All of the characters in the story are at least 19 years old. This latest narrative is entirely made up and phoney. Say no to Sexual Assault. I’m AsmoZaddy, a guy who’s always burning with lust. When I’m horny, I write dark, dirty erotica that’s full of taboo thrills.
I love watching porn or reading steamy stories to get my blood pumping. That’s what pushed me to start writing my own naughty tales. Check out my earlier stories and let them pull you into my world of wicked desires.
The living room was giving cosy vibes. A single lamp threw soft glows on the plush couch and a coffee table. Kane, a skinny dude in his 30s, was fidgeting with his watch like he was stressed. He had invited his boss, Victor, over to their little place, trying to score points for that big promotion coming up.
Across him, Victor slouched, owning the space in his sharp charcoal suit. His buff frame makes it look like he lives at the gym. His grey eyes were intense, scanning the room before locking onto Elsa, Kane’s wife. She was standing by the couch in a tight emerald dress. Her dark hair is over one shoulder.
Victor: Thank you for the invitation.
Elsa: Oh, the pleasure’s all mine having you here, Sir. (winks)
Victor: (eyes glued to Elsa’s plunging neckline) Word is, your man’s climbing the ladder. And his paycheck is about to get twice as juicy!
Elsa notices his lingering stare and flashes a wicked smirk. She subtly adjusts her top to reveal a touch more cleavage, thinking to herself, ‘What a filthy old dog!’
Victor: (leans closer, voice low) You’re earning it, sweetheart, but you’ll need to really put in some extra effort.
Elsa: (tilts her head, a teasing glint in her eyes) Would you like coffee now, Victor? I have a fresh pot brewing in the kitchen.
Victor’s eyes never leave Elsa’s face as he says, “Coffee sounds perfect, Elsa. I have a bit of a sweet tooth, and bring some cookies, please!” He leans back in his chair, steepling his fingers together.
Kane: (fidgeting) Uhhh, do we even have cookies?
Elsa: (tosses her hair, shooting Victor a sly glance) Nope, babe. You’ll have to pop over to the deli across the street.
Kane: (eager to please) Boss, you want some specific cookies?
Victor: (eyes still on Elsa, voice low) Doesn’t matter, Kane! Just make it quick.
Elsa: (purring, with a naughty grin) Yeah, Kane, hurry back, don’t keep us waiting.
Kane’s keys jangle as he rushes out, leaving a charged hush in the dimly lit living room. Elsa’s emerald dress hugs her curves, her naughty smirk meeting Victor’s smouldering grey eyes. Her teasing stance daring him to make a move as the coffee pot hums in the distance.
Elsa walks closer, voice low and sultry. “Alone at last, Victor, are cookies really necessary for this meeting?”
Victor chuckles low in his throat, “Not at all. But Kane’s absence is.”
Elsa smiles slyly, “Kane’s always eager to please his boss. But I’m curious – who’s pleasing you, Victor?”
Victor’s eyes narrow slightly, voice low and even, “No one yet.”
Elsa giggles softly, leans in closer, “Yet my favourite word, Victor – implies something’s about to change” Victor rises from the couch, his charcoal suit sharp as he fixes Elsa with a bold stare. “Let’s get to business, Elsa,” he says, voice low and commanding.
She tilts her head, a mix of confusion and playful defiance in her eyes. “Excuse me?” Victor steps closer, his tone dripping with audacity. “I hope you’re damn good at sucking dick, sweetheart.”
Elsa laughs lightly, her gaze sharpening with a teasing edge. “Oh, Victor, you’re hilarious. But let’s be real—you didn’t come here to talk about Kane’s promotion, did you?”
Victor chuckles, his grey eyes glinting with mischief. He steps even closer, “Oh, Elsa, you’re sharp, aren’t you? Sure, Kane’s promotion’s nice, but let’s say I’m far more interested in exploring some private perks with you, darling.” He winks, leaning in just enough to make her pulse race.
Elsa Giggles softly, pulse racing indeed, “Private perks, Victor? My heart just got a promotion – it’s racing! What exactly does the CEO want to explore?” Victor’s eyes darken, his voice a low growl as he closes the gap, towering over Elsa. “Listen up, sweetheart, nothing comes free in this game.”
Victor’s eyes burn with aggressive intent as he unzips his pants, the air turning thick with tension. Elsa’s jaw drops, her voice a mix of shock and disbelief, “What?!”
Victor smirks, stepping closer, his tone dripping with raw dominance, “I’m going to fuck you, Elsa. I hope you can handle this big black cock,” leaving her stunned, eyes wide at the sight.
Victor stands brazenly, his eight-inch cock exposed, balls heavy and primed. His aggressive stare locked on Elsa. Elsa’s eyes widen, still reeling, her voice a shaky whisper, “What the hell, Victor?!”
He smirks, voice thick with arrogance, “Good enough for you, sweetheart?” His tone dares her to respond as the tension spikes. Elsa’s shock morphs into a defiant glare. Her voice sharp but trembling, “Oh, I get it, Victor, but you’re out of your damn mind if you think I’m playing your game!”
Victor’s smirk widens, his tone mocking as he steps closer, “You still don’t get it, do you, sweetheart?” Elsa’s eyes narrow, her shock giving way to fiery indignation as she steps back, voice dripping with defiance, “You think you can trade my husband’s promotion for me? You’re delusional, Victor!”
Victor’s smirk doesn’t waver, his tone low and taunting, “Your man got the promotion, Elsa, and I want you as my reward.” Victor’s voice turns cold, his eyes glinting with menace as he leans in, “You’ll be my bitch, Elsa, or you and your husband will pay a heavy price.”
Elsa’s heart pounds, her defiance wavering under the threat, but she snaps back, voice sharp, “You’re threatening us? You’re pathetic, Victor—touch us, and you’ll be the one regretting it!” Shivers run down her spine, voice barely above a whisper, “What exactly does it mean to be yours, Victor?”
Victor’s smirk deepens, his voice a taunting purr as he gently grips Elsa’s chin, tilting her face up, “Oh, you get it now, don’t you? Then get to work, sweetheart.” Elsa’s eyes flicker with defiance and calculation. The weight of Victor’s threat and her precarious situation was sinking in.
It was a twisted win-win where compliance might secure Kane’s future. She locks eyes with Victor, her lips curling into a reluctant, steely smirk. She grips his cock with her right hand, her left steadying herself on the plush velvet couch.
Victor’s smirk widens, his voice a low growl, “That’s it, Elsa, I knew you’d play smart.” The room’s tension shifts from confrontation to a dangerous, charged game. Elsa’s grip on Victor’s cock tightens as she moves it with deliberate, slow strokes.
Victor’s vicious grin spreads. His hands swiftly tugged down the top of her emerald dress just enough to expose her left tiddy. His gaze is devouring the sight as he growls, “Damn, that’s a nice tit.” His fingers trace teasing circles around her areola, voice low and crude, “Fucking soft,” as the tension spikes.
Victor’s grip tightens on Elsa’s blonde hair, yanking her face up with a dominant sneer. His grey eyes glinted with raw control. Elsa gasps, shocked by his brazen move, her breath catching as he barks, “Hey! Don’t let me down! Spread your legs wide, bitch.”
Swallowing her defiance, Elsa obeys, parting her thighs. Her inner thighs were visible under a mini skirt, high heels accentuating her poised, provocative stance on the couch. The air pulsing with their heated, dangerous game. Elsa’s eyes widen as she stares at Victor’s massive cock.
Her right hand was barely able to wrap around a fraction of it. A flicker of fear crossed her face in the dim glow of the living room. She glances up at him, her breath shaky, muttering to herself with a soft, “Uh, that’s too big.” Her left hand grips the couch tighter.
Her spread thighs were trembling slightly in her high heels. The tension between her reluctant submission and Victor’s domineering presence crackles in the air. Victor’s eating up the view, smirking like a boss as he yanks Elsa’s hair, staring into her eyes.
“Yo, what’s the holdup?” he says, her face legit right next to his huge dick. “Don’t forget, this is for your man’s big break!” He tugs her closer, nudging that cock toward her lips, pushing for her to take it, while the room’s vibe is straight-up intense.
Victor’s fingers weave slowly through Elsa’s blonde hair. Elsa’s eyes flicker with inner turmoil. Her lips parting as she whispers to herself, barely audible, “What about my future? I’m doing this for Kane, but what do I get?” Elsa’s tongue hesitantly flicks over the tip of Victor’s massive cock.
Her eyes widened at its intimidating size and girth. She glances up at him with a naughty, inviting smirk. Her body language daring him to explore further as she leans into her role, her left hand gripping the couch. Victor’s eyes blazing with lust, fixate on her exposed breasts.
His fingers softly pinched her nipples, drawing a soft groan from Elsa as the tension surged! Elsa struggles to take even half of Victor’s massive cock into her mouth. Her lips stretch as she coats it with a generous amount of saliva, lubing it up.
She pulls back briefly, spitting more saliva onto his shaft. Her eyes flicked up with a mix of effort and naughty defiance, daring him to push her further. Victor’s dominance surges. He grips Elsa’s head with both hands, aggressively thrusting his massive cock deep into her mouth.
The sheer size is overwhelming her as it barely fits. He pushes relentlessly, pumping a few times until he forces 3/4 of it down her throat. He was holding it there for a tense five seconds, his eyes gleaming with control. Elsa’s eyes water, her breath cut off, desperation kicking in as she shoves at his legs.
Victor finally eases back, pulling his cock out and giving her face a gentle, taunting slap! His lips curl into a smug smile as he leans over Elsa, his voice dripping with dominance, “You’ll learn, bitch.”
He bends closer, his breath hot against her ear as he whispers, “Guess what, sweetheart? You’re going to be my secretary—get ready to feel this dick between your legs every damn day.”
He shoved Elsa back onto the couch, his voice a rough growl, “I want to see that pussy.” With a swift, aggressive tug, he rips off her emerald top, leaving her in just her black panties and mini skirt. Her breasts were fully exposed.
His eyes fixate on her panties, a mocking sneer crossing his face as he strokes his massive cock, “What the fuck, you’re wearing panties?” His voice oozes mockery as he adds, “I come as a guest to fuck, and my bitch is still hiding behind panties! Spread your legs.”
Yanking Elsa’s black panties down, his eyes glinted with predatory lust at the sight of her exposed pussy. “Here you go, nice pussy!” he sneers, his fingers sliding into her, exploring with bold, invasive strokes. Spotting her soft asshole, he smirks and probes it with one finger, ignoring her limits.
Elsa moans loudly, overwhelmed, her voice breaking as she begs, “No, Victor, please—not there!” Her body trembles on the couch. “You’ll give me lots of pleasure,” he said, sliding one finger into Elsa’s pussy, his eyes locked on her sultry body.
“But not for free,” he taunts, quickening his pace, fingers thrusting faster as he adds, “You’re going to stack way more cash as my secretary than your man, you tight bitch.” He slips in a second finger, working her pussy. Elsa’s lust overtakes her, moans escaping as she grips the couch, fluids dripping from her.
Victor sneers, “Your husband’s got a small dick—this needs to change!” His command cuts through, “Open your mouth,” his tone leaving no room for defiance as the tension spikes. Elsa, trembling yet compliant, opens her mouth. Victor’s commanding presence looms over her.
“I’m going to screw you once!” he growls, sliding his finger, slick with her pussy fluids, into her mouth. Forcing her to taste herself. “Look at me, bitch—you’ll never forget this,” he sneers, his grey eyes boring into her.
Elsa licks his finger, her senses overwhelmed by the taste, moaning softly. She’s swept up in the raw, lustful moment. Victor’s hand cracks across Elsa’s face with a sharp slap. His other hand pinched her nipples hard, snapping her out of her lustful haze.
“Turn around, I’m going to fuck you from behind to start,” he commands, his voice dripping with raw dominance; Elsa, senses jolted, adjusts her body, fingering her pussy to ease the tension. “Move here, bitch,” Victor growls, pointing to an empty spot on the couch.
Elsa shifts sideways, resting on her side, locking eyes with him. Her gaze was a mix of submission and lingering rebellion. Victor’s eyes rake over Elsa’s near-naked body, her heels and mini skirt barely covering her as she rests sideways on the couch.
His voice was a low purr, “You look lovely, slut.” Her gaze flicks to his massive cock, rock-hard again, pulsing with intent; Victor smirks, “Look at my pecker.” He manoeuvres her into a doggy pose, her body compliant yet tense.
“You won’t be disappointed,” he growls, landing a sharp spank on her ass, drawing a moan from Elsa as he rubs his dick against her soft cheeks, his tone deceptively gentle, “You scared, bitch?”
Elsa’s voice trembles, “Yes,” her eyes locked on his, caught between fear and the charged, dangerous pull of his dominance in the dimly lit living room.
Victor eases his massive cock into Elsa with slow, deliberate strokes, its size stretching her as she moans softly, her body tensing. After a few moments, he pushes deeper, three-quarters of his dick buried inside her. Her loud moans echo as she grips the couch for support, her high heels digging into the floor.
“So fuckin’ tight!” Victor groans, his voice raw with lust, delivering a sharp spank to her ass. He thrusts steadily for minutes, gripping her skinny wrist while landing more spanks between strokes!
Victor hoists Elsa’s left leg, hooking it over his shoulder for deeper access. His massive cock is now fully penetrating her pussy. She moans louder, completely lost in the overwhelming pleasure, her body surrendering. Her fingers softly caressing his face, fuelling his dominance.
Victor pushes her down harder onto the couch, spreading her legs wide to allow his dick to plunge even deeper, fucking her relentlessly; Elsa’s senses are gone, her moans raw and unrestrained. Victor slows his pace, catching his breath. He shifts to lie beside Elsa on the couch, their bodies pressed close.
His hands greedily maul her tits, squeezing with possessive hunger. He buries his face in her armpit, sniffing deeply before biting her neck with a low growl, his dominance reigniting. Regaining his strength, he thrusts into her pussy with renewed ferocity, fucking her hard.
Elsa, lost in the intensity, slides one finger into her own pussy, stimulating herself. Her other hand grips his head, pulling him closer, her moans spreading throughout the room! Victor slides a finger along Elsa’s pussy walls, feeling the slick fluids gushing out.
A wicked grin spreads as he growls, “Bitch, you’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” Elsa, breathless and caught in the heat, murmurs, “Yes, Sir!” her voice dripping with submission. He gathers her fluids on his fingers, commanding, “Open your mouth and suck.”
She obeys, eagerly licking them clean, her eyes glinting with lust as she savours the taste. Flipping her into missionary, Victor fucks her raw, his massive cock relentless as he locks eyes with her, snarling, “You’re the best skinny bitch I’ve ever fucked!”
Elsa’s moans grow louder, her body arching. He slaps her face sharply, driving into her harder. Victor’s thrusts grow erratic as he nears climax, pulling his massive cock from Elsa’s pussy and climbing atop her. He shoves his dick into her mouth, fucking it with fierce intensity.
Elsa takes him deep, her throat walls straining as she chokes on his size, eyes watering. He pulls out abruptly, spraying cum across her face, sneering, “You’re a slut, a complete mess,” and spits on her, sealing his control. “Tough ride, huh?” he taunts, leaning back.
“Yes,” Elsa replies in a low, shaky voice, her body spent on the couch. “How’s that pussy? Didn’t I stretch it too much?” he asks with a cruel smirk. “Yes, Sir, you stretched it huge,” she murmurs, her fingers slipping into her pussy, rubbing gently as she processes the raw intensity!
Victor’s cock softens as Elsa, still reeling from the intensity, leans in. Her tongue slowly licked the cum off, cleaning him with deliberate, exhausted strokes. Lost in the aftermath, she rests, her breathing heavy.
Victor climbs off her, his voice low and taunting, “You should meet my friends—they’d fuck a girl like you for hours.” He caresses her hair with a possessive smirk, adding, “I’ve got to go, talk to you later,” before striding out of the room, leaving Elsa alone.
Kane, oblivious and chuckling nervously, steps back into the living room. He catches Victor adjusting his charcoal suit and asks with a forced grin, “How was it, boss? We good?”
Victor’s lips twist into a sly, predatory smirk, his grey eyes glinting as he replies, “Smart move, Kane—offering your wife for that raise, but…”
Kane’s face falters, his voice shaky, “I know, but you didn’t hurt her, right?” Victor’s tone turns dark, dripping with menace, “By the way, bring her to my house Saturday. My friends want to meet her better.”
The air in the dimly lit room grows heavy. Elsa is still sprawled on the couch, catching her breath, as the weight of Victor’s words hangs like a threat.
Victor zips up, tossing Elsa a final smirk as he strides out. Kane’s nervous laugh echoes as he stammers to Victor, “We’re cool, right, boss?” Victor’s voice drips with dark promise,
“Oh, we’re more than cool, Kane—Saturday, my place, don’t forget her.” Elsa’s heart races. Her body still tingling, knowing this steamy, dangerous game is far from over. Her mind is swirling with what’s coming next.
TO BE CONTINUED.