What's worse? Waiting in line at the bank or waiting in line at the post office? Both suck, thought Bobby. It's funny how there seems to be no hurry into get people moving. I guess they figure they've got your money, they might as well take your time as well. Bobby Quiff had a wad of cash he needed to deposit, and decided to try his luck right after work, on...
I laid in bed, my cock hard as a rock, staring up at the ceiling. I looked over at my desk. 2:20am. Fuck me... It had been over six weeks since my...encounter...with Victoria. I hadn't seen her since, but that didn't stop my mind from imagining her everywhere. I would just be walking across campus, trying to get to class, and think I see her out of the cor...
It's like this day is determined not to end. My knees ache on the floor and my shoulders are stiff from pushing my tits into the floor, waiting for your return. Even my almost eternally wet pussy is starting to dry out - I can hardly remember the last time that happened. I have no idea how late you are - I don't wear a watch anymore because time is immate...
Jesse sat nervously in the waiting room of the opulent office. He was there for a job interview as a personal assistant. Now at six foot tall with 220 lbs of football hardened muscle he did not fit the description of a personal assistant, but the advertisement on line had been pretty specific about the qualifications for the position and they were looking fo...
The Judge II: Turning the Tables A month had passed since the "party" at which I provided the entertainment for Judge Santos and her friends. I began to feel a sense of relief. I had feared that the party was to be just the first in a series of demands placed on me. In reality, she had blackmailed me. There was no other word for it. Blackmailers usually ret...
She had called the Facilities department an hour ago to have someone move her fax machine and clean up the tangled cable mess under her desk; even though she was told that someone was on the way, no one had shown yet. With a heavy sigh, she acknowledges that it is a long holiday weekend and most people have left already to start their fun but she needed to f...
The court services building is a small squat older building that used to be a dentists office. It's gone through a lot of remodeling in the past without ever really getting set with a plan that is perfect. The city judge has an office there along with a secretarial staff to support him. There is also a front counter where the public comes to pay fines and th...
Greetings all, I wish to thank all who have read, voted, and commented on this series. This story is a work of fiction and fantasy. The events depicted did not and should not happen in real life. Any similarities to real persons are strictly coincidental. I also need to state that everyone in this chapter is above the age of 18. I also wish to thank Steve...
At about four p.m. yesterday, I discovered I'd left my design portfolio on the kitchen counter. I was supposed to meet with the board of directors at 5:30 and if I didn't have that portfolio, I was screwed. So I called my wife, Alora, and begged her to bring it to me. Let me just say—I have an amazing wife. Alora is a gorgeous brunette with a killer body a...
The office door had opened again and Alice had hurried, out giving quill a chance to have a quick glimpse inside. He'd been watching the comings and goings all afternoon. Erica had looked more and more agitated culminating with Maurice from accounts going into her room for a meeting. He had been sat opposite Erica, whose face was like thunder. He had been ta...