TABOO CRAVINGS: SHORT STEAMY STORIES OF LUST AND TEMPTATION의 모든 챕터: 챕터 1 - 챕터 5

The office was almost empty when Emma pushed through the glass doors her heels clicking nervously against the polished floor. Her hands gripped her bag tight against her chest.She hadnt been back since a week ago the firing thing. A “downsizing,” they’d called it but she knew it was because she’d mouthed off one too many times. Now she was really desperate for money,rent was overdue, bills were piling, and she couldn’t find another job that paid half as well.Which was why she was here after work hours, because she knew her boss would be alone still rounding up on work. She was going to beg him back for her work and apologise for all the things that had don wrong.The receptionist desk was empty as she walked past like she assumed. Most of the lights on the top floors were off. Only the glow from the corner office was lit his office. Mr. Carter, her boss. The man who had let her go with a cold smile and no explanation.She walked slowly down the hallway, every step making her stomach

Emma’s chest pressed flat against the desk, her blouse hanging open, her tits squashed against the cool wood. She trembled, fingers clutching the edge while Mr. Carter kicked her legs wider.“Good girl,” he muttered flipping her skirt up around her waist. Her panties were still pushed aside the thin fabric soaked through. He smacked her ass again, harder this time, watching it ripple.“This round big ašs is mine the second you walked back in here.”Emma whimpered, her face burning as he spread her cheeks apart exposing her pušsy glistening under the office lights.“Look at this sloppy cúnt” he growled dragging the head of his cock along her slit.“Wet, needy, just begging to be fucked.”He shoved in without warning burying himself balls deep in one brutal thrust. Emma cried out, the sound echoing off the office walls. Papers scattered, a glass pen holder tipped over, clattering to the floor.“Fuck tight as hell,” Mr. Carter groaned, gripping her hips“You’ve been walking around this o

The clock on her computer screen was a countdown to her own execution. 11:58 AM. Two minutes. For two hours, she had been living in a state of perpetual, low-grade panic. Every email was a jumble of letters. Every phone ring made her flinch. The fabric of her skirt against her bare skin was a constant, maddening reminder of his command. She was naked underneath, exposed and ready for him, even when he was miles away in his own corner of the office. Her body was no longer her own; it was a tool, waiting for its master.At 12:00 PM exactly, a soft chime from her computer signaled a new email. The subject line was blank. The body of the email contained only two words.My office.A fresh wave of moisture slicked her folds. It wasn't a phone call this time. It was an email. A digital trail. A record of her summons. The humiliation was more potent, more thrilling. She stood, her chair scraping loudly against the floor. Brenda from accounting looked over, a curious expression on her face.“B