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I was standing in front of the house waiting for the real estate agent to show up to give me the nickel tour and hear the typical pitch on why I should buy it. As I was about to look at my watch, here came the car. What I wasn’t expecting a 6’6” blonde who got out. Her breasts had to be about 40D, “What an Amazon”, I whispered to myself.
“Mr. Collins” she said shaking my hand. So strong a grip, it hurt a little.
“Yes, please call me Tom.”
“Well lets get started. I think you’ll find my tour a little different than most agents. Also I think you’ll be an easy sell once I get you inside.”
Up the side walk we went, she fumbled around in her coat pocket and got the keys and opened the door. It turned out to be no different a tour than any other, [ ...continue reading "The Realtor "Fantasy #25"" ]
I have come to your office looking for a job. Your secretary has shown me to your private office and closed the door behind her. You rise to shake my hand, and I try to be subtle as my eyes move over you. You offer me a seat in a large chair opposite your desk, and I sit, crossing my legs.
“So what are your qualifications?” you ask, and I notice that you are staring at where my skirt has ridden up, revealing a glimpse of creamy white thigh above my dark stockings. I begin to tell you of my job experience, but you are not listening. Your green eyes are roaming over my body.
“Are you wearing anything under that skirt?” you ask. I blush, and murmur “No,sir.” “Uncross your legs and spread your legs apart,” you order me. The authority in your rough voice starts my juices flowing. As [ ...continue reading "Office Girl" ]
It was a typical boring Monday morning. The weekend had come and gone and here I was back at the “old grind”. My in-basket was piled high with memos and junk mail to sort through. I went down to the lounge to get my morning coffee and on my way back I thought I would stop off at the men’s room to milk my python.
I had always dreamed of the things that could happen in the company men’s room but today the dreams were going to be more real than I could ever imagine.
As I walked through the door I could hear a slight moaning sound coming from the oversized handi-capped stall at the end. At first I thought it must have been someone who had a worse weekend than I had. I walked over to use the urinal and after unzipping my fly and grasping hold of my [ ...continue reading "Men's Room" ]
Is this what my life has become? Am I going to be a security guard for the rest of my life? I’m 35 years old and all I’ve accomplished in life is this? Why? I’m good looking, five feet ten, 180 pounds, I’m smart and good looking. I deserve more than this. Of all the places I get posted at, a freakin High School for crying out loud. I remember when I was in High School, I had the biggest cock on the baseball team, those were crazy times. Steve could never figure out what Deborah Moscowitz saw in me.
Little did he know it was my 8 inches that entertained her the most. She use to say that it wasn’t so much the length that was the big deal, but how thick it was. Even when she was sopping wet, it would take her a good ten or fifteen minutes [ ...continue reading "Security Guard's Dream" ]
“Damn, it’s cold in here!” I muttered to myself as I seated myself at the lab bench. Cold indeed, at only four degrees Celsius, barely a frosty breath away from freezing temperature. Cold enough to keep proteins and nucleic acids from denaturing, cold enough to keep antibodies in their active form.
And cold enough to make me fervently wish for something to keep me warm.
It was a Saturday, and almost midnight at that, and it was just as much my stagnating social life which brought me here as it was the necessity of processing my latest experiment. Ever since my breakup with Brian, home had seemed a lonely place, and I had taken to anesthetizing myself in the routine of research. Appropriate then, I thought, that I should find myself sequestered in the tiny cold room…cold, alone, and lonely. And so I sighed a cloud of resignation and began to arrange [ ...continue reading "Hot Time in a Cold Room" ]
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