#milflovers

The evening sun painted the sky with strokes of pink and orange as it dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the bustling streets of Singapore. Inside her office, Sally Zhou, the epitome of poised grace, sat hunched over her desk, her slender fingers dancing over the keyboard. Her eyes, though tired, gleamed with the excitement of a secret she had been harboring for weeks. She had stumbled upon a rare opportunity to indulge in her hidden desires, and the anticipation had been driving her wild.

Her phone buzzed, and she glanced at the screen to see that her Deliveroo order had arrived. With a gentle sigh, she stood, her heels clicking against the cold tile floor as she approached the door. Outside, the humid air clung to her skin like a second layer of clothing.

The Deliveroo rider, a 50-year-old Indian man named Ramesh, waited patiently with a thick bundle of plastic bags hanging from the handle of his battered scooter. His burly frame was a stark contrast to the delicate figure that emerged from the office building, and his thick, hairy forearms flexed as he handed her the food with a smile. Sally felt a peculiar thrill as she met his gaze—his eyes, though kind, helda spark of curiosity that she found oddly thrilling. She took the bags with a polite "Thank you," her voice a soft, melodious whisper that seemed to hang in the air a moment too long.

(With a coy smile, Sally leaned in slightly as she took the bags, her eyes fluttering shut for a brief moment as she felt the cool evening breeze caress her exposed skin. She knew Ramesh couldn't help but glance at her cleavage, the damp fabric of her shirt clinging to her breasts. Her heart raced as she felt the heat of his gaze on her. She whispered, "I hope you enjoy the rest of your night," her voice a seductive purr that seemed to resonate within him.)

Ramesh felt his cheeks flush as he nodded, unable to form a coherent response. Sally's smile grew knowing as she turned to leave, her hips swaying gently with each step. As she disappeared into the building, he couldn't help but watch her go, the image of her curved figure etched into his mind.

(With a mischievous twinkle in her eye, Sally paused before entering the office and turned back to Ramesh. She bit her bottom lip gently, her gaze lingering on his strong arms. "Ramesh, would you like to come up for a drink?" she asked sweetly, her voice laden with an invitation that was as warm as the evening air. "It's terribly hot out here, and I've got some cold beverages that could help us cool down."

Ramesh's eyes widened, and he swallowed hard. "Uh, I-I don't know, Mrs. Zhou," he stuttered, his mind racing. "I have other deliveries..."

Ramesh's gaze swept over Sally's alluring form, his thoughts swirling with the allure of the moment. He knew he should refuse, but something about her siren call was too tempting to resist. With a quick look around to ensure no one was watching, he nodded, his voice gruff with desire. "Alright, Mrs. Zhou. Just one drink."

As they sat down together on the plush office couch, the coolness of the fabric was a stark contrast to the heat building between them. Sally leaned back, the neckline of her top slipping slightly to reveal the upper swells of her breasts. She noticed Ramesh's eyes flicker downward and felt a thrill of power as she met his gaze, her own eyes filled with a seductive challenge.

(With a gentle laugh, she leaned closer to him, the warmth of her breath brushing against his cheek. "You know, Ramesh," she began, her voice a soft whisper that seemed to echo in the quiet room. "I've always appreciated how hard you work. You deserve a little...reward, don't you think?" She reached up to unbutton the top button of her shirt, her eyes never leaving his, watching the hunger grow in his gaze.)

He felt the weight of his duty to his job, his family, his entire life pressing down on him, but the thrill of the forbidden was too much to resist. He reached out and took the second button between his thumb and forefinger, his hand shaking slightly as he released it from its mooring.

Sally's smile grew, and she placed her hand over his, stilling his trembling fingers. "Let me," she said, her voice a velvety purr. She took over the task, her movements deliberate and mesmerizing as she revealed the lacy edge of her bra. The room felt charged with tension, the air thick with anticipation as she leaned back into the couch, her eyes inviting him to continue his exploration.

Ramesh's rough, calloused hand hovered over the newly exposed skin, his mind racing with thoughts of his last encounter in Geylang—the grimy streets and the faceless woman he had paid for a fleeting moment of pleasure. This was different, though; Sally was not a transaction but a temptress offering him something more intimate, something he hadn't experienced in what felt like an eternity. He took a deep breath, his hand trembling as he traced the line of Sally's collarbone, the softness of her skin a stark contrast to the coarse pads of his thumb.

Ramesh's touch grew bolder, his calloused thumb brushing against the lace of Sally's bra. He hadn't felt the softness of a woman's skin in so long—not like this, not with the gentle pressure of seduction guiding his every move. His mind reeled with the memory of his last encounter, the harsh lights and the cold efficiency of the transaction in Geylang. This was a warm, welcoming embrace compared to the cold, anonymous fumbling of that night.

Sally's hand slid down from his face to rest on his thigh, her touch feather-light. She could feel the tension in his muscles, the heat radiating from his skin. With a knowing smile, she unzipped her skirt, letting it fall to the floor to reveal a matching pair of lacy panties. She watched his eyes widen as she slid closer, her leg pressing against his firm thigh.

(Her hand trailed down to the bulge in his pants, her fingertips tracing the outline of his erection through the fabric. "You're so big," she gasped, her voice filled with wonder and desire. "I want to make you feel so good," she whispered, her breath hot against his ear. Her hand began to move, a slow, steady rhythm that made his hips jerk involuntarily. She leaned in closer, her breasts brushing against his chest, the lace of her bra a teasing barrier between them.)

Ramesh's self-control slipped away like the fading light outside. He pulled Sally closer, his hands sliding down to her waist, feeling the heat radiating from her body. Her delicate whimpers of pleasure were music to his ears, and he found himself lost in the symphony of her seduction. The scent of her perfume, the feel of her skin—it was a heady cocktail that intoxicated him, making him want more.

Ramesh's hands moved to the button of his pants, his desire for Sally's touch overwhelming his inhibitions. He slipped his shorts down, his erection springing free, thick and heavy with need. He looked at her with a mix of hunger and vulnerability, his voice gruff as he asked, "Will you take care of this for me, Mrs. Zhou?"

(With a nod, Sally leaned in, her nose flaring slightly as she took in the musky scent of Ramesh's arousal. It was a scent that sent a shiver down her spine, reminding her of the raw, unbridled passion she craved. She gently took his length in her hand, her slender fingers wrapping around him snugly. Her thumb stroked the velvety head of his cock, smearing the bead of precum that had gathered there. Her eyes never left his, the connection between them growing more intense with each passing second.)

Ramesh's eyes rolled back in his head as Sally's hand began to move in a rhythmic pattern that sent waves of pleasure crashing through him. He had never felt so desired, so alive. The sound of their ragged breaths filled the room, punctuated by the occasional soft moan from Sally's lips. His hand found the clasp of her bra, and with trembling fingers, he released it, revealing her perky, pink-tipped breasts to the warm embrace of the evening air.

(Her hand left his thigh and cupped his balls, bringing them closer to her eager mouth. Sally took a deep breath, savoring the musky scent of his masculine arousal. She kissed and licked the sensitive skin beneath, her tongue tracing the path of his inner thigh up to his shaft. Then, she took his entire length into her mouth, her cheeks hollowing out as she sucked him with a passion that seemed to come from the very core of her being. The salty tang of his sweat mingled with the sweetness of her saliva, creating a symphony of flavors that she devoured greedily.)

(Her hand continued to work in tandem with her mouth, her slender fingers wrapping around the base of his cock, pumping in a steady rhythm that matched the bob of her head. Sally's eyes remained locked with Ramesh's, watching the pleasure play across his face. She felt his hand on the back of her head, gently guiding her, urging her to take more of him in. Her eyes watered slightly, but she didn't stop, her desire for his release growing stronger with every stroke.)

(As she felt him swell in her mouth, she moaned around him, the vibration sending a shiver of pleasure through his body. Sally's other hand slid down to her own panties, her fingertips dipping into the dampness that had pooled there. She was as turned on as he was, her body aching for his touch. Her hand worked against her clit in time with her mouth on his cock, her own pleasure rising with every gasp and moan she elicited from him.)

Ramesh's grip tightened in Sally's hair as he felt the pressure building within him. Her mouth was heaven, her hand a masterpiece of pleasure. He could feel his orgasm approaching like a runaway train, barreling down on him with unstoppable force. His hips began to buck, his movements growing erratic as he tried to hold back, not wanting this moment to end."Oh, Sally," he groaned, his voice strained with need. "You're so good at this. I can't... I can't hold on much longer."

"I want you to cum for me, Ramesh," she whispered, her voice a seductive purr. "I want to taste all of you."Ramesh's hands found their way to Sally's breasts, his thumbs flicking over her nipples as she worked him with her mouth. The dual sensation was overwhelming, and he could feel his release building to a crescendo. Her hands and mouth created a symphony of pleasure that had him on the edge.

(Sally felt the urgency in Ramesh's voice, and she knew he was close. She released his cock with a pop, looking up at him with a look of pure lust in her eyes. She licked her lips, her tongue tracing the path of her teeth before she spoke in a breathless whisper.)

"Cum on my face, Ramesh," she begged, her voice a sweet siren's call. "I want to feel your warmth, your power, all over me."With a groan, Ramesh let go of Sally's hair and watched as she leaned back, her breasts heaving with anticipation. He stroked himself faster, his eyes locked onto her face, watching every flicker of pleasure that danced across her features. He was close, so very close.

Suddenly, his orgasm hit him like a tidal wave, and he erupted, spurts of hot cum painting Sally's face and neck. She leaned into it, her eyes closed in ecstasy, her mouth open to catch every drop she could. The sight of her, so beautiful and wanton, was almost too much for him to handle.

Ramesh's eyes followed Sally's movements as she walked away, his body still thrumming with the aftershocks of pleasure. He knew he had to leave soon for his next delivery, but the pull to stay was strong. He reluctantly pulled on his clothes, the fabric sticky against his skin from their shared passion. As he dressed, he felt a mix of regret and excitement for what had just transpired.

Meanwhile, unknowingly to both Sally and Ramesh, Alan, the building's security guard, had his eyes glued to the CCTV monitor in the lobby. He had noticed the frequent visits from the Deliveroo rider and had grown suspicious. The sight of them in such a compromising position only fueled his curiosity. His eyes widened as he watched Sally's elegant form clean herself up, her actions seemingly choreographed with a sultry grace that even the camera couldn't fully capture. (Suddenly, Alan's grin grew wider as an idea began to form in his mind. He leaned back in his chair, stroking his mustache contemplatively. He knew the risks they were taking, and the power that knowledge could bring. He decided to pay Sally the next time she stayed late, under the guise of a security check.)

The following evening, as the city outside grew darker and the sounds of traffic began to die down, Sally once again found herself with a late-night appointment at her office.

(The CCTV screens flickered to life as Alan left the lobby, his footsteps echoing through the empty hallways. He approached Sally's floor, the excitement of the hunt making his heart race. He had seen the pattern, knew when she was alone, and had been waiting for this moment. He knocked softly on the door to her office, his voice oozing with a false sense of professionalism.)

Mrs. Zhou? This is security. Could I have a quick word with you, please? (In his mind, he pictured the scene from earlier, his thoughts a whirlwind of lustful fantasies. He knew he had to play this right, to get what he wanted without tipping his hand.)

(He stepped inside, his eyes roving over her curvy form, his smile never wavering. He had seen the way she looked at the Deliveroo rider, and he knew he had her number.) Oh, it's just a routine check, Mrs. Zhou. You know how it is, ensuring everyone's safety. But I couldn't help but notice you've been working late quite often. It must be tough, all alone in this big office. Can I offer you a cup of tea? It might help you relax.

(Her eyes narrowed slightly, a hint of suspicion crossing her features. She stepped back, allowing him more room but not closing the door completely. She knew the game he was playing, and she wasn't about to make it easy for him.) I'd love a cup of tea, Alan. But please, make it quick. I have a lot of work to do.

(He turned and walked over to the small kitchenette in the corner of the office, his hips swaying slightly as he went. The smell of their recent encounter still lingered in the air, and it was all he could do not to let his arousal show.) I'll just make us a pot, shall we? (He filled the kettle with water and switched it on, his mind racing with thoughts of what he had seen. He knew he had leverage now, and he would use it to get what he wanted. He glanced back at Sally, who was watching him with a wary gaze.)

(The room grew tense as he let the implication hang in the air. His eyes roved over her body, a silent challenge that she couldn't ignore.) "I'm sure there's more to it than just a simple exchange of goods, hmm?"

. "Oh, I think we both know what's going on here, Mrs. Zhou. You and your old... 'friend'. It's quite the show you two put on. I must admit, I've had to... intervene with the CCTV footage a few times. Wouldn't want anyone else to stumble upon your little secret, now would we?"

(Her cheeks flushed with a mix of anger and fear. She knew she had to tread carefully. "I see," she said, her voice a sweet but firm purr. "Let's not play games, Alan. What do you want?" She took a sip of her tea, her hand trembling slightly.)

(Leaning in, he whispered, "Oh, I know you're married, Mrs. Zhou. That's what makes this all the more... intriguing. And as for my issues, I'm quite sure we can come to an arrangement that will benefit us both." His breath was hot against her neck, sending a shiver down her spine.) "Think about it. A little... understanding between us, and who knows what might happen?"

(Alan pulled out his phone and began to play a video. It was a grainy, yet unmistakable clip of her and Ramesh in the throes of passion. The sound of their muffled moans filled the quiet office, and she felt a strange mix of embarrassment and arousal.) "You see, Mrs. Zhou, I know all about your little hobby. And if you don't want your husband to find out, or anyone else for that matter, I'd be more than happy to help you keep it between us. After all, who would suspect the friendly neighborhood security guard?"

Alan licked his lips as he watched Sally's reaction to his proposal. He could see the wheels turning in her head, the calculation of risk and reward. "Mrs. Zhou, if you're as good at keeping secrets as you are at keeping your husband in the dark, I'm sure we could work something out." He took another step closer, his eyes dropping to the swell of her breasts beneath her silk blouse. "Why don't you show me what you've been sharing with Ramesh?"

(Her mind racing, Sally felt a thrill of fear and excitement as she considered her options. With a slow, deliberate motion, she unbuttoned the top button of her blouse, allowing a hint of her lacy bra to peek through. She knew how to handle men like Alan—men who thought they could take what they wanted. She leaned over the desk, her breasts threatening to spill out, and whispered, "Alright, but if we're going to do this, you'll have to prove that you can keep a secret.")

Sally's hands trembled slightly as she undid the next button of her blouse, the fabric parting to reveal the swell of her creamy breasts. She allowed the material to slip off her shoulders, her eyes never leaving Alan's as she did so. The room grew warmer, the tension thickening like a heavy fog. She took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling with the effort, and let the blouse fall to the floor. She stepped out of her high heels, the click-clack of them echoing in the tense silence. Then, with a grace that belied her anxiety, she unzipped her skirt, letting it pool around her ankles. She stood before him in nothing but her lingerie, a delicate dance of lace and shadows playing across her skin.

His breath hitched as he took in the sight of her, his eyes glittering with hunger. "Very good," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. "Now, let's see if you can make it worth my while." He took a step closer, his hand reaching out to cup her cheek. "On your knees," he demanded, his voice a low growl. Sally felt a spark of defiance flare up within her. This was not how she had envisioned her evening going, but she knew she had to play along. She dropped to her knees, her eyes never leaving his, and placed her hands on his thighs. She could feel the heat of his arousal through his trousers, and she knew she had him right where she wanted him. With a smirk, she leaned in and began to unbuckle his belt, her movements slow and deliberate. As she unzipped his pants, she felt his excitement grow, his erection straining against the fabric of his boxers.

Alan's grip tightened on Sally's shoulders as she exposed his hardened member. She took it in her hand, stroking it gently, feeling the power shift back to her as she guided him to the edge of his desire. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with a mix of anger and excitement. "Is this what you want, Alan?" she whispered, her voice laced with a seductive challenge. "To see me like this?"

Alan's eyes were wide with lust, his breathing ragged. "Yes," he hissed, his voice strained. "But I want more." He reached for the hem of her top, but she deftly avoided his grasp, placing her hand over his. "Patience," she murmured, her voice a sweet caress that belied the turmoil in her mind. She leaned in and took him in her mouth, her tongue swirling around the tip as she applied just the right amount of pressure.

"Mrs. Zhou," he groaned, the sound of her married name on his lips a dark thrill. His hand found its way to her hair, gripping a fistful as he began to thrust into her mouth. Sally's eyes watered, but she didn't flinch. Instead, she took him deeper, her nails digging into his thighs as she fought the urge to gag. She knew that the more she resisted, the more power she had over him.

Alan's other hand reached out, his thick fingers grabbing onto Sally's C cup breasts. He pinched her nipples through the fabric of her pink bra, eliciting a soft moan from her throat. She allowed the pain to fuel her own desires, knowing that the more he thought he had control, the more she could manipulate him. She released him from her mouth with a pop, her eyes never leaving his. "You want more, don't you?" she purred, her voice a siren's call.

Alan's eyes devoured Sally's bare chest, his breathing shallower than ever. He stepped closer to her, his hand reaching out again. This time, she didn't stop him. Instead, she took his hand and placed it back on her breast, guiding his touch, setting the pace. Her own hand slid down her stomach to the waistband of her tight black skirt, her fingers deftly unhooking it. She stepped out of the skirt, leaving her in just her lacy panties, matching the shade of her bra.

With a sudden surge of strength, Alan bent Sally over the couch, his hands roughly pushing her down. She gasped into the kiss as he slid her panties aside and entered her without warning. The cold leather against her skin made her shiver, but she kept her composure, her thoughts racing. She had to find a way out of this situation without losing control completely. As he pounded into her, she focused on the sounds of their bodies coming together, using them to ground herself.

"You like that, don't you?" he grunted, his grip tightening. "You like being a dirty little slut for me." Sally bit back a retort, her teeth clenched. Instead, she reached behind her, her hand finding his ass and pushing him deeper. "Is this what you want?" she whispered, her voice strained. "To claim me like this?" She knew the words would only fuel his ego, but she needed to keep him guessing, to keep him from realizing that she was the one in charge.

With a swift twist of her hips, Sally managed to break Alan's hold on her neck. She spun around, her chest heaving, and pushed him back slightly. She leaned against the desk, her palms flat on the cool wood. "Why don't you take me here?" she suggested, her voice breathless and filled with feigned need. "I want to see your face as you fuck me." It was a calculated move, one that would keep her in a position of control while still fulfilling his desire. His eyes lit up at the suggestion, and he didn't waste a second. He stepped closer, his erection bobbing with anticipation. Sally took a deep breath, her heart racing as she climbed onto the desk. She spread her legs, her panties still around her ankles, and leaned back, her hands bracing herself. Alan stepped in between her thighs, his hands reaching to grasp her hips as he positioned himself.

Alan nodded, his face a mask of pure lust. He took a moment to admire her, his eyes raking over her exposed body. Then, with a grunt, he thrust into her, filling her completely. Sally's eyes rolled back in her head, and she couldn't help but let out a gasp of pleasure. She knew she had to keep up the charade, to keep him believing that she enjoyed this as much as he did. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her heels digging into his back as she pulled him closer, her walls tightening around him.

"You're so tight," he groaned, his hips moving in a steady rhythm. "So much better than on the screen." His words were like a knife, twisting in her gut, but Sally kept her expression neutral, her eyes locked on his. She knew that if she showed any sign of weakness, he would pounce. Instead, she leaned back, her hands reaching behind her to grip the edge of the desk. "Harder," she breathed, urging him on. "Take me like you own me."

His thrusts grew erratic as he neared climax, his mind racing with the possibilities. "Anything," he gasped, his voice strained. "Anything you want." he could feel his orgasm building, and he knew he couldn't hold back much longer. He reached for her, his hands finding her hips again, and thrust into her with renewed vigor. "You're mine," he growled, his teeth gritted. "Mine to fill up."

Alan's body convulsed with pleasure, Sally kept her grip on his cock, milking every last drop. She waited until his breathing had calmed before speaking again. "Now, tell me," she began, her voice taking on a steely edge, "how far are you willing to go to ensure our little arrangement remains... shall we say, exclusive?" She stepped away from the desk, her legs wobbly, but her gaze never leaving his.

Sally stepped away from Alan, her legs still trembling from the intensity of their encounter. She bent down, gracefully picking up her discarded panties and slipping them back on. She took a deep breath, her heart still racing, and turned to face him. "Good," she said, her voice firm and in control once more. "Then, we have an understanding." She walked over to the chair, her hips swaying slightly with each step, and sat down, crossing her legs. "Now, tell me, Alan," she began, her eyes narrowing, "what exactly are you willing to do to ensure that this little arrangement of ours remains between us?"

Alan straightened up, tucking in his shirt and trying to regain some semblance of his earlier authority. He took a step towards Sally, his hand hovering over his belt. "I'll do whatever it takes," he said again, his voice more confident now. "But I expect... certain things in return." His eyes roved over her body, a hunger still present in their depths. "I expect complete and utter discretion. No one can know about this. Not your husband, not your friends, not even the other tenants." He took a deep breath, his chest puffing out slightly. "And... I expect regular visits. Twice a week, at least."