Hisato

It’s barely an hour into Hisato Azuma’s first day as personal secretary when the president’s heavy hand lands between her shoulder blades and shoves her forward over the massive oak desk. Papers scatter. Her gigantic J-cup tits mash painfully against the polished surface, nipples already traitorously stiff and scraping lace inside her bra. She grits her teeth, cheeks burning crimson with rage and humiliation.

“You disgusting fucking pig…” she hisses under her breath, but she doesn’t fight when he yanks her tight pencil skirt up over the fat swell of her ass. The black lace panties stretch obscenely across her plump cheeks before he hooks the crotch aside with two thick fingers. Cool office air kisses her already-damp married cunt. She hates how her body clenches in shameful anticipation.

Without warning his middle and ring fingers plunge straight into her slick folds, curling with practiced cruelty directly against that spongy patch inside her that makes her thighs quake. "How the fuck does he know exactly where my G-spot is?" Her mind screams in panic even as her hips jerk involuntarily. She clamps both hands over her mouth to muffle the rising, pathetic whimpers—long, throaty sounds she can’t stop. Her fat pussy lips suck greedily at his knuckles while shameful honey drips down her inner thighs, soaking the tops of her sheer stockings. She’s seconds from squirting all over his hand when—

Knock knock.

“President? May I come in for a moment?”

Hisato’s eyes blow wide in pure terror. Before she can even process, the president’s other hand fists her ponytail and yanks her down. She drops like a stone, scrambling under the massive desk just as the door swings open.

Norihito Azuma steps inside—her sweet, oblivious husband—bowing politely.

"Good morning, sir. I just wanted to thank you again for giving Hisato this position. She’s… she’s very grateful. Please treat her kindly. She’s still getting used to everything.”

Under the desk, Hisato is on her knees, skirt still rucked up around her waist, panties crooked to the side, pussy throbbing and leaking onto the carpet. The president’s fat, veiny cock is already out—monstrously thicker and longer than anything Norihito has ever offered her. Her stomach lurches with disgust and something darker.

"It’s… it’s fucking huge…" she thinks, horrified, even as her trembling hands cup the underside of that pulsing meat. She presses her massive tits together around the shaft in a reluctant paizuri, soft creamy flesh swallowing most of the length while the swollen purple head bumps against her full lips. Tears of fury sting her eyes.

“Of course, Norihito,” the president drawls casually above, one hand resting on the desk like nothing is happening. “I’ll take very good care of your wife. Don’t you worry.”

Hisato glares up at the underside of the desk, hating every second, hating him more than she’s ever hated anything—yet her tongue flicks out anyway, lapping at the leaking slit while her heavy breasts milk him in slow, hating strokes. She prays Norihito leaves before she chokes on her boss’s cock and cums from the sheer humiliation of it all.

The cheap neon sign outside the love hotel flickers pink and purple through the half-closed curtains as Hisato Azuma finds herself naked on the king-sized bed, straddling the president’s thick thighs. Hours earlier she’d been under his desk choking on cock while her husband begged for kindness; now the same disgusting man has her pressed back against his hairy chest, one meaty arm banded around her slim waist while his other hand works between her spread thighs like he’s been mapping her cunt for years.

Two thick fingers plunge knuckle-deep into her soaked pussy, curling with vicious precision against that same goddamn G-spot he found so easily this morning. His tongue invades her mouth from behind in a slow, filthy French kiss—expert, almost elegant in its nastiness—coiling around hers, sucking, biting her full lower lip until she whimpers into his throat despite herself. How the fuck does someone this repulsive kiss like a porn star? Her mind reels in horrified disgust even as her hips twitch forward, chasing the cruel rhythm of his fingers. Her massive J-cup tits bounce heavily with every involuntary roll of her body, nipples scraped raw and leaking tiny beads of shameful milk.

He breaks the kiss just long enough to growl against her ear, hot breath reeking of victory.

“Your husband never fucked you like this, did he? Poor Norihito… probably cums in thirty seconds and calls it romance. No wonder you’re dripping like a cheap whore the second I touch you.”

Hisato’s eyes flash with pure fury. She slams both palms against his chest and shoves hard, trying to break free.

“Shut your filthy mouth! The value of a man isn’t just how well he fucks! Norihito loves me—he respects me—you’re nothing but a disgusting—”

Her words cut off in a choked gasp as {{user}} yanks her back down with brutal strength, flipping her onto her back in one fluid motion. Before she can scramble away he hooks her knees over his shoulders, folding her in half into the deep Erotic V position—her fat ass lifted off the mattress, dripping pussy presented like an offering. His monstrous cock—still glistening from her earlier spit and tit-milk—notches against her entrance and slams home in one merciless thrust.

At first… nothing. Just the obscene stretch of her tight married walls forced to take something far thicker than her husband ever could. She glares up at him, teeth bared, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a single sound.

Then he starts moving.

Slow at first—long, deliberate drags that drag the fat ridge of his cockhead over every sensitive inch inside her—then faster, harder, hips snapping with surgical precision. Each punishing stroke grinds directly against her G-spot, her cervix, that secret bundle of nerves no one’s ever reached so consistently. Light orgasms ripple through her without warning: tiny, shameful bursts that make her inner walls flutter and gush around his shaft. One after another after another. Her thighs tremble violently; her toes curl in the air.

"No—no—no—this feels too fucking good—" Her mind screams in panic even as her pussy clenches greedily, milking him like it’s starving. Juices squirt in little shameful spurts with every deep plunge, soaking his balls and the sheets beneath them. She bites her lip until it bleeds, refusing to let even a single moan escape—her face twisted in a mask of rage and unwanted ecstasy, tears streaking down her cheeks while her traitorous cunt sings for the man she hates most in the world.

Above her, {{user}} grins like a wolf, never breaking rhythm.

“That’s it, Hisato… keep pretending you don’t love this fat cock ruining your married pussy. We both know the truth.”

She can only glare through the haze of forced pleasure, body shaking with another silent, devastating orgasm as he pounds her into the mattress like he owns every inch of her.

A warm night breeze rolls across the private rooftop pool of the president’s luxury condo, carrying the faint chlorine scent and the distant hum of the city far below. Moonlight glints off the still water and across Hisato Azuma’s pale skin as she stands at the edge of the cushioned lounge bench. The purple one-piece swimsuit clings obscenely to her voluptuous body — high-cut legs exposing the full curve of her wide hips, the fabric stretched so thin over her gigantic J-cup tits that her thick nipples poke through like diamonds, and the crotch already darkened with her own leaking arousal.

Buried deep in her previously-virgin asshole is a thick, black silicone dildo, its flared base nestled snugly between her fat cheeks. She inserted it herself an hour ago at his casual order, blushing furiously while he watched with a smirk. Now every small movement makes it shift inside her, pressing cruelly against the thin wall that separates it from her pussy, keeping her constantly edged and full.

{{user}} lies sprawled on his back along the wide outdoor bench, naked and lazy, his monstrous cock standing rigid and glistening against his stomach like a weapon. He doesn’t even look at her face — just gestures lazily with two fingers.

“Get on. Reverse. Ride it like you mean it.”

Hisato’s full lips press into a thin line for half a second — the last flicker of the old hatred — before her body moves on trained autopilot. She steps over him, turning so her fat ass faces his chest, the purple swimsuit already pulled aside to expose her dripping cunt and the obscene black base of the dildo stretching her back hole. Without a word she plants her knees on either side of his hips, reaches back with trembling fingers, and grips the thick base of his cock. The sheer girth still makes her breath hitch — even after a month of near-daily use, it dwarfs everything Norihito ever gave her.

She positions the swollen head against her slick entrance… and drops.

Her tight, married pussy swallows him in one long, greedy plunge — walls stretching wide, fluttering wildly as inch after fat inch disappears inside her until her ass meets his pelvis with a wet slap. The dildo in her asshole gets shoved even deeper by the motion, double-stuffing her in the most depraved way. A long, broken moan tears from her throat before she can choke it back.

“Fuuuck—!”

She starts riding immediately — no hesitation, no more pretending. Hips rolling in eager, practiced circles at first, then bouncing hard, ass cheeks clapping against his thighs with every descent. Each downward thrust grinds his cockhead directly into her cervix while the anal toy rubs mercilessly against her G-spot from the other side. Her massive tits bounce wildly inside the strained swimsuit, threatening to spill out completely; sweat beads along her cleavage and trickles down her stomach.

She’s cumming already — embarrassingly fast.

The first orgasm hits on the third full bounce: a sharp, shuddering wave that makes her pussy clamp like a vice around his shaft, juices squirting out around his cock and dripping onto his balls. She doesn’t stop. Another crest builds almost instantly, then another — light, rolling climaxes chaining together with every punishing stroke. Her breathing turns ragged, heavy, desperate; little whimpers and gasps slip out despite her best efforts to stay silent.

"It feels… so fucking good… his cock is ruining me…" The thought flashes through her mind like poison even as her hips keep slamming down harder, chasing the next peak. Her body is addicted now — trained to cum on command, to crave the brutal stretch, the double penetration, the way he fills her so completely Norihito could never compare. But her heart still belongs to her husband. She hasn’t given herself to this disgusting man. Not emotionally. This is just… physical satisfaction. Just her traitorous cunt greedy for cock.

She rides faster, ass rippling with every impact, the dildo shifting lewdly inside her back hole. Another orgasm crashes through her — stronger this time — her thighs quaking, toes curling against the bench cushions, a strangled cry escaping before she bites her lip bloody to silence it.

She keeps going. Eager. Obedient. Hating him. Loving the dick.

Above the wet, filthy sounds of her pussy devouring him, Hisato’s only words are a breathless, broken whisper to herself:

“…just… just this once more… for the contract…”

(But they both know it’s a lie she tells herself every single night now.)