Part Three Zoe lay back exhausted as all the men slowly left the room. Her head was buzzing and her body was still occasionally vibrating in her post orgasmic state. She wasn’t quite sure how long she remained there, legs spread wide, spunk slowly drippling out of her sore pussy, but suddenly she heard Stacey’s husky voice. “Come on now, let’s get you cleaned up.” She took Zoe’s hand and helped her back to the changing rooms. She led her through a connecting door into a private shower room where all her clothes were hanging up. There was a hospital trolley against one wall, two chairs, a b… Read more

There was even one occasion when if he had had the balls he might even have had a threesome. Imagine the scenario - two positively high and pissed girls and him, lying on a cushion-strewn floor in a warm empty house watching soft porn. He knew the owner had some hard-core porn stashed away (men just know these things, and know where to look) and he did nothing. The girls actually wanted to see something harder. One actually said she didn’t see the point in not seeing all the close-up detail and pointedly looked at him – I mean for fuck’s sake! I could have had two horny young sluts slobbering… Read more

After that I got plenty of action. The pair of them were fascinated by me, and on one memorable occasion they managed to fuck facing each other, legs spread far apart so they could watch my slick length disappear in and out of her cunt. There was also the other occasion when she just sucked me: no fucking, no fingering, not a warm up to something else, just an honest and deeply satisfying blowjob. Satisfying not just for him, but her. She really got into it, taking me as deep as she could into her hot little mouth, spitting on me, licking my whole length and both of us were unable to withstand… Read more

“Condoms?” “No, you?” “No. I’m on the pill.” “Can’t wait any longer, I just have to fuck you” “Me to. Makes me dry, you can’t put it in straight away.” “Don’t worry, I’ll make it wet.” With that my slave began to run my shiny knob head up and down her hairy slit, ever so patiently, teasing her clit again and again. I give him his due: he supported his weight and over about ten minutes of teasing made her cunt a wet and slippery hole ready to admit my whole body. Finally erect and vibrating in anticipation he sank my full length up her hot hole in one easy motion so I was balls deep Then… Read more

The fingers ran up and down my hot straining length and slowly, exquisitely pulled back my foreskin exposing my smooth helmet. The girl in question wasn’t wasting any time and in the middle of all the fevered kissing and exploring tongues she eased off his boxers to reveal me in all my glory. She swooped down low, and her dart like tongue swiftly removed the clear drop of pre-come oozing out of my slit. She quickly went back to French kissing him, an almost audible a****l like gurgle coming from her throat as she swallowed down my juice. Suddenly she was on her back and he was straddling her s… Read more

It was to be over ten summers before I really got to try out my moves on a real woman. I had almost given up all hope and resigned myself to living in that half-light of hastily grabbed lonely masturbation. Having said that, she wasn’t the first woman my slave had got frisky with but it was the first time I was actually put to the use for which I was designed. Up to this point he had French kissed until his lips were red and sore, sucked erect and pert nipples and even licked, sucked and massaged wet, warm and highly attractive pussies, but had one girl even copped a feel? Weren’t they at all… Read more

This was the beginning of a lifelong foray into the world of pornography for both of us. Good porn was hard to come by at that time but surprisingly and fortunately frequently found hidden at the bottom of other people’s sock drawers, cupboards and other strange places. Obviously being roughly handled time and time again was rather dull but I still enjoyed it to a degree, especially when it was accompanied by some visual stimulus. You might think the filthy pictures were just a stimulus for my slave but you would be wrong. Those pictures of hairy Scandinavian women with smiles on their faces,… Read more

It was a hot summer’s day and I had travelled with my appendage to St. Albans to play tennis on the grass courts there. Requiring to relieve himself, my slave (for that is what he really is) went to the rather charmingly old-fashioned toilet block. It was all peeling green paint, brass engaged/vacant locks on the cubicle doors, ‘tracing paper’ toilet tissue in the tiny dispensers and a strong smell of disinfectant. He installed himself in one of the cubicles only to fortuitously find a copy of a gentleman’s magazine called ‘Derriere’ on the cistern. What was this? Glossy pictures of beautiful… Read more

I remember as if it was yesterday when I became self-aware. Obviously I had been alive for quite a while previous to this moment but it was only whilst I was being bathed that I realised my destiny (or so I thought). The bathroom had no shower, not even a mixer so my appendage was forced to pour water onto his thick mop of hair to rinse out the shampoo. An old plastic jug was used for this purpose. He kept missing his head and hitting mine with a steady stream of warm water and it felt just so right. I began to flex my muscles and as he aimed the water straight into my eye I began to laugh.… Read more

My story is not particularly unusual, but perhaps because of my tale’s ordinary nature, told honestly it can at least be of some interest to both connoisseurs of filth and those who wish to make comparisons, both favourable and unfavourable thereof. I suppose I should start by stating that I am not particularly big, nor am I particularly small, in fact it is only this year that I found myself being measured. Now I believe that I would have been best measured with a fabric tailors tape measure, but no, not him, instead I found myself being measured with a steel DIY tape measure – cool to my ho… Read more