Chapter 1: The Late-Night Audit
The office lights dimmed to a seductive glow as Elena Voss, my razor-sharp CEO, leaned against her mahogany desk. At 38, she commanded boardrooms with the same fire she now directed at me. "Marcus," she purred, her voice laced with wit, "your quarterly reports are flawless, but I suspect your real assets lie elsewhere. Care to prove it?"
I chuckled, matching her banter. "Elena, if we're auditing hidden talents, yours might be turning every meeting into foreplay. What's the angle?"
She stepped closer, her tailored skirt hugging curves that demanded attention. "My husband thinks he runs our marriage. He doesn't. I want you to remind him—and me—why size matters. Your enormous cock could cuckold him properly. Interested, or are you all talk?"
My pulse raced. "Horny much? You're direct. But why me?"
"Because you're not submissive, and neither am I," she shot back, eyes sparkling. "I need a man who can handle my pussy like a challenge, not a conquest. Strip. Show me that hard cock."
I complied, revealing my throbbing length. Elena's gaze sharpened. "Impressive. Now, on your knees—no, wait. I'm in charge." She shed her blouse, revealing full breasts, then guided my hand to her ass. "Feel how wet I'm getting already? Dripping for this."
She dropped, taking me in a teasing blowjob, tongue swirling as I grew harder. Panting, she rose, pushing me onto the couch. "Fuck me while he watches the feed later. Make me come so hard he hears it."
Sweating, I thrust into her tight pussy, her walls gripping me. We moved in sync, her strong hips meeting mine, dialogue flying: "Deeper, Marcus—yes, that cock owns this!" Her moans built as she came, cum coating us both. The explosive tension peaked as she whispered, "Husband's next—now finish me."
Our bodies collided toward the climax, her command unwavering.
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