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first post already got so many brothers setting up camp...i could sense that this is one hella of a story coming up
let the story begin |
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We are a patient bunch, so don't keep us waiting for too long.
Hope the ending works out for both u and your wife too. Camping for more. |
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Bro I am reporting for camp....
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Quote:
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Late entrant to the growing campfire....just saw this thread now
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caMping. . .
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Camping here for more. Hee hee.
Wondering why this kinda events dun happen to me? All my female colleagues like the kuai kuai type. Lol. |
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Just saw this thread. camping~
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Another camper reporting in
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camping :x
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If boss dares to play raw with other wives, hubbies should play out his career and his family...
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I roughly understood TS feelings. In my office got such an incident before.
Biasness started to show then we as subordinates see already also pek chek. We reported to the boss of the company abt this "in-charge" behaviour. Like some bros say, if this continue, expose that boss.. |
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My camp fire is burning...!
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CONFESSION:
It had started almost from the day that I joined the marketing firm. Mr Smith, the regional director I reported to, clearly found me attractive. Sometimes I would catch him staring down my blouse at my tits, or sometimes I would look back while bent over my desk and find his eyes glued to my ass. On day 1, Mr Smith told me that a marketing company is judged by its employees, and he expects me to dress “appropriately”. He made it clear that loose frumpy outfits were out of the question, and he expected me to be professional. I made it a point from that day forth to make sure I was dressed in tight, figure hugging skirts and tops, and always always, stiletto heels. The first couple of months, he did not try anything with me. I would catch him staring and often undressing me with his eyes, but no physical contact. That was until my third month when Mr Smith and I were alone in the office working late. I was sitting at my desk typing on my computer, when he came out of his office and stood beside me. I looked up and smiled, my lips painted red and noticed he was looking down my blouse. I was wearing a v-neck dress blouse which gave a great view of my 36DD tits. He smiled at me, not even the least bit embarrassed at being caught staring. When my husband stares at my tits continuously, it never fails to get me wet, in anticipation of a good hard fucking. But now I began to feel my pussy get wet, and the embarrassment caused me to turn red. Mr Smith saw my reaction and smiled, moving to stand behind me and he placed his big hands on my shoulders, gently massaging them. I was apprehensive at first, but his firm but gentle rubbing caused me to relax, and I let out a sigh. He began asking me about the project I was handling, and I started to bring up the documents on the screen. All the while his hands kept massaging my shoulders, slowly moving down my arms and then back up again. Soon his hands were on my neck and began inching down my front. I looked down at his hands as they moved closer, inch by inch, towards my chest. Instinctively I knew what he was doing, but for some unknown reason I remained completely still, my tits heaving up and down with every breath I took. I looked up at him over my shoulder, and noticed the lustful stare as his hands slowly moved onto their targets. Soon his hands slid over my tits, and I gasped as he started to knead them and fondle them. Despite his large hands, my tits were too big to fit in his hands. He whispered in my ear, “God you have a great set of tits, Chinadoll”. That’s his nickname for me, due to my oriental features, and being an arrogant angmor prick, he doesn’t care whether im from China or Singapore. As he says that, he slides his hands down and unbuttons the top two buttons of my blouse, and opens it to reveal my black half cup bra. I moan softly as he resumes massaging my tits, feeling my pussy get wetter. “This is so wrong Mr Smith, you are my boss….and im married…” but he ignores me, continuing to play with my tits, reaching in to pull out my nipples, which have always been very sensitive. I moan louder as he begins to tweak and pull on my nipples, and his attention to my swollen nipples only causes me to get even wetter, till the point that the smell of my pussy fills the room. By now, I’m repeatedly asking him to stop, but he ignores my weak pleas, and rubs his crotch against my back. I call feel his hard cock throbbing through his pants, twitching repeatedly, as if calling to be released from its prison. I know that this is the point of no return so I summon all my willpower and pull his hands off my tits and stand up facing him. “I can’t do this, I married.” Mr Smith glared at me, his rock hard cock creating an obscene tent in his pants, and said “fine, here’s the deal Chinadoll. You have a choice, either you do everything I tell you to, or you can leave this place for good. But choose wisely, because there aren’t many jobs out there for girls like you, especially once I’m done blacklisting you to the marketing community here.” “or you can be a good Chinadoll and show me how much this job means to you”. As he said this, he was rubbing his cock through his pants. “I’m going to my office, think it over and let me know. If you decide to stay, I expect you to come into my office in nothing but your half cup bra, thong and stiletto heels." He turned and walked into his office, shutting the door. I stood there confused and scared, not knowing what to do. I knew it was wrong to do what he was commanding, but he was right, there were no jobs out there. We had just bought our condo and a car and we would be in big trouble if I now lost my job. Also, though he was twice my age in his mid forties, he was still in shape and it could be worse. After 10 minutes of thinking, I knew I had no choice but to obey. I stripped off my blouse and slid off my skirt, stepping out of it. I applied a fresh coat of lipstick, tucked my 36DD tits back into my bra and gingerly knocked on Mr Smith’s door before opening. As soon I opened the door, Mr Smith whistled and was smiling, sitting at his desk. He beckoned me over and I walked toward him, my tits jiggling, threatening to bounce right out of my bra, and my hips swaying seductively from side to side. I stood beside him and he told me to turn around, which I did, facing my juicy ass inches from his face. Suddenly he reached up and spanked my ass, saying “I knew you would make the right choice Chinadoll….god what a juicy ass!” Another spank…then another. It hurt, but it also caused my sopping wet pussy to tingle. It was as if my ass was connected directly to my clit, and every spank sent electrical bolts right to my clit. He reached between my thighs and ran a finger across my pussy lips, causing me to gasp and stumble. He laughed, and grabbed my hips, pulling me onto his lap. My juicy ass landed right on his lap, with my pussy, covered by the just the thinnest of material, inches away from his throbbing tentage. He intertwined his fingers in my long black hair and roughly turned my head to face him, and he kissed me deeply, sucking on my tongue and biting my lower lip. At the same time, he reached behind me with his left hand and in one quick move, unclipped my bra, causing it to fall off my shoulders due to the weight of my heavy breasts. Instinctively I moved my hands to cover my tits, but he pulls them away and begins tweaking my nipples, sending little shock waves down my spine and to my engorged clit. I now begin to kiss him back, sucking on his tongue as his hands roam my 36DD tits, and soon one of his hands moves down to my thong covered clit. I moan into his mouth as he starts to rub my clit while tweaking my nipples and fondling my breasts. It’s not long before I feel an orgasm building, and I cum just as he shoves two fingers into my wet pussy. To be continued... |
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camper reporting!!!
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