Schwanger von meinem skrupellosen CEO-Chef (R18+)

Mature Content R18+ · Parental Guidance

Giselle Saavedra

"Oh, shit! Please, very slowly, your penis is so huge!"

I bit into the pillow while I knelt on all fours and the stranger pushed his hard member into my tight entrance.

Yes. I was a virgin.

But I had absolutely no recollection of how I had ended up in this dark, cold room – together with a man whose name or face I didn't even know.

"You're so tight!", the man groaned, holding me by the hips and thrusting his genitals deeper and deeper inside me.

My mouth almost watered, and my eyes rolled back as he began to slide back and forth in my entrance.

"Squeeze harder," I whispered softly.

"What?" he asked, in a tone as if he were teasing me. "Tell me, what should I squeeze harder?"

I had tears in my eyes, but it felt so incredibly good that I replied: "Your cock, ram it deep into my pussy, please, push it all the way in, you fuck so damn well!"

I heard him laugh softly. He licked my bottom, pinched both of my breasts, and then thrust into me at a furious pace.

I almost forgot my own name because of all the intense thrusting. My insides felt full and filled by the thickness of his penis – I'm no expert, but I'd estimate it was at least 18 centimeters.

"I'll be right there," he whispered.

His thrusting into my pussy became even faster, until I came first, because he was wildly rubbing my clitoris while tirelessly thrusting his cock in and out.

"Ahhhh!", I screamed.

Suddenly he stopped, pushed his weight all the way into me, and whispered: "You are fantastic."

I was breathing heavily with ecstasy and exhaustion. I felt the man take me in his arms and simply let it happen until we finally closed our eyes and fell asleep.

The next morning my whole body ached. I looked around – it was a different room.

Where was I?

My eyes widened when I saw a handsome man beside me, his muscular, toned body and considerable height embracing me. He had flawless fair skin, long eyelashes, a prominent nose, and red lips.

The next moment I swallowed hard when I realized we were both naked.

Shit!

That's right, something happened last night.

And he had taken my virginity!

When the man opened his eyes, I immediately jumped out of bed and pulled the blanket protectively around myself. In doing so, I ripped it away, leaving the man's naked body completely exposed before me.

Together we stared at the bloodstains in the bed. The unmistakable sign that my protected innocence and femininity were lost forever.

My gaze fell on his erection, which stood perfectly straight. It looked as if it were ready for action again at any moment. I remembered the feeling from last night. Shit! I shook my head and hurriedly gathered my clothes.

While I was getting dressed, the man sat up in bed, massaged his head and looked at me again.

I took a deep breath: "I have no idea why we're here together today, but whatever happened yesterday—let's just forget about it, okay? I was drunk and out of my mind. Don't worry, we'll definitely never see each other again. Bye!" I shouted, ran out, and left the room.

I hastily pressed the elevator button and went down to the hotel lobby. My heart was pounding. My whole body ached, and I was limping slightly as I searched for a restroom. I stepped into a stall and exhaled deeply.

I washed my face and cried softly.

"I'm really having a run of bad luck," I whispered.

One day before...

I was in the office early that day because the new manager was to be announced. I had been working at this cosmetics company for five years since graduating from college.

I was sure I'd get promoted, since I was the top performer year after year. It was my first job, and I didn't plan on leaving, as everything had been going perfectly so far.

The salary was good and the boss was nice. I was all the more confused, then, when I noticed almost all the employees staring at me as if I had committed a serious crime.

Instead of praise, I seemed to be met with pure envy or anger. But why?

Was that a prank? Maybe they were planning a surprise party for me and just wanted to scare me or make me cry.

When I saw Bea, one of my best friends, at the office, she completely ignored me. Instead, she held her head high and said, "Mr. Sanchez, have me called."

I frowned, but followed her immediately. As we entered our boss's office, the fat, bald owner of Sunisa Cosmetics immediately lashed out at me in anger:

"How could you, Giselle! I counted on you, I trusted you, and then this! You're fired! And we'll discuss whether to take legal action against you, so you'd better watch out!" he shouted.

I stared at him, dumbfounded. Me? Fired? Why?

"Sir? What do you mean, fired? Just last week you sent me a congratulatory letter announcing my nomination for the new manager position. Is this a joke? This is not funny at all!" I said, shaking my head and laughing nervously.

But Mr. Sanchez remained angry and serious.

Bea spoke up and said, "Don't even try to deny it or pretend you don't know anything. Your account was caught deleting all the company files! You've caused enormous damage, because all the historical records are gone, even the backups were deleted. This was clearly intentional. And don't you dare tell us you didn't do it—each of us has our own password; you're hardly going to have shared it with anyone else."

My knees started to tremble. I immediately pulled my laptop out of my bag and opened it: Sure enough, all the data was gone – from sales figures and salary lists to customer and supplier details, nothing was there anymore.

I shook my head and, fighting back tears, said: "I didn't do that, I could never do something like that."

But Bea angrily snapped at me: "Why do you have your laptop with you? We're not even allowed to take our work equipment home, are we?"

I couldn't get a word out right away: "I... I took the laptop with me because I wanted to finish the report."

"Shut up!" shouted Mr. Sanchez. "Pack your things, and if I were you, I'd get a damn good lawyer, because I'm not going to let this slide! Get out of my sight!"

I left Mr. Sanchez's office in tears and went to my workplace. Since I had never been in the habit of keeping many personal items on my desk, there was hardly anything to pack.

One of the interns, Vicky, approached me: "Ma'am Giselle…"

I wiped the tears from my face and looked at her: "Why?"

"I don't believe you did that. To be honest... I did see Ma'am Bea sitting here at your desk once, snooping around. She also looked at your laptop; I don't know exactly what she was doing, but she disappeared quickly... and after that... I saw her kissing in Mr. Sanchez's office. And she's the one who, according to the announcement, will now be the new manager," Vicky said.

I froze. Bea? The new manager?

Bea had been my classmate and friend since college. She wasn't the brightest, but she was pretty. We were hired at the same time, but because she was a bit "slow," she had a hard time grasping the job.

Quite unlike me, who after only two years had risen to supervisor and later to assistant manager, while Bea had remained an ordinary administrative employee.

I didn't want to accuse anyone, but if Vicky was right, then Bea had chosen this way to get rid of me. I took a deep breath and smiled weakly at Vicky: "Thank you."

She handed me a USB stick: "Here is the copy of the surveillance camera footage from the day I caught Ma'am Bea in your seat. I don't know if it will help," she said and left.

I looked sadly at the USB stick. If Bea had turned out to be a traitor, I never would have thought she was capable of something like this. After all, I had always been the one she ran to when she was stuck or didn't understand something.

I stormed out of the office and threw my things into my car. The thought crossed my mind to visit my longtime friend Bernard. I was sure he was at his apartment, since he always had Fridays off from the bar where he worked as a manager.

I parked right in front of the apartment building. I was about to knock when I saw the door was ajar, so I just went in. I was horrified to see a woman's thong in the living room—and it definitely wasn't mine. Furious, I ran upstairs to the second floor.

When I burst through the door, my world collapsed. Bernard was in bed with another woman; both were naked and in the act of having sex.

"Honey, who's actually better in bed? Me or Giselle?" the woman laughed, smoking a joint. I couldn't see her face, but her voice sounded awfully familiar.

"Of course you, that Tusnelda is no good anyway! She never let me near her!" said Bernard angrily.

I threw her panties at him, which made him spin around in shock. But the real shock came when I saw who the woman at his side was: none other than Annie.

My own cousin.