Job/Place-of-work

Doll House – Mr. Steel (pt 1) – His Enlightenment

Jacob Thomas headed to work like any day. He was excited for his date this evening. Well really a fuck date. He found this new dating site called Doll House and found a match with this sweet young thing named Baby Kay. Now Jacob could go out the bars or clubs and find someone but it was just not his seen. He was a pretty fit fifty two year old with a bit of a dad bod. His six foot frame was thick and could pass for someone younger. Today he was wearing his navy blue suit, white shirt and pink tie. His greying hair and beard was just trimmed. “First close this deal and then a date tonight,” he told himself as he headed up the elevator to his floor. This was a huge …

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Free Spirited (09)…My first job (New Years Day 1999)

This is a continues from Part 8 “Remember if you fail; you will be my bitch forever” Those were the parting words from Tex; I was not sure what they meant, but it made me feel uneasy to say the least. Now I was more determined than ever to leave; and become independent at the brothel. My one and only regret about leaving was having to say goodbye to Stacey. I was hugging her with moist eyes when the car arrived for me. A burly driver was my tour guide as he drove me through the back streets in a town called St: Kilda. We arrived at what was once a warehouse; but recent renovation now made it look like a restaurant. “Take your clothes off and wait here” were my orders as soon as …

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The Love of Money I – Chapter 12: No News is Good News

Wednesday, 8:05 am Buried in my bed sheets, my phone woke me with its incessant buzzing. I blindly reached for it without success and cursed as I reluctantly opened my eyes and began sorting through my blankets looking for the damn thing. During the process, my phone stopped which made it harder to find. The entire time, I had to remind myself where I was and what had happened over the last five days. Inheriting billions of dollars, buying a company, and fucking numerous hot women who threw themselves at you was something that most people could only dream about, so it took a bit of convincing that I had received a lapdance and blowjob from my ridiculously hot assistant last night. I finally located my phone and glanced at it to see a missed …

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The Dead Zone chapter 01

This I am experimental piece of fiction I have been working on – I am hoping to combine a compelling science fiction saga with adult elements. This will be a slow burn at first but likely take a sharp turn into hardcore elements exploring a broad variety of themes. I will be editing and releasing several chapters in quick succession and would really appreciate any and all feedback as well as suggestions for where you might like the story to go. -phenylalanine An alarm roused Cait from her snooze, and she snapped awake, massaging her eyes and slapping her cheeks into alertness. Pushing her hands against the bulkhead above her to drop back into her chair where she gripped the armrests and scanned her instruments. Her tablet was floating by her hand, apparently having been …

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Detention with Mr. Sullivan

After a long night of studying, more like cramming, I was sitting in my pre-calculus class trying not to fall asleep. My teacher, Mr. Sullivan, was a tall and attractive man. Between his dark, curly hair and serious eyes he could make even the most unintelligent girls in his class try their best to pay attention and make good grades in order to impress him. However, my teacher’s looks were no match for the mind-numbing discussion on derivatives and I found myself nodding off. A deep and harsh voice yelling “Aubrey!” swiftly woke me from my stupor. “Aubrey, you know my rules about sleeping in class. You’re staying after school for detention.” “I can’t stay after school, I have to work!” “You should have thought about that before you slept in my class. It’s either …

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Doll House – Ba

These last two months had Elle feeling wonderful, amazing and feeling her with so much confidence. Work was work. She always excelled in that environment, but now all her hard work was being noticed. Well, that and the tighter, shorter clothes she has been wearing. Not that she is trying to look like the office slut but that would not be so bad l, would it. No, she was finally feeling comfortable in her own skin. Her tall toned body needed to be shown off. That she let the blouses be a bit more low cut, the skirts having a higher hem and hugging her ass. She has even been letting her long brown hair fall down around her shoulders instead of tying it up in a ponytail. She liked the waves flowing as she …

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warehouse sex

It seems like my whole life has been spent in huge, expansive warehouses. From the time I was in high school, working in a large floral warehouse at Easter time, to the present day, I have been surrounded by lots of young, fit men working with their backs and hands to move products of many types through one door and out the other. A friend of mine had gotten a job through a friend of his families. He was helping to repackage Easter lillies to be delivered to stores by the Easter holiday. Weekdays after school and on the weekends, he was making good spending money. He had called me to let me know I could work there too, if I wanted some extra cash. I decided to go to the warehouse and check it …

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Freeuse 04: Reporting Late

Freeuse 04: Reporting Late *** This is a work of fantasy and fiction. Any coincidental resemblance to actual places or persons is just that, coincidence. Copyright 2024, Coyote Howard. *** Devon walked into the shop at 0703, finding it seemingly deserted. With the weather at JBLM he’d run late, but during this season that wasn’t uncommon, and 1SG Venicelli was an understanding man. “Copy,” the text response from his immediate supervisor had said roughly 10 minutes prior. His shop was one of 3 administrative sections within the unit, the others being supply and CBRN. But he was the Training NCO, with two subordinates beneath him. Sergeant Hicks was a relatively new NCO, grown from within the unit. He was a thin white man, newly married to his longtime girlfriend from Ohio. He’d knocked her up …

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Walsall Pubs I

Walsall Pubs I Wolverhampton and Dudley Breweries is not the world’s best employer, especially if you were one of their legions of pub managers in the 90s. The wife and I were unemployed, both having been made redundant, me after 4 months, she just before they needed to pay redundancy. Neither of us had transferable skills, I had sold but it is difficult to find that kind of employment in your mid-40s, when there are so many youngsters after the positions. We both find part-time work that paid the rent and ran the old crate of a car that we had. We saw an article in local the paper advertising an open day for people who had a yen to be a pub manager. We went, were accepted, underwent the training and eventually were offered …

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Titcage (Chapter 29)

Chapter 29 THE LOBBY DIVISION AND ANOTHER PARTY Michael welcomed Claire back to work by fucking her cunt. After she removed her panties, he bent her over his desk and stuck his cock into her twat. Claire had been expecting this for a while now and it came as no real surprise. She cried a little as he raped her, but let him do what he wanted, and soon he ejaculated in her vagina and then pulled out. ‘The sperm will be your panties today, Claire,’ he told her. ‘Don’t clean it up.’ She stood there, obediently letting it drip down her thighs. He gave her her new requirements for R grade. R Grade Presentation: – Does not wear clothes or cover body between waking up and twenty minutes before leaving for work or school. …

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The Dirty Old Resident: Part 2

The Dirty Old Resident: Part 2 Meranda pulls into a parking spot at work and put’s her car in park. Still holding the steering wheel with a tight grip as she stares at the building. Part of her just want”s to drive away and never go back ever. But something deep inside of her was…curious? She leans back in the drivers seat and takes a deep breath, turns the car off and opens her door. She keeps a straight face and heads inside to the clock in, swipe’s her badge and then walks to the office to pick up her keys. She tries to quietly sneak in so she doesn’t have to speak to anyone but of course….. Morning Meranda! The familiar voice comes from behind her as she turns to see Barbaras smiling face. …

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Meals on Wheels 2- Nancy

Normally, Ruth was the last stop of the day when I was delivering food for the Meals on Wheels program. She was the only one of the many older women on my route that had been receiving my intimate attention. This week, Ruth was out of town for a family reunion, so obviously I would not be delivering food to her. So now, Nancy was the last stop of the day. As I walked up to Nancy’s house, I was a little depressed at the fact that I would not be doing any freaky experimentation with Ruth, so I had a little storm cloud hovering above my head. I was quickly snapped out of my bad mood when I was hit with the scent of chocolate chip cookies baking. The front door of Nancy’s house …

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Inhibition Inhibitor

Inhibition Inhibitor I heard a dull thud accompanied by a grunt from the dark ally adjacent to the bar I frequented every Friday night. Somewhat anxiously, I shrugged off the immediate effects of a pitcher of Bud and stumbled through a mountain of refuse to a huddled form leaning against the brick wall with her naked legs open obscenely. She was snot-slinging drunk, the apparent victim of amorous exploitation. Her dark shiny hair was a tangled mass shrouding her make-up smeared face and her mini skirt lay lifelessly around one of her ankles. Any trace of underwear had vanished. Wrapping my arm around her I asked if she was alright. After a vain attempt to stand she gazed at me with half-open big brown eyes and nodded and groaned before dropping her head forward in …

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Doll House – Aspen, Scott (pt 4) – Role Switch

A week has gone by since the fuck-fest at Lucky 7 club. Aspen has given into her new role in the household. Enjoying being controlled by her boyfriend, Scott. His dominance taking over. She having tasks to complete. Some simple ones around the apartment. Cleaning, cooking, doing the laundry. Of course these are done in the sexy tight maid outfit and black pumps. When she did a good job she was rewarded and punished when she didn’t. Any other time in the apartment she was naked. Naked for all but the collar. When not doing one of the service sub tasks, she was waiting on her knees by the door when he got home. She loved those moments. When his domination over her was in full effect. But it was different yesterday. In the past …

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The teacher has a plan to get some young cock

At age 31, I’d finally decided to have a baby. The complication: after months of trying, my husband and I still weren’t able to produce. We hadn’t had any tests done on the virility of either of us, but I had my private thoughts that my husband was infertile. Luckily I had a solution. As a high school teacher, I was surrounded each day by hundreds of strong, virile, young men. I just needed to find one who looked somewhat like my husband and let him fill me with his spunk. Repeat until pregnant. It was a little cunning of me, but I would get my baby, the kid would get a great story about fucking the hot teacher, and my hubby would be none the wiser. After about a month of careful scouting, I …

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Mrs. H has to chaperone

Ms. Hernandez has to chaperone I was on my way back to the school campus when I received a text from my best friend, Nicole. The text read: “I brought a surprise for you…xoxo” I wasn’t sure what kind of surprise she had in store for me, but knowing Nicole, as I do. It was probably something bad. I arrived at the dance at 6:30, about a half hour before the dance was to start. As I was grabbing my purse from the front seat, I heard Nicole’s voice coming from behind me. “Check you out, Chica. Your ass looks AMAZING in that dress” I was wearing a little black dress, that hung to my curvaceous 36-24-40 Latina frame. The dress was low-cut in the front, showing off my ample cleavage. But the slit along …

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Under Her Thumb_(0)

Introducing the porn junkie I love porn. It is so uncomplicated. So straightforward. Honest, in a way, because it strips you of all the fancy illusions and lays bare the core of who you are. If you are open to the challenge, it can be a true ally in your quest of unraveling the threads of your life. I cannot deny I am a porn junkie. Truly there is no shame in recognizing what I have become. Porn has got me by the balls. I’ll go into cold turkey if I don’t get my daily shot of porn. And when I do get it, the world collapses and I float happy like a baby in a never-ending myriad of bloated asses and monstrous drooling cunts. After work, alone in the office, I can spend hours …

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Do It Yourself (or get some help)

One of the many inevitable things that come with buying a house, is frequenting Do It Yourself stores. A lot. I’ve always loved them: the smell of newly cut wood, dried up paint and burnt dust, the sheer endlessness of the isles and the countless object that I never knew existed until I saw them, it’s amazing. The weeks between moving into my new house and selling the old one, I could be found in such stores about every other day. I had worked out the perfect schedule, arriving just after peak times were over, but long enough before closing time for me not to have to hurry. I also knew all the students and middle-aged men that worked there. Or I thought I did. One day, on a random weekday evening, there was a …

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Master and His Pet Slave

One particular afternoon master was feeling extra horny and wanted his slave to do dirty things more so than usual. He texted his pet and told his slave that she was gonna be his actual pet later and she will have to wait and see what is in store for later keeping her guessing and on her toes. He then texted her that somehow, some way, she had to figure out how to call him “sir” at work without drawing any attention to herself. He wanted her to know that at any point in time, she was his and she was to please him with whatever requests he could creatively come up with. So later on in the day, Master had asked his slave various questions and she answered like any normal person would. Then …

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The Office Junior – Part 5

Work had gone badly after I stopped texting Becky. Things had gone wrong and then progressively worse from there. An entire project had slipped by 3 days so I had a ton of issues to clear up. This was going to cut into my plans tonight. I phoned the diner and asked when the latest we could arrive would be. They told me that 9 o’clock was probably the latest they could manage. I phoned Becky and told her the bad news. She was fine with it and told me to get there as soon as I could manage. I worked solidly for hours getting things cleaned up. I was a man possessed. It was just after 8 when I pulled up outside her flat. I jumped out of the car and walked up to …

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