2,99 €
Mehr erfahren.
- Herausgeber: Boruma Publishing
- Kategorie: Erotik
- Sprache: Englisch
Dominated By My Werewolf Intern
Das E-Book können Sie in Legimi-Apps oder einer beliebigen App lesen, die das folgende Format unterstützen:
Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2015
Ähnliche
Dominated By My Werewolf Intern
(BBW Shifter Werewolf BDSM)
By Malory Chambers
Copyright 2015 Malory Chambers
. . . . .
This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental. All characters depicted in sexual acts in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older
Masturbating In A Conference
My high heels echoed loudly across the office as I marched toward the end of the hall towards my haven.
"Morning Ms. Kaitlin."
"Morning," I responded deftly, not bothering to turn my head towards the employee who had chosen to greet me instead of focusing on his work.
The rest of my hires had been working with me long enough to realize that I valued productivity more than ass-kissing.
I know exactly what I want in every aspect of my life: Control. Even in sex I had been called too 'controlling', although not enough to be dominant, according to my good-for-nothing ex-husband who wanted me to don a dominatrix leather suit and whip him with a horse tail lasso as he lied exposed on our soft white bed, his hands and feet tied on each corner, his erect manhood pointing straight towards the ceiling, his lips opening to groan in pleasure as I dragged the rough texture of the lasso across his broad shoulders and beg for release as I engulfed his musky manhood with my own luscious lips.
When I straddled him afterwards, lowering my throbbing pussy on his own engorged cock, it took only a few stroke of my hips for him to reach his orgasm, though mine was nowhere to be found.
He fell asleep soon after and I took the opportunity to touch myself, anxiously massaging my throbbing, hungering clit with a vibrator with one hand on my tits, rubbing my pebbled nipple between my thumb and finger until I reached the apex of pleasure, writhing in ecstasy as I reached my own orgasm right next to my snoring husband, wishing that I had a man's warm hardness inside of me instead of a sterile contraption.
It was an experience that was satisfying for him, but not for me. Despite wanting control, I found throughout the whole ordeal that I would much rather be the one with my hands tied to the bed poles with silken scarves, helpless as he plays with my exposed clit. That was a revelation for the both of us, and we decided to end thing amicably, a process that was vastly simplified by the prenup we signed prior to the marriage.
"What's on my plate today?" I asked my assistant as I approached her. I noted with satisfaction that she was impeccably dressed in her low-cut blouse and tight black skirt that barely covered her thighs. Her cleavage was obvious, and her lack of underwear even more so.
"I require you to dress in a manner that can get the both of us exactly what we want," I told her in her first day of her employment. "That is to say, I need you to be able to organize and plan my schedule to work the way I want it, and be provocative enough to convince the VIPs who are harder to handle to bend to your wills."
"You want me to use my sexuality to your advantage?" she asked, incredulous.
"Yes," I told her.
She smiled in a way that reminded me of myself a few years prior, and studied me from the tips of my red heels, up my exposed legs and thighs, to the skin-tight black dress that hugged my every curve, to the wavy hair framing my slightly chubby face and nodded, licking her lips, "That wouldn't be a problem."
Granted, she looked much better than I did with her perfect model-esque body, but I had the satisfaction of knowing that her large tits are the result of surgery while mine came with th [...]
