LOGINSuddenly, she shifted. She dropped my hands and slid up to my chest, sitting her firm, round ass on my breasts so that her cunt was spread open below my chin.
Sally used her legs to pin my arms in place, keeping me trapped. With a small cry of pleasure, she plunged both hands into her pussy, her right hand furiously stroking her clit as the fingers of her left hands pumped in and out of her slit. As Sally came, her juices coated my chin and throat, bathing me iMy cock actually started to hurt. It was so hard it felt like it was going to burst through my trousers. I wanted to rip those clothes off her and fuck her right there.She stopped rubbing her tits and looked at me. Slowly, she gripped the bottom of her top and slid it up, exposing her tight, flat belly. Right there, by her belly button, was a tattoo of a rose. She paused, holding the sweater rucked up under her breasts."Do you want to see more, sir?" she teased.I opened my mouth to tell her to go to a hotel, to spend the lunch hour in a 69 position where I could eat her out while she sucked my balls, but before I could say a word, she put one finger to her lips."Shhh," she hissed. The message was loud and clear: I might be the boss of the office, but she was the boss of this room. If she wanted her pussy licked or her ass banged against the desk, she’d let me know. Until then, I was just a spectator.Then, she opened her legs wide. The tiny skirt rode up so far I could see everyt
Cathy was my new secretary, and from the second she walked into my office, I knew I was fucked. Her desk was set up at a right angle to mine, which meant she was always right there in my field of vision. I was supposed to be the one in charge, but most of the time, I was just a slave to the view. I let her get away with her slutty outfits because, honestly, I loved every single second of it. She knew exactly how to push my buttons, and she loved seeing me struggle to stay professional while my cock was throbbing in my pants.She was a masterpiece of a slut. Long, dirty blonde hair and tits that were absolutely massive—huge, heavy boulders that seemed to defy gravity and the fabric of any shirt she wore. Just looking at her made me lose my train of thought. Then there were her lips—pouty, wet, and just begging to wrap around a hard cock and suck the soul out of a man.Most days, she played a dangerous game with her cleavage. She’d wear these thin shirts that barely held her in, and
Just as I felt the first spark of my climax hitting, I suddenly stopped. I pushed them all away with a loud grunt, sliding off the chair and standing up.The three of them froze. They were all glistening with my juices, their faces flushed, their cocks throbbing and leaking, looking at me with total shock."Actually," I said, yawning and stretching my arms over my head. "I'm tired. I think I'm done for today."The look of pure agony on their faces was better than any orgasm. They were left hanging, completely ruined and desperate, while I walked toward the bedroom."We'll continue this tomorrow," I called back over my shoulder. "Now go clean up the kitchen."I woke up feeling great. I opened my eyes and saw Fred already dressed, standing by my bed. He was carefully laying out the clothes I was going to wear to work, making sure every fold was perfect. He looked at me with those puppy-dog eyes, just waiting for a nod of approval.I stretched, feeling a little itch between my legs. I lo
I started to worry. What if he’d been kidnapped? What if he’d finally snapped and run away? I couldn't handle the idea of my favorite slave just being gone. I did something I never thought I'd do—I called the police. I told them my "housemate" was missing. I didn't mention the ropes, the paddle, or the fact that he lived to serve me. I just played the part of the worried friend. The police told me to come down to the station to give more info. When I walked in, I saw him. The officer on duty was a fucking god. He was huge, with shoulders that almost ripped through his blue uniform and a jawline that could cut glass. He had these dark, intense eyes that seemed to look right through me. I spent an hour giving him Caelan's details, pretending to be sad. I kept my voice soft, playing the victim, but all I could think about was how hot this cop was. I wondered if he’d look as good as Caelan on his knees. As I turned to leave, the cop stepped closer. He leaned in, his voice a low,
I closed my laptop with a loud click and I felt the anger simmering inside me because my boss had rejected my work again. The ghost of those dismissive comments lingered in the air of my home office, and I knew that I needed an outlet for my frustration. I rose from my chair and I changed into a deep violet robe that I cinched tight around my waist, and then I padded barefoot across the cool hardwood floors of my penthouse. Caelan— my sex slave was waiting for me in the center of the living room as he always did, and he was kneeling on the floor in a state of total submission. His dark hair was perfectly styled and his jaw was clean-shaven, and he wore the white shirt that I planned to ruin. His stormy grey eyes were fixed on the floor before my feet and his hands rested palms-up on his thighs. "Welcome home, Mistress," he said, and his voice was a low baritone that was meant only for my ears. I did not speak right away but instead I circled him like a predator assessing its p
Chase seemed to feel the same weight. He would pull me close during quiet moments and tell me that he trusted me and that nothing would change between us. But I knew the challenge he had made and I knew the anger Pete carried. The air between all of us felt thick and uneasy as the wedding ended and we prepared to leave the house. On Sunday night I stood in the bedroom and looked at myself in the mirror. Chase had chosen the outfit for me and I wore a simple black dress that hugged my body in all the right places. My hair fell in soft waves around my shoulders and I wore just enough makeup to look presentable. Chase stood behind me and fixed the zipper on my dress. He kissed the side of my neck and said he was proud of me. I smiled back at him in the mirror but my heart raced faster than usual. The night ahead felt heavy with possibility and I wondered how everything would turn out. We arrived at the house Pete had chosen for the evening. It was a quiet and private place wi
The shower spray was hitting the tiles in a steady rhythm, a sound I had come to recognize instantly.It meant she was in there right now, completely naked, with hot water slicking down over her curves while soap glided sensually across skin I had only ever imagined touching.My hot little stepsist
The silence in my mother’s apartment was suffocating. She stood near the large window, arms folded tightly across her chest, staring at me like I was someone she no longer recognized. The anger radiating from her was almost tangible. “You actually came here,” she said, her voice cold and sharp. “A
Kyros had left by the time I woke up the next day. I yawned, moved downstairs to learn from the maids that he left in a hurry.Last night was hectic, I remembered falling asleep with his cock buried inside me. Something must have came up, so I dressed up and pack some food and made towards his of
I hugged mum goodbye after giving me tons and tons of advice. “Be good to your stepdad,” “Be this, Be that!”Her business trip this time was definitely going to last more than four weeks which means I'd have enough time to seduce my target — Kyros.Immediately I got back home from the airport, I







