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- Herausgeber: Belle Hart
- Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
- Sprache: Englisch
20-year-old Erica is having amazing sex with her boss, Bill. She wants to break up with her boyfriend, Blake, but has been putting it off. It all ends abruptly, though, when Blake walks into her house to find her having enthusiastic sex with her boss.
This is story #3 of the "Anything for My Boss" series. This story is also included in the ebook "Anything for My Boss: The Collection".
Length: Short Story, 4200 words.
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2024
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Anything for My Boss 3
by Belle Hart
Author's note: All sexually active characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.
Copyright 2016 by Belle Hart
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Anything for My Boss 3
Other stories by Belle Hart
Anything for My Boss 3
My boss and I have been having sex for over a week now. It’s amazing. I rationalize it because I’m 20, even though he's a lot older than me. We're both adults. Who can it hurt? I mean besides my boyfriend, Blake.
It’s Friday night now and I have just put my pajamas on. Pink tank top and pink pajama bottoms. The tank top is so thin it barely covers my large breasts. My long dark blond hair is up in a ponytail at the top of my head. I’m thin and athletic. Right now I’m stretching out on the floor in a yoga pose. Something I do every night. My boss Bill is into yoga. He taught me all about it.
I rent a room from my boss too. He comes to my bedroom door now. He’s wearing a blue robe. He’s 50 years old and handsome. Brown hair, sweet brown eyes, and a lean muscled body. He smiles down at me. I’m doing a forward bend.
“I just came to kiss you goodnight,” he says.
“Oh,” I say, as I hop up from the floor happily. I step over to him and he takes me in his arms. He leans down and french kisses me. Not usually how bosses tell their assistants goodnight. I can feel my pussy get wet and my heart start to speed up as we kiss. He lets me go.
“Goodnight, sweetheart,” he says.
“Goodnight,” I say. I feel a little dizzy. That was some kiss.
He smiles and wanders off down the hall to his bedroom. It’s Friday night, 11:30. It’s not like I have to be anywhere tomorrow. I pace a little, then decide I should just go to bed. I lie there for a while, feeling fidgety. Finally I get up. Screw it. I won’t sleep otherwise.
