Sarah DiAvola - The Brat Princess - Your Wife, your Promotion, your Boss - Sarah DiAvola for AtCuckold
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You're up for that big promotion, and you want to impress the pants off of your boss. The man who can make or break you. You've always known that I am well beyond your league, and that the only reason you can (barely) keep me is your high paycheck. I am your aspirational ass - with this promotion, you might bump yourself closer up to me. You want me to wear my sexiest, most revealing evening attire for the occasion. You want him to see what his money is going toward. Essentially, I am the real prize for everyone. I wear the shortest-and-lowest-cut tight little outfit and high heels that make my legs go straight up my ass.
And he is impressed. I sit between you two at the booth at the restaurant. He starts to get a little more cozy, leaning over me to discuss business with you. I can smell his cologne. His breath on my bosom.
His hand on my thigh.
Throughout the dinner, his fingers creep between my thighs and go to work silently. It takes me by surprise, but I don't want to push him away. He's so powerful. His fingers feel so good. I haven't had sex in so long... you and I haven't been intimate in god knows how many months. I'm hot, writhing, and soaking wet.
You are oblivious as I'm being ravaged under the table.
You want to keep the night going, to really drive home the good impression. He seems interested in what you have to say and eager to spend more time with you - this is your big break! After making me cum into his hand, right under your nose, he's happy to keep the party moving. What else could he get?
We go back to our home, and you make the beverages. I get comfortable on our sofa with your boss.
He gets a little too comfortable.
What comes next is the most humiliating experience a man can possibly go through. In such excruciating detail that time will seem to slow down, no matter how frantically you run. The looks in your face. What he does to me as he stares at you directly. The noises he squeezes out of me. Noises you have never heard your wife make.
He finishes the drink you made him, while his hand is in my hair and my mouth is on his cock. Looking you in the eye the whole time. Both of us. He hands you his empty glass and you make him another.
He knows what this is doing to you, and he knows your position. If you let your rage show, you could lose your job. But here you stand, losing your wife to the man who employs you. How many times is he going to make her cum? When is this agony going to stop, and why can't you look away, and why are you harder than you have ever been in your entire life?
I make sure not to completely leave you out of the physical action. After his ferocious orgasm from that thick, bull cock, he's left a sopping cream pie inside of the pussy he's just thoroughly ravaged. And I want you to sit on the floor, lay your head back on the couch, and let me lower myself onto your face. My pussy directly on your mouth, I let the thick juicy cum slide out of me and down your throat. We watch you swallow.
At the end of the evening, your boss tells you that he'll put in a good word for you about the promotion. But he wants to do this again. Soon.
And he is impressed. I sit between you two at the booth at the restaurant. He starts to get a little more cozy, leaning over me to discuss business with you. I can smell his cologne. His breath on my bosom.
His hand on my thigh.
Throughout the dinner, his fingers creep between my thighs and go to work silently. It takes me by surprise, but I don't want to push him away. He's so powerful. His fingers feel so good. I haven't had sex in so long... you and I haven't been intimate in god knows how many months. I'm hot, writhing, and soaking wet.
You are oblivious as I'm being ravaged under the table.
You want to keep the night going, to really drive home the good impression. He seems interested in what you have to say and eager to spend more time with you - this is your big break! After making me cum into his hand, right under your nose, he's happy to keep the party moving. What else could he get?
We go back to our home, and you make the beverages. I get comfortable on our sofa with your boss.
He gets a little too comfortable.
What comes next is the most humiliating experience a man can possibly go through. In such excruciating detail that time will seem to slow down, no matter how frantically you run. The looks in your face. What he does to me as he stares at you directly. The noises he squeezes out of me. Noises you have never heard your wife make.
He finishes the drink you made him, while his hand is in my hair and my mouth is on his cock. Looking you in the eye the whole time. Both of us. He hands you his empty glass and you make him another.
He knows what this is doing to you, and he knows your position. If you let your rage show, you could lose your job. But here you stand, losing your wife to the man who employs you. How many times is he going to make her cum? When is this agony going to stop, and why can't you look away, and why are you harder than you have ever been in your entire life?
I make sure not to completely leave you out of the physical action. After his ferocious orgasm from that thick, bull cock, he's left a sopping cream pie inside of the pussy he's just thoroughly ravaged. And I want you to sit on the floor, lay your head back on the couch, and let me lower myself onto your face. My pussy directly on your mouth, I let the thick juicy cum slide out of me and down your throat. We watch you swallow.
At the end of the evening, your boss tells you that he'll put in a good word for you about the promotion. But he wants to do this again. Soon.
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2023-10-24
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