Broken Rules, Wet Sheets: A compilation of short erotic stories

Resignation Sex II

Dave's smile widened.

He pulled her up from the chair, gentle but firm. The sound of her heels was the only sound heard in the office space. He led her to his office, and the door clicked shut. The lock turned.

The room smelled of leather and scotch; the city lights twinkled through the windows.

Dave turned to Clara; his hands moved slowly to her waist, tracing her pant lines with his fingers.

Grip.

He pulled her close, her scent filling his nostrils. His lips brushed her neck. Soft at first. Then a nip.

“Ahh!” She gasped, her fingers gripping his shirt.

He kissed her jaw slowly, and his tongue flicked out. Tasted her skin—chocolate and jasmine. His hands slid up her back, and he unzipped the skirt inch by inch. The fabrics whispered down her legs. Pooled at her feet.

Clara stepped out. In just her blouse and panties—black lace. Dave stopped; he stepped back slowly and looked her over. His eyes lingered on her thighs, soft and plump under the lace.

"Beautiful," he murmured.

Clara's cheeks warmed. She unbuttoned her blouse, slowly. One pop at a time, exposing more skin.

Her bra cupped her breasts; nipples hardened under his gaze.

She could feel him peering deep into her skin. Dave watched every move with ragged intensity; his cock stirred in his pants.

His bulge grew.

She shrugged the blouse off slowly, her shoulders bare. Dave couldn’t keep his hands to himself any longer; he reached out. His thumb circled a nipple through the lace.

She arched. "Oh…" A small moan escaped.

Dave pulled her to the couch. The leather felt cool against her skin; he spread her legs widely, kneeling in between her legs. He placed his hands on her knees, balancing himself on the floor.

Clara’s panties were damp already. He hooked his fingers in the waistband. Tugged it down, inch by inch.

Clara shuddered.

Her sex hair was trimmed neat, and her pussy lips were pink and slick. He breathed warm air over her.

“Owe, Dave!” She shivered. Her toes curled in her heels.

His mouth hovered, close. Extremely close. Then his tongue touched.

“Slush,” a light lick along the slit. She bucked.

Her hands glued to his hair, he licked again. Slower.

Tasting her wetness—salty sweet. Circling her clit in tiny flicks.

Her breaths came short, hips rolling rhythmically. He sucked gently, pulling the nub in. His teeth grazed her skin gently.

A surge of pleasures built in Clara, coiling tight in her belly.

Clara whispered his name again.

“Dave, please.” Her legs trembled; she wanted more, and he understood. He slid a finger in her wet walls; her pussy clenched.

Dave began to pump slowly in and out; he added a second finger, stretching her.

Clara’s pussy queefed loudly, making the sound that her mouth dares not to. He placed his thumb on her clit, rubbing in circles.

She panted, her body tensed. Her waves crashed, and her cum gushed on his hand. He licked up every liquid, smacking his lips as he relished the taste of her cum. This sight did nothing but arouse Clara more.

No wonder women were always at his beck and call.

Dave stood up, wiping his mouth. He unbuckled his belt, the metal clinking like the sound of a bell.

His pants dropped to the floor, revealing his thick, hard, and veiny cock, about 9 inches long. His head, shiny with pre-cum.

Clara swallowed hard. Hungry. She grabbed his cock softly, her hands wrapped around his hot skin. She began to stroke his rod. Up and down. Slow.

“Hmm, yes!” He groaned, his hips jerking involuntarily as waves built in him.

Dave pushed her back on the couch and placed her legs over his shoulders. The scent of her sex hit him, driving him nuts as he nudged her entrance. Wet and ready. He pushed in slowly, inch by inch. Filling her.

Tight heat gripped him. “Daveeee” She moaned loudly, her voice echoing in the office space. She dug her nails into his arms.

“Deeper,” she pleaded. He paused.

Then he buried deep into her cunt; his balls slapped hard against her ass.

He spanked her.

“Take it in, slut!” He gritted his teeth.

“Yes boss, yes!!" Clara moaned, pinning her legs to his back, gaining him more entrance.

Then Dave thrust fast and deep into her cunt, moving up and down and hitting every corner of her walls.

“Yes, bosssss," Clara drawled, saliva dripping from her mouth, and she shut her eyes in ecstasy. Dave pulled out almost all, then slid back with full force.

“Hmm, yes!" Clara cried out,

Sweat beaded on his forehead; they dropped effortlessly on her chest. She licked it off his neck.

Salty.

He lay on her completely; his mouth found her left nipple as he nibbled on it while ramming her cunt. His pace quickened. Her pussy fluttered.

“Drip for me, whore!” He grunted.

His hands gripped her hips. Their skins slapped against each other as wet sounds filled the room.

Clara chased her second orgasm; her tits bounced with each push. He moved to the right nipple and sucked hard. Bit light.

“Yes! I’m your slut; fuck me harder." She cried out. Convulsing beneath him again. Her walls milked him. Tight squeezes. His thrust became erratic.

“Fuck you.” Cane groaned low, shooting his seeds right inside her in hot spurts. Filling her.

His cum leaked out as he slowed.

They breathed heavily. He stayed still for a while before he pulled out. His cum dripped on her thighs and on the leather.

Clara lay there, body limp. Sated.

Being used by her boss in this way didn’t really feel bad; it felt good, and she enjoyed every bit of it.