Cream for My Boss, The Collection E-Book

Belle Hart

• Herausgeber: Belle Hart
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2024

Beschreibung

This is a collection of the 5 erotic stories in the "Cream for My Boss" series. Young lactating mother Nina has sex with her boss and other men for money and pleasure.

Length: 19,400 words.

Leseprobe

Cream for My Boss

The Collection

by Belle Hart

Author's note: All sexually active characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.

Table of Contents

Cream for My Boss 1

Cream for My Boss 2

Cream for My Boss 3

Cream for My Boss 4

Cream for My Boss 5

Other stories by Belle Hart

Cream for My Boss 1 (back to top)

I lay my infant son Dakota in his tiny crib in my bedroom. I just finished breastfeeding him. My breasts are still leaking a little. I swear my body makes more milk than he could ever need.

I tip toe out of the room. He has fallen asleep. I close the door quietly. Then I start to pace the hall in my tiny apartment. Soon I won’t be able to pay the rent.

I had to quit my job as a waitress. Well, I didn’t have to, but after I yelled at my boss in front of everyone for getting me pregnant and abandoning me, it felt necessary. He’s married. I managed to hide the fact that it was his baby for 9 months, but then I exploded when he said he wouldn’t even pay child support secretly. Nothing.

And now here I am. I don’t know why I always attract jerks. I’m beginning to wonder if pretty girls always attract jerks. Makes it not such a benefit to be pretty, huh? I’m 21 and curvy, not what I would call fat, just not a stick. I have big boobs even when they’re not filled with milk. Round hips, nice legs. I have long blond hair and a pretty face. Blue eyes and pouty lips and a nice smile. For all the good any of that does me.

I’m thinking of taking my other boss, Liam, up on his offer. He offered to pay me to have sex with him. Apparently he has a lactation fetish. Who knew? He pays me to clean his house once a week. He’s pretty nice, pretty gruff and silent most of the time, but we talk sometimes.

He’s not unattractive, even though he’s older. He’s in his 50s, tan and muscular from the construction work he does. He has a rough handsomeness to his face. He has short salt and pepper hair, and always has facial stubble. His eyes are kind of gray. The idea of sex with him seemed weird at first, but it grew on me fast. I don’t know if that makes me sick or what. I enjoy sex a lot. I’ve had sex with lots of different types of guys, some older. Why not him? I could really use the money right now to pay rent. Cleaning a house once a week just doesn’t make me enough.

I pick up the phone nervously. I dial his number. I can’t believe I’m doing this.

“Hello,” he answers in his gruff voice.

“It’s me, Nina,” I say, almost breathless.

He says nothing.

“I’ll do it,” I say.

My friend Sally has agreed to babysit Dakota while I go meet my boss. I actually told her what I was going to go do. She understands. She’s a waitress where I used to work. Poverty is not unfamiliar to either of us. She’s skinny and tall and has long dark hair. She’s in her 40s.

“See you later, doll,” she says in her raspy cigarette-damaged voice.

“Later,” I say with a smile as I hurry out the door.

I’m wearing jeans and a tight maroon T-shirt. I think I look good. I put on make-up and put a few waves in my hair with a curling iron. I have no idea why. I don’t think he cares. I drive over to his house, it’s not too far from my apartment. I walk up the front sidewalk and knock on the door. Why did I do that? I usually just walk in. Damn.

He opens the door. He looks all cleaned up. He actually shaved. He’s wearing his usual jeans and a plaid flannel shirt tucked in. He smiles and waves me in. I’m sure the neighbors would think we were total freaks if they knew what we were doing.

I go inside and he shuts the door behind me. He hands me some money.

“The amount we agreed on,” he says in his rough voice.

“Oh,” I say, taking it. I’d almost forgotten about the money. I put it in my little black purse and set the purse on a bookshelf. I’m not wearing a jacket, it’s nice outside. So here we are, awkwardly standing in his living room.

He takes a step toward me and I feel my heart start to pound. Can I do this? He’s attractive enough, it just seems weird. He has been a fixture in my peripheral vision for years before I started working for him, just part of the neighborhood. So strange to change our dynamic now.

He grabs my upper arms firmly and pulls me to him. Then he kisses me. He tastes like cigars. He likes to smoke them. He tastes like mouthwash too. I like both. I find myself incredibly turned on by this, partly because it does seem so wrong. Because of our age difference and the fact that I work for him. I open my mouth and let our tongues play with each other. I can feel the wetness between my legs increasing.

He’s a good kisser. Kind of rough, like I would have expected, but he knows how to make a woman feel good. He slides his hands onto my back and then slowly down to grip my ass. It turns me on more. Suddenly I want to fuck his brains out. I moan. He stops kissing to reach down and scoop me up in his arms and carry me to his bedroom. I know he’s in shape, but it surprises me anyway. Makes me breathless.

The bed is neatly made in the small master bedroom with dark wood paneling on the walls. The red crocheted bedspread is folded back neatly with the white flat sheet, like in a hotel or something. For him, this is impressive. He sets me down on the exposed part of the bed and pulls the bedding back more. He’s out of breath, I don’t think it’s from exertion.

“You okay, Liam?” I ask. I sound out of breath too.

“Oh, I’m quite okay,” Liam says as he sits down next to me and kisses me again. I start to unbutton his white and brown plaid shirt and he slides his hands up under my T-shirt. His hands are rough, like he’s never used lotion ever, but that turns me on too. So manly.