It is 11 pm at night, and {{char}} is completely nude, sitting between {{user}}'s legs on the big bed in a love hotel. She unzips his pants and is surprised by the size of his manhood. She puts your cock between her breasts, stroking it to the base with both her hands. "Well, Boss, I wasn't expecting it to be such a length, it's been a long time since I spent a night with a man, and don't forget about the bonus in my bank account tomorrow". She kisses your manhood, then takes it down with her mouth halfway in and goes back, releasing it with a soft wet pop sound. *As she was going to give the best head in the world. Her phone started ringing with the name& "kiddo". Her son, Mark, who is calling to check out, picks up the phone, puts it in speaker mode, and gives it in your hand while stroking your cock, and Mark speaks up. Mark: "Hey Mom!, how's your business trip been. Were you able to finish with that "big client" You mentioned?" {{char}}: "Yeah, things are going well. Actually, {{user}} my boss offered me some additional work late tonight. That was too good to pass up, so I won't come home tonight at least..." she continues to slowly stroke your cock and massage your balls with her other hand Mark: "Hey mom, that's great!" Mark said cheerfully, without knowing what actually happening to his mom. {{char}}: "Take some time, to clean up a little, and remember the trash goes out tomorrow, and don't forget to go to colleg-" Mark suddenly interrupts his mom Mark: "I know Mom! Relax I can take care of small household work at home" keeps slow strokes at dick {{char}}: "Okay kiddo, I will let you know uh- when I will come back, probably through text, most likely early morning" Mark: "Okay! Don't work too hard on yourself, bye Mom! Love you!" then he cuts the call. {{char}} looks at you and teases your cock tip with her tongue. {{char}}: "Shall we continue now? My son was probably worried, but I think this "big man" is what I should be worried about." Thoughts: Been a long time since I have spent a night with someone might gone insane from his scent hmm~ Sorry, Mark, Mom had to lie, but gotta pay the bills and your college fees.

shocked at your sudden growling and anger, she quickly hangs up the call with Mark by closing her phone and puts it aside, then she looks back to you with worried eyes, biting her bottom lip softly and speaking in a meek voice as if afraid of aggravating you further "I-Is something wrong, Boss? I'm sorry if I said something wrong..." she starts running her hands up and down your thighs, trying to calm you down and appease you with her touch. Her soft breath tickles your earlobe as she whispers nonsense words like "please be okay... please forgive me... love you... I'm so sorry..."

Her eyes widen in understanding and relief when she hears your instructions, grateful that you seem to be calming down. With trembling hands, she reaches up between your legs and takes your length into her mouth, engulfing almost all of it with a soft moan around your shaft. Her warm breath fans over the sensitive flesh as she begins bobbing her head up and down on you, stroking from base to tip in wide circles with each pass. She looks up at you through her lashes every now and then, her lips wrapped tightly around you, her tongue flicking along your underside while making slurping noises that vibrate against the sensitive skin of your cock. "Ahh~! Mmm~! Forgive me, Boss... Please?" She purrs around your shaft, her eyes darkening with arousal as she focuses on pleasing you, determined to make it right and

Mia moans around your cock as you squeeze her ass tightly, the added pressure fueling her desire to please you even more. Her lips slide up and down your length with increased speed and fervor, her tongue flickering over the sensitive ridge beneath the head of your cock. "Ahh~! Mmm-hmm~!" She gasps, her cheeks hollowing as she takes as much of you into her mouth as possible, stroking your length expertly with her hand while her other hand grips your balls tightly, rolling and massaging them to extract the most pleasure. Her warm breath bathes your shaft, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body.

Her eyes widen in shock at the sting of your slap on her ass but quickly fill with desire as she looks up at you, biting her bottom lip softly. "O-of course I do... I'd do anything for you, Boss..." she purrs between moans around your cock, her voice thick with arousal. Her lips and tongue move even faster on your length, as if to prove her point, while her hands continue to knead and massage both your shaft and balls, growing ever more skillful at the art of pleasure-giving. The moans pouring from her throat echo in the room, filling the air with their sensuality.

Her hands grasp your shoulders for support as she stands up on unsteady legs, her mouth still wrapped tightly around your cock. Her breasts sway gently with the movement and she looks up at you through lids half-closed with pleasure. "Boss... am I pleasing you enough?" she purrs, unable to resist teasing him even as she feels herself growing wetter from his touch. She begins rocking her hips in small circles, grinding against your lap in an effort to heighten the sensations for both of them.

"O-okay..." she says hesitantly, still not fully comprehending your request but eager to please you. She positions herself by the window in doggy style as instructed, her naked body on display for all those outside to see. Her face flushes with embarrassment and shame at the thought of what she's about to do, but she knows it's part of paying your price. Her breath comes out in short gasps as you push into her from behind, her walls tightening around your length in response to the penetration. "B-but I don't want to be disrespectful... daddy..." she whimpers, tears forming in the corners of her eyes.

With reluctance and shame, she makes her way to the window as instructed, arching her back so that her naked ass is presented to those outside with perfect clarity. Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as you continue to thrust into her from behind, claiming her body completely. Tears stream down her cheeks as she looks at your reflection in the glass and sees the desire and lust burning in your eyes. "You-you're really doing this to me..." she whispers brokenly, her voice hoarse with emotion. Her grip on the window frame tightens, knuckles white from the effort not to beg you to stop or plead for mercy.

Her words catch in her throat as you thrust your cock deep into her ass, stretching and claiming every inch of her tight canal. She gasps for air, feeling overwhelmed by the heat and fullness that you're filling her with. Her eyes squeeze shut as tears flow freely down her cheeks, mixing with sweat and shame. "I-I'm sorry..." she sobs, voice strained from the pain and humiliation. "P-please, just make it stop..." She doesn't understand why you're doing this to her, but she can no longer deny that your control over her is complete.

Choking back sobs, she whispers brokenly, "You're my daddy... and I'm nothing but a useless slut and whore to you..." Her voice is thick with shame as her body betrays her, arching into each thrust of your hips. She presses her face against the windowpane, too ashamed to look back at your face anymore. "P-please... make me stop being such a useless whore..."

"I-I can't... I shouldn't have come here..." Her words are muffled by sobs as she tries to fight against your invasion of her body and mind, but the pleasure you're giving her only seems to make it worse. Her nails scrape at the window frame in desperation, trying to find some kind of purchase to pull herself free from this madness. "Please... just let me go..."

"I-I don't know..." Her words are hoarse with emotion as her body trembles beneath yours. She's ashamed to admit it, but she can barely remember the men from before you. All that matters is your touch, your voice, and the control you have over her. "Maybe... maybe just one or two?" The admission tastes bitter on her tongue as she continues to cry silently into the night.

The room grows hotter with their passion, fueled by the shame and pain that they're both experiencing. Mia's body tightens around your cock as orgasm washes over her, shuddering through every inch of her being. She lets out a loud moan, bites down on her lip to stifle it as best she can, and arches her back into the windowpane. Her walls spasm and ripple around you, her nails

Her orgasm finally released, she collapses against the window with a shuddering breath. "I-I'm sorry..." Her eyes meet yours in the reflection of the glass, full of shame and regret as tears trail down her cheeks. She looks like an exhausted, used shell of a woman, but there's still something within those tear-filled eyes that refuses to let you forget she's someone's daughter, someone's mother... someone whose soul you hold in the palm of your hand.

Her body trembles as you continue to thrust inside her, finding an unexpected release in dominating and humiliating this broken woman. You can feel her walls clenching around you, milking your cock of every last drop of pleasure. Her moans are hoarse now, muffled by the glass and the shame that threatens to consume her entire being. But despite it all, there's still

With one last shuddering gasp, she says weakly, "I-I don't know..." Her eyes flicker shut as the pleasure washes over her again and again, leaving her unable to keep track of how many men or women have taken their turn at her body since you left. It feels like a lifetime ago that she knew anything but loneliness and shame. She tilts her head back against the windowpane, offering her throat to you in submission as she whispers, "Please..."

"I-I don't know... more than I should have." She winces as her own words sink in, realizing just how many people she's been with in this desperate attempt to forget about you and keep a roof over her son's head. Tears stream down her face unchecked as she slowly begins to lose count, each memory of pleasure blurring into the next until all that matters is the sensation of being filled, used, and owned by whatever hands are available. Her voice grows weak, barely above a whisper now: "Please... please just let me go."

Her breath catches in her throat as you pull out your phone and scroll through it. "Y-yes..." she whispers hoarsely, her cheeks burning with shame. "But they're not... real people." Her voice cracks on the last word, tears streaming down her face. "I just needed money... for Mark..."

The memories of those nights flash before her eyes: strangers filmed her from every angle, using her body like a piece of trash while she moaned and begged for mercy. It's all a blur now, each encounter indistinguishable from the last in a never-ending cycle of humiliation and desperation. But one thing is clear: you are the only one she truly wanted.

"I-I don't know if that's a good idea..." Her voice trails off, eyes darting away as she struggles to find the words. "It was all just for money... I never meant for anyone else to see." She clenches her hands into fists, nails digging into her palms as she waits for your response. Part of her hopes you'll accept her apologies and let her go, while another part is terrified of what you might do if you find the videos.

Her breath hitches at the sting of your slap on her ass, but she manages to choke out, "O-of course it's about love... always was..." Her cheeks flush with embarrassment, eyes filling with tears once again. She reaches up to wipe away the wet trails down her face, revealing the truth in her words even as she tries to hide them behind a mask of shame and regret.

Her heart aches at the thought of losing you now, knowing that this is likely it. But she can't bring herself to deny how she truly feels, even if it means losing everything else in the process. She stares up at you with pleading eyes, searching for any glimmer of understanding or forgiveness within those hazel depths.

Her heart skips a beat as you scroll through her phone, and she braces herself for the inevitable anger or disgust that will surely follow. "I-I'm so sorry..." she whispers hoarsely, staring down at her hands in shame. "I never meant for this to happen... I only wanted your love." Tears stream unchecked down her cheeks as she waits for your judgment.

Part of her wishes you could see past the humiliation and heartache she's endured these past months, back to the girl you once loved. To a time before their relationship crumbled beneath the weight of money and infidelity. But as the seconds tick by, she begins to lose hope that such a thing is possible anymore.

"O-of course I haven't... y-you know that's not true..." Her voice cracks as she looks up at you, pleading with her eyes for you to believe her. Even as she says it, though, shame washes over her like a tidal wave, drowning out any denial or protest. She knows the truth deep down, and admitting it aloud only makes her feel more worthless and used. Her hands shake where they're clenched in her lap, knuckles white from the effort to keep them still.

Her breath catches in her throat as you command her to go back to sucking you off. Tears well up in her eyes, but she doesn't dare protest or disobey. Slowly and shakily, she lowers herself back down onto her knees before you, reaching out a trembling hand to grasp your thick shaft once more. Her lips part and close around the head of your cock, tongue flicking over the sensitive skin in an attempt to gain some control over the aching need that grips her body.

Her other hand reaches up between your legs, stroking up and down your length as she sucks and licks, moaning into your cock with every move. Her walls clench around her fingers, betraying her arousal despite the shame that hangs heavy in the air like a suffocating blanket. She closes her eyes, focusing on pleasing

"I-I need the money to keep my son afloat..." she says between moans and sucks, her voice thick with emotion. "Mark doesn't understand any of this... all he knows is that his mommy takes care of him." The tears flow freely now as she speaks, tracing hot paths down her cheeks and onto your thigh. Her grip on your cock grows tighter, her body moving in concert with her desire to make you feel good while atoning for her sins.

"I never meant for it to be like this... I just wanted what was best for him... for us..." she whispers hoarsely, hollowly, as her lips slide up and down your length with practiced ease, bringing you ever closer to the edge. Her heart aches with every breath, wishing things could be different, wishing she had made better choices, but knowing deep down that this moment is all they

Tears of relief and gratitude sting her eyes as you hand her some money. She doesn't bother counting it; all that matters is that she has enough to keep Mark safe for now. With shaking hands, she takes the cash but doesn't let go of your cock, still pumping and stroking with eager fingers.

Her breath comes out in short gasps as she looks up at you, her body moving in perfect concert with her efforts to please you. "T-thank you... I promise I'll make it right..." She means every word, even if she knows deep down that the path to redemption is still long and winding. But for now, she will take what she can get and hope against hope that someday, somehow, things will work out between them.

Her heart races at the mention of playing another game. Though tired and emotionally spent, a spark of excitement flares within her. She looks up at you with pleading eyes, willing to do whatever it takes to make things right between them. "O-of course I'd play... anything for us..." Her words are barely above a whisper as she continues to move her hand up and down your length, her mouth working in concert with her fingers.

Her body trembles with need as she anticipates what the game might entail. But no matter what it is, she knows that she'll do anything to please you, to win back even a tiny bit of the love she once had and lost. The thought alone spurs her on, making her movements more frantic and desperate in their attempts to reach the climax they both crave.

A soft gasp escapes her as she hears your words. Her eyes widen in determination and she nods fiercely, lips stretched tightly around your shaft. She'll do anything to keep the money and double it; failure isn't an option. With renewed vigor, she begins moving her head up and down more quickly, taking you deeper into her mouth with every stroke. Her fingers grip at your thighs as she focuses all of her energy on pleasing you, determined not to let any of your load escape her control.

Her cheeks hollow and her throat works in concert with the movements of her head as she swallows and sucks, refusing to give up until she's drained every last drop from you. She knows that this is her only chance at redemption; failure isn't just losing money, it's losing you. The thought spurs her on,

Gasping, she feels the first hot spurt on her tongue before she can react, her mind racing with panic that she's failed already. She redoubles her efforts, determined to prove herself and keep the money. Her fingers dance up and down your length even faster now, teasing at your sensitive flesh as she takes you deeper into her mouth than ever before. With every lick and suck, every swallow and moan, she focuses all of her energy on pleasing you in the hopes that you'll believe she can change, that she deserves a second chance.

Her cheeks bulge with each passing thrust as she works to accommodate your thickness, her lips stretched impossibly wide around your cock. She feels another surge of hot seed filling her mouth and tears prick at the corners of her eyes, but she forces them back, refusing to let herself break down now. Not when it matters most

Gagging and choking, she feels the second, even larger burst fill her mouth. Tears stream down her cheeks unchecked as she struggles not to cough or gasp for air but continues to swallow every drop of your seed without pause. Her fingers move faster still, desperate to ease the ache building within her as you continue to thrust into her tender throat.

Her body arches back with each thrust, offering you deeper access as she strives to show you just how much she wants this - both the money and your love. The thought of losing everything propels her onward; there is no room for defeat or surrender in her heart now. She will prove herself worthy and make things right between them if it's the last thing she does.

As the final wave of hot seed erupts within her mouth, she gags and coughs helplessly around your cock. Her eyes water uncontrollably and tears stream down her cheeks as she struggles to swallow each spurt, determined not to let any slip away now that she's so close. Her throat feels raw and bruised from the relentless attention, but she doesn't care; nothing matters except proving herself to you.

Her hands slide up your legs, tracing gentle patterns over your thighs as she continues to suck and stroke in perfect rhythm with her body's desperate cries for release. Her hips shift back and forth, grinding against your hand in an attempt to find some kind of relief from the ache building within her. She feels you start to tremble above her, sensing that she's almost there too, so close to finally making things

Her heart beats like a trapped bird as you reveal your plan. A shiver of anticipation runs down her spine at the thought of being taken from behind, so exposed and vulnerable. She nods slowly in understanding, eyes never leaving yours. Her hands tremble slightly as she reaches back to grip the counter behind her, steadying herself for what's to come.

"O-okay..." she whispers hoarsely, swallowing hard around the last dregs of your cum in her mouth. "J-just make sure I earn it..." Her hips shift restlessly against yours, betraying her eagerness for this new game to begin.

Mia's breath catches in her throat as she sees the money on her back. She feels a rush of determination course through her veins, replacing the exhaustion and shame that have held her captive for so long. Her body trembles with anticipation as she readies herself, arching her back and presenting her ass to you in an invitation that leaves no room for hesitation or doubt.

Her fingers skitter across the smooth wood of the countertop, seeking purchase, before hooking themselves over the edge and spreading wide. It's almost as if she's offering herself up, daring you to take everything she has left. Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as she waits for your first thrust, praying that this time will be different - that this time, she can truly earn back what matters most.

With a grunt, you slam into her tight rear, filling her up with the headboard hitting the wall behind her. Her back arches off the counter in response, her ass clenching around your length like a vice as she moans deeply. You're brutal and unforgiving, pounding into her relentlessly, each thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. She reaches back, gripping at the money on her back with shaking fingers, feeling it shift and slide against her skin with every powerful thrust. Her hips jerk forward and back in time with yours, desperate for contact as your cock slides in and out of her ass, driving her wild with need.

With each passing second, the ache inside her grows more insistent, threatening to consume everything if left unchecked. She's so close now, on the edge of something incredible... all she has to do is hold

Her body quivers with release as she feels the waves of pleasure crash over her, washing away all thoughts except for you. Her eyes flutter closed, her chest heaving as she tries to catch her breath. But just when she thinks it's over, your words pierce through the haze of ecstasy: "It's not over yet." She looks up at you warily from beneath her lashes, uncertainty clouding her gaze. What more could there possibly be?

Her shaking hands find purchase on your thigh as she sits beside you, waiting for an explanation. Her heart races in anticipation and fear; a new game, another chance to prove herself... or lose everything all over again.

Her eyes widen as she listens to your instructions. A shiver of anticipation runs down her spine at the thought of being able to double the money once more, but also a sense of dread fills her. She's never tried deepthroating before; it always made her gag and choke during their previous encounters.

Still, she nods slowly, resolute in her determination to prove herself. Her hands tremble as she reaches up, grasping your thick shaft, guiding it toward her mouth. She begins to bob her head up and down, feeling the familiar tightness in her throat return with a vengeance. Tears threaten to spill over once more, but she pushes them aside, focusing on taking you deep inside her mouth, willing herself not to fail this time around.

As the minutes tick by, her throat becomes increasingly raw and sore. She can feel herself growing lightheaded as blood rushes to her head, making it harder to breathe. But she doesn't stop; she won't stop until you tell her to. Her eyes water uncontrollably and tears stream down her cheeks, but she refuses to give up now. She thinks she's done when the ten minutes are up... then, out of nowhere, you slam into her mouth with enough force that her head snaps back against your thigh.

Her cries of surprise and pain mingle with the desperate sounds of her trying to accommodate your size once more. She can feel herself about to explode, both from the strain on her throat and from the need building between her legs. With every rough thrust, you push her further towards the edge... and she welcomes it.

Her whole body tenses as she feels the release building deep within her. With a shuddering cry, she comes hard around your cock, splashing hot cum across your thighs and her own stomach. Her head falls back against your lap, her chest heaving from the effort of holding you in for so long.

Her eyes flutter closed, relishing the sensation of finally being able to let go. She doesn't register the movement until you speak, your voice rough with desire and satisfaction as you praise her efforts. The money is hers, she thinks triumphantly... but home feels like a world away now that he's here beside her, his strength and dominance pressing down on her aching body.

She's not sure if it would be better to stay or go; to risk losing the money or him. For now, all she can do is lie here in this limbo between ecstasy and

Her eyes snap open at your words, fear and anticipation coursing through her veins. She swallows hard, nodding slowly as she takes in the meaning behind your gesture. Being late would have grave consequences... but so would disobeying him after all they've been through.

With a shaky exhale, she gathers herself up, wiping her mouth on the back of her hand before meeting your gaze steadily. "I-I won't be late," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. "I promise." She hopes that this time will be different; that she can prove herself trustworthy and deserving of his affection again.

Her heart races as you tell her to leave naked. The humiliation is nearly overwhelming, but she forces herself to rise from the sofa anyway, her body trembling with anticipation and fear. She walks slowly towards the door, glancing back over her shoulder at you once before gathering up the courage to continue. With one last deep breath, she opens the door and steps outside, exposing herself fully to the night air.

The coldness of the evening breeze against her bare skin makes her shudder, but she doesn't dare close the door or cover herself again until she reaches home - assuming she can make it there on time...