A hostile takeover

She'd never had this many bags on her arms before! Rick was spoiling her rotten here and she was loving every second of it. She felt a little guilty, but she wasn't going to let that stop her. Mike couldn't even hope to get her this kind of stuff, so she was relishing in the opportunity.

They finally got to the lingerie and Jemma couldn't help but turn beet red. "No need to worry, dear," he said as his arm slid around her waist. "I'm sure we can find something that your husband would really like to see you in." Jemma didn't quite catch the innuendo, but rather took it as encouragement.

"He's right," she thought. "I should take advantage of this while I can!" It was a little embarrassing as she flirted around the store looking at lingerie with her husband's boss. But he seemed kind-spirited about it. As she was in the booth to try the lingerie on, she ran into a bit of a snag. "Fuck," she said, trying to undo the bra. "It's stuck." She couldn't just shout that she needed help. She hated to do this, but she needed to ask Rick for help. She peeked her head out with a bright smile, "hey, Rick, can you come in here real quick?"

His heart just about skipped a beat when she called him in. She sure was moving fast. But he wasn't going to miss this opportunity. He entered in, face to face with her in her red lingerie.

"Okay, so—" Jemma was cut off as his lips met hers once again. One of his arms wrapped around her waist to pull her in closer, his hand resting on and squeezing her ass. For a moment, she melted into the passionate embrace before realizing what was going on. She broke away from the kiss, "what the hell are you doing?"

"Oh, playing innocent, are we? Why else would you invite me in here? You're finally giving me my reward." He gave her ass a squeeze.

"What? R-reward?" She was completely caught off-guard by this.

"The reward for buying you all of this stuff and taking you around the resort. I know girls like you: you're unsatisfied with your husband financially and sexually, so you want someone else to meet those needs.* His free hand snaked between her legs and cupped her pussy, the thing fabric being the only thing in the way.

She felt like the wind had been robbed from her lungs. Where was this coming from? Oh no... Had she been leading him on? Was he expecting this as payment the entire time? She gasped as he pressed her against the wall, his hand sliding along her cunt. "I think a good reward for today would be a nice blowjob. Don't you think I deserve it?"

It felt more like a command than a question. The idea of returning everything didn't even come to her mind. But she had used him and didn't even consider... And he probably wouldn't last long... It was true they couldn't afford this stuff otherwise, so what if she wanted to treat herself on vacation? It would be a one-tine thing and then she'd spend the rest of the vacation with her husband!

"You're right. I'm sorry," she looked down, trying to avoid eye contact.

"Call me Daddy, sweetheart," he grinned as he tilted her chin up.

"Yes... Daddy." She felt an odd heat in her body when she said that. Best not to think about it. He reached around and unclasped the bra—at least that was one problem solved. She didn't exactly want to expose her breasts to him, but she didn't want to make him mad, either. The thought had occurred to her that disobeying him would put their only source of income in jeopardy. She just needed to make it through this.

Rick sat down across from where Jemma stood. He unzipped his pants and pulled out a rather large cock. She hadn't quite been expecting that; her husband was average compared to his boss. Jemma gulped and knelt down in front of him. She met his eyes once again, immediately regretting it upon seeing the commanding and lustful look in his eyes. She reached out and wrapped a hand around it. It's so warm... Jemma stayed to stroke it, watching it grow impressively hard. She was right. He was big.

She felt drops of precum hit her hands, good. He'll be done quick. I might even—

"This is a very bad blowjob, sweetheart," his voice chided.

"S-sorry, daddy!" She replied, hurriedly leaning forward. She barely did this for her husband, so she would have to parrot what she saw in porn and stuff like that. Jemma kept her eyes locked with his as she kissed the base of his cock before running her tongue along it. His musk burned her nose, though it was not all unpleasant. He smelled a bit like mahogany.

Finally, she opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around it. It was an odd sensation to be doing this for another man, but he smelled and felt so... manly. Her mind began to ruminate while she bobbed up and down on his dick.

His moans of approval only encouraged her. She even felt herself growing wet due to the whole thing. "That's a good girl. Keep sucking my cock. Go ahead. Finger yourself. I know you're turned on. You love this, don't you, you little cheating slut? But that's okay. You're mine now, so I can give you plenty."

Jemma groaned in pleasure as his words hit her ears. Why does that sound so hot? I didn't really want to... I shouldn't... Her hand slid down her body until it reached the hem of her panties. No, I can't. But... No one would even know. Her resistance crumbled as her hand dove in to get underwear. She began to finger herself, slowly at first, and then in rhythm with his thrusts. She couldn't believe she was doing this! But it felt so good!

His cumming caught her off-guard. Her eyes widened as she did her best to swallow. She hated the taste, but it was better than covering this lingerie in any. She was frustrated, though, as she hadn't been able to cum yet. When his dick left her mouth, small moans escaped as she tried to finger herself fruitlessly. She was so fucking turned on!

"I can help you with that," he said with a smirk as he slapped her face with his cock.

No. Surely she wasn't going to let him fuck her just so she could get off, right?