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Month: May 2023

French Renaissance (Part Two)

As we initially drove up the drive of our French retreat, I was already undoing the buttons on my blouse. I wanted to get naked as soon as I could; I craved that feeling of the wind over my naked 34H tits and the breeze blowing over my cunt flaps. We pulled up outside the house with a naked Eva standing there. I got out and she came straight over to me and with a cheery smile and warm welcome, she took off my blouse and bra, dropping them into the box next to her.

Then, to my absolute pleasure, she spun me round to face her and we kissed. A proper long hard full-tongue snog. Oh, how I had longed for that. Four years ago, we weren’t allowed to touch the staff, but we counted as staff now, so the rules had changed. And that meant a naked snog with Eva with our huge tits jousting. Absolute heaven.

We broke the kiss, and she went over to my husband, who was still fully clothed. Kissing him deeply, she grabbed at his cock with her hand, masturbating him through his clothes. As she broke the kiss, she purred how she needed that beast in her ass later, and then left him mid-wank, put her arm round me and led me into the building.

She was about to get her wish. Hours later, she was on our bed, pillow under her midriff, with a freshly lubed asshole and his long hard cock with its glans nudging at her ass pucker. In a way, she was glad that she had forgotten what she said, and that he had just sprung her ass skewering on her. She could remember his size and hardness and was a touch apprehensive about taking that in her asshole, but because she forgot, she was really relaxed and was horny as fuck, given she had just masturbated the solicitor to orgasm whilst her own clit was totally neglected.

Whilst preparing her asshole, I’d been careful to not touch her clit, but I did deliberately touch and rub on her cunt lips whilst lubing her asshole up. She knew what I was up to. It was the kind of teasing she would do, and that teasing only made her beg for some sort of relief. Her cunt wanted to be filled, but that too wasn’t happening, something it was reminded about as his glans started to nudge in through her pucker. I was pulling her cheeks apart, making her pucker gape just a little, giving his glans that little bit of help. Each time he dipped in, it was like she had to gasp for breath.

And then in that way accepting assholes do, it seemed to suck his glans in, and then he gently but firmly pushed it further in a small amount at a time. She cried out loud a number of times, so much I checked if she wanted him to stop. “Never!” was the response. Good girl!

Eloise and Kiara turned up to see what all the noise was, and they weren’t the slightest bit surprised to find Eva getting some cock. Some things never changed.

Aware of his audience, my husband slightly adjusted his position to lift his ass up a little, to improve the view between his legs of his cock entering her asshole. He put his head on the pillow over her shoulder next to her head, and as he finally inserted the last bit of his rock-hard cock, he was whispering something in her ear. The pillow was muffling what she was saying, and he started first small and then larger movements of his cock, until he was pile driving the full length of his cock into her eager and accepting asshole. Occasionally, he stopped with his cock almost out for some lube to be applied, before carrying on with his deep pounding. He settled into a nice comfortable rhythm, something I knew from experience meant he was settled in for a long ass fuck. Eva’s cries and shrieks had given way to more satisfied murmurings as she too was comfortable and settled, seemingly happy for a length ass penetration.

I’m not sure just how long he kept that rhythm up, but he suddenly started accelerating, a sure signal that he was about to cum. Each insertion was a slam that moved her whole body, each withdrawal made her ass chase his cock and feel empty. She yelled a couple of slightly painful moans that meant his cock was growing again, and then with one final hard slam, he spewed cum deep into her ass, pushing in to get it every millimetre in, his ass pulsing as the muscles squeezed out his cum.

Once he was empty, they both felt his cock shrinking, and as he lifted out of her, she scrabbled round in an almost frantic manner to take his dirty cock in her mouth. With a frenzy that was like she had one last chance to get a hard cock, she worked his cock in her mouth, swishing her tongue round it and playing with his balls, and very soon it was springing back to life. Once it was fairly hard, she leant back and pulled him by the cock to her cunt.

He assumed her cunt was already slick, so he just drove straight in, making her rear up with the force of the drive. Very quickly, her face went from frenzied pleading to gritty determination, as he drove into her cunt. His cock was nowhere near as big as was in her asshole, but it was enough, and she was so close to cumming from the ass fuck, thus her frenzy. He saw the gritty determination and upped his pace. He knew that face meant she was fighting to hold off her orgasm, to make it longer and harder, and his job was to make that quest impossible. He lifted up a hand and grabbed onto one of her 32GG tits, roughly twisting and pulling at it as he drove in and out, and I think that was the last straw. She clamped her legs around his waist, screamed, contorted, and shuddered, as he felt her cunt clamp down on his cock, her shudders and moans carrying on for ages.

Once her shuddering orgasm subsided, she unlocked her legs, and he pulled out and sat up. She looked amazingly happy, serene, satisfied. She stood up and curtseyed, before returning to the bed with me between her legs cleaning her cunt and ass with my tongue, whilst Kiara sucked on my husband’s slowly softening cock and balls to clean them, before she and Eloise went off for an orgasm of their own.

My husband looked happy. He realised that Eva was the rarest of things, a woman he’d ass fucked for the first time before he had fucked her cunt for the first time. That was particularly special to him, and I think he realised he’d probably be fucking her asshole way more than her cunt in the future: he was very happy about that. He also realised how satisfied she was and what a good fuck she had had, and he knew, as we all did, that there would be a lot more to come. He lay one side of her and I the other as we drifted off to sleep. There was a lot for us to look at tomorrow, and of course there’d be more sex. There always is in this wonderful place.

French Renaissance (Part One)

It had been four years since I last stood here. I remember with joy watching people fuck with pleasure and abandon. It is what this place was all about. The freedom to have sex with an audience, in full knowledge they would do the same shortly.

For the first time in four years, I was back in that garden where so much sex was had. But it is different now. Eerily quiet. Very few people. But I was here to change that. So were we all.

I am of course referring to our French resort I’ve blogged about before. Like everything else, it had to close for Covid (and our planned visit was cancelled over and over). But Covid was only the start of its problems. It was owned by an elderly Dutch man who was rarely seen onsite but was content that it existed. He always wanted it to exist, and so when he got the cash, he made it happen.

But sadly, he died whilst it was closed and everyone thought that was it, that it was over. But it wasn’t. He left instructions in his will for an organisation to be set up to run it, and he bequeathed the building, land and €20 million to make it happen. His family had other ideas and a legal battle ensued, only finishing last November, when it was finally ruled his will was valid and the instructions were to be carried out.

Standing right behind me naked (as I was) with tits pressing into me and her arms round my waist was Eva, the receptionist, the one woman in this place last time that I really wanted to fuck, but the rules of the place meant that guests weren’t allowed to do anything sexual with the staff. Very frustrating at the time, but understandable.

It was because of Eva that I was here now. We were snuggling as the sun started to drop. The hard work started here. The hard fucking was about to start here too.

I had been talking to Eva and Eloise, the manager of the place, all through lockdowns and the court case etc. There was little I could do to help to save the place, other than to give a little moral support and encouragement to them. But it seems Eva and Eloise appreciated what I did, so when it came to suggesting people to be on the board of the organisation, Eva suggested me (and Eloise another former guest Kiara who helped them similarly). We both said yes, only too pleased to help this place fly again.

Eva turned me around and our mouths locked, our tongues jousted, and my horniness ramped up even more. I was so ready to cum. But we just kissed, like those early snogs at a school disco, like we’d never kissed another woman before. Raw. Hot. Gentle.

And then she did it. Her hand dropped to my cunt, her fingers working me. I could have just cum there, but I didn’t want this moment to end, so I fought the feeling, fought the desire. From the look on her face, she was amused. Whilst there was a loving look in her eyes, her fingers got more vicious and her other hand rested in the small of my back, making sure I didn’t escape. I didn’t want to escape.

But what finished me off was what she whispered in my ear. In an oh-so-sexy French accent, she smouldered “Cum for me my sexy little slut. Cum hard for me.” Oh my god, the accent, the words. I was gone. Her hand was just jerking small little motion with short delays, the affect being milking my orgasm for every second. I was totally hers, totally in the control of that hand and that sexy voice. And I did cum hard. My legs gave way, but she held me as she continued to milk me. My poor clit was so hard, and almost painful. She did that. She was good.

When I finally could hold my own weight with my legs again, she let go and, remembering the protocol of this place, I curtsied and thanked her for the orgasm. She smiled, saying first of many as she preened at my hair with her fingers, making me presentable. Her fingers smelt of orgasm. My orgasm, and she did nothing to clean them. She just told me we were needed to start work tonight. Not sure I could really, but it is why we were here. To save this place.

She helped me in (as my legs still weren’t great) and we all sat round a table. Me, Eva, Eloise, Claudette (the housekeeper) and Kiara, an Australian former guest about my age, together with a female solicitor who was not much older, and, to her credit, was naked as well. I spent the whole two hours thinking about Eva making me cum and what I was going to do to her when I could. But all the boring legal stuff needed doing and we did it all that evening.

And then when it was over, Eva made the solicitor cum too. It was like watching me cum earlier from a third person perspective. Eva was very good at milking orgasms, at dragging every last ounce of orgasm out of a woman and the poor solicitor ended up looking more broken that I was. We left her to recover, with Eva looking very pleased with herself.

Eva had missed this place. And it was on its way back.

She walked me back to my room, and as I opened the door, my husband was laying on the bed, his cock was rock hard and pointing straight up. Eva licked her lips, and I told her to hop on. But my husband had other ideas. As she clambered on, he flipped her over onto her front, onto a large pillow under her belly and tossed me the lube before pulling her ass cheeks apart.

As I sprayed lube over her asshole and worked it in, I actually briefly felt a bit sorry for it. He was already so hard and so big that the act of skewering her asshole would no doubt bring a tear to her eyes. Even I’d struggle with that size for a first entry, and I take his cock literally every single day.

I was half expecting her to squirm at my working of her asshole, but she was still and accepting. She remembered him fucking my asshole in that reception area those years ago, she remembered his size, hardness and stamina and she knew a good lubing was her asshole’s best chance of surviving this. If she squirmed or struggled, she knew it would only make her experience worse.

As I lubed her asshole, he presented his cock to her mouth. She swallowed it with zeal, and he put his hands behind her head, face fucking her whilst I was preparing her ass. She felt his cock get even harder and even longer, each in stroke pushing his glans into the top of her throat, making her choak with each instroke. She felt totally and completely used, and she loved it. By the degrading face fuck, my husband now had all that control over her that she had over me.

I nodded to him that her asshole was ready, and he withdrew and knelt over her. I pulled her ass cheeks apart and he nudged his glans against her pucker.  He squirted more lube round his cock and started nudging in. She started squealing, her cries sounding right on the verge between pleasure and pain. He had her exactly where he wanted her.