I arrived at his office dressed in a nice dress and blazer.. the Secretary asked " do you have an appointment" and of course I said "yes, Mr. Smith is expecting me". She called to tell Mr. Smith I was waiting. He opened his office door in a few minutes and said " Miss Brown please come in". He watched me walk towards him admiring the outfit I picked out just for him. My black high heels, the slim fitting dress and my jacket open and inviting him to explore.

I sat in the chair across from him, legs crossed and slowly rubbing them together. My stockings were sheer and the guarder-belt he requested now was showing with just a little bit of thigh. With a hungry look he moved to the foot of the chair and slid his hands up my dress taking great pleasure at the feel of my stockinged legs. Fingers touched my lips and he spread my panties lips to lips both of us started enjoying our playtime. we made out  in every part of his office and slipped on the desk for him to take  my panties off..He's very hungry at this point

When duty calls and the phone rings I went to my hands and knees and slowly unzipped his pants under the desk..As his conversation gets deeper into business his cock goes deeper in my mouth. I'm sure he is getting a lot accomplished because his cock is getting so much harder and pulsating in my mouth.

As the phone conversation ended I put a condom on his hard cock and sat on it backwards and moved up and down while his hands are all over my breasts..

With his cock still in my pussy we changed positions and I bent over the desk, his one hand holding my ass and the other pulling my long blonde hair very taut.

Next he moved me around on the desk to kiss and fondle while his cock was moving wild and frisky
in my pussy..Just as I  feel he's ready to explode it's time for my dictation and I whipped that condom off, got on my knees and let the cum fly in my mouth on my lips..

Some how I forgot to fill out the application...Do you think it matters?

Dressed quickly and put together He walks me to the door, slowly pushes close to my back and say that was perfect and says "don't forget to take the company bio" and hands me the envelope I forgot on his desk. I exit his door while the secretary looks on and I say "have a good day".

Kisses Haley

Well it was a fantasy that was fullfilled

Do you know the difference between a fairy tale and a war story???? One starts out 'Once upon a time'  the other starts out 'This aint no shit'.  But this really happened and a fantasy fullfilled.

My IT office got a new office assistant.  Nice looking lady in her mid 40’s and she was married but separated.  We had chatted several times over a period of a few months.  One day she asked me if I knew anything about creating web sites.  Sure I told her and she explained that she had a side job as a masseur.  No, no happy endings.  I asked if she saw any current websites that she would like to emulate, and she wasn’t sure. So, she is sitting at her desk in a cubicle and we Google the websites.  I kneel down to her left and reached up to take control of the mouse at one point.  I suddenly felt a breast brushing my elbow area.  I moved my arm to avoid the accidental contact and it came right back.  I did my best to ignore it and wrapped things up quickly.  I felt this to be a bit dangerous if you know what I mean.

Later after work I was alone in my office working on a software glitch and was thinking everyone was gone and suddenly she popped her head in.  She came in and started chatting about the website idea and she sat down on the chair I have for visitors.  I told her I knew little about massages and she said it was easy and asked if I would give her a little neck massage.  It was very informative as she described the muscles and how to use pressure and my thumbs to relax them.  She was really enjoying it and I leaned forward and whispered in her ear ‘This is fun”.  She turned and kissed me!  WOW. She was up out of that chair in a skinny minute and we were locked in one hot embrace.  

She was ready and rocking on go because before I knew it she dropped to the floor and basically ripped my jeans off and started just devouring me like the world was ending.  After a bit of this she jumped up and dropping her pants knelt on the chair she had been sitting in.  I didn’t need instructions and with a little aim plunged forward.  She was definitely ready.  In a short time she left out a load moan and I lost it.  

This went on for quite a while, in and out of the office, whenever opportunity struck.   It started as NSA but after awhile like all things it got a little more complicated. Finally getting to the point that we decided to put the brakes to it, cause neither really wanted to take the next step.  She did end up leaving to pursue her massage biz and we still keep in touch lightly.  She and her husband seem to be on and off still but I will always remember her as one in a lifetime.

This is not my fantasy, but one I was called upon to play by a SO.

I was to play an officer in one of the invading Axis power hordes and she was to play a spy / saboteur / resistance fighter that had fallen into my evil clutches. She was to use her considerable wiles to seduce and persuade me to switch sides and covertly play for the Allies.

I told a provider that I'm a school crossing guard, she asked me the name of the hottest MILF I see every day ( I deal with about 200-250 moms each day) . Said "thats easy, her name is Dawn"  for the rest of the session she pretended that I was having sex with " Dawn" VERY erotic. Thing is Dawn is a georgous blonde and the provider is Asian, didnt matter, an experience of a lifetime

date with a Dallas Cowboys cheerleader; thank you MariaMystique.

Still to be fullfilled include:
(1)  Hooters girl
(2)  student wanting extra credit from me (the teacher)
(3)  secretary wanting to improve her performance review

Looking for providers who are interested in any of the above.

Confessions from the Campaign Trail, Part 1: Detroit

The day of his interview, the senatorial candidate from Michigan seemed nervous as he entered my room.

“I’ve, I’ve never been interviewed by the New York Times before,” he stuttered, as I invited him to sit. He glanced at me furtively before dropping stiffly into the chair.

My dress’s low neckline had slipped open just enough to reveal an edge of red lace. I took my time correcting it.

“So, Candidate Moreman,” I began. “While you’ve been very successful in business, this is your first foray into the political arena. I wonder if you’re prepared for the media scrutiny you’ll be undergoing? I notice you didn’t bring your press secretary with you today.”

“No, I didn’t feel I needed to put any ‘spin’ on my positions.... the thrust of my platform is very straightforward. Why– do you intend to trip me up with trick questions?” he asked, a little spirit surfacing in spite of himself.

“Hmmm. Trick questions? No.... I’m just looking to uncover the man beneath the positions, if you know what I mean. After all, your press machine has worked up enough interest that the Times sent their best political reporter here to speak with you. I’d consider that quite a coup, wouldn’t you?”

Before he could speak I leaned over and adjusted the hem of my skirt, which had crept up on my thigh. I glanced up at the would-be Senator and caught his eyes darting away from the line of my calf and the high-heeled pump dangling from one foot.

He cleared his throat before replying. “A coup? No, just a welcome opportunity to spread the word about my ideas for the people of Michigan.”

“Speaking of spreading the word, candidate,” I spoke in a lower tone,”There have been several very interesting rumors spread about you. For example, several sources have revealed to me that your personal relationships have taken– well, let’s say unusual turns."

“In fact,” I continued, “my research indicates that your carefully-honed image as a traditional, heterosexual family man may be one of the best shams in recent campaign history.”

Moreman gasped as he straightened up in his chair. “I beg your pardon, young lady! I’m the proud father of two beautiful daughters! ”

I paused a long moment. “That doesn’t mean you don’t like sucking dick, though, does it?"

Before I knew it, the enraged businessman had leapt to his feet and grasped me by the shoulders. He pulled me close in a tight grip and whispered fiercely. “You print that and you could ruin my career– and the lives of my family.”

“Well,” I gasped, breathless from his strong arms encircling me, “I don’t see how I can avoid it. Unless, of course....”

“Unless what?” he demanded.

“Unless you prove to me otherwise.”

His eyes glittered with determination. "Prove to you that I'm man enough to get excited by a beautiful woman? Is that what you're looking for, Miss New York Times? Because I think I can show you exactly what kind of man you're tangling with... unless you don't know what this means." He slipped his hands to my hips and pulled me into even closer contact with his strong torso... and a surprisingly large bulge that ground against my tight skirt.

My resolution wavered. Should I expose him... or let him expose me? When a jolt of pleasure shot up from between my legs, the answer seemed inevitable... but so very, very wrong.

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Give you any ideas?

naughtiness embodied,

Tabu of South Florida

First date with lady (I actually described this in my review...altho not to this length). Prior to our meeting, she'd asked me about how I'd like our evening to go. Well, I shared, I wouldn't mind if she attacked me once we entered the elevator.

After a wonderful dinner, there we were...standing in front of the elevator. I couldn't wait for her to attack me!!  But just as the elevator door opened, two (how do I say) Gangsta Dressed Guys walked thru the lobby and joined us in the elevator. Now, here I am, a mid-50's white guy going up an elevator with a 25 y/o chocolate lady....suddenly all kinds of scenarios started going thru my mind. Would they be jealous. Would they cause trouble. The heck with the role play in the elevator.....I kept my eyes on her and waited for our floor.

Except...they followed us out the door...down the hall.....but finally they left and entered another suite. Whew!!

We entered our room. I was both grateful to be alone with her...but happy to have survived this potential gang attack.  Then she asked me, "Did you know who that was?"   "Who"  "It was Nick Cannon,  of America's Got Talent. Mariah Carey's husband."    Uh....yeah. I knew that the whole time......

I had an hour to kill before a business dinner, so I stopped by an AMP.  The greeter told me I looked great and would have a special girl for me.  I disrobed and laid face down.  A beautiful Japanese girl came in and started kissing my lower back and ass.  She didn't speak much English, but was interested in what I wanted.  I didn't have much to say, so she pleasures me.   I still had plenty of time, so I asked for a massage.  She was excellent.  When I thought my time was up, I said thank you, tipped her, and got up to leave. She wouldn't let me go.  I turned to kiss her, and she moved my hand down to her crotch.  I did what I could, and undid her bra and started gently kissing her nipples. She was loving it and told me so.  Eventually we had to stop, but she wanted to stay in touch by text.  Shortly afterward  got a text from her saying how much she enjoyed meeting me.  I asked her to come over for dinner tomorrow night.

To be continued......

Do you think so?

I was in Orlando for a meeting and happened to have the honor of spending the night with one of America's best courtesans.  We had seen each other before and talked about a fantasy of mine called Sleeping Beauty, and brother, she was in the mood.  The gist if the role-play is really forced orgasm.  Her role is to remain unresponsive, asleep, and wax-like.  My role is to sensually stimulate her until she is ready to cum.  The play ends when she cannot contain the sexual tension and we explode into a frenzy of mutual orgasm.  On this occasion we got dressed up, had a wonderful dinner at Emeril's, and when we got back to the hotel, she went upstairs to freshen up and I stopped at the bar for a quick shot.  A few minutes later she texted she was ready.  I walked in the room and she was lying on her side, cross-ways on the bed, still in her dress, hose and shoes.  Unresponsive, asleep, in a coma, and a real sleeping beauty.  She played the game so well, at first I didn't know if she was role playing or really in a coma.  I turned her over, straightened her in bed, and slowly undressed her from toe to head.  She was perfectly limp and unresponsive as I turned her over to get her dress off over her head.  Finally, I slipped off her bra and panties.  I started with just a light touch all over her body, saving the erogenous zones for the last.  I could see goose-flesh from time to time as I touched her in the right way.  I slowly began to lick her nipples which quickly became rock-hard.  I worked my way down to the Y and began a slow gentle action. As she became wet, I started to rub my nose and tongue up and down her slit with increasing engorgement of her labia.  I could see her breathing change as I slipped in a finger and began to massage her G-spot.  It was all she could do to keep from writhing, but somehow she kept a straight face.  Finally, I slipped on a cover and mounted her spread.  She was slippery wet and I could tell she was having trouble holding out, especially when she began to have vaginal contractions between my bursts of intensity and deep thrusts.  I began to pick up the pace and then gently bent down and began to kiss her lips as I was still sliding in and out.  She suddenly came un-glued.  I don't remember exactly what happened after that, but she wound up on top grinding away and having her way with me.  We finally both came simultaneously, she fell over on the bed as we began to laugh so hard our sides almost split.  Now whenever I see or hear something about Sleeping Beauty, I can't help but feel warm all over.