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Otto glanced at the time in the corner of his screen. Another Friday evening working late, but he had told his boss he would have this ready before he left. One more data set to pull, a half hour of spreadsheet work and he’d be wrapped, he’d be out by 8:30. He could email it before he left and Vince, his VP, would see it on his blackberry. A little obvious, but brownie points were brownie points, and Vince was on his way up, and if Otto could ride that wagon he’d move up with him. At thirty-two he was already Senior Group Leader in Vince’s division, ahead of guys with much more seniority. But they didn’t have Otto’s work ethic and drive. So he missed a couple of wild Friday nights drinking and whoring. That had been fun and fulfilling in the carefree college days, but frankly, they’d left him flat in the last five years. Hung over and mostly dissatisfied, always with a yearning for…something else. Something more.

He considered that as he waited for the data mining program to return his results. It finished quickly; it always did this late at night with fewer users on the system. Hell, he might be the only one left in the building, although he’d seen one other car still outside the last time he’d looked out the window. Someone else putting in the time. He dumped the data into a spreadsheet and started plugging in formulas, but in the back of his mind floated his evaluation of why he would rather work than go out on a Friday night.

It wasn’t really the last five years, he knew, he just told himself that to keep from becoming bitter. Since college, when he’d landed his first position, before coming here, he’d grown dissatisfied with the girls and the pickups. The one-nighters were fun, and he still went out when he wanted to dip his wick, but the encounters became less fulfilling and ended up leaving him more frustrated than sated. He typed in the last logic statement, then copied the formulas down, re-sorted the data, and began the top-line summaries.

And his phone rang. He checked the display. Lizette Walsh.

She was still here? She was a VP for chrissake! He picked up the receiver.

“Otto,” he said.

“Otto. Walsh here. Could you stop by my office?”

“Yeah, sure,” he replied, but the line went dead as the phone display went blank. He rolled his chair back and made his way through the bees nest of cubicles to the main hallway and hit the stairs up. Lizette was a VP, just like Vince, but in another division. Different group of products. She had her own stable of Group Leaders. What could she want with him?

He walked the empty offices, long abandoned even by the cleaning crew that had started at five-thirty. The lights down this end were off, and only the emergency lights shone, save one lighted office at the end of the run. He wondered what Lizette could need him for. There was stiff competition between the divisions, and Vince had had many a harsh word about Lizette in the last five years, bemoaning her political savvy and conniving manipulations. Stealing personnel from other divisions was not unheard of. Maybe she was going to try to steal Vince’s best boy? It would be an office coup, for sure. They’d talk about it for years. In his mind, he listed his demands. Could be an opportunity.

We walked in through her open door. She was looking intently at her monitor, a big twenty-five inch flat screen. She glanced up.

“Have a seat,” she motioned with her chin, and returned to what she was doing. Clicked a few times, typed something, clicked again. The printer behind her started churning, and she turned to face him.

“So, burning the midnight oil for Vince again?” she asked with a smile.

“Yeah,” he answered. “I promised him that - ”

“Good,” she cut off. “I like that in you. Diligence, Devotion. Obedience.” Her voice sounded like she was ticking off fingers, but her hands remained on the desk. “You make Vince look smarter and more capable than he really is,” she said with just a hint. “That’s what a good man does; what he’s told, takes no credit above his boss, makes the top guy look good.”

“Well, I - ”

“Do you know what I did before coming here?”

The question took him by surprise. Really out of the blue. “No.”

“I was EVP of Systems Information at a top five accounting firm,” she told him, sitting back in her chair almost haughtily, as if reliving the glory of being at the top of her game. “second in command to the Chief Information Officer.” She shook her head wistfully. “Now I’m forty-two and I’m a VP, here.” Her lips tightened ruefully and she raised her eyebrows. “But not for long, Otto. I’m moving up. I know your boss has his eyes on the Senior VP spot, but I’m telling you now, that’s my position, before this year is over.”

Otto felt suddenly uncomfortable being here. Was she drunk or something? Why was she telling him this?

“There were some improprieties alleged in my last position, Otto. They canned my boss and most of his department; cleaned house. I got swept out in the purge,” she said. I need to move up here, soon, or go somewhere else.” She suddenly sat up and leaned her elbows on the desk. “I’m getting too old to start over, Otto, and I need to get this spot. And I will.” She cast a sharply focused gaze at him. “And do you know why I will get it?”

Otto shrugged, was about to start “I don’t know,” when she dropped the bomb.

“Because you are going to help me.”

Oh, Christ, he thought. She WAS going to try to steal him from Vince!

“Not like that,” she said with a smirk, seeing the thought cross his face and reading him like an open book. “Too obvious. No,” she said, turning and pulling a stack of printed papers from the print tray behind her. She dropped them on the desk. “You’re going to help me by telling me everything Vince is going to do before he does it,” she explained. “You’re going to alter his reports for me, hold information from him and feed it to me. You’re going to help me make him look more like the lackluster middle manager he really is.” She cocked her head. “You do know that he’s using you, right? That the only reason the fourth floor notices him is because of you. Yes?”

She made it sound so crude. “I don’t know if - ”

“Well, it’s true. But now you’re going to be working for me.”

“Why would I do that?”

She lifted the stack of print. “Because I’m going to do you a big favor, Otto. Do you know what this is?” He shrugged. “It’s a copy of your employment contract. I downloaded it from the HR files.”

He creased his brows. “But those are confidential,” he protested

She snickered, but there was no humor in it. “IT background, remember?” She flipped through the pages, found what she was looking for, and pulled one page out. “Recognize this?”

He eyed the page, saw his signature, skimmed the text. “It’s the Information Technology Agreement.” No way, he thought to himself. But a cold sweat broke out under his shirt.

“Right you are, Otto,” she smirked. She picked up a red permanent marker and leaned over the desk. “And this clause?”

He scanned it, and his heart skipped a beat as his eyes scanned the words. Company bandwidth. Corporate resources. Misuse. Violation of Policy. His armpits heated and moistened as his heart pounded. She couldn’t know. No one could know, he was careful. Her IT background.

“Yes, Otto, I found your trail. I found the sites you browse and the chat room you join in.” She leaned up out of her chair, her longish brunette hair dangling down the side of her face, the shadows making her look almost sinister, and he cowered a little. “See this?” she pointed with the marker. The Words.

Immediate Termination of Employment. He cringed and his head lowered. Those websites, and those chat rooms. He’d been discreet, careful, almost always at home, long hours spent, chatting, seeing the images. But at home, only at home…until recently, and the lure of them, the long nights here, working. Waiting for data to download. The not-so-innocent diversions. He felt his hands shaking.

“But you can’t…” he began, and his mind worked furiously, latching on to a defense. “You’re not permitted to - ”

She snorted a small laugh through her nose disdainfully. “Don’t be stupid. You think I don’t have friends in IT here? Remember all those people who lost their jobs when I did?” He looked up at her arched eyebrows, saw the truth there. “You think I didn’t take care of my own?” Her head slid forwards, elongating her neck. Her face was determined, her jaw set. The tendons in her neck stretched the smooth skin. Something about her power was intoxicating. He blinked, flustered, and tried to focus.

“One word from me in the right ear and you’re done here.” He swallowed hard. He felt incredibly warm and his breath was short.

“Now watch this,” she ordered, and he watched the permanent marker strike out The Words. The pen made that small squeaky sound as she dragged it across The Words slowly. Above it she wrote in perfect flowing script ‘punished’. Then she initialed it and extended her hand, offering him the pen. “Now you.”

With a shaking hand he took the pen, unsure if he was relieved or terrified. He initialed the change, capped the pen, and returned it. She discarded it into a cup on the desk where it sat, the red cap glowering at him for long minutes as she re-sorted the pages and stuffed them away into a desk drawer.

“Okay,” she said with some finality. “So, I won’t tell, and neither will you, and if someone finds out I’ll come to your rescue,” she stated, clearly entertained. “Provided you do what I want. Everything will be fine. We’ll be a team. Vince will start to lose his veneer of competence, I’ll look great. When I move up, I’ll take you with me. Settled?”

Otto lifted his hanging head and looked up at her. Her shoulders were back and she sat erect with the pride of accomplishment. He felt crushed, manipulated, trapped and defeated. He had made a deal with the devil, and she was Lizette Walsh.

“Not much choice, is there?” he asked with resignation.

“Nope, not much,” she replied smugly. Otto heaved himself out of the chair and started for the door. As he turned to leave, she called, “What are you doing?”

He stopped, turned back. There was a tinge of expectation in her voice, couched in surprise. “I was going back to finish…”

Once again she stepped on the end of his sentence. “Aren’t you forgetting something?”

He blinked at her in confusion, his mind scrambling for what the hell she wanted from him. She’d taken his soul, would make him betray his boss. She knew his secrets, his vulnerability, and would use it against him. He wracked his brain thinking of the right answer, came up with, “Thank you?”

She snorted another laugh, louder this time, but almost with pity. “Well, that’s a good thought, Otto. And you’re welcome. But no,” she added, and stood from behind her desk, came around to him, slowly. He was reminded of a cat circling a bird. She took his arm and her fingers felt like talons above his elbow. She walked him to the loveseat at the far end of her spacious office as she spoke.

“I wasn’t referring to your gratitude. I was referring to your punishment.” She released his arm, leaving him standing at the end of the loveseat, stunned by the words. She sat, her skirt riding up as she posed there, her long elegant stocking clad legs held together, heeled feet planted firmly on the floor. She looked up sideways at him, and he looked down, frightened and confused.

“But,” he managed, arms at his sides, palms up, plaintive. “you made me sign… we made a deal!” His mouth opened and closed. “Punishment?”

“You misused company assets. Violated Policy. You could have been fired. I saved you from that,” she stated, impatience growing in her voice. “In exchange for my salvation, you help me. THAT’s our deal, Otto.” Her head cocked at him quizzically. “But you are still caught. And you agreed to punishment instead of termination.”

He felt his face twitch and the sweat broke out across his body again, making him shiver inside his clothes. It can’t be, it can’t be, he told himself, over and over, but he fell short of conviction. His eyes, downcast and unable to meet hers, settled onto her fingers, drumming lightly on her smooth kneecap. The fingers lifted and fell on her knee in succession, tap-tap-tap-tap. Her hand, strong and elegant, signs of her years and experience evident here where demeanor and presentation disguised it elsewhere. In a moment of clarity he understood that she was older than he was, as though it were important and he didn’t know why. Tap-tap-tap-tap. Mesmerizing. Her palm on her exposed thigh, smooth and muscular. Tap-tap-tap-tap. Her knee, her shapely calf, her heels. Tap-tap-tap-tap.

It can’t be, he told himself again, but it was no longer disbelief. Tap-tap-tap-tap. He was afraid to hope, for fear not of what might happen, but that it might not. Tap-tap-tap-tap.

“What- what type of punishment?” he squeaked.

“You broke the rules. You did naughty things with company assets.” Her voice struck him like a honeyed slap, harsh and sweet, thick and syrupy. “The punishment should fit the crime, don’t you think?”

Tap-tap-tap-tap. He trembled. He forced his eyes from her hand, made it travel up her chest, saw her posture; erect, shoulders back, head up, neck stretched elegantly.

“And I think we have dawdled long enough, now, Otto,” Her fingers stopped the drumming, and her palms smoothed the unwrinkled skirt across her upper thighs. “Come here, now,” she commanded. “I think a good spanking fits the bill.” The words hung in the air a few seconds, before sucking the breath from his lungs. “Now drop those pants and get over here.” Her last sentence was lower in tone but still crystal clear, the words sharp-edged and stern.

As if his body was trapped in a cocoon of molasses, he struggled to move. His hands, without conscious thought, struggled at his belt, the muscles weak, limbs heavy, fingers thick and uncooperative. He felt cooler air touch the skin on his legs. He struggled for breath, heard nothing but his pounding heart as he shuffled an ungainly few steps to her. He heard her voice say something, felt her hands on his boxer briefs, felt himself exposed and shame swept him, wrenching his stomach into a knot that settled tightly into his bowels. He felt her hands guiding him as he bent, and lowered, and settled, feeling the welcomed support of her lap under his stomach, followed her direction as she adjusted him forward. His knees didn’t reach the floor and they dangled awkwardly. His shoulders and head rested on the empty section of the loveseat. The smell of leather filled his nostrils, and he inhaled deeply. The scent touched him inside, and his mind cleared enough to understand her words as they drifted though his fog.

“…will be perfect…going to enjoy…relax…over soon…that’s right, little Otto…” the scraps of her words muddled through to him. He felt her fingernails grazing across his bare flesh and his face flushed. His breath caught as they scraped lightly across his ass cheeks and down the backs of his thighs. He felt the fingernails leave and then there was no contact but her knees and the leather until a palm pressed firmly into the small of his back.

He inhaled and held it.

The pain preceded the sound by a heartbeat. It sent an electric charge though him, deep with humiliation and shame and elation. Then another, in the same place, heating the spot with lingering sensation. Another, and another. He felt the flare of inflamed flesh burning, felt the heat echoed in his face. He exhaled with relief. The next series fell on the other cheek, and he trembled, short moans coming unbidden and oddly comforting, soothing him. Another series, across the backs of his thighs. Then higher on his cheeks, alternating between then, and the sounds matched his grunting responses. The knot inside him loosened and gave way and his body relaxed, tension flowing out of his limbs as he took the blows, not pausing any longer, an incessant rain of strikes that seared his flesh and shot bolts of shame through him.

And pressed between her thighs, his cock stiffened.

And still the blows came, striking new places, renewing already heated places, and he took each one, embraced it and owned it, feeling the heat in his face as his humiliation wrapped him in comforting arms. The sounds of flesh striking flesh stroked his ears as a mother’s soothing whisper, and he sighed softly.

The hands stopped. The palm on his lower back lifted. A hand pressed against his inflamed upper thigh, gripping tightly. And then the blows resumed, a different angle, and he realized she had changed hands. The pause had panicked him, but the resumption returned his elation and his cock stiffened again. Instinctively he pulsed his hips, and the blows stopped. He felt her thighs clamp his cock tightly.

“Yes, I thought so,” he heard her words, soft and confident victory in the sounds. He closed his eyes in his shame. “You’re enjoying this aren’t you, Otto?” He bit his own lip, afraid to answer, afraid to admit even to himself that she had filled the void in him that had tormented him for so long. Fingertips trailed slowly from his thighs up his cheeks, torturing and enticing the inflamed flesh. “But it’s not just the pain, is it, little Otto? No,” she hissed to him, lowering her head to the back of his, the other hand playing in his hair, then gripping hard, pulling his head back. “It’s not the pain that makes your cock so hard,” she whispered, squeezing his erect member between her legs. “Is it?”

Unceremoniously she pushed him off her legs, stronger than she seemed. He fell in a pile on the floor, legs tangled in the pants at his ankles. “On your knees, boy!” she barked, and he struggled to get himself upright, his pants turning inside out, around his shoes. “Knees apart! Now!” He scrambled to obey, felt his shirttails tickling his hard cock, jutting up from his crotch, advertising his shame and desire. He looked up at her, felt her hand across his face and saw stars.

“Don’t you look at me, boy!” she spat. “Don’t you put your filthy eyes on me!” He lowered his head, face afire, eyes focused on her feet, encased in her high heels, blurry through the tears. He gasped a shuddering breath. “You! You worthless piece of shit! Fucking hard as a rock from this? You like this?” he concentrated on the shoes, afraid to move, terrified and excited at being exposed, not just physically, but emotionally stripped bare, his desire and shame obvious, his vulnerability and need known to her, hers to take from him.

“Jerk your cock for me,” she ordered. “Now,” but his hand was already there, stroking his member, the familiar sensation a vibrant consummation of the pale sessions he engaged in at home alone, now fulfilled. Jerking himself in front of her, he felt whole, essential. Inside him, the empty place filled with his humiliation, and he groaned with the comforting lack of void.

“That’s good, boy, stroke you cock for me. Show me how much you want this.”

He sighed loudly in response, and she laughed at him. The derision chilled and warmed him. He watched her feet move, change position, adjust her weight. He heard the rustling of clothing above his eyesight, mingling with the sound of his hand stroking his pre-cum over his cock. One foot lifted from his view, then returned as the other was suddenly draped in a cloth anklet; a black lace front thong dangled from the ankle, an accent piece to the heeled shoe. He moaned as they stepped to him, parted. He kept stroking his cock slowly as the approached, his eyes darting from one to the other as they moved to either side.

A hand gripped his hair. “Don’t you stop, boy,” came the domineering tone. “And don’t you cum until after I do.” The words brought him closer and he edged himself, as he had done so many times at home, the well practiced strokes slowing and extending his torment. Unable to see her feet he looked at his own cock, red and angry head swollen, the single eye looking into his own, weeping his desire, his want.

She pulled his head without speaking and his mouth opened, accepting her silent command, his tongue slipping out to greet the shaved heaven that pressed into his face. She grunted above him, pulsing her hips into his mouth. His tongue accepted the pleasure of her juices, his mouth watering at the invasion. He felt her labia part, surround his mouth, owning his face. Her erect nub pressed against his nose as his tongue delved, worshipping her velvet tunnel. He heard a long, guttural groan, felt her hands pulling his hair, pressing his face tighter. He resisted momentarily, took a deep breath and allowed himself to be pulled in.

She sealed her wonder to his face, cutting off his air, and he stroked his thick member, squeezing the shaft, forcing his pre-cum to ooze from the tip. He pushed his tongue inside, pressed his nose against her clit, allowed her to fuck his face, wanting her to, accepting her gift to him. He groaned into her cunt as she humped him, hearing her grunts, feeling the force of her flesh against his. The need for oxygen began to boil in his chest and still he pressed into her, servicing her desire with his need, gratefully. Her grunts became cries, then barks, and then a long, sharp keening and her juices flooded as he felt her quivering hips jerking into his face, filling his mouth, splashing out the sides, coating his face in her soaking reward.

Her climax brought him back to the edge and he eased his grip, slowing his rise, hoping for permission. She suddenly threw his face back and he fell back onto his heels, tipping over as he gasped for breath, landing half on his back in his tangled pants legs. He adjusted, lifting his knees, spreading them wide, and rolling onto his back. He looked at her, saw her dropping her skirt and averted his eyes, but she saw him.

“Worthless shit, don’t you look at me!” He looked instead at his cock, wrapped tightly in his fist. “That’s right, look at yourself, you shit. Look at your needy cock!” she barked. “Get a good look! See yourself for what you are,” she sneered, “a worthless slave!” His hand continued to slide up and down, and he heard her breathing over his own as he brought himself back to the edge, looked into the abyss, and backed away again.

“You want it, now, don’t you.” He nodded inside himself, admitting, finally, that this was what he needed, this was his place. He felt the shame well up inside, felt his arousal rise with it, and felt whole. “You want it so bad, don’t you?” He felt her hands on his knees, pushing them to his chest. “Have it, then,” she derided, and pressed his knees to his head and down, curling his hips up off the floor. Feeling her guidance he assisted, tensing his abs and curling up over himself until his ass was pointing up at her. He kept his eyes on the purple head of his cock as it rose above his face and pointed straight down at him, his grip forcing the head to swell and ache.

She straddled him, extending her legs on either side, pressing her wetness against his upturned and exposed ass. She laughed, and his heart leapt at her amusement. “Next time I will have a strap-on, and fuck your asshole, boy,” she promised. “Now look at me.”
 He lifted his eyes from his cock and met hers, wide and fiery, nearly as wet as his opening. “Cum for me, boy, make yourself cum. Look at me as you do it, and don’t you close your eyes for even a second.”

He heard a moan, felt his insides grip, then loosen as he stroked, felt his balls tighten and clench, and pulse, and he held her gaze, seeing the wonder and victory in her eyes as his first spurt shot from his cock and splashed into his own face, and his mouth opened involuntarily. He heard her gasp, felt his relief at her appreciation for his effort to humiliate himself further for her, and his climax came, hard and strong, stronger than ever before, more total, more complete. His cum rained down on him, coating his tongue, his face, shooting hard, splashing into his eyes. But he kept them open, felt the heaviness of his cream on his eyelids, forcing them to stay open as his mouth filled and watered, his nose filled with the scent of his cum, his face coated and dripping. The spurts softened, became oozing drips as he completed, and the tension left him, and still he held her wild eyes as they stared into his debased and coated face.

He was breathing heavily, still looking up at her, feeling appreciated and valuable to her even as her look of wonder slipped into a sneer. Her eyes narrowed. Her lips were moving, and he concentrated to hear.

“Fucking cum slut, a cum eating worthless slut, I should fuck your ass, make you suck cocks while I fuck you…” her almost silent words caressed his ears, stroked his psyche and touched his heart, filling him with a renewed need to serve, to submit, to…love? “Fucking whore, fucking worthless cum whore, oh, what I am going to do with you…” She wanted him, wanted to use him, and he sighed with his sense of belonging; here, on his back, softening cock still dribbling from his hand, face coated with his own cooling cum, feeling the swelling in his eyes, tasting himself, licking his lips.

And looking at her.

“Enough,” she said suddenly. “I’m done with you,” she spat, and stood. “For tonight. Get out.” She stepped back, allowed him to stand. He struggled to his feet, bent to pull his pants up. “What the fuck are you doing?” she screamed. “Out! I said get out! Now get the fuck out of my office!”

With a leap of his heart, he shuffled, feet stuck in his inverted pants as they trailed behind him, useless used cock dangling from under his shirt. Face coated in his own cum, he shuffled to the door. “Close it on the way out,” she added, and he silently pulled it closed.

Once outside in the darkened hallway, he released a breath he hadn’t known he was holding, and fell against the wall, naked from the waist down, cum dripping from his face onto his shirt, eyes closed. He took several deep breaths, settled his nerves, then bent to straighten out his tangled boxer briefs and pants, pulling them back up. He glanced at his watch. Almost nine. He considered his project, his promise to have it complete, then watched a long web of dripping cum dangle from his face and land on the commercial carpet.

Fuck Vince, he thought, and smiled. I got a new boss, now.

END

(thanks again to inkedmami for the chat that inspired this thought)

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"I want to violate you tonight. I'll be over around 9," was all the voice mail told her. She was excited with the anticipation of what would be in store for her. What was turning into a semi-stale sex life had been recently revived, and some aggressive fucking was just what she needed at the end of a long day. She took a long shower, letting hot water cascade down her full DD tits, pinching her nipples from time to time. Taking special care, she made sure her pussy was shaved to perfect...

Straight Sex
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Violation

‘I want to violate you tonight. I’ll be over around 9,’ was all the voice mail told her. She was excited with the anticipation of what would be in store for her. What was turning into a semi-stale sex life had been recently revived, and some aggressive fucking was just what she needed at the end of a long day. She took a long shower, letting hot water cascade down her full DD tits, pinching her nipples from time to time. Taking special care, she made sure her pussy was shaved to perfect...

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Stephanies Violation

Stephanie was glad to be leaving work after working almost fifteen hours. She didnt even notice that it was a little before ten until she turned on her car stereo. She also didnt notice until now how hungry she was. Maybe it was because she had been trying to figure how to help get her teams part of the multimillion project back on schedule and back on budget. So she pulled into Arbys to get a sandwich and a diet coke to eat when she got home because she did not want to make anything. When...

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Violation

VIOLATED "You will put everything right with this. It is now your sole responsibility ... Am I making myself perfectly understood?" The words echoed heavily in my skull for the hundredth time that morning as we casually made our way up Tommy Carlson's gracefully sloped driveway, dodging around the drizzly halo of a lawn sprinkler as we came up on his wide porch. " ... Am I making myself perfectly understood?" I put my thumb on the doorbell and pressed, only vaguely aware of the...

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Allens Violation

Allen was surprised to get a text from his girlfriend after football practice on Friday. He thought she was going back home to visit her folks over the weekend. She wanted to meet him on a secluded beach she learned about from her sorority sister. "So private we won't need suits! Meet me there at 6 and we can watch the sun go down, then you can watch me go down!" He took a quick shower, threw on trunks and a t-shirt, and drove down to the end of the Blind Pass road, following the direction...

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crossdresser violation

My house is a small two-bedroom cottage with a study, lounge and combined kitchen-dining room. My bedroom has an ensuite. It is located in a quiet cul-de-sac in a quiet neighbourhood where everyone keeps to themselves. It is perfect for me. Perfect because I am single (due to a messy divorce where she got everything except the debts), perfect because I work odd hours, and prefect because I like my privacy; oh, and also perfect because I am a closet transvestite. Like most...

3 years ago
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Moving Violation

He realized he was addicted to her, but was unable to do anything about it. Whenever he saw the little green light indicating she was online, his heart started pounding pumping blood into all the wrong places. They would text often, and became intimate friends. The conversation often turned erotic, and when it did he would describe what he wanted to do to her body in great detail, and she would describe her response. Their texting would get so steamy that their hands would inevitably find very...

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Violation

I took off my clothes as I walked into my room, stripping to my underwear before I turned off the light. I always liked the feeling of going to sleep naked, even in the winter - i loved the feeling of my own cool smooth skin, even if I had a bunch of heavy blankets on. As I slipped into bed, I flicked away some of my brown hair. My parents had never allowed me to do anything like having a boyfriend, but I had always had my little fantasies. I thought of how in this first year of living away...

Fantasy
4 years ago
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sleeping Violation

You know those nights when you have been trying to fall asleep for what feels like hours and you reach that moment where you're still wide awake even though to anyone else you look dead to the world?It was then that I felt the covers move, the bed buckle under the extra weight of him climbing in. This was something new as I'm always fast asleep before he comes to join me, keeping different schedules always means going to bed at different times so feeling him next to me, his bare leg pressed...

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My Beautiful Violation

That night he was so mad at me. The fight that sparked it was stupid yes, but heated. Really heated. I barely remember what it was; something to do with a flirtatious colleague. How he found out I don't know but he was absolutely livid. I saw the raw, passionate and almost hateful savageness in his eyes as he came at me. It was as if he dematerialized and phased through the couch before he grabbed me around the chest and waist, keeping my arms restrained. He lifted me in the air and my...

3 years ago
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my violation

i hear someone beating relentlessly on my door interrupting me in the middle of my showerso i quickly wrap a towel around my waist& run across the living-room 2 answer the door...it is my brand-new neighbor from across the hall& as i look out at him with a questioning expressionhe suddenly forces his way in2 my apartment& then wrestles me roughly down on2 the floor...he is 6'6" tall, 250 pounds & very muscular with a shaved head & tattoos everywhereso i don't stand much of a...

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Moving Violation

"Step out of the car please sir" you say in a commanding voice. You are the most beautiful cop I have ever seen. "What's the problem, Officer?" I say as I step out of the car. "Turn around and face the car". I comply and you handcuff me like a real criminal. "Get in the back of my vehicle" you command and I obey again, but now I'm really getting nervous. You get in the front seat and start driving. "What's the charge" I ask, panic in my voice. "Driving while hot" you answer in a cold voice....

3 years ago
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Moving Violation

He realized he was addicted to her, but was unable to do anything about it. Whenever he saw the little green light indicating she was online, his heart started pounding pumping blood into all the wrong places. They would text often, and became intimate friends.The conversation often turned erotic, and when it did he would describe what he wanted to do to her body in great detail, and she would describe her response. Their texting would get so steamy that their hands would inevitably find very...

BDSM
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Parking Violation

It had been another stressful day after an extra busy week of work, so when Simon, smiled his devilish grin and suggested we grab a drink together, I was quick to agree. A stiff margarita and a backseat quickie was the start I needed to the weekend!I followed him to a bar two towns away, getting wet with anticipation as I drove behind his truck. All my work worries were replaced by thoughts of the raw, intense fucking that was about to ensue. We walked in simultaneously grasping at each other...

Threesomes
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Violation

I have been home from work for over an hour; I lift my head from the brief that I have been reading by the light of a desk-lamp. The room is full of shadows. I look at the antique clock on the mantle and see it is approaching eight o'clock and I look over at the window; it is dark out. I close the file on my desk and then close the curtains in the study. I go from room to room closing all of the curtains, double checking to make sure there isn't a chink or breach in any of the curtains that...

3 years ago
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Violation

He popped the window, open as he had thought. Sliding slowly thru he felt his knife catch on the window sill, He reached back and un hooked him self, he was now inside of the house. So many nice thing he could steal if that was his goal, but he wasn't here for theft. There was a fire in his pants that only a warm pussy could cure. He walked through the house and found the one bed room. The door wide open. He peered in and saw a pretty young women asleep in her bed, little did she realize the...

3 years ago
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Policy delivery

She looked very nice today. The cute little black skirt flipping lightly with each step. Her long light brown hair hanging loose and straight down her back. She carried herself with such a feminine flair. She wasn’t beautiful, I decided, but very cute. She seemed to be more self-confident than a 20-something had a right to be. But she didn’t seem to take herself too seriously, and that was very sexy too. Her top was a simple white blouse, buttons down the front buttoned up to just between her...

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Workplace Violations

Scene: woman in early 20s with pretty face working in a small office. She’s sitting at her desk working on a spreadsheet on a laptop. She has on a long skirt ago down to her ankles and a bulky sweater. Her skirt has a belt, but it’s under the sweater. There’s no way to tell if she has a good body or not. There’s a larger desk at the other side of the room with a laptop on it but no one sitting there.A woman in her early-to-mid 30s comes in and closes the door behind her. “I’m glad you haven’t...

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Unusual Punishment Part Five Violated

Unusual Punishment Part Five: Violated By Norman O. Johnson One Saturday night during the second week of January, it snowed. Some of the girls were outside making snowmen. Others were pelting each other with snowballs. I was indoors with Daria. We were lying together fully clothed on her bunk bed. She still had no roommate, which gave us privacy, the rarest luxury at the school. We didn't have sex this time. Sometimes neither of us wanted it. But we talked about things. Just by...

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Impressive Wedding Band Violators

IMPRESSIVE WEDDING BAND VIOLATORSThis picture does tell a story.However, the details are actually worth printing out. *Above they were watching a XXX film together, and the stimulus appeared to have worked. The guy is Del. He lived in Evansville, IN. Del drove all the way to Lafayette, IN every week, when he was fucking my wife. The drive was two hundred and thirty miles one way. That is my wife, Janet in the photo. The symbolism of this photo should not be lost. Start with Del’s left hand,...

3 years ago
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Violated

The story that I am about to relate happened to me in last summer. I am a small Eurasian teacher in my mid twenties, not married but I do own my own home which sits on 4 acres of land completely fenced in by an eight foot chain link fence on all four sides. The property has thick bushes and trees all around the inside against the fence so it is completely isolated from view from anywhere except the sky. The rest of the four acres is covered in grass, shade trees, bushes and a small garden and...

4 years ago
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Sometimes you need to be violated

She heard a light switch click on and then the radio blared on, the music drowning out any hope of being heard as the door latched and locked behind her. She could feel the warmth of his breath on her neck as he reached around her and undid the button on her jeans, then quickly pulled down the zipper... She started to fight but her arms were held uselessly behind her and his weight still pinning her against the wooden bench made the efforts futile as she felt the denim being worked down over...

2 years ago
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Sometimes you need to be violated

Introduction: This is a rape fantasy, if you dont like them please stop reading. Thanks She had simply been going out to empty the garbage when it happened… She had thought it odd that the sensor lights did not come on, but assumed that she had hit the inside light switch by mistake. She didnt give it another thought until she felt the strong arms surround her waist, another hand cover her mouth and propel her through the garage door, the one she had not even noticed was ajar until now… Plunged...

3 years ago
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Curfew violator

With the formation of the Women's International Party in the mid 2000's, political power has been gradually shifting away from the men and into the hands of a group of radical feminists. These women claim that patriarchy is the root cause of most of society's problems, and that a world dominated by females would be free of war, poverty, class divisions, and corporate greed. While the party is essentially still a fringe group, it has managed to seize power in a few communities on the west coast...

4 years ago
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Night at the park Sissy violated

I was on a business trip and I was horny for cock so I decided to put on a white, almost see through, button down blouse and a short black skirt. The skirt swirls around me as I walked at just above knee length. I also put on a very sexy light blue floral bra, and slid into a white garterbelt. To these I added my silk black nylons and my 5" black heels. Then I put my sissy cock in a chasity cage, locked it and left the key in my hotel room. I finally slipped on a nice floral matching blue with...

2 years ago
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Valentine Virgin Violated

Saturday, February 14th, 2009 "Ohhh Joey," I moan softly as my three month old son's lips close hungrily on my left nipple and start to suck. It had amazed me when after having Joey I realized how enjoyable it was to be milked. I'd always imagined beforehand that it would be an uncomfortable chore. "He's hungry today." "He's always hungry," I answer as I look up and see my mother standing in the doorway. "Well, you're certainly full of milk," mom says as she walks into the den...

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Tabbys Afternoon in the Park

I called you this morning and commanded that you meet me in the local park at our special bench.  This time of the afternoon, the park is fairly deserted, but it’s not a guarantee.  You arrive early and go to our bench.  Sitting down on the rough bench prickles your bare ass, because of course, you’re not wearing panties or bra under your cotton sundress.  Part of my regular instructions is that you are to be bare and ?available? to me anytime I ask.I arrive just a few minutes later and join...

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Hills Angels

It was 10:00 PM on an early summer evening in the London studios of Thames Television, and taping had just finished on the last of the season's episodes of the nationwide comedy hit THE BENNY HILL SHOW. Everyone was glad to see the end of what had been an extremely long day. People were scattering out of the studio, the cast to their dressing rooms, the crew to try and make it home before too late. But one group of girls, walking off in unison, was turning heads even as they left. This bevy of...

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THE TIGHTNESS

I was in school and with a gf of the time Cassi. We were dating just about 10 months. It was school holidays and we planned to see each other as much as we could, although both our parents didn't  want us home alone together. Well more my mom and her parents. My dad worked from home being an owner of a construction company so on Tuesday he said that cassi is welcome to come over for the day. While making plans her parents called mine and my dad assured them that he was going to be home doing...

2 years ago
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Kindred Desires

KAYEI love people, but I don’t enjoy being treated like some naïve teen who doesn’t know what’s best for her.I’m a card-carrying adult, fully allowed by law and motivated by disposition to engage in any ethical activity of my choosing.  Yeah, my short stature, girlish face, and medium-small breasts might freak you out at first sight.  However, if you were ever lucky enough to sample my surprisingly curvaceous ass on your face while I begged you, husky voiced, to taste my cunt, you’d know...

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MyDirtyMaid Briana Banderas All Naked Cleaning

Briana Banderas came to clean Peter Green’s house. Little did she know that he was a pervert who was just out for sex. He was holding a sleazy camera into her face mumbling some stupid pretext. After she barely started to clean he was already holding some 100 Dollar bills into her face asking for her to clean without the shirt. She was a good girl. Of course she turned the money down and almost left the house. But he kept talking. Waving more cash. It would be just cleaning. And at some point...

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It Doesnt Hurt to Look Right

It Doesn't Hurt to Look, Right? By Mister Double U I rolled my chair outside my cubicle. I knew that she would be walking by in a moment. You see, Allison always headed towards her friends desk at 4:15pm. It was like clockwork. And I loved to watch her walk by. I heard the clicking of heels on the ceramic floor and stretched my head back. Sure enough, I saw her tight little body swing past the wall and head down the long hallway. Today, she wore a tight...

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Sissy For a Year 4

I spent the day in near seclusion. I did not leave the house, and drew the curtains in all the rooms to create a more diffused atmosphere around our love nest. To dedicate my mind and my heart fully to Achref, I did not watch TV, read newspapers or books, surf the internet, or even play the radio or any music. In this way, I made sure I would not even by mistake come across a photo or even a mention of any other man. For the whole day, starting from the moment He woke me wishing me good...

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Specialist MooreChapter 2

"You knew and said nothing!" The General said. "Sir I felt the opportunity presented by his accident was to precious to waste." Dr. Klein said. "To precious to waste? The whole reason we didn't want them aware was the chance they would go rouge." The General said. "Did you even read his file? Hes a god damn hero." Dr. Klein said. "A dead hero, who now has access to over seven billion in military tech." The General said. "A dead hero who just saved our lives." Bob...

4 years ago
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AscentChapter 5 Of Women That Hunt No Cooking Please

The following morning I found Sheel had remained in bed with me and I made good on my promise to make it up to her for yesterday morning being spent with Roya. After breakfast we continued with target practice. As expected, I was very effective with the spear and atlatl. Unexpected, both girls were not bad with the spears and atlatl from the very start and they improved very quickly. After an hour or so, the girls went back to the bow and arrow practice and I went off to hunt. Once I was...

2 years ago
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Learning Things

Copyright 2002 "Well, you never can tell with Beth." That was Linda talking, who I've known for a long time. She'd suggested I come with her to a little group she'd joined, some women who met regularly, pretty much just to learn new things. We were on our way there and Linda admitted that she didn't know the meeting's topic, which was this Beth's turn to choose. "What if it's about some book I haven't read?" Linda'd told me sometimes they simply discuss a book. "Well I'm in...

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Mardi Gras Passions

An attractive looking female blonde tourist, wearing a mask during the festival is wandering around checking all the thrills and sights. The feathered mask matches perfectly with the white button up dress that is low cut in the front, which shows off the young blonde’s ample cleavage. She has a string of white pearls around her neck, which hangs down so it rests just above the exposed cleavage. Her outfit is finished with the white 3” heels she is wearing; they accentuate her already firm...

4 years ago
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First time fucking a prostitute

-finali is over!! Alex says after a hard day at work. He was the last one in, all his co-workers were gone, now to go home have a few beers, a movie and go to sleep….a blowjob would be good to but he didn’t have a girlfriend ore a friend with benefits, he was all alone….life wasn’t easy, couldnt remember when was the last time he got a good fuck or a handjob, only porn and self satisfaction was his option. As he was walking to his car the only thing on his mind was a warm mouth ore pussy on...

2 years ago
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BigTitsRoundAsses Angela White Stretching My Sister in Law8217s Asshole

Tommy is looking for his brother, but instead he finds his sister in law Angela, half naked in the kitchen, wearing a towel and exposing her gorgeous boobs. He is stunned and wants to leave but Angela is horny and convinces him to stay, showing her boobs is not inappropriate, to show him what would be improper, she drops the towel showing him her pussy, then bends over to expose her ass and raises his leg over the counter to show him her tight asshole. Tommy gets really tense trying to control...

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Blackmailed Sissy Whore Part Three

Blackmailed Sissy Whore Part 3 I did manage to get a little sleep. After Tiffany finally zonked out, and the continual grinding on my thigh and the relentless playing with my nipple rings stopped, I couldn't keep my eyes open any longer. Friday night was the last full night's sleep I had gotten since Marcus took over my computer, and my life. I woke up before my alarm went off, which was a good thing. I was tangled up in limbs so securely, it took me several minutes to snake my way...

2 years ago
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Betsy CarterChapter 3

The modern person, who has lived a significant percentage of their life in a digital economy, can not imagine what life would be like without checks, credit cards, debit cards, and online banking. Mortgages, rent, utilities, and insurance are paid with check or by electronic transfer. Large purchases and consumer goods are paid with credit cards, or checks. Plastic is not reserved only for big items. People will whip out a credit or debit card to pay for a five dollar lunch, or a cup of...

4 years ago
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E020 Pearl Ten

Yes, she is so wet and came hard from lip service.  Emma is so ripe for more.  After kissing and smiling down on her, Donald tells Emma to roll over and lift her ass.  The picture before him is delightful.  The stockinged legs, the bare upper thighs, and now her lovely ass cheeks before him. He leans between her legs again and licks and kisses her inner thighs, going up to her cunt and licking some of the wetness away, which is only replaced with more.  Emma is now a leaking faucet which one...

Love Stories
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The Estate of Master David

Chapter 4Eric was pleased to hear that Kate had decided to move into his father’s mansion.  It would be a shame to sell the home in which he had grown up, and which had been in his family for many years.He was less enthusiastic upon Kate’s decision to maintain Julie as the maid.  Everyone knew Julie was far more than a live-in maid to his father David.  He didn’t trust Julie, but ultimately he left the decision to Kate, following a plea for her to reconsider.Kate really seemed to be coming into...

3 years ago
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Europe Holiday Part 2

Well my 2 slaves & I left the Bar to head back to our Hotel, what alice had done was to give the barmaid the details of where we were staying, so about 40 minutes late the girl knocks on our door, both my slaves were naked, diana opened the door to let Klara in, She was 29, single with a great body, very dark eyes long black hair & later we found that she was waxed.She was very taken by the way the 5 girls had just walked into the Bar totally naked & wanted to chat about that &...

4 years ago
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Boss Made Me His Wife

Hello guys I am here again.Let me start my story..I am prachi a working women.I am married since 2 years. I am 26 years old..I married two years ago to my husband.After marriage I came to mumbai.I shifted here with my husband. I am a cs by profession so I got a job in a company in mumbai with a good salary. I have a good sex life with my husband..My husband is good and I am very loyal to him.I had never done sex with anybody before my marriage and even after the marriage..I wanted to be a one...

4 years ago
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Best Served Cold

Best Served Cold by Rubberwolf ? 2004 Storycodes: M/f; F/f; kidnap; bond; packaged; bodymod; sexchange; nc; XX Best Served Cold by Rubberwolf Alex Summers was in a good mood. The phone call that he had just made would ensure that he could now treat himself to a new car and perhaps a foreign holiday. He was long overdue for a bit of R and R, he mused as he sipped his coffee and made his way through the kitchen towards the connecting door that led to his garage. The garage was large by such...

3 years ago
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The Last Time Part Three

‘I. . . I want you,’ he said. Ash didn’t know what else to say. She understood everything about him, to the point were he didn’t need to take the extra steps to explain himself. Iris didn’t need an explanation. He gently pushed her against the apartment wall, taking note of how relaxed she was becoming. She would let him do anything to her. His body instantly responded, the logic of it all slipping away with the start of a flexing down into his groin. She didn’t even hide her wide eyes,...

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