I took the day off work yesterday, and it seems my cleaning lady’s 20 year old didn’t get the memo:  I walked into the laundry room around noon, and discovered him blissful, on his knees, jeans round his thighs, a pair of my panties clutched tight to his face.  He was jerking off furiously, head thrown back, eyes closed in ecstasy, a line of precum dribbling down the back of his hand.  I let him carry on a while, till I judged him about ready to cum–and that’s when I made my presence known.  A ladylike little “ahem!” did the trick.  Of course, he was beyond startled!  He tried to get up, but got tangled in his jeans, and ended up scooting away on his ass, crab-style, cock flopping wildly from side to side–still rock-hard, I was pleased to note.  I just stood there, smirking wickedly, and deciding on an appropriate punishment for this naughty voyeur.  I asked him if he’d ever pleased an older woman, and he said…

Well If you want to hear the rest your going to call me and pay for it.

Gretta

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Sybil All Wet

The next day Sybil woke showered and sporting a pair of short, one of the teams t-shirts and her flip-flops went to watch the game.  She was their own private little cheering squad, just as they asked.  People turned and looked at Sybil as she shouted her words of encouragement.  When it was the bottom of the 9th and the team was down by one, Sybil yelled as loudly as the next when her pitcher came up to bat.   Rob looked right at Sybil and with those blue eyes sparkling smiled and got ready in his batters stance.  The pitch is thrown, looking high, but it is the perfect pitch for Rob and he smacks that ball over the right field fence.  Home Run and with the guy on third scoring, it is the winning hit, game is over.  Rob smiles again as he crosses home plate and winks and nods at Sybil.  She knows exactly what he is referring to.  Time to upgrade to that suite!

Well, it wasn’t like Sybil wasn’t having the time of her life.  She went back to the hotel and in minutes was on her way to a beautiful new suite.  The hotel moved her belongings as she had called ahead on the way back from the game. They certainly spared no expense.  Balcony with an ocean view, fully stocked bar and a huge hot tub, just waiting for fun!  Sybil figured why waste a good thing and hopped right in.  When the knock came at the door, she told him to enter, she hadn’t bothered shutting it fully, in anticipation of the arrival of her new sex buddies.  

Rob walked in the room and stopped dead in his tracks when he saw Sybil stand, wet and naked in the hot tub.  ”Now, Rob, why don’t you just get naked already and come fuck me!  I waited all day for this and I am horny as hell!”  Sybil smiled as she says this.

“What about Frank?” Rob inquires.  

“Fuck Frank, he will get his turn later!  Come FUCK me now, Superstar!  I want to get FUCKED by the MVP!”

Well, stay tuned for more……………..

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SYBIL

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             Don’t you just love it that your Granny loves you. And you know about all the ways that I love you. Just look at my picture. See how I love all my strong men. I just love it when you come to play with me and I love it even more when you bring some of your friends. I love it when you touch my tits, my pussy, my ass and when you stick that big strong dick of yours down my throat. And you know that I love it when you and your friends take turns sticking those big strong dicks in all of my holes.  I love all the special games that we play.  All the ways that we play hide the weiner.  I even like it when you use a real weiner in my pussy and then let me eat it when you take it out of my pussy.   I love all the games that you come up with and I am looking forward to  playing all of the games that you are going to tell me about the next time you come over or call.  You have such a good imagination and you know that your granny has never been able to tell you no about any game you have ever wanted to play.   You make your granny feel like such a dirty slut and you know how much I love feeling like a dirty slut. That just lets me know that you love me. Call me so that we can talk about how much you love to fuck  your granny.

Stay My Whore

The sarcasm wasn’t the only thing dripping.  Your cum was running down my cheek, dripping down onto my breast. I make a motion to move and you stop me. ” No, stay just like that for a moment,” you say as you reach for the table next to me.  Your camera is there and you take the picture before I can protest.  My hair is tousled from your hands, my lips are full and pouty, your cum is everywhere, it is one of the hottest pictures I have ever seen of myself.  ”I want a copy of that, and no photo sharing,” I laughingly tease.  I glance over, and I see it, hardly believing my eyes.  Though I knew it would be there.   A wad a cash, fanned out just so on the table.  I look back at you and you have this grin on your face, showing those damn sexy dimples.  ”I told you I pay my whores well,” that grin still in place.  ”But, for now, let’s move into the bedroom, there is a tight little ass that I plan on fucking hard tonight!” He took my hand and walked me to the bedroom and stopped at the door.  ”So, are you going to stay my whore for the night?” He asked it so casually, yet, it was the question, the one he has been waiting all of this time to get an answer for.

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SUZANNE

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Office Equipment

I was horny.  Plain and simple.  I hadn’t been fucked in who knows how long and I was so wired, once slight touch and I would explode.  I had no patience for anything, least of all this annoying printer!  Damn, why won’t this stupid cartridge go back into place?  I hate office equipment.  I slammed the cover down in hopes that it would do the trick but so such luck.  I needed to print out this report or my ass would be in a sling.  Glad my boss wasn’t going to be back until the morning, it might be a late night at this rate.

I sighed, what the fuck?  I just can’t take this anymore.  I rub my hands tiredly over my face, totally exasperated.  It was already late, just about everyone else had gone home.  Not me, though, trooper that I am, I stayed to get the job done and look what it fucking gets me?  A jammed printer and a broken nail from slamming the lid down.   Maybe I can reroute it to the printer in the other department.  Damn, it has been a while since I had to configure my printers, but yes, that should do it.

Look at that, maybe I can actually get home to have dinner and a hot bath to get myself off.  Ha!  I can’t believe that is what I am looking forward to I think as I walk down the corridor and through the double doors to the next department.  Just like my offices, this one is empty, a stray desk light left on here and there but looks like solitude for Nina again.

Ok, document in queue, print, YES!  Finally, it is working!  I am so happy I start doing this stupid little dance, like that of a stripper on a pole, only the printer is the pole!   As I do my final bend, my arms paying homage to the printer before bending completely, my ass raised high, my hands then travel up my legs, lifting my skirt slightly to reveal the sexy red thong I chose to wear.  I laugh to myself, a little breathless, as I go to remove my document from the tray.

That is when I heard the applause.  I turned, oh shit, the senior vice president, I was doomed!  I searched my mind, but couldn’t think of a single thing to say.

Then he spoke first, “So, what would I have to do to get a private dance?”

Nina replies………

Do you really think I am going to tell you just like that what happened next?  Get Real!

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NINA

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