Nicole: I hadn’t felt like it when we first arrived, but now I dug out my stockings, suspenders, and my high heels, as well as my black evening dress. I was suddenly feeling very sexy and not a little naughty; I thought my two men might appreciate it, both at dinner and, how shall I put it – later… My snatch was already quivering in anticipation. Just before the sun set, the three of us walked the short distance from our...

I love my spreader bar. I was dubious when my husband bought it. Frightened about the loss of control. Now, I relish it. We return from the pub and, giggling, I ask to be buckled within its confines. Panties removed, I am bent over, legs forced wide and fastened, wrists secured. My bared cunt and arse are vulnerable now. I am exposed and at his mercy. He threatens to invite his friends around. Dripping gooey cum, I sob. H...

Nicole: Whilst I was cleaning up in the shower, I thought about the events of the morning. As I soaped myself, I couldn’t resist and slid two fingers into my well-fucked pussy. Still a lot of cum in there, I thought, and my fingers naturally gravitated to my clit… I’d been angry – very angry. Which didn’t excuse my behaviour but did go a long way to explaining why I acted like I did. And to be fair, it wasn’t just Neil’s...

I should never have said it. But what’s done is done. And maybe it’s worked out for the best. Things have certainly changed, if nothing else. ooOoo “No!” “Why? What’s the problem?” “The problem? The problem is that I am old and fat, and no longer attractive.” “Yes, you are!” “Which? Big? Or fat? Or both?” She was on the verge of tears, with a real bee in her bonnet about nobody fancying her anymore. And because of that, w...

You crave it, don’t you? All of it. I can tell; you’re hard. Being bent over my stockinged lap, bottom exposed, excites you. You relish my dominant demeanour. My chastising voice turns you on. You shiver in anticipation as my hand caresses your naughty buttocks. Trapped between my thighs, your cock throbs ominously. Last time you made a mess of my shoes, you got much more than you bargained for, didn’t you? You don’t want...

The taste of Carl’s spunk lingered in my mouth as Jorge pushed my dress up over my waist, yanked my panties to one side and thrust his length deep into my sopping snatch. I squealed in surprise at the suddenness of his intrusion, though, in my state, I had no problem accommodating him. As he commenced pounding me, I was conscious of my pearl necklace bouncing against my breasts every time Jorge’s hips smacked into my butt...

Nervously, I left a note on the table, asking him for it. And he obliged. Slapped my face, bent me over, yanked my skirt up and panties down, spanked me, fingered me, and stuffed my cunt just like I begged. Pulling my hair, he spread my buttocks and fucked my bum until he fired his salvo deep inside me. Mascara and tears ran down my face; cum seeped out of my arsehole and down my thighs as I stood in the corner, hands on...

My wife discovered my kink years ago. Delighted, she now relishes it – especially after a night out. “I’m bursting!” she giggles coquettishly once home. “Do you want me to do it?” She never waits for an answer. “Lie down!” she commands. Then she squats over my face, skirt hiked around her waist, panties yanked to one side, her enchanting cunt revealed and perfectly framed by dark stockings. “Open wide!” she orders. Moanin...

It was 1986, and I’d taken my girlfriend and best mate to the movies to see ‘Top Gun’, with Tom Cruise and Kelly McGillis. What a tremendous ride that film was! Yeah, it was over the top with a ridiculous storyline, but the soundtrack was awesome (one might even say it took your breath away...), the onscreen chemistry electric, and the lines were lodged in the brain for eternity. Afterwards, we left the theatre with goofy...

Gaia'nira Consciousness returned slowly; it was like waking from an exceedingly long sleep. What had roused me? After a while–a minute, an hour, a day–I began to remember. They’d come to the woods hunting, looking for someone to blame. Unprepared, they’d cornered me. The 1600s hadn’t been an ideal time to display unusual abilities. The locals had taken against me, sought me out. ‘Witch!’ They’d accused. Witch burning had...

The two young girls played vivaciously in the cool water by the glade. As they splashed and frolicked, their laughter echoed around the mountain valley. The surrounding trees, comprising primarily of larch, beech and spruce – and, of course, oak – gently whispered their approval. They were safe here. Locals knew not to disturb them. The sisters were special – as was the valley. The power and magic that resided in the tree...

I’m a bum man. There, I’ve said it. Don’t get me wrong, I love the rest of the package, too. Nothing wrong with a nice pair of tits – big or small, firm or hanging – I enjoy them all. And, of course, a purring, juicy pussy nestled between a solid set of thighs is a most welcome sight. But it’s the bum that turns me on the most. And for me, with bums, the bigger the better. None of your skinny rumps for me, no! My wife, De...

I kneel, naked, sandwiched between my wife and her lover. I am their bauble, their plaything, their muse. Smirking, she spreads my buttocks. I feel his hardness pressing against my ring. I look adoringly, beseechingly into my wife’s eyes; watch her teasing smile as she nods, and moan as he slides his forbidding length deep inside me. “You love it, don’t you?” she enquires smugly. Knowingly. “Yes,” I croak. “Now you belong...

I was wet. So incredibly, fucking wet. I’d known Sally fancied him; she’d told me. Facing the wall like that, I couldn’t see what they were doing. But I could hear. Hear her giggle. Moan. Gasp. Alan’s eyes had lit up at my cheeky proposal. On returning home, Sally watched mesmerised as Alan scolded me, flipped me over his knee, yanked my panties down, and delivered a blistering, bare-bottom spanking. Now, hands on my head...

Christ, what was Adam doing home? My legs were still shaking, the sheets were stained with cum, and Alex was–where exactly…? What could I do to divert Adam's attention from the overt infidelity of his duplicitous wife? I desperately needed a distraction; something to concentrate his interest elsewhere. Of course! The perfect solution! And a little extra protein wouldn’t hurt, would it? Might have to wash my hair again, me...