Wednesday: Pam 9:12am: 'Give me your landlord's contact details, hobo-trout.' John 9:13am: *Landlord contact sent to Pam* Pam 10:30am: 'Nice man your landlord. We have a lot in common; mainly in agreeing what a total fucking gutter mallet you are! LOL!' John 10:31am: 'Can I ask what you talked to my landlord about, please, Pam?' Pam 11:33am: 'I told him...
Back at the office Sarah tapped on David's door and opened it to let him know they were back. David motioned her to come in so she entered and closed the door behind her. He came round his desk and as he motioned to her to sit down, he opened the door and said to Janet, "We are not to be disturbed Janet." Closing the door again he returned to where Sarah wa...
I woke the following morning to find that Helena had already left. There was a note on the bedside table saying that she had left early to go home and change before going to work. I laid awake in bed for a while taking in the events of the previous day and a wetness crept through my pussy. I wondered if Phil, as he lay asleep beside me, was dreaming about th...
FRIDAY, OCTOBER 9, 2009. By this time I'm used to being given orders at the hotel by both Max and Marie, staff members assuming I'm just casual labour employed from time to time. Occasionally some of the staff discuss the relationship of Max to his PA in my hearing, which I find galling. However it would be even more humiliating if they knew the true situat...
She watches the men come and go. Every night she's stood by the toilets, waiting for them to go take a piss in the hopes that the more fragile among them will give in and fuck her. I'm sat at the bar drinking my fourth beer of the night—some Austrian special, tasting of copper and salt. It doesn't hit me like it used to. I guess I'm growing wise to it, or I'...
He rings me at work. "This is important," he says. "I need to know what colour your cunt is. The outer lips." "Do you want me to go and look?" "Yes." I get up from my desk and go into the women's toilets. There is no one in the cubicles. I lift my leg and balance my high-heeled boot on the washbasin. I hike up my short skirt, pull my black lace knickers...
Copyright Oggbashan September 2018 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. +++ "I'm scared, Harry. I don't want to do this." "You agree...
(This is my first story submission. I hope you like it) * He was only one of few left from a population of ten billion. Like the other scouts, he had been entrusted with ten years of genetic research and development. They had been sent out in various directions from their home planet to find a suitable place to re-populate their race because their planet w...
She breathed a sigh of relief as she walked out the door of her office. Work had been very testing for her and she needed to free up some tension. She headed down the road towards town, her heels click-clacking as she moved. She looked quite conservative in her uniform, she wore tights and a knee length pencil skirt with a fitted shirt buttoned up over her a...
"I go out on Friday night and I come home on Saturday morning." The Bossanova style cover of The Specials classic reminds me I'm supposed to be having fun. It is Friday night after all! I sneak a surreptitious look at my phone. The digital readout says that its only 21.45. The evening is dragging. It's not that the company I'm in is boring exactly, just no...