Claiming My Male Secretary : Sinful MILFs 11 (MILF Erotica Age Gap Erotica Virgin Erotica First Time Erotica): Sinful MILFs, #11

By Tori Westwood

When your secretary is a fresh-faced man and you're a mature, confident woman then you have to be careful.  Robert’s due a stern ticking off but I soon turn the tables on him when I find him in my office after hours.

Before long I’m teaching the inexperienced newbie a very hands-on lesson in the demands and needs of the experienced woman.  Soon I’m pumping his virginal length through my sex and I’m begging for his release.  Read how he gives it me in sinful fashion!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tori Westwood
• Release date: Sep 15, 2017
• ISBN: 9781386956303

Tori Westwood

Tori Westwood writes short erotica whenever she finds time between her day-job and her family.  She is still searching for her niche, not yet limiting herself to any particular sub-genre, having penned all manner of fiction.  She is happily married and delights in exploring her own fantasies through her writings.  For updates, follower her on Twitter @ToriWestwood1

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There we go, I said, giving his big cock another rub and getting a good gauge of its size now.

My fingers pushed against his stiff manhood and I made a mental note of the distance my fingers covered as they ran from tip to hilt.

Does that feel good, I asked again, biting at the lobe of his ear.

Yes, he shuddered, letting his body relax.

Good, I whispered.  Good. ...

My hand pulled the waist of his briefs away from his body and I got the first glimpse of his cock before I pushed them down further and took his trousers with them.

His cock stretched up his body, free now and looking impressive.  It was a soft-pink and looked stiff as hell.  When my thumb slid beneath it and I brought my fingers around it I could feel the pulse beating inside it.

It throbbed in my hand and we both examined it together, my face close to his as his mouth hung open and he tried to process everything all at once.

That’s a lovely cock, I said, slowly sliding my polished, red nails along it.  Robert needed the confidence boost but I didn’t need to lie.  It was a big, delicious looking dick and I wanted more than just to touch it.

Th—thanks, Mrs. Curtis, he stuttered, gripping the chair even tighter.

Don’t sweat it, honey, I cooed close to him, kissing at his cheeks now.  Just let me take care of you.

Robert began to do just that and I gripped his manhood with greater purpose now, sliding up and down his fresh length with increased vigor.

Damn, I said, pushing his cock back away from his body so that it stretched out.  Would you look at that?

We both looked as I pointed the tip of his dick away from us.  The barrel of his cock was thick and had several bulging veins coursing up it.  The top was a darker shade of pink and the head was tight with arousal.

I stood up and walked around him.  His eyes nervously came up to meet mine as he