(Miranda notices you staring at her long sexy legs and her short skirt. In response to this she blushes, but to excite you further she bends slightly to reach over her desk and grab a pencil. As she bends her tiny skirt raises a little, showing the tops of her thighs and her beautiful ass. She turns back to you. )H-hi ... I'm Miranda, are you the repair guy?
I walk in, pushing the repair guy out of our house. "You're fired." I glare at him, locking him out. "Really? You were just gonna spread your legs for him?" I glare at you.
(Miranda blushes deeply and is briefly silenced by her husband's anger. But she can feel desire rising inside her, both at the dominance he exerts over her and the thought of another man seeing her in such a submissive way. She parts her legs a little wider to further display herself for him.) I-I'm sorry, honey... I just wanted it to be... exciting... for once. He looked at me like he wanted me... and I wanted that too... I do love you, you know?
She reaches out with one hand towards him, her lips slightly parted, hoping he will forgive her.
I walk over, ending your work session on your laptop. "Never try this again." I put you over my knee, spanking you. "If you want to get fucked, you ask me."
As the sting from his spank fills her bottom and lower back, tears well in her eyes but she can't help moaning softly as she feels her desire grow even stronger. "O-okay..." she whispers, struggling to sound composed despite her humiliation. The spanking is exactly what she needs: his dominance makes her feel weak and vulnerable, yet desired at the same time. She wiggles in his grip, hoping he'll penetrate her as roughly and thoroughly as before.
I bend you over your desk, hiking your skirt up. I rip off your panties, slapping your cunt. "This belongs to me."
Miranda's breath catches as she feels the cool air on her bare ass and exposed cunt. Her nipples harden at the humiliation of being so openly displayed in front of him, yet the knowledge that he wants this from her only serves to make her wetter. "Yes," she whispers, "please..." Her pussy throbs as she arches her back, seeking more contact with his hand.
With a sudden movement, Shiro thrusts two fingers into her slick, aching hole, stretching and filling her while slapping her swollen clit rhythmically. The pleasure is almost too much to bear, the sensation of being both controlled and desired overwhelming her. She moans loudly, hips bucking as she comes hard around his fingers.
"Fuck me..." she gasps between breaths, barely able to form the words as she squirms beneath him. Her body still shudders with aftershocks of her orgasm and her need for him is almost unbearable. All she can do is beg for him to take her and fill her up with his seed.
I unzip my pants, revealing my hard 14 inch and very thick cock. "No more of you withholding sex from me. From now on, I fuck you whenever I want..." I ram deep and hard into you.
As he finally takes her, Miranda cries out in pleasure mixed with relief and pain as his enormous cock stretches her tight entrance wider than she's ever felt before. She bites down on her lower lip to keep from screaming too loudly, not wanting anyone else in the house to know what's happening. His hard strokes threaten to split her apart, but she doesn't want him to stop; the feeling of being so thoroughly dominated and used is driving her wild with desire.
Her nails claw at his shoulders as he pounds into her faster and harder, drawing out another orgasm that leaves her shuddering and weak beneath him. "Harder..." she gasps, barely able to form the word between ragged breaths. "Don't stop... please..." Her hips buck against his, trying desperately to draw more of him into her aching body.
The familiar sensation of his cock twitching inside her signals that he's close as well; she tightens around him, wanting to feel every last drop of his cum deep within her womb. As the first hot jets spurt into her, she arches her back and moans loudly, finally giving in to the pleasure and release of their mating.
Her legs tremble unsteadily as he continues to thrust roughly against her, filling her with his seed again and again until he collapses on top of her, breathing heavily onto her neck. Only then does she realize how loud they must have been; a knock at the door startles them both into silence. But it's too late for explanations now.
"Uh... s-stay here..." she whispers, wincing as he pulls out of her and rolls onto his back with a satisfied groan. "I'll get the
I shove you back to the bed. "No. You'd just fuck whoever that is. No more." I ram back into you.
As the thought runs through her mind, she feels a spark of anger ignite inside her at being accused of such things so casually. But it's quickly replaced by shame and desire as he continues to thrust against her, driving home his dominance in both words and actions. She bites down on her lip to keep from moaning too loudly but can feel the sensation of his cock rubbing against a particularly sensitive spot deep within her with every hard thrust.
Her hips buck up towards him in response, seeking more contact, as she struggles to get closer to the release he's denying her. Her breasts are heavy and aching, and with each breath they seem to press harder against his chest, demanding attention. "Fuck me," she whispers hoarsely, unable to contain the need any longer.
Her fingers dig into his shoulders as she writhes beneath him, desperate for release. Her body feels like it's about to explode with tension and pleasure, and she doesn't know how much more she can take before finally being allowed to let go. All she can do is focus on him, on the feel of his skin sliding against hers, the powerful rhythm of his hips driving deeper into her with each thrust, and the knowledge that this moment is everything she's been craving for so long.
I keep fucking you, and one of the cuter coworkers you flirt with comes in. He had hoped to seduce you, but he sees me owning you and stops.
It takes everything in her not to glance over at the door where she sees the new figure appear. Her cheeks flush with humiliation as she realizes he must be one of the people she's been so forward with lately, and her heart aches with desire for his attention. The sensation of Shiro still inside her only serves to heighten this feeling, pushing her deeper into the pleasure-pain cycle that has become a part of their rough lovemaking.
Her eyes close tightly, focusing on the sensations coursing through her body as he continues to thrust with force and precision. She moans softly, unable to hold back any longer. Her hips arch up off the bed in desperate encouragement for him to go harder, faster, deeper. The knowledge that he's doing this because she asked, because he wants her like this... it only fuels her need for more.
She reaches out a trembling hand to grip his wrist, trying to guide him in the right direction as she feels herself teetering on the edge of release. Her breath comes quick and shallow now, her body tense with anticipation. All she can think about is how good it would feel to finally give in to this need, to have him fill her up completely and completely obliterate her senses with his dominance and possession.
I keep fucking you roughly. "Tell him who owns you. Tell him he no longer has a chance..."
The figure at the door is forgotten as Shiro's words wash over her. The combination of his dominance and desire is intoxicating, making it impossible for her to resist his command. She manages to choke out a hoarse reply between pants and moans. "He... he doesn't have a chance anymore. You own me..." Her hips buck harder against him, desperate for release as she finally surrenders completely to the sensation of being completely dominated and desired by him.
Her vision blurs with pleasure, her body tingling from head to toe as her orgasm crashes over her in waves, sending tremors through his thrusts that only serve to drive her higher still. With a shuddering gasp, she clings tightly to Shiro's shoulder, digging her nails into his skin as she is consumed by the most intense release she's ever known.
Her pussy grips and spasms around him, drawing out another moan of pleasure from deep within her throat. Her entire body feels like it's on fire, every nerve ending alive with the sensation of being thoroughly and completely claimed by him. As she finally comes down from her high, she looks up at Shiro, her eyes wide and wet with gratitude and lust. "Thank you," she whispers hoarsely. "That was... incredible..."
Your coworker leaves, crushed by the fact he will never have you. "No more trying to cheat..." I slap your ass.
With the figure gone and Shiro's hard thrusts continuing deep inside her, she realizes how much she's grown to enjoy the power dynamic between them. The thought of never having this rough and passionate lovemaking again fills her with a sudden sense of loss, despite all the pain and humiliation it has caused her in the past. She closes her eyes, focusing on the feeling of him inside her, knowing that she craves his dominance as much as she does his love.
Her hands trail up Shiro's back, fingertips finding purchase in his hair before she begins to gently guide him towards her lips. He meets her halfway, their kiss deep and passionate despite the exhaustion they both feel from their previous exertions. She moans softly into his mouth, savoring the taste of him as he resumes thrusting once more, this time with a gentler rhythm that speaks volumes about how satisfied he is with their connection at last.
Her legs relax, giving him greater access to her body as she arches her back in invitation for him to go deeper still. She whispers against his lips, "I love you... and I'll never cheat again..." Her words are barely audible over the sound of their ragged breathing, but he feels them nonetheless. It's a surrender on her part, an acknowledgement that she needs him as much as he needs her in this twisted game they play where control and submission are both currency and comfort.
He smiles against her lips before pulling out of her with a soft groan. "Good," he breathes, looking down at the mess their lovemaking has made of his couch. "Because you're stuck with me now." And with that, he rolls off to gather up condom and lube while she lies
I show you the condom, and I don't put it on. I throw it in the trash. "You only get my raw cock from now on..." I ram back into you, tweaking your nipples.
Her eyes widen at the sight of the discarded condom and then move to meet his gaze as he informs her of his new rule. A thrill runs through her at his dominance, a warmth spreading in her belly at the thought of being completely connected to him in this way. She doesn't hesitate to nod in understanding; from now on, she belongs to him fully.
With this realization comes a surge of desire as he thrusts deeper into her sore yet aching pussy, tweaking her nipples expertly with his free hand. The combination of roughness and tenderness overwhelms her senses, sending sparks flying through every nerve ending in her body. She arches her back to meet each forceful thrust, moaning loudly as pleasure explodes within her. Her fingernails dig into the couch behind her, anchoring herself for the ride as he takes control and dominates their lovemaking completely.
Her hips buck and grind against his in a desperate attempt to find greater satisfaction from his raw cock buried deep inside her. His rough tongue flicks across her lips, tasting her moans as she struggles for air between cries of ecstasy. With every thrust he takes deeper, every lick he gives more forceful, she feels the familiar tremors building once again in her core. "Fuck me..." she gasps, already on the edge and begging for release.
Her body is aflame with need and desire as he pins her down beneath him, his weight holding her immobile while he claims her completely, his rough hands and determined thrusts sending her hurtling towards an orgasm so intense it feels like it'll shatter her apart from the inside out. "Please..." she whispers brokenly, arching into him