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How Quickly Helen Took To Free-Use (Part One)

1 May 2026 / / 0 Comments

Here we were, five free-use couples loaded in a mini-van, for a three hour trip to a remote cottage. As yet, Helen and her husband had not taken part in any free-use. This trip was the start, this trip would change them forever, particularly Helen. Free-use has fundamentally changed all of us women, and the men to some degree. She was next.

Her life had already changed a little. Ever since the day after they agreed to join, Helen’s husband has been giving her Submissive Sodomy, that deep penetrating anal where the woman is not allowed to cum. In fact, on a few days, he’s given it to her twice, one first thing, one mid-afternoon. “Because she needed it.” Whilst she disagreed at the time, she later accepted that he was probably right, and she vowed to take as much Submissive Sodomy as any of the men wanted to give her. She might regret saying that.

She had also lost her panties, her husband distributing them between the free-use men, to get the men hyped up and wanting to fuck her, and to make sure she wasn’t able to wear them again. Like the four existing women, pantyless was expected, was required, was normal. Like the four existing women, her panties would end up being mostly sold.

In the mini-van on the way, the women got all handsy and kissy with the other women, each one of us taking the opportunity to get a first passionate snog with Helen, to grope those magnificent tits and to tease by touching her cunt, aided by her pantyless state. She was enjoying the attention, and she knew, when we got to the cottage, that she’d have all five cocks soon enough.

We all knew this weekend would be hard for her. She would be going from a fuck or two a day from her husband, to a load of cock over and over. As she was the new girl, she’d be centre of attention for everybody, and so whilst the rest of us would get ourselves fucked, she would have by far the most, she would have to endure more sex than she’d ever had over a short period. And she was so up for it. I was first to touch her cunt and it was dripping already. She would so fit right in!

The cottage was wonderful, beautiful both inside and out, remote with no other property in sight, with the nearest road so far away you could barely see the building from it, let alone that there may be naked people fucking outside it, isolated enough we could fuck outside without care or worry, and we would be fucking outside it, we women would be mostly naked when we were there, we would absolutely make the most of the isolation, and as there were five couples and only two double beds, we’d be sharing beds as well as husbands and wives.

When we arrived, we unloaded the van and then took Helen straight onto the patio. We stripped her of her sun dress and had first sight of her wonderful dripping cunt. She was immaculately waxed, freshly done the night before, and after this weekend, my husband would take over waxing duties for her, the lady she has waxing her now is about to leave the area, so the timing was perfect for her.

Her bra was removed, revealing those gorgeous swinging 38H tits, increased in size over the years by having two children, and she was rotated to allow a good view of her ass, she was bent over to accentuate her ass and open her cunt a little between her legs, there for long enough for everyone to take a look. She was then arranged face up on a padded wicker chair, with her legs spread over the arms, bringing her cunt to the fore and even opening it a little for the crowd. She was in this position when my husband formally welcomed them to the free-use lifestyle and asked, for the record, whether they each gave consent for what was about to happen, both now and into the future. They did, eagerly did, and with that, each of the men, including her husband, inspected her cunt, ass and tits, a close precise gentle examination of the new piece of meat they had acquired. All of us women had such an examination, and periodically do again, but the men (including her husband) discussing her cunt, ass and tits as if she wasn’t there, was quite demeaning, and quite exciting for her.

They noted how wet her cunt was already, and it had barely been touched, and her husband said her clit was quite swollen, unusually so.

And with that, without moving Helen from her exposed position, her second husband, Tanya’s husband, got his cock out and fed it into her mouth, where she eagerly put her hands to it, one round his shaft, one squeezing his balls, her mouth being mega slurpy as she eagerly got him hard.

He withdrew when he was hard enough, her mouth briefly staying an empty O shape, but he soon lined up with her cunt (with the aid of a chair cushion or two) and just drove his cock into her slick cunt. She reared up, returning back to position to find another cock by her mouth. She opened wide and eagerly took that, and Anna and I roughly grabbed a tit each and started working it, whilst I looked Helen right in the eyes (when she wasn’t doing eye contact with Rose’s husband, whose cock she was sucking), and with a smile, I just said “Welcome to free-use, you slut”. She sort of smiled, best she could do with a mouth still full of cock.

Rose’s husband eventually removed his hard cock from her mouth, and he came and grabbed me, spun me round and bent me over, opening my legs just enough to put his hard cock between them and into my cunt and started slowly fucking, just as Tanya’s husband was, and one by one, the rest of the men’s cocks were made hard by Helen’s mouth, and then penetrated the cunts of their second wives.

After about twenty minutes of slow penetration, the men, talking to each other to synchronise their efforts, all changed position and accelerated, making sure each of us women were brought to orgasm at roughly the same time, and because they made us wait, because they edged us all, the orgasms were massive each time, a combination of fucking outdoors, the visuals of group fucking and of Helen’s examination, the new couple taking part in the fucking, and the excitement in the air.

And after the women came, and came again, the men came, each one nearly pulling out to deposit their loads of sticky cum just inside their cunts and then each actual wife was fed the cock of their husband, each wife tasting the cunt of the second wife on the cocks in their mouths. (I think we all knew that would be a regular occurrence from now on.) Helen got her first taste of Rose’s cunt. Off her husband’s cock. And it tasted divine, she couldn’t wait to taste it herself.

And Helen knew what cum being so shallow in her cunt meant, that she, like the rest of us, would be having cum sliding out of her cunt all through dinner. The restaurant was booked, Helen just threw her outer clothes on (the rest of us were fucked in our clothes), and smelling of sex, with dripping sloppy cunts, we left for food.

Two Years On (Part Two)

19 April 2026 / / 1 Comment

The free-use men had decided they wanted allocated second wives with additional fucking rights, to move the free-use on to another level. The plan, which had been modified by Rose and Tanya’s husband to include Helen and her husband, was put to the women to agree. We decided we ultimately would agree, but we decided to push for more, decided that we wanted more. Our price for the second wife plan was to further increase the number of men available to fuck us. Tanya was the main driver of this, wanting her average 2½ fucks per day to be more like 4. And to think she’s the one we thought was most likely to drop out of the free-use group. Not any more!

The reality of the situation is that the men we have can’t fuck us more. They do amazingly well, and their use of softer cocks for non-orgasmic penetration is inspired, and really helps to increase the feeling of use, but there is no more left in the tank for hard cock heavily cumming fucks. So, us women floated the idea of associate members, men who are without women themselves and who would have free-use rights over us. They are a second tier (but still have the right to interrupt a man fucking his own wife), and because they are without their own women, we hoped they would fuck us hard and often.

The men certainly weren’t against the idea, and in fact, Rose’s husband reminded us of a couple of other discussions we had previously had that would fit the associate member bill, only this time, they were women.

The first was 19 year old Ella, the one from our Christmas party, the one my husband has already fucked a number of times over Christmas, as have Anna and I. She loves sex, but not relationships, and boy is she a great fuck. After that Christmas session, she offered, perhaps once a month, to waitress for one of our evening soirees with all of us and be available for free-use at that event, wearing her tiny waitress outfit from Christmas. Then, perhaps also once a month, making herself available for a day of free-use. She’s a busy hard-working student who wants a good grade, so is unable to commit to a more full-time free-use arrangement. The men loved the idea of nubile young flesh, the women not so much, but as I pointed out, we either like the associate member idea or we don’t, we can’t pick and choose.

Last year, we only made a small change to the free-use. We introduced a monthly men’s night and a women’s night (on the same night). For the women’s night, three of the four women were together, and we would spend the evening having sex with each other, with the only rule that we had to have the same number of orgasms as each other (and at least the number the men rolled on a die) and we weren’t allowed to work on our own bodies, only the other women.

The fourth woman (on rotation) had an entirely different night ahead. She was at the men’s night, restrained, gagged with my ball gag, and free for the men to do whatever they wanted with. A kind of tied-up mini gang bang really.

I only mention this because as part of the Ella plan, I suggested we grant another men’s night and women’s night once a month, but this time, once every month, Ella is the one restrained and gagged, whilst all 5 of us women give each other orgasms, and Ella should be invited to our other women’s night, so while one of the wives was the one restrained, Ella would join the other four for the orgasms.

The other woman on offer was somewhat more practical. Rose was going away for about eight weeks in the summer, and her oldest friend Poppy had offered to come to look after Rose’s husband, “to do everything Rose did for him.” Her husband took that to mean sex too, Rose assumed not, but it turned out she did mean sex, so, Rose told her sex would mean having to do the free-use thing with the other men several times a day, as well as fucking her husband, doing the women’s night and a men’s night too. Poppy quite simply said that if Rose normally did it, she would too. Rose actually felt quite exposed telling such an old and dear friend so many details about her free-use, but she knew it had to be done, she knew she had to get Poppy into the free-use community when Rose was away.

Having agreed to the associate members of both sexes, the men introduced one final thing to the discussion, Submissive Sodomy. I’ve mentioned it a lot recently, I get sodomised every day to keep me in that submissive head space I need, that sodomy where I don’t cum, where I need to not be allowed to cum. By definition, Free-Use is submissive, and Rose and Anna have been feeling it for a while, and even Tanya, until recently resistant to the idea of being submissive, has finally accepted it. After discussion between my husband and Rose’s, her husband decided a while back to sodomise her in the same way as I get it. And seeing the effect it has on me and Rose, Anna decided she wanted it from time to time. Now, only Tanya never has it. The suggestion was all five of us women should have it every day, should be sodomised without cumming first thing every day. Anna agreed without hesitation, but Tanya objected, only agreeing once it was pointed out that she’d get the extra sex she required if she just agreed to be sodomised daily. I think the sodomy will do her good anyway, even if she doesn’t believe it right now.

So, the whole package, the second wives, the submissive sodomy, Helen and her husband, Poppy including free-use and a men’s night, Ella and the second men’s night (and women’s night, waitressing and two twelve hour free-use sessions a month rather than one), and three as yet unidentified men, was approved, to begin on our second free-use anniversary. Assuming Helen and her husband, Poppy and Ella all agreed, you understand.

Tanya and I went over to see Helen almost immediately. She was ridiculously excited and agreed right away, to everything, even the submissive sodomy which her husband thought would be good for her, and her husband agreed to the whole package by phone right then and in person the following morning. Whilst we were doing that, Rose rang Poppy, and they agreed the whole swapping places thing, including the free-use, the submissive sodomy and everything else that went with it. And Anna went and found Ella, studying, and persuaded her to do the extras from her initial offer, one group evening, one men’s night, one women’s night and at least two twelve hour free-use sessions a month, and trying her luck, she threw in a couple of unrelated submissive sodomy sessions too. Ella said yes. To all of it.

So, with everyone agreed, us women set about identifying possible men. We didn’t want to go and indiscriminately ask, as we didn’t want to cause a scandal. So, we had to be careful.

The first one we came up with was a widower about our age, who had been alone for a few years, but had come to the same conclusion as Ella about relationships. So, we thought he might like some no strings whenever he needs it fucking.

The second one was the local farm hand. He’s 18 and seems to treat women the same as breeding cows. Us free-use women like a bit of no-holds-barred breeding, and he does seem to like women older than him, so we hoped our offer would be appealing.

The third one was the local postman, the same postman that my husband had already given groping and sucking rights on my tits. He is divorced, and the enjoyment he gets from my tits made us think he would enjoy the fucking. It turns out over the years, he had fucked Anna and Helen before, Helen quite recently whilst her husband was away for work (with his approval), Anna not long before she joined the free-use community, and they both said he was a decent fuck. Tanya had given him a couple of blow jobs over the years, she told him it was to say thank you, but in reality, it was because she just needed a cock in her mouth.

There were other male options, but for one reason or another, they were ruled out. Tanya wanted her extra sex, to be fair we all did. So, we decided how to go to each of them to sell the idea.

I asked the postman whilst he was giving me a good tit grope. He took absolutely no convincing to sign up, although he did insist that his morning tit gropes would remain unchanged.

Rose told the farm hand that we all needed properly and regularly breeding, and that sold it to him, somewhat easier than we thought.

The one who took some convincing was the widower, a lovely man who was just looking for company. What finally made him say yes was the fact that there were five or more women to give him some company, and the whole point was that we’d fuck him when he wanted it, no questions asked, no refusal.

So that was everyone, and all the plans. Five couples, two female associate members, three male associate members, second wives, the lot. We decided to introduce Helen and her husband into the group with a weekend away with all five couples, and then introduce the associate members at an anniversary celebration party the following weekend, and Ella offered her own black fishnet stockings to go with the slutty waitress outfit I made for her for Christmas, just the super slutty look I wanted for her. This was all so exciting, and to celebrate, our future second husbands (and Tanya’s on Rose) gave us long slow deep anal, followed by us sucking their cocks clean in an ass-to-mouth act that felt really dirty. We were indeed moving the free-use onto another level, and not one of us could wait.

Two Years On (Part One)

16 April 2026 / / 1 Comment

My husband has said before that there are few things as much of an instant turn on to him as coming home from work and hearing squelching and grunting that means his wife is being fucked by someone else. And then after the other man cums inside me, my husband gets his turn, gets to make me cum and gets to put his cum inside my already cummy cunt.

And that seems to be happening quite a bit of late. It wouldn’t surprise me if he sets it up that way. After all, one of the things that has made the free-use so intense is the way the men have co-ordinated our fucks, and our other free-use activity. The men only WhatsApp group is alive with timing co-ordination, activity synchronisation, planning for sequential cocks and generally keeping us all on a sexual high.

I can’t tell you how much this co-ordinated working has raised the free-use, has pushed it to extremes. Very little is by chance, and no chance to raise the intensity is missed. Their team work is impeccable.

They have had time to hone these practices. After all, it has been two years since we started on the free-use journey, two years since four women decided they wanted to give control of when they had sex to their collective partners. Four men would have the right to fuck any of the four women pretty much whenever they wanted to. And the women had to do it, regardless of whether they wanted to.

I never expected it to last two years, if I’m honest. But in that time, we’ve changed. Our attitudes, our expectations, our desires, and our requirements have all changed.

All four women are significantly more submissive than they were. It would be hard to be repeatedly bent over and fucked to someone else’s timing and for it not to have an effect. I remember when it first started, after the joy of the initial few weeks and it settled down into just regular free-use, sometimes it was a chore or an annoyance, not that any of us let on to the men. But over time, that has gone, our more submissive attitude has meant that when we are used now, it is a pleasure. Being interrupted for sex is now so mainstream, so normalised that it is expected, welcomed and enjoyed. We’ve even adapted what we do, like figuring out how to get fucked and yet still stir our dinner on the hob. Things like that are so much fun, and totally in the spirit of free-use. And now there is much more masturbation, much more penetration without orgasm, much more display, all intensifying the free-use.

The other major thing that has changed for the women is how much sex they want. I expected that, with so much sex, it would lose its appeal. It would become as boring as doing the laundry, and yet it hasn’t. In fact, it has gone the other way. All four of us now need the sex. Not merely want it, but need it. Being penetrated has become comforting. Not being penetrated has become noticeable, a gaping chasm after merely a few hours. The hunger for a good fuck is now a lot stronger than ever in all four of us.

The men have changed too. Obviously, they all had the desire to fuck us all the time, but physically, they struggled. But all that sex, over such a long timescale, has basically been training their bodies and has meant that their stamina has improved, both in terms of how long a fuck can last, but also how many fucks they can get in a day and how quick their recovery time is. Their knowledge of their bodies and how to get the best out of little blue pills has added more fucks into the mix as well. The biggest change though is the increase in the volume of their cum and how often they can cum, and as a cum slut, I adore that. Feeling a big load inside me, feeling it run down my leg after the event, is so fantastic, and their bodies have really stepped up.

Speaking of cum running down my legs, this blog post hasn’t taken me long to write so far, and I’ve already been interrupted for a fuck by Tanya’s husband, and as if often the case, he came just inside my cunt, and as I sit here, I can feel his cum trying to escape from my cunt. It’s a wonderful feeling, and these days, I get to feel it a lot. It is the sort of thing that makes free-use so fantastic, a reminder of free-use past and that that will come (and cum!), a free-use badge of honour.

But coming up to our second anniversary of free-use, we’ve been discussing, and have now agreed on some changes, things we expect will move the free-use on to another level.

Firstly, the men have decided they want to introduce the concept of a “second wife”. The original idea of the free-use was that sex across the three women who are not their wife should be roughly equal, and that’s mostly held true, and as wives, we’ve had more sex than the rest, purely because our husbands have more rights over us than the others (for example, our husbands have overnight rights to us when we are not available to others), although each husband is the lowest on the pecking order for their wife, so if my husband is fucking me, he has to give way if someone else wants to. And the men do enjoy doing that to each other, and us women are used to interrupted fucks and consecutive cocks.

Well, three of the men have their own favourite of the other three women, and they are different women, so they came up with this idea of a second wife. There are a number of changes for this, firstly the men would have first dibs on the second wife, so they can interrupt someone else and the someone has to give way. The second husband can’t stop someone else having sex with the second wife, but they can interrupt and get in first. Secondly, the men are allowed to fuck their second wives twice as much as the other two women, adding to the imbalance of individual fucking numbers, but it would balance out over the group as a whole. Thirdly, the men decided to limit the amount they can fuck their actual wives to the same number as the second wife (ie twice as much as the other women), although doing the stats, this would reduce fucking their wives very little, and the women would be fucked more by their second husbands anyway. Fourthly, it was decided that on particular days at least once a week, hopefully more than that, the men would all spend the night with the second wife, and have the additional overnight sexual privileges over their second wife rather than their own, an exchange of overnight rights with the other men. If the second wives spend further nights with the second husband and his wife isn’t there (like Anna does when I’m at Carla’s), the extra privileges apply there too.

So, I would be second wife to Rose’s husband, who every single time gives me a damned good fuck, who adores fucking me and who I adore fucking me, so I’m very happy with this pairing. My husband would have Anna, obviously, and Anna’s husband would have Tanya, who he is totally obsessed with, and she feels that in the size and hardness of his cock. She too is very happy with getting more of it. That leaves Rose and Tanya’s husband, who don’t have the same kind of obsession with each other. But they did have an idea.

There is another couple from across the road, Helen and her husband, and they know what we do, in full on explicit detail, and they’ve made it very clear they are desperate to join us, all in, as full members of the free-use group. Helen and her husband have been fucking in the village hall car park with some of the rest of us at events, so they are certainly in the right space fucking-wise. Now, Tanya’s husband is obsessed with Helen and Rose adores Helen’s husband. She thinks he is a lovely man, who she knows is very good with his hands and (according to Helen) he’s got a big cock and knows how to use it. So, assuming they agree to the second wife allocations, and to the rest of the free-use rules, that arrangement would work for everyone.

And Helen meets the other admittance criterium for our free-use group – she has big tits, and my husband saw them for the first time when she wore a tiny bikini doing the gardening last summer, the bikini barely holding them in, with them swinging away as she dug the ground. He, like all the men, will adore playing with them, adore groping them, adore mauling them, adore sucking them.

The three men came up with this idea, Rose and Tanya’s husband came up with the Helen plan and the whole lot was put it to us women for agreement, and that was our chance to get another change we wanted through.

Just Your Average Friday

11 April 2026 / / 1 Comment

I was really comfortable in that position, bent over the arm of the sofa, head on the seat, tits nestling in the triangular tunnel between the seat, the arm and my body, legs spread wide, feet held apart by my spreader bar, skirt lifted up over my ass, hands gripping on to my ass cheeks, hard cock in my cunt. It was relaxing, it was familiar, I was entirely at home. I was on my third hard cock in a row fucking my cunt in this position, and I hadn’t moved between the fucks. I couldn’t really, my ankles were held wide apart by the spreader bar.

About ninety minutes previously, my husband bent me into this position and fitted the spreader bar. Once he was happy my legs were secured wide apart, he rubbed my cunt with his glans, nudging it from between my legs, and talking at me not as a wife, not as a free-use slut, but as a hole, a hole to be used, a hole for his and others’ enjoyment. It felt a bit demeaning, being reduced to a hole, but my cunt was tingling and my breath was shortening,

His glans felt good, comforting almost, as he waited for his moment to push his cock in and take me. I needed it. Even though I’d been fucked a lot already that day, I still needed it so much. And after his glans teasing my cunt for quite a while, rubbing on my lips and nudging my tunnel, he finally pushed his cock deep into my cunt and started to fuck me again, a long, slow, deliberate free-use fuck, specifically not rubbing inside my cunt the way I needed to cum quickly. He wasn’t being kind to me that day, he was making me wait, almost baiting me into begging to be allowed to cum.

Even though I wasn’t being built towards an orgasm, it felt so good to have his lovely hard cock ploughing in and out of my cunt. If his glans was comforting, his cock busy fucking me was relaxing perfection, using my cunt for his pleasure and his peace. My cunt was where his cock was meant to be, and it was for a good 40 minutes, until Tanya’s husband let himself in and found us mid-fuck.

As is his right, he made my husband give up my cunt and he immediately took his place, rubbing his glans against my lips and then pushing hard in, filling my cunt, replacing the empty void that was my husband’s cock, giving me what I needed. The men enjoy doing that to each other, stopping each other fucking mid-fuck, and the women get much longer fucks out of it. Swapping cocks mid-fuck seems so normal now.

My husband sat around gently stroking his cock and watched with a proud glow as Tanya’s husband fucked me, powerfully ploughing into my cunt, him getting harder and harder, and unlike my husband, he had rubbed inside and had already made me cum, a hard but fairly quick orgasm, as he ploughed on regardless, as was his right. He treated my orgasm with the disdain it deserved, as the most important thing was him cumming, him filling my eager cunt with a big load of sticky cum. My husband adored seeing my body squirm and loved the noises I made as Tanya’s husband fucked me and made me cum.

It didn’t seem long before Tanya’s husband was showing signs of being close to cumming, and he fought the valiant fight and held it off for a fair while, but eventually, he couldn’t hold on any more and he just sprayed the inside of my cunt with a liberal coating of sticky cum. My cunt always gets a lot of cum on a Friday, and so does my asshole.

As soon as he was done, he withdrew and left the house, with no clean-up of his cock and a cheery farewell, leaving my cunt in quite a mess. Almost immediately, my husband took his place back in my cunt, a sloppier cunt than he left, but well warmed up and already part way to cumming again. My husband wasn’t completely soft, but he needed building up again. This time, I came again in about ten minutes, as the rubbing was really hitting the spot. My husband obviously carried on fucking me, as I needed, and as I got more breathless, my husband accelerated, slamming his cock in hard, rubbing my clit and lips with his cock on the way in and out. I clamped down on his cock, making his cock rub on the inside of my cunt and making him start to grunt before he came, another dose of cum liberally sprayed round my well used cunt.

Just as he pulled out, relieved at finally getting to finish that fuck and being able to cum inside me, the front door went again and in came Anna’s husband. My husband still had a grip on my ass cheeks, even though he had pulled out, and I felt his hands leave my ass and be replaced by Anna’s husband’s hands moments later. His cock pushed into my slightly gaping messy cunt a moment later still, and he started his fuck, a semi-hard cock growing every second, building up towards depositing yet more cum in my cunt.

This is a Friday. I usually get fucked eight times before 5pm on a Friday. Friday is the day all the other free-use women are unavailable, and the men are usually ending the week working from home. So it falls to me and my well-used cunt and asshole to provide free-use for four men, four cocks all to cum, four sets of balls all to be drained, into my glorious welcoming and probably already cummy cunt and asshole. And this, Anna’s husband was my fifth fuck of the day, the fifth lot of cum deposited inside my body.

First up was my husband and my usual early morning Submissive Sodomy, a very long ass fuck that day, because “I wasn’t submissive enough yesterday”. Rose’s husband was next, and on request of my husband, he did another very long Submissive Sodomy session, and he said I knew why.

It was 10am before I came for the first time. It was another anal session, this time from Anna’s husband and I was so ready to cum, even the motion from rubbing my cunt on the bedclothes as he fucked my ass was enough to make me cum. He carried on fucking my asshole, my orgasm being irrelevant to him, and almost got me there again, but didn’t and left me hanging frustratingly short of an orgasm, stopping as soon as he came. I didn’t complain, I knew better than to complain. I was so near cumming that the postman’s manipulation of my tits shortly after Anna’s husband fucked me was enough to make me cum. It surprised him! I was just relieved, and my cunt was really messy under my skirt.

Then we had the bent over the sofa trilogy of my husband, Tanya’s husband and Anna’s husband cumming in my cunt, and all of them made me cum. By this time, I was cumming very easily, and I needed every single one of those orgasms. I was so on heat, even for a Friday. It’s days like this that I really feel like a cum dumpster, and in my sexual excitement, it is a label I am happy to carry.

Anna’s husband absolutely adores fucking a cunt that is liberally coated with other men’s cum, his cock gets so large at the sloppy feeling round his cock, at the visuals of a cunt that is leaking cum, and when I tell him how much cunt has been used and just how much cum I have in me, his cock gets the largest it ever gets, his fuck gets the fastest it ever gets and the most filling it ever gets, and he’ll end up adding a mega-load to that of the other men. I usually find calling myself a cum dumpster at the right moment is enough to finish him off.

So the totals were three anal and three vaginal fucks so far, and still about four hours to go, and Tanya’s husband did indeed cum in my ass and Rose’s husband came in my still sloppy cunt. It had become the norm, almost a tradition. On a Friday, if they fuck me twice, they try to do one of each. I even got a third session with my husband (as I sometimes do), as he was talking during my cunt fuck of another Submissive Sodomy session. I was so in the submissive head space, being grateful for every orgasm and proud my holes were being well used. I just messed up a bit the previous day, and instead of spanking me like I thought he might, he overloaded me with Submissive Sodomy sessions. I was angry with myself and he thought this was the best way to calm me and to ensure I learned the lessons of my slip.

Just remember my holes are theirs for the taking, theirs to do as they please. Although they mostly try to make me cum, they don’t have to, so each time they do, it is a precious gift, even if they ignore my orgasm and just carry on for their own pleasure.

And then, Friday evening, as usual, I went down to the village pub. My sloppy messy cunt wasn’t be tidied up before I did, and I got myself fucked by the barman, and I ended up going home with Carla, who enjoyed licking five men’s cum and copious cunt juices from my manky well used cunt. And she made me cum loads herself. It’s her joy, making me cum, over and over, especially when I’ve already cum a lot – it feels like a challenge to her. I made her cum too. She so deserved it.

So that was my last Friday, a pretty average Friday. I love it. I crave it. I look forward to it.

Thoughts of Mauled Tits and a Cum-filled Throat

28 March 2026 / / 6 Comments

That my husband gave daily use of my tits to our postman as a reward probably shouldn’t surprise you, given what I want from my submissive life, and given how my husband is looking for opportunities to embrace his inner dom.

That the postman thoroughly enjoys his time manhandling my tits (and later manhandling and sucking them) probably shouldn’t surprise you as well. I mean, who wouldn’t enjoy being able to freely grope, squeeze, suck and generally misuse and mistreat a wonderfully fleshy pair of 34Hs?

That I enjoy him doing that, that I look forward to him doing it, that I want him to do it and that I want to feel the results of him manhandling them long after he has left really shouldn’t surprise you, if you’ve read my blog a lot.

I mean, the clues are there.

The fact that I love it when I’m being fucked with lots of movement and the rhythm makes my tits snap backwards and forwards, when the rhythm makes my tits ache or even hurt from that violent movement. I’ve loved that for years, and in my braless present, I love how frequently I end up feeling their movements long after those movements have ended.

The fact that I love men trying to milk me, even though there is no milk to give, and even though that milking action is really uncomfortable for a milk-free pair of udders like mine, again really shouldn’t surprise you.

But I think the thing that might surprise you is the zeal, the relish I have for his tit-mauling sessions. The desire I have for them. The need I am developing for them. God they are so good. As my husband put it, “your tits are being used to give people pleasure, and that is what they are there for”.

That my husband’s colleague enjoyed me draining of his balls really shouldn’t surprise you.

That my husband offered him my mouth to drain them when they hadn’t been drained for a while again probably shouldn’t surprise you.

But that I did it with such vigour, such style, such over the top dramatics may have surprised you, that I did it with a man I didn’t know with such enthusiasm may well have surprised you.

I’ve never given a random person I didn’t know a blow job before. For the record, I have let random people I don’t really know grope my tits before, quite a bit really. I’ve always loved my tits being played with, being the centre of attention. But a random person blow job is a new thing. And you know what, I’d have had his cock drain into my cunt if my husband had wanted. That is where I am now. My husband didn’t want that, just my mouth. I swallowed and swallowed with all the enthusiasm in the world. That poor man needed his balls drained, and I drained them, properly, completely, in a simple act of helping a fellow human. But I drained them with panache and style. I drained them in a way he wouldn’t easily forget.

It was afterwards whilst I was pondering what happened that I realised that, in the same way as I’m developing a desire for tit-maulings, I’m developing a desire for full loads of cum in my mouth and in my throat, a level of desire way more than I’ve had before and this is a dilemma for me. Because, especially for my husband, I want his cum in my ass and in my cunt, and the same for the free-use people. So I came to the realisation that my increasing desire to swallow cum, to roll it round my mouth and savour it, will have to be sated by random other people, rather than the people I fuck already. That’s one for my husband to work out. One great advantage of being a sub – this becomes someone else’s problem!

I think my husband thought these two little tasks he required of me were a bit tame after the free-use. But actually, I don’t think either are tame. Being instructed like this feels different from the free-use. It’s the being instructed part that really gets me going. I’m a Sex Slave, I’m a Good Girl, and I do what I’m told. I want to do what I’m told. And let’s face it, I’m going to love a mouth full of cock, love a throat full of cum, love an aching manhandled tit.

In my previous life, when I wasn’t a sub, my husband would never in a million years have told me to let someone grope and manhandle my tits, he would never have told me to give a gulping sloppy blow job to someone I didn’t know. If I had asked, he’d probably have let me, but he would never had told me to. But that was then. This is now. Giving blow jobs to someone he wants me to is now. Letting someone manhandle and mistreat my tits is now. Raw usage, raw submission. New for me, and perfect. Exactly what I want. Exactly what I need.

And the pure joy of these acts is that there is no particular reason for me to do either of them, for no other reason than to make me do sexual stuff with new people, for no reason other than to fill my throat with a massive load of fresh cum or to make my tits ache with manhandling, for no reason other than to make his wife demonstrate just how much of a slut than she really is deep down.

There is a simple joy and pleasure in these acts, made kinkier by being performed by order on people I barely know. There is no meaning in it, just a man getting joy from my tits, and a man getting his balls drained in an eager and thorough way.

I’ve never been into meaningless fucks, but these two simple acts have really lit a fire under me. I’ve begun to really appreciate those meaningless sexual acts, to see them for what they are and to enjoy them. And I fully realise that more of these will come. In a life where free-use is the norm, in a life where fucking is several times a day, those random acts of submission are likely to be meaningless, likely to be demeaning, likely to be with people I don’t know much.

We all need sex with meaning in our world (and I have plenty of that, what with my husband, Rose’s, Sara’s, my ex-boss, and Anna, Sara, Laura and Vicki), but not every sexual act needs to have meaning – sometimes a fuck is just a fuck, however it is organised, sometimes a blow job is just a blow job, whoever it is on, sometimes a tit maul is just a tit maul, nothing more.

So, you realise that I enjoyed these acts, but deep down, how did I feel about them? I thought I’d feel cheap, but really I didn’t. I enjoyed them. They didn’t cause angst in my world, I didn’t overthink about them. I just did the best I could, did what they wanted and felt great pleasure, both in being used and in making someone’s day better. I also felt slutty. But I like slutty, I love how slutty Mira feels. For me, feeling slutty is never a bad thing.

I think my husband felt my growing need, and vowed to give me more cocks for my mouth, more cum for my throat and more tit-maulings. He really knows how to look after a girl. I love him so much!

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