Observational Drug Test – Was Kinda Hot – True Story

**Background:**

For my new job I had to go do an “observational drug test”. I’ve gone through loads of drug test in the past. Typically once a year because of the type of work I do. I guess the rules have changed because people have been getting around it so now we have to do observational drug testing.

Finally – I’m an exhibitionist so it was exciting for me, probably not for most of you.

**Story:**

I go to the facility and give them the paper work. A young female and male in training (probably in their 20’s) immediately take me back to this room. I put all my stuff in a basket for them and they open the door to a little bathroom on the side.

On one end of the bathroom is a toilet, the other end is a large mirror. While they stood in the other room watching through the mirror they asked me to pull my pants down past my knees. I drop my pants all the way down to my knees and stand up. Ass in pink thong facing the mirror. They whisper a bit, can’t understand them, then the guy says “panties too”. I shrug like, did this guy just really say panties.

Birthday Present From the Wife & Babysitter [MFF]

I could never, in a thousand years, have guessed that I would be in this situation. I was naked, in the front seat of the car pulling into our garage. Next to me was my wife Kristen, who was also naked, sitting in the passenger seat. We were about to walk into our house where the babysitter, Becka would be most likely sitting at our table working on her college homework and the kids would, please God, be in bed. The ride home had been a blur; our clothes finding new homes along the side of the road and my gorgeous wife keeping me in a fairly constant state of arousal, despite having recently fucked her on the hood of the car in the restaurant parking lot. She had promised me a 40th birthday that I would never forget, and had already lived up to her word. But she clearly had more in mind.

“You’d better let me go in first,” she said as she pushed the button to close the garage door. “Seeing that first thing coming through the door,” she nodded at my 7” hard cock, “could give her a fright.”

“Does she know about any of this?” I asked incredulously.

Anyone thirsty? [fm]

I was waiting by the kitchen counter, the gentle hum of the microwave permiating the air. I leaned over to reach for a spoon, thats when I felt his hands on my hips. His body pressed ageinst mine, pinning me to the countertop. The shock turned me on, as his hands began to work on me, I felt his hot breath rolling down my chest as his right arm wrapped around my body. The other hand began rubbing between my thighs, the anticipation made me wet. My heart skipped a beat as two incisors met my shoulder, his wet lips quickly followed as he began sucking on me. My nipples where hard as the buzzing between my hips grew, his hand down there stopped, reached up to my waistband and paused. I gently inhaled and quietly gasped a yes. His hand dived down slowly, feeling cold compared to my shaven body. When he reached my clit, he glazed over it like a figure skater on fresh ice, slowly working around the area before begining a rhythmic back and fourth motion. Each motion sent a pulse down my nervous system. His chest made a seal against my back as he pressed closer in, our little pocket of heat tingled my skin as much as his arm around my ribs did. His hand began rubbing faster, harder, in cycles and waves. My legs trembled as his grip on my neck tightened, but i could not fall as i was wedged between his hips, chest and legs, and the counter. A hard warm spot fromed in his crotch as he pressed it against my arse. My vision escaped me as my mind focused on the growing feeling, i was approaching the edge. I moaned as he pressed in harder again, the unstoppable feeling that i was about to come was over powering. Then it happened, the deafening electric wave down my entire body, spreading from my core like an infection. Those where the longest 5 seconds of orgasmic plessure if ever felt, his hand hips and mouth unrelenting through it all. He slowly pulled his hand out, leaving a wet trail as he left. Releasing the pressure on my body and shoulder, he tenderly asked “Is my hot chocolate ready?”

Echelon [MF] [fantasy]

Drowning on the battlefield. The magical mists congealed inside her nasal cavity and her throat, blocking the movement of air in her body. She could hear the laughter and jeers of the witches and warlocks standing in relative safety behind the defensive lines of the opposing army while they conjured and manipulated the foul pinkish gray gas that was killing her and her comrades, but veering away from the enemy combatants.

Every second she stood there in the melee, sword and shield in either hand, blocking and striking at foes coming from every direction, she got weaker and weaker until she could stand no longer.

Her final thought before passing out was, if only there had been a mage in her echelon, she and her comrades would have countered the mystical capabilities of the enemy and would most likely have won this battle.

“Ms. Bridges?”

“Wuh?”

Aurora Bridges lifted her head off her desk with bleary eyes. Afternoon sunlight was coming through the windows of her classroom. She rubbed her eyes and focused on the voice coming from in front of her. Henry Campbell, a seventh grade student, was looking at her sympathetically.

Claire’s First Orgasm [ff][mast][young][les][semi-reluctant]

This is a work of fiction. Comments are greatly appreciated.

“I’ll leave the door unlocked, in case you girls need to use the washroom or anything,” Mom called out to us from the sliding doors connecting the kitchen to the back yard.

I looked over to Jenny and rolled my eyes. She stifled a giggle as I turned towards the house.

“Thanks, mom.” I said back. She’s been making a fuss all afternoon. It’s not like we’re moving away from home or anything. I know she’s worried, but she never worried when Matt did this with his friends.

“There’s extra blankets just inside the door in case you get cold.”

I didn’t answer her this time. Instead Jenny and I scurried into the tent to start setting up our beds. It was a long few minutes before I heard the doors finally slide shut. That’s when Jenny and I burst into a fit of giggles.

“Mom! Come back!” I said I’m a voice that sounded like a yell, but wasn’t louder than a whisper. “There’s a bear trying to get into our tent. Save us! Save us!” Jenny started to laugh and I quickly followed suit.

Sleepy morning memories

My eyes open and I awake from my sleep. I’m lying on my left side facing into the middle of the bed. Between me and the light coming in through the early morning window is you. You’re facing the same way as me, so all I see is your exposed back that’s not covered by the duvet. You’re completely still. My eyeline follows the curve of your outline from your neck over your shoulder and down to your waist and the small of your back where your two Venus dimples frame an inviting scene. After that you’re covered up with blanket, but already I know I need to get closer to you.

I wiggle in towards you to be your big spoon. You let out a comforting sigh the instant our skin
touches and wiggle your hips into me so that there’s maximum body contact. My hands instinctively wrap around and envelop you, starting on your left shoulder and moving diagonally across your chest, in between your breasts, on to your right hip and down your thigh towards the knee as far down as I can reach. Your breathing continues to be relaxed, consistent and comforting. My hand
moves back the opposite way, but before it reaches your shoulder you dip your head slightly and catch my thumb in your mouth. Very tenderly you start working it around your tongue, caressing and kissing it with your lips whilst continuing to quietly moan. All the blood in my body floods towards my crotch. I’m instantly hard; throbbing in anticipation of what’s to come. I’ve no idea how I’m managing to be so cool and restrained.

Man and Woman [M/F]

She woke him up. She hadn’t planned to, but she couldn’t wait. All this time in the house has thrown off her sleep cycle.

His mop of curls had fallen in front of his face as he twisted around in the sheets. His forehead beaded with sweat. Probably a bad dream.

He’d gone to bed in his black boxers. The way they clung to his legs made him look an extra couple inches taller. But that wasn’t what caught Stella’s attention.

In the pulsating heat of her unairconditioned apartment, in the dim glow of the strung up fairy lights, she noticed his bulge. It stood out from the rest of him. It reminded her that Levi was more than just the ear she told her secrets to, more than just a safe place to cry, more than just the soft lips that kissed her goodnight. He was a man. Her man. With all the muscles and hormones and desires and sensations of any animal. And that enraptured her.

She brushed the hair back from his face and snuggled up close to him. She blew lightly on his neck and squeezed his hand until he blinked back into consciousness. “Hi.” He smiled, thinking Stella had just had another bad dream.

I [25F] fucked an older man [47M] and I loved it

I knew the second I caught his eye, I had him. Not to brag—but I knew I looked good that night, in a crop top and a tight skirt that clung to my body. He kept staring at me as he set up for the event that night. He was working, and I was a guest at the old resort for two nights.

There was no real need for me to be dressed up, either, perfume and jewelry and all. It was the middle of January, off season, and I was, far and away, one of the youngest people in the entire building.

So maybe the fact that I was the only girl within a mile helped me stand out, and that’s why I caught his eye.

But I don’t think so. I think he caught my eye, and I caught his, because we wanted each other. Rather, knew what exactly what we wanted from each other.

He set up for the event—a lecture—and then sat down. Instead of the watching the powerpoint, I was watching him. He had the kind of face you’d see on magazines in the ’90s. He was the boy next door, a few years after he got older and moved off the street. He had brown hair and boyish charm, but with an edge. He knew I was watching, because we made eye contact twice. Both times, I looked away nonchalantly.

Birthday Present From the Wife [MF][Pub][Exhib]

It was my 40th birthday, and so far it sucked. I had to go into work early for an overseas conference call, but to make up for it I got to stay late for another one. By the time I got done at 7:00 PM I had been there for over 13 hours. My wife had suggested that we meet for a late dinner afterwards, just the two of us, and unwind a little to celebrate surviving the day, and the 40 years before it. As I headed to the restaurant, I admitted to myself that I really just wanted to go home and relax. When I got to the restaurant, a hip, “dark” place I had never been before, my wife Kristen was already at the table. 5 years younger than me, she was definitely the “better half”. Long brown hair, D size breasts, and hips that I loved to hold on to while we made love. Her slim waist hid nicely the fact that she had given birth to three children and her green eyes sparkled in the light from the candle as she stood to kiss me. She looked beautiful tonight, and I was instantly glad I came.

UPSIDE DOWN FACE FUCK [mf] [facefuck] [rimjob] [mast] [facial]

He pushed himself into her throat. Her eyes grew wide. She could feel every inch of him fill her mouth. Her eyes watered, but she didn’t want it to stop. She twisted her left nipple. The pierced one. She rubbed her clit. She hummed while saliva ran out of her mouth, dangling on her chin. She nodded as he pumped, encouraging her to wreck her pretty face.

She couldn’t speak, but her eyes were saying, “don’t stop.”

He received the memo: Wreck me. Treat my throat like you treat my cunt.

He grabbed onto her head. One hand on each side and held her tightly. She knew it was about to get rough. He looked down at her. She looked up at him. She nodded.

It’s go time.

He throated her. Hard and fast. Pulling his eight inch cock almost entirely from her throat before plunging it back inside. Her naked body retched. She gagged and sputtered and coughed. His favorite part was the chugging, gagging sound she’d make. She exaggerated the sound effects, the sputtering, spitting saliva, the moaning all for him.

He.

Loved.

It.