In fact, I’ve got one series of stories in development that takes place in an office environment. Maybe it has something to do with my recent affection for Naughty Office, and the lovely ladies who do the nasty deeds with their bosses and (sometimes) subordinates. If only I had a boss that looked like Alexis (seen to the right), I wouldn’t ever have to worry about being “under compensated”. And you won’t feel under compensated either once you’ve had a look at the gallery that I’ve rounded up from the folks over at Naughty Office. It’s enough to make you fire your secretary and go recruiting.

View Alexis’ Gallery Here, courtesy of Naught Office. Enjoy!

I stood there in the pouring rain as the limo pulled up for my two starlet lovers. Christina and Britney were going straight to the hotel. Unfortunately, I would not be accompanying them. I was forced by my occupation to sit in the airport for two hours and wait for Mandy Moore’s flight to come in from New York. I sat there patiently awaiting the little brat.

Though I had never met Mandy Moore, I had always thought of her as a child. Whether it had been her music, or the things she said, or the way she dressed. She did not seem to me to be a sensual woman like Christina or Britney. But hey, I was a professional, I would never have thought, even with what had happened with the other two, that my relationship with Mandy would be anything but businesslike.

Her plane arrived an hour late. I was not surprised. As the plane pulled up to the terminal, I called the limo back to the airport. I also called to check in on Britney and Christina. They were relaxing in each other’s arms at the hotel and they awaited my arrival. I was quick to reply that it may be a while. The airport was cold, and I was standing at the opening of the terminal. I was tired and drawn out, ready to get some sleep.

When I saw her, I was immediately astounded. The first thing I noticed was her long blonde hair, tied back into a pony-tail. She was without make-up, yet so naturally beautiful that it was as if she needed no make-up. I surveyed her wonderful young body, from her luscious long legs, to her flat stomach, to her pert young breasts. Her nipples were hard and clearly visible through her canary yellow tank-top due to the low temperature of the airport. My first thoughts were of how wonderful it would be to put my head between those slim legs and run my tongue along the lips of her young twat.

My fantasies stop short as in reality, she spoke. “Hi there. Are you Josh?” She tried to sound perky, but I could sense that she was exhausted. Her smile was less than half-hearted.

“Why, yes, I am.” I replied. “And you must be Mandy.” I extended my hand, and we shook.

She wasted no time walking to the baggage desk and picking up her things. She had only brought a few small bags. For a teen starlet, this was surprising. I had expected nothing less than a truck full of clothes. Britney and Christina had wasted no space on our own private jet.

As we stepped out into the rain, I loaded Mandy’s bags into the trunk of the limo. I checked my watch; it was nearly four in the morning. I followed Mandy into the limo and sat across from her. I found her spread along the back seat. I poured myself a drink.

“Would you like a drink?” I asked. “It’s about a twenty-five minute ride to the hotel.”

She gave me a slight smile. “Don’t you think it’s a little early in the morning to have a drink?”

“I don’t think that it should be limited to a certain time of day.” I replied. In my own mind, I agreed with her.

“I think we should get some coffee instead.” She insisted.

I had no time to argue between my glances at her gorgeous long legs and her pert young breasts. I turned to the driver and ordered that he stop somewhere where myself and Ms. Moore could get some coffee.

About ten minutes later, we arrived at a small upscale coffee shop outside of the city. The driver caught up on his sleep as Mandy and I went in for a while. We sat there, drinking very good coffee, for the better part of an hour. We talked about life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness, to sum it up. I caught her giving me some teasing glances, and I returned those glances in full. She was a beautiful girl. I could not help but want to make passionate love to her right there in the midst of the empty coffee shop. She seemed very receptive to my flirtatious behavior.

At the end of the night, we took the limo back to the hotel, and we said our goodnights in a very businesslike way. I was heavily disappointed. I had blown my chance with her. I headed to bed trying to forget about Mandy and focus in on the concert that night.

The concert in Chicago went very well. Britney, Christina, and Mandy teased the men in the arena with their tight clothing and sexy dancing. Needless to say, I wasn’t paying that much attention to them. It was becoming old news to me.

That night, I lay in bed with Britney, who, in noticing that I was somewhat down and out of it, aided in “lifting my spirits” among other things. As we lay there, I revisited my night with Mandy and told her of how disappointed it made me not to be able to seduce her.

“Have you ever thought that maybe she doesn’t like men?” Britney asked with a smile.

“Not really.” I answered, puzzled. “Why?”

“Well,” Britney began then paused, she looked down as she ran her fingertips along her naked breast. “You weren’t the only one trying to seduce her.”

Now I was completely lost. “Say that again…”

“Well, you know how I let her use my dressing room yesterday…” She explained.

“Yes.” Myself and my cock began to take interest in her story.

“Well, I was coming back from rehearsal,” Britney’s hand began to gently massage her breast. “And when I went into the room, I found Mandy there, on the couch, in her sweat pants and tank top. She had her eyes closed,” Britney’s breathing began to pick up. “And her hand down her pants. She was gently pushing one finger in and out of her pussy. I couldn’t help but stand there and watch her pleasure herself. I began to run my hand down into my pants. God, Josh, I was so wet.” Britney closed her eyes as her left hand slipped beneath her legs. “I began to finger my own clit as I watched Mandy moan and writhe as she fucked herself on my couch. I was so hot that I had started moaning without even paying attention.” My cock was rock hard, awaiting Britney’s every word. “Then she opened her eyes and looked at me. There we were, masturbating together. All she had to do was smile, and I knew she wanted it. I started to go to her, and she stood, pushing her pants and panties to the floor. I felt so hot as I walked towards her, pulling my clothes from my body. I swear, when she took off her shirt, I almost creamed myself. Her tits are perfect. Nice, and round, soft, yet firm.”

“Just like yours.” I butted in.

Britney just smiled, and reaching down with her right hand, she began to stroke my throbbing member. She went on: “When I got to her, I pushed her back onto the couch, pushed her knees apart, and began to kiss her thighs. I could smell her sweet pussy as I kissed closer and closer to it. Then, finally I reached her pussy. My mouth was dripping. I ran my tongue from the bottom of her pussy, near her asshole, all the way to her clit. She moaned really loud when I sucked her clit into my mouth. She was wet as hell.” Britney was now panting, as she stroked my cock harder and harder, revisiting her encounter with Mandy Moore. “Her pussy tasted so good. While I was eating her out, I was fingering myself hard.” She was also fingering herself hard while telling the story.

“She was moaning louder and louder as I licked her clit and drove my tongue into her cunt. She was so tight. Her little pussy was just flowing with her sweet juices. Her moans just kept getting… louder and louder… as I licked her…. and then… oh god… then…”

Britney’s body shook as she arched her back, letting out an ear-splitting scream as she orgasmed hard. “OHhhhhhhhhh Goddddd….” I couldn’t hold back as I thought of Britney, eating Mandy’s pussy. I shot my load straight into the air. It landed on Britney’s stomach as she continued to writhe around in orgasm. I closed my eyes as the waves of orgasm ripped through both Britney and I. We came together, loudly. My world was spinning as my orgasm slowly came to a halt.

When she had calmed down a little, Britney turned to me, still breathing very hard. “And when she came…. She screamed your name, Josh.”

[Originally posted on 2.7.01 at Literotica.com]

Let me set this little pictorial up for you: When Roxy Deville and Jaclyn Case wake up with wicked hangovers, they need a friend to bring burritos and soda … fast! But when their girlfriend isn’t home, her brother comes over with what they really want: the hard burrito in his pants and the six pack under his shirt.

Now that is something, all right. Enjoy! I will have some original erotic stories coming your way soon!

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Enjoy!

Not moving

Ladies, some of you are what men call a “Dead Lay”. A “Dead Lay” is a woman that just lays there while the man does all the work. You’re suppose to move too even if the guy is on top. Grab his body and move yourself toward him. Show him you want to fuck him and that you enjoy sex just as much as he does.

This one has actually ended a relationship for me. In fact, I believe the comment was “now I know what it feels like to be a necrophiliac.” Sad… To the ladies, a little motion never hurt anyone. Get involved with the act and you both with reap the benefits.

Kissing other parts of our body

You know how your man kisses your neck and licks almost every area of your body? We like that too. We even like to have our nipples played with (even though many men won’t admit it.) Do some teasing. Don’t limit yourself above the neck. Feel free to kiss us all over.

Foreplay is essential if you have the time, so make good use of it. It is frustrating to kiss every inch of a girl’s body just to have her go right for the obligatory hand-job…

Taking control

Many women feel it’s the man’s job to manage everything and take control. While that is fine most of the time, how about the woman managing how and what is done for once? Doing so lets your man know you want him and results in even more excitement for him, hence increasing it for you as well.

I love a lady that will take control. In fact, I may share a story about Elise soon. She was the best when it came to being in control. Stay tuned for that…

Keeping it new

It’s not just up to the guy to keep the new moves coming. You have to keep him excited too. Get an outfit out and do a little teasing. You know that little catholic schoolgirl outfit he likes? Wear it! Don’t be shy.

Sure, guys do like it to be new, but I would say this is the least important one. If you fix the other 7 things on this list, you can do missionary only and please your guy.

Communicating pleasure

A man is only as sexy as his partner. Even somebody that performs poorly in bed hits the spot sometimes, but a man cannot learn where that spot is if you don’t somehow indicate to him that you’re hitting it. Make a little noise even if you have to do a little acting. Breathe a little harder. Do something! Anything!

Every guy wants a screamer, but he will take a talker. If we have to ask questions like “how does that feel?” or “you like that?” — then you are not holding up your end. And a few soft moans do not count.

Paying attention to our pleasure

Some of you ladies need to learn to take pleasure in giving pleasure. It’s sometimes as though you don’t care what your partner feels. Asking little things like “Do you like that?” and “How does that feel?” tell your man you want him to feel good. Trust me, it drives us crazy.

Another solid one. This goes back to communication — the root of all relationship evils. Ask for feedback and ye shall receive.

Cleaning up immediately after sex

Some of you ladies like to jump up after sex and immediately get the bed sheets off the bed and throw them in the laundry. Acting as though sex with your partner has somehow violated your sleeping space is not the way to go. Sit and cuddle instead. Lay and relax for a while without being so consumed with erasing traces of what you just did.

Cleaning your body immediately after sex

Again, acting like you’ve been violated in some way and running into the shower doesn’t make us men feel too great. It makes us feel like you are bothered with trading bodily fluids, and that’s just not what sex is about.

I lump these two together. This doesn’t bother some guys because they don’t like to cuddle anyway. But if your man is ok laying there with you, then you’d better take full advantage of it. And if your man is good at what he does, then you might not want to let the bed go cold… I know in my case, I may want to go again shortly afterward. But that’s just me…

So, to the ladies out there, heed this advice and please your man. It is simple.

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Redheads have more fun, that is for sure. And if I were in a room with young Valerie Baber, I would be having fun as well. This lady has a smokin’ hot body and a look that, well… kills every man in sight. Just click the picture to see more of Valerie.

What could be better than combining history with naked hotties?

Okay, so the addition of beer would enhance the situation. But in general, history has never before been this interesting. Click the picture above to take the Naughty History Exam, courtesy of the fine folks at Naughty America… For more naughtiness, check out the links below:

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