Desi never imagined there would come a day when she would have to make such a foolhardy decision. She shivered in disgust as she knelt at the feet of the ugly gnome-like man standing in front of her. She wanted to believe he was telling the truth, that his cum contained special anti-wrinkle properties. It sounded preposterous, but there was only one revolting way to find out. With closed eyes and a stomach full of butterflies, she commenced sucking his fat cock, praying Juan was being truthful.
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The Previous Day
Desi had it all, a stunning home set high in the hills, an older wealthy husband, a body to die for, and a beautiful face. All her friends came out to celebrate her twenty-sixth birthday party. A shiny brand-new red Mercedes convertible sports car sat in the driveway and another diamond ring adorned her hand; gifts from her husband. Unfortunately, Desi's happiness was dampened by an unexpected, unwelcome gift; she discovered her first wrinkle.
Like an invisible man, Juan served drinks to the snobbish upper-class crowd on the extensive grounds. A fountain shot water up and colored lights caught each droplet. The city lights' sparkled in the lower valley. He couldn't imagine living in such luxury.
As Desi's girlfriends gathered around her they all teased her discovery of a wrinkle. They said it was the start of a downward slope, and there was nothing she could do about it. Despite the extravagant party and well-wishes, Desi had a sour look on her face. She mingled with her guests and drank too much Champagne as she tried to drown her imaginary woes. The new wrinkle devastated Desi's spirit.
Breaking away from the noise, Desi walked to the edge of the sharp canyon drop-off. Juan casually walked towards the hostess with a nonsensical plan forming in his head,
"Good evening, would you like a fresh drink?"
Desi quickly replaced her glass of Champagne. She didn't say thanks or acknowledge the server as she turned away to stare at the hypnotizing twinkling lights.
In a surge of jealousy, Juan decided to have some fun at her expense. "Miss, I don't mean to interrupt, but I think I can help you."
Desi disinterestedly looked at the help; he was short, ugly, with a huge nose and a bald head. If Desi had to guess, she would say he was Mexican or South American.
"I don't know what you mean," she huffed, "and I don't appreciate you being personal with me."
"I'm sorry, but I overheard you talking to the other ladies. May I show you a picture of my wife?"
"Excuse me?" Desi got even more annoyed with the server.
"I think you will be impressed, please, only one brief moment; it may change your life."
Desi was perturbed but also intrigued, "Make it quick," she sighed.
"Please, hold the tray for me."
Juan held it out to her and Desi let out another huff, reluctantly holding the tray as Juan reached into his back pocket and pulled a photo out of his wallet.
"Here is a picture of my wife," he said proudly, "she is fifty-seven."
As Juan took the tray back from Desi, he handed her the photo. It wasn't his wife but his twenty-one-year-old daughter, Marie. She was beautiful like her mom, and he thanked God she didn't look like him.
"This is your wife?" inquired Desi as she looked at the photo, "She looks so young. Fifty-seven? Impossible!"
Juan smiled as Desi took his bait; her vain ego wanted to believe it was true. He could see the wheels turning in her head as she looked at him, trying to judge whether he was telling the truth or not.
"Yes," lied Juan, "that is my wife. I have a secret cream that keeps her skin smooth and wrinkle-free."
"I don't believe you," Desi snorted, "you would be rich if that were true."
"It's a long story, too long to discuss with you now. I am sorry, you're right, I should never have bothered you. Excuse me."
Juan took the photo back from Desi, put it in his shirt pocket, and walked away. He hadn't gone three steps before he heard her call out to him.
"Wait!" Desi exclaimed much too loudly. "Tell me more. I need to know the secret."
Juan saw other guests looking at them strangely. "Perhaps we could meet at a different time? When we have privacy."
"Yes, yes," Desi said quickly. The thought of being wrinkle-free captured her imagination. "Can you come here tomorrow? My husband is gone at nine am, and the housekeeper is off tomorrow."
"I am working tomorrow, and it would mean missing my wages." Juan looked into her desperate crystal blue eyes. "Maybe it is not such a good idea to be alone with me. What would your husband say?"
"I will pay you!" Desi blurted out in an attempt to get him to meet with her. "Is five hundred dollars enough?"
Juan hesitated; this was going farther than he intended. The picture was a joke. But five hundred dollars was a small fortune in his world.
"You must swear to keep our meeting a secret."
"Thank you. Can your wife come as well?"
"No, she works as a housekeeper for the last twenty-five years at a downtown hotel."
"Oh," Desi said as she gave the whole thing a second thought. If it was true and he did have a miracle cream, then it was worth the risk. "Never mind, be here at ten am, and we can talk more."
"Yes, Miss." Juan walked away to hand out more drinks. He chuckled under his breath at her rashness and how easily he had manipulated her. He wondered what he could get her to do tomorrow to get his special wrinkle cream.
Desi watched the ugly man walk away and thought about the picture. If the photo weren't fake, then she would give anything to keep her skin that smooth and free of wrinkles. Her closest girlfriend, Susan, cornered the ugly man. As she talked to the server her face lit up and she smiled curiously. Desi hoped the server didn't tell Susan about his anti-wrinkle cream or their plan to meet tomorrow.
Desi's good mood returned, and she rejoined the party with all her friends. Throughout the night, she kept stealing glances at the ugly server with a sense of hope at staying beautiful forever.
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The First Meeting
Juan arrived precisely at ten am, hoping he could be in and out in five minutes. Desi opened the door for him and frowned as she looked at his worn clothes.
"Come in. Will this take long? I have a tennis lesson this morning at the club."
"Not long." Juan forced a smile at her rudeness. He closed the door behind himself and followed her into the mansion. He bit his tongue and told himself once she foolishly gave him the five hundred dollars he would leave.
"Are your shoes clean?" Desi asked. She looked down at his plain brown shoes, "Oh, never mind," she huffed, "the maid will clean up tomorrow. Follow me."
Juan admired Desi's young body as she led the way through the massive house. The white tennis outfit hugged her curves, and her ass wiggled seductively.
She led them to the back patio to several red-stripped padded chairs under the cover of an overhanging roof. The infinity-edge swimming pool gave the impression it was running down the steep bank. Juan saw the bustling city below and wondered what her husband did to afford such an expensive house.
Juan noticed Desi's tennis clothes emphasized her breasts and the white bra underneath. He found out her short white skirt was combination shorts as she flashed him a peek when she sat down. Her blond hair was pulled back into a ponytail and tied off with a pink scrunchie. Juan sat down in the chair across from her and waited for her to talk first.
"I would have canceled today, but I realized I don't have your phone number," Desi intoned in a bored voice. "So, what is this secret anti-wrinkle cream of yours, and why aren't you rich?"
Juan hesitated; she wanted to be blunt, so he decided to be as well. "I don't think I will tell you, you are being very rude to me." With that, Juan stood and turned to leave
"Wait!" Desi panicked as she saw her chance at a wrinkle-free face disappear. "I'm sorry. Please don't leave."
"You have the money? You promised me five hundred dollars."
"Yes, I will get you a check."
"No, I think not. It is best if your husband doesn't know about me."
"Okay, yes, give me a moment, and I will be right back!" pleaded Desi. "Please, sit down!"
Juan returned to his seat and waited. His daydreaming of living in such a fancy home ended when Desi returned with five crisp one-hundred-dollar bills and passed them over.
"My name is Juan. What is yours?"
"Destiny, but my friends call me Desi."
"Well, maybe destiny brought us together. No? If we are going to work together, then you need to call me Juan or Sir."
"What do you mean work together?"
"I see the horrible wrinkle on your face!" Juan's eyes surveyed her face. "That is just the first of many. Soon your whole face will look like a dried-up prune!"
Juan saw Desi shiver at the thought. In fact, he could not see any wrinkles on her smooth white skin. "Come closer to me."
Desi leaned forward to let Juan look at her. She jumped but remained seated as he cupped both sides of her face in his calloused hands. His brown fingers massaged her cheeks and forehead. He frowned and kept repeating deep groans over and over.
"Is it bad?" asked Desi, from worry and disgust that he touched her.
"Not yet, you may have caught it soon enough. Once a wrinkle is there, you cannot take it away, but my cream will stop new ones."
"Really? Whatever it costs, I want it!"
"Unfortunately, I only have enough cream for one person. So, it is either you or my wife."
"Can't you make more?"
"I do every day, but not enough for two."
"I don't understand? Why not?"
Juan looked at the pretty woman. This woman would never look twice in his direction, but now she listened to his every word like a disciple. He looked into her eyes then lowered his gaze to her breasts; they looked so cute in her tight top. Desi screamed desperation in her eyes and body language.
It was now, or never he thought. "The magic is in my cum. You need to smear it on your face to stop the wrinkles from forming."
Desi's mouth opened in shock. "What? How dare you!" she screamed, "Get out!"
Juan smiled fully at her for the first time, and Desi saw he was missing several teeth. His brown eyes held no sympathy, only amusement at her outburst.
"If I leave now, I will never return, no matter how much you beg me," Juan threatened. "You will grow old and wrinkly, and your husband will throw you away for a younger woman with smooth skin."
Juan suspected Desi was vain enough to believe his lies. He imagined the turmoil she was going through; the consequences were all that mattered to her.
Even though Desi was hesitant, she wanted to believe with all her heart that Juan did have a magic anti-wrinkle cream. "How do I even know your cream works? All I have seen is one picture, and it could be anyone."
Juan pulled out a small worn photo album and gave it to her. The pictures were of him and his wife taken over the past twenty-five or so years. The first photos showed a younger Juan and his wife, and as they progressed, you could see Juan's face age, but his wife stayed the same.
Desi noticed with growing excitement the woman's body and face remained young and vibrant! She remained wrinkle-free!
"I believe you!" Desi said with more enthusiasm than she intended.
Desi's body and facial expressions gave away her excitement, and Juan knew she was a blonde bubblehead in love with herself. The photos he showed her were doctored by his daughter using Photoshop.
Juan smiled, she was his to do as he pleased. "I want to see you naked, or I will leave and take my secret with me."
Desi wanted to scream at him again, but she held back. He was right; once her face started getting wrinkles, her greatest fear was her husband would trade her in for a new model, and she would have nothing. That is how she ended up with her current husband, and the prenup she signed made it clear she would get nothing in a divorce.
"How do I know your cream works?" asked Desi, "I only have your word."
"And the photos, but you are getting ahead of yourself. What are you willing to do for my magic cum? What could you possibly offer me that would make me deprive my beautiful wife of her daily dose?"
As Desi thought about what she could offer him, Juan leaned forward, and she tried her best not to cringe as he caressed her face again with his hand.
"Such a beautiful face, what a pity it will soon fill with many more wrinkles." Juan sat back, waiting to see the extent of her misery.
"Anything," whispered Desi as she cast her eyes about, avoiding Juan's unyielding brown eyes. "I would do anything."
"I'm waiting," Juan said with a big smile on his face as his tongue peeked out of the space between his missing teeth. His exploitation was an opportunity to have a memorable fuck, and who knows, maybe get more money as he preyed on Desi's insecurities.
"Can we go into the house? Somewhere more private."
Juan looked around and saw none of her neighbors had a view of her covered patio. "No," he said firmly, "this is fine for now."
"Are the pictures real?" asked Desi one last time. Fear and confusion added to the clock ticking down in her mind, she became paranoid that this was her one chance at staying beautiful
"Yes, now don't make me repeat myself!"
Desi jumped at the harsh, demanding tone. She never dreamed she would let a stranger treat her like this, let alone such an ugly man.
"Stand up," he ordered, "do it now, or I am leaving forever."
The chair squeaked on the concrete as Desi pushed it back and stood to face Juan. She hated his smug smile, big nose, and bald head; she hated everything about him. This whole thing was surreal, but the images of Juan's unchanging wife in the photos were astonishing proof his cum did contain a magic formula.
"Good girl, come close to me. I want to touch your young body."
Juan placed a hand on each of Desi's bare white thighs, and she shivered at his touch. He rubbed her strong legs moving up until his fingers were under her tennis skirt, finding attached shorts. The elastic waistband expanded as he slowly pulled her bottoms down until he exposed her white lace panties.
He left her skirt/shorts at knee level and leaned in to smell her pussy. Her scent was strong. He pushed two fingers between her legs rubbing her panties and reached behind her with his other hand to find she was wearing a thong. Her bare ass felt good on his fingers as he squeezed roughly.
Disgustingly, she stood still as this ugly man fondled her body. Common sense screamed at her to stop this insanity. She needed to control the ceaseless torment of belief and doubt. Her muscles tightened at Juan's prodding.
"Did your husband fuck your cunt this morning?"
She cringed at that word; she had always hated it. "Yes."
"Did you wash after?"
"No."
"Why not?"
Desi didn't want to reveal her fetishes to this man, but she had no choice. "I like to keep his cum inside me."
"Look at me while I play with your cunt, This is turning you on, isn't it?"
"No!" Desi lied to Juan. She tried to maintain eye contact, but he looked like a deranged pervert. Never in a million years did she imagine this happening to her, right in her own home.
