Getting a Raise – Lolita Minx

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I’d never been very career oriented. Never aspired to be anything other than the receptionist who greeted visitors and answered the phone. But when my man, Gary, and I had decided to buy a house and needed to increase our income, I came up with the ultimate plan to earn a raise at the office.

The three partners of the company where I worked were loaded, and obviously frustrated at home. I decided to try my luck at the month-end meeting, to see if I couldn’t do them a few favours, to earn a little raise.

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Keywords: group sex, mfmm, double penetration, office erotica

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I’ve never been a career oriented person. It had been three years since I’d been working as a receptionist at the corporate HQ of a large car parts manufacturer. Putting through phone calls, receiving visitors, that kind of thing.

It was easy work, and I enjoyed it. I especially enjoyed getting dressed up before a big meeting, when I knew a lot of visitors would come in. Frazzled looking businessmen, in town just for a day or so, their jetlagged eyes would almost light up when they saw me sitting at the reception desk.

The attention made the job rewarding for me. They enjoyed the eye candy, I enjoyed seeing their reactions.

Things were chugging along just fine at this pace until Gary and I started to make big future plans. We were going to buy a house together. We’d even already found one we had our eyes on, but there was an obstacle in our way. There was no way the bank would lend us enough money, unless we could increase our combined monthly income somehow. Gary’s job had no scope for a raise, so any extra money would have to come in from me.

So we hatched a plan…

It was the last Friday of the month, and I’d dressed myself with even more care than usually that day. A very well fitted black suit, with a pencil skirt so tight you could actually see the outline of my stocking tops through the soft fabric if you paid attention.

In all our adventures, Gary and I had one rule that was never to be broken: any time I’m getting involved with other people, he has to know about it and be there, even if he’s not participating. So he’d taken a half day off, arriving at the back entrance of the office just towards the end of lunch time. I snuck him inside, into the attached closet of the boardroom, ready for whatever was going to go down later.

Like at every month end, the three partners, Mr. Black, Mr. Murdoch and Mr. Lewis had planned a meeting that was to last all afternoon. They’d go through the figures, analysing what had worked and what needed improving in the business.

The three of them were very hands-on in their business, as most self-made men tend to be. Although the company was successful enough, and had turned the three of them into billionaires, still they worked as hard, if not harder than anyone else at the office.

They also had a weak spot for me, the pretty receptionist twenty years their junior. The not-quite-covert looks in my direction on various occasions had made that very clear, though they’d never acted forward with me, hanging on to the illusion of their broken marriages, possibly out of habit.

So we were all set. Three sexually frustrated middle aged rich guys, one receptionist with great ambition, and a husband in the closet, keeping a video camera at the ready.

“Lolita,” Mr. Black’s voice came through the intercom.

“Yes, Mr. Black?” I answered.

“We are ready for our monthly meeting. Would you be so kind and hold our phone calls until we’re done.”

“Sure thing, Mr. Black.” I smiled to myself, enjoying the sudden surge of excitement that coursed through my whole body. It was time.

First Dance – Lolita Minx

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Long ago, way before I even met my man, Gary, I was only just developing into the open-minded, free-spirited woman I am today. Back then, at the tender age of eighteen, I had saved my body for the right guy. I didn’t want a boy, like those in my class, I craved to be taken by a real man. The only hitch was my friend Mary had also kept herself pure, for the same guy.

At the graduation dance, we decided to compete for Mr. Blakely, the sexy twenty-something substitute teacher we’d set our sights on. Whoever he’d pick would get their prize: an amazing first time to remember for years to come. We never imagined that he would find himself unable to choose

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Keywords: first time, virgin, menage, ffm, barely legal

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This is a story from a long time ago, from a time when I was just starting to discover my sexuality. At eighteen years old, I was a little late to the party compared to others I hung out with. Of course you’d never know it if you looked at me, no, I developed quite early on and the boys had certainly noticed. But I’d never gotten close to any of them.

You see, I had specific ideas of who I wanted to give my virginity to. He should be handsome, sexy – all those are a given. But I had set my sights on a mature partner, one who would be experienced enough not to fumble in the dark and give me the pleasure I’d craved.

I’d set my sights on a man, rather than a boy.

His name was Mr. Blakely- we affectionately called him Blake.

Blake was a substitute teacher at my school. Although I’d only been in his class a couple of times when our English teacher, Mr. Argyle was off sick, I knew he was the one from the moment I laid eyes on him.

I wasn’t after romance, not at all, just an experience. A one time, very special experience that I would remember forever.

It all began at the graduation dance…

My friends and I of course had been drinking beforehand. After all, you don’t graduate every day, so the occasion was worthy of a grand celebration! None of them were virgins, except Mary, whose catholic upbringing had held her back so far.

On this very last night as High School students, even her patience had worn thin.

We made a pact. We would both try to seduce Blake, and his choice would be final. Our other friends even bet on who would win. As soon as the rules were established (no roofies), we were ready to make our respective moves on poor, unsuspecting Blake who had supervision duties at the dance.

“May the best girl win,” I whispered in Mary’s ear, without letting my mark out of my sight for more than a second.

She nodded at me with a naughty smile and cut through the dancing crowd towards my right, until she was a couple of steps ahead of me. I rushed into action, unwilling to be left behind, even if I felt confident that even if she got there first, Blake would pick me in a heartbeat. I wouldn’t give him any other choice.

“So…” Mary started, as soon as she came face-to-face with her victim.

“So…” he responded, eyeing her as she twirled a lock of hair around her index finger.

What a rookie move!

“Enjoying the dance?” she asked, and I felt like facepalming myself.

He was a teacher, not a student, why would he enjoy the dance when he wasn’t going to do any dancing?

“It’s all right.”

“Blake… “ I said, in my most sultry voice.

“Yes, Lolita?”

“I think what Mary is trying to say is that you could enjoy the dance much more than what you are now.”

Backdoor Beauty – Lolita Minx

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When Gary and I got together, I was far from a virgin, however there was one thing I’d never done before, one thing I had saved up for the right guy. Gary was that guy, keen and eager to go where no man had gone before… in from the back door, and in public, with strangers watching.

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Keywords: sex in public, first time anal, butt sex, hotwife

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Gary and I had been dating a few months, and things were going very well between us. When he got home from work, he would give me that look, and before I knew it, I was spread against a wall, or bent over a table, with Gary shooting a load in me. I loved the attention.

Sex had always been an important part of my life, ever since that first time when I was still in my teens, but that’s another story. This one deals with another first time. The one thing I could give Gary the pleasure of being the first to explore.

I’d done a lot before him, you see, I was insatiable, that’s why we got on so well from the start. But I’d always felt that when you’re really into someone, you ought to give them a gift of sorts. You have to give up something you’ve never given up before.

When I realised that Gary was the one, I knew, he’d be the first to fuck me in the ass. That was the one special thing I could offer him. Of course I knew he would gladly accept my gift.

When I first brought it up, I could tell from the look in his eye that he was interested. Not only that, he was chomping at the bit to get going. But he held back that night, he didn’t go all the way.

“If we’re going to do this, we’re going to do this right,” he said. “You’ll let me have your virgin ass, and I’ll ensure we do it in a way I’ve never done it before too.”

My eyes lit up with the possibilities of what he was suggesting.

“What haven’t you done before?” I asked.

“I’ve never taken a girl in public.”

A smile formed on my lips and I was even more certain that we were meant to be.

Seducing my Stepbrother – Candi Lace

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When I invited Holly to join me on a visit home from college, I should have expected her to take a liking to the boy I grew up with, Bradley. What I didn’t expect was that she guessed I liked him too. In fact he’s the first and only guy I ever liked. It was wrong, I knew that, but she encouraged me to at least find out if the feeling was mutual. She developed a cunning plan to find out, without risking embarrassment in case he wasn’t interested.

Turns out, I couldn’t have guessed just how interested he would be.

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“Whoa, Lucy. He’s hot,” Holly exclaims, moving the curtain back further to get a better look.

“What are you talking about?” I lazily stretch and get up from the bed to join her by the window.

“That guy who’s mowing the lawn across the street.” She points across towards where- oh shit, that’s Bradley.

“Dude! Don’t be disgusting, he’s my brother!” I feel my cheeks turning bright red while observing him. Bradley’s white t-shirt is sticking to his athletic frame as he wipes the sweat off his brow, before continuing to push the mower across Mrs. Dennison’s front lawn.

Holly turns to face me. “So? He’s still sex on legs. If you can’t see that, you’ve got your head stuck so far up your own ass it’s not even funny.”

I glare at her with my hands on my hips. “It’s just not done, you know. If you weren’t an only child, you’d understand.”

“Isn’t he just your stepbrother anyway? You’re not actually related.”

“Yeah, but… “ My heart is hammering away inside my chest. Holly is getting on my nerves, how she’s got that challenging look on her face, one eyebrow cocked, waiting for me to agree with her. I won’t. It’s too embarrassing. “We’ve practically grown up together. It’s icky.”

I steal another quick glance at Bradley, who now has his back turned towards us. Strong, muscular thighs flex with every step, the sight made all the more mesmerising because he’s wearing shorts today.

“Well then you won’t mind introducing us, right?” Holly shoots me a smile, showing off a row of perfectly aligned white teeth. With her cheerleader looks and outgoing personality, Holly is everything I am not.

She’s the perfect blonde, who could bat her eyelids a few times and get away with anything. I’m pretty sure the only reason she’s going to pass some of her subjects this year is because she’s been flirting with our professors. Perky boobs, tiny waist and round, tight ass complete the package.

Meanwhile, here I am with my stubborn red hair and a body that’s more out of shape football player than cheerleader. I’ve been battling a massive crush on Bradley for years. Even though I’ve now moved away to attend college, my attraction to him has grown rather than subsided, making the occasional visit home extremely awkward. He’s only my stepbrother, sure, but still it feels wrong to lust after him like I do.

And anyway, even if we weren’t step siblings, he wouldn’t like me like that. And now Holly has noticed him and it’s only a matter of time before she sinks her bright red, perfectly manicured claws into him. She’s used to getting what she wants, and it seems like what she wants right now is my Bradley.

Oh, I could hurt her for that. But telling her to back off will only draw suspicions my way. What do I do?

“Luce, hey, Lucy?” Holly’s voice drags me back to reality.

“What?”

“Were you even listening?”

I stare at her blankly and shrug.

“God, you’re impossible. I was saying why don’t we make some lemonade and bring it out to Bradley. He must be feeling hot, you know, working so hard out in the sun…” Holly’s voice trails off, as she continues to gaze out the window.

“If it’s not bad enough you have your pick of guys on campus, now you’ve got to come here and hatch a plan to get my brother into bed too? It’s not on,” I snap, immediately regretting my outburst when Holly turns on her heel and cocks her head to one side.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you sound jealous.”

“Fuck you. I’m not jealous, just…” It’s pointless, my face has turned a deep crimson, and sweat is starting to collect on my upper lip.

“Just?” Holly pushes.

“It’s going to make things awkward, you know… If you and Bradley… “

“He’s a grown man, he can make his own choices.”

“But he’s my brother!” I protest.

“You are jealous, aren’t you!”

“I hate you.”

Used at the Pub – Lolita Minx

Portrait of sexy female soccer playerOut Now!

The memories of the victory celebrations in the locker room after Gary’s team won were still fresh in my mind when he took me out for some drinks at our regular pub. I knew that our night out would end with a trip to the facilities for some drunken fun, but I hadn’t foreseen that some of Gary’s team mates would turn up, eager to join in again…

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It had barely been a week since the orgy in Gary’s team’s locker room and the memories of that afternoon were still extremely vivid in my mind. Every so often I would catch myself recalling glimpses of the debauchery I was subjected to at the hands – or cocks – of Gary’s mates and my heart would start hammering all over again. What was even better, Gary had been insatiable ever since, his usual passionate kiss to greet me when he got home from work had become more urgent, resulting in me being bent over the kitchen table more than once in the past week.

Tonight we were hellbent on celebrating again, nothing to do with sports, just a regular date night for the two of us. We were going to go for a quiet couple of drinks to our local pub, and then see where the night took us.

It turned out, we need not have looked further than the old pub for some good old fashioned fun. Neither did the other patrons.

Gary and I have always known how to have a good time and that night was no different. We had a few drinks, watched as some of the other regulars tried to settle an old score over the dartboard, and then he gave me that look. That look, which I knew so well…

“What do you say, love, we take things somewhere more private,” Gary whispered in my ear, after brushing a few locks out of my face.

I was glowing with anticipation – or the after effects of the Vodka-Redbull I’d been enjoying that evening. Either way, I was well up for it.

“Sure thing. So long as by more private, you mean not very private at all…” I winked at him and he broke his dark, brooding stare for only a moment, when a knowing grin appeared on his lips.

“You know me. That’s always what I mean.” Gary got up, and firmly took my hand, ready to lead me into the back of the pub. The bar was mostly quiet, with only a few people around who were engaged in deep conversation with one another. The ladies room would be free, I knew that already. The ladies room in this place was always free for us.

Gary fidgeted with his phone before putting it back in his pocket.
“What’s going on?” I asked, but he just shook his head instead of responding.

Work perhaps, I thought. I was wrong, but I didn’t’ know it yet.

As soon as he led me inside, and I heard the door shut behind it, his hands were on me. All over me. I closed my eyes as he started to suck on my neck, the delicious tickle was getting my juices running. Not that I’d been dry at all since the night at the football ground. No, my clit was a throbbing and constant reminder of all the pleasure I’d been subjected to. I couldn’t get the memories out of my mind for more than minutes at a time, before they’d be back, pushing me to do it all over again.

I slipped my hand into Gary’s trouser, pleased to find that he was equally ready. Of course Gary generally was. I don’t think I’ve ever found him limp. The man could jackhammer me against a wall even if he was running a fever or otherwise in less than perfect condition.

He groaned in to my ear when I closed my fingers tightly around his thick girth and began to stroke him. Then, the biting started. He threaded his fingers through my hair and tugged my head further to the side. I loved having my hair pulled and he knew it.

Taking the Team – Lolita Minx

Portrait of sexy female soccer playerOut Now!

I told my man, Gary, if his team won the match, there’d be a special reward. A reward for the all eleven making up the squad. When the final whistle blew and the game was over, the time came to make good on my promise. We would go into the locker room and the whole team would get a go. It won’t be long before I’ll be showered and filled from all sides.

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Throughout the game, I had kept cheering Gary and his team mates on, knowing that with every passing goal, I got one step closer to a very special, rashly made promise. I had to admit, the few beers I’d had last night definitely played a part, but at the same time I knew the offer to service the entire team was something that had been on my mind for a while now. It felt bad, filthy, unspeakably slutty, and yet…

As the countdown began, only a miracle could prevent them from winning the game, as well as an afternoon with me. When those eleven men ran back from the field, their sweat glistening in the bright sunlight, I felt a shiver travel down my spine. Was I ready for this? I had to be.

“Hello, Love,” Gary was slightly out of breath by the time he arrived at my seat, his ten mates in tow. “Ready?” He gave me a wink and again, I felt my stomach clench with nervous anticipation.

“I’ve never broken a promise yet.” I said, while eyeing the others; Tom, with the messy mop of dirty blonde hair that no comb could ever tame, Ian, whose broad, muscular shoulders clearly betrayed his day job as a builder, Lee, who was the tamest of them all, but I was certain his calm, brown eyes hid a certain passion that would soon be unleashed on me.

I got up and followed them into the locker rooms. The men took off their shirts soon after entering, wiped their faces with them, before discarding them on the wooden benches lining the changing room. And then, one by one, they turned to face me, eager for their reward to be presented to them.

Gary and I had always had an unconventional relationship. We’d go out to the local pub, and after just two rounds we’d be unable to keep our hands off each other. I lost count of the number of times I’d pleasured him with my mouth in the toilets. Neither of us cared whether we were alone in there, of it someone ended up watching.

This time, Gary’s team mates would do more than just watch. And rather than jealousy, I could see his lips curled up at the corners in pride. Everyone would get a taste of me – his woman – but I’d go home with him in the end. That was our arrangement.

I started unbuttoning my white shirt, revealing my ample cleavage which threatened to spill out of the bright red bra I’d worn for this occasion.

It didn’t take long for everyone’s eyes to be glued on me. Nobody dared to make the first move, until Gary stepped forward and tugged hard on my shirt, ripping it off me. I wrapped my arms around myself instinctively, but it was more to tease than to actually cover up.

Gary circled around me, gave me a tight swat on my leather-clad ass.

“Ow!” I squealed, turning to look him in the eye.

“Lolita, it’s time.”

That dark stare I knew so intimately burned into my soul, setting my insides alight and made me gush sweet nectar into my panties.

Stepbrother Surveillance – Candi Lace

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Liam, the boy I grew up with, is getting ready and I’m well prepared and in position with my iPhone outside the bathroom window. He is completely unaware, having a shave topless in front of the mirror, before taking all his clothes off his godlike body, ready for the shower, and I’m getting more and more excited. This will make a wonderful addition to my collection. And soon, in the privacy of my bedroom, I’ll let it fuel many a hard & unprotected fantasy…

I can only hope this arrangement keeps working out for me and I don’t get caught, after all, it’s the only thing close to a sex life I have…

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Keywords: First time, stepbrother/stepsister taboo erotica, bbw

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Oh my God, yes! Take it off! My heart is pounding in my throat as I hold up my iPhone through that awkward window above the bathroom door, hoping to catch every second of what’s going on inside. Of course I feel terrible for doing this, but ever since I realised that when you tiptoe just enough up the stairs to the second floor, you get sort of a view into the family bathroom, I couldn’t stop myself. I had to catch a glimpse.

My older stepbrother Liam inside is just about to step into the shower, so my window of opportunity as it were is quite short. I can only hope he doesn’t think to look up, because I’d be mortified if he caught me.

Just as he drops everything including his boxers into the laundry bin, and turns to open the door of the shower cabin, I allow myself to take a deep breath.

Shit, shit, shit! Making more noise than anything else I could imagine right now, my iPhone slips out of my hand and bounces off the window ledge before I can somehow half-catch half-juggle it in mid-air before it crashes down the stairs.

Dammit, I hope he didn’t hear that over the sound of the shower inside! Clasping my phone tightly in my hand again, I sneak down the steps as quickly as I possibly can and hide in my room with the door locked. I’ll be in so much fucking trouble if he gets wind of what I’ve been doing.

My fingers still tremble as I plug the wire from the laptop into my phone and transfer the video into the same folder as the others I’ve captured so far. Of course I’m careful enough to hide them all in a folder called “Maths” inside another folder called “Homework”, so nobody in their right mind would think to look there. Would they?

Well they couldn’t, anyway, unless they knew my password…

Once the transfer is complete, I unplug the phone again and put it in its cute little flower shaped stand on my desk. I like having things where they belong.

After listening out for noises coming from the hallway, I note that the shower is still on. Perhaps he didn’t hear me after all… So there won’t be any harm in having a quick look at what I’ve captured.

I open up the video, shot in high resolution, of course, and despite the slight fog on the window, I can still clearly see Liam’s immaculate figure, taking his shirt off before standing in front of the mirror, shaving.

He’s delish.

Everything about him is perfection.

From the muscular back that leads up to a perfectly toned ass – his pajamas sit just too high to get a good look – right to the happy trail now visible in the large mirror that leads right down from his sculpted pecs along the centre of his washboard abs.

Watching him perform this simple task of personal grooming – shaving – is already almost too much. My hand is shaking as I brush my hair back over my shoulders and start to run it down my body.

Dating my Stepbrother – Candi Lace

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Tonight is the night! I get to go on my first ever date. Sure, Daniel, whom I’ve been in school with since forever had to wait until after graduation to finally grow a pair and ask me out, but better late than never! We’re going to the movies, and dinner after. I wonder, will my date also lead to my first kiss?

By the time I’m all dressed up and ready, I decide to wait on the sofa next to Jack who is watching the game. The clock soon strikes seven, but Daniel is nowhere to be found… Soon my doubts begin to take over and I wonder if it was all a cruel joke? Is he going to show up at all?

After starting on such a high note, my hopes for the evening are in tatters. Nothing could possibly console me, except perhaps a confession about how he really feels about me by the boy I grew up with.

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It has taken me about three hours to put together the perfect outfit.

My dress is fitting on top to accentuate my large chest, but flowy at the bottom, skimming over my curves, as they would say on every make-over show on TV. Together with those sandals that I simply had to have in the sales last month, I look a million bucks. Hopefully Daniel would like what he saw too.

I couldn’t believe when he asked me out, last week at the mall. When he approached me, I wasn’t even certain at first that he would know my name despite being in the same grade since forever.

Throughout High School I’d felt invisible, so I assumed nobody had noticed me, at least not for the right reasons. Thinking back to that moment when he asked if I’d wanted to go to the movies with him, maybe dinner after, I can’t wipe the smile off my face. That’s when everything had changed.

Too bad this only happened after Graduation, so the old pecking order that had prevailed at school didn’t matter so much anymore. But I’m not one to nitpick over a good thing.

I have a date – my first ever date – and I cannot wait!

Daniel wasn’t the most popular guy in school, but he wasn’t a social outcast like me either. He was an average student, quite handsome, and had a respectable number of friends, unlike me.

I don’t know what made him show interest in me.

And why now?

Anyway, who cares. I check myself out in the mirror again, before applying a bit of peach lipstick, to match the shade of my dress. Understated, that’s what I’m going for. Understated and classy.

After brushing my hair a few times, I decide to keep it open.

And then I wait.

He’s supposed to pick me up at seven, so we can catch the show at eight. No idea what movie he wants to see, but actually I don’t care. I’m not that hard to please, most types of movies are just fine by me.

I decide to go downstairs to wait in the living room, where Jack, my older stepbrother, is watching the game. Although he’s only two years older than I am, ever since our parents moved in together about ten years ago, he’d taken on the role of big brother from day one. He had always been there for me, when I’d had nobody else. I don’t know how I would have made it through High School without him.

“Looking good Carrie, what’s the occasion?” Jack looks up from the TV and mutes the sound.

“I’ve got a date,” I say. It’s actually really weird to admit, making my heart jump out of my chest just a little bit, and my cheeks turn warm.

“Nice! Who’s the lucky guy?”

“Daniel. He was in my class.”

“Guess with everyone heading off to different colleges next term he felt he was running out of time to make his move, eh?” Jack smiles at me. That same funny twitch inside me jumps again.