He pulls my lead and throws me over the table. "I'm going to spank her and fuck her," he announces, telling the room what a slut I have been. His hands strike my bottom firmly and my tears fall. Pushing my buttocks apart, he rams his big cock deep into my wet pussy, pounding so hard that I jolt on the table. Finally he climaxes and empties himself into me with a groan. He leads me to the corner of the room. Facing the wal...

Pete couldn't imagine taking another spanking from her. The last one hurt so badly. Eventually, though, the thirst to be punished came back. He didn't know how to go about asking for another, but he didn't have to. The opportunity presented itself one lazy Saturday afternoon. As she often did, his neighbor was spending the afternoon sunbathing by her pool in the backyard. Pete knew this was his chance. Throwing his fears...

“Cheers to the happy married couple to be,” Helen raised a glass of beer. The three clinked glasses and took a long drink of their beers. Jack’s Bar and Grill seemed like the appropriate place to have their celebratory meal. Even though Helen wanted ‘that five-star restaurant food’ Trisha insisted that they weren’t going to spend that kind of money (and I secretly promised that we would spend that kind of money later). It...

Pete's neighbor was a hot single mom in her forties. Being the horny teenager he was, Pete took every opportunity he could to catch a glimpse of her. He thought he was being inconspicuous, but his clumsy attempts to steal some eye candy were quite obvious. While she noticed, she really didn't mind the attention. She admired his innocence and internally desired to give him what he wanted. As he grew into young adulthood, h...

Rishavni referred to him only as ‘The Help’. The generic, gender-neutral term pandered to her husband’s chauvinistic worldview, and she suspected that it had never occurred to him that The Help might be anything other than a dowdy, middle-aged woman. As long as their large house was spotlessly clean when he returned from his highly-paid job in the City, Rishavni’s husband had little interest in who was responsible for its...

Apart from her treasure that was her loyal and trusted butler, Parsons, it had to be said that the Lady of the Manor had a revolving door where her household staff came and went. Penelope Ward-Williamson had neither the patience nor the need to keep a regular staff. Some had been worthwhile, while others had passed by like ships in the night. Since the untimely death of her older husband, she was the sole proprietor of Wi...

"Oh yeah, baby, suck it, yeah," he said as she gobbled and sucked on his cock. In the year 2028, Amir passed through the town of Tahoma, California. The town had grown a reputation amongst bachelor men of being a hidden paradise for some fun. At the age of thirty-four, Amir was single but had a reputation for sleeping around with a lot of different women. To date, he had slept with over a hundred different women and poste...

To say I'm a bit of a slut is an understatement at this point in my life. As a young woman, I have always been one to push the limits of my body. In my early years, I was very curious about the opposite sex, and even those of the same sex. I'd often fantasize about them and their bodies. What I would like to be with them and what they think about sex. I often found myself in bed at night thinking of a celebrity and how th...

Helen sat waiting in the gym car park. She and her older son Michael had arrived a few minutes before her younger son, Darren finished work for the day. She looked in the mirror at Michael, who was in the back seat with earphones in. "Why don't you apply for a job here?" Helen asked him. "Huh?" Michael asked, taking out an earbud. "I said, why don't you apply for a job here?" Helen replied. "Plus you'll gain a bit of musc...

A few weeks back I was just trying to get some basics at the local Target. I go there to avoid all the weird things and people at some other discount stores. I wasn't expecting much to happen but I soon found myself in a world of lust It was early in the day still and I needed some basic things. Not feeling like dressing up, I tossed on a bra tank top and a pair of jeans that sat a little too low. They reminded me of my h...

Samantha, now seventy-eight years old, sat in the office of Mr. Anderson, a family lawyer. Her four adult children—Megan, Kayla, Brian, and Olivia—surrounded her with an air of support, their united presence a source of strength during this trying moment. The weight of time was evident in Samantha's aged hands and weary eyes. Megan, forty-seven, sat on one side with her hand resting gently on Samantha's shoulder. Kayla, f...