Charlotte’s Career Ch.04 [Gangbang] [Creampie]

*Info for recurring readers: The beginning of this story takes place two days before “Charlotte’s Little Adventure: The Outdoors”.*

## Monday 11:00 pm

Charlotte stood in front of her mirror in her bathroom, brushing her teeth. She was wearing an oversized t-shirt, that she had received as a gift from one of the many boys she had met over the last week.

The blonde girl had spent most of her day laying around, using her phone to scroll through social media and reading fan mail. When Charlotte was eating, she watched a series on her laptop. Aside from that, she also played a few hours on her newly bought video game console. Thanks to her new and well-paid job, she was able to buy herself toys and gadgets that she wouldn’t be able to afford normally. Right now, she had more than enough footage that she could upload for her fans, which was why she could allow herself to take a bit more time off.

She had stayed at home all day. Not because she was lazy but because she had overworked herself. In fact, Charlotte had done quite a lot over the last one and a half weeks. The young girl was an earnest worker.

Miss. Dormer’s Secretary

I was sitting by the desk when Scarlett called me into the office, Miss Dormer was an incredibly sexy, sophisticated and successful business-woman who I’d been working for for a month. She had an incredible butt, long legs, a slim figure and her hair was always pulled back into an immaculate high bun, accentuating her face. I walked into her large office to find her sitting at her wooden desk, she was wearing a tight red shirt and a sexy navy skirt down to the knee, exposing her long legs and hugging her sexy ass. I couldn’t stop myself staring at such a sexy sight.

“James’ she said, snapping me back to attention, “do you have the Davis files I asked for?” SHIT, I’d forgotten them at home, oh god I was in trouble. I explained and Scarlett stood up, exposing a perfect view of her hips that grabbed my attention, slamming her fist on the table she said,

“what good is a secretary who can’t even do the simplest of tasks? Why should I keep you on? you cause more problems than you solve!” I trembled with fear, I need this job,

When It Rains, She Pours [D/s] [M/f]

The rain picks up outside, the droplets on the windows pull together until they’re steady little winding streams. It gets louder as more and more rain falls to the ground. Soon the cohesive streams are just sheets of water rolling down the windows and splashing onto the pavement and flowerbeds beneath them.

Thunder cracks loudly after bursts of lightning branch out, illuminating the sky momentarily. You move to a large floor-length window and watch the gutters overflow, the water splashing down violently to the concrete.

I take you in as you take in the view. Comfy lounge wear, hair in a ponytail, one hand on the glass as you study the scene.

Lightning tears across dark sky, thunder immediately follows, rumbling loudly and shaking the house. You jump at it all and I smile. You startle so easily.

I join you, standing behind you and wrapping my arms around your waist.

You lean into me, “Mother Nature must be upset,” you say, “To be crying such big tears and wailing like that.”

“Who’s to say she’s upset?,” I ask, kissing your neck and adding before you can answer, “Maybe she’s aroused.”

[FT] My girlfriend cums in me

In the depths of lockdown Melanie and I went for a walk in the woods. It was an old forest, dense with beech and oak, broken by darker stands of pine. We wore the usual outdoors sorts of things – boots, jeans, rain jackets. Mel had her long blonde hair in a loose plait that hung over her shoulder. I had my short purple hair under a beanie.

We walked without speaking to one another. I liked that. We were comfortable in each other’s company; no need to fill the space, no need to exchange words to seek confirmation that we were wanted. I knew I was wanted. We crunched through leaves, over mulch. Early spring birds sang a few tentative bars of song, stifled into silence, embarrassed when no other birds joined them.

Mel kissed me against a trunk, her hands going under my jacket to take my waist, my shoulders. I kissed her back, startled by her passion. It came on like a cloudburst, Mel’s lust. Drought to drench. But I was grateful for it and kissed her back, my hands on her belt already. This was a story I knew and I wanted to hear it again.

An Asian girls dream 2/3 [CMNF] [Washing] [Humiliation] [Raceplay] [Slavery] [Objectification] [Hypnosis] [Bondage]

I was inpatient I could not wait. When I got home I packed instantly like a good dog girl I mean girl. My School uniform about 5 bras and panties all in sets. I told my Mum and she gave me a hug so happy that I could be a secretary in the west. I had the case at the foot of the bed and at the front of my mind. Every hours I looked back from my computer to double check that it was still there. My heart was racing and it was hard sleeping.

Am I going mad? No I am just excited. The walls on my room were so small my bed to comfortable. It was cold and burning all at once. I was talking to some girls in my class. Telling them how good it was how much fun it was how good it felt to be put in our place. I was speaking to myself in English trying to make my English better. I was always talking to my few closest friends about it. Hop and Ai they had more traditional Chinese names but it did not matter they also spoke reasonable English. Funny enough I had convinced them to both try to get into the same job.

Wife is pregnant by lover [cuck] [preg]

In my previous post I mentioned that my wife has stayed in Italy due to Covid 19. She has taken a boyfriend. I watched this morning as she took a pregnancy test and we’re delighted to announce she is expecting her lover’s baby. We are all so happy. As a celebration I watched them fuck straight after. Please no negativity

My Bedroom Window (M 20) And Mrs. Bennette’s Bedroom Window (F 40} Part 3

Me and Mrs. Bennett had been fuck buddies for about a month or two and we were laying in bed after a fuck session. Leslie (Mrs. Bennett) rolled over on her side and looked at me. I could tell by the way Leslie was looking at me there was something she wanted to say.

“Okay, Leslie…out with it. There’s something you want to tell me. What is it?””Well Daniel, I was at work and I was talking with a really good close friend. I can tell her anything. And the topic of guys came up. And I mentioned I had a friend. she said that she could tell because I was acting a bit different, a little more happier. Lynda asked if I had a picture of you and I showed her some of the pictures from that barbeque we had with your mom and dad.”

“Yeah so what did she have to say?””Well Daniel, you see the thing is…that nude selfie, She accidentally saw it. I’m sorry Daniel I totally didn’t meant to””Oh geez Leslie….””I’m sorry Daniel””Dont worry Leslie. I’m not mad really…Just curious, what did she say?”Well first she teased me about our age difference, calling me a cougar…..””And?” i asked with feeling I knew what was coming next.”She said you’re cute..””What else did she say?”

Yes, we did get caught (Part 2) [Str8][mf][Inc]

At some point, we heard noises from the master bedroom down the hall. Morning ablutions – voices – yes, both Mom’s and Dad’s. I couldn’t tell what was being said, but at least it didn’t seem to be terribly loud or emotional. Finally, the door open and Dad strode out. He walked by the living room, saw Chrissy and me, and spoke pretty much the last words I was expecting: a perfectly normal, cheery “Hi, kids!” I simply could not comprehend his sang-froid. Neither Chrissy nor I managed to greet him back, but he didn’t seem to notice anything strange. Instead he went to the kitchen and noisily began preparing breakfast. We looked at each other in confusion and Chrissy murmured “do you think…?” I wasn’t sure what she wondered I was thinking. Did I think Dad knew? Of course. He hadn’t seen us, true, but surely he’d been close behind Mom, and surely she hadn’t been able to keep her shock and horror hidden from him.

Professor

So I have never been one to view my teachers as desirable or sexy. I never had that fantasy of being thr naughty school girl or trading sexual fantasies for a better grade, until now. I’ve been in college for a few years now and recently switched Universities and majors, so I am basically starting school all over again. It’s very frustrating to re-take those stupid “general” classes every University makes you take, but whatever it’s an easy 100. I have always considered myself relatively smart, I can critically think my way through problems and do not typically get anything less than a “C”.

So, here’s where things change. I started a new class (5 week classes) last week and the first time I saw my Professors photos, I thought “Hmm he is relatively good looking. ” His introduction even made him sound hot! Body builder, active, has dogs, enjoys traveling, former military, likes to read. I was practically panting by the time I was done. Sexy and enjoys reading! My oh my! So, I decided to look up his social media, and I have confirmed my suspicions, he is very good looking! So, I decide to add him, not thinking he would add me back.
Well, he did. I was shocked. So, I started liking a few of his posts (get his attention) and that sure did work.

Love Wrestling. [str8] [MF]

2012, Christmas. Finishing the day before a Summer in Australia.

Driving home from work early on a Friday evening. The hot air outside rippling the road while I am relieved to be inside a car with functioning air conditioning.

Three July’s ago my wife died from the dreaded cancer and during these times alone it weighs heavily. Our children are staying at the evil step daughters’ house for a week or maybe two.

Turning my car into my driveway and opening the door to experience a blast of flames disguised as hot air in my face. I open the gate and park. I notice a person standing near my front door, she is the older sister of one my sons’ friends. Tied up long black hair which usually curls. A thin dark singlet top, pale skin and brown eyes. Her nails also painted black. Tight pants and pink decorated thongs (Flip flops for Americans)