He worked, he stayed in shape, he was kind to his family, and he wasnt happy. Michael was 39 years old and listlessly going through the motions. Lately, he worried that the last throes of his virility were upon him. After all, his 40th birthday was approaching. Long, solemn stares into the bathroom vanity marked each passing morning. But, despite the lack of attention his wife gave him, he was still proud of his reflection. His thick auburn hair was just starting to turn gray. He kept his beard, still very much a youthful red, trimmed close, and his jaw stood out in hard angles, framing a large handsome face. The blue eyes turned heads. All 63 of him was lean muscle. His broad shoulders and long torso were sculpted for walking tall in tailored suits.
Category: boss
Sex with the boss wife
Me thinks the layd doth protest too much, said Hamlet. This statement, or something like it, can be applied to anyone who complains too much about how exploited he is sexually.
Samantha Learns her Place
I said no Mark she said, roughly shoving his approaching hand
Boss sex, anal sex
I’d been nuptially entwined with Greg for just over five years. It had been a good marriage in many ways but our matrimonial union wasn’t all eggplants and tube socks, if you know what I mean.
SEX AND THE BOSS
Me thinks the layd doth protest too much, said Hamlet. This statement, or something like it, can be applied to anyone who complains too much about how exploited he is sexually.
Her Husbands Boss
Maxwell Alexander eased back in his plush desk chair and
Blackmailed Wife and Boss
I work as a comptroller at a small manufacturing
TRUST US, WERE SALESMEN
Eddie Shapiro came out of the sales meeting with a grin on his face.
Teen stories, the Jag lady
The Sundollars Coffee chain liked to put up signs touting how the Wall Street Journal and several other business-oriented publications considered them one of the worlds best employers to work for. Mark Grogan was not exactly sure what factors these publications used in order to make this determination but he was pretty sure they had never asked the peons who actually worked the counters. Granted, Sundollars was a few steps above the fast food sweatshops he did time in back in high school – the pace was a little slower and the pay was a little better – but they did not offer him medical or dental benefits, they did not match funds for the 401k, and the only real opportunity for advancement was to assistant manager, which meant he would be salaried and forced to come in far beyond his normal working hours with no additional hourly pay. He had been there for almost two years now and could not quite bring himself to accept that promotion though they repeated the offer at least once every quarter. Working at Sundollars was a McJob, just like any other. It was a means to get him through college and, as far as that went, it fit the bill rather nicely. He came in four mornings a week at 6:00 AM and worked until 10:30, which left him just enough time to get to the California State University at Heritage Campus where he was carrying eighteen units a semester towards a Criminal Justice degree.