In Rafael's office, Valeria and Mateo cross boundaries while Rafael watches, mixing business with pleasure. Sexual tension and power intertwine in a game of dominance and submission.
The air conditioning in the private office hummed at a constant rhythm, keeping the atmosphere cool while Rafael's monitors projected stock market charts in shades of green and red. The man, in an impeccable Italian suit, slightly adjusted his fine-rimmed glasses while his fingers danced across the keyboard with surgical precision. But his attention was not entirely on the numbers. Not when, just a few meters away, his wife, Valeria, was sitting on the edge of his mahogany desk, her legs spread and her professional-cut black dress hitched up to her waist, revealing her soft thighs and the black lace of her panties, now pushed to one side.
Rafael's assistant, Mateo, a twenty-six-year-old youth with a body sculpted by hours in the gym, stood between Valeria's legs, his large hands firmly gripping her hips while his thick, throbbing cock sank again and again into her wet and tight pussy. Each thrust made Valeria's generous breasts sway beneath her semi-open blouse, her hard nipples brushing against the lace fabric of her bra. A stifled moan escaped from her full lips, painted dark red, as her nails dug into the edge of the desk.
—The IBEX is rising sharply today —Rafael commented calmly, without entirely taking his eyes off the screens, though his gaze drifted again and again toward the spectacle before him—. If I close now, we'll pull a twenty percent net profit.
Mateo groaned, his hips clashing against Valeria's rear with a wet and obscene sound. Sweat glistened on his broad back as he leaned forward, his lips brushing her neck before licking her cheek with an almost animal-like gesture.
—Fuck, Mrs. Valeria, you're so tight! —he gasped, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh of her hips—. Every time your pussy swallows me, I feel like I'm going to drown in it.
Valeria laughed, a husky sound filled with lust, as she arched her back to offer better access. Her hands slid back, grabbing Mateo's firm buttocks to push him further inside.
—That's because you don't know how to fuck like my husband —she replied, her voice a sensual whisper—. But I'm teaching you, aren't I, darling? —she asked, addressing Rafael without turning her head.
Rafael smiled, adjusting the knot of his tie before taking a sip of his whiskey. The amber liquid burned his throat as he watched Mateo's cock disappear almost completely inside his wife's body, only to emerge glistening, coated in her juices.
—Of course, my love —he nodded, his eyes darkening with a glint of possession—. Although I doubt you'll ever reach his level. —He paused, his fingers returning to type rapidly—. But for now, it seems you're putting my wife to good use.
Mateo moaned, his thrusts becoming more erratic as the excitement consumed him.
—Please, Mr. Rafael! Let me be your personal chair… I want every time you sit down, for it to be on my cock, buried in your wife's ass —he begged, his words broken by gasps—. I want her to use me as her fucking footrest!
Valeria let out a giggle, moving her hips in slow circles, tightening her interior around him with a skill that only years of practice could bestow.
—Listen to the puppy —she murmured, her fingers toying with Mateo's short hair—. So eager to please.
Rafael did not respond immediately. Instead, his attention was split between the screen, where numbers flickered in green, and his wife's body, which shone with a thin layer of sweat under the dim office lights. He could smell the sex in the air, 그 sweet and musky scent that mixed with the leather of the furniture and the tobacco of his cigar, extinguished hours ago in the ashtray.
—Trade executed —he finally announced, with a satisfied smile—. Twenty point three percent. Not bad for a morning's work.
—Congratulations, my life! —Valeria exclaimed, her voice trembling as Mateo penetrated her with more force, his balls hitting against her clitoris with every movement—. I knew you would do it.
Mateo panted, his muscles tensing as he struggled to maintain the rhythm.
—God, ma'am, I can't take it anymore! Your pussy is going to kill me —he confessed, his voice cracked by the effort.
Rafael rose from his chair with elegance, the leather creaking under his weight. He approached the small bar in the corner, where a bottle of Rioja that had been breathing since morning waited. He poured three glasses, the maroon liquid shining under the indirect light, before returning to them.
—Here —he said, offering a glass to Valeria first, who accepted it with a lascivious smile, her lips leaving a red mark on the crystal—. A toast to success.
Valeria took a sip, the wine sliding down her throat while Mateo, unable to resist, tilted his head to lick the drops escaping from her lips. Rafael watched the scene with a mix of pride and arousal, his own cock beginning to press against the fine fabric of his trousers.
—I toast to you, my king —Valeria whispered, raising her glass to him before finishing the rest in one gulp—. And to your assistant, who is serving me so well today.
Mateo groaned, his thrusts becoming more desperate as the wine seemed to further stoke his senses.
—Mr. Rafael, please! I need to come inside her! I need to feel how her pussy milks every last drop out of me! —he begged, his bloodshot eyes fixed on his boss's, seeking approval.
Rafael set his glass on the desk, the sound of crystal against wood echoing in the room. He stepped closer to them, his fingers brushing Valeria's face before sliding downward to her throat, where he applied a subtle but dominant pressure.
—My wife is a queen —he said, his voice low and heavy with authority—. And if she decides you deserve to fill her, then you will. But not before you earn the privilege.
Valeria moaned, her body responding to her husband's touch as it always did, her pussy tightening around Mateo with an almost painful force.
—Give him permission, my love —she pleaded, her nails scratching the desk—. Let him come inside me. I want to feel his hot semen sliding down my thighs while you watch me.
Rafael exhaled slowly, his eyes scanning his wife's body: the heavy breasts swaying with every movement, the slightly trembling belly, the legs spread in an obscene invitation. Then he looked at Mateo, whose face was contorted by the effort, sweat dripping onto Valeria's cleavage.
—Very well —he finally conceded, his voice a harsh whisper—. But remember, Mateo: this is a privilege, not a right. And next time, I want you to give it to her harder. Make her scream my name when she comes.
—Yes, sir! I promise! —Mateo needed no further incentive. With a guttural grunt, he drove into Valeria with one last brutal push, his cock throbbing as it began to empty inside her. Valeria arched her back, a muffled scream escaping her lips as she felt the hot stream filling her, marking her from within.
Rafael watched, his hand now resting over his own crotch, where his erection was impossible to ignore. There was no jealousy in his eyes, only a deep, almost primitive satisfaction at seeing his wife being used so well, so brutally, while he controlled every second.
—Good boy —he murmured, more to himself than to them, as Valeria collapsed backward, leaning into Mateo's arms, who was still shaking with the last spasms of his orgasm—. Now clean my wife. I want not a single drop of your semen left on her skin by the end of the day.