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Spanked By The Naughty Librarian

Posted on May 1, 2017February 18, 2020 by indieerotica

Dale has the hots for Stephanie, the university’s hot librarian, and purposely returns books past their due date just to get a rise out of her. Tonight is different. Stephanie’s patience with Dale has run out and she decides to take matters into her own hands and teach him a lesson. Pulling him into her office, she lays him over his knee and gives him a spanking he’ll never forget — and Dale soon discovers that he likes a little punishment.

WARNING: This 4,300-word short story contains an explicit spanking and sex scene between a young man and an older woman that will leave you hot and bothered, and is intended for mature adults only.

She sighed with what seemed to be true exasperation. “If you don’t pay your fees, then how are you going to learn your lesson and start returning books on time?” She stuck out her bottom lip in a pout.

“Like I said before — email or text me with what’s due next week and I’ll bring it on Friday. You’ve got my info in my file.” I picked up my backpack and swung it over my shoulder. Our flirty conversation had pretty much died down; I needed to go find a couple books for my psych paper.

“I have another suggestion,” she said.

“Yeah?”

“Follow me,” she said, then turned and walked away from the counter. “Mark, watch the desk for a bit,” she said to her colleague, not waiting for a reply from him.

I quickly darted around the edge of the counter and followed her. I’d never been on this side of the counter, so I didn’t know what lay in the hallway Stephanie was headed toward. I caught up with her; she had her hand on a doorknob and watched me approach. There was a look in her eye that I couldn’t quite read. I had absolutely no idea what was about to happen — was she going to give me a dressing down? Was she going to come up with some sort of bullshit academic plan that focused on returning books on time? Or was my wild university boy libido correct and she truly had the hots for me? Fuck, I wish. It was probably a conversation about responsibility.

She opened the door and pushed it open. “Go on in,” she said.

I entered the room to find a small office with a couple chairs, a desk, and a pile of books and papers. The plaque on the door read, “Stephanie Loewen, Head Librarian.” So this was her private office. As I sat in the chair facing the desk, I did a quick visual scan of the room, looking for photos of a boyfriend or husband — but the only photo I could find was of a St. Bernard dog. Good sign, I thought. If my wildest fantasy would ever come true, it didn’t seem she was tied down with another guy.

She closed the door, but a second click sound caught my attention and I turned to see her locking the door. I couldn’t fight the swelling of my cock — my erection was returning full-force as my horny imagination ran wild. If this was just a conversation, then why was she locking the door?

She crossed the small space to sit in the big leather chair on the opposite side of the desk. She leaned back and crossed her legs, her skirt riding high on her thigh.

“We need to do something about your bad habit of returning books late,” she said. The playful flirty tone to her voice was gone — what was left sounded stern and strict. That didn’t kill my hard-on, though, as it only seemed to intensify the naughty librarian fantasy I had of her.

“Maybe I need a stern talking-to,” I said, slipping back into the flirty mode we had going on back at the counter.

Stephanie shook her head. “You need something a little more ... impactful,” she said.

I cocked my head, confused about where this was actually going. “Huh?”

She rolled her chair back several inches and sat up straight, uncrossing her legs. She patted her thigh. “Come here,” she said.

I blinked several times. What the fuck? Was my wildest fantasy coming true? “Uh...” was all I could manage to say. I was in shock over the sudden turn of events from fantasy to reality.

“Come here!” she snapped at me.

My eyes widened — maybe this wasn’t the fantasy I’d hoped for. But there was no mistaking the authority in her voice, so I stood up and came around her desk. I started to sit down in her lap.

“No,” she said. “You’re not sitting in my lap — you’re getting a good, solid spanking. Bend over my lap.”

My heart raced with a resurgence of lust. Fuck yes! Fantasy come true! She was going to give me a little paddling on my ass and then for sure we’d end up making out or something. I couldn’t stop grinning as I bent over her lap, ass-up.

She pulled my sweats and briefs down to mid thigh, the cool air of the office caressing my ass and my dick hanging free, resting against her skirt. Oh my fucking God — I was in sex heaven! I couldn’t believe the turn in my luck! Months of flirting and teasing and finally this is happening!

Whap!

Cougar On Patrol

Posted on May 1, 2017February 18, 2020 by indieerotica

Rachel is in her forties and stuck in a dead-end job as a night security guard, and the only thing that brings her pleasure is the memory of a hot one night stand she had with a young guy a month ago. Alone at work and horny, she takes her pleasure into her own hands … until she realizes she’s not actually alone. Peter, the cute young guy who often works late, is working extra-late today — and when she watches him on the security feed, she can tell he’s just as turned on tonight as she is … and taking his pleasure into his own hands as well. Taking the biggest risk of her life, she decides to go and help, and initiate a chain of seduction that might get her fired, but which most definitely will be unforgettable.

WARNING: This 4,200-word short story contains an explicit sex scene between a young man and a MILF that will leave you hot and bothered, and it intended for mature adults only.

On the phone’s screen, the jock pulled the MILF to her feet and then bent her over a kitchen counter. He fingered her while kissing the back of her neck, dominating her, turning her into a quivering mass of moans and screams.

Rachel pushed her fingers into her pussy, trying to match the tempo and depth of what she saw on the screen. Her folds parted at her touch and she pushed on into her vagina. Sweat beaded on her brow and rolled down, soaking into her collar. She pinched her nipple so hard she knew they’d be sore for days, and she pushed deeper into her pussy, stabbing her fingers in and out, fucking herself.

Her pussy was sopping wet, covering her hands in her juices, and still she wanted it deeper and harder. Her attention wandered from the video and back to the young man who had seduced her weeks ago, how he had fucked her remorselessly, how he had owned her cunt. She tossed her head back and closed her eyes, thinking more of that day, yearning for it to happen again soon.

The audio coming from her phone changed, so she opened her eyes and looked down at it. Now, the fucking was beginning. The jock eased his cock into the MILF’s pussy until it was halfway in, then he slammed his hips against hers. She let out a lustful yelp and reached behind her to play with his balls as he did it again.

Fuck, I need it bad. Rachel decided to go back to the pub tomorrow night, see if that guy was there again — or if there were any other young guys who were looking for a hot piece of mature ass. Cougars and MILFs are in, I think. I’m prime real estate.

An unexpected movement on one of the security camera feeds caught her eye. She slammed her feet down on the floor and shimmied her pants up and closed them. God-fucking-damn-it! The one time I’m not alone in the building is the one time I do this! She shut off her phone and shoved it back in her pocket.

Strip Searched By The Cops

Posted on April 28, 2017February 18, 2020 by indieerotica

Donovan never would have imagined that for his eighteenth birthday, he’d be getting strip searched by the cops. Nevertheless, after he’s pulled over for joyriding, the dominant female officer and her hulk of a partner proceed to teach Donovan a lesson he’ll never forget. The only thing is, getting Donovan naked is just the start of what these older officers have in mind…and Donovan is soon taking orders he can’t resist.

WARNING: This 4,400-word short story contains an explicit menage sex scene between a hot young man, a hunky older man, and a seductive older woman that will get you hot and bothered, and is intended for mature adults only.

“Do you have any other drugs on you, sir?” she asked, all business now.

“No, ma’am.” I had bought myself one birthday joint. After testing what my new baby could do on the road, I was planning to swing past my buddy’s place and share it with him.

She looked at me like she didn’t believe me. “Hands on the car, sir, feet spread apart.”

“I don’t have anything else!”

Her hand touched her weapon. “Hands on the car.”

I turned around and put my hands on my car. She stepped up behind me and nudged my feet apart with one of her heavy-duty boots.

With boots like that, maybe she’s a lesbian. Why else would she come down so hard on me on my birthday?

Her firm hands patted down my shoulders, arms, back, chest, ass, groin...groin...she kept patting my groin and feeling up my hard cock, I’m sure of it...and then down my legs. I heard her boots scuff against the asphalt as she backed up a few steps.

“Miller, I need you out here,” she said into the crackle of her radio. “We need to do a strip search for contraband.”

I whipped around. “Strip search?”

She gripped her gun. “Hands on the car!”

I did as she demanded. My heart raced, my palms and forehead were slick with sweat, and I had nervous quivers in my stomach. Why was I being searched? And what was she feeling up my cock so much for?

A dirty thought passed through my mind—totally the wrong place and time for it—but what if her partner was another sexy MILF and they were on the prowl for a young man like me? But then I saw Miller and that idea died. Miller was a hairy, muscular man, about the same age as Thompson. He got out of the cop car and swaggered over to us.

There was something sexy about the way his hips moved—what the fuck? I don’t like guys! I looked at the car, focusing on my reflection instead of anything else.

“You can turn around, sir,” a very deep voice said, sending a shiver through my core. This Miller meant business and I was in no position to screw with him.

I turned around and got a better look at Miller as he stood beside Thompson. He had a day or two of scruff on his face, clear green eyes, a strong jaw, and muscles that bulged against his shirt. He pulled on a latex glove, snapping it against his wrist.

“Take off your shirt,” he said.

Cougar In Heat

Posted on April 28, 2017February 18, 2020 by indieerotica

Jesse is on a ski trip with his buddies and having a blast — even more so because his friend’s mom, Melissa, came along to “take care” of the guys. Melissa is a smoking hot MILF and she’s clearly flirting with Jesse, especially with how she “accidentally” let her breasts fall out of her shirt in front of him. But no matter how much Jesse wants her, he can’t act on his desires because a guy doesn’t sleep with his buddy’s mom. When Jesse takes some time to relax in the resort sauna, he’s a little surprised … then incredibly turned on when Melissa joins him, quickly shedding her towel.

WARNING: This 4,000-word short story contains an explicit sex scene between a young man and a MILF that will get you hot and bothered, and is intended for mature adults only.

Jesse put his hand at his side again and looked around the sauna. He needed something to distract himself, to take his mind off Melissa and her breasts, and the way her nipples had been so hard and pointed and how he wanted to take them in his mouth and lick them and nibble them and then slide his hand down—

“Fuck!” he said and jumped to his feet. He had to think of something else. If he had learned that one of his buddies wanted to fuck his mom, he’d probably kill the guy. If Ryan ever found out about these erotic fantasies Jesse was having, then he knew their friendship would be over — and he might get slugged in the process.

Jesse paced around the sauna, his hard cock sticking straight out in front of him. He tried to focus on other things, the darkness of the room, the heat on his skin, the scorching wood against the soles of his feet ... it was starting to work, his cock was slowly deflating. He approached the pit at the center of the room — it was a traditional sauna, with hot stones and water to pour over them. He ladled out some water and poured it over the stones. It hissed and immediately filled the room with steam.

He sighed and sat back on his towel, satisfied that he’d managed to get his mind off Melissa. He thought, instead, of the next day and the slopes he wanted to accomplish — if he could manage to get the diamond slopes down pat, and he’d managed it decently today with no major crashes, then he could probably attempt a double diamond before their holiday was over.

The door clicked as someone opened it, pulling him from his thoughts. With all the steam in the room and the dim lighting, he couldn’t make out if it was one of his buddies or not, though neither Ryan nor Simon had expressed any interest in joining him for a steam.

Jesse grunted a hello, but the guy didn’t respond, so he just closed his eyes again and leaned his head back against the wall. He felt the flutter of a towel against his leg. The sauna is empty and this douchebag has to sit right next to me? Jesse opened his eyes, trying to figure out how to politely make the guy move over six inches.

His eyes nearly bugged out when he saw who was next to him.

“M — Melissa?” he said, barely stuttering out her name. What the fuck was she doing in here? He suddenly realized he was buck-ass naked with his cock flopping about, so he quickly folded the towel over his lap.

“Hi, Jesse,” she said, sweetly. She was wrapped in a large towel from mid-breast down to high on her thighs. Her hair was tied behind her head in a loose bun and sweat was already beading and rolling down from her forehead, making wet paths to the cleft between her tits.

Parking Lot Hook-Up

Posted on April 28, 2017February 18, 2020 by indieerotica

Jay is an older man who likes his twinks—he takes them home and pounds them hard. But Chris, the cutie he’s been chatting up online, wants something a little more dangerous. Chris is into public sex and exhibitionism and talks Jay into having a hook-up in Jay’s car in the local park. Things get hot really quick, but the risk of getting discovered only adds to the thrill, especially when they’re almost caught.

WARNING: This 3.000-word short story contains an explicit oral sex scene between a younger man and an older man that will get you hot and bothered, and is intended for mature adults only.

Someone appeared on the path ahead. They were short—probably 5’5”, dark-haired, cute...yeah, Jay was sure after a few tense heartbeats this was wildandfree from the hookup site who he’d been chatting with for the last week. The young man walked with a sway in his hips, so slender, and he had a naughty smile on his face as he searched around and locked on Jay’s lone car in the parking lot. He headed straight for him, and Jay’s heart hammered some more.

It took a few deep breaths, but Jay calmed himself just in time as this dream-come-true opened the passenger door and sunk into the seat.

“Hey, I’m Chris,” he said, low, seductive. He grinned, blushing, and Jay caught the scent of his shampoo and hair products—it was sweet and fragrant, taking the edge off Jay’s nerves as arousal swept through him. There was definitely desire in this boy’s eyes.

Chris. Jay loved the name, making this experience suddenly feel so much more personal. He put his hand on the young man’s thigh possessively. He loved how it felt so warm, soft under his touch. It was surreal to have it here now. “God, you’re hotter than I imagined. Fuck.” An erection stiffened against Jay’s tight jeans, forcing him to shift awkwardly in his seat.

Chris bit his lip. “What do you want to do with me, daddy?”

The word set off a cascade inside Jay. He loved dad/son play, especially with the bottoms he often took home with him. He forgot all about the parking lot, slipping his hand higher on Chris’s thigh, touching his crotch, where his hand met a firm bulge. He squeezed repeatedly, fixing Chris with lusty eyes. He really wanted to take this young man home and dominate him, give him a wild night, but all talk of that during their online chatting had led to so-so interest. No, Chris really wanted to suck him off where he might get caught, where the thrill would be heightened. If Jay wanted to really score with this young guy, he had to give him exactly what he wanted.

“Daddy wants to make you suck his meat, boy,” Jay grated.

Chris moaned, his eyes seeming to glaze. He licked his lips. “Right here? What if we get caught?”

“Fuck it. I want you to suck me now, out in the open. No one will know.”

Seduced By My Professor

Posted on April 28, 2017February 18, 2020 by indieerotica

Kevin has been lusting for Professor Cameron since the first day of anatomy class. With her large bosom, slim waist, and her commanding personality, Kevin would do anything for her. When he struggles with the subject matter and goes to her for some help, he’s soon drawn into a very personal and private exploration of anatomy…and things quickly heat up as he responds to his professor’s demands.

WARNING: This 4,100-word short story contains an explicit sex scene between a younger man and his MILF professor that will get you hot and bothered, and is intended for mature adults only.

Kevin reached out and knocked on the door.

“Come in,” Professor Cameron called. Her honey voice, with just a bit of a husky edge, always went straight to his groin. He nudged the door open so she could see him. She leaned back in her chair, her short skirt riding up her crossed legs. “Ah, Kevin, nice to see you. What can I do for you?”

“I’m having a little trouble with yesterday’s assignment. I was hoping to get a little help,” he said. He tried not to stare at her milky thigh. She pointed at the only other chair in her cramped office and he sat down opposite her.

She looked at him over her thick-rimmed glasses. Kevin couldn’t quash the fantasy that she looked like a naughty librarian, especially with those glasses, that skirt, and the tight white blouse she wore that barely contained her large breasts.

“That’s what I’m here for, Kevin.” She bit her lower lip. “I’d love to help you with anything you need.”

Is she coming on to me? No...fuck...why would she want a stupid first year student like me? Fantasies of Professor Cameron had fuelled many masturbation sessions over the past few weeks; and every time she so much as looked in his direction, his first thought was always that she was hitting on him.

But his runaway imagination didn’t explain why she squeezed her arms together just slightly, pushing her chest out. Her heavy, melon-sized tits strained at the fabric, the buttons holding her blouse closed nearly snapping off.

Kevin watched the gap at the center of her blouse—there was no sign of a bra underneath. He swallowed hard and cleared his throat, then forced himself to look up, to make eye contact.

“I’m glad you came in, Kevin. Your last quiz didn’t go so well, and it was basic anatomy.” She uncrossed her legs and parted them slightly, her dark skirt rising just a little higher. The skin of her inner thighs was smooth and shiny, drawing his eye up toward her crotch.

“Yeah, I just—I just don’t seem to get it that easily,” he said, voice cracking a couple times. It was difficult enough to concentrate on the subject matter when he was in Professor Cameron’s classroom, along with a hundred other people. But in the warm, cramped space of Cameron’s tiny office, concentration was just damn near impossible. Professor Cameron was like a wet dream come true. God knows how many times he’d jacked off to fantasies of her.

“What area are you struggling with right now?” she asked.

Kevin couldn’t stop the blush that heated his cheeks. He looked down at the papers clutched in his hand and then up at her again. “Um, the, uh...sex organs.” He put his papers down on the desk, to show her the diagram of a cross-section of the female reproductive system. “I’m, uh...unfamiliar with it and I’m struggling with memorizing it.”

Forced Entry

Posted on April 28, 2017February 18, 2020 by indieerotica

Dylan is down on his luck and resorting to petty theft to make ends meet. But when he breaks into the house of a gay dom, he gets a surprise he never saw coming. Nick, the dom, is furious with Dylan’s attempt to rob him of his valuables and is determined to teach this young man a lesson and discipline him for his mistakes. But when Dylan gets strapped to a table and Nick breaks out the floggers, Dylan is no longer scared, he’s turned on.

WARNING: This 6,400-word short story contains an explicit BDSM sex scene between two men that will get you hot and bothered, and is intended for mature adults only.

“Fucking hell!” a deep, masculine voice from down on the first floor shouted.

Adrenaline coursed through my veins — I had to get out of there, and quick! But if the guy was downstairs, I was stuck here on the second floor. I bolted from the bedroom; it wasn’t the greatest place to hide. There were only two other doors in the hallway. The open one was obviously the bathroom, so I went through the other door. I carefully closed it behind me and tiptoed through the darkness. I couldn’t turn on the light — it would be visible in the crack under the door. I realized I still had the dildo in my hand, so I quickly shoved it in my backpack.

I bumped into something and a noise like jostling chains punched through the silence. I grabbed whatever it was — and it felt like pieces of leather suspended by chains — and stilled it. I continued across the room until I reached the window on the other side.

I heard footsteps stomp up the staircase. I had no more than a few seconds to open the window and escape. I threw the blind aside, unlocked the window, and struggled to lift it. It was stuck — it was fucking stuck. The footsteps had reached this floor and they receded for a moment as they went into the bedroom.

I still struggled with the window and — finally! — the pane slid upward an inch. I repositioned my arms and shoved upward, hoping to get it higher, but it wasn’t moving.

The door behind me opened.

“Who the fuck are you?” that voice, so masculine and deep that it stirred something in my loins, shouted. The light flicked on in the room.

I spun around and found a tall, muscular man in his thirties with the angriest expression on his face. I searched the room for anything to use as for self-defence — and it was right then and there that I realized what kind of room I’d run into. A leather sling hung on chains from the ceiling, various locks and chains and benches were organized around the room, and a series of floggers, paddles, and whips hung in an orderly fashion on one wall. I’d run into some sort of BDSM playroom. My gaze jumped frantically from item to item, imagining the pain they would inflict — and what it might mean for what happened next. And I tried to ignore the fact that my cock had suddenly grown stiff again.

Forced In Public

Posted on April 28, 2017February 18, 2020 by indieerotica

When Kyle gets horny in the middle of a long flight from Canada to Australia—while stuck sitting between two hot, straight men—he can do nothing except try to hide his erection and focus on the vacation ahead of him. But then the straight guy next to him pulls out a gay magazine. With almost all the passengers fast asleep, Kyle decides to go for it and flirt with the straight guy—something timid, shy Kyle would never normally do, but maybe if the guy was interested, they could do something when they landed in Sydney. The straight guy can’t wait that long. He grabs Kyle and forces him to suck him off in the middle of the flight. The guy seated on the other side of Kyle, who had been fast asleep, wakes to the sounds of a blowjob—and suddenly Kyle, a man who never takes risks, is joining the Mile High Club.

WARNING: This 4,200-word short story contains an explicit oral sex scene between a young man and two older men that will get you hot and bothered, and is intended for mature adults only.

The guy went back to reading his magazine, ignoring me. He flipped the page and I glanced out the corner of my eye to find a new provocative shot of the muscular model — now the guy was in the changing room at the gym, putting on his socks, bending over so that his ass was sticking up straight at the reader.

I wondered if this guy’s ass looked as amazing as the model’s. Fuck, I had to stop thinking like that. I needed to get my mind off of this guy and back onto more wholesome things. I could have dirty thoughts as soon as I got off the plane and away from him. I could jack off in my hotel room for the whole vacation if I wanted, but right now I had to get my mind out of the gutter.

I forced myself to think, instead, of the Sydney Opera House and of the Harbour Bridge — the two tourist trap sites I was most looking forward to. And, of course, Bondi Beach. I had plans of laying in the sun for hours, soaking up the rays in my brand new Speedo. I bought some new sunglasses to help me hide the fact that I’d be checking out the asses of all the guys that walked past me in their own skimpy swimwear.

And then my mind turned to the guy next to me, as I wondered how he’d look on the beach. I bet his bulge would really fill out his skimpy spandex shorts and his ass would have a nice curve to it. I’d lower my sunglasses seductively and catch his eye and then look toward a stand of bushes we could romp around behind. He’d grab his bulge and—

Holy fuck, I was horny. I needed to stop this. I looked down at my crotch and found two distressing things — first, my bulge had grown incredibly noticeable, standing almost perpendicular to my body, and second, while imagining my seatmate on the beach, I’d absentmindedly been stroking my crotch.

I felt my cheeks burn with embarrassment, even though it seemed the hot guy next to me hadn’t noticed. I crossed my arms, trying to keep them away from my crotch. But then I realized that just allowed my bulge to stand out prominently. I quickly folded my hands and lay them in my lap, doing my best to cover the mountain between my legs.

The guy next to me still hadn’t seem to have noticed — thank God — but this was getting increasingly uncomfortable, almost to the point where I wanted to call an attendant and ask to switch seats. I didn’t think I’d be able to last several more hours in this seat. I needed to either move away from him or just jack off in the washroom — but I was still too terrified to do something like that.

A sudden movement from my neighbor caught my eye and I heard the rustle of his magazine. I watched him out of the corner of my eyes — he still seemed to be enraptured by the article in front of him. The pic of the guy bending over while putting on his socks was still in front of him. I bit my lip and held back a moan — I was so fucking horny right now.

And then I heard his magazine rustle again, but he hadn’t flipped the pages or anything. I turned to look at him, to get a better look — his right hand was holding the magazine, but his left hand had disappeared between the magazine and the wall of the plane. Was he ... was he jacking off?

I lifted my gaze to look at his eyes and found that he was looking at me, not his magazine, and that look of disgust was gone. Instead, there was a look of desire. My heart raced in my chest, thumping against my ribs. I felt my mouth go dry as I opened it, trying to form some words, something to say to him. His eyes never left me and it felt impossible to come up with a coherent sentence as long as he looked at me with such heat.

He folded his magazine and tucked it into the seat pocket in front of him. His fly was open and his cock, long and hard, stood upright and his balls dangled against his jeans. His dick was wide and had a thick ring of foreskin bunched around the purplish head. A bead of precum formed at the slit and I licked my lips, imagining the sweet taste of it.

Forced To Take It

Posted on April 28, 2017February 18, 2020 by indieerotica

Christian is horny and lonely in a largely-heterosexual Texas town. He goes to the bar every Friday night and takes a risk by hitting on hot guys—sometimes he goes home with someone, but the night usually ends in disappointment. Tonight, he’s feeling extra-desperate and decides to hit on Randall, a straight and very intimidating rancher. Christian thinks the night is over when Randall rejects him, but when Christian goes out for a smoke, Randall corners him and backs him into the alley…brutally giving him the very thing he’s been searching for.

WARNING: This 4,200-word short story contains an explicit sex scene between a young man and a burly rancher that will get you hot and bothered, and is intended for mature adults only.

Randall. I shuddered as the powerful masculinity of his voice — no longer hushed to keep quiet from bar patrons — washed over me. I turned around to find him standing there, taller than me, giving me a stern glare.

“I see you’ve changed your mind,” I said, stepping closer to him. I smiled.

He grabbed a fistful of my shirt. “Not quite,” he said, his voice suddenly going cold.

For the first time, I felt fear. Had I so horribly misread him and earned myself a beating? People get killed for this. I tried to struggle to get away from him, but he just pulled me closer. I could smell the alcohol on his breath as he brought me within an inch of his face.

“You want my cock in your dirty fag-hole?”

I blinked several times, trying to determine if I misheard that. No ... he said exactly what I thought he’d said ... and though it was said with anger, I’m sure I heard some lust in there, too. “Uh...” I said, completely at a loss for words, my jaw hanging open.

“That’s right, open your mouth wide, cocksucker. You’re gonna need to get wider than that.”

My ability to think continued to diminish as all my energy flowed to my cock, aching and throbbing. He grabbed my hand and put it on his crotch — oh, fuck, he was huge. I think he saw the excitement in my eyes because he hauled me toward the alleyway beside the bar.

“My apartment is that way,” I finally managed to say, pointing in the opposite direction. I tripped over some trash as he pulled me along, but his grip on my shirt kept me upright.

“I don’t care,” he grunted. In the alley, he dragged me along to the back, where it crossed with another alley and he hauled me around the corner. From here, we couldn’t see any of the surrounding streets — making me wonder if he’d hauled other guys here before. “On your knees, bitch,” he ordered, shoving me to the ground.

Forbidden Touch

Posted on April 28, 2017February 18, 2020 by indieerotica

Anna has always been turned on by her boss, Michael, a grizzled man twice her age, but has always restrained her desires because she has a boyfriend. Michael wants her just as bad, but has always held back for the simple fact that he’s her boss. But one cold and snowy day, Anna and Michael are trapped at work with the lights off and the fire roaring—and that’s when Anna finds out her boyfriend has been cheating on her. Seeking comfort sex, Anna attempts to seduce her boss, eager to finally get nailed on the coffee bar like she’s wanted for so long. The only thing standing in her way is Michael and his code of ethics, and whether or not he will finally give the forbidden allure of animal lust.

WARNING: This 4,400-word short story contains an explicit sex scene between a young woman and her older male boss that will get you hot and bothered, and is intended for mature adults only.

My phone buzzed in my pocket and I pulled it out, thankful for the distraction from Michael’s presence. It was a text and photo from Serena, my sister.

I’m sorry, but you need to see this, said the text. Below it was a photo of Dylan ... with another woman. They were necking in a car, parked on some quiet road.

“That bastard!” I said.

“What?” Michael asked.

I shut off my phone and shoved it in my pocket. “Nothing. Don’t worry about it.”

I was furious with Dylan, but more furious with myself for not seeing the signs of a cheater before now. I should have known this might happen — after all, he left his ex because he was cheating with me. Once a cheater, always a cheater.

I should be upset, I should be crying ... but, no, I was angry. I was furious. I wanted revenge. If Dylan could have a little action on the side, then so could I.

I only needed to find a suitable man, someone to fuck me good and hard and give me what I really needed, give me something that Dylan and his pencil-dick couldn’t possibly do.

Michael shifted beside me and I was suddenly aware of his presence — his closeness — again. He wanted to fuck me, I knew he did — and I’ve had a burning need to get fucked by him. It’s just never been appropriate for either of us to follow through with it ... until now.

I needed to get fucked good and hard, right here, right now. I couldn’t wait for this storm to be over and we could go to one of our houses. No, I needed it here and now, in the café.

The only challenge would be to get Michael past his morals.