His Love: A Forbidden Boss Romance
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Mia
Mia is a sassy girl who wants to join the high school football team. But will she survive the steamy tryouts the men demand?
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How can this be happening? How did I go from threatening a Title IX lawsuit to this?
The men can’t be serious. They can’t really expect me to make my body available to them as part of tryouts, can they? Yet, Trace, Troy, George, Howard and Frank look at me with gleams in their eyes. They do expect it, and they’re not ashamed of asking.
On the other hand, feeling ashamed is the last thing I should be worried about. After all, their actions must be criminal right? How can these football players expect me to say yes to their dirty offer? They should be hauled off to jail right about now, and I have half a mind to report them to the NCAA, the NBA, and the US Football Association, not to mention the Ridgewood High PTA. They’ll truly be in a bucket of shit then, and it’ll be their own doing.
Yet, I have to admit that I’m titillated because these men are absolutely gorgeous. Take Trace for example. He’s clearly the leader of this group, and he exudes charisma. He’s got thick, charcoal-colored hair that’s currently still slightly damp. His features are bold and masculine with a Roman nose, a high, proud brow, and sensually sculpted lips. But it’s his body that has me panting for more because right now, all five men are draped only in towels, and I can see the utter perfection of their chiseled physiques.
They all have broad shoulders, strong, wide chests, and six packs that make my mouth go dry. Not only that, but tattoos circle their powerful arms, and Trace especially has an arrow of dark hair starting at his navel that leads down to the hem of his towel. It’s like a signpost directing me exactly where to go.
“You can’t be serious,” I say in a shocked whisper. “You want me to provide relaxation that way?”
Howard looks at me with amused eyes. He’s blond like a Viking with powerful shoulders and the look of a linebacker. Will he be as big down there, where it counts?
“Yes,” he says casually. “That’s exactly what we mean. And in fact, I’ll get us started, if you’re amenable.”
With that, he whips off his towel revealing Thor’s hammer. Holy shit, it’s every bit as big as I expected. The huge club descends all the way to his knee, and is thick like a soda can at the base. I can’t possibly take that, can I?
“Yes you can,” Trace says with a smile. “You absolutely can, Mia.”
To my shock, suddenly I realize that all five men have dropped their towels, and that I’m surrounded by acres and acres of delectable male flesh. My eyes rove from one to another, taking in miles of bronzed skin, hard muscle, as well as huge, powerful poles. Oh my god, they’re all enormous. Each one of them is at least ten inches, which means that I’d be taking fifty inches total. Can I handle it?
“Is this really the tryouts?” I ask in a trembling voice. But then my hand claps over my mouth. I can’t seriously be entertaining their dirty proposition, can I?
Howard merely smiles again, reaching forward to fist his club a little. It’s already growing hard and as I watch with wide eyes, it grows and grows like a magical snake, until it’s stiff and pointing right at me.
“This is the tryouts,” he confirms with a tinge of amusement in his voice. “Well, at least stage one.”
“Stage one?” I squeal. “There’s more after this?”
“There’s more,” confirms George. “Tryouts for the football team are very competitive, Mia. All of us had to survive rounds of cuts, and we can’t go easy just for you.”
I stare at them, almost unable to breathe. I’m literally surrounded by a ring of nude, God-like men, whose poles are stiff and beginning to drip with male seed.
“Wait a minute,” I say. “Are there other women going through tryouts too? Am I competing against anyone?”
Trace throws his head back and laughs, revealing perfectly white teeth.
“Of course not,” he says. “There are no other women, but we just want to make sure you’re aware of the rules. Taking us today, right now, doesn’t automatically guarantee our sponsorship. We need to test you multiple ways, Mia, to make sure you’re a fit for the team. It’s natural,” he says.
I open my mouth to protest. There’s no way in hell that I’m going to allow myself to pull a train and service these five, gorgeous men. But instead, the words that come out from my lips surprise even me.
“So when do we start?” I ask.
The answering growls from the men are my answer, and my body flares as they draw close.
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To be continued …
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Sneak Peek: My Best Friend’s Husband
Jenny is my dead wife’s best friend, but what happens when my wife comes back from the grave?
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She’s curvy and gorgeous, and it drives me insane. Jenny has always been beautiful, but recently she’s put on some weight and it makes her curves even more luscious and tempting. At the moment, she’s riding my face and wailing long, low and loud as I tongue her sweet slit.
“Oh Stoooone,” she cries out. “Yes, right there!”
With a grin, I know I’ve hit it. I suckle her clit into my mouth and then bite on it gently, which causes her honey to drip even harder.
“Yes, Stone,” she gasps. “Oh god, yes.”
“Come in my mouth,” I rasp. “I want to drink every drop of this sweet female nectar.”
She throws her head back in another wail and then lets go. Contractions rush through her pussy, making her jerk and spasm, and a torrid gush of femininity flows into my mouth. I gulp and swallow feverishly, desperate to drink it all.
After all, Jenny and I are out in the open about our relationship now. After Margaret’s funeral, we went to see a lawyer who explained our options. There weren’t many and the choices that existed weren’t pretty.
“You can’t divorce someone who’s missing because there’s no one to serve,” the lawyer explained.
I squinted.
“What do you mean, serve? As in a tennis serve?”
He shook his head, fiddling with the page of a document.
“No, legal papers need to be delivered to the intended recipient according to certain methods. For example, if I were evicting a tenant, there are only a few ways of notifying the lessee. I would have to nail a notice to their door, send notice via registered mail, or use a service to personally serve the person I was trying to evict. Or a combination of those three methods. Every jurisdiction is different, and it’s important that you follow the requirements to a “T.””
“So what does that mean?” I ask slowly. “Who would I notify about my divorce? How would I go about it when my wife’s missing?”
The lawyer sighed.
“That’s it exactly. There isn’t really a way for proper service when Margaret’s missing and presumed dead, but not legally dead.”
I blink hard. He can’t be serious.
“Can’t I serve Margaret by leaving the papers in her old bedroom? Or by leaving them at her mother’s place? I’m not looking for assets. She can have everything. I’m just looking to move on with my life.”
He shook his head regretfully.
“I’m sorry, but no. I understand your predicament because of the terrible turn of events. But until your wife declared legally dead by the State of Maine, there’s no way for you to actually divorce her.”
I stare at him, Jenny’s small hand held tightly in my own.
“You can’t be serious. What if I want to get married again? What if I want to date?”
The lawyer’s eyes shoot to our clasped hands, and he nods regretfully.
“You can date, that’s no problem. There’s nothing against the law when it comes to dating. But with respect to marriage, you’ll have to wait until your wife has been declared dead in absentia,
which generally takes seven years. Only then, will you be free to divorce Margaret, and free to marry someone else too. There’s no way to jump the gun because bigamy is illegal here in Maine. I suppose you could petition the State legislature to change the code, but it’s highly unlikely that you’ll get anywhere.”
I stare at him.
“This is crazy. I’m stuck being married to a woman who’s missing for another seven years? How is that fair? How is that just?”
The lawyer merely shakes his head regretfully again.
“You’ll have to talk to the legislature. I’m so sorry Mr. Harrison, but there’s no such thing as “fair” or “just” when it comes to matters of the heart, nor the law for that matter. Seven years is what you’ll have to wait. Well, actually the clock starts ticking from when the missing person is first declared missing, so you may only have to wait six years from this date.”
I was stunned. The rest of the appointment passed in a blur, and I barely even heard what was said. When Jenny and I left his office, she turned to me with wide eyes.
“You have to be married to Margaret for six more years?” she whispered. “How are we going to manage that? This sounds so wrong. Am I dating a married man? I never thought I’d be the other woman.”
My shoulders slumped as I opened the car door for her.
“I don’t know, Jenny, but yes, it kind of sounds like it. Right now, I don’t see a way out of this, except to let the clock run its course. Do you have any ideas? I’m not sure we have choices right now. I feel like we’re in a barren desert with only one way forward that’s extremely painful and long.”
She stared straight ahead as I shut her door and walked to the other side.
“Still, it just doesn’t seem fair,” she said in a low, broken voice. “How did we get into this predicament?”
I got into the car, and dropped my forehead against the steering wheel in despair.
“I don’t know, and I would never wish this situation on someone else. I just have to say that I hope you’ll stay with me on this journey as we wait, honey. It’s frustrating because there’s nothing we can do but wait, but again, I’m not sure we have another choice.”
Jenny bit her lip as she put on her seatbelt. I could tell she was thinking, and my heart pulsed with sudden fear. If Jenny wanted to leave me, I wouldn’t blame her. After all, our circumstances were so bizarre. A missing wife who also happens to be her best friend? A divorce thwarted by a disappearance? It was like out of a movie. Besides, why would Jenny stay when she could find any number of eligible men to take my place?
But I underestimated the beautiful blonde because stay she did. Our passion was strong enough to withstand that assault, and it’s been strong enough to last years now. We clung together, and miracle of miracles, our love grew even more powerful because of the challenges we faced.
It wasn’t easy at first. We came out about our relationship slowly, and expected a lot of blowback. Jenny was nervous about going to the grocery store or the park for fear that people would talk. But to our surprise, the town accepted our relationship with grace. I guess they sensed that we were between a rock and a hard place, with no good choices. As a result, nobody said anything when Jenny and I began to hold hands in public, and when she moved into the Big House, it felt right.
As a result, I feel extraordinarily lucky to have found this woman. She stuck with me even when I had nothing but uncertainty to offer her, and it’s been six years now. Six glorious, heavenly years with this beautiful, lush woman at my side, day in and day out. I press a kiss to her pussy to show her how much I appreciate her, making her giggle and shriek.
“Oh Stone, you’re too good to me,” she mewls.
I merely pull her to the edge of the bed and press another open-mouthed kiss to her clit.
“Not too good,” I growl. “Because it’s getting dirty now.”
Jenny knows exactly what I want. She pulls her knees up almost all the way to her ears, baring her sweet slit to me. But it’s not just that sweet slit that I want – it’s her brownie too. She smiles as me wickedly, her enormous breasts smushed beneath her legs.
“Do it,” she breathes. “I know you want both my holes. You can have them, Stone.”
I growl, my eyes blazing and lean forward to slide myself into that sweet, tight pussy. Shit, she’s sopping and her personal lube covers me immediately. I do a couple strokes as sucking sounds ring out in the bedroom and then pull myself out and line myself up at her bottom hole.
“Yes,” she breathes, that rusty star winking and blinking a bit. “In there, Stone.”
With that, I nudge against the dark orifice. It’s tight, and I can’t get my head squeezed in at first, so Jenny closes her eyes and takes a few big breaths.
“Try again,” she whispers. “I’m more relaxed now.”
Slowly, I increase the pressure against her darkness again and with a popping sound, it happens. My head burrows its way into her back channel, and then with a deep slide, I manage to get all ten inches up into her butt.
“Fuuuuck,” I grunt. “You’re such a butt slut, you know that? Taking Daddy’s dick in your bottom in one stroke.”
She’s pinned tight to the mattress, her eyes wide open with the taboo sensation.
“Oh Daddy,” she cries out. “Yes, it’s forbidden, but I love having Daddy’s dick in my bottom.”
With that, I do a few strokes, and then pull out wetly before burying myself in her pussy once more.
“But you know what, baby girl? I love rotating holes with you. I love how you make every orifice in this sweet body available to me, and I intend to use them all.”
With that, I pound heavily into her pussy before switching to her bottom again, and then switching back once more. The sensation is astonishing as both holes grip me tightly, and with one last powerful thrust, I let go.
“Fuuuuck!” Hot sperm jets into her anus, as Jenny soars over the cliff as well. Her legs stiffen and toes point, and then both her pussy and ass begin contracting convulsively.
“Unnh, Stone! Oh god! It feels so good. SO GOOD.”
She lets out a loud scream then, clamping and twitching with pleasure as I dump a giant load of spunk into her back channel. Then like a dirty girl, Jenny does something incredible. Once I’ve pulled out, she clambers up and peers at the wet spot of mixed sperm and pussy fluids on the coverlet, before bending her head to taste it.
“Yes,” she says in a sweet voice, lapping the moist pool. “It’s so good.”
I merely catch my breath, trying not to show my shock. Jenny is so dirty, and I love it all.
“You’re a taboo, filthy little girl, you know that?”
She laps at the wet spot some more before looking up at me with a coy expression.
“I know, but guess what?”
I’m still trying to catch my breath, but shit, my dick is getting hard just watching bent over like that.
“What?”
She smiles like a cat.
“Well, you’re going to have to share my holes going forward. At least one of them, that is, because I’m expecting, Stone. I’m going to have your baby, and he or she is going to come out of my tight twat, so you won’t be able to get up there for a while.”
I gasp. Jenny’s dirty talk is sometimes over the top, but right now is not the time to comment.
“Are you serious, honey? Are you really pregnant?”
She giggles.
“Well, yes. Didn’t you notice the weight gain? I’ve put on about twenty pounds.”
I shake my head, my eyes running over those luscious hills and valleys.
“I did notice, but I didn’t realize it was because of pregnancy. You look amazing, sweetheart. In fact, I wish you’d stay pregnant forever because you’re so ripe and fertile like this.”
She throws her head back and laughs.
“I can’t stay pregnant forever. The baby has to come out some time!”
I press my lips to hers in a rapturous kiss.
She inhales deeply, her big breasts rising, and I’m afraid she’s going to say no. But then the blonde smiles sweetly and nods.
“I’d love that, Stone,” she murmurs. “Nothing would make me happier.”
I laugh.
“I’m not sure you’ll be so amenable when you hear how many kids I want.”
She looks at me innocently.
“Didn’t you just say four or five?”
I wink at her.
“Yes, but if you’re okay with more, then I’d like to try for eight or nine. There’s nothing more gorgeous than the image of you, curvy and heavy while filled with my child, Jenny. I’d love to keep you that way.”
She’s just about to say something sassy when suddenly, there’s the snick of a key in the front door, and we hear the unmistakable squeak as the wooden slab swings open. Immediately, my senses go on high alert. Holy shit. There’s a burglar in Jericho, and we’re being burgled at this very moment. He must not have seen the bedroom lights in back, and in a flash, I’m up and out of bed, charging to the front of the cabin with a baseball bat in hand. What I’m going to do, I’m not sure. I’m stark naked, and my body’s still high on love and lust, but no man is going to threaten my woman if I can help it.
I charge into the living room, brandishing the bat. Jenny follows me, the sheet clasped to her curvy form with wide, frightened blue eyes following in my wake. But then we both skid to a halt, our mouths dropping open. Because who stands there but my long-lost wife Margaret, looking calm and put-together with not a feather out of place.
“Margaret?” I manage in a choked voice. “Is that you?”
She smiles.
“Sure is, cowboy. Aren’t you going to say, “Welcome Home?” Or are you otherwise engaged?” she asks with a cocked eyebrow at the flushed and sensuous Jenny trembling behind me.