As he thrusts his long, hard meat deep along my sopping love tunnel and the crowd roars, I make a mental note to ask, as soon as I get my breath back, what he calls himself. The crowd roars renewed encouragement and I can't wait much longer for one football team or another to score, because when they do I know that he is going to thrust with all the force of his bent knees. With my legs wide apart and my bare ass being gr...

“You mean me?”I glance at the girls around me at the bar, but he is looking straight at me. He nods his head and beckons me over. When I reach him, he heads outside, walking ahead of me. He reaches behind him, so I take his hand; he grips my hand tightly. What is going on? I wonder.Outside in the pub's summer garden he chooses a table for two and holds a chair for me. When I sit he sits—not quite opposite me, more oblique...

Business Matters... Saturday“Typical fucking kid”, snorted Bobby. The snort was more of a grunt as a result of his nearness to spurting his cum into a newly stolen pair of customers' panties.In back of his shop he had found the undies caught up in a bath towel and when he sniffed them, besides the heady aroma of pussy juice his nose was assailed by the stench of days-old male cum. Desperately he singled out an area of the...

Damn! “Customer!” he typed and saw it come up on the screen against her name then he moved quickly through to the shop area. “Morning ma'am, how may I be of service?”, the customer was a tall blonde that he seemed to recognise. “Hi, I am afraid that I have let the dry cleaning get on top of me and there is rather a lot, is there any chance that you could rush it through, I am getting short of a few items?”. Her smile reve...

A Series of Short StoriesbyJenni GeeLAYLA CALLSI almost leap out of the chair at the sound of the door chime; who the hell can this be? Stuffing my cock back into my pants and the Playboy magazine under the cushions I make for the door. "Hi ya Mark, Nichole in?" It’s Layla one of my wife’s many female friends. I’m sure that Nichole had told her friends that she would be away for a week. "Erm... well..." I stuttered "Don’t...

A SERIES OF SHORT STORIES by Jenni Gee FREYJA'S SURPRISE Although I am dressed in the smartest and newest clothes I can afford, or at least what my poor plastic will allow, I feel shabbily dressed in here. Whenever I am in Paris, no matter how I try I can't resist coming to this designer boutique to look at what I would wear if only I had the money. The styles! The quality fabrics!. Naughtily, sometimes I try on a dress o...

What shall I wear? He is so hard to please and if I don’t please him he doesn’t please me as I want. My wardrobe is extensive and I don’t remember what is was that I wore last time we were together. OK, the clothes are cheap but I have buy where I can afford the prices; in the main at shops with sales on. My indecision makes me even more nervous and befuddles my brain so that I have to grab blindly at items and take them...