Disqualified Boss

I'm just a normal office worker, name's Masaki. Nothing special, except for my boss, Kagura. Now, Kagura is something else entirely. She's got the kind of body that turns heads and stirs desires in even the most stoic of hearts. Her O-cup breasts are like two mountains of flesh that seem to defy gravity, and she carries herself with a confidence that could make a saint question their vows. She's got the kind of power that comes from knowing she can bend anyone to her will, and she's not afraid to use it. So, when she told me we'd be sharing a hotel room on our upcoming business trip, I knew this was my golden opportunity to claim what I've been craving for so long.

We arrived at the hotel, and she sailed past the reception desk with that air of authority that seemed to make the world bow to her. The clerk barely even glanced at me as he handed us the keycard, too busy ogling Kagura's chest to care about anything else. The room was nice, standard for business travelers—clean, spacious, with a king-sized bed that looked like it could barely contain her.

The trip itself was pretty standard—meetings, dinners, the usual bullshit. But every moment outside the room was just a tease, a taste of the feast that awaited me when the door was locked and we were finally alone. I couldn't help but steal glances at her, her blouse stretched tightly over her breasts, the slight jiggle that seemed to hypnotize everyone in the room. I had to bite my tongue to keep from drooling.

The night of the big deal, we were both exhausted. We returned to the room, and she immediately kicked off her heels, letting out a sigh of relief. The sight of her bare feet was surprisingly erotic, and I felt my cock stirring in my pants. She walked over to the bed and sat down, her skirt riding up just enough to give me a peek at her stocking tops.

"Masaki, come over here," she said, patting the bed. "We need to go over the contract one more time before the meeting tomorrow."

I approached, trying to keep my cool as my heart hammered in my chest. As I sat beside her, the scent of her perfume washed over me, and I knew that I wouldn't be able to resist much longer.

"Thank you, Kagura," I said, opening the briefcase and laying out the papers. "Let's make sure everything is in order."

But she had other plans. She leaned over the bed, her breasts pressing against the fabric of her blouse, and whispered in my ear.

"Why don't you take a break, and I'll take care of you?"

Before I could react, she had her hand on my thigh, slowly moving upward. I felt my cock strain against my zipper, **** for release.

"Kagura," I murmured, "What are you—"

"Shh," she said, placing a finger on my lips. "Let me take the lead tonight."

And with that, she unzipped my pants and pulled out my hardened member. I couldn't believe what was happening—my fantasy was playing out in real life, and it was more intense than I ever could have imagined.

Her hand was warm and skilled as she began to stroke me. My eyes rolled back in my head as she took over, her touch sending shockwaves through my body. And then she leaned down, her luscious red lips wrapping around the tip of my cock.

Her mouth was wet and hot, her tongue dancing along the length of my shaft as she took me deeper and deeper. She moaned around me, the vibrations sending me to the brink of ecstasy. Her eyes never left mine as she sucked, her cheeks hollowing with each bob of her head.

I reached out to touch her, but she slapped my hand away.

"Just watch," she said, a smirk playing at the corners of her mouth. "Let me do all the work."

And so I did. I watched as she worked my cock, her breasts swaying with each movement. I could see the outline of her nipples, hard and erect through her blouse, and I knew that she was enjoying this just as much as I was.

But I couldn't hold out much longer. I was about to explode when she sat up, straddling me. Her blouse was open now, her massive tits spilling out like a waterfall of flesh. She took one in each hand and began to squeeze them together, pushing them against my cock.

"You like that?" she purred, her eyes gleaming with lust.

I could only nod, the words stuck in my throat as she began to rub herself against me. Her panties were soaked, and the friction was driving me wild.

"You want to fuck me, don't you?" she whispered.

"Yes," I managed to croak out. "I want to fuck you so badly."

"Good boy," she said, sliding her panties to the side and lowering herself onto my cock.

The feeling of her warm, tight pussy engulfing me was indescribable. She was so wet, so ready for me, and she took me in without hesitation. She began to ride me, her tits bouncing in my face, and I couldn't resist the urge to lean in and suck on one of her nipples.

Her moans grew louder as she picked up the pace, her hips grinding against me. I could feel her walls tightening around me, and I knew she was close.

"I'm going to creampie you," I said, the words slipping out before I could stop them.

"Mm, yes," she replied, her voice thick with desire. "I want it all."

That was all the encouragement I needed. I grabbed her hips and slammed into her, filling her to the brim. She threw her head back and screamed my name as I emptied every last drop of cum into her. She was so tight, so warm, and the feeling was like nothing I had ever experienced before.

We collapsed onto the bed, both of us panting and sweaty. Her breasts heaved with every breath she took, and I couldn't stop staring at the mess we had made.

"Now, that's how you seal a deal," she said, a wicked smile spreading across her face.

The rest of the trip was a blur of sex and business. We fucked in the shower, against the wall, on the desk in the hotel room—anywhere we could find a moment of privacy. And each time, she begged for my cum, her pussy greedy for every drop.

But the best was yet to come. On the last night, she had a surprise for me.

"Masaki," she said, her voice low and seductive. "I want you to do something for me."

"Anything," I said, eager to please.

"I want you to creampie me in front of the mirror."

I didn't need to be told twice. We moved to the bed, and she positioned herself on all fours, her ass in the air. The sight of her pussy, glistening with arousal, was almost too much to handle.

"Look at yourself," she whispered. "Look at how much you want to fill me up."

I lined up my cock and pushed into her from behind, her moans echoing through the room. She was so wet and sloppy from our previous encounters that it was easy to slide in and out of her. I watched in the mirror as she played with her clit, her eyes never leaving mine.

As I fucked her harder and deeper, she began to quiver, her orgasm building.

"Cum inside me," she begged. "I want to feel you fill me up."

And so, with one final thrust, I did. I shot my load deep into her, watching as her pussy swallowed every drop. She collapsed onto the bed, a satisfied smile on her face.

"That's it," she murmured. "Good boy."

We cleaned up and fell asleep in each other's arms, my cock still nestled inside her. It was the closest I had ever felt to someone, and I knew that this was just the beginning of our sordid affair.

The trip ended, and we returned to the office, but things were different now. The power dynamics had shifted. She knew that she had me wrapped around her finger, and she didn't hesitate to use it. She'd send me texts throughout the day, telling me what she wanted me to do to her that night, and I'd spend hours dreaming about our next encounter.

Our secret remained just that—a secret. But every time we were alone, it was as if we were back in that hotel room, her body my playground, her pussy my home.

And as for the business deal? Well, let's just say that the only thing that got fucked more than the competition was Kagura's tight, creampied pussy. And I wouldn't have it any other way.