My cock is straining against the fabric of my boxers, at odds with the thoughts in my mind. As I raise my eyes to meet her gaze, sweat drips onto the lids slightly obscuring the sight before me. But I force myself to focus on her face. Mouth slightly open, long black hair swaying with the shunting motion of her body as Calum continues his relentless fucking of her arse.

My hand snakes through my zipper, taking hold of my dick. Without realising a slight moan escapes me and I think back to how I got myself into this situation.

I will never forget when she found out. …

Ebony Scrooge is at home on Christmas eve when the ghost of Christmas present appears to her…

Story so far…

Part One from Posy Churchgate ~ It’s Christmas Eve and Ebony Scrooge — an agony aunt — is writing her advice as usual, demonstrating how closed minded & judgemental she is about anything but a vanilla/missionary position lifestyle.

At home that night she is visited by her deceased colleague/mentor, who has learned the error of his ways. He warns her that three spirits will visit her to show her what she’s been missing.

Part Two by Nero Black ~ The first ghost shows Ebony Scrooge some happy memories from when she was younger and experimented with kink. …

The Furtive Gardener ~ Don’t ask why, but I was peeping. I was doing my job, gardening, when something drew me to the back window.

I swear I saw a light flash from the room and took it as a sign. That’s the truth, and there she was laid out on the bed, a bright lamp illuminating the scene before me.

Normally she verged on looking frumpy in a high necked blouse and calf length skirt. But today, she was transformed by her nakedness into the hottest babe I’d ever seen. I mean, alabaster skin and with tits I had only ever dreamed about. Her left hand teasing the nipple. …

How much longer would I have to hold this pose? Moving a muscle, or twitching my toe was met with an impatient sigh.

Thinking back, agreeing to be his model was fast becoming a regret. Surely in this day and age, he could simply take a photo and paint from that image? But perhaps I should stop moaning — after all he was paying extremely well for me to simply lie here in my knickers. There were harder ways to earn a few quid and he was cute in a geeky way.

Be my model?

It began a few weeks ago when he approached me in the bar where I worked, charming and persuasive, explaining the project. A collage of the human form. Made up of paintings, sketches and other media. But he wanted to create a watercolour of me which meant I would need to sit for longer. This was reflected in my wage. …

Half asleep, I stretch out my foot to make contact with Rick. Strange, instead of finding a warm, hairy leg I feel a cool spot on his side.

Realising I am alone in the bed I pull my mind out of its semi conscious state. Maybe he’s in the en suite. We did drink a lot of wine over dinner. It was quite a night. Rick told me he wants to explore sexually. Well, actually, for us both to. We’ve been married ten years and decided at the start we didn’t want kids. Our careers take up too much time, and we enjoy the financial rewards. …

Bart and me have just started playing. He’s a bit strange but I like that. We don’t fuck much. But do a whole lot of other stuff. He works from home and invites me round for games that really spark my kinky side.

The first time I had to come in via the back door — he left it open — and quietly go into his office. Bart was working at his computer. He’d instructed me to crawl under his desk without being seen and silently unzip and suck his cock. Then swallow the lot and leave without saying a word. I can’t tell you how hot that scene made me feel. I actually had a spontaneous climax — no noise — while I licked and teased his dick.

Then last week he told me to arrive in heels, slutty tight low cut dress, no knickers and crimson lipstick. He was on his lunch break and I had to serve him the food. It was ice-cream for afters and he laid me across his desk, smeared my cunt with the cold sweet dessert and ate my pussy. I can’t tell you how aroused I got. First the cold, icy sticky mess all over my sensitive flesh. Then his warm, soft probing tongue feasting on me and the cream. …