Matt took a strange call from his dentist in the early hours of the morning, at eight o’clock precisely, asking to rearrange an appointment. After some discussion, it became apparent that Sharon, the oral hygienist, couldn’t make the time of day that he had originally booked and his dentist, a Dr. Angela Price, had insisted that Sharon and Jenny were the only assistants that she would work with. Matt smiled to himself and...
“So what do you think?” Simon dropped the brochure in front of me. The words Tropical Paradise stood out straight away as I picked it up. “Looks good,” I said. The palm trees and secluded beaches piqued my interest. Simons strong hands rested on my shoulders as his lips pressed against my ears. “I thought it might give me a chance to have you all to myself for a week.” His hands slid down my body and delved into the front...
John was enjoying a quiet pint in his local pub, out of the way from the hustle and bustle of his wife and visiting niece. The pint was going down rather well and he was happy with just his mobile phone for company. It was around half past ten, just as he was finishing the dregs of his last pint when his eyes met Emily, his niece, from across the bar. Emily made a beeline for her Uncle John and soon she had offered to buy...
A notification popped up on Miranda's computer screen with an alarmingly loud noise. Ker-plink! High-pitched and sudden, like her computer was disapproving of her incessant lack of work. She’d been meaning to finish up these emails before her first service meeting today, but that clearly hadn’t happened. Between the report dropped on her by her manager Kelly, her phone buzzing non-stop by her boyfriend, and fucking Jason’...
So the Dryth appear to be Time Lords, or maybe they raided Gallifrey and took the TARDIS with them. In any case, far as I can tell, their ship is much bigger on the inside than it has any right to be.Or maybe I’m just running in circles.Yep, I’m running. Yes, naked, with stuff dripping down my legs. Yes, I’m holding on to my boobs. No, it’s not a pretty sight. No, it doesn’t make a ton of sense in my head, but my body saw...
It had been a little over a week since Bella was bought at the auction and had come to live with Master Mark. He had taken her cherry and made her a woman. He had shown her the joys of sex and had begun her transformation into his slut by having her shave her pussy. Now the time had come to continue her transformation… her date with the body piercer had come. She was to have her nipples pierced today. Bella was nervous ab...
They lay together in the bed of their cheap hotel room, the glow from the neon sign outside their window the only illumination. He watched her dozing, the heady satisfaction of satiated lust clear on her face. The window was behind her so her skin shone with the light filtering in through the window and there appeared to be a halo of red light around her. Fitting, he thought, since she was his vice, the she-devil on hi...
Before I could see it, I could feel it between my tits, the ripple of motion traveling up his huge shaft, making his cum-channel bulge out against my sternum as it rose like the magma from a boiling volcano. I was making the mistake of looking right at it when he groaned, a veritable lion’s roar into his orgasm. As a result, the first shot blasted from his cock in a fat airborne rope, time seemed to slow down, and I could...
... New message from Sandra — Don’t forget what we talked about! Go talk to Aaron. Luv you. ... I read the text message from my wife and put back the phone in my pocket. Aaron was her son. After living with his father for a few years when he was a teenager, he came back to his mom’s at the beginning of the summer, as we were living closer to his college. I never had children with my first wife, so kids were not my spe...
"The F-Express Train going to Orly-TGV will depart in two minutes." I was sick of this automated voice, sick of the F-Train and sick of all these commuters making my life hell. At least it was the end of my shift—one last round trip, and I'll go home. There, I'll connect to Grindr, find the first bottom willing to get fucked, and I'll release all the stress of my day in his ass. Yes, that sounded like a great plan. “Sir,...
“So, where the fuck is your sister, James?” “She won’t be back for several hours, she needed to go see our mom.” “Oh, so do you want to wait for her here? Have a beer, maybe? Do you drink beer?” “Yes, of course, why?” “Well, I thought… never mind. I’ll be back.” Was Tom asking that because I was gay, maybe? The guy was a bigger moron than I thought, surely thinking that I was some kind of fairy only drinking Cosmopolitan...
*CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!* My tits were slapping together hard, almost as though they wanted to join in with the adulation of the crowd. Most on their feet, all roaring, some of them actively masturbating as they watched the incredible spectacle below that I was a part of. Drone-mounted cameras whizzed as they circled all around me, projecting to monitors huge and small all over the Pleasure Arena, views from every angle of the...
I haven’t always been the world’s greatest covert operative, famous glamour model, or even small-part actress with a bigger following than most superstars. Back in 1969 I was just a girl of 19, but I was already commanding men’s attention like I simply owned it from the start. Most were drawn to my ludicrous MM cup breasts (They weren’t quite done growing even then) while others liked my long legs, sculpted butt, fit phys...
There were three things of which I could be absolutely certain. 1. If I didn't escape soon, I was going to brutally executed. 2. I could escape whenever I wanted. 3. One of my captors was packing a huge cock, so I was really on the fence about things one and two. *** "Stand up, bitch! It's time for your trial!" one of the brutes shouted at me as he knocked his fist against the metal wall that emitted the containment field...
It had been the worst fucking shift. Customers had been rude and mostly leaving shit tips. One asshole actually had the nerve to write on his receipt that my “big rack” had made him “forget his wallet” and he’d dashed without paying at all. Then, because the universe hates me apparently, one of the buttons on my shirt popped off and zinged across the room, rubbing in the fact that yes, I do in fact have a big huge stupid...
