Oral Sex

Bob Mathews’ polished corporate façade shatters the moment cunning saleswoman Carol Parker strides into his office, her jet-black pantsuit hugging curves that scream fuck me in every stride. While demonstrating her company’s software, her musk—a heady cocktail of arousal and power—drowns his professionalism. A “mistaken” demo slide reveals Carol’s glistening fingers buried in scarlet panties, her flushed breasts heaving…and suddenly, the real pitch begins.

She taunts him with those soaked panties, forcing them into his trembling hands before demanding he wear them—his cock straining obscenely against the silk as she palms his trapped balls. Carol’s dominance ignites filthy hunger: her mouth devours him, rough tongue milking his shaft until he erupts down her throat. But as she grins, his spend glistening on her lips, the game twists again…

Will Bob beg for more of her ruthless control, or does Carol have darker plans for her new client? Click to discover how deep this office corruption goes…

John’s Valentine’s surprise wasn’t roses or champagne—it was Paul’s email, tucked beside my wineglass with a wicked grin. “Your fantasy,” he purred. “Make it real.” One call sealed it: a hotel rendezvous with the silver-fox stranger whose voice alone had me wet and squirming by dessert.

Dressed to unravel him—skimpy skirt, sheer stockings, lace so thin it might as well vanish—I watched Paul’s hungry gaze devour me across the bar. John’s possessive kiss goodbye was all the permission I needed. Paul’s fingers teased higher beneath the table, his whispered offer curling like smoke: “Room 109…if you want me.”

Want him? I ached.

The second the door closed, we were a frenzy of teeth, tongues, and desperate hands. His thick fingers split my soaked thong, his mouth worshiped my pussy until I screamed, and his cock—god, that cock—stretched me open on the bed, then my knees, as I begged him to take my ass rough and deep. He spilled across my trembling skin, marking me as thoroughly as John’s feverish reclaiming later—fucking my throat in the car, my ass at dawn—would prove just how much he’d loved every filthy second.

But that first taste of Paul’s dominance? Unforgettable…and far from the last. Ready to ruin me again, gentlemen?