Dirty Threesome Anthology: 10 Sexy Stories without Taboos in One Frivolous Book

By Rino Rena

Three isn't too many.

Because why not share what is already a lot of fun for two? That's what the protagonists of these ten breathtakingly hot short stories think too, throwing any inhibitions overboard for a little fun.

This collection of short stories includes the following stories:

Buckstuck for the executive floor

Sexy car wash

Bet your wife's ass on a gamble

A la carte student

Hot threesome in the cornfield

Broke in badly by father's friends

Threesome on the street

Wrong group chat

Father's debts ridden off

Hot deal with the thief lord

Each story is also available individually.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Rino Rena
• Release date: Dec 27, 2022
• ISBN: 9798215505144

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Table of Contents

Buckstuck for the executive floor

Sexy car wash

Bet your wife's ass on a gamble

A la carte student

Caught sunbathing

Mounted when moving

Threesome on the street

Wrong group chat

Father's debts ridden off

Broke in by the bandit gang

Dirty Threesome Anthology

10 sexy  stories without taboos in one frivolous book

Author: Rino Rena

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Buckstuck for the executive floor

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Svea never thought that she would one day have to put on lingerie in the ladies' room. Especially not that it happens to her twice in the same month. And yet she is sitting on the uncomfortable toilet bowl while trying to put on her stockings, which she bought especially for these moments, with acrobatic contortions. She makes sure that she touches the cabin wall as little as possible. After all, she has no desire to catch any germ.

Did you hear about Svea? The bathroom door bangs open and her co-worker's unmistakable, annoying voice is heard as she strides into the room. And she is not alone.

That with the business trip? Everyone is talking about it.

She's such a floozy. Supposedly she knelt under Wagner's desk on her first day.

Pooh. The other woman snorts to show more of her disgust. Svea has heard the voice before, but cannot place it.

She also thinks that just because she looks good, she can do anything.

And the guys dance to their tune. Have you seen how she looks again today? It doesn't get much more slutty than that.

It was clear from the start. Today the supervisory board meets and who can of course be there as an assistant to the management? Madame Bückdichquickly.

She listens intently to the malicious gossip of the two women who seem to be busy at the sink. At least she didn't hear any of the other cabin doors.

If you'd rather shut your mouth than take the initiative, don't be surprised if you haven't gotten a promotion in ten years. Svea knows her reputation in the company very well. Boss' darling, office mattress and now also Madame Bückdichquickly. All nicknames that the majority of the female workforce has found for them and that all apply. She learned early on that she could either play by the rules or turn the tide in her favor. If that means sucking some cock and working overtime on her manager's desk, it's still a better deal than toiling to death for hours.

With a big grin on her lips, Svea straightens the provocative pantyhose before she climbs down from her porcelain throne and opens the cabin door. Her two colleagues turn their heads to her and widen their eyes when they suddenly realize that she has overheard everything.

Svea...

The blonde beauty struts to the mirror with her hips swinging lasciviously and contemplates her own appearance. Her never-ending legs disappear under a skirt that would cause a stir even in a nightclub. She has the top buttons of her white blouse undone so that her full breasts are shown to their best advantage. A big part of that is the push-up with the black lace that shines through the thin fabric of her top.

Hello Nadine. How are you? She gives the woman whose name she knows a sweet smile. Then she pulls a lipstick out of her small purse to redraw the deep red lips again. All this with hateful looks thrown at her from the side.

Are you going to celebrate?

No. Why do you ask? They throw poison darts at each other across the mirror.

Don't you think your outfit should be a little...modest? We are not in the brothel

I wouldn't have noticed. Thanks for reminding me.

Nadine puffs out her cheeks. These turn reddish and she looks as if she wants to attack her right away.

Who do you think you are, bitch? Do you think just because you fuck your way across the boardroom you have more say here than we do?

Svea kisses her lips several times to distribute the lipstick better. A shame. It'll be smeared by the end of the day anyway. Only then does she devote herself to the angry colleague.

Yes, that's exactly what I think. She smiles kindly before turning on her heel and walking towards the exit. Her murderous high heels cause a nerve-wracking echo in the small bathroom. Shortly before the door she stops abruptly.

Oh, silly me. With both hands she reaches under the much too short skirt, grabs her panties on the left and right by the band and pulls them down so that she can climb out of the small piece of fabric. I won't need that anymore today. She throws her panties in the trash can and before either of the women can react, she has already disappeared into the hallway.

The entire office now resembles a startled anthill. Once a year, when the bosses of bosses come together and decide on the direction of the company, there is a state of emergency. Weeks in advance, everyone tries to secure a good place in the food chain in order to bag one of the coveted promotions. Presentations are created, sales reports are prepared in the best possible way and the Sunday clothes are taken out of the closet that you handed in to the dry cleaners a week earlier because Grandma Erna's birthday was far too long ago.

An effort that Svea would not even take on for money. Her preparation took her from lingerie store to lingerie store to find the most sinful surprise money could buy. She has no doubt that by the end of today she will be climbing a rung up the career ladder.

Hey Svea. Frank, one of the department heads, nods to her as she struts past him. He stares unashamedly at her revealing cleavage and his mouth forms a knowing grin. When she started as an intern a year ago, he was one of the first to see her intense work ethic.

Hey Frank. How are the wife and children?

Excellent. One shits in his diaper three times a day and the other throws the money out the window.

If you ever need to blow off steam, you know where to find me. She winks coquettishly as she walks by without paying any more attention to him. He was useful when he was her manager, but since she's been moving from department to department in record time, he's lost his appeal. Her focus is always on the future, not the boring past. And that future is coming in through the front door right now.

Five middle-aged men enter the modern foyer, where they are welcomed by the site manager. Each of them wears a tailored suit, as befits someone in their position.

I imagined her worse. She stands on the first floor in the gallery, holds onto the railing with both hands and observes the behavior of her superiors among themselves. In the animal kingdom, they would probably sniff each other's butts to see where they stand in the hierarchy. The thought makes her smile, and when one of the men lifts his head, she gives him a charming smile. Thanks to the glass balustrade, he has a perfect view under her skirt, where no annoying piece of fabric obstructs the view of her clean shaved labia.

Show time.

For the meeting of the board of directors, there is a prescribed protocol, which is known only to the most sacred circle within the company. This is to try to prevent overzealous opportunists from gaining an advantage. But such rules do not apply to Svea. She makes her own. That's why SHE has the printed annual sales in her hands and not the experienced secretary who has been part of the management for decades. Unfortunately, she had to cancel today due to illness after yesterday's meal in the cafeteria didn't do her any good.

Holding the slips of paper in multiple copies tightly to her chest, she waits in front of the noble conference room for her assignment. She only saw the inside of the room once, when one of the bosses couldn't stand her constant teasing any longer and ruthlessly took a piece of her cake. She still has the torn top from that day in her closet. A very special kind of trophy.

Twenty past ten. How much longer is that going to take? Svea tries not to show her excitement. Being the center of attention in a room full of men is nothing new to her. But today is about more than just fun. It's about their future. She's been working toward this moment for months. This is her very personal Superbowl, even if she doesn't like sport. Mattress sport excluded.

The door to her left swings open and her site manager's face appears in the doorway. He looks at Svea for several seconds, lets his greedy gaze slide over her and a knowing grin spreads across his lips.

Ms Polter? We are ready. With a generous gesture, he points into the interior of the conference room, which the young woman enters with a pounding heart.

It's like stepping into another world. Not something because the space is so special. It's much more ornate, with its opulent mahogany table and comfy chairs, but the real reason it feels so alien is the sudden power structure that surrounds them.

Six men are seated at the long table. Men they could fire with a hand gesture. These guys decide the future of over two thousand employees and she's right in the middle of it. The sheep that is led into the lions' den to end up as prey.

You can do it. That's what you've practiced for.

Good morning. She flashes her beaming smile, eager to look everyone in the face. Twelve pairs of eyes are directed at her and very few look her in the eye.

Very good. That seems to have worked before.

Please share the reports.

Naturally. Svea struts clockwise around the wide table. Everyone gets a copy of the stack of papers in front of their noses, while she makes sure to get close to them on purpose. Not to mention that the men sitting across from her can then look directly into the revealing neckline.

She creates half the space before the first hand settles on her butt. Just as she bends down, she pushes up under her skirt until the warm flesh comes to rest on her plump curves.

Many Thanks. Breathes the man whose name she doesn't know but who undoubtedly belongs to the elite.

Very much. she answers sweetly. She takes more time with this one report than with the three before it, so that he can examine the goods extensively before continuing on her way to take care of the other two.

Mrs. Polter is responsible for our physical well-being today. So if you need anything, no matter what, don't be afraid to ask. Your site manager knows exactly how important it is to him and the company. As long as she knows how to play her role properly, he's also firmly in the saddle. That is important to both of them. They have discussed this at length over the last few nights. Between the countless birds, of course.

I hope I can give you great satisfaction. Svea takes a seat in one of the free armchairs. She crosses her legs after making sure everyone in the room saw she wasn't wearing anything underneath.

That being settled, I welcome you all again, dear members of the Board. As you know, and as you can see from the reports we have just given out, we have had an excellent year. According to the balance sheet analysis, sales and profit grew more than we had previously forecast.

The young woman's mind wanders. They don't care much about the economic blah-blah. Although she is now in a managerial position, she sees herself more as a motivational helper than as a boss. When in doubt, her employees know better than she does, which is why she can fully concentrate on making sure that they do their job as well and successfully as possible. One of the reasons why she advocates having only men under her. Not that she hasn't had plenty of experience with women. But these are less receptive to their creative methods of appraisal interviews than their male colleagues.

Such a sweet intern would not be wrong as a change. Her lips twist into a knowing smile at the thought and just as her mental cinema is about to digress to that one night during her studies, the hand of one of the board members brings her back to the here and now. The portly, balding man points a finger under the large conference table while grinning broadly. His eyes pull her undressed, which is not a great feat considering the skimpy clothing. Svea understands the far from subtle hint with the fence post and while her site manager is still smearing honey around his bosses' mouths, she carefully slides down from her chair until her knees make acquaintance with the rough carpet.

They'll still hurt in a week. She crawls forward on all fours under the table. The man was so gracious as to open his pants himself before they arrived. His semi-hard-on is already growing out of his fly, hoping to be spoiled by her right away.

Mmmmm. Not bad. It is not only pleasantly thick and long, but also clean. The clerk wastes no time, grabs the man's thighs with both hands and digs her nails into his expensive suit pants. He slides forward in his chair until he's just sitting on the edge so he can spread his legs properly. This makes the task easier for her, which he unspokenly expects of her.

Mmmmm. His lustful sigh is louder than he thought, because her boss interrupts his long monologue for just a moment, only to continue it immediately. From the moment she walked into the conference room with that short skirt and plunging neckline, everyone involved knew what to expect today. Including Svea. That's why, without long foreplay, she immediately put her mouth around the thick glans that is presented