You know how the saying goes "When the cat is away, the mice will play." Have you ever back stabbed a co-worker, peer, or EVEN your boss? Do you involve yourself in political game playing, office maneuvering, or one-upsmanship games to advance your job position? Are you secretly gunning for the boss's job? Have you setup a fellow co-worker to take an embarrassing hit? Have you positioned yourself as an expert in subject matter you know absolutely nothing about? Have you thrown a fellow co-worker under the bus to secure a promotion? Have YOU been thrown under the bus? Maybe your office place dealings are more sexual in nature.. Have you been involved in an office place fling with a co-worker behind your bosses back? Did your office place sexcapades lead you to a promotion, or ultimately get you canned? Adult Confessions is the place to share all the juicy details. Your boss will never be the wiser! ;-)

I took this job after I had been out of work for sixteen months. I had never worked in sales and I felt unfit for the job. An 'old hand' took me around to meet the clients and after a couple of trips he told me that I wasn't a closer, I had to get aggressive and push the client to close, come back with a P.O. I hate it so much I scream but I have no choice right now but to try. That is the setting of how I found myself with a man in Denver and things got out of hand.

I went there because the marketing team had identified this company as a new target the senior sales rep was out on a personal matter, so they sent me. I studied up on the client company, they marketing team set up the appointment and I got a plane to fly to Denver. I checked into the Hampton Suites and caught a cab to the offices of the client and sat in the lobby waiting to be called in. The man that met with me was about my age, in his early fifties. He was the Operations VP and had been there for a long time. He grilled me, asking me over and over again why he should make his company change vendors. What did we have that the competition didn't have. What was it that made us think he wanted us. He made me sweat, at first in my voice and later visibly. I was failing, dropping the ball, I was out of my league. I am not a salesman. I am an engineer.

After the meeting he said that they would think about it, meaning no P.O. to take back to the office. He asked casually when he was escorting me back to the lobby where I was staying and if this was my first trip to Denver. As he said goodbye he asked if I was up to it, maybe we could go get a steak around 8 that evening. Boy I was so relieved, I would have a second chance to prove myself I accepted immediately and he came by the Hampton to pick me up at 8.

We went to an upscale steak house, ordered a hard liquor drink and talked about politics and sports. We also talked about engineering which is my profession. The evening went on and on, we ordered steaks and had more drinks, and later coffee and desert which we shared. On the way out of the restaurant he put his arm on my shoulder as we walked the couple of blocks to his car. He 'embraced' my shoulder. In his car he tapped my knee and suggested that maybe we could got get a nightcap at this bar. A bar that is well hidden where men go and hold hands and lean into each other when they talk, a bar where a man puts his hand on another man's hand, that type of bar.

We sat at a small table and he ordered Manhattans and his hand was on my leg and on my hand and he leaned over and talked and we talked about anything other than work. It was late, it was one a.m. and we were there still talking and sipping Manhattans. His hand went up my thigh and he asked if I wanted to check out his place. On his wall were all sorts of art, some modern and some pieces obviously from art fairs. In his bedroom, over his bed was large painting of an erect penis and balls. He said he liked going to sleep knowing that a hardon was always there for him.

Why I didn't turn around I don't know, his arm was on my shoulder as we 'admired' the painting, this huge erect penis with precum gleaming in the light, the most phallic thing I had ever seen. He turned me around and said he wanted me to enjoy and he sat on the bed and opened my zipper and took my cock in his hand and he started to suck me hard. I got hard, what with him sucking my cock and me looking at that painting over his bed. Once hard he got undressed and helped me get undressed and we lay on the bed and we sucked cock and ground our cocks together and held our cocks tight in our hands, no conversation, just naked on the bed. I let him lead, I had never been in that situation and didn't know what to do or not to do. He invited me into his shower for a hot shower and we lathered up and stroked cock while we kissed, his beard against my face, my cock hard in his hand.

He said I was going to like this and he lathered up my crack and used his finger to massage my anus and I liked it like I have never liked anything before, he got behind me and licked me with his tongue as I bent over and held myself up against the wall. In the bedroom after we had dried off he took out several kinds of lube and used one to finger me and another to lube up my cock and he told me to lube up his anus and that he wanted to get fucked. He got on his arms and knees and lowered himself into a semi squat and told me to lube and not be sparing and to lube my cock and just fuck him hard. My first fuck with a man, I went in so smooth, his ass was tight, he groaned a bit and kept telling me to take my time, but I just couldn't hold it and lost myself and came in series of strong squirts.

He got some towels and cleaned us up and we lay there side by side, two fifty somethings, a man who did this all the time a man who did it the first time. After many minutes, maybe a half hour he asked if I wanted to try, he said he was versatile and he would give me the pleasure of his cock. He lubed me up until his finger just slipped in and out and then mounted me and ran his cock up my ass until his balls were slapping against me. He took his time, he talked a bit and told me that he liked being with me that night and when he finally finished and loaded me up with his cum, he washed us up and we fell asleep on his bed.

I got the account, he said it was because I was a good engineer. We see each other often because he is my account, both in Denver and Ball Harbor, in Denver we got to his place, in Ball Harbor we got to his hotel. He has taught me a lot, it is strictly for sex, even the kissing is for sex. He divorced because he found out he was gay, I am married and he is the first man I have sex with, I don't think I am gay, I just think that that its like a perversion that I have to have. And my only account.

  • I was in my 20's and I temporarily worked in a car lube shop. My boss was a sexy woman about 2 years older than me. We got along at work and became friends. If we closed together she'd drive and we'd get a beer and play pool on the way home. She always insisted she had fucked a co-worker before, which caused a lot of problems and would never do that again. One day while the shop was full of employees, cars and customers she called me into the office and told me to close the door. Then she lifted her shirt and showed me her large and beautiful tits to reveal they had both nipples had been pierced the night before and since I have a bag piercing she wanted to show me. One day after work she just blurted out "You know we're going to fuck, right?" Fine by me! It was great sex! We'd do it wherever and whenever we could. No relationship, just sex. I used to cum SO hard with this one that when I pulled out almost every time I'd get her in the face and all around her head. She finally put a joke pic of a gaping pussy on the wall above the head of her bed with a target on it and told me to aim for it. All that to get to the sexy part. One day she and I were working alone and it was just after the noon rush and there was no one in the shop with us, even though the shop was on a very busy road in the bright sunlight and the entire shop was glass all around. As we stood there chatting in the lube shop (can you ask for a better setting than a LUBE shop???) I just asked her if she would give me a blowjob. I stood in the middle of that shop, pulled down my pants and she got on her knees and sucked my erection and swallowed! What's my point? Has your boss ever gotten on their knees and given you a blowjob and swallowed while you were at work on the clock getting paid???

    I am 32 and single, several failed relationships. The last one hurt a lot, I really felt that I was going to get married. I guess I am in morning about it. I got sent to training on the new system and I was given a new girl to go with me. She is 24 and just recently finished college. She is like the little spoiled sister I never had. I have to do everything for her, she hogs the bathroom so I have to get on her to hurry up, she changes over and over before we finally go to the training center. She and I share a room at the Holiday Inn next to the training center.

    After several days, this has been a month long training session, she got comfortable enough to walk around in her underwear before getting dressed, and putting on her make up which she now does over the dresser in the room instead of hogging the bathroom. Watching her, so young really, her legs are firm and so is her butt, and not because she works out. I sit on the bed pretending to get myself ready and watch her put her make up in her underwear. Yesterday she bent over and I got a full on view of her pussy in her panties. I got wet, not slowly, just from ok to wet. I have never gotten wet like that with any of the guys I have dated.

    In any event, when she was done I grabbed her, I was sitting on the bed and I grabbed her by the hips and told her to stand still. I put my hands around her butt and pulled her towards me and pushed my mouth into her panties, smelling her and breathing hard into her panties. My tongue went down her slit and she was wet, pushing my head away saying nonsense things, I held on tight until I fell to the floor and eating at her as hard as I could.

    If she turned I don't know, but I was now eating her with her back to the bed and she fell on the bed and I spread her legs and pushed my face and mouth into her panties as hard as I could, her hands grabbing my hair. I am stronger and I pulled on her panties until I got them off and ate her bare pussy. Something I have never done and had never desired to do. She was so wet I had her pussy all over my face, my tongue digging into her vagina, eventually working up to suck hard on her clit and grabbing her tits while I sucked she went into an orgasm.

    I apologized, she said stupid things, she put on her panties angry at what had happened. I apologized again, turning her to face me. I honestly told her that nothing like that had ever happened. I straightened myself out, helped comb her hair, forced her to let me dress her and button up her blouse. Once she was totally dressed and presentable I kissed her mouth.

    Last night she slept with me, at first she was reluctant to come over to me, but I insisted and held the covers up for her. As soon as she was in bed I reached under her nightgown to take off her panties and took off mine. I ate her, she ate me more or less, I fingered her and had her finger me, more or less. I kissed her several times, I sucked on her tits, I told her that I wanted her pussy like in the morning, and I got on my knees between her legs and ate her again, tonguing her vagina and sucking and twisting her clit until she had another orgasm. Twice in the same day, her first orgasms not being alone. I took her hand and had her finger me and rub my clit hard while I kissed her and managed to have my own orgasm.

    She is a virgin, never been fucked. We have a week to go on our training. She is sitting on the bed while I write this, I want her to know that I just loved eating her and making her have an orgasm. I want more, and I want her to eat me and give me an orgasm. I want that, now it is her turn to make me feel like she got the chance to feel, totally consumed. She has really nice tits and her skin is soft and warm and her pussy is so eatable, I won't say fuckable because I don't want her fucked. Her nipples are hard right now, her mouth is closed tight and she is breathing through her mouth. I just told her to slip her panties off but she is staring at me so I better go there and help her.

    I am straight and believe she is too, but not right now.

  • I work at a small clinic. My boss is always up my ass about time and being productive. So when she has meetings at the main hospital about 2-3 times a week. I take longer lunches something she hates for us to do. But if she only know that will I'm taking my longer lunches I'm fucking like crazy. I met this guy that only lives 8 minutes away from the clinic. It started with quick fucks me bending over pulling down my scrubs and he pumps like a rabbit. But now it have progressed to me even fucking his roommate. Sucking and fucking for an hour straight then I get a quick bit to eat and back to work I go. My co-workers covers for me because they think I checking on my beloved dog but if they only know I just had a big dick in my mouth and one in my pussy they would be shocked.

    the truth about is that i am a asshole in my own way.

    Is it cruel to chuckle when you see that the one who broke your heart is a little hurt by your silence?
    It's like she has no idea what she did! She means no harm to me, and I'm not mad at her, but seeing that sorrow on her face when I ignore her trying to get my attention- it's just kind of sad. If she fixed things earlier on, we could've really blossomed, but no.


    A little cruel but human.

    ANONYMOUSMarch Reply
    silence is were god is so she is probably a lot happier then you think and just putting on a show of sad for you. a lot of people will entertain you and humor you and behind your back they are doing opposite. I used to often play facial games with men and women. verbal games and silence games and over acting games. over boasting games. its fun. have you ever seen how pity a poor older person who talks about himself all the time will get because he was rejected at work, bullied and abused etc. and women, being the show off when you are really so sad but fake love and fake happy and fake success. i have seen heaps doing it. the fake holding a strangers hand to offer fake charm, seen politician do this recently to a old man. so I was like "OH REALLY" over excitable shock to her and underneath i was laughing and thought she was a twit. you really need to wake up to the world, its not easy being green. everyone is a player dude.

    yeh I used to look longingly into my boss doctors eyes to fuck in his head sometimes and it worked then I would just mock and laugh. people did it to me so i often do it back now. its back fired a few times when i really liked a guy but then i am less likely to show i like them when i really do. i spent about 10 years critizing this guy who is the media face for a company i liked him the whole time but i met up with women who hated him with a passion and i knew why we all had been burnt by men like him so we just took it out on him . I even do it to harry and megs and william and kate, what ever mean things my sister did to me or others i throw at them. its fun others do it to, when you get with a group that do it you just get caught in the moment of it and later think 'fuck am i a ass or what?" but laugh anyway. its just human nature to fuck in peoples heads. like a guy said to me once "its fun fucking in peoples heads" and it is.

    she probably gone around telling everyone you broke her heart and all the diss on you out. so look out boy. she got you.

    ANONYMOUSMarch 26, 2019 1:19 amReply
    I spent about 20 years hating on a male politician with a group of women and I liked him but one day I might tell him, its just us younger women where so burnt by men and the system we didn't know how to love or like anymore it was easier to be mean and a a**h*** . sorry but

    this is what you do when you been hurt so much and are 30 and have no friends no ego and no job and no people caressing your ego. nothing to support your ego like a hot body, baby, friends, dates or whatever you need. you just do it because.

    Angel Eyes
    Keep thinking 'bout his angeleyes
    I keep thinking,
    Last night I was taking a walk along the river
    And I saw him together with a young girl
    And the look that he gave her made me shiver
    'Cause he always used to look at me that way
    Then I thought maybe I should walk right up to her and say
    Ah-ha-ha, it's a game he likes to play
    Look into his angeleyes
    One look and you're hypnotized
    He'll take your heart and you must pay the price
    Look into his angeleyes
    You'll think you're in paradise
    And one day you'll find out he wears a disguise
    Don't look too deep into those angeleyes
    Oh no no no no
    Ah-ha-ha, keep thinking 'bout his angeleyes
    I keep thinking
    Sometimes when I'm lonely I sit and think about him
    And it hurts to remember all the good times
    When I thought I could never live without him
    And I wonder does it have to be the same
    Every time when I see him, will it bring back all the pain?
    Ah-ha-ha, how can I forget that name?
    Look into his angeleyes
    One look and you're hypnotized
    He'll take your heart and you must pay the price
    Look into his angeleyes
    You'll think you're in paradise
    And one day you'll find out he wears a disguise
    Don't look too deep into those angeleyes
    Crazy 'bout his angeleyes
    He took my heart and now I pay the price
    Look into his angeleyes
    You'll think you're in paradise
    Then one day you'll find out he wears a disguise
    Don't look too deep into those angeleyes
    Oh no no no no
    Keep thinking,
    Keep thinking 'bout his angeleyes
    Keep thinking,
    Keep thinking, I had to pay the price
    Songwriters: Benny Andersson / Bjoern K

    its funny how it never hurts to remember i just see a dickhead he was toxic and he spread it like a disease. I am lucky I can't remember most of it most of them who I did it to. I am a late bloomer I only started doing this at 35. nothing and no one hurts me now.

  • Let me set the stage. Our company formed a new division and I was sent to be the Controller. My wife and I have been separated for a many years but not divorced (religious thing). The new Operations Manager is a man in his early fifties, black. There are not many black me who are Operations Managers in my industry. So at that office we were the top of the management and our roles dictate that we work together, few if any major decisions can be implemented without a dual consensus, a control sort of thing.

    Well time goes on, the operations are started up, we hire staff, a couple of engineers, an HR rep, secretaries, accountants, clerical staff, QA control, and a boat load of line personnel. Things are humming and right on budget we get our first run out the door. My Ops Manager and I work well together.

    Then the shoe drops. It was a late night getting out quarterly reports which we both have to sign. We got to this small restaurant to get a bite and we order a bottle of wine. The place is small, maybe fifteen tables and we are in the back, I just never like sitting by the door. And quiet, the waiter is up front and my Ops Manager says he wants to say something and for me not to lose it. I brace myself that he is going to quit. But he reaches over and puts his hand on my mine and says "I Love YOU".

    He comes out, totally and tells me that since he was in college he has always had a thing for white men, he has never gone black, he likes white men that are intelligent and cultured, soft. His hand is still on mine and he wants to know if I have feelings. All I can say is that I have never thought about it, it had never crossed my mind, except he still had my hand in his. He caresses my hand and repeats his statement about being in love and asks me to consider it. When we leave the restaurant and are walking back to our cars he puts his arm around my shoulder and says quite loud that he has been in love with me since we first met for this project.

    At our cars, he is at my car door and I am standing there and he is asking me to go home with him, to follow him, he wants to follow through, to show me that he isn't saying things. He is holding my hand again and then starts to rub my arm, just one quick kiss and soft "I love you". Like a moth drawn to the light I follow him home. He is nice and polite, he shows me around, it is a small three bedroom with a nice master, not new but close to it. He has pictures of his family, of his days at Notre Dame, he shows me a picture of his grandmother with his arm around my shoulder telling me that I would like her, but she has a problem with white folks. Then the kiss, this time a real kiss and strong hug, two large men in their fifties kissing with his grandmother's picture in his hand.

    He has a horse cock, what a massive thing, he is gentle with my cock, so small and white in his hand, his short kisses and long sucks, his horse cock large and in my hand, my white lips on his black skin. He promises to be gentle, he apologizes that he was born with it and he just has to make sure that I am ready for him. He is well prepared, he says that usually you only go with a condom on your first date but he was 100% sure that this was my very first date so no need for that, he puts some of the lube in my hand and asks me to lube up his cock and to kiss and lick off his precum, he reaches under me and starts to lube me up, he suggests that for my first time I lay forward and hold on to the pillow and hold my hips up and open, he promises again to be gentle.

    His cock is huge and it feels like an hour for him to get it all the way in, talking to me bit by bit letting me know about his progress asking about my comfort, what do you say with a horse cock in your ass. There was no pain, just pressure and discomfort but pleasant pressure and the more the better, the further he went the better it felt. When he topped out and began his motions it felt good with every stroke, an amazing feeling really considering what was going on. He was gentle, I would remember from later occasions when he put on a full court press. He was gentle but insistent and I was compliant and enthralled, enjoying the feeling, the moment.

    My friendship with him developed and we became fast friends and spent whole afternoons in the hot tub, he gives a great massage, over time I became totally uninhibited asking for special treatment, his horse cock becoming something to admire, to hold and to master, to face him while he showed me his feelings. It was easier to divorce my wife but I haven't been able to let myself move in with him. And of course, there is a control problem, if our special friendship is discovered one of us, or both us will have to leave.

    I have always been a bit of an extrovert and overexposed myself a whole lot when I was a teen. I never did it with anyone because my parents were very strict and kept me under lock and key. But for whatever reason my parents never stopped me from wearing clothes that were revealing. We went downtown to the department store and I wore a short jean skirt. On the train we sat across from this man and I was flashing him.. Of course at that age I didn't shave anything so he got a flash of thick black hair and my panties. He stared at me and motioned with his fingers for me to open my legs. I was masturbating by then and I could not get enough of it, anything that I could sit on to rub myself and anything big enough to 'ride'.

    Along comes college and I was pretty much over my short skirt stage, but if someone caught a view I didn't care. I never shaved or waxed but I trimmed quite a bit for wearing shorts and swimming but I liked my dark patch. I have always had heavy lips and I guess I showed a bit too much when I wore the wrong type of shorts. But I wasn't flashing, it was not on purpose, I had also stopped masturbating. I was probably mostly just careless.

    I got an intern job at this big office in their Marketing department. My job was proof reading ads and making sure that things weren't misspelled or God forbid someone could take it the wrong way. I was innocent, I had never been around grown men, grown men who came around and hung out at my cubicle and I kid you not, stood there staring at my chest or at my crotch in my inappropriate office clothes. Of course they were standing there, right there so there crotch was at eye level for me and I started to stare back. One day along comes Mr. Jones (not his real name) and he is staring at my crotch, I am wearing very tight pants and I am staring at his 'belt buckle'. His dick is moving under his suit, I can see it, my legs are opening and closing, he is talking to me and I can't look up at him, his dick is hard and pushing against his pants and he has to reach down to move his dick aside. He leans down and he asks me if I am as wet as he is hard. That is the moment when I looked up at him and he put his face right in my face and whispered that he wanted some pussy later on.

    I had been felt up in high school, kissed and I had jerked off a couple of guys and once I had gone down on a guy but not really. I was a virgin and innocent of adult men. He came for me after work and said he wanted to show me this watering hole that he went to before going home. I went, I was so stupid that I went. He bought me a drink and we sat in this booth and the place got filled up with after work people, no one was my age, lots of ladies in tight skirts and lots of men hitting on them, lots of hands on legs and hips and butts, kisses at the bar, it was dark and I didn't know how many drinks I had. I was still in the booth and my work friend was sitting beside me and he had his arm around me and he was grabbing my boob, he was kissing my neck and my mouth and his hand went in between my legs and he was feeling me up in the bar. His dick was hard and he put my hand on it while he kissed me.

    Some lady came over and asked me if I was all right, I don't remember answering her, she offered to get me a cab to take me home, he told her to go away and he asked for the bill and he walked me out and we went a couple of blocks to this downtown extended stay motel near the office and he took me upstairs and I had sex with him. I woke up and I couldn't remember his name at first, he was naked on his back and I was naked and I went to the bathroom and sat on the toilet for a long time. I was so hung over. I went back to the room and he was still asleep. I got dressed and went down and caught a cab and went home. I had to call in sick and I slept most of the day.

    I wasn't innocent anymore, I felt bad about what had happened. When he came around to talk to me I answered and when he asked me for lunch I went with him, when he suggested a drink after work I went with him, when he took me to the extended stay motel I went with him. By the time summer was over and I had to return to school for my senior year I was not the innocent girl that went to the internship. I had done it, I had gone down on him and I had been a puppy dog, and I had let him trim me down to where he liked it. I was his office lay and everyone knew it, it is just that I didn't know about office lays. I was in love with him.

    My senior year all I wanted was to get a permanent job where I had interned but I was not offered a full time job. My love affair had to end when I took a job at another company many blocks away. I told one of the secretaries there about my internship and she is the one that said I was his office lay and the worst thing you can do is fall in the love with the SOB. But I had fallen in love and it took a long time to get over it. I had other office lays before I found one that wanted to get married to a girl fifteen years younger than him who would be the stepmother to his fifteen year old daughter.

    I called in sick today, but the truth is that i am laying here naked in bed all snuggly warm and comphy. I just don't want to go to work.

    I called a bf and told him I am home sick today, and asked him to come over and take care of me.

    What I didn't tell him is that if he shows up the "take care of me" is that I am going to have sex with him all day.

    Shagged my bosses wife recently at a company party to celebrate the companies tenth year. She was a truly dirty bitch and wanted everything from me fucking her mouth, pussy and arsehole, to her licking and sucking my cock clean after I'd cum up her rear hole. She even sucked me off again in the gents toilets just before they left for home.
    The following day, she told me he'd gone down on her that night and she'd made her semi drunk husband tongue out both of her previously fucked holes.
    I've fucked her again since the party and each time, she insists on me screwing her arsehole as it makes her orgasm much more strongly then vaginal sex. And on two of those occasions, she's had him lick her out when they've gotten home.
    If he knew I'd be sacked. Or does he already know and they're using me to satisfy a fetish of his, by eating my cum from his wife's fuck holes.

  • If my boss, I say boss, he actually owns the company I work for, ever found out I was fucking who I was, he'd probably have me driven somewhere and taken care of.
    The first person I fucked in his family, was his twenty year old daughter. She's a slut, a good looking one, but a real slut all the same. Fucking her in their home thinking we had the whole day to ourselves, we were disturbed by my bosses second wife. His daughters step mom. She saw everything and also saw I have a large cock. Dismissing her step daughter first, knowing who I was in relation to work, she told me to meet her later on at a cafe. The meeting at the cafe lasted all of three minutes as she'd booked a motel room across the street. On the same day I'd been fucking my bosses daughter, I fucked his wife over and over again in the motel room. And if I thought his daughter was a slut, then I learned a whole new aspect of sexual behaviour fucking his wife.
    My profile on here tells you I'm bisexual. It says that for a reason. As well as fucking pretty females, I also love to be balls deep up a cute guys ass too. In work one of my colleagues just so happens to be my bosses nephew. He's nineteen, a total cock hound and loves nothing better than to have my cock down his throat or up his tight ass. He knows nothing of me fucking his female cousin or her step mom, but then I only fuck him at work, for now.
    The crazy thing is, my boss thinks his wife and daughter are the epitome of social and ethical virtue, but I know differently. He also thinks Corey his nephew is straight, upstanding and a religious boy. My boss couldn't be more wrong on all counts.