My idol for all things hot and heady... hehe! I just have to use kitty cat. X-D
Okay, this is getting hotter than expected. *swipes sweat on forehead* I'm going to burn in hell for this.
His Wicked Wife
Copyright © 2011 All rights reserved
WARNING : Contains sexual graphic material so if you are under 18, I will say it again, get the f*ck out of here. I meant it! ;-D
Keira closed the door to her husband's home office and turned around to face her prey. As she saw him, he was definitely at ease, leaning on the edge on her husband's mahogany table, crossing his arms over his chest with a smirk on his lips.
"Well, Mr. Boss Man, I'm all yours," she said to him, getting in character.
Stanton eyed Ruby with extreme maliciousness in his eyes. In his head, he was imagining all sorts of things he could do to Ruby, his secretary. He was making a mental checklist; one of those he liked to do was to lay her on the table and screw her senseless, down to hilt of his meatstick.
Christ! Thinking about it made his dick twitching with anticipation.
"Come here," Stanton ordered, doing the 'come hither' hand motion.
Kiera complied without hesitation as she sauntered towards him, slowly and seductively. She made it a point to swish her hips side to side, and when she was in front of him, she jutted her hips to the side and planted her hands on it.
"What's the agenda for today?" she asked, smirking at him.
Stanton let out a wolfish grin. "I heard you have been a very, very, very bad secretary," he said to her then he grabbed the sides of her hips with both of his hands and pulled her to him.
Kiera gasped, making Stanton chuckle from the reaction. "For that, I'm going to punish you," he said to her then his hands traveled to her firm as$ and squeezed it tight.
Kiera giggled. "Oh," she said. "Should I be scared?"
He nodded. "You should be, and if you disobey, you will be severely punished," he told her and his hands went to dug something out from his pocket. When he felt that soft fabric, he grinned and fished it out, showing it to her.
Kiera frowned. "What's that for?" she asked.
"I'm the boss, remember?" he asked her and she nodded. "So shut the f*ck up and don't ask questions."
'Oooh, this is good. I like a man who takes control,' Kiera thought wickedly.
Stanton removed her geeky glasses, brought the cloth up to her face and wrapped it around her eyes. He turned her around and bounded the cloth together tightly.
"There," he said, turning her around to face him. "Now, for your punishment."
Kiera's kitty was already wet, her juices flowing like a freaking faucet. One of the things that turned her on immensely was teasing her, the kinky way. If being blindfolded had already made her kitty cat wet, then, she didn't know what to do next.
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His Wicked WifeShort Story
Everyone harbors a secret... a dirty secret that is. For this housewife, Kiera, her secret made her a bad girl... The Desperate Housewives got nothing on her.