13-09-2024, 09:26 AM
As Anita slumps forward, spent from her intense climaxes, her boss takes control. His hands grip her hips firmly as he begins to thrust upwards with powerful strokes.
"My turn!" he growls, his pace quickening. Anita gasps, overwhelmed by new sensations as Supratim hits spots deep inside her that she'd forgotten existed. Memories of their college trysts come flooding back, reminding her of pleasures long denied.
"Oh gosh, Supratim," she moans, her oversensitive body trembling. "It's too much..."
But Supratim is relentless, driving into her with increasing urgency. Each thrust sends shockwaves of pleasure through her exhausted form, building towards yet another peak she didn't think possible.
Arijit watches in conflicted awe as his fiancé experiences depths of pleasure he's never been able to provide. The realization that Supratim knows Anita's body better than he does sends a shudder through him. He feels simultaneously aroused and humiliated, his body betraying him as he continues to stroke himself while watching his once sweet, loyal, devoted fiancé’s infidelity unfold.
Meanwhile, Supratim's relentless pace continues, each powerful thrust eliciting a mix of whimpers and moans from the exhausted Anita. Her body, overstimulated yet craving more, responds to his expert touch as if reuniting with a long-lost lover. He also remembers one of Anita's favorite kinks from their college days. His hand comes down hard on her ass with a resounding smack, the sharp sting cutting through her pleasure-induced haze.
Anita cries out, her back arching as the pain mingles exquisitely with her building arousal. "Yessss!" she hisses, shocking Arijit with her enthusiastic response. "Again, please!" Supratim obliges, alternating between powerful thrusts and stinging slaps to Anita's reddening backside. Each impact sends shockwaves of pleasure through her oversensitive body, pushing her closer to the edge of another earth-shattering climax.
Arijit watches in conflicted fascination, his hand moving in agonizingly slow strokes along his length. The familiar urge to climax too soon builds within him, a constant reminder of his inadequacy. He fights against it, determined to last as long as this torturous scene playing out before him. He'd never known Anita enjoyed such rough treatment, the realization adding another layer to his feelings of inadequacy and perverse excitement. Supratim's actions were sending a fresh wave of anguish through Arijit. He'd always suspected Anita's past with this alpha male specimen was more significant than she'd let on, but seeing and hearing it confirmed while watching them rut like animals is almost too much to bear.
Anita's breathy cries grow more urgent as her boss angles his thrusts to hit her most sensitive spots. "Oh gosh! Oh………goshhhhhh!" she chants, her body trembling on the precipice of another orgasm. Arijit's own arousal builds in tandem with Anita's, his shame and excitement feeding off each other in a twisted cycle. He wants to look away but finds himself utterly transfixed by the sight of his fiancée approaching another climax at the hands of her domineering boss.
Supratim, sensing his employee and former lover’s impending release, slows his pace to draw out her pleasure. "Not yet, baby," he teases. "I want you to really feel this." Anita whimpers in frustrated need, her hips trying to grind down harder on her boss’s cock. The denial only serves to heighten her arousal further, pushing her towards an even more intense peak.
As her moans grow more desperate, Supratim pulls her down against his chest. His teeth find the sensitive juncture between her neck and shoulder, biting down hard enough to leave a mark. The sharp pain of the bite, combined with the continued assault on her other senses, finally pushes Anita over the edge. She screams in ecstasy, “Ahhhhhhhhhhh!!!!”, her body convulsing as her most intense orgasm yet crashes over her.
Arijit struggles to maintain his slow pace as he watches his fiancée come undone in ways he's never witnessed before. The sight of the angry red mark on her neck - another visible sign of Supratim's claim on her - sends a confusing jolt of arousal through him.
As her orgasm subsides, Supratim gently guides the exhausted Anita off his still-rigid member, positioning her trembling form on all fours on the cabin floor. She collapses forward, her cheek pressed against the cool wood, utterly spent. Her naked body glistens with a sheen of sweat, her skin flushed pink from exertion. Her hair is a wild tangle, falling across her face in disarray. Marks of passion decorate her skin - reddened handprints on her ass, bite marks on her neck and shoulders. Her thighs quiver, slick with the evidence of her multiple climaxes.
Arijit's breath catches in his throat at the sight. Never has he seen Anita so thoroughly debauched, so completely claimed by pleasure. It's a vision of raw sexuality he could never have imagined, let alone achieved himself. His hand moves faster along his length as he drinks in every detail of his fiance’s exhausted form. The way her back arches slightly, presenting her still-needy sex. The rapid rise and fall of her chest as she struggles to catch her breath. The glazed look of satisfaction in her half-lidded eyes. He feels his own climax building again, a mix of shame and arousal pushing him towards the edge. The realization that he's about to orgasm to the sight of his thoroughly fucked fiancée only intensifies his conflicted desires.
Supratim positions himself behind Anita once more, clearly intent on taking her from behind again. He grips her hips firmly, positioning himself at her entrance of her love-canal. With a low growl, he slides into her welcoming heat once more. He starts with slow, deep thrusts, savoring the feeling of her exhausted body yielding to him completely.
Anita can only whimper softly, too spent to do more. Her fingers weakly grasp at the wooden floor, clawing as her boss gradually increases his pace. His thrusts become harder, more primal, each one drawing a breathless gasp from Anita's lips. “Huhhhh… huhhh…huhhh!”, she gasps. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh fills the cabin once more, “Arrghhhhh!!!”, punctuated by Supratim's grunts of pleasure. His pace gradually intensifies though, his hips slamming against Anita's reddened ass with increasing force. His hand comes down in sharp, stinging slaps, reigniting the fire in her overwrought nerves.
“Ah! Ah! Ah!”, Each impact draws a hoarse cry from her lips, a mix of pain and renewed pleasure.
"Take it, you little slut," Supratim growls, his fingers digging into her flesh. "You've always belonged to me."
“Mmmmmmm…..”, Anita can only moan in response, her body jerking with each powerful thrust and spank. The term 'slut' sends a shiver down her spine, igniting a primal response deep within her core. Far from being offended, she feels a twisted thrill at being called such a filthy name. She's nothing more than a vessel for Supratim's pleasure now, and the realization seems to arouse her even further.
Arijit feels his own climax rapidly approaching as he watches this primal scene unfold. His hand moves frantically now, all pretense of control abandoned. The sight of his fiancée being used so roughly, coupled with the lewd sounds filling the cabin, pushes him to the very edge. As Supratim's thrusts reach a frenzied pace and Anita's cries grow more desperate, Arijit feels the familiar tightening in his groin. He's mere seconds away from his own release, unable to hold back any longer.
And then it happens! Arijit's climax hits him like a freight train, thick ropes of cum splattering against the office door as his legs give out. He collapses to the floor, spent and trembling, his seed slowly dripping down the polished wood.
Inside, Supratim maintains his punishing rhythm, each thrust punctuated by the sharp slap of flesh on flesh. Anita's exhausted whimpers grow more urgent as she teeters on the edge of yet another peak. "Oh god, I can't... it's too much..." she gasps, her body quivering uncontrollably.
"One more," Supratim growls, his fingers digging into her hips hard enough to bruise. "Give me one more, baby." His thrusts become more erratic as his own release approaches, his control slipping away entirely.
Anita wails as her fifth or sixth orgasm crashes over her, her overstimulated body convulsing violently. The rhythmic clenching of her inner walls finally pushes Supratim over the edge. “Argggghhhhhhh…..Aniiiitaaaaaa!”, with a primal roar, he buries himself to the hilt inside her, his cock pulsing as he empties his hot seed deep into her womb.
"Fuck, take it all!" Supratim grunts, grinding against her ass as he fills her to overflowing. "Every last drop."
As their shared climax subsides, leaving only ragged breathing and the obscene sound of mingled fluids, Arijit remains slumped outside. He can hear Supratim's triumphant chuckle and Anita's contented sighs. The gravity of what's transpired begins to sink in, along with the realization that Supratim has left his mark inside Anita in the most primal way possible.
"My turn!" he growls, his pace quickening. Anita gasps, overwhelmed by new sensations as Supratim hits spots deep inside her that she'd forgotten existed. Memories of their college trysts come flooding back, reminding her of pleasures long denied.
"Oh gosh, Supratim," she moans, her oversensitive body trembling. "It's too much..."
But Supratim is relentless, driving into her with increasing urgency. Each thrust sends shockwaves of pleasure through her exhausted form, building towards yet another peak she didn't think possible.
Arijit watches in conflicted awe as his fiancé experiences depths of pleasure he's never been able to provide. The realization that Supratim knows Anita's body better than he does sends a shudder through him. He feels simultaneously aroused and humiliated, his body betraying him as he continues to stroke himself while watching his once sweet, loyal, devoted fiancé’s infidelity unfold.
Meanwhile, Supratim's relentless pace continues, each powerful thrust eliciting a mix of whimpers and moans from the exhausted Anita. Her body, overstimulated yet craving more, responds to his expert touch as if reuniting with a long-lost lover. He also remembers one of Anita's favorite kinks from their college days. His hand comes down hard on her ass with a resounding smack, the sharp sting cutting through her pleasure-induced haze.
Anita cries out, her back arching as the pain mingles exquisitely with her building arousal. "Yessss!" she hisses, shocking Arijit with her enthusiastic response. "Again, please!" Supratim obliges, alternating between powerful thrusts and stinging slaps to Anita's reddening backside. Each impact sends shockwaves of pleasure through her oversensitive body, pushing her closer to the edge of another earth-shattering climax.
Arijit watches in conflicted fascination, his hand moving in agonizingly slow strokes along his length. The familiar urge to climax too soon builds within him, a constant reminder of his inadequacy. He fights against it, determined to last as long as this torturous scene playing out before him. He'd never known Anita enjoyed such rough treatment, the realization adding another layer to his feelings of inadequacy and perverse excitement. Supratim's actions were sending a fresh wave of anguish through Arijit. He'd always suspected Anita's past with this alpha male specimen was more significant than she'd let on, but seeing and hearing it confirmed while watching them rut like animals is almost too much to bear.
Anita's breathy cries grow more urgent as her boss angles his thrusts to hit her most sensitive spots. "Oh gosh! Oh………goshhhhhh!" she chants, her body trembling on the precipice of another orgasm. Arijit's own arousal builds in tandem with Anita's, his shame and excitement feeding off each other in a twisted cycle. He wants to look away but finds himself utterly transfixed by the sight of his fiancée approaching another climax at the hands of her domineering boss.
Supratim, sensing his employee and former lover’s impending release, slows his pace to draw out her pleasure. "Not yet, baby," he teases. "I want you to really feel this." Anita whimpers in frustrated need, her hips trying to grind down harder on her boss’s cock. The denial only serves to heighten her arousal further, pushing her towards an even more intense peak.
As her moans grow more desperate, Supratim pulls her down against his chest. His teeth find the sensitive juncture between her neck and shoulder, biting down hard enough to leave a mark. The sharp pain of the bite, combined with the continued assault on her other senses, finally pushes Anita over the edge. She screams in ecstasy, “Ahhhhhhhhhhh!!!!”, her body convulsing as her most intense orgasm yet crashes over her.
Arijit struggles to maintain his slow pace as he watches his fiancée come undone in ways he's never witnessed before. The sight of the angry red mark on her neck - another visible sign of Supratim's claim on her - sends a confusing jolt of arousal through him.
As her orgasm subsides, Supratim gently guides the exhausted Anita off his still-rigid member, positioning her trembling form on all fours on the cabin floor. She collapses forward, her cheek pressed against the cool wood, utterly spent. Her naked body glistens with a sheen of sweat, her skin flushed pink from exertion. Her hair is a wild tangle, falling across her face in disarray. Marks of passion decorate her skin - reddened handprints on her ass, bite marks on her neck and shoulders. Her thighs quiver, slick with the evidence of her multiple climaxes.
Arijit's breath catches in his throat at the sight. Never has he seen Anita so thoroughly debauched, so completely claimed by pleasure. It's a vision of raw sexuality he could never have imagined, let alone achieved himself. His hand moves faster along his length as he drinks in every detail of his fiance’s exhausted form. The way her back arches slightly, presenting her still-needy sex. The rapid rise and fall of her chest as she struggles to catch her breath. The glazed look of satisfaction in her half-lidded eyes. He feels his own climax building again, a mix of shame and arousal pushing him towards the edge. The realization that he's about to orgasm to the sight of his thoroughly fucked fiancée only intensifies his conflicted desires.
Supratim positions himself behind Anita once more, clearly intent on taking her from behind again. He grips her hips firmly, positioning himself at her entrance of her love-canal. With a low growl, he slides into her welcoming heat once more. He starts with slow, deep thrusts, savoring the feeling of her exhausted body yielding to him completely.
Anita can only whimper softly, too spent to do more. Her fingers weakly grasp at the wooden floor, clawing as her boss gradually increases his pace. His thrusts become harder, more primal, each one drawing a breathless gasp from Anita's lips. “Huhhhh… huhhh…huhhh!”, she gasps. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh fills the cabin once more, “Arrghhhhh!!!”, punctuated by Supratim's grunts of pleasure. His pace gradually intensifies though, his hips slamming against Anita's reddened ass with increasing force. His hand comes down in sharp, stinging slaps, reigniting the fire in her overwrought nerves.
“Ah! Ah! Ah!”, Each impact draws a hoarse cry from her lips, a mix of pain and renewed pleasure.
"Take it, you little slut," Supratim growls, his fingers digging into her flesh. "You've always belonged to me."
“Mmmmmmm…..”, Anita can only moan in response, her body jerking with each powerful thrust and spank. The term 'slut' sends a shiver down her spine, igniting a primal response deep within her core. Far from being offended, she feels a twisted thrill at being called such a filthy name. She's nothing more than a vessel for Supratim's pleasure now, and the realization seems to arouse her even further.
Arijit feels his own climax rapidly approaching as he watches this primal scene unfold. His hand moves frantically now, all pretense of control abandoned. The sight of his fiancée being used so roughly, coupled with the lewd sounds filling the cabin, pushes him to the very edge. As Supratim's thrusts reach a frenzied pace and Anita's cries grow more desperate, Arijit feels the familiar tightening in his groin. He's mere seconds away from his own release, unable to hold back any longer.
And then it happens! Arijit's climax hits him like a freight train, thick ropes of cum splattering against the office door as his legs give out. He collapses to the floor, spent and trembling, his seed slowly dripping down the polished wood.
Inside, Supratim maintains his punishing rhythm, each thrust punctuated by the sharp slap of flesh on flesh. Anita's exhausted whimpers grow more urgent as she teeters on the edge of yet another peak. "Oh god, I can't... it's too much..." she gasps, her body quivering uncontrollably.
"One more," Supratim growls, his fingers digging into her hips hard enough to bruise. "Give me one more, baby." His thrusts become more erratic as his own release approaches, his control slipping away entirely.
Anita wails as her fifth or sixth orgasm crashes over her, her overstimulated body convulsing violently. The rhythmic clenching of her inner walls finally pushes Supratim over the edge. “Argggghhhhhhh…..Aniiiitaaaaaa!”, with a primal roar, he buries himself to the hilt inside her, his cock pulsing as he empties his hot seed deep into her womb.
"Fuck, take it all!" Supratim grunts, grinding against her ass as he fills her to overflowing. "Every last drop."
As their shared climax subsides, leaving only ragged breathing and the obscene sound of mingled fluids, Arijit remains slumped outside. He can hear Supratim's triumphant chuckle and Anita's contented sighs. The gravity of what's transpired begins to sink in, along with the realization that Supratim has left his mark inside Anita in the most primal way possible.
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