The Secretary’s Surprise [MT] [blkmail] [reluc] [trans]

My day was going pretty good. I had just hired a secretary last week, and man, did that make a big difference. Good god, dealing with the new healthcare exchanges is a pain in the ass; I'm so glad I could get someone to do it.

She was hot, too, and dressed a little bit more provocatively than I would generally condone, but she seemed like a hard worker; she wasn't using her looks to get out of work, and eh, it is a relaxed dresscode environment.

I got an important sales call, and figured I'd have her drive me and, you know, help with the sale. Good looking women always helped with that, and her pantsuit was a little bit shorter and a little bit lower cut than regulation, but she was still pretty professional looking.

So we get to the auto-parts distributor; The meeting goes well; I turn up my pesudo-country boy charm, and successfully convince them that I can handle their datacenter needs, and that I'm the sort of guy they can handle talking to.

[Cuck] Introduction to my next Cuckold Story

I have failed as a father and husband. What will my children say when I tell them we have to move into a smaller home, that they’ll have to change schools, that they won’t be receiving presents as often, that seeing their father one day out of the week will have to suffice? Will they be disappointed in me? Will they look down on me? They would probably ask for a new father as their current father is functioning ineffectively.

What about my wife? My poor, beautiful wife. I promised her this neighborhood, this house, these cars, but what will she say when I have to sell them all? Will she still love me?

Everything came to a screeching halt when I received a letter from the IRS stating that I had owed back taxes, with interest. I conned my way out of paying taxes for nearly a decade thinking that I’d go legit sooner or later. How bad could it be? A million, or maybe a million and a half at most. No, my entire net worth of four million dollars was expected to be paid in full. My businesses were liquidated and I was bankrupt.

GRO Part 6 – Daddy used it, too. [Str8, Mf, oral]

It was lunch and Kyle, Bobby and Jeni’s father, had come home from work. He’d told them he was sick, and that was partially true. What he hadn’t done was discuss the nature of his malady. He certainly couldn’t tell them he was leaving due to a raging hard-on.

Kyle knew he had been dumb going to work today. Unfortunately that hadn’t been the only dumb decision he’d made over the last few days, just one of the more recent ones.

The first had been using the GRO.

He’d found the tube in Bobby’s pants pocket while doing laundry. Later that night, curious about what his son had gotten himself into, he looked up the product on the Internet.

Now, any sane, grown man knew it was a bad idea to put Russian penile enhancement cream on his genitalia. But Kyle figured the only way to adhere to this sound advice would be to never possess such a cream in the first place.

The way Kyle figured, any man left for a sufficient amount of time with a cream that promises to grow his dick would end up using it. He certainly had.

She didn’t see my face until after. [MMF]

My roommates went out of town that weekend.

As I was selling weed at time time, I figured I could make more money during the weekend if I stayed in town as opposed to driving up to North Georgia for the three day weekend. It was a slow weekend.

I spent most of Saturday lounging around the condo. I walked my dog, took a walk down the private dock to smoke a joint, then finally poured myself a glass of wine and began to brose the internet.

Naturally, I hit up Craigslist first. I was feeling dangerous that night, why not see what was under the casual encounters section? The first ad I responded to was a couple in their 20's who were looking to bring another man into the bedroom. Seeing as how they were closer to my age, unlike most of the people on casual encounters that evening, I promptly responded with a pic of my dick. No face. I didn't trust them like that yet.

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GRO – The Miracle Cream [Str8, m/f, inc b/s, oral] Part 1 of many.

“Bobby do you want…WHAT ARE YOU DOING?”

Jeni had entered her little brother’s room to ask him about dinner, but had instead found in naked from the waist down doing…something!

Now Bobby was scrambling to cover his privates with his bedspread—easily accomplished since, at 13, he didn’t have much to cover.

“GET OUT!” he was shouting.

“Bobby, were you masturbating?” Jeni asked mockingly, quickly finding amusement in the shameful situation.

“No…” Bobby said. He looked bashful, but something in his voice told her it was the truth.

“Then what?” Jeni put her hands on her hips and thrust out her chin as she asked, hoping to strike a pose of authority. At 16, she was certainly older than Bobby. But at 5’2” and barely 85-pounds, she was not the least bit bigger. If Bobby decided to make her get out, there would be nothing she could do to stop him.

However, Bobby didn’t seem to be in a position to put up much of a fight. His eyes involuntarily flicked to the bed. Following his gaze, Jeni saw what appeared to be a tube of toothpaste.

Passing Around the Birthday Girl [MMMffMMM]

Hayley is the kind of girl you'd expect to see in an American Eagle catalog. An All-American girl who didn't have huge tits or a big ass, but a girl who knew how to accentuate her petite figure in the right places.

The first time she came in at my cafe, Hayley was wearing a cute little white summer dress that hugged her body in all the right places. Her breasts were probably B cups, while her ass was plump but still on the small side. She stood no more than 5'1'', meaning that me and my buddies would easily tower over her.

Basically, she looked exactly like famous Viner Alexia Raye, a thin, white, dark-haired youthful girl who always looks like she walks around baring her mid drift.

One this particular day, she came in and ordered a drink. Going solely on my drive to try and get her into bed, I decided to try and talk to her.

"So, why is a cute girl like you all by your lonesome?" I asked her.

"Oh, well, I like to do things on my own a lot," Hayley said, smiling a little bit as if she truly welcomed this extra curiosity in her.

Stuck, Fucked and Sucked [mf][oral]

The subway car emptied out around Kendall Square. It had been a long night, my back was tired and the suitcase I lugged around like a barbell was comfortably resting on the seat next to me. The only other person on the train was a pregnant woman doing a crossword puzzle. Our eyes met as I studied her – blonde hair, puffy breasts, and a distended stomach that looked swollen and plump – but she quickly diverted her gaze, likely put off by the exhausted sixty year old man she saw staring back. I wanted to get up and talk with her. I wanted to tell her about how I used to be a famous lover in the 70's. I wanted to show her my tattoos and bore her with a story about the time I met Elvis in a bar outside of Reno, but it was easier to mind my own business than it was to try and learn hers.

Speeding along, the subway took a jarring turn before Harvard Station and suddenly stalled. The lights flickered for a moment and then died with a frustrated hum, flashing once more before turning off completely. A voice rumbled over the intercom, "We're sorry for the delay. The train is experiencing some mechanical difficulties and we ask that you remain seated until further notice. Thank you."

My Maid being Punished [Mf] – PART 2

"Now open your little mouth and get ready for my cock" I say.

She opens her mouth not as large as I would have hoped. I haven't showered in a couple days and can smell my balls from here. I'm sure she is just grossed out by them but I couldn't care.

"Say ahhh and look in my eyes as you're saying it" I say.

She says "ahhhh", and I aggressively force my cock in her mouth. Right away she pulls back trying to get my cock out of her mouth. As she does this I grab the back of her head with my hand and pull her further down so that I can feel the back of her throat.

"Put your hands behind your back and don't fucking move them" I tell her.

She puts her hands behind her back and I continue fucking her mouth as if it were her pussy. I'm in heaven right now, I can't believe I've got my cock in this 19 year olds mouth. This is exactly what I wanted to do to her the day that I hired her. I'm just treating her like a slut as I'm calling her names,

My Maid being Punished [Mf] – [First Story, Please tell me what you think]

It was a Wednesday morning and I was expecting my maid to arrive soon. I am a stay at home writer and my wife is at the office every day, it is usually just me and the maid (Jessica) home during the day. Jessica arrives just on time, she is a 19 year old blonde with an amazing body and perky personality. She has been working for me for about a month now and I truly hired her based on her looks. I knew I would be home every day and wouldn't mind having a hot 19 year old cleaning up after me.

I welcome her inside and she heads up to the guest room where she changes into her work clothes. Throughout the inside and outside of my house I have various security cameras hooked up to my computer. Unfortunately Jessica knows about some of the cameras so I don't have one setup in the guest room. I wish I did so I could watch her change. She comes out in her usual work clothes which is black yoga pants with a low cut shirt. I am constantly checking her out through the day as her body just makes my dick hard. She has huge tits for her size and a great tight ass.

Beyond Good and Evil [MF]

"What is done out of love always takes place beyond good and evil."

Friedrich Nietzsche, Beyond Good and Evil, Aphorism 153

Everyone hated him. That's why he was forced to pay so much. Arrogant, alcoholic, often sadistic, always misogynistic – never a good mix in anyone's books. The easy cash in hand nature of the work was often the sole reason she stayed, and the simple disposable income always came in handy.

Mr. James, the man of the house, was not what you'd exactly call obscenely wealthy, but he owned much of the arable land in the area, the only few businesses in the middle of the small township and consequently had a very good stable income. As a result, he could afford to keep Jocelynn as his maid, though she often felt more like a babysitter at times. Not that the James' had any kids – just that Mr. James often needed a lot of looking after when he started drinking, often after his bored wife hit the town every second night or so.