A Filthy Business Trip
As I wrote about last time, when I sucked my boss’s cock, he couldn’t get enough of me. The man was obsessed, practically drooling for more, and it wasn’t long before he invited me on a “business trip.” A few days before we left, a package arrived—black PVC lingerie, a tight Basque that hugged my curves matching knickers that barely covered my pussy, and sheer black stockings that screamed “fuck me.” I was already wet just thinking about wearing it for him.
The morning we were set to leave, I decided to toy with my husband. I slipped into the glossy PVC in front of him, the material creaking as it clung to my tits and ass. His eyes widened, his cock twitching in his pants, but I just smirked and pulled a slinky red satin dress over it all, the fabric sliding over my skin like a lover’s touch. He didn’t say a word, just stood there, as my boss pulled up to the house. From the upstairs window, I could feel hubby’s gaze burning into me as I strutted out, my heels clicking, and slid into the boss’s sleek car.
The drive to the meeting was torture—hours of my pussy throbbing against the tight PVC, every bump in the road making me squirm. My boss kept stealing glances, his hand brushing my thigh, promising what was to come. The meeting itself was a blur of boring handshakes and fake smiles, but I was dripping the whole time, the lingerie rubbing against my clit under the table. Dinner with the clients was no better—sipping wine, laughing at their dumb jokes, all while my cunt ached, desperate for my boss to rip the dress off and take me.
Finally, we got to the hotel, and surprise, surprise—he’d booked one room. My heart pounded as we stepped inside, the door clicking shut. Without a word, he pulled out a leather collar and cuffs. He fastened the collar around my throat, tight enough to make me gasp, and cuffed my wrists,. I asked him to take some pictures of me dressed up, handing him my phone. I smirked, knowing these pics weren’t just for me—they’d drive my husband wild later. I arched my back, letting the PVC gleam under the dim light, my tits spilling out of the Basque as I pouted for the camera.
Then he shoved me onto the bed, my hands still cuffed behind my back, helpless and fucking loving it. He yanked my knickers down, the PVC sticking to my sweaty skin, and buried his face in my pussy. His tongue was relentless, lapping at my clit, sucking my juices until I was screaming, my hips bucking as I came so hard I saw stars. My cunt was still pulsing when he climbed up, his cock rock-hard and glistening. He fucked me raw, pounding my soaked pussy, the bed creaking as I moaned like a whore. Another orgasm ripped through me, my walls clenching around him, milking his cock.
He wasn’t done. He pulled out, his dick slick with my cum, and shoved it into my mouth. “Clean it,” he ordered. I sucked greedily, tasting my own pussy on him, my tongue swirling around his shaft until he groaned and exploded, hot cum flooding my mouth. I swallowed every drop, my lips smeared with spit and his load, already craving more. As I lay there, still cuffed, the collar tight around my neck, I couldn’t wait to send those pics to my husband. Let him jerk off to the thought of me being my boss’s dirty little slut.
My boss left me cuffed, I walked around the hotel room in my glossy black PVC lingerie and towering heels and cuffed behind me. The Basque squeezed my tits, my nipples hard against the tight material, and the sheer stockings clung to my thighs like a lover’s grip. He lounged on the bed, his eyes glinting with sadistic delight, stroking his cock as he watched me struggle to move, my hands useless behind my back. “Keep going, you filthy slut,” his voice dripping with lust. My pussy was still throbbing from his earlier assault, but the way he stared made me wetter, my juices slicking the inside of my thighs.
I swayed my hips, teasing him, the heels clicking on the floor as I paraded for his pleasure. His cock was rock-hard again, veins pulsing, and without warning, he grabbed me, bending me over the bed. My face pressed into the sheets, ass high in the air, He didn’t ease in—he slammed his cock into my dripping cunt, fucking me from behind with brutal thrusts that shook the bedframe. “You love this, don’t you?” he told me, his hands gripping my hips, leaving bruises. I moaned like a whore, my pussy clenching around him as he pounded me raw. The pressure built, my clit grinding against the bed, and I came hard, screaming, my juices soaking his cock. He didn’t stop, hammering faster until he roared, exploding deep inside me, his hot cum flooding my pussy, dripping down my thighs as he pulled out.
Exhausted, we collapsed, he took the cuffs off. It was late—past midnight—and we passed out in a sweaty, tangled heap, sleeping deep, my body aching from his use. The alarm blared too soon, ripping us from sleep. I stirred, still groggy, only to feel his hard cock pressing against my ass. Before I could fully wake, he was on me, spreading my legs and shoving his dick into my already-sore pussy. “Morning, slut,” he grunted, fucking me with slow, deep thrusts that made my toes curl. I was still slick with his last load, and the wet sounds of his cock pumping into me filled the room. He didn’t last long, groaning as he dumped another thick load into my cunt, leaving me gasping, feeling used my pussy overflowing.
“No boring clothes today,” he said, pointing to the red satin dress I’d worn yesterday. “Just that, the stockings, and heels. Nothing else.” My knickers were ruined, soaked and stretched, so I slipped the dress on, the silky fabric clinging to my bare skin, my nipples poking through, cum still leaking down my thighs. We headed to breakfast, his hand possessive on my lower back as we sat with clueless hotel guests, my pussy throbbing under the table, his cum still inside me.
After, we climbed into his car for the long drive home. The dress rode up, exposing my stockings, and every glance he stole made it clear this trip wasn’t over. My husband was waiting, probably jerking off to those photos, oblivious to the fresh loads I was bringing home in my well-fucked cunt.
We arrived home and I stepped through the front door, my red satin dress clinging to me, the sheer black stockings rubbing my thighs, and my heels clicking on the hardwood. My pussy was still dripping with my boss’s cum, a sticky reminder of the debauchery from the hotel, I could smell myself I stank of sex. Hubby was home, waiting, his eyes blazing with a mix of jealousy and hunger as he greeted me at the door. Before I could say a word, he grabbed my arm, practically dragging me inside, and slammed me against the hallway wall, the impact making my tits bounce under the thin dress.
“You fucking slut,” his voice thick with lust as he yanked the dress up to my waist, exposing my bare, cum-soaked pussy. His fingers plunged into me, two at first, then three, stretching my sloppy cunt as he pumped them in and out, my boss’s cum squelching around his knuckles. “Tell me everything,” he demanded, his other hand gripping my throat. I moaned, my hips grinding against his hand as I spilled every filthy detail—how my boss cuffed me, ate my pussy till I screamed, fucked me raw, and filled me with his loads. My words came out in gasps, my clit throbbing as hubby’s fingers worked me over, his thumb circling my swollen bud. “I was such a dirty whore for him,” I whimpered, and that pushed me over the edge. My pussy clenched around his fingers, juices gushing down his hand as I came hard, my legs shaking, barely able to stand.
He wasn’t done. Hubby grabbed my hair, forcing me to my knees on the cold floor. “Open your fucking mouth,” unzipping his jeans. His cock sprang free, thick and pulsing, already leaking precum. He shoved it past my lips, gripping my head with both hands as he face-fucked me. His dick slammed into the back of my throat, making me gag, spit drooling down my chin as he used my mouth like a cheap toy. My tongue swirled around his shaft, tasting his salty precum, my eyes watering as he thrust deeper, his balls slapping my chin. “You love being a cock-hungry slut, don’t you?” he grunted, I moaned around his dick, my pussy clenching at his words, still dripping from my orgasm.
Just as I felt him throb, close to blowing his load, he pulled out, leaving me gasping, my lips swollen and slick with spit. He yanked me to my feet, dragging me to the dining room. With one rough shove, he threw me over the polished table, my tits pressing into the wood, my bum in the air. He didn’t bother undressing me—just hiked the dress higher and slammed his cock into my drenched pussy. “Fuck, you’re so wet,” his hands digging into my hips as he pounded me, the table creaking under his brutal thrusts. My cunt was a mess, still full of my boss’s cum, now mixed with my own juices, and the slick sounds of him fucking me filled the room. I screamed, another orgasm ripping through me, my pussy clamping down on his cock. That sent him over the edge—he roared, burying himself deep, his hot cum exploding into my pussy, mixing with the loads already inside me, dripping down my thighs as he kept thrusting until he was spent.
Panting, he pulled out, leaving me sprawled across the table, my dress bunched up, my stockings torn, and my pussy a dripping, fucked-out mess. “Welcome home, slut,” he whispered, smacking my arse.
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