A Few Minutes Ago... "Dammit, Olivia! You can't just call up my boss and tell him I'm going to be late because you're horny!" "You're absolutely right and I'll never do it again," I promised without meaning it as I tugged one of the coverall's sleeves off Danny's arm. I had him trapped against one of my kitchen's counters and I had no intention of moving out of his way if he tried to leave. He'd have to run me over. "What...

I was a single female of twenty-six years when this story happened. Four years out of college and up until recently I was employed in an entry-level tech job. Three months before, I was promoted to a mid-level position in our company because of a skill set I had that was needed. I had a gift of turning plans and drawings into blueprints. My agreeing to move to a different city on the East Coast was also a factor in my pro...

The Present The man moving between my legs was gasping for breath. Though only a dim silhouette propped up on locked elbows above me in the shadowy darkness of the hotel room, I knew he was sweating profusely. Droplets hitting my stomach and tits told me that. He'd already come in me twice since I'd spread my legs for the first time on this bed. This was his third time trying to cum inside me and he wasn't a young man. Af...

Chapter 10 A Vault... After my greed-induced mini-orgasm, I put my brain on auto pilot and got down to business. I was soon in the grove. Unlock box, open box, briefly describe contents of box, empty contents of box into bag, replace box, move to next box. The only thing that wasted time was having to cycle through the majority of all ten keys sometimes to unlock the boxes. When the bag between my boobs started getting he...

Chapter 9 The Present... Third Floor Of A Building, New York City, USA I was still a little ahead of schedule as I drilled the last hole I hoped to need. A solid plug of concrete was freed from the ceiling by the series of holes I'd drilled around its perimeter. I'd cut through all the rebar except one. It was bent down from the weight of the plug of concrete it kept suspended. Climbing the scaffold I added my weight to t...

Chapter 7, The Present Removing what I needed from the boxes I'd brought to the third floor, I assembled the triangular frame quickly. Not surprising since I'd designed it. All the items were interchangeable and only used one size of bolts. None of that, Part A to Part B connected with Bolt C, shit for me! I'd had to disassemble the large air compressor into three parts, but I was able to reconnect the parts quickly. With...

Chapter 4 The Present... A Trash Dumpster "Rambo, I'm in," I broadcast to my partner while reveling in the cooler air flowing from the room I'd just spent two very hot days and nights tunneling into. The WHOOP! and YEE-HAW! I got in response was deafening through my earpiece. "Settle down, Rambo. I've got a lot of stuff to get inside. Let me know if a guard stands up even to scratch his ass!" "Will do, Sugar Tits. You are...

Chapter 1 The Present... A Trash Dumpster, New York City "Rambo to Sugar Tits. Rambo calling Sugar Tits. You awake Sugar Tits? This is your wake up call." "Yeah, I'm awake Rambo," I groaned. Rambo's irritating, nasal whine wasn't something I wanted to wake up to. Ever! "And, stop calling me Sugar Tits." The earpiece/microphone was coming lose from my ear and I seated it firmly back into place as Rambo continued, "Hey, you...

At C.V. Corps, we believe that participating in sports builds teamwork and Esprit de Corps. We proudly sponsor many teams in softball and 3v3 basketball intramural sports. However, due to popular demand, we've recently begun supporting a lesser-known sport. Harness Racing. I hadn't known so many would volunteer to participate! It has quickly become our most popular and attended sport. Indeed, we've had to build a larger s...

We at C.V. Corps believe in going that extra mile to help co-workers. I learned that a contractor had balked at adding a few small re-visions, such as more soundproofing material, that Mistress Beatrix wanted added to our dungeon... I mean our sub-sub-sub-basement. Mistress Beatrix was sad. Hearing of the difficulty, I immediately set aside my heavy workload and threw myself whole-heartedly into resolving the problem. I i...

"Jesus, Mack! Stop! My husband and your fiance are downstairs!" Pushing against the hard chest pinning me against the wall of the master bedroom proved useless. In truth, there were many people downstairs. This was supposed to be a party celebrating Mack and Pam's engagement! "What are you doing," I managed to gasp once I could move my mouth away from his. Of course I knew what Mack was doing. His hands moving over my clo...

A couple of years ago I was away attending to commitments. One of those commitments was attending a symposium out of state. In case you don't know, a symposium is an excuse to drink massive amounts of alcohol while exchanging life experiences that gradually turn to sexual experiences as the night becomes older, the scotch bottle becomes emptier and inhibitions become non-existent. This night, we'd shut down the hotel bar...

I left Rose Ann to sleep it off on the washroom floor. Returning to the kitchen, I'd just cleaned up the last of the mess we'd made when I heard her retching up another offering to the Porcelain Goddess. I hurried to hold her hair out of the toilet water again and gave her more water in a glass to swirl and spit when she was done. Afterwards she was leaning against the wall next to the toilet paper roll and moaning weakly...

Back in the early 80s, my Mum moved us to America when her company offered her the job as an assistant regional manager in 'The Colonies'. I was seventeen and entering my senior year. The transition from a British all-boys prep school to a co-ed local high school was very, umm, transitional, to say the least. My 'accent' made me stand out from the crowd of fellow students. That and my lean, athletic build from years of pl...

  It had been a long night. Watching a XXX tape on Rose Ann's new VHS machine. Taking care of Rose Ann during her drunken state. It had also been an early morning when Rose Ann, waking with the urge to pee, had screamed bloody murder after finding me in her bed and clutching her boob. Both of us were still feeling the effects from our drunken binge. Even with the drama of the last hour, it was Rose Ann who stretched out l...