An Adventure in Human Resources

[BDSM] [mdom] [fsub] [blackmail] [creampie][span]

*This is my first submission here so try to be gentle with me, I’m still a reddit noob so I’m trying to get the hang of it. I’m not sure I’ve got the hang of the tag thing, but I’ll drop the basics here. This gets a little dark and twisted at one point so if that’s your thing you’ll love it. All characters are 18+!*

You sit down in the office chair across from a heavy desk and hear the door close behind you with a thud. The sound of your breath fills the space and you become aware of your body and it’s weight as you sit in the chair and stare at the clock… it ticks away softly, teasing you as your life waits for a response to you being summoned here. This room feels small compared to the large office space outside and the big air-conditioning unit thrums out a steady icy chill to keep you cool in the office as you try to get comfortable in a chair that you would normally have at your desk.

MF. IG IRL

I see you leave the hotel pool and walk down the hall in the sexy red bikini you posted on IG to get all the boys attention. Well you got mine. You flash me a smile. I’m floored by how sexy you are, almost at a loss for words but I pull it together and do everything in my power to get you back to my hotel room.. I don’t how to play this, so I simply say “I want to go to my room and make out with you, stare into those gorgeous eyes”.

As we walk in the door, I lean in to kiss you, taking your hands in mine. As we kiss, i slide them behind you and slowly slide your wrists together, so i can hold both with my left hand. I slowly slide my right along along your hip bone, upwards over your stomach, lightly grazing your left nipple with my pinky. I get to your chin, i trace the outline slowly, moving my hand along your neck. I gently close my grip over your neck. I hear you gasp, feel you kiss me harder. I know. You know I know. I lean forward and whisper in your ear. Quietly, so quietly. “I’m going to push you down to your knees and unzip my jeans. You are going slide that bikini bottom down to your thighs, both of your hands between your legs. You are going to suck my cock until you make me cum. No hands”

Tutoring lessons (Pt2.) [FF]

This is the third story I’ve made, please tell me anything i need to improve on.

“RIIIING!”

“RIIIING!”

“Hey, I’m on my way. You can stop calling already” Hazel says.

“Well could you hurry up, me and rose have been waiting for a while. All that’s here are those two weirdos from chem.” Victoria says.

“The ones that sit in the back?”

“Yeah, they kept gushing about the tutor so we stepped outside.”

“What’s their problem? Fucking each other not enough anymore?”

“I’d put money on that bet. Hey, I thought you stopped driving that old truck.”

“I did. I’m driving a sedan now.”

“Well, someone just pulled into the parking lot. Get here soon, gotta go.”

Hazel puts away her phone and drives for another 10 minutes to the school. She parks her car and walks into the school. Inside 2 women were sitting down, kissing each other. Hazel walks to the other side of the room and sits down. She pulls out her phone and sends a text to Hazel.

“Where are you?”

….

i have things i want to say to you.. but every time i open my mouth to say the words i freeze. i look at you, and i see you look at me. and i know what you want. maybe its just because i have dirty thoughts that leave me soaking in my seat .. but i see the way you look at me, and i think you have them too. i see you sneaking glances at my breasts, you love checking them out when i wear tank tops or shirts without a bra on don’t you?  i see you noticing how big they are… how they sit so nice and perky and proud on my chest. you’re curious aren’t you? you want to know how big they are… how full they’d feel in your hands. you want to feel every detail on my nipples.. how they get hard when you brush your fingertips past them. i know you want to cup and caress them in your hands, i know you want to pull twist and suck on them.. late at night, when you can’t sleep, and your cock starts aching begging for my touch, do you think of me? when you grip harder around your cock pumping up and down , do you fantasize about my body? when i see you looking at me , that’s what i think about.. you gripping your cock hard pumping up and down letting out angry growls while you imagine what you want to do when you finally have me all to yourself.. do you like my body? do you like to think about touching me all over while you masturbate? what do you want to do to me?  i see you checking out my ass.. and my hips.. everything’s so plump and round and my ass is so smooth in my tight pants. you loved seeing me in that bathing suit didn’t you?  it fit so perfectly and so tight against my skin.. do you enjoy staring at my ass? wondering if i’m wearing panties underneath. yes.. i am wearing panties and i’d really like to show you them.. they’re skimpy and soft and i like the way they feel against my skin and in between my legs in fact i think i’ll let you borrow them sometime! i want you to cum in my panties.. i want you to spurt your hot , sticky cum all over my panties soak them in your cum and have me wear them.. i want to sit in the sticky mess you created, because it’ll remind me of what i do to you.. how crazy i drive you.

Reconnecting with Angie: A Trip Down Memory Lane [Chapter 1]

I was finishing up my shift at the restaurant. It was a slow night and I had been relegated to clean-up duty since Nathan (the janitor) called in sick: he downed almost an entire bottle of Courvoisier the night before and couldn’t stop throwing up.

“Kurt, is that you?”

I hadn’t recognized the voice. Besides, no one calls me “Kurt” around here. I turned around with a raised ‘brow.

“Excuse me!?” I asked.

Even after seeing who it was, my confused expression remained.

“It’s Angie! Remember me?”

She reached into her tiny handbag, rummaging through it for something. She pulled out a piece of paper and unfolded it with haste. There was some writing on the inside, and she showed it to me, repeating, “It’s Angie…”

I interrupted, “I’m sorry, I don’t know…”

I focused my attention back to the paper.

“Good luck. I will miss you. Love Kurt” it read.

“Angie? Angie Cozier?” I asked.

“Yes! It’s me!”

[FM] Cold nights

I woke up in the middle of the night and it was sooo cooold. When the temperature gets low, things get hard, and the sexual tension rises. Makes you feel kinda horny. Do you also feel the same way?

Maybe we can help each other with this through a cam session? No worries though, I’ll make you feel good and I have the perfect idea to help set the mood right for this kind of thing. I got you.

You can check my profile for body reference

Hit me up? I’ll wait for ya :)😋

[MF] Ryan and His Stepsister Part 24

Ryan’s cock was unable to get up after nutting three times. Joanne had really emptied his balls and left his cock sore. It was a wonderful situation to be in. He laid in bed with Joanne for a few hours talking about all kinds of things. She was very interested in Maddy and wanted to know everything about her.

Ryan told her as much as he knew. He was still learning about his stepsister after years of being treated like a pest. Joanne asked Ryan for Maddy’s phone number because she wanted to text her about when they all could hook up. Ryan’s spent cock actually twitched at that.

Joanne left after a few hours and Ryan laid out in his bed feeling tired. He was completely satisfied and happy. He couldn’t stop smiling from watching Maddy finger Joanne and fucking Joanne. This was literally one of the best days of his life. He knew that if they did a threesome that he would really have the best day of his existence.

[FM] Free to Server: Chapter 6

Of course, sleep never came. How could it? I stared blankly at the ceiling, waiting for Brett to come back in. At precisely six a.m. Brett opened the door to my bedroom. “How are we feeling this morning?” he asked.

I wanted to tell him a million terrible things, but my mouth and attitude had done nothing but dig me into a deeper hole than I was in in the first place. I swallowed my pride and decided if I at least wanted to get untied, I would have to behave. “Just a bit tired,” I said in a sweet voice. “I didn’t get any sleep.”

Brett smiled. He looked shockingly bright-eyed since he had been awake with me most of the night. “I’m not really surprised to hear that. I assumed as much. I really am sorry about last night. I think you have a better understanding of the nature of our arrangement now, though. Besides, if you keep your end of the deal, I am sure you will get just as much pleasure out of our little deal as we will.”

I want to love you too [str8] [oral] [romantic]

I want to love you too. After experiencing a moment of bliss gifted from you I brush your hair back so I can look into your eyes.

“I love you” you wisper to me

“I love you too”

I reciprocate and roll you onto your back. I finally break the gaze from your eyes and kiss your cheek, nuzzling the nape of your neck. The rough stubble on my face is in stark contrast to the soft smoothness of your skin. I nibble on your neck and earlobe. You stretch and turn your head exposing yourself more to me and I take advantage.

I take your chin in my hand and turn you to face me. Out lips touch in gentle kisses that quickly turn deep and passionate. My eyes open to see you in a peaceful state. Comfortable and safe. My hands find their way to the buttons of your shirt. Unbuttoning methodically while I kiss and nibble around your neck and collar bone I expose your beauty. My mouth soon finds home in your breasts and stomach. Kissing and licking and sucking. I take inventory of the bits of your body that elicit new sounds and breaths when met with my lips.

Having cold feet. Perhaps this wasn’t such a good idea.

Perhaps she shouldn’t have made such a stand, thinking she was right. She’d even bet on it.

So, here’s the problem. I find most ideas unrealistic. I’m trying to make this as realistic as possible, having her find herself trapped into having to go down on a friend; someone she’d told her husband not to worry about. Perhaps it’s even her husband’s own best friend, while he’s away.

That’s the key. He’s away. She and this friend are hanging out alone, not because her husband is away. No, he’s not checking up on her. He wasn’t asked to do that. He has decided to sieze the day and take advantage of this rare opportunity, and take her!

She was having cold feet. Perhaps this wasn’t such a good idea. What had she gotten herself into?

It was embarassing enough to be called out on not wearing a bra beneath her top. She’d thought guys didn’t notice that sort of thing. At least, not in this hoodie she was wearing. But alas, she’d let her mind linger a little too long on the idea of letting you ogle her beautiful body.