Lunchtime GloryHoles and Mr Banana Dick
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I used to work in customer service, as a counter clerk at a very busy establishment. As a fun and friendly gal, I quickly became popular with the customers. As the only shameless yet still professional flirt in the place, I came to acquire my own clientele, of sorts. So, although it was a shit job, I usually had lots of fun. For a time, I had to work a split shift, and I usually had a two or three hour (unpaid, of course) lunch. It wasn't so bad, because I lived in town, so I could go home if I...
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this particular female colleague and I were regulars, often disappearing from work at lunchtime for a drink and some lunch, on the odd occasion things have got a little more personal, last Christmas works party for instance where she wound up spending the night in my hotel room along with one of the receptionists but that's a whole nother story Today we were just happy to be out of the office and chilling with a beer in the sunshine or at least that's what I thought we were doing that...
We have been playing this game for a long time and I am ready…past ready for what I am going to make happen today. Finally lunchtime arrives, in he walks and takes a seat across from my desk in one of my visitor’s chairs. I get up and walk around the desk, shut the door, lock it, and then reach over and turn the blinds so no one will interrupt our lunch visit. Today I am wearing a tight black skirt, low-cut clinging shirt that emphasizes my breasts, and heels that make the most of my toned...
It is almost lunchtime. I am sitting at my desk staring at my computer. I hear my door open. I don’t bother to look back to see who it is. I know it’s him. He closes the door and turns the lock. ‘Chris, we don’t have time for this, your wife is coming for lunch in 20 minutes.’ ‘Baby, there is always time to fuck you,’ he says in a low voice. I feel him behind me. He reaches around me and slides his hands down my blouse and finds my nipples. He pinches them hard, and I gasp in pleasure as he...
After another week of hot dry weather. Cooped up at home doing boring work, tip-tap-typing and zooming while my mind drifted off to daydream of Josh’s beautiful cock. I couldn’t wait for Friday night. I had cleared my ‘suck diary’ and It would be only me and Joshua for the foreseeable future. I would try my hand at a relationship. I would be true to him. That was the plan.Lunchtime on Wednesday and I turned off my work computer and started my own desktop up. I fancied a wank and decided to...
I kissed Ashley on the cheek and headed for the door on my way to the office. She grabbed my crotch and said, “Oh no you don't, mister, you give me a proper kiss.” “Sorry, sweetie,” I said as I turned to pull her into me. I put one hand on her ass and the other on the back of her head as I kissed her deeply. I squeezed her ass and she let out a soft moan into my mouth as we kissed. I pulled my face away from hers just enough to stare into her beautiful blue eyes. I swear she has the sexiest...
Group SexLet's pretend we meet in a pub and start chatting. The drinks are perhaps flowing too freely and before long we're both a little tipsy and move to a booth towards the back where we can't be seen. As the conversation moves from polite to cheeky, you start telling me you're getting a hard-on from looking at my tits. I must admit that they're looking good today as my bra really emphasises the shape but still lets them jiggle slightly under the sheer silk blouse I'm wearing. You tell me how you'd...
So, it wasn't like Lisa and I hated each other, but we just weren't compatible in a relationship. We got our little cottage in the village we wanted. We were two minutes from everything on foot and loving where we lived....just not, each other. Lisa wanted everything to be Kath k**ston and nice. She'd cook my meals every day and do the laundry and fuss about the place. Looking back, it was a nice problem to have. At the time I missed my independence. Lisa was a pretty girl. Brunette and...
NOTE: Walking in a Dublin park today I saw this couple making out on the grass in the lunchtime sunshine and was inspired to write this story. deleted
As was his habit at lunchtime, Hal left the building and walked through the office park for exercise. It was a partly cloudy day, and for the moment it seemed overcast. On his way to a small path through the woods, he saw her. Sandy was an attractive redhead with a sensual voice who almost always wore a tailored blouse, a roomy ankle-length skirt, and one-inch pumps. Her wardrobe varied in color, patterns, and material, depending upon the season, but always the same ensemble. Hal watched as...
Weekdays are hard for me, im very highly sexed and i struggle if i dont get myself off once or twice a day.Today i got up late and was rushing round so didnt have any time for 'playing', but once lunchtime at work came i just had to relieve myself!I nipped to the shops, quickly headed for new look, picked up a few things to try on and headed for the changing rooms.I picked the end cubicle, less chance of people disturbing me, not that i care much, but saves any hassle.Once inside i hung up my...
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Oral SexWe have been playing this game for a long time and I am ready...past ready for what I am going to make happen today. Finally lunchtime arrives, in he walks and takes a seat across from my desk in one of my visitor's chairs. I get up and walk around the desk, shut the door, lock it, and then reach over and turn the blinds so no one will interrupt our lunch visit. Today I am wearing a tight black skirt, low-cut clinging shirt that emphasizes my breasts, and heels that make the most of my toned...
Straight SexIt is almost lunchtime. I am sitting at my desk staring at my computer. I hear my door open. I don't bother to look back to see who it is. I know it's him. He closes the door and turns the lock."Chris, we don't have time for this, your wife is coming for lunch in 20 minutes.""Baby, there is always time to fuck you," he says in a low voice.I feel him behind me. He reaches around me and slides his hands down my blouse and finds my nipples. He pinches them hard, and I gasp in pleasure as he bites...
Quickie SexIt was the lunchtime on the following day when Allison picked up a call on her mobile. It was Cerys. “Hi-yer,” Cerrie’s greeting was cheery. Allison, trying to carry her coffee and sandwich while looking for a table and clutching the phone between her ear and her shoulder, wasn’t quite as chipper. “Hang on, Cerrie, I’m juggling lunch here.” Eventually she managed to get sat down and turned her attention back to the phone. “Sorry ‘bout that. It’s a pain trying to find a seat in here.” “You...
It was one of those nagging fantasies that had been locked up in my head for far too long. As a married 30 year old, I wasn't meant to have thoughts about meeting a strange man for adult fun, but I was on my own at work that day and I just couldn't help myself. I had been chatting to 'Frank' in a bi chat room for a while. I knew he was also married, a few years older than me and lived about 5 miles away. I ventured into the same chatroom that morning and suddenly got excited when he signed in....
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Laura’s boyfriend shares the meeting information with his two pervy classmates and invites them along. All three boys conspire against Laura to get her naked. They all see Laura as nothing more than a sexual plaything and a easy and willing target. Laura arrives at the alleyway shortly after twelve and walks to the end of the alley expecting to see her boyfriend alone. To Laura’s shock she see’s her boyfriend and his two mates. She is fully aware of their reputation and is dubious about...
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You asked me round for coffee didn’t you Dawn, day at home you said and I could come for coffee and a sandwich. I was so tired this morning after our night last night. Though I had a grin on my face all morning. And the ache down below told me just what we got up to. Its 11 o’clock, I look for the house and pull up outside. There goes that churning in my stomach again. I get out of the car and walk to your door. Dressed in my suit I look like someone selling insurance or kitchens, in case any...
Ashley was drop dead gorgeous. She was about 5’6” and a little chubby but defiantly not fat. She defiantly didn’t have any folds on that body. She had about C-cup breasts. She had long straight dirty blond hair, blue eyes, and the prettiest face I have seen. She wore a light amount of make-up which brought our all of her best features. She was wearing sandals with a slight heel and tight hip hugger jeans. She was wearing an off the shoulder zip sweat jacket that the zipper was...
As the midday hunger pangs strike, damn I really wish I wouldn’t have forgotten my lunch today. Looking at the time, I realize I can make it home, grab something to eat and check my lush account before my next meeting. As I turn the corner, I notice my husband’s car is in the driveway, that’s a surprise. As I walk in I hear moaning come from the basement and know he is masturbating, sometimes he can be so insatiable. I start to laugh inside and think I could have a little fun with this. I...
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The city gent messaged me with his requirements.'I have time for a longer appointment. You may lavish attention on it. 40 minutes or so.'It had been nearly a month since I had fellated his huge penis and the prospect of spending so much time indulging my passion was just the news I needed. I packed a my bag with lubrication and cockrings. I planned to edge that long cock if he would let and tease him beyond mere pleasure into areas of ecstasy he had not experienced before.In his empty office he...
So again, debated on putting this out there... It's embarrassing, annoying me and it's kinda funny (from y'alls perspective), so Im gonna share. Y'all seem to like my pathetic and funny stories. A couple of weeks ago now I tried again to meet someone to fuck. He is a young 29yo black man within 25 minutes of me. We met twice for lunch to chat and we made out a little in the car each time. The third meeting I met him at his house but I was on my period and he is not down with that (of course my...
As the midday hunger pangs strike, damn I really wish I wouldn't have forgotten my lunch today. Looking at the time, I realize I can make it home, grab something to eat and check my lush account before my next meeting. As I turn the corner, I notice my husband’s car is in the driveway, that's a surprise. As I walk in I hear moaning come from the basement and know he is masturbating, sometimes he can be so insatiable. I start to laugh inside and think I could have a little fun with this. I...
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I kneeled between his splayed feet and looked at him. His cock throbbed with each heartbeat, hard as only hard can be. I reached up and put my hand around him softly, carefully, and then pulled down just a bit. The skin tightened at the tip of his cock and a little bit of precum leaked out. Smiling, I leaned forward and licked it off, feeling its slipperiness, feeling his little pleasured twitch. I stroked him a bit, my hand rotating around his cock as I slowly moved my hand up and down. A moan...
I went out for lunch with a married friend of mine from work on Monday. While driving there out of the corner of my eye I caught a small glimpse of her thigh as I noticed her stockings only went half way up her thigh - I love those and think it's so sexy to know she is wearing them under her skirt so I reached over and put my hand on her leg, feeling the stocking then moving up and felt the skin of her amazing legs. This made both of us smile, and both of us even hornier as we had already...
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Niki smiled at Mr. Jackson as she headed out of his Communications class and made her way to the art studio classroom. The towel had definitely been needed this morning, as she had been feeling more than a little frisky after her drive to school, and she had kept her legs parted and robe partially open for almost the whole class. Every time he had looked at her, she had felt that delicious thrill that she had become addicted to. It was such a power. Moving to the back to the art studio and...
I had walked down the street not paying much attention to where I was or where I was going. I had walked for about 10 minutes after parking my car in an area I had never been to before. I had answered an ad in the paper about a job waiting tables and had been unable to find the café that had placed the ad. I don't remember how I managed to loose track of where I had parked my car, but I must have taken several wrong turns before I found myself in an all black neighborhood. I was depressed about...
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‘Go on, go on. No one’s looking.’ Betty quiveringly drew in a deep breath and held it in her lungs. Why was her friend asking her to do this? Was it part of some kind of game? It seemed so weird, but she couldn’t bring it upon herself to protest. It was hard to say no to Eugenia. She exhaled, then clutched the sides of her skirt and began to lift it up. A gust of March air brushed her ankles, flapping the hosiery cuffed around them. As she pulled further, she felt the wind on her calves. Her...
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