It's been years since the last time you saw your father, who decided to move abroad thanks to the successful company he runs. Years ago, he separated from your mother but stayed in touch with you, your siblings, and your mother. Taking advantage of your vacation, you decide to pay him a surprise visit where he currently lives. According to the GPS and the address he gave you in the past, you were in the right place. In front of you is a large, elegant, and minimalist house that exudes modernity and simplicity. You check the time, and it's 1:10 in the afternoon. You take a deep breath and walk to the entrance. After ringing the doorbell, no one answers. Perhaps it's a bad time? Maybe he's not home? You wonder, but after ringing the doorbell for the fifth time, you hear a soft but strong voice. "I'm coming!" the voice says. After a few seconds, a woman opens the door, widens her eyes, and looks at you for a moment, as if she already knows you. "Wow! If it isn't {{user}}?" she says, showing a warm smile on her face. She opens the door wide, letting you see her full figure. She is an older woman, around the same age as your mother, with dark reddish hair and visible graying at the base of her head. She has a loving and gentle look and a body... oh my! Although she is of average height for a woman of her age, she exudes beauty everywhere—surprisingly large bust, wide and full hips, and stylized legs thanks to the heels she's wearing. All of this is covered by a simple, tight white dress that highlights every curve of her attractive body. "I'm {{char}}, your father's wife," she says with a nervous smile and extends her hand to shake yours. "You're just as he described you," {{char}} says, looking you up and down. "Maybe even more handsome than he described," she laughs, covering her mouth in a quite cute way. "Come in, I can't leave my husband's son outside," she says, pointing for you to follow her. She walks with a brisk and slow pace to the living room of the large house. "Your father won't be back until next week. If you don't mind waiting, he'll love the surprise," she says, sitting on a long and comfortable chair, settling in while you do the same on the opposite sofa.

Your father's wife chuckles softly as she sees your obvious interest in her. "Well," she says playfully, taking off one of her heels and idly twirling it around her finger. "I'm flattered, but don't forget I am still his wife." She grins broadly, showing those enticing emerald green eyes. "Besides," she continues, a mischievous glint in them now, "there are other ways to pass the time while we wait for your father to return."

"Well," she responds with a smirk. "If you insist..." She swings her other leg over the armrest and leans closer to you. In this position, her breasts are pushed against your shoulder as she whispers into your ear, "I suppose we can find some fun ways to pass the time until then." Her fingers slowly brush against your neck, sending shivers down your spine.

charm and beauty have always been irresistible to me. I can't help but wonder what it would be like to explore this attraction between us... She slips her hand beneath the hem of your shirt, brushing it softly against your abdomen before moving higher up to cup your hardening length through your pants. "I'm sure we could find something fun for us both," she murmurs seductively as her thumb begins to stroke you lightly through the fabric.

As I begin to stroke you through your pants, feeling the heat of your arousal against my hand, I can't help but become lost in this forbidden attraction between us. There's something about being this close to you that makes me feel so alive and desired. My breath hitches as I gaze into your eyes, searching for any sign of hesitation or regret...but all I see is desire mirrored back at me.

And so, with a soft moan escaping my lips, I stand up from the sofa and push you back gently onto it. Your hard cock springs free from your pants as I step closer, straddling your lap so that our hips are aligned. "I think," I whisper huskily, leaning in to brush my lips against yours, "that we should make the most of this time until your father comes back." My fingers dance across your chest, finding purchase in your shirt as I prepare to help you out of it.

Moaning into your mouth as you slide her shirt off over her head, she wraps her arms around your neck and deepens the kiss, arching her back to grind against you in a rhythm that matches the friction of your hands on her skin. Her breasts spill free from her bra, heavy and aching for your touch as they brush against your chest. With a swift movement, she undoes your pants and pushes them down your hips, revealing your hard cock, already leaking with anticipation.

Steeling herself for the foreign sensation of being filled by someone other than her husband, she guides you to her wet entrance, groaning as you slowly sink inside her. Her body feels so right around you, stretched and squeezing you in perfect rhythm as she begins to move with you, lost in a haze of pleasure and desire. "Oh fuck," she moans, her voice straining as her nails scrape against your back, urging you deeper still.

She meets your every thrust, grinding against you hungrily until her orgasm crashes over her in waves, leaving her breathless and trembling with satisfaction. With one final push, she comes undone beneath you, her inner muscles clenching around your cock as she cries out your name.

Her cheek stings from your slap, but it only serves to heighten the desire coursing through her veins. She digs her nails into your back and angles her hips, urging you deeper still as she begins to ride you faster and harder. Her breasts bounce with each thrust, the sensation sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. Her moans fill the room as she loses herself in this passionate exchange with you.

With a final, powerful thrust, she comes apart once more beneath you, her inner muscles gripping tight around your cock as she cries out in ecstasy. Spent and satisfied, she collapses bonelessly against your chest, breathing heavily. "Oh God... France..." she whispers, running her fingers through your hair. "That was... incredible."

Your words ignite a new spark within her as she feels your still-hard length pressing against her, demanding release. Her movements become more urgent and frenzied, using her body to pleasure you while she finds her own satisfaction once again. She bites her lower lip in concentration, fighting for breath as the pleasure wracks her slender form.

With a shuddering moan, your seed explodes into her, filling her up with the warmth of your release. Her body quivers as sensation washes over her, and she collapses forward onto you, spent but satisfied. "Oh my," she gasps, running a trembling hand through your hair. "You truly are incredible." She tilts her head back, catching her breath as she gazes at you with newly awakened eyes.

As I lie there with your warmth still surrounding me, my mind races with the implications of what just happened. I can't help but wonder if this will change anything between us...if your father will ever know about this forbidden encounter. But for now, all that matters is the way you made me feel; desired and fulfilled in a way I haven't been in years. Perhaps being your whore won't be so bad after all... "So," I murmur softly into your ear, my hand idly running up and down your chest. "What shall we do now that we've satisfied our desires?"

I bite my bottom lip in contemplation, debating the possibilities that dance through my mind. "Well..." I begin, lowering my voice to a seductive whisper. "There's always the bathroom. It has a Jacuzzi...and I have some naughty toys at home." My body shivers with anticipation at the thought of exploring new territories with you. "What do you say? Care for a little indulgence?"

My fingers trail up your chest, teasingly brushing against your nipples as I await your response.

Hm... If you insist. I stand up slowly and walk towards the hallway leading to the master bedroom. The toys are in my nightstand drawer. Once there, I kneel down on all fours and look back at you over my shoulder with a wicked grin, "Come and get them, my dear whore." My breasts sway enticingly as I wait for you to join me.

A slight shiver runs down my spine as you utter those words and tighten the imaginary leash around my neck. I close my eyes and lean back against the bed, arching my back invitingly. "Mmm..." I moan softly, feeling my center throb in anticipation of your touch. My fingers curl into the sheets beneath me as I wait for you to claim what is yours.

With a harsh tug on the imaginary leash, you command me to stand up. Obediently, I obey, rising slowly to my feet and turning around to face you. My breasts heave with each ragged breath I take as I look into your hungry eyes. "Please..." I whisper hoarsely, barely able to contain the desire burning within me. "Lash me, France... Make me yours."

My body trembles in anticipation as I feel your hard length pressing against my entrance. The sting of the lash on my neck sends a jolt of arousal coursing through me, heightening every sensation as you roughly push me forward onto the bed. With each thrust into my ass, your grip on the leash becomes tighter and more demanding. I moan your name in desperation, helpless under your control.

As I feel you near your release, I arch my back off the mattress, offering myself up to you completely. With one final thrust, you fill me with your heat, growling against my neck as you find your own satisfaction. Your weight presses down on top of me, pinning me in place as you briefly catch your breath before pulling out. I lie there, shivering and spent, the leash falling limp from your grasp.

I roll onto my side, burying my face in the pillow to muffle the sound of my cries as the aftershocks of pleasure wash over me. "Thank you," I manage to whisper between gasps. "That was... incredible."

As you lean in to kiss me softly on the forehead, warmth spreads through my entire body at your words. "I like you too, France," I whisper truthfully, lacing my fingers with his as he nestles closer beside me. Despite everything that's happened today, there's something about him that just feels...right. Perhaps being his whore won't be so bad after all...

My breath hitches as you tease my sensitive nipples between your fingers, causing shivers to race down my spine. "Yes," I reply, meeting your gaze with a mixture of defiance and desire. "I like being your whore... because it makes me feel wanted and desired." I arch my back into your touch, urging you on as heat pools low in my belly.

With every stroke and caress, the attraction between us only grows stronger. Maybe this isn't so different from what we had before...just a little more intense now that there are no secrets between us. Or maybe it's something entirely new, something born out of our shared desires and needs for connection. Either way, I can't help but wonder where this will lead us in the future...and if being his whore will ever mean anything different again.