Sharing a room with a boss I despise at a hot spring inn during a business trip

The Business Trip

Yumi had been looking forward to this business trip for months. Not because of the conference itself – far from it. But because she knew she’d be sharing a room with her direct supervisor, Hiroshi, during their stay at the Onsen Ryokan. Yumi had always had a secret crush on the older, distinguished gentleman, with his salt-and-pepper hair and charming smile. She fantasized about him constantly, imagining his hands roaming her nubile young body, his hard cock burying itself deep inside her tight little pussy…

But Yumi knew such desires were taboo. Hiroshi was married, and not only that, he was her boss. She could never act on these forbidden urges. But a girl could dream, couldn’t she? At night in her lonely apartment, Yumi would touch herself until she came, imagining it was Hiroshi’s fingers teasing her clit and plunging into her wet hole.

Now, finally, that dream was about to come true – albeit not quite how Yumi had imagined it. Because the moment she stepped through the sliding futon doors into their traditional tatami-mat room, Hiroshi looked up from his tablet with a start, and a displeased purse of his lips.

“Yumi,” he acknowledged curtly. “I see they seat the peons with the management this year.”

Yumi felt her cheeks flush with embarrassment and anger at his derisive tone. “I’m sorry, did you not see the room manifest? The assignments were finalized two months ago.”

Hiroshi scoffed and threw down his tablet dismissively. “Of course. The incompetence of our logistical team never ceases to amaze me.” His cold dark eyes raked over Yumi’s petite figure, clad in a conservative gray suit jacket and pencil skirt. “I suppose we’ll have to make the best of the situation.”

Yumi bristled at his patronizing attitude. “I assure you, I’ll endeavor to be ‘making the best’ of this no more than you are,” she replied icily. “I’m quite happy to sleep on the floor if that would suit you better.”

“Don’t be absurd,” Hiroshi snapped. “We’ll share the futon. As neighbors.”

Yumi didn’t know if he was calling her a cutesy name to soften the blow or if he was simply being cruel. Either way, she ignored it and changed into her yukata. She kept her lingerie on underneath, not wanting to give Hiroshi even more to comment on.

He made no comment as she emerged from the changing screen, but she could feel his eyes on her, roving over her delicate curves with a heat that surprised her. Yumi felt a flush of anticipation as she slid down into the futon, acutely aware of Hiroshi’s warm body only inches from her own.

They lay in silence for a long moment, visible tension crackling between them. Then suddenly, Hiroshi rolled over and pinned Yumi beneath him. “Maybe I need to teach you some respect first,” he growled, eyes blazing with barely restrained lust.

Before Yumi could respond, Hiroshi’s lips crashed down on hers in a bruising kiss. She gasped, then melted into it, her body coming alive with urgent need. “You want this, don’t you?” Hiroshi purred, his hand sliding up her yukata to cup her breast. “You’ve wanted me to fuck you for so long.”

Yumi whimpered, aching between her thighs as his thumb circled her nipple through her silk bra. “P-Please…” she begged, all thoughts of propriety and taboo forgotten.

With a low groan, Hiroshi yanked down her yukata, baring her creamy skin to his hungry eyes. He pushed her bra above her breasts and latched onto a rosy peak, sucking hungrily. Yumi arched into his heated mouth, pleasure sizzling through her veins.

“Nng, such a naughty little thing,” Hiroshi panted, fingers stroking between her thighs. “Already so wet for your boss.” His fingers found the edge of her lace panties and tugged them aside, delving into her slick folds. “You want this cock?” he demanded, primary hand unlacing his pants to release his large erection.

“Y-yes!” Yumi cried. “Fuck me! Gods, please Hiroshi – fuck me hard!”

In one smooth thrust, he buried his thick shaft deep inside her fluttering sheath. Yumi screamed in ecstasy, back bowing off the futon as he stretched her wide. Hiroshi set a hard, fast rhythm, his hips smacking against her ass as he pounded three feet into her shaking pussy.

“Yes, YES!” Yumi shrieked, fingernails scoring his back as she met his brutal thrusts greedily. “Fuck me! Nng, harder!”

Hiroshi gripped her hips and slammed into her, hitting her cervix on every stroke. “You love this, don’t you, my secretary slut?” he snarled. “Taking your boss’s cock so deep in your little cunt.”

“Mmmm, yes!” Yumi moaned, clenching tight around him. She could feel the heat building at her core, preparing to erupt. “Gonna cum… Hiroshi!”

“Cum for me then,” he commanded, fingers flying to her clit and rubbing fast circles. “Show me how much you love being used as your supervisor’s personal fucktoy!”

Yumi detonated at his words, wave after wave of mind-bending orgasm crashing over her. Her pussy spasmed rhythmically around his pistoning cock, milking it for all she was worth.

With a roar, Hiroshi slammed home one last time and let loose, pumping thick ropes of cum deep in her womb. Yumi felt the hot splash against her fluttering walls, prolonging her shuddering climax.

Finally, they collapsed together in a sweaty tangle of limbs, gasping for breath. Hiroshi pushed himself up on his elbows and grinned down at Yumi’s satiated expression. “Same time tomorrow?” he quipped with a chuckle.

“You’re on,” Yumi purred back, beaming with smug satisfaction. “My secret dream just got better than I ever imagined.”