I want her to enjoy this now. I take the poppers from the table and place them under her nose. She gets hornier with each sniff. I begin rubbing the tip of my cock on her cunt until she gives in and begs me.
“Fuck me,” she says, “please!”
“Now you want it, you dirty little bitch.” I say.
I wrap my arms around her and slowly force my cock in. The lips of her pussy part as far as they can, and my throbbing cock forces them apart further as it makes its way in. She moans, with a mix of pleasure and pain, as she wants and not wants it at the same time. I am almost half way in and then I thrust all the way in and she screams again.
Then I take the ball gag to shut her trap. I want to fuck her, uninterrupted by her screams. The pussy that I am finally getting is way better than that of my wife, to be honest. So tight and small, yet so daring and unyielding, like the bitch it belongs to.
I fuck her and stop when I am about to come. Then I start fucking her again and she orgasms, but I continue fucking her. She can’t stop me, even though I can tell she wants to.
I stop to catch my breath and then begin fucking her again, and I don’t stop until I explode inside her like a volcano. I shoot more juice in her than I have ever shot before; so much that for a moment I am afraid she might get pregnant. She feels my juices inside her pussy, her breaths get faster, she orgasms again, with me this time, and then relaxes as I relax.
I remove the gag then. With my cock still inside her, all the way in, I fondle her and caress her breasts, run my finger through her sides, and then grabbing her by the waist, force my still hard cock all the way inside her again.
And, whilst still inside her, I remove her blindfold. She squints her eyes. I can see her mascara running down. Then she opens her eyes, finally. First, she squints, as my face zooms into view. Then, after a moment, relaxes and smiles.
“Dad?” she says. And I know our relationship has made progress as my step daughter and I have a secret of our own. Her eyes sparkle and I know she can’t wait to get her chunk out of the $80 thousand bid. And I know she is definitely getting that Mercedes she wants for her birthday.
I leave her tied to the bed and make my way back to the airport. When I get home, I crawl into bed with my sleeping wife, put my arm around her, and sleep more satisfied than I have slept in months.
Taught By The Boss
A Billionaire Boss Romance
This deliciously dirty story is a part of Susan Fleming’s super-charged, highly lewd collection of love and lust, written in 2015. Those who attempt to steal any part of this goldmine and take it as their own risk being a fiery, hot death from a hunk bearing copyright notices—and she’s not about to play with you.
This is a work of fiction—although we wish that people like this really existed, it’s nothing more than a figment of a very, very overactive imagination. Any resemblance to someone you know, a place you love or anything you hold dear to your heart is nothing more than a craving in your heart that these carnal desires and actions were true!
It goes without saying that this book oozes with erotic sex appeal, and is filled to the rafters with a smorgasbord of acts that you certainly wouldn’t tell your grandmother about. Bodice-ripping, panty-dropping and glasses-steaming, the scenes contained herein are wickedly naughty!
Although all the saucy characters are flirting with forbidden desires and sometimes taking the naughty fruit they really shouldn’t be, all are consenting adults over the age of 18 and not blood-related. What they are is passionate and eager to explore their carnal desires all day long.
In short, this book is going to get you very, very hot!
© Susan Fleming
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Table Of Contents
Chapter 1: Overprotective Daddy
Chapter 2: Hot Boss For The Hot Summer
Chapter 3: Unprotected Boss
Chapter 1
Overprotective Daddy
Jane
“No, Jane, you can’t go out—not tonight and not ever. I will not trust you and your teenage hormones again. You are going to college in a few months and I am not going to allow anything that might hinder that,” Dad shouted at me while facing the stairs, following me with his eyes as I quickly ran up to go to my room.
He’s at me again. He’s at me as usual. For fuck’s sake, I’m 18! I’m an adult! I’m going to college in a few months and he’s planning to lock me up in my room until the time I leave. What the hell?
I jumped on to my bed and buried my face on my pillow. Ugh. I hate this. I hate him! Every time my friends and I want to go out, he just doesn’t want to allow me. Everything he wants me to do involves education! Maybe he’s even hoping I’ll die in school.
“Ugh!” I yelled in frustration.
I got up and took my laptop to check my Facebook account, and all I have waiting for me are so many messages from my friends asking where I am. They’ve been waiting for hours already. Shit. This is the last party for our batch and I should not miss it. If only Dad understood parties and how it’s not always about drinking.
“Honey?” Mom called me with a knock on my door.
“Yes, Mom? Come in,” I answered.
“So, do you really want to go to that party?” She asked as she approached my bed where I laid down on my tummy.
“Yes, but Dad doesn’t want me to go.” I smirked at mom and continued checking my phone for updates.
“I talked to him already and he said yes,” Mom smiled as she sat down my bed.
“Really?” I was ecstatic. It’s unbelievable that Dad’s going to allow me to party this time. I hugged my Mom so tight she coughed out a laugh, and then I got up to change.
“But, the outfit shouldn’t be too revealing.” Mom reminded me, smiling as she went out of my room. Well, I can get out of the house without revealing too much but I can always change. I giggled as I prepared for the party.
This is me. I’m 18. I’m still a girl but I want to be treated like an adult. I am an adult and I want to act like one. But then, how can I act like an adult when Daddy always makes sure I’m on his chains.
So, there.
We partied hard. Yeah, for like 20 minutes or something.
It was just past ten o’clock when Chloe grabbed me by the arm. We went through the partying crowd in her house as she’s telling me something I can’t make out. She’s the party host and my best friend. Next thing I know, we’re in front of her house with my dad leaning against his car, arms crossed.
“Dad?” I asked. I was already kind of tipsy, but I can still manage to look like I haven’t had anything to drink.
“We have to go home now, Jane. It’s past ten already.” He turned and opened the door of his car, signaling me to get inside.
I just stood there, looking at him thinking how much of a dick he is for not letting his 18-year-old daughter party. I can’t believe him. It’s a graduation party after all. It’s not like I go out every night. It’s not like I have disappointed him. I was an honor student and he doesn’t even want me to have a life. He wants me to be miserably buried by books and work when I grow up, just like him—he barely even has time for Mom.
He signaled me to get in the car again so I just kissed Chloe on the cheeks and said goodbye. I got in the car and we didn’t speak the entire ride home. I immediately went inside my room without a word when we arrived.
“What the fuck? What the hell was that? I was just partying for like two minutes and now I’m back here again, all alone.” Murmuring to myself, I lie on the bed, re
moving my pieces of clothing one by one.
When I was naked, I already felt relaxed and not so angry anymore. I ran to the door and made sure it was locked. I hid under the covers and started to touch myself.
At first I was just touching myself down there. I’ve always done this, since I was a kid. At first, I just did it to relax myself, until I grew up and learned how much it feels good. I’m still a virgin but I masturbate a lot so I’m not really missing a sex life. It keeps me active, I guess, because I don’t really crave a dick. I haven’t found a man worth giving my flower to, so to speak.
Hmm. What kind of a man would I want my first time to be with?
I like older men. I’ve always had huge crushes on celebrities like Brad Pitt and George Clooney because I think they’re so hot. Plus, they look like strong and authoritative men who can take care of a sweet girl like me. I want to be spoiled, I want to be taken care of and I think older men can give me that satisfaction. These types have had many women already so they probably know what to do already. Experts — I would love to fuck that.
Thinking about these men gets my cunt wet and I could feel my sheets getting drenched. I massaged my cunt and spread my legs for a better reach. I slipped my middle finger into my hole and thrusted it as deep as it could get, giving me quivers and warm sensations as it goes in and out my pussy. I reached for my laptop and opened the music app to drown out my soft moans. I bit my lip and continued caressing my creamy cunt. My juice started to flow out as my fingers slipped in and out. I licked my wet fingers, thinking of it as a dick.
I started to sweat under the sheets and it made me want some more finger fucking. My pussy started to tremble, with more juice flowing out. I forced more sweet juices as I thrust harder, now with a second finger inside slipping it faster and faster, wanting to cum hard.
I tensed for a second and pleasure hit me like waves, coming in one after another. I thrust my fingers faster until I came and lied still on the bed. My brain felt numb and I was catching breath, feeling exhausted yet pleasured.
“Oh, fuck.” I lied still for a minute before going to take a shower to clean up. I changed my sheets and went to sleep peacefully, forgetting the annoying happenings earlier.
The next morning…
“What? Dad! I just got out of school and I still haven’t even able to rest. Now you want me for an internship at your firm?” I raised my voice.
We were in the middle of breakfast when the topic came up. I can’t believe Dad has got my summer planned already. I hadn’t even had a chance to think what I wanted to do with my free time, and he has it jammed up already. What. The. Fuck.
“Honey, we talked about this already. This is a great opportunity for you to learn while earning. You are not going to start until next week, right, John?” Mom turned to Dad, as if asking for an approval. As usual, he disappointed us.
“No, I want her to start tomorrow because I already took care of her schedule for that day,” he said, as stiff as ever. My dad never really smiled. He was never a fun person. He always likes to work and deal with things that concern business— nothing else.
“I hate you!” I slammed my hands on the table as I stood up and ran upstairs.
After a minute, Mom walked in on my room and talked to me. As usual. That’s what moms do— convince their kids that what their father wants is the best for them. It’s just that I don’t get convinced. I obey and be a good girl because I don’t want to make my mom sad. If I make her happy by obeying Dad, then I go for it. Even though it usually makes me miserable.
“Honey…” She sat beside me on the bed.
“Yes, Mom. I know. I know that this is the best for me but what about what I want to do for summer? Can’t I rest, at least? I’ll be leaving for college soon and before that I have to work my ass off first? Ugh.” I stood up, walking back and forth in my room, complaining.
“The company where your dad works is the best in the city and you know that. You will learn many things there.” She smiled at me, trying to persuade me with those sparkling eyes.
I sat down and took her hand.
“I don’t care. What I do care about is if it makes you happy, Mom. Will it make you happy?” I looked her in the eye.
“Yes, of course.” She hugged me tight.
“Fine. Case closed. I’ll go tomorrow with Dad.”
Chapter 2
Hot Boss for the Hot Summer
Jane
“Good morning, sir,” a woman in a black pantsuit greeted my dad as he went inside his office. Damn. Their company has expanded this much already. Well, at least I’m not going to waste my time here— I’m determined to learn something.
“Good morning,” Dad stiffly answered. I’ve read about many boss and secretary romances and honestly, Dad’s secretary was hot, like, bombshell hot. She’s a brunette with big boobs, small waist, and her legs are slender, too. Does Dad think she’s sexy? I think she’s sexy. These are one of the few times that it’s a good thing my dad is as stiff as he is. He might not be the most affectionate guy, but he and Mom never had infidelity issues. The thought made me smile as I followed Dad in his office.
“Hannah, Jane is coming with me on the meeting. You can just continue the paperwork we have for today,” Dad told his secretary.
“Yes, sir,” she nodded, turned around and walked away.
“Why are you taking me to the meeting?” I asked Dad as I took a seat on the sofa inside his office.
“Well, you agreed to be an intern. You’ll take down the minutes,” he answered as he was reviewing some papers on his desk. Yeah, I totally had the choice whether or not to agree.
“So you’re going to be my boss?” I raised my eyebrows. What is he planning? Keeping me on a leash all my life or something?
“Yes. Come. It’s going to start in a few minutes.”
I rolled my eyes at him and followed.
There were only a few people inside the boardroom when we entered. Most of them are in their forties and older but I think they have become better with age, like wine. These are gentlemen and I nodded to a few of them.
I wasn’t able to help but become self-conscious over my appearance. My outfit was a tight black mini skirt with a black blazer thrown over my white shirt. The look is formal enough, but with a classy sexiness, and I could say that I dress better than any of the secretaries.
Dad took a seat and I sat on the swivel chair on his left side. After a few minutes, another gentleman in his forties arrived. Dashing. That was what came into my mind as I stared at him with awe.
Carson
As I entered the room, I noticed a young lady sitting beside John. She must be his new secretary. Young. Curvy. Sexy. I like her, immediately taking note to ask for her later. If she’s an intern, asking for her as my secretary is easy. Nobody ever says no to the CEO, so it’s not a problem.
After the meeting, I watched as John sent away his secretary and rushed over to me. As usual, he talked enthusiastically— eager to make friends and be as close as possible to me. However, I am not that guy. Flattery has no effect on me. He should have known this already, after years of being partners. I do not like people who beg for attention. His secretary caught my attention, though… Hmm… Perhaps today is a different day.
“Carson, sir,” he smiled at me.
“Yes, John. Good morning.” I smiled back, and I could tell he liked it. Some men are like dogs, really. The more you deprive them of something, the more they love you when you offer them scraps— the more they will happily kiss your ass.
“I was meaning to talk to you about a case I was handling lately.” Nah, I don’t get pleased with those strategies. This guy can handle everything on his plate. He must have thought that it would flatter me if he asks for my help.
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