Tamed Annoying MILF

Name's Jacob, i'm a foreigner who work in Japan as security in Mall. My japanese is pretty good so i wasn't found any trouble communicate with everyone here. I'm 19, six foot three, and built like a brick shithouse, thanks to the gym and my protein-rich diet.

Today's my night shift, i walk around the mall to make sure everything is secure, and as usual, i'd pass by Miss Akemi's office. Miss Akemi is the mall's owner, a short, busty woman with a sharp tongue and a penchant for wearing tight business suits that highlight her curves. She's known around here for her stern demeanor and her dislike of the security team. I swear, she thinks we're just here to get in the way of her business.

As i'm patrolling, i notice her arguing with a vendor over some petty issue. Her cheeks are flushed, and she's gesturing wildly with her arms, her breasts bouncing in her tight blouse with every move. She's so caught up in her tirade that she doesn't even acknowledge me when i enter the room. The vendor, a small, balding man, is trembling under her gaze, clearly intimidated by the powerhouse she is.

"Miss Akemi," i say, trying to cut through the tension, "Is there a problem?"

Her eyes snap to me, and for a moment, she looks surprised that I dare interrupt. But then she regains her composure, and a smug smile plays on her lips. "Ah, Jacob-san," she says, her voice dripping with sarcasm, "Our resident muscle-bound hero. What a surprise to see you actually working."

"I know this is a bad idea." say to myself as I watch Miss Akemi from afar. She's a **** to be reckoned with, that much is clear, but there's something about the way she carries herself that makes me want to push her buttons, to see if there's anything underneath that cold, unyielding exterior. I decide to take a risk and lean against the doorframe of her office, arms folded over my chest, biceps bulging under my uniform. She stops mid-sentence, her eyes sweeping over my form, a hint of curiosity flashing in them.

The vendor quickly takes the opportunity to scurry away, leaving us alone in the room. Miss Akemi turns to me, her expression a mix of irritation and challenge. "Is there something you need, Jacob-san?" she asks, her tone sharp.

"No, just wandering what are you doing in this mall this late. It's part of my job you know miss, no offense." while leaning on the wall, i can feel my cock swelling as her eyes linger on my arms. She's playing tough, but I can see the spark of interest in her gaze.

Miss Akemi sighs, rolling her eyes. "I had to deal with this idiot," she says, gesturing towards the retreating vendor. "He's been slacking off, and the quality of his products is dropping. Can't have that in my mall." She crosses her arms under her breasts, pushing them up even further, and I can't help but admire the way the fabric stretches tightly across her chest.

"Really ?. which one ?." I ask, trying to keep my voice as neutral as possible. She points to the vendor's stall, which is now closed. "The one with the electronics. His goods are starting to cause complaints. I can't have that." She says, her voice a little less harsh, but still firm.

Her scent fills the small space, a mix of sweet perfume and the faint smell of sweat from her earlier outburst. I can't help but inhale deeply, my cock growing harder at the thought of her being even slightly ****. "Miss Akemi, I understand that you want the best for the mall, but maybe there's a better way to handle it than scaring the shit out of people." I reply, my voice a low rumble that seems to resonate in the quiet office.

Her eyes narrow at my words, but she doesn't back down. "And what would you know about running a business, Jacob-san?" she asks, a challenge in her tone. "You're just here to break up fights and look pretty."

Screw this, i can't let this slut underestimate me more further. "Miss Akemi, I know a thing or two about handling situations," I reply, pushing myself off the doorframe and walking closer to her. She looks up at me, her eyes widening slightly as I tower over her desk.

Without waiting for a response, I lean down and grab her chin, tilting her head up so she's **** to look into my eyes. She gasps, but doesn't pull away. The heat between us is palpable, and I know she feels it too. "I can handle situations," I repeat, my voice dropping to a murmur. "And right now, I'm going to show you just how good I am at it."

Before she can protest, I crush my lips to hers in a demanding kiss. She's momentarily taken aback, but quickly responds, her tongue darting out to meet mine. Her hands come up to grip my arms, her nails digging into my flesh. The sound of our **** breaths fills the small room, our mouths moving in a frantic dance of passion and power.

Her body melts against mine, and I can feel the softness of her curves pressing against my hard muscles. My cock is straining against the fabric of my pants, begging to be released. I break the kiss and start to unbutton her blouse, my hands trembling with anticipation. She doesn't stop me, instead, she helps me, her breaths coming in short pants.

Once her blouse is open, I can't resist the temptation anymore. I palm her breasts, feeling the weight of them in my hands, her nipples hardening against my palms. She gasps, arching her back, pushing herself further into my touch. "You like that, Miss Akemi?" I ask, a smug smile playing on my lips.

"Yes," she whispers, her voice hoarse. "I want more."

I oblige, my mouth descending to capture one of her nipples, sucking and teasing it until she's moaning. Her hands are in my hair, holding me to her chest, her legs parting slightly to allow me better access. I take the hint and move between her legs, pushing her skirt up to her waist.

Her panties are soaked, and I can smell her arousal in the air. "Looks like someone's been a naughty girl," I murmur, my teeth grazing her ear. She shudders, and I can feel her wetness against my fingers as I slide them under the fabric. "You want this, don't you?"

"Yes," she moans, her voice barely audible. "I want you, Jacob."

With that, all pretenses of professionalism are gone. I rip her panties off and slam into her, my cock filling her tight pussy in one swift movement. She cries out, her nails digging into my shoulders as she adjusts to my size. I start to move, my hips pistoning in and out of her, each thrust hitting her just right.

The sound of our bodies slapping together fills the room, along with her cries of pleasure. I can feel her tightening around me, her orgasm building. I increase my pace, wanting to feel her come undone under me. And just as she's about to reach the peak, I pull out, leaving her gasping and ****.

"What the fuck are you doing?" she snarls, glaring at me. But I just smile, knowing I've got her right where I want her.

"Miss Akemi," I say, my voice low and full of promise, "I'm just showing you who's really in charge here." And with that, I push her down onto her desk, spread her legs wider, and dive back into her, not stopping until she's screaming my name in ecstasy.

The tension between us has shifted, the power dynamic has changed. She's no longer the untouchable queen bee of the mall, but a writhing, begging mess underneath me. And I revel in every moment of it, every gasp, every moan, every **** plea for more.

As we reach our climax, our bodies locked together in a dance of pleasure, I know that from now on, she'll think twice before underestimating me. And as we both collapse, panting and spent, I can't help but feel a sense of victory.

I start to creampied her, my cock pulsing deep inside her as I fill her up with my hot, sticky cum. She gasps, her body convulsing around me, her orgasm crashing over her in waves. Her nails dig into my back, leaving marks as she tries to hold onto the last shreds of control. I pull out slowly, watching as my seed leaks out of her, staining her pristine white skirt.

Miss Akemi looks up at me, her eyes glazed over with lust and surprise. She's never been fucked like this before, and it's clear she's both shocked and turned on by it. I lean down and whisper in her ear, "You're mine now. You'll do as I say."

Her response is a whimper of submission, and I can't resist the urge to kiss her neck, my teeth grazing her sensitive skin. She arches her back, silently asking for more. I bite down lightly, eliciting a moan from her, and she shudders with pleasure. "Good girl," I murmur, and she blushes, the arousal clear on her face.

We both take a moment to catch our breath, our bodies still tangled together on her desk. The air is thick with the scent of our mingled lust, and the sound of our heavy breathing echoes in the quiet office. Her blouse is open, revealing her bare breasts, and her skirt is hiked up around her waist. She's a mess, but she's never looked more beautiful to me.

As we both sit up, she adjusts her clothing, trying to regain some semblance of composure. But she can't hide the way she looks at me now, with a mix of desire and respect. She knows she's been conquered, and she's okay with it.

We spend the rest of the night exploring each other's bodies, finding new ways to drive each other wild. Her sharp tongue turns into sweet whispers of pleasure, and her firm demeanor softens into gentle moans. I learn every inch of her, every button to push, every spot that makes her squirm.

And when the sun starts to rise, we lay there, tangled in each other's arms, both of us spent and satisfied. Miss Akemi looks at me with something new in her eyes, something that wasn't there before. It's not just lust anymore, it's something deeper, something that could be the start of something more.

As we get dressed, she leans into me, pressing a soft kiss to my neck. "Thank you, Jacob-san," she says, her voice still hoarse from our earlier activities. I smile, knowing that she'll think twice before she tries to push me around again. But I also know that there's a part of her that craves this, craves the feeling of being taken, of being dominated.

From that things happened, she always show her slutty face in front of me, wherever when we both had a chance to be alone together, she'd always find a way to make sure we were. It started with little things, like 'accidentally' brushing against me in tight spaces, or asking me to help her with something in her office after everyone else had left. I could see the hunger in her eyes, the way she'd look at my bulging muscles when she thought I wasn't watching. And each time we were alone, she'd push the boundaries a little further, until I couldn't resist taking her again.