Novel & Cerita Boss Sex Stories

I scream, not minding if I would draw attention. “Ahhh,” he groans and rams into me. Deeper. Fucking hard! I feel my cunt swell with his seeds, ones I wish would germinate inside of me. Lust in love, I come. Hard. Squirting and moaning like a bitch. New story alert: You’re locked in a room with your father's best friend. A freak, perverted sadist. You crossed the line by inviting your boyfriend over. To punish you, he straps you in a collar and drags you to his dark, kinky room, and teaches you how bad girls are handled.

Damon moved closer on the couch,his leg pressed against hers as the movie reached a steamy sex scene, the man pushing the woman down, kissing her body, sliding inside her with deep thrusts and the sounds of moaning filled the quiet room. Lily's breath came faster and she could feel herself getting wetter, her pussy starting to throb and leak a little,she tried to pretend nothing was happening, staring at the TV like it was no big deal but her nipples were hard, poking against her dress, and her thighs felt slippery. Damon noticed everything. He leaned in, his warm breath on her ear. "You like this, don't you, little cousin? Look how they're fucking,does it make your pussy wet?"

“You’re so tight, gripping me like a glove.” The stillness of his hips was driving me wild, and I couldn’t help but push back into him. I wanted to spread my legs more, but was confined by my jeans. He’d done it on purpose, binding me in place how he wanted. Hands above my head and legs barely opened for the perfect entrance from behind. His hips moved faster, and the stroke of his cock deep in my walls was perfect. I should have been afraid of getting caught, or the fact that we were fucking without a condom again, but it felt so good to be bad with my boss.

"I'm insisting on separate lawyers for each of us. We can't coordinate our stories—that's conspiracy. You tell the truth as you know it. I do the same. We just... hope those truths align in ways that protect us both." "The truth is that I'm sleeping with my boss. That I let him tie me up and control my orgasms. That I call him Sir and beg him to let me come." His lips twitched—almost a smile despite everything. "I'd recommend phrasing it differently for the HR representative." "The truth is that you're in a consensual relationship with another adult," I said, echoing what I assumed he'd say. "The power dynamic at work is... complicated. But consent is clear. I wanted this. I still want this.

she said, standing up and taking her empty wine glass. I scoffed, getting my wallet and taking all the money I had. I never spent much cash since I always used my credit or debit cards. I placed the hefty money bills on the center table, making her smile. “That’s a lot,” she flickered her eyes on the paper bills, then to me. “I’m bored, and I wanted to be entertained,” I smiled wickedly at her, gazing at her as if my eyes could take off her dress that way. “Let me enchant you then,” she smiled, sitting beside me, opening my pants button, and pulling off the zipper of my pants, freeing my hard manhood. “Whew! You’re one perfect Adonis,” she whispered as her hand perfectly held my shaft, strok

“It’s not right… but I don’t want to upset you either.” “Then tell me.” “Well, first of all… Mrs. Aster and Mr. Herman made a plan.” “What kind of plan?” “Mr. Herman came up with a bet. If Adrian didn’t fire his new assistant even after her probation period ended, then he’d have one week to propose marriage. The loser would owe a million dollars—or something like that. And you know how Mr. Adrian is… he can’t stand to lose. Mr. Herman came by again recently and told Mrs. Aster that everything was going perfectly. That the plan was working exactly as they hoped. That Mr. Adrian proposed to you… just to win the bet.”

she managed to ask, her professional instincts not entirely abandoned. Felix reached into his desk drawer, retrieving a condom with practiced ease. "I want to be clear," he said, even as he tore the packet open. "This changes nothing professionally." Wendy squeezed his length lightly. "Less talking, more fucking, Mr. Harrington." His eyes flashed at her boldness. In one swift movement, he rolled on the condom and positioned himself at her entrance. "Is this what you've been wanting?" he asked, teasing her with just the tip. "Your boss bending you over his desk?"

Slowly she moved backwards while pulling him to the bed and let herself drop on it after she removed her short dress with one pull. ¨Make love to me, Alexander!¨ Jessica whispered, lying in all her naked glory in front of him on the bed with her perky full breast calling out to him, begging him to be touched and her sexy legs slightly parted…giving him a perfect view of her aroused state she was in and he licked his lower lip as he slowly removed his shirt and then his pants. Finally he lowered the last piece of clothing, his boxer, releasing his hard as a rock erection who jumped out ready for some serious action!

One arm circling around my waist, he pressed his hips hard to mine, wedging me against the lip of the sink. I was trapped. Boss’s free hand ripped open the buttons of my shirt, revealing my lacey white bra. He pressed his palm against my breast. “Let me go.” Panic swelling within me, I struggled against him. He only held tighter, rougher, fingers biting into my hip and my chest. Without my wolf, I didn’t have the strength to break free. “Don’t be shy, wolf-less.” Boss pressed his nose to my cheek. I felt him smile against my jaw. “You have a child, after all. I know you aren’t a virgin.”

Bobi teased, his pace quickening, his breathing becoming a series of heavy, rhythmic growls. "It is! It’s too much... and I want it! I want all of it!" "She’s a liar, Nathan," Bobi laughed, his voice thick with lust. "She’s a dirty little liar." "She is," Nathan agreed, his eyes roaming over the scene. "She’s our dirty little liar. Harder, Bobi. Show her she’s nothing but a fuck toy." Bobi roared, his movements becoming relentless. He was handling her like she was made of rubber, shifting her position, slamming her back against the sofa with a force that made the furniture creak.