Chapter Ninety-Nine Mac woke up around 7:30 am to an intense buzzing sound. It took him a moment to realize that it was his phone. Scrubbing the sleep from his face, he answered, “Hello?” “Hello, Mr. Stewart? This is Marjorie Wallace from Hotel Bel-Air. I’m terribly sorry to bother you at this early hour. I’m calling to say that I’m incredibly sorry about yesterday's mix-up with your reservation. I wish I had been here my...

I keep telling myself she's not my type, but every thrust into her tight arse tests my resolve to the limit. She begs for more, tossing that dark mane with its thick blue highlight, and fires a smouldering look back at me over her navy T-shirt. Her eyes darken with need, knuckles whitening as they hold the far edge of my office desk. “That's not fucking. I told you to fuck me.” My primal side kicks up a notch. I raise bot...

Chapter Ninety-One After a few days of enjoying a mini vacation, it was time for Mac and Grace to return to work. Their recent push to expand the Vienna office came with a few glitches that needed to be ironed out, including software updates and hiring additional personnel – all of which fell under Grace’s umbrella of duties. The week began well enough. But after a few days of grueling meetings, it was clear to Franz Hube...

Their laughter echoed softly across the company's hallways as Maiara and Selma exchanged stories from their legendary days as sexfighters. Years had passed since then, and the memories seemed both distant and eternal, hauntingly real within the cold confines of the conference room. Maiara spoke first, sharing tales of conquest and dominance over those too weak to resist her sex. Her voice was rich with pride, yet also lac...

In the humdrum of mundane existence, where lives are subdued by the tyranny of routine, there exists a realm where fantasy and reality collide, blurring the lines between the two. A realm where desires, once deemed taboo, find liberation in the realm of art. It is within this sphere that I, an unwilling participant, must delve into the depths of depravity to appease your insatiable curiosity and satisfy your morbid fascin...

Emily Turner, a shy but passionate woman, felt ordinary about everything that she was and did. A soft-spoken and 'ordinary' soul, she found herself immersed in the routines of her mundane job as an administrative assistant at Crestwood Dynamics Ltd. Her days were filled with clattering keyboard keys and the occasional hum of the office printer. Despite the unremarkable nature of her work, Emily approached each task with t...

This week is making me insane. It’s seven days since my first — and only — encounter with Sam. He’s not uttered a word to me, nor paid any attention to the comments I’ve made during the project meetings I sit in on. The extra hours in the office have been taking their toll on me physically and mentally. My output has been better than ever, but trying to catch Sam’s eye has been taxing. The toxic combination of early morni...

The manager’s cock wasn’t big, wasn’t small. His balls were normal, average, and he lasted just about as long as the average man would with a nineteen-year-old dressed as a French maid sucking his cock. He sat on the edge of the desk, and she squatted before him with his average cock in her warm, wet mouth. She’d stroked him and gently wanked him while she licked his balls, but now she’d engulfed him, and her head was bob...

It’s a cold evening in November and I am huddled in a bathroom stall at my office, trying to get the right angle on a photo. I had worn this outfit — a low cut top, and a shorter skirt than I’d usually select — just for him, hoping that this would be the day he finally noticed me. When we passed each other in the corridor, I thought I felt Sam’s eyes dart over me, but all he said was his usual “morning, Alex.” I didn’t ge...

It always sucks getting your period. Unless you're in the middle of a pregnancy scare or something, it's rough no matter what your situation is. That said, I feel like I'm in a uniquely shitty position. Honestly though, while it isn't as bad as it could be, it's far worse than I would have hoped. Sitting at my desk, I can feel my pulse quicken slightly every time a coworker looks my way. Subconsciously, I fold my arms acr...

John It was a few days after my round-the-world excursion with Caroline. She'd been texting me daily in anticipation of bringing Angela over for an evening of three-way fun. The texts always included risque pics taken at her office, where she was the accountant for a business. She'd taken to going pantyless since our encounter and sent me multiple pics and her splayed and fingered puss throughout the day. I'd encouraged t...

Mark and I had had a couple of flings down the years. We'd been into each other since we met, but circumstances never saw us actually get into a relationship. But we'd always got on, never lost touch, and - wow - the sex was hot. He was the first guy to really get me in the bedroom (or whatever room we were in!) and he seemed to 'fit' me perfectly. He knew exactly what I wanted and I know he found me a huge turn-on. He wa...

This is maddening. It’s been almost two weeks, and absolutely nothing has happened! I don’t want anything to happen, of course, but the fact that Brent hasn’t made a single move… what the FUCK does he have planned? I haven’t worn panties this entire time, just as instructed. Every time I sit at my desk, I’m terrified that everyone knows about my situation. Of course, that’s insane, I know. How could anyone possibly be awa...