“What are you doing at home? Did you get fired again? Stop fingering your cunt and answer me. If you can’t hold a job, we won’t make rent.” The scene was perfect. The lighting, the audio, and even the grunts and moans of the porn Susan was watching on her phone were crystal-clear. Kia, dressed more like a goth, demonic dominatrix than her usual punkish sex kitten, delivered her lines with the perfect, scolding tonality. I...
I was still so horny that I couldn’t keep my fingers out of my aching twat. Everything, even vaguely phallus-shaped, in the house, caught my eye, and my mind wondered if I wanted to fuck it. The thrill of having multiple, hard cocks, all focused on giving me pleasure, unleashed a sexual tempest within me. I couldn't cram anything inside my cunt deep enough, and no matter how violently I abused my sensitive clit, I just go...
Other than my husband’s dried cum all over my ass, I was only wearing a thin, cream-colored dress. The soft, late-spring breeze wafted through my open windows as I cleaned, bringing the music from across the street along with it. Bobby Crenshaw’s band, Dangerous Cougar, was practicing in his garage. Now and then, I’d find an excuse to clean or dust the big, bay windows, just to drool over the sexy, young musicians. Every...
"That's it! Fuck your fucking slut. Ram that big cock inside me hard and deep. I want to feel your cum shooting inside me. Harder! Fuck me. I’m such a slut, your slut. Do you like your slutty wife always being horny? Fuck me hard." Our sex life had always been great, but now it had reached mountainous heights. My husband loved it, and so did I. The hornier I became, the more attentive he grew. It became a self-feeding loo...
I strolled into the lounge and took a seat at the bar, glancing around while waiting for the bartender's attention. A few couples in one corner, a group in another, and an attractive woman sitting alone at a table. Her shapely legs were on display, the slit skirt revealing the black top of her sheer hose and the black heels strapped to her ankles. She looked about fifty, with dark hair and a pretty face. I placed my order...
I was so aroused that I wished I had the time to stop and masturbate or find some carousing stranger to fuck my aching cunt. Running for my life always made me horny. I was almost crestfallen when my destination came into view. The sex club, The Steel Woman, was at the far end of Carnal Row. A pulsating sea of horny revelers writhed in the street between the club and my fleeing self. My newly-acquired contraband was in my...
Exhausted! Just frigging… well I said it already. I was lucky to have a cool boss like Lynn, who gave me my own office with the caveat of her barging in infrequently. Oh, did I mention that I worked from her home? I didn’t, huh? Yes, my space in her abode made me feel quite fancy in its rich wood-coloured glory. She was a lawyer with little desire for socialization – except with me of course – so she held me close. Hey, i...
Bukkake was something I had wanted to do for a long time, but it was not until my fortieth year that I could tick this one off my sexual bucket list! It all began at the Northwich sauna with a handsome guy in his late twenties called Carl. He and I had just finished an amazing, steamy session, lasting nearly an hour, where we stroked and kissed and sucked and fucked to a point of near exhaustion! With our loads now in eac...
I arrive at your apartment again and you invite me in. It seems that you feel you have been missing out recently, with all my attention focused on helping Kira and Mia. I think that is a little unfair, as you first suggested and arranged their Training Courses and were there to help and to film the occasions. Indeed, you joined in to some degree and I'm sure you found pleasure in them. “Yes, I'm sorry, Simon,” you say, “I...
Thursday afternoons are always the dullest day of the week, where my need for you is felt most keenly. For some reason, the weather always seems to mirror my mood. Streaks of rain flash across my window, glittering streaks against an otherwise gray sky. Dressed only in my pink nighty, I assess myself in the mirror, turning to see the delicate lace of my nighty as it cups the line of my ass. The underwear is too pretty to...
Emilia immediately sends a text to all of her fuck buddies the moment she gets home. It is quite simple to understand, being direct to the point. 'I'm in love with someone now. We can't have sex anymore.' It is going to be difficult to give up her adventurous fuckfests, but she is more than willing to do it to be in a proper relationship with Mark. That is what someone like him deserves: a caring and faithful girlfriend,...
She stood outside the door of the Rage clubhouse, trembling with both fear and excitement, wearing a translucent yellow sundress…and nothing else. As she had been doing all week, she asked herself one last time if she really wanted to do this. And as she had answered herself all week, fuck yeah! In addition to the fear and uncertainty, she also felt unbelievably wanton: hot, unsettled, and horny, to the point where she wa...
The door slammed shut behind Kimberley, who stood there, naked and hollow-eyed. She hadn’t expected that she’d be the one doing this. Since there were 11 girls, it had seemed like such a funny, daring idea, and so very unlikely that she’d lose the low-card draw.But she had.Finally realizing that she was wasting time, she picked up the thick, black marker, and looked down at her abdomen. How was she going to do this upside...
When I last stayed with Aunty Beryl I was 19. I am now 23 and working for a consultancy company which means I have to travel a fair bit. At short notice I was asked to work on a project in the West Midlands for a week or more and I was struggling to find a hotel room. On the off chance I phoned Aunty Beryl to ask if I could stay there for the week and she said I’d be welcome. I was now a successful businessman with my ow...
David and I finished our round of golf with me losing the bet. We headed back to my place to settle up. We were sitting, drinking a glass of Macallan 64 Year Old in Lalique scotch in the den. "I don't believe Alberto will give you head," said David as he took another sip from his glass. "Alberto is the best butler I've had working for me, he will." Alberto entered with a towel, tray of sandwiches and an ice bucket with bo...
