Fireman Fuck

Just a quick one based on a suggestion from a friend.


Lisa had no idea where she was or what was happening but as she woke up she knew one thing, it was very hard to breathe. It felt like there were two hands around her neck, squeezing and pulling her around. She also felt like her sex was on fire, as she regained consciousness she became aware of someone with her, someone pinning her down. And that someone was inside her, spreading her apart. Opening her eyes she sees someone wearing a helmet, his face contorted in pleasurable pain, he’s breathing hard. She can smell smoke, the heat of a fire, is it her house? The last thing she remembers is falling asleep in her own bed but now it looks like she is in her backyard, flames tearing through her house as she struggles to breathe whilst being fucked. She reaches a hand out to the man inside her, he looks at her with burning lust in his eyes. He chokes her again, the spots forming in her vision as he sinks himself to the hilt in her pussy. How long has he been fucking her like this in her own backyard?

He loosens his grip again and she breathes deeply, she should be outraged but instead her body is willing her to enjoy this. She hasn’t had a man for a few months and now a fireman is ravaging her body, her knickers have been torn down her legs, still hooked around one ankle, her nightie has been hiked up to allow him free access to her wet cunt. He’s sliding in and out of her, his thick cock stretching her out as he pushes into her. His hands are on her throat, his face grimaces in pleasure as he chokes her, he sees her fear as she can’t breathe and he increases his tempo, her breasts bouncing in her nightie as he pounds her body. When he relaxes his grip he slows down, the lack of oxygen and the impressive girth are pushing her to orgasm.

The roof of her house crashes in, collapsing under its own weight as the fire eats through the support beams. As it crashes his beam feels like it is on fire inside her pussy, no longer caring about how or why but instead intent on making this man, this beast of a man, making him cum inside her. She needs to feel his cum coating her insides. She moans now as he fucks her, a total stranger, a fireman, his body covered in sweat. She’s close, she can feel it.
She begs him, “Please, cum inside me, I need you to put out this fire with your thick hose”.
He grunts, his hands once again close around her neck, he pushes her down into the dirt as he looms above her, massive muscled arms, a six pack that goes on and on, and a tight ass, all pistoning in and out of her. Just as she starts to lose consciousness again he cums. His eruption deep inside triggers her own release. He holds still, the cum boiling up from his balls, it pulses through his dick and sprays forth from the purpled head of his cock. She can feel him pumping inside her, the walls of her vagina suddenly whitewashed as he unloads his heavy balls inside her willing cunt. She screams, as best she can with his hands on her throat, as he thrusts in and out of her, each thrust driving more of his seed deep into her, his guttural groaning driving her own orgasm on. All she can do is convulse as he continues to fuck her, five, six, seven shots of cum and he starts to come down from his orgasm. Completely spent he pulls back, his cock pulling free from her well fucked cunt with a slop sound, a gush of semen rushes forth from her, spilling down between her asscheeks to pool on the ground below her.

He stands up, zips his pants back up and picks her up, his cum running down her thighs as he carries her to his fire truck. He offers her first aid as other firefighters arrive to help put out the blaze. Little do they know that a fire of passion has been started between her legs and water alone will not put it out.

The Initiate

Available now, The Initiate is my first stand alone story to be published in eBook and paperback. You can order it now from all your favourite book stores.

 Jacinta has found her sex life has dwindled to nothing, her nights alone are unfulfilling and she turns to her friends for help. A naughty suggestion from Jessica leads down a path of masturbation denial, crazy fantasies, and an office dalliance. Has Jacinta bitten off more than she can chew?

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Babydoll Part 2

This is part two of the Babydoll challenge series. I am still working on a name for this series, Babydoll simply refers to the challenger. I’m starting to develop some supernatural themes in this series, my imagination is taking us on a wild ride so lets see where we end up.

If you’ve not read it yet, you should check out Babydoll first.


Sarina had had a lonely childhood. The sole daughter of a county judge in Gwent she’d not wanted for anything but friendship. Unfortunately social media and easy friendship were 400 years away. Her father was a strict, religious man. The term sober as a judge was coined from men like him. Sadly for Sarina his sobriety included emotions. Being in the upper echelons of society meant that Sarina was often confined to the manor house, visitors her own age were few and far between.

Having spent her youth indoors Sarina was a pale girl with white skin like pure china, under-developed muscles gave her almost a ghostly appearance. Her love of reading alone in silence had formed in her a desire to be quiet in her movement, she often startled the house-staff with her almost ballerina gracefulness when moving about the house. She was tall for a girl, nearing 6 feet but she was slender, her height only exaggerated her small bosom and slender body. She had eyes of the purest blue, when she looked at you it felt like she was looking into you at your very self.

It was not until she had reached the age of twenty that she was permitted to venture from the manor grounds, albeit with a chaperon to care for her purity. Given her confinement at home she had mastered many sewing disciplines and it was a passion of hers. On her journeys into the world she often went directly to the houses of various sewing artisans to learn more. There was one particular artisan, a mysterious woman by the name of Melissa, whom she often visited. Melissa was welcoming of Sarina, they would spend hours together stitching and weaving thread and cloth, creating such fashions that would be the top of the town in bigger cities like London and Oxford.

After some time the two set up a permanent arrangement, twice a week Sarina would venture down with her chaperon who would attend to various chores while Sarina was in the capable care of the older Melissa. During their time alone they would talk, Sarina would recall the tales she had read in the books her father had purchased for her. Melissa would regale her with tales of the world. Sarina would find herself daydreaming of Melissa and their time spent together when she was home alone in her room. They would be stitching a piece and she would be listening to Melissa talking, her voice hypnotic. Over time the dreams became more erotic in nature. Sarina would picture herself sitting closer to Melissa, inhaling her intoxicating scent, the occasional moments of physical contact as they moved to remain comfortable on the bench together. Sarina would feel a jolt of excitement each time Melissa’s leg moved against hers, her heart would skip a beat when she felt Melissa’s arm upon hers. They would both reach for a spindle of thread and their hands would connect and they would turn and stare into each others’ eyes. Sarina would lose herself in those eyes, she would feel her will melt away.

For weeks her dreams progressed from the innocent touches to more deliberate sexual advances. Melissa had been away for a week attending to some errands in another town and Sarina had not seen her for some time when she had the most explicit dream. Twas the night before their next scheduled get together.

In her dream Sarina saw Melissa sitting before her, Melissa’s arousal was obvious as her hardened nipples jutted out through the thinnest of material that was her shirt. Sarina felt a compulsion to cover Melissa’s breasts with her hands, she knew not why but it felt the right thing to do. She looked at Melissa who reached out and took Sarina’s hands and placed them upon her breasts, her pointed nipples pressing into Sarina’s palms. Fingers entwined Melissa used Sarina’s hands to massage her sensitive chest, grabbing at her own flesh she couldn’t help but utter a moan of pleasure. Sarina felt her own arousal washing over her body, she sensed her own sensitive nipples hardening and a warmth spreading through her body starting from between her legs. Leaning forward she would place her lips upon Melissa’s, the delicate sensation of the illicit kiss would wake her from sleep, her heart throbbing, her brain awash with conflicting emotions, and her pussy on fire with lust.

With her dream still fresh in her mind Sarina made her way to Melissa’s shop. It had been more than a week since they had last seen each other and Sarina was feeling nervous. Her chaperon delivered her and after some small talk with Melissa left to run her errands. Sarina struggled to maintain eye contact with Melissa, instead finding her eyes drawn downward, resting upon Melissa’s plain shirt. A shirt that modestly covered her ample breasts. Not wanting to be caught staring where she should not, Sarina kept her eyes darting around the shop between gazing at Melissa’s breasts. It may have been a trick of the light but every time Sarina looked it appeared like Melissa’s nipples were becoming more and more noticeable through the material covering them.

Feeling the heat in her face Sarina excused herself for a moment, when she returned Melissa asked her if there was anything bothering her, Sarina mumbled a barely perceptible “Nothing” before returning to her seat and her stitching. Sarina returned to her observations only this time her gaze was caught on her first glance towards Melissa. Her breath caught in her throat at the sight of Melissa’s exposed cleavage. She knew she was caught when Melissa broke the silence.

“I know you’ve been looking”.
Sarina’s heart raced, the blood flowed to her face, she glowed a bright, crimson red. Seeing the look of panic on her face Melissa continued.
“I’m not bothered that you are looking, I am flattered by your attention. If you would like to see all you needed to do was ask”.

With that she pulled on the strings of her clothing and bared her breasts in one move. Sarina could not help but stare at the most glorious display of womanhood that she had ever seen. Her own chest paled in comparison and due to the strict modesty of her chaste parents she had never had occasion to see another woman baring herself in such a way. The brazen exposure generated a tingling warmth between Sarina’s legs, her lips grew moist as Melissa cupped herself and tweaked a nipple while her other hand ran up her leg pulling her dress higher up to expose more of her flawless, creamy white thigh.

Hypnotised Sarina could manage the smallest of nods as Melissa continued to lift her dress, she was feeling light-headed from holding her breath as the soft, downy pubic hair between Melissa’s thighs was revealed. She let out the lungful of expired air as Melissa parted her legs, her visibly engorged lips glistening in their arousal as she ran a finger between them. Sarina unconsciously licked her lips as Melissa spread herself open with her fingers, she moaned as Melissa slid a finger inside herself for the first time. Melissa spoke softly to Sarina, “Come closer my girl, can you not see that I want you? Don’t you want to taste me as much as I want you to?” With a split second of guilty hesitation, Sarina knelt before her closest friend as her primal needs overwhelmed her and she breathed deep the heavenly scent of inflamed passion. With Melissa’s hand upon her head she was guided towards the throbbing pussy, flush with arousal. Mere centimetres away from her delicate target Sarina poked out her tongue and took her first sip of sweet nectar. When her tongue met Melissa’s aching clitoris a shiver exploded through her body, her own soaking pussy beat with desire, her nipples hardened like diamonds and she knew this is what she wanted to do for the rest of her life. To kneel before this goddess and to worship at her temple.

Emboldened by the reaction that Melissa was showing to her oral ministrations Sarina explored her friend in greater detail wanting to please her as much as she could. Using her hands she pulled on Melissa’s wet lips, spreading her open like a flower greeting the warm morning sun. Melissa’s inflamed cunt spread before her, Sarina slid a finger deep inside her lover, she could feel the tight canal pulling at her bringing her deeper. As an experiment she leaned forward to suck on Melissa’s clit as she wiggled her finger inside eliciting a grunt of raw need from Melissa. Melissa’s head was flung back, her eyes tightly closed as she reached the brink of long over release. Through gritted teeth she commanded, “Insert another finger and fuck me!” Sarina complied, her middle finger already slippery from rubbing against Melissa’s flowing fountain. With two fingers inside her and her tongue flicking her pleasure centre she adjusted her position on the floor between Melissa’s splayed legs. At that exact moment Melissa throbbed with passion, heaving herself off the chair she was in for a moment, when she came down Sarina found that during the movement her fingers had left Melissa’s pussy and when Melissa came back down one finger returned to her pussy but her middle finger found itself lodged deeply in Melissa’s ass.

The sudden intrusion was like a spark set to a cannon. A deep explosion welled up in Melissa’s body, Sarina continued her attack between spasming legs. Unaware of the orgasm ripping through Melissa’s body Sarina kept sucking, her fingers still reaching deep into Melissa. Melissa let out a mighty grunt as her orgasm hit her, every muscle twitched, her eyes crossed, her spasms forced Sarina to withdraw her fingers or they would be crushed. Sarina knelt back on her feet looking at Melissa as her pussy gushed with a clear liquid. She reached up to her face to find her cheeks slick with Melissa’s cum. She looked up to see Melissa passed out on the seat, her limbs hanging limply as her body recovered from its intense ordeal.

Picture Me Naked

Claire had been stuck in meetings all week, as the company came up to the end of financial year they’d been running over the budget. Claire was not a critical member of the finance team but as the head of a department she was required to sit through the tedious week long meeting to discuss which teams were getting what money. Monday had left her drained, Tuesday had sapped the remaining will to live, Wednesday and Thursday were just a blur of faces and graphs. Friday was shaping up to be just as bad as the rest but at least she had the weekend to look forward to now. Continue reading “Picture Me Naked”

Happy Birthday Baby

Claire had been a typical country girl moved to the city. Living out west she’d dreamed of one day moving to the big smoke to live amongst the hustle and bustle of the metropolis. Sitting in a small kitchen in the little apartment that she shared with her boyfriend Bonham, she sipped her tea as she considered his latest request. Both had had limited sexual experiences before they met but since discovering the pleasure of shared sexual moments they had made an effort to try new things.

Bonham’s latest request was also his most bold request. He wanted a threesome. With Claire and her friend Natasha. As Claire drank her tea she was texting Natasha about meeting up for coffee so that she could broach the idea.

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A Week Without

Patience was not a virtue that Jacinta held too strongly but this week she had tested herself to the limits. The impending weekend was one she had promised herself to wait for. It was only Wednesday afternoon and she was daydreaming at her desk, thoughts floating through her head about the plans she had made for herself. An entire week without masturbation. She had last cum the previous Sunday, twice she had played with herself in the hopes of making it through the week.

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Fleshy Femme Fatale – Part 2

This is Part 2 of a Series called Fleshy Femme Fatale. Originally written as a stand-alone story, Fleshy Femme Fatale had potential for growth and what you see below is that growth. I suggest you read Part 1 first but Part 2 could also be read as its own stand-alone tale.


It had been a few weeks since she had first discovered her fondness for his fleshlight, she played with it as often as she could. The supple feeling of the fake labia against her own inflamed lips drove her to some of the most intense orgasms she could remember having. Her legs were often weak and wobbly from the frequency of her masturbation. During this time she had stopped having sex with her boyfriend and was solely masturbating and he was starting to complain. She had considered buying herself her own fleshlight so she wouldn’t have to keep borrowing his until an idea dawned on her that would solve her problem and his.

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Fleshy Femme Fatale

She hated it.

She admitted to it freely. She hated his fleshlight. That disgusting “toy”. That thing he put his penis in to feel good. Was she not enough? Why did he feel he needed it, that replacement for her vagina?

It was just sitting there on his side of the bed, he’d used it last night and just left it sitting on the bed side table. It was all she could do to look at it, and yet she couldn’t look away. How could something so dirty make him so happy?

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