Sandra spent her time in the executive offices as CFO and director of operations. On par with the CEO, she was a hard-ass professional, known for being tough as nails but fair, aloof and dismissive but polite, and she worked constantly. Rumors said that her dedication and focus had resulted in a divorce years ago, but nobody seemed to know for sure. In her late thirties, successful, and very attractive, she had earned her...

Fifty-six-year-old Simon Crowther's life had just taken an upturn, not that it was bad anyway because he owned his cottage and had enough money not to need to work. It had taken an upturn because, in the last two days, he had spanked and fucked two married women, both slightly older than him. Spanking mature females was something that Simon was very good at; he had had many women placing themselves over his knee or bendin...

"Have you seen Sylvia Turnbull this morning?" Marian Richmond said to her friend and work colleague Patricia Jarvis. It was Monday morning. "No; why? Has the bitch upset you again?" replied Patricia, talking about the aloof fifty-eight-year-old executive. "No, she smiled at me and said good morning; don't know when she last did that," said Marian. "Ha, maybe somebody gave her that good fucking that you said she needed," c...

I arrive at your office for the third time and we take our familiar places now, in the office behind Reception. It is just the two of us this time and you have told me that a formal job offer will be 'on the table.' We just need to agree the final details for signature. “Hello,” you smile, “Good to see you again.” I notice that this time you are wearing a longer skirt than usual, though it appears to be slit up the side a...

You are lying back across your office desk, legs wide apart in front of my face. I place the palms of my hands on the insides of your thighs, gently pressing them further apart, but more importantly, my thumbs are stroking your pussy lips up and down. I can see and feel all the textures of your pussy lips as they change with your growing expectations. The wrinkles fill out a little as they swell with blood and begin to pa...

I do not need to work for any financial reasons, but I have missed the social aspect of office working ever since I 'retired'; or at least stopped working for a wage. The Pandemic and lockdowns complicated matters further and like many people, I have become more isolated from others. I have now decided to do something about it, by finding a part-time opportunity at a local office. I take time to prepare my CV and research...

Twenty-four-year-old Calvin Richardson set his alarm for just before six in the morning on the instructions of his fifty-seven-year-old boss, Marie Crowther. The reason that Marie, who was in the hotel room next door, had given Calvin that instruction was so that they could have an early morning fuck before going to their meeting with major clients Fentons. When Calvin's alarm went off it took him a moment to suss out whe...

It took a moment for the words that twenty-four-year-old Calvin Richardson had just heard on his mobile to sink in because it was about six in the morning and his buzzing mobile had awoken him. The words that he had just heard were, 'Morning, fancy a quickie?' and they had been uttered by his female boss, Marie Crowther aged fifty-seven, and she was in the next hotel room to his. The question itself was not particularly s...

It had been a month since twenty-four-year-old Calvin Richardson had spanked and fucked his boss, fifty-seven-year-old Marie Crowther in her office at her request. Smiles had been exchanged between the pair from time to time in the office but nothing had been said about getting together sexually again since Marie had said that she wanted Calvin again on the evening of their first sexual encounter. Calvin had felt guilty a...

Marie Crowther and her husband Michael owned and ran a chartered accounts business. Marie was aged fifty-seven and Michael was sixty-four and although they lived together they no longer had sex together. Both Marie and Michael had a preference for younger men, sometimes much younger, and they were both happy for the other to get on with their sex lives provided that they were discreet. They employed a total of over twenty...

Sylvia Linighan, aged sixty-eight, was the captain of the senior ladies section of her local golf club and they had a very important match coming up. It was the final match of the league season for senior ladies teams and a win or a draw would give the league title to the club, a title that they had not won for more than a decade. The opposition was the only team that could wrest the title from them and a win for them wou...