Manager Sex Stories Novels & Stories

He threatened and I knew better than to keep talking. “A Luna of this pack, sleeping around with men, and not knowing who is responsible for the child.” “I reject you and cut all ties.” Just like that. The elders who stepped out, walked in and nodded in agreement. My dad's face lit up as I crawled on the floor in agony. Aiden didn't bother holding a proper rejection ceremony for me, knowing the repercussions. I was automatically less than a servant. No man would ever be with me. “I’m giving you today to get rid of that thing in you or lose your life,” he added, and with that, the system released me.

It was an oversight on his part. *** Zach settled into his morning mission of clearing the built up story applications with ease. He didn’t blanch at the low level smut submissions. He really was doing well. He fared a little worse with a medium level smut story and averted his eyes a few times. Then he clicked on the next submission and felt that he was being tested. The story was about a couple who only met up for sex wearing masks and had no idea what each other looked like in real life. The synopsis hinted that the man was a CEO and the woman worked as a secretary at his company.

His soul almost slipped out of his body when he saw The manager sitting on her desk with her shirt buttons undone making her bra and b**bs visible. "Ma please dress properly " He muttered and look away. "Don't be shy look at me Dylan " She said and walked up to him. "This is wrong you are older than me and you have a husband " Dylan said still not looking at her. "F**k that Dylan, all I think about is you please if you can't love me then f**k me , I have been having wet dreams lately I am so turned on , even my husband can't turn me on but just thinking about you turns me on and makes my p**sy wet " The manager said shamelessly and he cringe in disgust.

Five years later. "Selene, you're on table three." The gay manager of a night club that Selene attends shouted loudly. She has been in that career for five years, selling her b*dy for pleasure. "Yes mother, coming," Selene energetically answered the boss who took care of her for almost those years. "Hi, sir welcome to Mamang's Nightclub, are you a first time visitor?" Selene began to talk while sitting next to him. "Yes. Anyway I am with someone, I was just ahead of my boss coming here," the voice of the man in his mid-30's is brusque, he is dressed casually with his black polo shirt and pants.

My eyes turning red. " Look, you don't have to be this way in your entire life time. You are a very beautiful lady. Like I do sometimes envy your beauty June. You are too young to be isolated. Not all men are the same. Take a look at your mum and dad. Your dad loves your mum very much. One has to think that they married newly. June, your dad is a man but he never disappointed your mum, cutie. Our manager married for six years now,and you could see how they roll on each other. Can you just try to liberate yourself a little. Ok,can you just hear yourself right now. Someone came knocking on your door,all you could do was to block him off . Huh?"

He never minded traveling for work, even though he sometimes described their adventurous sex life to me in detail, almost as if to underline how secure he felt. I was a recently divorced, closeted bisexual man, and it didn’t surprise me when Jim half-jokingly told me to “keep an eye on things” while he was gone. He’d laughed and said, “You suck too much dick to keep a woman happy.” I never knew if he was teasing or quietly referencing something from the distant past—something I might write about someday. Either way, I knew he trusted me not to cross a line. But none of us could have guessed what would actually begin that day.

I literally traveled to different countries just to fuck those rich men. Most of them were old, filthily wealthy men with no family, just their old hard cock waiting to fuck a young slut like me. The others were married men and only two were gen-Z’s who were bastardly rich. That month was the month my pussy tasted cocks of nearly all races. There was no sex position, at least one of them didn't take me on. And my manager was always right outside the door while those men would fuck me. He always listened to us fuck, and before we would go to the next client, he would give me an advice on what to do differently with the next client.

,I turned the lights to a low red hue,lit scented candles to set the mood,and turned on some music,I sat deliciously with my black body suit and a matching mask,my titties in full view,oiled and perky,my nipples pointy and hard,crossing my legs which were fully exposed and oiled,,my red hair flowing down my back,I loved my job and I pay attention to every detail,if I must seduce… I’ll be the sexiest woman alive..,I held a riding crop in my right hand ,gently stroking it with my left,like a pet,all shirtless,their abs and chest glistening with oil,the one who picked me up I learnt his name was sam and the other two Mike and James.

“Suck me like you mean it. Show me how much you’ve been thinking about this.” I hollowed my cheeks and bobbed my head, taking him as deep as I could, my hand stroking the thick base that wouldn’t fit in my mouth. Saliva dripped down my chin. The sight was messy and obscene, but I didn’t care. Every time I looked up at him through my lashes to see his masked face staring down at me with raw hunger, my pussy clenched with need. This was Mr. Rossi, my best friend’s father, yet the shame only made me wetter.

“The manager.” I sigh softly. “Oh… yeah. I hear it.” She smirks, clearly pleased. As we walk away from the door together, she starts whispering, making sure no one else is close enough to hear. “That man loves women way too much,” she says. “He messes around with almost all the girls here.” I raise a brow. “Seriously?” “Oh yeah,” she nods. “All the time.” I hesitate, then ask carefully, “But… it’s consensual, right?”