Her name was Samantha. Samantha had red curly hair and green eyes. She...

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Her name was Samantha. Samantha had red curly hair and green eyes. She laughed often. In the mornings she woke up before me and lost things. When I kept mine in perfect order, she would rush around our apartment looking for her perfume, stockings, and shoes. On the way, she could step on drops of water in the bathroom and swear. There were no men in our cozy home with her. The only man was the cat Mars. And then, he was castrated and will never know what sex is in his life. She also loved to drink coffee on the go and eat. Yes, we were lesbians and lived together. It’s been like three years now. Three years of our calm, cozy and quiet life together, full of mutual love and trust. We tried not to advertise our relationship with her. She, like me, was afraid of unnecessary problems. Samantha worked as a volleyball coach for a local school team. She was amazingly beautiful, playful and feminine. It would never have occurred to anyone in their life that Samantha was my girlfriend. When I looked at her tight ass and the way she flirted with the guys, I said to myself: Do you know that today we will fuck with her? Unlike me, she was able to easily find a common language with people and children at school. If anyone tried to delve into our cohabitation, we were just close friends. Friends who rent this apartment.
That morning, she was getting ready for work.
-Hey, maybe you should still wear another white blouse, not with such a revealing neckline? “I’m still jealous,” I said, scrolling through the news feed on my phone. I worked as an ordinary clerk in an office company and on duty, I was interested in the news.
- Honey, do you want me to dress like a man in overalls? There is nothing wrong if you wear a shorter skirt to work. In the end, if the girls don’t pay attention to us, then at least let them envy your graceful legs,” Samantha buttoned her blouse a little higher by one more button, “How now?”
-Now the bra is not visible, but the breasts are great,” I kissed her on the cheek and went to put the dirty dishes in the dishwasher, “Have you finished your coffee?” Am I picking it up?
-Yes, good luck at work, - we merged in a farewell kiss, and she left before me. I, in turn, left 25 minutes later than her. This was our hidden plan. And over time, we got used to it.
It was an ordinary day. So it seemed to me. Until Ilya came up to me and whispered:
-Let’s drop your printed rubbish, the boss urgently calls you to his place.
-Are you sure?
-Yes, yes okay, if I were you, I would be happy, he is not married.
Vitaly Valerievich was dark-haired. Handsome, smart, dark. He is 32 years old. And all the women, but as you understand, with the exception of me, tried to ring him. But, to my deep regret, he never expressed his preference for anyone.
-Yana, I’m glad to see you. It’s you that I missed,” He sat in a suit, he had a relaxed look and a slight smile. At that moment I decided that a promotion awaited me, but how wrong I was.
- You know, I have good news for you, I am promoting you. “I need a personal assistant, my right hand, so to speak,” he spoke evenly, calmly. At first, you were even glad to hear. Then he wrote my salary on paper. And he said the payment would be at the end of the month. I wasn’t even wary when the amount turned out to be excessively large. Of course, I decided that all this was just because I worked a lot. He also said something about my appearance, and a bunch of all the nonsense that men say to women.
- BUT there is one nuance. I will call you, and you will come right away. Answer my calls. Informal settings. Departures. To my home,” and then I looked at his face. I noticed how the tip of his nose turned pink. How slightly nervous he is. “You see, I’ve been watching you for a long time.” You don’t have a young man. You need a job, money. I even tried to give you a ride home after the office party. Well, of course you don’t remember, you refused and hurried home to your mistress. I kept wondering what was wrong with you. Everyone is hovering around me, but you are not. Moreover, you somehow even inadvertently hide your sexuality. And then I hired a detective. Just don’t think, I didn’t want to offend you..
With these words, he pulled out photographs of me and Samantha on the table. How we kiss.
- I even have a video. Your personal life is interesting. To be honest, I didn’t even think about how lesbians fuck. I’m not asking for much... - He began to take off his jacket and pull on his tie. Then I began to understand what I had gotten myself into. A lump began to form in my throat, and out of despair, I grabbed the photographs on the table and ran to the exit.
- Stop! Do you think you’ll leave me? I will tell everyone that you are a lesbian. Your girlfriend will be fired from her job. You will have such a letter of recommendation that you will not be able to work anywhere else. I’ll send this video out. And wherever you are, wherever you go, everyone will think that you are a prostitute. I’ll even leave a review on the site. “I can destroy your whole life if you refuse me,” his words began to turn from a scream into clear choppy phrases. I would never have thought that this man had so much thirst for power. I was so scared that I didn’t know what to say, I wanted to cry and run. But instead I stood still. I felt him approaching me. I didn’t want to turn around, and tears began to fall down my cheeks. It suddenly became clear to me how helpless I was in front of him.
“I’m not a bad person,” he told me. “I care about you,” he whispered to me. I began to feel his growing excitement. I tried to just not move. He pulled off my suit and kissed my neck. He probably feels incredibly good right now. “It’s better than starving, believe me. You just don’t know what good sex is. I’ll teach you. I’ll show you how to do it. A girl will never fuck you like I do. Just don’t resist me... Don’t be afraid of me... This is only the first time you will cry.. Then you will forget her. And you will love me. And if you don’t do this, then you can’t imagine what hell I’ll give you” anonymously