1 The Price of Promotion - Fuck for promotion

Chloe glared at me with pure contempt, but the sheer intensity of the trauma forced the words out of her mouth:

"He grabbed me by the hair the moment you left, forcing my head down onto his lap. He growled, 'Suck it deeper, you little slut, or I'll ruin your husband's career.' I was choking, tears and spit running down my face, while he pumped his wrinkled shaft down my throat for ten minutes before he finally let me breathe.

Then he ripped my blouse open, buttons flying everywhere. He stared at my breasts, laughing dirtily: 'These tits are incredible. I bet your pathetic husband doesn't even know how to handle them.' He buried his face in them, biting my nipples while his heavy hand squeezed the other so hard I screamed. He stripped my skirt and panties off, spread my legs wide, and shoved his cock inside. The old bastard was rock-hard, and when he buried it to the hilt, I wailed from the sudden stretch.

He just sneered: 'Moan louder, bitch! I'm going to break this bed with your ass!' He hammered me in standard missionary for over twenty minutes like a pile driver, making the headboard slam against the wall. I was burning inside, but he wasn't done. He flipped me over onto all fours, forcing my ass high into the air. He slapped my cheeks violently with every thrust, the loud clapping sound echoing through the room as he growled, 'This ass belongs to me tonight!' I bit my lip and endured it. He hammered me from behind for nearly an hour before he finally blew a massive, thick load all over my thighs. Then he forced me to clean his leaking shaft with my tongue... I almost threw up right on the carpet."Listening to Chloe's confession, my mind went into overdrive. The vivid imagery of Arthur drilling my wife played on a loop in my skull. Looking at her smooth, bare legs exposed beneath the towel, I swallowed hard: "Chloe... hearing that makes my dick so fucking hard."

My wife looked up, her expression dripping with disgust: "You are absolutely sick, Ethan. How can you get hard listening to your wife get degraded by another man?"

I didn't care. I lunged forward, tearing the towel away from her body. Her naked form was fully exposed, her heavy breasts bruised with bite marks, and her inner thighs still glistening. I grabbed her breasts, squeezing them roughly, and shoved my thick, aching shaft right between her legs. Chloe flinched: "What the hell are you doing? I just washed that old man off me!"

"I don't care," I panted heavily. "I need to fuck you right now!"

I forced my way inside her slick, overworked core. I began driving into her at a frantic pace, whispering dirty questions into her ear: "Did Arthur make you come? Was his dick bigger than mine?"

Chloe gasped for air, cursing at me: "Screw you! I am exhausted, and you're asking me this sick shit!"

I ignored her complaints, gripping her hips and driving deeper. The bed shook violently beneath us. Chloe let out broken, breathless gasps, too spent to fight back. The thought of the old man owning her hours prior drove me over the edge; within ten minutes, I let out a loud groan and blasted a boiling hot torrent of cum all over her stomach.

As we lay there catching our breath, Chloe whispered coldly: "You got your director seat. Never forget what my body had to endure to buy it for you."

I smiled dirtily, kissing her cheek: "I could never forget, my beautiful girl."

A week later, Arthur kept his word and officially promoted me to director. I was ecstatic. Chloe would still shoot me furious glares, but I didn't care—I had achieved exactly what I wanted.

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