Georgina Harris stood in front of me in her underwear. Her long, red hair was no longer tied back. It flowed against her shoulders, Her pretty, freckled face made me feel proud to be alive. I sat on my leather chair, holding my dress up. My erect cock, tight against my pink thong. Christine Wells tried to comfort a distressed Sue Lewis. Georgina removed her...
Mrs. Crow was the local slag; most people knew it; some deemed to talk to her others avoided her like the plague. Most men admired her secretly; many would have just loved a turn between the sheets with her but dare not admit it. Like most slags Mrs. Crow did not care what anybody thought of her, in fact she was fearless and outspoken, her one and only fear...
Note: Please do not think this story is racist against any religion (I hate them all honestly). It is honestly more of a treatise upon our times. Daisy is every bit as much a character straight out of any Saturday or Sunday morning on a London High Street. Take both with a grain of salt. *** Daisy knew she looked rough. Walking down the High Street at seve...
It is vital to the understanding of this story to read the first chapters. As always I encourage comments as it helps to improve the writing. In the ensuing months, Paul and I continued our extraordinary life and enjoyed the surreal (and what many people would consider abnormal) ménage a trios with our elderly milkman Ron. For myself, life could not have b...
Roni was depressed. Nothing that unusual, for she was often depressed, some would say she was always depressed. But this was different; it was not one of the usual topics that was depressing her. It wasn't her lank, mousy hair, her droopy 36 d tits, her sturdy thighs, biggish bum or podgy tum. It wasn't the fact that she couldn't find a real boy friend and t...
Well we decided to go to the village for the weekend. I mailed John (the mechanic) to tell him. We went down early on the Saturday morning and arrived early afternoon. John greeted us at his garage and said he had mentioned it around the village and everybody was eagerly looking forward to it. We had something to eat and drink, then John asked me if I want...
(please read Bound Experience first) I decided to make Chas wait another day in jail after leaving me tied to the tree naked for all the men to use, but I had to admit that I had enjoyed it and it had been a real turn on walking home in public naked and covered with dried on cum. The next day I dressed very sexy again in a very short tight black stretch dr...
A Walk in the Park Copyright © 2014 Charlie the Wanking Wanker and Kingswoman Voiced by Kingswoman, written by Charlie the Wanking Wanker. * * * * * Click Here to listen: .mp3 format or .ogg format. (43 min/mp3) * * * * * Warning: this story is 45 minutes long and pure filth from start to end. mhk555 has made a great offer to illustrate this story....
One of my first girlfriends was called Tracy (her actual name, not changed). I went out with her for some time and I particularly remember that she let me fuck her on our first date, and because we had no condoms I had to pull out at the last minute and cum on the ground between her legs. I remember it as though it were yesterday – we'd just got off the bus...
Hi, allow me to introduce myself. My name's Martika. I'm 30 and I'm a 3rd generation prostitute and I've been so for the last 16 years. I've always worked the streets, never even bothering to think about any other form of prostitution. Streetwalking is the one for me! So I know my shit, right? Right! So let's get on with it! Attitude ; attitude is ever...