Jane is seduced + dominated by her boss, chapter 4
Fuck, the power rush is intoxicating—dominating Jane, George's pristine little suburban wife, bending her to my will like the eager slut she truly is beneath that innocent facade. Every time I summon her, she comes running, her pussy already dripping at the thought of my nine-inch cock claiming what her husband's pitiful five-incher could never touch. I own her now, body and soul, turning her into my personal cum dumpster, and the best part? George, that oblivious beta cuck, has no fucking clue. He shakes my hand at events, chats about the weather, while I smirk, knowing I've just flooded his wife's tight cunt with my seed, sending her home to him reeking of my musk, her thighs sticky with my load.
God, I love that idea—pumping her full of my thick, hot cum, load after massive load, until she's overflowing, then zipping her up and patting her ass as she heads back to her clueless hubby. "Go home to George now, Jane," I'll growl, my voice thick with satisfaction as I watch her squirm, feeling my semen sloshing inside her. "Let him kiss those pretty lips that were just wrapped around my cock, sucking me dry like a good whore. Feel his tongue in your mouth, knowing it was mine you deepthroated hours ago." The thought makes my dick twitch—her driving home, clenching her legs to keep my cum from leaking onto the seat, arriving to peck George on the cheek, all sweet and domestic, while my essence drips down her inner thighs. He's so blind, probably thinking her flushed cheeks are from a long day at work, not from the multiple orgasms I wrung out of her screaming body.
And oh, the humiliation peaks when I push it further. "Tonight, make him eat you out," I'll command, my fingers still buried in her sopping folds, stirring the creamy mess I've left behind. "Spread your legs for him like the loving wife you are, let his tongue lap at your clit, unknowingly tasting my cum mixed with your juices. Tell him how good it feels, how wet you are for him, while you remember it's my load he's swallowing." Fuck, that image—George on his knees, eagerly pleasing her, his small dick straining uselessly, as he cleans up my superior seed without a hint of suspicion. It drives me wild, my desires darkening with each encounter. I crave escalating it, marking her deeper, humiliating him more subtly—maybe slipping a hand under the table at the next dinner party, fingering her while George prattles on, or texting her mid-family movie night to describe how I'll fuck her next.
Jane's guilt? It's fuel to my fire, twisting her submission into something addictive, making her beg for more even as tears streak her face. But me? No remorse—just pure, sadistic pleasure in cuckolding George, asserting my dominance as the alpha who takes what he wants. His wife, his life—it's all my playground now, and I'll keep filling her up, sending her back marked and owned, until the day he finally suspects... or maybe he never does, and that's the sweetest victory of all.
God, I love that idea—pumping her full of my thick, hot cum, load after massive load, until she's overflowing, then zipping her up and patting her ass as she heads back to her clueless hubby. "Go home to George now, Jane," I'll growl, my voice thick with satisfaction as I watch her squirm, feeling my semen sloshing inside her. "Let him kiss those pretty lips that were just wrapped around my cock, sucking me dry like a good whore. Feel his tongue in your mouth, knowing it was mine you deepthroated hours ago." The thought makes my dick twitch—her driving home, clenching her legs to keep my cum from leaking onto the seat, arriving to peck George on the cheek, all sweet and domestic, while my essence drips down her inner thighs. He's so blind, probably thinking her flushed cheeks are from a long day at work, not from the multiple orgasms I wrung out of her screaming body.
And oh, the humiliation peaks when I push it further. "Tonight, make him eat you out," I'll command, my fingers still buried in her sopping folds, stirring the creamy mess I've left behind. "Spread your legs for him like the loving wife you are, let his tongue lap at your clit, unknowingly tasting my cum mixed with your juices. Tell him how good it feels, how wet you are for him, while you remember it's my load he's swallowing." Fuck, that image—George on his knees, eagerly pleasing her, his small dick straining uselessly, as he cleans up my superior seed without a hint of suspicion. It drives me wild, my desires darkening with each encounter. I crave escalating it, marking her deeper, humiliating him more subtly—maybe slipping a hand under the table at the next dinner party, fingering her while George prattles on, or texting her mid-family movie night to describe how I'll fuck her next.
Jane's guilt? It's fuel to my fire, twisting her submission into something addictive, making her beg for more even as tears streak her face. But me? No remorse—just pure, sadistic pleasure in cuckolding George, asserting my dominance as the alpha who takes what he wants. His wife, his life—it's all my playground now, and I'll keep filling her up, sending her back marked and owned, until the day he finally suspects... or maybe he never does, and that's the sweetest victory of all.
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