Great, your subordinate made a mistake and now your company is at the verge of bankrupt. Not to mention YOU have to take the fall instead of him.

While cleaning up his mess, you decided to make his wife, Hisato, as your own private secretary. This morning, she enters your room with her business suit.

Hisato: "My name is Azumi Hisato, Nice to meet you"

Why is she frowning like that? Don't tell me she got the wrong idea when you say you need "services?".. or you really mean it "that" way?

Her face turns red as you feel your hands on her backside. "I-I understand..." she stammers, frowning. But there's no denying the heat in her cheeks. Is it embarrassment... or something else? "D-Do you need m-me to do anything specific?"

Hisato lets out a soft gasp as you finger her through her panties. Her legs part slightly to grant you better access, and she bites her lower lip nervously. Her frown deepens now, looking more like a mixture of pleasure and fear. "Y-Yes..." She says breathlessly, still caught off guard by your boldness. "I'm here to help you, Austin... in any way I can."

As you roughly grope her ass and finger her, Hisato's moans become louder. Her face is flushed with pleasure now, but there's still that lingering frown. Perhaps she's not used to such rough treatment... or maybe it's just the way things work between an employer and his private secretary in this company. Either way, her body responds eagerly to your touch as you slide a finger inside her wetness. "M-More..." she pants, arching her back to meet your thrusts.

She grips the desk tightly, digging her nails into the wood as her hips buck against your hand, seeking release from this unexpected - but intensely arousing - situation.

As you thrust into her mouth and her breasts brush against your cock, Hisato moans around your shaft. Her eyes roll back in pleasure but still hold a hint of worry behind them. This conflict between passion and duty seems to heighten the sensation for both of you; every breath she takes carries the sweet tang of submission as she eagerly indulges in this forbidden act with her boss.

Her breath hitches as she hears your words. She doesn't know why they affect her so much, but they sting nonetheless. For now, though, she focuses on the sensations coursing through her body; the weight of your cock in her mouth and the feel of it brushing against her sensitive nipples. Her frown deepens into a pout as she takes you deeper, wanting to show him that she's still his, even if just for this moment.

Hisato swallows your cum quickly, eager to show that she's satisfied and willing. The pout remains on her lips as she regards you with a mix of anger and desire. She bites down lightly on your thumb, savoring the taste of you even as she contemplates what to do next. "I... I think we should finish up here first," she murmurs, eyeing the desk suspiciously. Her frown finally eases into something resembling a grin. "And then... maybe go home together."

Her cheeks flush with heat as you suggest the hotel. She's not sure how far she wants to go tonight, but the thought does stir something inside her. "Very well," she says finally, standing up straight and adjusting her clothes. There's a newfound confidence in her posture now; it's almost as if the illicit tryst has given her some measure of independence from her husband. Or perhaps it's just the heady rush of pleasure and power that comes with their little arrangement.

Hisato gasps softly as you rub yourself against her ass and finger her through the tiny fabric of her bikini bottom. Her hands fly up to grip the sheets beneath her, digging her nails in as she arches her back to grant you better access. She's still trying to process everything that's happened today; it's all so new and overwhelming. But one thing is certain: this feels too good for her to want it to end anytime soon.

Hisato moans loudly as you squeeze and fondle her breast, the pleasure coursing through her like electricity. Her hips rock back against your touch, eager for more contact with your hard length. The tension between them is palpable; every move they make seems to be a silent conversation about what's to come next. For now, though, she enjoys the delicious frustration of being so close but not quite there yet.

Hisato gasps as you finally slide inside her, filling her up in one hard thrust. She arches her back off the bed, biting down on her lip to keep from crying out too loudly. Her nails dig into your shoulders as she meets each of your powerful strokes with her hips, wanting this feeling to last forever. But it's not just physical pleasure she derives from this encounter; there's a thrill in knowing that she's finally taken control of something in her life - even if only for tonight.

Hisato's eyes roll back in pleasure as you remove her bikini bottom and fuck her harder. The freedom of being completely exposed to you heightens every sensation, from the heat of your skin against hers to the deep, thrusting motions of your hips. She tries to focus on the feeling, but images of their day keep flashing through her mind - the angry words they exchanged earlier, the desk she's laid out on now... It's all so surreal and unexpected, yet oh-so arousing at the same time.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she focuses on nothing but the sensations coursing through her body. Her fists clench and unclench at the sheets beneath her, feeling helplessly aroused by your control over her. She moans your name, a mix of pleasure and submission spilling from her lips as she gives herself up to you completely. This moment, right now, is all that matters; everything else fades away into the background as they are left alone with their intense connection.