Lisa Gary asked me to review and edit what he had written so far about us, and I was more than happy to do that. Honestly, I was super excited to be the first to read about us from his viewpoint. I was looking forward to reliving our experiences through his eyes. The only thing that surprised me was the emotional side of things. I was increasingly worried about his inability to see how irresistible he was to Rachel, Tina,...

After the race, I brought the winner a drink into his paddock. "Need anything else?" "You." He approached, making me lean against the hood of his Porsche as he unzipped his racing suit, his toned body glistening with sweat. "Celebrate with me?" Nodding, I lifted my dress, revealing my bare, glistening folds. As he drove himself deep within me, I felt an intoxicating rush. My violent moans attracted the pit crew, who gathe...

The day after the punishment session with Bill, I stayed overnight at his large house in London. He told me he had invited a group of twelve male friends of his over to his house, where I would be made available to them in his custom-built playroom. He informed me that I would be at their beck and call, for anything sexual they required of me, and to expect them to want to fuck me together, then later, rope me down on his...

It was Friday morning, and I’d arrived at work early to catch some labourers before they got involved in any other jobs. We had an issue with water about six miles up the new road we were constructing. It was in a place we had not expected, and I would have to design an extra culvert to go under the road. I parked my car and went straight to where all the men stood, waiting to be assigned work. I was getting cat-calls and...

Kay’s husband Brian was away playing golf. Their daughter Chelsea’s hunk of a husband Tony was overseas on business. Kay and Chelsea decided to have a lazy girls’ weekend away, staying at a comfortable coastal resort hotel. Kay was fifty-one but looked a few years younger. Chelsea was nearly thirty, and a non-monogamous slut. Over dinner, on the first night away, Chelsea was full of chat about misbehaving while Tony was o...

It’s Friday eve, dressed to deceive Dress as sexy as I can A Slutty dress, for more access To hunt my muscle man . This timid mouse will leave my house To the club, tis where she flirts Once each year, dressed, hid from peer Will fuck a stranger, till it hurts . Now at the club, the dance floor rub Our bodies start to rock The dance gets slow, my camel toe Rubs up against his cock . Half to his knee, for all to see Too bi...

That week, Lari had second thoughts about the proposed rendezvous. How much did she know about Puzo anyway? Let alone his friends. And she shouldn't betray Florin like this. So she delayed her reply to him, again and again. But she couldn't completely get the idea out of her head; the thought of being fucked by Puzo and his friends crept into her dreams, and she woke with hard nipples and dripping pussy several times that...

Emma I’ve been having this reoccurring dream and waking up in the morning with the images clear in my head. It’s a very horny dream, and I have been jumping on Eddie as soon as he stirs. And then, during the day, when I am having quiet thoughtful moments, the dream returns and my imagination has been running wild, as have my fingers. When I mentioned it to Eddie, he encouraged me to tell him more and more, and as we make...

I woke up with my beautiful wife still in my arms. The fragrance coming from her body reminded me of what I had witnessed, as my wife got fucked again and again, by a gang of bikers, at Daytona bikers week. Joan stirred in my arms, feeling my hard cock, she pushed her ass tight to my now erect cock, moaning softly as if remembering how she had been taken the day before. I pulled her lips to mine, passionately kissing the...

Dorothy was working on her family farm. Her parents were older and couldn't do as much as they used to with the animals and the fields. She would rather have left to go to school or get a job in the big city, but she couldn't leave her family lest they lose the farm altogether. More than the feeling that she was missing out on the life of a teenager, college student, and typical young woman, she was feeling her sexuality...