Obsessed With My Mom’s Ex Read Online S.E. Law

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Bad Boy, Billionaire, Erotic, Taboo Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 25666 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 128(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
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Yet, it’s true because Brad’s enormous girth is almost splitting the toy in half as he rams his cock in and out of the ludicrously tiny pretend pussy, his huge, tight balls hitting the desk underneath. Both his spade-like hands tightly grip the toy’s silicone ass cheeks as he rides the plastic ass, his eyes closed as he throws his head back. His moan is guttural, almost stifled. He bites his lip in ecstasy as he quickens his pace, and I realize the alpha male’s trying to be quiet. But why? This is his kingdom, so there’s no reason to hide.

My throat is dry, and my pussy so wet I can feel my labia slide together as I carefully maneuver even more to the left so I can get a better view. That’s when I see several other toys strewn about the office. Holy smokes, what the hell is going on? I had no idea my mom’s ex was such a horny pervert. But indeed, there are a couple of full-sized sex dolls with pouting faces and huge tits lounging about, dressed in sexy lingerie that leaves their big breasts and nether regions exposed. Others are half bodies with just tits and asses, and there’s even one that’s just a long tube. Is this guy for real?

Yet it’s arousing too. The toys are a soft peachy-pink color, and the women are quite lifelike. Of course, their faces are contorted in weird expressions because the eyes are too big, and the mouths posed in eternally open “O’s.” But still, they’re sexy with their big busts, tiny waists, and spread legs. Even crazier, all of the toys in this room have something in common: each of their holes is glistening with semen. Brad’s semen. How long has he been at this? How many dolls does it take to satisfy him?

To my shame, my private parts gush hotly, and I watch with avid eyes as Brad continues his rhythmic rocking.

“Fuck,” he bites out as he continues to ram his rod hard into the pretend pussy. I realize I’m about to see him come. I swallow in anticipation as my pussy clenches in arousal. He pulls back a moment and grips his cock at the opening of the glistening, minuscule vulva, and I realize he’s edging. “Shit,” he groans again. “Fuck!” The veins in his cock bulge as it twitches impatiently, straining towards completion. Then he slowly parts the pretend labia with the angry, throbbing head of his cock and pushes it all the way into the toy.

“Mmmmmhhhh,” he grunts as his balls squeeze upwards and I see his cock pump its load into the silicone pussy. To my surprise, semen comes squirting out of the toy’s pretend asshole, in great ropes of glistening white. I suppose this is a manufacturing design that’s a part of some kind of fantasy?

“Mmmmh,” Brad grunts again as he continues to orgasm, his semen now gushing out of the tip of the toy as well. Then he holds still, panting and sighing in satisfaction, and I know I have to get out of here before he sees me. If Brad catches me up here, I’m sure he’ll kick me out. And since I’ve now graduated high school, he’d be well within his right to. Even more, I don’t want to be forced to leave because things have just started to get interesting.

2

Chrissy

I feel tired today. After what I witnessed last night, I couldn’t sleep. I kept thinking about how hot it was to watch Brad fuck that toy, and as I played with myself, I imagined what it would be like if he did to my pussy what he did to the pretend pussy on his desk. Even after I counted to a thousand in my mind, I still couldn’t calm down. Instead, I tossed and turned all night as I fantasized about Brad’s enormous cock, hearing his deep moans echoing through my head. I woke up feeling exhausted and horny, but work doesn’t wait for anyone. Even worse, today is delivery day, which means plenty of physical labor as I haul boxes and restock shelves at Mickey’s Beauty Supply.

But as I arrange a set of eye shadow pallets on the center aisle display, I’m actually glad it’s delivery day because it means I don’t need to do too much customer-facing work. That would have entailed energy of a different kind, which I don’t have today. Instead, I can sort of just live in my head as I go through the repetitive task of opening boxes, emptying them, and flattening them for recycling. Meanwhile, I replay the images of Brad in my head – specifically, images of Mom’s ex with his sex toys.

It still feels a little dirty to have watched Brad like that, even though Janice broke up with him several months ago. And I also feel a bit bad that I spied on Brad because I’ve never even been up to the top floor before. But just as remorse sets over me, my phone buzzes slightly at my hip.



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