Amidst the endless rows of plump pumpkins, a luscious virgin stood bare and unashamed, offering her body as a symbol of appreciation for the bountiful harvest that had been reaped. Her alabaster skin glistened in the warm autumn sun as she surrendered herself to the carnal desires coursing through her body. The vibrant orange hues of the pumpkins created a striking contrast against her fair complexion, accentuating her al...

Under the harvest moon's spell, the scarecrow's straw-filled body transformed into a stunning redhead. Her desire to break the pumpkin field curse led her to seduce the villagers. With each encounter, her insatiable pussy devoured their life-giving seed as she lured them into the depths of perilous euphoria. When the hundredth man plunged into her gushing, throbbing core, a primal surge of power coursed through her with h...

I was reviewing where we were in our sexual adventure. It seemed to me that in a couple of months, Sally and I had progressed a long way. Firstly, there was the simple fact that Sally wanted to meet guys in a social way. Then we had the slutty clothes being brought. Then going to bars, allowing Sally to be touched up and check out the bloke's cock. After that, the quick jump to dancing and being fingered to orgasm moved o...

”I feel like a whore in church,” Kia mumbled. “You’re in a church, you whore!” Kat laughed. Calling the location a church required either a time machine or a total disregard for reality. At one point in time, it had been a classic, Christian church. The rigors of time, abandonment, and the now-gone cult of Satanists that claimed it as their own had left it a sullied, desanctified shell. Multicolored beams of light trickle...

It's funny how situations develop. One minute your are sitting there minding your own business and the next bang, and the whole situation is turned on it's head. Strangely, in Scotland, we do get nice summer days (apart from the dreaded midge's), and this was one of those days. The tourists had been arriving in droves from the ferry, most staying at the campsites with their tents, caravans, or camper vans. Families with s...

Victoria Dean, or am I still Victoria Angel? I used to be Victoria Angel, but it’s been five years since then. Am I really going to do this? God, I want this: Larry’s cock. Not Trent's cock any more; I want Larry’s cock. I want to be here, naked in front of Larry, with Larry naked with me. I do want it. I'm laying here with him, ready to fuck me. Fuck me! Yes, fuck me. I love to feel his hands on my breasts, pulling on my...

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...