One Shot Anthology (18+ NSFW)

"Octavia!" Bram called from his office.

The short, petite motherly figure walked through his door, "Yes sir?"

Bram stood, slowly taking in her figure, from her red hair, with two shining silver streaks framing her face, down her fair skin, to her freckled chest, and the hint of cleavage where her blouse's top button held itself together. Trailing lower, his eye followed the curves of her body, her trim waist, her wide hips, and the soft roundness of her ass that made up her figure. She was beautiful, and the motherly vibe she gave off was enough to make his cock rock hard.

"Close the door, please," he asked, his voice low and quiet.

Her heels clicked against the floor as she turned and stepped back to the door. He watched as her hips swayed and the hem of her skirt bounced. Her black skirt stopped just short of her knee, and it flared out with each step, giving him a quick peek at her legs. The door shut with a firm thud before he heard the distinct sound of the lock clicking into place.

This late at night, the office was dead. However one could never be too careful when engaging in the sorts of activities he had planned. She had confided in him last week at the company picnic, while she was drunk. She turned around as he stepped out from behind his desk. He leaned against the edge of his desk nearest her.

"Do you know why I called you in here, Octavia?" He asked, his voice low and husky.

Her breath was quick and fast, her fight or flight reflex screaming for the latter. She nodded, "I have a pretty good idea, sir... It's about my conduct at the company picnic last weekend, correct...?"

Bram nodded, "Indeed it is. Though perhaps not in the way you expect."

Octavia tilted her head, "What do you mean, Sir?"

Bram smirked, as he took a deep breath, "When you confided in me about your home life and your husband cheating on you... did you perchance do that as a means of using me for revenge against him?"

Octavia stared, her mouth agape. For a long moment, she couldn't reply. Eventually, she found her voice, "S-sir, I-I'm afraid I don't know what you mean..."

Bram nodded, "The door is closed. We're both clocked out. Now, off the clock and the record, can you be entirely honest? I will be as well."

Octavia took a few deep breaths to calm her shaking. She walked over to his couch and sat down. She took one more deep breath before looking up at him, her pained heart plain by the expression on her face, "You're right, Sir. I was hoping you'd help me not feel so hurt..."

Bram walked over and sat down across from her, "Call me 'Bram'. We're off the clock. Just two friends discussing personal lives, yes?"

Octavia nodded, "Yeah, that would be good, Bram."

"Good," he replied.

"So, you said you'd be honest too, Bram," Octavia said.

Bram nodded, "Indeed. Now, can you answer my question? Did you want to cheat on him the way he did on you? Or did you want me to help by simply listening?"

Octavia thought for a moment, "I can be completely honest? Speak as I would off the clock?"

Bram smiled and nodded, "Of course. Please, be yourself."

She closed her eyes and tried to calm her racing thoughts before she spoke, "I want you. However you're willing to be had, I want to have you."

"Even off the clock, I have to be careful how I go about this, as your boss. I don't want it to seem like I'm pressuring you. But you can't be effective at your job if you're worried about things outside of it. So however you want me, you can have me."

Octavia smiled at him, "While I appreciate the sentiment, I don't know if I could measure up to what you're used to."

Bram sighed, "What do you mean? I think you're beautiful."

Octavia blushed, "Thanks, Bram. But I'm forty-two, and the mother of two."

"So?"

"So, my daughter is an eighteen-year-old student. My son is a twenty-year-old bachelor. I have stretch marks and cellulite and... well, let's just say, a lot of women would look to be better matches for you than me."

Bram leaned forward in his chair, "Octavia, the woman I see in front of me is not only beautiful, but also smart, resourceful, and strong. She's the sort of woman I wish I could marry, have kids with, and live the rest of my life with. As for the stretch marks and cellulite, they show the life you've led, and the children you've brought into the world. I can't find fault in that."

Octavia looked him in the eye, "I'm also nearly twice your age, Bram."

"Age is just a number, Octavia."

She took a deep breath before her gaze hardened. She stood up and started walking towards the door, "You say that now, but if you had a twenty-year-old college coed, would you be saying the same thing? If you could have a young, nubile girl to mold and train the way you want her, would you still say the same thing about me?"

Bram stood and walked over to her, "you know I would, Octavia. My ex-girlfriend was one of those young, nubile girls you mentioned. She was my age. And while it was fun, I need someone who can stimulate my brain as well as my loins."

"What if you had a twenty-three-year-old with a master's in finance and a mind that could keep pace with yours, Bram?" Octavia asked.

Bram smirked and shook his head, "I'd still pick you, Octavia. Precisely because you're already married. I'm not currently at a point in my life where I want anything real or long-term. Too much of my time is taken by my job. So having you there as a friend-with-benefits would be the most ideal. And wouldn't it also satisfy your desire to get back at your cheating husband?"

Octavia's expression softened. She looked him in the eye again, "You're serious, aren't you?"

Bram nodded, "Entirely."

"Why would you pick me, then?"

"Because you're a stunning woman, inside and out, and I think we'd be great together."

"So... would you want to go on dates?"

"If you want to, sure."

"Would we be exclusive, or would we see other people?"

"Well, you're married, so obviously you have your husband. And if I were to happen to find someone, I'd be free to pursue her. But until there, I'd be content with just you and I, and you and your husband. If that works."

Octavia sighed and took a seat back on the couch, "I want to trust you, Bram. I do. But after what my husband did, it's hard to believe you're serious. It's not every day that a forty-two-year-old mother of two gets told she's a 'stunning woman inside and out'."

Bram sat down next to her, "I'm not going to pressure you into it, but I would like an answer as soon as you know."

After a long moment of silence, Octavia nods and stands up. She begins unbuttoning her blouse, "If anyone finds out about this, I'll have to quit. And you'll likely be forced out as well."

Bram smirked and stood, removing his suit coat, "Then no one can find out about this, can they?"

"Nope," she replied, slipping her blouse off her shoulders. She turned around and presented her back to him, "Unhook my bra, please."

He stepped up behind her and unhooked her bra, then gently kissed her shoulder, before pulling her back against his chest. His hands cupped her breasts, his fingers teasing her nipples. He nipped and kissed her neck.

She moaned as her hand came up to caress his neck, even as his lips explored the curve between her neck and shoulder. She turned to face him, giving him a full view of her breasts that hung a little lower - a testament to her age and motherhood.

"Sorry, they're not as full and perky as you're likely used to."

Bram stepped forward and pressed his lips to hers. When he pulled away, he smiled, "What do you mean, 'used to'? I've only had one girlfriend before. So they're perfect."

Octavia blushed and her cheeks burned, "Thank you."

"You're welcome," he replied, before leaning down to kiss and lick at her breasts. His fingers played with her nipples, as her moans filled the air.

Octavia's hands began loosening his belt and undoing his slacks. His hands went to hers, stopping her. He pulled back and gazed into her eyes, "Tell me, right now what would make you feel the most fulfilled? What's something that's been missing from your life, other than just plain sex?"

She looked away for a moment, trying to decide how best to answer his question, before looking him in the eye, "My husband used to use a pet name for me. He called me his little kitten. I'd meow and purr for him. But it's been years since we've had that kind of relationship. And the last time I mentioned it, he just brushed me off. It's not something you talk about with friends or your boss, so I'm hesitant to ask, but..."

"Then don't ask," he replied, leaning down to her ear, "Just purr."

He began nipping and sucking on her neck, while his hands continued playing with her breasts.

She began meowing, softly at first but slowly growing in volume and intensity, until she was moaning her meows aloud. She stepped forward, out of his grasp, and turned to him. She let out a low purr that sounded more like a growl, before lowering her skirt and panties. She stepped out of her high heels and stood, fully bare.

Bram took in the beautiful sight before him, silently reveling in the lustful, sexual woman standing before him where his shy secretary had stood just earlier that day. His eyes wandered over her well-groomed red bush, down to her thin pussy lips with the inner lips spreading them, creating a sort of trail to the hole within. He removed his shirt and undershirt before lowering his pants and stepping out of his shoes and socks.

She dropped to her hands and knees, crawling over to him, before sliding her hands up his legs, to the tent in his boxers, "Is this okay, master? I'm a good kitty, aren't I?"

Bram chuckled, "I think you're a very good kitty."

She hooked her fingers into the waistband of his boxers, tugging them slowly down. When her eyes rose back to his member, she dropped character, "What... the actual fuck...? You're massive! Easily twice as long as my husband and three times the girth! You're as big as my forearm! I don't know if you'll fit, Bram!" she exclaimed.

"That's alright, we'll work up to it," he said, running his fingers through her hair.

She returned his smile, before leaning into his cock, "Let's see how much of this I can get in my mouth."

She slid her lips down his length, stopping with just the head in. She backed off, "pah! I don't think I can fit much more..."

Bram smiled at her, "Lay on the couch. Legs over the back, your head hanging off the cushion."

She stood up, and followed his instructions, "Like this?"

Bram moved in and knelt by her head. He began stroking his length, and leaned in, rubbing his tip against her lips, "Open your mouth, kitten."

She obeyed, her eyes focused on the massive member in front of her. She watched, her mouth open, as he began thrusting, moving the tip of his cock in and out of her mouth. Slowly, he worked more and more of his shaft in her mouth, and down her throat. The angle provided straight access, making the experience easier for both.

He took her hand in his, "Squeeze if you need me to pull out. Remember to breathe through your nose."

She gripped his hand tightly, as he slowly fucked her throat.

He began thrusting in and out, slow and deliberate until he had established a good rhythm. He began speeding up and was rewarded with her gagging. He slowed his pace, letting her catch her breath. He resumed his rhythm and again sped up. Her gagging continued, and he stopped, pulling out of her mouth when he felt her squeeze his hand.

She coughed and her breast heaved with deep, slow breaths. She looked up into his eyes, "Fucking take me, Bram."

He smirked, "How does a good kitty ask to be fucked?"

She rolled over and got on her knees, lowering her face and sticking her ass up in the air towards him, "Please fuck me, Master?" She pleaded.

"That's a good kitty," he said, stroking her ass, and gently spreading her lips with his fingers. "You're such a sexy little kitten. I don't know If you're ready for such a massive... Task..."

"Master, I want your massive cock inside me," she whined.

Bram positioned himself at her entrance and began pressing forward. Slowly, he inched his way in.

Her eyes went wide, and she bit her lip to stop herself from screaming. Tears pricked her eyes as she struggled under the pleasure-pain mix, while also wanting more.

Bram felt her tense around him, and pulled back, leaving just his tip inside her, "Are you okay, Octavia?"

Instead of replying, she took a deep breath and slammed back against his hips. She clenched her teeth and pounded her fist against the carpet twice as she adjusted. After a moment, she took a pained breath, "Oh, holy fuck... Oh my god, that hurt... but it felt so fucking good, too."

He chuckled and rubbed her lower back, "Take your time, and let me know when you're ready."

She nodded, taking slow, deep breaths. Finally, after a few minutes, the pain had faded and was replaced with pleasure. She rocked her hips back against his. "I'm ready," she breathed.

He pulled back and started thrusting. Her tight tunnel was still a snug fit for his girth, but now the pain had receded, allowing her to fully enjoy the experience. He sped up his thrusts, as he ran his hands along her back, before leaning forward and cupping her breasts.

She moaned loudly, her body rocking in time with his thrusts. "Fuck yes! Fuck me, master! Make me your slut! Make me cum! Oh, fuck! Your cock is incredible! You're gonna make me cum so hard!"

Bram moaned and grunted as he slammed into her tight little cunt.

"What... Do you... Think, huh?! Still tight for a mom?" She asked between gasps.

"Oh yeah," Bram groaned, his thrusts speeding up, "So fucking tight. Like a little glove."

She pulled forward until he slid out of her before she turned and pushed him to sit on the couch. She straddled his hips and lowered herself onto him, taking his full length in one smooth motion. He felt his tip hit resistance when he realized his cock head was pressing against her cervix.

She sat, his entire length inside her, "oh... my... god..." she whispered.

Bram smiled and rubbed her hips, "Does it hurt?"

"Not at all! It feels so damn good!"

Bram wrapped his arms around her, holding her close to his chest, as his lips found hers. They kissed, deeply and passionately. Their tongues explored each other's mouths, as her hips began grinding against his, as his rod waved inside her with her motion.

They broke the kiss, and he looked her in the eye, "Cum for me, Octavia. Cum with my cock buried inside you."

"Yes, master," she said breathily, leaning her head back, and bouncing her hips up and down his length. She moaned loudly, "Oh, fuck yes! Your cock feels so good inside me! Oh, fuck! YES!!"

Her movements grew faster and more frantic. She threw her head back and screamed as she came.

Bram held her tightly, and his thrusts met her pace.

Her legs clamped down on him, and her fingernails dug into his skin. Her scream of ecstasy tapered off before she took a deep, ragged breath. "Oh, fuck, Bram," she whispered.

He chuckled and rubbed her back, "Yeah. That was intense."

She smiled and kissed him, "Mmm, but I'm not done with you, yet. You haven't cum yet, Master."

He smiled, "You don't have to keep calling me 'master' if you don't want to."

She shook her head, "No, it's okay. I like it."

"Alright, then. You're a good little kitten," He said, as he patted her head. She nuzzled into his hand.

She smiled at him and started grinding her hips on him. "You like being called 'master'?"

Bram nodded. He thrust up once, reminding her that his cock was still buried balls deep inside her.

She giggled and kissed his neck, "I'm a very good little kitten, aren't I?"

"Very," he agreed, thrusting into her.

"And do you know how a kitten shows her master that she's feeling loved and appreciated?" She asked, softly licking his neck.

"How's that, kitten?"

"She purrs," Octavia said, before letting out a low, rumbling purring noise.

Bram grinned and kissed her, "Then, please, keep purring."

She continued her soft purring noises as her hips ground on his cock.

His thrusts picked up, as her purrs began to break up into moans. He kissed and licked along her collarbone, and her hands gripped his shoulders tightly. She pressed her forehead to his shoulder, her eyes closed, and her breathing ragged.

"Are you ready to cum, Master?"

"You first, kitten."

Her moans grew louder and deeper. Her grip on his back tightened, her nails digging into his skin.

"That's a good girl. Cum for me, little kitten," Bram breathed, as his thrusts became faster.

"Cum with me, Master. Please. Same time. I don't know if I can keep going. God, your cock is so big, it's difficult to ride for so long..."

Bram chuckled, as he began pounding her hard. His cock throbbed inside her. He pushed off the couch, quickly switching positions so he was on top, pounding down into her in a mating press as her legs locked around his back.

Her moans devolved into a solid scream of pleasure, "OH FUCK! MASTER! I'M CUMMING!"

He stopped his rhythm, pressing into her, his cock head resting against her cervix as his cock pulsed, pumping her full of his thick cum.

They remained in that position, panting for breath. She leaned up and kissed him softly.

"God damn, Bram. That was amazing," she said, breathily.

He nodded, "Yeah, you were."

She blushed, "So... Was this a one-time thing, or should I buy a dildo to help me acclimate to your size?"

Bram pulled back and gazed into her eyes as he brushed her hair out of her face, "Octavia, I want to do this with you whenever you want. I'm always up for it."

She smiled shyly, "That jackass has been cheating on me for years, so I've got a lot of catching up to do."

Bram slid out of her and sat on the couch next to her as she adjusted herself. His cum leaked out and onto the couch. She scooped some up and licked it from her fingers, keeping her eyes locked on his as she did so.

Bram sighed and shook his head, "So, can I ask what kind of proof you have?"

She frowned, "I caught them. On the couch in the family room. He offered me to do whatever I needed to do to make it right. I'm sure he meant a divorce or kicking him out or whatever. But I don't want a divorce, as I told you. It'd be hard on our kids. And I do still love him, despite all of it. But I'm not so much *IN* love with him anymore if that makes sense. He's an asshole. And you're such a sweet, young boy. I honestly wish I could've married you. But I'll settle for this."

Bram nodded and thought for a moment, "So... Any plans for this weekend?"

Octavia grinned mischievously, "Yes, actually. And they involve you. How would you like to come over for dinner? Meet the family. To my kids, we'll just be hosting my boss for dinner. To my husband, well... I really want to rub his nose in it. He cheated on me with a forty-year-old. And here I am landing a guy nearly half that."

Bram smiled and nodded, "I'm all for it, kitten."

Octavia shivered at the name as she leaned in and said in a lustful voice, "When my kids aren't around but he is, call me that..."