'Surging testosterone heightens athletic performance. One way to bring about a surge? Sexual arousal.' I stand before a herd of hulking, shirtless muscle men, their ravenous eyes feasting. 'These "performance assistants" will be on the sidelines and in the locker room, ready, waiting. Pre-game, halftime, subbed out, they are yours to use.' 'Now, the rules. You are forbidden to finish. Play with them, fuck them, have them...

Fantastic breakfast here this morning. Had the avocado toast and could not resist getting the waitress to take away! I was ravenous for a cute new kitten and she totally hit the spot. Supple flesh taut to the teeth, her warm, wet centre tantalising to the tongue. Delectable body notwithstanding, what makes a plaything memorable is service. And oh was this one eager to please! My every need was hers to quench. Her doting (...

Beep. 'Hi Jess. I would really appreciate it if you stopped assigning my intern to your department. We need to talk about your continuous disrespect. Please call me back.' Beep. You know what? I will. Bitch lets it ring. Classic. Beep. 'Hi Katie. Thanks for calling. Just informing you that Ben is very happy helping me.' I stroke the handsome face under my desk, happily lapping my clit. 'And I... oh... am very happy with h...

'She wants to fuck her boss.' 'Oh fuck you.' 'What? You drool over him.' 'Okay. Fine. Bet he has a big, fat cock-' 'You have one of those here!' 'Really? Where?' 'Pfft. Ask Emily...' '... What? You... Our babysitter?' 'No. But she loved groping it.' 'Oh yeah? Her brother worships me. Maybe I should get my cunt licked!' Eyes locked. Chests heaving. Time stops... Then they bolt. Doors slam. Tyres screech. * Stick-fingered b...

‘I mean, who knows what the dorm will have. And he needs a good mattress.’They were driving me up the wall, these two.The mother had more questions than a game of Trivial Pursuit. How good is the back support? Where does the fabric come from? Are there reviews? But the son was the one making this torturous.Usually mothers and sons are in and out in a flash. No matter how picky the mothers are, the sons are such little shi...

‘Oh, no... Shit.’‘What?’ asks Mel.‘Those fucking frat kids. You should’ve hosted, Mel. They’ll ruin Cassie’s birthday—’‘Hey,’ says Mel. Suddenly I’m holding an empty wine glass. ‘Leave it to me.’'Oh, Mel—'But she disappears in the throng.I forget all about them, honestly.Only in the bathroom do I hear it:Creaking. Moaning.The guestroom.I peer inside...One hovers over Mel, ass leaping between her legs. She sucks another's...

Strumming herself to thoughts of her neighbor, Lydia's on the brink of orgasm when–The doorbell.It's him, wanting sugar.'Oh, sure Lloyd!'As she leads him to the kitchen, Alfie the cockatoo beats his wings. ‘Sure Lloyd!’ he shrieks. ‘Woo-hoo!’'I never know what that bird will pick up,' she laughs.'Woo-hoo! Fuck me Lloyd! Fuck my pussy! Woo-hoo!’Lydia turns red.‘I… um…’Lloyd closes the gap, traces her lip…Then he whips her...

Carlie reclines on her bed, cheerleader uniform scattered, while Lucas and Jasper sweat on her chairs.'So...' she teases.Lucas unbuckles frantically. Biting his bottom lip, he wanks so hard and fast, his whole body ricochets up and down.Blushing, eyes cowering, Jasper coaxes timidly.Lucas seizes up–‘Yes,’ he croaks.Blast after blast. 'Agh!'Pumping.'Ergh!'Then, breathless, the realisation...'I... I won!’ he shrieks.Carlie:...

'Honey! Whadda we know?''Sweet.''Dribbly.''Sticky.'For two honeymooners resting their loins, this is not helping.Jared, whispering: ‘I want to slurp it out of you like a bear...’A moan escapes Anna, the bull inside rearing, trawling the ground. She tries one: ‘I want you to smear it over my face with your cock…’Free samples.Rushing blood.Tour shuffles on. But a moaning storeroom interrupts...Guide opens the door, tourists...

With sunlight comes the hangover. With blue light, panic.Pictures last longer… Or do they? How old is he again?? Slut xxOh fuck. Fuck.An attachment.A reel from a photo booth.Me and our bitch boss's hot college-age son...Cheek-to-cheek. Wide-eyed innocence. Cherry-red pout.Licking his face.Head buried in his lap while he holds my hair, eyes rolled back.I dive under the covers, stomach churning.Footsteps from the kitchen......

I take a shower while he orders dinner. When I come out, he’s tying my bikini bottom over his face, swimmer's muscles rippling, speedo bulging...‘This'll be fine for pickup, right?’His mischievous eyes hook my pussy and reel me in. I rip the fabric off and lash him with lips and tongue, my own aroma intoxicating.I push him on the bed, crawl up his body and straddle his mouth. Gravelly stubble. Slippery tongue. I cum hard,...

‘He’s impossible.’'Yup,' I croak into the phone.'I wrote one... Texting it.'6’5” with a lean, muscular build and a horse cock, Devon is the best fuck of his draft.Penetrates with speed, power, and masterful control. Positionally creative and incredibly athletic, his talented hands and tongue make him a legit triple threat.High pussy IQ; hits the spot at will. Top-percentile stamina. Volume shooter but, tits or face, he’s...

‘Ashley, I… I can help with your essay, but…’‘Yeah?’‘Well, the whole point of literature is to—’Under the table, her cool hand closes around his erection, squeezing, twisting.‘Oh…’‘Write me a little essay?’‘I’d get in trouble!’She leans over, blonde locks draped over his leg—‘Ashley, we're in the library—’Her tongue grazes his hole—‘Oh, fuck,’ he moans, aching for her mouth. ‘Okay! 1,000 words, just—’Hands off, she sits u...

Writhing on the window, her back to the glittery city, the slender rocker's world is rocked by the woman between her legs.‘I’m flying, but I don’t know where,’ she’d confessed, over drinks. ‘The album’s about that.’Shit. A dream? Really? The comments will be—Instead, a whisper in her ear: ‘I know.’Clawing, moaning. Her soul leaps.DING-dun. The seatbelt light… She rips the shutter open and—This is it… Home.She comes to, br...

Pouring cereal, half-asleep, I hear grunting and smacking outside.She’s kickboxing.Oh fuck.Berserk with adrenaline, pummelling the bag.I'm still sore from after her run.Finished, panting, she sees me. Uh-oh.She storms inside, throws me against the fridge and squats, slurping and moaning til I'm painfully-hard.Flies off, gasping. Stands, spins, hands on the counter, ass out. 'Fuck me.'We smack together wildly until, shudde...