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...

“So, Jeremy, you mentioned a fundraiser?” “Indeed. We need a new roof.” “And you're offering...?” “Why don’t you show them, darling?” A short pause. “Oh, my!” “Ah, yes, very nice!” “Splendid, splendid!” “Spectacular…” “Absolutely stunning globes, my dear!” “And what, exactly, can we…?” “I’m sure you can think of something to do with them – just use your imagination.” “Oh, I am, I am…” “Really? Anything goes?” “Absolutely....

Five days to Christmas Deft, clever fingers slowly encouraged my drowsing penis from its slumber. Oh Christ, that felt good… Eyes closed, I was still very much in that semi-conscious state between sleep and wakefulness. With a smile, I remembered what Rachel’s diabolical mouth had done to me the previous night, shushing me with suppressed giggles as my gasps threatened to wake her mother, who was – hopefully – fast asleep...

The pub was crowded and noisy. When I got back with the drinks, she wasn’t there. I raised my eyes in question at Trish as I sat down, but she just shrugged. Quin looked just as mystified. We chit-chatted as we sipped our cocktails – not easy with all the boisterousness going on around us. And each of us separately wondered where my girlfriend had got to that was taking her so long. Several lengthy minutes later, face flu...

Tonight was the night! After three years away on their posting to Beijing, our friends Debbie and Roger were back in town, and we were going to meet them for dinner at Bouchon Racine – one of the classiest French restaurants in London. It was expensive, and perhaps a little pretentious, but this was a special occasion, so we wanted to celebrate in style. And when I say friends, I mean friends! We had had some blissful tim...

York (the old one, not the New…) Sat alone at the bar, I stared forlornly into the bottom of my glass, rejection slowly sinking through my chest to the pit of my stomach. The party sounded like it was entering the cheerfully raucous phase in the private room upstairs, and I thought I could detect my girlfriend’s – correction, ex-girlfriend’s – laugh amongst the depressingly merry hubbub. “Hey?” I turned at the bright voic...