Manager Sex Stories Novels & Stories

Jace took a sharp exhale as the elevator ascended slowly. After an awkward silence, the manager finally spoke up. “Anything you want to tell me?” Jace decided it was best to come clean and began, hoping he’d still be spared the grace to resign rather than fired. “Sir, I—” The manager cut him short with a ‘shush’, his index finger pressed against his lip with a frown. “We’re here.” Then, it hit him. Realization dawned on him, but he badly prayed it wasn’t true. The elevator dinged open to reveal the familiar feeling of the short hallway that led to the penthouse.

“Man, I — fuck — I’m sorry —” “Don’t stop on my account,” Rajesh said quietly, eyes locked on where we were joined. There was something hungry in his gaze, something broken and turned on at the same time. “Finish what you started, plumber.” Priya whimpered, rolling her hips up to take me deeper. “Please, Mike… don’t stop. He wants to watch.” The situation was completely insane. Are this couples going mad or something But my body didn’t care. I started moving again slower at first, then harder, unable to resist the tight heat of her pussy or the way she was moaning my name right in front of her husband.

“I’ll give you every style you want me to Ella. Let's give it a try. You can't continue like this forever. Your addiction needs to be conquered. One day your mummy will find out about this life you're living and you wouldn't be proud of it.” “You don't have a different d!ck size. I want a different d!ck size every time.” All that he was saying, wasn't any of my concern. Mother would never find out about my s*x life. I promise that. “Ella, think about this again. She'll eventually find out and that wouldn't be good. Give us a chance and leave this lifestyle alone. Even in class, you can ask me to follow you and zip down, I’ll do it..” he said and for some moment, my heart melted.

I’m curious how the weight of it would feel, and what it would be like to be possessed in that way. “Speaking of the possessive tendencies I seem to have around you, that leaves me with my final two rules. You’re never speak to another man unless I grant you permission…” Before I protest, he finishes my thought for me “…Except those men you consider your family.” I should object, but those are the only men I talk to unless I’m working, and I seem not to be doing that for the time being, so the point is moot. It’s best to pick my battles with a man like Xavier.

Jennifer: Shrug emoji. I decided to take a different tack. This time, rather than pick safe, general stories, I chose a bunch of different categories and sent my favorites from each. One was romantic, about a couple falling in love. The next was about a wife who sleeps with another man. Another had a husband bringing in his best friend for a threesome. I chose one that had some bondage (not my thing, but I picked a story that was highly rated). I sent a Lesbian story and a Gay male one (again, I relied on the ratings). I linked a story about watching two people have sex in the woods, and one about a girl riding a sybian for the first time. I skipped two categories: nonconsent and incest. As

His cock twitched traitorously in his sweatpants. Later that night, after Damien had gone to shower, Elias couldn’t take it anymore. He lay on his bed, hoodie pushed up to his chest, sweatpants shoved down just enough. His hand wrapped around his hard, leaking cock, stroking slowly at first, then faster. His eyes were closed, breath coming in soft, desperate pants. In his mind, it wasn’t some vague fantasy, it was Damien’s strong hands pinning him down, that deep voice growling filthy things into his ear while…

I felt disgust at his callousness, but deep down, a dark, dangerous sense of relief washed over me. "If that is the case," I said, testing him with a guarded, careful tone, "why do you not just divorce her and let her go?" My father laughed again, reaching out and clapping his hand firmly on my shoulder. "Divorce her? And let another prominent businessman have such a stunning woman on his arm? No chance. But hey, if you want her for yourself, Hillian, just say the word." He chuckled at his own absurd joke, gave my shoulder a final pat, and picked up his briefcase. "I have a flight to catch. Keep an eye on the family affairs while I am away."

"God, every single night." He stopped for a moment, his eyes boring into mine, searching for the depth of my deprivation. "Tell me, Blaire," he murmured, his voice dropping to a low, rough rasp. "How long has it been since you were really sex-starved? How long have you been craving a man’s touch?" "Three years," I choked out, a sob catching in my throat as the weight of those empty years crashed down on me. "Oh, three years... ever since Manuel’s cancer started. Three years of being a widow while he was still breathing."

The casual touches, the long stares when he came home sweaty from work I thought I’d hidden them better. “What were you watching exactly?” he pressed. “Tell me.” I swallowed hard. “Gay p**n. Older guy… taking control. Big cock. Making the younger one submit.” Max’s eyes darkened. I glanced down involuntarily and saw the thick outline of his cock straining against his jeans. He was hard. My own dick throbbed in response, pressing uncomfortably against my shorts. “Stand up,” he ordered. “Drop the shorts. Show me how you were touching yourself last night.”

"You could say that!.....lots of stuff happened in just 48 hours! It's bizarre, if i tell you you wouldn't believe me i think!" "Well, try me!!" "Ok I'll do the short version because I'm tired.....Conor turns out to be working for the Mafia King and got engaged to his daughter the Mafia princess last month and also managed to get her pregnant!!....So I caught him in his study with his father in law over a dispute or something and they tried to kill each other but then Hunter came who has friends in the police force and arrested his father. This morning I went to see him and he granted me a divorce so from the end of the week I'm my own free woman again!!" I say and Melissa's eyes are about t