Claire waited nervously outside his office door. She knew that the job should be hers. Claire had the experience and knew the job inside and out. There was only one thing standing between her and the promotion , the class ceiling that this company had held onto with a steel grip. No woman was ever a district manager. Claire would be the first, if they would...
I had always desired her, wanted her, she had been the woman of my dreams, my fantasy goddess; I had finally screwed up the courage to ask her out on a date, and the memory of her cold, cutting rejection had stayed with me for the two years. The look on her face, the humiliating sneer of contempt on her glossy red lips as she spun on one six inch heel and st...
Shartan: I stopped by Preity's office on the way back. "Hello, Sir!" She stood up from her chair. "Sit, sit!" I motioned her down. She was wearing a short dress which was almost a tube dress except that a ring made of red rubies (not real, I am sure) which looked like a necklace, connected with the top part just below her cleavage and went around her...
Having just graduated from a prestigious university, I looked forward to an academic career. The problem was that although my grades were high, there just was not any high demand for female college professors right now. I was on my own and needed to make some money while I searched for a position. Working as a waitress just wasn't paying enough even with tip...
Ahhhhhhhh. Nothing like a mid day piss. Especially in the fancy ass lobby of your office/apartment building. Right there in my favorite chair. Piss flying on the fucking floor. I own the building, so no pain in the ass bitching about it. I love pissing in front of people. All over people too. I get off on it. They do too. Most of em do. The others... fuck em...
This is a continuation of Being Brittany's Bitch. Please read that first in order to get a feel for the whole story. * I had just been delivered back to Brittany and Chantz by my former wife dressed (technically) in an open, low cut, white blouse, short black skirt, and 6 inch black platform heels. My mussed hair and glasses were stained with my own cum f...
It had been just another mundane day in Ritu's life. She had returned to her apartment from office at 7 PM, cooked herself a light meal and then taken a long shower to wash away her tiredness. Now, in her nightdress, she switched on her laptop to do away with some office work she had carried home. But she had no energy or interest to go through her work now,...
This is my first ever attempt at writing a story. It is based on a fantasy I've had for a long time. Please let me know what you think. ****************************************** I waited anxiously in the room, wearing nothing but my boxers, trying not to get too excited. I had no idea what Diana had planned, only that it was a big surprise and I was to wa...
After Dahlia's admission Jackson didn't mess around. Using her ponytail he dragged her round behind the desk making her crawl along beside him on her knees all while she was whimpering and protesting at him. Despite her admission that she wanted it, it didn't stop her being resistant to him and what was going on. She wanted it, at the core of it all she want...
Author's Note: This story is a sequel to Good Girl: Day One, though you don't need to read it to enjoy this. This story involves pet play, watersports, and humiliation. ***** It was around seven in the evening. Early enough that anyone who stepped out into our yard would have seen a thirty year old blonde woman in a plastic pool as her husband sprayed her...