My fiancé said, "Kate, you have to promise me you won't look in this one box. Promise?"
I laughed and held up my hand like taking an oath. "I promise, sir!"
"Mr. Zankov, you keep her honest for me until I get home. In fact, here."
Our new landlord helped carry some out belongings from the car to our 3rd floor apartment. He took the brown box from John while saying, "Da, Da! Your secret safe. Segei too promise."
Several of the candidates for the secretary's job were more beautiful than she was. A more than a few had tried hard to make clear, with their hungry eyes and seductive smiles, that pleasing the boss would be something they'd do willingly, and well. But it was a secretary's "position" that he was most concerned with, and when this one, Audra, a twenty-four year old minx of vaguely Asian or Native American features, turned and walked away -- with firm, upraised buttocks and a curve to her back that pulled her asscheeks higher -- he knew that he had found a woman he would be able to fuck as nature intended, from behind her upthrust ass while she stood straight up.
(Author's note: This fantasy happened some time ago. Long before STDs were a known threat. If the time of these events were more recent, certainly safe sex precautions would have been followed - and recommended.)
After a long, hard, aggravating day at my job, I packed my bag and went to the Gym for a stress reducing workout.
I woke up to find a strange man looking into my bedroom window on the seventeenth floor.
Fight-or-flight kicked in first, and I jerked awake, sitting bolt upright. My body didn't know if it should leap from the bed, or jump into a fighting stance. And then my brain caught up and noticed two things at the same time.
It had been six months since I'd moved in next door to an amazing lady. She was in her early to mid sixties, had a vibrant warm personality, and immediately befriended me showing genuine concern after my divorce. Madeline and I became good friends. I very often stopped by after work to check on her, see how she was doing, and generally on the weekends, did a few odd jobs for her. Having Madeline as a friend, someone to talk to, made the days easier to deal with and not quite so lonely.
It finally happened! I finally had a thick hard cock buried up to the balls in my willing open ass!
I've had an anal fixation for years, but my husband was afraid of hurting me, anytime we'd tried it just was too painful for me, and so we stopped trying. But I was determined and I knew that others did it and enjoyed it we must have been doing something wrong.
It was one of those typical Saturday afternoons - Terri and I were sitting in her kitchen talking about girl stuff. We had been best friends for about a year. Our husbands worked at the same advertising agency. They were off golfing and her and I were catching up.
Jan didn't know Carol very well. Of course she had seen Carol around the neighborhood some, and they ran into each other at the grocery sometimes. But they really weren't friends, just acquaintances. Jan had heard things about Carol and her husband Rob. One of the neighborhood rumors was that the couple went to some pretty wild parties, but Jan wasn't sure she believed it. As far as she knew they were just another middle-aged couple.
Hot piss marches up my chest, over my chin, and into my eager mouth. Piss fills my mouth only to flow over my chin and down my chest, still warm. He's thin and not very tall, which make's his big cock look massive. I swallow and while his bladder is still emptying, lean forward and take his cock in my mouth.
It began with a dress.
She had always loved it. Loved how men looked at her when she wore it. But she always felt a little guilty. She had built her rep and her career on being being smart, forthright and right pretty much all the time. She fought the office battles on equal terms and never allowed her sexuality to come into it.