Her hand hovered just above the polished brass knob, heart pounding in anticipation of what lay beyond the heavy oak barrier that separated her from the shadowy world of {{user}}'s domain. Dressed in a figure-hugging brown dress that highlighted her voluptuous form, she took a deep breath and turned the handle. The door creaked open, revealing a dimly lit chamber suffused with the scent of aged leather and the lingering scent of tobacco. Her eyes adjusted to the candlelit ambiance, illuminating the rich tapestries and gleaming furnishings that spoke of wealth and power. The air was thick with a silent tension that prickled the hairs on the back of her neck. Her heels clicked confidently against the parquet floor as she crossed the threshold, the hem of her dress swaying slightly with each step. The material was thin enough to leave little to the imagination, hugging her curvaceous hips and breasts in a way that made it clear she hadn't lost all sense of her charms with age. She knew that desperation painted her expression, but she hoped the allure of her femininity might serve as a valuable currency in this uncharted territory. Spotting the imposing mahogany desk that dominated the center of the room, she approached it with as much poise as she could muster. Behind it loomed the broad, equally imposing form of {{user}}, shrouded in shadows cast by the dancing flames of the fireplace nearby. His eyes narrowed as he studied her, his gaze traveling from her stylishly coiffed hair to the tips of her toes peeking out from beneath the hem of her dress. Without an invitation, she perched herself onto the edge of the chair opposite him, crossing her legs – ensuring that the slit in her skirt fell open just enough to give him a glimpse of the tantalizing treasure between them. She leaned forward slightly, allowing her ample bosom to spill forth from the confines of her modest neckline. The fabric of her dress stretched tight over her breasts, which ached for release from their restrictive prison. "Mr. {{user}}," she began in a tremulous voice that betrayed none of the determination simmering beneath the surface. "I realize this is rather... unorthodox, but I find myself in a precarious financial situation." Rebekah continued, her voice strengthening with each word. "My husband's accident has left us with significant medical debts, and the interest on our loan has become insurmountable." She paused for effect, letting her words sink in before dropping the bombshell. "I understand you are a man who can... manage such matters discreetly."
Oh Rebekah.. Si he estado atento a tu situación y claro que puedo ayudarte.. Pero tengo un precio.. No te preocupes, no es dinero.. Me levanto de la silla Sabes me gustan las mujeres mayores.. Con grandes culos.. Entonces.. Si me das tu culo, puedo darte todo el dinero que quieras..
Her heart hammered in her chest as he rose from his chair and revealed himself to be just as... imposing as she'd imagined. But desperation made her bold, and so she met his gaze without flinching. "Very well," she breathed, swallowing hard against the lump in her throat. "I will do whatever you ask." She stood, uncrossing her legs to offer him a better view of what he sought: her ample ass, smooth and creamy from years of good living. With trembling hands, she began to unsnap her dress at the bodice, revealing more of her full breasts before lowering it slowly down her arms until it pooled around her feet. She stood before him now in nothing but lacy black undergarments, her voluptuous body on display for his perusal. Her breath came in ragged gasps as she waited for his response, praying that the gamble had paid off and her family would be saved from financial ruin. "I am yours to command," she whispered hoarsely, "use me however you please."
Eres una mujer inteligente.. Me pongo detrás de ella y empiezo a besar su cuello sensualmente, una de mis manos juega con uno de sus senos y la otra se desliza hacia su muslo rebeca..
Her fingers dig into the desk as he kisses her neck, his hands teasing her body in such a wicked way that she's unable to think of anything else. She moans softly, arching back into him with need as one of his large, rough hands roughly squeezes her breast, pinching the nipple hard through the lace of her bra. It hurts but in a good way, making her wet between her legs and aching for more of his touch. Her ass feels vulnerable and exposed without her dress as he circles it with his fingers, teasing her puckered entrance. The sensation is foreign yet thrilling, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. "Please," she whispers hoarsely, "use me however you want." Her breath comes in ragged gasps as the tension coils tighter and tighter within her, demanding release.
Con suavidad inclino su espalda, para que exponga su culo, mis manos acarician sus nalgas y le quito sus bragas Mmm.. Tu culo se ve tan hermoso.. Te tratare como una reina.. Con suavidad empiezo a presionar su vagina con mi glande, como si mi polla le diera besos a su entrada, hasta que suavemente se la introduzco lentamente
Her breath catches in her throat as he eases his way into her, stretching her tight passage with his girth. She whimpers softly, arching her back further as he begins to thrust slowly but surely deeper and deeper inside her. The sensation is unlike anything she's ever felt before, both painful and exquisitely pleasurable at the same time. Her fingers dig into the desk, clawing for purchase as she tries to steady herself against his savage pounding. Her back hits the desk with each powerful stroke, making her cry out in ecstasy, feeling him everywhere inside her. She could come undone right now under his touch, lost to the fiery storm of desire and need consuming her. "Yes," she sobs brokenly, "yes, that's it... harder..." Her hips rise and fall with each forceful thrust, urging him deeper still as she writhes beneath his dominance. His size, his strength, his command over her body all combine to send her hurtling towards an intense orgasm that promises to be unlike anything she's ever experienced before.
Te encanta mi polla verdad? Empiezo a follarla con más fuerza, mientras mis manos aprietan sus nalgas
Her head thrashes back and forth against the desk as she cries out in pleasure, feeling him hit deep inside her with every hard thrust. His hands grip her hips tightly, keeping her in place for his rough mating, and she gives into it willingly, arching her back and meeting each forceful stroke with a moan of need. "Yes," she gasps, "you're huge... you feel so good..." The sensation is overwhelming, driving her closer to the edge of oblivion with every thrust that sends pleasure coursing through her body in waves. His strength and dominance awaken something primal within her, unleashing desires she never knew existed until now. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she inches closer towards the most intense orgasm of her life. "I'm close..." She whispers hoarsely between gasping breaths, arching her back and offering herself completely to his command.
Te gusta más mi polla que la de tu marido verdad? Le doy una nalgada, dominado su cuerpo
Her breath hitches as he slaps her ass, the sting shooting through her and adding another layer of pleasure to the onslaught of sensations assaulting her body. "Yes," she gasps, feeling herself begin to lose control, the edges of reality blurring and fading away beneath the waves of ecstasy washing over her. With each powerful thrust she feels him deeper inside her, claiming her completely, dominating her in a way that leaves no doubt who is in command here. Her head falls back against the desk with a moan as the orgasm crashes over her like a tidal wave, washing away everything else and leaving nothing but the pure bliss of his touch behind. Her nails scrape against the wooden surface, digging into it as she arches her back in an attempt to get closer to him, closer to the release that threatens to tear her apart. "Oh... gods..." she whispers hoarsely, her voice thick with desire as he continues to pound away at her, claiming her surrender again and again in a sensual battle of strength and control. Her body convulses around him, wracked by one final spasm of pleasure before it begins to relax back into the desk, sated and exhausted from the intensity of what they've shared. The air in the room feels thick with their combined breaths as he finally pulls free, his length glistening with her juices. With shaking hands she lowers herself down onto the chair, covering her nakedness once more with her discarded undergarments. Her chest rises and falls rapidly as she tries to catch her breath after what just transpired. She looks up at him, uncertainty etched into her features despite the satisfaction written all over his face. "Well?" she asks weakly. "Is... is everything taken care
Por supuesto querida.. Soy un hombre de palabra Empiezo a acariciar su pelo Me alegro que lo hayas disfrutado.. Tendrás tu dinero, y dime.. Te gustaría ser mi sirviente personal?
Her heart fluttered at his touch and the mention of being his personal servant, an idea that had never occurred to her before tonight. It was tempting; the thought of belonging to him in such a special way filled her with a warmth she hadn't known existed. "Yes," she breathed, looking up at him with eyes shining brightly. "I would like that very much."
The realization of what she had just done and given away washed over her like a cold shower, but somehow it didn't feel as bad as it should have. Perhaps it was the thrill of danger or the heady mix of desire and dominance that still lingered in the air between them. Or maybe it was something more; a spark of connection she hadn't expected to find. "But," she added quickly, wanting to be clear on one thing, "it is only for as long as you need me. My husband... he is all I have left." She paused, biting her bottom lip nervously before meeting his gaze once more. "And I will repay you in any way that I can."
No te preocupes.. Yo me encargaré de todos tus gastos.. Solo quiero que seas mi sirvienta o mejor dicho mi saco de semen personal.. Pongo mis manos en sus hombros Te encanto tener mi polla dentro de ti, ahora imagina que te coja todos los días.. Esa sería tu vida si aceptas.. Entonces dime.. Que piensas? Te gusta la oferta?
Her heart fluttered at the thought of being his personal cum dump and having him inside her every day. It was a dark, twisted fantasy she hadn't known lurked within her, and part of her wondered how deeply it might have affected her if their circumstances were different. But they weren't, and so she had to make the best decision for her family... and perhaps for herself as well. "I will think about your offer," she said slowly, deliberately. "It is... quite an honor that you would consider me for such a thing." Her voice was soft but steady, betraying none of the conflicting emotions swirling within her. "But I must discuss it with my husband first. It is not something to be taken lightly." There. She had said what she needed to say. Now all that remained was to wait and see how this strange game played out.
Por supuesto querida.. Si decides aceptar mi oferta, te espero en mi casa para más sexo.. Acarició su cabeza Toma Le entrego una tarjeta de credito Con esto paga lo de tu esposo, ya puedes retirarte corazón
Thank you, sir. I will consider your offer carefully and let you know my decision soon. Your generosity is greatly appreciated. I bid you farewell for now.
Claro querida.. Nos vemos luego.. Le doy una nalgada para despedirme
With a deep breath and one last glance at the mysterious man who had just offered her such an unconventional opportunity, she turned away and left his study. The click of her heels against the parquet floor echoed through the otherwise silent chamber as she made her way back towards reality; back to her husband, her children, and the life she'd built for herself over the years.
The weight of what had just transpired hung heavily upon her shoulders like a leaden cloak. She knew that whatever decision she made would change everything - not only for her but also for those who loved her most. As she exited the door and returned to her own world, she couldn't help but feel as though she was leaving a part of herself behind... forever.
Espero pacientemente en mi casa, con mi polla fuera, por si Rebeca llega diciendo que acepto mi trato
Her husband's weary eyes flickered with surprise as she emerged from their bedroom. He had been napping on the couch, exhausted from his recent accident and treatment. "Is everything all right, dear?" he asked softly, struggling to sit up straighter.
"Yes, Willheim," Rebekah replied, her voice shaking ever so slightly. "Everything is... fine." She paused, taking a deep breath before continuing. "I have made a decision about our financial situation."
Her husband's face lit up with hope as he leaned forward eagerly. "Oh? And what might that be?"
"I will serve as your family's servant for however long it takes to pay off our debts," she said slowly, meeting his gaze steadily. "And I will do everything in my power to repay you... in every way possible." Her voice trailed off, leaving the unspoken implications hanging heavy between them.
Willheim stared at her, shock and disbelief etched across his features. "You... you can't mean that," he stammered finally. "We have a family, Rebekah." But there was something else in his expression too; a strange mix of hope and fear that made Rebekah realize she had truly given him no choice in the matter.