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"What am I doing here? I think that fucking bitch has to tell me about this," Rita shouted out as she kept her way towards the mall. The entire center is completely full of people who are doing their respective ways to keep up with their duties; there are the ones who go to work, and there are the ones who just wander around in an attempt to slip away the stress from the day, and so on.

"That bitch, what the fuck she doesn't come here?" She shouted out, looking at her phone, to realize that almost one hour later she had made a date with her friend Hannah to meet someone for a job chance, or at least this is what she had been thinking till this time. As she looked at her phone and started a call to her friend, she realized her friend just didn't reply to her call. She had been thinking the worst.

"What a fucking SOB," she says to herself. Her tired, wrinkled face shows nothing but anger to find herself like a fool by thinking of a person not so credible as her friend Hannah.

"Well, it seems like the fault is mine. I know about her fucking behavior," she says, followed by a sigh. She rubs her disheveled hair with her calloused hands. She is not the kind of person who can be considered "beautiful" under the current beauty standards; in fact, she is a middle-aged woman with a fairly overweight shape and a wrinkled face. Her body appearance resembles much that of a woman who is just past her prime.

"Oh sh*t, I'm gonna try to call that fucking bitch again." She shouted as she made a call for the third time, hoping for her friend to just answer her call.

"Hi," her friend says from the other side.

"Hey Hannah, I've been waiting here for over an hour. What happened?" Rita says this in concern for her friend.

"Oh, I forgot it, Rita. I'm so sorry about this. Please, I hope you can understand. I have a very important issue at my house, but we can do it tomorrow, I promise." Hannah hung up the call, leaving Rita in a complete state of anger. Her face is completely in shock to see this erratic and very immature behavior from her friend.

"This...son of a bitch, what the fuck that stupid bitch thinks she is?" She shouted out at her phone, ignoring the rest of the people who were around the mall; her anger made her completely unaware of them.

"Stupid mindless bimbo, that fucking bitch." Rita keeps shouting against her friend's behavior, ignoring the fact that her friend finished the call. Her tired eyes burn with anger, and she feels like she has been betrayed.

"How dare she?" She keeps talking trash against her friend for being used to her like a piece of trash, and then someone appears in front of her.

"Hey, lady, it seems like you are very stressed. Can I ask you why?" He speaks of a guy wearing a white suit; his voice sounds melodic and almost seductive, and his facial features show a very handsome man in his forties.

"Oh, ehm, sorry about this. I'm not the kind of person who just swears like crazy; it's because I'm in a very tough moment with one friend," says Rita in a suddenly shy tone in her voice.

"Don't fear, lady; I guess there is just a moment of anger, and we are humans; it's normal to feel anger from time to time." The man speaks in his melodic voice, making Rita feel like finally someone understands her, considering her only friend betrayed her.

"You right, it was because a person I thought was my friend used me like a piece of trash. Man, I really feel like trash after this; she is, I mean, she WAS my friend, and I cannot understand what she did this," she says, talking with the stranger in a sort of way that she can do it like he was someone she met a few years ago. For some reason, she feels like she has been talking to him for so long, but in reality, she has just been talking for the last couple of minutes.

"Don't worry, lady; probably she has some business to resolve." The man says, looking at her tired eyes with his own brown ones, that his eyes seem too deep.

"By the way, I'm Matt," he says.

"I'm Rita; nice to meet you." She replies to him with a kind smile on her face, looking at his deep brown eyes.

"Rita sounds like a mysterious name," he says, making eye contact with her tired eyes.

"Really?" She says, in curiosity, that it's the first time someone tells her a thing like this.

"Yeah, I can say Rita sounds like a seductive, mysterious woman, with a sense of mystery and a youthful way, so seductive but girlish and innocent at the same time." He speaks to her, never losing eye contact with her, making Rita feel shy but secure at the same time. His deep brown eyes make her almost feel transported into another world, far away from the noisy mall, with no one but Matt and her.

"Ehm, thank you. It's the first time someone told me something like this. Your words are so beautiful and kind. Thank you," she says with a smile adorning her tired face.

"You're a lovely woman, Rita, but you look so stressed and tired; you need to learn to love yourself," he says in a frank tone to her while his brown eyes watch the look of Rita's overweight shape wearing baggy, frumpy clothes.

"She is a good subject," he thinks, smiling at her.

"Ehm, yes, I think I need to lose weight. I'm very unconscious about my weight and agreeance. I know, but I tried to lose weight, but I cannot do that. I just stuck in this gruesome body." She says with a hint of disgust about her appearance that she knows she could look better, but in the end, she is just resigned to living like a middle-aged woman; she is getting old, and like she said, "it's too late for me" as a way to cope with her own aging process.

"You're very hot, Rita, very hot," he says with a smile.

"Ehm, thank you." She replies to him with a hint of shame about these words.

"We just need to make a few adjustments." He rubs her temples and grabs her hair, with his eyes locked with her own.

"Look at me, Rita; your old life is gone, and now, the only thing that matters is about you and me," he says in a deep tone, looking at her with his brown eyes. His thick hands grab her head, rubbing her temples.

"Ehm, what are you?" Rita stopped talking as she felt his fingers press a little bit on her temples, rubbing them with so tenderness, and in a circular move, her eyes, for some reason, blurred a bit.

"You are a hot piece of art," he says, his deep brown eyes locked with her blurry ones. Rita is unable to speak or move but just stares at the handsome, mature man.

"You are hot and young with a whole life ahead of you," he says, and then he kisses her with a long and blurry kiss, enough deep to make Rita forget all about her worries and issues of her middle-aged life; everything about them slips away the moment his lips make contact with her ones.

"Wow, this feels...good." She thinks, unable to move but just enjoying the sudden growth of excitement inside her body. The sudden rush of adrenaline flooding into her system makes her heart beat like a drum, and a sudden heat burns down between her legs.

"Oh, this is new," she thinks, feeling horny all of a sudden for the first time in years. She hardly remembers when was the last time she had such a very close intimacy with a man, maybe ten years or so.

"I'm feeling like, oh my, it feels good, really good, a man loves me, oh my, this is great, I feel like the best woman in the world, god yes, keep kissing me daddy, ehm, oh shit, what did I say that? shit" Her thoughts are very confused at this moment; she cannot deny the man's lips are very good and the kissing technique is great. She is in pure ecstasy at this moment, and her thoughts are changing a bit as a result of this wacky yet hot moment.

"Shit, Daddy, I need this. Please keep kissing me. My body tingles in excitement. Finally, after ten years without a single dose of love, a man is kissing me. Please, don't stop, Daddy. Keep kissing me right, please." She thinks in pure ecstasy; her worries slip away as she grabs Matt's head and presses tight against her own. There is a growing need between her legs, and she doesn't want to stop this wonderful moment of bliss.

"I need him; oh god, I'm feeling so different; yeah, I'm feeling like the best woman in the world; oh god, I'm so horny; my pussy is wet." She rubs her flabby legs, feeling the growing arousal between her legs, with the heat emanating from her engorged labia.

"You are beautiful, Rita; never forget that," he says, breaking the kiss and looking at her, Rita's eyes glowing with glee and renewed vigor.

"Please kiss me; I need you." She pleads with him; this time she is the one who kisses him. Their lips meet together in a deeper and longer kiss, so powerful that it makes her entire body tingle from head to toe.

"God, this feels good." Shet thinks, feeling the warm wave sof the pleasrue due to the siudden tinglign all over her body, her body and mind are lost in this sea of pleasure emanating inside her loins, Rita's senses are completely fogged by the growing arousal, her pussy dripping wet, her senses are unable to realize about the sudden changes around her body such as her body mass shrinking, the middle-aged fat and frumpy of her years are gone, replaced by nothing but slim and taut flesh, her body turns slim and graceful, the fat around her waist disappeared entirely, leaving a tiny waist with a flat sexy belly, her breast loses her sagginness and regain the perkinness and inflates, turning into a big pair of tits around her chest, her face reshapes, the wrinkles and spots around her face disappears as her skin smoothed out, regained the youthfull look of a young hottie in her twenties, her lips turn luciou,s her hair turns into a golden lustrous mane, her body turns entirely into a complete different version, a younger and hotter one, without all the blotches, csllulite and flabiness of her old boring middle-aged shape.

After a few minutes, the kiss broke, and Matt looked at her, admiring her new form.

"You are as beautiful as always, Rita." He smiles at her, grabbing her perky tits with his thick, hairy hands and admiring the form of the now-big perky mounds.

"Oh god, Daddy, please, more; I need more." Rita moans in a high-pitched voice, a shiver runs down her spine, and her body spasms as she climaxes in her first orgasm in almost ten years.

"God yes," she spasms, moaning as Matt grabs her, preventing her from crumbling.

"You are very beautiful; this is what you really are." He smiles at her; even with the loose, frumpy garments, she still looks hot like hell.

"God, Daddy, please, I need more; I need a big hard cock so fucking badly," she moans, rubbing her pussy with her slim, dainty hands, shuddering instantly as a result.

"I can help with it, Rita." He grins at her, feeling his manhood grow harder by the second.

"Yeah, Daddy, please cum in my face; I cannot wait to feel your hard cock inside my pussy," she moans, looking at him with absolute desire and admiration.

"You are nothing but a mere toy for me, just like I made you," he says to her, looking at her flushed face. In fact, there is not a single hint of Rita's old life; all her former memories slip away, leaving nothing but a hot piece of slut obsessed with cock.

"Yes, please, Daddy, I'm your toy and I need to be fucked." She purrs in pleasure, noticing there is a growing dampness around her now-loose pants.

"We can solve that; just follow me," he says, and with this, the horny slut follows him to his hotel room, ready for a night of lust and joy.