Ah, the office is a playground for the wicked! Have you ever seized an opportunity to backstab a co-worker or even your boss while they were away? Do you engage in cut-throat office politics, always scheming to one-up your colleagues to advance your position? Are you secretly eyeing your boss’s job? Have you ever set up a fellow co-worker to take the fall for your mistakes or to secure a promotion? Have you claimed expertise in a subject you know nothing about just to impress your boss? Have you thrown a colleague under the bus to get ahead? Or maybe you’ve been the one thrown under the bus? And let’s not forget the juicy details of your office flings! Have you ever had a steamy affair with a co-worker behind your boss’s back? Did your workplace romps lead to a promotion or get you fired? Share all the sordid details and let the fun begin. Who cares about morals and ethics when you can climb the corporate ladder and satisfy your lustful desires? Your boss will never suspect a thing!

My All My Life Friend Is Leaving Me Slowly, And I Can't Help Him

I am speaking about a long time ago now. I have a friend, he was in the military intelligence business and he was captured inside China and sent to an out of the way prison. When Mao died, things were a mess, and our side managed to buy him. He was let go on a street in Hong Kong where he was picked up and brought back home.

When he arrived he went through months of clearing, making sure he wasn't now one of the enemy. When he was finally left alone I saw him. We talked and he came right out and said it, while he was in there he found out he liked guys. If I had a problem with that, well I could walk away. I stayed.

My friend is now very ill and dying. The doctors always speak about survival, five months more, but he is dying and he knows it. He lived his long life as a queer. That's one of the things that came out during those long months of interrogation. He is a queer. He sucked dick and he didn't hold back when he found a man on his back. Now he is dying and he is telling me all about this man and this man and this man. He played around, always the same type of man. It was sex, his devotion was to me, all his life. But I'm not queer or gay or homosexual. Now he is dying.

I wish now that I had been a queer but I wasn't. It just never was in me. All I could do was be his friend, always his friend. I have agreed to take his ashes up into the mountains where no one goes and let the wind take them.

  • Eating At The Y

    In the 70's I was 19 at the time...I took a job at a concrete bridge beam company. I think it was called Southern Pre-stressed Concrete or similar. It was a sweaty hot grueling entry level labor intensive job out in the sun...

    There was an opening in the quality control dept that had its own office downstairs air conditioned and many privileges...I showed interest in the job but was laughed at because of my lack of education...I'd helped the guy that was doing the job a couple times before he quit UN-expected with no notice..

    So one morning I was called to the office upstairs.All my fellow workers we teasing me saying your in trouble now, the Cunt wants you, it can't be good, it was nice working with you,that kind of thing...The person running our branch of the company was an older female. Quite the tyrant everyone was afraid of. She late 40's maybe 50...

    I knocked she said come in lock the door behind you...I understand you'd like to have the Q uality Controls job....You'll have to travel to varies jobs as part of your duties, you'll be at my personal assistant at times...I can arrange for you to be properly trained.
    With that she said you can start right now,stood up,pulled up her skirt,pulled down her panties,sat in her chair legs spread wide one leg on the desk the other on the filing cabinet, telling me to eat her pussy...Of course I wanted it and the 2 bucks an hour more money. So I ate her old lady pussy..What more could a guy want in life.A good paying job and all the sex you can stand at work.I was the QC guy two years before I got fired. I actually had some pretty kinky sex with her..After awhile a guy gets tired of being degraded,treated like a piece of meat,it was her way or the highway.

    Turns out the guy who had quit before me was because of sexual harassment...Back then it was an unheard of thing..

    I was to find out personal assistant meant her personal sex slave to do as told.I was to learn she had quite the sexual appetite...And was very kinky...She loved stuffing vibrators and various toys up my butt while milking my cock.....All this sex got old..

    She'd have me paged to her office on the yard loud speaker.All the guys would say teasingly to me ,you'd better run,your mamma wants you......It was one such day I drew the line at her fucking my ass with a strap-on...She fired me on the spot.picked up the phone and had me escorted from the yard by security. I did get two weeks severance pay.
    I've often wondered who her next sex toy was...

    This really happened....It .actually wasn't the last job I would fuck on,but was the last with a man hating kinky c**t....

    The Pass Around Gal

    Not going into too much detail.

    A young office girl (consenting but still young). Was hired while in Hs. Would do very little work but oddly never got reprimanded. Would hear rumors she was sleeping around the office (male and female). Thought it was all rumors till i went to a small little cookout with others. She was there but would disappear for 40 min at a time with different guys. Later would see a video from friend of her eating the HR rep out during that party while i could hear the voice of my cubical neighbor recording it.

    She applied for maternity leave 3 days ago. Im appalled yet a little jealous. (Would like to reiterate, she is consenting and legal)

  • I am going to call this RICH SHAMING

    First, right out if the box, rich girls like to fuck. What we don't like is a filthy bathroom, greasy hair, dirty fingernails. Filthy stinky dick.

    Rich girls are very aware, sympathetic. We are not stupid. Being poor is no excuse for being a dick, for treating women like trash.

    Third, rich girls know you are not rich. Believe me, you don't need to tell me. Your language, table manners, attitude, and your inferiority complex give you away long before you confess you are poor.

    We fuck you because you're fun to fuck, we aren't going to marry you.

    I know a cop who works in a small college town with a major party school. As his side hustle, he works as a bouncer at the biggest club downtown. His favorite thing is when he gets to arrest freshman girls with fake id. Penalty ranges from a minimum of a bj to a full cavity search.

  • 26 and with the world out there to conquer I took a job in advertising at a midsize Manhattan firm. Yes, I was an intern, low pay, assigned to Miss know it all with all the connections, to watch and not comment, dress nice, you are purely window dressing right now. But I was in, I had the internship and I was in Manhattan.

    We went to see an established client, my boss made the presentation, I carried her bags and kept my mouth shut. At the end of the meeting the client asked me what my name was, school credentials, and he asked for my views and opinion. My boss said we had to leave, he said he wanted my opinion. Worst moment of my life. I tried to repeat what my boss had said, he said he wasn't impressed and he wanted me to give him the proposal. He dismissed my boss, and said he had a call and to come up to his office with him. Past secretaries, offices, into a corner suit, a reception room, into his office. Huge, living room, conference room, office all in one. He offered me the bathroom, in his office, shower and all.

    He took his call, talked in front of me, when he was done he took me to the massive windows and asked if I liked the view, his windows darkened in the sun so he didn't need window treatments, then his finger goes from my neck to my tail bone and he says I really looked pretty. We go to the living room section, I get the background of the paintings and sculptures and how about sitting beside him, just give him a kiss, what a nice derriere, we need to get to know each other. Hands, fingers, hugs and kisses on the cheeks, forehead until he lands kiss on my mouth, hands everywhere and then hands grabbing my boobs, by then I am on my back on the couch. Intercourse was uncomfortable, clothes in the way, but bottom line he gets what he wanted.

    I replacing my boss, he is sure she is owing to take it very hard. One day I was am going to be out, replaced. But how much money she has because she drives the account, a couple of million at least, not to mention the other accounts. Every one has their shot, now it's my turn.