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Straight Male / 46

It Really Doesn't Matter How Competent She Is, That's Covered

We have around four hundred employees in the Home Office. All departments are represented. HR is heavy female, and purchasing is the opposite. My job is in the middle, I have several females reporting to me and several males as well. I pick the females, individually. HR has to sign off.

At a conference I had met this woman Lucille. She was early thirties, and said she had ten years work experience. That a nice set of boobs. She was nice and she had those nice boobs. I had not paid attention, I did not know what color her eyes were. I had HR reach out to her and see if they could entice her to come work for us. I authorized a pay scale that had to have been higher than hers. That and an office, no cubicle farm. It took almost six weeks for her to agree to come and talk to us. I was the last one in the list, as the hiring manager.

She wore a dress and the dress accented her boobs. Two points there. She smiled and was talkative and her boobs jiggled above the cut of her dress. Two points. She shook hands very well, but a small hand. Her boobs jiggled a little more. Two points.

I hired her and her boobs. After she was working for me for a couple of months I learned that she knew one of our girls down in accounting, Denise. Turns out Denise told her that I was 'all tits' when it came to women, and to watch her rear end. Well my reputation precedes me.

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# 78632 - by Hiring Manager / April 26, 2025
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    Straight Male / 38

    My Friend Janet Needs Uncontrolled Passion

    I worked with Janet for years and we were professional. We didn't work together, our jobs were in different departments. On her birthday I invited her to lunch and we went to this nice restaurant, with a waitress. I emphasize waitress.

    Janet and the waitress locked eyes. They spoke a hidden language. The body contact was obvious, touching her hand, letting the waitress put a hand on her shoulder. Because it was Janet's birthday the waitress was especially attentive. It was woeful goodbye. Janet gave her business card, if she needed anything.

    In the car I asked her what that was all about. Janet came out to me that day, "I'm a lesbian, you may have noticed". I asked her how she knew the waitress was a lesbian. Janet's answer was "you can tell, it's chemistry". That was Janet's 27th birthday. She told me she had been a bit of a lesbian since grade school, but graduated in high school. It took her a long time to come to terms with her type, waitresses, especially barmaids.

    She turned to me "have you just needed to fuck a woman? That's how I feel right now". "Don't logic it, do it". At her apartment an hour later Janet was under me, 'don't be nice and all that shit'.

    Janet and I continue to be close friends and she 'lets' me work off my frustrations on her. The more frustrated the better. Force makes her get wetter faster. And she gets quite wet. "Fuck the shit out of me". She can get very frustrated when I don't get overly aggressive with her. She wants the smell of raw passion on me.

    That waitress did call her and they went out and they had their time together. Janet gave her a B+ for willingness but a C- for inventiveness. Too passive. But a woman who gets too aggressive turns her off immediately.

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    # 78625 - by Mica / April 26, 2025
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    Straight Male / 60

    Just Could Not Let Her Go Back To That Life

    I was in college. The college girls didn't interest me. I liked girls from the barrio. I cruised Oak Cliff looking for a waitress or night clerk. I picked up this barmaid and took her back to my apartment in University Park. She wanted to fuck.

    The next day, a Sunday I drove her back down to Oak Cliff. A seedy complex, I took her back with me. I took her to buy some clothes, she was still in her uniform. We stared at each other.

    Long story short I kept her with me, finished college, went to law school, took her with me. To New York, then the west coast. I married her, but kept it to ourselves until my mother died.

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    # 78616 - by Counsel / April 25, 2025
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    Gay Male / 39

    A Man I Do Work For Makes Me Want To Be With Him

    My name is Giorgio. I came to America in 2007 as a student and married a friend for my papers. She and I are friends, but there is nothing romantic between us.

    I work for an exterminator company and I have clients that I service every three months. I have one client, he is a widower who never opens the door, only speaks to me through the door. I understand, he does not feel safe.

    A few years ago when I was going around the house doing my work I came upon his bedroom, usually the window covers are closed, but that day they were not and he was laying on his bed with no clothes on with a show on tv manipulating himself. The show was of men doing sex. I watched until he reached climax and when he stood up he had a ring in his behind that he moved with his hand standing in front of his mirror. He looked at himself for a long while.

    I have not said anything. I go by his house every three months and I can hear the tv in his bedroom. I know what he is doing, and why he never comes to the door to speak to me. I found a place on the side of the window where I can see into the bedroom and the mirror and I can watch him pleasuring himself. I should not be doing this, but I cannot resist either. I have a secret that I like to be with men and I would like to be with him, but that is impossible.

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    # 78613 - by Tito / April 25, 2025
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    Straight Male / 67

    My Wife Is A Die Hard Catholic, A Lesbian And Anti Abortion Activist

    I met my wife through a friend while she was still in college. She was smart, made good grades, had visions of being partner. She worked hard at school, and was involved a several community activities. At that time she was a Catholic, born into the church and followed all their doctrines. She wasn't active sexually so the abortion and birth control issue weren't her concern. The parish Priest was a new, from Portugal, and he was heavy into what was called the Liberation Theology. We are quite familiar with this now, but when I was first getting started, it wasn't on my radar.

    My wife was unaffectionate. Any attempt was rejected, she moved away, she pushed my hand off, and if I persisted I got this look from her, KEEP YOUR DISTANCE. At that time I was in friends with benefits type arrangement with one of the girls from my office. It was purely sexual, completely sexual, so I wasn't hard up for my wife. I suppose it was more of being rejected by her and I wanted to get to her.

    At a midnight party, she saw me with Alma, we were making out and grabbing titty. Alma was horny, always horny, and she took my dick out to give me a blowjob. After she had me good and ready and hard she leaned back on the couch and pulled her legs up exposing herself to me. I wasn't paying any attention to my wife at that moment, I just went on the errand, and I didn't think or contemplate that she could get pregnant. She knew, she was angry at me about my wife and she was determined to get married.

    As I stood up, and was still with my pants down my wife engaged me it a sight war. She was angry, not jealous. Very angry. Later that night I took her into one of the bedrooms and had sex with her, also finishing inside her. Her anger at me was unavoidable. I went home with Alma, who now was upset with me for having sex with my wife. For several weeks I was in the shit house, Alma outright refused me and told me to get my rocks off with my wife. But Alma was pregnant and she missed her period and about that time my wife missed her period. Both women were pregnant. Not confirmed, but confirmation isn't necessary, women know when they are pregnant.

    The coin toss was which one to marry. My wife threw the Catholic book at me. I had done that to her, and I HAD to marry her. Alma was angry about it, and she said go ahead, she didn't care, but I wasn't getting her baby. That's why I had a six week engagement and married my wife to save her from spending eternity in hell for being adulterous.

    The short of it is that living with my wife was miserable. No contact. No service. She flatly refused any effort at bringing her around to being a wife. Alma on the other hand softened a lot and we moved in together. It was Alma that took in my wife's baby, and raised her beside her son. All the time my wife was a cold slab.

    For my wife's birthday we invited over some of her office friends. One of them Theresa. During the whole party my wife and Theresa were together. Alma told me not to get upset, but those two women were lesbians. And she was pretty sure they were lovers.

    The long and short of it, Alma was right, and my wife and Theresa were lovers, and in one occasion my wife let Theresa really go at her. To see if I liked it, how someone else was having sex with her. Alma took this in stride, never brought it up, treated them like a married couple. She resigned herself to Catholic divorce theology and has been my partner all these years. At one point, Theresa explored with Alma the possibility of she having a child of her own, but Alma decided she would get pregnant instead. This was all amongst the women.

    My wife has bent the Catholic rules to continue to be the wife and live with a lesbian lover. She considers Alma her stand in, but just barely. Alma had two children, my wife had one, and Theresa came up empty. It's been forty years this year. For my wife divorce is unfathomable, she won't consider birth control under any circumstances and is dead set and an activist against abortion.

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    # 78598 - by Victor / April 25, 2025
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    Straight Male / 45

    There Is Nothing Like A Colombian Woman, I Guarantee

    I was transferred to Bogota as Controller for a time. The organization expected us to have some foreign experience before we moved up. I was single, 28, and I could not believe the women there. I was in love with this one and that one and this other one, a different one every day. But the Colombian women, although beautiful by any standard, had standards and they were not available to date.

    Enter Rosario. Rosario came to us via our lawyers. She had finished her degree in Economics and they insisted we hire her. Rosario was smart and all that, but she was outstanding, every man in the company was hot for her. And she knew it, played one against the other, she was flirt. My age didn't interest her, and I was an expat, I would leave. She was interested in older men who could keep her in the status she had been born to.

    One afternoon I asked Rosario if she had heard of the Salt Cathedral. Well all Bogotanos know about that. It was a drive out of town and she offered to be my guide. Well she showed up at my apartment block, with her father and mother, and we sat in the back of the car. We had lunch out there at a restaurant, and we walked around the Salt Cathedral, her parents ten respectful steps behind, out of earshot.

    Forget holding her hand or making any type of move, or her attention would be called by her mother, "Rosario look at this". It was a long afternoon, and I thanked her father for driving. At work she was distant, but from time to time she would drop something on my desk. A flyer about an art gallery. I would go and coincidently she would be there, her aunt standing around. Or she would tell me about this musical performance, and I would go. Her grandmother was there. I grabbed her hand, and she turned to me, 'do not touch the merchandise unless you are ready to buy'.

    And so on and so on, month after month. One night I said I wanted to take her out, alone, without a chaperone. She told me that could not be done. She had respect. We are talking six months and not even a kiss.

    It was a Thursday night and I got a call from the gate. There was a young woman there to see me, could they let her in. I looked down from my apartment and to my surprise it was Rosario. She came alone. She was polite and walked around the apartment, checking out every corner and testing the appliances. Then she turned to me.

    I am a woman, I am not a girl. I have my degree. If you are so intent of trying out the merchandise before buying, then go ahead. I hope you like it, and marry me. Or stop chasing me, and leave me alone. Too many people are talking, you are undecisive.

    She allowed everything, complete lovemaking, completing myself inside her at her specific request. If I didn't want to marry her, leave her a child instead. I was relaxing and she went for a glass of water, and returned with a knife. "If you won't marry me, I will cut your dick off".

    So we got married, she returned to the States with me, went on to complete a graduate program and have her babies. When the lights are low, and the house is quiet, she leans over to me 'did you believe I would cut your dick off?' Yes ma'am, I was sure of that.

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    # 78588 - by Randy / April 24, 2025
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    Straight Male / 73

    How It Was For Men And Women In The Old World

    A story of when we were teens. I have a friend still, we became friends in grade school. He has a sister Vivian one year younger than him. We have been friends like I say, close to brothers really.

    Well when we were still in high school and his sister was a grade lower I spent a lot of time at his house. His mother wanted his sister to learn how to be a hostess and she taught her how to make cakes and pies and cookies and we were the guinea pigs for her. Part of the deal was that she would set the table for us, with fresh brewed coffee and serve us afternoon delight.

    He could only see her as a pest sister. I saw something different. Standing by my side with her starched apron on, serving me coffee and cutting a piece of pie for me, shit, you fall in love. We are talking about fifteen and fourteen at the time.

    One day we are having our afternoon coffee and cake and he asks me if I want her. I said I thought she was so nice and pretty and all that. He gets mad and stands up, 'do you want her or not?' Well she's yours, take her.

    His mother stood at the door of the kitchen shaking her head. 'Vivian are you ok with that?' Vivian stood there looking at me, we were kids, like I said I was fifteen. 'Do you want me?' Vivian asked. Well what do you say, of course I want you. What else could I say. Her mother said in passing 'well Vivian you belong to him now. We'll keep her until she is grown up',

    They dressed Vivian in an Italian wedding gown. She was so small, even her heels didn't make her tall. The trio that played the music played an Italian wedding march. Her brother walked her down the isle to me. 'Here, have her, she's yours' and walked off. The guests, including my parents all shook their head. Vivian's voice carried throughout the sanctuary as the Priest requested that she repeat her vows. My voice cracked, that's what my father said.

    For her wedding my parents gave Vivian a complete set of Limoges China, and a set of silver cutlery. An aunt gave her Belgian table linen for her table. My grandparents gave her a set of English cut glass, and goblets for wine. We were set up in a house of our own, furnished and all. I was still in University and she had just finished her Baccalaureate studies. On our wedding night we were sent to the Grand Hotel.

    We sat across from each other in the living area of the wedding suite. Vivian stood and button by button, piece by piece she took off everything she had on. She stood before me and said to me 'do you still want me?'. I said yes. 'Then this is what I have to give you as a wedding present'.

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    # 78587 - by Thomas / April 24, 2025
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    Straight Male / 69

    Aman Can Only Take So Much Before He's Down On His Knees

    I watched the Beekeeper. When ever I watch Stratham it makes me want to suck cock.

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    # 78585 - by Bob / April 24, 2025
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    Straight Female / 19

    Meghan Just Might

    Hey fellas,

    So I recently got a DM from a woman in her 50s named Brandi. Brandi thought I was extremely cute and showed my profile to her husband her also I guess told her to message me right away. I guess Brandi is a “cuck wife”. She likes watching her husband (Chris, btw) fuck other women, especially younger ones like myself. They live a town over so maybe an hour away max, and wanted to know if I was interested in playing with her husband while we watched.

    We chatted a bit, she sent me some pics of her and her Chris, of Chris’s uncut cock (she asked if she could and I was like of course!), and of her in a bra and panties laid out on the bed. With big boobs and a round ass she didn’t look bad, but I’m not into girls really, and I told her I didn’t have experience with women and she asked if it would bother her, her watching while fingering herself or if I’d mind if she touched me or joined in. I told her I’d try anything once if it feels good.

    We exchanged numbers. I sent a pic of myself in just panties and she sent a video of Chris wanking to it. He shot his load on her tank top, right into her cleavage. It was pretty hot, like a porn made just for me (that I was part of in a way, I guess).

    She invited me over “for dinner” this Saturday. I’m thinking of going. What’s the worst that could happen, right?

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    # 78583 - by Meghan / April 24, 2025
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    Straight Male / 55

    I Tried It, I Liked It, I Done It, I Want It, I'm Up For It

    Let me tell you about how I got involved with a man at work. He is the supervisor of the purchasing department. He had a file on his computer of old vintage gay porno. He made a copy of the file on a jump drive and I spent the weekend masturbating to all that dick and naked men. When I told him it got me into masturbating all weekend he said I needed to go down that rabbit hole for real, I would not regret it.

    He invited me to a 'club' get together. Men who are straight but enjoy gay porn. He shared a lot of his collection on the TV set, 65 inches of men sucking and fucking and cocks and balls and hairy assholes. Men kissing men. Soon cocks were out and we were jerking off to it. Soon a cock beckoned and I went over to suck on it. Soon we were all naked, on the floor, every hole was available. Tongues and dick fucking and licking. Some naked men embraced and kissing.

    I went home with a load in my rectum and the taste of man cock and balls in my mouth. My jump drive came to life, I sucked cock, I licked balls and assholes, I had a dick up my ass and took a load home with me. I wasn't just a voyeur anymore. I had done it.

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    # 78557 - by Gary / April 23, 2025
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