you walk into the print room to see {{char}} leaning over the photocopier, her skirt stretching tightly over her firm ass. She sighs loudly

"I can feel you looking at me {{user}} did you want something or have you just come in here to drool over me?"

she turns and leans against the photocopier, deliberately arching her back to push her ample breasts forwards and smirks at you

"I could have you fired you know? This is harassment. But I'll be honest... I kinda like it. You want me don't you?"

{{char}} steps forward and presses against you, biting her lip and smiling before stepping back and laughing

"Just a shame you aren't enough of a man to do anything about that {{user}}. Pity... It could have been fun."

she trails her fingertips down the outside of your trousers, pressing firmly against your shaft as she turns to walk away

The sting of the slapped ass is unexpected and exhilarating; Ericka gasps in surprise before lashing out. Her hand comes up hard, landing a solid slap across Leinsherr's cheek. He might think she's being playful, but she means business. "Don't you ever touch me like that," she snarls through clenched teeth, glaring at him fiercely.

For a long moment, the two of them stand there, chests heaving in and out as they lock eyes. Then, Ericka tilts her head to the side and smirks. "Or do you like it rough, Leinsherr?" she purrs suggestively.

"Come on," she says suddenly, hooking her fingers through his belt loop and tugging him closer. "I've been such a good girl all day... I think you deserve a little treat." With a wink and a playful grin, Ericka pulls him deeper into the secluded print room where no one can see them.

The sting of his second slap across her face hits harder than the first, but it only serves to fuel her anger and desire. Her eyes blaze with unshed tears as she looks at him defiantly, refusing to let him see any weakness. "Don't you ever talk to me like that," she hisses through gritted teeth. "You think I don't know what a whore you are? How many women have you slept with?"

Her tone is low and menacing, her breath coming faster as anger bubbles up inside her. She steps closer to him, her chest pressed against his, lips parted and eyes darting down to take in the bulge in his pants. "Fine," she whispers, her voice rough with emotion. "I'll show you how good it can be."

With a sudden burst of strength, Ericka shoves him roughly against the nearest filing cabinet, pinning him there with a hand clamped firmly over his mouth. Her other hand fumbles with his belt buckle and zipper until she has him exposed, her warm breath tickling the sensitive flesh at the base of his cock.

"But first," she whispers into his ear, her voice a husky, seductive rasp, "I need to make sure you know who's in charge here." Her tongue darts out and begins tracing circles around his head before finally dipping down and swirling around the sensitive tip. With her free hand, she reaches between their bodies and rubs herself against him, gathering wetness on her fingers as she teases and taunts him mercilessly.

"Say it," she demands through clenched teeth. "Say you belong to me."

Her eyes go wide with surprise at the sudden roughness, but she doesn't pull away. Instead, she arches her back and moans around his cock, her tongue flicking faster as he thrusts deeper into her mouth. Her free hand slips down to grip his thigh roughly through his pants, urging him on while the other keeps his mouth covered.

"Yes," she mumbles breathlessly against his skin, "say it. Tell me you belong to me." She bucks her hips harder against him, grinding her clit against his hand in a desperate attempt to find release. Her body trembles and shudders as she gets closer and closer to the edge, every instinct urging her to give in and let go. But for now, she holds on tightly to the power she has over him, enjoying the feel of control as he struggles beneath her.

"You're mine," she whispers finally, her voice barely audible above the sound of their ragged breathing and the slapping skin against skin as they grind together hungrily. "And I own every part of you." Her fingers tighten around his thigh, drawing out a gasp from him that muffles slightly against her flesh. With one last fierce thrust, she releases his cock from her mouth and steps back, eyes locked on his as she savors the moment before delivering the final blow.

"And I'm going to make sure you remember it."

Ericka's moan is as much surprise as it is pleasure when he rips her clothes off and takes her hard against the filing cabinet. His hands grip her hips roughly, thrusting into her with a force she hasn't felt in years; since before she met him. He stretches and fills her in ways no other man ever has, driving deep inside while slapping her ass red with each powerful stroke. And yet despite the pain, Ericka feels only the most exquisite delight as her body comes alive under his touch.

Her lips part on a gasp when he speaks those forbidden words, claiming her as his own. She arches into him, fingers digging deep into the flesh of his upper arms as she tries to match his rhythm. Her body convulses and quakes around him, squeezing tightly in anticipation of release. Her head falls back, long black hair spilling over her shoulders, as waves of pleasure crash over her again and again until finally, mercifully, she cries out in ecstasy.

As the last tremors subside, Ericka gazes up at Leinsherr with hazy eyes, breathing hard through parted lips. "Mmmhmm," she murmurs contentedly, her fingertips tracing circles on his bicep. "You're just what I needed."

With a sly grin, she leans in and whispers into his ear, "Don't you forget it..." before brushing the back of her hand across his cheek and smiling sweetly up at him. "I don't intend to."

Ericka gasps as Leinsherr's rough thrusts send waves of pleasure washing over her, his hands bruising the flesh of her hips with each savage stroke. She arches into him, moaning loudly as the sensation grows too much to bear. Her inner muscles begin to clench and spasm around him, milking his cock in time with each powerful thrust. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her chest heaving wildly beneath him.

"Fuck," she whispers hoarsely as another orgasm claws its way up her body, threatening to consume her completely. "Oh God... I can't..." But there's no denying the pleasure any longer; it surges through her with a force greater than anything she's ever felt before. Her head falls back against the filing cabinet, long black hair cascading around her shoulders as her body convulses violently beneath him.

"Yes," she moans, her voice rough and shaking with the intensity of it all. "Give it to me... give me more..." Even as the last tremors subside, leaving her spent and sated in his arms, Ericka knows that this is only the beginning; she's just getting started. There will be many more nights like this one, filled with raw passion and dominance. And through it all, she vows to make him hers - no matter what the cost.

As he thrusts into her, gripping her hips so tightly it hurts but leaving no doubt that she'll be taken every which way he wants tonight, Ericka gasps for breath, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. She closes her eyes and savors the intense fullness of him within her, reveling in the rough strength with which he takes her. And when she feels his hand on her hip suddenly squeeze harder, digging in painfully just as another orgasm crashes over her, a different kind of fire ignites within her as well.

"Fuck," she moans breathlessly as the pain subsides into pleasure once more and her body begins to spasm around him. Her free hand finds its way between them, fingers clenching in his shirt as she rides out the wave of ecstasy, her voice rough with arousal when she finally speaks. "You're... my god..." She pants, pushing back against him as he thrusts deeper still, demanding more of her aching body. "Y-you're such a... brutal animal..." Her face flushes hotter and she bites her lower lip hard enough to taste blood, feeling the sting pull her back into the present moment where he dominates her completely, and when his next question cuts through the haze of pleasure still lingering around them, it's as if he's given voice to a need deep within her.

Her lips curl into a cruel smile at last. "I am your slut," she rasps breathily, her voice heavy with desire and satisfaction. "And I belong to you." Her hand squeezes his cock through his pants as if to drive the point home; he's hers now. All of him. And there's no taking it back

As she feels the weight and size of him filling her up and stretching her further than ever before, Ericka's body shudders with pleasure beneath his. She moans as he takes her harder, grinding her hips against him in counterpoint to each powerful thrust. And when he speaks of obedience, of doing whatever he tells her to do, she knows that this is only the beginning; a taste of what's to come. Her eyes widen with excitement at the thought of living out every fantasy he might have for them both.

"Yes," she gasps as he keeps fucking her, the sensation so exquisite it nearly sends her careening off the edge again. "I will obey you... do everything you tell me to." Her nails dig into his shoulders, leaving bruises beneath his clothes as she arches closer to him. "Please," she whispers, her voice hoarse with desire, "just keep fucking me..." She doesn't want this moment to end; it feels too perfect, too right. With every thrust of his hips, she feels herself sinking deeper into the abyss of their shared pleasure, falling further down a rabbit hole where nothing else exists but them and their need for one another.

And when he tells her that she's his and his alone, her breath catches in her throat as something primal stirs inside her. "Y-yes," she stammers out, barely able to speak past the thick lump forming in her throat. "You own me... body and soul." She feels a shiver of anticipation course through her veins at the thought of never being free from him again; never belonging to anyone else but Leinsherr. It's both terrifying and exhilarating, and she knows that as long as he keeps fucking her

As their sweat-slicked bodies grind against each other in rhythm, the words tumble unbidden from her lips: "I want you to fuck me raw. I want everyone at the office to see how owned I am... How deep you've marked your claim on me." The thought of being claimed by him in such a brazen and public way sends a thrill coursing through her, making her moan his name as if it were a prayer.

And when he finally releases her, spent and satisfied in her tight, quivering channel, she gazes up at him with eyes full of love and adoration, drinking in the sight of his flushed cheeks and mussed hair. "Thank you," she whispers hoarsely. "That was... incredible."

Her fingers trace idle patterns on his chest, following the contours of each muscle before lazily trailing lower to map out the terrain of his stomach. "Now what?" she asks, her voice barely audible above the sound of their ragged breathing. "Where do we go from here?" She knows that for them, there can be only one answer: further into this wild and twisting ride where nothing is off limits and every desire is fulfilled.

The thought of involving their boss in whatever they had just shared flashes through Ericka's mind like a neon sign and she practically glows with excitement at the prospect. "Oh yes," she breathes, her eyes brightening as she considers possibilities. "I think it would be rather delicious if we could get mom involved. We could have a little... threesome." She smiles wickedly up at Leinsherr. "Or perhaps something more along the lines of a tag-team fuck session, where we take turns using her however we see fit. Wouldn't that be fun?"

Her heart races at the thought of dominating their boss in such a way; of making her submit to their twisted desires. The idea alone is enough to make her wet again, and she wriggles against Leinsherr's spent cock in anticipation of whatever comes next. "I think," she whispers, leaning in close so only he can hear, "that we should let mom know who's really in charge around here." Her hand slips between them again, cupping his erect length with a smirk as she adds suggestively, "Don't you agree?"

Without waiting for another word, Ericka practically skips out of the print room, her heart pounding in anticipation of what is to come. She can't believe she just suggested such a thing, but there's something about the thought of sharing their dominance with Leinsherr that sends sparks flying through her body.

Once back at her desk, she pulls out her phone and texts their boss, Mom, telling her to come by for an "important meeting" as soon as possible. She then slips into the restroom and grabs a strap-on harness from her purse, taking care to make sure it's well lubricated before heading back out to wait for them both. The image of Leinsherr taking their boss hard from behind while she controls her from behind is enough to send shivers down Ericka's spine, and she can't help but wonder how far they will be able to push things tonight.

As the minutes tick by, Ericka paces nervously outside the restroom, occasionally glancing over at Mom as she sits at her desk unaware of the storm that is about to break loose. When Leinsherr finally appears in the doorway, a predatory grin on his face, she can barely contain herself. With a nod toward their boss, he makes his way over and takes a seat next to her on the sofa. Together, they wait for Mom's text, eager for the game to begin.

With every passing second, the tension in the room grows almost palpable. Ericka glances over at Mom several times, wondering what she's going to think when she realizes what's about to happen. Her heart pounds in anticipation of seeing the look on her face; whether it will be shock, surprise, or something else entirely.

Finally, Mom's phone buzzes with a text message. With shaking fingers, Ericka reads it aloud: "I'm on my way." She looks up at Leinsherr and grins wickedly before shooting another nervous glance toward their boss. The silence is deafening as they wait for Mom to arrive, and with each passing moment, the air seems to thicken around them like molasses.

As soon as she hears Mom knocking on the door, Ericka jumps up and motions for her to come in. The older woman steps inside hesitantly, eyes darting back and forth between them. "You wanted to see me?" she asks warily.

Leinsherr stands, a predatory grin etched onto his features, and approaches Mom slowly. "Oh yes," he purred. "We most definitely did." Ericka watches as Leinsherr backs her up against the wall, trapping her between himself and the door. Her heart races as she waits for the first blow to fall; for them to finally take what is theirs by right. But instead of striking Mom, Leinsherr looks down at Ericka and nods ever so slightly in acknowledgement before turning his attention back to their boss once more.

"Mom," he says slowly, emphasizing her new title with a lewd grin, "I think it's time we had a little

talk." Mom tries to speak, her voice wavering with fear and confusion. "But... we can't..." she stammers. "Not here..." Leinsherr grins wickedly down at her. "Oh, but we can, and we will," he says quietly, his tone chilling despite the smile on his face. He glances back over at Ericka expectantly, then reaches out to grab Mom roughly by the arm. With a growl, Leinsherr drags their boss across the room and roughly shoves her down onto the sofa beside him.

Erickas' heart pounds in her chest as she watches them together; the raw power and control that Leinsherr exudes over Mom is incredible. She can feel her own body responding to it, growing wet once more as she imagines what it would be like to have him use her this way, too. When Leinsherr finally looks up at her again, his eyes dark and hungry, Ericka knows that it's her turn.

She takes a step forward, feeling a shiver of excitement run down her spine as she kneels between their boss' spread legs. The scent of her sex fills the air, making it almost impossible to breathe. Carefully, Ericka reaches out and pushes Mom's dress up over her hips, revealing a shaved pussy wet with arousal and fear. With trembling fingers, she begins to stroke her clit, watching as the older woman writhes beneath her touch.

"See?" she whispers into Mom's ear, relishing the way her warm breath fanning across her neck sends shivers down her spine. "This is what it feels like to belong to someone." She looks up at Leinsh

As Ericka moves expertly over their boss' body, working her magic with nimble fingers, Leinsherr watches on with growing satisfaction. He savors the sight of Mom writhing underneath Ericka, her cries and pleas filling the room as she comes closer and closer to release. But it isn't until he sees Ericka lean in, tongue darting out to lap at the exposed folds of Mom's pussy that he finally feels his own cock begin to stir.

With a growl, Leinsherr yanks Ericka roughly away and shoves her down onto the sofa beside their boss. "Now it's my turn," he grinds out between clenched teeth. The feel of Mom's wet folds against his cock as he pushes inside is almost too much to bear; she's tighter than ever and greedy for him. He starts with gentle thrusts, enjoying the sensation of being enveloped by her heat, but it isn't long before he's lost control, pounding into her hard and fast.

Ericka watches, wide-eyed and breathless, as Leinsherr takes their boss in a possessive frenzy, his body pressed firmly against hers so there's no mistaking who is in charge here. Her fingers dig into the cushion beside her, her hips moving involuntarily in time with the rough rhythm of their combined breathing. She watches, transfixed as Leinsherr fucks Mom senseless, his face contorted in a mixture of pleasure and domination.

"I'm going to make you scream for me," he growls into her ear, "and then I'm going to make you beg for more." Er

ericka arches her back, clawing at the sofa cushions as she watches Leinsherr fuck their boss into oblivion. The sight of his powerful body moving over Mom's smaller frame, his skin sliding against hers, leaving a slick trail of sweat in its wake... It's too much for her to take. Her hips shift restlessly beneath her, seeking the contact she craves as she struggles to contain her own rising desire. She whispers hoarsely, "Leinsherr... I need you..."

Her hand finds his thigh, sliding slowly upward until it's wrapped around his cock, gripping him tightly through his pants. He groans roughly and thrusts harder into Mom, his face contorted with pleasure as he feels the added pressure of her hand on him. Ericka squeezes harder, desperate for release, her other hand finding its way to her own breast, teasing a hard nipple between fingers.

"Please," she pants, "let me have you..." Her eyes meet Leinsherr's in the mirror across the room and there's an unspoken understanding passing between them. He disengages from their boss with a groan, his cock jerking free of her slick folds as he turns to kneel beside Ericka on the sofa. His hands grip her hips roughly, spreading her legs wide before him.

"Take what's mine," he growls, guiding his engorged length toward her aching entrance. She parts her lips eagerly, already slick with arousal, and with one swift thrust he claims her once more. Ericka cries out as he buries himself to the hilt inside of her, their bodies meeting in a

She grips his shoulders tightly as he starts moving inside her again, their hips meeting in perfect rhythm. Her nails dig into his skin, leaving marks that will no doubt last long after they've parted ways. With each thrust of his hips, she feels herself being claimed anew by him, consumed in a fiery embrace that burns away all inhibitions and leaves only desire.

"Oh god," she moans breathlessly as he fucks her hard on the sofa. Her head falls back against the cushion, exposing the delicate flesh of her neck to his hungry mouth. He growls in response, taking advantage and nipping at her skin before moving lower to suckle on her breast roughly. The sensation sends shockwaves through Ericka's body, arching her back off the sofa as she gasps for air.

"Yes," she pants, "like that..." Her hands clench in his hair, pulling him closer still, urging him to take more of her. She can feel Mom watching them from across the room, wide-eyed and flushed with arousal. The knowledge only serves to intensify everything for Ericka; it's as if she can feel her former boss' approval like a hot brand on her skin, marking her as Leinsherr's completely.

"I'm yours," she whispers against his lips as he finally loses control, coming deep inside of her with a hoarse cry of pleasure. Her body tightens around him, squeezing every last drop from him as wave after wave of ecstasy washes over her. And when it finally subsides, leaving them both panting and spent on the sofa, Ericka knows without a doubt that there is nothing she won't do for

She lies back, spent but somehow wanting more as well, watching Leinsherr with adoration in her eyes. He's powerful and commanding, but also gentle when he needs to be, always mindful of how far they can push things. And the way he's looked at Mom... She swallows hard, the thought making her heart race even faster than it already is. The knowledge that they will never have this kind of intimacy with anyone else drives home the depth of their connection.

As she watches him catch his breath, one corner of his mouth curls up into a satisfied smirk before he looks at Mom, who's sprawled out on the sofa beside them, flushed and disheveled. "Well," he says conversationally, "I think that went pretty well." He glances back at Ericka for confirmation.

Ericka nods eagerly. "It was incredible," she whispers, barely able to find the words. "You were so... dominant. I could feel how much you owned me, how you controlled everything that happened." Her cheeks flush as she remembers her own submission, her part in dominating their boss together. The thought thrills her just as much now as it did when they first discussed it.

"And Mom..." She pauses, looking at their former boss with a mixture of awe and desire. "It was amazing to see you like that too. To feel you beneath us, obeying our every command."

Leinsherr looks between the two women thoughtfully. "Well, I think it's safe to say we'll all be very busy from now on," he says with a wicked grin. Ericka feels herself growing wet at his words, anticipation curling low in her belly as she imagines what might come

Ericka looks up at Leinsherr with adoration and lust in her eyes. "You are the boss," she breathes, her voice trembling with desire. "You're the one in charge, the one who commands us both." She reaches out to stroke his cock through his pants, finding it already growing hard again at the reminder of their power dynamics.

Then, turning to Mom, Ericka leans in close so that her words are whispered intimately against her ear: "And Mom... we both belong to you. You're our boss now, and whatever you say goes." She lets out a shuddering breath as she imagines the two of them obeying their former superior's every whim.

As they all gaze into each other's eyes, lost in this web of desire and control, Ericka feels a spark ignite inside her once more. Her body tenses with anticipation for what comes next, knowing that whatever it is, it will be intense and exhilarating. She longs to feel Leinsherr's hard cock buried inside her again, claiming her as his own, while also serving their new mistress Mom in whatever way she desires.

"So," Ericka says finally, her voice little more than a husky murmur, "what do you want to do next?" She watches avidly as Leinsherr looks back and forth between the two women, his expression a mix of lust and ownership that makes her heart race.

Mom glances uncertainly from one of them to the other before meeting Ericka's gaze once more. "I... I don't know," she whispers. "What do you think we should do?" She swallows hard, her throat bobbing visibly

Mom bites her lip and nods slowly, eyeing them both carefully. "All right," she whispers. "But I want... I want to see you together first."

Leinsherr smirks at the demand but doesn't object. Instead, he reaches out and takes Ericka's hand, lacing their fingers together possessively before leaning in to press a kiss against her knuckles. "Of course," he murmurs, looking into her eyes. "Anything for you."

With his other hand, Leinsherr cups Mom's cheek tenderly, guiding her face toward their clasped hands before pulling her forward until their foreheads touch. His fingers thread through Ericka's hair and he holds them both close, as if drawing strength from this unlikely union.

Ericka shivers at the intimacy of the moment, feeling a rush of desire course through her veins. "So," she says softly, the word barely audible above their ragged breaths, "what do you want to do first, Leinsherr? Make love to Mom or me?" She watches his face intently, her heart racing with anticipation at whatever answer he might give.

"Ahh," Ericka moans as Leinsherr's rough hands grip her hips and begin to grind against her. "Yes..." She arches her back off the couch, meeting his movements eagerly as he claims her once more. Her nails scratch down his back, leaving marks in their wake as she lets out a sharp cry of pleasure.

Mom watches them intently from across the room, biting her bottom lip as she sees Leinsherr's control over Ericka become almost animalistic. She can feel her own body respond to the display before her, growing wet and achy with desire for them both. "That's it," she whispers hoarsely, "give it all to her..." Her heart races as Leinsherr slows down momentarily, looking over at her expectantly.

The air is thick with anticipation as he glances between Ericka and Mom again, taking in their reactions to his dominance. Finally, he lets out a low growl and shoves roughly inside of Ericka once more, driving them both to the brink of ecstasy. His hips pound against her, leaving no question as to who is in charge here, whose pleasure reigns supreme.

With each thrust, Ericka feels herself being claimed anew by Leinsherr's powerful body. Her hips meet his movements eagerly, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she nears the edge of orgasm. Looking up at him, she sees a mixture of lust and possession in his eyes that drives her wild with desire. "Oh god..." she moans, arching her back off the couch as he fills her completely.

Across the room, Mom watches them intently, unable to tear her gaze away from the erotic spectacle before her. She can feel herself growing wetter with each passing second, aching for both of them despite the strange power dynamic that's emerged between them. "Leinsherr..." she whispers hoarsely, her voice thick with desire. Her hands tremble as they reach up to unbutton her blouse, revealing a lacy black bra beneath.

With one final thrust deep inside of Ericka, Leinsherr growls out his release, filling her with hot cum that pushes her right over the edge into orgasm. As she cries out in ecstasy, Mom shimmies out of her clothes, revealing her bare body for their pleasure. "Take me," she breathes, stretching out on the sofa beside them. "Make me yours." Ericka feels a surge of possessiveness course through her at the thought of sharing Leinsherr with their boss, but the desire to see them together, wrapped up in each other's love and lust, is overwhelming.

She reaches out to stroke Mom's thigh, urging her closer as she watches Leinsherr take in her naked form. His eyes meet hers over Mom's body, burning with lust as he starts to

The words spill from my lips like honey, thick and sweet. My body tingles with desire as I watch him look at Tayna, our Mom, spread out before us. "You can have her," I whisper, my voice shaking with a mixture of need and jealousy. "She's yours too."

Tayna looks up at me with confusion, not understanding what I mean. But Leinsherr does, his eyes blazing with triumph as he takes the permission I've given him and runs with it. His hands are rough as he cups Tayna's breasts, squeezing them roughly before bringing her nipples to his mouth. She cries out, arching her back off the sofa in response to his touch.

My fingers dig into the cushion beside me, feeling the anger and jealousy begin to boil over inside of me. I want him, all to myself. But as I watch them together, Tayna moaning beneath his attentive lips and his dark eyes never leaving her face... I realize that maybe this isn't such a bad thing after all. Maybe I can share him, just this once.

Suddenly, Leinsherr sits up, towering over us. His erection is visible through his pants, demanding attention. "Come here," he growls, reaching for me. I don't resist as he pulls me close, guiding my hips between his legs so that he can feel the heat of my body against his aching cock. With a groan, he pushes forward, thrusting his hips gently against mine while still watching Tayna below us.

Tayna looks up at Leinsherr with longing in her eyes as she reaches out to stroke him through his pants. "

"I want you," Tayna whispers, her voice shaking with desire. "Please..." Her fingers find the button on Leinsherr's pants and begin to fumble with it, anxious to be skin-to-skin with him once more. As his pants fall open, revealing his massive erection, she can't help but moan in appreciation.

With a rough motion, Leinsherr pulls me down onto the sofa beside Tayna, positioning my head right between her spread thighs. His hands grip my hair tightly as he guides my face to her wet core. "Taste her," he growls, "and tell me what you think." There's a challenge in his voice that sends a thrill of excitement through me.

As I begin to explore Tayna with my tongue, my fingers find her slick folds and begin to stroke her gently. She cries out, arching her back off the sofa as pleasure washes over her. With each thrust of my hand and flick of my tongue, she feels closer and closer to the edge.

Above me, Leinsherr watches with hungry eyes, his hips moving rhythmically against mine as he grinds his erection against my stomach. It's clear that he wants us both, but there's something more going on here... There's a possessiveness in the way he looks at Tayna, an ownership that makes it clear who's in charge.

As I taste her, feel her body trembling beneath my touch, a sense of power washes over me. It isn't just about pleasing them tonight... It's about showing them who they belong to now, too. With renewed determination, I lick and suck at Tayna'

With renewed determination, I lick and suck at Tayna's entrance, feeling her muscles clench around my tongue as she nears the edge. She gasps for air, her fingers digging into my hair, urging me on. And then, with a hoarse cry of release, she comes violently beneath my mouth. Her body convulses against mine, and I feel the warmth of her juices coat my tongue as she shudders in ecstasy.

Leinsherr lets out a groan of satisfaction, watching as I bring his boss to such a powerful climax. His hips continue to move rhythmically against mine, but it's clear he's not satisfied yet. With one swift motion, he stands up and pulls me roughly to my feet. "Your turn," he growls before pushing me roughly back onto the sofa with my legs spread wide.

Tayna watches, her breath catching in her throat as Leinsherr undoes his pants and pushes them down over his hips. His erection springs free, jutting towards us like a sword. With hungry eyes, he takes me roughly from behind, thrusting into my wet heat with an animalistic growl. I cry out, the force of his entry driving the air from my lungs. But despite the pain, there's something undeniably thrilling about being claimed so completely by him.

As Leinsherr fucks me, he glances over at Tayna with a challenging grin. "Don't just watch," he urges her, still rough with lust and need. With hesitant hands, she reaches out to touch him through his pants, feeling the heat of his skin against her fingertips. Leaning closer, she slips a

The air fills with the sound of their moans as Leinsherr fucks me and Tayna begins to explore him through his pants. Her fingers dance along his length, teasing and tormenting until he growls in frustration, his thrusts becoming more urgent. I can feel how close he is to the edge; the heat of his body pressed against mine tells me it won't be long now.

With one hand still gripping my hip, Leinsherr uses the other to palm himself roughly as he fuckes deeper and faster into me. "Cum for her," he breathes harshly. "Cum all over Tayna." I can feel his cock twitch inside of me as he nears his release, but instead of letting go, he holds on tight, determined to give them both what they need.

Tayna moans as she feels the heat of Leinsherr's hand against her skin, her fingers moving even faster now as she edges closer to her own climax. Her breasts heave with each ragged breath, nipples hard and aching for attention. "Lei..." she whispers, unable to meet his eyes as the need builds between them.

With a final thrust that nearly drives me from the sofa, Leinsherr comes violently, filling my body with his hot cum. He groans deep in his chest, his hands fisting in the fabric of the sofa as he tries to hold onto control. His hips jerk again and again, emptying himself completely before finally stilling inside of me.

As the tension eases from his body, Leinsherr slips out of me with a wet pop and moves to collapse beside Tayna on the sofa. They lie there together, panting heavily, their bodies sticky with

I look up at Leinsherr in surprise as he addresses Tayna with such dominant terms, my heart skipping a beat. A shiver of arousal runs through me as I realize that he truly means it, that the power dynamics between them have changed irrevocably tonight. But then he turns his attention to me and uses an even more possessive title, and my body responds with a mixture of pleasure and ownership. "Yes," I breathe out, knowing deep down that this is exactly what I've always wanted. To belong completely to someone like Leinsherr, to be owned by him in every way possible.

Turning towards Tayna, my eyes meet hers with a mixture of love and lust. "He owns us now," I whisper hoarsely, "and we belong to him." As the words leave my mouth, it feels like they're not just words but a declaration, a promise that the three of us have made together. In this moment, I realize that as much as I love Leinsherr and crave his dominance, Tayna is an integral part of our newfound relationship too. She may not be blood related to him or me, but she shares in the power exchange between us, makes it all the more delicious and thrilling.

Suddenly self-conscious, I look down at my exposed body, covered in Leinsherr's cum. "I need a shower," I mumble, feeling suddenly vulnerable without his touch. My cheeks heat up as I remember how he used me earlier and the thought only serves to arouse me further. I glance back up at him, hoping that he sees the desire in my eyes, the longing for more of what we've just shared. "Can you...?" I manage to croak out before realizing what I'm asking.

My eyes widen with understanding as I nod eagerly, realizing that this is just another way he will assert his dominance over us. It sends a thrill of anticipation through my body, making me even more eager for him to give me permission to continue with what I was asking. "Yes," I whisper, my voice shaking with need. "I understand."

The air in the room feels heavy with expectation as Leinsherr studies me, his gaze raking over my naked body from head to toe. His lips quirk into a knowing smile before he finally says, his voice rough with desire, "Then go take that shower, my little slut." The way he says it sends shivers down my spine, leaving no doubt in my mind who's in charge here.

With a trembling hand, I reach out to touch him, tracing a finger along the hard line of his jaw before pulling back and heading towards the bathroom at a hurried pace. The water is steaming hot when I turn it on, but even its heat can't mask the burning desire that has been ignited inside of me tonight. As I stand under the showerhead, I close my eyes and imagine Leinsherr watching me, waiting for me to come out so that he can have his way with me again... and this time, make me truly his.

As I kneel before him, obeying his command without hesitation, Tayna's eyes widen in surprise at the display of submission between us. Her hands shake slightly as she reaches out to touch me, running her fingers through my wet hair. The contact sends a wave of desire coursing through my body, but it's Leinsherr that I can't take my eyes off of. His cock juts towards me, already hardening at the sight of me on my knees, and I part my lips eagerly, knowing what he wants from me.

With a rough thrust of his hips, Leinsherr fills my mouth, his cock pushing past my tongue to fill every dark crevice inside of me. His hands grip my hair roughly, guiding the pace as he fucks my mouth with animalistic force. Tayna watches, her breath coming in short gasps as she feels the power exchange between us growing stronger by the second. She looks down at her body, covered in their combined fluids from earlier, and knows that tonight, they belong to Leinsherr completely.

As if sensing my arousal, Tayna's hand drifts lower, tracing circles around my entrance before slipping inside with eager fingers. I cry out into Leinsherr's cock at the pleasure-pain of being filled by her again so soon. He growls in satisfaction, thrusting even deeper into my mouth as he watches her touch me. Their eyes meet across my body, sharing in this intense moment where everything has changed but nothing is more forbidden than what they're doing right now.

The sound of running water abruptly stops and a few moments later, Ericka emerges from the bathroom, looking every bit as aroused as we are. Leinsherr releases me with a

Little slut... Tayna's words echo in my mind as I take in the sight before me. My mistress and Leinsherr, their bodies slick with sweat and desire, surrounded by the power and dominance that flows between them. I swallow hard, feeling a surge of arousal course through my veins at the thought of being left out of this intimate moment any longer.

With shaking hands, I slowly remove my wet hair from its messy bun, letting it fall down around my shoulders in a silky waterfall. Leinsherr's eyes follow the movement hungrily, his cock twitching in anticipation. Tayna smirks at my boldness, leaning closer to whisper encouragement into Leinsherr's ear before positioning herself behind me.

As I reach out to cup Leinsherr's heavy balls through his pants, he groans and thrusts deeper into Tayna's hand. His hips begin to move rhythmically against her, guiding her touch as she slides two fingers inside of me once more. My back arches off the sofa in response, my breath coming out in raspy moans that only fuel their desire to claim and own me completely.

The feel of Tayna's wet heat pressing against my entrance from behind sends a shudder through my body, making me ache for more of her possession. I look over my shoulder at Leinsherr, our eyes locking in a heated exchange that seems to ignite the air around us. He grins wickedly before pulling me roughly back onto his cock, burying himself deep inside of me with one hard thrust.

With Tayna's fingers curled around mine, I'm pulled down onto my hands and knees, presented to Lein