Antisocial

I sat nervously, hoping that the interview I was about to have would lead to a job. I'd been out of work so long that I was behind in everything. My apartment rent was 6 months in arrears. My car had been repossessed. My hair hadn't been cut in months. My girlfriend took off. I'd ironed the shirt I wore that day by steaming up the bathroom using the shower, and used my hands to pull out most of the wrinkles. Most, but not all. I had my freshly washed hair pulled back in a pony tail hoping the man interviewing me for the IT job would see me as one of those geeks. "Mr. Wallace will see you now, sir," the secretary informed me. I rose and followed her to the office door. She opened it, I entered it. "Come in, young man. Come in and have a seat. I've been looking over your resume` and am most anxious to meet you." "Um, thank you Mr. Wallace," I said hopefully, as I sat in one of two chairs that were side by side. "I understand that you l

My name is Peter (Pete) Dunning. I'm 34 years old, 5'9" tall and weigh about 145 pounds. I'm quite fit, although not large. I have very little body fat, and I can run a long way and lift more weight than might be expected. I'm good at things like ping pong, baseball and tennis. Sports that require good hand eye coordination and quickness. I work as a lawyer for my own firm, employing three others. We do mostly real estate closings, but also some personal injury cases. The firm has been profitable from the start, largely due to a boom in housing in our area. We have a contract with the area's largest home builder, giving them a cut rate in return for volume. My firm has two paralegals, Diane Jones and Russ Mason. We also have a general helper, typist and office manager, Leeann Mason, Russ's wife. All the employees are a little younger than I, and have been with me almost from the start. In addition to these full-time people, I have two investigators on ret

With all of her usual playmates otherwise occupied, Dana decides to try mingling at a party in hopes of finding someone new to bed. It's not her strong suit, but her options are limited. Alas, even in a fantasy world like Literotica, not every experience can be a peak experience, and this adventure is not one she will remember fondly. Things will go much better in the next installment, which will be posted soon. CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR Dana jerked awake when her alarm went off the next morning. She was alone in the makeshift double bed. Randy had gone home exhausted and satisfied at oh-dark-thirty, leaving two very satisfied women in his wake. And Zoe, apparently, had risen and left for her classes without waking Dana. Or if she had, Dana didn't remember it. She was strongly tempted to reset her alarm and go back to sleep, but she knew herself well enough to know she had to make a habit of getting to the gym if she intended to do it regularly. By the time she'd showered and d

Note: This story turned out to be longer than I anticipated. It's the first part in a short series. This part is just a build up for later events. There's no sex in this part but there will be plenty of it in all the following parts. Hope you enjoy the story! * * * * * Preface : The year is 4125; It's been over two millennia since humanity discovered FTL travel and joined the galactic community. During those early days, humanity realized that they were a unique species in many ways. Humans quickly gained a reputation of being fierce warriors in battle, imaginative strategists and tacticians, skilled traders and negotiators, intrepid explorers and brilliant scientists and researchers. But besides all that, one thing set humanity apart from the others. Every specie in the galaxy, except for humans, had very specific periods, during which they went into heat and mated. Humans on the other hand could mate at any time. Consequently, humans were the only ones who had any knowle

This story contains themes of nonconsensual sex and trauma, lots of rough painful sex and some extremely questionable roleplay. There is also a brief mention of blood. Proceed with caution. * The weeks that followed Violation Day were characterized by this unceasing, all-consuming sexual frenzy, the likes of which Nicholas had never experienced. All day, every day, all he wanted was Valerie, all he wanted to think about was her cock, and the feeling of being fucked. The weekdays were rough on him, because Valerie spent most of the day in class. Ideally, they would be able to find some time between her classes, around 11:00 on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, usually 10:00 on Tuesday and 2:30 on Thursday, to sneak off to one of Valerie's spots, her little nook in the park by the creek, on the other side of the fallen tree, or the locking handicap-accessible bathroom in the Theatre building, or Gilbert's classroom, and they would play around, Nicholas could get fucked, walk away