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I love a cock in my mouth. I love sucking on it, feeling it pulse between my lips, massaging it with my tongue. I love hearing you moan, it lets me know I'm getting you off. I can't get enough. I get so turned on and wet knowing you're going to cum down my throat. Tell me what to do. Grab my hair in your fist and force your cock deep down into my throat. Fuck my pretty lil lips. Make me gag on your delicious cock. I can't take it, I want to taste your cum. I want to swallow it all. 

I'm fingering myself just thinking about you. Playing in my juices. I'm at my desk at work and you and your throbbing cock won't leave my mind. I hope no one sees, our maybe I do... I've left the door to my office slightly open, some one walking by could see what I'm up to. How do you do this to me? You make me want more. You've made me so kinky, hoping someone will catch me pleasuring myself then offer to help. Maybe the whole office will help, shoving cock after cock in me, any where they can then they can all cum in my mouth. Mmmmm.... Pussy too. I love a dripping wet cunt that I can tongue fuck while I'm being double stuffed and pounded into oblivion. She can suck on cock too, I don't mind sharing. 

I'm sliding my fingers deep into my cunt slowly, imagining your cock thrusting into me. I am trying not to moan, and at the same time I want to be heard.

I'm grabbing my blouse and practically ripping the first 3 buttons off, moving my free hand to play with my breast. Now I'm slipping my hand into my bra and squeezing my hard nipple between my fingers. My hand under my skirt and in my panties is moving faster in my cunt, making a slapping sound against my outer folds, swimming freely in my arousal. I roll my head back and out of the corner of my eye I see someone standing at my door. My cheeky secretary is watching me reach my peak, jaw dropped and eyes wide. She is making no attempt to go away. She's slowly biting her lip while watching me pound away at my own pussy.

I gently turn in my chair so she could get a better look. I can't hold back any longer, I've been caught fucking myself at work by a hot 19 year old secretary, and she is enjoying the show.

I am quivering now, moaning as fluid rushes from my pussy drenching my panties. My legs are shaking. Waves of heat are rolling through me paired with a wonderful vibrating tingling feeling spreading from my cunt through out my body. It feels like it's been so long since I finally reached the highest state of pleasure. I'm slowing down now, still teasing my cunt. I open my eyes and see her still standing there, but now her blouse is unbuttoned exposing her large, supple breasts held tightly by a lacy black bra. The door is shut now, and she is walking towards me while unzipping her skirt. She lets it drop around her ankles. 

Shes standing in front of me, wearing lacy black panties that match her bra. Shes sliding her blouse down one shoulder, now the other letting it meet her skirt at the floor. I'm so intrigued watching her that I forgot that my fingers were still in me.

This is going to be the best day at work ever.

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This was turning out to be much more enjoyable than Jocelyn would have thought. She certainly hadn't been looking forward to spending the fourth of July with her stepdaughter Stephanie and the girl's boyfriend. She was still pissed that Robert hadn't taken her to Tokyo with him and left her here to baby sit. Stephanie was hardly a baby--she was 19! Still, Robert was right not to trust her alone with the house. Especially with that boyfriend of hers. He was obviously a gold digger--it took...

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Classwork

The bell announced the completion of my second week as a teacher. It was not my intent to teach high school students, but with the times being what they are, I accepted the only job I could find. ‘Miss Parker?’ The voice made me jump. I must have phased out there for a bit. When did the door to my room get closed? Why did the school seem so empty? The voice belonged to Darren Sloop. He sat in the middle desk of the third row. Aside from roll, I don’t think I’d ever heard him talk. ‘Miss...

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Wetwork Ch 01

Chris Bradford had always chased adrenaline, when he was in high school he had been an All-American linebacker with a tendency for big hits. His performance had attracted interest from the major colleges. LSU, Texas, Miami, and USC had all offered him full ride scholarships, and in the end he had chosen to go to USC because it was the furthest away from his small town in Kentucky. While at USC he had studied international relations, and graduated at the top of his class, he had contemplated...

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Wetwork Ch 03

Chris woke up at around 11 and was surprised when he saw the time. He hadn’t slept that late since… well he couldn’t remember. He checked his phone and was again surprised by the number of messages left on his voicemail. He checked his missed calls list didn’t recognize most of the numbers. Most of the messages were news outlets begging for an interview to tell his story. One was from his buddy Mike Williams, an younger ex Delta guy he had helped bring up and train. Mike had seen him on the...

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Wetwork Ch 02

Outside the mall Chris was sat in a squad car, while the SWAT captain was talking to the police chief. A detective was in the conversation and Chris saw the older man nod and walk away from the captain and the chief. He made his way to Chris and pulled out a set of keys and undid the cuffs. ‘I’m Detective Sill I’m the one who’ll be investigating this mess. Several witnesses said you were not the shooter, at least the shooter of the innocents. Your not under arrest but your still gunna have to...

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Wetwork Ch 0405

Chapter 4 Chris stood in Sarah’s kitchen as she looked at him. She was taking the news fairly well seeing as how he had just told her he was going to Chicago for a while, and an NSA agent would be following her while he was gone. He also was leaving his pistol with her. For one he couldn’t get it through the airport, and also he wanted her to have some form of protection. She had nodded through his whole explanation, not quite getting the whole story, but he was able to tell her the gist of...

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Workkout 07

Weekends were the hardest, neither of us could get together, I with my wife and family, Jim with his fiancé. It was Friday, I was on my way to the gym to work out, and, I hoped, going to his place afterward for a good fucking. Arriving at the gym, I found that I had arrived first, Jim usually getting here before me. I began my work out, and was almost half done with my routine when Jim came in. He walked straight over to me, and stood nearby while I finished my set. Sitting up, I said...

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Workout1

With local University connections, I am able to make use of the 5 different gyms and work-out centers on campus, in addition to the 3 pools they have. I admit, that at the pools I spend way more time looking at the co-eds, than anything or anyone else. I tend to use the gyms either early in the morning, arriving well before 8am, or later after dinner, close to 8pm. I try to pick on certain days when they are less crowded. After my workouts, I always shower before going home. Of course, in...

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