Depraved but Satisfied (CVMSLVT x Verse) (NSFW)

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She couldn’t even keep track of how many times she attempted her little stunt. Each time she tried to pull it off, something just had to go wrong. The main reasons were, of course, either her chickening out of the plan she concocted, or just having to leave empty-handed due to some unforeseen circumstances, like that one time that turned out to be a girls’ only night at the bar.

This time, however, she was confident. The blonde took one last look at her wedding band and spun it nervously around her ring finger before pushing the local dive bar’s door open. She knew full well that the ring would send a message to any potential suitors- a message that was pretty clear, saying that she was taken- married even.

But the voluptuous woman wanted the other bar patrons to know that. It was something exciting to her, something taboo- something that was wrong to many others, and she had no intention of attracting the crowd that thought of it this way. Truth was, she yearned for this excitement, for something new, something that her husband was unable to provide for her since the early years of their marriage.


She truly wanted to feel like a piece of meat for sale at the local farmer’s market.

Her outfit, which consisted of a red, strapped halter top that looked like it could unleash her humongous breasts with a single seam ripping- along with an apparent lack of bra underneath, as evidenced by her hard, large nipples poking through the thin fabric; as well as her black miniskirt with some sort of a mesh overlay, which wrapped around her thick thighs and large butt; and the black, strapped stilettos she had on her feet all contrasted with the puny, golden band on her ring finger.

Christine wanted to get fucked, which, in her mind, should be made plain, simple and apparent, based on her outfit and overall demeanour alone.

The forty-something year old woman sat down at the first empty barstool she spotted and proceeded with ordering her drink of choice.

“Two of the strongest drinks you have that don’t taste like jet fuel, and make them double, please.” Her lips glossy, red lips moved, the glisten only amplified by the the dim light of the bar, when it was finally her turn to order. She knew full well that doing what she was about to do sober would prove to weigh too heavy on her conscience.

Shortly after the order was made, two tall glasses of some colorful drink appeared in front of Christine. Her fingers, adorned with red, hybrid, almond shaped nails, the tone of which matched her lip gloss, wrapped around the first glass, which she downed in a couple of large sips. She then grabbed the second glass and started, somewhat desperately, looking around the bar, at the patrons, trying to meet someone’s eyes.

This time, however, she met the eyes- and face- of someone familiar, maybe even too familiar to her at that moment.

 

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Like any other male in the room, Dai Ching had turned toward the flash of red as he entered the bar. There were plenty of women with flashy outfits here, but the flesh that was presented along that red top beckoned his focus for longer. He was young, a few month's short of drinking, but his company had a good enough relationship to the owner that they didn't card its employees. Besides, he had been drinking for quite a while. Not that drinking was the vice he was looking to indulge now. The virile man was stuck on the mature woman as she produced herself by the bar.

In a turn of her head, he realized why she was so drawing. She was familiar. But not in a real way. Was she a celebrity? He nursed his beer and thought about it, and his dark eyes pulsed wide when he found her in his memory. He'd seen a photo of her on Clarence's desk. Christine. Though, in that pictures, put there to appeal to any family man who walked into the sales department, Christine had been wearing something a lot less... eyecatching. The contrast was obvious, as though it hadn't been, anyway. Clark didn't know about any of this.

Dai found himself moving closer, and shouldering two other men on his way. They looked at the tall youth with his black hair tied back, and while the inexpensive blue polo shirt did point out that he wasn't anyone of particular note in the company that basically owned this city, his physical stature was enough for them to not go through the trouble of starting something. They were right to. Dai had enough testosterone in his body to be a complete beast when he let loose. Though he was meaning to do that in a less public way, now.

He caught her eyes and smiled, raising his beer to create a connection. His confidence in crossing the room should tell her just what kind of lad he was. Once close, he put his hand on her back, which was nude to his touch, and leaned down, pretending it was because of the volume in here, but really he just needed to get his lips and breath close to her face. It billowed out hotly against her ear when he said. "Christine, right?" he asked with a well-meaning smile, though the teeth in it were voracious. His hand applied more pressure to usher her along with him, taking charge already. In a wayward streak of light, her ring became blinding. He liked the implications of it.

"I work with Clarence." he said as he led her to a booth in the back just as the two occupying it were getting up for more drinks, saving their spot with their jackets. He simply sat Christine down with his hand on her shoulder, and handed them their outwear as though he was dismissing them. A look at the perturbed man was enough to have him get the hint of violence. The booth was theirs. Dai chose to sit beside her instead of across from her. "He talks about you all the time. Nice to meet you." he said and clinked his beer bottle against the lip of her glass. "But you seem nicer, even." he offered as he drank. He made no secret of his curiosity about her cleavage. Those tits were certainly something.

 

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Seeing the familiar looking young stud approach her made her heart race a little bit- him having touch her bare back and so confidently stealing her over to the booth, as well as evicting its previous occupants made it race even more.

"So, that's why you seemed so familiar!" Christine chuckled and smiled seductively while taking a sip of her drink, just as they sat down in the booth.

"This is your chance, don't fuck this up." She thought, seeing the man up close. She was very obviously undressing him with her eyes, not even trying to conceal it in any way. His toned muscles look great, even covered with the polo shirt he was wearing- she was wondering how much better they look when he's naked.

"Oh, please, I bet all Clark talks about is how I put too much salt in the Sunday roast." The blonde chuckled once again and instinctively started playing with her hair, thinking about what this young, extremely handsome man could do with her, based on his confidence so far. She could never get that kind of confidence from her husband, well, not since they got married those 20-odd years ago, when she was still young and stupid.

"Thank you. You seem very nice too..." Christine complimented Dai back and slightly bit her lip. She felt a certain kind of wetness build up in between her legs, her heart pounding so hard that it almost made her huge breasts bounce.

"By the way, I didn't catch your name!" The woman said as she leaned onto the table and put her elbows to the sides of her boobs, which now were taking a good portion of the surface. She squeezed her bust with the elbows lightly, making them dangerously close to actually escaping the confines of her red top.

 

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He liked how she followed along. She was older than him, and he got off on taking control of her. His fingers moved more than reflexively as he led them, obviously feeling out her skin and crawling lower, to the beginning of her skirt and perhaps wedging half a fingertip under the line, too. Nothing was said, and it wasn't too much, but at least she could read into it, if she wanted to. This wasn't going to be just a friendly conversation, if he could help it.

He didn't mind her attention. She could have her pick of men here, but some of them would be apprehensive given who she was, if they recognized her. Dai should be one of them, since her husband was his superior and he'd just started out, but who was he to deny a woman who'd gone through the trouble of dressing up like that? Suppose he meant to play a bit with this fire.

She knew him. That was good. That meant she was comfortable with him. He laughed too much at her little joke. But he thought it was quaint that this woman on display was also a wife who cooked for her husband. "So you cook and you're beautiful. What other wifely things do you do?" he asked with a meaning grin. He didn't take his eyes off her, though they wandered over her.

"I'm actually not that nice." he said with some more dastardly self-assurance. He reached and took her drink from her, to try it. He licked his lower lip after a sip and shook his head. "This won't do." he said and grabbed a waitress's wrist when she passed. "This, but stronger." he told her and had her take the drink away. He needed to be assertive, to make sure Christine was on board, and knew to follow his lead. She could be a handful, he was sure, so he was going to dominate her right away, to set the tone.

"Dai Chen, in sales." he said and drank more of his beer. He was very much distracted by the growing valley between her tits, and was excited about the prospects of them coming out to greet him further. His eyebrows raised with approval when their eyes met again.

"So," he scooted to press his leg against hers, and dropped his hand under the table to touch her thigh where her skirt's hem stopped, his fingers were looking to come over to the other side, the inside of them. "I don't suppose you came here looking for your husband, Christy." he said and leaned in more. "Why did a beautiful lady like you come here?" his hand squeezed tighter. "And is it something I can help you with?"

 

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Christine certainly liked that display of brutish power coming from Dai, it excited her even further, as if she had too little of it. She couldn't help but keep thinking what he could do with her in bed, how amazing it would be to finally be with a man that knows what he wants and doesn't hesitate to take it when he wants it. Seeing this stark contrast between this young, handsome Asian man, and the wimp her husband had her imagination go into fifth gear, as she thought about what her life could've been if she stayed single.

Before her marriage with Clark, she had a pretty wild life, both socially and sexually. She fondly remembered the parties she attended, and the hunks she pulled into bed at them, but the calm and sedentary life of a housewife yanked that away from her. Some time before she started to go out into pubs like the one she was sitting in now, she truly felt that she yearned for this life to come back, even if for just a short period of time, just to feel good and satisfied again. Her new found wave of hedonistic tendencies gave her a second youth of sorts, and she loved the fact that she finally managed to find someone who was not afraid to indulge her in that sweet hedonism.

"Oh, well, not much, actually, as a housewife that is. You know, Clark isn't really what he seems to be." Christine blushed at Dai's compliment, although it was not that visible on her sun-tanned skin, and under her pretty aggressive make-up.

When the handsome man grabbed her thigh, the woman could feel a wave of shivers climb it and head towards her crotch and her back. She moaned softly, as she couldn't hold her arousal back anymore. The buxom blonde lowered her hand as well, and put it on Dai's, which she gently guided further up between her slightly thick thighs. "Well now, I think that I found what I was looking for already..." She said, softly but loud enough to make the man hear her voice over the music, and moaned once again when his hand reached her crotch- he could clearly feel how wet she was, even through the lace thong she was wearing. "What do you say we take this to your place?" Christine asked and dreamily looked deep into Dai's dark eyes.

 

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He didn't have to be a mindreader to know what the lady sitting by his side was thinking. Her face was basically beaming with it. He made sure he communicated thoughts of the same category. She had enough of herself on display to help the fantasies along. A lot of handfuls on her, and he wouldn't mind playing with those breasts that she was showing off. Lately he'd been dipping into a rather skinny streak, and he was dying for something with a bit more meat on it. He was very much thinking Christine here would fit the bill. And she was gagging for it too, wasn't she? He was sure it wouldn't be any problem getting to play with her. He was doing some of it already, and she didn't mind. Her skin was warm underneath his touch.

He liked the term housewife, and that she knew what she was selling. She'd kept her ring on so she was going into this knowing exactly what she was. He squeezed her thigh a little firmer as she shared about her husband. It was good that she talked like that, and he gave her an encouraging smirk. After all, when Dai stuck his dick in her, it would be partially because she was his superior's wife. "Oh? Well, he mustn't be all that great if he lets a nice piece of... woman like you go out on her own." he said and gauged her reaction. His hand squeezer harder and he recognized her audible approval of it. He could feel the heat radiating off her cunt, begging him to move that hand further up.

His pupils dilated when she couldn't wait, and presented him to that secret place. He slid underneath her skirt with her help and he groaned with an eager shaking to his shoulders when his hand glued to her wet panties, and pushed the laced fabric up between her cunt lips, enveloping her pussy with his palm. She would be able to feel the difference in decisiveness between her hubby and this stranger. The belly of his middle finger pushed up to further divide her lips through the flimsy barrier. He leaned closer. "You sure you can keep up with me?" he asked almost threateningly in her ear.

But he was was up soon, with his moist hand grabbing hers to bring her along. All night she'd be going where he led her. She would get to experience hanging on a large male's arm when the crowd parted for him. His steps were unstoppable, even if he wasn't running, and they were out in the street in no time, but as they passed the building, he pulled her into a rather tight alley and flattened her back to the brick wall with one hand on her throat and one hand on her tit. He looked into her eyes while he pulled her top down to let that single breast pop out.