Jack couldn’t believe his luck as he drove back to the house. While he’d had plenty of inappropriate fantasies about their teenage babysitter, he couldn’t believe she’d let him finger her to orgasm on the passenger seat of his car. After she got out, he’d looked at the puddle of juices on the leather seat. He’d watched her walk towards her house, watched her tight ass swaying in that pair of tight shorts. His eyes dropped...

He kneels on the bed, his face pressed into the sheets, inhaling the scents from earlier. “Stick your ass up higher.” He complies. My finger slides deep inside, teasing his secret spot. His breathing is heavy and laboured. I know he’s close, know he’s going to cum. He grinds his hips like he’s fucking me, reminding me of how he took me earlier. His balls dangle, his rectum squeezing my knuckle. I lean in close and whisper...

Julie sat nervously waiting for her date to arrive. She played with her long dark hair, checking her makeup, adjusting the straps on her green party frock. She hadn’t been on a date for months. Her sister peeked out through the curtains, scanning the street. “Here he comes,” she whispered excitedly. “And he’s brought you some flowers.” “Oh bloody hell,” Julie exclaimed. “Now I’m going to have to spend the evening lying on...

The clock ticks closer to Midnight. Rules are rules. It's currently a dead-heat and time is running out fast. I kneel with party frock hitched up, wanking him faster and faster as I suck the head. Ten… Nine… Eight... I've got my phone ready. I'm not giving up without a fight. Six… Five... Four... I feel him shudder and grunt. Cum spunks and splashes over my face. Click. I hit Send just before the bells ring out. As Undisp...

When Jodie woke up, the memories of the day before came flooding back; the flirting at lunch, the afternoon of amazing sex, and then the realisation that the woman she had spent the afternoon in bed with was her Boss’s wife. “I’m so fucked,” Jodie told herself as she stared at the alarm clock. Willing the hands to run backwards so that she’d never have to go to work and face Marie Gallagher again. Finally, when she couldn...

God, she was horny. She was dripping so much her panties were ruined. She was, to put it bluntly, gagging for it. She sat on the step and tugged the hem of her sundress up her thighs. She pretended to read a book as she watched the workmen finishing up for the day. She opened her legs. From this angle, they all could see up her dress. “That’s it, come, little fishie,” she whispered as she watched one of the men approach h...

For the next week, Joolz played it cool, ignoring Andy’s increasingly desperate attempts to get her alone. The memory of Joolz flashing her boobs at him and giving him the most incredible blowjob of his teenage life filled his waking moments. Every time he went to the bathroom, he checked the laundry basket, hoping against hope that she had left another present for him. He decided she must be teasing him by hoarding her k...

I come home from an overnight work trip and dump my bag in the bedroom. How sweet, I think. He’s even changed the bedsheets. Not only that, I notice he’s already put them on to wash as well. One forensic sweep of the bedroom later, I sit back, satisfied. When he arrives home, I am sitting waiting for him. My finger plays with my earlobe. I’m wearing the single earring I found under the bed and I’m wondering just how long...

Coming home from work, he followed the trail of cut-out stars that led from the front door to the bedroom. He pushed the door open and stood open-mouthed. A 'Happy Birthday' balloon bobbed in the air. The string tied to the butt plug in the girl’s ass. She lay on the bed, naked, save for a ribbon and bow around her waist. ‘Happy birthday, darling,” his wife whispered in his ear as she pressed herself against his back. “Th...

I like to get to the pool early. I want to get my fifty lengths done before the place fills up with teenagers and college types lounging around and splashing in and out of the pool. The outdoor swimming pool is a blessing in the summer. The councilman comes at 8.45 am precisely every morning between May and September and unlocks the gates. The showers and changing rooms are old but kept spotlessly clean. I am one of the f...

She loved the attention as she posed for selfies at the LGBTQ events at her local university. Two fried eggs had been the less than complimentary description when she was an awkward teen but she blossomed late and kept on blooming. Now her 32DDs were catnip for little kittens. She always ensured her top was a bit too tight and a bit too low-cut. She could see the girls drop their eyes to check her out, no doubt imagining...

Jenny stumbled out of the club. She’d had a bit too much to drink and couldn’t face the long walk home. Her usual plan was to get whichever guy she’d copped off with to pay for the taxi home but the guy she’d ended up with tonight had disappeared and come back smelling of drink and vomit. The stains on his shirt ensured there was no way he was going anywhere near her. This did however present a problem. Jenny had spent th...

She muttered it over and over like a mantra. “X to pass and circle to shoot” She guided her player down the pitch, kicking the ball in front of her. As she got within sight of the goals, his goalkeeper danced from side to side to try to put her off. She did it again. She panicked, pressed X and watched the ball sail harmlessly across the pitch. “Haha, I win again.” With a frustrated sigh, she dropped the controller and pu...

“You want to see which books?” She couldn’t understand it. Nobody had asked to look at those books for years but suddenly everyone wanted to read them. This must be the sixth man today who had expressed an interest in having a peek at the books on the top shelf. She straightened her mini skirt as she stood up and carefully began to climb the ladder again, anxious not to slip in her heels. She looked down at him. He seemed...

“Bye, guys, and have a lovely evening. Don’t worry. I’ll make sure Max is in bed by eight.” Holly watched Mr and Mrs Carter walk down the driveway to their car. Well, to be honest, she watched Mr. Carter. Her teenage imagination took over and she wished she was the one getting into the car with him. She didn’t know much about cars, but it looked expensive. She imagined sitting in the soft leather of the passenger seat, le...