Sarah stood in front of the mirror, her heart pounding—both fear and anticipation in her stomach. At just over 5’, while not as tall as she would like to be her slim, petite body was one she was proud of. She would have liked bigger boobs, but was hoping they would still fill out a little more over the next couple of years and even so, on her holiday in Spain last year she was not short of attention from boys. Her school...

I have so much to do, and I really should be working, but all I can think about this morning is walking into your office, with lust in my eyes, and closing the door behind me. Walking directly to your chair and dropping down to my knees. Looking you in the eyes while my fingers work your belt and zipper. I open your pants and pull them down just enough for your already hard dick to spring out and stand upright. While you...

I’ve worked at this place for eight years, seven years as care staff and a year as admin. I’m still getting used to it but I like to think I’m doing a good job. You’ve never seen me at work before yet we’ve been talking for a year, dating for three months. Due to the distance between us it’s been hard, but we’ve managed to make it work; the odd phone call here, video call there. It’s not the same as being with you in a ro...

Her alarm clock told her that it was midnight and sixteen-year-old Lydia Case jumped out of bed and switched on her laptop. While it began its start-up sequence, she stripped off her PJs and headed to her lingerie drawer and rummaged through the collection of bras and panties she owned and removed a pair of black silk thong panties and a matching shelf bra. From another drawer and hidden in the back among the various pair...

One Saturday afternoon I got a call at the apartment where I was living with my family. My dad happened to answer it and said it was for me.I said, “Hello, this is Paul.”I heard a woman's voice, “Paul D’Amato? This is Janice Dubin, you know, from Trylon Typesetting. We met this week.”This was in the late spring of 1976. I had applied for a job as a part-time paste-up artist and proofreader at a Manhattan typesetting compa...

Doctor Jodie Wright whirled and pressed her back to the surgery door the moment it shut, sealing the small room from the patients waiting in the lobby. Her expression clouded, the arch of the wide window opposite reflected in her golden brown irises, as she stared at the back of the man ahead of her and hissed, "You shouldn’t be here." She ran her fingers through the mane of taupe hair that pooled over her crisp white lab...

Julianna sighs. This class just goes on forever! I mean, I love the subject matter, German Renaissance? Hel- looo. But as a night class, three hours is just too long. I take fabulous notes on the first half of the class, but the professor is a task driver and doesn't allow for a break, something we all need so we don't fall asleep. By the second half I'm bored and my brain wanders when it should be sticking to the lecture...

Mr Anderson was a dignified man. In his early forties, he was respected throughout the community as The All Girls Vittoria Academy’s Headmaster. With salt and pepper hair he was not an ugly man, but he was not a smoking hot young one. His look was distinguished, powerful. All Girls Vittoria was a prestigious school, a school that Mr Anderson took pride in. The school valued student appearance with great importance, as the...

I woke up this morning feeling a little different, but that didn't stop me from going to work. But it did make me wanna go to work dressed like a little whore. I went and jumped in to the shower and shaved my pussy, because I knew it was gonna get a ride today. I got out the shower and open the curtains to my sliding window, so my nosy perverted neighbor could see my naked body. I dried my body and found my sexiest pink t...

You are on the phone and I cannot resist. I am drawn to the sound of your voice, just like Peaches-the-cat, and just as predisposed to purr as she is. You are sitting in your chair, staring sightlessly at the computer monitor as you talk. 'Ah, good,' I think, 'its not work-related.' I long to touch you and I do so, running my fingers over your bare shoulders and down your chest.In response, your fingers clasp my wrist, an...