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She was so hot. I just loved to look at her as she left her apartment. No matter when or for what reason she looked very sexy. She had the kind of body that just screamed ‘fuck me’. And that is what I wanted to do. She was kind of short but had those perfect legs that gave the illusion of going on forever. She had that long, thick hair that was just perfect to nuzzle in too.

I watched her every day, and I knew her habits. On weekday mornings she dressed in a short dress type suit. All stiff and business-like, the type that made men and women equal in the workplace. Later she would come home and change for jogging. She wore some tight sweat pants and amorphous shirts. Because she had some huge breasts she wore one of those tight jogging bras. Every day she came back all hot and sweaty making me really horny.

Some would say, “If you wanted her so much, why don’t you get her?” Well for sure I wanted to but she always seemed to have another guy. And did she go through them. She never had one for more than a few weeks, and I wanted to be more than that. That is why I watched and studied her for so long. I knew her ins and outs, including her favorite sex positions, via a telescope bought for the purpose. As a matter of fact I finally decided that I would confront her with my love as soon as I found out one last bit of information. I didn’t know her name. I vowed that when I got it, I would get her.

One day she did not follow the usually routine. She went out to work did not come home for her daily jog. I saw this as an excellent chance to figure out her name. I knew for sure that her name would be on her mail, which she usually picked up from her box before jogging. Inconspicuously I slipped down to the mail boxes. The apartment owner either was a trusting soul or cheap because the boxes did not have locks. Lucky for me! I glanced and saw no one around. I quickly popped open her box and scanned her letters. Finally I say what I had been waiting for. Among the letters to occupant I found one addressed to ‘Miss Betsy Bryant’. I am ready to make my move. I knew in my mind I was going to get this woman and I would start the next time I saw her.

About 4 o’clock the next day I saw Betsy getting her mail. I slipped out of the apartment and came up the road as if I was going to the apartments. I walked up to her and pretended to ask her the direction to a friend’s place. When she was about to answer I said,”Wait a minute? Aren’t you Betsey Byrant? Don’t you remember me? I’m Jim, from school.”

This had her thoroughly confused and I moved in for the kill. I rambled on about some made-up school career until she invited me to her place. I had never really seen her place except from the windows, and I was impressed. She had impeccable taste in decor that seems the mark of the successful woman.

After we got on the couch I admitted to really being her neighbor and used the school mate bit as a ploy to get in her apartment. Betsy was shocked and I was afraid that she would kick me out. Finally, at my urgings she cooled down, and admitted that she knew I was BSing her anyway. The she started spouting off info on me! She knew everything about me. Of course I was surprised. It turns out that she used the computer at work to find out about me when she noticed me spying on her.

“Well, I bet you don’t know my favorite sex position,” I finally said.

“I bet I can find out,” she said slyly.

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With today’s new competitiveness in business, more and more hard work is going into our work weeks. Often I find myself working weekends in order to satisfy the need for additional work efforts. Recently, however, I was delighted by a turn of events which made this weekend requirement easier to take. Our company, like most, has be undergoing constant reorganization in an attempt to become more effective and with this comes the inevitable procession of changes in upper management. In addition the general age of my bosses had been declining. A recent change found me working for a good-looking woman about five years older than myself. I wondered how this was going to work out, and as you will learn it not only worked out great but has provided me with some of the most interesting work experiences in my life.

It all started, as I said, with my new boss. Jane was a good-looking dark-haired lady with nice tits and a great figure. While she looked nice she wore very conservative suits around the office and I did not think of her in especially carnal ways. Jane had brought with her a number of women who formed her inner circle, and while some of my peers thought this was a sign that the guys were going to get the shit jobs, I waited to see how things developed. Soon after Jane took over I received a number of interesting and sensitive assignments which were due in short time-frames. I was assigned one of Jane’s people to work for me and we began to work the project. Sue, the woman assigned to me, was a pretty, slim woman about 23, and while she wasn’t Bo Derrick she seemed to always to give off a very sexual aura which attracted me to her from the first. We ended up spending many evenings working on our project and I got to know Sue quite well. Sue had small firm breasts which she almost never covered with a bra and while her dress was never overtly sexy I found myself drawn to her and wondering how she would be in bed.

When the project was nearing completion the work effort intensified, and in addition to working nights, Sue and I were getting together on the weekends to complete the work on the required schedule. Sue invited me over to her house so we could work on the project in some more comfortable surroundings and since she was single I thought it would be nice. I arrived about 8:30 Saturday morning, Sue greeted me at her door wearing a short t-shirt nighty and apologizing for over-sleeping. I told her it was ok and how sexy she looked in her short nighty. Sue’s small firm tits were clearly visible under the thin white cotton and her nipples poked out against the fabric, making my cock get stiff.

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A few months ago my wife of three months, Adelaide, and I were relaxing in bed after having made love. Adelaide snuggled up next to me and whispered, “Honey would you like to fuck my ass tonight?” I looked at her, eyes wide in amazement, and managed to mumble an affirmative response. My lovely bride rolled on top of me and with a devilish grin began to French-kiss me.

We spent a few frenzied minutes in foreplay ending with my wife lying on her stomach and me nibbling on her delicious asscheeks. When it was time, Adelaide moved to the middle of the bed and slowly got up on her knees, resting her head on a pillow and lifting her beautiful bottomin the air. I was sitting on the edge of the bed spreading lubricant on my penis when I heard my wife call my name.

I glanced over and saw Adelaide reach back and run her hands slowly up her thighs intil they rested on her asscheeks. She whispered to me in a sultry voice, “Wes, put your big dick up my ass. I need it so bad.” With that, she pulled apart her asscheeks, exposing her asshole to my view.

This was without a doubt the most erotic scene I had ever witnessed. I was overcome by a sexual rush the likes of which I had never experienced and I promptly lost control, semen spurting from my cock without even touching it.

After we finished cleaning the bedroom carpet, I told my wife that I had never been so sexually excited in my life. Unfortunately, I was unable to regain my erection, since I had already come twice that night, so we couldn’t follow through with the assfuck. I did ask her, however, where she had gotten the idea for what she had done.

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My first experience with sexual harassment on the job just occurred and I can tell you I thoroughly enjoyed every harassing minute of it. It all started when I changed jobs joining a large company and working for a female boss. This was new to me but since she was fairly young and very good looking with a great figure my mind went into its flights of fantasy from my first day. Mary my boss is about 38 and stands 5′ 10″ and has a figure that runs 36 26 37. She is blond and has a way of putting men at ease immediately. Mary wears fashionable clothing which while not flaunting her obvious charms is quite seductive and sometimes a bit revealing.

As soon as I was hired I was put in charge of the implementation of a major accounting system with deadlines like tomorrow which meant plenty of overtime and lots of problems. In addition management was overseeing all aspects of the project with a microscope. One day while going to corporate headquarters with Mary I noticed her deeply slit skirt had opened up while she was driving and exposed her legs to her upper thigh. I was delighted by the site of her creamy thighs and was quick to notice she wore a garter belt and nylons rather than the conventional pantyhose worn by most business women. As we drove along her skirt opened more and more reveling her legs further and further. I could not resist the temptation to stare and eventually Mary caught me ogling her great legs. Looking directly at me Mary asked how she measured up, Stammering a bit I replied great from where I was sitting, Mary smiled but made no attempt to cover herself. By the time we had reached our destination I had developed quit a hard-on which as I am fairly well endowed was very visible as we walked across the crowed parking area. I could tell Mary had checked me out and was at least comfortable with my excitement because she made no effort to rebuke me for my voyeuristic enjoyment. (click to read entire story…)

Men who travel on business regularly have a unique opportunity to get in a little fun that for the most part goes to waste. I was luckier than most on my last trip and spent all my nights with three of the most sexually active ladies I have ever met. I had initially thought that this trip could be better than most as I and my traveling companions Sue, Donna and Eileen headed for the airport but dismissed my thoughts a fantasy. Little did I know that my fantasies would not hold a candle to the realities of this trip

After a rather uneventful trip filled with boring conversation we arrived at the hotel where we were to give a two day training seminar to a number of company employees. After completing the preliminary setting up for the next day I suggested we all go out to dinner together. My suggestion was taken and we arranged to meet in the lobby at 6:30. Retiring to my room I again began to fantasize about the possibilities of engaging in a little fun with my traveling companions. To say the least they were all quite attractive and young. Sue is a 5′ 7″ brunette with a pretty face and a figure that runs 35-23-36 her tits are nice and firm and when she’s bra-less which is often she shows nice hard nipples. Donna is tall attractive blond with nice soft tits and long slender legs and a fantastic ass. Eileen who is a bit heavier than the other ladies has a set of knockers which easily measure in at 39+ and a nice full ass. Just thinking about spending an evening of fucking and sucking any of them got me hard while I was showering. Just as I was finishing my shower a knock at the door interrupted my fantasy leaving me with a raging hard-on. Trying to cover myself and my still hard 10″ cock with a towel I went to the door to see who had disturbed me. To my delight it was Donna, opening the door I tried to maintain my composure and asked her to come in. Donna was just out of the shower herself and needed to borrow my blow dryer. I asked her to wait a minute as I ducked back into the bathroom to get the dryer as I retrieved the dryer I noticed Donna staring openly at my still erect cock as it bulged out the front of the towel I had thrown on. I made sure I took my time getting the dryer allowing Donna to get a good look. When I returned Donna asked me if she could dry her hair in my room rather than going back to her room and needing to return the dryer. Needless to say I agreed. Donna move into the bathroom to dry her hair and I started to dress for dinner. (click to read entire story…)