***HALEY*** I woke up, startled, until I remembered Paul and I were in SF and we’d come for the weekend. Then I remembered last night. He’d screwed me twice, and I’d begged him to teach me what Carl hadn’t, apparently couldn’t. I hadn’t needed to do that; I’m sure I could have gotten him to show me. Carl hadn’t, but…Paul? He would with just a little prompting. Paul was stirring, uncovered, with his cock half-hard. He turn...

She was a fucking vision—perfect in her imperfection. Bound and spread wide, blindfold tugged tight, chest heaving. Panting for him like a bitch in heat. He’d felt it the moment he stripped her—a tightening low in his gut. A twitch behind his zipper. She hadn’t said a word, but her body had already confessed. The scrawl on her chest—black ink now sheened in sweat—wasn’t just decoration. It was a declaration marked in her...

I feel so demeaned, kneeling and lapping the Sauvignon Blanc out of the bowl like a dog. I glance up at Chloe sitting at the breakfast bar, swilling the wine in her glass as she contemplates me. She sees me looking at her so she smirks and spreads her legs. I am rewarded with a glimpse of a cartoon giraffe on the front of her pair of panties. The damp patch around the giraffe’s cartoon nose is so incongruous and pulls me...

I enter the bar just as I've been told. When the barmaid comes to take my order, she glances down my top. Her eyes widen, then she smirks. She whistles to draw everyone's attention before making me stand and remove my top. The sound of chairs being moved back as people get to their feet echos around the bar. It reminds me of the hyenas in the Lion King. The first has his jeans undone, cock in hand before he reaches me. It...

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...

Her husband pinches her nipple through her dress. Hard. “Are you a slut?” Nods nervously. “A dirty little slut?” Swallows. “Say it.” “I’m a dirty little slut.” Her voice tremulous, a tiny bird. “Louder.” “I’m a dirty little slut.” A new power informs her voice. Her hand snakes inside the pants of a man not her husband. He pinches her other nipple. Her husband caresses her hair. “Good girl.” He rips away the halter of her...

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.”...

“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...

Two faces on the screen; the husband connected via a remote link, and his wife Pippa, propped up on my wife’s and my conjugal bed. “I need to be pumped full,” the woman whispered. “I really need to be pumped full of spunk.” She looked away from the camera, straight at me, where I stood with a raging erection. “Please fill me up with spunk. Please pump me full.” My wife let the camera roam, over Pippa’s gropeable breasts t...

“What the fuck?” I’d never heard the man use an expletive before, so he must be taken aback. I glanced at the screen to see his shocked face, next to the square where I could see the view the camera was affording him; his wife Pippa on the far side of the badly maintained square of tarmac claiming to be a car park, completely naked save for a pair of red high heeled shoes. She wasn’t alone. Next to her was my wife, dresse...

I trained the camera on each of Pippa’s limbs one after the other, making sure her husband got a good view of her manacled wrists and ankles and the chains binding her to the bed. His voice was unsteady. “What’s… what’s going to happen to her?” I didn’t bother to answer, instead, I focused on the lipstick scrawl my wife had applied to the insides of Pippa’s thighs, “NEEDY FUCK HOLE” (arrows pointing to the spot). Moving t...

“Not long to wait, Cuck. I can hear them on the stairs.” I glanced at the screen, seeing the man swallow hard. He didn’t respond verbally, but that was nothing to me. Instead, I trained the camera on the doorway so that he would see what I saw as my wife showed his wife into the room. Relaxing in an armchair I watched as they came toward me; my wife dressed in glossy, black leggings and a blue tunic pinched tight across h...