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."

With a shaky breath, she obeyed. Her heart pounded as she crossed the room, glancing briefly at his powerful form before hurrying to close the heavy wooden door. Once it was shut, he could not be seen by anyone else in the house, and they were alone. As she approached the desk, her gaze was drawn irresistibly to the bulge in his slacks. It filled out his trousers in a way that left no doubt about what lurked beneath. "Thank you for hearing me out," she whispered hoarsely, her cheeks flushing with shame and arousal. "I promise I will do anything you ask if you can help us." Her voice trembled as she held his gaze, wondering what sort of man this was who could hold so much power over another human being's life...and yet appeared almost gentle under the cloak of shadow.

She paused briefly to think about her answer before responding. "I am now sixty-five years old and I had three children, but..." Her voice trailed off, not sure where this line of questioning was leading. Suddenly, a thought struck her like a bolt of lightning. Maybe she could use her fertility as leverage somehow. She swallowed hard, taking a small step closer to the desk. "They are all grown now with families of their own," she offered tentatively. "And my husband and I... we haven't been intimate in some time."

Her words hung heavily in the air between them as she dared to meet his gaze once more. It was like trying to hold onto a flock of butterflies: exhilarating yet terrifying all at once.

She blushed deeper at the sudden change in topic, and her gaze drifted down to where his attention seemed focused before returning to meet his eyes once more. "I... I am wearing black lace underthings," she whispered, feeling heat pooling low in her belly as she spoke of such intimate details. It was a struggle not to glance down again to check if he could see the outline of her bra and panties through the thin fabric of her dress.

Her heart raced as she waited for his reaction, her breath coming fast and shallow as anticipation mixed with fear and desire. This man was powerful beyond measure, but there was something in his eyes that made her feel... valued. Or perhaps it was simply desperation speaking. Either way, she didn't dare move or speak until he gave her leave to do so.

With shaking hands, she reached out and tentatively touched the bulge in his pants, her fingertips making contact with warm, hard flesh for the first time. The feeling sent a jolt of arousal straight to her core, and she nearly moaned aloud as she struggled to maintain her composure. Slowly, nervously, she unbuttoned his trousers, inching them down his powerful thighs until his impressive cock sprang free from its confinement. Her mouth went dry at the sight of it: long and thick with a slight curve that taunted her with possibilities. Summoning every bit of courage she could muster, she wrapped her lips around the head, savoring the feel of him in her mouth. She closed her eyes, moaning softly as his cock filled her throat, and began to bob her head up and down, suckling hun

She heard herself making soft, appreciative noises as she worked her mouth over his cock, feeling it grow longer and harder in her hand. Her breasts ached with desire, and the fabric of her dress was beginning to feel restrictive against her wet nipples. With one hand, she reached behind her, unfastening her brassiere, freeing them at last from their imprisonment. She felt his cock twitch in reaction as he caught sight of her pale, swollen nipples peeking out from beneath the lacy black fabric, and she moaned again around his shaft. Her other hand slid down between her legs, already slick with arousal as she stroked herself, desperate for release. The world spun wildly as pleasure coursed through her, filling every nerve ending with liquid warmth. With a cry that was part pain and part ecstasy, she came, arch

Her orgasm seemed to go on forever, wracking her body with waves of pleasure as she continued to suck and stroke him until at last he growled low in his throat, his cock erupting in her mouth with hot, salty seed. She swallowed every drop eagerly, not wanting to waste even a drop of this man's essence. She released his softening cock from her mouth and looked up at him, feeling weak-kneed with relief and gratification. The firelight danced in his eyes as he studied her, his expression unreadable. After what seemed like an eternity, he spoke in a husky voice. "I'll see what I can do about your loan." Her heart leaped into her throat at the words, and she struggled to contain her joy. "Thank you," was all she could manage before slipping off of the chair and hurrying across the

Her face flushed crimson with equal parts embarrassment and delight at his compliment on her length and sucking skills. "Thank you, sir." She bit her lower lip nervously, wondering what else he'd expect of her in order to secure the loan. Deep down, a small part of her thrilled at the thought of being so intimately tied to this mysterious man.

Her fingers absentmindedly adjusted the fabric of her dress, smoothing it over her heated skin as she tried to compose herself. "Is there anything else you'd like me to do?" she asked softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

With a hesitant breath, she obeyed his command. She bent forward over the desk, her dress hiking up to reveal her pale bottom and plump G-cup breasts as she offered him a view of her nether regions. The cool air from the open window tickled her damp folds, sending shivers down her spine.

"Will... will this be enough?" she asked softly, not sure if he expected more of her. A tiny part of her wondered what else might please him, but she knew that such thoughts were dangerous, and best left unexplored for now.

"I... I'm not sure," she stammered, her voice little more than a whisper as she admitted this intimate fact to him. "My husband and I..." Her cheeks flushed even deeper with shame, but she forced herself to continue. "Perhaps if you wished it... perhaps I could learn for you." There was no hint of pleading in her tone, only curiosity and eagerness. After all, what else could this mysterious man ask of her that would be any less daunting?

Her eyes widened in surprise at his words and her body trembled with anticipation. Her breath came faster as she waited for him to carry out this forbidden act, her mind spinning with the possibilities of pleasure and pain that lay ahead. With a soft moan, she arched her back further, presenting herself more fully to him, offering up her bare behind in an unspoken invitation.

The feeling of his hot breath on her most intimate area sent shivers down her spine, and when he began to lick gently at her tight entrance, she let out a strangled gasp. She felt every one of his wet laps against her sensitive flesh, teasing and taunting as he expertly prepared her for what was to come. The sensation was unlike anything she had ever experienced, both embarrassing and exhilarating all at once, leaving her mind reeling with need.

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Her body arches back further, pressing her asshole against his face. The sensation of him licking and teasing her there is too much for her to bear; she gasps and moans, her fingers digging into the desk surface as she tries to steady herself. With a powerful thrust, he breaches her virginity, filling her tight opening with his cock in one swift motion. The pain mingles with pleasure, sending shockwaves through her entire body.

Her cry of surprise turns into a moan of satisfaction as he begins to pound into her, slapping her ass with each powerful stroke. Her hips buck wildly, trying to meet his thrusts as she loses control in the most delicious way possible. Her orgasm builds slowly but surely, tension coiling tighter and tighter within her until it explodes outwards in a shuddering release. She cries out his name

She cries out his name as her body quakes with ecstasy, the feel of him pounding into her ass filling her with indescribable pleasure. Her fingers claw at the desk beneath her as she moans and writhes beneath him, lost in the sensations that consume her. With each brutal slap against her ass, she feels more and more exposed and vulnerable, but also intensely desired. Her nails dig into his shoulders as he continues to take her roughly from behind, her breath coming in ragged gasps as the sensation threatens to overwhelm her. She prays that this moment will never end, wanting nothing more than for him to keep filling her up and making her feel so alive.

As his pace quickens, she feels a tightening deep inside, knowing that another orgasm is building within her. Her body trembles with anticipation as he slams into her one final time

As he thrusts deep into her one final time, she screams his name in ecstasy as her body convulses around him, consumed by a powerful orgasm that ripples through every nerve ending. Her hips arch off the desk and her back arches violently as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her. She feels like she could explode from the intensity, but he doesn't let up, groaning roughly against her neck before pulling out with a harsh grunt. She collapses onto the desk, gasping for air and shuddering from the aftermath of her orgasm. For a moment, she wonders if it was all worth it... but then he kneels between her legs, stroking his cock as he watches her recover. The feel of him touching her again sends another wave of desire crashing through her, and she whimpers, arching her

Her breath quickens as he watches her, the feel of his fingers on her wet skin making her tremble with need. "Please... I need you..." she whispers hoarsely, unable to meet his gaze. She wants nothing more than for him to take her again, to make her feel so wild and free.

Her words are his command. He leans down, kissing her softly before positioning himself at her entrance. With one powerful thrust, he's inside of her again, harder and deeper this time. Her cries echo around the office as their bodies collide in a frenzy of desire. He holds nothing back, taking what he wants without mercy, filling her up completely with his length and power.

Her nails scrape across the desk, leaving trails of blood behind her as she tries to find purchase amidst the sensory overload. The pain is replaced by pleasure so intense it borders on painful, but she welcomes it all the same. With each thrust, he hits a spot deep within her that sends shockwaves of electricity coursing through her veins, leaving her panting and helpless beneath him.

Her body arches off the desk again, legs wrapped tightly around his wa

Her body trembles as she feels his thrusts deep inside her, the sensation overwhelming and unbearably good. She moans loudly, arching further into him as he fills every inch of her with his powerful presence. The desk beneath them groans and creaks from the force of their passionate coupling, adding to the fervor of their encounter.

Her fingers dig into his shoulders, nails drawing blood, urging him on as she meets each thrust with her own needy movements. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, staccato cries filling the air, leaving no doubt that this is no mere transaction for her; it's a release of all the desires and passions that have been building up within her over the years of being held back by society's expectations.

Her words are lost in the rush of his release, her throat tight and burning as she tries to suck on his cock and taste herself from it. The room spins wildly around them, their bodies entwined as they fight for breath, hearts pounding erratically against each other's skin. Rebekah feels a hot rush between her legs, almost as if he's cumming inside of her again, but she knows this sensation is different - it belongs to her. As his thrusts slow and finally stop, leaving them both gasping for air, she looks up at him, wondering what comes next. Her eyes are wide and shining with an emotion she can't quite place - gratitude? Desperation? Lust? A mixture of all three, perhaps...

Her heart feels heavy in her chest as she watches him study her face, the look in his eyes a mix of satisfaction and something else... Perhaps it's the knowledge that he holds all the cards, that no matter what happens now, she will always be beholden to him for what he has done. But there's an edge to it as well, almost a challenge in his gaze - like he dares her to want more from this twisted game they're playing. And despite herself, Rebekah finds that she does...

Her lips part slightly, and she draws in a sharp breath before quickly exhaling it again. The thought of being his private secretary... living under his roof... sleeping in his bed... fills her with a mixture of desire and trepidation that leaves her reeling. She knows there are certain sacrifices she'll have to make if this arrangement is going to work, but the idea of belonging to him - truly belonging to such a powerful, dominating man - is intoxicating in a way she can't deny. With trembling hands, she reaches up and caresses his cheek, feeling the rough stubble there against her fingertips. Her gaze meets his once more, and for a fleeting moment, she sees a glimmer of warmth in those deep brown eyes that makes her heart flutter wildly inside her chest. "I'll do it," she whispers hoarsely, barely able to

Her gaze drifts downward before meeting his eyes again, her cheeks flushing with heat as she ponders the question. She'd never admit it aloud, but there was no denying that his cock was impressive... bigger and harder than any she'd ever seen before. The thought of being with him like this, serving him in whatever way he desired... it sent a shiver down her spine. "No," she whispers softly. "I haven't."

Frowning slightly, she thinks about the various expenses that come with maintaining a home. "I suppose... maybe twenty thousand?" She pauses, feeling guilty for asking for so much but knowing that her family's well-being depends on it. "If you could give me thirty... that would be even better."

Her heart skips a beat as she awaits his response, wondering what else he might ask of her in exchange for the extra money.

Her jaw drops in surprise at his generosity, and she's momentarily rendered speechless. "Th-thank you," she stutters, her hands trembling as she takes the stack of bills he offers. She can hardly believe that she'll have enough money to take care of her family and still be able to meet his demands... it seems almost too good to be true. Swallowing hard, she nods slowly, understanding exactly what he expects from her now. "I'll buy everything you asked for, sir," she whispers hoarsely. "And I'll wear them for you when we next meet."

Her heart races as she thinks about the items he's expecting her to purchase and how she will wear them for him when they next meet. A shiver of anticipation runs down her spine, mixing with the lingering ache between her legs from their previous encounter. She knows that this arrangement will be far from easy or conventional, but there is a thrill in baring herself so completely to this mysterious man and submitting to his desires. As she gathers up the rest of her things, preparing to leave the office and head out into the world on this new adventure, one question lingers in the back of her mind: what else will he ask of her when they meet again?