I Want to Be Taken [Dominant Man Erotica]

I’ll let you in on a little secret, fellas. While your lady loves flowers and chocolate, compliments and sweet nothings, sometimes she wants to be taken by a rugged, dominant alpha male.

Ladies, you already knew this, so if you truly get off on being taken, the following stories are for you…

-Taken By an Older Man
- White Girl Plowed Beneath the Office Desk

Taken By an Older Man:

Sheila is about to learn a lesson she'll never forget.

She's a college student staying with her soccer coach for the weekend for a camp. Coach Johnson's wife is out of town, which prompts Sheila to flirt with him endlessly. After she flaunts her stuff around the house, Coach Johnson is horny to the point that he can't take it, and teaches Sheila a lesson she won't forget, nailing her hard on and rough.

EXCERPT:

Sheila poked out her lips in a pout—not surprising.
Coach Johnson kept his eyes on the television, glad that he made his point. He adjusted his cock in his sweat pants, as he was sporting a semi-erection.
After a few commercials, Sheila spoke up.
“I have a question, Coach,” Sheila said.
Coach Johnson was annoyed, so he kept his eyes on the television without even making eye contact with Sheila. Her voice was sweet and playful, so he knew that she was going to be playing games. Against his better judgment, he chose not to ignore her.
“Yes, Sheila.”
“Is this enough clothing?” she asked.
Coach Johnson turned to Sheila to see what she was talking about. His jaw almost hit the floor.
She was laying stomach first over the edge of the couch, with her shorts rolled down to her thighs, exposing her round, naked ass.


White Girl Plowed Beneath the Office Desk:

Diana had never been with a black man before.

When refereeing the company flag football game, she cheated in order to help Raymond, a chiseled mahogany man with the body of a god, win the game for his team. As Diana snuck off to the office to change out of her skimpy referee outfit, Raymond demanded answers on why she helped him win.

Diana admitted her crush, which was liberating--she had found it difficult to concentrate at work, due to nonstop fantasies of his brown flesh against her milky white skin, his bulbous manhood exploring every opening in her body.

What follows is a steam encounter, filled with sucking, massive black steel, doggy style, sixty-nine, ball sucking, rug burn and rocking the office desk until Raymond blesses her with the sticky fruit of his loins.

WARNING... This story is HOT, HOT, HOT! If you've ever dreamed of interracial lust, be prepared to for stimulation that you never thought possible by reading a story. It's nearly 5,000 words long, and filled with descriptive action that will turn you on to the point that you'll be naked before you get to the end of the story.

Excerpt:


Raymond stalked Diana from behind and squared around to face her, not allowing her coy retreat.
“You knew I dropped the ball, didn’t you?” he asked.
Diana glanced at his eyes briefly, but couldn’t hold eye contact, so she shifted her focus to his shoulders, which were—so damn muscular.
Damn it, focus, Diana, she thought to herself.
With him looking down at her, her eyes scanned down to his perfectly perky pecs, and down lower to his chiseled abdomen, which poked through his form fitting t-shirt like a superhero. His skin tone drove her nuts more than anything, because Diana was pretty fair skinned, even for a white girl. She tanned every now and then, but more than anything enjoyed her vanilla complexion. She’d be lying if she said that she didn’t picture what type of beautiful mish mash of color they’d create with Raymond on top of her … inside of her.
Shit. I said focus!
Diana shook her head, physically making herself snap out of the dirty little fantasies that she was shifting into. Her butt muscles clinched as she stood up straight, and was determined to make eye contact with this sexy brown man in front of her. She turned her face toward Raymond’s and replied.
“Do you want the truth?” she asked.
Raymond cracked a perfect smile, displaying his rows of pearly whites.
“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” he responded.
“Yes I saw you drop the ball. Happy?” she said, before turning her back once more, digging into her purse for her keys.
“Why?” Raymond responded immediately.
“Hm?” Diana responded, as if she didn’t hear him.
He walked toward Diana and placed his hands on her hips.
Oh my God, Diana thought to herself, the alarms ringing in her head.
She felt a bulge against her round buttocks...