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Smells Like Middle Age Desperation [MF]

I’m in charge of a business function that covers several different offices, so I’m often on the road to visit the locations. I kept hearing the name of a new salesperson come up: Linda Marconi. Some of my staff at the office she worked at were becoming very involved with problems she should have been calling into a service desk for. I asked them to redirect her, but then I would hear from other employees that they continued to help her.

I was a little puzzled–these guys usually tried to avoid dealing with people as much as possible. So on my next visit, I kept one eye out to see if Linda would stop by the area where my team was assigned. By noon on my first day there, the question had been answered.

The clicking heels announced her presence and I looked up subtly to see a nice pair of legs. She was wearing a skirt that was too short for an office and four-inch heels. I already had a feeling about what her deal was before she turned to peak into my office. Once I saw the tell-tale overuse of eye makeup and low cut shirt, I knew she was experiencing what I call the “aging stewardess syndrome”: an aging woman who relied on her looks for professional success was not dealing with her decline very well. I didn’t give away that I had checked her out and continued to work. Read more »

Defiling Lily [Mf, Mdom, taboo]

I was born into an organized crime family–not the one you’re thinking of, but we handle our business in a similar way. Our territory was well-established among other well-established territories, so there was little bloodshed. There were men who needed to be corrected here and there, but the people in my area had little reason to complain about violence.

However, by the time I reached my position to lead my family the town was weary of some of the appetites of those who came before me. Greed, lust, and gluttony tended to define their reign. I certainly like the material benefits of my position, but unlike my predecessors I had kept my hands off the young women in my territory. I had fooled around my my share of whores and strippers, but those girls had already fallen. I left the ones who were still pure alone–they just didn’t appeal to me.

That was until I met Lily.

She was working in her father’s bakery after returning from college for the summer. Fairly unremarkable when she left, she returned more mature and had a look in her eye that caught my attention when I went in to pick up a cake for my wife’s birthday. We chatted while I waited for her father to box up the cake and I noticed a concerned look on his face. Read more »

In Bloom, Part II – [Mf, nc, abduction, anal, breeding]

Jason struggled getting through the rest of the day. After the first two periods, he stopped worrying about Monica being discovered; she was quite obedient. The excitement was harder to manage. Between replaying what happened earlier and her smell faintly wafting from the closet, he had a lot of difficulty focusing on his lesson plan.

The school used a staggered schedule, so today was one of the days that ended two periods early. He only had 30 minutes left to endure before he could start putting his extraction plan into action. As the students in the current period were working on their essays, Jason started sketching out the plan to identify any potential trouble spots.

The first part was easy. He was going to grab one of the large boxes and a dolly from the storeroom. Monica was a fairly small girl and he was pretty sure she’d fit in one of those boxes that the new chairs for the library came in. He’d have to fold down his back seat to get the box to fit in his small car, but it should work. Read more »

Taste What I Did to You, Part I [Mf]

These days, I have a lot to lose. I have a marriage that is not fulfilling, but would be very expensive to end. I have a job where character issues mean unemployment. I have people relying on me to disappoint.

But I still have needs I need to feed, so I end up in places like this looking for like-minded people who need to get off.

Lori was 18 and a half when I met her online. I laughed when she told me how old she was because she was still young enough to add “a half.” I had posted a fairly mild ISO-type post that I had some success with, but none of those connections quite scratched my itch.

Within 15 minutes, Lori called me Sir without asking. I knew she was special.

She provided verification photos proving her age and her description of herself were accurate. She was a petite college freshman–barely 5 feet and 100 pounds–with a pretty, but not beautiful face. She was biracial–white and Asian–which gave her some interesting facial features. She told me from the beginning that she would not send any pictures that could come back to haunt her later, but I found myself rubbing myself through my pants all the same as she sent me her suggestive, but tasteful selfies. Read more »