Emily led Jake down a narrow hallway and stopped at a door marked 'Human Resources' and gestured for him to enter first. The room beyond was much like any other HR office he had seen before except for Rachel, who sat behind her desk in all her naked glory. She was in her mid-twenties with long wheat colored hair that cascaded like waves. She was sipping from a can of Sprite, her bright blue eyes twinkling with a mischievo...

Ms. Marshall took the lead, her confident steps leading Jake to follow with his flaccid genitals hanging limply between his legs. As they moved through the office, he couldn't help but feel self-conscious about his nakedness, but the lingering pleasure from Ms. Marshall's mouth kept him at ease. With each passing moment, he felt a sense of freedom and belonging, boosted by Ms. Marshall's unwavering confidence. At the end...

The Friday afternoon sun was blinding as Jake made his way towards the glass doors of the office building. He paused and gazed at his reflection in the mirrored building front, his piercing blue eyes taking in the sight of his tall, well-built figure. He couldn't help but feel satisfied with how he looked in the clothing he had chosen, and his dark brown hair was flawlessly styled in a fashionable cut. His heart was beati...

“Hi,” Maya said with a smile as Kevin walked into the kitchen. “Coffee?” She then questioned, not wanting there to be an awkward silence between the two of them. “Please,” her brother replied, catching for the first time what his sister was wearing, which only helped harden his morning wood. His sister's only clothing was a long white shirt with buttons down the front. She had deliberately chosen it given the sweltering w...

"I am an attaché at the American embassy, I have diplomatic immunity. I demand you release me at once!” The raven-haired Latina beauty smirked at my outburst. In her Spanish-flavored accent she replied in good English, "You are in no position to make demands, I think, senor.” Well, she had me there. The toned, curvaceous woman was standing over my seated figure in the small, warm, dimly-lit room. Though she was of average...

I had anticipated Saturday’s breakfast the day before, making a trip to the grocery store for some decent all-butter croissants and fruit, so, after Niharika and I finished our shower, I got busy preparing something to eat. I started the oven and slid in a foil pouch with two croissants for each of us. While the water heated for the coffee, I de-stemmed some tasty strawberries and sliced quarters of honeydew melon and can...

Richard walked up behind me, touching my hair before sliding his hand down my back, his fingers leaving tracks in the thin sheen of coconut oil on my skin, until he slid them down my ass crack and squeezed my cheek. “What are you doing, babe?” “I was watching those guys on the jet skis. That looks like fun, huh, naked jet skiing?” “They’re wearing their flotation vests.” “Yeah, they have to, but the good stuff isn’t cover...

I awoke the next morning snuggled to Richard’s side. The room and the bed smelled strongly of sex, which might be unpleasant or off-putting in a different situation, but remembering why it smelled that way, and my naked skin against his, Gina plastered to his other side, made the sex scent work like an aphrodisiac. Richard was ready and able, the sheet tenting over his morning wood… impressive, given the demands we’d plac...

My eyes pop open when he shifts and sighs under me. Raising my cheek from his sticky chest, I peer at the clock. Barely thirty minutes have passed since we laid down for a nap after work, twenty or so since my spit-slicked hands caressed his cock to a spurting and gushing orgasm. I’m lying tits-down in the crusting mess, but it feels more sensually erotic than nasty. He pushes me off his chest, onto my side, and turns to...

Shortly after arriving home from work and changing into my comfy cotton pants and t-shirt, I hear the unmistakable sound of the garage door opening. He’s home! A minute later, the garage closes and I hear the inner door clunk shut. I meet him in the living room as he sets his computer bag and phone down. While we share some small talk, he re-iterates his desire to lie down to rest for a few minutes before dinner, as he ha...