As Isla stepped out of her heels, her eyes met mine. Before, I'd had trouble holding her stare, but now that the taste of her pussy lingered on my tongue, I made a point to stroke my dick through my pants. Isla drew in a sharp breath, then reached to unbutton her skirt. I could easily hear the zipper's slow descent. When the garment dropped to her feet and she stood completely naked before me and her boss, I was struck by...

Though my mouth felt parched, my palms were clammy as I made my way toward Mr. Carr's office. The scenario about to unfold seemed too surreal even for a dream. Yet it was happening. His door was open, just as he'd said it would be. Light spilled out onto the hallway carpet, and as I approached, I heard his low voice. Then I heard Isla's, even softer. The offices all around us on this floor of the building were deserted. I...

I followed my best friend down a pathway, passed the manion of a wealthy old man. The path led to two big black doors. My heart was pounding through my chest and I could feel the sweat in my palms. I gulped and took in a deep breath. ''ID?'' the tall and bulky women dressed in tight black leather straps that barely cover her body asked. I reached for my ID, but before I pulled it out of my bag, my best friend pulled out a...

Recap of the last chapter: In the bustling world of Crestwood Dynamics Ltd., the ordinary life of Emily Turner took an unexpected turn when her deep admiration for her boss, Mr. Alexander Harrington, evolved into a complex effect on her mind and body. As Emily rose to the position of Project Coordinator, her professional journey was intertwined with a growing infatuation for Mr. Harrington. Emily craved his approval, glow...

Timmy Titmus paused to read the sign on the office door. "Dr. Sigmung Samenschlag, Behavioral Therapist," in big letters, and below that a list of services, including Personality Testing, Marriage Counseling, Addiction Counseling, and Employment Assessment. This was definitely the place. It was conveniently only a five-minute walk from his office at Fappercon Headquarters in downtown Chicago. Apprehensive but resolute, he...

The dimly lit room is adorned with a sleek, black leather couch and a mahogany conference table. The walls are lined with framed certificates and accolades, a testament to the success of this company. A large, ornate chandelier hangs overhead, casting soft, warm light across the polished hardwood floor. The air is thick with anticipation and desire, as if the very walls are alive with the energy of the people who have spe...

Monday, 9:13 am “This is a lot,” I said, staring at the ream of paperwork that lay before me. I felt a hand on my shoulder and looked up into the soft green eyes of the young brunette just above my right shoulder. She leaned forward to place a thin collection of papers in front of the large stack. My eyes traveled down to her cleavage tastefully displayed thanks to the plunge of the neckline of her blouse. I glanced up ju...

My name is Amber, I’m a single thirty-six-year-old who had recently moved to the city. Finding work was difficult, After a couple of months, my savings had dwindled and I was nearly giving up hope, I needed a job and this ad caught my eye for bar staff. It fitted well, as it was evening work, leaving me free to enjoy my days how I pleased. I got the job. I was now in my sixth month. However, since working at the bar, it h...