Australian Penthouse

A few years back, I used to work a one-man garbage route in a fancy, upper-class suburb. I always took real pride in my work. I kept the bins nice and neat, and never left a mess around the trash area. Once in a while, one of the  homeowners would compliment me on my work, but you can bet it didn’t happen often. (continue reading…)

My birthday was coming up, and I was really looking forward to spending a sex-filled weekend with Jane, my ex-wife. We have a very interesting relationship. She can’t get enough of my dick, but she resents the fact that other women feel the same way. That’s why we separated. Let me explain. (continue reading…)

In the five years that I’ve been sexually active, I’ve come to appreciate being orally pleasured the most. However, unlike many young ladies, I won’t return the favour. Call me a prude, but as much as I crave cock, it does not belong in a lady’s mouth.

Recently, I was at a party and I was challenged about my standards. “What if you found the perfect tongue,” my hostess asked, “and he just wouldn’t go down on you otherwise?” (continue reading…)

I’m a 20-year-old guy, my girlfriend is 18 and we have a great relationship. We try to make love every day, whenever we have the urge. Not too long ago, we were driving back from the Gold Coast after visiting some friends. I was pretty horny after watching her swimming in her bikini earlier in the day. She has an amazing body. She’s only five-feet-three-inches, but she packs a lot of heat. (continue reading…)

Last night, my wife and I crossed a barrier, and I’m not sure what’s in store for us as a result.

We had been out to dinner and had a few more drinks than usual. We came home feeling sexy and quickly went to bed. I ate her, fingered her, humped her, and ate her some more. She was feeling very hot and she came a few times. I was holding back and had not come yet. She even fellated me for a while—which she only does once in a while, when she’s in a really sexy mood. I was fucking her again and she was whispering filthy nothings in my ear when she suggested that we go and watch a couple of dirty movies. We’d never done anything like that before. (continue reading…)

Ellen was bobbing up and down on my shaft as I sat on the bed and watched her go at it. She was a tal­ented fellatrix, probably the best I’d ever had, and she knew exactly what to do to make me come. (continue reading…)

In my mind, nothing beats the roar the engine on a big rig, the pounding road, soft sunsets and the sight of my guy’s hard cock as he sits behind the wheel of his big 18-wheeler. Now that’s what I call truckin’! Something about the smell of diesel fuel and the resonat­ing sound of an air brake makes my underwear wet. Not to mention the sound of my man’s moaning as I suck on his throbbing meat while he’s driving down the highway. (continue reading…)

Last month, my wife Georgia and I were at a cocktail party at a friend’s house. We were talking with the host of the party when he introduced us to Logan, a handsome business associate of his. Logan was married, but he was at the party alone since his wife was off visiting family. (continue reading…)

I sank down on my knees and took his dick in my mouth. I absolutely love sucking cock, and since it was our third date, I thought it was high time I sucked Bob’s. I’m definitely not a slut, so I sure wasn’t going to sleep with a new guy on the third date, but I saw nothing wrong with a little cock-sucking after a few weeks together. (continue reading…)

I’m a 25-year-old single man, and I’ve always had a thing for my boss, Angela, but I never thought I’d act on my feel­ings for her. But one night when we were working late, things got a little bit out of control. (continue reading…)

That was his dream girl onscreen, fuck­ing two guys at once. As the camera zoomed in, Ed saw a close-up of the hard, red, glis­tening cock embedded in her pussy, wedged in there tight. Above was a bigger dick sliding in and out of her mouth. Her body was writhing wildly as they rooted her, but not a single hair was out of place, and if you looked closely, you could clearly tell that it was the woman who was in control of the cha­otic scene. (continue reading…)

After college, I moved back to my hometown and rented an apartment not far from where my parents lived. My dad’s friend, Tom, owned the building, and he was nice enough to give me a break on the rent. (continue reading…)