When I was twenty I took a job in a govt. corporation as a messenger while awaiting exam results. Almost all the ladies in the human resources dept. out of which I worked soon became nice and friendly towards me; the young, the not so young, the middle aged and the few old heads. Of course, many of them were friendly for practical reasons - they could get me...
Thank you for the comments on my previous story in this series. Thanks especially to the anonymous commenters whose ideas for more instalments I have incorporated into this sequel. I hope I've done justice to their suggestions. ***** "Ohhhh, wooooooooow," came the low groan over the intercom as I took off my bra and placed it on the pile of my clothes. "Y...
The following story is fiction and does not describe any real person or situation in particular. All characters are at least eighteen. This is the second chapter to a short series based on a very flexible girl in the high school color guard and her college age instructor. I encourage everyone to read part 1 before reading this chapter. Nice or constructive c...
The parcel was about four foot high and about two foot by two foot at the base. It was wrapped in gaudy pink paper and tied up with ribbons of shimmering red silk. The ribbons came together at the top in a large elaborate bow. Tucked under the bow was a card in the shape of a large red heart. The whole package resembled a nauseatingly soppy Valentine's Day g...
When Mary woke she found the dildos had shrunk back to their normal size and the hands were loose. Pulling away from her Daddy Lover she easily slipped off the anal plug and dildos. The groping hands nipple shields also came away. Looking down her body her clit was still huge and it seemed to have grown due to the rough treatment. Thinking back she couldn'...
Copyright Oggbashan June 2020 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. This is a sequel to Missed: Fenian Outrage. **********************...
Waking up this morning I bet you didn’t know it would be the last day you spent here on earth. Climbing out of bed you hit the alarm clock for the third time, you can’t quite place what is wrong, you just can’t seem to get out of bed. Getting ready for work is more of a chore than usual. For whatever reason nothing seems to want to cooperate. Your shower hea...
A presenter walks onto the stage from stage-right wearing a form-fitting white t-shirt and black jeans, he waved to the cheering crowd as they roared. "Well if that wasn't a warm welcome I don't know what is, " he quipped as the cheers died off. "My name is Jordan Fox, I am the Chief Robotics Engineer at General Atomics." James took a pau...
Swan's Song: Birds of a Feather CHAPTER 4 Swan had quite a day already, and it was only early evening. After sleeping in, she, Cardy and Ory all went to get massages. Then she had a perfumed bath, a delectable lunch, followed by a trip to the salon for her nails and hair. She felt like she should have been exhausted, but the whole day was so relaxing that...
Author's Note All characters in this part of the Amy the Exhibitionist series are over the age of legal consent. This part is actually the seventh part of the Amy the Exhibitionist series. Parts one to four are about how Amy discovered her passion for Exhibitionism at the age of thirteen. As Literotica only permits stories about characters over the age of...