Honey takes her clothes to Carlo's opulent bathroom and cleans off the vast quantities of sperm from her body and face. She finds some mouthwash and has a quick gargle to freshen her mouth as she can still taste their spunk on her tongue. She dries herself, puts on her bra and knickers, and pulls on her dress. She checks herself in the mirror and, looking presentable, heads back to the games room. She is determined to win...

When Roman and Enrico arrive at the apartment, Honey and Carlo have already dressed, and Honey has drunk a couple more glasses of champagne. Carlo welcomes them with a hug and introduces them to Honey. “It's lovely to meet you,” says Roman, a six-foot, six-inch black gentleman. He has dreadlocks and is wearing a smart suit and a blue silk tie. He offers his large hand that dwarfs Honey’s delicate hands. “How do you do?” s...

Honey is sitting on the edge of the bath, shaving her pubic hair. She has a date with Carlo and has taken off more than usual, leaving just a neat, small triangle. Her hair looks fabulous as she has had it cut. She is wearing Channel Number Five, her makeup is on, and her fingernails and toenails are perfect. She slips into the blue lingerie she has bought online. Fortunately, it fits perfectly. She has chosen a shade of...

Honey Butler is a married woman in her late forties. Sex with husband Tim has been practically nonexistent over the last decade. After a number of long conversations, they recently agreed to trial an open relationship, on condition they both shared their experiences. She has recently met Kenton, a twenty-nine-year-old casino security guard. They have been having a passionate two month relationship. Recently, though, the r...

Brenda lay on the sandy beach and soaked up the midday Caribbean sun while fantasising about black cock, as she often did these days. A shadow appeared, and Brenda turned her head and opened an eye - wincing a little against the bright sunshine. It was the Mango Man. "Hey! Warm enough for you?” he asked. "Hi, yes, maybe a little too warm! Have you sold all your mangos?" she asked in a well spoken, slightly posh English ac...

My fingers are wet with her pussy juice; I lick them and savour her sweet taste. She takes my fingers in her mouth, circling them with her tongue. God this woman is hot! We sit together for a few minutes, she strokes my thigh, occasionally brushing against the bulge in my jeans. Clearly, she is building up to something. She moves her head towards my left ear, I feel her salty wet tongue, she gently nibbles my earlobe and...

I check my watch: 10.31 perfect, I step onto the 3rd carriage of the tube at Oxford Circus, Central Line heading west. I check my mobile again, the text reads "10.31 Central line, 3rd carriage, OC, no undies ;) Bunty x" I make my way to the corner of the packed tube, looking for the blonde haired woman, but no sign. At the next stop a sudden rush of people exiting and a new hoard entering. Suddenly I notice a shot of blon...