collection of stories you shouldn't read at work
Second try got removed because I had links in it.
Second story I’ve ever written, it was a follow up to another shorter story with the same main character. I added pictures for the redditor who wanted the story. I would love to hear some constructive criticism. (I know there is no real character development but it was never ment to, its just mainly masturbation material.)
Hope you enjoy:)
Scott and Anath, lifelong friends and partners in adventure, entered the lair of the lamia together. They had accepted a quest to kill the creature, a half-human half-snake, for the safety of a nearby village. The reward offered was high, and it was thought that the monster had her own hoard on top of that. For Anath, success meant a nice house for him and his beloved Wynona back home. For Scott, it wasn’t so much about the gold as it was satisfaction that he was making the world a better place by ridding it of evil, and sharing the task with his best mate.
Anath was tall and agile, he led the way deeper into the cave. Scott followed as quietly as he could manage, which wasn’t easy in his heavy armor. The tunnel kept curving around and around, and always sloped downward. They both had torches, but there wasn’t much look at. The walls were unnaturally smooth, even tidy. They heard nothing as they descended, but after several minutes, began to notice a faint fragrance in the air. To Anath, it smelled like the soap his Wynona liked to use in the bath, and to Scott it smelled just like the incense from the cathedral where he had pledged to live a life of goodness.
I hadn’t been at my job long when my manager told me I wasn’t his type. I don’t even remember what brought it up now. I didn’t ask him if I was, but it wasn’t out of the blue either. I like to think I took the comment as a challenge, and that was the only reason I wanted to pursue him, but the truth is I found him pretty hot. He had the blue eyes and big build I always go for, not fat, but thick and strong with muscular arms. He was definitely my type. I knew he was right about me though. I had met his wife and saw the women I knew he checked out online. They were bigger than me and looked tougher, sometimes with a whole sleeve of tats. I am fairly petite, no one would ever consider me tough, and I don’t have any tattoos. I accepted he wasn’t into me and figured the occasionally flirty comments he said to me were all in good fun.
He was a good listener. I often caught myself telling him things I hadn’t meant to and didn’t tell anyone else. I loved to listen to him talk about his weekend, his hobbies, working out, his favorite shows, and when he was a kid growing up nearby. Truth be told, I liked him more than I could ever let on.
I was a small office, so I set at his desk while I worked part time as his secretary. He was usually busy running the place- doing the heavy lifting and directing the few other employees. I loved sitting at his desk. It felt intimate looking through is drawers and touching his belongings. Nothing was off limits, and I wasn’t being nosy, I just felt close to him handling things I could tell had been in his desk for years.
I made most of my calls and completed the filing in the mornings while he helped load the merchandise for deliveries and sent the drivers on their runs. The afternoons were slow. We were frequently alone. I would browse the internet on his computer while he sat in front of me at the common-use computer and did the same. Sometimes we would go an hour or more without speaking, but more often, he would beckon me up to check out some pics from an event he had been to over the weekend or a new music video from an artists he liked. I would stand at his elbow leaning in close watching the computer monitor with him. Sometimes I would accidentally brush his arm with mine and was surprised he couldn’t feel my intense longing for him in just that touch. I would gaze at him as he gazed at the computer screen enjoying just being near him. He didn’t know that the moment I got home, I would download whatever song it was he had asked me to listen to with him. I would replay it over and over just to capture those feelings I had while I stood so near him.
This went on for over a year. I figured it was all that we would ever have though I often thought of him when I was pleasuring myself at home.
On a day like most others, I had completed my work, and he had sent the drivers on their runs. We were alone. He was working in the warehouse next door while I sat in the office. I tried to think of reasons to go hang out with him and talk, but I didn’t want to interrupt him, so I sat at my desk playing out different sexy scenarios involving him in my head. When he came in to take his seat at the computer in front of my desk, I was already pretty turned on. I watched hopefully as he opened up YouTube. He called me up to watch some new video he had discovered the evening before. I stood near him trying to pay attention to the video, but being that close to him was having an effect on me I couldn’t control. I was watching him instead of the monitor when he turned to look at me. I tried to disguise the wanting look I knew was in my eyes. I was suddenly ridiculously shy around this man I had spent 18 hours a week with for over a year. I was looking at my shoes waiting for him to turn back to the computer when I felt his hand on my arm. I looked up to meet his eyes. I am not sure what was different about this time. Did the look on my face give me away? Did the naughty thoughts I had been having before he came in make me a little more forward than usual? Was the sexual tension just too strong for him to miss finally?
Whatever it was, he leaned over to kiss me. I was so eager that I was afraid I would overwhelm him with my enthusiasm. But to my excitement, he responded just as enthusiastically. I took this opportunity while we were kissing to run my hands over those strong arms I had thought about touching 100s of times. I was surprised to find his work shirts hid stronger muscles than I realized. I ran my hands over his chest to find the same. As we continued to kiss, I knew I had to feel his bare skin. I unbuttoned his shirt and slid my hands up under his white t-shirt. I knew I was being ridiculously forward, but I reached for his belt as we continued to kiss. I couldn’t figure out how to undo the buckle, but he was happy to help me out. I pulled down his pants and boxers and saw he was as excited as I was. There was no talking as I lowered myself to my knees. I put his cock in my mouth. I am not one of those girls that knows how to deep throat, but I like to think what I lack in that department, I make up for in eagerness. I wrapped a hand around the base of his cock and pumped my fist as I excitedly took him in and out of my mouth running my tongue along the bottom of his dick and over the tip never fulling taking him out of my mouth. I would have been happy to have him cum in my mouth, but he had different ideas and pulled me back up to my feet. I had worn a skirt to work that day and my tops were always low cut. I liked the looks I got from the men that came in the shop, so I continued to dress this way even though he had mentioned to me once that the owner frowned on it. I was glad that I had made my body easily accessible to him as he ran his hands over my cleavage. His palms were rough from working with is hands most of the day and it turned me on all the more. I tried to wait patiently while he explored my body as he wished, but I kept finding myself leaning into his touch eagerly. We both knew we would get little warning if a customer or co-worker decided to come in, and it made everything more frenzied. He pulled down my top and brought his mouth to one nipple as he massaged the other with his fingers. That hand wandered down my body to pull up my skirt and work down my panties. I was already wet, and his finger slid easily inside me. He pulled his finger out and brought it to my lips. How did he know this would excite me even more? I eagerly licked my juices off of his finger. I wanted so badly for him to bend me over the desk and fuck me, but I didn’t know if that was too much… going to far, so I started to drop back down to my knees again. It might not sound like much of a distinction after all we had done, but I wanted to make him cum and if he didn’t want to actually have sex, I was pleased to take him in my mouth again. He pulled me up before I could get that far and turned me around. For a moment he pulled my body to his and wrapped his strong arms around me before bending me over and sinking his cock deep in my pussy. He pumped into me as my hips banged against the desk. I met his thrust eagerly. I had no thought of cumming myself, but I felt it building as he banged into me, and I cried out his name as I came. It was the first word either of us had spoken since this started and it sounded so loud in the office. My excited cries set him off, and I turned to look over my shoulder so I could watch him as he too came. It is always my favorite moment watching the pleasure overtake my partner’s face. As he pulled away and we began to straighten our clothes before anyone walked in and discovered us in disarray, I asked him if he was sure I wasn’t his type after all.
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Over the past several months, I had been thinking about my ex, wondering how she was, what she was up to and just wanted to know how she was leading her life. She’s Guyanese and I’m Indian. We dated a decade ago in high school for a very brief period, but things ended poorly at that time. We had rekindled some magic in our senior year, but neither of us acted upon it. We went to different universities, and she started up a relationship during the summer before freshman year. Although I did miss her, I thought things were over and went about my first freshman semester living it up.
But interestingly, she reconnected with me during that first semester, and we continued talking throughout it. We spent a lot of time video chatting, a few times a week, and the conversations would become increasingly sexual, incorporating talks about penis size, when/if we were ready to have sex, etc. I didn’t tell her about my one night stands, but she’s a very intuitive person so I’m sure she picked up on it. I eventually decided to go see her at her school, and of course, I botched that meeting, making unwanted and unwarranted advances. She immediately shut me down and told me to leave. I felt so humiliated and was so pissed at myself for being gullible and allowing myself to get led on like that. After that moment, we never got in touch, removing each other off social media and not maintaining any form of communication.
She thought she had me figured out. The conversation was good, our pasts had some similarities, our current lives were different but now converging. I already knew she was more of a submissive, but I had to find out for myself. After a few drinks, I began to touch her gently as she spoke. Caressing her arm, the back of her neck just under her hairline, stroking her hair….we soon began to kiss. Her eyes widened and her face glowed in the firelight. The intensity of our kisses grew as I stood up over her and instead of the gentle caress, my hand firmly took her hair. She stopped breathing as I moved her head to the left and kissed her neck…as my warm breath brushed against her ear. She smiled as I stepped behind her camp chair taking her hair firmly into my hand. Again, tilting her head to to the side to kiss and bite her neck as my free hand found it’s way down the front of her shirt. Her firm tit in hand, her obviously sensitive nipple pinched and pulled tightly between my fingers. She groaned with desire. We made our way over to a more secluded part of my urban yard. I got up and sat on the edge of the picnic table, feet on the bench. She was unbuckling my pants with this amazingly adorable smile. I sat back as she pulled my hard cock out of my pants, taking it into her soft hands. She kissed me then went to her knees. She took my dick into her mouth…sucking and licking it to my pleasure. The moonlight lit up her face…she looked so eager to please me and it fucking turned me on. I leaned over her, once again making use of her hair, pulled her head back to look into my eyes. I told her that if it was anyone else I might be concerned with their delicate knees on the rough concrete, but I knew she liked it. By now her top and bra was off….I told her to take off her shorts, she obliged. She stood and turned away from me as she loosened and dropped them to the ground. Her panties were all that were between me and her sweet ass. Still turned away from me, I ordered her back to her knees. Once on her knees, her hair held firmly in my fist, i kissed her from above, fondling her sensitive breasts more aggressively, she moaned…a breathy, “Oh God.” I stopped her. I spoke clearly, but quietly into her ear, “God has nothing to do with what’s happening right now, my name is Dylan.” She smiled as I made her repeat my name. Soon she was facing me and her cock hungry mouth was taking me in. I began to thrust a bit, to her delight…her eyes so eager and yearning. I wanted to come….she pulled back, looking up at me, biting her lip…smiling…ready as my pre-cum dripped onto her tongue…my cock emptied into her thirsty little mouth….she looked so happy….God knows I was….of course….God really had nothing to do with it.
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I’m excited. Not crazy excited but we don’t get out much so any social interaction is wonderful. Our friend Gwen is coming into town and is staying the night. My perverted self is swimming in dirty thoughts but reality slaps me into a strait consciousness.
My wife, Bea, is happy to have her here and our kids are about the same age so they play wonderfully. Small talk is made and the past is caught up upon. The news of the night is her recent breakup and how she has been dealing with it. Nights crying and other nights partying. Not a particularly good combination but life sucks sometimes.
She recently hooked up with a friend for a one night stand and admitted it was really fun but is a little worried about the consequences. Not a big deal in my opinion but I’m open minded. I asked if she was safe about it and she responded positively which covers my only concern. I obviously want to hear every detail but think I may be pushing the conversation. This is where my wife saves the day. She asks what they did! My mind does a cartwheel.
I’m a hopeless romantic. I think, even with all things considered, I’ll always be one. Maybe I’ll have a reason again to be hopeful. Stuff like Valentine’s Day always makes me hopeful. Call it corny, but that, random acts of kindness/love, and pretty much any romantic comedy gets my heart a pounding, in the best ways. Cute girls do that too.
So a wicked cocktail of inspiration found its way in front of me on Valentine’s Day 2013. Leah and I had been dating since the beginning of that school year. Was it love? I don’t know, we whispered to each other after we fucked. The way I pulsed in her was slow and sensual. And she’d lightly dig her nails into my back as she whimpered into my ear, and her breathes would pick up as she’d start to tighten around my tan cock. And before long I’d be erupting onto her stomach, kissing her cheek, and spooning her.
Her pale skin and red hair fit so well with the little black dress she wore that night. Her meek smile was something I had gotten used too. Leah always had a worry…always had something her mind, even when we were together in our most intimate moments. So as we started to dig into appetizers at a swanky hotel restaurant a couple hours away from our college town, I didn’t put much thought into her slightly less than excited demeanor.
You know, I think when you’re truly focused and in love with someone, every extraneous noise sort of becomes all muddled. Like you’re underwater. And that person you’re focused on his your clarity. Clear as day. Valentine’s Day was about surprises. And I had delivered mine. A four star hotel room, that amazing dinner…and hopefully I’d be delivering a weekend of lovemaking. But Leah had her surprises too.
And it’s crazy how fast she sank into the deep end with me too.
“Did you hear me?” I had to have paused too long, “I cheated on you.”
Her voice was static. It was fuzz. Her transgression had happened when she went home over Thanksgiving break. And again Christmas break. Some old ex. Some emotionally manipulative asshole. Her words. Not mine.
“So what do you think about that?” she leaned back and bit her lip. A helluva Valentine’s Day surprise. And I got hot. I got furious.
“Why?” I finally breathed, digging my nails into my palm.
“He fucked me like he hates me. He always did. You just couldn’t ever go there with me.”
That stung. I’ll admit it. Especially because it’s not what I fucking meant.
“No,” I growled, “why are you telling me this now?”
“Because you’re too good. You’re too nice,” she shook her head, locking her green eyes with my browns, “I don’t deserve all of this. This dinner. This room. I just deserve to be punished in my loneliness.”
She poked at her food as I felt my heart throb in the most painful of ways.
“You’re probably right,” I muttered as I shoved back in my chair. I wasn’t so much furious as I was numb, as my mind was racing with any possible ideas of how to get through the rest of the night without drinking myself to death. Shaking my head, I pulled a couple of bills from my wallet and threw it on the table.
“Wait, what are you doing?” she asked genuinely as I paced off in the direction of the elevator.
“Fuck you,” I breathed. A flash of hurt crept across her face, as she stood to try and follow me. Leah was pretty petite, so my angry and long strides hastily beat her to the elevator. I waited for the door to open as she padded up to me, quickly sliding in as she continued her approach. Things might have been different if I would have just mashed the “close door” button, but she slipped in at the last second.
The room was a few floors up, but thankfully there wasn’t any elevator music. Come to think of it, maybe it would have been better for my wandering mind. We stood in the back corners of the vessel, I’m sure both debating about what our future held. Not even as a couple. I’m pretty sure that was over. But I almost started having second thoughts as I stole glances at her.
She stared forward, that meek smirk back at home. Her pale neck sloped down, and her small, pert chest rose and fell ever so slightly. Her ass was pretty small, but hey, it fit the figure fine, and as the black dress hugged it and hovered over her ivory thighs, I just fucking pounced.
Pressing her up against her corner, my palms found its way harshly against her stomach, as my lips kissed her hungry mouth. She let out a moan as her hand fell to my wrist, and she pressed her body up against me. Leah bit my lip as she pulled my hand up level with her neck, and I closed my fist around it. I bit back. Harder. We roughly made out, pausing only when the bell dinged and the doors open.
Her smile was wider as she looked up at me, and I glared down at her. My hand coasted down her collarbone, and I roughly squeezed on her tits, before I dug my fingers into her shoulder and pushed her in front of me. In seconds I was pressed up against her from behind, and she was stifling moans against the door to our room. I slid my keycard into the door and slowly opened it, before grounding my hips into her from behind. When we were slightly out of the sight lines of the hallway, I roughly grabbed her ass cheek through her dress. Leah cussed in affirmation, as I pulled up the material to squeeze her globes. No panties. Fucking bitch.
I pulled my hand back and rapped it down hard as she yelped. I shoved her and the door forward even more, pulling her out of the way by her wrist to slam the door behind me. And I shoved her back against it.
“Hold your fucking dress,” I commanded, as I started slapping her small ass again. On. And off. I railed against her ass, as she wiggled it for me. After five or six spanks, I slid my fingers down and spread her thighs open. She was gushing.
“Fucking drenched? Just from that?” I whispered into her ear, before biting at her neck.
“Mhmm fuck, I told you I like it rough,” she happily laughed out.
But this wasn’t even about her.
I dug my fingernails into her side and shoved her in the direction of the bed. She crawled around on all fours as I started to unbutton my dress shirt. Tossing her legs over the edge, she dipped a hand between her thighs as I approached, but almost dutifully started to focus on my belt and slacks. As I shimmied out of my dress shirt, she pulled my throbbing tan cock out and jacked it off as she smiled up at me.
When I pulled off my white v neck, she dived onto my length, slurping fast and hard. She was so fucking eager. Slutty red lips grinned around my cockhead, painting my tan manhood. And as I buried her hair in my fist, I face fucked her. But after a couple of minutes, I couldn’t even look at her.
So I forced her off my cock, slapping her cheek as she closed her eyes and moaned. My hand found her neck again, as I moved her back on the bed, where she eagerly spread her legs. Dancing out of my boxers and slacks, I shook my head and jacked my dick.
“Turn,” I said simply, and she followed orders well. Sashaying that ass, she was so fucking ready. And I was too. I was ready for one last memory. Spanking her one more time, I pushed the bottom of her dress up before sinking my full length into her tight little pussy.
“Mhmmm fuck,” she cried out, almost surprised. My hands gripped the globes of her behind, as I pumped in and out, groaning out under the duress of her gates. I spanked her every once in a while but for the most part I just channeled my anger into her.
Leah looked back every so often, biting her lip. And I knew that face. But I had come to hate it. I balled her hair in my hand and pressed her down into the bed, spanking her even harder as I picked up speed. When she resigned herself to that place, I tore the straps of her dress down so I could squeeze her little tits, nipples capping under my dominance.
She moaned against the bed spread, cussing as she bounced her ass on my cock. I pulled back and spanked her, before sinking in again, feeling her cunt gush all over my thickness. And I felt so fucking close. I badly wanted to press my whole body weight against her, and cum deep inside. But all things considered, that was probably an awful idea.
Still, I picked up speed, digging nails into her ass cheeks, pumping in and out as I felt cum start to rumble in my balls. And right as I was a few strokes away, I slipped out and quickly wrapped my hand around my dick, slickly sliding up and down my shaft.
“Mhmm fuck….fuck you Leah,” I growled, blasting cum all over her lower back, and painting the material of her dress. I fell back into a sitting position as she warily looked back over her shoulder.
“I need to shower,” I said simply, “I want you out of here by the time I’m done.”
After the truth came out again, I went to see my girlfriend. It was a good trip. She was hurt at first, obviously, considering the number of times this had happened, but I really did feel bad and I think she heard it in my voice. I swore up and down that I loved her, that it would never happen again—this was in her apartment, right after I arrived—she was hard as a steel girder until I went up behind her and cupped her breasts, at which point she melted against me. And then we fucked.
Afterwards things were back to normal, her bustling happily in the kitchen, me lying in bed naked with my dick floppy in the damp tangled sheets, wondering what the fuck I was doing, and why I said I loved her when the truth was I only loved her about two thirds of the time, and never after we fucked.
Joren kissed the whitish scar on the back of the green-skinned knee, making his diminutive goblin wife giggle. “And this one?”
“I can barely remember,” Vexation said, flipping her loose blond hair from her eyes. “I think it was from some asshole raider back in Urthhaut.”
Both Vexation and her human husband were naked in their group’s makeshift shelter tent, which projected from one side of their small travel wagon. A small hooded lantern glowed warmly in the corner, its flame set low. Hemlock and Black Ember were on guard duty on the perimeter of the caravan’s encampment, and Stiletto was off on a romantic liaison with her new beau. They had the tent to themselves for the evening, and planned to make the most of the rare event.
The tall tawny-haired male kissed his way up to her round emerald rear, licking along another line of off-white. “This one?” he asked.
She cooed at the feel of his hot tongue. “That was from that wolf attack I told you about. One of its claws.”
Joren turned her partially over, kissing at a wide puncture mark on her side just over her hip. “This looks like it was nasty.”
I watch him move further into the room with confidence. He watches me as I watch him. The closeness of him making my pussy drip like a leaky faucet. *”Hi baby girl,”* he says as he watches me try to catch my breath. His voice makes me squeeze my thighs together to ease the ache.
*”Hi Daddy”*, I respond barely above a whisper as I watch him still watching me. He smiles, closes his eyes, and inhales deep. My scent; I blush and watch as he opens his eyes and looks down at me. I openly check him out from head to toe. He is so masculine and Dominant, leering at me from above. He walks further into the room and sits on the bed. My back now facing him. He sits and just watches for a beat. I don’t dare move or attempt to get up. I am here for him. To be used by him. My pulse quickens at that thought.