The Boss Milks One in the Car
“Chuuup… You thought you could pop a boner like this… and still power through the schedule?”
“…If the boss hadn’t messed with me, I could’ve held out somehow.”
“Hmph, blaming it on me feels a bit cowardly.”
The dazed look she’d shown on the bed last night was gone, replaced by an aura of utter leisure overflowing from her.
Schlick schlick schlick schlick…!
She shook his cock vigorously, gazing up at Ivan with a playful expression.
Ivan’s face showed faint traces of pleasure, like he was desperately holding onto his composure.
“With a pervert underboss like you in place… chuuup. No wonder the organization’s discipline is shot. Can’t even hold it in during work hours—getting all hard like this is hilarious…”
Even mid-sentence, she’d plunge his cock back into her mouth for more stimulation.
As if she’d already forgotten last night’s events, Rosa spat her barbs while making her hand movements even stickier and more insistent.
“…If you hadn’t jumped me first last night, this wouldn’t have happened…”
“Quiet.”
Rub rub rub…♡
“Hoo…!”
Ivan faltered briefly under her expert touch but soon regained his calm, starting to savor the situation bit by bit.
He needed to wrap this up quick to move on to the next appointment, but blowing his load right away would just give her ammo to tease him about being premature.
He was a man, after all—his pride wouldn’t allow it.
“Thought you’d pop quick, but you’re holding out pretty well. Or is it not stimulating enough?”
She stared at him impassively, paused the handjob for a moment, then unbuttoned her shirt to expose her bra and cleavage.
“This should do it. Don’t hold back—blow it all out nice and clean.”
Then she resumed stroking.
Shlick shlick shlick shlick…
“Your hand’s gotten faster, boss. You’ve always picked up anything quick.”
“Not sure what ‘back then’ you’re talking about. You were no slouch in the genius department yourself.”
They chatted casually as she jerked him off.
Normally, you’d stay silent amid the building heat, but their long years together had forged a camaraderie that didn’t vanish.
“Did you practice on the side or something? This is no beginner’s touch…”
“…Truth is, I practiced a bit with a dildo. Wanted to look pro.”
After a brief silence, she confessed honestly.
No matter how quick her learning curve, even she couldn’t master this stroke overnight.
‘Practiced with a dildo, huh… She was dead set on getting fucked.’
He’d known for months she’d been exploring her body in her sleep, so this barely registered.
“Bet you didn’t stop at hand stuff with the dildo… Did you finger yourself too?”
“…Why’re you curious about that?”
“Just wondering. Guys love hearing this stuff.”
“You’re such a perv yourself. Maybe look in the mirror before calling me out?”
Ivan didn’t argue.
No point—he had nothing to counter with.
…She had a point.
Shlick shlick shlick shlick…!
Rub rub.
The more she rubbed his cock, the more it twitched, the intervals growing shorter.
“Haa… I’m about to cum.”
“Then don’t hold back—let it all out. Holding it in’s bad for your health, you know.”
She rubbed his glans briskly with her soft palm, hitting him with sudden intense stimulation.
“Ngh…!”
Spurt spurt spuuurt. Spluuuurt!!!
Finally, he erupted, semen gushing out.
Rosa caught the flood in her palm while keeping the strokes going, milking him through the long, drawn-out orgasm.
When it finally ended, both her hands were drenched in cum.
She naturally licked them clean with her tongue.
“Still so thick and sticky. You flooded my womb with this last night, huh?”
“…Can’t help my natural stamina. And you seemed plenty satisfied.”
His cock was still rock-hard, refusing to soften, but after she’d cleaned the glistening shaft with her mouth, she helped him tuck it back in his pants.
“Honestly, I’d love to fuck you right here… but we’ve got a schedule, so I’ll hold off.”
“……”
“You should look forward to tonight. Last night, I was just caught off guard.”
She tossed out the utterly unbelievable line with casual ease and turned away.
‘…Not scary at all.’
Ivan had seen her rock bottom last night, so she didn’t faze him.
He knew her pussy was a pathetic thing that came squirting just from pounding her cervix.
‘Didn’t expect to break her on the first go anyway.’
He’d fucked her desperately at first, thinking his life was on the line, but things had changed.
Rosa had no intention of killing him.
She just wanted to keep him around as a long-term fuck buddy.
That urgency to conquer her fast was gone.
‘Any woman would fall to this dick eventually… but I still need to experiment a bit.’
Blindly hammering away without knowing her kinks was inefficient.
“Then let’s head to the next spot.”
“Yeah.”
Ivan hit the gas, and the car pulled out of the parking spot.
After meeting with business execs and politicians, they wrapped up the day as dusk fell.
Ivan returned straight to the mansion, stepping out of the car with Rosa and heading inside.
“I’m hungry, so I’ll whip up something simple.”
“Sure, handle it today.”
Living with her, Ivan had picked up all sorts of skills.
Cooking was one; he wasn’t a pro, but he could handle meals competently now.
He grabbed premium ingredients from the fridge, tossed them in the wok, and stir-fried.
Rosa vanished from the living room somewhere, only her footsteps descending from upstairs as Ivan finished plating.
He served the stir-fried sausages and veggies on the living room table.
“Quick work.”
“Said it’d be simple. I’m beat too—no feast today.”
“Not complaining. Kinda nostalgic, actually—like it.”
He fetched two canned beers, setting them naturally beside the dish.
“Drank a ton last night, and you want more?”
“This ‘cooking’ is more like bar snacks anyway. One can won’t get me drunk.”
She smiled slyly and plopped right next to him, pressing close.
‘Her game’s obvious… but I’ll play along for now.’
One beer would give a nice buzz.
Tonight’s fuck was a given, but she still craved the lead.
‘She’s scheming to take control and fuck me this time… not happening.’
No matter her plans, she was still in his palm.
One thrust, and she’d fold like the bitch she was—her odds of winning were zero.
“Dig in. Best hot.”
“Got it. Let’s eat.”
They forked sausages and veggies, starting the meal proper.
It didn’t take long to polish off the beer and stir-fry.
“Mmm. Not perfect, but satisfying.”
“Glad you’re happy.”
She clung even tighter now, rubbing against him more insistently.
“…Dishes tomorrow. I’m wiped—let’s crash.”
“Sure.”
They rose together, heading upstairs.
Rosa went to her bedroom at the end of the hall; Ivan followed naturally inside.
Creeeak…
She slowly shut the door and casually hung up her coat.
“…Sleeping together again?”
“Guest room doesn’t fit me right.”
Ivan brushed it off vaguely to spare her embarrassment.
She knew but played along, heading to wash up first.
Ivan sat on the bed, waiting.
‘Gotta conquer Rosa somehow… it’s the safest bet. Still a bit risky now.’
Even if killing him was unlikely, any risk meant no complacency.
No rush, but inaction wasn’t an option.
‘How to… ah, perfect.’
Racking his brain, a great idea hit.
No need to tame her only in bed.
He stripped naked and headed to the bathroom, opening the door.
Shhhh…
Oblivious, Rosa showered under the warm water.
Ivan approached stealthily.
Squeeze!
“Hngii…!”
He grabbed her tits from behind, announcing his arrival.
Her cute moan contrasted her charismatic work mode, making it all the more alluring.
Ivan’s method was simple.
Inject pleasure relentlessly, in every situation, until she slowly submitted.
The first step to fully breaking her body and mind.
