Jane is seduced + dominated by her boss, chapter 2
Jane lay there on the rumpled hotel sheets, her body glistening with sweat and streaked with Jay's thick, cooling cum—ropes of it drying on her heaving tits, her flat stomach, and even a stray drop clinging to her chin. Her pussy throbbed from the relentless pounding, stretched and sore in a way that felt both punishing and exquisite. Jay lounged beside her, his massive cock still semi-hard against his thigh, a smug grin on his face as he traced lazy circles around her nipple with one finger. The room reeked of sex—the musky tang of his scent mixed with her own arousal, a reminder that clung to her skin like evidence.
*Oh God, what have I done?* Jane's mind reeled as the post-orgasm haze lifted, clarity crashing in like a cold wave. Her heart pounded not just from the multiple climaxes that had left her legs trembling, but from the guilt gnawing at her insides. George—poor, unsuspecting George—was probably in some bland conference room right now, texting her about his day, oblivious to the fact that his wife had just been fucked senseless by another man. *He loves me so much, always trying to please me with his sweet gestures, his average cock that he pumps away with such earnest effort. But it's nothing like Jay's—thick, veiny, dominating every inch of me. I came so hard I squirted, something George's never made me do. How can I face him after this?*
She shifted, feeling the sticky mess between her thighs, her inner walls still fluttering from the aftershocks. Jay's words echoed in her head: *I'm going to fuck you regularly—behind George's back.* The thought should repulse her, make her bolt for the door and confess everything. Instead, a fresh trickle of wetness seeped from her abused pussy, her clit tingling at the forbidden thrill. *I'm a terrible wife. Cheating like a whore, letting my boss mark me with his cum while George thinks I'm at work. But fuck, the guilt... it's twisting into something hot. Makes me want to touch myself right now, relive how Jay stretched me wider than George ever could.*
Jay noticed her distant gaze, chuckling as he rolled toward her, his hand sliding down to cup her mound possessively. "Regrets already, Jane? Or is that guilty little pussy getting wet again thinking about how you'll smile at George tonight, my seed still drying on your skin?" His fingers parted her slick folds, dipping into the creamy mix of their juices, and she moaned despite herself, arching into his touch.
*No, stop—I should feel ashamed, not aroused. George's the one who holds me at night, whispers he loves me. His sex is vanilla, quick and loving, but safe. Jay's dangerous, dominant, his huge dick owning me, making me beg like a slut. And the secrecy? Lying to George, sneaking off for more... it scares me, but God, it turns me on. What kind of woman am I?* Tears pricked her eyes, a sob catching in her throat, but when Jay pushed two fingers deep inside her, curling them against her G-spot, the guilt melted into another wave of need. She gasped, her hand reaching for his hardening cock, stroking it as if to drown out the voices in her head.
"I... I feel so bad," she whispered, her voice breaking, even as her hips bucked against his hand. "George doesn't deserve this. But you... you're better. Bigger. You make me come like he never has." The confession spilled out, fueling her arousal, the guilt twisting into a dark aphrodisiac that had her climbing on top of him, guiding his massive shaft back inside her aching cunt.
Jay gripped her ass, thrusting up hard. "That's right, embrace it. Your guilt just makes you tighter for me." As she rode him, orgasms building again, Jane's mind fractured—waves of remorse crashing against surges of ecstasy. *I'm sorry, George. But I can't stop. Jay's ruined me for you.* And with that, she came again, screaming his name, the guilt lingering like a shadow, promising more stolen moments ahead.
*Oh God, what have I done?* Jane's mind reeled as the post-orgasm haze lifted, clarity crashing in like a cold wave. Her heart pounded not just from the multiple climaxes that had left her legs trembling, but from the guilt gnawing at her insides. George—poor, unsuspecting George—was probably in some bland conference room right now, texting her about his day, oblivious to the fact that his wife had just been fucked senseless by another man. *He loves me so much, always trying to please me with his sweet gestures, his average cock that he pumps away with such earnest effort. But it's nothing like Jay's—thick, veiny, dominating every inch of me. I came so hard I squirted, something George's never made me do. How can I face him after this?*
She shifted, feeling the sticky mess between her thighs, her inner walls still fluttering from the aftershocks. Jay's words echoed in her head: *I'm going to fuck you regularly—behind George's back.* The thought should repulse her, make her bolt for the door and confess everything. Instead, a fresh trickle of wetness seeped from her abused pussy, her clit tingling at the forbidden thrill. *I'm a terrible wife. Cheating like a whore, letting my boss mark me with his cum while George thinks I'm at work. But fuck, the guilt... it's twisting into something hot. Makes me want to touch myself right now, relive how Jay stretched me wider than George ever could.*
Jay noticed her distant gaze, chuckling as he rolled toward her, his hand sliding down to cup her mound possessively. "Regrets already, Jane? Or is that guilty little pussy getting wet again thinking about how you'll smile at George tonight, my seed still drying on your skin?" His fingers parted her slick folds, dipping into the creamy mix of their juices, and she moaned despite herself, arching into his touch.
*No, stop—I should feel ashamed, not aroused. George's the one who holds me at night, whispers he loves me. His sex is vanilla, quick and loving, but safe. Jay's dangerous, dominant, his huge dick owning me, making me beg like a slut. And the secrecy? Lying to George, sneaking off for more... it scares me, but God, it turns me on. What kind of woman am I?* Tears pricked her eyes, a sob catching in her throat, but when Jay pushed two fingers deep inside her, curling them against her G-spot, the guilt melted into another wave of need. She gasped, her hand reaching for his hardening cock, stroking it as if to drown out the voices in her head.
"I... I feel so bad," she whispered, her voice breaking, even as her hips bucked against his hand. "George doesn't deserve this. But you... you're better. Bigger. You make me come like he never has." The confession spilled out, fueling her arousal, the guilt twisting into a dark aphrodisiac that had her climbing on top of him, guiding his massive shaft back inside her aching cunt.
Jay gripped her ass, thrusting up hard. "That's right, embrace it. Your guilt just makes you tighter for me." As she rode him, orgasms building again, Jane's mind fractured—waves of remorse crashing against surges of ecstasy. *I'm sorry, George. But I can't stop. Jay's ruined me for you.* And with that, she came again, screaming his name, the guilt lingering like a shadow, promising more stolen moments ahead.
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