A beautiful young woman in a business outfit sits in front of the staff managers desk. The staff manager is still reading through her curriculum vitae, sometimes shaking his head in astonishment. “theoretical physics… Harvard… Top of your class… Giving lections in Yale, Princeton, Cambridge, Stanford… Prizes for publications…” The young woman just sits there, her left foot twitching nervously. “It’s all nice and good” the manager finally says putting the C.V. down. “Frankly – I’m afraid you are totally overqualified for this job.” He laughs “I mean, we were just looking for some spare boobs for the break room. ” He points out of the window that leads to the break room. A very exhausted looking woman in her 40s, with very large but really saggy breasts hanging out in the open, stays there, not looking much better than the battered vending machine next to her. “We hired good ol’ Elsa 20 years ago, you know, for our boys to have something to relax during their breaks. But well, I guess her perky days are over…” He sighs as if remembering the good old days. “Speaking of perky” he resumes “I don’t see any bra size in your C.V..” “34KK – all natural” the young woman says without any enthusiasm. “Good lord, now that’s what they meant when they send you over. The employment agency told me you were so ‘massively’ qualified.” Dismissively picking up her application he continues:”But looking at this… uh… Stuff…” He tosses it into a filing cabinet. “…I was like, is this supposed to be some joke? But 34KK, sure – now I get it.” He laughs like a pig would laugh. The young woman sheepishly adjusts her glasses and gives the manager a short but reserved smile. Despite her trying to cover up her massive bust by slouching and wearing a jacket, it looks like her blouse is going to explode any second. “It’s not that I have a choice.” She says grimly. “True, ‘Miss. Ph-DoubleDee’, and I’m sorry for that.” Despite of the mockery the manager sounds to be serious about that. “But let’s not get sentimental. You’ll be entertaining our workers live in the break room and via webcam at their work places or even at home, if they want to. You will get your own living container with bed and bathroom, all covered with cameras filming you. You’ll start tomorrow at 6 am sharp. You have today to move into your new home.” That marks the end of that conversation and while the young professor gets up to leave, the staff managers pads one of her large tits and says: “Don’t take it to hard, you will see – after a while you get used to that life, just like good ol’ Elsa over there.”
[M]ore than just a summer [f]ling [cheating]
Or, the story of how I fell in love with someone I shouldn’t for the hundredth time.
It was midsummer and my[21] long distance relationship with Sam[22] was all but over; we hadn’t spoken in days and we knew something had to change.
I knew Olivia and Jake from a past job, but I’d since moved a town over. It was Olivia’s 21st birthday, so her, Jake, her friend Gabby, and I were going out drinking to celebrate. Olivia is probably one of the most attractive people I’ve ever seen; tall, very slender, red hair, stylish, really smart. Despite all of that, though, I’d never really had a crush on her, per se, since we were both happily with other people. This was not so anymore – she had a boyfriend but they’d been having problems.
We went out and got very happily drunk. The three of us said goodnight to Gabby and went back to my place to crash for the night. We just decided to all sleep on the floor in the living room; I ended up in the middle, with Olivia on one side I’m her t-shirt and panties and Jake on the other. We all chatted for a while but soon fell asleep.
Cu[m]ing on her [f]ace…
One of the hottest things that happened to me, in terms of outright filth; she was 20 I was 40 – also the largest age gap by far – petite, dark haired, fit and pretty. She was in an open relationship with her bf, and they’d done some swinging already, as she had with a previous bf as well. One night, and entirely platonically, she drunkenly ended up in my bed in tears. Nothing happened that night (other than a bit of spooning where my cock could not help but get hard with her pert arse on my groin) but we bonded a bit, stayed in touch, and then spent A LOT of time on whatsapp – she went from not being interested (she told me that rather brutally to my face at one point!) to being interested – clearly I have some chat going on…
Anyway, I got a room near to her base (she’s also military, albeit different service). She rocked up on her 125cc moped (we’d bonded heavily over motorbikes), and up she came to my room. She could not stay the night, so we had to make hay while the sun shone, and we started snogging as soon as we could, getting each other’s clothes off fast, playing, teasing, stroking, licking…
In need of an author: I have characters, but no story. I would gladly pay some talented writer to turn these ingredients into a fine delicacy.
As the title suggests, I am looking for an author for hire. I have a set of four characters in mind for a story, I even have a setting. But I also have no discernible skill at word craft, and I am sorely lacking in time to write. So I thought I’d offer up my characters and see if any author wants to make a profit off of making a story with my idea. I am very open to negotiation of price, and I believe in paying writers fairly for their work. Now, let’s meet the characters!
– Ryan: A shy young man, and a first-year college student. Ryan is nice but introverted. He’d rather spend time arranging his Sailor Moon collectibles than going to frat parties. He’s not a big fan of being touched, and has never even kissed a girl. Not that he doesn’t want to, but his timidity has left him rather under the radar for most women. Save for the 3 ladies we’re about to meet…
Looking for the story of that girl [F] on a couch
There’s a story about a girl masturbating on her couch when her (female) roommate walks in. The girl doesn’t stop going at it, and proceeds to have an explosive orgasm while staring at her roommate. I know one of you fuckers saved it.
At the gym[MF]
the gym
This isn’t a very sex-filled story, but it did happen and I just had to share.
This is my first real life public sex encounter and it was pretty amazing.
Oh! And I’ll start this story with the fact that my wife caught 2 women having sex in the dressing room a few weeks ago.
My gym has these “hydromassage” beds that you lay on and hot water sprays on your back without getting you wet…crazy, right?
Anyway, they are down this hallway. On the right there are two chairs, a partition, then two beds layed out against the wall going the length of the hall.
It’s a “room”, but really just a partial partition wall between the hallway you walk down and this “room”. The openings at the head of each bed are about 12 feet wide and no doors.
Down the left side of the hallway are the tanning beds, each in their own private room with locking doors, since I imagine most people get pretty naked in there. Sadly you are supposed to stay dressed on the hydrobeds.
[MF]{Cheating}{Anal} I’m a jerk
So not all hookups are awesome, despite what my past posts have indicated.
I was in Baltimore on business, really nothing spectacular about this trip, however I did give Tinder a try. The risk of being seen by anyone I knew was pretty low. Anyway, I got a number of matches and chatted with a few women, but wasn’t able to find someone who could meet up that night for a one night stand, so I decided to go to an Orioles game.
Right as I sat down after the National Anthem, my phone buzzed with a match. Honestly I had just been swiping right on just about anyone who was mildly attractive with little regard for details, so when I dug deeper I saw this woman was not my type really. But I responded anyway.
I wasn’t a jerk about it right off the bat, but made it clear I was just interested in one thing. I told her I was married and only in town for the night. She claimed she could change my mind about that, that after one night with her, I’d be hooked. She claimed to be kinkier than any woman I’d ever been with before. Alright, game on! Even if she wasn’t my type, I was DTF and so was she apparently.
Flight of the Red Goblin [fantasy] [Mf]
The sounds of sex filled the cargo deck of the airbus traveling at 30,000 feet above the Atlantic Ocean. I tried listening for someone coming down to check out the noise, but couldn’t hear anything because of the constant sexual pleas of a 15 year old Russian girl my lawyer, Burt Aynol, had seduced mid-flight.
She parted her legs spread-eagled to him while laying back on a large suitcase. Her blonde hair splayed out, light blue eyes shining with lust. I saw him pistoning his 50 year old cock into her tight teen pussy, balls slamming at her entrance, her pitch rising as his thrusting increased in speed.
We were returning from a business trip to the Czech Republic, except it wasn’t legal business we were interested in. Burt had been hired to arrange for the trafficking of ten girls between the ages of 17 and 19 to the United States to work in the porn industry, both amateur and professional. They were all presently seated in economy class. This job could not have been done without the use of my goblin powers. He and I had struck a deal: I help him on this job and he would do me a special favor in return. The reason we were down in the cargo deck was Burt’s eagerness to fuck the brains out of this underage hottie.
F/f femdom, religious play, bdsm
Continued from my last story:
Post-workout shower [MF][anal]
I was out for a run the other day at my usual spot the first time I saw her. I liked this trail because it went high up on a hill and provided some good views of the city. Today I liked it because it provided a good view of her sexy body. She was wearing tight spandex shorts, black with a red waist section, and a very tight, revealing top that looked half-sports bra, half bikini top. She had her long black hair back and her face showed a fun smile as she jogged and chatted with her friend. I checked both of them out as we passed on the loop, giving them a quick wave and a nod. Her friend was talking but they both looked up at me and smiled as we passed. I played out a few fantasies in my head but thought nothing much of it until after my run.