Rock our world!

I stepped back and watched the cum dripping from her cunt; she looked disgustingly sexy. “Go home.” She glared for a moment at me. “And I hope you have learned your lesson!”

Mind the Gap

But most of all, I see. See the trembling orgasm, the long breaths and the clenched fist. See the relief on your face as you redouble your efforts on your friend, forcing me to watch her explode into a million pieces of sheer orgasmic delight.

Winners and Losers Ch 04

The crowd wanted action, and behind us the losing players entered the field of play. Many were shirtless, accepting the cool breeze of a late September afternoon. Their goalkeeper was naked, his large cock swinging as he walked towards the mats. I think he wanted to show off his masculinity, to try and salvage some pride from his well endowed prick.

Got Wood?

I loved those couples, his hand exposing her bare skin to the sky, caressing her tender bosom as I showered them with purple blossom. She would slide down his body, slowly kissing every inch of the bare-chested warrior. His trousers were a trivial obstacle, his underwear even less so, as her luscious tongue swept up and down his erect shaft. And then, as they sought to consummate their love, she would straddle his wood: firm and hard like my branches, but bringing her undeniable pleasure as she rode him to a guttural climax.

Winners and Losers Ch 03

It was a meat market. There was no consideration as to whom they were going to select, just a bawdy scream of cries from the crowd of horny men. All they wanted was holes; that’s all we were to them, a couple of orifices to bring them guilty pleasure. To boost their ego and to feel the consequences of their victory.

Fiction: Revenge Chess

“Sure. But if I win you go down on me.”

“What? All three inches of it.” A low blow, Paula. A very low blow. “OK. But when I win, you go down on any guy I choose.” She waited for a few moments. “You can even do it in my bed, with my lube and I’ll record it for you.”

Winners and Losers Ch 02

In truth, I wanted him to. The confused squeals and unmistakeable grunts from the room piqued my curiosity. I could never admit it to my team-mates, but at that moment I was intrigued as to what buggery would feel like. I needed to know.

Birthday Release (Flash Fiction)

“Are we horny?” She needlessly asked, tracing her long finger from my forehead, down my nose and torso. A little flick of my cock made me squeal; I needed a couple of deep breaths as every touch swamped my senses with arousal.

No laughing matter

But she continued: belly laughs as I tried to do what I needed to do. Thrusting, ramming, pounding, fucking her. And I wanted to fuck her. To drive my manhood into her until she screamed with delirious orgasm.

Flash Fiction: Outlawing “Sorry”

Her tongue swept over my cock as she sucked, drawing her mouth down my erection as her hands toyed gently with my balls; a gentle finger here, and small squeeze there had me teetering on the edge of my climax. I watched; staring intensely as her slick movements sent shivers through my cock.

FFF: Sonja (Flash Fiction)

She would watch my eyes trace her dripping body across the screen, drooling slightly as the pouting woman pulled on her left strap to expose her breast. She did it every time: the soft, rounded orb of gorgeousness, freed for my benefit.

Spank A-to-Z Fiction: Winners and Losers

My mouth welcomed the victor, sliding his warm, firm cock between my lips. I sucked; I’d practised on my girlfriends dildo as we knew the rule changes in the league for this year, but nothing prepared me for the real thing. I licked the soft ridges as his foreskin slid back and his glans became exposed, sucking in his masculinity and swirling my tongue over his sensitive head.

FFF: Rolling Stock

Key Words: Parting, Station Word Limit: 200 Forbidden Words: Discreet, Forbidden, Tryst Extra Credit: Name the train and the destination Tears at the station were tough; parting from my wife was difficult but the war tore families away from each other, sometimes permanently. We had to cherish the good times, and I had spent two …

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Spank A-to-Z Fiction: Team Victory

They wanted me to fill her cunt with my seed, to stamp my victory on the opposing team, and to have her forever remember the day her boys lost to their greatest rivals. They wanted to see her struggle with the humiliation, yet love the feelings in her cunt as my cock had her mind drunk with lust.

FFF: Eager

“You’re eager,” she giggled. It was the best part of the day. It was the time when I was allowed to entice the underwear from the gorgeous Lily and dive into her muff, savouring the gentle fur against my face. The succulent muskiness, the warm wetness and the red marks I leave as I grab her thighs bearing down on my head.

Spank A-to-Z Fiction: Quashing her rebellious spirit

I had Rosie Marshall on my books and I had to try and get young Rosie through her probationary period without re-offending. I was told that this was impossible, and she was the reason there was a vacancy: the last probation officer quit. The one before that had a nervous breakdown, and the one before that tried to kill her. It was a long list of failures, but it was easy to see why.

Spank A-to-Z Fiction: Opening his mind

She smiled to the camera, as she grabbed the shirt on the back of his neck and threw him over the desk, sending his nameplate cascading onto the carpet below. “I’m going to teach you some manners,” she barked, grabbing a fist full of his trouser waistband and jerking it downwards.

Spank A-to-Z Fiction: No touching, Sir!

She interrupted with a cough. “That’s a serious problem you have there. I will not have my girls upset by silly little boys,” she ignored my interruption as she opened the door on the only cupboard and withdrew a wooden rattan cane, sliding it out in front of my nose. “Whoa!”

Spank A-to-Z Fiction: Maria’s Masochistic Monopoly

Her firm grip on the base of my back as she arranged herself into position, rubbing the hair that lined my masculine bum. I know she glanced at my testicles hanging underneath or traced the line of my body from my taut calves to the arch of my back. She does these things, because I do those things. The admiration of the sub is part of the game.

Spank A-to-Z Fiction: Lecturing with Mistress Ceri

I knew what would happen; we both did. Encouraging sadists was a dangerous game and one squeal was all it took. Suddenly there was an unspoken competition between them: who could make her squeak the loudest. Every spank got firmer, louder, more painful. I would see her fighting back the tears, and screwing up her face as trainee dominant after trainee dominant sized up her gorgeous arse with battering hits.