Why I Swallow © 2003

“Swallow it.You know I want you to.”

I hate being squatted over like this, mouth open, tongue out, hoping the cum won’t land in my eyes.

“Coming ready or not.”

Fingers pull and stretch above me.Great gobs of cum slide out.I swallow but too quickly.The second load hits closed lips and drools across my cheek.

“Good boy,” she says, lowering her just-fucked cunt onto my face.

“You getting hard eating my Hubby’s cum, boy?”

She laughs at my excitement.She knows what I’m waiting for.

“Ok” she says to her husband, “you can suck him now.”

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Punter © 2003

Money in one hand, wedding band on the other, he stands frozen by the reality of his need.

“Anal is extra,” I say taking the cash.

He shakes his head, his eyes fixed on my erection.

“Oral it is then.”

I slide the condom over him and watch him shudder.

“You can touch me if you like.”

His hand twitches but doesn’t grasp my cock.He can barely grasp that he’s here.

Wickedly, I wank as I suck.He comes with my finger up his virgin ass.

He returns to wifey relieved and ashamed.We both know he’ll be back.

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Sauce for the Goose © 2002

She’d lied when she said it wouldn’t hurt.It hurts bad; but it feels good.

I groan into the ballgag as she pushes the rubber cock further into my arse. “You like that don’t you slut? You want it deeper don’t you? Or is that harder?”

If only I could reach my cock or if she would touch it.It is so hard it aches.

This is what I get for pushing my wife to have anal sex.

“Ok,” she’d said, “but after you.”

I laughed when she first donned the strap-on. I’m not laughing now; but I am coming.