Carla was cumming hard, a vigorous anal cowgirl fuck, together with my finger brushing her clit with every stroke, made her cum again. Carla had cum a lot this night, and in my evil genius brain, she was to cum more. I’d cum more than her last night, so it was my chance to repay her.

Once she had finished cumming, she slumped in my arms, the dildo popping out of her ass and resting in her ass crack. She was really out of breath and needed to recover. She’d need all her remaining energy for what I had planned.

Still wearing the strap-on, I set up the fucking machine, this time to work horizontally. I had the same two dildos, arranged so she would be on her hands and knees in a doggy type position and fucked by the machine in both cunt and ass. To keep her in position, I put myself by her face and filled her mouth with the dildo, fresh from her own asshole. Turning the machine on, her body was doing small swings, enough to snap her tits backwards and forwards, enough to be face fucked by the strap-on, enough to be fucked by the moving finger and thumb dildo in her cunt and the static one in her asshole (although it did feel like it was moving as her body was moving and it wasn’t).

And there she stayed, being fucked three ways, with me slowly increasing the speed of the fucking machine. As she did to me, I stroked her hair, as if to comfort her and distract from the ever present pounding, and I really upped my filth talking game, telling her what a filthy slut she was to have a dirty dildo in her mouth, and dildos in her cunt and ass that hadn’t been cleaned from being in my cunt and ass, telling her that was properly dirty and how only a really nasty dirty girl would do such a thing. It was those words that seemed to start her cumming again, and I used the remote control to up the pace a little. She must have been tiring by now, her tits must have been getting painful from all the swinging by now, her asshole must be getting sore from all the penetration by now, and yet she kept going, like a good slut would. God I loved her.

As she tipped over to another orgasm, I increased the speed again, and found myself thinking about Rose. She was ovulating, horny as fuck and needed a rampant cock, and I just knew my husband would deliver, just as I was delivering on my promise to be brutal to Carla, particularly her asshole and those poor swinging tits.

And every time I spoke filth and verbally denied her an orgasm, she came almost instantly, such was her frenzy, such was the power of my voice. I lost track of how many times the poor girl came, but it was a lot. Eventually, I took pity on her and turned the machine off, removing the dildo from her mouth and pulling her off the machine’s dildos, and slumping with her on the nearby sofa, cuddling her, making her feel loved as well as fucked.

When she recovered a little, she leant in to kiss me, a slightly ass tasting kiss borne of love.

We didn’t make it up to bed that night, we rested slumped on the sofa in each other’s arms. I was exhausted and so was Carla. The second night of our harness would have to wait.

Carla awoke to my fingers at her cunt again, rubbing her clit, penetrating knuckle deep, starting her towards another orgasm. In her dazed still slightly asleep state, she protested. But I told her to take it like a girl and that she’d end up cumming as much as I wanted her to, not as much as she wanted to. Realising her plight, and how she was, at that moment, totally at my mercy, she simply confirmed OK, and tipped her head back, her lips just opening slightly as my wanking her started to have an effect. It didn’t take her long to cum again, her not really putting up any resistance. After cumming a second time, I slowed my fingers down and whispered what I wanted her to do.

She moved away from my fingers, arranging my cunt lips and hers and lowered her cunt to touch mine, our cunt lips touching, our clits touching, and then she started moving her body, our cunts rubbing, our clits nudging, our flaps twisting. Those little movements, cunt contact filled with love, began building up orgasms in both of us. As I was near, I almost threatened her that she wouldn’t want to see the consequences of stopping before either of us came. She laughed, and sped up. She had stamina, that girl. Made up for my lack of stamina really.

Cunt manipulating cunt brought orgasms alternately for us. We could both feel the stickiness around our cunts from our combined juices, and that just spurred us on more, with more and more sticky cunt juices sprayed over our cunt rubbing partner. On and on she went, until, eventually, we had no more girl cum to give, and we cuddled until it was time to return me to my husband, who promptly licked both our cunts clean again as he did the day before.

Just as Carla was about to leave, the assistant barman arrived with my bra, big piles of male cum in each cup, and he insisted I put it on, the cum oozing all round my nipples and the fleshiest parts of my tits. I had to wear it all day. He’d be checking. My husband suggested I needed a little exercise, as cum warmed by exercise became particularly fragrant and even more sticky than usual. The barman approved of the plan, and he was going to make Carla do the same tomorrow, and then spend the night serving in the pub with hers on. An evil plan, and one my husband suggested would bring about a visit to the pub again.

Carla suggested he was trying to get his bonus for increased sales by slutting the barmaid out, but he countered suggesting that she didn’t need his help to slut herself out. Even she conceded that was true, and they both had a grope of my bra and cum covered tits before she and the barman left.

My husband turned the heating up to make me sweat, to get my tits hot and therefore heating up the cum. I have to admit the way the bra stuck to my tits with a load of sticky man cum was very sexy, and he fucked me a number of times, each time on my back with his hands squeezing at my caged tits, making the cum ooze round them. I didn’t think I’d be able to cum much after the day before, but the sexiness of the situation made it feel easy.

I thought with all the free-use. I’d reached peak cumming, peak orgasm, but Carla and the barman showed I had even more cumming in me. My body is crap at some things, but it’s fucking brilliant at cumming. The more I orgasm, the more I need to orgasm, and with Carla and the barman, I have two more people who will happily make me cum.