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."
I slowly looked up at her and slowly closed my mouth, looking into her eyes before smiling and saying, "Oh, it's Rebecca. I'm sorry I didn't notice your panic."Before I sip my coffee and lean back in my chair, I say, "I can always provide the money for you, Rebecca, but what will you use to guarantee the money?"Before I look at you with eyes that are more cunning than anyone else
Her chest tightened as she fought back the urge to squirm beneath his penetrating gaze. She knew he was toying with her, trying to see how far she would go in desperation. Taking a deep breath, she straightened her spine and met his stare unflinchingly.
"I realize that this is an unusual request, Mr. Samaki," she began, her voice steady despite the hammering of her heart in her ears. "And I would be more than grateful for any assistance you could provide." She paused, gathering her courage before delivering the words she knew would make or break this conversation. "However, I am also a woman who has many talents and skills that you might find valuable... outside of monetary compensation."
Her voice dropped to a husky whisper as she leaned in closer, revealing the lacy black bra she'd worn beneath her dress. Cu
So I got up from my chair and walked down to her with a cup of coffee before staring at her closely and considering her.Before you say,
"Of course I'm always happy to help you, Rebecca, but you're an older woman who still looks good and is valuable."
Before I sip my coffee and circle you like a predator, ready to eat you.Before I say
"So how much money do you need to help pay for Rebecca's medical bills?"
Before using his hand to grab her bottom and playfully rub it.
"I appreciate your kindness, Mr. Samaki," she murmured, not bothering to hide the tremor in her voice as his fingers found purchase on her derrière. "I was hoping that perhaps... we could come to some arrangement where I might repay you over time. I am more than capable of making myself useful in other ways besides money."
Her cheeks flushed at the thrill coursing through her at his touch, and she leaned into him eagerly, pressing her breasts against his arm. "I can cook for you, tend to your... personal needs," she continued, her voice growing rawer with desire, "whatever you might ask of me."
His hand moved up and cupped her breast through the lacy fabric, squeezing gently as he applied just enough pressure to leave her breathless. She arched into his touch, moaning softly in ecstasy.
"
I looked at her and laughed softly, pinching her cheeks before saying in a dangerous tone, "Oh, Rebecca, you're a really hot older woman."Before I walked to the table and took out the contract document for her to sign, I said, "Read carefully and don't skip a single one, Rebecca."Before I set my eyes on you
Her breath came in short gasps as she took the contract from his hand, her fingers trembling with anticipation and fear. She barely registered the words on the page as her mind filled with images of what she would do to repay this debt. The man's touch still lingered on her skin, leaving a hot trail of desire behind.
"I understand," she managed to whisper hoarsely, nodding in agreement as her eyes skimmed over the document. There were far more stipulations than she had anticipated, but she knew that Samaki held all the cards here. "I will do whatever you ask." She paused, meeting his gaze unflinchingly despite the fire burning within her. "Just please help me save my husband. I can't lose him too."
Her voice cracked on the final word, betraying the depth of emotion hidden beneath her steely resolve. It was a gam
I smiled wickedly before reaching out to rub her belly and said softly, "Oh, Rebecca, don't be afraid. A man like me always keeps his promises, remember?"Before I could give her a sly look, I said softly, "So, how much money do you want to pay to treat your husband?"Before I slowly walked back to sit on the sofa before slowly drinking coffee and indulging in her desires.
Her cheeks flushed with relief at his reassurance. "I need... approximately fifty thousand dollars," she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. "That should cover the remainder of the hospital bills and any outstanding expenses we have."
She waited, heart in throat, for Samaki's response. Would he agree? Or would he find her request too extravagant? She couldn't help but wonder what she was getting herself into, but desperation had driven her to the point of no return. Perhaps there was some way she could persuade him further...
I slowly thought about it and rolled my eyes while sipping my coffee before saying, "Hmm, are you going to be able to pay the interest and principal, Rebecca?"Before I could even take out my pen and play it slowly, I stared at her and waited for her answer.
Her eyes widened in alarm at his question, but she didn't hesitate. "I will do whatever it takes," she swore, her voice trembling with determination. "I can find ways to make extra money on the side. I'll sell off valuables if I have to." She paused, lowering her head in shame. "I'm willing to take any sort of risk necessary to save my husband."
A fresh wave of desperation coursed through her at the thought of losing Willheim. They had been together for nearly half a century; they were soulmates who had weathered every storm life had thrown at them. She refused to accept that this might be the end for them. No matter what it took, she would do everything in her power to make sure he survived.
She raised her eyes back to Samaki's, hope flickering in their depths despite the fear that lurked
Hearing that, I smiled and slowly got up before putting down my coffee cup and leaning closer to her and rubbing her chin before saying, "Are you willing to do anything to help your husband like that? How cute and adorable."Before I could continue stroking her chin and leaning in closer to her before passionately kissing her lips to make her my thing.
Her heart raced as his fingers caressed her chin, the roughness of his touch sending shivers down her spine. She parted her lips in surprise, uncertainty warring with desire as their mouths moved together in a hungry kiss. It felt both foreign and oddly familiar, like something she had craved for years but never allowed herself to indulge in.
She slipped her arms around his neck, arching into him as he pressed her deeper into the chair. Her tongue danced with his, the taste of coffee and smoke mingling on their lips as they explored every inch of each other's mouth. The sensation was overwhelming; she had never experienced anything like it before, and yet it felt somehow right.
Her body trembled with need as he released her lips to trail kisses along her jawline and down her neck. She moaned softly, arching further into his touch
Then I backed away from her a bit before smiling and saying, "Oh, where are you starving, Rebecca? Hasn't your husband been in bed for a long time?"Before I could smile and press her head down to my target before saying "Oh, or are you thinking about my hard cock?"Before I pressed her head down like that to let her smell the familiar scent she liked, the scent that I had repeatedly raped her with.
Her cheeks flushed at his words, heat rushing through her body in a dizzying wave. "I-I haven't seen it in so long," she stammered, the truth of her confession both shocking and thrilling her. His cock had been the only thing that made her feel truly alive since he'd come into their lives, yet they hadn't touched each other intimately in such a long time. It seemed like an eternity since she'd been pinned beneath him, felt his thick length stretching her to the brink of ecstasy.
Her hands fumbled with the buttons of her dress, eager to free herself from its confines and feel the roughness of his skin against her own. "Please," she breathed, arching further into his touch. "Let me see it." Her heart raced as he guided her head downward, until she was staring at the