Chapter Four - Show Ponies The lights dimmed as WhipMistress Sierra and her golden entourage slowly walked back into the darkness and out the exits to the tents in the back lot, which served as dressing/preparation rooms. When the lights came back up, GrandMaster Karl was standing in the middle of the presentation area. A young woman wearing a bright white thong bikini with a barely-there matching top was standing to his...

Joan is busy cleaning the house, but her mind keeps thinking about how much she wants to be taken by a well-endowed black lover and fucked like a slutty bitch. Joan decides to go shopping for some important items she needs, including a handsome black stud. She changes into a revealing outfit, guaranteed to attract the attention of men, and who she might go home with to satisfy her big black cock lust-filled desire. The ou...

Summer was nearly over, and the return to studying was imminent. Barbara and I would be heading to university. We both achieved good grades in our exams. We had set ourselves a challenge this summer. Barbara has just told me her story from last night. What a clever, naughty, bold minx she is. She went to pay a call on Mr. Bell, wearing her school uniform; okay, nearly wearing it. Her tits were showing, her bum was showing...

"You came back for a second look, then?" Cassie said with a smile, having decided that Joe looked like the kind of man who would take her remark in the flirtatious manner it was meant. "I've never been very good with 'subtle', as you've just proved," Joe replied. "Me neither," Cassie confirmed with a giggle. When Joe passed by the park bench where Cassie was sitting, his smile acted as a polite greeting and gave her all t...

Joan woke the next morning, still curled in tight to her cuckold husband. The scent of heated sex rose from her body and permeated the air. She slid across the rumpled bed, damp with love juices, and headed naked to the bathroom to take a much-needed piss. As she heard her piss hitting the water, her mind ran wild with naughty thoughts of the last twenty-four hours, and all the fucking she had enjoyed, yet she still had s...

The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, casting sterile light over rows of desks where girls shifted nervously in thigh-high stockings and micro-skirts. This was my class at the University of Sluts, Los Amigos. My palms were slick against the wooden desktop as Professor Blackwood's gaze fell upon me. His fingers tapped my exam paper. "Your written answers on fellatio techniques were... impressive." His knuckle brushed my...

Joan had been home for several days, but her mind was still consumed with thoughts of her extreme vacation, causing her pussey to be constantly wet and horny. She had thought that satisfying her most extreme sexual desires would calm her desire to experience risky sex. She was wrong. She just wanted more. She had kept herself busy cleaning the house and washing the clothes they had worn while on vacation. The look and sme...

“Kinky Advent Passes?” Jake read with a raised eyebrow. “You’re the one who’s always telling me I’m too ‘vanilla,’” I said, rolling my eyes. I always hated how everyone lorded their sexual prowess over me. So, I wasn’t a slut in college, big deal! “Here’s your chance to dip my toes in the kinky waters. You fill out what you want me to do and fill the advent calendar, and I’ll open one a day for the twelve days leading up...

First night nerves? No. I had planned this for a while. It was my chance to escape my dreary, boring domestic life. This was the 1950s. Women were no longer just the property of a husband, who demanded they dress in pretty dresses, keep a spotless house, have dinner on the table and open their legs when their husband has needs. I had heard of this place. Big money could be earned. Now here was my opportunity. I was out of...

Good evening. This is Anastasia Monroe. I have a hot, sexy story to share with you about my experience over the weekend. A little background first, my husband and I have been talking for a long time about going to a swingers' club. We finally decided to take the plunge and do it, as we aren't getting any younger. To be honest, I was actually kind of nervous not having any idea what to expect. I didn't want a lot of unwant...