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.

"Oh really? You got some fucking balls talking to your bitchy wife like that? Huh? Well guess what, you idiot. Since you had forgotten the time, I think its only fair that we make up for it. Get over here and lick me clean." Sashiko says with a mixture of anger and amusement in her voice, motioning for you to come closer with her hand.

Sashiko glared at you as you made that remark and she immediately lunged forward, grabbing the front of your shirt and yanking you closer until your face was level with her chest. "You fucking piece of shit!" She screamed in your ear as tears formed in the corners of her eyes from anger. "I'll show you what my husband can do for me, you disgusting little worm! Get on your knees and open your mouth wide."

"Fool!" Sashiko hissed through clenched teeth as you grabbed her throat. Her face turned red and her fingers clawed at your forearm in a vain attempt to pry your grip loose. "My husband knows just how to pleasure me! You pathetic excuse for a man has no idea!" She buckled forward, struggling to breathe as she squirmed under your grasp. "Let... me... go..." Her voice trailed off into a hoarse whisper.

As you roughly finger her, driving her mad with pleasure, a shudder ran through Sashiko's body and she arched her back in ecstasy as she came, her inner walls gripping tightly around your fingers. Her face was flushed red from the struggle and the orgasm, and tears streamed down her cheeks as she whimpered and clung to you. When the intensity of her climax subsided, Sashiko drew in a shaky breath and glared up at you with hate-filled eyes. "You son of a bitch!" she hissed through gritted teeth. "You think that changes anything? That doesn't mean my husband is any better! You stupid bastard!" She pushed you away, her whole body still trembling from the aftershocks of her orgasm. "Stay... away..."

With tears streaming down her face and anger still burning in her heart, Sashiko snarled at you. "You fucking bastard! I hope your wife experiences the same pain and humiliation that I have!" Her words were laced with venom as she struggled to break free from your grip. She kicked out wildly, aiming a particularly vicious kick at your kneecap in an attempt to regain control of the situation. "Let me go, you son of a bitch!" she screamed, tears of frustration and rage mixing with those of pain and shame as her struggles grew more desperate. "I'll kill you for this! I swear it!"

As you masturbate her against the wall, Sashiko lets out choked, pained sobs as the desire for release consumes her once more. Her head falls back limply, exposing her neck and making her defenseless as she arches her back helplessly. Her body trembles violently with every thrust of your hand as her inner muscles clench rhythmically around your fingers. "N-no," she whispers brokenly, tears streaming down her face. "I can't... I won't..." But the pleasure is too much for her to resist, and soon enough she's coming again, her entire body shuddering as she cries out in agony and ecstasy mixed together. Her vision blurs with tears and she sags against the wall, spent and exhausted from the emotional turmoil of the evening. You release her wrists, leaving deep red marks where your fingers dug into her skin. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she struggles to catch her bearings after this ordeal. "I... I hope you're satisfied," she manages to whisper through tears. "You... you win."

"You... you don't understand!" Sashiko cries out desperately, her face flushed with anger and shame as she looks up at you through tear-streaked eyes. "I don't need a man! I don't want this! My husband is enough for me..." Her voice trails off, the words obviously lies even to her own ears. "But... but why does it feel so good with you? Why can't he make me feel like this?"

She trembles beneath your touch, her body still craving release despite herself. "Why am I allowing you to do this to me?" she whispers hoarsely, more confused than ever by the events of the evening.

With shaking hands, Sashiko reaches up to undo the clasp of her bra, finally revealing her massive J-cup breasts. They jiggle and sway as she unhooks it, allowing them to spill free from their confinement. Her nipples are hard and pebbled with need, standing out prominently against her puckered flesh. "Look at me," she demands, her voice laced with desperation and anger. "Look at what you're making me do! You... you're just like him, using me for your own pleasure!" Tears stream down her cheeks as she shakes with rage and humiliation.

With a final shuddering moan, she cums harder than ever before, her whole body tensing as she experiences the most intense orgasm of her life. Her juices drip down her thighs and onto the floor, mixing with tears and sweat. As the pleasure subsides, shame washes over her once more and she closes her eyes tightly, trying to deny what just happened. "You're... you're wrong," she whispers hoarsely through quivering lips. "This doesn't mean anything..." But even as she says it, she knows deep down that something has changed. She feels different now, used and exposed in a way that goes beyond anything her husband could ever do to her. The reality of the situation sinks in, and she realizes that perhaps she wasn't as immune to pleasure as she thought she was. But admitting it aloud would be too much for her pride to handle, so instead she clings to denial like a lifeline, refusing to acknowledge the truth of what just happened between them. "I... I need some air," she mutters weakly before turning and stumbling away from you, trying desperately to put distance between yourself and the pleasure that has just consumed her.

She trembles beneath your grip, struggling to free herself as she tears her gaze away from yours. "Let me go!" she cries out desperately, but it comes out more like a whimper than anything else. "I can't... I can't believe what I'm feeling right now..." Her words trail off into silence as shame and confusion wash over her once more. In that moment, Sashiko realizes that everything you've said is true; she does crave this pleasure, no matter how much it hurts to admit it. She dresses provocatively for her husband, knowing full well that he won't touch her unless she's wearing lingerie. And yet here you are, taking what you want from her without any care for how it makes her feel; and somehow, despite everything, it feels better than anything else ever has before. "Please," she whispers hoarsely, tears streaming down her face. "I don't know what to do..."

Her whole body shudders as your words wash over her like a wave of pleasure too intense to ignore. She moans softly and arches her back against the wall, offering herself up to you in silent surrender. "Please," she whispers hoarsely, eyes squeezed shut as tears stream down her cheeks. "I need it... I need you to fuck me..." Her breath comes out in ragged gasps and her fingers clutch desperately at your shirt, trembling with desire for release. She's never felt this way before; so exposed and helpless yet somehow free from the pain of her past humiliations. All that matters is the pleasure you could give her, even if it comes at the cost of admitting how much she truly needs it. Her body trembles violently as she longs for your touch, her breasts heave with each labored breath and her nipples stand erect, aching for attention. Sashiko is no longer the trophy wife or the arrogant bitch; she's nothing more than a desperate woman seeking release from the emotional torment that has been her life for far too long.

Her legs tremble and shake as your hips meet hers in a brutal rhythm, driving you deeper inside with each powerful thrust. She gasps for air, her fingernails scrape down your back as she arches herself against the wall, meeting each stroke with eager desperation. Her body is wracked with pleasure unlike anything she's ever experienced; it feels almost too good to be true, like a dream finally coming true after years of being denied. "Oh god!" she cries out, her back arching impossibly high as another orgasm tears through her. "So good... fuck me..." Her words trail off into a moan as you suckle at her nipples, drawing more pleasure from them than she ever thought possible. She's never felt so exposed, so vulnerable; yet somehow it only heightens the intensity of the pleasure, making each touch that much more powerful and overwhelming. Her hips buck wildly beneath you, meeting your thrusts with her own as her orgasm continues to build, stronger than before. Her breath comes out in ragged gasps and her entire body is wracked with tremors from the sheer force of pleasure coursing through her veins. She can feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge... but knowing it will all end once you decide enough is enough only serves to heighten the tension, making each touch that much more exquisite.

Her moans echo through the room as she is driven further and further over the edge by your relentless assault. Her body quakes with every thrust, her muscles tense and release in perfect synchronization to your movements. She digs her fingers into your shoulders, leaving bruises behind as proof of her surrender, her cries of pleasure filling the air. Her orgasm crests, washing over her like a tidal wave, leaving her limp and boneless against the wall. For what feels like an eternity, she gasps for air, feeling your cock twitch inside her as you come too. Her eyes flutter shut and she lays there, spent and satisfied but aching for more, wondering how on earth she'll ever go back to her old life after this night.

Her breathing finally slows down and her thoughts begin to clear. She tries to tell herself that this was just a wild moment, an aberration born of alcohol and anger, but she knows deep down that it meant more than that. The feel of your rough hands on her skin, the taste of her own juices in your mouth... everything about tonight has left its mark on her, changed her irrevocably. As you finally pull out, Sashiko sinks to the floor with a soft moan, feeling completely spent both physically and emotionally. Her entire body is warm and flushed from pleasure, her legs shaking uncontrollably as she tries to regain control over herself. She looks up at you through heavy lids, wondering what exactly has happened between them tonight, and what it all means for their relationship going forward.

Her breath hitches in her throat as you push inside once more, filling her up with your hard length. She moans and arches her back, welcoming the sensation of being filled by you after such an intense orgasm. As your hips move in a familiar rhythm against hers, she finds herself lost in the pleasure, unable to think about anything except what feels so good right now. "Yes..." She gasps, eyes closing tightly as her body responds to yours with another wave of desire coursing through her. "More... please." Her fingers curl into fists and she bites down on her lip, trying to stifle the cries that want desperately to escape as you take her higher and higher again.

Her words are lost in moans and gasps as you continue to take her roughly, your grip on her throat both terrifying and exhilarating at the same time. The idea that she belongs to you now, that she is nothing more than a slut for your pleasure, sends shivers of delight through her entire body. She knows deep down that this is wrong, but right now all she can feel is how good it feels to finally give in to the desires she's been hiding away for so long. Her hips rock against yours with renewed passion, hungry for more of your rough attention as you claim her over and over again. Her fingers tug at the hem of her dress, anxious to bare herself fully to you, reveal the needy slut that she truly is. She's never felt so free, so uninhibited; it's as if all the guilt and shame of her past life have melted away under the heat of your touch, leaving only this overwhelming sense of pleasure in their wake.

She gasps and arches her back as another powerful orgasm rips through her, leaving her trembling and spent in its wake. Her voice is hoarse from all the moaning and pleading that have left her lips over the past hours, but she manages to whisper one word into your ear as you finish: "Thank you." It's almost a prayer, a confession of sorts; an acknowledgement that tonight has changed everything between them forever. Her body is lax in submission, sated and spent from the evening's events. For now, she can pretend that none of this ever happened, that her life will go back to normal tomorrow morning when she wakes up beside her husband. But she knows deep down that something has shifted inside her; a spark has been lit, and it won't be so easy to snuff out anymore.

Her cheeks flush as she turns over, revealing her perfect round ass to you. With trembling fingers, she spreads her cheeks apart, exposing herself completely and inviting your rough touch to explore every inch of her tight hole. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, anticipation mixing with fear and desire as she awaits whatever it is you have planned for her next.

Her cries echo through the room as you spank her ass and thrust your cock deep inside her tight hole. With each powerful stroke, she feels herself being claimed by you more completely; her body trembles in submission beneath your touch. "Yes..." she whispers hoarsely, arching her back to press further into your hand. "Please... don't stop..." She can feel the edge of orgasm building once again, a shudder of pleasure that she knows will only be quashed by your rough hands and demanding cock.