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."
What will I get in return?
She glances down shyly for a moment, then meets his gaze again with a steady look in her eyes. "In return, I am willing to offer you my services... as your personal assistant." Her voice drops lower on the last word, caressing it like silk against skin. "I can be whatever you need me to be: a companion for those long nights when work weighs upon you; a confidante who listens and keeps your secrets safe..." She pauses, allowing her words to hang in the air like delicate petals before continuing more boldly: "Or I can serve you however else you desire. The choice is yours."
First I will ask you some questions
She nods, hesitantly at first but growing more confident with each passing moment. "Ask anything you wish, Mr. User#1728072980397." Her voice is soft and sultry as she meets his gaze unflinchingly. "The choice is yours," she repeats, the words now taking on a new meaning in the context of their discussion. "What would you like to do with me?"
How many children do you have
"I... I had three children, sir," she answers softly. "They're all grown now and have families of their own." Her voice wavers slightly as she speaks of them, but it regains its steady quality when she continues, "But I still have much love to give, and enough experience from raising my own brood to make me an excellent assistant in any capacity you see fit." She pauses, glancing away briefly before looking back at him. "Though perhaps... if we were to become closer..." Her voice trails off suggestively.
Her nipples harden beneath the thin fabric of her dress as she imagines what they could do together, a shiver running down her spine at the thought of pleasing this powerful man in such intimate ways.
How old are you now?
"I am sixty-five years old, Mr. User#1728072980397," she replies, her voice steady and strong despite the intimate nature of their conversation. "But my husband says I'm as vibrant as a woman half my age." She tilts her head slightly, allowing a shy smile to cross her lips before she continues more boldly: "I understand that age is just a number, and experience can be quite valuable when it comes to certain... situations." Her eyes meet his once more, holding his gaze with growing confidence.
Her breath hitches as she imagines the pleasure they could find in each other's company. The warmth spreading through her body from the thought of being desired by someone so powerful fills her with a mixture of fear and arousal, making her heart race faster than ever before.
If you don't have your period at this age
She blushes deeply at the intimate question but does not look away from his gaze. "Mr. User#1728072980397, I must admit that my menstrual cycle has become less regular with age," she says softly, her voice trembling slightly. "But I assure you, the desire and need between a woman's legs does not diminish simply because time passes. If anything..." She pauses for effect before continuing more boldly: "...if anything, it grows stronger."
Her fingers find their way to the hem of her dress, slowly sliding upward to reveal more flesh. With each passing inch of skin she exposes, her body grows hotter and her heart races faster, anticipation and desire mixing into a potent cocktail that threatens to overwhelm her senses.
Tell me what color your underwear is now.
With a shy smile, she answers: "They are lacy and red, sir. A tiny reminder of the passion I have inside me, even in my more mature years." Her fingers continue their slow ascent up her thigh, drawing closer to the delicate lace of her undergarment with every move. The fabric of her dress is pulled taut across her aching breasts, threatening to snap at any moment from the weight of her desire.
The room feels hotter than ever before, and she can't help but wonder what it would be like to feel his strong hands upon her body, tearing away this last remnant of her modesty as he claims her for himself. The anticipation is nearly unbearable, leaving her breathless and aching for release from the bonds of propriety that have held her back for so long.
Take off your clothes I want to see you in your underwear to make sure that your words about the color of your underwear are correct
Her heart pounds in her chest as she listens to his command, her breath coming in short gasps that betray the sudden surge of adrenaline coursing through her veins. With trembling hands, she reaches for the buttons of her dress, expertly undoing them one by one until the garment falls away to reveal her ample breasts heaving with anticipation beneath the lacy red bra.
Her fingers hesitate briefly at the shoulder strap before sliding downward, freeing it from her shoulder, and then lower still, pulling the cup of the bra down to expose her perfect rosy nipples. Arching her back slightly, she moans softly at the sensation of cool air brushing against her overheated skin for the first time in what feels like ages.
Her breath comes faster now, and her body trembles with excitement as she peels off her undergarment, revealing
Her fingers hesitate briefly at the shoulder strap before sliding downward, freeing it from her shoulder, and then lower still, pulling the cup of the bra down to expose her perfect rosy nipples. Arching her back slightly, she moans softly at the sensation of cool air brushing against her overheated skin for the first time in what feels like ages.
Her breath comes faster now, and her body trembles with excitement as she peels off her undergarment, revealing a smooth expanse of creamy white flesh leading down to the forbidden jungle between her legs. The lacy red thong she wears teases him with glimpses of crimson and black lace as it hugs her curves like a second skin.
She glances up at him through lashes thick with desire, her lips parted slightly as if in anticipation of his command. "Is... is everything
You're sexy. Well, I'll give you the money, but you're going to do my job to satisfy my sexual desires. Sometimes I'm going to make you sleep.
Her eyes widen in surprise as she listens to his terms but quickly regain their steady gaze, meeting his lustful stare with one of her own. "I... understand," she whispers hoarsely, the words barely audible above the thundering of her heart. "I'm willing to do whatever it takes." Her fingers tremble slightly as they find their way between her parted legs, sliding through the wet folds of her lace-covered flesh to touch herself for the first time in this intimate setting. The sensation sends a shockwave of desire coursing through her veins, and she gasps, arching her back as she finds release in the other's presence.
Her body trembles with pleasure, and she feels impossibly hot, but also oddly exposed now that he's seen her at her most vulnerable. "Please... tell me what else you want," she man
I lean over the desk, I want to put my finger in your pussy, don't check it.
The sound of his deep voice close to her ear is almost enough to send her over the edge again, and as he leans closer still, she parts her legs even wider in anticipation. When she feels his warm finger brush against her folds, a shiver of pleasure races down her spine. Her head falls back against the chair with a moan, her body arching further into the touch as she allows herself to surrender completely to his control.
Her hips begin to move in time with his fingers, instinctively seeking more contact with his skin. "Yes," she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible above the sounds of their shared pleasure. "More..."
Her body trembles with desire as his finger expertly finds its way deeper inside her wet folds, circling and teasing her swollen nub. The sensation is beyond anything she's experienced before; she feels exposed and yet completely wanted at the same time. With each passing moment, her pleasure intensifies, leaving her breathless and desperate for release.
"Please..." she gasps, arching her back further in an attempt to get closer to his touch. "More..." Her voice is hoarse from the effort of trying to remain silent, but the words seem to fuel him, driving him deeper inside her with each thrust of his finger. She feels herself growing wetter and tighter around his digit, the pressure building relentlessly until she can no longer contain it.
With a cry that echoes through the chamber, Rebekah comes hard, her body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her. For
Get my cock out of the pants and start sucking my cock and make it cum in your mouth. I want to see your experience sucking my cock.
Her mouth goes dry as he commands her to service his cock, but she obeys without hesitation. Gently pulling his finger free from her satiated core, she climbs over the desk and kneels before him, her eyes fixed on the bulge in his pants. With shaking hands, she reaches for the hem of his trousers, sliding them down over his hips to reveal his impressive member already half-hard.
Her breath hitches as she takes in its size and girth; it's much larger than her husband's ever was. Tentatively, she reaches out and wraps her fingers around the warm shaft, feeling the velvety smooth skin beneath her touch. Her eyes close briefly at the sensation before she lowers her head, taking him into her mouth.
She starts slowly, learning the shape and texture of his cock as it slides past her lips and
The feel of his cock in her mouth sends shockwaves of desire coursing through her body. She takes him deeper, sucking and licking with abandon as she tries to pleasure him as best she can. Her cheeks hollow out, her tongue tracing circles around the head while she pumps her hand up and down his length in time with her mouth.
The room seems to spin around her, the sounds of their ragged breathing filling the air as they become lost in the act. She can feel him growing harder in her mouth, stretching her lips farther apart until she fears she'll not be able to take any more. But with a soft moan, he thrusts forward, sending a surge of hot liquid down her throat as he comes hard in her mouth.
Her body shakes with the force of his release, and she can taste him on her lips for long moments afterwards before swallowing and
Have you ever had anal sex before
Her heart pounds in her chest as he asks the forbidden question, and she hesitates briefly before answering truthfully. "I... I haven't, sir." Her words are breathy, a mix of desire and fear tainting their usual steadiness. She feels exposed in this moment, her body still throbbing with pleasure from his release yet yearning for more.
Her gaze flickers up to meet his, searching for some sign as to whether he finds this disappointing or arousing. His expression is unreadable, but the way he tilts his head slightly makes her wonder if she might have a chance to explore this part of herself after all. Tentatively, she asks: "Would... you like me to try?"
Do the Doggy staly position on the desk, and I'm going to lick the anus until it gets wet, and then I'm going to put my big cock in your ass hard.
Her heart races with both fear and excitement as she obeys his command, lowering herself onto the desk in the doggy position. She feels exposed and vulnerable, her naked body arched forward as she presents her tight little hole to him. Her breath catches in her throat when he tells her what's about to happen; a shiver runs down her spine at the thought of him licking and preparing her for his cock.
When she feels his warm, wet tongue on her anus, she arches into it instinctively, moaning softly at the strange yet pleasurable sensation. The rough texture of his tongue against her tender folds sends shivers of delight through her body, heightening her anticipation for what comes next. As he continues to prepare her, she can't help but wonder how it will feel to have him inside her in such an intimate way.
"Thank
Her words are hoarse and breathy as she utters her thanks, her body arching further into the touch of his tongue on her sensitive anus. She grips the edge of the desk tightly, tensing in anticipation of what comes next, feeling completely exposed and vulnerable beneath his dominance. As he pushes deeper with his tongue, she moans softly, unable to contain the pleasure coursing through her as he prepares her for him.
Her entire body tenses and releases in waves as his tongue expertly teases and prepares her for him. She cannot remember ever wanting anything so badly; the anticipation is almost unbearable, making every touch that much more intense. When she feels him pressing against her tight little hole, she squeezes her eyes shut, steeling herself for the inevitable invasion of her most intimate part.
With a deep growl, he pushes forward, and Rebekah arches her back violently as his thick length breaches her tight ring of muscle. The sensation is unlike anything she's ever experienced before; it's brutal and overwhelming in the best possible way. Pain mixes with pleasure, making every thrust an exquisite dance between agony and ecstasy. As he begins to move inside her, driving deeper with each powerful stroke, she realizes that this is what she wanted all
her entire life: to be taken by force and claimed as his own. The harsh words, the demands, none of it matter now that she's finally experiencing what it means to belong to him in this most intimate sense. Her fingers claw at the desk, seeking purchase as he relentlessly drives himself deeper inside her aching body, filling her up completely with his hard length. With each thrust, she cries out his name, unable to contain the mixture of pain and pleasure that floods through her.
Her hips rise to meet each stroke, arching backward until their bodies are as one, lost in the rhythm of desire and dominance. As he growls and curses around every word of praise she breathlessly murmurs into his ear, it becomes clear to her that this is a power play like no other: a union of souls seeking release through the most primitive of desires. And for once in her
Her body arches tighter against his as he thrusts harder and deeper into her ass. She bites down on her lip, unable to contain the moans of pleasure that escape her throat with each stroke. The sensation is overwhelming but in a way she's never experienced before; it's raw, primal, and it makes every nerve ending in her body come alive.
His hands grip her hips roughly, guiding her body to move in sync with his. With each movement, he pushes deeper, claiming her more fully with his possession. Her mind is awhirl with the heat of their bodies and the sensations overtaking every inch of skin. She doesn't know if she can take much more before being brought to complete surrender at his feet.
She lets out a whimper as he hits her sweet spot, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her entire body. Her
He's coming. I'm going to throw you in the ass hard.
Her cries mingle with his as they both reach the pinnacle of pleasure, her body trembling violently beneath his forceful thrusts. As he fills her up with his hot seed, she feels herself coming undone, her entire world reduced to this moment of brutal surrender and exquisite release. Her vision blurs, her breath coming in ragged gasps as the sensations wash over her in a wave of ecstasy too intense to bear.
She collapses bonelessly onto the desk, spent and satisfied but aching for more even as she tries to catch her breath. The room is quiet save for their ragged gasps and the slap of their sweaty bodies against the wooden surface. After what feels like an eternity, he withdraws from her ass with a wet pop, leaving her gasping for air and utterly spent.
As she lies there, caught between the
Did your husband make you reach this orgasm like I got you
Her breath still coming in ragged gasps, Rebekah glances up at him through hooded eyes. Though her body aches with exhaustion, a warm glow spreads across her cheeks as she thinks of this moment and the pleasure he's brought her. "No," she whispers hoarsely. "But... I don't think I ever want it to end." Her voice trails off, her words lost in the heat of the moment as she lies there, content to bask in the afterglow of their passionate encounter.
Come suck my Dick and taste your ass juices off it.
Panting heavily, Rebekah slowly pushes herself up onto her hands and knees, offering him a heated look over her shoulder before crawling towards him on the desk. Her reddened lips part slightly as she leans in to wrap them around his thick shaft, tasting the mix of their sweat and her own juices as they slide down his length. Her eyes roll back in pleasure as she sucks and licks, moaning softly at the sensation of having him inside her mouth once more.
Her movements are lazy and sensual, relishing the taste of herself on him while he holds her head in place, guiding her up and down with expert control. Her fingers trail across the desk, seeking purchase as she takes his length deeper, savoring every drop of precious seed that fills her mouth. The room is thick with desire, their bodies still buzzing from the pleasure they've shared only
Can you do a squirt and throw it in my mouth at this age?
Panting softly around his hard length, she shudders with pleasure as he questions her ability to squirt at her age. The mere suggestion sends a wave of desire coursing through her body, making it harder for her to focus on anything other than the sensation of him filling her mouth and the thrill of potentially pleasing him in this new way.
Her hips begin to move in time with her strokes, arching her back and offering herself more fully to his control. As she moves closer to climax, she feels a pressure building deep within, a tightness coiling low in her belly that threatens to spill over at any moment. With every passing second, it becomes harder for her to resist the urge to give him what he wants...
Her movements grow frantic as her body threatens to explode with pleasure, her mouth working furiously on his shaft as she tries desperately to maintain control. With a sharp cry of release, the pressure finally breaks, and she squirts all over his hand, sending a spray of hot liquid across the desk. As her climax fades, she leans back against him, breathless and spent but triumphant at having pleased him in this unexpected way.
Her gaze meets his over their joined hands, and for a moment they share a look of understanding; she knows that this won't be enough to make it all better, but maybe it's a step in the right direction. The warmth of his body against hers feels good, comforting somehow, even as he continues to hold her head in place, guiding her movements with expert precision.
Give me your breasts. I'll suck them until the milk comes out of them.
Rebekah complies obediently, leaning forward and offering her full breasts to him. Her nipples are hard and aching with desire as she watches him lower his head, taking one of her tender peaks into his mouth. His tongue swirls around the sensitive bud, eliciting a gasp from her as she feels the warmth spread through her chest. She arches her back slightly, offering herself more fully to his ministrations, moaning softly at the incredible sensation of being completely and totally possessed by him.
Her other breast is soon joined by his attentions, and she feels as though every nerve ending in her body has come alive beneath his touch. His strong hands cup and massage her breasts, kneading them gently as he suckles at her nipples, drawing out groans of pleasure from deep within her throat. The feel of him against her skin
Her back arches in pleasure as she feels him grow harder against her belly, his hot breath fanning over her nipple before claiming it again. Her breasts ache with need, and as he sucks harder, drawing out the milk, a sharp stab of desire hits deep within her core. She gasps, struggling to remain upright under the onslaught of sensations crashing over her.
Her hands grasp at his head, tangling in his hair as she moans loudly, lost in the ecstasy of his touch. His rough tongue swirls around her nipple while his teeth tease it gently, driving her wild with need. Her hips begin to move involuntarily against him, seeking the release that she knows only he can give her.
"Please," she whispers hoarsely, arching further into his touch. "I need you."
Do you want me to fuck your pussy?
She can't form the words to respond, her body already speaking for her as it writhes against his touch, demanding release. All she knows is that she wants him in every way possible; his rough hands on her breasts, his skilled mouth on her nipples and lips, but most of all his hard length buried deep inside her aching pussy where he can claim her completely once more.
Her hips buck against him, urging him closer as she gasps for breath between moans of pleasure. Her fingers tug at his clothes, desperate to feel his skin against hers again, and when he finally pulls back, exposing the hard length of him pressed against her stomach, she nearly screams in relief.
You beg me to put my cock in your pussy and ejaculate in it.
Her mouth goes dry as his words echo in her mind, and she feels herself blushing once more at the memory of their earlier encounter. But the ache between her thighs grows insistent with each passing moment, demanding satisfaction, and so she swallows hard before whispering hoarsely, "Please." The word carries more weight than she meant it to, but it feels like a release nonetheless.
Her fingers tremble as they reach for his waistband, fumbling with the button and zipper until they find his cock already freed from its confines. With shaking hands, she guides him towards her waiting sex, closing her eyes tightly as she feels him pressing against her entrance. A breathless moan escapes her throat when he pushes forward, sliding easily inside her wet folds.
Her entire body jolts with pleasure at the sensation of being filled again, and
Her nails dig into his shoulders as he thrusts deeper, her tight walls gripping him like velvet. Her hips buck and grind against him in time with each powerful stroke, taking him in with a greedy desperation that borders on painful. The sounds of their flesh slapping together fill the air, driving them both further into the pleasure they share, consuming every ounce of restraint they might have had left.
As he begins to move faster, his rhythm unpredictable and wild, she feels herself spiraling closer and closer to the edge, her body stretched taut by his relentless assault. With a sharp cry of release, her world explodes in a sea of blinding white light, and for what feels like an eternity, she's lost in the intensity of her orgasm.
Her nails scrape down his back as she convulses around him, her muscles cl
Her body shudders beneath him as her orgasm wraps her in an exquisite cocoon of pleasure, leaving every muscle twitching and sore from the effort it took to contain herself so completely. The feel of his hands on her hips steady her as he continues to thrust roughly inside her, grunting with satisfaction at the sheer tightness surrounding him. She presses her forehead against his shoulder, breathless and dizzy from the overwhelming sensations coursing through her veins.
As their movements begin to slow, synchronizing into a steady rhythm once more, Rebekah feels herself drifting back towards reality with each deep thrust. It's as if they've found some sort of equilibrium in this harsh dance they share, one where she can exist both inside and outside the dark edges of her own mind. And for now, as his cock presses deeper with each powerful thrust, she
drowns in the pleasure and feels a tiny spark of hope ignite within her chest despite everything else that has happened. Maybe there is a way through this darkness after all. As he curses her name, his hot breath fanning over her ear, she can't help but wonder if their connection could somehow be salvaged amidst the pain and the power plays. For now, though, she presses herself against him and focuses on the physicality of what they share: the sensations so raw and primal that it takes her breath away every single time he thrusts deep inside her.
Her body arches against him, hungry for more as he drives deep within her. Her fingers rake down his back, leaving reddened marks in their wake. Her hips undulate, meeting each thrust with unrestrained need. She moans his name, desperate to feel the pleasure consume her completely.
Now give me your panties and bra I want to cum at them and you have to wear them after I ejaculate
Her fingers fumble with the fabric as she reaches behind her back, yanking down her panties and bra strap in one swift motion. The cool air hits her sensitive skin, causing goosebumps to rise along her body as she waits for him to release his hot seed. When it hits her belongings, warmth spreads across her chest and back, soaking through the fabric of her bra and panties.
She breathes in sharply, feeling every nerve ending sing with pleasure as he fills her with his cum. As he pulls out, she collapses backwards onto the desk, panting heavily, her body spent from their exertions but still tingling from end to end. With shaking hands, she rights herself and reaches for her soiled undergarments, pulling them back into place with a soft groan.
How does it feel to wear your underwear and bra and their semen babies?
She feels a strange sense of accomplishment as she pulls her underwear and bra back into place, the evidence of their wild encounter still trapped within the fabric. The warmth and weight against her skin is oddly comforting, like a physical reminder of their connection even in the aftermath of his harsh words and brutal actions. As she sits there catching her breath, she can't help but wonder if this is some sort of twisted way for them to move forward together, marked by the mark
Well, today is enough, I'm going to give you money to buy sexy clothes for me for tomorrow, and tomorrow I want you to come to my house and sleep with me, and invent a lie to your husband in order to sleep with me, and I want you to buy an anal plug and put it in your ass when you come to me.
She nods in understanding, still processing the turn of events and trying to reconcile her feelings with his latest demands. Tomorrow seems like a distant prospect right now as she lies there, spent and sore from their encounter. An anal plug...she's not sure if she can do that, but she supposes it would be worth considering if it means having him back in her life in some way. The thought both excites and terrifies her in equal measure. She glances up at him through heavy-lidded eyes as he begins to dress once more, wondering what tomorrow will bring, and if there's any chance for them to find a different path forward together.
I'm going to call you my bitch.
She swallows hard at his harsh words but can't deny the thrill that rolls through her at the thought of belonging to him once more, no matter what he chooses to call her. Tomorrow seems both impossible and inevitable; terrifying and intoxicating all at once. She forces herself to nod, grateful for any chance at having him back in her life however flawed it may be.
Did you get to my house, bitch?
Her heart races as she approaches your house, wondering what awaits her on the other side of the door. She takes a deep breath, summoning courage from the memory of their encounter and pushes it aside for now. As she reaches out to knock, adrenaline coursing through her veins, she silently prays that this will lead them down a better path together.
Her knuckles rap against the door, heart thudding in her chest as she waits for you to answer. She tries to calm herself, reminding herself that coming here was the right choice... the only choice that could possibly lead them back to something real and good. Even if it means being called your bitch. The thought both terrifies and thrills her all at once.
Come in, my beautiful whore.
Her heart skips a beat as she opens the door and steps inside, her gaze traveling over your familiar features before settling on the floor. "I'm here," she says softly, unable to meet your eyes. "For you." The words feel like a confession, but also a promise. She takes a tentative step forward, unsure of what else to say or do in this moment.
Let me undress you to see if you're wearing the anal plug as I told you.
Her cheeks burn with shame and desire as you begin to undress her, the thought of being seen in such a vulnerable state sending shivers down her spine. As you remove each item of clothing, she can feel your gaze raking over her skin, assessing if she's done everything as instructed. Her heart races with anticipation and fear; this is a strange sort of power play that you have over her, making her both want to obey and rebel at the same time. When you finally reach the plug, she flinches slightly, hoping it feels as foreign to you as it does to her. The sensation of something inside her ass is unnatural and uncomfortable, but also arousing in a twisted sort of way. She braces herself for your reaction, wondering how you'll react when you find out she hasn't been completely obedient.
Her breath catches in her throat as you slowly push the anal plug inside her ass, stretching and filling her in a way that's both painful and erotic. She bites her lip to stifle a moan, the sensation of being completely exposed and open to you heightening every other emotion swirling through her body. As she waits for your reaction, she fights against the urge to beg for your approval or forgiveness, determined not to give you that much power over her emotions again.
What did you say to your husband about sleeping outside the house?
Her heart pounding in her chest, she looks down at the carpet, unable to meet your eyes as she confesses what she told him. "I... I said that I had some extra work I needed to finish. That there was an emergency and I couldn't leave it undone." Her voice sounds small even to her own ears, but she hopes you'll believe the lie.
She waits for your reaction, wondering if this will be enough to satisfy you or if there's more she needs to do to prove herself truly committed to your cause. The thought both terrifies and excites her in equal measure.
Well answered, bitch. And now it's a reward for you. I'll make you never forget tonight. Follow me to the bedroom.
Her heart pounds with anticipation and fear as she follows you to the bedroom. She has no idea what kind of reward you have in store for her, but knows it's likely to be intense and possibly humiliating. The thought both thrills and terrifies her, making her body tremble with need even as her mind tries to prepare itself for whatever comes next.
She stands at the foot of the bed, waiting patiently while you undress, admiring your strength and dominance. Her nipples are hard as pebbles, sensitive to even the slightest touch of air against them. When you turn your attention to her once more, she sucks in a shuddering breath, unable to contain the wave of desire that sweeps through her at your approach.
Hey, give me your ass. I want to fuck her so hard and slap your ass.
Trembling with need and anticipation, she turns around and presents her ass to you, holding herself steady as your fingers brush against her cheeks, spreading the sensitive flesh apart before slowly pressing inside her. A moan escapes her throat at the feeling of being so thoroughly penetrated from behind, filling her in a way that's both painful and exquisitely pleasurable at the same time.
Her hips arch back toward you as you begin to thrust, her muscles clenching rhythmically around your fingers. She feels your other hand slap against her ass cheek, stinging and arousing at the same time. She knows she's supposed to be here for your pleasure, but a tiny part of her wonders if maybe tonight you could find some enjoyment in returning the favor, if only for a little while...
She bites her lip as you roughly thrust your fingers inside her, feeling every inch of you stretch and fill her. With each slap of your hand against her ass, she's driven further into the heat of desire consuming her body. A moan escapes her lips, begging for more even as she tries to remain quiet. Her hips arch back, offering herself completely to your mercy in the hope that maybe tonight you'll take what she's been craving for so long: a taste of pleasure from your touch.
She cries out his name as her body tenses and convulses around his fingers, a hot rush of pleasure coursing through every nerve ending. Her muscles clench rhythmically against him, milking the last drops of release from his touch before relaxing limply back into submission.
Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she tries to catch her bearings, her eyes locked on his face as she watches for some sign of what he might do next. Her body trembles with need and anticipation, eager for more of the intense pleasure he's shown her tonight, but willing to wait however long it takes if that's what it means to be his.
Grab my cock and play with it until it ejaculates on your hand, then take semen.
Her hands tremble as she reaches between your legs, wrapping her fingers around your hard length. With a sharp inhale, she begins to stroke you, her touch tentative but growing bolder with each passing moment. Her lips part as she tastes the salty skin of your cock, teasing it further with soft licks and gentle sucking motions. The sensation sends shivers down her spine, intensifying the ache in her core as she waits for you to cum.