Chapter 3: Chapter 3
The rhythmic slap of Tati’s hand on Galder’s cock faltered. Her eyes, dark pools reflecting the dim apartment’s gloom, locked onto his. The air crackled, thick with the scent of sweat, sex, and betrayal. Her cruel smile widened, sharp as broken glass. "You think that was the worst of it?" she breathed, her voice husky with remembered ecstasy and malice. "That him tearing me open on your desk, making me scream like a whore, was the peak?"
Her fingers tightened around his shaft, a brutal vise halting his instinctive thrust. Galder choked back a sob, his traitorous body trembling, slick with pre-come and tears. The image was seared into his brain: Tati bent over his polished mahogany, skirt hiked, Alejandro’s monstrous cock plunging into her, the wet slap echoing in the silence of his ruined sanctuary.
"No," Tati hissed, leaning closer. Her breath, hot and venomous, fanned his ear. "That was just the start. He fucked me, Galder. Fucked me with a force and intensity I’d never fucking felt. Not from you. Not from anyone." Her free hand traced a possessive, cruel line down his sweat-slicked chest, nails scraping lightly. "Every thrust… Jesus Christ… it wasn’t just filling me. It was rearranging me. Like he was hammering my insides into a new shape. His shape."
She paused, savoring the agony twisting Galder’s face. Her hand resumed its slow, torturous glide up his rigid length, smearing the copious fluid leaking from his tip. "And I came. Oh, fuck, did I come." A low, guttural moan escaped her, genuine pleasure bleeding into her cruelty. "Not just once. Again and again. Like fucking fireworks detonating inside my cunt. Each time he slammed home, that thick fucking head grinding against my spot… sparks. White-hot. Exploding."
Her hips rocked subtly against his thigh, reliving the sensation. "I couldn’t stop it. Couldn’t control it. My body just… surrendered. Took everything he gave and screamed for more." Her voice rose, mimicking her own desperate cries. "'¡Más! ¡Más duro, Alejandro! ¡Fóllame! ¡Reviéntame!'" The Spanish curses, raw and filthy, hung in the air. "Louder and louder. Begging him to ruin me. To break me open wider."
Galder whimpered, a broken sound torn from deep within. The humiliation wasn't just private anymore. It was public. Spectacle.
Tati’s laugh was sharp, triumphant. "You think Carla was the only one? That timid little mouse?" She shook her head, her dark hair brushing his shoulder. "No. My screams… they weren’t whispers, cornudo. They were fucking operatic. Echoing down your precious executive hallway." Her eyes gleamed with malicious delight. "Doors cracked open. Faces peered out. Stunned. Horrified. Aroused? Who fucking knows. But they all heard. The whole goddamn floor heard Alejandro Velasco’s wife getting her brains fucked out on your desk by the man who’s stealing your company. Heard me begging for it. Begging him."
She emphasized the name, twisting the knife. "And he gave it to me. Oh, did he give it to me." Her hand sped up slightly on Galder’s cock, a cruel mimicry of Alejandro’s pace. "He turned into a fucking machine. Relentless. No pause. No fucking mercy." Her breath hitched, her own body remembering the brutal onslaught. "Just piston-fucking me. Hard. Fast. Deep. The desk hammered against the wall. My tits crushed flat on your quarterly reports. My juices soaking everything – papers, leather, wood. The smell… God, the smell of sex and sweat and him filled the whole fucking office."
She leaned in, her lips brushing his earlobe. "He fucked my cunt raw, Galder. Melted it. Turned it into a hot, wet, ruined mess that belonged only to him." Her voice dropped to a harsh whisper. "He fucked me until my legs shook. Until my vision blurred. Until the screams turned into ragged, broken sobs." Her hand squeezed his cock base brutally, stopping him again. "Until I couldn’t… fucking… take it anymore."
The admission hung heavy. A moment of vulnerability instantly weaponized. "My body gave out," she confessed, her voice thick with a perverse mix of shame and remembered ecstasy. "I couldn't keep up. Couldn't match his rhythm. My knees buckled. I slumped forward, a sobbing, dripping wreck sprawled across your desk." She paused, letting the image sink in – Tati, utterly spent, conquered. "And you know what he did?"
Galder couldn't speak. Could barely breathe. His cock throbbed painfully in her unforgiving grip.
Tati’s smile returned, predatory and cold. "He didn't stop." Her hand resumed its punishing glide, faster now, slick and obscene. "He just… adjusted. Grabbed my hips tighter. Lifted my ass higher. And kept fucking. Harder. Deeper. Using my limp body like his personal fuckdoll. Grunting like an animal. 'Take it, puta,' he growled. 'Take every fucking inch.'"
Tati’s grip tightened around Galder’s cock, her nails biting into his thigh as she leaned closer, her breath hot and venomous against his ear. "I begged him," she hissed, the words raw with remembered desperation. "Sobbing into your fucking desk, my cunt throbbing and torn... I pleaded, '¡Alejandro, por favor! Déjame a mí... déjame montarte.'"
Galder shuddered, his traitorous dick pulsing thickly in her slick fist. He saw it: Alejandro’s cruel smirk, the predatory gleam as he finally withdrew, leaving her gaping and dripping onto the polished wood. "He just... laughed," Tati whispered, her voice trembling with humiliation and dark arousal. "That deep, condescending rumble. 'Quieres cabalgar, puta? Pues monta.'"
She described Alejandro shoving her aside, his movements deliberate, arrogant. He strode around the wreckage of Galder’s desk – scattered papers soaked in her juices – and sank into the high-backed leather chair. Galder’s throne. "He spread his legs," Tati breathed, her own hips grinding unconsciously against Galder’s leg. "His cock stood straight up, glistening with my cum, thick and angry red. 'Ven aquí. Muéstrame lo que vale esa concha.'"
Tati’s hand resumed its slow, torturous slide up Galder’s shaft as she relived the moment. She’d stumbled towards the chair, legs shaking, the sheer black dress clinging to her sweat-slicked skin. "Me agarré el vestido," she murmured, fingers mimicking the motion in the dim apartment air. "Lo recogí hasta la cintura. Todo para él. Nada debajo excepto las medias rotas y mi coño abierto, hinchado, deseando otra vez esa polla."
She straddled Alejandro, facing him, her knees sinking into the plush leather either side of his hips. "Sentí la punta ardiente presionar mi entrada," she gasped, her voice catching. "Me bajé... lenta... tan jodidamente lenta." Her eyes locked onto Galder’s, wide and merciless. "Su grosor... Dios... me abría como un puño. Cada centímetro que tragaba me hacía gritar."
Then she was fully impaled, her cunt stretched obscenely around him, her ass hovering just above his thighs. "Y entonces...cabalgué." Her hand on Galder’s cock began a matching rhythm – a slow, deliberate rise and fall. "Apretando mi coño alrededor de él, apretando como un puño caliente." She moaned softly, lost in the memory. "Subía... hasta que solo la cabeza estaba dentro... y luego me dejaba caer... ¡todo el peso! ¡Hasta los huevos!"
Alejandro hadn’t been passive. "Sus manos... jodidas manos grandes... agarraron mis tetas inmediatamente," Tati snarled, her free hand clawing at her own breast in the present, mirroring the assault. "Apretó... fuerte. Como si quisiera sacarme la leche. Los dedos hundiéndose en la carne." She arched her back, gasping. "Y su boca... Dios, su boca..."
She described Alejandro leaning forward, his teeth scraping her nipple through the flimsy dress fabric before his hot, wet mouth closed over it. "Chupó... duro. Mordió el pezón," she cried out, her body jerking against Galder’s. "¡Como si fuera uva! Un dolor agudo... dulce... que me llegaba directamente al coño." Spit soaked the dark material, plastering it to her skin as he sucked and bit, leaving angry red marks Galder could almost see.
"¡Más! ¡Más duro!" Tati had screamed, her voice echoing the phantom cries in the apartment. Her riding became frantic, a desperate piston motion. "Cabalgué como una yegua en celo," she panted, her hand on Galder speeding up, matching the remembered frenzy. "Mi coño apretándole la polla, chorreando sobre sus pelotas, sobre tu maldita silla." Her thighs burned; the wet slap of flesh against flesh filled the silent office – and now, the charged air of the bedroom. "Él gruñía... 'Sí, puta... así... revienta esa polla con tu coño de esposa'."
Galder choked, tears streaming silently. His cock, thick and leaking, betrayed him utterly, throbbing in time to the rhythm of his wife’s violation on his own throne. Tati’s eyes blazed, triumphant and cruel. "Me corrí otra vez," she gasped, her body tensing as if feeling it anew. "Violenta. Sacudida. Gritando como una loca mientras su polla me destrozaba por dentro... en tu trono... frente a tu maldito nombre en la puerta." Her hand clenched brutally tight around Galder’s base, stopping him inches from his own ruinous climax. "Y él... él solo se echó hacia atrás... sonriendo... mientras mi coño seguía apretándole la polla... poseído."
His knuckles whitened on the armrests of Galder’s chair, the leather groaning under his grip. Tati rode him, slick flesh slapping against his thighs, her sweat dripping onto the polished wood between them. Alejandro’s gaze devoured her, a predator savoring the kill, his mouth curling into a sneer as her cries echoed off the glass walls of the office sanctuary she’d corrupted.
"Desnúdame," she’d gasped, clawing at the damp black fabric clinging to her breasts. "¡Quítame esta mierda!" With brutal efficiency, he’d obeyed. Not the gentle undressing Galder offered. No. Alejandro snarled, his hands fisting the flimsy dress at her shoulders. A violent tear rent the air, fabric splitting like skin. Cool office air hit her flushed skin as the ruined garment pooled around her waist, baring her full, heavy breasts to his ravenous stare. "¡Sí! ¡Así!" she’d shrieked, arching her back, offering herself.
His hands were rough, demanding. Not caresses. Possession. He seized her bare tits, fingers digging deep into the soft flesh, kneading them like dough. "Estas tetas... mías," he grunted, voice thick with exertion and dominance. His thumbs scraped viciously over her rigid nipples, sending shocks straight to her trembling cunt still impaled on his thick cock. He pinched, hard, making her yelp, a sound twisted with pain and perverse pleasure. Then his mouth descended.
No kisses. Devouring. He sucked one nipple deep into the heat of his mouth, teeth grazing the sensitive peak. Tati screamed, her hips stuttering wildly on his shaft. He bit down, not enough to break skin, but enough to brand her, his tongue lashing the abused flesh. He switched breasts brutally, burying his face between them, inhaling the scent of her sweat and sex. He licked a broad stripe from sternum to collarbone, rough and possessive, then lapped at the sweat pooled in the hollow of her throat. His saliva gleamed on her skin, a stark contrast to the angry red marks blooming on her breasts. "¡Más! ¡Chúpamelas! ¡Márcamelas!" she begged, voice raw, her fingers tangling in his hair, holding his face against her.
The brutal rhythm of her riding intensified, her cunt a slick, clenching vise around his invading thickness. Every savage downward plunge forced a gasp from her lungs. She could feel the pressure building in him, the tell-tale throb deep inside her stretched channel, the tightening of his balls against her ass. "¡Por favor, Alejandro!" she sobbed, desperation cracking her voice. Her frantic riding became erratic, losing its punishing efficiency. "¡Córrete! ¡Dentro! ¡Ya no aguanto más!" Her nails raked down his chest, drawing faint red lines through the sweat. "¡Lléname el coño de lefa! ¡Hazlo! ¡Ahora, cabrón!"
Her plea, raw and filthy, ignited him. A guttural roar ripped from his throat, an animal sound of conquest. His hands clamped onto her hips like vices, fingers digging into the flesh above the ripped stockings. He slammed her down hard, impaling her completely, grinding his pubic bone against her swollen clit as he held her there. "¡Toma, puta! ¡Toma mi mierda!" he snarled.
Inside her, he erupted. Not a trickle. A flood. Hot, thick jets of cum pulsed violently into her depths. Tati shrieked, the sensation overwhelming – the unbearable stretch, the searing heat flooding her, the sheer force of his release hammering against her cervix. She convulsed, her own orgasm ripping through her, triggered by the brutal invasion of his seed. Her cunt clamped down in frenzied spasms, milking him, drawing out every last drop as wave after wave of scalding semen filled her.
He kept her speared, buried to the root, grinding his hips in small, possessive circles as the last spurts drained into her. His chest heaved, sweat dripping from his chin onto her marked breasts. A low, satisfied groan rumbled in his chest. Tati collapsed forward, limp, trembling, her sweat-slick skin pressed against his chest. His softening cock still lodged deep inside her leaking cunt. Her cheek rested against the damp fabric of his ruined shirt. The only sounds were their ragged breathing and the obscene, wet drip of their mingled fluids onto Galder’s chair.