Raw Desires:50 Erotica Stories

By the time the day ended, the others had already packed up and left. I stayed behind, deliberately moving slowly, trying to avoid him but just as I thought maybe I could sneak out.

“Maya.” His deep voice stopped me cold.

I froze, turning to see him standing at his office door, one hand tucked casually in his pocket. “Come to my office.”

My pulse jumped. I swallowed hard, forcing my legs to move, I walked across the room, my heels clicking against the floor and knocked softly.

“Come in,” he said, voice like a command.

I pushed the door open and stepped inside.

His office smelled like him, cologne and leather. He sat behind his massive desk, leaning back in his chair, eyes roaming over me like I was prey.

“Lock the door.”

My hand froze on the doorknob. “S-Sir?”

His brow arched. “You heard me.”

I hesitated but my hand moved anyway, turning the lock with a click that echoed in the silence. My heart thudded against my ribs as I turned back to face him.

He gestured to the chair across from him. “Sit.”

I obeyed, lowering myself into the seat, my knees pressed tightly together.

His gaze lingered on my legs before lifting to my face. “You’ve had all night to think about my offer.” He said calmly. “So tell me, Maya. What’s your decision?”

“Hmm, can you give me more time to think?” I asked, my voice trembling.

His eyes hardened. “You better give me an answer now or you can kiss your job goodbye.”

Truth be told, I didn’t have a choice. My throat went dry. “O-Okay… I agree,” I murmured.

The smirk that spread across his face made my stomach twist. He stood up immediately, moving toward me. His hand cupped my breast before I could even react, squeezing it roughly through the thin fabric.

“Fuck,” he groaned, kneading me like he’d been waiting forever. “I couldn’t stop imagining how good your tits would feel in my hands.”

I gasped, trying to cover myself but he wasn’t having it. With one sharp tug, he ripped open my shirt, buttons flying, my bra straining to contain me.

“Sir…” I whispered, panic and heat mixing inside me as I tried to push his hands away, crossing my arms over my chest.

He grabbed my wrists, yanking them down. “You better be a good girl.” His voice was dangerously low.

Then he shoved my bra down, freeing my breasts. He put his mouth on one nipple immediately, sucking hard, his teeth grazing just enough to make me cry out.

“Ahhh…damn,” I moaned, shocked at how good it felt. My body betrayed me, my back arching, pressing more of me into his mouth.

He switched to the other breast, sucking even harder, his tongue swirling around my nipple until it throbbed.

“You like it?” he asked between licks, his breath hot on my skin.

My face burned, my chest rising and falling rapidly. “Mmm… y-yes…”

“Good girl.” He straightened, towering over me, then pointed to the floor. “Kneel.”

My legs moved before my mind caught up. I sank to my knees in front of him, my heart pounding.

He unzipped his trousers and pulled out his cock, it was thick, hard and veiny. My eyes widened, I barely had time to gasp before he shoved it into my mouth.

“Take it,” he growled, grabbing the back of my head.

My lips stretched around him, my throat gagging as he forced himself deeper. He didn’t give me time to adjust, his hips started thrusting fast and hard, his cock sliding in and out of my mouth with wet, sloppy sounds.

“Mmmf—” I choked, my nails digging into his thighs as he fucked my face ruthlessly. Saliva dripped down my chin, tears stung my eyes but he only groaned louder.

“Fuck, that’s it,” he grunted. “Such a tight little mouth, you were made for this, Maya.”

His words made my pussy throb, shame and desire tangling in my gut. I moaned around him, the vibrations making him groan as he shoved even deeper down my throat.

“Look at you,” he sneered, yanking my hair to make me stare up at him while his cock slid between my lips. “You pretend to be innocent but you’re sucking me like a desperate slut.”

I whimpered, my throat felt raw but I couldn’t deny it, I was dripping wet.

He shoved his cock back into my mouth thrusting it faster and deeper. “Damn this feels so good.” He grunted.

Then he pulled his cock out of my mouth with a wet pop, my lips swollen, spit dripping down my chin. My chest rose and fell quickly as I tried to catch my breath.

“Up,” he ordered, his voice rough. “Sit on the desk.”

I stood on shaky legs and climbed up onto the desk, the surface was cool against my thighs as I sat down, my heart racing.

“Spread your legs wide open.”