Chapter 281 - 284: Sasha

The day passed again, and it was time for Quinn to go and come back to work.

"Ahh, weekdays. I guess my life is tangled with work again." Quinn basked in the morning sunlight, enjoying the view in front of him.

As of the moment, his job task was to fuck Sasha so that he could move closer to the acting head of the Naturehive; it was easy and straightforward.

’It doesn’t matter, I can enjoy my life here if I want, and no one can stop me.’ Quinn could enjoy his life while getting stronger; it didn’t matter when he would take over and go to the other domains.

Also, it was much better if he thoroughly prepared himself, reaching a higher tier being one of his goals.

’My core is already 1/4 filled, the estimated stats in order for me to reach tier 4 are approximately 20,000. That’s only the estimation, but that alone would make anyone go crazy.’ Quinn himself felt horrified to see a walking bomb in the flesh as himself.

He was not acting arrogant, just stating the whole truth about his current stats. It was beyond comparison to the usual stats of his peers; the following days made up for that.

His stats before meeting with Helen ranged from 2,900 to 3,000, yet now it was completely monstrous, reaching 6,000+ and even more.

The bonding really helped him a lot, and it was only a matter of time before he took the stats of the four target MILFs. Sasha, Sylph, Elaine, and Natasha—all of them could contribute greatly to him, maybe pushing his stats above 10,000.

And that was only the talented and somewhat second-rate MILFs in the human domain; it was not mentioning the family heads, especially those MILFs on top.

’This is really getting more fun. I’m the strongest man in the making. Let’s see those stupid shits, those talented ones, try to overtake me.’ Quinn walked through; it was time for him to go back and pluck more stats from his golden goose.

...

"Good morning, Sasha, how was the weekend?" Quinn slowly approached the MILF sitting in her seat.

"G-good, it was a good weekend for me." She avoided his eyes, looking at her table while swirling her hair.

"Then I gotta admit that you had your time, look at the dark circles under your eyes."

"Ahh, there’s nothing there..." Sasha grabbed her mirror and saw nothing; well, she never missed such small details related to her body, especially her face.

"Haha, I’m just joking, Sasha. How could you be so conscious about such insignificant stuff?" Quinn made his way behind her back, slowly massaging above her shoulders.

"Ahnn, ahn... don’t do that, we might get caught doing this kind of deed. Ahnn, ahnn."

"So you don’t want it? You want me to stop what I am doing, Sasha?" Quinn’s cock was already hard; he wanted to get back on track and fuck her tight pussy again.

"Ahnn, I didn’t say that... but please be gentle... ahnn, ahnn." Sasha couldn’t control her moans from coming out of her mouth; it was just impossible to hold her moans when Quinn was the one touching her.

’Ahh, why does it feel so different doing it with Quinn... ahnn, I tried my best... I even asked my husband to do it for me... but it’s completely different.’ She had masturbated, deep-fingering herself every hour during those 2 long days.

Even resorting to love-making with her husband, even though he was limp, it was so hopeless that she used a fresh vegetable to shove into her pussy.

"Look at the once-dignified woman. You are truly a slut to act like this, Sasha. Not even ashamed that I, a worker of yours, am making you like this." Quinn added more salt to the wound.

"Ahn, you are making me a terrible woman, please don’t say that... I’m not that kind of woman..."

"Saying that again? Are you not tired of acting like that, Sasha? Just be true to your feelings and tell me that you want to get fucked by me." Quinn slid his fingers under her armpits, finding their way to her tits.

"Ahnn... ahnn, I don’t know... and I can’t understand my feelings..." Sasha wanted a hard fucking again—the girth and the length of his cock.

The thick cum that filled her womb and the intense pounding that she had only experienced once; the feeling of being treated like a woman, a needy woman.

"I already locked the door, Sasha. No one will enter the room... so how about we do it now? I know what you did these past days."

"Ahnn... ahnn... please. I want that thing... I don’t care anymore. My husband is not working hard enough to make me feel the way you treated me..."

Quinn smirked, hearing her completely surrender her remaining pride right there at her office desk.

He unbuttoned her blouse with one swift motion, pulling the soft fabric down over her shoulders to expose her lace bra and her heavy, aching breasts.

His fingers unclipped the front clasp, letting her full, mature melons spill right into his waiting hands.

"Ahnn... Quinn, yes... touch them harder... I’ve been waiting for this all weekend..." Sasha whimpered, her back arching into his touch as he pinched both of her sensitive nipples tightly.

"Look at how wet you already are, Sasha. You didn’t even need any foreplay, did you?" Quinn whispered in her ear, sliding his free hand right down the front of her skirt, pushing her underwear aside to feel her drenched, throbbing slit.

"I couldn’t help it... thinking about your massive cock was making me squirt all by myself in my room..." she admitted freely, completely lost in the overwhelming heat building up between her thighs.

"Please, Quinn... don’t make me wait any longer! Fill me up with your seeds right now!"

Quinn didn’t hesitate for another second. He unzipped his trousers, freeing his thick, throbbing length, which slammed forward against her wet entrance.

Without any warning, he thrust his hips forward, burying his entire shaft deep inside her tight, welcoming walls in one heavy strike.

"AHHH!! YES!! QUINN!!" Sasha gasped loudly, her hands grabbing the edge of her desk as her whole body trembled from the sheer pleasure of being filled completely once again.

"Finally surrendered, I guess I’m eating good today, again as usual." Quinn removed her bra, throwing it at the corner.

"Ahhn, please let me taste that feeling again, Quinn. I want to feel the heat of being a woman..."

"Then I will gladly do that, take off your clothes. I will show you the art of how a true man satisfies a woman." Owen lifted her up, placing her gently on the table.

"Okay, don’t make me wait, and ravage my body now..." Sasha took off her clothes, showing her bare skin and her thong.

"Did you finger yourself before going to work, Sasha? Look at your panties, already soaked wet with your love juices." Owen rubbed his finger across the thin layer of her thong.

Just the strands at the waist and the thin layer of fabric in front; she really prepared for today’s session with Quinn.

"Ahn, y-yes... I tried pleasuring myself, but it’s not enough..." Sasha blurted her desperate attempt; it was hard for her to use her own fingers, it was quite clumsy and she couldn’t reach her good spots.

"Good, you’re honest, Sasha. Now I will reward you with this." Quinn grabbed a pen in the corner.

"Ahnn, what are you doing with the pen, Quinn... qhnnz don’t shove it inside... ahnn!" Quinn shoved the pen inside her pussy, playing with her pussy.

"I know this size is not enough, however I can find your weak points with this, Sasha."

"Ahn! Ahn, yes right there... ahn! How is it possible...? Nghn! It’s getting hotter, my hours, ahhn!" Sasha grabbed the handle of the corner of the table while her feet curled inwardly.

"What a slut, so you are enjoying the size of your pathetic husband? You don’t want to taste my cock, or what?"

"Nghn, ahh! Ahn... don’t tease me... ahn." The feeling of hotness retracted after Quinn stopped moving the pen inside her.

"I’m asking you a question, my slut, don’t divert your attention. I won’t allow you to squirt if you don’t follow my orders."

"Ahn... please don’t do that. I will follow your orders... ahnn..."

"That’s good, now I will ask again. Are you satisfied with the girth of your husband? Look at the pen and compare the two..." Quinn raised the pen; it was soaked wet with sticky strands of her juices on it, slowly dripping onto the tabletop.

"Ahn, ahn... my husband, ahnn."

"Yes, say the real thing, Sasha..."

"Ahnn... my husband’s thing is only 3 cm in girth... and it’s so thin and limp..." She wanted more stuff, and she couldn’t allow herself to act like a tsundere now.