Guilty Pleasures Chapter Two: Intrusive Thoughts

Cyndi is caught up in the image of what she saw in Angelo's bedroom. Can she shift her focus onto what is really important, or linger on that image?

‘Get your mind out of the gutter!’ I shouted to myself.

“Yes, I would love to,” I shook Angelo’s friend’s hand.

I couldn’t believe Angelo had set me up with a huge restaurant investor; he was throwing a large event for most of the restaurants in the city.

I was playing a small part in the event. I was going to be one of the four caterers. Angelo’s friend was polite enough to reassure me that I had nothing to fear; it was a food-tasting event, not a competition, so do my best.

I knew what this could do for me. I knew that I could pull this off. I just had to plan it.

“Thank you so much!” I couldn’t stop thanking Angelo as we got back in his nice company car.

Immediately, my eyes went to his crotch as he looked back and reversed out of the parking space.

‘Cyndi, stop staring at his cock!’ I tried to tell myself.

I had been stealing glances at Angelo’s crotch since the other night. I couldn’t get my mind around how big it was, two fucking hands on that massive black monster, and he still had room on it for at least another hand or two.

I had sex with Keller two nights in a row because of how much I thought about Angelo’s massive black cock. I couldn’t even say big, big was way too small to describe what I saw.