It had been a few weeks since Lara had been promoted to the position of a farm whore on Sunny Farms and she had been enjoying her new daily duties immensely. Both David and Peter fucked her daily, most days more than once each. Peter had started to arrive at the farm earlier than ever before, just so he could start his day by pumping a big load of cum deep inside Lara's pussy or throat before getting to work. Most days he...

I had been out for the night in Belfast with my two friends, Karen and Lorna. We had spent most of the night, dancing and Karen and Lorna had paired up with two guys. I had been dancing and making out with a nice guy called Nicky who had asked me to go to a party with him, but when I told him that I was married and would be expected home, he lost interest in me and drifted off. At closing time I said goodbye to my friends...

It was still early in the evening, and I was quite hungry. I decided to get dressed and go out for dinner. After a quick shower, I slipped on the black lace thong and bra, along with a pair of matching silk thigh-highs. Wanting to show off my legs, I chose the slinky dress and stiletto heels that Sara had sold me earlier. As the dress slid down over my body, I studied my look in the full-length mirror. The dress was light...

CHAPTER ONE... The Present...​ The cold, wet washcloth between my legs felt good against my used and slightly bruised pussy lips. 'Just-Call-Me-Jim' had been a vigorous lover. Looking into the bathroom mirror, I couldn't see any more cum on my pussy and thighs, and I adjusted my dress. After another look in the mirror to make certain I'd cleaned my face of all traces of sex, I did a quick touch-up of my make-up. Straighte...

This was originally considered a folktale, at least that is what my grandfather claimed. After he passed and nearly all his generation had died, the “truth” emerged in a diary including pictures of the family members that were involved in the family’s secret. The pictures were black and white but clear, making no mistake about the characters that were in the diary. Those involved were Grandma Harriet, her husband Daryl, a...

Creamy globules decorate my thighs, clinging jelly-like to skin as they resist gravities urge to descend helter-skelter towards impeccably shod feet. Leaning across her sedentary form my tongue pries lips apart and dances in her dribbling cavity of desire. Furious public blushing ensues as she struggles, trapped betwixt propriety and lust. She tastes of cappuccino; fevered froth and the bitter pleasure of infidelity. And...

Out of season seaside hotel; crumbling masonry, fading glamour and audibly complaining bed springs. With looming deadlines we pull an all-nighter; writhing obstinately on starch stiff sheets. Her tongue slathering expertly through dewdrop glistening petals, fingers probing, juice-coated, into demanding, insatiable holes. Persistently driven to where sight becomes starburst. Breath, endless ragged gasps. The only sensation...

She wasn't the most popular girl at the brothel, but she brought steady work. Even here at the borderlands, she was seen as exotic - not because her kind was that rarely seen in these parts, but because half-orcs very rarely worked as prostitutes. So there was always demand. Some were turned on by the slightly greenish shade of her skin; some by her strength; some were women who were under the impression that procuring he...

If a man wanted to bring a whore to a Holiday office party (and let’s be honest, what man didn’t) then he had to plan in advance if he wanted to reserve the best one. After all, prices went up for the genuinely glamorous or especially attractive ones at that time of year. None of us were dogs, though. The Erective Services Act, which (as you know) nationalized prostitution and created the Courtesan Corps, funded all kinds...

It was Friday afternoon and Tom finished his deck staining job early. It had been really hot working outside all week and he was glad to finally be done. When he went up to the door to collect payment, the attractive customer he had been working for came out of the shower and answered the door only wearing a towel. Horny as hell driving home in his truck, he decided to take a little fun detour. Pulling over, he got out hi...

Was I a nymphomaniac or a sex addict? Maybe I was just an out-of-control exhibitionist. Either way, I was certainly a bit of a slut! I had an itch I was struggling to scratch. Boyfriends and one-night stands were not doing it for me, I was only interested in having sex with older men, much older men. And it was the spontaneous, unexpected sex opportunities that really interested me. Those moments where you just go for it,...