Smut one shots

Work Load

Ariana was lucky and blessed to have her job. She was the secretary of the worlds biggest business man. Nearly double her age, he was still awarded with best looks of the year. It was difficult working near him to say the least.

Although she had a boyfriend whom she loved deeply, her boss was the only one she thought about when she touched herself. Ariana couldn't image how he didn't have a wife or even a girlfriend, practically everyone in the office drooled over him.

He was always invested in his work, sexual means were never on his radar. He sat in his corner office, continuing a project he had been working on for weeks.

Ariana walks carefully to his office, carrying the piping hot coffee he needs every hour on the hour. It was nearly 4 in the afternoon, an hour before she was off and allowed to go home.

Ariana entered his office and placed the coffee cup on his desk. He didn't say a word, grabbing the cup and taking a sip.

She stands, waiting for either a command or a statement, anything from his mouth was pure sex to her. He noticed her presence, wondering why she hasn't left.

For once he actually got a good look at Ariana. He never noticed her perky breasts and slim legs. In fact he was more than intrigued, he was obsessed. A woman like this was less than a couple feet away each day and he never even took a second glance.

Her brown hair was pulled away from her face in a ponytail, allowing him to study her gorgeous face. Ariana felt hot under his stare, but enjoyed her view as well.

"Ariana." He finally spoke, her panties became filled with her innocence.

"Yes sir?" She questioned, smoothing out her dress.

"Shut the door." He commands. Ariana closes the door behind her, locking it to avoid disruption.

"Is something wrong?" She asks, facing him again.

He shakes his head, "No dear. I'd like to ask some questions, please tell me if at any moment I overstep."

She nods, gulping and walking closer to his desk. "Ariana how old are you?"

"26 sir." She answers confidently, hoping she appeared mature to a man like him.

"And do you have a boyfriend?"

"Yes sir." She watches as he stands up, a foot height difference between them.

"Does he make love to you?" His question makes her cheeks turn bright red.

"Y-yes." She mumbles.

"Do you make love to him?" He cocks his eyebrow, watching the young girl look flustered.

"I guess." She questions herself. The room felt stuffy and her panties definitely needed a changing.

"You guess?" He nearly laughs. "And why is that?"

"Maybe I think of someone else." Ariana bites her glossy lip.

"Who do you think of?" He could feel his dick starting to grow, wanting to be released from its constrains.

Ariana turns bright red, her composure changing. "Who do you think of when you touch yourself?" He asks.

"You." Ariana bravely admits. He takes this as his permission to approach her, his hands reaching to her small hips. He guides her to his desk and lifts her  to sit on the edge.

"You think of me?" He bunches her dress above her bellybutton, exposing her sheer undergarment. "I'm charmed."

Ariana's breath hitches, watching his hands glide up from her ankles and down her thighs towards her dripping core.