It was dark in the room. The glow from the window let me view her perfect body. She only wore thigh-high stockings as she stood with her back to me as I closed the door. Her ass was smooth and firm and had that perfect peach shape. As she slightly turned, I could see the side of her breast. It hung off her chest like artwork, round and inviting.

She didn’t want to be here, but it was one of my demands that she be. Her husband works for me. He is the CFO of my Fortune 500 company. My trophy wife is actually younger and prettier than her. But when there is a prize that is forbidden, the prize becomes your obsession.

I first saw her when her husband brought her into the office and introduced her to everyone. She was tall and confident. She was twenty years younger than me, but just older than my fourth wife. Her red top was low cut, and the tops of her tan breasts pushed up, almost revealing her private, round areolas. Her bra was thick enough not to show any hint of her nipples. She wore a pearl choker necklace at the base of her long, sexy neck. The pencil skirt she wore fit tightly around her shapely ass, ending just below her knees. She adorned her legs with sheer black stockings. Four-inch stilettos completed her outfit, other than the big red bow that tied her long brown hair into a ponytail.

Her big brown eyes stared into my grey eyes with confidence and sexuality. She shook my hand, and her ruby red lips kissed me on my cheek. I knew I had to have her, take her, break her. After she left, I called my secretary into my office. When she shut the door, she unzipped my pants and pulled out my cock. She opened her blouse, and I sucked her tiny titty as she gave me a hand job.

******

She received my first text from a burner phone.

Me: "Your husband has compromised your marriage."

Her: "Who is this?"

Me: "Your husband has done something illegal and has agreed to a solution."

Her: "I don't understand. Who is this?"

Me: "Talk it over with him. He knows what I demand. Will he make the sacrifice? Will you?"

Her: "What? I don't understand. Does he know who you are? Why are you doing this?"

Me: "Talk to him. No, he does not know who I am. He knows I know what he has done. I desire you, and I will possess you."

Her: "He is coming in the door now. You will never have me. I am faithful and loyal to my husband."

Me: "Faithful and loyal! That is what I am counting on. Talk to him."

******

She flinched when I ran my hand down her spine. She quickly turned towards me to see who was blackmailing them. The mask I was wearing over the upper part of my face made me unrecognizable. She has only seen me in person a few times, and she did not recognize my mouth and chin. She had never viewed my naked body before, so that and the darkness hid my identity.

Her front was in full view of me now. She was even more stunning than I had imagined. In her haste to see who I was, she forgot she was nude except for the stockings and the three items I requested her to wear. The big red bow tied her hair into a ponytail; the pearl choker necklace; her big diamond wedding/engagement ring set on her finger.

The first two items were for me; the third was to remind her she was married as I ravaged her body.

Her perfectly round breasts bounced as she turned to me. Her areolas were dark and smooth, just over an inch in diameter, I guessed. Her nipples were even darker and stood out about a quarter of an inch, and were thick like a pencil.

The thick brown landing strip was like it was pointing and guiding me to the prize. She had the perfect hourglass shape with smooth, soft skin, not muscular but feminine.

She recognized I was an older man who was in his mid-fifties. I was very fit with just a hint of love handles. She saw I was tall, maybe a few inches taller than her husband. The puzzled look on her face let me know she was still trying to figure out who I was. I didn't really care if she knew; it was just more intriguing that she didn't.

Her eyes finally dropped to my groin. To her, my cock was surprisingly flaccid. She thought I would already be hard for her and ready to take her. She studied my package. I didn't have any pubic hair or any hair on my body except my head and arms. My balls hung majestically down, large and pink.

She gathered my circumcised cock hung down about five inches, and it was already thicker than her husband's cock. She couldn't figure out how much my cock would grow once it was hard, but it only needed to grow two inches to match her husband's seven-inch dong.

One of the sexiest things to me is having my sex subject at the moment to make my flaccid cock hard through touch and conversation.

"You are a sick and vile man for making me do this. My husband made one mistake and does not deserve this, and neither do I," she bravely said.

I replied, "I'm not making you do anything. I merely gave you an option, and this is what you two agreed upon. Or, did he plead and beg to prostitute yourself to me? I'm sure you think less of the man you married and trusted. Now, kneel before me, cradle my balls and kiss, lick, and suck my cock."

When she knelt and cradled my balls, I felt tears falling onto my shaft. "That's right, baby, cry for me. Be reluctant until your desire builds up and you want it, need it," I taunted.

"That will not happen," she cried. I just smiled at her, because I have done this many times with the wives of my employees, colleagues, or competitors. They always give in to their desires and want it, need it.

My balls felt heavy in her hand. Her lips just barely pressed against the head of my cock. She held my flaccid cock up with her other hand. The thickness and warmth felt surprisingly pleasant. My cock twitched when her lips touched it.

She pulled back and became angry with herself. She felt her stomach tighten and moisture build up on her vulva.

I patted the back of her head to remind her of her task. She kissed the soft head of my cock, then licked down the shaft until she reached my balls. She sucked each nut into her mouth one at a time and rolled her tongue around. She licked her way back up to the head and placed her lips around the tip. She sank down my shaft, taking most of it in.

Her warm inner cheeks pressed onto the sides of my cock, and I could feel the hard ridges of the top of her mouth. Her slimy tongue slid on the big vein on the bottom side of my hard, thick cock. She slowly bobbed up and down on her own. I felt a release of pre-cum, and I knew she tasted the salty drops as she looked up at me.

Her top front teeth would lightly scrape along my shaft as she pulled outward. Her pace picked up, and she fondled my balls with a little more vigor. I thought I heard a soft moan, and she clenched her eyes shut. Then I smelled it. Her sexual essence wafted into my nostrils. I smiled down at her and softly patted the top of her head, letting her know I knew she had had an orgasm.

She was angry at herself but more angry at her husband for putting her in this position. Angry tears fell down her cheeks. To focus her attention back on me, I gripped her ponytail and pushed my hips deeper into her mouth. She coughed and gagged as the head of my cock pushed past her tonsils. I grunted and sprayed her throat with my creamy thick cum.

"Drink it," I ordered. She took a few gulps of my seed, then pulled off with me having a clean cock. Just a small drop or two escaped from the corner of her mouth. I took my thumb and wiped each corner. My thumb pushed between her lips, and she sucked off the drops.

I stood her up and pressed my body against her, crushing her against the wall. Her firm breasts pressed into me, and her hard nipples poked into my skin. I sniffed her hair and licked her neck. She looked at me with disgust. My hands squeezed her breasts, and I pinched her nipples. She let out a reluctant moan.

I stood back and said, "Spread your legs and finger your clit with one hand and finger fuck yourself to orgasm with the other."

"That's too much. That is truly a private act that should not be witnessed by anyone. I have not even let my husband watch me masturbate," she replied.

"Okay! You may leave," I said. She knew what that meant. She slumped against the wall and spread her legs. Both hands moved into position. I watched her fingers on one hand twirl around her clit and two fingers on her other hand disappear inside her.

Her breathing grew rapid; her fingers were a blur going in and out of her honey hole. The fingers on her clit pressed desperately over her button. She looked up with her jaw jutting, baring her bottom teeth. Her thighs crushed her hand, and she growled, " Fuck you! Fuck you for making me do this, you sick bastard. Oh, and fuck my husband too, for getting us, me, into this mess," she screamed as she had another intense orgasm.

She slid all the way down to the floor with her ass slamming on the floor.

I picked her up and sat her on a padded bench that was against the wall. I dropped to my knees and spread her legs wide. The dim light from the window spotlighted her cunt as the main attraction.

I placed the bottom of her feet on either side of my head on top of my shoulders. Her wings opened up, and the light made her pink entrance glisten and sparkle. My thumb ran up and down her soaked slit. Her clit was red and sensitive from her own fingers. I took a big swipe from her entrance to her clit with the flat of my tongue. She moaned softly. Her eyes were still on fire with anger. The palm of my hand pressed down on her pubic bone, covering her landing strip. My fingernails raked across her pubic hair.

I dipped my head low and licked her anus. My tongue swirled around the ribbed bowl and across it. "Oh, God!" she screamed. She started panting heavily when I pushed my tongue deep into her brown hole. She was on the edge again. I kept eating her ass and pinching the meat on her ass cheeks. "Oh, fucking hell!" she shrieked. White watery juice dripped out of her pussy.

My tongue cleaned up her cum, and it dove into her pink, rimming around deep inside. I looked up and could see her fighting another spasm. She was losing and losing badly. My mouth moved over her clit, and two of my fingers pushed into her pussy. My fingers rubbed on her upper wall and found the spot. I watched as her eyes fluttered in her head. Drool was sliding out of her, making strings of spittle fall to her chest.

She uncontrollably reached up and twisted both her nipples as she arched her back and shoved her pussy harder into my face. "Oh, please, please don't make me cum anymore. I'm exhausted, and my stomach muscles are aching from the spasming," she pleaded.

"You can leave and go home," I restated.

She gritted her teeth and spat out, "Fuck you!"

I stood up with her legs over my shoulders; I licked from her clit through her landing strip over her flat stomach, between her tits, up her neck, and over her chin. I pressed my lips to her soft, plumped lips for the first time. My tongue opened her mouth, and she felt her cum fall into her mouth. As she tried to push me off, my thick cock pushed deep into her tight pussy. She grunted into my mouth. It was much more than she was used to. It didn't hurt her, but stretched her and filled her hole fully. Uncomfortable is what she felt initially. Partially because it was not her husband's cock impaling her married pussy. My balls rested on her taint as her warm velvet walls sheathed fully my fat cock.

Tears again fell from her eyes. Her hard, sharp nipples cut into my chest. Her eyes were closed tight, as was her mouth, as she was successful in expelling my tongue. My nose took in the lilac emanating from her soft hair.

I could feel her pussy slightly pulsing around my cock. I twitched my cock hard upward, and she gasped and flinched. "Open your eyes and watch my cock push and pull in and out of your tight married pussy. Remember the feeling and the sight of me fucking you," I growled.

She opened her eyes and looked down between us. I dragged out of her as I watched inch by inch of my cock pulling out of her. I stopped when the rim of my cockhead just peaked over her stretched pussy lips. My shaft glistened with her juices.

She watched and bit her bottom lip as I slowly pushed back into her tight pussy inch by inch. My balls again rested on her taint. I slowly fucked like this for a good five minutes. She started moaning as I pushed into her.

Her eyes glanced at my eyes. I could see the want and the need in her eyes as I tormented her with my cock. I nodded at her, and she nodded back. The tip of my cock was barely in her when I thrust hard and deep. I fucked her vigorously, pounding her pussy over and over again. She grunted with every thrust, and her nails dug deep into my back.

Her legs were kicking wildly over my shoulders. "Yes! Yes, yes! Fuck me harder with that big cock. Good God, it feels so fucking amazing!" she screamed out. She squirted for a long while and then screamed like a banshee. Her pussy walls clamped tighter around me. She ground her hips into me, trying to get me deeper.

"Here it comes, my pet!" I yelled. My cum blasted out of my cock with tremendous force. It splattered and spread deep inside her hot cunt. I collapsed on top of her, and she pushed me off.

We both lay on our backs panting. I said, "You know we agreed that there are four sessions of this. You can end this now..." I leaned into her and whispered in her ear, "If you let me take your ass!"

She shuddered at the thought. She would love to put an end to this humiliation, but she had only had a finger (and now a tongue) in her ass. She looked down at my still hard cock. It was thick, too thick. She weighed her options and said, "Take my ass, and we’re done."

We both stood up, both covered in sweat. I pushed her head down onto the cushion on the bench. I kicked her feet out so they were about two feet apart. There it was, her rosebud just staring up at me. I had already tasted it, but now I am going to destroy it. I grabbed a tube of lube that I had stashed under the bench. I spread some on her hole and massaged it deep into her rectum with my finger. I knew she was going to hurt as I felt how tight her colon was and how much her sphincter ring resisted my finger.

My cock had lube all over it, from tip to base. I couldn't resist, so I slapped her ass cheeks hard a few times, causing a pink hue. She cried out in pain with each stroke of the hand. I placed my bulbous head on her starfish. I pushed it into her tight hole using my thumb initially. My cockhead insertion made her groan. I tore her sphincter ring wide as my shaft pushed into her colon. She wailed as I kept pushing deeper. She was so tight that I could barely push in. My pelvis pressed hard against her ass bone, and she sobbed. My fingers dug into her hips as I roughly fucked her ass. Fortunately for her, I would not last long.

My spunk shot deep into her bowels. She could feel my warm cum spread inside her. I just stayed deep as her shoulders shook as she cried. My cock shrank quickly inside her. It fell out, leaving her butt hole gaping open. It opened and closed as it pushed out my cum.

I left the room with her still bending over with her ass in the air.

A month later, she and her husband came into my office and shut the door. She was wearing a tube top and a short skirt. "Sit down there and don't say anything," she ordered her husband.

He sat in the chair in the corner, and she reached under her skirt and pulled her panties off. She stepped over to me as I was sitting in my desk chair. She unzipped me and pulled out my soft cock. She bent over and sucked my cock until I was hard. She pulled off and wagged my long, thick cock at her husband.

She straddled my lap, and her wet, tight pussy sank over my cock....