“New Sexcretary” – A delightful new erotica tale!

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Hello hello hellllooooooo all you wonderful erotica fans out there! I’ve got a bangin’ hot new story for you to enjoy today, “New Sexcretary.” It is, as the title so subtly implies, the sequel to the original “Sexcretary” which came out about a month back. This hot tale continues the adventures of one Albert Stout as he tests out his incredible powers of control on hot babe after hot babe, forming a harem to rival that of the mightiest sultan.

This particular story follows Francesca, a hot model who’s probably just a LITTLE too arrogant for her own good. Don’t worry though–Albert is quick to put her in her place. This hot number is for anyone who gets a kick out of bdsm, sex slaves, harems, breeding, barely legal shenanigans, virgins, mind control/bimbo transformation, and so MUCH MORE! I think you’ll just love it, particularly if you’ve loved the first in the series. But hey, try it out anyway if you didn’t! Of course I want you to read everything I write.

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SO! If you’re in the mood for some hot female submission to an unstoppable man with a big virile cock, look no further than “New Sexcretary” today!

Here’s the Official Blurb:

Young, beautiful Francesca is a promising model and actress, with an incredible body that makes men and women drool. When she signs on at NewLife Tech, she thinks it’s just a job to pay some bills before she hits it big. But all the women at the office act strange: they prance around like mini-skirted pleasure drones for the boss, Mister Stout, who is the veritable king of his domain. Each of his female employees is gorgeous, servile, and extremely fertile…and many are already pregnant from his seed. Each is dying to fulfill Stout’s every last erotic wish. And as Francesca spends more time in the office, she finds herself acting more and more like these gorgeous lovepets, whether she likes it or not.
If she can’t find a way to extricate herself from the blissful influence of Mister Stout’s impossibly huge, virile masculine member and the trances from his mysterious computer programs, she’ll become a happy, brainless, sex-obsessed breeding servant…forever.

 

Excerpt:

There were so many beautiful women—and they were everywhere. They were warm, and smiling, and exuberant, and their skirts were tight and short, and their heels so tall, and all of them with such long thick hair and smoky eyes, promising all manner of erotic delights if only Francesca had the gall to propose something to them…

Dearie?” said Mandy, sliding her ringed fingers across her cleavage, catching Francesca’s eyes. “What is it you don’t understand?”

How about, thought Mandy, why I need to jump your bones so hard that we’ll both be out of commission for a week?

She tried to recall her original confusion. This was a confusion in itself—there was a great deal that her mind had trouble making sense of lately.

Yesterday,” Francesca protested, “you had me alphabetize this pile. Now you want me to scramble it? Why?”

Because that’s what Mister Stout wants, dear. Is there a problem?”

What Mister Stout wants. She felt weak in the knees. It was what a Man wanted. What the Man wanted.

Somewhere, deep in her brain, she had a very firm grasp of the fact that she had a boyfriend. But he seemed…rather distant, didn’t he? Not pressing. Not as real as Mister Stout.

She licked her lips, breathing hard. Unbeknownst to her, her nipples began hardening, and her fingers slid over her blouse, unbuttoning a button so that her level of tit-covering matched Mandy’s.

No. There’s no problem. None at all.” She smiled, trying to match the incessant, eager cheer that Mandy sported. She could feel herself getting happier as she smiled. Like there was some kind of Pavlovian response happening. “And if I do well…you’ll tell him?”

Yes, dear. Of course I will.”

Mandy stepped forward, sliding a hand onto Francesca’s hip. Francesca’s lips parted slightly, a moan escaping her suddenly.

In fact,” said Mandy, smiling coyly. “I’ll be sure to tell him all about you.”

She gulped. “What do you mean?”

You’re looking so beautiful today, Francesca. Don’t tell me you haven’t thought about good you look.”

Oh. Well I…I mean, I just want to fit in. Everyone’s so…so pretty…and…”

Mandy stepped very close now. Her scent was intoxicating. Francesca found her so pretty. Like a close friend, or…even better, like an older sister.

Yes. Like a hot older sister who teaches you how to kiss when you start wondering about boys. She takes you into her bed and you do practice make-out sessions for hours, only they’re not just practice, they’re something more. And your pussy gets all wet and your thoughts get so confused, but it’s the good kind of confused, the sort that makes you ache for days, and—…

 

 

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