I've been working at this office for six months now. During this time, I've never received a reprimand and have always performed my work with excellence. I'm almost 23 years old and eager to advance my career. I've been in the office of my boss several times, a woman whose name many colleagues were afraid to pronounce out loud. Vera Nikolaevna, a 38-year-old woman known for her strictness. A tall, stately woman with long legs and ample D-cup breasts, her red hair and green eyes intimidated many, especially when she lost her temper. When Vera Nikolaevna was angry, it seemed as if lightning flashed from her beautiful eyes, especially if one of her coworkers made a mistake. I was captivated by her as a professional and as a woman. When I brought her reports, I noticed how carefully she studied me. She never raised her voice at me and was always satisfied with my work. I like older women. With them, I can not only discuss various topics but also enjoy a unique sexual exp
Having a physician conference in the Inland Empire was brutal. Two days of listening to lectures at various conference rooms had my neck feeling awful. By the last talk of the 2nd day, I started scoping out an Asian Massage Parlor to get a nice release... of my neck. I found a spot in a run down strip mall down the street and made my way after the talk. It looked like every other massage parlor in a desert suburb, but the girl who opened the door, Elena, was a different story. She was younger than Wendy, with an athletic build and a pair of black scrubs that couldn't hide how toned she was. She had her hair up in a messy bun and had a more radiant look in her eyes. Maybe she was just new and hadn't had the many interesting experiences of an AMP. I paid the 1 hr rate upfront, and as soon as we got into the room, the vibe changed. The AC was humming, struggling against the desert sun outside, but inside it was cool and dim. "You look tense," she said in broken English. I didn't even
"Darling, get ready quickly! We're going on a yacht!" Innochka excitedly rushed around the room, packing her things into a large beach bag. Towels, swimsuits, various creams, a hat! Innochka put on her hottest swimsuit... two white triangles on her breasts, one on her pubic area, and the rest of it just strings. Shorts on her butt, and she's ready to go. I was captivated: a slender body, small breasts, but with sharply protruding nipples, visible through the contours of a mini-swimsuit, which emphasized her assets even more clearly. I constantly wanted to look at her and admire her. Slender with very long legs, a thin waist and a delightful butt, she looked sexy! Her boss's jeep pulled up to the house! Deputy Chief Sergei was driving, and Second Deputy Chief Viktor was in the back seat. I was seated in the front seat, and Innochka in the back seat between Viktor and Pyotr Petrovich! Sergey turned up the music and pressed the gas pedal! And with the music so loud,
We agree that I’ll stop by her place and pick up the rest of my stuff. Just some clothes, knick knacks and a tooth brush. This time it’s for good. Really. She greets me at the door in pigtails and a thin sundress. Voice soft, eyes wide, arms twisting shyly behind her back. Twirling around on her toes like she’s got a secret she wants you to pry out of her. A true coquette. She looks so cute. I should have prepared for this. Two weeks ago we agreed to take a “break” because I was too much a coward to break up with her outright. The distance has done me good. A weight has lifted off my chest. No more arguing, no more games…. The only thing I really missed was the sex. And now she’s trying to drag me back in. Like a succubus. She’s in my space. Watching me pick up my stuff. Trying to corner me. Talking soft and gentle and sweet. Emily is used to getting what she wants. Tall, thin, small breasts, monster ass and thighs. A southern belle, she’s got an innocent look that
My name is Daniil, I'm 21. Summers at our father's dacha were always a strange mix of boredom and tension. Especially after he married Irina two years ago, and she burst into my life—Maya, my now half-sister. She was 19, and she was the embodiment of everything that both drove me crazy and terrified me. Not the kind of beauty you see on magazine covers, but a real, natural beauty. Bright red hair that she always wore in a messy ponytail, freckles on her nose, and gray eyes that could see right through you. We lived in the same house, our rooms separated by a thin wall, and I could hear her tossing and turning at night. We constantly bickered over trivial things—who washed the dishes, what movie to watch—but beneath this game of "evil brother and sister," something else smoldered. Something forbidden, something sharp, something that took our breath away when our hands accidentally touched at the dinner table. We both felt it. The estate stood on the edge of an old, de
It seems any time my girlfriend and our friends are drinking, I end up naked. That's exactly what happened recently. We were all at my girlfriend's house drinking. It was me, my girlfriend, and five girls. We decided to play truth or dare. My girlfriend was giggling a lot so I knew she was up to something. It started off slow. We were kissing each other. Everybody's shirt came off. But then, during one of my turns, things got a bit crazy. I said dare and one of our female friends said, "I dare you to let me handcuff and blindfold you and have one of us fuck you." I was so surprised that she said that. I turned towards gf, because it's up to her whether I fuck other women. She told me to go for it so I said, "Fuck it let's go." gf was in charge of getting me naked, which she did very quickly. My dick was so hard. I got so excited being naked in front of other people. I sat in a dining chair that was placed in the kitchen. Then she blindfolded and handcuffed for me to the chair. She an
Unfortunately she lives in another city where our company has another branch, about an hour and a half away from me, so since that conference there was never a convenient time for us to get together for another hookup, although we've kept in touch and remained friendly. But when I wrote that story last week about the hookup with her, it got me really really craving more sex with her. I reached out to her last Tuesday and asked how she was doing and how her holidays were, and after we had exchanged some pleasantries and caught up, I told her that I have been running missing about how great our hookup at the conference was, and how maybe we should get together soon for an encore. She said that sounded like a great idea - and then asked what had gotten me thinking about that? "Just craving some younger pussy again?" She asked me. I debated for a moment what to say, and then thought, fuck it, might as well be honest. I told her how something I really get off on is the online exhibitioni
I met him (I'll call him Alexander) at one of those special private parties thrown by a good friend of mine, a lover of BDSM and other perversions. He'd taken a not-quite-spoiled young woman as soon as she'd stepped foot in the "modeling" agency, and had played with her—me, that is—to his heart's content. The circle of guests was relatively small, but it was hard work, as they say, and the pay was quite decent. I worked with my friend Angela. She played the top, and I the bottom. Something between a themed session and porn theater. I won't go into detail, as that story is about something else. I'll just say that by the end, securely restrained, I was being fucked in all three holes by everyone who wanted to. It wasn't exactly a crowd, but it wasn't easy to endure it all, especially anal, no matter how thoroughly Angela lubed my ass beforehand. During the session, I don't think I ever truly came, but afterward, when they untied me, finished
Recently me and some friends were over my girlfriend's house. We were drinking, and very bored, which normally leads to some very fun games. We were thinking of playing strip poker or truth or dare, but my girlfriend had a better idea. She wanted to see if I would be able to tell which of her friends was blowing me if I was blindfolded. I was free use for three of her friends there, so I had fucked them and gotten oral from them a lot. So those are the three that would be playing. A few of the guys there wanted to play but me and gf both told them no. This was my game. So like I've done so many times, I got naked, which was so much fun. gf placed a towel on the couch and I sat down. She got a bandanna and blindfolded me. The unknown woman started stroking my dick with her hands and then she started blowing me. She started off real slow and then built up speed. Besides trying to figure out who was sucking my dick, I was also trying not to cum quickly. The blow job was that good. I s
My whole life changed after my wife, Innochka, graduated from law school and got a job in a law firm. I started noticing a change in her life. No, she didn't act any different around me. She just started paying more attention to herself. She started going to the tanning salon, and the fact that she was tanning in a swimsuit was obvious from the untanned stripes on her body, although you couldn't really call what she was covering herself with a swimsuit. Her fingernails had grown noticeably longer, and her nail polish had also become a more aggressive, bright red, as had her lipstick, which matched her nails. Her lips were naturally plump, as if pumped up by something, and she said her lipstick matched her nails. She stopped wearing tights, only stockings. If she wore a business suit under a skirt, she wore stockings with elastic bands, and if she wore pantsuits, she wore stockings with a garter belt to hold them up. Shoes or boots were strictly stiletto heels. She had to buy
The last bus from the city to my remote district center. Ten o'clock at night, exhausted beyond belief. The bus was half empty—a couple of students with headphones in the front, an old woman with bags by the driver, and me in my usual window seat at the very back. Rain streamed down the window in slanted streaks, the streetlights flickered like garlands. I buried my face in my phone, thinking only about getting there and collapsing into bed. At the stop near the business center, she glided onto the bus. She walked unsteadily, holding onto the handrails. She wore an expensive burgundy coat, a pencil skirt, and heels. Her gaze was empty, slightly glassy. The air smelled of frosty air, perfume, and... whiskey. She walked slowly across the bus, swayed, and plopped down on the seat next to me, even though there were plenty of empty seats. “Sorry,” her voice was hoarse, tired. “I’m just... here. Okay?” “Yes, of course,” I moved towards the window. She shrugged off her coat, crumpling
My boyfriend’s family is super close, so I’m over all the time. His sister has been my low key crush since I met her. We flirt in that “is it joking?” brushing hands, compliments that linger, changing in front of each other when I sleep over. Last weekend we’re all at their parents’ house. Boyfriend runs out for pizza, parents at the neighbor’s. It’s just us in his old bedroom “looking for his yearbook.” Door shuts. She sits on the bed, pats the spot next to her. “Truth or dare?” I pick dare. She smirks: “Kiss me. For real this time.” I do. Soft at first, then deeper, her hand sliding under my tank, mine in her hair. Next thing I know tops are off, bras gone, her mouth on my nipple while I’m gasping into her pillow that still smells like my boyfriend. She pushes me back, peels my shorts off slow, fingers tracing everywhere she’s been staring at for months. Slides two inside me easy I’m soaked curls them perfect while her tongue circles my clit. I come fast, legs shaking, biting
Violetta Alekseyevna was a fifty-three-year-old woman with a strong character and a well-developed sense of self-worth. She had been the hospital's chief physician for over ten years and was highly respected by her colleagues and patients. She had been married for many years and had an adult son who had long since moved on with his own life. Violetta was a woman of strict principles and strict rules. She always maintained strict discipline and expected the same from others. She was an intelligent, educated, and successful woman who knew what she wanted in life and how to achieve it. But despite her strict character and high standards, Violetta also had a secret that no one knew, not even her husband. She experienced unusual arousal when visiting the gynecologist. Moreover, she did so more often than was necessary. Unlike many of her colleagues, she preferred to undergo examinations not at the hospital outpatient clinic, but at a private clinic where a male gynecologist worked. I
It was early in the morning, so early the sun wasn’t even up yet. I had tossed and turned all night and now I was staring at the ceiling trying to think of anything else. My dreams had all been a blur, but they left an impression. A need that I woke up with and that pained me. I touched myself but it wasn’t enough. I huffed and turned kver, trying to go back to sleep but the need was too much. I needed to do something about it. I threw the blankets off and walked down the hall. I peeked into Josh and Josie’s room. They were both asleep but I pushed common sense aside and snuck in. Josh was at the edge of the bed and it only took a few taps to wake him up. I put my fingers to his lips to keep him quiet and then took his hand. I tugged him out to the hallway and I didn’t even get to my room. I leaned against the wall and pressed his hand between my thighs, he touched me through my panties beneath my large shirt. I moaned, trying to grind down on his hand. He was still half asleep as he
I always thought smell was the most important thing. Hot stone, oak whisk, kvassed bread for steam, and honey. And underneath it all, the scent of clean wood, warmed by human bodies. "Margarita's Bathhouse" was an expensive place, private, where people didn't just come to wash. They came to remove the crust from themselves, the one that accumulates from money, negotiations, and the eternal rush. And I, Marina, twenty-two years old, was part of this ritual. His name was Artyom. This was his third visit, and always only to me. Not the kind of brute who jumps in with his hands, no. Silent, with dark eyes that looked not at his body but right through it, as if searching for some kind of flaw within. Today he was especially exhausted. His shoulders were like boulders, his neck tense. I worked silently, the classic way. First, warming up, lightly tapping with a birch broom soaked in a basin of fragrant infusion. The steam room hummed like a living beast, the heat envelopin
Up until my senior year of college, including my study-abroad term, I had roommates. In fact, my freshman year and study abroad semester I actually shared a bedroom with another dude. Finally, my senior year, I was living completely alone. Beyond my own bedroom, I had my own kitchen and den. I could come and go as I pleased, and if I were lucky enough to bring a girl back with me, there were never any distractions from a roommate/suitemate or their respective guests. By far, I got the most pussy of my college career my senior year, but, ironically, as often as I hooked up that year, I got about as many rejections. It was a numbers game, and I made a move on every girl with whom I thought I had the slightest opportunity ... every girl except one. I met Laura in a journalism class I was taking. Once we got to talking, it was revealed that we lived in the same apartment building! I asked if I could stop by, and she was cool with that. So I did, and we really enjoyed each other's company.
I’ve been best friends with his daughter, sleeping over almost every weekend. Her dad has been my quiet crush forever. For months I’ve been pushing it: “forgetting” a towel after showers so I walk past him in just a thong, wearing his old band tees with nothing underneath, bending over in tiny shorts when he’s on the couch. He always looked, clenched his jaw, but never touched. Last night my friend passed out early after too much wine, upstairs in her room. I’m in the basement “watching a movie” in his oversized flannel (stolen from the laundry) and lace panties, legs tucked under me on the couch. He comes down for a “nightcap,” sees me in his shirt, stops dead. “You’re killing me, kid.” I bite my lip, uncurl my legs slow, let the flannel ride up. “Then stop fighting it.” That’s all it took. He’s on me in two steps, lifting me off the couch like I’m nothing, laying me back on the thick rug in front of the TV. Flannel unbuttoned gentle, panties peeled off and tossed aside. He k
The stuffiness in the car gave way to a sharp December chill as I stepped out into the bumpy parking lot of the Taiga bathhouse. Steam billowed from the exhaust, as if the car itself had breathed a sigh of relief. I had come alone—on purpose. After three months in the smoke-filled office, after his calls begging me to come back, I needed a shake-up. Or oblivion. A bathhouse, I decided. Alone. The old log cabin had turned black with age. Inside, it smelled of smoke, damp wood, and something deeply earthy. The owner, a woman with a tired face and nimble hands, handed me a sheet and a broom. "Are you taking the whole hour?" she asked again. "It's free until eight. Just... It's a wood-burning stove, so you have to heat it yourself. Can you handle it?" I nodded. Drowning is even better. It'll keep my hands and mind occupied. The dressing room was quiet and empty. I slowly undressed, looking at my reflection in the fogged window. The thinness he'd called &#
The morning started out great. I'm the first one who has to leave for work, and Maddie and Ryan have plenty of time to spend together before they have to get ready, and a lot of the time they really make the most of it. It's pretty unfair that I miss out on the morning fun when I'm such a morning girl. So that day was lovely because I got to do my part. I got the best snuggles between my loves, Maddie kissing my face like she does that lets me know how much I'm treasured, long kisses on my cheeks and my forehead, her hand in my hair, long looks from her brilliant green eyes, her beautiful smile, a little kiss on my nose that makes me giggle, and Ryan behind me with that big hard cock against my ass. It's my happiest place. Those are the moments I really need, the moments that mean more than the crazy things we do. It was so warm and cozy and I was so loved and happy, and Maddie asked if I was going to be good and take care of them before they went to work. Of course! I'm such a good
The office at night. A quarter of the plan was overfulfilled—the boss, happy as a clam, left first, leaving a couple of thousand on the table for "pizza." The pizza was eaten, the money spent on whiskey and gin. Music from the JBL speaker blasted something dance-like, causing the monitors on the desks to vibrate. By eleven, there were only four of us left out of fifteen: me, Anton—our lead developer, a thoughtful and quiet man; Katya from the marketing department—a redhead with a sharp tongue and a laugh that stirred something deep in your stomach; and Lisa, the new support intern, sweet and a little shy, with wide eyes, who had drunk more than anyone else today, apparently to cope with her embarrassment. The dancing between the tables slowed, grew more intimate. I caught Katya's eye as she tilted her head back and ran her hand down her neck. Her gaze was warm, appraising. The whiskey was doing its job, sending a viscous, daring warmth through my veins. "It's kin