Sometimes it gets too hot inside of the buildings, and we have to go out and open a hatch on the roof. We open this hatch from inside the building. To access it, you have to climb 170 feet, on a ladder, to a 4ft by 4ft platform. This is a shit job, and as a Supervisor, I basically have to bribe someone to go up there. But, on this evening, to show my guys the type of leader I am, I will go up and do it. Also, because the building is so dirty, there is a chance that we might let something hazardous escape when we pop the top, someone from environmental compliance has to go up too. And who is on tonight? Sarah, well how about that.
It’s seriously dirty up there. We have to wear anti contamination suites over our scrubs. An anti contamination suit is a fancy way of saying plastic trash bag. It is hot, so hot we have go up to the top of this building and let some heat out. Add to that a second layer of clothes that are designed to not breathe, and a 170 feet climb up a ladder. By the time we reach this tiny platform, we are both dripping with sweat. The quarters are tight, and have to stand close, maybe not as close as we are standing, but it has to be close. I can see sweat running down her neck, into to the top her suit, and I imagine it winding it’s way down her chest, into the valley of her breast, and soaking her bra. I want to fuck Sarah.
I’m hard. I have an erection from thinking about the salty sweat collecting on my friend and coworkers tits. The trash bag suit is thankfully loose fitting, so it’s not obvious that I am hard. Until she brushes past me to take her samples. As her leg drags across my dick, she stops, looks me in the eyes, and then moves again, maintaining eye contact until she is no longer touching me. We continue working, maintaining some kind of body contact the entire time. Occasionally we are positioned just right for me rub it directly on her ass. Unfortunately, we can’t hang out up here dry humping all night, we have work to do. And the heat is getting to be unbearable. When I finally pop the hatch, a chimney effect causes air to rush out of the roof. This strong breeze evaporates the sweat covering our bodies, it gives us both goosebumps. I can’t see her nipples, too many layers, but I know they are rock hard.
We have to remove our anti contamination suites in a special area, it’s a production, takes forever. We have both sweat completely through our scrubs, and need to change. She says she’s heading back to her work area, which is on the the way to my work area, so we walk together. We get to her desk, and she looks around, “no one else is here, but keep a look out just in case.” She pulls off her scrub top. It’s soaked, and so is the tank top she has on underneath, they stick together, and she makes no effort to prevent revealing her sports bra. It covers more than a bikini top, so I have seen more of her flesh than I am seeing right now. But that was swimsuit, at a pool, it’s ok that I saw that. Everyone saw that. This is a bra, and we are at work, and no one is supposed to see this. That’s what makes it so exciting. I’m getting hard again, but I no longer have on trash bag parachute pants to hide my lust, so I sit. She already has a new scrub top on, and with a perfunctory look around, she removes her scrub pants. Athletic style shorts, I’ve seen women run 5k’s in these, I’ve watched them do squats at the gym in these. This does not qualify as me seeing Sarah in her panties. She hooks her thumb into the waist band of her shorts and pulls the fabric away from her skin, then lets it go. It snaps back against her still wet skin with a sweat spraying pop. Some of the sweat lands on my face, some of it is on my lips, I can’t resist the urge to lick it off. My dick is hard, and hot, sticky against my thy. I adjust myself, and try to make the outline of my cock less visible. All the touching and fondling of it I’m doing just gets me more excited. Thank god I’m drenched, otherwise the pre-cum soaking through my pant leg would be visible. We start talking about weekend plans, and the paperwork we have to do for the job we just did, and I want to fuck Sarah. Right here, right now, on her desk next the picture of her husband. I want the lick the sweat out of her asshole, pinch her nipples until she squeals a little.
Author: Xkcd38
Twins at the Circus [M/F/F] [no sex] [humiliation]
I did not bang a set of conjoined twins performing at a circus. That would be a much better story. I went on a date to the circus with a girl who has a twin sister. This story does not end with me having a threesome with them, which, again, would be a much better story.
They were identical twins, Michelle and Danielle. They were not the type of twins that went out of their way to dress alike, they didn’t wear matching clothes, or style their hair the same way. Have you ever seen a movie where the female protagonist has to have a makeover, and she goes to opposite extremes? It was like that. One of them, Danielle, the one I was seeing, looked like a librarian meets 90’s grunge. The other one looked like the slutty section at Hot Topic.
Sex Squad Six [F/F][M/F][Murder][Campy]
The six young women sat in the bow of the cramped little boat, three on each side. They were so physically close to each other that the knee of one girl was in between the legs of the girl across from her. The gentle rocking of the boat causing them to grind on each other. They were so emotionally close to each other that they didn’t mind this at all, they actually enjoyed it. A little soft sensuality before the hard business of killing got started. But they were almost at the spot where they were to “release the driver,” and it was time to get serious. Jasmine silently gave the signal, and Trina and Sarah leaned in to each other and started making out. Deep, hard, passionate kissing, tongues down each other’s throats, hands all over. Sarah grabbed Trina’s breast, and pinched her nipple through her thin shirt, both girls feeling the tingle of excitement rising in between their legs. The driver had barely taken his eyes off of the ladies since they boarded the boat, but Sarah and Trina now had his full and erect attention. You could have put a gun to his head and he would not have looked away. But that wouldn’t be necessary. Carissa simply eased her way to the back of the boat, and with one firm shove, the driver was overboard. The unexpected shock of hitting the water was so great that he immediately gasped for air, filling his lungs with salty water. He drowned before Trina’s nipple had a chance to soften.
Carissa took over driving and brought the boat within a mile of land. The sun had finally set, and under the cover of darkness they swam to shore. Their destination was a private resort on the other side of the island, about a three mile hike. The dense jungle would slow them down, but they had plenty of time. This was a smash and grab job, and they would be out of here before first light.
After half an hour of walking, Jasmine gave the signal to stop. “Thank God,” whispered Lydia, “I’ve had to pee since we got on that damn boat.” The other four girls nodded in agreement. “Fine, but let’s make it quick, we are moving again in five minutes.” Without even a hint of modesty, all six women pulled down their pants, and squatted. This level of intimacy was perfectly natural for them, they had spent every minute together since their training began. There was one common bathroom in their barracks, and their showers were always communal.
“Jesus Fucking Christ!” She was too well trained to let out an actual scream, but the others could hear the pain in Lydia’s muffled voice. “Something bit me,” Lydia managed through gritted teeth. “What?” demanded Jasmine, more than a little annoyed. Lydia saw the large, flat head of the cobra she had accidentally pissed on slither away, “a cobra.” “Someone is going to have to suck the poison out,” Lydia said with a hint of reluctance in her voice. As the squad’s medic, this job normally would have fallen to her, but she wouldn’t be able to get her mouth to the bite. “Why can’t you do it,” Nicole voiced the question on everyone’s mind. Lydia was almost laughing when she said “It’s my vagina, a cobra bit me on my clit while I was pissing in the jungle. Now, who is going to suck the poison out?” Simultaneously, and a little too enthusiastically, Nicole, Carissa, Trina, and Sarah all said “I’ll do it!”
Speaking to all of them, but with her eyes locked on to Lydia, Jasmine said “that’s a good idea, it will go faster if you take turns, Nicole, you’re first.” Nicole is second in command, and Jasmine’s favorite, no one was surprised by this choice. Nicole dropped to her knees in front of Lydia, and carefully pulled her pants the rest of the way off. “Seriously, on the clit?” Nicole asked. “Seriously.” Nicole encircled Lydia’s clit with her mouth and sucked as hard as she could. Her mouth filled with the taste of blood, and something acidic. After a minute she hopped up, and Carissa went down. Nicole had removed all the venom that was going to come out, so all Carissa tasted was pussy. She was sucking and licking, and Lydia’s body began to respond to the pleasurable sensation. As intimate as they all were, and as much time as they had spent around each other naked, it was surprising that they had never sex with each other. But they hadn’t, Lydia and Sarah had come the closest, and they only stopped themselves because of professional respect, not a lack of desire. When Trina’s turn came she had given up even the slightest pretense “sucking the poison out,” she was just eating pussy. Long slow licks all the way up Lydia’s lips, swirling on her clit. The situation was getting to Lydia. Laying on her back, having an oral sex train run on her by her closest friends in the world, in a jungle on a remote island, on their way to steal some secret information and kill anyone that tried to stop them, it was a producing a lot of adrenaline. Lydia’s heart rate quickened, her breaths shortened, she was visually in the throws of pleasure. Sarah all but pushed Trina out of the way, eagerly diving into Lydia’s soaking wet pussy. Normally soft spoken, and laid back, Sarah was taking control now. She rammed two fingers into Lydia’s tight vagina. Then, using vaginal fluid as lube, slid one finger into Lydia’s asshole, and left the other in her pussy. Lydia’s muscles began to tense up, she was shaking involuntarily, her breaths coming in short, shallow gasps. Nicole, Carissa, and Trina watched, hands down their pants, trying to urge Lydia to orgasm by creating their own. Sarah was furiously pounding away at Lydia, and then Lydia froze, suddenly her shallow breathing stopped, her body completely stiffened, Sarah knew this was it, her friend was almost there, she just had to push her over the edge. Jasmine knew what was happening, what the girls were doing, and she it let it go on, there was no other way. Sarah forced a third, then fourth finger into Lydia, two in her pussy, two in her ass, she knew could do it, she knew she would cum, she had to cum.
Enough venom had already entered Lydia’s blood stream to kill her. Raising her heart rate through sexual stimulation had just ensured that more of the neurotoxin would reach her brain faster. What the girls had thought were orgasmic spasms were actually death throws. When Lydia stopped moving, it was because she had died. Sarah had been unknowingly licking and fingering a corpse for the last two minutes. And the others had watched, getting off to it. Sarah jerked away from Lydia’s body, finally realizing what was happening. She turned to Jasmine, “You knew! You knew it would kill her,” Sarah voice was full of pain.
“It was the only way. It was either this, or she die an hour from now, in excruciating pain,” Jasmine replied. They all knew it was true. Cold, hard, and ugly, but true. They each in turn knelt beside Lydia’s body, for only the briefest of moments, and then continued their hike through the jungle. They left Lydia’s body laying unceremoniously on the jungle floor, half naked, her legs still spread like a common whore, her face twisted in an expression that could be either pleasure or pain.
They hiked on in silence, none of them able to remember the last time all six of them were not together. After another hour, Jasmine once again signaled for them to stop. “Ok, the resort is about a hundred yards east of here, there is a beach just through these trees. We need a good distraction, to lure the guards away from the gate. I’m thinking ‘damsel in distress’. You got this, Carissa. Nicole, back her up. Sarah, Trina, you are with me, we will watch from the treeline, see you in five.”
Carissa is short, and petit, her size makes her immediately seem nonthreatening. Her cute face and amazing tits are like a magnet to any man. She was practically made for Damsel in Distress. She and Nicole made their way towards the beach, carefully staying out of site. Carissa stripped off all of her clothes, and handed them to Nicole. The moonlight amplified the contrast between her pale skin and dark areolas. Nicole had seen her nude countless times, but tonight Carissa looked stronger, even more impenetrable because of her nakedness. They nodded to each other, and Carissa crept towards the water. She swam out about 50 yards, and let the waves wash her naked, helpless body to shore, right in front of the guards at the gate.
The two men assigned the midnight gate watch were about as competent as you would expect. Their sole function in life was to call someone if they saw something. “Hey, is that something in water?” “I don’t know, maybe, go check it out.” “Should we call it in?” “Why? So I can get bitched at for waking everyone up because some trash washed up on the beach. Fuck that.” “Yeah, I’ll just go see.” Halfway to the water the guard was able to recognize the shape of a body. His fight or flight response kicked in and turned to run back up the beach and tell the other guard. But he thought he had seen something else. He turned back, and slowly approached the body. A few steps closer and he was sure, he looking at the fully nude body of an extremely attractive woman. Young, long black hair, a full, thick bush, perky tits. His primal instincts now drove him toward her. He grabbed Carissa by the ankles and pulled her out of the water. Straddling her, he placed his head on her chest, his face in between her breast, listening for a heartbeat or the sound of her breathing. Carissa just lay there, pretending to be half dead and unconscious. “Fuck, she’s barely alive.” The guard slapped Carissa hard, right across the face, to try to revive her. She had been conditioned to endure far more pain than this, and just continued to lay there, motionless. The guard turned to signal for the other guard, who begrudgingly began to slowly make his way down the beach. The guard placed his left hand on Carissa’s breast, and started stroking his dick through pants with his other hand. More than hard enough, he nearly ripped his pants open trying to get his dick out. He spit in his hand and rubbed it on Carissa’s pussy. He had just forced his dick all the way inside her when the other guard arrived. “Holy fuck, is she dead?” “Nope, she’s alive, but just barely.” “Well hurry up, I want to do my first one before she goes.” The guard was pumping away at Carissa, and she let him. She had had her toys, and her fingers, but this was the first real dick she had had in months. She felt him change his pace, slowing a bit as he approached his orgasm, she slowly, groggily opened her eyes. He noticed her coming around and was about to say something when she broke his nose with a headbutt, spraying blood across her face and bare tits. She grabbed his chin in one hand, and the back of head with the other and snapped his neck. He died instantly, still hard and inside of her. Before the other guard could draw in the breathe he needed to cry out, Nicole open his throat from behind him with her knife. They drug the bodies off to the treeline, Carissa looked like a warrior princess, naked, and blood splattered, standing over her kill.
Twice, because it’s her birthday [>18][rape][trigger warning]
Ray-
36 years old, medium/average height, 5’10, medium/average build, 150lbs. He made detective at 34, the first year he was eligible, a fact that he prides himself on. Married, two kids, a dog, and a mortgage. He drinks cheap bourbon, and black coffee. In a word, unextraordinary.
Riya-
18 years old today, average height, 5’3, slim build, 100lbs, runs cross country for the highschool, not good enough for a college scholarship, but that doesn’t matter because she has the grades. Bright, cheerful, with dark skin, and silky hair, pretty, but not in an obnoxious way. She is first generation American, and carries the remains of an Indian accent. Normal, a perfectly normal teenager.
The Town-
Too small to be called a big city, but with all their problems. Too big to be called a small town, but still acting like one. There is the wealthy side of town, Forest Hill, with it’s tree lined streets, shaded sidewalks, bike paths, Soccer moms and SUVs. Private schools, coffee shops and gated communities. Riya lives here with her family. There is the poor side of town, Bellevue, with boarded up windows, liquor stores, and pawn shops. This is where Riya’s father owns all of his businesses, mini-marts and the like.
Soak Session [>18][M/F][soaking]
Colin and Tara are in Colin’s apartment, playing a video game. They are coworkers, and very, very close friends.
Tara: I’m enjoying this, don’t get me wrong, but how is it possible? Where’s what’s her name?
Colin: Her name’s Bonnie, and I know that you know that, I don’t know where she is, probably at home, she’s pissed at me.
Tara: (very sarcastic) Uh oh, what did you do?
Colin: (actually annoyed) I didn’t do anything, it’s her fucking fault, and she can stay pissed until she figures that out.
Tara: (now serious) Oh, sorry, you are actually upset. What happened?
Colin: Nothing, nevermind, it’s not important. I really don’t want to talk about it.
Tara: When someone doesn’t want to talk about something, they don’t say ‘I don’t want to talk about it,’ they just keep their fucking mouth shut. Now, (jokingly) what’d you do?
Colin: Fine, but as soon as you start laughing, I’m done.
Tara: (holding back laughter) What makes you think I’m going to laugh? Sorry, I promise, tell me?
Colin: Ok. (long, dramatic pause) So, we were having a soak session, and I almost came in her. I pulled out in time, but I still got it all over her dress.
Cheating couple gets walked in on [>18][M/F][cheating][revenge]
I’m usually a very private person, I don’t like to share too many personal details about my life, I’ve been told that I keep everyone and everything very compartmentalized. I think that is true, and I like it that way. But this is different. No one here knows who I am, or where I’m from, or anything about me. It’s completely anonymous, and that is the only reason I am here.
I met my wife through a mutual friend, Hannah. Hannah and I went to high school together, we were in most of the same classes, she took Spanish, and I took French, she did band and I took some trade classes, but otherwise we spent those four years together. She went to a good, private college, and I got a two year degree from a community college in our home town. We always maintained a close friendship. I didn’t, and still do not, believe that there was ever any attraction between Hannah and me.
Messi Jessy – Fuck the World [>18][M/F][solo][cheating][gangbang][public][sex addiction]
Jessica and Eddie got married two months ago in front of the Justice of the Peace at the Chatham County courthouse. It was Jessica’s idea, she said if her parents weren’t going to be there it didn’t matter if anyone else was, so why waste the money. She and her parents had some kind of falling out right before she went off to college, they never spoke, but the marriage had done a lot to repair that, and they had been talking frequently. And now, Jessica and Eddie were going to her hometown, to meet her family, and attend some kind of Christmas party. Eddie wasn’t excited about the trip, but he did want to make a good impression with his new inlaws, which he felt was going to be difficult, as he is white, they are Korean, and he married their daughter in a courthouse, without their consent.
It’s awkward, but it doesn’t last long [>18][M/F][cheating]
I was getting our house ready to sell, and also selling all of our furniture, kids toys, and basically everything. I needed to pressure wash the driveway. I work with a guy that lives down the block, and we know each other well enough to borrow a pressure washer. I’m over at his house picking it up, and his wife is out in the garage with us. She is 5’4, at least 170lbs, chubby, no ass at all, but a fair set of tits. She has this almost bowl style haircut, with bangs that always seem to be in her face. I have interacted with her before, and I did not enjoy it. I can’t stand her voice, and she is making this simple pressure washer pick up as difficult as can be. She gives me a solid five minute tutorial on how to use it, freaks out because I have to take it apart to fit it in my car, and she is in general being a total bitch. She starts laying into her husband about how he needs to pressure wash their driveway, but now he can’t because I’ll have it until who knows when. I try to deflect some this by thanking them, and mentioning that we are selling absolutely everything, and I will give them a great price on anything they want. This has the right effect, and she asks if she can come over now and have a look.
What is going on around here? [>18][voyeur][M/F][M/F/M]
I own, or rather I franchise, a pizza delivery shop. It’s one of the national chains, and my location is fairly busy, I do alright. I’ve got a total of 15 employees. This used to be a job for teenagers and young adults, when I took over this spot there was no one over 25 working here. Times have changed, and now my employees come from every age group and demographic. Not that there is anything wrong with that, it’s just a change.
The store itself is small, very small. We have the counter, where customers and employees interact, where the cash registers are. Behind that is the kitchen, which consists of a long counter where the pizzas are made, and an oven. Behind that is a walk in refrigerator, and the only other areas are a store room, and my tiny office. There is a surveillance camera in every one of these places, there is not a spot in the entire store that is not monitored. There are signs in every area, and on every door stating that these premises are monitored by cameras. The cameras have motion detectors, and start recording for one minute when motion is detected, after a minute, if there is still motion, it continues to record This results in a few hours of video each day, which is incredibly boring to watch. I play back the videos in the morning, while I do other things, not really paying attention to them.
I love that car [M/F][>18]
Some people call the 944 the “poor man’s Porsche.” Yes, it was relatively cheap for a car that can perform that well. And yes, it is not nearly as well known as the 911. I think that’s why I like it so much. Like a typical sailor, as soon as got my enlistment bonus, I went and blew it all on a car. A Canary Yellow 1987 Porsche 944. I love that car.
But, that left me broke, which is how I came to live in this flop house. A bunch of guys from the ship got together and rented a house. With the rent split 6 ways, it was very affordable, but it wasn’t the best living conditions. Someone comes home shitfaced every night, fucks up the kitchen. No one cleans. The place was also a revolving door of skanks.
Ryan, fucking asshole, was the worst. More than once someone has had to drag his latest conquest out of his bed before his real girlfriend arrived. On the occasions she would find some half naked hussy passed out on top of him, he would get mad at her for coming over so early. Fucking asshole.