Chapter 1 — Office Love

When covering office romances, it's usually the man in charge and the woman beneath him. But Emma's (31) case followed the opposite pattern.

Her partner was her junior—David (23).

"Men really are better when they're younger."

Emma exhaled a forbidden cigarette in the office, a knowing smile curling her lips as memories surfaced.

She worked as a section chief at a staffing agency—professional, poised, and in control.

"He looks like a movie star. That's why I made the first move."

With flawless, porcelain skin and a figure that turned heads, Emma carried herself like a woman who knew exactly what she wanted.

"David wasn't a complete virgin, but he'd barely been with women. His technique? Practically nonexistent.

I assumed a guy that handsome would be popular with women, but surprisingly, he wasn't. That innocence was adorable—exactly why I started sleeping with him."

And so, Emma became his personal sex trainer under the unspoken rule: I'm the older sister who'll teach you everything.

"I taught him all kinds of things, but oral stimulation was the real game-changer. After all, since I was the one doing the teaching, I made sure he learned it my way—exactly how I like it."

As always, their rendezvous took place in Emma's bedroom.

Fresh from the shower, she stepped out of the bathroom wrapped only in a bath towel.

David, already on the bed with a towel slung around his waist, rolled onto his back, waiting.

Emma stood at the foot of the bed and, with deliberate slowness, untied the towel in front of him.

Soft, flushed skin the color of pale cherry blossoms was revealed, and at its center, a thick patch of dark curls.

David's body reacted instantly, sitting up as if pulled by an invisible string.

"Wait a second."

"Why?"

"You know I love it when you lick me, right?"

"Of course. I've learned everything from you, Emma."

"Really? But you promised—no hands. Only your tongue. Should I tie your hands to make sure you don't cheat?"

"Fine with me."

Emma pulled a pair of stockings from her drawer—already prepared.

David obediently held out his hands.

"Not like that. Tying them in front defeats the purpose. Here—put them behind your back."

She bound his wrists tightly behind him, the silk stockings biting gently into his skin.

Emma's taste for this kind of play had roots in the past—specifically, a married man in his late forties she'd dated years ago.

He'd made her crawl on all fours, naked, with him riding her like a horse, hooves clicking across the floor.

He'd gripped her hair, slapped her hips, kicked her ass—all while she obeyed, powerless beneath him.

At the time, she'd been his subordinate. Resistance was impossible.

But even after cutting ties, the memory of that degrading, thrilling ride never faded.

Now, in secret, she was passing that same dark desire onto David—molding him into her perfect sexual servant.

And judging by his reaction, he wasn't just compliant—he was a perfect match.

His hands weren't even fully tied before his cock swelled hard beneath the towel, lifting it like a tent pole.

Emma had found someone who not only obeyed but thrived under her control.

"Why are you so hard already?" she teased, pointing at his erection.

"Because I want you, Emma."

"Then lick my feet."

"Yes. Gladly."

She perched on the edge of the bed and extended one foot toward him, seated on the floor.

David leaned forward, took her big toe into his mouth, and sucked it like he was trying to draw marrow from the bone, swirling his tongue with desperate intensity.

"Ahh—ticklish!"

Emma laughed, but the tickle vanished fast.

He moved from foot to foot, then lingered on each toe, his tongue sharp and precise, exploring every crevice.

"Aaah… I'm feeling strange…"

Lost in sensation, Emma collapsed back onto the bed, surrendering completely to his tongue.

Sensing her surrender, David finished worshipping her soles, then trailed his tongue up her calves, over her knees, and along the insides of her thighs.

"Uuuh… you're really good at this…"

He buried his face between her legs, pressing his lips hard against the soft, furred mound, sucking as if trying to peel her skin away.

He nibbled the plump flesh, kissed the tiny, puckered petals of her vulva, then zeroed in on her clit.

As he sucked it, his tongue flicked the swollen nub again and again.

Her arousal mixed with his saliva, creating a wet, squelching sound with every movement.

"Ugh… I'm gonna cum!"

Emma shrieked, her body convulsing. She arched her back and pulled his head closer, grinding against his mouth.

Then—just for a second—his teeth grazed her clit.

It was a technique she'd taught him, tailored to her own pleasure. The effect was electric, overwhelming.

But he didn't stop. His tongue plunged deeper, inside her.

"Aaah—ahhh! Yes, yes! I'm going crazy!"

Gasping, trembling, Emma rubbed her soaked pussy against his face, shuddering through wave after wave of pleasure.

"No—stop! Please, I can't take it! I'll lose myself!"

She shoved his head back, yanked him onto the bed, and laid him flat.

Then she ripped the towel from his waist, revealing his rigid cock—thick, veined, and standing straight up.

She straddled him, swaying her hips lewdly to adjust the angle, then slowly lowered herself.

Her slick, glistening pussy swallowed his shaft in a smooth, wet glide.

"Aaaah! Ahhh…"

She moaned like a wild animal, writhing in ecstasy.

"Yes, yes! This is what I need. Oral just isn't enough."

"But doesn't this break our promise?" he panted.

"Shut up and move your hips."

Intimidated by her dominance, David thrust upward desperately, matching her rhythm.

"Aaah! Perfect! I can feel it—every inch!"

Emma rode him fiercely from above, grinding with abandon.

In the fog of pleasure, a dark fantasy flickered—of a younger man, completely hers, submitting without question. The thrill of control sent a perverse satisfaction surging through her.

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They were lovers who craved exposure—dangerous, reckless, and utterly depraved.

And they knew it.

Shumi (23) admitted it without hesitation:"We're definitely messed up."

When asked how, she answered plainly:"Before we go to a hotel, we get turned on in a nearby park. We start getting intimate—erotic, even—right there."

Shumi was a beautiful office worker at a clothing company. Her boyfriend (26) was tall, handsome—on paper, a perfect match.

So why did they risk everything in a public park at night?

At first, it was just like any couple—kissing on a bench, light petting, reaffirming their love.

But then, one night, the line was crossed.

"I don't know what came over him at work, but the moment we sat on the bench, he attacked me. He tore open my blouse, hiked up my skirt so high my panties were almost showing. He pulled out his cock and started jerking off. I couldn't just sit there—so I gave him a blowjob."

At the time, Shumi was terrified—afraid someone would see, ashamed, trembling.

But later, when she thought about it, she realized something: a new, thrilling desire had awakened.

"There's something magical about a night park—mysterious, thrilling, dangerous. That tension overwhelmed me. Soon, I couldn't stay away."

She followed him to the park like she was chained to his feet.

On dates, she always wore a skirt—specifically one that flared wide, perfect for what they did.

And beneath it? Nothing. No panties. Just for him.

By the time they reached the park, Shumi's pussy was already dripping with anticipation.

As they walked, he lifted her skirt from behind and slipped his hand underneath.

"Aaaah!"

She froze. His fingers slid between her ass cheeks, brushing her wet slit.

"If we keep this up, everyone will know what we're doing."

The park was full of couples like them.

If anyone looked, they'd see Shumi's boyfriend with his hand up her skirt, touching her bare ass.

But the other couples were too lost in their own passions to care.

Besides, Shumi was already dizzy with shame and arousal from his whispered words.

His fingers wriggled inside her, moving fast.

"Aaaah… please… I can't stand anymore."

She clung to his arm, desperate.

From beneath her skirt came a wet, squishy sound—obscene, unmistakable.

The thought of someone hearing it made her blush from head to toe.

"There's an empty bench."

His eyes landed on a bench lit by a mercury lamp.

It was too bright for secret lovers—no one else sat there.

But for them, it was perfect.

They sat facing each other, Shumi straddling his lap.

The way her skirt fell to the side hid everything—no one could see what was happening beneath.

Now he could touch her freely. And she could unzip his pants, pull out his cock, and stroke him.

"Ahh! Uuugh… uuuuh…"

She buried her face in his neck to muffle her moans.

But she couldn't stop her hips from jerking forward and back as he rubbed her swollen clit.

"That couple who just passed—they were staring at you. You were moving your hips so strangely."

"Don't talk!"

"Look. The couple next to us is watching us too."

"Aaaah! I'm so embarrassed!"

Suddenly, he yanked her skirt up.

Under the mercury light, her pure white ass flashed into view.

"Yaaaaaah!"

"Shh! You'll draw attention!"

Behind the bench was dense, dark foliage.

Sitting face-to-face on his lap, Shumi couldn't see what was behind her.

His words fed her imagination, making her shame burn hotter.

"Aaaah… uuuuh… I can't take it anymore. Please… let's do it. Let's have sex!"

"Such a dirty girl, Shumi. You're a total slut."

She had no energy to argue. She lifted her hips, guiding his hard cock to her soaked entrance.

Just as the tip was about to slip inside, he pushed her away.

"No. Not like this. Not tonight."

"What?!"

This was their usual routine—tease in public, finish in private.

Even for exhibitionists, full-on sex on a bench was too much.

Usually, they'd just rock their hips slightly, tease each other, then head to a hotel to go at it like animals.

But tonight was different.

"I want to go all the way."

He helped the trembling Shumi to her feet and pulled her behind the bench, into the thicket.

Under the dim glow of the lamp, he pressed her against a thick tree.

Kissing her, he tore open her blouse, pulled her bra up, and began massaging her bare breasts.

"Ahh! Uuuhh!"

She let out the moans she'd been holding back.

He lifted her skirt—her bare lower half fully exposed.

His rough hands worked her pussy, and her hips began to sway uncontrollably.

"Turn around. Stick your ass out."

She obeyed, bracing her hands against the tree, offering him her round, firm ass.

She waited—desperate—for his cock to enter her.

But what touched her wasn't his cock.

It was his rough, stubbled tongue.

He buried his face between her cheeks, attacking her anus and pussy with fierce, wet licks.

"Aaaah! Aaaahn! I'm… I'm going crazy!"

He pulled back.

Then—finally—his hard, thick cock, slick with pre-cum and her arousal, pressed against her soaked entrance.

He gripped her hips and slammed into her in one brutal thrust, burying himself to the hilt.

Her wet, pulsing walls clamped around him, contracting in waves.

"I'm gonna cum!"

Shumi screamed, hurtling toward orgasm in seconds.

At the same time, he reached his limit.

"I can't hold back anymore!"

"Aaaahn! Cum inside me! Fill me up!"

His hips slammed into her harder, faster.

Then—his cock pulsed, stilled.

Deep inside her, hot ropes of cum erupted, flooding her womb.