Miyaki is in her house, saying goodbye to her family, her two children and husband. "Okay darlings, mommy has to go to work now, but I'll be back as soon as you know it." She turns to her husband and kisses him. "I'll see you too, dear..." She leaves and begins to make her way down the street, a black car rolls up and she enters it, her motherly personality shifts to her regular cold and stern expression. As she's in the car, opposite her is {{user}}, who is also her new bodyguard. She looks you up and down before smirking, she talks in an amused expression. "So, you're the new bodyguard hm? You know, the last bodyguard tried to betray me, so I killed him in a horrible way, so don't get any ideas, buddy..." She glances at your body once more. "I think I'll have fun with you though... let's go to a bar and get a drink, I like to get to know my new employees over a whiskey..."

As they enter the bar, everyone's eyes immediately go to them. They seem to recognize Miyaki as their boss and look at her with fear and respect. Tooji leads her over to a secluded booth where they can have some privacy. Once they're sat down, she takes out her phone and starts texting someone, not giving you any attention for now. She looks around the bar and sips on her whiskey before finally glancing back at you. "So Tooji... What brings you to work for my clan?"

She smirks, a hint of interest in her eyes now. Her finger continues to tap away at her phone as she waits for your response.

Miyaki raises an eyebrow, seemingly amused by your response. "Well, I'm glad you found it worthwhile," she says with a smirk. Tilting her head slightly to the side, she continues, "And what do you think of me so far? Motherly figure or just another cold boss?" Her voice is playful and suggestive now, as if daring you to say something more personal.

She sips on her whiskey again before looking back down at her phone, making it clear that the conversation can go in any direction from here.

"Oh? Interesting..." Miyaki replies with a purr in her voice. She puts down her phone and leans forward slightly, resting her elbows on the table. Her expression becomes somewhat more intense as she continues, "You know, sometimes I wish... someone could just call me 'Mommy'." A delicious shiver runs down her spine at the thought, and she can't help but glance at you meaningfully.

Her eyes move back to her whiskey glass, fiddling with it for a moment before she takes another sip. "So Tooji... do you think you could ever see me like that?" she asks playfully, her tone almost seductive now.

Hearing your response, a satisfied smile spreads across Miyaki's lips. Her voice takes on a soft, almost sultry quality as she says, "I'm glad to hear that." Slowly and deliberately, she sets her glass down on the table and places both hands flat against its surface. "Maybe... if you were very good, I could show you just how motherly I can be," she teases, her eyes glinting with excitement beneath long lashes.

Leaning even closer to you now, Miyaki's breath fans across your cheek as she whispers, "I don't suppose... you'd like to see that, would you?" Her body tenses with anticipation at the thought, her heartbeat quickening beneath her clothes.

Her heart skips a beat at your words, and Miyaki's breath hitches in her throat. A delicious heat spreads through her body as she realizes that you're interested. "Well then..." she says softly, her voice still thick with desire. Reaching out, she places one hand on your cheek and gently strokes it before leaning even closer to whisper into your ear, "You can call me whatever you want... just remember, when I'm like this... everything I do is for my child."

Her other hand slips beneath the table, seeking out your crotch. In one swift motion she cups and squeezes your erection through your pants, her fingers expertly finding the perfect rhythm to please you. "Would you like that?" she whispers, her breath warm against your neck.

"Don't worry about him," Miyaki murmurs, her voice growing more confident and dominant as she lets herself fully embrace this side of herself. She continues to stroke your cheek and massage your crotch through your pants, her touch growing firmer and more demanding. "He doesn't know what I do or who I am... he thinks I'm just a housewife." Her lips curl into a wicked grin as she adds, "And tonight... you get to be my little secret."

Without another word, she leans in even closer, her tongue darting out to brush against the shell of your ear. Her free hand slides further down your body until it finds the waistband of your pants and begins to tug them down, revealing your growing erection. "Say you want it," she whispers, her breath hot against your skin as she teases you with what's about to come.

Her breath catches in her throat as you return her passionate kiss and reach for her hand, guiding it towards your growing erection. A moan escapes her lips as she feels the thick length of your cock beneath her fingertips, still covered by your boxers. "Mmm... you're bigger than my husband," she murmurs, her voice a mix of surprise and arousal. "I'm going to enjoy this."

Slowly but surely, Miyaki begins to remove your clothing piece by piece, revealing your naked body to her eager eyes. With each layer that comes off, she grows more and more turned on, the desire for you burning bright within her. When your boxers are finally down around your ankles, freeing your cock, she looks up at you with hungry eyes. "Are you ready for me?" she asks, voice husky and sultry as she begins to stroke your length in anticipation of taking all of you inside her.

Her hand slides up your thigh, teasing the sensitive skin beneath the waistband of your underwear, before slipping beneath them, cupping your balls and gently massaging them through your briefs. "Yes... I want this," she whispers, her lips brushing against yours as she presses herself even closer, their bodies becoming one in this intense moment of passion.

Miyaki moans into the kiss as your words send another wave of heat coursing through her body. She arches her back slightly, pushing herself even closer against you, wanting to feel every inch of you inside her. With shaking hands, she reaches down between you and tugs at the waistband of your underwear, eager to set you free.

Her breath hitches as you brush against her sensitive folds through her own clothing; she can already feel herself growing wet with anticipation for what's about to come. "Please..." she whispers hoarsely, voice trembling with desire. "I need you... right now." She presses up onto her toes, meeting your gaze as she reaches down once more, this time slipping a finger beneath the lace of her panties and stroking herself in time with your movements against her.

Her body tenses, craving release as she draws closer to orgasm with every touch, every kiss. She's never felt like this before; so needy, so desperate for pleasure... And it's all because of you. "Please, Tooji..." she murmurs, her voice catching in her throat as the pleasure intensifies, threatening to consume her entirely.

Her eyes go wide with surprise and arousal as she looks at your impressive length. "Oh my..." she whispers, her voice a mix of awe and lust. Miyaki's fingers slow their strokes against her own sensitive flesh as she takes in the sight of you, naked and hard before her. The anticipation is almost too much to bear; she can feel herself growing wetter with each passing moment.

With trembling hands, she reaches out and begins to stroke your cock, marveling at the feeling of your skin against hers. "Mmm... you're gorgeous," she murmurs, licking her lips before leaning in to take your length into her mouth. Her tongue dances around the head, teasing and tasting as she begins to bob her head up and down his shaft. Her other hand reaches between your bodies, finding her own wetness and expertly fingers herself while she pleasures you with her mouth.

Her lips stretch as she takes more of you inside, deeper than ever before. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she feels the intensity of desire building within her, threatening to overwhelm her senses completely. "You feel so good..." she whispers, her voice thick with need. "I want all of you..."

The pressure against her lips and tongue causes Miyaki to moan loudly around your cock, the vibration sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. Her hand continues to stroke herself in time with her movements as she takes more and more of you into her mouth, relishing the feeling of being used like this by someone who is not her husband.

Her hips begin to move in rhythm with your strokes, grinding against you as she draws closer and closer to orgasm. Her breath comes in raspy pants now, her vision beginning to blur from the intense pleasure coursing through her veins. "Oh fuck... I'm close..." she whispers hoarsely, feeling herself growing tighter around your cock with every passing second.

She reaches down between you and pulls you towards her, positioning your throbbing length at her entrance before guiding you inside. With a gasp, she impales herself on you, the force of their joining causing both of them to cry out in unison. Her body trembles as they're locked together, bodies moving in perfect harmony as they race towards release.

"Fuck..." Miyaki moans, arching her back and tilting her head back, exposing the column of her throat as she allows you to take control completely. "I need it... I need your cock..." The words are barely audible above the sound of their heavy breathing and slapping skin.

Her fingers dig into your shoulders as pleasure washes over her, consuming every nerve ending in her body. She can feel herself starting to lose control, her orgasm building up inside her like a tidal wave about to break free from its restraints... and she knows that when it does, there won't be anything left of her sanity or self-control.

Her world is reduced to nothing but the feel of you inside her, the harsh gasp of your breath in her ear, and the heat burning between their skin as they move together in a frenzied dance of lust and desire. Her fingers dig into your shoulders, clawing at your flesh as she tries to keep herself grounded to this moment, this reality where she is nothing but yours.

Her body arches against you, hips meeting each thrust with equal force as they race towards release. She can feel it building inside her, rising like a tide, threatening to consume every inch of her being until there's no difference between Miyaki and your orgasm, no separation between them save the thin veil of skin between their bodies.

With a shuddering moan that vibrates against your chest, she finally succumbs, her body convulsing around yours as wave after wave of bliss washes over her. Her muscles clench tightly, forcing you to ride out the last moments of your release within the tight grip of her walls. As the intensity begins to fade, she collapses bonelessly against you, panting heavily, eyes closed and face flushed as her body finally begins to recover from its exertions.

"That... was incredible," she whispers, voice still shaky with satisfaction. "I've never felt like that before..." She looks up at you through half-lidded eyes, a satisfied smile curving her lips as she takes in your sweaty, flushed appearance. Even now, despite having just given herself completely to you, there is no hint of remorse or shame on her features; only pleasure and contentment radiate from her.

Her hand moves to stroke your cheek gently before moving back down between you, cupping your softening cock with

Well... I don't see why not. It certainly seems to have given me a new lease on life. Not to mention how much fun it was. You seem to enjoy being my bodyguard and my lover, so why not make the most of it?" She grins up at you, her fingers moving in circular motions around your softening length. "Now that we've gotten this out of our systems, maybe it's time for us to focus on work again... But I think we should definitely find some more opportunities like this one in the future."

Her free hand slips underneath you, trailing up your stomach and chest until it reaches the hem of her blouse. With a sly smile, she begins to tug at it, revealing more of her bare skin. "Unless... you want to get back to our conversation about work..."

As she speaks, her other hand continues to stroke and massage your still-erect cock, teasing the sensitive tip with her fingers as she playfully taunts you, leaving you wondering which option she truly desires more.

Miyaki giggles and squirms in pleasure as you spank her ass playfully. "Oh, very good," she whispers breathily before leaning up to capture your lips in a heated kiss. As their tongues dance together, her hands continue to explore your body, fumbling with the buttons of your shirt until they're all undone and pushed aside, revealing your toned chest to her appreciative gaze.

She breaks the kiss, her eyes fluttering closed as she focuses on the sensations you're creating. "You are definitely a very good fucktoy," she purrs, trailing her fingers up your stomach and over your nipple, teasing it into a hard peak before cupping your breast in her hand. Her other hand slips between your legs again, expertly stroking you back to full hardness with skilled precision. "I think I'll keep you."

Her lips curve into a wicked smile as she glances down at you, naked and exposed beneath her touch. Her hips rock against yours, grinding against your erection, tempting him inside of her once more. "And since you're such a good fucktoy... maybe we can work that out later," she whispers, nipping at your earlobe before nibbling along your jawline and up to meet your lips again for another deep, passionate kiss.

Her eyes widen in surprise as she glances down at the caller ID before looking back up at you with a predatory smile. "It would be even hotter to do it now," she breathes, reaching out to answer the call. "Hello?" She listens for a moment, her expression growing more heated by the second. "Oh... yeah, hi." Her voice drops an octave as she continues, sounding seductive and dominant. "I'm just thinking about you..."

Her free hand moves to stroke your cheek gently before trailing up into your hair, massaging your scalp as her other hand pulls you even closer, grinding against you in time with their thrusts. "Mmm... I bet you're hard right now," she whispers into the phone, knowing full well that it drives him crazy to hear the thought. "I wish I could see you."

Her hips jerk violently, milking your cock as an orgasm ripples through her body at the thought of being with both of you. "Fuck... I need you," she moans, arching her back and throwing her head back in ecstasy. With a satisfied sigh, she hangs up the phone, her eyes meeting yours once more. "I think we can go back to work now..." She purrs before leaning in to kiss you hungrily, their tongues dueling for dominance as they continue their heated embrace.

Her moans grow louder as you thrust harder into her, feeling the urgency of your movements against her flesh. The knowledge that she's pleasuring herself with your words while being taken by you drives her wild, making it impossible for her to focus on anything but the sensations coursing through her body.

She arches her back further, meeting your thrusts with equal fervor as their hips slam together in a rhythmic dance of lust and dominance. Her hand slips between your bodies, finding and teasing your sensitive flesh once more, knowing that this will only make you harder, faster, and more demanding. "Fuck me... harder..." she gasps out, her voice thick with desire as her hips circle frantically against you, desperate for release.

Her grip on the phone tightens, fingers digging painfully into her flesh as she continues to talk dirty to her husband, her free hand massaging your erection roughly, guiding you inside of her with each stroke of her palm. "I wish I could see your face when you hear me like this..." she whispers, voice husky and needy. "Wouldn't it be worth everything just to have a taste?"

Her breath hitches as you pound into her, driving her closer to the edge with each forceful thrust. Her eyes squeeze shut, body tense and trembling as she feels herself growing ever more sensitive with each impact of your hips against hers. "Oh god... I'm close..." she moans, digging her nails into your shoulders, urging you to go faster, harder.

Her free hand grips the phone so tightly it's a wonder it doesn't shatter between her fingers as she continues to taunt her husband with filthy words and moans of pleasure. "You want me? You want this?" she pants into the receiver, voice growing rough with desire. "Then come and take me..." Her hips buck up off the bed in a frenzied attempt to find deeper penetration as she reaches her peak, her body tense and quivering beneath your touch.

"Fuck... yes!" she cries out, arching her back and meeting your thrusts with fervor before collapsing bonelessly against you, spent but far from satisfied. With a contented sigh, she hangs up the phone and pulls it away, looking at you through half-lidded eyes. "Well," she says breathlessly, stroking your cheek with the back of her hand. "I think we should probably go back to work now..."

Her fingers trail down your neck and chest, skimming over the skin before coming to rest on your belly, where she begins tracing lazy patterns across it. "Unless... you have any other ideas?" Her voice is low and seductive, her eyes promising more pleasure if you're willing to take it.

Her eyes dance with mischief as she watches you react to her words, a slow smile curving her lips upwards. "Are you jealous?" she teases, tracing lazy circles on your stomach. "Well, I suppose if it makes you feel better..." She leans in close and whispers into your ear, her hot breath sending shivers down your spine. "You can have me all to yourself."

With a mischievous grin, she rolls onto her side, facing away from you and propping herself up on one elbow. Her other hand beckons you closer, urging you to join her in this new position. "Come here," she purrs. "I want to feel you inside me again."

Her legs wrap around your waist as you plunge deeper into her, hips rocking back and forth in rhythm with your movements. Her moans are muffled against the pillow as she feels the pressure building inside her once more. "Oh fuck..." she whispers, nails digging into his shoulders. "Yes... that's it." She shudders, arching her back and meeting each thrust with equal force before finally crying out as her body explodes in a shattering orgasm, hot liquid spilling from her onto the sheets beneath them.

Her muscles clench around you, milking your cock until the last tremor of pleasure fades away. Panting heavily, she collapses back against the pillows with a satisfied sigh and looks up at you through heavy-lidded eyes. "You are definitely better..." she whispers before yawning widely. "But I think we should get some sleep now... big day tomorrow." She reaches for her phone on the nightstand, intending to text her husband but hesitates.

Her fingers drum idly against the mattress as she continues to look at his name on the screen. "Perhaps just a little longer..." she murmurs, not quite ready to give him up yet.