I was in the kitchen when I heard the doorbell ring. I felt the all too familiar excitement in my naked pussy at the anticipation of meeting Grant's new secretary. I smoothed down my dress and cupped my shapely breasts, lifting them and making them look presentable. First impressions are always important. I checked my hair and makeup in the hall mirror as I walked by and grabbed the front door handle. "Ok, Amanda, big bri...

Bo drew her panties down to her knees. Her parted legs stretched the thin, red, cotton material to its limits. He looked up at her mound. He already knew that she shaved because Malc had told him. He had wanted a picture too, but Malc was reluctant to give him one, he understood. Not that it mattered now. He slid a hand slowly up towards it. It was always a pleasure touching a woman’s cunt for the first time, and he alway...

Gemma pushed the front door shut with her backside before moving to the coat rack. She sighed as she kicked off her shoes and dropped her shopping bags down. Her feet were sore, and she was mentally exhausted after her final Christmas shopping trip. Her home was warm and welcoming but there was something wrong. The lights were on everywhere. Malc was supposed to be out at his work office party, and he never left lights on...

Jake walked away from the Inn hand in hand with both women, Jenny holding his left hand and Kirsty his right. He was horny. Anne had met him as he left the toilet. No one seemed to be around. She kissed and groped him. “I can’t wait to get you into my bed again,” she had told him. As he pulled away, he saw George. The look on his face told him that he had seen everything. Halfway up the road out of sight from anyone behin...

Susan was moaning softly when Samuel began to lower her legs. For over five minutes he had held them up by his shoulders as he pounded her hard. His thrusts had more force behind them this time. She had sensed his determination and aggression. She knew why. When he finally came with a loud roar, she felt his come spurting inside her. It had been the first time she had actually felt a man’s cum spurting inside her. He kiss...

As I walked the distance between our two houses, the implications of what I’d just done struck me like a bolt of shame-filled, slutty lightning. John and I had discussed sexual fantasies before, but it was usually him talking about all the nasty, dirty things he wanted me to do, or have done to him. I was much too embarrassed to voice any of my real fantasies. John was big into sexual humiliation and, without even really...

Here we go, Tom thought as he pulled up in front of his apartment and saw her sitting on the hood of her car. Alexa was a neighbor from the next building over, and she flirted relentlessly with him. She wasn’t even particularly subtle about it when he was with his wife. What she didn’t know was that Felicia didn’t mind. She acted as if she did, but it was just playing into her fantasies. They had even considered letting i...

Kirsty returned with the cane, standing by the bed with it balanced in the palms of her outstretched hands, and offering it to Jake. Jenny saw her subservient pose; she was almost a mirror image of herself. Jenny, however, had been much older when she was introduced to caning, and it had been Jake, who had shown her the joys of submission and pain. Now, he was teaching her daughter. She remembered her first time well. He...

They went back downstairs fifteen minutes later. He had watched her touch up her make-up, thinking about the sex between them. He had helped her re-make the bed, watched her get back into her knickers and put her tights back on. “My feet feel so much better,” she had said to him, “Thank you.” Jake smiled. ‘Was that a thank you for the sex as well?’ he wondered. As she opened the door to the public entrance she turned and...

“Please,” she whimpered. “Please what? you needy little slut.” “Please use me, Miss.” I looked at her. The contrast between the professional woman that had entered the room minutes earlier and the needy whimpering begs coming from the semi-naked slut now kneeling on the floor was so delicious. I’d met her online, in one of those cavernous chat rooms where there are hundreds of people in the room but only a few actually ta...

You’ll call me Miss. At school, Miss was a terrible student. It wasn’t that I was stupid or incapable; it was that I could never find the motivation to apply my effort, not to the subjects they teach in schools. There was just one branch of learning that Miss threw herself into with enthusiasm. At least it was learning for me. I tirelessly honed and perfected what I called my ‘brattitude’. Being a brat, to Miss, is more t...