All Chapters of SQUIRTS SHOTS: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

She shifted her feet apart as much as the crowd allowed. Jenna’s hand worked deeper, and I could feel Ava’s breathing change against my chest. My own cock was already hard again, still aching from the morning but very much ready for more. We stayed like that until our stop was called. Just as the doors opened Jenna pulled her fingers free, shiny and wet, and pushed them straight into Ava’s mouth in full view of the other passengers. “Clean them.” Ava sucked without hesitation. We stepped off the train with her kept firmly between us. Jenna took Ava’s hand and led the way through the crowd. We surfaced into autumn sunshine and threaded through the busy Soho streets, past the sex shops and parlours and bars, until Jenna turned us down a narrow side alley. The tattoo and piercing studio looked dark and almost derelict from the outside, but inside it was bright and clean. A tall, we

I’m Aine and I’m thirty two years old. I’m an Irish brunette who has never been any good at settling down or following the usual rules when it comes to what I want in bed. My real weakness has always been BDSM and the darker and more taboo the better.I crave the rush that comes with rough and promiscuous games especially when there are larger groups involved and everyone lets go of their inhibitions and lets the perversions run free. Every weekend I arrange these private gatherings and invite people who want the same kind of release from ordinary life. The build up to these nights is half the fun.I plan everything carefully and keep it all secret and by the time the first person shows up I’m already wet with wanting. I spend the afternoon choosing the lights and laying out the restraints and setting the toys where they can be reached without fuss.The soft leather and the cool metal and the faint smell of clean skin and anticipation all settle into the rooms and make the whole place

I was at the office Christmas party that year and the whole group of us left work together and walked over to a hotel that sat just a short distance from the building.There were roughly forty people from different departments and we all settled into a private room for a sit-down lunch. The staff kept the wine and beer coming and the glasses never stayed empty for long.Conversation got louder as the meal went on and most of us were well on the way to being properly drunk by the time the main course arrived. I was single at the time and Sue who worked as the secretary for the regional manager was also without a husband though she did have a boyfriend she went home to most nights.Her boss had asked her earlier in the week to wear a Father Christmas outfit so she could hand out the gifts after the meal. She arrived in a short red dress that clung to her figure in a way that made every man in the room look twice.The material sat high on her thighs and the

My name is Rachel. About five years ago my husband Daniel and I were in serious trouble. We had stretched ourselves to buy the house we both loved, the first real home either of us had owned. Then everything started to go wrong at once. Daniel’s old job disappeared in a restructuring and the new position he managed to get paid far less. At the same time I had taken time off after our first child was born. The mortgage that had felt manageable suddenly became a monthly crisis. We cut back on everything we could, but the numbers still didn’t add up. By the sixth month we were talking quietly about asking my parents for a large loan just to keep the roof over our heads. The thought of losing the house and having to start again with a baby felt like failure.Daniel worked longer and longer hours. He came home exhausted and still opened his laptop after the baby was asleep. Then a better job opened up inside his own division. The salary was almost double what he was earning, and the bo

The house was quiet that Saturday afternoon.My dad was still out golfing, and Maya, my stepmom, had left for her yoga class an hour ago. She’s only twenty-four, six years older than me. She married my dad, a man twice her age with money. People talk, but she doesn’t care — But I do.Once her car was gone, I waited fifteen minutes. Then I went to my room and shut the door to get busy like I always be whenever she walked past me in those tinny leggings that outlines her ass.I pulled up to porhub on my laptop, lowered my shorts, and grabbed my cock.I closed my eyes, and when I opened it, I selected one of the many videos, and imagined the actress was Maya.She bent her big ass over to the camera so I saw her beautiful asshole and pink half shaved pussy. She twerked for a few seconds and turned back to sit on her bed and grabbed an eight or maybe 9-inch dildo, and began to fuck herself.My hand started moving slow at first, just getting into the rhythm. I watched the screen but I wasn’