[vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text]IMPORTANT NOTICE: The content on this website including but not limited to stories, comments, and user submissions is entirely fictional and is created solely for entertainment purposes. All stories, characters, and events depicted are purely imaginary and are not based on any real-life individuals or occurrences. All characters portrayed in these stories are confirmed to be 18 years of age or older. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or deceased, or real events is purely coincidental. The characters depicted are engaged in consensual role-play for their own personal enjoyment. All images used on this site are either owned by White Tofu or used under license, and are also entirely fictional. You agree not to share this material with individuals under the age of 18 or with anyone who may find it offensive.[/vc_column_text][us_separator size=”small” show_line=”1″][vc_column_text]Jane is an elite Singaporean Chinese mom, living in one of the most upscale neighborhoods in the city. She is married to a successful businessman and enjoyed a luxurious lifestyle. She works as a financial advisor in a prestigious firm in the heart of the city and was known for her impeccable taste and stunning beauty.
On this particular night, Jane had to stay late at the office for some urgent work. She was dressed in a low-cut white soft mini dress, which hugged her curves perfectly. Her long black hair was tied up, and her makeup was flawless. She looked like a model straight out of a magazine, with her elegant yet sensual appearance.
As she finished up her work, she remembered that she had to grab some files from the store room. It was already past midnight, and the entire office was deserted. The silence of the building amplified her footsteps as she made her way to the store room, which was located on the maintenance floor of the building.
As she entered the dimly lit room, she heard someone behind her. Before she could react, she felt a pair of strong arms wrap around her from behind. She could smell the familiar scent of cheap cologne and realized it was the old Indian janitor who worked in the office.
“What are you doing??” Jane exclaimed, struggling to break free from his grip.
But the janitor didn’t listen. He had always harbored a secret desire for Jane. She was the epitome of beauty to him – tall, sexy, and with a flawless complexion. He had often fantasized about taking her in his arms and making love to her.
Tonight, he couldn’t control his desire any longer. He pressed himself against her back, his hands roaming over her body furiously. He could feel her curves through the thin fabric of her dress, and it only fueled his lust.
“Uh… this is not right…” Jane pleaded with him, trying to push him away.
But the janitor was relentless. He wanted to feel her body and make her his that night. He whispered into her ear, pleading with her to let him have her just this one time.
For a moment, Jane was shocked and froze in her tracks. She couldn’t believe what was happening. The janitor was an elder married man, and she was a happily married woman. But deep down, she couldn’t deny the strange thrill that coursed through her body at his touch.
As the janitor continued to plead with her, he told her the truth – he had been working in the office for five years, and it was his last day at work. For all that time, he had admired her from afar. It was his ultimate fantasy to be with a Chinese woman, and more importantly, to be with her.
To her horror, Jane realized that the janitor wasn’t going to stop, no matter how much she resisted. The janitor was desperate, and he knew he would probably never get another chance like this. In a moment of desperation, he lied to her and told her that he had cancer and didn’t have much time left to live. He begged her to fulfill his fantasy before it was too late.
Jane, taken aback by this revelation, looked into the janitor’s eyes and saw the desperation and longing in them. She couldn’t help but feel sorry for him. And strangely, deep down, a part of her was curious to experience the passion and raw desire that he had for her.
With a heavy heart, she gave in to his pleas. The janitor couldn’t believe his luck; he had succeeded in gaining the attention of the beautiful Chinese woman he had admired for so long. He couldn’t resist himself any longer. He turned her around and looked at her face, taking in every inch of her beauty. He then ran his hands over her body, feeling her fair soft skin and curves. His hands roamed over her breasts, cupping them and squeezing them gently.
Jane closed her eyes, allowing him to continue. She couldn’t believe that she was letting this man grope her. But at the same time, she couldn’t deny the pleasure that was coursing through her body. In a matter of seconds, the janitor easily undressed her loose wrap dress. Without a word, the janitor lowered his mouth to her breasts, sucking on her nipples through the fabric of her dress. Jane gasped at the sensation, her hands automatically going to his head, urging him to continue. He leaned her against the shelves in the store room, his hands groping her round, firm butt while his lips trailed kisses down her neck.
Jane couldn’t resist any longer. She let go of all her inhibitions and gave herself completely to the janitor. As they lost themselves in pleasure, Jane couldn’t help but think that her husband would never be able to satisfy her like this. She was experiencing a whole new level of pleasure with the janitor. Jane could feel his hard, long Indian cock pressing against her thigh, begging for release.
The janitor, sensing her desire, adjusted his cock and thrust himself inside her, both of them moaning in pleasure. He surprised her with his stamina and strength, despite his age. He fucked her tirelessly, making her see stars with each thrust. She couldn’t get enough of his big, long Indian cock filling her completely. She could feel herself building towards a powerful orgasm, and the janitor could sense it too. She lost track of the number of orgasms she had as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. With one final thrust, he came inside her, filling her with his hot Indian seed.
Jane couldn’t believe what she had just done, but she didn’t regret it. She was a married woman, but in that moment, she felt fully alive and satisfied like never before. It was a night she would never forget – a night where two people from completely different worlds came together and shared a forbidden passion. As she got dressed and left the store room quickly, she made a silent promise to herself never to mention this night to anyone. But deep down, she knew that this was an experience she would always remember.
As Jane made her way back to her office to collect her things, she felt a strange mix of emotions. The guilt of betraying her husband weighed heavily on her, but the excitement and satisfaction of what had just transpired lingered in her mind. She couldn’t help but replay the events of the night over and over in her head, feeling a rush of arousal every time she thought about the janitor’s touch.
Back in her office, Jane sat down at her desk, trying to compose herself. She knew she had to go home and face her husband, but she couldn’t shake the feeling that something inside her had changed. The experience had awakened a side of her that she didn’t know existed – a side that craved the raw, unrestrained passion she had felt with the janitor.
As she gathered her belongings and prepared to leave, Jane glanced at herself in the mirror. Her hair was slightly disheveled, and her makeup was smudged, but there was a new glow in her eyes – a glow of newfound confidence and desire. She knew that her life would never be the same after that night, and while she was unsure of what the future held, she couldn’t deny the thrill of the unknown.
Jane took a deep breath and stepped out of her office, ready to face whatever lay ahead. She knew that she had crossed a line that night, but she also knew that she had discovered a part of herself that she could no longer ignore. As she made her way home, she couldn’t help but wonder if she would ever experience such intense passion again, and a small part of her hoped that she would.[/vc_column_text][/vc_column][/vc_row]
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