Considerate Boss Pt 2

Sarah set the phone down on the nightstand, her heart racing with a delicious mix of excitement and wickedness. Mike stepped forward, his tall, muscular frame towering over her as he pulled her up from the bed and into his arms.

"Where were we?" he echoed, his deep voice rumbling with amusement. "You were telling your husband how much better I fuck you."

Sarah laughed softly, tilting her head back as Mike’s large hands slid down her back and cupped her ass through the short plaid skirt. "Mmm, and every word was true," she murmured, pressing her body against him. She could already feel his thick cock hardening against her stomach.

Mike didn’t waste time. He spun her around so she faced the full-length mirror on the wall—the same one she’d posed in front of earlier that evening. His hands roamed up under her sweater, pulling it over her head and tossing it aside. Her full breasts spilled free, nipples already stiff. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of her skirt and tights, yanking them down in one smooth motion until they pooled around her ankles.

"Look at yourself," he growled into her ear, one hand wrapping gently around her throat while the other dipped between her legs. "This is what your husband is missing. This tight little married pussy that’s been mine every night."

Sarah moaned as his thick fingers found her soaked folds. She was dripping—had been since the elevator. "Yes… fuck, Mike. He could never get me this wet. His little dick barely does anything for me anymore."

Mike pushed her forward until her hands braced against the mirror. He kicked her feet apart, lined up the fat head of his big black cock, and thrust in hard. Sarah cried out in pleasure as he stretched her wide, filling her completely in one powerful stroke.

"Oh my god—yes!" she gasped, her breath fogging the glass. Mike started fucking her with deep, relentless strokes, his hips slapping against her ass. Each thrust made her plaid skirt—still bunched around her waist—bounce. Her tits swayed heavily in the reflection.

"You gonna tell him tomorrow how I bent you over and ruined you again?" Mike grunted, one hand gripping her hip hard enough to leave marks while the other reached around to rub her clit.

"Yes—fuck—yes!" Sarah moaned louder. "I’ll tell him how you made me cum three times before you even filled me up. How your cock reaches places he’s never touched. How I’m starting to crave this every single night instead of him."

Mike’s pace quickened. He grabbed a fistful of her long brown hair and pulled her head back so she had to watch herself getting fucked in the mirror. Sarah’s face was flushed with pure bliss—the same radiant, confident smile from the elevator photo now twisted into an expression of raw ecstasy.

She came hard, legs shaking, her pussy clenching around his thick shaft. Mike didn’t stop. He fucked her through the orgasm, then pulled out, spun her around, and lifted her onto the bed. He climbed on top, pinning her down, and drove back inside her in one smooth motion.

As he pounded her missionary style, Sarah’s nails raked down his back. "Tell me again," she panted between moans. "Tell me I’m your little office slut now."

"You’re my slut," Mike growled, slamming into her harder. "This pussy belongs to me for the rest of this trip… and probably long after we get home."

Sarah came again, screaming his name loud enough that she briefly wondered if the neighboring rooms could hear. Mike followed soon after, burying himself deep and flooding her with hot, thick cum.

They collapsed together, sweaty and breathing hard. Sarah reached for her phone, snapped a quick, discreet photo of her flushed face and messy hair, and sent it to David with a single caption:

"Still being well looked after 😘 Good night, honey. Kiss the kids for me."

Mike chuckled beside her, already hardening again against her thigh.

"Round two?" he asked.

Sarah grinned and spread her legs wider.

"Make it rough this time. I want to feel you all day tomorrow."