I knocked, the sound echoing in the quiet afternoon, and I saw her approaching, her steps hesitant, her body language betraying the storm of emotions raging within her.
"Oh, Mr. Manager, you are here...." she said, her voice a breathy whisper, her cheeks already flushed a deep red, her lips dry and cracked from the heat of her desire.
"Yeah, can I come in?" I asked, my voice laced with a mix of command and invitation, knowing that she would be powerless to resist.
Mrs. Oikawa hesitated for a moment, her eyes darting between me and the open doorway, a silent battle waging within her. "Yes... yes, Mr. Manager, come inside," she finally stammered, her voice barely above a whisper, her breath coming in heavy, deep gasps.
As I stepped into her home, the air thick with the scent of her arousal, I took in the sight of her, her body trembling with need, her pussy already slick and swollen, the fluid dripping down her inner thighs, a testament to the intensity of her desire.
"Hmm, looks like those commands hit hard on her," I murmured, a wicked grin spreading across my face as I took a step closer, my eyes never leaving hers, holding her gaze, trapping her in my web of power and pleasure.
"Mrs. Oikawa, were you masturbating?" I asked, my voice a low, suggestive murmur, a hint of amusement and dominance in my tone.
Mrs. Oikawa flustered, her embarrassment palpable as she stammered, her words tumbling out in a rush. "Wh-... what are you saying, Mr. Manager?"
I leaned in close, my voice a low, commanding whisper. "Mrs. Oikawa, please don't refrain yourself. Tell me the truth..."
"No, I am saying the truth only, Mr. Manager. It is not decent to talk to a married woman. Please get out of my house," she protested, her voice a mix of indignation and desperation, a futile attempt to maintain her dignity in the face of her overwhelming desire.
I chuckled, a low, throaty sound that sent shivers down her spine. "Hmmm, why do people lie? Skill activate: You will forget how to lie, Mrs. Oikawa. All you will say is the truth..."
As the skill took effect, I could see the change in her, the way her eyes widened, the way her body tensed, the way her breath hitched as the truth spilled from her lips, unfiltered and unapologetic.
"So, Mrs. Oikawa, did you masturbate?"
"I am telling you, I have been masturbating since morning, ever since I saw you," she confessed, her voice a mix of shame and desire, her eyes filled with a pleading, desperate need.
"WHAT? WHAT AM I SAYING," she exclaimed, her hand flying to her mouth, a look of horror and disbelief on her face as she realized the extent of her confession.
"Here comes the truth," I murmured, a slow, predatory grin spreading across my face. "I love how honest you are, Mrs. Oikawa..."
I took a step closer, my voice a low, commanding growl. "Do you want my dick?"
"What are you talking about, Manager....." she began, but her words trailed off as her body betrayed her, her hips bucking slightly, her pussy clenching with need.
"I want your dick. Please fuck me," she moaned, her voice a desperate, pleading whisper.
"Okay..." I replied, my voice a low, husky murmur as I approached her, my hands reaching out, my touch firm and confident as I caught her, my arms wrapping around her, pulling her close, trapping her against me.
"Mr. Manager, please stop. It's not good... please fuck me," she whimpered, her body trembling with need, her mind a whirlwind of confusion and desire, her words a jumbled, incoherent plea for release.
"What is this? What am I saying?
Why am I saying this?" she wondered aloud, her voice a mix of confusion and wonder as she felt the power of my skill, the irresistible pull of my command.
"Mrs. Oikawa, you are being honest. Don't worry," I murmured, my voice a low, soothing whisper as I unzipped my pants, my cock springing free, hard and ready for action.
"That cock... that is the same cock I was dreaming of," she gasped, her eyes widening in recognition, a mix of fear and awe in her gaze as she took in the sight of my manhood, thick and throbbing, begging for her touch, her mouth, her everything.
"That means it was Mr. Manager that I had sex with," she realized, her voice a breathy whisper, a hint of disbelief and wonder in her tone as the pieces fell into place, the truth of our encounter laid bare before her.
"I am getting arousal and tingling all over my body.
Yes, please give me the cock," she moaned, her body arching against mine, seeking more, always more, her pussy dripping with need, her body begging for release.
"Mrs. Oikawa, I am ready. You are only resisting it," I growled, my voice a low, commanding murmur as I positioned her, my cock poised at her entrance, ready to claim her, to fill her, to fulfill every dark, desperate desire that raged within her.
As Mrs. Oikawa resisted, her body tensing, her mind fighting against the overwhelming pull of my command, I could feel the power surging through me, the irresistible urge to claim her, to make her mine in every way possible.
"Mr. Manager, please stop. This is wrong," she pleaded, her voice a desperate, broken whisper, her eyes filled with a mix of fear and desire, a silent battle raging within her.
But I was beyond caring, beyond reason, my body and mind consumed by the primal need to fuck, to conquer, to claim. With a fierce, animalistic growl, I reached out, my hands tearing at her clothes, the fabric ripping and giving way beneath my strength, exposing her soft, supple flesh to my hungry gaze.
Mrs. Oikawa cried out, a mix of pain and pleasure, her body arching as I tore away the last remnants of her modesty, leaving her bare and vulnerable before me. And as I positioned myself between her thighs, my cock poised at her entrance, I could feel the heat of her, the wetness, the way her body begged for mine, despite her mind's futile protests.
With a single, powerful thrust, I penetrated her, my cock filling her completely, stretching her, claiming her as mine. Mrs. Oikawa screamed, a guttural, primal sound that echoed through the room, a symphony of pain and pleasure, of resistance and surrender, as her body accommodated the intrusion, her pussy clenching around my shaft, milking me, begging for more.
"Ahhh, yes, this is what I want for," she cried out, her voice a desperate, pleading moan, her words a jumbled, incoherent confession as the skill took hold, forcing the truth from her lips, despite her mind's desperate attempts to resist.
I began to move, my hips thrusting against hers, my cock sliding in and out of her wet, willing pussy, the friction sending sparks of pleasure coursing through us both. Mrs. Oikawa's cries filled the room, a mix of screams and moans, of pleas and curses, her body bucking and writhing beneath mine, her nails digging into my back, leaving bloody trails in their wake.
I flipped her over, positioning her on her hands and knees, her ass high in the air, her pussy open and ready for me. With a single, powerful thrust, I entered her from behind, my cock filling her completely, my balls slapping against her clit with each thrust, sending shocks of pleasure crashing through her body.
"Fuck, yes, harder, please," she begged, her voice a desperate, pleading moan, her body pushing back against mine, seeking more, always more, her pussy clenching around my cock, milking me, begging for my release.
I complied, my thrusts growing harder, faster, more intense, my body slamming against hers, the sound of flesh meeting flesh echoing in the room, a primal, savage symphony of lust and desire.
I pulled out, my cock glistening with her juices, and positioned her on her back, her legs draped over my shoulders, her pussy open and exposed, begging for my cock. With a single, powerful thrust, I entered her once more, my cock filling her completely, my body covering hers, trapping her beneath me, a prisoner to my will, my desire, my command.
"Oh god, yes, fuck me, please," she cried out, her voice a desperate, pleading moan, her body arching against mine, her pussy clenching around my cock, milking me, begging for my release.
Mrs. Oikawa's confessions spilled from her lips, raw and unfiltered, a testament to the power of my skill and the depths of her desire. "Aah, yes, I can feel it. I tried everything—dildo, vibrator, even a fist, but nothing was satisfying that hole. I don't know what it is that Manager has, but his cock is the only thing that can deal with the hunger of my pussy..."
Her words sent a jolt of satisfaction and lust coursing through my veins, fueling my need to claim her, to dominate her, to make her mine in every way possible. "Aahh, fuck meee, yeaahh, pleaseee..." she begged, her voice a desperate, pleading moan, her body bucking and writhing beneath me, seeking more, always more.
I leaned in close, my voice a low, commanding growl. "Tell me, slut, how much do you love it?"
"Manager, ple—yeaasss, don't use this language," she stammered, her eyes filled with a mix of embarrassment and desire, her body betraying her true feelings, the way she pushed against me, seeking more, begging for release.
"Tell me, are you a cock-mongering slut or not?" I demanded, my voice a low, threatening murmur, my hands roaming over her body, teasing and tormenting, pinching her nipples, sending shocks of pleasure and pain crashing through her.
"Yes, yes... I am a cock-loving slut. Please continue," she moaned, her voice a desperate, pleading whisper, her body arching against mine, her pussy clenching around my cock, milking me, begging for my release.
As I thrust with more power in the doggy position, my hips slamming against her ass, my cock filling her completely, stretching her, claiming her, I could feel her body responding, her moans growing louder, her cries more desperate, more needy.
"Manager, I am about to cummm..." she cried out, her voice a guttural, primal sound, her body tensing, her pussy clenching around my cock, milking me, begging for my release.
"Aaaaaaaaaaahhh, fuckkkkkkk, yes..." she screamed, her orgasm crashing over her, her body shuddering, her pussy spasming, her juices gushing around my cock, coating me, marking me as hers.
As I pulled out, my cock glistening with her juices, I could see the shock in her eyes, the way her mouth opened and closed, a silent question hanging in the air. "What? You shocked? I didn't ejaculate," I said with a grin, a wicked glint in my eye, knowing that this was just the beginning, that I had so much more in store for her, so much more to give, to take, to claim.
I picked her up effortlessly, her legs wrapping around my waist, her arms clinging to my neck, her body pressing against mine, seeking more, always more. And as I thrust my cock deep inside her once more, I could feel the way her body accommodated me, the way she stretched to take me, to hold me, to keep me forever.
"Ohh, fuck, that's too much inside. It may break my uterus," she gasped, her eyes wide with a mix of pain and pleasure, her body trembling with the intensity of the sensation, the way I filled her, completed her, made her whole.
And as I began to move, my hips thrusting against hers, my cock sliding in and out of her wet, willing pussy, I could feel the way her body responded, the way she matched my rhythm, her hips bucking against mine, her pussy clenching around my cock, milking me, begging for my release.
Her moans grew louder, her cries more desperate, more needy, her body writhing and bucking beneath me, her nails digging into my back, leaving bloody trails in their wake. "Oooooooo yeahhhhh!!! I am going emptyyyyy, fuckkk, fuckk," she screamed, her eyes rolling up with each thrust, her spit flying from her mouth, her tongue lolling out like a dog, a primal, savage sound escaping her lips, a symphony of pleasure and ecstasy, of surrender and submission.
As I felt my own orgasm building, my balls tightening, my cock throbbing with the need for release, I leaned in close, my voice a low, commanding growl. "Tell me, Mrs. Oikawa, have you experienced something like this ever before?"
"No, no, I haven't," she gasped, her voice a desperate, broken whisper, her consciousness fading, her body giving in to the overwhelming pleasure, the irresistible pull of my command, the depths of her desire, the power of my cock, the intensity of our connection, the unbridled passion that raged between us, a force so powerful, so all-consuming, that it left us both forever changed, forever mine.