Dusk Chairman

  To celebrate a dear friend's birthday today, I thought I'd write a very short vignette about our time together. There's more fact than fiction in this little tale, I hope you all enjoy. -Dusk ********************** ********************** ********************** **********   "Hey handsome, wanna ride?" The blonde that was leaning out the window looked nothing like his girlfriend. The tiny red sportscar she was driving also looked nothing like his girlfriend's car. But the mischievous grin, even on someone else's face, was unmistakable. He slid into the passenger seat and buckled in, only moments before she jammed a stiletto heel into the accelerator and tore out of the parking lot, around the corner, and onto the freeway. She shifted and slid her hand from the gearshift to his thigh. "I hope you're ready for my birthday dinner. I wore my big fake tits for you," she purred, wiggling in her seat causing her massive bosom to jiggle and sway for...

 Gwen had been very naughty. Her Master was not happy. "You were specifically instructed to not play by yourself this week. I had a whole scene planned based on you being overly excitable and very frustrated." Usually, Gwen's sex toy collection was meticulously organized and properly displayed on her shelves, but at the moment an assortment of vibrators, dildos, and bondage gear lay strewn about the room, piles of latex and lingerie discarded carelessly on or around the bed. "Does this look like 'no play' to you?" Gwen kneeled on the floor, naked except for a leather collar with a steel ring. She glanced around the room and surveyed the damage of her sexual escapades, before returning her eyes to the ground. "No, Sir." "Well, since you saw fit to ignore my instructions and play with yourself without me," he chided, "I will be playing with yourself without you." He crossed the room to the wardrobe of full of various skinsuits...

He entered the bedroom to find a young woman lying spread-eagle on the bed. Her curves were exaggerated to cartoonish proportions, thick thighs and hips bulged dramatically beneath a tiny waist, topped with massive breasts pointing towards the ceiling in defiance of gravity. She was clothed only in a black lace garterbelt, thigh-high stockings, and high-heeled ankle boots. Binding her to the bed, she wore heavy leather cuffs at her wrists and ankles, with a collar to match. The cuffs were attached by carabiners to ropes tied to the frame of the bed, with just enough slack to show that she must have attached them herself. Moving closer, he could now see that that she stared upwards, unblinking, and that her skin was incredibly smooth, without blemishes or any fine hairs. It was obvious now that she wore a skinsuit, her curvaceous figure formed by layers of thick silicone beneath. The matching mask tucked under the collar fit seamlessly into the suit, and as he passed a hand across her g...

 "Are you waiting on someone?" He looked up from his drink.  Immediately at eye-level he was presented with the most impressive cleavage he had ever seen, a pair of large gravity-defying breasts under a black silk dress, hard nipples straining against the fabric.  The v-neck plunged just lower than was fashionable, showing a brief glimpse of a red lace bra just beneath. Staring longer than was technically polite, he dragged his gaze up to the very full lips that spoke the words, cherry red lipstick shining like hard candy. With a final burst of willpower, he eventually reached the ice-blue eyes and delicate features framed by long blonde hair. A single eyebrow arched wryly in amusement.  The lips formed words again, while he reeled from the beauty before him. "Does your mouth work too, or just your eyes?" His mouth, at the mention, was suddenly very dry. He took a sip of whisky and attempted to string together a sentence.  "Um, yes. I mean, no. I mean, the seat...

 "Hey, Cassie! Be sure to tell the dev team to pull the most recent designs this morning, the designers made some updates last night." Cassie glared at the retreating back of the project manager, muttering under her breath, "I'm not a secretary... or a messenger pigeon." At 23, she was already a senior iOS developer for Live Tuna Games, makers of many wildly popular games, including their latest hit - the color-matching game Carp Crush Challenge. Unbeknownst to her colleagues, she was also one of the most popular videogame streamers, a couple of top 1% camgirls, as well as several other identities she kept mainly to herself. Though her coworkers would never believe it anyway, as those roles looked nothing like the woman who came into the office every day. The mousy brunette pushed her glasses further up on her nose with disgust. She would have made a bigger point of the issue with the PM ("don't you know how to use email?"), except for two things. ...