Jessica sat in the passenger seat of the black Mercedes. Her arse tingled slightly, and she knew her pussy was swollen. She glanced at Ian, the hunky blond pornstar who sat beside her in the driver's seat, wondering if the handsome hunk wanted her as much as she wanted him. As they left Corfu Town, the traffic was dreadful, and Ian swore softly under his breath, his eyes fixed on the road. She decided to leave questions o...

Jessica sat cross-legged on the bed with her back resting on the headboard, surrounded by studio lights, reflectors and cameras. She wore a bronze-coloured, sparkly dress, black sequined panties and high heels. Thin white tights stopped above her knees, with a navy ribbon highlighting the top. Her hair was bunched into two long ponytails held in place by purple elastic hair grips. Brightly coloured hair clips held her hai...

Breakfast on Saturday was a nightmare. Acerbic Jessica, when I first met her, had been bad enough. Icy Jessica was worse. She glared haughtily at me if I addressed her, looking at me like shit on her shoe. My daughter looked confused, glancing between us. Jessica's scornful, icy demeanour continued until the girls departed for the beach, as they had done most days. Though it was Jade and her daughter Emma's last day, flyi...

My phone beeped loudly and vibrated on the veranda table. When I checked, it was the doorbell app. The screen showed Alison, my daughter's friend, smiling at the camera. The two girls had been inseparable as children, but they drifted apart when Alison was sent away to a posh boarding school after her parents divorced. I hadn't seen the girl for years, and now she was a remarkably pretty young woman. "Is Helen there," she...

Click, click, click. Steve looked up and saw that the sound was high-heels on the wood floor, high heels on a very cute, very long legged young girl, walking into the pub with a young man. She had blonde hair, she was slim, and the dress she was wearing was very short. He wondered what she had on under it. ‘A tourist from the south,’ he thought to himself. ‘Probably London or somewhere that little sluts are made. That mus...

Just after my daughter Helen went to university, I went on a week-long business trip to Romania and stayed at a posh boutique hotel on Strada Franceza in Bucharest's old town. As usual, I ensured I flew out early the previous Friday to spend the weekend sightseeing. On Friday evening, after I had checked into my hotel, I was sitting at the bar bored and nursing a beer when a pretty young girl arrived and ordered a drink....

I followed the sound of gasps and knew I would not be disappointed. The brass handle to the room was cold to the touch; I was grateful it opened without a creak but silently against the noisy pleasure that widened my eyes. Bathed in sunlight, the plump fresh linen indented, she is prone, knees bent, toes pointed, and his pumping glutes force the air from her naked body. This was inevitable, sunshine, alcohol, scant dresse...

In rural Pennsylvania, the county fair is still a big deal. Most counties in coal country still have them. It's understood that most kids are going to skip school to go to the fair, so they shorten the school day that Friday to accommodate. Coincidentally, school is usually closed on the first day of deer season too, though that's more of an unofficial state holiday. Hardly anyone, except for transplants from the city, is...

We stepped out of the shower and I dried her off before drying myself. Liz wrapped herself in a towel and left the bathroom. I smiled to myself and couldn't wait for the next time that I got to fuck her again. Part 3 I wrapped a towel around my waist and left the bathroom. As soon as I walked into my bedroom I was surprised to find all three girls laying on my bed. They were naked and having sex. My daughter was on her ba...

My legs are jelly, and my knuckles whiten, clutching the doorframe. The rush of white noise and the swirling hot blood fades. In the distance, I can hear the crashing of the sea. The patter of feet, slow and methodical, cool on the oak floor and plod towards the dining table. Slumped into the wooden chair, bubbles rise in the glass, and the ice cubes are long gone, but it is cold enough to slake my thirst. Peering back, h...

“Oh, fuck,” I said exasperated, and collapsed on top of my daughter’s nude body. Liz picked up my head and kissed me gently on the lips, “Thank you, Daddy. I love you,” she said sweetly. “I love you, too,” I said and gave her another kiss just as Emma pulled her fingers out of my ass. “Can we stay all weekend, Mr. Tanner?” Ashley asked as if nothing had happened. “That sounds great,” I replied and smiled to myself. Part 2...