Jane is seduced + dominated by her boss, chapter 3
Weeks blurred into a haze of stolen ecstasy for Jane. True to his word, Jay claimed her as his personal sex toy, summoning her at whim—late nights in the office after hours, quickies in his car parked in shadowy lots, even bold afternoon trysts in her own home while the kids were at school and George slaved away at his desk job. Each encounter left her body aching in the best way, her pussy molded to the shape of his nine-inch monster, a constant reminder that George's five-inch prick could never compete. *God, I feel like such a slut,* she'd think, staring at her reflection post-fuck, cum still leaking from her well-used hole. *Guilty as hell—George's the man who built this suburban life with me. But Jay... he gives me what I've craved for years. Raw, dominant sex that makes me come until I black out. I love it, even if it tears me apart inside.*
Jay reveled in the power dynamic, especially knowing George from industry networking events. They'd shaken hands at conferences, chatted about golf and market trends, all while Jay eyed Jane across the room, plotting how he'd turn George's innocent, sweet suburban wife and mother into his cock-craving whore. It fueled him—the humiliation of it all, cuckolding George without him suspecting a thing. "You're mine now," Jay would growl mid-thrust, his thick shaft stretching her tight cunt as she moaned beneath him. "That pathetic hubby of yours can't satisfy you like this. Say it."
"I... I need your big cock, Jay," Jane would whimper, her inner voice a storm of conflict. *He's right—George's little dick barely hits the spot. Five inches of vanilla missionary, done in minutes. Jay's ruining me, and I fucking love it. But the guilt... it's eating me alive. What kind of mother am I, spreading my legs for my boss while my family photos watch from the nightstand?*
One evening, as Jane prepared dinner in their cozy kitchen—the epitome of domestic bliss—her phone buzzed with Jay's text: *Be at my place in 20. Wear that red lingerie George bought you for Valentine's.* Her heart raced, a mix of dread and arousal flooding her veins. She lied to George about a "work emergency," kissing him goodbye with lips that had sucked Jay's cock just hours earlier. At Jay's penthouse, he didn't waste time, bending her over the couch and slamming into her from behind, his hands gripping her hips like ownership marks. "Tell me how much better I am than him," he demanded, pounding slow and deep, each stroke bottoming out against her cervix.
"You're so much bigger... harder... you make me come so hard," she gasped, orgasms ripping through her as his girth split her open. *Guilty pleasure—I'm addicted. George's sweet, but he can't dominate me like this. Jay treats me like his toy, and it feels so right.*
But Jay's real thrill came from the subtle humiliations, dragging George into their games without him knowing. A few days later, at a company barbecue where spouses were invited, Jay cornered them both by the grill. George, oblivious and friendly, clapped Jay on the back. "Great event, man. Jane's been raving about how hands-on you are at work."
Jay's eyes locked on Jane's, a sly smirk curling his lips as he replied, "Oh, she's a real asset. I make sure to give her everything she needs—deep dives into projects, stretching her limits. She's handling bigger responsibilities now, aren't you, Jane?" His voice dripped with innuendo, his hand brushing her arm possessively while George nodded along, proud.
Jane's cheeks flushed, her pussy clenching at the double meaning. *He owns me, right in front of my husband. Asserting dominance, reminding me I'm his fucktoy. George has no idea those 'bigger responsibilities' mean Jay's massive cock buried in my married cunt. It should horrify me, but I'm soaking my panties.* She excused herself to the bathroom, fingering herself quickly to the memory, guilt twisting into ecstasy.
The phone incidents were the worst—or best, depending on the rush. One night, as George called from another business trip, checking in on the kids, Jay had Jane pinned to his desk, her legs spread wide. "Answer it," he commanded, easing his thick cock into her slowly, inch by torturous inch, as the phone rang.
"But... Jay, no—" she protested weakly, but he thrust deeper, making her gasp.
"Do it, or I'll stop." Trembling, she picked up. "H-hey, honey... yeah, kids are fine." Jay grinned wickedly, rocking his hips in languid strokes, his veined shaft gliding in and out of her dripping folds with deliberate slowness. Each push filled her completely, his balls gently tapping her ass, while she struggled to keep her voice steady.
George rambled about his day, and Jay leaned in, whispering, "Tell him how much you miss him... while I fuck you better." He pinched her clit, rolling it between his fingers, sending sparks through her core.
"I... I miss you so much, George," she managed, biting her lip as Jay's pace quickened just enough to build her toward the edge. *This is so wrong—humiliating him behind his back, using me while I talk to my husband. But fuck, Jay's cock feels incredible, stretching me wide, hitting spots George never reaches. I'm gonna come... guilty, but I need this.*
As George said goodnight, Jane shattered, her orgasm muffled into her arm, pussy spasming around Jay's girth as he chuckled lowly. "Good girl. See? You're made for this—craving my big dick while your wimpy hubby chats away." He pulled out, stroking himself to finish across her tits, marking her again.
Later, alone in bed, Jane touched the dried cum on her skin, tears mixing with the remnants. *I love George, our life, our family. But Jay's turned me into his whore, and I can't stop. The guilt burns, but the pleasure... it's everything I've needed. How long until George notices? Or worse, until I don't care if he does?*
Jay reveled in the power dynamic, especially knowing George from industry networking events. They'd shaken hands at conferences, chatted about golf and market trends, all while Jay eyed Jane across the room, plotting how he'd turn George's innocent, sweet suburban wife and mother into his cock-craving whore. It fueled him—the humiliation of it all, cuckolding George without him suspecting a thing. "You're mine now," Jay would growl mid-thrust, his thick shaft stretching her tight cunt as she moaned beneath him. "That pathetic hubby of yours can't satisfy you like this. Say it."
"I... I need your big cock, Jay," Jane would whimper, her inner voice a storm of conflict. *He's right—George's little dick barely hits the spot. Five inches of vanilla missionary, done in minutes. Jay's ruining me, and I fucking love it. But the guilt... it's eating me alive. What kind of mother am I, spreading my legs for my boss while my family photos watch from the nightstand?*
One evening, as Jane prepared dinner in their cozy kitchen—the epitome of domestic bliss—her phone buzzed with Jay's text: *Be at my place in 20. Wear that red lingerie George bought you for Valentine's.* Her heart raced, a mix of dread and arousal flooding her veins. She lied to George about a "work emergency," kissing him goodbye with lips that had sucked Jay's cock just hours earlier. At Jay's penthouse, he didn't waste time, bending her over the couch and slamming into her from behind, his hands gripping her hips like ownership marks. "Tell me how much better I am than him," he demanded, pounding slow and deep, each stroke bottoming out against her cervix.
"You're so much bigger... harder... you make me come so hard," she gasped, orgasms ripping through her as his girth split her open. *Guilty pleasure—I'm addicted. George's sweet, but he can't dominate me like this. Jay treats me like his toy, and it feels so right.*
But Jay's real thrill came from the subtle humiliations, dragging George into their games without him knowing. A few days later, at a company barbecue where spouses were invited, Jay cornered them both by the grill. George, oblivious and friendly, clapped Jay on the back. "Great event, man. Jane's been raving about how hands-on you are at work."
Jay's eyes locked on Jane's, a sly smirk curling his lips as he replied, "Oh, she's a real asset. I make sure to give her everything she needs—deep dives into projects, stretching her limits. She's handling bigger responsibilities now, aren't you, Jane?" His voice dripped with innuendo, his hand brushing her arm possessively while George nodded along, proud.
Jane's cheeks flushed, her pussy clenching at the double meaning. *He owns me, right in front of my husband. Asserting dominance, reminding me I'm his fucktoy. George has no idea those 'bigger responsibilities' mean Jay's massive cock buried in my married cunt. It should horrify me, but I'm soaking my panties.* She excused herself to the bathroom, fingering herself quickly to the memory, guilt twisting into ecstasy.
The phone incidents were the worst—or best, depending on the rush. One night, as George called from another business trip, checking in on the kids, Jay had Jane pinned to his desk, her legs spread wide. "Answer it," he commanded, easing his thick cock into her slowly, inch by torturous inch, as the phone rang.
"But... Jay, no—" she protested weakly, but he thrust deeper, making her gasp.
"Do it, or I'll stop." Trembling, she picked up. "H-hey, honey... yeah, kids are fine." Jay grinned wickedly, rocking his hips in languid strokes, his veined shaft gliding in and out of her dripping folds with deliberate slowness. Each push filled her completely, his balls gently tapping her ass, while she struggled to keep her voice steady.
George rambled about his day, and Jay leaned in, whispering, "Tell him how much you miss him... while I fuck you better." He pinched her clit, rolling it between his fingers, sending sparks through her core.
"I... I miss you so much, George," she managed, biting her lip as Jay's pace quickened just enough to build her toward the edge. *This is so wrong—humiliating him behind his back, using me while I talk to my husband. But fuck, Jay's cock feels incredible, stretching me wide, hitting spots George never reaches. I'm gonna come... guilty, but I need this.*
As George said goodnight, Jane shattered, her orgasm muffled into her arm, pussy spasming around Jay's girth as he chuckled lowly. "Good girl. See? You're made for this—craving my big dick while your wimpy hubby chats away." He pulled out, stroking himself to finish across her tits, marking her again.
Later, alone in bed, Jane touched the dried cum on her skin, tears mixing with the remnants. *I love George, our life, our family. But Jay's turned me into his whore, and I can't stop. The guilt burns, but the pleasure... it's everything I've needed. How long until George notices? Or worse, until I don't care if he does?*
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