| Author: | DS Delacroix | ISBN: | 1230000118832 |
| Publisher: | Adventures in Imagination Media LLC | Publication: | April 2, 2013 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | DS Delacroix |
| ISBN: | 1230000118832 |
| Publisher: | Adventures in Imagination Media LLC |
| Publication: | April 2, 2013 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
Jeremy hates his boss. Now he’s pissed that she won’t let him leave early, to go out with his friends to the game. He goes in to her office to challenge her. What he doesn’t know is that she has a special evening planned for him. Little does he realize that he will be challenged alright: on his knees! And he’s going to like it! A flash erotica story by upstart new author DS Delacroix.
“No…wait…it’s…Theresa. Oh, no, really, stop. It’s OK.” He tried to stop her as she dabbed at his wet clothes. When she started dabbing at his crotch, his body took over for him. It didn’t take long before he was looking down at a very wet, very dark tent shape forming over his crotch.
“Oh! Look what happened there!” she said, dabbing repeatedly at his crotch. Her efforts were only making it worse; his erection grew at each touch. “Theresa, wait…” he started, but she was intent on his crotch. She wasn’t dabbing anymore. She was rubbing the wet cloth in circles around his erection. It actually felt very good, he had to admit to himself. He told himself that he needed to stop this, quickly.
“I think that you’re too far gone,” Theresa said. “I think we really just need to get you out of those wet clothes.” Before he knew what was happening, she reached down and unzipped his pants. It took little effort for her to shift his pants so that his erection short through the opening in his boxers and between the zipper. He stood there, his erection poking out of his wet pants.
“Well, well, what do we have here?” she asked, taking his cock in her hand and stroking it.
“Oh, oh, Theresa…” he stammered, part of him freaking out that this was happening, the other part giving in to her caresses. It felt so good, she gripped him hard, pulling down firmly on his shaft. The part of him that wanted to stand there and let her stroke him was winning, fast.
“These clothes… they’re beyond hope,” Theresa said, switching hands. Now, she stroked him with her left hand while she unbuttoned his shirt with her right. She pushed away the two halves of his shirt, running her fingers down his chiseled pecs and across his six pack abs. She murmured approving sounds as her eyes ran across his bare chest. She released him long enough to undo his belt and the clasp on his trousers. He gasped as she pulled his pants and boxers down in one, smooth move.
Jeremy stood there, naked, his erection pointing up at her, all of his clothes bunched in a wet pile around his ankles. Theresa ran her hands all over his bare body, exploring every line, every curve. She teased him by touching his cock, then letting go to explore other parts. Every time she returned with her feather touch, he groaned, wanting her to take him again in her firm grip.
Theresa squeezed his erection hard, making him gasp. She used the opportunity to kiss him. Jeremy found her tongue down his throat. She softened her grip and pulled his head down to her mouth. He kissed her back, both them rolling their tongues, sucking on each other’s lips. She stroked him as they kissed, fighting to bite at each other’s lips, each trying to explore the other’s mouth with their tongues. He could feel her heat mix with his. His passion was rising, becoming uncontrollable, he wanted her so badly.
Jeremy hates his boss. Now he’s pissed that she won’t let him leave early, to go out with his friends to the game. He goes in to her office to challenge her. What he doesn’t know is that she has a special evening planned for him. Little does he realize that he will be challenged alright: on his knees! And he’s going to like it! A flash erotica story by upstart new author DS Delacroix.
“No…wait…it’s…Theresa. Oh, no, really, stop. It’s OK.” He tried to stop her as she dabbed at his wet clothes. When she started dabbing at his crotch, his body took over for him. It didn’t take long before he was looking down at a very wet, very dark tent shape forming over his crotch.
“Oh! Look what happened there!” she said, dabbing repeatedly at his crotch. Her efforts were only making it worse; his erection grew at each touch. “Theresa, wait…” he started, but she was intent on his crotch. She wasn’t dabbing anymore. She was rubbing the wet cloth in circles around his erection. It actually felt very good, he had to admit to himself. He told himself that he needed to stop this, quickly.
“I think that you’re too far gone,” Theresa said. “I think we really just need to get you out of those wet clothes.” Before he knew what was happening, she reached down and unzipped his pants. It took little effort for her to shift his pants so that his erection short through the opening in his boxers and between the zipper. He stood there, his erection poking out of his wet pants.
“Well, well, what do we have here?” she asked, taking his cock in her hand and stroking it.
“Oh, oh, Theresa…” he stammered, part of him freaking out that this was happening, the other part giving in to her caresses. It felt so good, she gripped him hard, pulling down firmly on his shaft. The part of him that wanted to stand there and let her stroke him was winning, fast.
“These clothes… they’re beyond hope,” Theresa said, switching hands. Now, she stroked him with her left hand while she unbuttoned his shirt with her right. She pushed away the two halves of his shirt, running her fingers down his chiseled pecs and across his six pack abs. She murmured approving sounds as her eyes ran across his bare chest. She released him long enough to undo his belt and the clasp on his trousers. He gasped as she pulled his pants and boxers down in one, smooth move.
Jeremy stood there, naked, his erection pointing up at her, all of his clothes bunched in a wet pile around his ankles. Theresa ran her hands all over his bare body, exploring every line, every curve. She teased him by touching his cock, then letting go to explore other parts. Every time she returned with her feather touch, he groaned, wanting her to take him again in her firm grip.
Theresa squeezed his erection hard, making him gasp. She used the opportunity to kiss him. Jeremy found her tongue down his throat. She softened her grip and pulled his head down to her mouth. He kissed her back, both them rolling their tongues, sucking on each other’s lips. She stroked him as they kissed, fighting to bite at each other’s lips, each trying to explore the other’s mouth with their tongues. He could feel her heat mix with his. His passion was rising, becoming uncontrollable, he wanted her so badly.
