It had been a long day, and a bad day. Mike was riding the metro home to the Vienna stop just like he did everyday--only today he was three hours early. He grimaced while remembering his nasty fat-ass boss who had fired him. The inventory mistake was his boss' but of course Mike had proven to be a great scapegoat. "Fuck 'em" thought Mike as he tried to pret...
"I have to say I am more than happy with you since I employed you as my personal secretary, Simon" my boss Marjorie Skinner endorsed with that lustful look of hers. "You have served me well, you come easily up to my expectations and so I am delighted to say the probation period is over and you can rest assured your employ is not of a permanent nature, are yo...
CHAPTER NINE: PUTTING A BELL ON THE PUSSY "You know, sweetie, I'd do that, anytime you want to try. That's a rather erotic image – you cuming in every orifice." "Truthfully, though, I don't know that I could get up for it." "Why, you've cum three times in a night before. We'd just need to space them. Want to go and try?" "Don't you want to hear my last t...
Jenny was this co-owner, along with her husband Jerry, of the Bize newsagents and grocer store on the corner of Strutton street. It was an up and coming business and just six months after opening the couple took on a part time assistant called Angela. And now, a year on, Angela seemed part of the furniture. At the rear of the shop was the store and the ast...
My nephew Jamal is a hotheaded young buck. Acts crazy, talks crazy. Last week he was on a rant about how happy he was that eight years of B.O. (the 'Big Oriole' he says) in the White House would soon be over. OK, I try to avoid politics, although sometimes it finds me ... Just for the hell of it I sometimes like to get Jamal's goat: I tell him how much I adm...
I feel his eyes on me again. It's been this way since I took over for his aging secretary, Ms. Woods, three months ago. He's constantly undressing me without laying a hand on me. And I wish that he'd lay a hand on me, slide some of his fingers in me, put his cock inside of me, fuck me. As much as I'd like that, he doesn't go that extra step. He just undre...
Early morning Jack lies in his bed tossing and turning. Deep in a dream about Marna, a co-worker at the department store where he works. A busty perfectly smooth dark skinned black woman. Voluptuous, large firm breasted beauty with long black hair. Jack dreams of Marna's big pawty lips dripping wet with anticipation of his cock. Jack's vision is alive in t...
She loved cock, especially her boss's cock. The freedom of divorce and moving back to Miami Beach freed her to experience much more than she could have imagined a few months earlier when she lived and worked in Denver. She hadn't been working for him long, only a few months, but they had crossed several lines and she was unwilling or unable to stop herself...
I knew she was sweating; her heart pounding and her palms clammy as she waited for the train. Her feet close together, her eyes staring at the passengers disembarking onto the platform opposite: anything but to avoid concentrating on the throbbing in her pussy. Anything but that. I watched her wriggle in front of the dozen commuters on our platform, readin...
Friday afternoon, what a terrible bore. Doesn't it seem like it will never end, the clock moving impossibly slowly, the bar across the street crying for your business? I pass your desk, lean over your cubicle wall and see you playing "Free Cell" for probably the hundredth time, your eyes glazed over. I raise my eyebrow and mouth "I'll be back," knowing I ca...