Julia had got home from college, showered and was just about to start dinner when her Dad came in. He looked exhausted. “What’s wrong, Daddy?" she asked, going to give him a hug as he slumped into the nearest chair at the kitchen table. “My new boss is a nightmare,” he sighed. Julia reached up, got a glass from the cupboard, and poured him a drink of whiskey. “What’s he done?” “I don’t want to burden you with it. You’ve g...

The acne was getting worse. She dreaded being called crater-face and was willing to try just about anything. Then her boyfriend mentioned something that his sister, the sister with the flawless skin, had apparently told him. She agreed to give it a try. "Are you really sure this will make a differenc…” Her words were cut off as another blast of cum splashed across her face. She wiped the creamy load from her eyes and saw...

She knelt before him. “I’m sorry, Daddy. I’ve been a bad girl. I teased the boys in the bar and one of them made me get down on my knees and suck his big, hard cock. Then two of them spit-roasted me and they all used me and called me a three holes fucktoy. I lost my knickers somewhere too and had to walk home with their cum running down my legs.” “How many times do I have to tell you, you are supposed to start with, ‘Bles...

Sinéad stood nervously in line as the queue slowly shuffled its way towards the Immigration desk. She knew her paperwork was in order but there were still nagging doubts at the back of her mind. She’d heard of enough people who’d got deported from the States and she didn’t want to be among them. It was her first time in America. In fact, it was the first time she’d ever been out of Ireland. She looked at the front of her...

“You’re wearing red, aren't you?” She nods. Unbuttoning her jeans to show him. “You know red and white is my favourite combination.” Bill’s hand is in his shorts, already wanking his cock. She slides down her jeans and stretches her panties out so he can see her mound and the triangle of stretched cotton. He wanks his cock faster until, with a groan, he spurts three loads of creamy white cum into the crotch of her red pan...

“Please,” she whimpered. “Please what? you needy little slut.” “Please use me, Miss.” I looked at her. The contrast between the professional woman that had entered the room minutes earlier and the needy whimpering begs coming from the semi-naked slut now kneeling on the floor was so delicious. I’d met her online, in one of those cavernous chat rooms where there are hundreds of people in the room but only a few actually ta...

I’d lost her at some point during the party. The place was full of her work friends. I’d been in the kitchen talking to one of her colleagues about football when I realised I hadn’t seen her in ages. I headed off to look for her, thinking she’d be in the living room. I don’t know what made me glance out into the yard, but there she was, half-hidden in the darkness. She was on her knees with her dress hitched up around her...

Charlotte took a deep breath before opening the bar door. Everyone was getting very jittery these days. There had been another shooting the night before when loyalist gunmen entered a bar in County Derry and opened fire, killing three people watching a football match on the tv and injuring several more. Charlotte had seen the look of fear in her mother’s eyes when she saw she was going out. “Be careful,” she’d whispered a...

Jess shifted uncomfortably on the chair as she scanned the tin of beans and slid it along for the customer to place in their shopping bag. She was six months pregnant and everything was beginning to ache. She was grateful that Brian, the store manager had suggested she work on the cash tills rather than her usual job of stacking the shelves and stock rotation. She saw a group of girls from the year below her at school wal...

Face down on the bed with her arse in the air, her nose pressed into the sheets. She smelt the scent of his wife as he unloaded his cum inside her. Lifting her head, she looked at the wedding picture on the bedside cabinet as she wondered if the creampie dripping out of her onto the bed would leave a stain,

“You cannot compare Stiff Little Fingers to the Undertones.” Charlotte slipped into the empty seat beside Emma, trying not to interrupt Dave whilst he was in full flow. The source of his wrath appeared to be a cute looking guy with a red mohawk who had seemingly dared suggest that Stiff Little Fingers were a great Northern Irish punk band. “They slagged off the Undertones for not singing about the Troubles but the Underto...

Charlotte felt like shite warmed up. The ferry crossing from Larne to Stranraer had been a lot rougher than last time and while she hadn’t been seasick, there had been a stench of vomit throughout the ship by the time it finally docked. She’d then spent the past eight hours crammed into an uncomfortable seat as the bus trundled its way down the length of England. She unpeeled herself from the seat, stretched and hoped her...

Charlotte was standing at the sink washing the dinner dishes when her mum opened the kitchen door and told her that her friend was there to see her. Charlotte picked up the tea towel to dry her hands and smiled at Fiona as her mum shut the door and went back to watching tv in the living room. “Do you want a cup of tea?” Charlotte filled the kettle without waiting for a reply and motioned for Fiona to take a seat while she...

It was the morning after Cait’s thirty-seventh birthday. She’d had to make the birthday dinner reservations herself as she knew he’d have forgotten. He’d laughed when she told him and he just gave that same shrug he always did. And then he paid for it from the joint account too. He drank the dregs of his cup of tea and placed it back on the worktop, even though the dishwasher was sitting open. He left it for her to tidy u...

“Do it!” I nodded and whispered, "Yes, Mistress.” I walked into the store and found the lingerie department. The sales assistant who came up to me was older, motherly looking. I blushed as I told her I needed to get my breasts measured for a new bra. She told me not to be embarrassed and led me into a little changing room and pulled a curtain across the entrance. I slowly unbuttoned and removed my blouse. The expression o...