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Month: May 2020

A Cottage, A Rug and A Paula (Part Two)

29 May 2020 /

My tongue was getting tired, but Paula was so close to cumming, I had to persevere. That last little kick seemed to take forever, and she started rocking her hips to give my tongue a hand, and her reward for this rocking was a shuddering orgasm, which I prolonged by doing short bursts of quick flicks with my tongue. I licked up some of her cum, and then gave way to my husband who gently finished cleaning her up. For the first time since I’d known her, she looked deliriously happy.

He got up off the floor and went and sat in the chair facing her and the fire, as she lay there with her eyes closed, bare cunt on display.

After a short while, she opened her eyes and sat up, raising her arms and removing her dress completely. She had a matching bra to go with her tiny panties. The bra was clearly struggling to cage her 30FF tits as she was still heavily breathing.

I handed her the glass of wine, and she was clearly enjoying the sensation of the rug on her ass. For the next twenty minutes, they were telling me stories of their fucking. All quite vanilla compared to the kink we get up to, but it was clear they were great for each other at the time.

Paula was saying how she loved the way his cock got so hard that he could probe in the area of her cunt, and he would eventually enter her hands free. I said he could still do that, and her face lit up.

She put her left hand into the right cup of her bra and pulled her tit up over the top of the cup, then did the same with her right hand and her left tit. That is the blow job position he trained me in right from the first blow job I gave him. She looked at him expectantly, and he obliged by getting up, undoing his trousers and dropping them to the floor. She was surprised he wasn’t wearing pants, until I told her he did it for me so that I could get easy access to his cock.

She thought it made sense, and beckoned him her way, grasping around his cock with one hand and rolling his balls in her other hand. She was being quite rough with his balls and was running her hand with thumb and forefinger in a circle tight round his shaft from behind his glans to his balls. His cock had jumped to attention, and she slipped his glans into her mouth and then started rocking forward, sliding her mouth down his shaft right behind her fingers and whilst squeezing and twisting his balls.

As her mouth got more and more frantic, his balls got more and more twisted until on one outward stroke, her motion carried on and she rolled back to the rug and spread her legs wide, her feet hanging in mid-air.

He dropped to his knees, leant over her and probed at her cunt with his rock-hard cock, and then on one such probe, his glans disappeared from view. He smiled wickedly and her eyes widened, as he made small rocking motions out and larger motions in, and soon, he was balls deep in her cunt and she was crying out from his size.

The hem of my skirt was up round my waist, and I was playing with my cunt. I was avoiding touching my clit too often as I didn’t want to cum too early. My eyes were fixed on his cock as he started his long strokes in and out. Each time he drove in, she let out a little yelp. He leant back on his heels a little, meaning his arms weren’t holding his weight any more, and this allowed him to grab on to her tits. His motion backwards and forwards, twisting her tits with every stroke, and her expression turned from surprise to gritty determination. She breathlessly told him to stick with that movement and her moans got louder and louder.

I started including my clit in a figure of eight movement, as I thought she was close to cumming, and I thought I’d get closer and try to time my orgasm with hers. She gritted her teeth as he was obviously perfectly rubbing her cunt as she needed it, whilst still twisting her tits.

Her cries got really loud as I tried to muffle mine, and within a few more moments, her body started jolting and shuddering as it gave way to another orgasm. He kept the relentless rhythm for a few more seconds and I focussed solely on my clit. He slammed into her cunt, stayed deeply buried and unloaded his cum deep inside her. I yelled out, closed my eyes, did circular motions on my clit (missing a few out occasionally) and prolonged my orgasm as much as I could.

When I had stopped, I removed my hand from my cunt, and opened my eyes to find them both looking at me and my exposed cunt with big smiles. Paula looked at my husband and said that she had never tasted cunt before and asked if he thought now would be a good time to start. Thankfully he absolutely did, so I stripped off as she sat up and removed the bra from under her tits. Then I squatted on my knees over her face and let her tongue start work on me. Her eyes were looking straight at my tits and for someone who had never licked a cunt before, she was doing a great job. My husband’s cock, no doubt fairly limp, was still in her cunt and therefore he was behind me, so as I rode her face, my husband reached round me and grabbed my tits, making them twist slightly each time I moved. She had licked me clean of cum but was now focussing mostly on my clit. What with that and the tit twisting, it wasn’t long before I was cumming again and covering her face with sticky juices. I let her clean my cunt up with her tongue for a while, then I moved off her and leant down to clean off her face and then had a nice long tonguy cunt-tasting kiss.

Once we’d stopped kissing, my husband said she needed something nice and gentle to finish off, so he had her roll over on the rug and he held her ass cheeks apart and started licking down her crack and focussing on her asshole. After he’d done that for a while, he gave way for me to take over working her asshole with my tongue and he went up to stroke Paula’s hair. She seemed contented and almost purring.

My husband later admitted that he used to love finishing like that, but after the amount of anal he’s had lately, he really wanted to get his cock buried deep into her asshole. Anal has always been a red line with her, but I said I thought maybe one day she would try it. Maybe she needed to see me getting a big fat cock ploughing into my asshole to make her want it. Still, that was all for next time, and I was sure there would be a next time.

A Cottage, A Rug and A Paula (Part One)

23 May 2020 /

It was a difficult autumn last year. I didn’t know I had gluten issues to explain feeling unwell, and it has been quite an eventful few weeks, so we decided to take a week out in a holiday cottage to relax, unwind and fuck. Victoria came for a couple of days at each end (over the weekends), and we had a few days without her in the middle.

One of those middle evenings was taken up meeting a friend called Paula. She is actually an ex-friend with benefits of my husband. They were thrust together when they were each being bullied by their bosses at work. They supported each other and ended up fucking rather a lot, before they each moved on to other companies and Paula moved out of the area. That was eleven years ago (before I was with my husband), but she made contact with him in February last year.

She had split up with her husband after a pretty awful marriage and I think she was hoping for some sex. But instead, I became friends with her too. She is lovely, about seven years older than my husband, but very fit and I had to admit I’d have liked to have got inside her panties myself. But clearly, she was struggling. I did offer to lend her my husband to fuck her, but the idea seemed to blow her mind. We’ve met up a number of times since, and she has turned into a really good friend, but nothing sexual had occurred.

As the cottage where we were staying is only about fifty minutes from her, she popped over on the Tuesday evening to see us. We were going to go out for a meal. Sex didn’t even cross any of our minds when we organised it.

When she arrived, we had the log fire raging, and she hadn’t been there long when we brought up the thick rug in front of the fire, and we mentioned how the landlady told us she had several rugs so one was washed after each set of guests (without mentioning why). We all knew it was because people fucked on the rug, and we took no time in doing so ourselves when we first arrived and with Victoria. It was so soft and welcoming, and we used it a lot in the days before Paula arrived.

When we spoke about the softness, Paula got up and lay down on the rug, closing her eyes in happiness, and saying how fabulous it felt and how amazing it would be to be fucked on it. She parted her legs an inch more than they were and she looked at us each in turn.

In my kinky mind, that was an invitation, and my husband looked at me with a naughty sparkle in his eye that said he did too. He nudged her legs slightly further apart, and he knelt down in between them, as she looked across at him with a little smile.

Calmly, he gently took the front edge of her skirt and lifted it up past her waist. All she was wearing underneath was the tiniest black lace thong. There was no sign of hair anywhere either on or between her legs. He looked across at me and I winked at him before we looked back down at Paula. She looked happy with what he had done so far. He hooked a finger on either side of the waistband of her panties and he pulled them down. She gently lifted her ass off the rug, whilst he pulled her panties over her cheeks, then she dropped her ass back down to the floor as he took her panties all the way off.

He rolled them into a ball, held them to his nose, inhaled her aroma, and then he threw them to me. Paula looked at me as I did the same and seemed to take that as assurance that I was happy with events.

I carried on inhaling her scent from her panties, as my husband began stroking up and down her cunt, which was presented in the hamburger style. She really has the lips for it, with just the right amount of puffiness to make her cunt look edible!

She looked very content as he stroked from her clit to her perineum, and then she looked between us both and said “I had an MOT this morning, like he and I always used to. It is in my bag.” and she nodded in the direction of her bag. Still inhaling her panties, I pulled out an envelope and had a look at the results – she was disease free and already had a coil to stop pregnancy. Even more important though was the fact she had the tests done at all. That demonstrated intent. Sex may not have crossed her mind when we organised this, but it did before she arrived, and she came here to take me up on my offer; she came here for a fuck.

I told my husband she was good to go, and he started dipping his fingers into her cunt. She looked contented to finally be getting some genital attention, a clear seven months after first making contact.

“Paula here” he started saying “used to like having her asshole licked but didn’t like any more anal penetration than a tongue”. She nodded, but had her eyes closed, seemingly focussing on his fingers. “But she has a very juicy cunt” he continued, as Paula giggled a little. Sweet and endearing.

I noticed his voice was very soothing and mellow, in stark contrast to when he calls me a slut and hurls me onto the sofa for a raw fuck. This girl needed wooing. This girl needed soft velvety comfort, and he was supplying it.

He moved his hand so that his thumb was on her clit and all four fingers were moving in and out of her cunt. Her body was starting to wriggle and shake, as his hand worked her clit and cunt more intensely. She occasionally lifted her ass off the rug as she strained against his hand, and she got louder and louder as she got nearer to cumming. I looked at the concentration on his face as he tended to her, and she started to cum, yelling as she did, and he kept doing occasional small shudders with his hand to milk her orgasm to the end.

Once she stopped cumming, he withdrew his fingers and sucked her juices off them. I was hoping for a taste, but I wasn’t disappointed with what he did next. He raised her ass up on a cushion, then leant over and had a few licks, commenting to her that she tasted as good as she ever did, and then he offered me a chance to taste. She looked at me and smiled. I wanted to dive in with a full Vicki style tongue examination, but remembering his gentle approach, I use slow deliberate strokes with my tongue. She did indeed taste wonderful, and my tongue slowly hoovered up all her juices that it could find. But before I had finished, my tongue action had started her hips moving again, and although my tongue was starting to tire, I realised there were more orgasms in her right now and I focussed on getting her closer. She came pretty hard when he fingered her, but I really wanted to make her cum again really hard – I love the juxtaposition of a sweet woman who loves to be wooed letting herself be brought to a massive continuing orgasm in an unrelenting way, and I was the unrelenting woman to get her there.

My Sexy Secretary Self (Part Two)

17 May 2020 /

I have no idea how much work he did whilst my dripping cunt was on display for him. It felt so exhilarating to have his cum dripping from my cunt in full view, and I didn’t want to move as I didn’t want this to end.

But end it had to, and he eventually told me to get up and take a seat opposite him. As I went to sit down, I thought it was naughtiest to undo the cunt access zip and sit with my legs apart so that he could see. I adjusted my position, and he said that was perfect. The change of position had made my cunt start to ooze again, but I didn’t dare touch myself.

He started talking about the role as his secretary. Behaviour, appearance, and professionalism were all mentioned, as was making good judgement calls and he commended me on my judgement so far. He then went to say that the best secretary he ever worked with understood that she was an extension of him, and she was very good at thinking what would he want or like her to do, rather than what she would want or like to do. He said he would also help her when she didn’t do what he wanted to help her to understand and remember better for the future. I smiled, as I knew exactly what that meant – spankings. He had beautifully set the scenario up, like the film but better.

I said I understood, and he said he thought I did, because what I’d done so far was perfect. He then gave me a load of stuff to get on with and started work himself; after all, he was there to actually work.

I did a few tasks successfully, as he popped out of the office. When he returned, he had me bend over the desk again. This time, he licked down and back up my ass crack, and then focussed his tongue on my asshole, circling it as well as pushing his tongue against my pucker. After a sublime couple of minutes, he stopped licking and I felt a squirt of cold lube hit my asshole. I was going to turn round and look but decided a good secretary would just lie there and take it without turning a hair. He had his cock in his hand and was rubbing his cockhead against my asshole. Then I felt the smooth plastic of a lube syringe depositing a load of lube inside my asshole (the way we always do it), then he put a knee up on the desk and worked his cock head through my pucker and into my asshole. As usual, my ass was able to suck his cock the rest of the way in, and then he quickly started growing as he was rocking backwards and forwards. I sometimes need to ask him to slow down his rocking to slow down his growth, but I really didn’t want to here – I wanted to be a good secretary and just take his cock filling my ass.

When I made a slight gasp at his size, he did slow down a little but nevertheless carried on with his strokes. When he was massive, he whispered in my ear that he wanted us standing up, and we both started gently shifting position to standing. Once we were upright with his cock still in my ass and his rhythm re-established, he put his arms under mine and roughly grabbed a blouse-covered tit with each hand. Whilst he was roughly squeezing on my tits, he put his lower arms against my belly, and used them to hold me in place and to increase the drive into my ass by bracing me against them. I could hear from his breath that he was fighting again cumming, but after a good minute of driving hard, he could no longer resist, and I felt his cock repeatedly pulse and spew cum deep into my ass, and no sooner had the throbbing stopped than he shrank and slipped out of my asshole. He bent me back over the table and I felt him wipe his cock on my asshole (something he has never done before), then he told me to stay exactly as I was (as he said before), this time with a cummy asshole and a cummy cunt on display.

I was finding this so exhilarating, that when I did return to the tasks he gave me, I made a careless mistake. With my mind was too wrapped up in sex, I got the numbers 14 and 18 the wrong way round. It was easy to fix, but he thought I needed to take more care and needed something to remind me.

He had me bend over the desk (again!) and undid the zips to reveal my ass again. He ran his hand over my ass as he explained that I needed to say “18” 14 times and then he would spank a cheek each time. He said I needed to take care not to mess up. Well, I didn’t. He spanked each cheek of my ass with a full force hand seven times, producing a nice sting on each cheek.

Then just in front of my face, he put a black leather strip paddle on the desk, padded on one side and unpadded on the other. He said that the other half of my “aide memoire” was to say “14” 18 times and then he would spank across both cheeks each time with the padded side of the paddle.

At the time, it was the biggest spanking I had taken, and I was a little apprehensive, but I said with my best professional voice “I’m ready. 14” and he quickly accelerated the paddle into my ass, striking what I now know to be his favourite position right on the bottom of my ass cheeks. Ow, that fucking hurt, but I knew better than to move or say anything other than “14”. One by one the paddle rained down blows on my ass, all striking near enough the same position. I got to the end and said I had finished, but he told me I had messed up; I’d called out one too many “14”s, something he would usually repeat the whole “14”s exercise for, but as I was new, he would just administer 3 strokes with the hard side of the paddle, and this time, I was to be silent.

I have no idea how I didn’t cry out as each of the three strokes impacted with my ass. My ass was totally on fire, and I was a little delirious from the pain, but I was very happy.

He left me bent over the desk for a while, the heat radiating from my bright red ass. Usually after a spanking, I had a cuddle, but not in this scenario, he just left me on display. After I’d been there a while, he “sent me home”, as he said I’d done enough for one day. He said I needed to ask my husband when I got home to apply some moisturiser to my ass; something he willingly did, but only after spanking me a little more “because I probably deserved it”.

I love these roles and we return to them again and again. I love the dynamics and the mental aspects, and I love the fiery ass I almost certainly end up with.

My Sexy Secretary Self (Part One)

11 May 2020 /

The success of the innocent outfit and my enjoyment of clothed sex started me thinking about other outfits I could wear for sex. My husband works from home a bit and doesn’t really want to be disturbed when he does (after all, he is being paid to work). That is particularly disappointing when I really want a fuck, so I had an idea that if I dressed up as a sexy secretary, I might persuade him to pause work to fuck me.

I had an outfit idea in my head. I wanted a suit; with a very short skirt (obviously), a see-through blouse and stockings and suspenders. Suits were pricey, so I started scouring charity shops to find something. I looked for ages and found nothing, but eventually I hit the jackpot. There was this suit, and it was really cheap. It was a mid-grey colour. The jacket was about the right size, but my large tits made it gape a bit when I buttoned it up. That was just the look I was going for. It came with two pencil skirts, both to just above the knee, although they both had what looked like bleach damage. One it was on the bottom edge of the skirt, so I would have to shorten it by about a couple of inches, the other was right in the middle of the front skirt panel and would require removal of over half the length of the skirt.

Time to break out the sewing machine to carry out major surgery on the skirts. I could only work when my husband wasn’t there, as I wanted it to be a surprise, so progress was slow. I started taking apart the one with the major damage, reducing it to mid-thigh length, and then I had another idea my husband would love. I decided to put zips into the skirt up from the hem, one on the front (in the middle, right passed where my cunt would be) and two fitted one on either side of the back panel, creating a flap he could flip up to access the whole of my ass. I also needed to strengthen the thread holding the buttons on.

Over a few weeks, I reassembled the short skirt to my new design, and was really pleased with the result. I road tested it round the house, to ensure it would stay on and that the zips would stay closed. Typically, the skirt was ready at a time when he wasn’t working from home a lot, so I had to wait for the big reveal. In the meantime, I carried out similar surgery on the longer skirt (again with the zips). I left it longer as I thought I could actually wear it out to business-like functions whilst still having the zip access to my cunt and ass. I knew my husband would love that juxtaposition.

The final part of the outfit was a see-through blouse. I scoured the internet and eventually found a listing where every single one of the reviews was moaning about how see-through the blouse was and how the blouse gaped. That was exactly what I wanted. I ordered a couple, and they were fabulous. Like the t-shirt, they were shaped to hold my tits up without a bra but doing so made the blouse dangerously gape. It looked amazing, but I took the opportunity to reinforce the stitching, as it would be under a lot of strain.

The big reveal came a few weeks later, when he did the first of three days working from home. I left him for the first hour whilst I loaded myself into the shortest skirt, blouse, stockings and suspenders and jacket.

This girl was going to get herself fucked and probably spanked. You see he loves the film “Secretary”, although he moans that they didn’t go far enough. From the first time I thought of this idea, I wondered if he would go that way. I was fully prepared to be spanked, which was something we hadn’t done much of at that stage. I’d been spanked a few times and enjoyed it, and I secretly hoped for more.

I knocked and entered the office. He was engrossed in some paperwork. I asked him where to put his tea, and he waved towards his desk and said thank you. He obviously saw my outfit out of the corner of his eye, as when I turned round from putting down his tea, he was looking at me with a small smile he was trying to hide.

I smiled at him nervously and said how it was my first day as his secretary and how he really needed to start using me for anything he needed. He told me to take my jacket off (and his eyes popped out as he saw every detail of my tits through the blouse), and I did my best not to grin wildly at his reaction or to look smug – I was going to nervous and demure. When he regained his composure, he gave me a couple of short tasks to do, which I completely efficiently (I did sometimes help him with his work, so that wasn’t really new).

When I asked him what to do next, he told me to step towards him. Whilst he was complementing me on the suitability of my outfit, he unzipped the cunt access zip at the front, parted the fabric and bent down to take a look. He smiled and said he was pleased I wasn’t wearing panties, as in his opinion panties have no place on a secretary. He put his hand to my cunt and ran his fingers up and down my lips. My cunt was wet, and he told me that needed dealing with. He spent a couple of minutes using his fingers on my cunt to make them even more wet and me even more excited, and several times he put his fingers to my and his mouths to suck off my juices. Then, when he was satisfied with how worked up I was, he bent me over the desk and unzipped the rear zips and lifted up the flap. I was so pleased the zips had the desired effect.

He nudged my feet apart with his foot, then I felt the tip of his cock nuzzle against my cunt lips. As he was rubbing his cock head up and down my lips, he was talking about training plans and expectations of the role, then he firmly drove his cock into my wet cunt and started rhythmically withdrawing and driving in again. I was already excited, so it was easy to make me orgasm. I felt him twitch, and he withdrew his cock until only the tip was in me as he came, then he withdrew completely, and he told me to stay exactly as I was until he told me to move. So, there I was, dripping cunt on display for him to enjoy. You know by now how much I love being displayed, but I didn’t really know then. All I knew was that I loved being displayed for him and I loved him looking at me.

Victoria’s Discovery Of Cake Sits

5 May 2020 /

Why on earth does sitting my cute pert ass on a perfect pink creamy sponge cake feel so good? I had absolutely no idea that it would.

Hi, it is Victoria again, and I’ve spent the last fortnight trying to get my head around why such a simple act feels so amazing.

I mean, there is so much going on in this one act. You’ve got the fabulous squelching and oozing (with something that feels perfect for that), you’ve got the destruction, the ass imprint and the ruining of the perfect princess thing all rolled into one perfect act.

Just thinking about the oozing and squelching, of how the cake felt in my ass crack and oozing its way into my cunt, makes me ready to cum by thought and memory alone. I’ve never been that excited by an act I’ve done ever.

I love the opulence and exaggeration of the swirls of fluffy pink icing, and how it feels as I lower my spread ass onto it. I love how the icing round my asshole feels like it flutters as I fart on it. I love the stickiness and how it seems to glue the cake to my cunt and ass, and it is that same stickiness that allowed Mira’s husband to stick large amounts of squashed cake to my tits.

My 32GG tits can also be described as pendulous, and in a similar way to Mira, her husband loaded my tits with cake. He knows me well though, and he knows how I love for my tits to feel they have had a workout. I love them aching from where they’ve been swinging backwards and forwards and if he can make them swing quiet viciously through the motion of my body, then he does.

It is the reason why when I use the exercise bike (which I have been quite a bit in the last few weeks) that I’m topless, as I love the way my tits snap side to side as I peddle. (For the record, Mira, quite sensibly, keeps hers strapped down on the odd occasion she uses it).

So, having loaded my tits up with cake, he presented his cock to my mouth, and had me suck it, and as I moved backwards and forwards, my cake-laden pendulous tits swung backwards and forwards in an amazing way. The extra weight made a lot of difference. As well as dreaming about having my tits heavy with cake, I’m wondering about other ways of adding weight to my tits.

Whilst I was sucking on his cock and my tits were viciously swinging, I orgasmed really quite hard, so later when Mira ate the cake from my cunt, she got to eat cum soaked cake. She did give me a little to taste though and it tasted divine.

The whole thing was a sensory and emotional treat, and certainly wouldn’t be my last time doing any of it. I’m really glad that they chose to leave my cake sit until right at the end of Cake and Cunnilingus Day, as anything after would have been an anti-climax.

I didn’t get a lot of sleep that night. I was trying to work out why it was so good, masturbating at the memories, and wondering what other foods may feel great when sat on.

As I reminisced, I remembered steam puddings, those upturned from a pudding bowl, vanilla ones covered is sticky jam and toffee ones covered in toffee sauce; they’d have to be cold rather than hot, but I bet they’d work well. I remembered the pink tray bake cake from school; I bet that icing which was sticky and held together as a sheet would feel amazing wrapped around my ass. I remembered upturned blancmanges but wondered if they might not have enough resistance. I then remembered trifle, and spent ages trying to work out if I could sit on a trifle. I so wanted to sit on a trifle.

I remembered chocolate éclairs, then mused that the cream would probably spray out of the ends. Then I remembered choux buns covered in chocolate and split around the middle and filled with cream. That was a probably more pleasing cream ooze pattern. And then I remembered profiteroles, a lovely big pile of cream filled chocolate covered profiteroles and I thought how lots of little jets of squirting cream might feel.

I am well and truly hooked. It was only a few days after that first cake sit, and yet I had already done another one. I found an original school canteen recipe online for the pink iced tray bake, so I modified it to be gluten-free and made one of those. I’m not sure what Mira was more impressed by – the fact I wanted to do another cake sit so quickly, that the pink icing stuck to my ass so well, or that the cake tasted exactly like she remembered from school.

A couple of days later, Mira’s husband returned from shopping with a couple of good sized éclairs. So, as we sat down for dinner, he lined them up with our spread ass cracks, and we lowered ourselves onto them. The cream did indeed squirt out of each end, but because we rolled onto them (front first, then rolling backwards), the cream at the front squirted onto our cunts. He caught the cream at the back in his mouth and swallowed it. We then had the rest of the meal with our sticky desserts under us, every small move creating squishing and sticky sensations in our ass cracks. We were in no hurry to reach dessert, but when we did, it was divine – each woman bending over the table for someone to eat the éclair directly from our ass cracks (I ate Mira’s and her husband ate mine). I really enjoyed that meal!

I made a couple of gluten-free cupcakes earlier on today. I did a massive pink icing swirl on each, and I took one into the lounge to show Mira and her husband. Mira stood next to me, peeled the cake case off the cake and stood admiring it in her right hand. They were impressed, especially with the icing. She placed her left hand at the top of my ass, then in one fluid movement, she took the cupcake and squashed it into my cunt, cupping around my cunt to collect any loose cake and then squash it all in. It was oozing deep inside me and was filling me with something fantastically squishy and sticky.

When she was satisfied it was all in, she took her hands off me and licked at the hand the cupcake was in. She looked very mischievous and very pleased with herself. I felt over the moon. Even slight movements made the cake ooze and squish inside me. I would probably have stood there for ever, but Mira’s husband reminded me Mira wanted to post this article today, so he suggested I should finish that, then he’d get me in the Queening chair, use a wand on my clit for a bit and then clean me out.

So here I am, cunt full of cake, feeling in sensory heaven, trying to stay focussed enough to finish this post off. It isn’t easy because the cake feels so good.

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