“That’s it – suck it. Take it deep, squeeze my balls. So good. So fucking good.” “Suck that cock. You want my cum don’t you, you dirty little fucker.” Boards creak, doors ease their way open, squeaky-quietly. Light creeps into the darkened room of the basement followed by creeping footsteps. “Oh Fuck! OH! FUCK!” “Brian. It's your wife – her cock’s so big." A tongue touches her upper lip. "She’s smiling. Kneeling. Fuck, it...

Matt’s our lodger. We have an agreement and he works in the dining room. I often look through the kitchen serving hatch, watching him work. Today is no exception. I avoid his quick glance and cautiously sneak another look. He’s on the verge, and I’m urging him to do it. I’m already sliding my hand down my knickers in anticipation. There it is, Pornhub. I wonder what it will be today? Spanking, yes, my favourite. I gasp as...

I had decided to take a shower before leaving for home and was surprised to see Melissa Evans still glorifying in the water that splashed onto her face and over her body. Her back arched with her head upwards, taking the brunt of the hot water. “Haven’t you got a home to go to, Melissa?” I told her. She turned her head towards me, opened her eyes but said nothing. I watched as she reached for the shampoo. I made my way to...

The week leading to Friday dragged, and every time I set eyes on Rebecca in the morning made it worse. I don’t know how many times I masturbated in the evenings but it was unhealthy for a forty-two-year-old man. All I could see when I lay down on the bed was a writhing teenager ploughing her pussy with her fingers and bringing herself off. At least, the day had finally arrived and I ate my evening meal at seven at the gar...

Melissa was a winner. Leaving the boardroom without a deal was not an option and two of her three adversaries were leading her down a path that would have ended in a stalemate. It was not her style. Brian, the younger of the two businessmen and Amy, the technical guru were the most awkward and kept stalling on every technical point that Melissa had a resolution for. The older gent, Mathew Davies, the one with the salt and...

You will be my downfall, I know that. It will be you that will make me lose everything that I have. My life, my family, my kids. You will cause havoc in my life, and yet… I remember that time when you told me to meet you at the lakeside car park. You watched me through binoculars as I struggled to search for your car in the cold. I was freezing. The phone call was a surprise. I thought you were calling to let me know that...

Mathew had always admired Vicar John ever since he was a teenager in the church choir. In fact, he was more of a father than a friend or confidant, and now, at twenty-one years of age, he found himself at the dinner table being told, in no uncertain terms, to call him just John. It felt strange for him to drop the vicar term because it had been so ingrained in him. Janice, the vicar’s wife, sat opposite him as the aroma o...

Mr Dafydd Evans thumbed through the report on his desk. Five pages of misbehaving from two young girls both aged sixteen and born just one week apart; both of them just three weeks away from their seventeenth birthday. The reports were from Mr Gregory who taught Mathematics, Mr James who taught Geography and the worse report from Miss Thornton who taught Religious Instruction. It wasn’t a one-off. This report landed on hi...

Daniel Deveron was fascinated with Kay Pritchard. Her short black hair framed her face nicely; her slim figure looked amazing in the mid-thigh length, black and white polka dot dress that swirled as she walked. Her breasts, although small, had enough definition to them to make her look every part the feminine person she was. It was fair to say he lusted after her and now, here she was on their first real face-to-face date...

The sudden shriek that filled my ears was unbearable. I think my first words were, “what the fuck!” And that was before my eyes opened. The wife’s phone alarm had rudely interrupted my morning slumber. It was followed by her running from the en-suite to switch it off and apologise. It was too late, the damage had been done, and I reached for my mobile phone. There were games to play, and emails to catch up on. It never en...

Summer evenings are just wonderful when the breeze is low and there is still warmth in the air. The dark blue skies mould themselves into dusk and the gentle rustle of the Acer branches and leaves above my head and the smell of the freshly watered fern beds is very relaxing. With only my shorts on, I’m more than comfortable sitting and drinking in the near silence of nature. A spider grabs my attention in the bushes. It’s...

I would never have believed it would be that easy – but it was. I shouldn’t have been surprised because, after all, he is a bloke, and at that age, they are so easy to manipulate. He was new to the school. His parents had moved out of the city to our countrified community and had taken up residence in the local pub. They were nice people, open and welcoming as all good pub landlords and ladies have to be. Their son attend...

The rain was torrential; droplets of water bounced off the pavement by nearly six inches which thoroughly soaked my stockinged feet. The open toe shoes did nothing to protect me and the skimpy one-piece dress that I was wearing was wet through. Even a single-celled amoeba could establish exactly what I was wearing underneath. The umbrella was a pointless addition to my attire, for whichever way I tilted it, I seemed to ge...

Matt could hear what was being said on the call from a few feet away, he could only imagine what his wife, Debra was hearing with the phone next to her ear. The tone from the other end was a high-pitched whining noise and he heard Debra succumb with a sigh and reluctantly agree to go over to her mother on the weekend. Her second submission was that she agreed to take me along with her. Her mother, Sandra, could be so dema...

Melissa was ready by six o’clock, as instructed by her husband. The note he left her said to dress smartly, so she wore her sexiest dress that clung to her body as if were painted on. Matt arrived at their house late. “I need to shower then I’ll be with you,” he said. His hand cupped the back of Melissa’s head and he dropped a tender kiss on her forehead. From his briefcase, he retrieved a hand-written note and handed it...

Matt was enjoying a mid-morning shower, the water flowing hot and fast while he soaped himself up, especially the member between his legs. He was concentrating on his hair when he heard a high-pitched screech, followed by a profuse apology. “Oh-my-god-I’m-so-sor…” His daughter-in-law’s voice evaporated into thin air, the palm of her hand over her mouth in complete surprise at the sight before her. Matt turned towards the...

A coffee break would never seem the same. Not after what happened. The day started pretty normally. I offered my long term colleague, Angie, a coffee and if she wanted, I would splash out on an exuberant coffee and walnut or carrot cake. She took me up on the offer. In the rather long queue, one thing led to another and before I knew it the conversation had become raunchy. She was suggesting that I gave her cream with her...

Fuck it’s huge, push your trousers down some more. That’s better, now stroke it. Oh! Yes that looks so good. Doesn’t it? “Uh-hu.” Pull the skin down. Rub that pre-cum over the head. I want to see it spurt. Would you like me to leave the back seat of the car and come and suck you through the open door? “Uh-hu.” Just a few more strokes for me, let me see that head glisten. That’s it, stroke it faster. I’m on my way. I love...

It’s not every day or every lifetime that one gets the opportunity to have sex with two beautiful women; Matt’s wife, Melissa being one of them and Samantha, a randy teenager and friend of the family, being the other. Though Matt and Melissa didn’t realise at the time how much of a déjà vu the whole setup would become, they were powerless to do anything about it. They were sucked into it like ships in a whirlpool. The mae...

The things she does, sometimes unknowingly, make me seethe with anger. My petulance gets the better of me, but her ability to work me up into a testy, touchy, and snarky bitch is beyond belief. She’s been home all day and nothing has been done. As I look around the room my brain adds up all the negatives. The dishes left on the countertop even when the dishwasher is empty, not a sliced vegetable in sight for the evening m...

That video you sent me is all wrong on so many levels. The slow erotic unwrapping of your nipples is mesmerising. The sudden gasp that leaves your mouth when the ribbon is removed, pulling your hardened nipples with it. The way they stand out. The first one waiting to have my lips clamped onto it as soon as it’s free. The desire in your voice is priceless. What's going through your mind as you unravel the ribbon? What are...

Bernadette was the class cock sucker and everyone knew it, even the boys that wouldn’t say boo to a goose knew that she was the one to avoid if they ever wanted to preserve their virginity until their wedding day. Fortunately for Bernadette, few did. She blamed her promiscuity on her parents; they were naturists and often paraded around the house naked as she was encouraged to do as well. It was only at the age of sixteen...

Melissa Hammond loved late-night buses. They were her sexual weakness if you can call it that, with few passengers all desperate to get home from a night of revelry, she drank in the aroma of exhaled alcohol. It was such a different experience for her because Melissa never drank alcohol, yet on the night in question, and there was no mistaking that fact, she was as high as a kite. Her adrenalin-fuelled excitement started...

I was up first and strode into her office with stocking tops on full show. The interview took five minutes, most of that time was removing her knickers and getting the position just right. My cheating husband was up next. Always feeling more confident than I. Forty minutes later, we entered the lift. Both of us dripping juices from our chins, and both of us smelling of sex, but my blouse was far wetter than his shirt. My...

Your head's spinning. The interrogation, rapid and intense as soon as you're through the front door. What's that smell? That taste on your lips? Your sticky fingers? He's caught you out. "I was horny on the train home, I had to." A poor excuse. But it wasn't you, was it? It was her fingers in your pussy, she did it, didn't she? And it's not your juices on your fingers, is it? You remember it all too well, the kisses, the...