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I was happy, a little excited even, to provide a night of lodging to Rod, the fellow from the home office, upstate. We had been working together on the new facility design for months. He was gorgeous and I enjoyed the few opportunities I had to be with him outside of the office — lunches and on one occasion a late-night cocktail at my apartment.

Not wanting to put him off or give him the wrong idea, I offered to sleep on my couch. Rod laughed looking at the loveseat that I called a couch. Not necessary, he said.

I didn’t dare assume anything from his casual observation that my king size bed looked like it could easily accomodate more than just the two of us. I crashed early, freeing the bathroom for my guest and creating what privacy I could by my sleep.

I lay quietly for over an hour before I heard him snap off the t.v. and come in to the bedroom. He stood in the doorway, framed from behind by the light in the bathroom and gently illuminated from the front by the lamp near my closet. I feigned sleep, watching him closely through thin, veiled slits.

I don’t know if I was hoping to see him undress, maybe, yes, that was a hope but one that I wouldn’t let get too high. He peeled off his slacks, shrugged out of his shirt and stepped out of his sleek briefs. My throat tightened. God, he looked terrific.

He pulled a dacron night shirt over his head adjusting it around his hips. After a few moments in the bathroom the light went out and he padded across the room. I felt the bed adjust itself as he lowered himself gently, even cautiously, into bed. It was clear he though I was asleep. Minutes passed, maybe an hour, I couldn’t tell. His breathing slowed, went deep and more quiet. Eventually I drifted off, too, full of notions and feelings that I refused to try and articulate for fear of what I might find.

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Debi and I had been married less then a year. As with many young couples there was never enough money to last the week. Debi decided to look for a job. Looking through the employment section of the paper was rather depressing. Nothing much to be had. The exception was the need for young good looking women to work in massage parlors. Debi laughed and said maybe she should try it. I was surprised to feel my dick jump with excitement at the thought. She was surprised by my reaction and after some discussion she agreed to apply at one not far from our house the next morning. We fucked and sucked the night away anticipating the next day. Debi got up early and picked out a sexy outfit of hot pants and a halter top. She looked great. Debi was 5′ 7″ (118 lb.), 36/23/35, with long blond hair. I wished her luck and kissed her good-bye a little after 10 that morning. The phone rang at 10:35.

Debi’s had talked with the owner and would be working on a trial basis pending a complete interview with the manager later that afternoon. Until that interview she would work with another girl learning how things worked. The girl who was giving Debi the rundown on how things worked was named Tina. Tina told Debi that no special skills were required and explain how she should massage a customer. Getting it perfect was not important as most customers were really not there for a massage. Tina then explained that most men wanted what she referred to as extras. Sexual favors for a tip. What extras Debi did and what she charged for them was up to her with a few exceptions. She was told not to fuck any walk-in customers. Hand jobs and blow jobs were what must guys wanted and they were allowed. Tina told Debi she would learn more during her interview with Tom, the manager. Tina also took Debi on a tour of the place. After entering the front door there was a counter and a few chairs. Behind the counter was a lobby area with a couch and some lounge chairs. This is were the girls sat while waiting for a customer. To the back side of this room was a hallway which was separated by another door halfway towards the back. The first hallway had two doors on either side.

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I was very excited at the prospect of getting together with my new boss Jane again and I arrived at her house on Sunday at 10:00am as agreed the previous day. The images of the previous day with Jane and Sue ran thru my mind and I wondered what sexual escapades Jane had planned for today. I knew Jane really liked our fucking the previous day and I wanted to get her up doggy style and fuck her hot pussy and tight asshole again. I parked my car and went up to the door my cock already beginning to stiffen in anticipation of fucking and sucking Jane. I knocked on the door and heard voices inside then the door opened and Jane greeted me and welcomed me in. Jane was wearing a sexy robe which showed off her ample breasts very nicely. Once I was in Jane pulled me to her kissing me and placing her hand directly on my now stiff prick. I pulled her close to me and ran my hands down her back cupping her tight ass and pressing her large firm tits into my chest. Jane was hot to get it on and I knew I would be enjoying the day with her. Jane led me to her kitchen offering me a cup of coffee, coffee was not what I had in mind but figured I was the guest so I would play along.

Jane poured us some coffee and I pulled her to me and ran my hand up under her robe. Jane’s skin was warm and soft and slipped my hand up between her legs until my fingers reached her pussy. Jane was already wet with desire and I spread her slippery pussy lips and worked my finger up her hot slit feeling the heat of her [tag]pussy[/tag] envelop my fingers. Jane moaned and I pulled her robe open exposing her pussy while Jane put her hand behind my head and pressed my mouth to her belly. I licked my way down the taught belly until I reached her recently shaved pussy lips and began to lick and suck her stiff protruding [tag]clit[/tag]. Jane’s breath was coming in short hard gasps and I knew her climax was close, I lashed her big stiff clit and pressed two fingers up her slippery slit. Jane began to climax as I thrust my fingers deep into her sopping pussy and sucked her stiff button making her thrust her pussy against my face wetting my face with her sweet juices. I moved Jane back and sat her on a chair as I continued to lick her cunt making her twitch and moan with post climax pleasure as I pulled open her robe exposing her hot body. I licked my way up her belly and sucked on her stiff [tag]nipples[/tag] and firm tits as she battled to regain her breath.

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August 6, 1990

What makes a person crazy? I mean, how do I know when I’m losing my mind? Maybe I’m just imagining things. Stress, yeah that’s it. Now, calm down Amanda and just try to be calm.

There it is again!

For God’s sake, why doesn’t it leave me alone?

I keep hearing this voice. It’s calling my name. I know, I know, how can such a simple thing scare me so much? Well, its weird! I can be working, or reading, and suddenly I hear, clear as a bell, “Amanda.” I turn, and there’s no one there. I’m alone in the house right now. My roomates are still at work – I came home early because of this stupid voice.

It’s been going on for nearly 3 months now. Since I graduated, in fact. It started out as maybe once or twice a week, now it’s up to several times a day. Out of nowhere, “Amanda.”

It’s a male voice. I know that much. So I’m hallucinating that a man is speaking to me. Maybe I’m desperate. I’m smiling as I write that, because, no, I’m not desperate. If I were desperate I would have agreed to go out with Shane last week. But no, I won’t date him. I’ve heard too much about his fast hands. Rob on the other hand is a possibility, but he’s not even noticed I’m anywhere around yet.

Okay, I’m calmer now, and I think I’ll be able to sleep. I’ll just turn out the light and sleep, and there won’t be any more strange voices to bother me.

August 17, 1990

It’s 4 AM and I just woke up from the strangest dream. The sheets are soaked with sweat and my hands are shaking so hard that this is hardly readable. I’ve never had a dream like that before in my life. I wish dreams weren’t so hazy. If I could only recall it clearly I think I might understand…

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My first experience with sexual harassment on the job just occurred and I can tell you I thoroughly enjoyed every harassing minute of it. It all started when I changed jobs joining a large company and working for a female boss. This was new to me but since she was fairly young and very good looking with a great figure my mind went into its flights of fantasy from my first day. Mary my boss is about 38 and stands 5′ 10″ and has a figure that runs 36 26 37. She is blond and has a way of putting men at ease immediately. Mary wears fashionable clothing which while not flaunting her obvious charms is quite seductive and sometimes a bit revealing.

As soon as I was hired I was put in charge of the implementation of a major accounting system with deadlines like tomorrow which meant plenty of overtime and lots of problems. In addition management was overseeing all aspects of the project with a microscope. One day while going to corporate headquarters with Mary I noticed her deeply slit skirt had opened up while she was driving and exposed her legs to her upper thigh. I was delighted by the site of her creamy thighs and was quick to notice she wore a garter belt and nylons rather than the conventional pantyhose worn by most business women. As we drove along her skirt opened more and more reveling her legs further and further. I could not resist the temptation to stare and eventually Mary caught me ogling her great legs. Looking directly at me Mary asked how she measured up, Stammering a bit I replied great from where I was sitting, Mary smiled but made no attempt to cover herself. By the time we had reached our destination I had developed quit a hard-on which as I am fairly well endowed was very visible as we walked across the crowed parking area. I could tell Mary had checked me out and was at least comfortable with my excitement because she made no effort to rebuke me for my voyeuristic enjoyment. (click to read entire story…)