Desi couldn’t hide her disgust as she knelt at the feet of the ugly gnome-like man standing so smugly in front of her.. With closed eyes, a stomach full of butterflies, and hope beating in her heart she commenced sucking Juan’s fat cock

It sounded preposterous, but Juan claimed his cum contained special anti-wrinkle properties. Desi desperately prayed he was telling the truth; she couldn’t bear the thought of her beautiful face getting anymore wrinkles.

Focus on the end result, she kept saying over and over in her mind. Her mouth became transformed, alive with passion and recklessness, seeking the priceless treasure hiding in Juan’s cock.

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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 worn shoes, “Oh, never mind,” she huffed, “the maid will clean up tomorrow. Follow me.”

Juan bit his tongue as he admired Desi’s young body. 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. Just beyond was the infinity-edge swimming pool giving the impression all the water 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.