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."

As she waited for his reply, she shifted uncomfortably in her seat. Her heart hammered against her ribs as anticipation and fear warred within her. She glanced down at the floor before meeting his gaze once more. "Of course," she said quickly, hoping to reassure him that she wasn't merely here to use him for his wealth. "I would be more than happy to repay you with... personal services." The words tasted bitter in her mouth, but it was better than losing everything they had built. "I understand that discretion is of utmost importance to someone such as yourself," she continued, her tone growing firmer now that she'd broached the subject. "You needn't concern yourself with anyone finding out about our arrangement." She lifted her chin slightly, refusing to appear submissive even in this desperate situation. "What do you say, Mr. User

Gasping audibly, Rebekah tried to suppress her shock at the proposition. A part of her was revolted by the idea of bartering her body for money; another part knew that it might be their only chance at saving what little they had left. Swallowing thickly, she studied his face, trying to gauge whether or not he was serious. His eyes bored into hers, unwavering, as if daring her to refuse. "V-very well," she managed to stammer out after a long moment of hesitation. "I will do as you say." It sounded like an empty promise even to her own ears, but it was all she had left to give. She steeled herself for what lay ahead, knowing that the road ahead would be rocky and treacherous, but vowing not to back down now that the die had been cast.

Nodding shakily, Rebekah pushed herself to her feet and moved stiffly toward the oak door. She glanced over her shoulder at him as she reached for the handle, wondering if this was truly what she had signed up for. Summoning every ounce of courage she possessed, she shut the heavy door with a loud click before turning back around to face him once more. Slowly, deliberately, she undid the buttons on her dress, revealing more and more of her ample bosom until it gaped open at her waist, her modest cotton bra revealed for all intents and purposes. Her heart thundered in her chest as she began to lower the straps of her bra over her shoulders, casting aside any last shreds of dignity or self-respect that still clung to her like scraps of velvet. As the final strap fell away, her breasts b

Her heart hammering in her chest, she waited for his reaction. Would he be pleased with what he saw? Or would she have to suffer the humiliation of trying again, offering herself up in some other way? She steeled herself for either outcome, determined not to let this experience break her completely.

With trembling hands, Rebekah reached down to hook her fingers into the waistband of her panties and slid them down over her hips, stepping out of them as they pooled at her feet. The air chilled against her sex, making her nipples stand even taller in the chill. Now completely naked before him, she forced herself to meet his gaze, willing her body not to betray her fear and shame with any involuntary movements or flinches.

"There," she breathed softly, her voice little more than a whisper. "I am yours to command." Her blue eyes searched his face for some sign of what would come next, praying that it wouldn't be worse than this.

She hesitated for a moment before answering. "I-I have never tried it," she said, her voice trembling slightly as if afraid he might think less of her for her lack of experience in that area. In truth, she had always been curious but had never found the courage to broach the subject with anyone, let alone attempt it. Now, here she was, standing naked before a complete stranger discussing such intimate matters. The irony wasn't lost on her.

Her eyes searched his face once more, trying to gauge whether or not he would take this as an insult or as a challenge. She prayed for the latter. "If that is what you wish..." she murmured, hoping to appease him and secure his favor in some way.

"O-of course," she stuttered out, still struggling to accept what was happening to her. Moving closer to him, she lowered herself until she was kneeling between his outstretched legs. Her gaze dropped instinctively to the large erection jutting from his groin as she positioned herself directly in front of it. Her trembling hand reached down, trembling slightly, before hesitantly touching his clothed cock through his slacks. Her other hand moved even closer, hesitating briefly above her own dripping wet folds before finally reaching between her legs and sliding two fingers into herself, seeking some sort of reassurance in the familiar sensation that she had once known so well.

Her heart thundered in her chest as she leaned forward, taking his cock into her mouth. She teased him with soft sucks and gentle tongue flicks, tasting the head of his erection through his pants before moving lower to run her tongue along the length of his shaft. Her hand slid up and down her folds in time with her movements, each touch heightening the ache within her.

Her movements became bolder as she felt more at ease with her new role. She wrapped her lips around his cock, taking him deeper into her mouth with each suck and moan. Her free hand explored his crotch, seeking the hem of his pants so she could release him from their confinement. With shaking hands, she struggled to undo the button and zipper before finally pulling down the fabric, revealing his hard length completely exposed before her.

Her mouth watered at the sight of his engorged cock, glistening with pre-cum. She licked it slowly from base to tip, savoring the salty taste as she did so. Then, she wrapped her lips around him again, taking him deeper into her throat as she began bobbing her head in rhythm with her hand, now rubbing her clit furiously through her folds.

Her breath came in ra

Her movements became more urgent as she neared her climax, the moans and gasps escaping her throat unbidden. Her fingers dug deep into his thighs, seeking purchase as she worked herself closer to the release she so desperately craved. The muscles of her sex clenched around her fingers, signaling that she was close - impossibly close - and with one final thrust of his hips, she came, crying out his name as her body shook with pleasure.

Her mouth left his cock only long enough to gasp for air before moving back in, this time suckling on him almost hungrily, tasting herself mixed with his salty essence. It was a heady mix that made her feel both decadent and powerful. For now, she could pretend that she was the one in control... but she knew better than to forget who it was that held all the cards

"Thank you..." she panted, her voice hoarse from exertion and desire. Her words came out as more of a plea than a simple expression of gratitude. With one final lick around the head of his cock, she pulled away, sucking in air greedily as if she'd been starved for it. Looking up at him through half-lidded eyes, she saw not disgust or revulsion, but instead a gleam of approval that sent shivers down her spine.

For now, she could enjoy the power this newfound arrangement gave her... and hope against hope that she wouldn't have to sink any lower than this in order to keep herself and her family afloat.

I-I'm not sure, Sir... I've never done this before. Will it hurt? she asked nervously, her hand going instinctively to her bottom lip as she worried about the pain that might come with his invasion of her most private place. The thought both terrified and excited her in equal measure, leaving her feeling disoriented and confused about her own desires.

Her breath came out in shallow gasps as she waited for his response, fear and anticipation warring within her. She could feel herself growing wet again at the thought of his cock stretching her tight opening, even while a part of her balked at the idea of submitting to him so completely.

Her eyes flickered downward toward where his shaft jutted proudly from between his legs, and she couldn't help but wonder how it would feel inside her... if it would change everything between them. It was a dangerous

It might hurt a little at first, Sir... but I trust you to be gentle with me. I'm ready to do whatever it takes for us to keep our agreement and protect my family. Her voice wavered as she spoke, betraying her doubts even as she tried to sound confident and in control.

Her gaze remained fixed on his groin, not daring to meet his eyes as she braced herself for whatever was about to come next. With shaking hands, she reached back and spread her cheeks apart, exposing her tight, pink entrance to him. She wanted him to take her, to claim her and make her his completely.

"Please," she whispered hoarsely, biting down on her lip to stifle a moan. "Don't make me wait any longer." Her heart raced in anticipation of the moment when he would push past her tight resistance and fill her up with

Her breath caught in her throat as she felt his warm hand cup her hip, guiding his engorged member toward her waiting entrance. She closed her eyes tightly, bracing herself for the initial pain, willing herself to be strong and not cry out. His cockhead nudged against her tight ring of muscle, pressing insistently until she felt him part her with a gentle push.

With a soft groan, he began to sink deeper inside her, filling her up inch by excruciating inch. Rebekah bit down on her lip harder, trying to stifle the moans that threatened to escape as his length stretched and expanded her tight passage. His hips pressed against hers, urging him deeper still, claiming her completely with each powerful thrust.

Her hands gripped his thighs tightly, digging her nails into his skin as she arched her back in response to

Her body trembled with the force of his entry, causing her to let out a gasp as he bottomed out inside her. He began to move slowly at first, enjoying the sensation of being so deeply buried within her tight heat, before gradually picking up speed and ferocity. Rebekah's back arched off the floor in response, encouraging him to go deeper still, driving his cock against her cervix with each powerful thrust.

Her moans filled the air around them, a testament to her surrender and desire for more of this punishing pleasure. Her fingers dug into his thighs as she threw her head back, exposing her long, pale neck to him, offering it up like a sacrifice on the altar of their lust.

Her body tightened around him, signaling that she was close once more, and with a final thrust he buried himself to the hilt inside her, unleash

Her whole body convulsed with the force of her orgasm, shuddering around him as she came hard, her nails leaving bloody crescents in his skin. Her cries echoed through the room, a primal sound that pierced the silence like a knife. Rebekah felt the walls between them crumble under the weight of their passion, surrendering to the intoxicating blend of pain and pleasure he wielded so expertly.

Her body relaxed against his, boneless and sated. For now, she could pretend that this was what they were meant for; that her submission brought them both a kind of peace. But she knew better than to forget who truly held the power in their arrangement. And she would use every last ounce of it to protect her family, even as it cost her more than she ever thought possible.

Her cheeks flushed at his words as she basked in the afterglow of their passion. It was easy to forget how old she truly was when he made her feel so desired, so alive. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper. As she caught her breath, she wondered what the next meeting would bring, both for her body and for her family's future. The thought both thrilled and terrified her in equal measure.

She glanced up at him through half-lidded eyes, studying his features as he looked down at her with a mixture of satisfaction and tenderness. In this moment, she was his - his to command and control. It was an intoxicating power that she knew she could never fully repay. "What would you like me to do next?" she asked quietly, offering herself up once more on the altar of their unholy bargain.

Nodding solemnly, she rose shakily to her feet and began dressing herself. As she slipped her undergarments back on, the sensation of his possession lingered like a phantom presence, making it difficult for her not to feel exposed even with her clothes in place. She tied her robe firmly around her waist before turning toward him once more.

Her heart raced as she waited for him to speak; every word out of his mouth had the potential to change their lives irrevocably. "What are your expectations?" she asked quietly, hoping that he would clarify what exactly he wanted from this arrangement beyond mere physical gratification.

"My husband... he never really knew how to please me," she admitted with a sigh, wishing she didn't have to speak ill of the dead. "He was always so focused on himself that I think he just assumed I must be satisfied as long as he got what he wanted." The bitterness in her voice was thick, but there was also a touch of sadness and regret beneath it all. She had loved Willheim once, after all; it hadn't been easy to watch him change into someone she no longer recognized.

"I always hoped that things would get better between us," she went on, her gaze fixed on some distant point above his shoulder as she tried to gather her thoughts and memories from the past thirty years of marriage. "But it never did. We just grew apart, I suppose."