Caught in the Office – Caught masturbating in the office by a young client. [exhib] [voyeurism]

In the peak of the heat of summer the mercury had risen to a sweltering 37 degrees. The air conditioning in the office had broken and the sweat was running off my body. I had been finishing up some paperwork while waiting for my last client to arrive. It was already well past five and the office was long since deserted.

When the paperwork was done I headed to the office door and pushed it closed. I had obviously been stood up. It was nothing new, actually it happened quite frequently. People forget that I have a life too and I don’t sit and wait for them to call. I dropped back into my chair and reached for the computer.

I thought I would give my client five more minutes or at least until I read a couple of stories from this hot erotic story site I had found. I searched through the new story list eager to find something that struck my fancy or other areas. It was then that I found it, a story about a girl who liked to flash and tease guys in public. A casual flash from under her skirt revealed her lack of panties and modesty. This type of story started a nice warm little fire deep inside me.

Guilty Love — Andrea can’t help her feelings for her sleeping sister.

Things should have changed after being away from home for the better part of a year, that’s what I thought anyway. My first year at university had been different certainly, but not in the sort of grand life-changing way I had hoped for. Returning home at the end of the school year I found everything pretty much same. I may as well not have bothered.

As sisters, and only about a year and a half apart, I grew up sharing a room with Lindsay. That hadn’t changed either and even now as I lay in my bed staring at the ceiling I could hear her soft breathing from across the room. I turned my head to look at her but couldn’t make out much more than an undefined mound where her blanket covered her. To think one of the biggest problems in my life was sleeping in the same room as me.

It sounded terrible when I thought of it that way. It wasn’t like Lindsay had done anything to deserve being labeled as a problem, even just in my mind. She was as good a sister as I could have asked for and I wouldn’t have traded her for anything. I just wished I could fix whatever was wrong with me.

Can’t Help Myself- She’s sitting at the computer playing with herself.

As I write this, I should tell you, that I’m wet. More than wet. Turned on. My skin is tingling.

Ten minutes ago, I was looking for something to put inside me. And fifteen minutes before that, I had been lazily fingering myself. Pulling aside my panties, tugging on my lips, spreading myself apart with two fingers. Left handed. I had a leg propped up on the table to reach myself better. It was easier to thrust my fingers inside me. I touched my pussy like a stranger. Gentle, curiously exploring. Slightly uncoordinated since I was using my off-hand. I was moist. I know you keep lube hidden in the drawer of the computer desk. But trust me, I didn’t need it.

The more I fingered myself, the more I wanted… well, more. When I was done teasing myself, that’s when I decided to find something to fill me. I used the sharpie marker. The thick one. It went in ridiculously easy. I pushed it in and out several times, using different angles. I could feel it sliding around but it was not enough to clamp around. I needed to have something large enough for my pussy to squeeze.

Lockdown Love, I Fucked My Daughter

“You should put some clothes on before you come down here, and stop walking around the house like you were still ten years old. You’re eighteen now Rachael, you should act like it.” I told her, the slightest sternness to my tone.

“But you liked it didn’t you daddy?” She said smiling, toying with me. “Didn’t you?” She said, now pulling at my cheek jokingly, trying to make me laugh.

She always liked to play games. It was impossible to admit that I liked what I’d seen. She was my daughter, how could I?

Being a dad is a pretty tough job, the stresses and strains of bringing up kids can be overwhelming and my teenager daughter had always been a handful. Going through high school it was clear to me that Rachael was an exceptionally clever kid and she would need a lot of money spent on her in the form of private tutors for all of her subjects. As early as ten or eleven her ability far outpaced everyone in her class and even her entire grade and I was rarely able to help her with her homework anymore. She had to change high schools twice before she hit eighteen because every time she went to a smarter one she would soon outpace everyone and eventually need another new high school.

Boner Check- Prankster Sister gets the better of her brother.

My sister really had no choice. She was always destined to be a joker and a prankster.

Our father was a well-known for his sense of humor in his family, always quick with a pun in reply to whatever your question was. My sister clearly inherited that gene. She was born on April 1st, and that just seemed to enhance her humor. And then, there was the matter of her name.

All the women on my mother’s side of our family have Mae as a middle name. Essie Mae, Bonnie Mae, etc. Our last name, courtesy of our dad, is Juneau, just like the capital of Alaska. So, when she was born, my sister was given the name April Mae Juneau. With a name like that, from a family like ours, and being born on that day, she was destined from the start to cause trouble.

Sisters in the Time of COVID19

This is a story set during the Corona Virus outbreak in 2020 (for future readers). Everyone was self-quarantined — even if healthy – and all social functions were shut down until further notice (which had not been lifted at the time this story was written).

Fuck! My senior prom was canceled as was my sister’s Spring Fling Ball at college. The Corona Virus quarantine had kept me home from my last semester of high school and my sister had to move back into our room from her college upstate. My parents were both working from home as their respective companies had closed the offices until the all clear was sounded — which was for some undetermined date in the who-knows-when-future.

So Kristy crowded back into my room, or I guess, “our” room, after unloading all her stuff out of my Dad’s car in the driveway last week. Mom thought it was fun to see her girls back together again after only a few months of my older sister’s freshman year at Roane State. I hate to say it but I didn’t like it at all. Oh, I like — love — my sister but I had gotten very used to having the room all to myself. So I had to clear all my stuff back into the shared quarters of closets and bureaus and night tables to make room for Kristy.

Half Sister — Older brother tricks sister into incest.

My name is Ryan. I grew up in a pretty normal house. My parents divorced when I was eleven and my mom moved my sister and me across the state to start over. My sister and I had a completely normal childhood and grew up to be normal adults.

When I was around 22, I discovered an incest themed chat room and began discussing it with others. It was mostly mother and son or father and daughter but what really got me going was all the brother and sister stories. This experience led me to find more incest chat rooms and to create a fake profile posing as a 19 year old girl who was interested in incest.

A few years later, when I was 27, my sister called me out of the blue and dropped a bombshell. She had gotten the real story as to why our parents had split up; our father had an affair which resulted in him fathering another child. I was in complete shock. I thought she was pulling my leg but she wasn’t, she was telling me the truth.

Brother and sister end vacation with steamy anal action. SISTER’S FIRST ANAL FUCK

It had been a wild night, and morning, but with the coming of the sun, there also came the dread of facing up to what had just happened. I had fucked Alana, my own sister. I had cum on her face. We had pretended to be strangers, but the truth was never forgotten. These explicit details would stay in our memories for the rest of our lives, and I wasn’t sure we could handle it.

For my part, I had wanted this, even obsessed about it, for quite a while. And I knew Alana wanted this to some degree even before we got naked together. So separate, left to our own minds, we could survive this and move on, though to where was a mystery. Together, however, I didn’t know how we’d handle it. Our relationship with each other, which had always been the innocent brother/sister thing that everyone has, was permanently destroyed. How could we continue to see each other, both at work and at home, with the vivid memory of sex hanging over our heads?

Would it tear us apart, or bring us together?

Daddy’s First Experience, His first time with his sweet daughter.

I had woke up early one Saturday morning, going into the kitchen and making some coffee. Sitting at the table, thinking of making breakfast, but thought I would wait for Rebecca, my 20-year-old daughter to wake up. My wife had left several years ago, leaving me to bring up Becca alone. Becca was a beautiful girl, soft hair, great little body, and such firm perky little titties, she was going to make some guy extremely happy one day.

I hear the sound of her coming into the kitchen and turned to look towards her. She was running her fingers through her hair, and yawning. I could see her thighs as her rode parted while she walked in, and the little tease of cleavage she was showing with her arms raised.

She walked over to the table and jumped up on it, sitting right next to me. Her robe slipped open some, and showed more of her thigh, and just a glimpse of her sweet pussy lips.

“Good Morning baby” I said to her.

“Morning daddy, did you sleep good last night?” Becca asked me.

“Not to bad, just didn’t seem to be asleep long.” I told her.

Into the Bushes – Two strangers respond to an instant attraction.

Lilah was just swinging up to the intersection at Nancy Ct, about a block away from her condo with the morning sun low at her back, when she saw the other woman moving. That’s all she saw at first, too: motion. The quick strides of a pair of long, sleek legs, chopping over the road, turning onto Nancy with a purpose.

Her gaze lingered on the legs for awhile before moving up, seeing loose cargo shorts beneath a blue tanktop. Nice body. “Hey!” she called impulsively as the woman headed up Nancy. Where the hell was she going? “That’s a dead end, you know.”

The legs slowed, but they didn’t stop, a broad smile turning toward her underneath big sunglasses and a cap. “There’s no such thing as a dead end when you’re on foot,” the other woman called. Then, at last, as the woman got a better look at Lilah, the legs did stop. “Just depends on how much effort you want to put in.”