Mark Thane, Gun-For-Hire, former mercenary, expedition leader – he was stood in front of Laura Roft, with his large dick in his hand, and was showering her with his deliciously hot golden stream. For some reason, he had tied her up and she could not move but there again, why would she when his cock spray felt so amazing as it impacted against her flesh? His piss was so warm, flowing over her face. Her eyes were shut tight...

The deepest, darkest, depths of Peru. It was to be Laura’s first excursion into the untamed jungles of the world having finally come of age. As a child, she had travelled significantly with her father, but she had always been left at home when he went on his tomb-raiding excursions. Her father had since perished at the hands of the mysterious group known as ‘The Pentagram’ and now it was her time to continue his legacy. T...

The following week saw a most unexpected event. Suzanne had rushed into the office early, her bladder bursting from all the water she had drunk during her long journey into work. Her boss was off on a training course and her colleague Helen had booked the day off to have her car serviced. It was too good an opportunity to miss! Normally, Suzanne’s daytime toilets would involve using the Ladies’ downstairs loo, selecting e...

Suzanne had stripped naked, the office building all locked up for the weekend. She could make her escape via a fire exit once she had finished her fun, the evidence of her upcoming exploits safely dried away by the following Monday.Her bladder was fit to bursting and she was desperate to start. Opening the Managing Director's office she slipped inside, her nipples hardened on her small pert breasts as she ran on bare feet...

Selena approached the box she was about to use for her toilet. She was naked from the waist downwards, her round curved buttocks facing towards the office door, her black triangle of wiry pubic hairs hiding her slit that was moments away from releasing a torrent of hot piss. Once in position, she wasted no time, the burning need inside now desperate. The urge in her bladder rushed towards its release, an ecstatic moment a...

IN THE PALACE OF THE GODS (atop Mount Venusia) The Queen of the Gods had been treating her two lovers, the demi-goddesses Herena and Hastashia, to a hot golden shower over their lusciously formed bare tits when she had received her summons from her lord and master.   ‘Would you like a sample?’ she offered Lermes, the winged messenger who was smaller than most of her cousins yet still commanded a body built for all manner...

Greg sat at Bristol airport waiting to board the plane. He looked at his phone and the last message from Danny. He grinned as he read how excitable Lisa had become in the past few days. He sent him a quick message saying it was just a few hours till Lisa would be full. Greg looked at the messages from Lisa herself, including the full body nude that Nick had taken. Greg sent a message to Lisa saying she had better be reste...

Chloe, at twenty-five years of age, had just ended her first serious relationship and was adrift in more ways than one. Answering her sexual needs without somebody else to stimulate her physical desires had seen her taking to the internet in search of first dating sites, and then, after despairing of the obvious fake postings, had then taken to the fetish sites. She needed something out of the ordinary to re-energise her...

The two girls sat side by side in the Principal’s office, the room filled with a deathly silence. Their faces were like thunder, the one marked with a bloody scar where the fingernails of the other had connected during their skirmish in the grounds outside. The man they were waiting on sat behind the opposing desk. He was well built, sharply dressed and certainly not the person that had been expected as they had shuffled...

It had been a dark day from the offset. Sharn had left her village before dawn and when the sun had arisen, it had been a bloodied red, colouring the clouds with its malevolent stain. A chill in the air accompanied the birth of the morning, a low white mist clinging to the dew-wet grass that grew tall and long at this time of year. Pushing her way through the undergrowth, she approached the forest; the gaps between the tr...

Suzanne waited with bated breath as soft footfalls made their way ever closer to her position at the end of the attic. She was still naked from the waist down but was too terrified of discovery to risk making any sound that might alert the new arrival to her presence. Her heart was hammering in her chest, seemingly loud enough to betray her location in the alcove by the piss-sodden chair she had just urinated over. Sudden...

Although it was winter and there was not much light filtering through the skylights, the company archive area was well lit as Suzanne made her way along the main walkway, looking this way and that for inspiration as to a place to stop off for her end-of-day pee. Needless to say, she was bursting, having filled her bladder over the course of the last hour. The attic smelled faintly of roses, the cleaning spray that the gir...

As Jolene walked into work wondering where Greg was, seeing as he wasn't able to message much because of his book launch. She looked around her workplace nonchalantly she could have sworn she saw him walking into the office with her manager, Kennedy. She shook her head thinking that Greg wouldn't just visit unannounced, he would visit early but not unannounced. He would want her dripping with anticipation, wanting to feel...

I returned to the kitchen table and took a seat after pouring myself a double of Jack Daniels on the rock to calm my nerves. "I thought you fell in," was my brother's greeting upon my appearance. "Hey, something I ate something that just didn't sit well. By the way, I would not go down there for about an hour," I lied. My admission for my lengthy bathroom visit brought on a whole new discussion on stomach disorders. Even...

How I use to laugh when I read about men having sex with female family members. I remember thinking to myself what a crock of crap these stories were and that they were only the products of a fertile imagination. That was, until it happened to me. It occurred during our annual family Christmas gathering at my brother's spacious ranch house. Life had been good to him so he went all out for his Christmas party. Along one wa...