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 boss's son is fucking the daylights out of me and no one has a clue. Let's hope it lasts, he's well
equipped for the job. I love it but I make believe he's taking advantage of me since I know that sharpens his interest in me. I keep him down to one session daily. That way, he'll be fucking me for a time.

  • So I've been working at this same place for almost 6 years. I like it here, I make plenty and the company insurance is pretty great. The only downside so far has been that the office environment is kinda sexist, a lot of the guys that work here are creeps and the dress code for female employees is... oddly specific especially when it comes to things like skirt length, and they made sure to specify that female employees should be wearing skirts, no pantsuits.

    But I was, and still am, willing to put up with all that considering how comfortable this place is for me in every other aspect.

    What I'm making this confession about though isn't specifically like workplace sexual harassment or anything like that per se.

    In the 5 and change years that I've been here, I've worked on the next floor up from the lobby which you get to by going up this set of stairs and walking along a sort of overhang area with the entrances to the bathrooms and some vending machines and back to an area with some short cubicles. And that overhang is a great little area, it's been my favorite spot in the building as long as I've been here, because the floors are this clear glass, like tempered glass or bulletproof glass or whatever, so it's strong but you get this great view of the lobby and the entrance, and I like to hang out up there when I'm on break.

    What didn't click for me until just this past week was that... it's glass. You can see through it both ways. That overhang area is directly above the waiting area in the lobby, and most of the men who work here go and sit in the lobby when they take their breaks. I didn't notice until I went out for starbucks on Thursday and when I got back I noticed that all of them were looking up at the ceiling. I thought that was a little odd, I looked up, and one of my coworkers was having her lunch leaning up against the wall next to the vending machine, they all had a pretty clear view straight up her skirt and she was oblivious.

    Now, I don't think I'm going to tell anybody. If anyone else figures out this is going on then they can say something, but I have a pretty good feeling that if I spoke up about it I'd be out of a job pretty soon, and to be honest? After I got over the initial shock that that was going on, I kinda think it's hot.

    The next day when I had my lunch break I stood up there as usual and I started getting excited, I ended up needing to go into the bathroom and take care of it before I could go back to work. Then I was thinking about it all weekend, I picked out a thong I haven't worn in a few years and wore it today, and when I was eating my lunch an idea hit me. Spur of the moment, I pretended my feet were hurting (which is believable, my shoes are pretty comfortable but they're still heels, and these ones are fairly new as well,) slipped them off and sat down on the glass, making sure that my skirt was pulled back so my skin was directly on the glass.

    I sat and ate my whole lunch like that. Some of the guys came back up from their lunch and kept smiling at me, and these were guys that pretty much ignored me most of the time, one guy made small talk and asked me about my shoes and I just told him I was still breaking them in so my feet hurt, I don't think he caught on that I knew, then he made for the bathroom.

    I don't know what I'm going to do, I mean I obviously don't intend to tell anyone about it. I am thinking one of these times of wearing like hose but no underwear, or just going without underwear entirely. I might do the latter a few times next summer, so I have an excuse.

    I work in a factory and have for a few years. The pay is O.K. but not spectacular though it has recently gotten better, for me at least. I seems that years of kissing up to the boss has finally paid off with a promotion. Now over the years I have had trouble with many of my co-workers. I won't go into details but I think everyone reading this has at least one and perhaps more than one co-worker who is an asshole and needs to be fired but for some reason the boss won't fire them.

    So I found out that with my new position comes a little bit of power. While technically I can't fire anyone, I can document what they do and don't do and if I do that just right I can clean house and get rid of anyone I don't like. I found it works very well. I also took a page from Trump's play book and so I just make stuff up and combine it with just enough truth that the boss swallows it hook line and sinker. I have gotten the boss to fire 13 people in the last two months. I only have one more to go, my boss. OK he's not really that bad, after all he did promote me. But I want his job and I now I can do it better than he does.

  • Three weekends ago 2 male friends, 2 female friends, a female co-worker and I went to the Jersey shore which had been planned a month earlier. My boss knew about it and asked me if I would be kind enough to invite his son David, who is 21, to go with us. His son evidently has few friends and has always seemed to be an introvert and not a very friendly guy. He is short, I guess about 5'5" and think it bothers him even though he is built well and is cute. I talked it over with the group and everybody was OK with it. The motel we booked only had rooms for two so David had to get his own room. He was kind of quiet Friday evening when we got there but once he started drinking he became more sociable. Saturday we went to the beach early and stayed for hours and David was pretty buzzed when we got back to the motel. On the side of the motel were 3 outside showers and my friend Heather caught David peeking in at her and saw her naked. Heather wanted to beat the hell out of him but my co-worker Marissa had a better idea. David did apologize but gave her some lame excuse that he dropped a 20 dollar bill and got down to pick it up not knowing she was in the shower. We got a few pizzas and partied in Matt and Jonathan,s room and that's when Marissa started getting David to drink vodka shots. Around 9 o'clock Matt, Jonathan and Mary Ellen decided to go up to a casino in Atlantic City. That left me, Heather and Marissa alone with David who was pretty drunk when they left. Aside from the booze, Marissa got David to smoke some weed which I'm not sure he has ever done much if any before. He was on the verge of passing out when Marissa suggested we take him back to his room. Heather and Marissa had to almost carry him he was so incoherent. We laid him in his bed and just stood there for a few minutes and David passed out. I remember looking at the clock and it was a little past 10:30.

    For the next hour or more I still don't believe the things we did to this guy. Marissa was the mastermind but Heather was only out for revenge. I helped a little but Heather and Marissa had him undressed in a no time. We all were laughing and David just laid there unaware he was naked. His penis is about 3'' soft and we mostly just looked at him at first. Then Marissa took a ballpoint pen off the table and began lifting his penis up with it then Heather took over doing it. We all took pictures of him with our phones even turning him over for awhile. Heather is the one who David saw naked but Marissa seemed to be more offended. She began posing him by opening his legs up wide taking close-ups of his genitals to the point where his rear and anus was visible. Then she decided to try to have him get an erection without touching his penis which none of us wanted to do. She got a wash cloth out of the bathroom and rolled it up then began playing with his penis with the tip of it. It took a few minutes but all the sudden he got hard and we all took turns tickling his penis and balls with it and naturally taking pictures. Marissa who I never realized was so devious then took pictures of him with his phone. We finally decided to leave him alone but Marissa said we should leave a message. She went back to her room and brought her make up bag. And used lipstick on both side of the crack of his ass and then put lipstick all over his penis and balls. Heather took part doing it and drew circles around his nipples. Of course the lipstick, or what was left of it, went into the rash can. David had a red shirt on his dresser and Marissa cut a strip of material off of it and tied a bow around his penis.

    When the others got back from Atlantic city we showed them most of the pictures and the guys couldn't stop laughing. Mary Ellen laughed but was disappointed she wasn't there with us as it went on. Sunday morning check out time was 11 am and when I went out to load the car I noticed David's car was gone. When I went to work on Monday I was a little worried about what David would tell his father. While talkin with Mary Ellen she said its doubtful he would tell his father about it which he evidently didn't. My boss thanked me and Mary Ellen for letting him go with us. Thank heaven David doesn't work in our building and it was last week before I saw him again. I cheerfully said "hi David" and he said hi back but just kept walking. Mary Ellen and I saw him again this past Wednesday and the same thing happened and although he said hi he never looked at us. I know I shouldn't do this but I have shown the pictures to a few friend and my sister. I'm afraid to show them any of the other girls I work with and seriously don't want my boss to find out about it. Matt has told me a few times that if girls did that to him he'd never tell anybody about it especially his parents. As much as it must have embarrassed David when he got up that Sunday I'm sure he would be devastated if he knew we took all those pictures. He must know by now that the pictures on his phone were taken by one of us and there is no way he knows who was in his room. I have about 30 pictures of him but I know Heather and Marissa have many more than I do. He saw Heather naked but we saw him in ways that is more than just naked. I think he is more of an introvert now because it seems like he don't talk to any of the girls anymore.

    My experience is that being out of town, having a few drinks, late at night people do things that they would not normally do. I have travelled all my career and I am in my mid fifties. A long time ago in Guayaquil Ecuador I sucked my first dick. I was in my early thirties and I was stuck there for a few days and I got friendly with the bartender at the hotel and one night he knocked on the door after he had closed down the bar and asked me if I wanted to go out. We went to several bars he knew and we ended up at this one bar that had a lot of young men drinking and dancing. A young guy came over to serve the table, he was pretty, still no apparent beard, he had on a pair of tight pants, flip flops and a very tight shirt. He spoke in a girly voice and my friend the bartender asked me if I liked him. In any event the bartender paid for him and we took him with us to the bartender's apartment that he shared with two other guys. The alcohol was flowing and the server danced naked on the coffee table and the bartender and his roommates enthused me to suck his dick. I sucked his dick. I found that I liked sucking his dick and the boy got hard and the guys got all worked up and the bartender offered me a bed and I fucked my first queer.

    Of course, today everyone is all about HIV and STDs and everything, but that night getting my dick up his tight little ass was all that mattered. It felt great, it felt great having him naked against me and jerking him and sucking his dick. He was full and he came all over the place.

    Back at my hotel when I was alone I did get to thinking about what I had done, but I was also pretty hung over and fell asleep. I was there only two more nights and both nights we went out, straight to the gay bar and enjoyed having the dancers dance and waive their dick around. There was no rule against touching and for a few bucks you could suck any of the dancers. On my last night my friend the bartender arranged for a line of naked guys to come by, step up have their dick sucked, drink a shot of firewater, suck a dick, drink again until I was pretty much passed out. The last night the bartender spent the night with me and we slept together and woke up with a splitting hangover headache. I disappointed him because I just could not get it going so all we managed to do was suck each other a little. We said goodbye and all, but I never had a reason to go back to Guayaquil.

    On the road I have met many lonely guys, sitting at bars, on trains, on planes. I have been to a whole lot of places and have a good number of good bars to go to and many more times than you would think I get a guy I met on the plane to go out to dinner and then take him to gay bar. There is something about being in a bar surrounded by all that energy that gets a guy to lower his barriers and get his dick sucked. I usually look for a booth where we can sit close together and order up drinks and have our knees and thighs touch. Usually there are lots of other guys kissing and if I can get his dick out of his pants I give him a suck in the booth and he is usually good to go to come up to my room.

    If I am alone I look for young guys who need some money. They get hard and a lot of them are sissy queers that love to get fucked. If I find a man who is traveling I go for the older guy who is alone, if he goes out to dinner he is well on the way to have his first queer experience. So many guys really like to just get naked and share hand jobs and suck each other, others like to kiss and caress or have their buttocks massaged. If they let themselves get fingered then they are receptive to getting fucked. I always have a set of condoms to fuck and carry around a bit of lube to make things easier.

    I am rarely disappointed, I do have my kink and I go to Amsterdam for that.

  • She's fat and ugly, but my god I can't resist when she tells me that she wants to swallow my spunk.

    I'm a happily married man who works as a teacher and she's a 'lesbian' teaching assistant, which works brilliantly for cover as nobody expects that she's sucking my cock and balls when we work late into the evening.

    Her blow job technique is exceptional and she swallows every drop which just turns me on no-end.

    She often whispers how much she wants my thick cock in her mouth when she brushes past me in class or the corridor, and she will take any opportunity she can to stroke my bulge under a table or in the store cupboard.

    She's a pure nymphomaniac, and she often tells me how she wants to be used: she wants to be gang-banged until every orifice is sore and her body is coated in cum.

    I know I shouldn't be engaging in activity with her, but, my god, the thought of her thick lips enveloping my cock is just too much to bear!