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  HELD DOWN…

  60 EXPLICIT EROTICA SEX STORIES FOR ADULTS

  EROTIC SHORT STORY COLLECTION

  This book is devoted to any and all lovers of the lewd, nasty, and bawdy filth that fills our world. Erotica is not a plague or blight upon society – no! It is a wonderland of fantasy and adventure, a place to live out those wanton dreams we try so desperately to keep to ourselves. Set them free and read on!

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  Temptation Tales

  …for all the naughty tales you can't resist...

  The Naughty Stories

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  Story 1

  Chapter 1

  I had been looking forward to the night I decided to give myself to my boyfriend for weeks, planning every detail, picking out just the right negligee in his favorite color, feeding him his favorite food with my mouth as we made love. Josh and I were high school sweethearts and my perfect night with him needed to be a surprise. Little did I know, the surprise was going to be on me.

  I dressed in the new negligee I bought, a light blue piece with lace hugging my curves in just the right places. The only other things on my body were matching heels and a black trench coat. I snuck into his apartment earlier that day, hiding frozen fruit in the freezer. The night was going to be perfect. When I got there, I used my key to sneak in expecting to hear his basketball bouncing off the wall or a video game being played. Moans from a female voice never entered my mind until I got closer to his room.

  I pushed on the partially open door and watched Susan grinding her pelvis back and forth on Josh’s cock. Her head was back allowing her long red hair to touch his thighs. Her hands braced her body over his knees as she arched her back, and her breasts moved like jello as she moved back and forth. I actually anticipated how long it would be before he got her to orgasm by the way she was panting. Before he discovered me standing there with my coat undone and hanging open, I figured it would only have been a few more minutes.

  I remember the look on his face as he shoved her off him and grabbed the blanket to cover himself. I remember how annoyed Susan looked without a shred of remorse, until later of course.

  She begged for my forgiveness saying she got caught up in the moment but I knew better. They had been fucking for a few weeks before I caught them. Josh wouldn’t even look at me. He broke it off against my wishes saying how unworthy he was of me.

  I giggled and looked over at Camille as she wrapped her beautifully manicured dark brown fingers around her coffee cup. “I still masturbate to that memory.”

  “It doesn’t bother you that he cheated on you with your best friend?”

  “It should have, I know.” I leaned toward her and whispered, “but actually, it makes me very horny. I’m more angry that he broke up with me, pathetic pansy.”

  “How long ago did this all happen?”

  “It was toward the end of my senior year.”

  “And how old are you now?”

  “Nineteen.”

  “I thought so. I remember when you started working here a few months ago. I have to say, if you were gay, I’d have been all up in your business. I had to ask someone if you were an intern or one of the guy's daughters playing around in the office. I still can’t believe you are so young and already up in the corporate offices.”

  “Well, I’m still just a receptionist, but I see good things popping up for me here.”

  I glanced at the table next to us and caught Mr. Thompson soaking in our every word. I smiled and felt arousal begin deep inside me.

  Mr. Thompson was a beautiful man, tall, strong and as much a man as every woman he has been with desires in her bed. I watched him until his eyes locked onto mine and I held his gaze until Camille’s fingers cascaded across mine. I jerked back to her attention and saw the lust in her eyes.

  “If you ever decide you want to check out the other side, you let me know, huh?”

  “I might just do that,” I said, watching her get up from the table. Camille wouldn’t have been my first lesbian adventure, but she sure was a hell of a lot more alluring and sensual. As soon as she moved away, Mr. Thompson was in full view, his eyes still glued to mine. It gave me a flutter in my stomach that fed down between my legs.

  I secretly begged for him to say something to me, proposition me, give me something to go on, but he stood up and walked out of the lunchroomand I didn’t see him for the rest of the day.

  I lay in my bed that night with not a stitch of clothing on, my fingers in between my legs stroking myself to the way Susan’s hair cascaded down to my boyfriend’s thighs, small gasps escaping her lips as he buried his cock deep inside her. His large hands webbed around her waist as he directed her up and down. I pushed my fingers inside me and fingered myself to orgasm wondering how loud she would have came.

  I often wondered if waiting so long was a good idea. I felt like I missed out. Laying there with the feel of my cool sheets on my naked body, I smiled at the way Mr. Thompson looked at me in the lunchroom at work earlier. There were definite sparks,and the idea of a man like that being my first was enough reason I was happy I waited.

  Chapter 2

  I looked forward to going to work the next morning, dressing a little more provocatively than I was usedto. My dress was still quite conservative, but my first pair of thongs made me feel dangerous and sexy. When I didn’t get to run into Mr. Thomson, the day proved to be disappointing. The next few days after that were much the same and I was beginning to think that maybe I misread the looks he gave me in the lunch room.

  An email from corporate came through asking me to work late on a project that had fallen behind. Of course, I agreed loving the overtime money and I met with some of the department heads about the details.

  “Mr. Thompson is still out of town on business and isn’t expected to be back in until tomorrow afternoon. Unfortunately, he took half his department with him,so there is no one to finish up the details on the Furlong contracts.”

  It was good to know why he was avoiding me and I sat up a little taller.

  “I’m familiar with it. I helped negotiate when they first came to us,” I said, confident I could produce results.

  “Very good.
The files are on top of Mr. Thompson’s file cabinet in the corner. If you have any questions, I will have my phone with me all evening.”

  By the end of the day, I was tired but excited to be working with something that pertained directly to Mr. Thompson. I have only been in his office a handful of times,and it was only for brief moments, but each time I felt its power. The large dark furniture and wide open window overlooking the city always did something to me.

  By the time I had the opportunity to go to the top floor where Mr. Thompson’s office was, it was pushing six thirty. The entire floor was quiet,and only a few lights were still on from the few people who were way too dedicated to their jobs. I walked in through his door,and the smell of leather wafted into my senses. I inhaled deeply, looking around the large office. My body was already responding to the professional feel of the room as I switched on a desk lamp and closed the door. I pulled the blinds open and marveled over the sun carefully inching down over the city.

  I grabbed the files that were stacked on the cabinet and walked to the small conference table on a far wall. Thinking twice about it, I eyeballed his desk and smirked. I walked to his desk and set the files on the clean surface. His office was as neat as it could be with everything in its place. I stood between his large desk and the leather chair behind me, lifted my dress to my waist and sat down. The cool leather on my bare bottom felt sexy. I wiggled my ass around feeling an arousal deep within. I ran my fingers along the side of the desk imagining his chest leaning against it as he worked. I wondered how many women he fucked on the top of this desk as I ran my hand along the surface.

  Picking my leg up, I hooked my knee around the arm of the chair and opened my legs. I pulled my thong to the side and leaned my head back allowing the cool conditioned air to hit my bare pussy. My fingers maneuvered down over my breasts as my nipples hardened at the thought of being exposed like I was. I cascaded them down my stomach and across my pussy, now excited with arousal. They played around the outside teasing my clit as it swelled and craved more touch. My breathing intensified when my arousal swirled inside me with a lazy cloud of pleasure. I leaned back and arched my back away from the seat, turning my head so the cool leather touched my cheek, my fingers sliding inside me and my thumb twirling around my clit. I rocked my hips back and forth on the chair waiting for my orgasm to surround me when the door opened.

  I jumped forward, able to correct my posture and throw a file open before someone walked inside. I buried my eyes into the material in front of me expecting to see a cleaning person with supplies in hand. When I noticed it was Mr. Thompson I froze.This was my opportunity. Finally, after all these weeks of working there, I had what I wanted right in front of me,and I couldn’t seem to utter a word. My panties were still pulled to the side,and my dress was still up to my waist, even though it was covering most of my incriminating parts.

  “Miss Jenkins,” he said without surprise. “I trust you are working hard on the Furlong contracts?”

  “Yes, sir,” I squeaked, tucking my dress down underneath me. I grabbed a pen and put it to my mouth, smelling myself on my fingers.

  “Do you mind?” he asked, casting an open hand toward me.

  “Sir?”

  “May I sit at my desk?”

  I jumped up and shook my hips from side to side as my dress fell into position. I stood on the side of him as he looked at the files with no changes to the paperwork.

  “I suppose there would have been some actual work done here if you hadn’t have been playing with yourself at my desk, am I right?”

  When he turned to me and looked me directly into my eyes, I should have been embarrassed. I should have wanted to shrink out of sight, but the mere thought that he caught me fueled me.

  “I suppose you’re right, but look at this office. Can you blame a woman for wanting such luxury against her bare skin?”

  “I suppose not.”

  “I guess I just got lost in thought.”

  “Oh?”

  He stood up very close to me and towered over me. He smelled so fucking good I wanted to push him down in his chair and straddle him.

  “Yeah. I sort of have this crush on someone,and it makes my mind wander.”

  “Can I, perhaps, help with your little problem?”

  I felt his hand touch the small of my back and it pushed a sensation through me.

  “I don’t think so, Mr. Thompson.”

  He leaned down, his lips brushing the side of my face and I felt a shiver run down my arms. “Call me Robert or sir.”

  “Well… sir.” I forced a smile. “I’ll tell her when the time is right.”

  I enjoyed watching his face contort with disappointment.

  “Her?”

  “Camille? She has this sex appeal about her, don’t you think?” I leaned in toward him and inhaled him.

  He nodded and sat back down but never stopped watching me.

  “I should go,” I cooed. I had his attention, and his jealousy and I was going to use it to the best of my ability.

  He didn’t try to stop me,and that told me this was going to be a game; one that he wanted to control, but wouldn’t be able to.

  Chapter 3

  It was fun playing cat and mouse with Robert over the next few weeks. The way he flirted with me and tried indirectly to ask me to meet up with him kept my fire going. I found myself masturbating in the bathroom, in my office after hours, in the corner of a coffee shop, underneath my coat on the subway. I couldn’t seem to get enough.

  When my promotion came, a lot of it was because of the job I did and the asset I had become, but the direction of my promotion was all sexually driven. I was promoted up to CEO’s assistant executive, and since the CEO was Robert, I knew I was getting close to my conquest. My office was moved to the top floor across from his and my hours grew longer. We worked together on several occasions through dinner with so much sexual tension between us, a swipe of a finger across the most intimate of spots would have caused an orgasm, but neither of us would cave.

  I changed a few things after doing some investigation into what drove Robert crazy, and I started wearing more appropriate clothing for the position I was playing.

  “You changed your perfume,” he said as he inhaled the air around me.

  “I hope it’s okay.”

  “It’s my favorite, actually.”

  “Hmm, what a coincidence,” I giggled. “I must be doing something right.”

  “I’d say you’re doing everything right.” He walked up behind me and put his hands on my hips. “I can’t take this much longer, Olivia.”

  “Take what?” I asked innocently.

  The truth was, I had planned on toying with him to satisfy my own agenda, but he was more alluring than I had anticipated. I closed my eyes and took a big breath to calm my adrenaline.

  “Working this close to you. You have to feel the power, the desire between us.”

  I turned around and looked up at him. “So it isn’t just me?”

  His hands on my arms almost disintegrated me. “No. I have wanted you since you started here.”

  “You’re married,” I whispered, putting my head down. “And I’m….”

  “Gorgeous, intoxicating, irresistible.”

  “A virgin,” I said, turning back around.

  “I know. Honestly, it is one of the things that draws me to you, your innocence and purity.”

  “I can’t just be one of your conquests, Robert.”

  “And you won’t be. I can take care of you.”

  “You won’t leave your wife for me. I could never ask you to anyway.”

  “I wouldn’t rule it out. I haven’t been with anyone, including my wife for the past two months. I can’t stop thinking about you, Olivia. And I can’t go on pretending we can work together and keep things strictly professional. I ache for you.”

  “I don’t know.”

  “I know your sexual appetite. I’ve caught you more than once. I’ve smelled your sex on you when you’re
close to me. I have that same drive. I’m tired of what I have been doing. I want more. I want you.”

  I felt his lips on my shoulder,and something told me he was pouring his heart out to me. I stepped back and leaned my body into his. I felt his heart beating through his chest,and it captivated me. I was affecting him so much more than I had ever dreamed.

  “Robert,” I whispered turning toward him.

  He didn’t give me time to say anything more. He leaned down and pressed his lips to mine, kissing me like I was his first glass of water in months of being without any drink at all.

  His arms wrapped around me and his tongue pushed into my mouth. I stayed on the receiving end of his advances, enjoying the way he awakened my body. Picking me up, he sat me on the edge of his desk, pulling my legs around his waist. I felt his cock as it pressed into my naked pussy. He moved his hips just enough to keep me wanting him. It wasn’t easy controlling my desire. I had never been this close to him, and here I was tasting his tongue on mine and pushing into his cock with only a thin material between us.

  I wanted him. I wanted to tell him. I wanted to unzip him and push him into me. I wanted him to wad me up into his large leather chair and fuck me until my body shook with excitement. I almost gave in,but a better idea swelled up in my mind.

  “Robert,” I mumbled, pulling away from his kiss.

  His hands caressed me in the perfect places making it difficult to stay away from him.

  “I have a surprise for you.”

  That did it.

  “You do?”

  The look on his face was priceless, like a child standing in front of a big present wrapped in paper with a bow on the top.

  I nodded as he kissed my cheek.

  “What is it?” he asked, kissing my chin.

  “I can’t tell you.”

  He kissed my neck,and it made me melt.

  “You’re teasing me, Olivia. I don’t like being teased.”

  He bit into the soft part of my neck,and a jolt of pleasure slammed into my pussy. I took in a shuddered breath and cleared my throat.