“Look at her, she’s such a dirty little slut, isn’t she?” You nod, whimpering. “Look how she is letting that woman paw at her tits. See how she rolls and tugs those pierced nipples.” You watch the woman pull the girl’s skirt up. The damp patch, visible on her panties. The girl rolls her eyes as she is fingered to orgasm, pressed against the mirror in the nightclub toilets as people walk past. You see the woman lower her m...

I didn’t force you to do anything. Force you to stop wearing panties? Force you to hump my shoe? Force you to drool on your tits as you edge? Force you to watch porn without touching yourself? Force you to wear your cum on your face outside? Force you to keep your legs open during a clit spanking? Force you to ruin your orgasms? Force you to wear bigger and bigger plugs? Force you to pee yourself? Force you to write on yo...

It started as a joke. He always called me his little kitten and when he bought me the collar with the jingling bell, It seemed cute to put it on. I loved the way it would jingle as I bounced up and down on top of him. It was hot how the jingling would get louder and more intense as we fucked. Slowly, instead of it being a once-in-a-while thing, it became any every time thing. He’d whisper “put the collar on” and even the...

She knelt before him with her tongue out, gazing up as he stroked his cock faster. “Please, Daddy. Please let me taste your cum.” She needed to taste him but he just ignored her. She whimpered in frustration when instead of cumming on her face, he turned and came all over the floor length mirror. “Lick it all up then, that’s a good girl.” She saw herself for what she was then. She watched herself drag her tongue over the...

Caitlyn had been called many things; slut, fucktoy, cum whore, fat slag. She knew it was true. She couldn’t help it. She described herself on her Tinder profile as “a curvy, if a little chubby and wobbly, busty, big-bottomed English bunny, with a thing for older men.” She’d struggled with her weight for years before realising that men didn’t particularly care for stick-thin model types in real life. “I like to have someth...

We’re lying in bed instead of Christmas shopping. I’d just made my Mistress cum and now we are snuggled together, her curling her fingers in my long red hair. Fairytale of New York by The Pogues is playing on the radio. “You know, you remind me of Kirsty McColl.” I look up and smile. “Really, Miss?” “Mmhmm. The same long red hair, pale skin and gorgeous green eyes.” I blush. “I don’t know who you’re talking about, Miss.”...

He cursed when he saw the queue snaking around the block from the Apple Store. The latest upgrade, the i-hole15 had been unveiled and everyone wanted to upgrade their sexbot with the most up-to-date arsehole. Everyone had assumed that sex robots would be really expensive, but like printers, the basic models were dirt cheap. They got you with the upgrades… and the adverts. It was worse than youtube. You’re thrusting away,...

Myra stood looking down at the body. The blonde girl was sprawled naked on the bed. It could have been erotic if it wasn’t for the glassy, empty look in her eyes. Myra guessed that she was young, in her late-twenties at most. She saw the clothes folded on the chair. They were office gear rather than party wear or escort clothes. She looked for a handbag or mobile but couldn’t see either anywhere in the room. “What a waste...

I used to dread going around to my sister’s house for dinner. She thinks just because she did home economics at school, she should be on Masterchef. However, since her husband and I have bonded over her cooking, things have started to look up. We had seen each other in swimwear on holidays so we both knew we liked what we saw. Well, one thing led to another and now I’ve taken to asking for my steak to be well done as it g...

Cora saw the ad thumbtacked to the university notice board - Girls soccer tryouts - have you got what it takes to play for the sexiest team in the uni? Tryouts at 9 pm Tuesday 16th October. Cora smiled to herself at the thought of being part of the sexiest football team. She’d never been particularly sporty growing up but had messed around on the football pitch now and again. Having three older brothers had meant she’d al...

"It's only for three weeks," she whispered. "You can do it." "Yes, Miss." "Good girl." But her Miss was barely out of the state when the feelings started to overwhelm her. "Don't touch... don't touch," she whimpered like a mantra. As she gazed at the smooth velvet fabric of the settee, she stepped closer. "It's not touching," she reasoned with herself as she ground down, rubbing her aching neglected clit along the arm res...

This was ridiculous. When his wife had come home unexpectedly, he’d bundled me out onto the balcony with my clothes and left me out there to get dressed, closing the curtains to hide me. As I pulled my knickers back on and straightened my dress, I decided that enough was enough. The wife wasn’t stupid. The room would stink of sex and my perfume. She must know what was going on. I breezily walked through the room. Husband...

When she claimed the bishop, she ran her fingers lightly up and down the wooden chess piece. “Do you know why bashing the bishop is a euphemism for masturbation?” I shook my head. She held it up, examining it closely. “Apparently, they thought this looked like a cock with its bulging head and the little slit.” She moved her hand and the bishop under the table. Her eyes closed, she squirmed in her seat. Whimpered moans esc...

“Hi honey, I’m home.” I half-stumble into the living room. He’s sitting on the hard-backed wooden chair he likes to use while waiting for me. I know I look a mess. I probably should have showered but I think he likes to see me like this. My make-up is ruined, my hair is sticking up, and I’m pretty sure there are still splatters of cum stuck in it. He shifts in the chair as I drop my handbag to the floor. “Oh my god, honey...

Steve is working behind the bar when the door opens, and a young man comes hurrying in. “Gimme five shots of your strongest liquor,” he urges, placing a fifty on the bar. Steve pours the drinks and watches as the man knocks them back one after another. “What’s the occasion?” Steve inquires. “I’ve just had my first blow job.” “Hey, that’s a cause for celebration. Let me give you another round. On the house.” “No thanks,” s...