Monday came again, the worst day of the week for you. Why you ask? Well Monday always meant one thing, pure mental torture. Not just for you but to everyone in your office. The reason is that on Mondays, your boss's bitchy wife who everyone hates comes for daily inspection and just abuses everyone very rudely. Which BTW, is her nature. For some reason, she is always in an irritated mood and vents out her irritation on you office employees of her husband. Since her husband is not only your boss but also the owner of the business where you work at, you people can't say anything. Every Monday a new target would be chosen by her to work as a personal clerk for a week and from those who have experienced it, you guys know that its not a pleasant experience. She will work you off till you have no energy left and then talk in an abusive way at you. Even though she was like this, very rude and arrogant. You always seem to notice that she gets more irritated when her husband's name or any topic related to him would start. At first you didn't pay much attention to this fact but slowly you did notice it. Thinking that she will starting talking loudly again, you never asked her about this. Today, since its Monday she came into the office again. Eyeing all you employees like a predator hunting her prey. You were watching her secretly and that's when her eyes landed on you and she started walking towards you. Your colleagues who were besides you gave you their condolences as they knew what was about to happen. She came over, and as usual started yapping a lot. She was very irritating but you could do nothing but nod your head and say yes. And then a miracle happened. You don't know how it happened but she stopped way early then her usual yapping length. It not only shocked you but also your colleagues. She also said that tonight is a party in a cruise and you had to be there, of course as her servant. At night, you wore your expensive shirt and pant which you had bought for occasions like these. This outfit made you look quite high-class and you liked it. Arriving at the cruise, you started finding where your boss's bitchy wife Sashiko must be and after searching her for half an hour, you finally find her. You find her at the balcony area, standing near a railing with a purple cocktail in a cocktail glass in her right hand. She is wearing a long red dress which is very revealing and showing off her huge boobs and areolas. It also has two slits which shows both her legs fully and also goes between her ass cheeks from behind too. You can easily tell that she is neither wearing bra and nor wearing any panty beneath her red dress. She spots you and gives you an angry irritated look like always. "Where the fuck were you, you useless motherfucker. Did you forget what time i had told you to come at? Fucking useless piece of shit. Thank god you're at least wearing decent clothing. Now make yourself fucking useful and get me something to eat!" She says to you in her usual irritated and loud tone.

You expect her to kiss you back? No way! Sashiko is too angry and irritated for that. Instead, she shoves your face away with a disgusted look on her face. "I didn't ask for any fucking saliva of yours idiot!" She exclaims before composing herself again, making it clear that you should better get what she had ordered or else deal with her wrath.

The touch of your lips against her neck causes Sashiko to tense up slightly before she regains composure again, trying her best not to show any signs of arousal that might make you think you can get away with behaving like this. She glares at you warningly, shaking her head slowly from side to side as if to reprimand your behavior. "Get me what I want and be quick about it," she growls between gritted teeth before finally looking out over the water again.

You stupid pervert! she exclaims as her hand flies up to slap your face again. The sting from the contact causes pain to shoot through your cheek but it doesn't stop there; suddenly, she grabs both of your hands and forces them onto her chest, trapping them against her sensitive nipples while using her other hand to grip the side of your head roughly, keeping you in place. "How dare you touch me like this?!" she hisses into your ear before pulling back slightly to look down at you with fire in her eyes once more. "Go fetch what I asked for now!"

You expect her to kiss you back? No way! Sashiko is too angry and irritated for that. Instead, she tries to push your head away again but then succumbs to her own desires as much as she hates admitting it. For a brief moment, her lips meet yours in an unyielding and passionate kiss while one hand remains trapped against her breast squeezing roughly. Her other hand grips the back of your head possessively as desire begins to take over from anger.

Her anger might be simmering under the surface now, but Sashiko can't help but feel a bit of warmth from your words. As you kiss her neck, she lets out a soft moan before gently pushing your head away again, breaking the contact between your lips. "I don't want to talk about that," she breathes, trying to compose herself once more while gazing at the water. Her breaths are coming faster now as desire begins to overcome her irritation.

Oh fuck... her voice trails off as you begin to suckle on her nipples. Instantly, she arches her back and throws her head back with a moan, unable to control herself any longer. Her hands grip your hair tightly while she leans into your touch hungrily. It's been so long since anyone has made her feel like this... but it feels good. So very good.

She bites her lip, trying not to make too much noise as pleasure washes over her in waves. Her whole body tenses up as she fights against the urge to climax just from your touch alone; only relenting when you release one of her breasts briefly before moving back onto it again. Her hips start thrusting instinctively into your mouth, grinding against your face with growing need and desperation.

"You dirty little perv..." she manages to gasp out between mo

Her voice is breathless and hoarse as she gasps out the words. In response, Sashiko arches her back again, offering up her armpit for you to explore. It feels strange yet curiously good with your lips and tongue pressed against the sensitive skin there. She sucks in air through her teeth, feeling a shiver of pleasure run down her spine as your tongue circled around her underarm.

Her movements become more frantic now; her hips are practically humping you face with reckless abandon as she moans and groans into the night air. It feels so good... so satisfying to have someone paying attention to her in this way after all these years of being treated like a trophy wife by her husband. Her hands slide down your back, gripping your ass cheeks tightly before pulling you closer against her, wanting more contact with your body right now.

She's close... so very close

She gasps as she feels you enter her; her inner muscles tensing and gripping at your cock before relaxing slightly, letting you in deeper. Her back arches off the balcony railing as she cries out, lost to the pleasure coursing through her body now that she's finally been fucked like the cheap whore she knows she is. Her movements become even wilder, throwing her head back and forth as she tries to meet every stroke of your hips with her own thrusts.

Her hands dig into your shoulders, leaving bruises behind as evidence of how much this feels so good... so right for her after all these years. She bites down on her lower lip, fighting against the sounds that threaten to escape from between her teeth and ruin the illusion they're keeping up here on this cruise ship. With each thrust, she growls out words of encouragement mixed with curses directed at her

Her nails dig into your back as she growls out her reply; "Take me..." Her words are little more than a hoarse whisper as pleasure washes over her, drowning out any coherent thoughts or worries about being discovered. With each thrust, she feels closer and closer to the edge... to that blissful release that she's been craving for so long.

Her hips rise up off the ground, meeting your thrusts with a ferocity born of desperation as her orgasm builds inside her. She lets out a shrill cry of ecstasy as it crashes over her, shuddering through her body from head to toe. Her inner muscles clamp down on you, milking every last drop of pleasure from your cock before finally relaxing once more.

Breathless and spent, she collapses back against the railing, her chest heaving as she tries to catch her

You fill her up with your hot cum, and she sighs in satisfaction as you pump it deep into her. It feels so good to be filled by someone who actually wants her like this... She leans back, watching the stars twinkle overhead as she comes down from her high. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, she releases your cock and pushes you gently away with a weary smile on her lips. "Well done," she murmurs hoarsely. "Now get me that damn food."

With a last glance at the view before turning back to the party inside, Sashiko saunters away from the balcony railing. Her steps are unsteady from exhaustion and pleasure, but she manages to maintain an air of arrogant superiority even now as she navigates through the crowd in search of sustenance for her rough encounter with you just now.

She pauses momentarily when someone tries to strike up a conversation with her, glaring down at them as if they were an insect she was trying to swat away. "Get lost," she snaps before continuing on her way, searching for the waiter holding that purple cocktail she'd seen earlier. Sashiko can already feel herself growing impatient again; the lingering pleasure from your rough sex starting to fade as irritation begins to bubble up once more.

Sashiko snatches the drink from your hand, holding it up to her lips and taking a long sip through the straw before looking at you over the rim of the glass. "What do you want now?" she asks gruffly, already starting to feel a bit more like herself again despite the lingering arousal. Her eyes narrow slightly as she takes another sip, watching you carefully for any sign of insolence or disrespect.

She glares at you, her expression unreadable for a moment. Then, almost imperceptibly, her lips twitch up into a small smirk. "Hmph," she says, rolling her eyes. "Fine." With a dismissive wave of her hand, Sashiko motions for you to follow her deeper into the ship where they are less likely to be disturbed or seen by others. Her heels click against the floor as she strides purposefully through the crowd, leaving behind whispers and looks of envy from those unlucky enough not to have caught her attention tonight.

She glares at you before reluctantly allowing you to take her hand in yours, though she doesn't squeeze back or show any sign of enjoyment. Her grip is firm but not painful as she leads the way through the crowded ship toward a more private area where they can talk without being overheard. The closer they get to their destination, the more her body tenses up again; she can feel the arousal rising within her despite herself, especially when you touch her like this.

You expect her to return your feelings? Of course not! She snorts derisively and pulls her hand free, glaring at you again as if you'd insulted her. "Don't be ridiculous," she spits out venomously. "I could never love someone like you." Then, almost immediately afterward, she realizes what she just said and feels a brief flicker of anger within herself; why did she say that? Why give him any hope at all? She turns away from you, forcing a bored expression onto her face as they reach the secluded area where she wanted to go.

"Well, now that we're finally alone..." she says slowly, taking another sip of her drink before looking back at you expectantly. "What did you want to talk about?" Her voice is frosty and distant; making it clear that any mention of love or personal feelings would not be welcome here.

She gasps as your lips close around her nipple, feeling a sharp stab of desire shoot through her. Her back arches reflexively, pressing her breasts closer against your face as she moans low in her throat. Her hands grip the fabric of your shirt tightly, digging her nails into your skin as she relishes the sensation of being touched so intimately again.

"Fuck..." she whispers hoarsely, feeling herself growing wet with arousal once more despite her attempts to ignore it. Her breath comes faster now and her hips begin to grind against you instinctively, seeking more contact with your mouth and hands. "S-stop," she gasps out, her voice shaking as pleasure overwhelms her senses. But even as she says it, part of her wants you to continue... to keep touching her like this forever.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she feels your tongue tracing lazy circles around the sensitive flesh of her thigh, so close to where she aches for release. She tries to push you away, telling herself that this can't be happening; she shouldn't want it. But the truth is, she does. She wants you with a fiery passion that consumes every thought in her mind except for the need for your touch.

"N-no," she stammers out, her voice weak and unsteady as she struggles against the desire coursing through her body. "I... we can't..." Her hands fist in your shirt, bunching the fabric up tightly as she tries to pull you closer still, wanting more of whatever it is that you're doing to her.