buried his fingers in her hair and gently pressed her head into his lap.

She understood what he wanted and opened her mouth, allowing him to penetrate her. She didn't know what to do, so she let him move on his own. His breathing became heavy, and his muscles tensed. Gabriela experimentally involved her tongue in the game and swirled it around the penis that had entered her mouth.

It was pleasant for her. She even forgot about the sting in her anal opening. Boyan set the rhythm, and she raised and lowered her head faster and faster. Suddenly, the cock in her mouth tensed, and then the first jet of pearly white semen shot out.

It hit her throat, and Gabriela coughed. A second followed, and the woman choked. She began struggling for air, and Boyan released her. She lifted her face, inhaled greedily, and a new jet of semen hit her breasts, splattering on her face too. She managed to close her eyes before the next.

As she wiped her face, she laughed sincerely, girlishly, and to Boyan, the blowjob seemed wonderful because, though clumsy, it was done with desire. Impulsively, he leaned down and kissed Gabriela's swollen-from-biting lips.

For the first time, Gabriela fell asleep without plotting how to get to the floppy disk and the photos.

The next day, Ms. Dimitrova, now officially called in "24 Chasa" newspaper The Gentle Face of the Party, was invited for the first time to a TV debate. For an intelligent woman like her, it was no trouble at all to make her opponent a laughingstock.

A third-rate literary critic who, until five years ago, had praised communism, and now became a prime fighter for democracy. To his childish, even bratty attacks, she responded with a mix of contempt and pity. Her sharp mind, solidly backed by her blossoming femininity, made the party's percentages in the Gallup poll jump up.

What only two people knew was that during the entire debate, beyond her tightly closed legs, deep all the way to her uterus, Gabriela had a huge amount of semen. Before leaving for the TV, she called Boyan into her office, under the pretext that she needed to prepare her presentation. She told him to lock it so they could work in peace. When the lad turned, Gabriela had climbed onto the desk, hiked up her skirt, and spread wide. He didn't need a second invitation.

While half of Bulgaria burst with pride over the beautiful and smart woman, and the other half gnashed their teeth angrily and called her the dirtiest epithets, one person watched the broadcast intently and with a large dose of concern.

"We will prove that the future belongs to the new and reformed." Gabriela shone from the TV. "Cheap clownery and mothball-smelling debris have no place in the Bulgarian parliament. Our young leader, Zhan Videnov..."

Alexander Vasilev's cheekbones tightened into iron knots. This parvenu was becoming dangerous. It wasn't enough for them with the naive idealist Videnov, but now they had to control her too.

The old communists, now socialists, had cleverly manipulated the market and media. After the initial intoxication of freedom, the people didn't see honey and butter flowing from the taps, and many returned to the reasonably and soberly speaking socialists. The strategists behind the scenes had fooled the naive people that the party was reformed, pushed young faces as a screen, and it bore fruit.

In his guts, however, Colonel Alexander Vasilev felt that this woman was dangerous. She was beautiful, but dangerous. His assistant knew him well and, without needing to be told, poured another glass of "Stolichnaya" and placed it by the elderly man's hand. Then, just as quietly, the young man knelt before him and unbuttoned his pants.