"The third and final part...think bukkake..."
This girl, of course, doesn’t have the slightest wish to get away. In my mind I’m shaking my head and smiling again, thinking about all the hundreds of thousands of dumb guys who at this very moment, all over this...
"The story moves downstairs, into the basement. Where the women await..."
The air reeks of anticipation and testosterone as I descend the staircase into the basement level. It looks like there will be no stampede, but I sense a slight increase in the walking pace of those leading the way. I...
"True memoirs from the ultimate private party..."
A dozen men wait in the conservatory. Some sit on the few chairs at the far end of the room, and some stand, but few are feeling chatty. All of them, from twenty-somethings to those in their sixties, look like...
"Laura Enjoys A Memorable Alarm Call in Thailand"
The damp heat oozed around my body, wrapping itself around me like an oven’s embrace. That clunky fan seemed to whirr in the distance somewhere across the dormitory, but the old relic had evidently lost the fight against nature. I...
"Schoolgirl Connie thinks she would be a good slave - is the young virgin up to the job?"
Connie looked up at me with the widest, most curious pair of eyes I had ever seen. They were like a bear back from a failed salmon hunt: hungry and brown. Her lips burst with youthful fullness. My cock hardened. I...
"A story inspired by a recent visit to the barber"
I steal another glance in the mirror. She’s still impassive, eyes down, on her work. They don’t meet mine. I try, and fail, to stop my own eyes from dropping. To the velvety expanse of skin under her throat, and...
"Emma comes back to earth with a thump, but gets some relief on the sunny pool terrace"
“I will keep these items, Miss Carling. You won’t be needing them in the near future.”It’s barely two minutes since Rupert pulled his fully erect dick out of my sopping sex. And now he’s telling me to get out –...
"Emma's - and your own - patient wait for sex comes to an end!"
Tuesday, 10am My mood is even more terrible when I wake up. Now I’m not just frustrated, I’m tired too. My first response to the morning is to frown and sigh. The Colin Firth-lookalike rouses us again, pulling back the...
"Emma has a wonderful evening at the school's formal welcome do..."
Monday, 7.40pm I’m well into getting ready. I’ve just showered again, this time without company and without the audience. Even the two chairs the men were sitting on this morning weren’t there. I’m starting to wonder if it was all...
"Emma finishes up her session with Miss Jackson, and gets a look around the house..."
Miss Jackson leans back in her chair, offering me no further guidance. She’s all ears, it seems. I swallow hard. Suddenly being naked in front of her seems like the easy part. But speak of my sex life? My, that’s...