EROTIC DESIRES: A COLLECTION OF STEAMY EROTIC STORIES

I Can’t Stop Fantasizing About My Straight Boss’s Pussy I had been losing my mind for exactly twenty-nine days. Ever since Elena Voss hired me as her personal secretary, I've stayed soaked at my desk every single morning. She was thirty-one. Tall, with sharp cheekbones and those striking ice-blue eyes. Her ass looked incredible in the fitted pencil skirts she wore, making my mouth water every time she walked past. Elena was straight. Engaged to some boring finance guy and completely off-limits in every way that mattered. Until she looked at me with those fuckable eyes, and I decided that she wasn’t. It probably wasn't right. I knew but when I touched my wet folds, thinking of her sweet smell and how her hair would feel in my fist. There was no going back. I just had to have her. I gave myself a week. Seven days to seduce my untouchable boss until she turned into a dripping, begging mess who forgot her boyfriend even existed. Seven f*****g days. It seemed impossible but I was determined. Day One began with the shortest black skirt I owned. I wore nothing underneath it. Letting my n*****s strain beneath the fabric as the ac air cooled my skin. My tiny white blouse also had a couple buttons undone. At 8:14 AM, I walked into Elena’s office. Swaying my hips gently and carrying her usual black coffee. “Morning, Elena." I greeted sweetly as I set the cup down. Bending over her desk more than necessary. My skirt rode up high enough that if she looked, she would see the soft curve of my bare ass. Behind me, Elena glanced up from her laptop. My lips curled as those cool blue eyes moved over me once, then again. “Claire… is that appropriate for the office?” I bit my lip and tilted my head, keeping my expression innocent. “What do you mean? It feels a little warm today.” Elena remained frozen. Still hiding my smile, slowly, I turned, pretending to adjust the files on her shelf. Then I arched my back so my ass pushed out toward her. She was looking. I could feel her stare burning into me. And when I glanced over my shoulder, the faintest pink had touched her cheeks. Score. All day I kept it up. I leaned over her desk to point at spreadsheets. I brushed my breasts against her arm when I handed her documents. I crossed and uncrossed my legs slowly whenever she called me in for notes. By six in the evening Elena’s voice had grown tighter than usual and she snapped at me more often. “Claire, that is enough for today.” Inside me, I was dying with laughter but outwardly, I lifted my brow. “Are you sure, boss?” Her eyes narrowed and she gritted out. “Go home.” Giving Elena the sweetest smile I could muster, I agreed. “Okay.” No point in ruining all the fun now. This was only Day One. I still had six more days to break her. I Bent Over in Front of My Boss So Many Times She’s Starting to Stare By Day Three, I had grown bolder. I wore a tight red blouse that hugged my breasts perfectly and a black pleated skirt so short it barely covered me when I sat. No panties, of course. Elena had started watching me. She thought she was being subtle, but I caught her eyes drifting to my legs every time I crossed the room. This morning, I spent a long time “organizing” the bottom drawer of the filing cabinet right beside her desk. When I bent over deeply with my legs straight, my ass pointed straight at her. My short skirt flipped up and gave her a full, unobstructed view of my bare, shaved p***y. I heard her breath catch. “Claire,” Elena whispered, her voice strained. “What are you doing?” I looked back at her from between my legs, hair falling across my face. “Just cleaning up, boss. Why? Is something wrong?” A jolt went through me as her thighs pressed together under the desk. For a moment, I thought she would— Elena cleared her throat loudly. “Nothing. Just… hurry up.” Alright then. My resolve hardened, and I stayed bent over longer than I needed to, letting her look her fill. When I finally straightened and turned around, Elena was unable to hide it. I caught her staring directly at my ass. Her face flushed deeper, and she looked away quickly. For lunch, I sat on the edge of her desk with my legs slightly parted, feeding her updates while my foot “accidentally” brushed against her calf underneath the table. Each time I met her bare skin, her breath caught, and she almost shuddered. But she did not pull away. I was getting closer. Later that afternoon, I dropped a pen right between her legs. Then I sank slowly to my knees and crawled under her desk to retrieve it. My face ended up only inches from her lap. I could smell her. Warm, feminine, and unmistakably getting wet. Elena sat frozen in her seat while I took my time. I let my cheek brush lightly against her thigh as I pretended to search. When I finally came back up, her n*****s stood hard and were visible under her silk blouse. “Claire…” Elena whispered. The dark warning in her voice sent a jolt to my stomach. I just smiled, flirty and playful. “Found it! You seem so tense lately, Elena. Maybe you need a massage after work?” She didn’t answer. Simply turning back to her desk in work. But she didn’t say no either. On Day Four, I chose a sheer white blouse with no bra. Making my dark n*****s show clearly every time I moved. Then, when carrying refreshment into Elena’s office, I “accidentally” spilled water on myself right in front of her, making the fabric cling wetly to my breasts. For a full five seconds, Elena sat frozen. Staring straight at me. Then she caught herself and lowered her head quickly. It was so wet, I was soaking wet when I left the office. That night, in the office parking lot, I fingered myself in the car, while thinking about her tongue on my c**t. Elena was crack to my body. I moaned her name until I came twice, hard. I was getting so close. Elena was starting to crack. I could just feel it.