Cum Swallowing


Leanne (chapter two)

"Where the fucking hell have you be..." Rob stood at the top of the stairs, arms akimbo, his face red with rage. Midway through the sentence, he realise Leanne looked as if she had been in a train wreck. "What the fuck happened to you?" He yelled, not moving off of his spot to allow her to pass. "Fucking hell Leanne, you smell like a whore and you're covered in goo. Where have you been?""Having a fucking good time." She answered and pushed past him. "What is that supposed to mean?" But he knew already that his girlfriend was splattered with spunk and judging by the amount, it was with more than one donor. "It means Rob, that I fucked a group of strangers in the car park on the common.

Leanne (Chapter one) - A woman scorned...

Leanne yelped as the first slap struck home on her bare arse cheek, leaving a red hand mark and a stinging sensation she hadn't felt since she was very young. The second slap caught her other cheek and brought tears to her eyes. The heat was making her wet. Her embarrassment of having her arse stuck way up into the sky heightened her arousal. Being bent over a car bonnet with her pants around her ankles and her skirt hitched up over her waist was bad enough, but knowing that at least twelve men were watching her public humiliation and at least four of those were already jerking their cocks just added to her wants. "Harder." She rasped between clenched teeth.

Shes tempting Part 2

Everyone knew what time she entered the building but never knew what time she left. The first thing people heard was the sound of her heels clicking on the floor. She walked with confidence with her head held high. Next was seeing her caramel skin tone, hazel eyes, long dark brown hair and the curvy shape of her body. Her lipstick color always matched her outfits. She was very attractive, in her late twenties, and single. "Good morning" she would say with a smile to people who were near her. The perfume she wore was soft but, very strong. The females in the office would see the men close their eyes, deeply inhaling the scent of her perfume and then exhale.

My Son Visits From College

Dave was feverishly finishing up a project presentation in his home office while his wife was upstairs cleaning their son's room and making his bed. They had gotten the call from Alan last night that he and his girlfriend were coming home from college for a weekend visit. Alan was a good kid, he got moderately good grades, played on the college lacrosse team, and usually called home regularly. These calls always had the same format - talk to his mother for a while, say "hi" to his father, then ask his dad for money. For Dave, the format was the same too, he would ask about Alan's grades, ask about lacrosse, go to the bank the next day to deposit a pile of money into his son's account.

The Drive ... the destination

After the hot drive home and the grand entrance into the back yard we finally make it inside. Clothes half on and half off I grab some cans out of the fridge and make my way to the lounge room to crank the music up. He goes to the bathroom and comes back with his jeans back on and a t-shirt. I have made an attempt of sorts to get some sort of clothing on, making sure that it is something with easy access to both my tits and my pussy, after all we both know that the night is still so very young. I look at the clock ..it's only 8.30. We sit on the couch, but not right next to each other. We leave a gap like we usually do.

She's Tempting

Everyone knew what time she entered the building but never knew what time she left. The scent she wore was soft but very alluring. Mocha skin tone with long dark brown hair, hazel eyes and a smile that would light up a room. People couldn't help but greet her every time she came into the building. She only wore platform shoes to work and had a mean walk. She was the only female at the office who wore platform heels. The outfits that she always wore short & tight. Guys in the office turned their heads when she walked passed looking at her small waist, long lean sexy legs, and ass that had guys lost for words. The bra she wore barely held her large melon breast.

Slave: Chapter two

The remainder of the voyage passed by timelessly. It might have been the six weeks it actually was, or six months or years or just a few minutes. Someone marked the days at sea on the base of the mast where it was founded in a complicated joint to the keel board. Victoria didn't bother to look or count the groups of four vertical lines with a diagonal slash across for each completed set. Her passage of time on the voyage was taken up, either sitting alone and silently at the far end of the hold that held just over half of the original cargo, or being violated by her captor who had chosen her body for his own pleasure.

Slave: Chapter one

It was during the darkest hours, those before the dawn that they stole up from the river. Silently encircling the village and stopping on the outside of the boma. The dogs, the villager's normal clarions, died noiselessly after eating the poisoned meat, thrown over the thorn bush barrier, designed to keep the Hyenas and marauding leopards away from the livestock of goats and the few cattle they kept.The heat of the hot sun had leached out of the dung bricks that formed the bases of the huts, to be replaced by the chill of the night. They slept on rough cots, covered in skins or blankets given by the missionaries, oblivious of their impending fate.The signal, a short yip, woke Aneesha.

Abigail: Part 1

Foreword. It is a sad fact of life that many of our teenage children come off the tracks. There are many hypotheses that try to explain how it is, our society cannot cater for the younger generation, how it fails them at a fundamental level and leaves them to learn and fend for themselves. We teach our children the usual things, History, Geography, to read and write, numerical skills, but we seem to have forgotten how to teach them social graces and how to behave.

Abigail, part two

The Club. Their invitations arrived in a pink envelope in Monday morning's post. Neither of them had really expected their application to be successful, but now that it was and had become a reality, their excitement was tinged with some trepidation.