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CHAPTER 4: EXECUTIVE SERVICES SLUT'S FIRST DAY
I woke that Monday morning about as horny as I have ever been and over the past couple days I had attained new levels of horny. Today was the beginning, though ... the real beginning. Yes, I had already done a lot to prove my commitment to being the Executive Services Slut (not the real title). I had submitted to Mr. Bartels, then sucked and fucked both Mr. Bartels, CEO, and Mr. Tillotson, Chairman of the Board. I had submitted to my fraternal twin sons, Mar...

Andrew pulled away from the main road and took the turn that led to his small gated community, and he could feel the weight of yet another hard day taking its toll on him.
Final exams were on the horizon, and Andrew had completely lost track of the amount of time he had sunk into his weekend studies, which wasn't helped in the least by his part-time job at his uncle's auto repair shop. As the weeks dragged along, his workload only continued to accumulate, reaching a point where he had nothing in the way ...

This is my first story ever. There's bound to be some errors and I need to work on the explicit scenes. Advice and revisions are appreciated.
Part 1: The Beach
The sun was already high by the time Dan and Amanda set up their spot on the beach. Dan carried the cooler and chairs with ease, his broad shoulders glinting under the heat. At 30, he still looked like the kind of guy who could be mistaken for an athlete--6'2", lean muscle, effortless posture....

Joyce Carson, RN is a tall woman of 6'. She has warm blue eyes and short blonde hair. She is neither fat nor thin. She is fifty.
She looked over the chart of her newest patient.
JIMMY KERNS
AGE 25 FIREFIGHTER CONCUSSION
MINOR BURN RIGHT SHOULDER
"He's so young Joyce thought."
Joyce looked in on her new charge. He was asleep. She saw a rugged face, short black hair and a muscular build....

Helga was a real woman.
A key question to her therefore was: what to wear on the coming date with Derek?
Over the previous year she had neglected her wardrobe, as she did not go out nor go to parties or receptions.
At the occasional outing to a country fair, she could wear her jeans and shirts....

They say that one of the most stressful events in life is moving house and after my experience of it, I must say it was stressful but also very entertaining which kinda took the sting out of the stress, a bit. OK so I am Tom, twenty something, qualified software engineer, employed with just enough salary to stop me going elsewhere, but not to set out on my own....

[Author's note] This is part 6 of a multipart story I wrote in payment for a bet I lost to a chat friend who was the inspiration for it. Part 5 was the last part that I'd written for my friend. I decided to continue a bit more. I will have at least one more part. In the story, she calls me Uncle Ron though I'm not her uncle. I have been employed by her family for many years and feel much honor from her calling me Uncle. This is my first time submitting a story and I hope you enjoy it. I worked at changing h...

These reunions are always such a fucking waste of time.
For probably the hundredth time in the past hour, I glanced at my watch. The bastard suggested the time was 8:37pm, and not 10:59pm like I desperately hoped.
Why the fuck do we have to have these things anyway? I silently groused. So we can see what our former students are up to after graduating? Big fat fucking deal. They never paid attention to us, now we're supposed to pretend that they missed us, and that we actually meant something to them?...

I woke first, rolled out of bed being careful not to wake her, went into the bathroom, sat and peed not wanting to make any more noise than necessary, washed my hands, rinsed my mouth with her classic Listerine, wondering what marketing genius had allowed something the color of piss to be marketed as mouthwash, rinsed with water, and tiptoed back to bed....

We'd barely unpacked before the weekend started to blur--sun beating down on ballfields, dusty cleats and dugout chatter, endless bracket games with long gaps in between. Three days of hotel breakfasts, folding chairs, and sunscreen-slicked bleachers. I wasn't here for a vacation. I was here for my son. I always am....

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Character descriptions:
Seth Jones:
* first person
* male
* stocky, 6'0
* 28 years old
* dirty blonde hair generally combed up and over to the left
* Green eyes
* Assistant Principal
* Dry humor
* Introvert
* 6" cock
Kim Smith
* The crush
* Female
* Beautiful ????...

The next morning, I was leaving Kathy and Nina's house when I received three text messages in a row. The first was from Joelle.
"I'm free this morning if you'd like to stop by my office?"
I text her back. "Absolutely. I can be there in 20 minutes."
"Perfect. See you then", she responds.
I opened the next message, which was from Grace. "I had a great time yesterday. Can I see you tonight? I also have a friend who wants to meet tomorrow morning if you're free?"...

It was a few years back when I had people that hated me, they came after me and tried to ruin me. They even convinced my folks and my mom and pops that I'm delusional, just making stuff up. Sure I had a set back with the medications, kind of messing with my fertility and erectile function a little bit. Little did they know that despite the hurdles, I just kept making super lovely babies, laying on top of beautiful and fertile women, pumping them full of my sperm and making them pregnant. Surely enough they ...

Some may call what I have, a fetish. I just see it as a logical and practical approach. What am I talking about? Older ladies. Not just older than my thirty five years but old. What do I mean by that? Normally over sixty. Why is this logical and practical? Because I love sex, not just a bit but a lot. The more of it the better. My experiences over the last few years have shown me, that old ladies are grateful for the attention, which they would otherwise not get. Many have a lifetime of experience. A lot ar...

After my evening with Anitha, I was much more at ease. I found I was able to focus on my work better, I slept better and my body was less stressed.
And I thought about going back.
What was she? She was not a kept woman, or a prostitute, or... was she?
Well, yes of course she was a prostitute. I mean, I paid her for her sexual services, didn't I? So I shouldn't be having feelings for her. I can't actually believe that I am special to her. I can't think that she is thinking of me, looking forward to ...

WINSTON AND PRISCILLA, Pt. 2

AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story is based... loosely... on real events... and wild flights of fantasy. Only the names have changed.
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"When you loved someone and had to let them go, there will always be that small part of yourself that whispers, "What was it that you wanted and why didn't you fight for it?" ― Shannon L. Alder...

One thing kept bothering them though. It was a dark cloud hanging over their heads.
Arnold would leave the farm at the end of September to resume his courses at the agricultural university.
They dreaded to talk about it.
Until one day in August Helga took the initiative.
"Harold, we need to talk, you know about what, don't you," she said over diner....

At 6:45 when an exhausted Kenny (a. k. a. Kurt) and smiling Monica were leaving the suite, she told him that she was going to give him the highest possible marks on her evaluation. "Way better than my ex husband, and I am sure better than any of the boys from college before I got married. You were delightful."...

I suppose you would call me a pervert insomuch that even though I am only 25 I have a fetish for being attracted to and needing to play and fuck very old women.
Which is why I volunteered as carer at weekends in a very expensive care home. Sometimes I got lucky but it was very hit and miss.
Anyway when I clocked on one Saturday, the matron called me into her office. "Toby, I won't beat about the bush, but since you have volunteered her I have noticed that you persist in trying to look up our old ladie...

CHAPTER 2: MOMMY SLUT
After barely recovering from the second fucking by him and Mr. Tillotson in his office, Mr. Bartels suggested a celebratory drink and pointed me again to the cabinets on the opposite wall of his expansive corner office. This time I would be joining them. I felt the eyes of both men on my naked body as I walked with more confidence and ease than I ever would have thought possible considering I only met each man in person earlier today. More amazing, I had just an hour or so before su...

Before we go any further here, Ladies and Gentlemen, I need to point out that in this, my latest muse, i've let my imagination 'run riot' as it were. So, if none of the following is blatantly impossible, it is extremely unlikely to have occurred in reality. I mean, at one point i make the suggestion that a professional lawyer puts 'doing the right thing' as more important than making money! AS IF? Please bear this in mind whilst reading, and if you prefer the stories you read to be utterly realistic, it's p...

I'd been an expatriate in Colombo, Sri Lanka, for about a year, living in a neighbourhood with fellow British nationals. Since I was working for a British company as a consultant in the country, I felt good about having a purpose, and I earned a very good income. I mostly liked the country and the city, and the Sri Lankan culture was a wonderful experience....

Chapter 23 - Rescue?
As dawn arrived, I sat in my window and watched the small sailboat anchor off the shore where the plane carcass was. Watching the boat, I saw three members of the crew get an inflatable boat off the davits, add a pair of outboard motors, and drop it into the water. As they did that, a woman came up from below and talked to one of the men. He gestured wildly and then slapped her across the face. Grabbing her by the arm, he pulled her to a below decks door, throwing her down the steps ...

The company's staff was sitting in our founder's suite at the Belmont Stakes, and Andi was trying to get my attention.
I was sitting with the other assistants, sipping cocktails, shooting the shit, and half-watching the races.
Andi was staring at me in a way that wasn't subtle. When I looked at her, she put her tongue in her left cheek, the universal sign for wanting to blow me....

My best friend, Ellie, had sworn up and down that her widower father was never home.
"He's seldom there, basically a ghost," she'd said, shoving the crumpled job listing across our uni's cafeteria table when I complained about my overdraft fee. "You'll just be watering his sad little ficus and collecting stupid money for minimal effort."...

Hey guys I need to confess something which happened 2 weeks ago. I work as a hotel manager, the hotel is always full. But during football season its gets extremely packed and crazy. Last fall we had a couple of issues with the air conditioning and the maintenance team was tasked out, so sometimes I have to resolve an issue. I remember a nice older couple probably late 50s or early 60s chatting with me at the front desk....

Chapter 20 - another day, another task and another cum
I spent the night in another woman sandwich, it is a delightful way to sleep, though it was frustrating as I was kept hard, but not allowed to cum.
I awoke the next morning with my usual hard-on in the crack of one the ladies I am holding. When she realizes I am awake, she backs up more and wiggles it into the correct position to keep me hard, with a giggle, of course....

She lived in a small house in the country with her parents, but they were out of town for the weekend. She was 18, I was 19, and we had been having sex long enough where the initial fears were subsiding and we wanted to start with new things.
As I walked in the door that night, she greeted me in a sarong, a long silk cloth that wrapped around her curves in all the right places and revealed plenty enough to know her intentions. She had shoulder red hair that was bright enough to almost be orange naturally...

Chapter 17 - the winds of change
The evening on shore breeze had cooled off the area and we were sitting around a fire. Dinner is over and the empty MRE packages were piled at the end of the tent. I looked at them and wondered when the local inhabitants would discover them (if there were any).
"You need to clean up that mess, the local inhabitants will come to that trash, and you won't like it when they do."...