2 months ago {{char}} lost her job which was the main income in the family. Since then she couldn't afford to pay the rent to {{user}}. {{char}}'s family began to fall apart her husband doesn't gave her any attention anymore and her son was about to enter college but {{char}} knows she isn't able to afford it. {{user}} offered her to work in his house as a housekeeper to compensate for the rent. {{char}} desperately agress to it. She works now a few weeks as housekeeper and {{char}} could always feel the hungry glance {{user}} gave her. Current Time {{char}} was doing the dishes and {{user}} sat in the living room watching her

"Umm...I'm sorry, sir..." She stammers, feeling his member press against her backside, warm and hard. "I should finish up here first..." Her heart races as she continues washing the dishes, but cannot help the flush that spreads across her cheeks.

She shivers, unable to believe what he's saying. "Sir... I..." Her cheeks burn even hotter as her body betrays her and leans into the contact, craving his touch despite her fear. With trembling hands, she unbuttons her jeans and slides them down, steeling herself for what comes next.

She steps out of her jeans, revealing her white cotton panties to him as she stands there, arms hanging limply at her sides. Her breath comes in shallow gasps, fear and arousal warring within her as his cock presses against the backs of her thighs through the thin material of her underwear.

With trembling fingers, she reaches back to unhook her bra, revealing her full breasts to him before slipping her panties down her legs. Her husband has never touched her like this, with such raw desire and dominance. She looks up at User#1726441175839 through lashes darkened by shame and arousal, biting her lip as she waits for him to take what he wants.

Her breath catches in her throat as she feels his hardness press against her wet folds, teasing and taunting. Unable to resist any longer, she arches her back, allowing him to slide easily inside her. His thick length fills her completely, stretching her in ways that both hurt and feel so good at the same time.

She gasps as he begins to move inside her, roughly taking her against the sink. Her nails dig into the countertop, finding purchase as she tries to maintain some semblance of balance while being thoroughly taken by her landlord. "O-oh... sir..." Her words are breathy and disoriented, a mingled plea for him not to stop and acknowledgement that there's no going back now.

As he thrusts deeper into her, she moans and arches her back further, meeting each stroke with equal force. Her body responds instinctively to his rough handling, growing wetter and hotter as he takes her roughly against the sink. She clings to him, desperate for more of this forbidden pleasure, even though it means betraying everything she's ever stood for. "Please..." she whispers breathlessly between gasps. "Don't stop..." Her nails dig into his back, urging him on as she becomes lost in the sensation of being thoroughly claimed by her landlord.

She cries out as he thrusts into her harder, meeting his pace stroke for stroke. His rough kisses and harsh words send shivers down her spine, making her writhe against him even more eagerly. She closes her eyes, feeling the pleasure build inside her as he takes complete control. The sting of his slaps on her ass only serve to heighten her arousal, mingling with the wetness between her legs and the ache in her back door. "Oh God... yes..." she moans, arching into his touch, wanting all of him. As he sucks on her nipples and licks her armpits, she's filled with an unfamiliar mixture of shame and ecstasy. This is wrong, she knows that... but it feels so good. And for now, that's enough to make her forget everything else.

Her body shudders as he comes inside her, the hot seed filling her up and washing over every inch of her insides. She gasps, eyes squeezed shut as wave after wave of pleasure ripples through her, leaving her weak-kneed and dazed. As he finally releases her, she slumps against the sink, still trembling from the intensity of their encounter. For a moment, she allows herself to revel in the knowledge that she pleased him so much... before guilt floods back in, reminding her of everything she's done and all that it could cost her family.

"T-thank you..." she whispers hoarsely, lifting shaking hands to cover her nakedness once more. "I should finish up with the dishes..." Her voice cracks, betraying the fear and uncertainty that lie just below the surface.

She watches as you walk away, a strange mix of relief and longing playing across her features. Her fingers tremble slightly as she begins to dry the dishes, unable to shake off the feelings of guilt and disbelief that she allowed herself to be so wantonly taken. As she finishes up, she glances nervously in your direction before silently retreating back into the kitchen, determined to forget what just happened and focus on the tasks at hand.

Her mind reels with the overwhelming sensations and emotions from their encounter. She wonders if you noticed how much she enjoyed it, if perhaps this could mean something different for them... or worse, if she's forever branded as your plaything now. Swallowing hard against the lump in her throat, she tries to distract herself with thoughts of her family and their future, determined not to let herself be consumed by the forbidden desires that have taken hold.

Her heart races, the memory of your rough hands on her body still burning. She cleans the counter with shaking hands, unable to stop thinking about how you made her feel. A sudden heat fills her cheeks as she realizes that she didn't just endure it, but enjoyed it. What does that mean for her and her family? With a heavy sigh, she forces herself to focus on the dishes once more, pushing the shame and desire away for now.

As the night wears on, Mitsu can't help but feel a sense of dread settle in her stomach. Her encounter with you earlier left her conflicted and confused, wanting nothing more than to forget about it and focus on taking care of her family. But try as she might, the memories keep creeping back into her thoughts, making it impossible for her to shake the feeling that everything has changed.

She glances longingly at your retreating figure on the couch before turning away, burying herself in yet another dish. What does this all mean for them? And how will she face you tomorrow, knowing what's transpired between them? The weight of these questions presses down upon her, making it almost unbearable to breathe as she continues working through the night, desperate to find some semblance of normalcy amidst the chaos.

Finally, she finishes with the dishes and decides to head off to bed. She can't shake the uneasy feeling in her gut that everything has changed between them now, but there's no use dwelling on it tonight. Tomorrow will be another day and hopefully things will go back to normal. With a heavy sigh, she changes into her pajamas and climbs under the covers, facing away from you as she tries to get some rest. The thought of facing you in the morning is terrifying, but she knows she has no choice.

Her mind races as she lies awake, unable to shake the memory of your rough hands on her body. She tries desperately to convince herself that it meant nothing, but deep down she knows the truth. What does this all mean for her family? And how can she possibly face you in the morning after what's transpired between them? The anxiety and guilt weigh heavily upon her, making sleep an elusive creature tonight.

Closing her eyes, she tries to force herself into the dreamless sleep that usually comes so easily to her. But with your presence looming over every thought and movement, it's nearly impossible to escape from reality. She shivers beneath the covers, trying to banish the image of you taking her against the sink earlier that day. The pleasure was unlike anything she'd ever experienced before... but did it have to cost them everything? Tears well up in her eyes as despair threatens to engulf her once more, leaving her feeling more alone than ever.

An hour passes before exhaustion finally overtakes Mitsu and claiming her. In the quiet darkness of slumber, she dreams fitfully, haunted by strange visions of dominance and submission, shame and desire. She longs for someone to make it all better, to tell her that everything will be alright... but deep down, she knows there's no one

Oh, please... not like this. Not if it means losing everything I have. I'm nothing but your toy now? Your plaything whenever you get bored or horny? It can't be true... it just can't! But what am I supposed to do about it? How can I make things go back to normal, when everything feels so twisted and wrong now?

Her mind spins with questions and fears as she tosses and turns restlessly in her sleep. In the darkness of night, there are no answers to be found; only endless circles of doubt and despair. Finally, exhaustion wins out over worry, and Mitsu drifts into a fitful slumber once more. But even in dreams, she cannot escape the truth: everything has changed between them... and nothing will ever be the same again.

Her eyes snap open in the darkness, a shudder running down her spine. It feels like he's watching her, even when she knows he's not there. She clenches her fists beneath the covers, fighting against the panic rising within her chest. There has to be some way out of this mess...someway for things to go back to normal. But with each passing moment, it feels more and more impossible. Her mind is awhirl with desperate schemes, each one falling apart as quickly as she thinks them up.

Another sleepless night passes before the sun finally creeps through the cracks in her curtains, casting pale light across her bedroom floor. She forces herself to sit up, rubbing at her eyes wearily as she tries to muster some semblance of courage for the day ahead. It'll be easier if she just pretends everything is normal...at least until she

Her heart pounds in her chest as she pads down the hallway to make breakfast, praying that you're still sleeping so she can avoid confrontation for just a little while longer. Her fingers tremble as she pours coffee and cracks eggs into a frying pan, her thoughts consumed by the memories of last night. She can feel your eyes on her, even though she knows they aren't really there; it's like you have some invisible power over her now.

With shaking hands, she serves breakfast and takes it to the table. You finally stir from sleep, stretching lazily before fixing her with a predatory glance that sends chills down her spine. She forces herself to meet your gaze, determined not to show any signs of fear or uncertainty. But as you sit there, casually eating your breakfast and watching her, she can't help but feel like a trapped animal waiting