SWEET DESIRES

CHAPTER 4: BOSS'S BLACKMAIL PT 2

After that night, Mr. Crowe started summoning Lauren regularly. He called her during work hours from his private office line.

The phone rang on her desk one Tuesday morning. Lauren picked up and heard his deep voice.

"My limo at the basement parking. Now." She hung up quickly, her heart racing.

She told her team she had a sudden meeting and grabbed her purse.

In the elevator down to the basement, her hands shook.

The doors opened to the dimly lit parking level. Mr. Crowe's black limo waited with the back door open. She climbed inside. The leather seats felt cool against her thighs. The driver nodded once in the rearview mirror but said nothing.

Mr. Crowe sat across from her, already unzipping his pants. His thick c**k sprang free, hard and veiny.

"Get on it," he ordered.

Lauren hiked up her pencil skirt. She wore no panties today because he had told her not to. She straddled his lap facing him. His hands gripped her hips roughly.

She lowered herself onto his c**k. The thick head stretched her p***y lips wide. She gasped as he filled her completely. The limo started moving smoothly through traffic. Each bump in the road pushed him deeper inside her.

Mr. Crowe leaned back and watched her face. "Ride it properly, slut."

Lauren moved her hips up and down. Her wet p***y made wet sounds as it slid along his shaft.

The driver sat just a few feet away, separated only by a thin partition. She could hear the traffic outside. The smell of Mr. Crowe's cologne mixed with her own arousal.

He reached up and squeezed her breasts through her blouse. His fingers pinched her n*****s hard. Pain mixed with pleasure shot through her body.

She rode him faster, her c**t rubbed against his base with every downward thrust. The car turned a corner and she nearly lost balance. Mr. Crowe held her tighter.

"Good girl. Take every inch while the world goes by."

Lauren's breath came in short moans.

Her juices coated his balls. The wet friction felt intense. He thrust up to meet her, slamming into her cervix. She came hard, her p***y clenching around him. Mr. Crowe groaned and emptied his load deep inside her. Hot c*m flooded her walls. He held her down so none escaped.

"Keep it in you all day," he said. Lauren nodded, still panting.

She climbed off carefully and straightened her skirt.

The limo dropped her back at the office entrance. She walked to her desk with his c*m leaking slowly down her thighs. The sticky warmth reminded her of what she had done.

The next summoning came two days later. Mr. Crowe called again during lunch and Lauren met him in the same limo.

This time he made her face away from him. She lowered onto his c**k reverse cowgirl style. Lauren's ass cheeks slapped against Mr. Crowe's thighs. The sound filled the car. His hands spread her ass open. One finger teased her tight hole while she bounced.

The dual sensation made her shiver.

Mr. Crowe spanked her ass hard. The sting made her p***y grip him tighter. "You're my secret office w***e now."

Lauren moaned louder, her breasts bounced freely under her top. She reached down and rubbed her swollen c**t. The orgasm hit her in waves. Mr. Crowe followed soon after, pumping more c*m into her. He pulled out and watched it drip onto the leather seat.

"Lick it up." He commanded.

She bent down and cleaned the drops with her tongue. The salty taste lingered in her mouth.

Hotel visits started the following week. Mr. Crowe texted her an address and room number. Lauren arrived at the expensive downtown suite after work. The doorman nodded politely as she passed.

She knocked on the door. Mr. Crowe opened it wearing only a robe. He pulled her inside roughly. The room smelled of fresh linen and expensive candles.

He pushed her onto the king-sized bed.

"Strip." He ordered and Lauren removed her clothes quickly.

Mr. Crowe dropped his robe. His c**k stood thick and ready. He climbed on top of her and entered her in one hard push. Her p***y was already wet from the anticipation. He f****d her deep and steady. The bed creaked under them. His balls slapped against her ass with each thrust. Lauren wrapped her legs around his waist. She dug her nails into his back.

Hours passed like this.

He flipped her onto all fours, his rough hands gripped her hips as he pounded her from behind. Sweat slicked their bodies. The sound of skin hitting skin echoed in the suite. He pulled her hair and whispered cruel words in her ear. "Your husband has no idea his wife is a c*m dump."

Lauren came again, her body shaking. Mr. Crowe loved breeding her. He always finished deep inside her p***y. This time he held himself buried to the hilt while he spurted rope after rope of thick c*m. It felt warm and full inside her.

"Keep it there," he commanded.

Lauren lay on her back with her legs up. Some c*m leaked out anyway. Mr. Crowe scooped it with his fingers and pushed it back in. They rested briefly before he took her again.

In the shower, he f****d her against the tiled wall. Water cascaded over them. His c**k slid easily in her c*m-filled p***y.

Later on the balcony, he bent her over the railing. The cool night air hit her naked skin while he thrust into her from behind.

By the time she left the suite past midnight, her p***y ached pleasantly. c*m soaked her panties. She drove home feeling guilty but satisfied. Her husband was asleep when she arrived. She slipped into bed beside him with another man's load still inside her.

Lauren started to crave his rough hands and cruel words. The way he called her names made her wet instantly. She felt guilty every time she looked at her wedding ring. But she could not stop, the thrill pulled her back every time.

Mr. Crowe arranged more business trips for her husband. He used his connections to send him out of town often.

One Friday afternoon, the call came. "Once your husband leaves tonight, come to my suite. Eight o'clock."

Lauren packed a small bag. She kissed her husband goodbye at the airport drop-off. As soon as his plane took off, she drove straight to the hotel.

Mr. Crowe waited for her. He ordered her to her knees immediately. Lauren sucked his c**k eagerly. Her tongue swirled around the head. She took him deep into her throat until she gagged, saliva dripping down her chin. He face-f****d her hard, holding her head in place. Then he pulled her up and threw her onto the bed.

He f****d her missionary style first. Eyes locked on hers. "Tell me who owns this pussy." He asked.

"You do," Lauren whispered.

He went harder. The headboard banged against the wall. He switched to doggy style, spanking her ass red. Each slap sent heat through her body. Her p***y clenched around him. He reached around and rubbed her c**t roughly. She came screaming into the pillow.

Hours of f*****g followed. He took her on the couch, against the window, and in the luxurious bathtub. Water splashed everywhere as he thrust into her. Mr. Crowe came inside her three times that night. Each load pushed deeper.

"Breed you like the slut you are," he growled.

Lauren kept every drop inside as instructed. By morning her belly felt full and warm.

This pattern continued for weeks. Limo rides during the day. Hotel marathons at night. Lauren's body adapted to his demands. Her p***y stayed sensitive and ready. She wore outfits he chose. Short skirts, no bra, plugs in her ass sometimes.

The secrecy excited her. At work she acted normal, but under her clothes she carried his marks. Bruises on her hips. Bite marks on her breasts.

One particular limo ride stood out. Traffic was heavy on the highway. Mr. Crowe made her ride him slowly for the entire forty-minute drive. His c**k stayed buried inside her the whole time. She ground her hips in small circles.

The constant fullness drove her crazy. He played with her n*****s and c**t. She came twice before they reached the destination. When she finally climbed off, a large wet spot stained the seat. The driver pretended not to notice.

In the hotels, Mr. Crowe experimented more. He tied her wrists to the bedposts one evening. He teased her with his c**k for a long time. Rubbing it along her slit without entering.

Lauren begged him to f**k her. He finally slammed in deep.

The relief was intense. He f****d her through multiple orgasms. Her body trembled each time. He finished by breeding her again. c*m overflowed when he pulled out. He made her push it out into her hand and lick it clean. The taste was thick and musky.

Lauren felt the guilt strongest when she returned home. She would shower carefully but still feel his presence between her legs. Her husband would hug her and talk about his trips. She smiled and nodded, all while Mr. Crowe's c*m had been inside her just hours before. The contrast made her stomach twist, but it also made her crave the next meeting more.

Another hotel night stretched long. Mr. Crowe f****d her from dinner until dawn. They ordered room service between rounds. He fed her bites of steak while his fingers played in her p***y. Then he bent her over the dining table and took her again. The wood felt hard against her breasts. His c**k stretched her sore p***y. Pleasure mixed with the slight pain. He came deep once more.

"Good breeding slut," he praised. Lauren glowed at the words.

She started touching herself at home thinking about him. Late at night when her husband slept, she rubbed her c**t remembering his rough voice. The orgasms came fast but never felt as good as the real thing.

Mr. Crowe summoned her more frequently. Sometimes twice in one day. Morning limo quickie. Evening hotel session. Lauren's work suffered slightly but she covered it well. Her boss controlled everything now. Her body, her schedule, her pleasure. She obeyed like an obedient secret slut.

One rainy afternoon in the limo, he made her ride him while completely naked. Her clothes lay piled on the floor. Rain streaked the windows. The driver navigated flooded streets. Lauren bounced on his c**k steadily. Her breasts jiggled with each movement. Mr. Crowe sucked on her n*****s hard. The suction sent sparks through her. She came loudly, not caring if the driver heard. Mr. Crowe filled her again. The c*m mixed with her juices and ran down his shaft.

Back at the office, she felt it leaking into her panties all afternoon. The sensation kept her aroused at her desk. She crossed her legs tightly.

The hotel sessions grew longer and rougher. Mr. Crowe loved holding her down and pounding her p***y. His heavy balls slapped against her. Sweat dripped from his chest onto her back. The room filled with the scent of s*x. Musky and sweet. Lauren's moans turned to cries. She lost count of her orgasms. Each time he bred her, she felt claimed, marked, and

owned.

The cycle continued and Lauren had become exactly what he wanted. His obedient secret slut and deep down, she loved it.