Jane is seduced + dominated by her boss, chapter 1
Jane had been fighting the pull for months, but Jay's charisma was like a drug—his unshakeable confidence, the way he commanded the boardroom with a single glance, his success dripping from every tailored suit. And that smell: a potent mix of sweat-kissed skin, spicy aftershave, and raw masculinity that made her thighs clench whenever he leaned in too close. George? Sweet George was the opposite—kind, but timid, his lovemaking gentle and routine, his cock a forgettable six inches that left her wanting more. *God, why does Jay make me so damn horny? I love George, but he doesn't dominate me like this. Doesn't fill me up, doesn't make me drip just from a look.*
With George off on his business trip, Jay's invitation to lunch at the hotel restaurant felt like fate tempting her. They slid into the booth, Jay insisting on the same side, his muscular thigh pressing against hers under the tablecloth. The place was dimly lit, but the lobby beyond hummed with activity—business travelers, locals grabbing coffee. *What if someone from work walks in? Sees us this close? They'd whisper, know I'm about to cheat. Fuck, that risk... it's making my pussy throb.*
As they sipped wine, Jay's hand landed on her knee, warm and possessive, fingers inching up her inner thigh with deliberate slowness. He traced the hem of her stockings, then higher, brushing the lace of her panties. Jane's breath caught, her nipples stiffening into hard peaks against her bra. "Jay, please... not here," she whispered, but her legs parted slightly, betraying her. His fingers dipped under the fabric, finding her slick folds, stroking her swollen clit with expert precision. She bit her lip to stifle a moan, her hips twitching involuntarily. *He's so bold. George would never finger me in public like this. I'm soaking through my panties—can he smell how wet I am? Guilty as hell, but I need more.*
By dessert, his thumb was circling her clit while two fingers plunged inside her dripping cunt, curling to hit that spot that made her vision blur. "Feel how wet you are for me, Jane? Your body knows what it wants." She nodded, torn—guilt twisting in her gut like a knife, but the thrill of potential exposure, the dominance in his voice, had her on the edge. *Cheating on George... it's wrong. But Jay's fingers are thicker than George's cock. Imagine what his dick feels like. Someone could see us any second—oh God, I'm gonna come right here.* She clamped down on his hand, stifling her orgasm with a fake cough, juices coating his palm.
"Let's get a room," he commanded, withdrawing his fingers and sucking them clean right there, his eyes locking on hers. The taste of her on his lips made her whimper. She hesitated, heart pounding. *No, I can't. George trusts me. But I'm so horny, my clit aches. The lobby—people everywhere. If they see us going upstairs together... they'll know I'm a cheating whore. Fuck, that turns me on even more.* Finally, she whispered, "Yes. Get the room."
In the suite, Jay wasted no time. He shoved her against the door, yanking her blouse open, buttons popping. His mouth claimed her neck, biting hard enough to leave marks as he pinched her nipples through her bra, twisting them until she gasped in pain-laced pleasure. "Strip for me, slut. Show me that married pussy." Submissive now, she obeyed, peeling off her clothes while he watched, stroking the massive bulge in his pants. When she was naked, he grabbed her throat lightly, guiding her to her knees. "Unzip me."
Her hands shook as she freed his cock—it sprang out like a weapon, nine inches of thick, veined girth, the head glistening with pre-cum, balls heavy and shaved. *Jesus, it's enormous. George's is like a pencil next to this monster. I can smell his musk—salty, arousing. My mouth is watering.* She leaned in, inhaling deeply, then took him in, her lips stretching around the fat head. He groaned, thrusting deeper, hitting the back of her throat. "Suck it like you mean it. Choke on your boss's cock while your husband jerks off alone in his hotel." She gagged, saliva dripping down her chin, but bobbed eagerly, her tongue swirling the underside. *I shouldn't love this degradation. But it's making me flood—my thighs are slick. George never face-fucks me like this.*
He pulled out abruptly, strings of spit connecting them, and flipped her onto the bed on all fours. "Ass up, face down." She arched, presenting her shaved pussy, lips puffy and glistening. He slapped her ass hard, the sting making her yelp, then rubbed his cockhead along her slit, teasing her entrance. "Beg for it, Jane. Beg me to stretch this tight cunt better than your wimp husband ever could."
"Please, Jay... fuck me. I need your big cock inside me." He slammed in with one brutal thrust, burying himself balls-deep. She screamed, the stretch burning deliciously as he filled her completely, his girth splitting her open. *Oh fuck, it's too big—ripping me apart. George barely touches the sides. This is what a real man feels like.* He gripped her hips, pounding relentlessly, his balls slapping her clit with each stroke. The room filled with wet, obscene sounds—her sopping pussy squelching around his shaft, her moans turning to guttural cries.
"You love this dick, don't you? Coming all over it like a bitch in heat." His words hit home as her first orgasm exploded, her walls spasming, milking him as juices squirted down her thighs. He didn't slow, flipping her onto her back, hooking her legs over his shoulders for deeper penetration. He hammered her G-spot, his thumb grinding her clit, forcing another climax—her body convulsing, tits bouncing wildly, nails raking his back. *Again? George lasts five minutes. Jay's ruining my pussy—I'll never feel George again. So wrong, but I'm addicted.*
He kept going, positions blurring: missionary with her ankles by her ears, then reverse cowgirl where she ground down, his cock visible bulging in her belly. Orgasm after orgasm ripped through her—three, four, five—each more intense, her voice hoarse from screaming. "I'm gonna fuck you like this every week, Jane. Behind George's back. Turn you into my personal cumslut."
The thought should horrify her, but it sent her over the edge again, her pussy clenching as she came hard, envisioning the secrecy. *No, I can't... but yes. Sneaking around, getting pounded while George watches TV oblivious. He's not alpha enough to compete. Jay owns me now.* Finally, he roared, pulling out and erupting—thick ropes of hot cum splattering her tits, stomach, and face, marking her as his.
Panting, she licked a drop from her lips, already craving more. "When's next time?"
With George off on his business trip, Jay's invitation to lunch at the hotel restaurant felt like fate tempting her. They slid into the booth, Jay insisting on the same side, his muscular thigh pressing against hers under the tablecloth. The place was dimly lit, but the lobby beyond hummed with activity—business travelers, locals grabbing coffee. *What if someone from work walks in? Sees us this close? They'd whisper, know I'm about to cheat. Fuck, that risk... it's making my pussy throb.*
As they sipped wine, Jay's hand landed on her knee, warm and possessive, fingers inching up her inner thigh with deliberate slowness. He traced the hem of her stockings, then higher, brushing the lace of her panties. Jane's breath caught, her nipples stiffening into hard peaks against her bra. "Jay, please... not here," she whispered, but her legs parted slightly, betraying her. His fingers dipped under the fabric, finding her slick folds, stroking her swollen clit with expert precision. She bit her lip to stifle a moan, her hips twitching involuntarily. *He's so bold. George would never finger me in public like this. I'm soaking through my panties—can he smell how wet I am? Guilty as hell, but I need more.*
By dessert, his thumb was circling her clit while two fingers plunged inside her dripping cunt, curling to hit that spot that made her vision blur. "Feel how wet you are for me, Jane? Your body knows what it wants." She nodded, torn—guilt twisting in her gut like a knife, but the thrill of potential exposure, the dominance in his voice, had her on the edge. *Cheating on George... it's wrong. But Jay's fingers are thicker than George's cock. Imagine what his dick feels like. Someone could see us any second—oh God, I'm gonna come right here.* She clamped down on his hand, stifling her orgasm with a fake cough, juices coating his palm.
"Let's get a room," he commanded, withdrawing his fingers and sucking them clean right there, his eyes locking on hers. The taste of her on his lips made her whimper. She hesitated, heart pounding. *No, I can't. George trusts me. But I'm so horny, my clit aches. The lobby—people everywhere. If they see us going upstairs together... they'll know I'm a cheating whore. Fuck, that turns me on even more.* Finally, she whispered, "Yes. Get the room."
In the suite, Jay wasted no time. He shoved her against the door, yanking her blouse open, buttons popping. His mouth claimed her neck, biting hard enough to leave marks as he pinched her nipples through her bra, twisting them until she gasped in pain-laced pleasure. "Strip for me, slut. Show me that married pussy." Submissive now, she obeyed, peeling off her clothes while he watched, stroking the massive bulge in his pants. When she was naked, he grabbed her throat lightly, guiding her to her knees. "Unzip me."
Her hands shook as she freed his cock—it sprang out like a weapon, nine inches of thick, veined girth, the head glistening with pre-cum, balls heavy and shaved. *Jesus, it's enormous. George's is like a pencil next to this monster. I can smell his musk—salty, arousing. My mouth is watering.* She leaned in, inhaling deeply, then took him in, her lips stretching around the fat head. He groaned, thrusting deeper, hitting the back of her throat. "Suck it like you mean it. Choke on your boss's cock while your husband jerks off alone in his hotel." She gagged, saliva dripping down her chin, but bobbed eagerly, her tongue swirling the underside. *I shouldn't love this degradation. But it's making me flood—my thighs are slick. George never face-fucks me like this.*
He pulled out abruptly, strings of spit connecting them, and flipped her onto the bed on all fours. "Ass up, face down." She arched, presenting her shaved pussy, lips puffy and glistening. He slapped her ass hard, the sting making her yelp, then rubbed his cockhead along her slit, teasing her entrance. "Beg for it, Jane. Beg me to stretch this tight cunt better than your wimp husband ever could."
"Please, Jay... fuck me. I need your big cock inside me." He slammed in with one brutal thrust, burying himself balls-deep. She screamed, the stretch burning deliciously as he filled her completely, his girth splitting her open. *Oh fuck, it's too big—ripping me apart. George barely touches the sides. This is what a real man feels like.* He gripped her hips, pounding relentlessly, his balls slapping her clit with each stroke. The room filled with wet, obscene sounds—her sopping pussy squelching around his shaft, her moans turning to guttural cries.
"You love this dick, don't you? Coming all over it like a bitch in heat." His words hit home as her first orgasm exploded, her walls spasming, milking him as juices squirted down her thighs. He didn't slow, flipping her onto her back, hooking her legs over his shoulders for deeper penetration. He hammered her G-spot, his thumb grinding her clit, forcing another climax—her body convulsing, tits bouncing wildly, nails raking his back. *Again? George lasts five minutes. Jay's ruining my pussy—I'll never feel George again. So wrong, but I'm addicted.*
He kept going, positions blurring: missionary with her ankles by her ears, then reverse cowgirl where she ground down, his cock visible bulging in her belly. Orgasm after orgasm ripped through her—three, four, five—each more intense, her voice hoarse from screaming. "I'm gonna fuck you like this every week, Jane. Behind George's back. Turn you into my personal cumslut."
The thought should horrify her, but it sent her over the edge again, her pussy clenching as she came hard, envisioning the secrecy. *No, I can't... but yes. Sneaking around, getting pounded while George watches TV oblivious. He's not alpha enough to compete. Jay owns me now.* Finally, he roared, pulling out and erupting—thick ropes of hot cum splattering her tits, stomach, and face, marking her as his.
Panting, she licked a drop from her lips, already craving more. "When's next time?"
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