Chapter 114 Vignette 100
“Do you want me to put it in your asshole?" He asked, slamming my pussy like that was my punishment.
It was.
It was my punishment for being too hot. For having round full boobs and thick ass.
I moaned, gripping the office table tighter.
So tight my finger nails nearly broke.
He pounded my cunt.
I screamed.
Thank goodness the office was soundproof, else everyone would have known about me fucking my boss.
Well…not just my boss anymore.
He was my husband now.
The previous night was our wedding night and God.
It was hell and heaven put together.
My pussy bore everything…all the hard and rough thrusts.
And my waist?
They still hurt from how he bent me in half and took that fat cock of his deep inside my pussy.
I had screamed so loud, the security came knocking at our door to check what was happening.
And that was the greatest mistake he committed because that became his last day on duty.
My husband fired him for interrupting.
And after going on multiple rides that night, he bruised my throat with his cock.
I was just washing up, trying to avoid water from touching the bruises and hickeys he'd left on my skin. But then he made me suck his cock right there in the bathroom, slamming my throat like it was a pussy itself.
And early that morning, while I was getting ready for work, he found my bruises and immediately tipped me 1 million dollars for skincare and medication.
Okay, so that was the exact reason I agreed to be the sex toy of this old billionaire sex addict.
We drove to the office together in his limousine and he didn't even let me rest.
He had me bent over the table immediately we got there, ruthlessly shoving his cock inside me like I was a club whore or slut.
Maybe I was.
Maybe I was his personal whore.
He pushed his cock deep inside me and I screamed again. My legs nearly gave out.
My pussy felt like it was bleeding already.
But it wasn't.
It was just his cum dripping out of my red cunt.
He pulled out, slapped my ass so hard, I knew he had left his fingerprints on it.
I fell with my face on the table, my pussy dripping out not just his cum, but mine too.
He didn't put his cock back in. He let it dangle outside his trousers with my creams and juices dripping from it, while he sprang to the other side of the table.
I was panting, still trying to catch myself, my only anchor, the office table where I held onto.
He grabbed a few documents from the shelf and dropped them in front of me.
It blew wind on my face.
“Get ready, we have an investor waiting in the boardroom.”
I didn't move.
Couldn't.
He came over to my side, arranging his cock. And when he was done locking his belt, he grabbed me by my arm and made me stand erect on my feet.
I was going to fall but his grip on my arm was firm enough.
He pressed his hand to my chin and tilted my head.
I gasped.
“Get dressed now, else I'll take you off another round and make sure you're finally crippled.”
My breath hitched.
He grabbed one of my bare ass cheeks and squeezed it, finally letting go of me.
I stumbled backward,
“Hurry up, and don't keep my investor waiting,”
My breath caught. Investors?
Damnit.
I was well aware of what that meant.
I managed to put myself together…. putting my panties back on and straightening my rumpled clothes…with forced strength.
I picked up the file he left on the table and followed behind him.
We walked down the hallway and halted in front of a door with a dark metal plate scribbled “Boardroom” in stylized capitalized fonts.
He pushed the door open and walked inside it. I trailed him, my legs almost giving out completely.
There was a man there.
Mr Rogers.
Sitting on a chair, his frail fingers dancing on the table in front of him, making rhythmic sounds that dripped into my spine and caused my heart to pound.
His face was grumpy. But when he saw us, he smiled and stood up, extending a hand for a shake.
But my so-called husband didn't shake his hand. He dragged me forward instead.
“Here's your pussy, and the document. Sign the documents after you're satisfied.”
And with that, he walked out of the room, sealing me and the old Roger together with no escape route for me.
Just like that.
I swallowed and turned to Roger.
He smiled, his eyes dragging all over my body, tongue licking his lips like a predator who was just offered a prey for a deal.
Literally.
He stepped closer to me, I breathed, bracing myself for yet another cock.
He teased my cheeks, trailing his hand down to my neck. He let it hover around my shoulder, slowly dragging it down.
My breath caught.
And then his hand was on my breast.
He grabbed it and continued to press his fingers into it.
I gasped.
Two hands on my two boobs, he squeezed them. Pressing. Twisting it like I couldn't feel pain.
He bit his lips, “soft girlie,”
My cheeks rose hot.
Not a blush.
But something else.
Something I couldn't name.
I swallowed.
He dragged my skirt up, slowly dragging my panties down from my waist, his knuckles brushing on my bare skin.
And all of a sudden, my legs were floating in the air, his grip under my thighs.
He dropped me on the table and it creaked under my weight.
I gasped. Could never have imagined that someone like him would possess such strength.
He parted my legs and came in between them, his brown eyes fixed on mine.
I stared back…with just enough fear for my cunt to leak.
There was something about him.
He was an old man but he made me wet.
Maybe it was the prints I'd already noticed in his shorts when I first walked into the room.
He stepped even closer…so close, his cock pressed between my spread legs.
I moaned and he pressed it even more, his hand behind my waist.
He pushed his hips on me, his bulgy print pressing on my clit.
And just then, he opened the buttons of my shirt and dragged out my breasts.
He took one of my boobs in his mouth and sucked on my nipples.
My breath hitched.
And with his free hand, he unzipped his trousers, took out his cock and pushed it inside my pussy without waiting.
Oh fuck.
I moaned.
He pushed his cock inside me until his balls hit my pussy lips.
Then he started thrusting with that depth.
I moaned.
He continued, his cock grinding on my walls.
He pushed it in harder, his balls slapping me.
My pussy was so wet. Creamy. His cock stretching my cunt.
But then…
He leaned into me, his breath pouring on my neck in a rush.
His hips weren't moving anymore. His cock wasn't thrusting.
But I felt his cum shooting inside my body.
I whined my pussy on his cock, ecstacy running through my veins.
And that was it.
Before he could pull out, my husband came into the room like he'd been watching from a corner…waiting for when we would finish.