After-Hours Release

The moment I stepped into the dimly lit massage studio, the air thick with eucalyptus and warm oil, my new boss Lena locked eyes with me and I felt my cock twitch. She was my best friend Mark’s wife—strict, untouchable, the kind of woman who made you sweat just by walking past your desk. Yet here she was, owner of this upscale place, her white blouse hugging those full tits and her pencil skirt stretched tight over a juicy ass that swayed as she led me to the back room.

“Jake, you’re late on your first day,” she said, voice sharp but low, closing the door behind us with a soft click. “Mark told me you needed a job. I’m giving you one, but you follow my rules. No excuses.”

Her perfume wrapped around me, and the tension crackled. I could see the way her nipples pressed against the thin fabric, the slight flush on her cheeks. “Yes, ma’am,” I muttered, already half-hard. “What do you need me to do?”

Lena’s lips curved in a wicked smile. She kicked off her heels and pointed to the massage table. “Strip. Lie down. I’m going to show you exactly how we treat VIP clients here.”

My heart slammed. This was Mark’s wife, but the hunger in her eyes said she didn’t give a fuck right now. I peeled off my shirt, then my pants, my thick cock springing free, already leaking at the tip. She watched, biting her lip.

“God, you’re bigger than he is,” she whispered, voice husky. “Lie face down first.”

I stretched out on the warm table, the sheet cool against my skin. Her hands, slick with oil, landed on my shoulders. She dug in hard, thumbs working knots I didn’t know I had. Every stroke moved lower, teasing the curve of my ass.

“Relax, Jake,” she purred, her breath hot against my ear. “You’re so fucking tense. Let me take care of you.”

Her fingers slid between my cheeks, circling my tight hole. I groaned, hips twitching. Then she flipped me over without warning. My cock stood straight up, throbbing, veins pulsing. Lena’s eyes widened with lust.

“Look at that big dick,” she breathed, wrapping her manicured hand around the base. “Mark never gets this hard for me anymore. You want to fuck your boss, don’t you? You want to fuck your friend’s wife?”

“Yeah,” I growled, voice rough. “I’ve wanted to since the first time I saw you at their barbecue, bending over in that short dress.”

She laughed softly, stroking me slow and tight, thumb swirling the precum over my swollen head. “Then shut up and take it.”

Lena hiked up her skirt, revealing she wore no panties—just a shaved, glistening pussy. She climbed onto the table, straddling my hips. Without another word she sank down, her tight wet cunt swallowing every inch of my cock in one smooth glide.

“Fuuuck,” she moaned, head falling back. “So deep… stretching me so good.”

Her pussy clenched around me, hot and slippery. I grabbed her hips, thrusting up hard, making her tits bounce inside her blouse. She rode me fast, the sound of wet skin slapping filling the room, her juices dripping down my balls.

“Harder, Jake. Fuck me like you mean it,” she gasped, grinding her clit against my pelvis. “Make me cum on this fat cock.”

I sat up, ripping her blouse open so her heavy breasts spilled out. I sucked one stiff nipple into my mouth while pounding into her from below, the table creaking. Her moans turned into desperate little cries.

“Oh shit… right there… don’t stop!”

She came first, pussy fluttering and squirting warm fluid over my stomach. Her walls milked me so tight I almost lost it. I flipped her onto her back, never pulling out, and drove into her missionary style, legs over my shoulders.

“Gonna fill you up,” I grunted, slamming deep. “Gonna cum in your married pussy.”

“Do it,” she begged, nails digging into my back. “Cum inside me. Mark never does this anymore. I need it.”

My balls tightened. With a deep groan I buried myself to the hilt and exploded, thick ropes of hot cum flooding her spasming cunt. She shuddered through another orgasm, kissing me messily, tongues tangling.

We stayed locked together, panting, sweat slicking our skin. Finally she smiled, tracing a finger down my chest.

“Consider this your official orientation,” she whispered, squeezing my softening cock with her pussy. “Same time tomorrow, employee. And not a word to Mark.”

I grinned, already hardening again inside her. “Wouldn’t dream of it, boss.”