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Office Sluts 21 - When The Alpha's Away

As we stepped through the gaping doorway into Amber’s living room, I stifled a gasp. Besides my wife, I think Amber is the sexiest creature on earth. My lust for her long predates the fateful day when our sex lives merged and started down the long road that led us to here. But as Amber sat back on her huge sofa, I couldn’t think of a time she had ever looked better.Her feet and legs shone in the black patent boots she wore. With one leg crossed over the other, her heel bobbed like a weapon in front of her, like the twitching tail of some jungle cat stalking its prey. The boots stopped at her knees, leaving a long expanse of her firm thighs visible. The hot pants she wore shone as brightly and blackly as her boots, the latex hugging her hips and leaving nothing to the imagination as she shifted in her seat. And like Jamie, her torso was encased in a tightly-laced corset. Amber’s was as black as night, spreading out from her constricted waist to the vast swell of her epic cleavage. Amber was extraordinarily well-endowed anyway, and the corset made her breasts look absolutely enormous. The dark depths of her cleavage called to me between the high walls of soft flesh that surrounded it, and my cock throbbed inside Jamie’s panties as I imagined burying my face in there. Amber smiled, basking in my obvious desire as she tossed her hair, tied back in a sleek ponytail, over her shoulder.“Look at you two,” Amber smirked. There was a familiar glow in her warm brown eyes as she looked us over, first Jamie, then me. “This is going to be so much fun. Now, get over here and great me properly.”Amber’s rules are as firm as they are arbitrary. And I know them all. They’re engraved on my heart from long sessions at her meager mercy, in the office or at our home. Melissa released my hands, and I dropped to my knees at Amber’s feet. She looked like a goddess, and worshiping her seemed only natural. I pressed my lips to the toe of her boot, passionately kissing her foot in an act of genuine adoration while Melissa howled with laughter. In a flash, my wife was beside me. I imagined that I could feel the raw heat rising from Jamie’s body as she groveled at Amber’s feet, lapping at her boots just as I did. Amazing what this woman had reduced us both to. But she held the key to our pleasure. To us, she was a goddess, some dark priestess of sex and ecstasy. Amber leaned back on her sofa, allowing herself to enjoy our worship for a moment.“Go get the stuff, Melissa,” Amber finally said.

Office Sluts 20 - Cleaning Up

There was a knock at the door.“Come in,” Amber said, barely raising her voice above its normal speaking volume. The door swung open, carrying a temporary swell of voices from the rest of the office into Amber’s still sanctuary. Melissa stepped inside, and her breath caught in a kind of strangled chuckle as she took in the sight before her. “Close the door,” Amber said, her voice steady. The door clicked shut behind Melissa as she stepped further into Amber’s office.“What do you think of my boot boy?” Now, with the door closed again, Amber was grinning. I could hear the smile in her voice. As Melissa chuckled, I tried not to look at her while my cheeks glowed. I don’t honestly know how it’s even possible that I’m still capable of blushing, but it never seems to go away. On the scale of humiliations I had suffered, kneeling at the side of Amber’s desk in nothing but my panties and worshiping her boots should barely even rate. But my heart still burned at the sound of feminine laughter.“He’s very submissive, isn’t he?” My cock throbbed as Melissa spoke. There was a predatory growl in her voice that made me both afraid and aroused. Melissa was as dominant a woman as I had ever met, even compared to Amber. Male submission was her favorite thing. And submission doesn’t get much more obvious than this.“I prefer to think of him as well-trained,” Amber said. “Don’t stop,” she said in an aside to me, and I ran my tongue along the shaft of her boot with renewed diligence. Listening to the women’s conversation had distracted me for a moment, and Amber hadn’t failed to notice. “He knows when I wear boots that it’s his duty to keep them clean. I want him to see his face in them.”“He seems to be enjoying it.” Melissa stepped forward. She was wearing a plain black dress and matching high heels, her hair falling in dark black strands over her bare shoulders. As far as I knew, no dress code had been enforced on her, the way it had for me and my wife. But I’ve noticed that women tend to adapt to one another’s styles in the office. Amber rarely wore pants, and Jamie was forbidden from doing so. Melissa wisely took her cues from her boss. And Royce liked his girls to look good.“Of course he enjoys it,” Amber snorted. “He gets to touch me. And if he does a really good job, he sometimes gets rewarded. Don’t you, slut?”“Yes Amber,” I said, punctuating my words with a loud kiss on her foot that echoed in the closed office. Basking in my submission, Amber beamed. My position was utterly humiliating, of course. But I couldn’t deny that there were worse places to be than by Amber’s side. Melissa, I was sure, had noticed the tightly constrained bulge in the front of my green panties that showed my arousal.“Do you ever…you know?” Melissa asked. I watched from the corner of my eye as she made her way to the low sofa against the back wall of Amber’s office and took a seat, carefully plucking at the hem of her dress as she sat. Melissa had great legs, and she liked to show them off. In an office with Jamie and Amber, I reflected, even an exotic beauty like Melissa had to work to compete. And they were all competing, in their way. But not over me.“What?” Melissa asked. “Fuck him?”“Yeah,” Melissa giggled. “Just…when I’ve dominated guys before, it was still a sex thing. They were boyfriends, and this stuff was all foreplay. It’s hot, but…you know.”“Well, I have my husband,” Amber explained. “If this little slut was half the man that Royce is, he wouldn’t be in the position he is now. "

Office Sluts 19 - Another Day at the Office

“Dress code check,” Amber said. The familiar twin dimples formed on either side of her devilish smile, and her molten brown eyes sparkled. Amber was a woman who knew exactly what she wanted and felt no shame about it, no matter how irregular it might be. “Take it all off,” she ordered. Royce chuckled quietly as I reached for the buttons of my shirt. This particular humiliating ritual was not uncommon in our office lately. The panties I wore that day were a bright green, almost a neon, and as I pulled my pants down to expose them, both Amber and Royce laughed out loud. These were the rules, rigidly enforced. My wife was forbidden from wearing panties, by order of Royce. I could wear nothing else, by order of Amber. My heart throbbed as I kicked my pants aside and stood before the alpha couple, feminized and ashamed. The lacy cloth of the panties stretched and strained against the erection that struggled inside them. Amber could be relied upon to have that effect on me.“That’s a good boy,” Amber chuckled. “Look at you, trying to get hard. I bet you wish this was your cock I was sucking, don’t you?”“Yes, Amber,” I moaned. In spite of it all, I did. These things aren’t easy to admit. But Amber’s sexual hold on me was irresistible. I couldn’t number the nights I’d lain awake, imagining just such a thing. Impossible, I knew. Oral sex was common between me and Amber, but she was invariably on the receiving end. Even that, just the thought of it, made my cock twitch and dance in my panties. And seeing her on her knees, the curves of her body from behind like a cello, was making my mouth water.“Well, that’s never going to happen,” she smirked. Royce laughed again, and she turned her face back to her husband. His cock looked almost angry in her hand, like a weapon. A weapon she knew exactly how to use. I watched, my hands trembling at my sides, as she extended her tongue and slowly ran it along Royce’s long, thick member. Her husband grunted happily as the sensations flared in his body. He had my wife available to him, any time he wanted an enthusiastic and diligent blowjob. But like any man, Royce liked variety. And I got the sense that both he and Amber enjoyed reminding me that he wasn’t limited in his choice of women. Jamie, Melissa, Amber - three beautiful, sexy, dominant women, and any one of them would drop to her knees at a word from him. Like a sultan in a harem, Royce could take his pick, and I was little more than a humble eunuch.Royce’s big hands gripped the chromed arms of Amber’s chair. His nostrils were flared as he sucked in air and exhaled it in great snorts like a bull. My own cock ached in my panties. But I knew better than to touch myself. Amber’s punishments could be terrible, to say nothing of Melissa’s. Amber raised her mouth from her husband’s cock, just for a moment.“Get over here, slut,” she ordered.

Office Sluts 18 - Ridden and Ruined

“Ok,” Melissa said with a bright little smile. “You can cum now, slut.” But my roar of triumph turned to a wail of despair as she took her hand away, leaving my cock lurching in the empty air. My erection throbbed and swayed, blindly seeking some contact with something, anything. But Melissa’s chains held me in place. While my cock pulsed and throbbed and my stomach flipped, a thin bead of cum appeared at the end of my cock and slid slowly down my shaft. My balls boiled, but the orgasm that had been so tantalizingly close slipped away from me, like a sneeze that won’t come, and I growled and snarled like a wild animal while Melissa cackled smugly.“Poor little slut boy,” she giggled. ‘Don’t you know orgasms are for girls?” I shuddered as she ran her finger along the hot shaft of my cock, scooping up the trail of cum that glistened there. It was my fourth ruined orgasm of the night. Melissa’s control was incredible. But I was too horny and frustrated to appreciate her skills. She forbade me to cum under threat of torture, until she had finished her mocking countdown. But every time, she lifted her hand away at the critical moment, and all I could manage was a feeble dribble of fluid and a pale and disappointing release that did nothing to calm the raging lust in my body. Though perhaps, if I had had a clearer head at the time, I would have seen the upside. The things she was doing to me, as painful as they were, would have been a lot worse if I hadn’t been so hopelessly turned on.Melissa rose up on her knees. Her black leather dress was bunched up around her hips, and I let out a long sigh of disappointment as I saw her pussy shining between her legs. I’d give anything to have her simply fuck me. But the sadistic young woman was having far too much fun toying with me. Her fingers shone with the trace of my cum as she crawled up the bed towards me, and I knew what was coming.“Open up.” Her free hand gripped my throat, holding me in place. I didn’t try to resist. My fourth feeble, frustrated load, and Melissa had made me eat every one of them. It was the duty of an inferior male to eat his rejected seed, she said. And I was very much an inferior male. She didn’t need to specify who I was so inferior in comparison to. It went without saying. Royce would never allow a woman to treat him like this, and no woman would ever try.Melissa put her fingers in my mouth, and I licked my cum off them. The watery fluid all but vanished inside my mouth, and I swallowed more out of habit than necessity. Melissa had all kinds of devilish means of getting me to do what she said. I didn’t need any more pain. I swallowed my pride right along with my cum as her pretty face smiled down at me.“That’s a good slut,” she purred. “Now, mistress needs to cum. But you better not even think about letting yourself go, or I’ll fry those little balls of yours until you never cum again. Who gets to cum?”“You, Miss Melissa,” I panted. “Only Miss Melissa gets to cum.”

Thanksgiving

"“I’ve decided.” I woke to Sophie’s words. It was the day after Thanksgiving, at her father’s house. It had taken me forever to get to sleep. My cock raged and throbbed at the memory of all that had happened, the taste of her orgasm lingering in my mouth. But my hands were tied tightly to the headboard behind me, and my struggles were useless. The first light had begun to streak the sky outside by the time I was finally able to doze off, and my sleep was fractured by wild and whirling dreams. I blinked my bleary eyes in the light as Sophie stepped into the bedroom.“What?” I murmured. Licking my dry lips reawakened her taste, and my cock lurched back into life as I watched her approach. “I’ve decided,” Sophie said, “what I’m going to do with you.” She was wearing a soft dressing gown, and I noticed that it was missing its belt. Looking up at my bound hands, I found what I had expected to. She had used it like a rope to tie me down. Sophie’s blue eyes sparkled as I glanced towards the bedroom door that she had left open.“They’ve gone shopping,” she said, in answer to my unspoken question. “What do you mean, what you’re going to do with me?” The defiance in my voice was perhaps unwise given my situation. But my brain was still foggy with sleep. If Sophie noticed, she gave no sign of it. Instead, she simply smiled. Opening her robe, she cast it to the floor.She looked amazing. Black silk lingerie covered and simultaneously exposed her body, hr round breasts encased by an elaborate network of sheer lace. The deep gap of her exposed cleavage made my mouth water. Her panties barely covered her, held tight to her hips by thin straps that arched gracefully over her seductive hips. Her legs shone under sheer black stockings, held in place by suspenders. In an instant, my cock surged back to life at the sight of her, entranced by the most flawless body I had ever seen. Sophie smiled deeply as she gauged my reaction.“I’ve done some shopping of my own,” she said. She stepped forward, her hips swaying from side to side with every deliberate step she took. She was wearing high-heeled pumps, the same ones she had worn last night, I guessed. One hand was behind her back, and as she approached, she revealed what she held to me with a tiny giggle. I blinked in confusion.“What’s that?” I asked.“It’s a male chastity device,” Sophie explained. “Look. I’ll show you. I’m going to put that useless little dick of yours in here, you see? Just like this.” Her bent finger showed through the clear plastic of the frighteningly small device as she slid it inside. “Then, this part goes under your balls,” Sophie went on. “And it all closes like this. Then I’m going to put a padlock through it, and that’ll be that.”“No you’re not,” I said. Sophie’s eyes glittered as she watched me struggle against the knots she had tied last night. But the improvised rope held.“No?” Sophie gently mocked. She lifted one sculpted eyebrow, her face prettier than ever as she smiled at me. “Are you sure? Because if you don’t do this, I’m never going to touch you again.” I paused. This will sound crazy, I know. But her words did concern me. As wild as this new plan of hers was, I couldn’t so lightly throw away the bliss I had found that weekend, with her, even at such a terrible price.“Think of it,” Sophie said, her voice a low purr now as she sat on the edge of the bed beside me. She placed the chastity device on my chest, and held it there with one hand. “You won’t be able to have an orgasm without me,” she went on. “No more jerking off like a teenager. No more disgusting sex with whores. I really will own your cock. Do you know how wet that makes me?”“But,” I tried, my mind rebelling against itself while my cock throbbed, “won’t it -hurt me?”“A little,” Sophie smiled. “When you try to get hard, maybe. But that just makes it even hotter for me. Here. Look. Look how wet it makes me.” Sophie reached between her legs, under the dark panties that hid her pussy from me. Her fingers shone as she held them towards my face, and I could smell her arousal as she smeared a thin trail of her juices over my lips. Reflexively, I licked it up, my body trembling at the taste of her desire. She was administering it to me like a drug, and I was eagerly lapping it up, and it was working. Almost immediately, I felt my resistance crumbling. “And if I’m horny,” she went on, “I’m more likely to want to play with you. To let you out. Won’t that be fun?”“But - we live in different states,” I tried.“i know,” Sophie smiled. “That’s why you’ll have to be a very good boy and do everything I say. When I come and see you, if I’m pleased with your behavior - well, I’ll make it worth your while.” She shifted on the bed again. Pulling aside my blanket, she exposed my throbbing cock to the warm air. As she wrapped her fingers around it, I shuddered and gasped. My stepsister was playing me like a fiddle. I knew it, but I was powerless to resist. I didn’t want to resist. And if my hands weren’t tied, I don’t know if I would have done a single thing differently.

Cuckolded By The Boss

I've been working hard on a new series, and it's becoming one of my most popular yet! Cuckolded By The Boss has become a sprawling twelve part epic now, and I know that the cost of buying each book individually can get out of hand, so rest assured, I will be making a bundle for a more reasonable price at some point in the next few weeks. If you don't want to wait that long, then by all means buy them individually!What do you do when your boss and your wife become friends? What do you do when your boss makes a pass at your wife, and she laughs it off? What do you do when you wife becomes your boss's willing sex slave?If you're anything like submissive husband Lee, you settle in and enjoy the ride. Because Lee's boss is a beautiful dominant woman, and his formerly straight wife is completely addicted to submitting to Esme. Being cuckolded by your boss is hard for any man. But when you yourself are attracted to your lesbian boss, life gets really interesting...You can take a look at the first book in the serieshere

Carnevale!

Maybe it's the time of year. Maybe it's the weather, or something like that. But I've been itching to travel lately. It's a big and beautiful world we live in, and it's almost as though the more I see of it, the more I want to see.Of course, it's not that simple, is it? We all have obligations and restrictions that stop us from living the life we want sometimes. This is one of the things I love about fiction. In the pages of a book, I can travel the world, and see places and meet people I might otherwise never come across. And it doesn't cost a lot, either.In this case, it doesn't cost a thing.That's right, folks. I'm giving away another book in exchange for honest reviews. This one is set in Venice, one of the world's most beautiful and fascinating cities. It concerns the adventures of newly-weds Julia and and her husband as she sleeps her way around the City of Bridges while he, locked in a chastity device, gets to watch.You can see it on Amazonhere.If you'd like a review copy, you can reach me here, or on Goodreads.Happy Carnevale!

Free books! (Well, sort of)

Howdy folks!I'm not much of a blogger, usually. But I figure it's a good way to get word out about a couple of books I'm offeringFOR FREE! The only catch being, you have to review them after you read them.Note that I'm afterhonest reviews. You're under no pressure to say you liked it if you didn't. Amazon reviews are the most appreciated, but reviews on Goodreads are also welcome. Even better if you do both :)And please note, if you do review on Amazon, you need to state somewhere in the review that you got the book for free in exchange for an unbiased review.Ok, with all of that out of the way, here are the books I'm currently offering:The Latex Queen (Parts 1 - 7)The four of them were close friends: Jay, his wife Jess, his friend Eddie and Eddie's wife Michelle. But when Eddie and Michelle's marriage hits a rough patch, Jay finds himself in the middle. And it doesn't help matters when Michelle, craving sex in Eddie's absence, uses her fetish for sexy latex outfits to seduce and dominate Jay. An even bigger surprise is in store as Jay finds out his wife Jess is ok with it.The new situation will take the group on a journey of erotic discovery as Jay learns what it means to serve the Latex Queen.Becoming A Cuckquean (Parts 1 - 7)Carla has a kink. Life with her husband Matt is good, but there's more she wants to explore. She wants to watch him with another woman. She wants to see him seduce and bed multiple other women right in front of her. And although Matt is reluctant at first, he soon sees the benefits for him.But when Matt meets Carla's sexy new boss Katy, events take an unexpected turn. Katy is just as dominant as Matt is, and together, they will push their cuckquean to new heights of humiliation and desire.These are both novellas, around the 40,000 word mark. So, if you're interested in joining the review crew, reach out to me here (kattfrodwrites@gmail.com) or onGoodreads, and let me know which book you're interested in.Happy reading,Katt