Sales bonus

Mark jolted awake, chest heaving, cock twitching violently. His dream had been so vivid, Emma bent over a desk, office men lined up behind her, spitting, grunting, taking turns. He could still see it. He could smell it.

And then he realized.

His boxers were soaked. Hot, sticky ropes of cum smeared across his belly and thighs. He hadn’t done that, hadn’t cum in his sleep, since he was a teenager.

The bathroom door clicked open. Emma walked in, hair damp from the shower, body wrapped in only a towel. She stopped dead when she saw him. Then the smirk spread across her face.

“Well, well, well,” she purred. She peeled the towel away, letting it drop, standing gloriously naked with her tits hanging heavy, pink nipples stiff. “My poor little husband’s had an accident.”

Mark stammered, face burning red. “I— I didn’t—”

Emma bent over him, tits brushing his chest, hand dragging through the sticky mess on his stomach. She held her fingers up, wet with his cum, sniffed dramatically, then laughed.

“You’re pathetic,” she whispered in her posh, cruel tone. “A grown man, spurting in his sleep like a schoolboy, while your wife gets her cunt split by real men at work. God, you are broken.”

Mark groaned, humiliated, his cock already twitching hard again despite himself.

9 am the staff were gathered in the open office. Zack stood at the front, tall, smug, his blonde hair gleaming under the lights. Beside him stood Emma, Nurse Emma, in her obscene uniform, tits spilling out, skirt flashing her bare pussy whenever she shifted her weight.

Zack clapped his hands. “Alright boys. New incentive. Whoever closes the highest sales today gets a special reward.” He grinned. “They get to spend one-on-one time with our very own nurse.”

The office erupted in noise. Whoops. Laughter. Cheers. Emma stepped forward, clipboard in hand, voice cutting through in her crisp English accent.

“And that includes full sex,” she added, cheeks flushed, eyes sparkling wickedly. “Vaginal… and anal.”

The room exploded. Chairs scraped, men shouted, some pounded desks. The energy turned feral. Everyone wanted her.

Mark’s chest thudded. He clenched his fists. If it had to happen… it should be him. He had to claim her back, somehow.

The office turned into a battleground. Phones slammed, voices rose, deals were closed with **** speed. Mark had never worked so hard, sweating through his shirt, words tumbling out rapid-fire to clients.

By late afternoon, the numbers were tallied. Mark sat back, trembling, his total the highest. Relief coursed through him. He’d done it.

Then a voice piped up from the back.

“Uh… check again.”

It was Josh — twenty-four, dark-haired, built lean like a track athlete. Fresh out of uni, cocky, hungry. He waved his tally sheet in the air. “One more than Mark.”

The room erupted in laughter. “Ooooohhh!”

“Old man beat by the kid!”

“Looks like Joshy gets the nurse’s ass tonight!”

Mark’s stomach dropped through the floor.

Zack held up his hands, grinning like the devil. “Alright, alright. Josh wins. But…” His eyes slid toward Mark. “…our runner-up gets a consolation prize. He can watch. From start to finish.”

The men cheered louder.

Emma’s lips parted. She looked right at Mark, her eyes blazing with lust and cruelty. “Perfect,” she purred.

Nurse Emma walked over and pulled Josh's tie and lead him to the medical room, Mark followed at a distance,

The crowd around was buzzing, but only three entered. Zack shut the door behind them, locking it.

Emma turned toward Josh, her tits bouncing free as she tugged her uniform top open. Her pink nipples stood stiff, heavy breasts spilling forward. “Shall we begin, darling?” she asked, her voice dripping with filth.

Josh stripped without hesitation. His body was smooth, tight, veined, everything Mark’s wasn’t. And then his cock sprang free, thick, long, heavy, slapping against his stomach. Mark’s throat tightened. It dwarfed him.

Emma gasped softly, eyes wide. “Ohhh… look at you.” She dropped to her knees in front of him, her long blonde hair spilling down, tits hanging. She wrapped one soft hand around Josh’s shaft, the other cupping his balls. She looked back at Mark as she licked the head. “So much cock. Three times your size, darling. And I get it all.”

Josh groaned as she slid her lips over him, deep, sloppy, her cheeks hollowing. Spit ran down her chin. Her tits swung with each movement. She gagged, then laughed, her posh voice thick with filth. “God, you’re huge.”

Mark’s cock ached painfully in his trousers. He wasn’t allowed to touch. He could only sit, sweating, watching his wife worship a man half his age.

Emma climbed onto the medical table, spreading her long legs wide, pussy glistening, folds flushed pink. She looked at Josh. “Fuck me. Hard. Show him what a real cock feels like inside me.”

Josh slammed into her with one brutal thrust. Emma screamed, her tits bouncing wildly as his hips hammered hers. “Yes! God, yes! Stretch me open!”

She looked straight at Mark as Josh jackhammered her, her voice hoarse and cruel. “Can you see this? He’s splitting my cunt in half! So much cock inside me, more than you ever gave me in our whole marriage!”

Josh grunted, grabbing her hips, pounding harder. The sound of flesh slapping filled the room. Emma clawed at his back, her legs wrapped tight around his waist. “Give me your cum, fill me up!”

Mark sat frozen, cock straining against his trousers, shame burning his face. He wanted to hate it. He wanted to leave. But his cock twitched harder with every word, every thrust, every scream.

Emma gasped, her voice cracking as Josh’s pace built to a frenzy. “Oh, and don’t forget, darling, he’s taking my ass too.”

Mark’s chest heaved. His nails dug half-moons into his palms. He couldn’t move, couldn’t look away.

Emma pulled herself free of Josh's massive hard cock, it hung in the air ridged, gleaming with her juices. Emma Bent over and pulled her ass cheeks apart showing off her small brown ring, they had never done anything like this before and as far as mark knew her ass was still a virgin.

Mark watched in horror as Josh slowly pushed himself into the tight hole, Emma screamed in pain and dug her finger nails into the medical bed, inch by slow inch Josh entered her until she could take no more.

"Fuck, that feels so good, I, I cant believe you are so deep" She said through pants.

Emma was a vision of frenzy, blonde hair flying, tits bouncing obscenely, voice cracked with pleasure. And yet, through the gasps, through the moans, she kept twisting the knife.

Her head snapped toward him mid-thrust, eyes wild, voice sharp and cutting

“Do you hear me, darling? Do you hear the way he owns me? He’s inside me in ways you’ve never managed. I’m stretched, I’m shaking and it’s not you. It never will be you.”

Josh grunted, breath harsh, sweat running down his chest. He barely glanced at Mark, too consumed with the woman clinging to him, demanding more.

Emma’s words turned crueller, posher, mocking.

“Oh, my poor husband. Sat there with his trousers bulging, drooling like a schoolboy, while I take this… this monster. God.”

The sounds grew louder, wetter, obscene. Mark’s cock throbbed painfully against the fabric of his pants. His humiliation was total and yet, his body betrayed him, trembling with arousal.

Emma’s scream cut the air. Her body arched, her voice a jagged blend of agony and ecstasy. She didn’t even look at Josh when she came she looked straight at Mark, smirking through her shuddering release.

“That’s what a real man feels like, darling.”

When it was over, Emma lay sprawled on the medical table, hair tangled, makeup smeared, body glistening with exertion her arsehole stretched and still open with Josh's spunk dripping out of her.

Josh pulled his clothes back on with a satisfied grin, hardly sparing Mark a glance as he left.

Zack’s chuckle filled the silence. “Good girl,” he said to Emma, like she was a prized pet. Then, to Mark: “You’re a lucky man. Not many husbands get front-row seats.”

Mark couldn’t answer. Everyone would now know that Emma was his wife and what had happened. His throat was tight, his chest hollow. He stood stiffly, following Emma out, every step heavier than the last.

Later that night, Mark sat on the edge of the bed, shirt half undone, staring at the floor. He couldn’t shake the images — Emma’s body bucking, her voice dripping venom and delight. His cock was hard again, pulsing, but he didn’t dare touch it.

Emma emerged from the bathroom, naked, radiant. She climbed onto the bed like a queen claiming her throne, stretching her long body luxuriously.

“Well,” she began in her cruel, posh lilt, “that was… invigorating.” She toyed with her nipple absentmindedly, watching him squirm. “Josh was insatiable. Young, fit… my god, his stamina. He had me screaming in ways you’ve only ever heard from the next room.”

Mark swallowed hard. “Emma, please…”

She ignored him, rolling onto her side, her face close to his ear. “And the size, darling. Let’s be honest. When I held him… when I took him…” She giggled, low and vicious. “I couldn’t help but laugh at the comparison. You’re so… modest. It barely counts.”

Mark groaned, shame burning him alive. His cock throbbed, sticky with precum.

Emma’s hand darted down, palming the bulge through his trousers. She tutted softly. “Pathetic. Leaking like a tap just from listening. No, no, this isn’t yours to touch anymore. You don’t get to decide when you spill. That’s my right.”

She pulled back, settling against her pillows, smirk carved into her beautiful face. “From now on, darling, your only release comes from me. And only when I allow it. Otherwise, you can sit there, hard and aching, while I’m filled by real men. Do you understand?”

Mark’s voice cracked. “…Yes.”

Emma’s laugh was sharp and delighted. She rolled over, presenting her back to him, hair fanning across the pillow. “Good boy. Sleep well. Tomorrow will be another busy day.”

Mark lay in the dark, cock throbbing, chest tight with rage and arousal. He hated Josh. He hated Zack. He hated Emma’s cruelty.

And yet, somewhere deep inside, a sick truth twisted tighter, he loved his new life.