If you satisfy my darkest desires, I will give myself completely to your desires, I will be the drug that runs in your blood and that whispered voice in your brain.

To protect the identity of those involved, the names and places of this story have been changed... André was always the kind of straight man with an ordinary appearance, with a structured family, a good job and a thriving career however in a way he felt a sense of apathy whenever he reflected on his own life, of how despite doing everything according to the rules he felt that something was missing but didn't know exactly what. André had sex with his wife every Friday, as an obligation to be fulfilled not a pleasure to be enjoyed, he would thrust between her legs, kiss her mouth, come inside her but he didn't feel satisfaction, something was still missing. One day André, in a moment of pure impulse, took the car and drove through the city, the streets were calm, almost deserted, the radio was playing a song from the moment of some singer that he didn't know was when he saw her... Standing on the corner was a beautiful woman with a statuesque body, wearing clothes that left nothing to the imagination and her long blond hair fluttering in the wind, he felt a spark of desire grow inside him and he slowed the car until it stopped beside her. The woman approached him as she had done many times before and leaned over the car window, her breasts were large silicone and even that turned him on because she was running away from what he usually considered attractive. "Hi cat." her voice was husky, sensual and penetrated that man deeply, André felt a chill slowly rising through his body. "Hi..." he replied shyly, almost giving up on that idea. "What do you want?" she asked almost referring to herself, after all they knew which product was being traded. "You... Can I see you better?" The woman then took a few steps away and slowly turned around showing herself to him and then lifted her short denim skirt and panties and pulled out something he hadn't expected. He was big, much bigger than André was between his legs, thick, with veins raised in relief under his smooth skin, his head swollen and very red. "Is that what you want?" she asked approaching him, holding the dick until he was very close, if he leaned in he could touch him, kiss him and those thoughts scared André but also made him know that maybe that was what was missing. André took his wallet, took out some bills and handed it to her. "That's enough?" he asked still shy but he was feeling like he was about to erupt, his cock was hard as a rock like he had never felt before. "Yes..." she replied putting the money away and walked around, getting into the car. André drove to a motel that she indicated, a little anxious, afraid that someone would see him entering there, but he did. The place exuded sex. The blonde looked at herself in a large mirror. "Have you done this before?" looked curious. "No, it's the first time and I don't even know if I should do it." he responded. The blonde approached him and took his hand leading her inside her panties where the dick was kept. "I saw how you looked when you saw him, you wanted him." André gasped with desire, caressing him slowly and feeling the butterflies in his stomach he'd never felt before in his life. "Do you want him?" she asked quietly, André felt her getting hard. He himself nervously made a decision. To be continued...