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I'm a control freak. You don't get to be in a job like mine without being one; at just 41 years old, I was the CEO of a huge company. And I had a reputation for being quite demanding of my workers, especially my assistants, who I usually worked to the point of a breakdown,
Recently, I had to deal with a sexual harassment case. Apparently, even a CEO can't just take an intern's young thick cock whenever she demands. So, after an NDA and a payoff, it was agreed that I would have only female assistants....

Ava and Zoe
These twins were more alike than I ever dreamed.
It was my third season working at the marina. Over the course of three summers, I had seen and likely flirted with hundreds, if not a thousand, very attractive females--women and teens of every race, creed, color, and age. And though I still looked, I had gotten to the point where I was almost numb to it. That was until last summer....

Four years of university in Belgrade had a way of blurring peoples faces together in lecture halls, names forgotten after group projects. But not Stefan and Lidia. No, they'd become something... inevitable.
It didn't start special. A shared class. A sarcastic comment from Lidia that Stefan actually laughed at instead of getting offended. A mutual dislike for a pretentious professor who thought quoting Nietzsche made him interesting. From there, it was library study sessions that turned into coffee runs, ...

Party. My apartment. Noon. Basketball.
Those were the only words Jimmy had left on my voicemail. It was a Sunday in March and the March Madness basketball tournament was underway. I hadn't talked to Jimmy since I switched jobs. I hadn't talked to Kat either. Despite their general toxicity, as well as the ticking time bomb of my short term sexual affair with Jimmy, they were my first two friends when I moved down here. I missed them and thought it would be good to see them again. Surely, if Kat had any id...

"I saw that," she says.
"Saw what?" I ask.
"Desire," she says. "Come and get it, big boy."
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Chapter III: In The City Of Angels
Section II: In Which Charlotte Trains Her Man
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Later that night after dinner, we chat while Charlotte sits on the couch while I clean up.
"Thanks for doing the dishes," she says. "You sure I can't help?"...

Unfortunately I forgot who I modeled Bella on in Chapter 1. In this chapter I modeled Bella on Mikayla Demaiter. I think Bella was brunette in Chapter 1. All characters in this story are over 18yrs old, including the Mother Superior.
Read chapter 3 for background.
Boarding School Girls Ch. 4
After the seminar Bella was exhausted and very horny. If she was the barometer for the spirit of the girls at the school then the seniors will all be feeling horny going to bed tonight. She detoured to the show...

The day after the barbecue, a Sunday, Paul invited Harry over to watch a pre-season football game with him. Harry was not a fan of football, but he could watch a game, especially if it involved his favorite team, the Redskins. On Sundays, while all the men holed up for the afternoon to grunt and growl and jump up and down like little boys in front of their TV, Harry went to the Gym and soaked up in the Jacuzzi, reading the book review section and opinion pages of the Sunday paper. He loved the fact that the...

When Alexa led the way into the master bedroom, they all saw how ready Tim's Dad was, hard as a rock.
Tim's dad, behind the blindfold, still thinking that Candace and Sasha were there, growled, "Okay, sweethearts, I'm ready for the surprise!"
Chloe was more than ready; Alexa had given her the OK to get the first ride. She'd been hungry to get her step daddy to fuck her, she'd often spied on her Mom and him fucking ever since she got brave enough to do it on her 18th birthday. She trembled at the thoug...

My name is Derrick, and I am 22 years old. I guess I'm a 6.5 out of 10, skinny, but muscular, not boney. I moved to a new state a few years back and had a hard time making friends. Eventually I got a job at a bookstore, working behind the counter and restocking shelves. It was boring as hell, and the people purchasing college books took out their frustrations on me as if I set the prices. There was one thing that made it okay, another employee named Sean. He was a funny guy, a couple years older than me and...

Harry London, a detective retiring from the Knoxville, Tennessee Police Department, frowned when he handed me the file.
"I knew who the killer was, but I couldn't arrest him. I had a ton of reasons he was the killer but it was all circumstantial. There was no firm evidence whatsoever and I couldn't get the son of a bitch to confess, so the DA couldn't prosecute. Maybe you and Rochelle can do better."...

Thank you for reading my story, I hope that you enjoy it. Love Mica xx, Yorkshire England.
Please note that I am a British female, and I write in British English and vernacular, so for me a fanny is the correct term for female genitalia, a pussy is a pet cat, and the ass is a bum or arse.
I apologise for any typo errors in my story - I edit these myself, and I'm not perfect......

This story was written as a request and permission has been given to share it with you. Enjoy!
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It started with Neal coming home early. Usually he worked late on Fridays, wanting to get as much finished as possible so when he came back into the office on Monday he could have a more relaxing day, rather than having to go from zero to sixty after the weekend. But today he'd actually found he didn't have as much...

Both of my parents were missionaries and raised me in a very conservative manner. Sex was never a topic in our house. While I looked at a few pictures of naked men, I had my first sexual experience when I went to university.
My roommate and I came home fairly drunk from a party. As we came through the door, she kissed me. I thought it was cute so I kissed her back. The next thing I knew, her hand was between my legs. I was confused. The shock of being touched by a woman was contrasted by how good it felt...

I laid you back on the bed in nothing but your panties.
We had been standing, for a deliciously long time, kissing, moving into each other, feeling each other. As we stood, our tongues searching, time stopped around us. You tasted sweet and full of promise. The room was charged with excitement as we moved around each other, into each other, lost in the moment. I loved moving my hands over you, feeling your curves through your clothes. You wore a black dress that clung to your body. I could feel your pant...

--- Authors Note ---
If you have not read "Having Kya", please read that FIRST and then return here.
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We both walked outside of our room holding each other like 2 crazed lovers. Both of us recovering from our hot session from earlier. It was a warm night. The town was festive and people were out enjoying it. Lots of food stands, lots of places to socialize and even the option to take an evening stroll around a nice man-made lake....

"Kon'nichiwa. Watashitachiha bajji kakutoku no tame ni kobetsu hōmon de mankowo shea suru gārusurattodesu. Watashitachi ga motto ī suratto ni nareru yō, tetsudatte kuremasen ka?"
Yeah, okay. I used Google translate for this one because I have NO IDEA what she actually said. I sincerely doubt the accuracy of the translation because this LOOKS like more words than she said. I know it was Japanese because I'm passingly familiar with a small smattering the language thanks to a college roommate who unsuccessf...

CHAPTER ONE
Anisha should have been the happiest eighteen year-old in the world as she stood naked before her mirror that morning, but instead she was a candidate for the title of unhappiest.
It was doubly ironic because just a week prior to the day, she had been given a title, Miss State Beauty Queen....

As always, I was left with only fragments of my dreams: rounded curves, low feminine moans, the sensation of sliding into warmth. And, of course, a massive erection I knew I'd have no time to do anything about. It's not that my job was so important that I couldn't afford to be late, at least not on a global level. Managing telemarketers wasn't saving lives, making millions, or solving society's ills, after all, but it was a paycheck, and somehow, I'd discovered that I was rather good at it. Good enough that...

This story is inspired by a comment to one of my Loving Wives stories. The comment read "The wimp cuck should man up and just divorce the cheating bitch."
This story speculates how a man might respond adversely to Anonymous's admirable advice. It draws upon my own nervous breakdown but my precipitating event was different to George's. But the process of mental disintegration is the same. That description of a nervous breakdown (and not the description of sex acts) is the reason for me writing this piece....

The next morning we can finally sleep in. That is, Sarah is still sleeping soundly when I'm rudely awakened by my bladder. When I return to bed, I lie next to her for a while and admire her lovely face, innocent and relaxed in deep sleep. After I while, I start to get hungry, so I get up and make us breakfast: a pile of small pancakes with syrup. I pour myself a coffee and hear her emerging from my bedroom. I am happy to see she is not only stark naked, but also just as beautiful and sexy as I remember her....

Evil Kitten and her OnlyFans
Beth sat behind the counter at the "Weird Sisters laundromat" under a large sign that read "Double, double toil and trouble; fire burn and cauldron bubble."
Beth was in her mid-twenties and living in a smallish town in the southwest. She stood about 5'1" and in her day-to-day life she dressed like what earlier generations called a "Tom-boy." She had green eyes and wore her naturally auburn hair in a tousled pixie-cut that was closely shaved on the sides and back. Beth had ...

13. A Surprise
I had created an OnlyFans account. It was called "JJFamily2000", because I couldn't think of anything better. I don't know why I did it. I'd spent so much time with my hand in my panties to my, Mom and Jordan's sex tapes that I figured a lot of other horny people wanted to as well. It was super nerve-wracking at first. Who would see us? I didn't know how to blur faces and do fancy video editing, so it was pretty raw....

All you read here is true and accurate. Only our names are different.
For those who have read our previous write ups on our relationship, Sharon and I live a good distance apart. When we can get together, we plan those days to ensure we get the most out of that precious time together.
Pretty much from day one we have video called each other most nights, what we call Sexdeos. We talk, dress provocatively, and perform sexually for each other in those Sexdeos. We discuss anything and everything, so that ...

Charlotte's kisses are slow, exploratory, gentle. I let her kiss me at her speed, and she kisses my upper lip, then my lower lip in turn. There is tenderness in place of hunger, and patience in place of urgency. I feel parts of my mind waking and coming alive, like lights in rooms left long in the dark....

I loved West Palm in April. The weather was perfect. It was reasons like this that I moved down here. The sun, the fun, the men. West Palm was not real life. At least not the real life I had previously known.
Courtney was spending a decent amount of time at my place since my roommate moved out. Currently we were polishing off a bottle of wine while sitting on the couch. I was wearing sweatpants and a tee shirt. Courtney was wearing shorts and a tee - without makeup or a bra. Her breasts always looked gre...

He didn't return to the bomb-hole until Monday, a beautifully warm sunny day with a mild south-westerly wind, perfect for swimming. Alone, he plunged into the ice-cold water, crawling as far as the mass of tangled brambles, lichen-petrified trees, bushes, covering the far bank. Treading water, he swivelled his body, breast-stroking back to the solitary bank where he left his clothes then heard a foreign voice....

This ongoing story is a fantasy based very loosely on actual events and real people. As always, any similarities to any persons, places, or things, or anything you have heard before is a complete accident.
I never knew it could be like this.
It sounds corny to say it, I know, but it was true. I had heard that every time you fall in love it was different. My relationship with Ashley was definitely very different from my past relationships....

This story is fiction based on simple facts. All characters are at least 18 years old.
In my backyard I had a portable basketball hoop that I maneuvered around the concrete slab depending on what type of shot I wanted to practice. The slab had weird angles to it so I couldn't center it properly, so I would put the the hoop close to one corner or another to change the variety of different shots I could take....

It's the 7th Annual On The Job Author Challenge!



Please see this announcement for challenge full details.
And now, the stories:


'98 by JimBob44
A Doctor's Office Dalliance by LoquiSordidaAdMe
A Work Confession by SageMonroe
Accessibility Compliance by PennyThompson...

At the gambling hall Cassya was retrieving her uniform to start changing in the backroom staff area, having to work on her twentieth birthday. Her 'uniform' was a skimpy bodice, bloomers and stockings. It was what she and the other waitresses wore on the main gambling floor as they served drinks and snacks to the patrons. While this was not the most reputable job, it paid well and the tips were good enough. It was the best paid job she could get at the moment....