Jake’s office was a fortress of cold steel and glass, the kind of place where men in sharp suits whispered about power and money. But beneath his tailored suits, something else was always growing—his cock, never satisfied, always hungry. It pulsed beneath his trousers like a second heartbeat, demanding attention every minute of the day. And Sarah, his wife, knew exactly how to handle it.
She walked in after a night out with her friends, still dressed in the lace bra and panties she’d worn underneath her little black dress. Her K-cup tits spilled over the delicate fabric, her ass so round it made the fabric strain with every step. She was a goddess, a model, but more importantly—she was his good girl, obedient and hungry for his cock just as much as he was for her.
Jake didn’t even look up from his desk as she sauntered in, swaying her hips like she owned the place. She knew he did.
“Daddy’s in a meeting,” he said, his voice low and commanding, the kind that made her pussy clench.
Sarah bit her lip, her fingers tracing the lace hem of her panties. “I know. That’s why I came prepared.” She dropped to her knees under the table, her breath hot against his zipper. The moment the call started, she pulled him out, her mouth already wrapping around his swollen length.
Jake groaned, his fingers tangling in her hair as she sucked him with desperate hunger. The muffled sounds of the meeting above them only made it hotter—someone could walk in at any second, and that thought sent a thrill through her. She hollowed her cheeks, taking him deeper, her tongue swirling around the thick head of his cock.
“Fuck, Sarah,” Jake growled, his voice rough.
She moaned around his dick, her free hand sliding up to tweak one of her own nipples through the lace. Her tits were heavy, full of milk that he loved to drink straight from the source. He reached down, pinching one nipple hard enough to make her gasp, then pulling her up by her hair.
“On your back, on the desk,” he ordered.
Sarah didn’t hesitate. She scrambled onto the polished wood, spreading her legs wide, her panties already soaked through. Jake didn’t bother undressing her fully—he just yanked the lace aside and buried himself inside her in one hard thrust.
“Fuck!” she cried out, her nails scraping the desk as he pounded into her. The meeting continued above them, oblivious to the wet sounds of their fucking, the slap of skin against skin.
When the call finally ended, Jake didn’t even pull out. He just lifted her up, her legs wrapped around his waist, and carried her to the nearest flat surface—the conference table. He bent her over it, her tits pressing against the cold wood, and fucked her from behind, his balls slapping against her clit with every thrust.
“Daddy’s gonna breed this tight little pussy,” he growled, his fingers digging into her hips hard enough to leave bruises. Sarah whimpered, her pussy fluttering around him, already on the edge.
“Yes, Daddy! Breed me! Fill me up!” she begged, her voice desperate.
Jake groaned, his cock swelling even more as he came, his seed pumping deep inside her. Sarah screamed, her own orgasm ripping through her as she milked every last drop from him.
Afterward, he didn’t let her clean up. Instead, he carried her to the executive washroom, where he made her ride him again in the shower, her tits bouncing as she bounced on his cock, water sluicing over their bodies.
Later, as they walked through the office, Sarah straddled him in his chair, riding him slow and deep while he sipped his whiskey. His coworkers walked by, pretending not to see the way her tits jiggled with every movement, the way her lips were swollen from his kisses.
At the bar that night, she sat on his lap, grinding against him as he whispered filthy promises in her ear. In the car, she rode him while he drove, her hands braced against the dashboard as he pounded up into her from below. At home, she rode him in the kitchen while he ate dinner, her milk dripping onto his plate as he suckled from her tits.
Even when they were half asleep, her body instinctively rolled onto his cock, taking him deep as she moaned in her sleep.
Jake loved it. He loved her obedience, her hunger, the way she never said no. And most of all, he loved drinking her milk straight from the source, denying their baby the breast and keeping it all for himself.
Sarah was his perfect little slut, and he was never letting her go.