Bosip X Bob Novels & Stories

Well, almost forgotten. She did know he planned on visiting. But she wasn’t expecting him to show up in the foyer of her hotel while she was with Justin. And she had no idea what Justin must be thinking. Not happy was the first thought when she met his gaze and saw his expression. “It’s nice to meet you,” Bobby said with a broad grin. “You’re the IT guy, right? From Johnson Company?” he asked, making the profession sound as dull as ditchwater. “Not anymore,” Justin corrected.

“Good, now, get out here before one of his special agent friends decide to come out here and ask for your identification.” Bobbi laughed as she pulled her cell phone out to call a cab. She had a valid driver’s license, but she didn’t like to drive unless he had to. When Bobbi went out to a function, she liked to drink – heavily. **** Bruce and Alec were in the men’s room of the country club. Bruce shook his head, trying to clear his vision. All the action did was give him a slight headache. “I’ve been hit by a woman before, but . . . not like this,” Bruce stated with awe.

He looked mortified as he stared between Alex and me. Alex looked at him and then back at me as well. I could see the questions forming on his face and then pure anger appeared. “What the fuck, Bob,” Alex hissed to his brother. “Shhh,” Bob said, closing his bedroom door behind him. “Nobody can know about this.” “About what? You fucking the slave?” Alex asked, clenching his fists as Bob came closer. “I’m not fucking her,” Bob protested. “You seriously want me to believe that?” Alex nearly choked out a laugh.

Bob was livid. He was worried about letting Zoe trudge up those dimly lit stairs alone, and so, he went after her… only to stumble on the scene that almost gave him an aneurysm! How dare Denzel treat Zoe like that… forcing her to prostitute herself?! 'Motherfucker!' Seeing red right then, Bob rushed forward at Denzel and punched him viciously on the head! He was a drug addict and actually physically frail—only having the strength to abuse women.

Bob waved his hand all over the place. "And I'll be betting my ass that he's the reason why you were all bitchy at us." Bob said. Justin bit his lower lip. "Sorry." He murmured. Bob just shrugged his shoulders. "Anyways, that's not the only thing I witnessed." He stopped, adding suspense to the drama. Justin looked at Jini whose face became so red in embarrassment. "I saw this beautiful friend of ours in his hotel room with that Christian guy with nothing but a towel on his waist." Bob giggled when Jini groaned, covering his face in shame.

He sounded worried. ‘I won’t do anything bad to you,’ said Bobby. ‘You’re gonna like what I’m gonna do to you. Just wait a second, OK? Don’t go anywhere.’ He went over to the cabinet and got lube, condoms and a glove. When he came back behind Mitch, he kissed him on the cheek, to let him know they were going to do something different now. Mitch was very still. Bobby undid the first rope, the one tying up his arms and legs. Of course, he left the rope running from Mitch’s neck to his balls. He slid some pillows under Mitch’s lower back and tested the arrangement by pulling him back against them. The rope tightened. Perfect.

Scarlett Manzoni twisted her hips back and forth, riding Bob—Anna’s father—with a rhythm that drew loud groans of pleasure from him. His climax was approaching fast, and his face flushed with red. Scarlett’s soft hands rested on his bare chest, anchoring her as she moved, her own breath escaping in faint moans. Bob’s hands gripped her breasts firmly, kneading them as if they were all that mattered to him at the moment. She rode him harder, chasing her own release, but Bob’s grip shifted. His hands slid to her waist, fingers digging into her skin as he thrust upward, burying himself deep.

"Wait, what?" Mya climbed onto the stage in front of the DJ booth and began to dance with a lethal, sultry grace. She was far more captivating than any of the club girls they had seen earlier. Tom stared, mesmerized, but his shock only grew when Bob returned with Emely. Bob was now shirtless, his broad chest on full display. "What on earth are you guys doing?" Tom asked, flabbergasted. “I’ve been violated! She stripped me, and I couldn't even fight back!” Bob joked, though he looked somewhat dazed.

Mark Solis woke up with a splitting headache and a mouth sour from the whiskey he took last night. He groaned, dragging himself off the couch where he’d passed out hours ago. He scratched his rough jaw, his eyes heavy. His stomach made a loud noise. He needed a drink. No, he needed several drinks. And maybe a card game at Benny’s if he could scrape together enough cash. He stumbled to his feet, scratching his beards. It was itchy. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d shaved. Or showered. Or cared.

Gabi said as she pretended not to pay attention to Cassie again “Awwwn don’t be like that. I’m spilling! I’m spilling!” “Spill” Gabi smiled deviously. *Now, the plan which Gabi came up with before Cassie went on a date was for Cassie to be like a bish boss, independent and beautiful. She was supposed to act like she didn’t give a damn about her date and then with her little advances like pursing her lips and giving sexy smirks, she would certainly gain another date with this guy begging on his knees for one. She’d do this the second time before she finally admits she likes him. So Gabi was silently waiting for Cassie to praise her on how her plan was so damn successful and how this guy kept