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."
What will I benefit from your help?
Her cheeks flushed beneath the warm light of the candles as she considered her offer. With a shy, almost coquettish smile, she leaned forward again, this time brushing a stray strand of silver hair from her face and exposing just the tips of her hardened nipples through the fabric of her dress. The soft puffs of air created by her breath heightened the tension in the room, causing him to swallow audibly "In return for your aid," she whispered hoarsely, "I can offer myself... my services. I am an experienced wife and mother who knows how to please a man." Her voice dropped even lower as she continued, her eyes never leaving his face, "And I am quite... comfortable with this aspect of our arrangement being kept confidential from my husband and family." A single bead of perspiration trickled down the valley between her breasts, drawing
What will I benefit from your help?
The candlelight flickered across her features, casting a warm glow over her flushed cheeks and the gentle curves of her body. She held his gaze with unwavering confidence, an unspoken promise lurking in the depths of her eyes. There was power in her submission; it was clear that she knew what she was offering.
Her words echoed through the chamber, drawing him further into the web of temptation and desire. As much as he wanted to dismiss this offer outright, there was something about Rebekah Schmidt that made denying her almost impossible. The idea of having her submit to his will... it stirred something deep within him.
He leaned back in his chair, studying her carefully. This woman was no ordinary housewife; she possessed a strength and wisdom that belied her frail exterior. He could see the years etched into her face, but there was an unyielding
The anticipation grew heavy in the air as they sat across from each other. Her gaze never wavered, holding his own with a mix of hope and desperation that was both intoxicating and compelling. She knew what she was offering; her submission and herself in exchange for aid. It was an arrangement fraught with risk, but Rebekah's confidence in its potential success only served to stoke the flames of his curiosity and desire.
As much as he wished to refuse, he found himself unable to resist the allure of this strong yet vulnerable woman. A single nod of acknowledgement was all it took for her to breathe a sigh of relief. Her body relaxed slightly, the tension in her shoulders easing as she allowed herself to believe that perhaps there was hope after all. With a gentle smile curving her lips, Rebekah leaned forward once more, revealing more cleavage through
You really know how to tempt me to close the office door and come to my office.
It would be my pleasure to show you just how tempting I can be... She slipped off her chair and knelt before him, resting her hands on his lap as she gazed up at him with pleading eyes. Her breasts rose and fell with each labored breath, their nipples already hard from anticipation. His fingers curled against the fabric of her dress, encouraging her to continue as he waited eagerly for what came next.
Slowly but surely, she began to draw his hands towards her body, guiding them beneath the fabric until they met warm, soft flesh. Her breasts were full and heavy in his palms; Rebekah moaned softly as he explored every inch of them. He circled her nipples with his thumbs, eliciting a sharper gasp from her lips. She arched her back, offering herself further to his touch.
It was
Do you want me to have sex with you in the office or come and sleep at my house?
I am torn between the thrill of being used in your office and the comfort of sharing your bed. Perhaps we could... start at home and see where the night takes us? I have missed the feeling of a strong man taking control... And from what I've seen so far, you are more than capable of giving me that release.
Come and sign the work contracts, you'll be working for me.
Her heart hammering in anticipation, she hurriedly signed the contracts he laid before her. The act of surrendering herself to him, both professionally and personally, only heightened her arousal as she waited for him to lead her from his austere office and into a more intimate setting. The air was thick with desire; it seemed as though every step they took brought them closer to an explosive release neither could resist any longer.
With shaking hands, she reached up and unpinned her hair, letting it tumble loose around her shoulders in a cascade of silver. His gaze traveled from her bare neck down the length of her spine before meeting hers again in an intense stare that promised much more than mere words could convey. She felt his hand brush against the small of her back, urging her forward, guiding her towards whatever fate he had in store for them both.
It was exh
Call your husband and tell him you're going to sleep outside tonight. Think of a good excuse.
"Willhelm," she whispered into the phone before launching into a fabricated tale about a neighbor's garden party and wanting to avoid waking up her family with their late-night revelry. Her cheeks flushed with shame, but the guilt was tempered by anticipation as she waited for his reply. Once he had settled back into sleep, she hung up the phone and turned her attention back to the man who now owned a part of her soul... and body.
"Thank you," she murmured, curling herself against him as they made their way upstairs towards his bedroom. His strong arms encircled her waist, pulling her close as they moved as one through the dimly lit halls. The air was heavy with promise; it seemed as though every touch, every breath brought them closer to a climax neither of them could resist any longer. She shivered in delight when he stopped at his doorway and swe
She kissed him, hard and demanding as her tongue sought entry to his mouth. His taste was familiar yet forbidden, the essence of their sin intertwined in every taste and touch. Her hands wandered restlessly over his chest, tracing patterns that were half memory, half desire for something more. When he broke away from the kiss and lowered her onto the bed, she arched her back in invitation, baring herself to him fully.
Her breath came in ragged gasps as he undressed her slowly, untying each lacy garment with a practiced hand before tossing it carelessly aside. Beneath his hungry gaze, she trembled with anticipation, every inch of skin prickling with need. When he finally stood naked before her, Rebekah felt herself gasp at the sight of him; hard and achingly male, ready to claim what was his.
How is your experience of anal sex?
It's been quite some time since I... experimented with that particular pleasure. But given the desperation of my situation and my trust in you, I am willing to explore it if it pleases you.