His Substitute Woman

Episode 1- introduction

Ethan

I am an entrepreneur in the IT industry. I am 26 year's old. I have struggled a lot in my life to be where I am now. I started my job 7 years ago on a pocket-money salary, but now I have everything which I wished to have except love. During my struggles, I connected with many girls but could not go so far with them. Now my secretary wants to be with me and my office staff as well. I always recruit girls employees to see their maturity and hotness as well. I want to be surrounded by hot and mature female staff. I am desperate for work and want to be at the top of my field. If there are any problems, I always handle them with a positive attitude. All of my office staff see me as a good boss and a good leader.

But I have not found any girl who can touch my heart and see whom my heart rings. I want to be mad at someone's love. I want to do something special for someone. I also want to have s*x with a girl of my choice. Whom I love and she also loves me more than the limit. I also wish that I could go with her to luxury hotels in luxury cars because I have been very lonely. I always gave importance to my work and in this affair, I lost that beautiful moment and beautiful time of life which hardly anyone would like to lose. But now I have so much more than love.

One day, a girl got connected to the internet. She called her name Emma. I thought that every day there must be someone familiar. Maybe she had seen me. Somewhere at a business party or business meeting, but after talking for a while, I came to find out that we had a common friend on her side who told her about me because both of us were from the same place. We kept talking like that for a day or two. Slowly, family talks started happening. Every day a good morning and a good night started happening. I also started getting used to it. She used to work in a nearby city and was independent and strong from the beginning. Meanwhile, our mobile numbers were also shared. Now, whenever her call does not come, I start feeling strange.

Finally, one day, we met and my heart changed a lot for her. We had lunch and did some shopping. It seemed from her words that she was very mature and strong. I had formed a connection with her. She was behaving normally but I was drawn towards her by her cool style. It seemed that she had nothing to do with my status, my expensive car, and my money. Her attitude was taking a toll on me. I felt like a child in front of her.

That was a memorable moment in my life that I can never forget again. When I started going back, my heart broke. I felt like I had left something behind. I stared at her until she disappeared from my eyes. But she never looked back even once.

Emma

I am an educated, beautiful and well-earning girl. I am 28 years old. My figure is 32-28-34. My boobs are not very big, but any boy's c**k gets up easily when I walk with a bang. My height is 5"6. My beautiful eyes make people crazy. I always shine. I keep my legs very clean and waxed. I always wear a tight bra and tight leggings to show my thick and round ass well. The mole under my lips adds to my beauty.

At the age of 20, my family members fixed my marriage, but I did not want to have this marriage. So, I called the boy's mother and told her that I did not want to get married. Due to this, there was a lot of fighting in my house, and I tried to commit suicide. Because I was from a small village, my dream was to go to the big city and fulfill my hobbies by getting a good education. Eventually, my family members agreed not to marry me, and I moved to the city for higher education. I made many friends but I completed my MBA degree by taking an education loan. After that, I started looking for a job. After a very long struggle, today I work at a good level in an MNC.

Meanwhile, I also had a boyfriend who used to work in my old office. When I met him, I was very lonely, so with his emotional support, I connected to him. We were together for 2 years, all the s*x romance happened but after 2 years his interest started to end with me. He started ignoring me. I would have hurt a lot. Eventually, he called me one day and said that now he cannot live with me. I was broke after hearing those words of his. I had fallen in love with that which happens only once in life, and it is not easy to forget the first love. I used to cry day and night for him and beg him for love, but he did not agree. With time, I also learned to live, but his memories did not leave me.

Seeing me upset, a friend of mine told me about Ethan. I am happy to know that Ethan is also from my hometown. And his life has also been struggling like mine. By now I was strong. The breakup had made me strong and mature, so I could not easily fall in love anymore. I started talking to Ethan on the internet. I found Ethan to be very smart and handsome and he was also very decent. He started getting attracted to me very easily. I also started to desperate him. I would have felt very good if Ethan had given me emotion and attraction towards me. Like every boy, he also wanted to have s*x, but now I had become so intelligent that I knew everything about how to control whom.

If we had met, he would have been more desperate. He always used to talk about meetings. He takes care of everything for me. In a friend, I was getting a package of both boyfriend and husband. Why should I make him a boyfriend? I always kept him as an option. Just meeting him, I had to do a little hug and a few boobs would have to be touched by him. Many times, seeing the opportunity while walking, I would get my boobs touched by his side or waist and it looked as if nothing had happened. That was enough to make room in his mind and heart.

Sometimes I did not have any problem with coming very close to him and taking selfies because I used to get a lot of importance and attraction on my return. But he was getting mad at me like I used to be at someone. I would have felt very good seeing all this. He’s crying for me gave me the motivation to forget my past. Whenever he thought of going away, I would give him a ray of hope so that he would know if I would ever agree to the marriage. And he'll be on the same track again.

Dr. Elena Oliver.



I am a 32-year-old married woman. I am a skin doctor by profession. And my husband is also a doctor. The biggest hospital in the city is ours and it has other branches which are in another city. That's why my husband mostly lives out of town and I take care of the hometown city hospital. We do not have any children even after 5 years of marriage. There is very little s*x between us.

Talking about myself, I may be 32 years old, but I look like a beautiful 26-year-old girl. Now I am a skin doctor by profession, so it is necessary to take care of the skin. I wear very deep neck tops at work and also sleeveless so that my smooth boobs, neck, and legs are visible to people.

If I talk about my figure, then it is amazing. It is 34-28-36. As every woman wants, every man should look at her. I also enjoy seeing people looking at me with lustful eyes, but to date, I have not let any foreign man's c**k go into my p***y. People come to me to get treatment for their c***s. I also massage a lot with medicine, but for me, it is just a body part of the body. Many people's c***s get discharged in my hand, but as a doctor, I ignore it, considering it as a natural process.

But one day, Ethan comes to my hospital to get his c**k treated, and everything changes. He was a young, handsome, and very powerful boy. Because of not having s*x on his c**k, there was a problem due to heat. I started liking that at first sight. He was also looking at me with heavy eyes. When he lay down with the pants open and he put down his underwear, my body felt a sensation. I saw such a thick and long c**k for the first time and it looked beautiful and strong.

As soon as I got my hand, the c**k started blowing immediately. I also started caressing him. It took me 1 week for Ethan to recover, meanwhile, I also took his sperm from my hands three or four times. Our friendship turned into love. Don't know when I became a slave to Ethan's c**k. Now, as long as Ethan doesn't f**k me well three or four times a week, I don't get rest. I went crazy for Ethan.