Episode 1

Hello, ladies. Before diving into the story, I will introduce you to the protagonists with their photos so you can get a clear picture of them right from the start.

Cameron Dubois, 25 years old. Automotive engineer.

Jackeline Beckett, 21 years old. Domestic worker.

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"Cameron!" she moaned my name as she felt me fill her completely in an embarrassing position. "Like that!" she said, driving me out of my mind.

This woman has the power to engulf all my senses with desire, pleasure, lust, just by saying my name, or anything that incredibly turns me on.

It should be noted that Jackeline is one of the few women who can handle my size and girth, even though she initially screams in pain as she feels filled to the brim. Despite almost ten months of doing it like rabbits, she still cries out in pain, but what turns me on more is that instead of asking me to stop, she begs for more, clouding my senses with lust.

"Is this how you like it, baby?" I grabbed her hair to make her arch her back a bit more, and she immediately reacts to what I want.

It's just that we mesh perfectly together, we are fire, passion, desire. What I like most about this mare is that she doesn't demand feelings; she is clear about what I want, and to my delight, she seems to want the same.

The two of us look damn good together; our colors blend, and we seem like the perfect mix, her hue with mine.

After making love like mad for most of the night, in every conceivable position, she leaves the room at around 5 in the morning, before the other domestic workers wake up and discover her. That would be catastrophic for her since my mother would kick her and her mom out on the street.

"Goodbye, my love," she gave me a very passionate kiss, and although I gave her a lot, it seems she’s still desiring more.

"Goodbye, my chocolate," I firmly grasp one buttock. "Hot," I finish speaking when she frees my lips, which now demand more— "Stay a bit longer," I groan against her lips.

"You're crazy; you know Matilde will wake up soon. If she sees me on this side of the house at this time, she might suspect," she says with desire written all over her skin.

I just can't help but want her; it's something stronger than me.

"Fine, but tonight, no one will save you," I tell her. She sighs.

"I don't want to be saved either," she tells me, clinging to me.

She leaves the room, leaving me hard for her again. This is my daily life since I returned from my trip and laid eyes on her.

"Good morning," I greet my parents who are at the table ready for breakfast. I kiss my mom, my grandma, my sister, and lastly, my father.

"Good morning," they reply almost in unison.

"Cameron, today we have to make the car presentation to the Russians, to see if they like them," my father looks at me with his big blue eyes, eyes that bewilder you with their blueness.

"I'm very excited, father," I confess. It's my first car design, and I'm thrilled to know if the client liked how I played with what they wanted.

Jackeline arrives to serve the juice while Matilde brings in breakfast. Just seeing her, I already yearn for her.

My mother forces her to wear a uniform, but I think it's a size too small because she looks damn divine in it, her large curves making the skirt of the uniform nearly burst, just like my member when it swells for her.

"Tonight, Elle is coming to dinner, son," my mother tells me, snapping me out of my lewd thoughts.

"Perfect," I respond casually.

Elle is my girlfriend, the perfect woman for me, according to my mother. She's from our social class, undeniably a beautiful woman, but she lacks what it takes to fill out the dress Jackeline is wearing now.

"I want chocolate," I tell her, looking her in the eyes, and she avoids them because she knows if she doesn't, I'll end up taking her right here in front of everyone.

She already knows what I mean when I ask for chocolate; it's our code word, so to speak. When I say that, she knows I desire her.

I don't care about the color of her skin; all that matters to me is what I provoke in her and what she provokes in me.

I finish breakfast and head to the company with my father to start our workday.

We arrive and the employees greet us; some flirt with me. They are beautiful women who work for us, but to be honest, I only desire her, even when I'm with others it's never the same, only with her do I want.

I enter the office with my father, and Carolina, his secretary, follows us to inform us of the day's schedule.

"Good morning, Mr. Dubois," she greets us cordially.

"Good morning," we respond in chorus.

"The Russians will be here at nine in the morning for the design presentation."

Later you have lunch with Mrs. Smith and her husband, and in the afternoon, a client who wants a custom car.

"Very well, Carolina," my father says, "please prepare everything for the Russians, make sure that juice they like so much is there," he says, looking her in the eyes, making the girl blush.

"Dad, how many years has Carolina been working for you?" I ask once the woman leaves.

"Why do you ask, son?" he turns on his laptop and looks at the screen.

"It's just incredible that she still blushes when you look her in the eye," my father shifts in his seat but says nothing.

"Why don’t you go to your office and finish preparing the presentation or start another design, who knows," he puts on the black frame glasses he now needs for the computer.

I smile at his response because I have been suspecting something between the two of them for some time now. It's not my problem, of course, but I don't want my mother to get hurt. I stand up from my chair.

"Be careful with what you do," I tell him, because I'm no one to judge; I'm with Elle and also with Jackeline, but it's different, my parents have been together for more than 25 years.

I go to my office, give a final review to the sketches to see if I missed anything; everything is perfect, so I patiently await the arrival of the client.

It's my first design for someone other than myself, the collection of cars I have in the safe in my room, which I will gradually bring out to make in our company.

At 19, I went to Sweden to start my career as a car designer. I was there for more than five years; I prepared, and I know that now I'm ready to take on this world, just like I devour that chocolate.

God, my pants are about to burst just thinking about my mouth in certain places wreaking havoc with my tongue.

"Mr. Dubois, the Russians are in the conference room, your father is on his way there," my secretary Alicia informs me.

"Thanks, Alicia," I hang up the phone, trying to relax, and not because of the nerves of the presentation, but because of the damn erection—I can’t walk out of this office like this, as I'm not dealing with just anything down there. Excuse me if I sound boastful, but my size is exceptional.

When it has sufficiently subsided, I head to where everyone is waiting for me.

I greet them and apologize for the wait, but I think I need to stop thinking about her during work hours.

I start my presentation; Mr. Muller gives his undivided attention to the images reflecting through the projector.

The presentation concludes, and I'm very sure of what I've done, but that doesn't prevent me from feeling a bit of nerves.

I am a decisive man, just starting out in the world of engineering, but I know I have the potential and the drive to conquer the world if necessary.

Mr. Muller takes a sip of that strange juice he likes so much, never taking his eyes off the final design.

"I congratulate you, young Dubois; you have equaled your father in this field," I released the breath I had been holding. "I loved this design; therefore, I want 10 to start," My heart bursts with joy; I am so happy.

Mr. Muller is one of my father's oldest clients and has acquired a considerable number of cars.

He has his business in Russia with his cars; I don't know what kind.

"Young man," he calls me, "I want you to design a car for my daughter. She will turn 21 years old, and I want that to be her gift."

"Don't worry, Mr. Muller, just send me an email describing how you would like it to be, and I'll work on it."

"I know you will do well, boy; I congratulate you; you've turned out very well, just like your father," he pats my arm as he walks away.

I do the same; I go to my office because now we have to pass everything on to the guys who will bring the dream to life.

In the office, I’m euphoric. I take a swig of cognac to soothe the excitement in my body and a terrible urge to go to my house at this moment to take Jackeline and celebrate with her, under or over, it makes no difference.

No, I shake that thought from my head; that woman is occupying a large part of my thoughts, and that could be counterproductive for both of us.

So I dedicate myself to what I love most.

Happy Love and Friendship Day ♥️

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