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Preview: Slave to the Boss, #3 (Rough play, exhibitionism, humiliation, crowd watching)

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She’s young, fun, and…up for anything.

Angelie loves having her tight young body spread open by her boss’s new clients. But this time, what her boss is asking is more intimidating, more humiliating, and more exposing than ever before. This client wants to be watched…by all her coworkers, who remain fully clothed while she gets used hard and filled up unprotected.

Can she handle it? Or has her boss finally gone too far?


I’d been at my new job only a week, but already I had been spread open and fucked hard by my boss against the huge floor-to-ceiling conference room window, by a potential client on the conference table and in front of the window, and in the following days by several other potential clients Peter had hoped to tempt into signing with his firm. (As far as I knew, it seemed to work.)
I loved the feeling of my pussy being stretched wide by strangers’ cocks, being rammed into hard and rough, brought to orgasm by new cocks, then filled or sprayed with these men’s come. I loved that Peter, my boss, was in control of my body, not me. It gave me such a thrill to allow myself to be used for his benefit.
Though I got plenty out of the deal too. I was no longer going to bars in the evenings, hoping to entice men back to my apartment; now I was getting as much sex as I wanted during the work day. And getting paid for it to boot. I couldn’t have been happier. And somehow, in only a few days on the job, this work had started to feel normal to me.
Yet still I was unprepared for the surprise Peter had in store for me one week in. It was a Wednesday, a day like any other. When I arrived in the morning, I went straight to Peter’s office, and Peter looked me up and down, as he did each morning, deciding whether my outfit would work to arouse the client he was meeting with that day. Each day he’d approved of my outfit, but that day he just frowned at me.
“Do you have anything else with you to change into?” he asked, looking me up and down.
“No,” I said in surprise. “Is there a problem?”
Peter came out from behind his desk and approached me. He ran his hands over the fabric of my shirt, turned me around to examine me from the back, pulled my skirt up to see the panties I had on and my shirt collar down to see my bra.
“This won’t do,” he decided. “This won’t do at all.”
“I’m sorry,” I said, shocked. I thought I looked nice and professional, which is usually what he wanted. “What can I do to make this right?” I wondered briefly if he would fire me, but surely this particular position wasn’t as easy to fill as, say, an actual assistant position? Then I remembered how many places I’d applied before getting offered this job. There were bound to be other young women out there just as desperate for a job as I’d been. And just as horny, just as slutty, just as willing. …
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Preview: Slave to the Boss, #2 (Rough play, exhibitionism, fertile, CMNF, dominant man)


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She’ll do whatever it takes to please her new boss.

The firm is trying to land new clients—and Angelie is the bait. Though she’s still sore from her boss using her hard the night before, she’s happy to bend over and take it from her boss’s potential client too, a strong, sexy man who makes her hot and wet right away. It’s the middle of the work day and who knows how many people could see her through the wide-open window, but being exposed and humiliated is all part of the fun.


Remembering the feel of the glass window pressed up against my breasts as my new boss’s cock plunged in and out of me, I took a deep breath and entered the revolving door into the office building.

The lobby wasn’t nearly as busy as it had been when I’d arrived the previous evening to see Peter, but a few people were milling about. I shot them nervous glances, as though they could possibly know what I was here to do.

But of course, there was no way they knew. Even if they’d caught a glimpse of me fucking my new boss the night before, naked body on display against the window for all to see, there was no way they could tell from so far away that it was me.

Now that I thought about it, in fact, the idea that someone in this lobby might’ve seen me having sex gave me a secret thrill. My pussy pulsed as I made my way toward the elevators. A security guard glanced at me. Had he seen? A woman getting off the elevator brushed past me. Had she seen? A couple of businessmen looked up as I walked by, their conversation about stock prices not slowing. Had they watched me together from the street as they’d left the office the day before, tired after a long day’s work but ready to stick around once they’d realized what was going on?

The elevator chimed its arrival, and I stepped on, alone. The doors shut again and I was enclosed in this steel box with mirrors on every side. I could see myself in the pristine reflection going on for twenty or thirty Angelies before I disappeared into infinity. With one finger, I reached over and put a thumbprint on one mirrored wall where my pussy was, then two fingerprints over my breasts, and smiled.

It took such a long time to get all the way up to the floor Millman Enterprises was on, the thirty-third. I’d worn a skirt today, expecting that Peter might want easy access to my body, and now I reached up under the skirt, pushed my thong aside, and felt my warm opening. I was already wet. Just the thought of yesterday had started up my engine, and the idea of what might be still to come today kept it going.

Just as I began to push a finger inside of myself, the elevator chimed. I quickly pulled my finger back and smoothed my skirt with the dry hand as the doors opened and a man in his thirties with wavy light brown hair entered. He wore a perfectly tailored suit and was stunningly attractive, and between that and the way he carried himself, I thought he looked wealthy and important. He gave me a sly smile, and I wondered if he smelled sex. But I just smiled back.…


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Preview: Slave to the Boss, #1 (Rough play, exhibitionism, fertile, CMNF, dominant older man)


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Throbbing, I had to resist the urge to spread my legs in hopes of him reaching his hand between them. “So what exactly does this job entail?” I asked.

“We’ll get to that,” he said. “For now, I need to know that you understand how to take orders.”

By day, she looks for work. By night, she looks for hot men to stretch her wide and pump into her—preferably while pressed bare against the floor-to-ceiling window in her apartment. Angelie loves being watched, being used, and being spread open.

But Angelie’s world changes when she gets an unusual job offer. The position is unclear, but the boss, a sexy married man twice her age, makes her wet and hot. What exactly does this man want from her? Is the job for real, or does the boss just want to strip her bare and use her hard?

One thing is certain: Angelie is going to find out, no matter what it takes—or who might see her exposed young body being manhandled.

This is a hardcore 7,400-word short intended only for ages 18 and up.


I was twenty-one and had just graduated from college when I realized that real life was rough.

Sex, on the other hand, was easy. It was my only escape some days from the drudgery of daily life, and so I sought it out regularly. From as many guys as possible. As many ways, as many positions, as many fetishes. I wanted to experience it all.

“What are you thinking about?” the guy pumping into my tight pussy asked one night. I think his name was Sean.

I looked up at him. The soft light of my bedroom outlined his body, and I loved the contours of his muscles, just visible in the dark.

Embarrassed, I admitted, “I was thinking that I wish I could do this for a living.”

“Do what, fuck?” he asked, laughing at me.

“Yeah,” I said, totally serious, then turned coy. “I mean, I’m good at it, right?”

“Sure you are,” he groaned, thrusting deeper still. My thighs were pinned down by his own, larger thighs, my body dwarfed by his mass. It felt good to be taken roughly and made to feel so small next to this muscular beast.

He thought it was just sexy talk, but I meant it. If I could get paid to fuck, I wouldn’t be out there every day, handing out my resume at random office buildings around town, taking on temp work in interchangeable white-walled buildings for interchangeable tall, white men. Getting paid about half what I really needed to live well, and that only if I really hustled.

I hated the hustle. I felt like I was selling out every single time I walked into an office and asked the receptionist to speak to the hiring manager. Inevitably, he or she would tell me the manager was busy. I’d learned a few tricks to get around this, but most of the time I still ended up leaving my resume at the front desk and hoping the manager would call.

Sure, I could’ve submitted applications online, but I was hungry. I needed a real job and I knew the best way to get one was to make personal connections. I needed to look managers in the eye, smile at them, get them to really see me and listen to me. Make myself memorable.

And it wouldn’t hurt if they happened to catch a glance at my cleavage as I leaned over to hand them my resume. The middle-aged men who usually did the hiring at these downtown offices in tall glass towers usually responded well to that. They’d been married too long and craved someone new. Or maybe they were married to their jobs and just took what they could get.

Like I did. I would’ve happily fucked any of them who asked, if it meant I got the job. I didn’t care. I wanted it that badly. And okay, my pussy ached constantly to get used, so it’s not like it would’ve been all sacrifice. …


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Tied Down and Taken Hard, #3 (Bondage, MFM, fertile, cheating husband, forbidden, CMNF)

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May loves getting tied up and used hard by her twin’s husband, Joe, but this time it seems they’re going to get caught for sure. She’s still restrained, exposed, and dripping in his home office when Amy comes home. If Joe can’t keep his wife distracted, they’ll both be out on the street.

But May can’t untie herself. She’s going to need help…maybe from a sexy neighbor who wouldn’t mind dominating her naked body first, while he stays clothed. It’s so wrong and so risky, but there’s just no pulling out until May’s been filled up and glazed by both men.

Warning! This short story contains explicit, rough MFM threesome sex, and contains language and imagery that some readers may find offensive.


My twin sister’s husband had just pulled his cock out of my tight hole as we heard her call out in the still house, “Joe? May? Are you here?”

My heart was pounding. I thought, This is it.

Amy was about to catch me fucking her husband.

I pulled at the ropes tying me to Joe’s office chair once again, though I knew already that they wouldn’t budge. My breasts bounced as I struggled, but nothing gave.

When we’d heard Amy’s voice, Joe had quickly tucked his softening cock back inside his pants and zipped up. Now he jumped toward the door, racing out to meet Amy in the front hallway before she could wander back to Joe’s home office to find us.

Because if she’d walked in on us, all would be lost.

Normally I would’ve been able to deny it. If I’d just been naked, I could’ve said, “Oh, I was just changing clothes.” After all, I’d been sleeping in Joe’s office since moving in with Amy and Joe at the beginning of the week. Whether my twin, who knew my “lying” face like it was her own — because it was — would believe me was a different story, but the point was I could try.

But this…There was no explaining away the position I was currently in. Joe had tied me down to his office chair with rope, completely naked, my knees pulled up so that my pussy was open and exposed, the first thing you’d see when you walked into the room. Worse yet, my pussy was dripping with Joe’s cum, stretched out and obviously used. He’d also wrapped the rope over my neck, securing me tightly to the chair, my hands tied behind me.

There was no explaining this. There was no way to pretend this was all a misunderstanding.

Out in the hall, I heard Joe greet his wife, only a hint of anxiety in his voice. “Amy! You’re home early.”

“No, I’m not,” she said, sounding confused, and I struggled against the rope again, testing it for weakness. Again, it was pointless — after all, I’d been tied here for the past eight hours already while Amy had been at work. Clearly Joe was an expert with the rope, given that he knew how to tie it tight enough that I couldn’t get free, but not so tight that it would hurt me.

I wondered briefly who he’d learned to do that with. Obviously not his wife.

“What’s going on?” my sister’s voice asked. “You look flushed.”


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Tied Down and Taken Hard, #2 (Bondage, fertile, cheating husband, forbidden, CMNF)

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She’s desperate to get dominated again.

It’s been days since May was tied up naked and in a compromising position by a forbidden man — her twin’s husband — and she’s craving more. But Amy’s keeping close tabs on May while she’s unemployed and under her roof, and Amy’s husband is scared of getting caught cheating.

If she wants to get used hard, May will have to be very, very good, not letting her eyes stray from the want ads while Joe takes control of her body. But if she breaks his rules, he’ll take it all away in an instant. He’ll keep her tied to his office chair all day if he has to, withholding pleasure and refusing to fill her up, unprotected the way she craves.

This 4,900-word short is for adults only! It contains explicit, rough oral and penetrative BDSM sex.


It was hard not to think about Joe’s firm cock inside of me while I strained against the rope he’d used to tie me down to the bed. In the days after I let my twin sister’s husband dominate and fuck me, it was practically all I could think about.

I remembered the way he’d teased me, keeping me there tied up with my pussy open and exposed to him, but refusing to touch me like I wanted. How he’d left me for hours in that position while he ignored me and worked at his computer, taking breaks every so often to slap my breasts or force-feed me his cock…before that glorious moment when he’d finally pushed inside of me and fucked me hard.

I remembered how I’d moaned around the ball gag, arched my back to push him deeper into my unprotected pussy, pulled on the rope and found that it wouldn’t give.

I wanted nothing more than to have that experience again, and from the moment Joe exploded his hot cum inside of me, I knew I would do whatever it took to get it.

Unfortunately, my sister was hounding me about getting a job, and I knew I couldn’t stay in Joe’s office on the pullout couch forever. During the day, I went out, dropping off resumes and speaking with hiring managers. In the evening, I had dinner with Amy and Joe as though nothing had happened. At night, I slept on the bed where I’d so recently been held captive, and I touched myself frantically thinking about the experience, reliving it in my mind.

After a few days, I couldn’t take it anymore. I’d started sleeping naked in hopes that Joe would catch me and be so turned on he’d want to overpower me and take me again, but after that first day he ignored me, coming into the office in the morning and starting work without even bothering to wake me up.

I didn’t know what he was thinking. I didn’t know whether he felt guilty for cheating, but I was determined to make it happen again.

“Hi Joe,” I said one morning, stretching as he came into the room while I lay in bed, my eyes just starting to adjust to the light. I saw him glance at my stretching body, taking in my long, bare leg that poked out from under the covers, my breasts pressing up against the fabric in mounds.

“Hi, May,” he said, and sat down at the computer with his back to me. “Going out job searching?”

If my sister didn’t ask me in detail about how I’d spent each day, I would’ve delayed a couple of hours and tried to work my way into Joe’s pants again, but I knew she’d call me lazy if I told her I didn’t leave the house until 10 or 11 in the morning. And she could always tell when I was lying.

I hesitated, then got out of bed like I did each morning and stood naked in Joe’s office. But this time, instead of rooting around in my suitcase for something to wear, I went to stand beside Joe, so close he couldn’t ignore me, so close that I could feel the heat coming off his body.


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Preview: Tied Down and Taken Hard, #1 (Bondage, fertile, cheating husband, forbidden, CMNF)

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She needs to be used.
May’s husband never knew how to play rough with her, so she left him to find someone who will. Turns out, that person may be closer than she thinks….She moves in with Amy, the one person who looks just like her but couldn’t be more different. But Amy’s husband is not too happy about having his home office used as May’s sleeping quarters.

May is distracting, and she can’t even pay rent. So he offers a deal: He’ll force her to be quiet and still by tying her up to the bed, spread open and naked with a gag in her mouth, and dominate her however he wants when he takes breaks from working. It seems like the perfect arrangement: May will get used hard like she’s always wanted, and Joe will get to take a woman who looks like his wife in ways Amy would never allow — and then fill her up unprotected.

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I left my husband last week, but I’m not all that broken up about it. He never knew how to fuck me right anyway.

Oh, I know, sex is not the most important thing in marriage. But when you’ve spent the last seven years getting fucked by someone so timid you can hardly tell he’s inside of you, it starts to take on added importance.

By the end, I was dreaming of getting fucked hard. I was dreaming of getting tied down and having a hard cock shoved into my tight, juicy cunt, being forced to suck and fuck like some kind of sex slave. And it just got to be too much — I knew I had to go out and find what I needed.

But first, I had to leave my husband and take up temporary residence with my twin sister.

Little did I know that in that very first step, I would find exactly what I was looking for.

“So what are you going to do?” Amy asked me the day I arrived, leaning back against her immaculate kitchen counter. Although we were identical twins, our personalities were nothing alike. I was impulsive, while she thought everything through in excruciating detail. I loved to have fun, while she preferred planning for the future. I’d always let my true colors fly, while she wanted to present a positive face to the world. We didn’t see each other often because every time we did, we seemed to end up in some stupid argument. Now, though, I wasn’t sure where else to turn.

“I don’t know what I’m going to do,” I said, frustrated already. “I only just left. That’s why I’m here — I need time to just think and make a plan.”

“May, this is serious. Are you looking for jobs?” she persisted. “Are you trained in any sort of professional skills?”

I rolled my eyes and sighed. “Again,” I said, trying to stay patient, “I’m just at the very beginning of thinking about all of this. It’s only been half a day.” The part I didn’t say was that I’d been thinking about sex more than — that in the hours since I’d left Rob, I’d thought about getting a job exactly zero times, and thought about finding the first new man to cram my cunt full of his hard cock almost endlessly.

You could tell just by looking that Amy and I were polar opposites. We both had the same DD-cup breasts, the same thin waist and curvy hips, the same round ass, but what we chose to do with those features was very different.

Amy wore button-up shirts seven days a week that hid her breasts under loose fabric and left not even a hint of cleavage on view at the top. I preferred tank tops or scoop-neck tees that were tight enough to show off every bit of my curves. She wore jeans or long skirts, while I chose skirts that ended at mid-thigh and high heels to elongate my legs further.

I knew what we had, and I was proud of it. Why my identical twin thought so differently about our assets was a mystery to me.

But I knew that Amy didn’t approve of my choices — everything from the way I dressed myself to the fact that I’d spent the last seven years as an unemployed housewife, to the fact that I’d left Rob over sexual incompatibility.


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