collection of stories you shouldn't read at work
1 was refueling my new ford flex at the the cookie mart and i saw a young hottie wanting some flexing in my v neck shorts,
I went over and decideed to 1ntroduce my me and sh9e ssAid “”Hi Nice shorts i need a guy like you to talk to my carer” so i drove her hme in my new ford flex (i mentioned this earlier) i pulled u-p i the drive like whaddup!
i then fucked herand her mommy real loog dic style guy!
whaddup!
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He was described as an odd child: sensitive, compassionate, and decidedly withdrawn. Seeming to get on with adults better than children, he preferred to stay inside during recess and help Sister Mary prepare the classroom for the afternoon classes. She called him “charming” and “mischievous”, sometimes even “devilish”, even though he was never in any real trouble to her or anyone else. Once, during her morning coffee with the other nuns and faculty, however, she confided the strange influence this six-year old boy had on her. It unnerved her, sometimes, how strong the desire to be in his favor, to anticipate and attempt to meet his needs. She was a professional with 20 years of experience, and she knew she should not choose favorites. He did not overtly seek her attention; instead, he appeared to be the kind of child who preferred not to stand out, yet he seemed to speak to a part of her that she originally associated with motherhood, something that, because of her vows, she would never experience. Further reflection revealed that this child appealed to a deeper desire within her. She never considered any interaction with the boy inappropriate; however, she was unsettled by how she was drawn to him.
Working alone in the china department at a luxury department store, I was dusting a shelf of silver picture frames when the guy I fucked in a gangbang a month ago, Zach, entered my department. He had recognized me a week ago when his fiancé brought him in to pick china patterns. He’s called me here at work last week to make his intentions towards me perfectly clear. He wants to fuck again. I told him know when I wanted to say yes. And now, here he is.
My breath caught in my throat as he strode in, confident and cool in his open shirt grey suit. I stood there frozen in my heels, flouncy spring skirt and flimsy sheer blouse with the feather duster in my hand, staring at him as he approached. I wanted to spit out, ‘what are you doing here?’ but I calmly asked, “May I help you?”
He took my hand. I set down the duster and let him lead me to a back corner far from the aisle. We stopped near the stock room door.
“You’re perfect. Classy, hot, down for anything,” he murmured. “I want to be inside you every second of every day. It’s all I can think about.”
[Originally a reply to [this prompt.](https://www.reddit.com/r/DirtyWritingPrompts/comments/7im5mm/wp_you_thought_you_met_someone_whod_be_in_the/) ]
Farzaneh kissed her husband softly as he lifted her shirt. He leaned in and gently kissed her neck while he carefully undid her bra. He gave her bare breasts gentle, loving squeezes. She laid back on the bed as he slowly slid her yoga pants and panties over her hips and down her legs. His lips made their ways up her thighs and then his tongue lapped softly over her clit. Farzaneh spread her legs for her husband…. and felt rather bored.
Craig was very loving and cared for her deeply, as she did in return, with all her heart. The problem was that Farzaneh had a freak inside that had been waiting for someone she trusted enough to be let out. Craig was that person, except he had no freak inside at all. Her probing forays into naughtier sex had made him uncomfortable and awkward. To Farzaneh, sex was a thing of love *and* lust, to Craig it was purely love.
“Is that good babe?” He asked, suckling and licking her clit.
Farzaneh smiled, at least he had come around to oral. “Mmm yes baby.”
My Step Brother’s Gift – Lost to Seduction
A commission for Anonymous by Penstrum
SCENE 1
For a little while I was allowed to see, but I still couldn’t tell what was happening. Panic was starting to set in and I could hear my heart beating as I struggled in what felt like ropes tying me down. “H-hey…! Is anyone there?” I choked out in a hoarse voice. My question seemed to echo around me, and yet, there was no one there to answer it.
As if I’d asked a joke, the room erupted with laughter and the lights came on. It was all too much for me to take at once. I couldn’t believe what was before my very eyes. From the looks of it, I was in an auditorium—or maybe a gym, and I wasn’t tied down in just any rope, it was bondage rope. I’d seen it before thanks to a friend, but feeling it tightly knotted around my wrists and ankles as well as the breezes against my naked body made me feel all the more vulnerable. The thing that made my heart sink into my chest most of all was the group of men standing around me, looking me over with at least one hand on their crotches.
Stacy was a creature of the night, a party girl when she was still full of energy and a gloomy beauty full of contrasts once she cooled down and became tired. She was the only person who could bring Daniel to go to a party, to dance and suffer the insanely loud music when he absolutely hated all of that. He wasn’t a fan of clubs, the flashing lights and the depressing loneliness in the faces of everyone around him, but at her side it became something else. A workout after a long day, an extensive foreplay for the sex they never had or needed but with the long talks deep into the night and getting drunk together.
They were neighbors and had first met when she moved in and he had accepted her invitation despite knowing he wasn’t going to enjoy it, then miraculously enjoyed it. For a while he had been really unsure about her, thinking she was probably just allowing him to tag along but eventually it had become clear that despite their differences they liked, even needed each other to stay sane.
I’m back in town for a visit. I live 1000 miles away now and I rarely get back to this part of the country. Today I’m on a mission to thank my biology teacher, many years after the fact, for guiding me down the path into a career in science.
He was expecting me, so when I found his classroom he was leaning up against the door frame smiling.
“Mr. Spark! It’s so good to see you again.” I gave him a big hug. It seemed like he held me a little long but I must have imagined it. The years have treated him well. His curly brown hair had little wisps of white scattered throughout. And of course, I always loved his smile – especially his big lips.
“It’s good to see you too. Please, come in!” He ushered me into the room and closed the door behind me. “How was your trip?” It was set up similarly to what it was when I was in school. “Oh, it was fine, thanks.” Long lab bench at the front, rows of desks, and what looked like another smaller room in the back where specimens and his desk were. Which is where he led me. He had a small love seat and a chair set up on the other side of his desk.
My friend and I sat on the wooden bench in the locker room, the last to leave after football practice.
“I think you’re getting it.” My friend said encouragingly. Referring to the new play we had tried out that day.
“I don’t know man.” I shrugged. “Just not seeming to click.”
My friend chuckled. “Just need some more practice and….” His voice trailed off, his gaze drifting over my shoulder.
“Huh?” I looked back and almost gasped. “Madison? This is the *boys* locker room!”
“Yes, which is a good place to look for a boy.” Madison grinned, looking totally comfortable. “Hey, can we get some alone time?” She spoke to my friend, the question sounding somehow like a command.
“Ohhh uh… yeah sure.” My friend quickly hopped up from the bench and made for the exit with a significant glance at me.
“So, what’s up?” I asked as casually as possible to the hot, popular girl stepping closer to me.
Madison looked great, as always, in her tight jeans and yellow top. I tried to keep my eyes from roaming over her body.
She brushed her long hair back. “I need a favor.”
Sometimes work was just too much. Honestly it was too much every single day, but Thursdays were the worst. Coming out of the office she decided she wasn’t going to walk back in on Friday, and if her mood didn’t improve over the weekend maybe not ever again.
There were more important things in life, like taking her beloved truck and head into nature for the weekend. No assholes, no work, actually no proper reason to return to civilization for months until her savings were depleted. Not that it was expensive to live life on the road, with the truck paid for she could probably stretch those savings for a long time. A girl could dream, right?
And maybe not just that, after the week she’d been through turning that dream into a reality seemed like the smart thing to do, before she was forced to live the rest of her life in jail after killing a bunch of those assholes barehanded.
Luckily there wasn’t much between her and freedom now, only a short train ride and grabbing some supplies she always had ready anyway. That in mind made the train ride among more assholes almost sufferable, even making her grin when the annoying suit with his headset stumbled and almost kissed asphalt.