Adult Female


Fantasies Fulfilled

Just before I opened the door I put on the rubber gloves so that I wouldn't leave fingerprints and then I pulled down my ski mask. I opened the door and walked into the office. It was always the last office to close up and go home on a Friday. Linda the woman that worked there was awfully dedicated, as was her secretary Amanda. They were both very attractive ladies. I had been stalking them both for quite a while. I closed the door behind me and locked it from the inside. The secretary asked me if she could help me. As I turned around Amanda became startled and then she picked up the phone. I showed her my handgun and she put it back down gently.

But You Have To Fuck My Mother Too

Holly was the prettiest check out girl that worked for me in my grocery store. She had also just turned sixteen years old and she could only work until nine o'clock on school nights, but that was okay since I closed at nine during the week anyway. After a week of working for me Holly asked me if she could work until nine and if I would take her home afterwards because it was hard on her mother to get there and pick her up. Sure I could, so I reworked the schedule to accommodate her needs. The very next night Holly stalled until the others had all left and we were alone. Then she said, "I'll let you fuck me but you have to fuck my mother too." All I could manage to say was "What?"

The Pregnant Coworker

Being a software consultant requires much traveling. Every six months to a year you are placed a new assignment with new coworkers. This new assignment was no different. I had landed a development role on a large software roll out project in Jacksonville Florida. Since I had just bought a house in Atlanta I requested that I work Monday through Thursday and flew home every weekend. The company I was working for had contracted to 5 other developers as well, 3 men and 2 women, all of which traveled back and forth between home and Jacksonville as I did. The guys were laid back and I enjoyed hanging out with them each evening.

Watching Little Casey Next Door

Dan Dixon, mid thirties and six years divorced, lives alone and works from home but is frequently on the road. His is the kind of lifestyle that doesn't lend itself to a stable relationship, and aside from the occasional part time girlfriend, he's comfortable being single. He's lived in his suburban house about ten years now, since he first got married, and then after his wife left him for a man who could pay more attention to her. He's been friends with his neighbors, the Sheridans, from the time they moved in, and has watched their four kids grow up and one by one move away.

A Late Night at the Office

Claire sat at her desk, recalculating the spreadsheet she was working on for the umpteenth time. 'God I hate annual budgets' she muttered to herself and scrolled to the bottom to see the effect her latest changes had made. 'That's better', she said as she compared the new figures to her targets with a mixture of pride and relief in her voice, stretching to relieve the cramp in her arms and shoulders. The glass fronted office she was sitting in was a pool of light in the midst of the rest of the dark building, broken only by the dim glow of the night lighting in the corridor beyond. Claire got up and went across to the window, high above the city streets. The traffic was lighter at this time...

Two For One

My names Cindy , I'm 24 and I'm a dancer living in Brighton on the South Coast of the UK. For those of you that don't know, Brighton is a very liberal party town which is why I love living here - I guess becuase I'm a very liberal party girl! I'm lucky because my job keeps me pretty trim and in good shape, I have a athletic body with a tight ass and good sized boobs - all this keeps me employed and pretty popular. I have several jobs, I dance for a company doing big corperate events and I also teach dance at a local comunity college, but when this happened I was still at dance school as a student and I worked part time at a 'Gentlemens Club' as a lap dancer.

Katies Horror

Katie walked down the dark streets of the rows and rows of townhouses, smiling to herself as she did. The wind blew gently in the night, lightly playing with her long blond hair. The music and noise from the party she just left died away in the dark and cold night as she made her way back to her car a few streets away in the Car Lot. There's no sound except for the gentle whispers of the wind in the night air. Katie stopped at her car, putting her purse on the hood to fumble for her keys buried in the depth of it. Soft footsteps behind her begin. She stops cold in her movements, turning around to see if one of her friends were trying to scare her.

Southern bell

The first time he saw her he was in love. She was the perfect woman for him, a true southern bell. She had long blonde hair, dark blue eyes and stood five eight without shoes. Her body had nice curves, her thirty-five inch breasts looked fine against her twenty-four inch waist, her hips measured thirty-four inch each only made her breast look bigger then the size they were. She looked so perfect to him. Her father was filthy rich so she was spoiled rotten, a debutante and bell of the ball so to speak. She knew every man wanted her and she play them like scarlet in gone with the wind. He knew he wanted her more then the rest and planned to get her.

How I Got My Job Part 2

I stayed on my knees, the three guys who were interviewing me stood around me in a circle. Looking down at me with dirty, satisfied looks on their faces, their cocks still semi erect. I spoke up in a pitiful voice, "Alan is my interview done?" They all chuckled for a bit before Alan replied. "We have to talk about that Katie." He glanced at the other guys, "Well I have to take a serious piss, you guys want to talk about Katie and her interview; follow me. And Katie, you stay right there! Don't move and don't get dressed." The three went off to the men's room in office, by this time everyone else, I assumed, was gone since they went left the office naked.

How I Got My Job Part 1

My name is Katie, I am 25, a very attractive brunette; I would give myself a nine on a scale of 1 -10. I know my 34D boobs get me a lot of attention from men. I'm 5'8", very nice figure as I love to work out, mostly jogging to tease the guys who watch me; watch my boobs bouncing as I jog by them. I had to tell someone about how I got my job. I guess I feel more comfortable just sharing it with strangers since I know I could never tell any of my friends, except for one. They wouldn't believe me or mainly not believe what I actually did to get my good job. A friend of mine told me about this site. He said people would love to read this story and would be jerking off to it, to me.