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  • One Fine Day At The Office

    I work in a large industrial plant where various departments have to work together on projects to get the job done right and on time. On this particular project we needed the help or assistance of another engineering department that we normally don’t deal with. My job puts me in the position of being an assistant to my department head at times. I don’t have any authority, but get the cheap thrill of attending some pretty boring meetings and having to deal with the assistant heads of other departments who also have no authority and cannot make decisions. The assistant department head of the other engineering department was Pam Goodman. I had seen her around for several months. She was very sexy, had a great body, and being and engineer herself, was no dummy. I would also like to point out that she had always appeared very professional and never flirted that I had ever seen. Now keep in mind that this is the nineties and making a pass at a woman at work can get your ass in deep shit if you aren’t very careful. Sexual harassment and all that. If you tell the wrong woman she has a great ass, it could be you last day on that job.

    Recently I have had a number phone conversations with Pam. After the first few, she started sounding rather sexy on the phone and dropped a few sexual innuendoes, but they weren’t too blatant. The more I had talked to her the more innuendoes she had used and the more blatant they had become. It was like she had sex on the brain and I was turning her on even though I was being very careful about what I said. Maybe she had picked up that I was watching what I said, figured I would love to have flirted with her but was afraid to, and took it as a challenge. The last call was the one that got even more suggestive. During the conversation I had to admit that I had forgotten to get something done and that it had been a hard day.

    “So, who made you hard today?” she asked.

    “Made me hard today? Interesting choice of words.”

    “Did you see some woman showing a little cleavage or something?”

    So much for my wondering if that juxtaposition of words had been an accident, though I had been pretty sure it wasn’t. “No, I said I had a hard day, not that I got hard today, though that did happen too.”

    “Like I said, who made you hard today? I know you had a hard day, but who made you hard? I would think that would be a high point in your day.”

    “Oh, I’d rather not say.” As little as I knew her at this point I wasn’t going to tell her it was her cute ass walking down the hall that had given me the hardon. This conversation was getting interesting, but I was defiantly going to let her lead it.

    “You’re no fun. I thought you might have gotten flashed or something. Ever had that happen? Any of the women here ever flash you?”

    “No, I can’t say that that has ever happened. I wouldn’t mind it, but it hasn’t happened yet. Why, have you ever done any flashing here?”

    “Maybe.”

    “Not telling?”

    “No. Maybe you ought to pay more attention. It goes on around here a lot more than you might think.”
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  • Secret Party Slut

    “How did it go tonight?” I asked my wife as she returned home.

    “Okay.” She replied, trying to muster up a smile as she did so.

    Of course I knew how her night had went. I knew exactly where she had been and exactly what she had done, because I had watched her doing it. She had been fucked by at least seven different guys.

    I should have been livid, I should have packed my bags and left her, but I now knew that she had been a reluctant participant in the events I had witnessed. And I knew that she was doing it for us. Sounds strange, but it was true.

    The whole thing started a few months ago, really when she lost her job due to the economic downturn. We were struggling to pay the bills, even with the little extra I was making in over-time; when her friend Kelly suggested that she could make good money working with her as an events organizer. Initially Susan was enthusiastic, especially when Kelly told her how much she could make, but after one night when she went with Kelly to an event she decided that it wasn’t for her. I couldn’t draw her on what the problem was so I left it at that.

    A couple of months after that first event, Susan told me she was going to help Kelly with her next party, she seemed hesitant and again I asked her what the problem was, and again she was non-committal.

    The night of the event came along and I could sense that she was almost dreading going out to it, of course now I know why, but at the time it all seemed very odd, I put it down to first time nerves and a lack of confidence. She made £1000 that night and I was ecstatic.

    Looking back I can see it was then that things started to go sour between us. She lost her interest in sex, and she seemed to be more and more depressed. In the months that followed she helped Kelly at three more events and earned another £3000, but sank deeper into the gloom that had enveloped her.

    I eventually came to the conclusion that she was having an affair, stupid I know, but how could I have guessed that the problem really was that she was working as a high-class call girl.

    I came to the conclusion that the man she was seeing behind my back must work with her, so I decided to follow her to the next event and find out exactly what was going on.

    Kelly picked up my wife shortly before 8pm that Saturday night; I was already outside the house, waiting further down the street in a rented car, so when Kelly pulled onto the street and drove past me, I discreetly followed them. After about 30 minutes they pulled into the busy driveway of a large detached villa somewhere in the suburbs. The house was brightly lit and was surrounded by trees set back from a small lawn. The property was enclosed by a high wooden fence, but I scaled it easily enough and waited, hidden in the trees to see what I could make out from the outside.
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  • My Wife The Cum Slut

    Shelly always maintained that the best part of sex was the gooey feeling that a load of fresh cum left between her legs. “Hmm, I can feel it squish round inside my cunt and then start to run down my thighs,” she would say after a good seeing to.

    I always maintained that the best part of sex was feeling her cunt just after some guy or guys had freshly filled it. That and the anticipation of waiting for her to return home, wondering exactly what she was up to, how many men there were, had they stripped her off completely, was she sucking a cock. The feeling in the pit of my stomach as I waited for her was just pure agony.

    It all started after watching a program on hookers. One of the girls was about the same age and build as Shelly and she had started her call girl career by designing her own web site. Within weeks she was doing three to four punters a week and earning about £500. “Blimey, if she can earn that with her fat figure, imagine what blokes would pay to fuck you,” I said as we cuddled up together on the sofa. “Would you really like me to fuck other men?” she asked, running her hand over the growing bulge in my jeans. The more I thought about it the more turned on I got until the bulge had turned into a tent. “You bastard,” she joked, grabbing my hard on, “it’s actually turning you on isn’t it, you really would like me to be a whore. Perhaps you’d like to think of me doing this.” She unzipped my flies and pulled my rampant cock free. It was heaven as her tongue lashed round the rim before taking the first few inches in her mouth.

    “Oh yeah, that’s it babe, suck it real good, just imagine I’m some bloke in a hotel room and your sucking his cock.” She was kneeling on the sofa beside me, her short skirt riding high on her thighs showing a tantalising glimpse of black stocking. I ran my hand up her leg, enjoying the silky smooth feel of the nylon. “Just think, some total stranger would be doing this to you as you sucked his fat cock.” I let my fingers drift over her cunt mound causing her to moan in pleasure. “Would you like that, would you like him to touch your cunt as you suck him?”
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  • Wifes Vacation Fun

    This past month, my wife took the kids on a vacation while I was busy with business. It allowed her a chance to see relatives she hadn’t been around for some time. The relatives were keen to take care of the kids, thus allowing Heather a much needed chance to laze around their pool and have fun with the kids.

    She called every couple of nights to talk about their trip. All things were going well. I told her a missed her, and jokingly asked if she had received any compliments on her new bathing suit, a sharp bikini that showed off her toned tummy, great legs and ass. It is also a bikini with breast wiring, thus her modest breasts were pushed up nicely. She modeled it before she left for me, and let’s just say it was on her for only a minute or so.

    She told me she had a few mocking whistles from relatives, and laughed at my obvious horniness having her away.

    However, after about a week, she told me over the phone that some of her cousin’s friends were over, and she was quite a hit with one guy, Andrew, who apparently let her know that she was “hot” for an “old lady”. My wife is 32, and looks like she did in high school ever since she stared working out with pilates.

    Anyways, being horny, I asked her to flaunt herself a little more. She scolded me and told me to wack off to calm myself down. I thought that was the last of it.

    She called me a couple of night before they were to return home. She said Andrew had been in the pool with her the night before during a party. He came up from behind her in the pool and put his hands on her waist and said “boo”. She was somewhat startled but was also a little drunk and tired, so she didn’t force his hands away. She then told me over the phone that he must have taken this as an invitation, and moved one hand down to her crotch and started rubbing. She let it go for a couple seconds then swam away. She apologized for this to me, and said it was harmless, and that she wouldn’t let it happen again.

    Perhaps it was that I was both horny and missed her, that I told her to have some fun with him, just nothing too serious. I asked her what Andrew looked like. She said he was quite tall and cut, blond with a nice set of arms and a great smile. I told her to enjoy herself, only if she called. She laughed at me and said, once again, to go wack off and calm down, that nothing would happen.
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  • My Wife Gets a Little Slutty

    My wife Helena was going to her company Christmas party which I unfortunately was not able to attend. I had to go to a friend’s to help him install his Christmas lights on his house so his old lady would stop bitching at him. I told my wife that I would pick her up at the party around two in the morning so she could have a safe ride home.

    An old friend of mine who worked for the same company as she did said he would stop and pick her up for me. I was surprised to see to see the expression on his face when he saw my wife come out in her short skirt and tight silk blouse. She put on weight in all the right places a few years ago after having our daughter so she looked wonderful with her thirty four c breasts and her nice round ass in that skirt. So I nervously joked with my buddy John that he better keep the men away for me which he promised to do.

    I left the house to help my other friend put his lights up and finished around ten o clock so I decided that if I run home grab a quick shower and change I could be with my wife around eleven. As I figured I got their around eleven and thought it would be a great surprise for her to have arrive a few hours early. I looked around the crowded bar and restaurant area to find my wife sitting at the bar with John doing shot for shot with him. She was definitely getting loaded as she does not drink heavy except for a couple nights a year.

    I was going to walk over to them when I saw John take his hand and slide it up her leg up to the hem of her short skirt. She did not remove his hand from her leg for alcohol makes her very hornier than hell. Something inside me wanted to stop this from continuing but I stood where they could not see me and continued to watch. She got off the bar stool and went to the bathroom which was at the end of a dark hallway. She entered the bathroom and when she came out John was waiting outside of it for her.
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  • Brides Night

    Rebecca admired herself in the mirror. In a week she would become Mrs. Richard Peña in the wedding she had always dreamed of, but for now she could have a sneak preview of herself as a vision in white.

    The dress was perfect. The patterned lace clung to her upper body and enveloped her arms, leaving her shoulders bare to the touch. The layers of material covering her legs made her laugh, but rustled pleasingly as she practiced walking down the aisle. And when she put on the tiara, she did indeed feel like a princess.

    “No fucking way!” screamed Jenny as she stormed into the room.

    Rebecca giggled at her maid of honor. “What’s the problem?”

    Jenny slapped at her bridesmaid dress. “This is a nightmare! No fucking way am I going to wear this!”

    By now Sara and Beth wandered in, matching Jenny’s outfit but not as angry – just resigned.

    “Honestly, Jenny,” chimed in Sara. “This shade of blue could be making a comeback…”

    “Bullshit!” she growled back. “This color was buried with lots of other toxic waste and laws were specifically passed against it.”

    Beth pointed to the bunched-up material near her shoulder. “The flower-thing may have been going too far.”

    Rebecca rolled her eyes. “Geeze, guys! It’s only for a day. Besides, everyone’s going to be looking at me, anyway!” she winked.

    Jenny crossed her arms. “That’s it. We’re going on strike. We’re not being shown the proper respect with these dresses.”

    Rebecca gasped. “Hey!”

    “No. You brought this on yourself,” Jenny insisted. “I knew that bridesmaid gowns where supposed to be ugly, but you crossed the line, Becky.”

    Rebecca narrowed her eyes. “You know, you can be replaced.” She turned to Sara. “You’re my new maid of honor, Lefty!”

    Sara smiled broadly and clapped her hands for joy. Beth gave her a congratulatory hug and kiss on the cheek.

    Jenny caved.

    “O.K.,” grumbled the original maid of honor. “I won’t strike. But you’ve got a lot of making up to do for this.”

    Rebecca hugged her friend. “I’d kiss your feet if it would make you feel better.”

    Jenny smiled slyly and nudged Rebecca to the floor. “Actually Becky, it would.”
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  • Neighbor Teen

    David was a twenty-seven year old postal worker who lived in a quiet suburb. Across from him lived a widow named Jill and her nineteen year old daughter. The daughter was a tall skinny girl with pale skin and freckles on her cheeks. She liked to wear halter tops and short skirts which showed off her round bottom.

    One Friday as David was coming home from work, he looked up from his newspaper and noticed that Jill’s daughter was sitting cross-legged across the way from him. She had on a yellow halter top with pink roses and a green, pleated skirt.

    David pretended to be looking at his newspaper, but instead gazed intently at her long legs, shiny with glimmers of perspiration. Although she was thin, the girl had strong legs from all the walking she did weekends, as a waitress at a steakhouse. David’s hands began to feel wet and clammy. The sight of this nubile teen aroused feelings of lust. He thought about rubbing his hand up and down her tight, muscular calves. She was looking out the window watching the route the bus was taking and twisting her brown hair with her finger.

    David felt jittery as he expected the young female to notice at any moment that he was staring at her. As the bus stopped at a red light, the cute teenager leaned over to scratch her knee uncrossing her legs. Her brown hair fell forward, covering her face. Forgetting to cross her legs, she leaned back and her skirt hiked up half an inch. From his vantage, David could see a strip of white cotton between her legs, covering her pussy. David saw the way the thin material was slightly raised by the outer edge of her young vaginal lips.

    David waited for her to cross her legs again, but she kept them open. Seeing this pretty teen’s white panties made his lust grow stronger. David was getting an erection that dug into his thigh and he shifted his rump to make himself more comfortable from the ache of his manhood.
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  • Just Friends

    I looked out of my office window, it was far too nice a day to go to the works canteen, I decided I would go out for lunch instead. I told my colleagues that I had a dental appointment, and would be back for two.

    As I walked out of the office I switched on my mobile and decided to call Judy, I had known Judy for about seven years and although I found her attractive, nothing had ever happened apart from some friendly flirting.

    We were both happily married and our partners knew nothing about out friendship. We did not sneak around behind their backs, but we did not ever bring the friendship up in conversation, I think we both enjoyed the elicit side of our friendship.

    Judy was in, and more importantly her husband was out, I asked her if she would like to go out for a walk, and perhaps stop off at a pub for lunch.

    I’ll be ready in five minutes she laughed.

    I turned down her lane and saw her waiting for me, she was wearing a simple cotton summer dress and a cardigan.

    I drove out into the countryside we decided to drive to a path that would take us to a quaint pub, probably after about a two-mile walk.

    Judy sat down next to me her dress riding up her thigh, her sparkling blue eyes filled with fun she did not pull the hem down.

    Every time I changed gear my hand was tempted to reach over to her knee, but I resisted.
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  • Sister In Law Is Sexy

    I had only been married a few months when my wife Mary decided that she wanted to go visit her sister Holly who lived in Miami. Having not met her sister yet I had no idea what I was about to lay my eyes on but at least I new we were going to a nice place and that night time walks on the ocean front would lead to sex on the beach as my wife likes to have sex in strange places. Packing our suitcases I knew I needed to take a little inspiration for our nights together as my wife was fickle about where we had sex. So I put her collection of sex toys, a few porn movies and a bottle of baby oil in her case.

    As we pulled up at Holly’s house my heart skipped a beat and I became breathless at the sight of my sister in law Linda. I was pleasantly surprised at how Mary’s sister looked and she had curves in all the right places. Holly had deep blue eyes, long blonde hair and beautiful deep sun kissed skin. She also had big boobs that caught my attention at first glance and a nice heart shaped ass. As I tried to shake the thoughts that had already entered my head my cock betray me and began to swell up in my shorts. As Holly walked about the villa you could tell she had the air conditioner on as it cause big nipples to protrude almost right through her halter top.

    “You must be John, Mary has told me so much about you” Holly said as she ran up to meet me.

    She hugged me so close and seemed to purposely rub her big boobs against me. I was so hot I thought my dick would explode. I loved every second of seeing and feeling her against me. Don’t get me wrong I loved my wife but seeing Holly in her little red halter top and those big nipple sticking right out got me as hard as hell. I knew I just had to get her off my mind or I would end up fucking my marriage up. I thought to myself why didn’t I find her first. All I could think about was how my hot sister in law was and that I just had to have her.

    To try and take my mind off her I proceeded to unload the car and then get comfortable on the couch. As Mary and Holly went into what was to be our room while we stayed there to act like schoolgirls as I stayed on the couch and watched her big screen TV for a while. As our drive from Louisville had been a long one I began to get extremely tired and it wasn’t long before I fell asleep on the couch. The dreams I had of Linda’s pussy on my face were amazing. I dreamed of Linda riding my dick and while fucking my wife with her vibrator. Just as I was about to explode my wife woke me up.

    I didn’t know how to react to the dream I just had as it was so vivid and real. And it made me want her all the more. The next few days would prove to be a real test. Every time I saw Linda my heart would pound harder and harder and it appeared that every chance she got she was flaunting that beautiful ass in my face. Every night when I was fucking my wife her sister was all I could think about. It was the best sex we had had together in a long time but just fantasizing wasn’t enough I just had to have Linda’s pussy and find out if she was a natural blonde.
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  • The Photo Session

    I got an email from her two days ago. She said her husband was out of town and she needed some pictures taken. We’d been talking on the phone for a few weeks now, and thought it would be the perfect chance to finally meet. We were only three towns over from each other.

    April and I have been talking online for a few weeks now. I stumbled upon her pictures on a website and couldn’t help but stare. The first thing I noticed on her was her eyes. She had a cute little round face, and soft lips. She had a few extra pounds on her, but to be honest, it made her look even better. She was a very sexual person, even in the pictures where she wasn’t intentionally trying; I tell you it’s her eyes.

    She knew I wasn’t a professional photographer, but I took photographer very seriously. Most people think you need a good camera or a tripod to take great pictures, but I think it all depends on whose hands the camera is in.

    I grabbed my point and shoot camera and the directions to April’s house and headed for the door. It was a short drive, as expected but I was really nervous about it. I had only met one woman from the Internet before and she turned out to be a complete psycho. But April seemed different from her, so I figured it might be fun. This would be an especially difficult photo session, but I had no idea just how hard things would get. But I figured I could get through it in a professional manner. I did one day want to become a professional photographer, and not just with beautiful models. This would be first foray into working with a model.

    I pulled up to the apartment complex, and it was just as she had described it. I sat in the car for a few minutes, checking myself in the rear view mirror and just getting my courage to go in there. I kept telling myself nothing would sexual would happen, and you were just doing her a favor by taking these pictures for her. I had no idea what she wanted with them. It never occurred to me she was going to post them on her site. I guess I was too nervous to think this one out.

    I went up to the door, camera in hand and rang the doorbell. About a minute later, the door opened and I got the shock of my life. Instead of being in regular clothes (like I expected), April opened the door in a naughty little school girl outfit, including the white dress shirt, plaid skirt, white knee high socks and even more realistic was the hair in two pony tails on the sides of her head. She looked so incredibly sexy.

    “I saw your car pull up. I was wondering how long you were going to sit out there before you rang my door”, she grinned. I still thinking I was speechless, trying to take in the sight I held before me. I just kind of shrugged at her, still speechless. “And why did you bring your camera? We’re going to be using my digital camera. This is for the website, silly. And I don’t think you want to go into the pharmacy with these kind of pics. Now get in here, I’m starting to get cold.
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