Midnight Raunch is the erotica digest released at Midnight Showcase. This line will be for the higher level of sexual fantasy, and this story is hot and heavy, and not for the faint of heart.
– The First Launch –
Slave To Love, Anna Fallon
When the end of submissive Marissa’s three-month trial period with Dominant lover Rick nears, she’s ready to do anything to see that he keeps her.
Master Husband, Anna Fallon
Becoming a motorcycle cop might prove very exciting indeed for Steven Barret. His fetish for leather comes out with a surprising gang member.
Orola, the Warrior Priestess, The Kiir, Herbert Grosshans
She found shelter and love when she needed it. For a short time, she was happy and ecstatic to be part of a miraculous transformation.
Buttered Fingers, Mae Powers
Kitty wanted to make her fantasy a reality; but she needed to find just the right man for her unusual, but pleasurable whim.
Getting It On, Mae Powers
Johnny has desired Sarah for a long time now. He’d love to make this hot babe completely his. Problem: Does she want him too?
Ten and Counting, Randall Lang
It’s been ten years since she has seen her old school friend. Their reunion ignites V-E-R-Y adult feelings, and in a restaurant of all places.
Marissa whizzed into the bank just seconds to spare. Shit! Fucking nearly late again! That old bastard will be sacking me at this rate! Her boss stood waiting for her at her desk. She knew her boss loved to look at her body and fantasize about fucking her. His eyes said it all.
Everyone in the office thought her to be quiet; it amused her to remain so straight laced at work and be such a slut at home. What they don’t know wouldn’t hurt them anyway. None of their business how I like to be fucked. Feeling a little hot under the collar, Marissa raced past him to her desk, checking her list of things to do.
Glancing up, she saw he stared at her and was going to say something. Here we go old Reggie on the warpath, doubt he’s ever had a decent root in his life!
“Miss Black…Where have you been?”
Out sucking my boyfriend’s cock, that’s what she wanted to say, “Got caught in traffic, Mr McDermott.”
His swollen lips stretched over his large white teeth. “Well…you were almost late again and I won’t suffer tardiness, Miss Black!”
Lick my asshole, you jerk-off! “Yes, Mr. McDermott, I’ll be more careful.” Marissa always hated the way his red lips glistened, always looking slobbery, and he smelt too much of aftershave. Poor fucker.
Sometimes Marissa teased the shit out of him. Knowing it was wrong only made it more fun; the boss wanted to fuck her, she played up to him for fun and told Rick all about it when she would see him later. He loved to hear about it and spank her afterwards making her tell him she wanted to fuck Mr. McDermott. But she never would, no way. No-one could compete with Rick, he was superb. She had no idea why she loved being humiliated in that way or why it turned her on so much.
All Marissa knew was that she loved Rick and, wanting him to be happy, would do anything for him. It wasn’t just the sex though. Out of the bedroom, he was as gentle as a lamb. Always looking out for her and surprising her with gifts. Only ever wanting a man who could be relied upon and who gave her an emotional place to fall, Marissa felt maybe forever wouldn’t be too long with Rick.
Tapping away on her keyboard, she wondered when Rick would call to see her next. Having never even discussed moving in, it was far too soon to think of anything more serious than hot, delinquent sex.
However, judging by experience, men generally didn’t stick with the raunchy sex girls. They were often being passed over as mates for life. Okay to fuck them every which way, but no good to take home to Mother! Where do men get off judging the quality of a woman by her sexual escapades anyhow? If the women were sluts, so were the men who had multiple partners.
Tapping away, tapping away, not paying the slightest bit of attention to the work being done.
“Marissa! Would you please join me in my office for a moment?”
The old fart, wants another perve, I suppose. Still she guessed he wasn’t any older than fifty-five, still thirty years her senior. She walked over to his office door, which was ajar. Remembering her knickers were gone caused a quiet chuckle under her breath. Give the old goat an eyeful that should fix him for a while!
“Yes, Mr. McDermott.” The phone rang just then, all the other girls looked busy on the other lines. “I’ll just take this call, shall I?” she asked, peering around the door.
Seeing him nod his approval, Marissa went back to her desk and picked up the phone. “People’s Bank, Marissa speaking, how may I help you?”
“Is that my horny little spunk rat? How is that luscious twat of mine, ready for a good fucking?”
Recognizing the voice immediately, the heat burned between her legs. “Rick! H-how can I help you, or maybe you could just help
“What are you doing? Fingering yourself under your desk, I bet! Are you touching that delicious clit I licked like a lollipop earlier? Mmmmm…tasted sweet as honey too.”
Her pussy throbbed as he reminded her of this morning, less than two hours ago. “Rick! Stop that! I have to go take notes with the boss, last thing I want is to be horny!” Speaking quietly so as not to divulge her conversation with the others.
“Why not be horny, why not be slutty with him, you might get a promotion!” Rick asked.
“Blech! Old Reggie is gross! He has a good look whenever he can anyway. No, thank you, you are the only man for me!”
“Fuck him!” Rick served up the order matter-of-factly.
“What?” Marissa answered.
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