Tongue fucking Stories

I arrive home to find my wife soaking in the tub. While I linger in the doorway, she offers a sweet smile. "I'm just freshening up for you." In our bedroom, I draw back the covers. Her lover must have been running late today, for she didn't have time to change the sheets. The sight of another man's cum now greets me. I'm fully hard when she joins me and spreads her legs. Eagerly, I bathe her folds with my tongue. Working...

“So what do you think?” She waited for an answer as she held the top of her tank top open, her nipples hardening up as the cool air grazed them. She could tell she was turning this old piercer on. His eyes were glued to her perky tits, and how could she not notice the way his cocked jumped in his loose shorts? “Uh, yeah. I could definitely take care of you and get this done right away.” He tried his best to keep calm and...

Once Myles was gone, the exhaustion of the previous week caught up with me. After a quick trip to the bathroom to wash up, I went straight back to bed and slept soundly for the rest of the night. In the morning, I woke only long enough to call my parents. They always wanted me to attend church with them on Sundays, but on the phone that day, I claimed I was feeling under the weather and wouldn't be able to go. "Are you ok...

The next morning, I was awakened by the kiss Arthur planted on my forehead. "Good morning, sweetheart," he whispered. Still half-asleep, I mumbled something unintelligible in reply. "I have to get ready for work," he went on. I immediately started to stir, for I figured he wanted me out of his house by the time he needed to leave. But he stopped me from sitting up. "Get some more sleep. Later on, when you're hungry, help...

Adrian's smile faded into a frown of concern when he got a closer look at Stella's face. The young woman rose from a chair in the front waiting area, forcing her own smile as she approached him. "Hi, Adrian," she said. Even her voice was lackluster. It was late afternoon, and Stella was his last client of the day. While she sat down on the small couch in Adrian's private office, he closed the door. It was an action he per...

I still don't know what drew me to the advert in the personal column of my local newspaper. It called for volunteers to help at a recently discovered Roman settlement dating from Fifty-Five BC. I knew from my History lessons that this was the period that Julius Caesar invaded Britain. My curiosity was aroused. I called the number advertised and learned that due to holiday commitments, they were short of staff. They requir...