This is a series of stories about the women of a company that uses a paw print as its logo. I make no representation as to the truth of these stories or who they may or may not represent. * I first met Caroline's husband Ed working in the supply department. He was sort of a quiet guy, about 5' 6" or so, and seemed to work hard at his job. I knew his wife w...
Caleb Houser hadn't slept a wink. He was too pumped up by having effectively succeeded in staying the night where he certainly shouldn't be. The challenge of not getting caught constantly sent his thoughts reeling. So far so good. Snuggling under his left arm lay Molly Indrabooty. The young goddess of perfection slept like a baby after all the sex they had...
Mary couldn't believe her boldness. Here she was sitting in her car in front of her son, Terry's team mate Jeremy's house, thinking about fucking him, again! She thought that her indiscretion of two weeks ago was an isolated incident, but she couldn't get Jeremy off her mind. His hard body pressed against her's and the lustful sex they had shared. She also,...
Chapter 1: Meet Hilary Smith Hilary, thirty two, was the head of the Accounts department in Smith Holdings. Of Seth's four children, Hilary was the least fucked up. She was a tall, pretty brunette. Her colleagues respected her, but she had the reputation of a boring workaholic who barely had a social life. Hilary was a driven person, who was determined to s...
Note: this story is a cuckolding one, but with a mother instead of a wife. There is no incest; the son will never have sex with the mother. Instead, the son is humiliated by the mother's sexuality, a fetish more akin to masochism than incest. It contains elements of humiliation as well as some forced bi. There are some pieces of magic in the story, which cou...
Ashley smiled in contentment and rolled onto her back. It squished under her weight and her cock flopped onto her thigh, dripping with the tiny remnants of her climax. She stretched and sighed at the pop of her joints, then sat up. Yesterday had been something out of an online porn novel. The question of how she hadn't died of dehydration resurfaced as she s...
Upstate New York, 2007 - Day 1 They all kept talking—bitching—about "sloppy seconds" but if you're drunk enough, and these guys were drunk most all the time, you don't really care about dipping your wick into a hole filled to overflowing with other guys' junk. You just stick it in, numbly hump for a few minutes, then make your own delirious contribution to...
It was going to be a long week. My company decided that I needed to spend almost a week in Chicago for additional training. The last time I had made the trip from Philly to Chicago the return trip almost ended in disaster. We had just taken off from O'Hare at about 8 pm and as the plane was climbing we lost altitude. Not just a little but a lot. I looked at...
When first chatting with someone online, there is always that hope the chemistry is there when you meet. The first meeting Tracey and I had included a really wonderful discussion that allowed me to get some insight into where my new friend was coming from. Yes, I let someone talk about themselves. What a great way to make a new friend. Tracey had a pretty h...
Once again, this story is fiction. If the characters remind you of someone it's a coincidence. *** Meagan settled back into her home office chair. She felt the wet spot she'd left there a few minutes ago as she'd fantasized about her life prior to the baby. She had had a career as a personal assistant to a distinguished (and sexy) older gentleman who wa...