I knew I'd have to try swallowing cum eventually, but it was the third blowjob before I plucked up the courage. I was on my knees, sucking hard and taking instructions: "Faster!" "Let your hair brush my cock like that again..!" I felt it nudge the edge of where I'd gag, and pulled back, then sucked only the top, jerking the base with my hand... I never saw his semen. It shot against the roof of my mouth as if syringed. I...

Guys like me don’t land girls like Annika by chance. It's not the natural order. Divine intervention? Fate? Karma? Blind luck? Pick your crutch. The fact is, it happened. And it changed my life. I tap out a vertical line of coke, ending an inch above her slippery clit, snort and chase the high by burying my tongue in her bald pussy as she clutches my nape. She arches against me, clamps her thighs and begs for more, thrash...

Julie is enjoying her new job with Mr. Henshaw far more than she ever dreamed. At least once a day, she milks Mr. Henshaw of his creamy fluid. She loves the taste and how it slides down her throat and wonders why she refused to do it for all those years. Julie is relatively satisfied giving Mr. Henshaw a handjob to extract his seaman. Twice though, she put the head of his giant cock in her mouth instead of resting it on h...

If I live to be seventy-five years old, I shall have thirty-nine-and-a-half-million minutes of life. I was happy to spare five of them to suck his penis. The first two minutes, I produced as much spit as I could to moisten that cock. From minute three onwards, it was wet, and my lips and gums slid smoothly up and down. As minute four ticked on, he purred and, "mmm'ed," and praised me by name. Minute five was a blur of ton...

“So glad you remembered, sissy-girl,” Katie said. “Also, so glad to see you enjoying my panties from last night. Stand up, I want to inspect your work.” I took one last sniff and tossed her panties over to my bag. I stood up. She walked up and checked my makeup, looking me over. She groped my chest, squeezing my breast forms in the bra through my sheer blouse. “Nice tits,” she said. She lifted the front of my skirt and gi...

The following morning was just as unexpected as the previous night. I awoke from slumber to the sound of a chirpy teenager, my granddaughter, offering me breakfast in bed. I turned towards the sound and slowly peeled my eyelids back. The slow reveal was tantalisingly gorgeous. A smooth, velvet slit was inches from my face. After taking in the glorious sight, I followed it upwards over her taught belly only to be presented...

"Really, it's my own fault," Sophia thought. "I told Him that I would not, simply would not wear a collar in public. Not tonight, not any night. No. That collar was for us privately. I was not His 24/7 submissive. I had agreed to be his 24/2 1/2 submissive. From Friday after work until Monday morning, I was his collared girl, but from Monday to Friday, I was my own person." Nonetheless, Sophia balked even though this was...

Toby and Veronica have kind of a weird relationship. She only met him after we had all gotten back together again, after our horrible year, because when all that happened, she was busy with stuff going on with her own family and with moving back to England and all, so she missed that part. But we’ve told her everything, of course, and she actually thinks the whole thing is just hilarious. But anyway, she and Toby act like...