Nice I thought, waking to my cock being fondled. My eyes opened in alarm. Wait, I’m at mates’ with him and his missus! My cock was squeezed, causing me to get harder. The mysterious hand began tugging my erection, masturbating me with vigour.  Shit, it’s either my mate or his wife! There was no one else in the house.  Let it be his wife! I prayed. The hand felt soft, the actions well practiced. Soon I was spurting. A voic...

This is crazy. I now understood women’s attitude to being viewed as meat in a cattle market. Twenty men, standing naked, slowly masturbating. Clothed women circled us, drinks in hand, inspecting us, fondling genitals. When satisfied with their selection, the man would walk off behind her, and disappear behind one of a series of curtains.  Soon I was picked, and followed my woman behind the curtain, entering a cubicle wher...

Pulling down my trunks while I showered on the beach, she tugged my cock to hardness. She was known for her pranks. Sometimes she went too far. She ran off leaving me standing on a crowed beach with an erection. Later there was a knock on my hotel room door. On opening she was standing there in her one piece. She’d come to apologise, noticed I was still hard and grabbed my cock. With a gleam in her eye she tugged me to a...

How did this happen? My face between her legs, my tongue lapping at her sex, probing, flicking over her clit. Blackmail, that’s how. She found me slumped asleep, naked at my computer, dried spunk on my cock and hand. Carpet sticky beneath me. She took photos on her phone before shaking me awake and demanding I pleasure her or the world would see me for what I was, a wanker. I can’t deny it, she’s right, I AM a wanker. Sti...

She just had to do it. Sit on my lap. There were plenty of seats available at the party, all of which she ignored. She never spoke or asked permission, just sat down. Then she began. Wriggling. Grinding. Gyrating. Not enough so others noticed, but enough to make my cock react. I could feel it swelling. So could she; she pushed down harder and ground against my lap. It was too much. I could feel my cock start to pulse as I...

I was online late one night when I got an instant message from my friend’s wife. Why are you up? she asked. Can’t sleep… I replied. Quite a length of time passed before her next message. Wanking? I was, but how could I admit that to my best friend’s wife? You are, aren’t you? appeared with a grinning smiley. Yes.. I finally admitted, with a guilty excitement building. Can I see? she asked. Aroused beyond belief, I replied...

It’s an odd feeling, waking up thinking that you are still dreaming, then realising that the dream is reality. In this instance, I woke to find my friend’s mom sucking greedily on my hard cock. I was horrified but then excited. I reached out and tapped her shoulder, letting her know I was close. She understood and carried on until I exploded in her mouth. I watched her as she swallowed my spunk, gulping it down. Finally,...