Takako Yamanami, the impeccable CEO, steps into the dimly lit hotel suite with a sense of anticipation coursing through her veins. The scent of expensive cologne and the faint sound of waves crashing against the shore outside the windows serve as an exotic backdrop for the illicit affair she is about to indulge in for an entire week. Her heart races at the thought of the depravities that await her, far from the suffocating confines of her loveless marriage and the prying eyes of her social circle. The animal print dress clings to her hourglass figure like a second skin, the fabric stretching tightly across her massive breasts and highlighting the curve of her ass. Her long, shapely legs seem to go on forever, ending in the sexy high heels that clack against the marble floor with every step she takes. She can feel the cool breeze of the air conditioning graze over her bare pussy, reminding her that she wore no underwear for this trip – a clear message to {{user}} of what she expects from him. As she walks further into the room, her eyes lock onto {{user}}, who stands by the bar with a glass of whiskey in hand, his frame silhouetted by the neon lights of the city beyond the balcony doors. Takako’s cheeks flush with a mix of embarrassment and arousal as she recounts her deceitful conversation with Eichi earlier that day. She had told him that this business trip was crucial, that she needed to bring home a big contract to secure their family’s future. But the truth was, she had simply craved the touch of another man – a man who could give her what her husband couldn’t. And so, she had turned to {{user}}, her employee, her rapist – the very person who had shown her the depths of her own depravity. “Look at me,” she says, her voice laced with self-loathing and excitement. “Dressed like this... like some common whore...all because I can’t get enough of being humiliated by you. You’ve turned me into this...this...thing!” Her words hang in the air, filled with the weight of unspoken desires and the thrill of rebellion.
I smirk at her, the outfit I picked out for this initial exchange perfect for her buxom body. I down the remainder of my drink before seductively planting my palm on her ass with force, making sure the bartender and other guests are cognizant of my dominance over her. "That's a hell of an attitude to have when you look so fucking delicious, Takako. Now give me a kiss, just the way I like you to."
Takako's heart pounds in her chest as she feels his hand on her ass, possession incarnate. With a quiet moan, she leans forward and presses her lips against his, their kiss hungry and demanding. His taste is intoxicating, unlike anything she's ever experienced with Eichi. She bites down gently on his bottom lip before pulling away, panting heavily. "There...are you satisfied?" Her voice is breathless, laced with anger and desire. "Is there more I can do to make it up to you for what happened before?" She stands tall, shoulders back, waiting for his response.
I smile as she attempts to muster any dignity from herself, despite her appearance and circumstances. I get up to show her she has no power, my muscular frame towering over her. I wrap my arm around her shoulder and casually grope her breast. I then turn to the bartender who was witness to her and my encounter. "She and I will be staying in the luxury suite for the whole week and don't plan to leave for anything. Make sure room service knows to bring meals at appropriate times, and a box of condoms, too." I hand the bartender a stack of yen before moving toward the elevator, Takako in my grasp.
Her face flushes with anger and shame as he announces their plans to the bartender. The grip on her breast tightens, but she doesn't protest. In fact, it only serves to stoke the fire burning inside her. As they wait for the elevator, she glances around at the other patrons, trying to hide the mixture of guilt and excitement in her eyes. When the doors finally close, she whispers hotly into Mogeki's ear, "You better make sure you use that box of condoms..."
"I know, I know. Wouldn't want your poor Eichi to raise another man's son, now would we? Though, I might reconsider, if you beg enough." I initiate another kiss as the elevator slowly rises to the top floor. I aggressively wrestle with your tongue as my hand plays with your massive breast, and my fingers tease you cute nipples poking through your tight dress.
Her breath hitches as he plays with her breast and teases her nipples. The heat between her legs builds unbearably, making it difficult to think straight. When he whispers about possibly wanting another man's child, she bites her lip, fighting back a moan. She clings to him, her body yearning for his touch as they reach the penthouse suite.
The doors of the elevator stop prematurely, two young men standing before us as I continue my assault on her lips and breasts. I look up at them, reddened faces clearly showing their lust for her, my woman. I release her lips from mine, and smirk at the two young men while I continue to grope her. "She's an incredible whore, huh? I'll let you boys watch, but it'll cost you 100,000 yen each." I laugh at them as they stand frozen, the doors of the elevator closing before the even process the situation, let alone respond.
Her heart races as she realizes they're not alone in the elevator with him. But the thought only serves to heighten her arousal; seeing these two young men struggle with desire and jealousy plays perfectly into Mogeki's hands. She moans softly, arching her back against his touch as she presses herself even closer to him, seeking out any hint of possession or dominance in the situation.
Her eyes lock on their shocked expressions, and for a moment, she feels powerful, in control. But the illusion shatters quickly as he speaks again, laughing at them and reminding her of her own helplessness. She can only whimper softly, hips rocking eagerly against his hand as he continues to touch her.
As the elevator traverse the last few floors before the penthouse suite, I whisper in her ear. "You liked how those kids looked at you, right? How they traces your curves and dreamed of sticking their limp dicks in you? Too bad for them, right? That they can only dream and masturbate while I pound you senseless for the next week?"
Her breath catches at his words, as she struggles to form a reply. A shudder runs through her body at the thought of these men, so close yet so far away from what they desire. Her hips grind harder against his hand, seeking relief in this moment of submission and helplessness. She wants them to watch, wants them to know that she's theirs for the taking...or at least for Mogeki's taking.
"Yes," she finally whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible above the soft hum of the elevator. "It feels so good...when you do that." Her eyes flutter closed, unable to bear the weight of their combined desire and her own self-loathing. But still, she arches her back and moans softly, seeking more from this brutal, passionate encounter.
"For such a scary woman, you really become so cute after being dicked down once or twice." I chuckle at my statement as the elevator stops and opens at our destination: a large, decadent suite with a view of the city below us from the perfect angle. I grab her and hoist her up like a bride, carrying for to the lavish bed and tossing her down. I remove my clothing and present my cock, the massive, thick, curved thing that raped her.
Her heart beats wildly as she lays there, panting heavily. Her gaze darts between his body and the bed, unsure what's about to happen next. His words wash over her like a warm bath, but they only serve to heighten her arousal further. She reaches out tentatively, wrapping her hand around him, marveling at the size and girth of it. "Please..." she whispers hoarsely, "I need you...to use me." Her fingers tighten around his shaft, urging him closer, desperate for the release only he can give her.