All Chapters of Sweet Surrender: A Compilation Of Spicy Erotic Confessions : Chapter 111 - Chapter 118

I’m Lila. This is a random story of how I got featured in my first porn video.It was Rick’s idea, and I didn’t argue. He wanted to film me with his buddy Mason, while he stood behind his iPhone and caught every move. I thought it was insane at first, but something about the way Rick looked at me when he pitched it made my stomach twist with curiosity.We set it up as a roleplay. I was the secretary who messed up a big deal, and Mason was the boss. Instead of firing me, he’d fuck me on Rick’s desk.Rick stood back with his phone raised. Mason leaned on the edge of the desk like he owned it. I stayed in character, clutching a file folder to my chest.“Please, sir,” I begged, eyes wide. “I need this job. I’ll do anything to keep it.”“Anything?” Mason smirked, spreading his legs a little wider. “Show me what you’ve got. Take off your clothes.”I let the file slip out of my hands and onto the floor. My fingers went to my jacket. I slid it down my arms and draped it over the chair. Rick s

From Wife To Pórnstar (3)The message hung in the air between us. Rick had tossed the phone onto the table like it was nothing, but I could not take my eyes off the screen. My stomach knotted as the little dots appeared under Mason’s name. He was typing. I clutched the blanket around me, pulling it tight against my chest. “Rick, what if he thinks we’re insane? What if he tells someone?” Rick leaned back against the couch, perfectly calm. “Mason is not going to tell anyone. He’s been waiting for me to text him. Trust me.” The phone buzzed. Rick picked it up, his mouth curling into a grin. “Told you.” I swallowed hard. “What did he say?” Rick read aloud, “Hell yes. Name the day. Got the perfect idea for it.” I sank deeper into the co

From Wife To Pórnstar (5) By the time Mason left, I was still catching my breath, sitting on the edge of Rick’s desk with my thighs sticky and sore. My skin tingled everywhere, my body loose but trembling. Rick lowered the phone onto the chair, but his eyes never left me. He didn’t look satisfied. He looked dangerous and wound up tight. It looked like he was seconds from exploding. “You liked that,” he said finally in a calm voice.  I looked at him, confused. My chest rose and fell asleep I eyed him. “Yeah. I did.” His jaw flexed. He stepped forward until he was between my spread legs. His hands gripped my thighs harder than he usually dared, his fingers digging into the soft flesh. “I hated it,” he muttered. I tilted my head, confused. “You set it up, Rick

Fúcked By Boss At The Office (2)"Julien, take your hands off me!" I whispered, my face flushing, but the truth was my body pressed back against his palm, craving the pressure on my ass. I hated that I loved it. I hated that every nerve in me lit on fire from his touch.He leaned closer, his chest brushing against my back, his lips dangerously close to my ear. "Amélie, is that a warning or a plea?"I swallowed hard, tilting my head to the side. "Both," I admitted, barely above a whisper. My eyes flicked over the crowd, but I could see it didn’t matter. Even if someone noticed, I wouldn’t care.His fingers curled more firmly into my dress, pressing into the curve of my ass. The warmth of his hand made my stomach twist. I couldn’t pull away, couldn’t stop drinking in the feel of him. I only swallowed another sip of whiskey and tried to act normal."Careful, Julien," I murmured. "People might get ideas."He pressed his thumb along my ass, then slid his fingers beneath the hem of my panti