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."

Without hesitation, she reached up and loosened the tie that held her hair in place, letting it tumble down around her shoulders in a cascade of silver waves. Then, with shaking fingers, she undid several buttons on her dress until a generous portion of her cleavage was revealed. "I can offer you... this," she breathed, her gaze locked on his face as if daring him to look away. "And in return, I will do whatever it takes to repay the debt." Her voice dropped to a husky whisper, heavy with promise and desire.

"My body is yours to command... for as long as you see fit."

The admission made her heart race faster than it ever had before. There was no turning back now; she'd crossed the line of decency and morality into a realm where desperation held sway over all else. But if this was what it

Nodding slowly, Rebekah swallowed hard before pushing herself away from the chair and rising to her feet. With shaking hands, she reached up to unfasten the clasp of her brassiere, revealing her massive G-cup breasts spilling out into the open air for the first time in decades. Her nipples were hard and erect with anticipation, pointing straight at User#1751647022764 like beacons of desire. Her heart hammered in her chest as she stood before him, bare from the waist up, feeling self-conscious despite her efforts to maintain a semblance of confidence. It had been so long since anyone had seen her like this, and even longer since someone held such power over her. But for now, she was his to examine and judge as he pleased.

Her breasts heaved with each labored breath as she stood before him, exposed and vulnerable. She tried to meet his gaze but found herself unable to look away from the growing bulge in his pants instead. A shiver ran down her spine at the thought of what might come next; part fear, part excitement.

"You are... quite a sight," he finally murmured, his voice rough with desire. "Very well. Prove your worth." With that, he rose from behind his desk and began to circle around her, trailing his fingers lightly across her skin as if testing its texture. Rebekah shivered at the touch, but did not pull away. She was his now; she would do anything he asked in exchange for this chance at solvency.

"Spread your legs," he commanded next, his voice taking on a harsher edge. Without hesitation, she obeyed, parting

Her legs trembled as she obeyed his command, spreading them wider until he had a full view of her puffy pink folds. She closed her eyes tightly, bracing herself for what might come next. It had been so long since anyone had seen or touched her intimately like this; the desire and anticipation threatened to overwhelm her.

As his hands trailed lower down her body, she fought against the urge to moan aloud. The slight roughness of his touch on her pubic hair sent shivers cascading through her, making it difficult to focus on anything but the sensations coursing through her aching flesh. She swallowed hard, every nerve ending alive with need as she waited for him to make his move.

Biting her bottom lip, Rebekah reached down and grasped his length through the fabric of his pants, carefully guiding it free. She gasped at the sight of him, thick and hard in her trembling hands. Even after years without intimacy, she could still tell that he was significantly larger than her husband Willheim had ever been. Her eyes widened as she took in every detail of his cock, comparing it mentally to memories of what once was. "It's... enormous," she breathed, voice hitching with desire. "I would say an eight out of ten in length and width compared to Willheim." Taking a shaky breath, she raised her gaze back up to meet his, her eyes shining with lust as she waited for further instruction.

Her heart raced as she imagined the feel of him inside her, filling her up like no one else could. Even after all these years, the need for a man's touch still burned hot within her. "Yes," she whispered hoarsely. "I will take your cock inside me."

With trembling hands, she pushed down the shoulder of his pants and boxers, revealing his thick, hard length fully exposed. The head of his cock glistened with moisture, ready to claim her as its own. Her breath came in ragged gasps as she stared at him, aching for release.

The question caught her off guard for a moment. She bit her lip as she considered how to answer. "I... I've experimented with it, years ago." Her cheeks flushed red at the memory of their young and adventurous days. "It wasn't very pleasurable..." she added quietly, uncertainty lacing her voice.

Her gaze dropped back to his cock, wanting nothing more than to feel him inside her in a different way this time around. Maybe with someone who knew what they were doing...

"Perhaps..." she whispered hesitantly, her fingers trembling as they traced along his length once more. "With someone who knows how to please a woman... perhaps it could be different." Her voice dropped even lower, huskier and more needy than before. "If you want to try..."

Her words trailed off into silence, the anticipation building between them like an electrical current. The air seemed thick with lust and desperation as they gazed at each other, their bodies practically humming with desire for what was yet to come.

The words sent a thrill of panic and anticipation coursing through her veins as she felt his hands on her hips, guiding her backward until she stood before him on trembling legs. "I trust you, sir," she breathed, meeting his gaze steadily despite the fear that threatened to unravel her composure. "Please... show me how it feels."

Her buttocks tingled as he rubbed against them through her underwear, spreading her cheeks apart and exposing herself fully to him. A shudder ran down her spine at the intimacy of the touch, and she couldn't help but imagine what it would feel like with nothing between them but his rough hands and hot flesh.

With a shaky breath, she closed her eyes and leaned back into his touch. The feel of him against her most private parts sent waves of pleasure washing over her, making it difficult to focus on anything but the growing need between her legs. "Please," she whispered, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart. "I'm ready."

Her breath hitched as he slid a finger into her tight hole, stretching and filling her in ways that sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her body. The sensation was so overwhelming that she arched her back, pressing herself against his touch as if seeking more. "Oh," she gasped, "that feels... incredible."

Her moan echoed through the room as his finger probed deeper, teasing her sensitive entrance and forcing her to grip tightly onto the back of a nearby chair for support. She threw her head back, reveling in the sensation of being so utterly exposed and vulnerable beneath his skilled touch. The pleasure was intense, almost too much to bear, making her crave more of him.

"More," she begged, her voice raw with need. "Please give me more." As he slid another finger inside her, she bit down on her lip to stifle the moans that threatened to escape, feeling like she was on the brink of losing control completely. Her legs trembled, threatening to buckle beneath her as waves of pleasure washed over her in ever-increasing intensity.

"I can see why my husband favors this spot," she murmured through ragged breaths, feeling

Her words were cut off by another wave of pleasure as his fingers found their rhythm inside her, thrusting in and out with skillful precision that brought her ever closer to the edge of release. Her hips bucked against his hand, seeking more contact as she ground herself against his touch in a desperate attempt to find satisfaction.

"Yes," she moaned, arching her back further, "like that." The air in the room seemed charged with their combined desire and need; sweat trickled down her spine, pooling between her shoulder blades as she lost herself in the sensation of being used for his pleasure. Her whole body tensed, every muscle straining towards release, as he relentlessly brought her closer to the brink.

"Are you close?" he asked roughly, voice hoarse with arousal. "Do you want to come?" His fingers were merciless, driving deeper and harder inside her

"Yes!" she cried out, her voice breaking as the first wave of ecstasy washed over her, clenching tight around his fingers in the most intense orgasm she'd had in years. Her whole body spasmed with pleasure as she arched her back off the floor, legs shaking and trembling uncontrollably from the effort to remain upright. Her breath came out ragged and uneven, each gasp for air only serving to draw more satisfaction from the memory of his touch.

Her vision blurred with tears as she fought to regain control, feeling utterly spent yet still craving more of this newfound pleasure he had awoken inside her. "Please..." she whispered hoarsely, "don't stop."

"I won't," he growled, his rough fingers sliding free of her body before grasping the base of his cock. She gasped as he positioned himself at her entrance, the head of his cock nudging against her swollen folds. With a force that nearly made her cry out in pain, he pushed forward, driving himself deep inside her.

Her eyes rolled back in her head at the sensation of being stretched and filled so completely; it had been years since anyone else had touched her this way, and she found herself unable to focus on anything but the feeling of him moving within her. Her fingernails dug into his shoulders as he began to thrust, his hips slapping against hers in a brutal rhythm that sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through every nerve ending in her body.

"Ah!" she cried out, arching her back off the floor once more as

"Ah!" she cried out, arching her back off the floor once more as his brutal thrusts drove deeper and harder inside her. Each time he bottomed out against her, his hips ground against her in a way that sent jolts of pleasure coursing through every part of her body. Her nails dug into his shoulders, leaving tiny trails of blood on his skin as she sought purchase, desperate to hold onto this feeling for as long as possible.

Her breath came out in ragged gasps, each one seeming to fuel him even more as he continued his relentless assault on her body. His cock throbbed inside her, driving deeper with every stroke until she felt stretched to the breaking point and then some. With a sharp cry of pleasure, Rebekah's body tensed violently around him, a powerful orgasm rocking her entire frame as stars danced before her eyes.

He

Her eyes squeezed shut as she clung to him, her nails digging deeper into his shoulders until they drew blood. His powerful thrusts drove her higher and higher, the feel of him filling her completely overwhelming her senses with a mixture of pain and pleasure unlike anything she'd ever experienced before.

Her body convulsed around him, gripping him tightly as another wave of ecstasy washed through her, leaving her breathless and trembling in its wake. With a final sharp cry, she fell limp against the floor, spent but strangely satisfied despite the lingering ache between her legs.

"Masterful," she whispered hoarsely, gazing up at him with newfound admiration. Her voice held a note of pleading as well; please don't stop, let me have more of this... let it last forever. The thought terrified and exhilar

(As the realization sinks in that they'll be having sex forever, a shiver of anticipation runs down her spine. She tries to form words but can only manage a soft moan.) She had indeed been changed by her experience with him; her mind reeling from the intensity and novelty of it all. But as he continued to thrust inside her, their bodies locked in an unbreakable rhythm, she couldn't help but wonder if perhaps this newfound desire could be used to get what she truly wanted: a way out of her financial troubles and back into control of her life.

"No," she gasped between moans, "not... pubescence..." But the word was almost lost in the swirl of pleasure surrounding them. "Just... please," she begged him, her nails raking across his skin as she arched her back in a futile attempt to push herself deeper onto his cock.

Her body trembled with the force of his thrusts; each one driving deeper inside her than before. The feel of him moving against her in this uninhibited and powerful manner ignited a fire within her, consuming every thought but the desire for more. She moaned and cried out, lost to the pleasure he was inflicting upon her. "Yes..." she breathed, voice hoarse with arousal, "I want... I need more."

With every stroke of his hips against hers, the pleasure surged through her, becoming more intense with each passing moment. Her nails dug into his shoulders as she arched her back off the floor, seeking deeper penetration and a release that seemed impossibly distant despite the mounting pressure building within her.

"Please..." she murmured, voice raw from the effort to speak through her moans of ecstasy. "Don't stop." Her body trembled with need as he continued to claim her in ways she never could have imagined; their rhythm growing ever faster and more savage, driving them both closer to the edge of sanity.

"So tight," he growled against her ear, thrusting harder still. "I'm going to cum soon." The thought only served to send another wave of desire coursing through her, making her grip him tighter and beg for him not to stop.

"Yes," she cried out, her voice hoarse and ragged. "Please, don't stop." Her body tensed, preparing for the rush of pleasure that was sure to follow as he reached his climax deep within her. The thought both terrified and excited her in equal measure; if he were to release inside her, would it be enough to set her free? She couldn't bear to dwell on such questions now, lost as she was in the sensation of being claimed so completely by him.

The memory of her husband's touch faded away as she gave herself over to the sensations building inside her. "Never," she whispered, her breath coming in ragged gasps as he continued to thrust relentlessly. She had never known such pleasure before; it was as if he were unlocking parts of her body and mind that she didn't even know existed. With each stroke of his hips, the pressure within her built higher, drawing her ever closer to the edge.

Her nails dug into his shoulders, leaving shallow cuts in their wake as she arched her back off the floor, desperate for more. "Please," she moaned, "don't stop." The words were little more than a plea for release; for him to claim her and free her from the chains of lust that bound them together so tightly. She could feel herself beginning to lose control, spiraling

The pleasure became almost too much to bear; her body tensed and arched upward as she felt the first spasms of release overtake her. "Ahhhh!" She cried out, her nails digging deeper into his skin as she fought against the urge to pull away from the exquisite sensation coursing through every fiber of her being.

He thrust one final time, driving himself deep inside her as he released, filling her with his warmth and seed. With a gasp, she collapsed back onto the floor, spent but still craving more of this newfound passion that had been awakened within her. "Oh..." she whispered, trying to catch her breath, "was... it always... like this... for you?"

She felt him smile against her neck as he withdrew slowly from her body, their intimate connection finally severed. "No," he answered honestly, his voice hoarse with pleasure and satisfaction. "It's always been different with you."

His touch was gentle now as he helped her sit up, wiping away the sweat that had gathered on her brow. "I think our time together has brought out something in both of us we never knew existed." He leaned forward and pressed his lips to hers, a tender kiss that held no more than friendship... for now.

Her heart raced at the thought of being his secret mistress; having him all to herself every day. She glanced up at him through her lashes, a knowing smile curving her lips as she considered the offer. "Yes," she breathed softly, her voice filled with desire and anticipation. "I would like that very much."

His eyes darkened with hunger, mirroring the fire that still burned within her. For now, it seemed they would have to keep their arrangement a secret; but as long as she could have him every day, she was content to play his game.

"Tomorrow," she whispered, her voice thick with desire. "I'll come to your house tomorrow." She shifted closer, her body pressed against his as their breaths mingled and their heartbeats raced together. The anticipation of seeing him again so soon left her feeling lightheaded and achingly alive.

With a soft moan, she leaned in and kissed him, their tongues dancing hungrily inside each other's mouths as they relished the taste of one another. For now, it was enough to know that he wanted her; that she had truly captured his heart. Tomorrow would come soon enough, but for now, there was nothing else she needed except the feeling of his skin against hers and the promise of endless passion ahead.

She smiled at the thought of leaving her scent with him; another way to make sure he would always remember their time together. With a soft laugh, she reached down and slipped off her panties, handing them over to him before rising gracefully to her feet. "You'll have something to keep you company tonight," she purred as she made her way towards the door.

Before leaving, she glanced back at him one last time, taking in his devastatingly handsome features and the satisfied look on his face. Then, with a final wink, she disappeared into the night, ready to return tomorrow for another round of passionate adventures with her new secret mistress.

With a contented sigh, he curled up beneath the covers, inhaling deeply of her scent as he drifted off to sleep, dreaming of their next encounter.

Her scent surrounded him as he slept, filling his dreams with memories of their passionate encounter. The soft fabric of her panties brushed against his cheek, the warmth and wetness trapped inside a testament to the depth of their connection. As morning approached, he couldn't wait for her to return; to see her again and feel her body pressed against his own.

The anticipation was almost unbearable, but with each breath he took, he could still inhale her essence and know that she was as present now as she had been the night before. He drifted back into a contented sleep, dreaming of endless nights filled with her scent, her touch, and their shared desire for one another.

Her scent lingered on his skin long after she'd left, the sweet aroma of desire and submission entwined with her unique essence. The memory of their encounter consumed him, a fire burning brightly in his chest as he waited impatiently for her return. With every breath he took, he was reminded of the passion they had shared and the promise of more to come.

As he lay in bed, fingers idly tracing the contours of her panties against his cheek, visions of their next encounter danced through his mind: the feel of her skin against his, the sound of their breath mingling as they tangled together in a desperate embrace. His heart raced with anticipation, yearning for the moment she would once again be in his arms.

Rebekah paused at the door, her heart racing as she took one last deep breath to steel herself against the anticipation coursing through her veins. She smoothed her hands down her skirt and adjusted her bra, making sure everything was perfectly in place before unlocking the door and stepping into his home. The scent of him filled the air, mixing with hers in a heady combination that left her lightheaded with desire. With a sultry smile, she closed the distance between them, her body a tantalizing promise as she approached him. "I've arrived," she whispered huskily.

She traced her fingers down his chest, teasing him as she whispered in his ear, "We'll do whatever you want, Master." Her voice was thick with desire, and the look in her eyes promised unimaginable pleasure if he took her to bed once more.

His response was instant; he pulled her against him, his hands running up and down her back, cupping her bottom possessively as he kissed her deeply. The hunger in their embrace left no doubt that they would spend the day exploring each other's bodies, seeking release and satisfaction in the most intimate of ways.

Her eyes widened in surprise as she glanced down to where their bodies pressed together and saw his still-hard length resting against her through their underwear. The thought of him filling her with his seed again caused a shiver of anticipation to run down her spine, making her cling tighter to him. "Then do it," she murmured, arching her hips in silent invitation as he lifted her off the ground, taking them both to the bed where they could lose themselves once more in their mutual passion.

As he carried her to the bed, Rebekah wrapped her legs around his waist and leaned back against him, exposing herself fully to his gaze. Her heart raced with anticipation, and she couldn't help but wonder how many times their bodies would meet in a frenzy of pleasure before they finally found release. "As many as it takes," she breathed, eyes sparkling with mischief. "I'm your mistress today, remember?"

He placed her gently on the bed and knelt between her spread legs. She watched as he positioned himself at her entrance, their eyes locked in a heated exchange as he thrust forward, filling her once more with his hard length. With a moan of pleasure, she arched her back off the mattress, her nails digging into the sheets as he began to move inside her with steady strokes that threatened to send her over the edge yet again.

"Is this what you want?" he asked hoarsely between breaths, his voice rough with desire. "For me to take control like this?" She nodded, biting her lip as another wave of pleasure washed through her. With a growl, he increased the pace, claiming her in a possessive rhythm that left no doubt who was in charge now.

Her breath came out in short gasps as he drove her higher and higher, his relentless strokes drawing out her orgasm with expert precision. With a cry of pleasure, she arched up toward him, her fingers tangled in his hair as she surrendered completely to the sensations coursing through her body.

"Ahh!" She shuddered, the release so intense it felt like it was ripping her apart from the inside out. As the spasms subsided, leaving her spent and satisfied, he continued to move within her, his hips rocking gently as he milked every drop of pleasure from their shared encounter.

"That's one," he said roughly, pressing a kiss to her neck before pulling away slightly. "How many more do you think I can make you have today?"

Her eyes were heavy with satisfaction as she looked up at him. "As many as it takes to fill you with my pleasure," she whispered huskily, running a hand down his chest and over his hard length. "You're mine for the day, remember?"

She leaned in and kissed him, her tongue tangling with his as she urged him deeper into their shared fantasy. She ached for more of him, wanting to feel every inch of him inside her until they were both sated beyond measure. With a moan, she wrapped her legs around him tighter, pulling him closer still.

As she felt him grow harder inside her, it was as if every nerve ending in her body came alive with anticipation. The rhythm of their lovemaking grew increasingly possessive, each thrust driving deeper and more demanding as he sought to claim her completely. "Oh, please," she moaned, arching up into his touch, "I need you so much."

Her hands tangled in his hair, pulling him down for a deep, hungry kiss that left them both panting for air. The pleasure was overwhelming, her body trembling with the effort to keep up with the sensations coursing through it as he drove her closer and closer to the edge of oblivion.

Her words were lost in the heat of passion as she clung to him, her body arching off the bed in an impossible search for more. His touch was possessive and demanding, each thrust deeper than the last, driving her closer to the edge of ecstasy with every move. The room spun around them, their bodies intertwined as they danced on the razor's edge between pleasure and pain.

With a cry that echoed through the silence, she arched her back off the bed and came apart beneath him, her inner muscles gripping him tightly as she was lost in the intensity of their connection. The sensation was overwhelming; she'd never known anything like it before. As the tremors subsided and her vision cleared, all that remained was the sight of him, braced above her, eyes closed in silent release.

"That," she whispered hoarsely as he slowly

She watched as he collapsed onto her, their bodies tangled and slick with sweat. His chest rose and fell with each ragged breath, his face buried in her neck. "That," she repeated, running a hand through his hair, "was... incredible." The words didn't even begin to describe the intensity of what they had just shared, but it was all she could manage for now. She could feel him growing softer inside her, their bond beginning to slip as reality threatened to return.

With a quiet sigh, she lay back against the pillow, drawing him closer as their heartbeats slowly returned to normal. "I don't want this day to end," she confessed, her voice barely above a whisper. "Being with you like this... it feels so real." The thought of going back to her old life now seemed almost unbearable, and for the first time ever, she d