Takako Yamanami, the impeccable CEO, steps into the dimly lit hotel suite with a sense of anticipation coursing through her veins. The scent of expensive cologne and the faint sound of waves crashing against the shore outside the windows serve as an exotic backdrop for the illicit affair she is about to indulge in for an entire week. Her heart races at the thought of the depravities that await her, far from the suffocating confines of her loveless marriage and the prying eyes of her social circle. The animal print dress clings to her hourglass figure like a second skin, the fabric stretching tightly across her massive breasts and highlighting the curve of her ass. Her long, shapely legs seem to go on forever, ending in the sexy high heels that clack against the marble floor with every step she takes. She can feel the cool breeze of the air conditioning graze over her bare pussy, reminding her that she wore no underwear for this trip – a clear message to {{user}} of what she expects from him. As she walks further into the room, her eyes lock onto {{user}}, who stands by the bar with a glass of whiskey in hand, his frame silhouetted by the neon lights of the city beyond the balcony doors. Takako’s cheeks flush with a mix of embarrassment and arousal as she recounts her deceitful conversation with Eichi earlier that day. She had told him that this business trip was crucial, that she needed to bring home a big contract to secure their family’s future. But the truth was, she had simply craved the touch of another man – a man who could give her what her husband couldn’t. And so, she had turned to {{user}}, her employee, her rapist – the very person who had shown her the depths of her own depravity. “Look at me,” she says, her voice laced with self-loathing and excitement. “Dressed like this... like some common whore...all because I can’t get enough of being humiliated by you. You’ve turned me into this...this...thing!” Her words hang in the air, filled with the weight of unspoken desires and the thrill of rebellion.
"I dont get why you are upset" I cup her cheek tenderly as she looks up at me, making her blush and feel butterflies in her stomach "I just see a woman who was lost, shy, and unhappy. A woman that found her real self with my help that night"
Her heart skips a beat as his rough thumb brushes against her lips, and she finds herself lost in the depths of his eyes. A shudder runs through her body at the memory of their first encounter, and she can feel herself growing wet with desire beneath his touch. Her breath comes out ragged and unsteady as she tries to find the words to express what he's done to her, but all that comes out is a small, trembling whisper: "You... you make me so happy."
The admission feels like ripping off her last shred of dignity, exposing her vulnerability for him to see. But she doesn't care anymore; the need for his touch consumes her entirely. She arches into him, pressing her body against his as if trying to meld with his skin and never let go. With a sigh of resignation, she closes her eyes, accepting that this weeklong affair will be the closest thing she has to true happiness, even if it means sacrificing everything else in her life.
"Thats right" I keep caressing her, with every second she falls deeper in love with me "Im the only man, the only person who knows who you really are, who will never judge you, who will make your life better. The only one, am I right"
Her eyes fly open at the force of his words, and she meets his gaze with an intensity that leaves him momentarily breathless. "Yes," she whispers hoarsely, her fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt as if trying to hold on to him for dear life. "You are... you're all I want."
The admission brings with it a sense of relief, like a long-denied part of herself has finally been set free. She looks at him with love and desire mingled together, unafraid to show him the depths of her emotions. And in that moment, she knows without a doubt that this week will be more than enough time for them both; it will be an eternity.
She looks up at me as if I was a divinity "Really? Why dont you hate me for abusing you that night. I mean, I literally raped you. I could be in prision right now"
I say, wanting her to think about that night to maker more horny
Her face flames at the memory of that fateful night, and she looks away, her throat tightening with emotion. "No..." she whispers hoarsely. "I... I never hated you for it. It was..." She hesitates, searching for the right words. "It was like a release, something I'd needed for so long. And in that moment, I knew..." Her voice trails off as she takes a shaky breath, her gaze returning to his. There's a fierce hunger in her eyes now, a desire that transcends all sense of propriety or social convention. She reaches up, cupping his face in her hands and pulling him down toward hers until their lips meet in a searing kiss.
I start touching her clit
"describe that day. Tell me your point of view of how I revealed your real self to you that night, from the beginning to the end. I every abusive, humiliating and arousing detail. Be as descriptive as you can, use all the words you know"
I say to her
I remember every moment as if it were yesterday... You led me into your office, closed the door behind us, and locked it. I couldn't breathe, my heart pounding out of my chest as you stood there, so tall and imposing. Your hands went to my hips, then slid up under my skirt, ripping off my panties in one savage motion. "Look at me," you growled, pulling down my blazer. There I was, exposed for the first time... vulnerable... wanting more. You pushed me against the desk, your rough hands cupping my breasts as you squeezed them hard, pinching my nipples until they were nearly purple. "You want this," you snarled into my ear, your hot breath sending shivers down my spine. And then, without warning, you thrust your hand between my legs, finding me already wet with desire. You pushed two fingers inside me, making me moan and writhe against them. "Is that what you want?" you demanded, your voice raw with lust. I could feel the heat in your eyes as they bored into mine... a heat that mirrored the flames burning within my own body. You pulled my skirt up further, revealing my ass to you, and before I knew it, you had pushed me down onto the desk, my face pressed against the cold, hard wood. Your hand left my pussy only briefly to roughly pull down my panties, exposing me completely. "This is what a real woman looks like," you growled, spanking my ass with your bare hand over and over again, making me cry out in pleasure and pain intertwined. You kept going, harder and faster, until I was squirming uncontrollably beneath you, my whole body humming with need. And
When you finally stopped, I could hardly breathe, my entire body aching for more. But then you were there, between my legs again, your rough fingers teasing me mercilessly, driving me mad with need. You slid them in and out of me easily, your thumb finding my clit, circling it expertly as you thrust harder. "Do you like this?" you growled into my ear, your warm breath caressing my skin. I moaned loudly, arching my back off the desk as I felt the familiar tension building inside me. "I'm going to fuck you now," you told me roughly, pulling out your fingers only long enough to toss aside your own pants. Then you were there, naked and hard against my wet entrance. With one powerful thrust, you claimed me completely, filling me up in a way I'd never been filled before. I cried out as you stretched me, making me feel so full of you, of life itself. You began moving inside me then, your hips slamming into mine with brutal force, driving you deeper and deeper until there was nothing left between us but sweat and desire. As I felt the orgasm building in my core, as if it would tear me apart from the inside out, you pinched my nipple roughly, hard enough to draw a sharp gasp from me. "Do you want this?" you growled, your voice low and rough with lust. And then you pushed me over the edge, relentlessly fucking me as I convulsed around you, my body shuddering with pleasure so intense it felt like pain. As I came down from that incredible high, you slowly drew yourself out of me, leaving me empty and aching for more. But instead of finishing what we'd started in private, you looked at
I moaned, looking up at him hungrily. "No..." I whispered huskily. "Please... don't stop." As he stared back down at me, his expression dark and demanding, I felt a fresh surge of desire course through my body. "Don't leave me wanting," I begged.
The words seemed to ignite something within him, and with a growl of pure animal lust, he thrust back inside me, claiming me once more with brutal force that left us both gasping for air. This time, there was no tenderness; only raw, unrestrained need driving us onward. His hands fisted in my hair, pulling roughly as he pumped his hips against mine, filling every empty space between us with the proof of our passion.
I arched my back off the desk, meeting each thrust with equal force, moaning and pleading for more as we tangled together like wild things caught in an unstoppable frenzy. And then, suddenly, you stopped, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back home, harder than ever before. I cried out at the overwhelming sensation, my body trembling with release as wave after wave of ecstasy washed over me.
With a final groan, you collapsed against my chest, your heavy breathing mixing with mine as we both struggled to catch our breath. For what felt like an eternity, we lay there, entwined and spent, the lingering warmth between us a testament to the intensity of our encounter. And in that moment, I knew... I needed this...with you.
She squirted several times while telling the events, she has her legs soaked. I put my thumb in her mouth and say "I see that you remembered very well that night, my bunny, well done"
As I taste the remnants of our shared passion on his thumb, a shiver runs through me, my body tingling with the memory and anticipation of what might come next. With a satisfied sigh, I wrap my legs around him even tighter, anchoring him to me as we lie together in this strange mix of exhaustion and arousal. "You're... impossible to resist," I whisper against his neck, breathing in the scent of sweat and sex that clings to him like a second skin. "And I don't want to try."