Happy holidays bros and sis
Glad to be back, though some updates are particularly difficult to pen down. Lots of emotions at play.
Boss
The evening was tense as Jane stepped into the grand dining room of the boss’s house. The space was posh, set with a long polished wooden table with elegant dinnerware, and dimmed lighting over the room. The aroma of freshly prepared food filled the air, and a private chef moved silently in the background, ensuring everything was perfect before bidding the couple a good evening and left. Before Ivan dropped her off, he had reminded Jane again what she was there for – to live out one of her fantasies. Her willingness to oblige and submit to men sexually had elevated the pleasures she received when she got fucked, and she had grown to love it. Tonight, she would take her submissive nature to another level, she was to pleasure the boss with her body and submit to his every single request. She simply could not say “no”.
Jane sat across from the boss, her black mini tube dress hugged her figure, drawing his gaze repeatedly. His smile was commanding, and his eyes had a sense of authority and lust. He poured her a glass of wine.
Boss: You know, Jane, it’s not every day I get to dine with such a stunning woman. Tell me, does your husband know where you are tonight?
Jane: Ya, he knows I’m spending the evening with you.
Boss: Does he know what kind of evening I have in mind?
She hesitated, sipping her wine to steady herself. The boss leaned in slightly with a playful tone.
Boss: Don’t be shy. I’m sure you’ve told him about me, haven’t you? About how much I’ve been wanting to get to know you better.
Jane: I got mention you… a little.
He chuckled, clearly enjoying the interplay.
Boss: Just a little? That doesn’t seem fair, considering how much I’ve been looking forward to tonight. I imagine he must be a very understanding man. Letting his wife spend the evening in another man’s house… alone.
His words lingered, intentionally stirring the air between them. Jane felt a mix of nervousness and excitement as she met his gaze.
Jane: He trusts me lah. He knows I won’t be here if I am not comfortable.
Boss: Comfortable. I like that. But let’s not forget, I’m not exactly a man who settles for comfort. I prefer… indulgence. And tonight, Jane, I plan to indulge.
Her heart beat rapidly, as the meaning behind his words was clear. Still, she managed to calm herself, as she took another sip of wine.
Boss: Tell me, Jane, do you like this dress? Or did you choose it because you thought I would?
Jane: I chose it for tonight. I thought its nice and appropriate.
Boss: Appropriate? My dear, it’s more than that, it’s perfect. You’ve caught my attention all night. I’d almost feel guilty keeping you all to myself. But not quite.
The food looked exquisite, but the tension across the table made it difficult to focus. Jane had to catch her breath repeatedly, as managing the conversation with the boss and his impeccable command of English against her Singlish was a challenge. Not to mention the weight and connotations behind his words.
Boss: Do you ever wonder what it’s like, Jane? To truly let go? To give everything to someone who knows exactly what you need and how to give it to you?
Jane: I… I think trust is important for that.
Boss: Exactly. And trust is what tonight is all about. You trust me, don’t you?
His voice softened. Jane nodded slowly, her pulse quickening.
Boss: Good. That’s what I wanted to hear. Now, let’s enjoy the food. We have the whole night ahead of us, and I don’t want to rush a single moment.
The atmosphere grew heavier as the conversation continued. With every word, the boss seemed to be testing her boundaries and reactions.
With dinner completed, the boss stood and offered Jane his hand. She hesitated briefly before taking it, feeling the firmness of his grip as he led her out of the dining room. They walked down a softly lit hallway that led to a door framed by intricate woodwork.
Boss: Let me show you something special. A little haven I like to retreat to after a good meal.
He pushed open the door to reveal a wine room that could rival any collector’s dreams. Shelves upon shelves of carefully curated bottles lined the walls, and the faint scent of oak filled the space. In the centre of the room, a small seating area was arranged with leather armchairs and a low table. A subtle glow from dim lighting illuminated the room, giving it a cozy feel.
Jane: Oh wow. I dunno anyone who can have a room just for wine.
Boss: Only the best for moments like this. Sit down, make yourself comfortable.
She settled into one of the chairs as he moved to a shelf, pulling out a bottle.
Boss: This one’s special. A vintage Bordeaux. Perfect for special occasions.
He expertly uncorked the bottle and poured two glasses, handing one to her before taking his seat across from her.
Boss: A toast to an unforgettable evening and good company.
Jane took a sip. The rich flavour spread across her tongue, and she found herself relaxing further, the wine softening her nerves.
Boss: You seem more at ease now. I was starting to wonder if I was too intimidating.
Jane: Huh? No lah, it’s ok.
Remembering what Ivan had trained her for… Jane: You just sounded… different. From other men. So much confidence.
Boss: Confidence comes naturally when you know what you want. And right now, I want to know more about you, Jane.
He leaned forward slightly, resting his forearms on his knees, his gaze steady and focused on her.
Boss: Tell me, does your husband know how sexy you look tonight?
Jane: He… knows I like to dress up.
Boss: And this is definitely the right occasion. You know, Jane, a dress like that deserves to be admired. It’s almost unfair that it’s just the two of us here.
She felt a warmth rise in her cheeks, the wine and his words combining to stir a confusing mix of emotions within her.
Jane: As long as you love it…
Boss: Clever. You’re full of surprises. But tell me, does he ever get jealous? Knowing you’re here, with me? Or with other men?
Jane: He trust me. He knows I won’t do anything I not comfortable with.
Boss: Trust is a beautiful thing. Rare, too. But tonight, Jane, it’s not just about trust. It’s about feeling free. Letting go of everything else, isnt it?
His words hung in the air, the meaning was heavy. She took another sip of wine. The boss had a way of making her feel appreciated, and drew her in with a combination of charm and confidence.
Boss: You’ve got this air about you, Jane. Elegance, beauty and sexy. And tonight, I plan to savour every moment of it.
As the conversation in the wine room grew more personal, Jane’s phone buzzed on the low table. She glanced at the screen and saw my name. Her heart skipped a beat as she reached for it, briefly looking at the boss, who raised an eyebrow but said nothing. She stood up and quickly walked to the corner on the far side of the room, turning her back to the boss.
Jane: (picking up the call) Hi, dear.
Me: Hey, dear! Just wanted to check in and tell you about my day. How’s everything at home?
She hesitated, her eyes shot a glance toward the boss, who had leaned back in his chair, swirling his wine casually. Her mind raced for a response that would satisfy me without revealing where she was.
Jane: Oh, everything’s fine lah. Just relaxing after dinner lor.
Me: That’s good. You sound a bit different leh?
Jane, forcing a laugh: Yeah, just a bit. It’s a long day.
The boss, listening intently, raised his glass to her as if to toast her quick thinking. She gave him a faint, nervous smile before focusing back on the call.
Me: I miss you. Wish I could be there with you.
Jane’s chest tightened slightly at your words, and a slight sense of guilt crept in.
Jane: I miss you too. How’s everything there?
Me: Ok lah, KSL again, the hotel keeps looking older and older every year I come. I won’t keep you too long. I just wanted to check in. The Seoul Garden still there haha, not bad we all eat quite cheap. Miss you though…
Jane: (softly) That’s sweet. Thanks for calling.
Me: You sure everything’s okay?
As Jane spoke to me on the phone, her voice was steady but soft. The boss stood and walked toward her. His footsteps were unhurried.
Me: I miss you so much. It’s not the same without you, if you come you’ll like it, so cheap can eat so much hahaha.
Jane, softly: I miss you too.
The boss reached her and, without hesitation, placed his hands gently on her waist. Her body tensed at the unexpected touch, but she didn’t move away. As I continued to talk to Jane, he slowly pulled her close to his body. Jane swallowed hard, keeping her voice calm.
Me: You sure everything ok? You sound distracted…
Jane: I’m fine lah, just… really tired. It’s a long day.
The boss wrapped his arms around her from behind, his grip firm but not overpowering. She felt his breath near her ear, warm, as he leaned closer. One hand held on to her waist, while the other slowly reached down to lightly feel her buttocks. Her breath hitched, but she masked it with a quick cough.
Me: You’re sure hor.
Jane: Ya lah. Maybe I sleep early tonight.
As she spoke, the boss pressed his lips against her bare shoulder. It was enough to make her pulse quicken. She turned slightly, giving him a brief glance to protest, but his smirk showed no intention of stopping.
Me: Ok ok, let you go rest liao.
Jane: I will. Goodnight, love you.
Me: Love you too.
She ended the call and let her phone drop onto the small table beside her, her body still wrapped in the boss’s arms. She turned to face him fully, her cheeks flushed and her breathing slightly uneven.
Jane: That wasn’t fair.
Boss, grinning: Fairness wasn’t part of tonight’s arrangement. And you lied. You didn’t tell your husband about tonight, about us. About what you are going to do.
Jane: Well, what do you want to do, boss?
Boss, with a wide grin: I want to… do you… you need to be punished for being unfaithful to your husband…
Jane: So naughty, boss!
Boss: And perhaps tell me what you would love to do right now?
Jane swallowed hard: I want to…
Sore
Over the next few days after I returned from my boring company offsite trip, I noticed Jane seemed a little distant. One evening, I leaned in close to wrap my arms around her waist and kiss her neck, she tensed slightly.
Jane, gently pushing my hands down: Not tonight…
Me: Huh, why not? Is everything okay?
She hesitated, her cheeks flushing slightly. Jane: I’m just… sensitive right now. A bit sore la.
Me: Sensitive? Sore from what?
She avoided my gaze and kept herself busy by folding some clothes nearby.
Jane, brushing off my question: It’s nothing, hormones la… After a few days will ok one…
Her vague response left me puzzled, but I could sense something was not right. Something had happened when I was away. Was she sore from another meeting with Jason? Did she meet someone when I was away? That night, as I lay in bed beside her, I couldn’t shake the feeling that there was more to her soreness. It was a dreadful and uneasy feeling.
After she ended the call with me on that Saturday night, Jane knelt on the thick rug in the boss’s wine room. She glanced up at him and he started to undress eagerly. Her heart skipped a beat when he lowered his boxers clumsily. His cock was hardened by this point, making it difficult for him to pull his boxers down. It was when his cock sprung loose that Jane saw just how large his manhood was. The size and length were intimidating, and it kept growing larger and harder. This would be the largest cock she had seen so far, larger than Gary’s or Ivan’s.
Her hands trembled slightly as she reached forward, brushing her fingers along his cock for the first time. It was so thick and warm, and the veins along its surface skin was pulsing under her touch. She paused for a moment, her eyes flicking up to meet his. His expression was demanding.
Wrapping her fingers around his cock, she marvelled at how much his shaft filled her hands. With both her hands wrapping his cock one behind another, his cock head still managed to protrude out of her grip. This has to be what people meant by AMDK, Jane thought to herself. His quiet groan was a confirmation that her touch was having an effect. She tightened her grip slightly, moving her hands slowly up and down, unsure but determined to please him. The smooth skin and solid weight of his cock felt foreign but strangely gave Jane an unexplainable thrill.
Boss: That’s good…
His hand rested lightly on the back of her head. His touch was firm.
Encouraged by his reaction, Jane leaned forward. She pressed her lips to the swollen head, tasting the faint saltiness of his skin. The sensation was unfamiliar but not unpleasant. Her tongue stuck out to explore the cock head further, licking and planting wet kisses on the head. She could feel the boss taking in sharp intakes of breath.
As her lips parted to take him into her mouth, Jane felt the stretch immediately. His girth filled her in a way she hadn’t experienced before, and she had to adjust her angle to accommodate him. She started slowly, sliding just a portion of his cock past her lips while her hand stroked the base. His groan of pleasure spurred her on.
Boss: Take your time…
His hand then pressed gently against her head, urging her to go deeper.
Jane pushed herself to take more of his cock into her mouth, inch by inch. The weight of him on her tongue was heavy, and the sensation of him pressing against the back of her throat was overwhelming. She paused, steadying her breathing as she adjusted to the intrusion. The quiet encouragement in his voice and the tension in his body told her she was on the right track.
Her movements grew more confident as she found a rhythm. Her lips tightened around him as she pulled back, only to slide forward again, taking him slightly deeper each time. Her tongue worked along the underside, tracing the ridges and the sensitive underside of his cock head. The noises he made were low, guttural groans.
Boss muttered: Just like that… good girl… ooh…
Jane felt a strange thrill of submission as she let the boss’s hands guide her. Her hands gripped his thighs, steadying herself as she leaned into his groin. She could feel the power in his legs as his hips began to move. The way he filled her mouth completely and the way his body responded to her efforts sent a wave of heat through her.
Her own arousal surprised her. She hadn’t expected to feel this way. She was excited, even proud of the effect she was having on him. She could feel the moistness between her legs, and her mind was barely registering anything beyond the moment.
When his hips bucked slightly, pressing him deeper into her throat, Jane fought the urge to pull away. She focused instead on relaxing her jaw and throat, trying not to retch too hard and letting him push his cock further down her throat. Her eyes watered from the effort, but the sound of his groan and the way his hand gripped her hair tighter made it worth it.
Jane could feel him throbbing against her tongue, the tell-tale sign that he was close to climax. She tightened her grip on his thighs and let him take control, his hips moving and thrusting against the back of her throat. Each thrust brought him deeper, with his length filling her completely as his breathing grew erratic. Despite her best efforts, she wasn’t able to deep throat him.
Finally, with a low groan, he stiffened. Jane felt the warm rush as he came hard into her mouth. The salty taste of his thick cum caught her off guard. She tried to swallow quickly, not wanting to hesitate or disappoint him. It was not easy with his thick cock still down her throat. He held her in place for a moment, his breathing was heavy as he rode out the waves of his climax.
When he finally relaxed, his hand loosened its grip in her hair. Jane pulled back slowly, her lips were warm and swollen and her breathing unsteady. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, glancing up at him for reassurance. His expression was one of pure satisfaction, a smug smile spreading across his face as he looked down at her.
Boss: You did well.
He extended a hand to help her to her feet. Jane’s cheeks flushed as she stood, her legs slightly unsteady beneath her. The weight of what she had just done settled over her, which was a mix of pride and shame, swirling inside her. She avoided his gaze, unsure of how to process the flood of emotions. As she should. For a man she only knew moments ago, she had already knelt before him, sucked on his raw cock with her mouth and swallowed his huge load of warm cum without hesitation. Yet, as he pulled her closer, she couldn’t deny the thrill that lingered in her chest.
As Jane stood before the boss, adjusting the hem of her tight black tube dress, she felt his gaze roam over her body. The dress hugged her curves perfectly, accentuating her figure in a way that made her feel both exposed and alluring. She knew she’d chosen it intentionally and the lack of underwear added an extra thrill of vulnerability. Her nipples were hardened at this point and clearly visible under the tight fabric.
His hand reached out and his fingers ran along the edge of the dress where it clung to her thighs. The touch was light at first, almost teasing, but it sent a shiver up her spine.
Jane held her breath as his fingers slipped beneath the fabric, brushing against the bare skin of her Inner thigh.
Boss: No panties? I like that.
His other hand came to rest on her hip, pulling her closer. She felt the warmth of his palm through the thin material, with his fingers digging in slightly into her flesh.
Jane gasped softly when his hand travelled upward, cupping her waist and then gliding along her ribs. The friction of the dress against her skin heightened every sensation. His touch wasn’t rushed. It was confident and unhurried, as though he were savouring every inch of her.
He stepped behind her, his chest pressing against her back as his hands explored further. One hand slid down to the curve of her round butt, squeezing gently through the fabric. The other trailed upward, brushing over her stomach before moving to the swell of her breasts. Jane’s breath stopped as his fingers found the top of the dress, tugging it down slightly to expose more of her cleavage.
Boss whispered: You’re so firm but soft.
His lips brushed against her neck, sending a wave of heat through her. His hand slipped down the fabric, fully cupping her right breast. The warmth of his palm against her bare skin made her gasp again, and her body instinctively pressed closer to him.
He squeezed gently, his thumb brushing over her nipple in slow strokes. Her body reacted immediately and her nipples hardened further under his touch. The sensation sent a jolt of pleasure through her, and she couldn’t suppress the soft moan that escaped her lips.
Boss: You like that, don’t you?
His hand moved to her other breast, giving it the same attention. The dress slid lower as he fondled her, exposing more of her skin to his touch. His fingers kneaded and caressed her breasts expertly, leaving her breathless.
Jane’s head fell back against his shoulder as his lips found her neck again, kissing and nibbling along her sensitive skin. His hands continued their exploration, one slipping back down to her bare thigh while the other lingered on her now exposed chest. He squeezed her thigh firmly and his fingers inched toward her inner leg.
Boss grinned: You’re perfect…
His hand slid higher, brushing against the moisture between her legs. Jane’s breath hitched, her knees feeling weak under his touch. His fingers teased her, tracing the folds of her vagina without reaching in, which left her desperate for more.
Jane turned her head slightly, her lips brushing against his jaw as she whispered: Please…
Boss smirked, clearly enjoying her reaction. His hand on her breasts gave a final squeeze before moving to her chin, tilting her face toward him.
Boss: You’re so responsive, I want to touch you all night…
Jane shivered at his words, as her body responded to every movement of his hands. His hands roamed freely over her skin, caressing her thighs, squeezing her hips, and kneading her breasts. Each touch left her craving more, her body arching into his hands as if begging him to continue.
He stepped back slightly, his hands resting on her shoulders as he turned her to face him. His eyes roamed over her, taking in the sight of her dishevelled dress and flushed skin.
Boss: You’re even more beautiful than I imagined!
Jane felt a mix of embarrassment and pride at his words. She stood before him, vulnerable yet exhilarated, as his hands continued to explore her body. The way he looked at her, the way he touched her, it made her feel desired in a way she hadn’t felt.
Jane’s breathing was shallow, her chest rising and falling as she stood before him, trembling under his touch. The thin black dress was now bunched around her waist, leaving her breasts and shaved pussy fully exposed. She bit her lower lip, looking up at him through her lashes. Her eyes gleamed with a mixture of submission and mischief.
Jane whispered: I want to make you happy, boss.
The words were deliberate, and intended to stir the boss’s arousal. Ivan’s lessons echoed in her mind as she let the words roll off her tongue. She was surprised herself she said that, but her own perverted sense of desire seemed to have taken over her senses.
Jane: You can… use me… however you want, boss…
Her boss’s expression darkened with desire, his jaw tightening as his hands gripped her waist more firmly. Jane reached for his hands, guiding them back up to her breasts.
Jane: You like my breasts, boss?
She arched her back slightly, pressing herself into his palms, her nipples were stiff against his warm skin.
The boss was delighted and began squeezing her soft, full breasts again. Jane gasped at his firm grip, which sent a thrill through her.
Jane: I want to be good for you, boss. Tell me what you want, I do it for you…
He tilted her chin up, forcing her to meet his gaze.
Boss: Anything?
She nodded, her cheeks flushing as she whispered: Anything you want boss…
The boss’s lips curled into a wicked smile.
Boss: Then beg me.
Jane’s breath hitched, but she didn’t hesitate, again surprising herself.
Jane, with her voice trembling with both nervousness and desire: I want you, boss… I’m your woman tonight, you can do whatever you want with my body…
The boldness of her words seemed to ignite something within him. His hands roamed her body with renewed intensity, caressing and squeezing her in ways that left her gasping.
Boss: Good girl!
Jane felt a surge of pride at his praise, and her body responded eagerly to his touch. She leaned into him, her lips brushing against his neck as she whispered: I want to make you feel so good you’ll never forget me, boss…
The boss’s hand slid down her back, resting just above the curve of her buttocks. His other hand remained on her waist, steadying her as he leaned in to press his lips against her neck. Jane gasped at the heat of his breath against her skin, tilting her head to give him better access. His lips were soft but commanding, kissing and nibbling at the sensitive spots that sent shivers through her body.
Jane’s heart beat rapidly, her knees feeling weak as his hands began to roam more boldly. His hands now sliding lower to cup her bare buttocks. His fingers dug into her flesh, squeezing firmly as he pulled her butt cheeks apart. Jane let out a soft moan, her body pressing eagerly into his. The hardness she felt against her stomach sent a jolt of arousal through her, and she instinctively rolled her hips, craving more contact.
The boss groaned softly, his hands moving to her thighs and lifting her effortlessly onto the edge of the nearby desk. The sudden movement made her gasp, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist as he positioned himself between them. His hands slid up her thighs, pushing the dress higher until it bunched completely around her waist.
Boss: Look at you! Your pussy looks absolutely stunning.
Jane’s cheeks flushed under his intense gaze, but she didn’t shy away. Instead, she leaned back slightly, supporting herself on her hands as she let him take in her raw, exposed pussy in full view.
Jane: Boss… I’m all yours tonight… you can do whatever you want…
Her bold declaration seemed to snap the last thread of his restraint. He leaned in, capturing her lips in a deep kiss that left her breathless. His hands roamed freely over her body, caressing and squeezing her breasts rudely.
Shortly after, the boss’s hand slid lower, along the curve of her stomach before dipping between her thighs. Jane’s breath hitched as his fingers explored her pussy. Jane’s hands gripped the edge of the desk as he slipped a finger inside her, and the sensation made her moan. Her body tightened around him, her hips instinctively rocking against his hand as he began to move.
Jane whispered: “Oh god, boss…
Her boss watched her closely, his eyes darkened with hunger as he added another finger, stretching her pussy which made her moan louder.
Boss: That’s it. Let me hear how much you’re enjoying this.
Jane didn’t hold back, her soft cries filling the room as his fingers worked her pussy with expert precision. She could feel the heat building inside her, the tension coiling tighter with each movement of his hand.
Jane: Boss… Please… don’t stop.
The boss smirked, clearly pleased with her reaction.
Boss: I’m not stopping until you come for me.
His words sent her over the edge, her body tensing as the waves of pleasure crashed over her. Jane cried out, her nails digging into the desk as she rode out her orgasm, which left her body trembling under his touch.
As the sensations began to fade, she looked at him, her cheeks were flushed and her breathing unsteady. The boss leaned in, brushing a strand of hair from her face as he smiled.
Boss: You’re incredible. But I’m not done with you yet.
Jane shivered at his words, anticipation coursing through her as she realized the night was far from over.
Jane’s body trembled as the waves of pleasure subsided. Her thighs glistened from the aftermath of her climax, her juices pooling slightly on the desk beneath her. Her boss looked down at her with a mix of pride and awe, his lips curling into a wicked smile.
Boss: You made quite the mess, Jane, I didn’t know you could squirt like that.
Jane’s cheeks turned a deeper shade of red, both embarrassed and thrilled by his words.
Jane: All your fault, boss…You make me feel so good ..
He chuckled, standing tall and extending a hand to help her off the desk.
Boss: Come with me. Let’s clean you up properly.
Jane took his hand, her legs still wobbly from her release as he guided her toward the en-suite bathroom. The spacious, luxurious room was illuminated with soft, ambient lighting, and the large glass-enclosed shower stood at the centre. Her boss turned on the water, letting it warm up as steam began to fill the room.
He turned back to her, his hands resting on her hips as he looked her up and down.
Boss: Take off the dress. I want to see every inch of you.
Jane nodded, her fingers trembling slightly as she reached for the fabric bunched around her waist. She pulled it over her head, letting it drop to the floor, leaving her completely naked before him. Her heart raced as his eyes roamed her body, the hunger in his gaze making her feel both vulnerable and incredibly desired.
Boss: You’re stunning. I could spend all night admiring you.
Jane felt a surge of confidence at his words, her lips curling into a playful smile: You don’t just have to admire, boss… You can touch…
The boss didn’t need further encouragement. His hands slid down onto her body, lingering on her breasts before moving to her waist and hips. He pulled her close, their bodies pressed together as he captured her lips in a deep, passionate kiss. Jane melted into him as she stuck out her tongue to engage his in a wet french kiss. Her hands ran over his chest and shoulders, tugging at his shirt to remove it.
As soon as he was undressed, he led her into the shower, and the warm water cascaded over their bodies. Jane jumped a little at the sensation, the heat relaxing her muscles and heightening her sensitivity. The boss grabbed a bar of soap, lathering it in his hands before running them over her shoulders and back. His touch was firm but gentle, and his hands explored the curve of her body as he cleaned her. He then turned her around, pressing her back against the cool tiles as his hands continued their exploration. The contrast between the warm water and the cold surface sent shivers through her, making her gasp as he cupped her breasts and rubbed them hard under the soapy water.
Jane moaned softly, her hands gripping his arms as he leaned down to capture one of her nipples in his mouth. The sensation made her arch her back, pressing herself closer to him.
Jane: I want to make you feel good too, boss. Tell me what you want.
The boss pulled back slightly, his eyes locking onto hers.
Boss: I want to feel you. I want to see if you can squirt for me again …
The boldness of his words made Jane’s breath hitch, and a thrill of anticipation coursed through her.
Jane: Boss, you so naughty… I do my best for you k… But you have to help me…
Claimed
His lips curled into a wide grin as he bent down, his hands gripping her thighs to spread her legs apart. The warm water continued to cascade over her in the shower, mixing with her pussy juice as he leaned in and used his tongue to tease her sensitive folds. Jane cried out, her hands gripping the tiles behind her as his mouth worked her pussy.
Boss: You taste incredible, babe!
Jane’s legs trembled as the boss brought her closer and closer to orgasm. His fingers then joined in, sliding inside her with ease. With his palm facing upwards, he curled his fingers to locate the rough patch in her vagina. This was the perfect spot.
Jane: Oh god!! Don’t stop… please don’t stop, boss!
The boss didn’t let up and continued to finger her. Jane’s cries grew louder, her body tensing as the pressure built within her.
Jane: Boss… I’m so close! I’m going to…!! Boss! Arghh!! Arkk! ARK!
Before she could finish, the tension snapped, and her body convulsed as a powerful orgasm overtook her. A gush of liquid spilled from her pussy, mixing with the water on the shower floor as she cried out his name. The boss gripped her thighs tightly to keep her steady as she rode out the intense waves of pleasure.
When it was over, Jane collapsed into his arms, her body trembling and her breathing ragged. He held her close, his hands running soothingly over her back as he kissed her forehead. Jane looked up at him, her cheeks flushed red and her lips curling into a tired but satisfied smile.
Jane: Boss… you so bad… but makes me feel so good…
The boss laughed and helped her rinse off under the warm water. He then led her out of the bathroom, her skin was still glistening from the shower. Wrapping his arm around her waist, he guided her toward the connected bedroom. His touch was firm, sliding down to cup her bare ass under the towel as they walked. Her towel slipped slightly, and he tugged it off entirely as they entered the room.
The bedroom was dimly lit and had a cosy vibe. A large mirror was hanged on one wall, and perfectly reflected the king-sized bed at the back of the room. The boss positioned Jane in front of the mirror, standing behind her as their reflections became the focus.
He pressed his chest against her back, and his hands slided over her curves. His hands then roamed her body, feeling her hips, her thighs, and the swell of her breasts. One hand cupped her breast, kneading it as his thumb flicked over her nipple. The other moved lower, slipping between her thighs and parted them slightly.
Boss: Look at yourself, babe. See how beautiful you are.
Jane’s breath hitched as he slid two fingers along her slit, teasing her folds but not yet entering. She watched herself in the mirror, her lips slightly parted, her cheeks flushed. The sight of his hands exploring her naked body sent a shiver down her spine.
Boss: Touch yourself. Make me excited.
Hesitating for only a moment, Jane brought her hands to her breasts, mimicking the way he had touched her. Her fingers pinched her nipples, rolling them between her fingers, while her hips instinctively pressed back against his hand.
Jane: I’m so wet already… boss… you are making me crazy.
The boss growled softly, removing his hand from between her legs. He turned her to face him and kissed her deeply, sticking his tongue into her mouth. Jane reciprocated, sticking out her own tongue and allowing his to enter her mouth. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and wet, kissing noises filled the room. It was as if she was frenching her lover, me, but no, it was with this burly ang moh she barely knew. Without breaking the kiss, the boss guided her to the bed, easing her down onto the soft sheets.
He positioned her legs apart, kneeling between them, his hands sliding up her inner thighs. His breath was hot against her skin as he kissed the sensitive clit just above her pussy, teasing her mercilessly. His tongue darted out, tasting her wetness as he spread her pussy wide with his fingers, exposing the insides of her folds.
Jane gasped, her back arching as his mouth and tongue worked her wet pussy expertly. His tongue flicked over her clit, alternating between light, teasing strokes and firm pressure. He also slid a finger inside her, curling it upward to find the spot that made her cry out.
Boss: Call your husband. Let him hear you.
Jane: Huh…?
Jane hesitated, her mind ran wild at the audacity of his request. Despite that, her trembling hands obediently reached for her phone on the nightstand. She dialled and waited for me to pick up.
Me: Dear? It’s late. What’s going on?
Jane: I just… wanted to hear your voice.
Her voice was breathy, strained with pleasure as the boss continued his relentless assault on her pussy. His tongue circled her clit, and she couldn’t suppress the moan that escaped her lips.
Me: Are you okay? You sound… different.
Jane: I’m fine. Just… missing you… only… hhhrrr… hhur
The boss slid another finger inside her, stretching her, and she bit her lip to stifle a cry.
Me: Dear, what’s going on?
Jane: I’m lying on the bed, I think gastric pain again lor…
There was a pause on the line as you processed her words.
Her words broke into a gasp as the boss sucked hard on her clit, sending a jolt of pleasure through her body. The boss looked up at her, his lips glistening with her arousal. He increased his pace, with his fingers and tongue working together. Jane’s breathing grew shallow, and she pressed her hand over her mouth for a moment to stifle a moan.
Jane: I just… I miss you. That’s all.
Me: I miss you too. I wish I was there to help you relax.
Jane: Me too…
Her voice faltered as the boss sucked harder on her clit, sending a jolt of pleasure through her. She dug her nails into the sheets, her legs trembling uncontrollably.
Me: Are you sure you don’t need anything? I could call someone if…
Jane: No! No, I’m fine, really. Just… keep talking to me.
The boss’s smirk widened as he added a third finger into her pussy. Jane’s body was on fire by now. She kept her eyes shut tightly, willing herself to stay quiet.
Jane: I think I’ll sleep better after hearing your voice.
Me: That’s sweet. Just take deep breaths, okay?
The boss grazed his teeth gently over her clit, and Jane nearly dropped the phone. Her body jerked, and a strangled whimper escaped her lips before she could stop it.
Me: Jane?
Jane: It’s nothing. Just… stubbed my toe getting into bed earlier.
Me: Oh. Be careful, okay?
Jane: I will. Mmmm…!
The boss doubled his efforts, his tongue and fingers working as her climax built rapidly. Jane could feel it coming. Her legs shook as she gritted her teeth, her knuckles white as she clutched the sheets.
Me: I’ll let you go if you’re tired.
Jane: No! Stay… Just a little… longe… mm…
Her voice cracked as the orgasm ripped through her, her entire body convulsing as she clamped her thighs around the boss’s head. Her free hand flew to her mouth to muffle the cry that nearly escaped. The boss didn’t stop, lapping up her pussy juice as her body trembled uncontrollably.
Me: Are you sure you’re okay?
Jane: I… I’m fine. Just tired now.
The boss finally pulled back, wiping his mouth with a satisfied look as he watched her struggle to regain control. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, her face flushed, but she forced herself to sound calm.
Jane: I think… I think I’ll sleep now. Thanks for talking to me.
Me: Ok ok, muack.
Jane: Muack.
She ended the call, dropping the phone onto the bed as she covered her blushing face with her hands.
Boss: Not bad. But we’re not done yet.
Jane lay sprawled on the bed, her chest still heaving as she tried to catch her breath. The boss leaned over her.
Boss: You’re not done yet, babe. I want to hear how much you’re enjoying this.
Jane swallowed hard, her cheeks flushed, the rush of arousal still coursing through her. She hesitated for a moment, but the boss’s hand slid between her legs again. As his fingers teased her now slimy pussy folds, and the words spilled out of her mouth almost involuntarily.
Jane: Boss… I love it when you touch me like this… I never felt anything so good.
Her words spurred him on, and he pressed his thumb against her clit, rubbing in slow circles. Jane’s hips bucked instinctively, and a soft moan escaped her lips.
Jane: Your hands feel so good. I want more…
Boss: That’s my good girl. Tell me exactly what you want.
Jane’s breaths came faster, and she reached down, grabbing his wrist, guiding his hand to push deeper.
Jane: I want your fingers inside me…
The boss chuckled, obliging her as he slid two fingers deep inside, curling them upward to stroke her G-spot. Jane arched her back, her nails digging into his arm as her words became more desperate.
Jane: Boss .. I’m so wet for you…
Boss: I feel it, Jane. You’re soaked.
Jane’s head rolled back against the pillows, her eyes half-lidded as she whispered breathlessly.
Jane: I can’t stop thinking about you… Boss…
The boss groaned, his own arousal evident as he kissed her neck, biting gently before moving lower. His lips trailed over her collarbone, then down to her breasts, where he took one nipple into his mouth, sucking and biting just enough to make her gasp.
Jane: Yes, bite me harder… I love it when you’re rough.
Her boldness seemed to excite him even more. He moved back up to her lips, kissing her hard as his fingers worked her relentlessly, his palm pressing against her clit with every thrust.
Boss: You’re so tight, Jane. I want to see you lose control again.
Jane whimpered, her hips moving in rhythm with his hand, chasing the orgasm that was building again so quickly.
Jane: I’ll do anything for you… anything you want…
The boss’s movements grew more intense, and Jane’s body quaked beneath him. Her breathing was ragged, and her words spilled out in a mix of moans and pleas.
Jane: You make me feel so dirty, boss!… and I love it… I love you…
Her words sent a shiver through him, and he leaned down, biting her lip as his fingers plunged into her harder, deeper.
Boss: That’s right. You are dirty. My dirty little toy.
Jane cried out, the edge of her next orgasm rushing toward her with blinding speed. Her legs trembled, and her hands clawed at his back as she gasped.
Jane: Yes! I’m yours… your woman. Use me however you want.
The boss growled, his hand moving faster as Jane’s body tensed. Her head fell back, her cries echoing in the room as her climax ripped through her. This time, her release was even more intense, and a sudden gush of wetness spilled over his hand.
Jane: Arghhhh… ahh… hhhh… ahhhh!
Boss: That’s it, babe. That’s my good girl.
Jane’s body shook as the aftershocks rippled through her, her mind now hazy with pleasure. The boss withdrew his hand, admiring the wetness on his fingers before licking them clean.
Boss: We’re just getting started.
He climbed over her, his body pressing her into the mattress. Without hesitation, his hands cupped her D-cup breasts, kneading them roughly, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. Jane’s back arched instinctively, a cry escaping her lips.
Jane: Boss… I love it when you’re rough…
The boss leaned down to capture her nipple between his teeth, biting hard enough to make her yelp. His hand gripped the other breast firmly, his thumb and forefinger twisting her sensitive peak mercilessly.
Boss: You like this, don’t you? Being used like this?
Jane whimpered, her hands gripping the sheets as her body writhed under him. The boss’s grip tightened further, his hands moving over her chest as though claiming her entirely. He squeezed her breasts hard, pushing them together, his mouth moving between them as he sucked, bit, and licked every inch. Jane’s cries filled the room, her body responding helplessly to the mix of pain and pleasure.
Jane: Don’t stop… please don’t stop.
Her boldness fueled him further. His hands moved down her body, gripping her hips tightly before sliding back up to her chest. He pulled her roughly to sit up, positioning her to face the mirror near the bed.
Boss: Look at yourself. Look how desperate you are.
Jane looked at her own reflection, her face was flushed, her breasts red and marked from his rough handling. It only made her wetter, the sight of herself being used like this sent a fresh wave of arousal through her.
Jane: I’m yours… Do whatever you want to me.
The boss grinned, his hands returning to her breasts as he pressed himself against her back. His fingers dug into the soft flesh again, pulling and squeezing until Jane’s legs trembled.
Boss: That’s right. You’re mine. And I’m going to make sure you remember that.
Jane’s breath hitched as he pinched her nipples hard, rolling them between his fingers until she cried out. The sound only encouraged him, his mouth moving to her neck as he bit down, leaving another mark on her skin.
Her reflection showed the truth, her body quivering under his rough treatment. The boss reached down to tease her soaked pussy again. Jane’s legs opened almost instinctively to grant him access.
Jane sat on the edge of the bed, her breath coming in shallow gasps as the boss positioned in front of her, his eyes fixed on her breasts. He attacked them again. His fingers squeezed her flesh roughly, kneading her breasts like he owned them. The pressure was intense, almost bordering on painful, but it sent a thrill straight to her core. The boss pushed her breasts together, marvelling at their fullness. He leaned in, licking a slow circle around one nipple before sucking it into his mouth. His teeth grazed the sensitive bud, and Jane cried out, her hands gripping his arms for balance.
Jane: Boss… Bite me harder…
The boss bit down on her nipple, his teeth tugging it slightly before releasing it with a pop. He moved to the other breast, giving it the same treatment while his hands continued to knead her soft flesh.
Boss: Your tits are perfect, Jane. Soft, full, and all mine tonight.
Jane moaned, her head falling back as his rough handling sent sparks of pleasure coursing through her.
Jane: Boss… my breasts are yours… do whatever you want with them.
He pushed her back onto the bed, straddling her hips as his hands roamed freely over her chest. His fingers dug into the soft breasts again, squeezing and pulling them.
Jane whimpered, her body arching into his touch. The sensation of his rough hands dominating her breasts was overwhelming, and the mix of pleasure and pain left her aching for more. He leaned down again, his mouth latching onto her nipple, sucking hard as his teeth scraped against the sensitive skin. The boss released her nipple with a wet sound, moving back to admire his work. Her breasts were flushed, marked with redness where his hands and mouth had been.
Boss: Look at these. Look at how beautiful you are like this.
He grabbed her wrists, pulling her hands to her own breasts.
Boss: Show me how you touch yourself.
Jane obediently cupped her breasts, mimicking the rough way he had handled them. She pinched her nipples and kneaded her breasts.
Jane: Like this?
Boss: Harder. You know what I want to see.
She obeyed, squeezing her breasts together and twisting her nipples until she gasped from the sharp sensation. Her movements were awkward at first, but the boss’s intense gaze made her bolder.
Boss: Keep going.
He leaned down, capturing one of her hands with his own and guiding it to press harder. His other hand returned to her other breast, kneading it roughly as his mouth claimed her nipple once more.
Jane: It feels so good… I love the way you touch me.
The boss growled against her skin, biting down harder this time, leaving a faint mark. He pulled back, grabbing her breasts firmly and pushing them together again.
Boss: These are mine, babe. Do you understand?
Jane: Yes… they’re yours.
The possessiveness in his voice only made her wetter, her hips grinding against the bed as he continued his rough worship of her chest. He moved lower, licking and kissing a path down the valley between her breasts before coming back up to lavish attention on her nipples again.
Boss: You’re going to remember this every time you look at yourself in the mirror.
His hands moved in sync with his mouth, squeezing and twisting until Jane’s cries grew louder. Her body writhed beneath him, her pussy was dripping wet between her thighs as the intensity of his touch overwhelmed her senses.
Jane: Please… don’t stop.
Boss: I’m not stopping until you beg me to.
The boss leaned back for a moment, his hands still gripping Jane’s full breasts, taking in the sight of her panting beneath him. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, her skin flushed from his relentless attention. He smirked, leaning down again, this time trailing his tongue over the soft curve of her right breast before sucking it hard enough to leave a deep mark.
Boss: These tits are so perfect. I’m going to ruin them for anyone else.
Jane’s breath hitched at his words, her body responding instinctively as her nipples hardened further. He slid his hands underneath her breasts, lifting and squeezing them together roughly.
Jane: Boss… make them yours…
His smirk widened at her words, his grip tightening as he pushed her breasts together, trapping both nipples side by side. Leaning in, he flicked his tongue across both buds simultaneously, teasing them with quick, sharp licks. Then, without warning, he bit down hard, his teeth grazing the sensitive peaks, making Jane cry out in a mix of pain and pleasure.
Jane: Oh God… yes!!
Boss: You like it rough, don’t you? You love when I play with these fat tits.
He released her breasts, only to grab them again. His hands moulded them roughly, squeezing hard enough to make her wince, but the heat pooling between her thighs told her she didn’t want him to stop. He pulled at her nipples, stretching them slightly before letting them snap back. He leaned back on his knees, motioning for her to sit up.
Boss: Come here.
Jane obeyed, sitting up on the bed with her breasts still heaving from his rough treatment. The boss positioned her so she was kneeling in front of him, her chest at the perfect height.
Boss: Use your tits on me. Show me what they’re good for…
AOT
Jane hesitated for a moment, but the boss’ tone was commanding. She knew what he wanted. She reached out, gripped his fat cock in her hands and pressed her breasts together around him. The warmth and softness enveloped his cock fully.
Jane: Like this?
Boss: Just like that. But be rougher. Don’t hold back.
Taking his words to heart, Jane squeezed her breasts tightly around him, moving them up and down his shaft as he groaned louder. His hands covered hers, guiding her movements as he thrust between her soft mounds.
Boss: God, you’re incredible. Keep going.
Her nipples grazed his skin with every movement, and the sensation sent thrills through her body. She increased her pace, pressing her breasts together as tightly as she could.
Jane: Do you like how my tits feel around you?
Boss: More than you know.
Jane leaned down slightly, licking the tip of his cock as he thrust between her breasts.
Boss: That’s it. Good girl.
Encouraged by his reaction, Jane pressed her breasts together even harder, her movements growing bolder as she worked his meat. His groans grew louder, and his grip on her shoulders firm as he took control, guiding her pace.
Boss: You’re perfect, Jane. Absolutely perfect.
He suddenly pulled back, grabbing her wrists and pinning her hands behind her back.
Boss: Stay still. Let me take what I want.
With her hands restrained, Jane had no choice but to let him take control. He grabbed her breasts roughly, pushing them together as he resumed thrusting between them. His fingers dug into her soft flesh, squeezing and pulling as he used her breasts for his pleasure.
Jane: Yes… use me however you want… boss…
Boss: You were made for this, Jane. Every inch of you is mine tonight.
The boss slowed his movements but his hands still gripped her breasts tightly while his thumbs circled her sore, swollen nipples. He studied her face, her flushed cheeks, her parted lips, and the way her eyes fluttered shut every time he pulled or pinched her.
Boss: Tell me, Jane, does your husband ever touch you like this?
Jane hesitated, her breathing ragged as her arousal warred with her guilt.
Jane: No….
Boss smirked, leaning down to nip at her left nipple before sucking it hard, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh.
Boss: That’s because these tits don’t belong to him. Do they?
Her body tensed, her mind racing. Ivan’s voice echoed in her head, reminding her of what she was supposed to say. Her lips parted, and the words spilled out almost automatically.
Jane: No… they don’t belong to him.
The boss’s grip on her breasts tightened, and he sat back, admiring the way they filled his hands.
Boss: Say it again. I want to hear you say it like you mean it.
Jane bit her lip, her face burning with shame and excitement as she forced herself to meet his gaze.
Jane: My breasts don’t belong to my husband.
The boss grinned, his thumbs flicking her nipples harder, making her gasp.
Boss: That’s a good girl. And who do they belong to?
Jane hesitated, her voice trembling as she answered.
Jane: They belong to you…
Her admission sent a surge of pride and possessiveness through the boss. He leaned down, licking a slow, deliberate line between her breasts before pressing a hard kiss against her sternum.
Boss: That’s right. These perfect tits are mine now. Not his.
Jane: Yes… they’re yours to use… boss…
The boss guided her hands to her own breasts again, his voice commanding.
Boss: Show me how you’ll offer them to me.
Jane obeyed, cupping her breasts and lifting them toward him, her fingers pressing into the soft flesh as if presenting them.
Jane: Boss… my breasts are yours, you can do whatever you want.
The boss growled low in his throat, and raised his hands to cover hers as he squeezed her breasts together roughly.
Boss: I bet your husband never made you feel this good. Did he ever touch you like this? Did he ever make you beg for more?
Jane shook her head, her voice barely above a whisper.
Jane: No… never.
Boss: Of course not. Because he doesn’t deserve you.
He leaned down, biting her nipple hard enough to leave marks before pulling back and smirking at her reaction.
Boss: He doesn’t deserve these. Only I do.
Jane: Only you…
Her voice was breathless, and her body trembled as his words sank in. The boss pushed her back onto the bed, his hands roaming freely over her chest, squeezing and kneading her breasts.
Boss: You’re going to tell me, every time I touch you, that these belong to me. That you’ll never let him have them again.
Jane: I will… I’ll tell you. They’re yours. Only yours.
He pinched her nipples sharply, making her cry out as he leaned down to kiss her roughly.
Boss: Good girl. Now beg me to keep playing with them.
Jane’s voice was trembling and her arousal was clear in every word.
Jane: Please… don’t stop. Please, keep squeezing me.
The boss grinned, his hands moving faster as he squeezed and tugged at her breasts, reveling in the way she writhed beneath him.
Boss: That’s what I thought. You’re mine now, Jane. Every part of you.
Jane’s moans grew louder, her body arching into his touch as his words fueled her arousal. She didn’t care about anything else in that moment, not me, not her guilt, only the way the boss made her feel.
The boss didn’t let up. His grip on Jane’s breasts was almost bruising as he kneaded them roughly, squeezing and twisting her sensitive nipples. She writhed beneath him, her moans mixing with gasps of both pain and unrelenting pleasure.
Boss: Look at you. A perfect sex toy for me to play with. These breasts… this body… all mine.
Jane: Yes… boss…
Her voice was shaky, her arousal climbing higher as he leaned down, taking her nipple into his mouth again. This time, he bit down even harder, sending a sharp jolt through her that made her cry out.
Jane: Oh God!
He chuckled darkly, pulling back to admire the marks he was leaving on her soft breasts. His hands slid up, gripping the top curves of her breasts before dragging his nails down toward her nipples, leaving faint red trails in their wake.
Boss: You’re going to walk around tomorrow, and every time you see these marks, you’ll remember who you belong to.
Jane: Yes… I’ll remember.
He pinched her nipples again, twisting them while his teeth scraped against her other breast. Jane’s body arched off the bed, her moans growing louder as her arousal reached new heights.
Boss: Tell me, Jane. Do you think your husband would recognize these marks?
Jane: No… no, he wouldn’t…
Boss: That’s right. Because he’s not the one who owns you.
Jane: You own me…
Her voice was trembling, filled with a mix of shame and desire. The boss reached down, sliding his hand between her legs, his fingers brushing against her dripping clit.
Boss: And this? Does this belong to me too?
Jane: Yes… all of me…
He smiled in satisfaction, his fingers teasing her folds while his mouth continued its assault on her chest. The sensations overwhelmed her, pushing her closer to the edge with every touch.
Boss: Good girl. Now, show me how much you love being mine.
She whimpered as he slid a finger inside her, then two, and began to finger her. Her arousal was unmistakable, she was dripping wet for him, her body betraying any hesitation she might have had.
Boss: You’re so wet for me. Does your husband ever get you like this?
Jane: (shaking her head) N-no…
He removed his fingers, bringing them to her lips. She hesitated, but the firm look in his eyes spurred her to obey. She parted her lips, her tongue darting out to taste herself as he watched her suck hungrily on his fingers.
Boss: Good girl. Now, I’m going to take what’s mine.
He positioned himself at her pussy entrance. As it was, Jane understood that the boss will be fucking her raw and hence, the use of condom did not even pop in her mind. She knew she needed to satisfy him in every way she could. In the missionary position, the boss’ hands gripped her hips tightly as he began to push his huge cock in. Jane’s breath stopped as her body tensed at the overwhelming stretch.
Jane: Oh… oh my God…
Boss: Relax, Jane. You can take it.
She bit her lip, her nails digging into the sheets as he slid deeper, filling her inch by inch. The sensation was almost too much. It was a delicious mix of pain and pleasure that left her gasping. This was the first time my wife was fucked by an ang moh, and as I would suspect, certainly not her last.
Jane: It is… so big…
He paused once he hit a wall inside her, letting her adjust to his size. Despite filling her completely, his cock had almost an inch still outside her pussy. She panted beneath him, her chest heaving as she clung to him for support. Then, he began to move slowly. Her moans grew louder, her body responding instinctively to his rhythm.
Jane: Oh God… it’s so…
His pace quickened, his hips slamming into her as the bed creaked beneath them. He grabbed her breasts again, squeezing them roughly as he thrust into her harder.
Jane: Yes… yes… argh! Argh! Arrghh!
Her words dissolved into incoherent cries as she felt herself teetering on the edge again. For the next 20 minutes or so, the boss fucked my wife’s pussy relentlessly. The entire room was filled with the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh, and my wife’s short but loud cries. The boss reached down and rubbed her swollen clit with his thumb as he pounded into her.
Jane: I’m going to… oh God, I’m going to…
With a final cry, Jane’s pussy walls clenched tightly as her orgasm consumed her. The intensity of it left her trembling, her body completely spent as he continued to thrust through her release. The boss wasn’t satisfied yet, and Jane could feel it in the way he held her body against his. Still catching her breath, she looked up at him, her flushed face betraying both exhaustion and unrelenting desire.
Before she could respond, he shifted her position, guiding her onto her knees in the middle of the bed. His hands trailed down her back and pushed her shoulders down until her chest pressed against the mattress. She arched instinctively, presenting her pussy to him as he positioned himself behind her.
Jane: Boss… please… take me however you want…
The boss grinned at her submission. On one hand, he gripped her hip firmly while the other hand slid between her legs, teasing her dripping pussy. Then, without warning, he plunged into her again, this time from behind. The new angle made her gasp, and she could feel his cock hitting spots inside her she didn’t know existed. Her moans filled the room again, and her fingers clutched the sheets as he set a punishing rhythm. He grabbed her hips with both hands and pulled her back to meet his thrusts.
Jane: Oh! Oh… god… boss… fucked me hard!
Her words only spurred him on. He slowed slightly, forcing her to feel every inch of him. His hands roamed her body freely, sliding up to grab her breasts as they bounced with each movement. He then reached forward, pulling her up so her back was flush against his chest. One hand wrapped around her throat, applying just enough pressure to make her gasp, while the other slid between her legs to toy with her clit. The boss fucked my wife in that position for the next 10 minutes or so. His grip was leaving marks on her neck, and her face was flushed red. The pleasure as he rubbed her clit, and his hard, unrelenting cock ravaging her pussy, was too much to bear.
Boss: I want to hear you, scream louder!
Jane: Please… oh God, please! Boss!! Huhhh… hhh… argh… arhhh… arghhkkk…
Her desperate cries were the final push he needed. He growled low in her ear, his thrusts becoming erratic as he neared his release. Then, my wife popped the question.
Jane: Boss…
Her breath hitched and her voice was unstable…
Jane: Do you want to come inside me raw?
Lost
As the boss slammed into my wife’s pussy one final time, his body tensed, and she felt the heat of his cum flooding her insides. The sensation sent her over the edge again, her walls clenched around his fat cock as she cried out his name. He held her tightly, burying himself deep Inside her as they rode out their shared climax.
When he finally pulled out, his thick cum trickled down her thighs. She collapsed onto the bed, her body trembling with exhaustion and satisfaction.
Boss: You’re incredible, Jane. Absolutely perfect.
Jane, panting: I… I never felt anything like that.
Boss: Get used to it. This is only the beginning.
The boss watched Jane as she lay spent on the bed, her body glistening with sweat and the mixture of his cum with her pussy juice evident between her trembling thighs. But he wasn’t finished with her yet.
Boss: You’re not done, Jane. Come here.
She turned her head toward him, her chest still heaving as she tried to catch her breath. His shaft stood proudly before her, still slick with their combined juices. Without hesitation, she nodded and pushed herself up, crawling toward him on shaky limbs.
Jane: Boss… anything for you…
Boss: Use that mouth of yours and clean me up. I want to feel how much you love what we’ve done.
Jane knelt in front of him, her eyes locked on his as she leaned forward. Her lips parted, and she took the tip into her mouth, tasting both herself and him. The salty, musky flavour spread across her tongue, making her cheeks flush with arousal all over again.
She began slowly, swirling her tongue around the sensitive head, her eyes flicking up to meet his as she did so. He groaned, his hand tangling in her hair, guiding her movements without forcing them.
Jane, pulling back briefly: Boss… Do you like how I suck you?
Boss: I love it. Keep going, Jane. Show me how much you want to please me.
Her lips stretched into a sly smile before she lowered her mouth onto his cock again, taking him deeper this time. She wrapped one hand around the base of his shaft, stroking in time with the bobbing of her head, while her other hand gently cupped his balls, massaging them tenderly.
Jane, pausing to whisper: You so big, boss… I love the way you fill my mouth…
Her tongue flicked against the underside of his shaft as she slid him deeper, her throat relaxing to take him further. The boss groaned loudly, his hips bucking slightly as she sucked him.
Boss: God, Jane… you’re incredible. No one’s ever done it like this.
Her confidence grew with his praise. She tightened her lips around him, creating a delicious suction as she moved faster. Her hand pumped the base, squeezing just enough to heighten his pleasure. She hollowed her cheeks, wanting to let him feel every inch of her dedication.
Jane: I want you to come in my mouth, boss…
Her words sent a shiver through him. He tightened his grip on her hair, guiding her movements as she quickened her pace. The sound of her slurping, the wetness of her mouth combined with her teasing flicks of the tongue, drove him wild.
Boss: You’re too good at this, Jane. It’s like you were born to be fucked by me.
She took him even deeper, her throat constricting around him as he groaned her name. Tears pricked her eyes and she started to retch hard. Wet, sucking sounds mixed with her gagging, retching noises filled the room. A mixture of saliva and his sticky, pre-cum dripped down her chin. Yet she didn’t stop.
Her free hand moved to his thighs, steadying herself as she sucked him with passion. Her tongue swirled and flattened alternately, finding every sensitive spot to please his cock.
Boss: I’m close, Jane. Don’t stop.
She moaned in response. She maintained her rhythm, her mouth working him expertly as he tensed, his grip on her hair tightening.
Boss: Swallow it all, Jane. Show me you’re mine.
With a guttural groan, he released into her mouth. The hot, salty cum flooded her senses. She didn’t falter, swallowing every drop as her tongue continued to tease him, drawing out every ounce of his pleasure.
When he finally relaxed, she pulled back slowly, licking her lips clean as she gazed up at him with a satisfied smile.
Jane: Did I do well?
Boss: You’re perfect. Absolutely perfect.
He cupped her face, pulling her up for a deep, possessive kiss, tasting himself on her lips. My wife reciprocated and wrapped her arms around his neck, frenching him deeply.
Boss: Let’s get you cleaned up, beautiful.
The bathroom was luxurious, the glass shower enclosure spacious enough to accommodate the both of them with ease. He set her down gently on the cool tiles, his hands lingering on her hips as he turned on the shower. Warm water cascaded down, filling the space with steam.
Boss: Step in, Jane. Let me take care of you.
She obeyed, stepping under the stream as the water poured over her, washing away the evidence of their passion. He joined her, his strong hands immediately reaching for her body, lathering soap over her shoulders and arms with slow, deliberate movements.
Jane: Boss… You so good to me…
Boss: You deserve it. Every inch of you deserves to be worshiped.
His hands slid over her breasts, squeezing and kneading them as the soap foamed between his fingers. She moaned softly, her back pressing against his chest as he kissed her neck, his hands teasing her nipples.
Jane: You will spoil me like this…
Boss: That’s the idea.
After the shower, he handed her a soft towel, drying her off with gentle care. He disappeared for a moment and returned holding a black lace nightgown.
Boss: Put this on. I want to see you in it.
Jane took the garment, slipping it over her damp skin. The lace clung to her curves, leaving little to the imagination as her D-cup breasts and nipples were so obvious underneath the fabric. He led her back to the bed, pulling her down to lie beside him.
Boss: Come here, Jane. I want to hold you.
She snuggled into his arms, her head resting on his chest as his hands roamed over her body. Their legs tangled together, the intimacy of the moment sending a shiver through her.
Boss: Tell me something, Jane. How does it feel to be here with me?
Jane: Feels so good, boss.
He smiled, his hand sliding under the fabric to cup her breast, his thumb brushing over her sensitive nipple.
Boss: And what about him? Your husband?
Jane hesitated for a moment before meeting his gaze, her eyes filled with a mix of guilt and exhilaration.
Jane: When I’m with you… he doesn’t matter…
Boss: You are mine, Jane. Every part of your body belongs to me.
Jane nodded.
Boss: Say it, Jane. Tell me what you want.
Jane: I want to be yours, boss… I want to give you my body completely…
Boss: And what about him?
Jane, hesitating: I love him, but… he can never make me feel so good. Only you can.
Her confession sent a thrill through him, his hands tightening on her hips as he rolled her onto her back.
Boss: That’s what I like to hear.
Lying together in the dim light of the room, the boss’s hands continued to lazily explore my wife’s body beneath the delicate lace fabric. Her breathing was soft and steady now.
Boss: You’re quiet, Jane. What’s on your mind?
Jane: Nothing…
She propped herself up slightly, her hand resting over his chest. Her touch was light, as her lips brushed against his collarbone. He groaned softly. Without waiting, she leaned down, her lips capturing one of the boss’ nipples. Her tongue stuck out, flicking against the sensitive peak before sucking gently. The boss’s body tensed beneath her, a low growl escaping his lips.
Boss, groaning: Ooof, Jane, you’re unbelievable…
Encouraged by his reaction, she moved to his other nipple, giving it the same attention. Her hands roamed over his chest and stomach, her nails grazing his skin just enough to leave a trail of tingling sensation. She licked, kissed, and sucked his nipples with a mix of tenderness and passion that left him groaning.
Her tongue trailed lower, her lips peppering kisses down his torso as she worked her way back to his hips. But before she could go further, he pulled her back up, his hands gripping her shoulders firmly.
Boss: Don’t think I’m done with you yet.
Jane: What else you want to do, boss?
He flipped her onto her back, pinning her beneath him as his hands explored her body with renewed intensity. The lace nightgown was no barrier to his touch. The boss stared down at her, his lips curling into a confident smirk as he traced his fingers along her jawline, tilting her face toward him. She looked up at him, her eyes gleaming with excitement and mischief, her chest rising and falling with anticipation.
Boss: You’re mine, Jane. Every inch of you.
Jane: My husband… never treat me like this before.
Her words sent a surge of pride through him, his hands sliding down to cup her breasts through the lace.
Boss: That’s because you’re my woman now. Isn’t that right?
Jane, nodding: Yah lor. I’m yours, boss…
He squeezed her breasts firmly, his thumb brushing over her sensitive nipple. She gasped, arching her back to push herself further into his hand.
Boss: Say it properly, Jane.
Jane: I belong to you, boss. My body… All for you…
Boss: And your husband?
Jane hesitated.
Jane: He… Can still touch me sometimes…
Boss: Good. Moving forward, you can only be fucked by me, you understand that? Your husband can no longer fuck you. Your mouth and pussy can only be used by me. Say it.
He pinched her nipple lightly, drawing a soft whimper from her lips.
Jane: …
Boss: Got it?
Jane, softly with a hint of guilt: Yes, boss. Only you can fuck me… my… husband… cannot have sex with me any more…
He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered.
Boss: And why is that?
Jane, softly and seductively: Because my body now only belongs to you, boss… Only you can use me…
Her words drove him wild, his hands roaming her body with a mix of roughness and tenderness. She writhed beneath him, her moans filling the room as she gave herself to him completely.
Boss: Make sure your husband cannot fuck you, got that?
Jane hesitated, her cheeks flushing as she nodded slowly. He rewarded her with a firm squeeze of her breasts through the lace of her nightgown, making her gasp and arch into his touch.
Boss: You don’t sound very convinced. Say it again.
Jane: I’m yours, boss. My body belongs to you now. My breasts… my pussy…
Boss: That’s what I like to hear.
His lips found her neck, biting and sucking lightly as his hands roamed over her body. She shuddered beneath him, her breaths coming in short, desperate gasps. She tilted her head back against the pillow, her chest heaving as she caught her breath. Her cheeks were flushed, her body still trembling slightly from the intensity of his actions. She glanced over at the boss, her lips parting slightly as she shifted closer to him, her fingers lightly touching his face.
Jane, whispering into his ears: Daddy… I want to be used again…
As I laid beside her, I knew Jane was sore but from what? I knew something must have happened when I was overseas. I carried that uneasiness and dread for years, thinking she must have met up with Jason again. I was wrong. And this… Was revealed to me in the most dreadful way possible. A series of text messages I saw…
Screenshots
As the phone buzzed with notifications from a past I had nearly forgotten, I couldn’t help but feel a twinge of curiosity. Who was she talking to? What secrets did this phone hold? I scrolled through the messages, my eyes widening as I stumbled upon a conversation that seemed to be between her and someone she referred to as “boss”. The texts grew increasingly flirtatious, and then, my blood ran cold. There they were, the photos. Jane, in various stages of undress, smiling seductively at the camera. The same Jane who was my wife, who had sworn to love and cherish me above all others.
Yet…
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Originally Posted by
MsPiggy
OMG sibeh dua liap!!
Yes, she was and still is quite a handful. The dread was when you think of how she was being fondled and enjoyed by the men… You couldn’t see, you can only imagine, and she was obliging the whole time. Her dressing, even at work, had also taken a turn from conservative to alluring. Probably much to the delight of male colleagues.
Addiction
Why do wives cheat? I often ask myself. Surely I have done something wrong, or short of a satisfactory marriage. Or can it be the allure of forbidden pleasures? The thrill of living another life, a second chance at things. There doesn’t seem to be a simple or straight forward answer. But the moment one goes astray, there are dangers of getting addicted to the lifestyle. Or am I still mistaken to this day?
The boss looked up at my wife. Her words were clear as day, she was inviting him to fuck her again. They sent a surge of heat through him, and he growled softly, his hand gripping her waist and pulling her onto his lap. Her lace nightgown had ridden up, leaving her bare and exposed against his growing cock.
Jane pressed her body against his, her lips brushing against his ear as she continued in a breathy whisper.
Jane: (softly) I want you to use me again, Daddy. Use my body however you want.
The boss grinned, his hands sliding up her bare thighs, his fingers digging into her skin as he positioned her to straddle on his lap. He didn’t need any more convincing. His hands gripped her hips firmly and guided her movements as he pressed himself against her wet pussy and teased her entrance. She whimpered, rolling her hips against him, desperate for him to fill her again.
Jane: (pleading) Please, Daddy… I want you so bad.
Boss: Tell me, Jane. Tell me who you belong to.
Jane: I’m yours, Daddy. My pussy, my body… all belongs to you.
His control snapped at her words, and he thrusted his harden cock into her pussy in one swift motion, drawing a cry of pleasure from her lips. She clung to his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin as he filled her completely.
The boss held Jane tightly against him, her body fitting perfectly in his hands as he kept her straddled on his lap. Her moans were soft but constant, her fingers gripping his shoulders as she began to roll her hips. His firm grip guided her rhythm, slow and deliberate, as if he wanted her to feel every inch of him inside her.
Jane arched her back, her breasts bouncing slightly with each movement. She leaned closer to him, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered between gasps.
Jane: (softly) Daddy… your cock feel so good inside me. So thick and long.
The boss groaned, one hand gripping her waist tightly while the other slid up to cup her breast, squeezing it firmly.
Boss: Look at you, Jane. So eager to please me. Taking my cock so deep.
Jane: (panting) I love it, Daddy. Fuck me how you want… Arrhh… arggh… So much better than my husband.
Her admission sent a surge of pride and dominance through the boss. His hand on her waist moved lower, gripping her hips as he began to thrust rapidly upward into her, matching her movements. Jane cried out, throwing her head back.
Jane: (moaning) Yes! Daddy! Use my pussy like this! Auggh! Argghhh! Arrk!
Her pace quickened, her desperation evident as she grinded down on him. Her pussy juice was making each thrust louder. The sound of her moans, mixed with the slick noises of their bodies, filled the room. In that moment of passion, my wife wrapped her arms around the boss and leaned in to french him, adding wet, kissing noises to her moans. It wasn’t just french kissing, it was deep. My wife was making love fervently with the boss, allowing him to explore her mouth completely while he pounded his fat cock into her married pussy.
Then, without warning, the boss grabbed her hips and lifted her off his lap, her gasp turning into a giggle of surprise. He flipped her around, pressing her chest down against the bed, her hands splaying out to brace herself. He spread her legs wide, positioning himself behind her as he ran his hand down her back.
Boss: You love this, don’t you? Being bent over like this, completely at my mercy.
Jane: (whimpering) Yes, Daddy. I love it. Love being taken like this.
He thrust into her hard, and her cries of pleasure grew louder as she clutched at the sheets. His hands gripped her waist, pulling her back onto him with each powerful thrust. He fucked her in that doggy position for around 15 minutes or so, alternating between gripping her waist and hips, to pulling her hair rudely backwards with one hand. The boss groaned in pleasure, his hands sliding up to squeeze her ass before delivering a firm slap, making her yelp in surprise. His pace then increased as he leaned over her and pressed his chest against her back. He reached around to grab her breasts, squeezing hard and pinching her nipples as he drove her closer to the edge.
Jane: (sobbing with pleasure) Daddy, don’t stop! Please, don’t stop!
The boss complied. He was far from being done with my wife. He pulled her back onto the bed, her body limp but trembling with anticipation. He laid her down gently before climbing over her, spreading her legs and lifting them onto his shoulders.
He entered her slowly this time, savoring the way her body clenched around him. Jane gasped, her hands reaching up to clutch at his biceps as he leaned over her, his hips moving in slow but deep strokes.
Jane: You’re so perfect, Daddy. So much better…
Boss: Better than your husband, you mean?
Jane: Yes, Daddy! So much better… Daddy, you don’t do gym business already. Next time just do me instead…
Her words drove him wild, and he began to thrust harder, his pace quickening as her cries filled the room. She arched her back, her breasts pressing against his chest as she begged him for more. Her pleas pushed him to the edge, and he gripped her thighs tightly as he pounded into her mercilessly. Jane’s nails dug into his skin, her body trembling as she reached her orgasm. Her cries of ecstasy echoed around them as she recovered from the intense pleasures.
The boss held Jane close, her body still trembling from the sensations he had just unleashed in her. His lips brushed against her ear as he spoke in a low, commanding tone.
Boss: Jane, I want to claim every part of you.
She shivered at his words, her body responding instinctively even before her mind caught up. She felt the heat rising in her cheeks as she processed what he meant. The thought of giving herself to him completely sent a mix of apprehension and thrill coursing through her.
Jane: (softly) Daddy… you want all of me?
Boss: (grinning) Every inch, Jane. You’ll love it. Trust me.
The Boss placed his hands firmly on Jane’s shoulders, guiding her to turn around to face the bed. His touch was commanding, leaving her no room for hesitation. She felt the soft mattress beneath her as he pushed her down, her breasts pressing against the bed. With one hand, he urged her to lower her head, her cheek resting against the fabric, while his other hand adjusted her hips, lifting her ass higher.
Now on all fours, Jane’s back arched instinctively, her body responding to his silent commands. The position left her pussy and ass fully exposed. She was undeniably aroused with her hips raised as though presenting herself fully to him as he positioned behind her. My wife was so irresistibly sexy in that position, and the boss wasted no time and pressed himself onto my wife. She gasped and tried turning around.
Jane: Boss! But… But I… already let you fuck my mouth and pussy already…
A photo I found on her old phone, taken sometimes around this set of events. Apparently the photo was taken by someone standing behind her. Likely to be the boss.
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titan
she’s hot, please update soon! just up your points too!
Thank you for the points, bro. I sincerely wanted to share the experience I had over the years. She is hot indeed, though I don’t know if that is a compliment as she was enjoyed by other men…
She was oogled at, teased and most certainly fucked in different circumstances. But I have to admit her gym sessions have to be the hottest.
