It’s hard to laugh with a mouth full of cock, but I couldn’t help it when hearing the announcement, “Ladies and gentlemen, we are starting our descent...” just as my lips started their descent onto Adam’s dick. The rest of the announcement was irrelevant. I couldn’t remember if I’d left my seat vertical when I followed him to the rear toilet — my only backward glance a guilty one up the aisle for the return of my travelli...

Bec shivered despite the Top End December heat as her partner pulled up to the house outside of town. “Nice place for a Christmas party,” he remarked of the large elevated farmhouse by the river. Whilst the rest of Australia enjoyed long summer days, the nature of the tropics meant that, at five-thirty, the light of approaching sunset already gave the surrounding sparse boab trees a golden hue. “Members of our mums and bu...

“It’s getting late,” Naomi said, hoping Emmanuel would take the hint, stop playing with his new tablet, and notice the decreasingly subtle way she was invading his personal space, but just got a non-committal grunt. I really didn’t think his Christmas present through, did I? she thought, annoyed. She tried a different tack. “I think I might have digested enough dinner to have room for dessert. Are you ready for the puddin...

Water gushed all around Tom as he drifted down the river. Warm, wet, velvety walls enclosed his rigid member, and he let his gaze follow the direction of his thrust, past a belly button, then up, up, over an impossibly elongated torso, then further up, even as the water disappeared and he fell... back into wakefulness, staring at the cracked paint on the ceiling of his student bedroom. The sound of pouring water hadn’t go...

“Tempting,” Jordan whispered to himself, caressing the picture on the screen, “so very tempting.” Two weeks had passed since he first met her eyes looking out of his laptop. Somehow she had slipped past his ad blocker while he explored the darker recesses of his favourite porn streaming site, but something about her pure, unblemished face had made him forget everything else. Curious, he had clicked, and, just like that, s...

Tell Sir to fuck him good, Miss. The implications of those words sent to his phone from Beth were still making their way through Ben’s brain as his university tutor’s husband dropped his business trousers to reveal navy briefs, bulging at the crotch. “Do you know what the rule is when Smita picks a new fucktoy?” the older man asked while his audience focused on the dark, damp patch visible where the head of his dick was p...

“How do you like my wife’s cunt, boy?” Patrick growled in Ben’s ear, giving his left buttock a fifth spank. His hips thrust forward, with nowhere for the shockwave to go other than into Smita since Ben’s cock was still buried in her pussy, being milked of the last drops of his young seed. “Answer!” SMACK! “Did you enjoy fucking my wife?” To Ben’s great credit, his first thought was of the older woman beneath him rather th...

Green hedges flashed past the passenger window, occasional gaps and gates giving Ben glimpses of the fields of Warwickshire, the distant trees rendered grey by the March rain. Really not much to keep his attention from Smita’s wedding ring, glinting on her light brown finger below a deep red, painted nail whenever she turned the steering wheel. I really shouldn’t be doing this. He tried to steal a glance at her unseen, bu...

“Enough is enough! I ’ave ’ad it with these motherfuckin’ trouser snakes on this motherfuckin’ plane!” Chas—only her mum called her Charlotte—spat the words out in a spray of cum the moment the tenth cock in as many minutes slid from her mouth. Its owner slumped, as limp as their spent member, legs splayed to bare the dribbling cunt beneath. “That’s cultural appropriation!” Dave called from the other aisle once his mouth...

“Close your eyes.” Jamie obeyed, fiddling with one of the silk bows at his waist. The tiles were cool through his knee-high socks, making him wish he hadn’t removed his shoes as he listened to the approaching glock, glock of Sunil’s Mary Janes on the dining room tiles. There was a rustle as the skirt of his boyfriend’s cornflower blue dress met his complementary pastel pink one—a gift that morning, so cute it would have d...

“We are the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world,” I said, grinning knowingly. “We are?” The wrinkles of confusion above Danny’s elegant nose, marring his usually confident face, instantly took the wind from my sails. “You know – Fight Club.” “Oh, the movie, right? Never seen it.” He ran his hand over his close-cropped hair, a habit of his that never failed to draw my attention to the perfect dome of his head. “You...

As the sun set around the world that day, no one could have known that it would be the last dusk the species Homo sapiens would ever see. Least of all me, who did not have the privilege of witnessing it, having been sucked into some unknown dimension after three nights in the underground temple complex of a demon-worshipping sex cult. I stood before the object of their devotion, in the shadow of the horns of a creature st...

For the second time in less than a week, I woke up in a different location to where I had lost consciousness. Far less comfortable than the previous awakening, this time, I lay on bare, uneven rock. At least it's warm, I thought, and then winced, as the dried come that encrusted my body and had welded me to this floor pulled at my skin when I attempted to get up. I remained still and tried to assess my surroundings. Vague...

“Bastard!” Sister Geraldine exclaimed, as she let the lifeless corpse drop to her feet. “What’d he do?” asked Sister Melanie, yanking her own knife from her victim and wiping the blade on her habit. “Prick spurted all over my wimple!” came the reply. “Totally ruined it for the ritual.” “Oh, yeah,” Melanie answered sarcastically, sliding her blade back into its sheath strapped to her calf above her stiletto heels, giving a...

“FUUUCKK!!!” Both women came together, squirting into the candlelit pentangle to conclude the eight-hour black mass. Sulphuric smoke billowed out, and a huge, red figure appeared in the centre. “Hail Satan!” Tara began. “We–” “Ho! Ho! Ho!” the figure intoned. “What? Give me the summoning spell!” Kimmi passed the crumpled sheet from the altar. “That second bottle of tequila was a mistake. I can't spell for shit when I'm dr...