I quietly open the office door. You are so engrossed you don’t hear me. I’m home an hour early and you are busy. The joys of working from home, I think. I watch you typing. I see your hand drop between your legs as you type one-handed. You squirm in the wooden armchair. I step closer in stockinged feet, breath held, trying not to make a sound until I am close enough to read. You spin round when my foot presses down on the...

Mrs. Cummings at home. School girl dress-up, seduces my virgin pussy. Again. "Ms. Smith." Business conference, fancy suite, wedding ring. Wants it nasty rough. Rest home Gracie. Such a darling. Chatty, happy snuggle. Eveline, Gracies's aide. Supply room freebie 'cause she's just so sweet and deserves a treat. Preacher's wife. His sermon droning, I eat her to salvation in the choir room. Amelie's bachelorette. Maids each g...

I spot her SUV parked off away from the other soccer mom transports. When I open the door, she's waiting as planned, splayed on display. Beneath her tee, she's pawing a manufactured tit, plaid shorts and panties tossed aside. Smiling nasty, she pulls the fingers from her tailored cunt and sucks them clean. I dive right in and make her gasp, devouring her clit, fucking my own fingers deep. I stop to take a breath and look...

It's a few hours before opening time at Duke's. Rita and I are going over plans for a 75th birthday party we're throwing a week Wednesday night. Sal Harper is one of our favorite regulars. A retired ACLU attorney, she's sassy, spirited, and needle-sharp, with a bottomless supply of stories about the city's queer history. Besides that, she's made herself Duke's unofficial mother hen, giving out advice and support to any of...

MsKimberly -- Tuesday 8:37 AMI was told you are the one to talk to. Possible thing. How do we meet? I love these out of the blue 'somebody said' messages. Most of the time it's just some little monkey wanting to jack. Like there's not enough web porn? Or it's a cop hoping for a freebie. All part of the playground I work in, but I always answer, 'cause you never know. Certainly willing to talk. My office 1:30 tomorrow. 3:3...

She's sitting at her favorite table by the front window, her back to the wall, so she has a clear view of the room. She is carefully nibbling an almond croissant with her coffee, reading a book. She is probably around thirty, but presents herself as older. She has quite a pretty face made dour by the absence of any make-up. Her hair is a nice medium brown with some natural red toning, pulled tightly back in a workday bun....

HotHarry -- Today 10:20"Tue 9:00front door will b openguestroom -- wife seduces sch chumi'll let her know when u readyleave lite on ths timei b in closet -- make sure I get good viewkicked in extra $ -- expect really good show" HotHarry. Just how I want to start my day. I did a skit with him and his wife a few weeks back, same sort of tired voyeur scene, female burglar surprises wife, blah, blah, blah. They got what was p...

"Monitor's just unplugged, ma'am." It flicks on showing a paused video. "Don't look!" "Know this, so hot!" She hits play and the girl resumes licking an engorged clitoris to a sound track of loud moaning. Carla Jones gasps as fingers touch her plump leg under her skirt. "I've... never..." "Think about it a lot though, don't you?" sliding her hand up, finding her cunt naked, open and wet. "So what will it be next time, Mrs...

I hold back and by the time I come out of the ladies room, she is sitting amongst her friends across the room, laughing. My server comes over and hands me a small pink envelope. "The lady in the white dress," she says, nodding in her direction. I open it, slip the cash into my purse, and open the folded note. Antonio's / Saturday / 8:30 I catch her eye and dip a quick nod. I can still taste the rich, mature essence of her...

“The train is approaching. Please step back from the platform.” Lianna hears the announcement as she hurries towards the stairs leading down to the subway platform.  “Shit,” she breathes and quick-steps her way through the almost empty station. She shuffles her feet as she negotiates the corner to go down the stairs, but her wet shoes slip on the grime-slicked floors anyway, and she grabs the handrail just in time, barely...