9:07 am. February 10, 1998. Somewhere inside A.D.R.E., a secret government facility, located beyond the outskirts of Roswell, New Mexico. A gorgeous young woman slumbers in a chair. The sounds of heavy rain hammering the glass windows and light chatter in the background awaken her. Shaking off a hazy feeling, she sits upright and stares down at her dirty b...
Just one of those girls you laid in bed at night and thought about while you whacked off. Her name was Amanda Beckmen but everyone called her Mandy. She was a cheerleader, president of the school dance committee, the Winter Ball Queen. All of that and she was young, a fresh little thing. If this had been a normal situation I would just have gone up and asked...
Okay, everyone, so sorry I haven't posted in a few months, but things got a little hectic, had to find a new job, etc. But I'm back now and I will try to post regularly, at least once a week. Sorry if this chapter isn't as hot as the previous two, but here it is. ***** 'Why me, just why fucking me?' Those were Kimmy's thoughts as she aimlessly twirled a p...
As I stepped out of the subway station looking for any sign of the building, I made eye contact with a lanky young man standing on the corner with a group of friends. He was a handsome specimen, not much older than eighteen but obviously well-muscled and lean. He grabbed at the crotch of his sweatpants, leveling at me what appeared to be a particularly meaty...
It had been the busiest week since Sir had opened the office and it was now Friday. I had been working for him for almost a year and he had, from the beginning, set out the ground rules clearly. The office was for work and playing was not allowed under any circumstance. Although in the early days I had often fantasized about being under his desk worshiping h...
I was sitting at my desk on the phone with my boss talking about important business when my male secretary, a very strong and handsome man came in with some papers for me to sign. He crossed the floor and placed them on my desk. He looked angry with me and I gave him a questioningly look, to which he returned with a smile. I watched with interest as he came...
What if you could go to work, walk up to any female and say "Strip, turn around and bend over your desk." Can you imagine what would happen? You would get slappedYou would end up in Human ResourcesYou would be fired straight away. What if that didn't happen and it was just a normal day in the office to those concerned. I was walking towards to execs lift...
**All participants in this story are over 18. ***** It was almost the end of their time together. She knew it and tried telling him but he was always focused on just enjoying the moment. And then he came to the basement with her to see where some of their colleagues would be working over the next several months of their ongoing mutual project. She walked...
A cold gust of wind swept into the room from the open window behind my desk. My boss, Charles, sat across from me, tapping his fingers impatiently on his arm rest. There was silence between the two of us and the only sound in the room was that of my chiming clock. My office looked like something out of the 1950s complete with an old mahogany desk, large boo...
What the hell is it she's playing at? I wonder as she breezes by my desk for like the seventh time today, whiffs of perfume in tow. Every time she goes by she turns, pauses almost imperceptibly, and just looks at me before turning on her heel, expensive business suit in a whirl, and walking away. The first couple of times I've tried to ignore her, but eventu...