The Sex Lives of KinkyMira and Friends

Kinky and filthy things that have happened to us, all explicitly told

Author: KinkyMira (Page 14 of 32)

My Kinky Lass Craves A Bright Red Ass

28 June 2022 /

Some of the spankings I have described in the blog are a long way from where I started. I wouldn’t contemplate spanking at all until I got with my now-husband, a result of being terrorised by threats from my parents as a child.

During one of our late-night fantasy chats, my husband spoke about spanking. In his fantasy, he loved it (both giving and receiving). In his fantasy, he didn’t wield his paddle or hand for control, he did so for fun and love, and in his fantasy, so did I.

It was that night I opened up to him about why I hated spanking. He cuddled me as I sobbed in his arms. I had come a long way, but sometimes, my past still spikes the present. He didn’t want to upset me, so he said he’d leave it as a fantasy.

But I wasn’t prepared to leave it. If I left it, I let the ghosts of the past win. So, a few days later, we were cuddling in bed, and I brought spanking up. I had questions, but most of all, I wanted to know why he wanted to try it. He spoke about erotic stories he read online, that talked about a close connection that came out of spanking. Like with most kinks, these stories came with a good dose of control or punishment, but as we don’t do power, he thought our spanking would be another close connection filled with love. On top of this close connection, he liked the idea of a glowing red ass, radiating heat and very pleasing on the eye.

He also found the idea of someone not being tied up, just lying there and taking a hard spanking or paddling very erotic. The fact that they could choose to get up and leave but choose not to was a mega-turn-on.

He grabbed a tablet and showed me his favourite piece of erotic art. It is an animated image called Dish Duty and depicts a woman bent over a sink, with a bright red ass and cunt on display. I can instantly see why he loves the picture. As well as being exquisitely drawn, it is such a multi-faceted picture. It would be very easy to see control or abuse in that picture, but that isn’t what I saw. What I saw was love and contentment – a happy woman carrying on with daily life despite an extremely hard spanking. She seems content, she seems happy. Her panties are around her knees, indicating that she was spanked there, and has carried on with the washing up after. I think he could see some of me in her, including her mid-back length blonde hair, her happiness to display her cunt and I love being fucked bent over the sink with my tits dipping in the water. Yes, that is a very good choice for a favourite piece of erotic art.

After I had finished taking in the breath-taking image, I cuddled up to my husband, and as often did, I ended up kissing him with one of his hands on my ass. I whispered in his ear to slap my ass once. I was expecting a short crisp clip, but it was somewhat more than that. It was quite a high velocity impact with his hand. I kissed him and got out of bed to look at my ass in the mirrors. There was a faint but clear hand print on my ass, with fingers splayed apart. We were both admiring it and my husband photographed it, but I told my husband not to do that again unless I asked.

But I didn’t hate it. I didn’t recoil. The terror didn’t show up. As I went to sleep, my ass was still stinging. I felt happy. I had the first inkling of why people like spanking. I drifted off thinking of the woman in Dish Duty and imagining myself as her.

A few weeks later, we were playing around, and my husband ended lying across my lap with his ass in easy reach of my hand. I didn’t give it much thought; I just raised my hand and gave his ass a good crisp spank. He looked at me and smiled, wiggling his ass as he did. I spanked him a second, a third, a fourth time. I stopped at 24 spanks (according to his sex log). My hand was stinging, yet it was clear he was eager for more.

The following morning after he had gone to work, I ordered our purple satin paddle. I figured that I would be able to do more strokes with a paddle than with my hand. A couple of weeks later, I got him over my lap again, with his ass up, and then I produced the paddle. His eyes nearly popped out of his head. I only used the soft side for his first paddling and got up to about 30 before I called time. I was still nervous about overdoing things, but he clearly loved it. Over the following months, I quickly increased to 60 strokes, with a few of the hard side. It turns out he much prefers a high number of strokes from the soft side than fewer with the hard side. I did my best to oblige.

But amongst all this spanking fun, I couldn’t get Dish Duty out of my head. You see, over time, I realised that I really wanted to be her. I wanted to be someone who was spanked with love, with devotion. I wanted to be the person with the ass so red that it would take days for the stinging to wear off. I wasn’t sure if reality would be like my fantasy, but I was becoming more and more certain I wanted to find out.

So, I bought three picture frames to give to him. In one, I put a print of that picture, and in another identical frame, I wanted to put something about me. I left a third one to put an actual picture of me recreating Dish Duty, with a bright red spanked ass.

I knew my husband liked the phrase “a well-behaved lass has a bright red ass”, although he wasn’t keen on the behaviour and control bits. I started playing around with the words before lass, starting with “a kinky lass”, before realising that to be specifically about me, it should be “my kinky lass”. A good start, but “has” wasn’t appropriate, as at the time, I never had. I mused with “wants” and “needs” before settling on “craves”, a much stronger sentiment more in keeping with how I felt.

He opened Dish Duty first and loved it, he opened my words second, and you could see the excitement in his eyes. He opened the third frame, in which I had put a piece of paper that said “Reserved for my eventual recreation of Dish Duty.” He had a big smile on his face, but I didn’t say anything; I just produced our paddle (around which I had tied a bow), I rearranged him on the chaise and bent over his lap, bearing my near white ass to the world in close proximity to his right hand.

I could hardly believe it. I was craving being spanked, and here I was bearing my poor ass in the hope that I was about to receive my first proper spanking.

Climbing The Greasy Pole (Part Two)

17 June 2022 /

There Victoria was, bent over the balcony in a very expensive hotel suite looking at the city skyline all lit up, her freshly fucked cunt uncovered by her lifted-up dress and out to the breeze. She knew she had to pass a test to get to fuck him again, and she needed to, for her cunt’s sake and that of her career.

She felt her ultimate boss’ fingers part her cunt lips and something plastic and tight fitting cup around her clit. With his hand again in the small of her back, he told her she could not move, and her clit had to remain in contact with the wand, how long for was entirely up to him, but he did like punishing clits.

With some false bravado, she told him to do his worst. She’d been pretty rough with her clit herself, but she had a feeling this guy would surpass her own clit punishment.

The plastic clit cup started vibrating, firstly at a slow pace, then building up a minute at a time until the wand was on full power. She remembered it as a total beast; harsher, stronger and more powerful than anything she had used before. Very soon, her clit was starting to throb, and she felt the desire to try to break contact with the vibrating cup even for a brief second. But she knew if she did, she was done.

She gritted her teeth and bit her lip, trying desperately to resist the urge to shout stop. Her clit was swollen and throbbing as wave after wave of vibrations flowed through it. But amid the ferocity of the vibrations, she started to feel an orgasm building. Her clit was feeling both pain and a throb of orgasm at the same time, and very quickly she started screaming as he made her cum. But even as she came, he didn’t stop the vibration assault on her clit. As the orgasm ebbed away, the pain of the rubbed and swollen clit came back with a vengeance. She wasn’t sure how much more she could take of this. Her clit was getting bigger and bigger, harder and harder, more and more raw and this was definitely past pleasure now for her. But she was determined to give him what he wanted.

And then, all of a sudden, the vibrating cup left her clit, and she felt his tongue licking around her clit and then his teeth gently biting on her clit (not enough for blood, but enough for her to feel the joins between his teeth). It felt like he was chewing on her clit, which was a little painful given the swollen and abused state of her clit, but also rather pleasurable. After a while of this, she felt his mouth leave her and again felt the wind blowing round her cunt.

While she was in a slightly delirious mixture of endorphins and pain, he told her each time they fucked, she’d have to do the clit test again, and each time, she’d have to last longer than the previous, oh and he wouldn’t tell her how long she had been or whether she had beaten her time. She knew it was only a matter of time before she failed the test, and she didn’t want to know what happened when she did.

But it was clear he was in charge, and it was clear he was going to fuck her again, so from her perspective, it was job done.

After a brief period of alone time, he helped her up and stripped off her dress and bra. He threw the bra off the balcony, and it disappeared down to the street below. He sat on a chair on the balcony, with his mouth at tit height. He pulled her towards him and started sucking on her nipples, slowly getting more and more rough until he was doing the same safe chewing action he used on her clit. Her nipples were getting hard again, and he seemed to know when she was starting to feel another orgasm building, because it got close, and then he pinched her clit quite viciously, instantly making her start to cum. Her legs collapsed and he caught her and laid her on the balcony floor, where he just stood watching her, sipping on his champagne.

As she looked up at him, she knew she was there for his pleasure, a toy for him. But she had to remember why she was there: friends in high places and promotion.

He told her she had done well, and she’d earned herself another fuck right now, and a meeting next time he was in the area. He held out a hand to help her up, and she accepted it, and went to kiss him after she was up. He stepped back and told her no kissing, before leading her back into the suite. He bent her over the sofa, which was at a perfect height to really make her legs open for him. He ploughed his cock into her again, making her rear up as he drove in and making her tits swing. But after about a dozen hard strokes, he started on a more gentle, yet pacey, fuck, building her orgasm the old-fashioned way. They both knew this would take a while, but she could revel in a long hard fuck with her cunt filled by a long hard cock.

She thought she was all orgasmed out, but his persistence and rhythm made another orgasm start to build. Quite how he found that in her she did not know, but she could feel him getting harder and harder as she got closer and closer. She cried out a little, then longer as her orgasm started, and he slammed in to her and his cock pulsed and more cum spewed into her cunt. Her tits ached from the swinging (which they were unaccustomed to at the time), but nevertheless, she loved that viscous snapping action.

When they had both finished, she felt his cock withdraw, and she heard him say she could see herself out. She looked round and he’d gone, leaving her cummy cunt flapping in the open, leaving her aching tits dangling and leaving her desperate for more cock. She wasn’t getting any though, and she put on the dress, having to be braless and choosing to be pantyless. She then left the room and went down to reception.

The concierge smiled that innocent concierge smile and handed her her bra (hanging, so the enormity of her cups was visible to anyone in reception). She brazened it out, thanking him and asking him to call her a cab.

She came down from the sexual high in the cab, and was exhausted, but pretty pleased with herself. Despite the pain, that was the most amazing sex she had had, the strongest and most repeated orgasms she had had, and she was desperate to get another dose; she’d never had that before. She had never got in a cab before holding her bra, panties in her bag, cum oozing from her cunt and throbbing nipples and clit. She was a wreck, but a very happy wreck.

Shortly after she got home, right when she was tending to her sore and abused clit and nipples, she received a text from him telling her she could be late in tomorrow. He’d sort it. My god, she thought, this might actually work.

Climbing The Greasy Pole (Part One)

6 June 2022 /

Victoria has always worked in a male dominated industry and was good at her job, and yet around nine years ago (when she was about 23), she was passed over for promotion several times. Despite receiving feedback, she was never sure why, and just got more and more frustrated over time.

One night, in her head, she was screaming “Who do I have to fuck to get promoted?” Desperation really, but over the course of the night, she rationalised that it was a good idea. She liked sex, she was pretty used to mediocre sex, and who knows, the boss she chose to fuck might actually be a good lay.

She had already worked out the power of her body, but she had never given thought to actively using that power. In fact, it disgusted her really: the whole thought was totally the opposite of her personal moral code.

But over the following weeks, several things happened that convinced her she needed to put aside her revulsion and start fucking her way to the top. None of her rivals for promotion were playing fair, so she decided it was time to use what she had.

It was strange that once she’d taken the decision, she felt a new calm. Finally, she was doing something about it. But who to fuck? Her current supervisor was a sleaze (and probably the reason she wasn’t promoted), so she definitely wasn’t fucking him. She went up the command chain, ruling each one out until she got to the managing director of the company. He seemed like a decent guy, and he had clearly taken a shine to her on the odd occasion they had come into contact. And there was the added bonus that he had other sites to look after, so he wouldn’t be there every day.

An opportunity emerged a few weeks later when the company was looking for volunteers to man a stand at a trade show. She knew he’d be there for quite a bit, so this was her chance. She was a bit disappointed though, as despite flirting relentlessly with him, he showed no flicker of interest. On the final evening in the bar, she virtually threw herself at him (she described it as she had the dignity of a baby giraffe), and still nothing. She was resigned for her plan not working, and had started thinking about a plan B.

But then, a few days later, out of the blue, she received an email from him saying he wanted to take her out to dinner to thank her for the hard work she put in on the stand. She was all excited but realised the email might not just be an excuse to get together but might actually be being truthful about the reason. She needed to stay calm and see where it went.

She put on her tightest figure-hugging dress and the best bra for it, which happened to create a really good deep cleavage, and paired it with the tiniest sexiest thong panties she owned. She popped a toothbrush in her clutch bag (a sign of intent if ever there was one), and she prepared herself for a night of hot sex, or a night of disappointment.

The first hour or so was business like, without a flicker of interest, and she had resigned herself to it just being a nice gesture. At one point in the conversation, he spoke about the fact that he wasn’t comfortable with not being in charge, which is why he loves running a business. She didn’t realise the significance of that comment until a little later.

The turning point was whilst waiting for their dessert order to arrive. She decided that she needed to powder her nose (in a very English lady kind of way), and after she excused herself, as she got up, he said in a very matter of fact way that he didn’t think she’d need to be wearing panties when she came back. It was such an out of the blue comment that she just found herself nod once as if in confirmation, and she turned to go to the ladies.

Now she was getting excited. If he wanted her without panties, he’d get her without panties. She wasn’t blowing this now. She felt a tingle in her cunt, giving her feelings she didn’t often experience – that of an aching desire to be filled with cock. This was more than about promotion now; this was about her getting a good fuck.

She was both nervous and exhilarated as she rammed her tiny panties into her clutch bag. She kept reminding herself not to jump him, and to act suave and sophisticated. It was the not knowing that made this delicious. As she left the ladies, she was trying to channel high class escort rather than cock hungry slut.

She walked back to the table and sat down opposite him. He said something she couldn’t remember and she just opened her clutch bag and showed him the contents. He lifted them up a little with a couple of fingers, smiled and said how much better that was.

And then the desserts turned up. She had to pretend to give a shit about a slice of cheesecake whilst the small talk returned. Once they had finished, he asked her if she wanted a nightcap back at his hotel. (No, she wanted a fuck, but a nightcap might get her there). It was all business on the journey back, through reception and right into the suite. It was massive and had a private balcony overlooking the city skyline all lit up.

She went out on to the balcony and looked at the view. She got a little lost in the view and didn’t really register him behind her. She felt his hand in the small of her back, bending her over the balcony rail. She looked over and registered him, realising his eyes were filled with lust. She smiled at him and turned back to face the view, as he lifted up her skirt and pushed his hard cock into her cunt in a single slow deliberate movement.

Neither of them said a word as he started sliding his cock in and out, getting more and more frantic as he slammed his cock into her. She knew she wasn’t about to cum, so she used her cunt muscles to squeeze his cock with everything she had. It was clearly too much for him, as soon he got even harder and then she felt him spewing cum deep into her cunt.

When he was done, he pulled out and she started to move, to which he told her she hadn’t been given permission to move yet. She settled back down, cummy cunt on display towards him into the room. She sneaked a look over her shoulder and he wasn’t wearing anything below the waist and was walking round with his cock hanging out without a care in the world.

She waited with the cool air circulating round her cunt until she heard him behind her. He told her that if she wanted him to fuck her again, she needed to pass a little test. She was a little nervous but determined. After all, this was what she had planned – using her body to get ahead.

Two Over The Pool Table

28 May 2022 /

It was five days after my now husband received his first blow jobs from his good university friends Debbie and Val, and he was disappointed that nothing else had happened in those five days, even though both of them had been into his room at some point during those days (as they often were). He tried to drop hints separately with each of them, but he saw no evidence that the hints were getting through. Just goes to show how rubbish he was with hints.

Their actions had lit a fire under his libido, and he was desperate for sex. He was at the point where he had started contemplating fucking other people he knew at university, but he really wanted to fuck each of them and hadn’t given up on the idea.

It was Saturday night, and instead of being out enjoying themselves, they had been working. They had a nightmare assignment due in on the Monday and they were throwing everything at it, and it was after midnight before any of them noticed. They all popped out for quick takeaway burgers (as everywhere for food on campus was closed) and got back to campus at about 2am. They had missed the bar as well and when they went into the Junior Common Room, there was nobody there. The girls were discussing what to do with themselves, as their brains were still buzzing with work, meaning that none of them would be able to sleep.

Whilst they were thinking about music or games, what popped into his mind was a delightful idea. There was this pool table, and the various discolourations of the baize gave away that more was done regularly on this table than just playing pool, and there it was ready to have someone bent over it to be fucked. He imagined them side by side, facing away from him across the table with their skirts up over their waists, their panties round an ankle and their legs spread wide, their asses proudly pointing upwards and their cunts poking out from between their legs at perfect height for his cock. They seemed happy to both be present for his blow jobs, so why not this? The thought was mesmerising.

He snapped out of his daze as he heard his name being called. They asked him what he was thinking about, and he just said that he had worked out something they could do, and he described in detail the position he wanted them to assume.

Val, who was the more daring of the two and who immediately realised what might happen, was straight onto the table, skirt flipped up, telling him to arrange her as he wanted. He went up behind her, pulled her panties down and off one foot, then moved her feet apart and pushed on her back to push her into the table. Perfect.

He looked at Debbie, who was seemingly concerned about them being interrupted. But she came to the table as Val pointed out that orgasms would help them to calm down, and that they had watched several lots fuck over the pool table and none of their reputations was damaged at all by the incident: in fact, the reputations were somewhat enhanced. So, if they were seen, no harm would likely come of it.

Debbie was clearly thinking it through, but soon took her place next to Val, bending over and flipping her skirt up. Val grabbed her hand and squeezed it whilst smiling at her, as if to reassure Debbie she was doing the right thing. He arranged Debbie in the same way, then stepped back a few steps to admire the wonderful view.

The women heard a chair move and realised that he had sat down to take his time taking in these two wonderful women on display.

Debbie asked him what his plans were, but he hadn’t got that far. He wanted to fuck both of them, so sat contemplating whilst he watched and admired their bent over bodies, their cunt flaps gently quivering as they breathed. His cock was hardening without manual intervention, as a particularly mean game popped into his head.

The girls realised that it was mean as he outlined it. One timed minute of him fucking one cunt, before withdrawing and fucking the other for one timed minute, and backwards and forwards until he came. One of them would get to feel his cum flowing into their cunt, the other would not. And even worse, the girls would get nowhere near orgasm, as any momentum built up in their minute would be lost in the next minute.

Both women complained at the selfishness of his plan, but there was a method in his madness. By switching between cunts, he could cover for his comparative lack of experience (at this point, he had only fucked Anya, and he didn’t want to show himself lacking in front of these two gorgeous friends he wanted to fuck).

But with their cunts exposed as they were, making them feel horny, it was only a matter of time before they caved, agreeing to let him play his evil game. They only agreed to do it if he agreed to scoop some of his cum from the winner’s cunt and put it in the loser’s, followed by finger fucking each of them to multiple orgasms.

He agreed and quite quickly, they felt his glans rubbing against their slightly open cunts (open by virtue of their legs being a good way apart). That was it. Any thoughts of doubt had gone as they felt his glans repeatedly applied to the outer folds of their cunts.

As he was doing it, he spun a coin on the baize and asked Val to choose heads or tails. Val called heads, and it was tails, meaning his glans gently pushed its way into Debbie’s folds first. Debbie loved the feeling of a cock nudging its way into her, gently taking its rightful place filling her cunt with throbbing muscle. But all too soon for Debbie, Val called a minute was up and, in an instant, her cunt was empty, and quite wet in the gentle breeze from the air conditioning.

He was a little swifter impaling Val, as he realised that her cunt would be more than ready. In amongst the empty feeling from her cunt, Debbie remembered she needed to time the minute, as he upped the pace with Val just a little. The minute seemed to really drag for Debbie (and particularly her empty cunt), but it raced by for Val, who had the first tinglings of an orgasm, just as Debbie called time and he extracted his cock, transferring it back to Debbie. Frustrating wasn’t the word.

Even the small break caused by him taking his cock out of one cunt and putting it into another was causing him to last a long time too. At one point, Val seriously thought about stopping the game, but she didn’t want to be the one to stop it, and anyway, he’d promised to finger fuck them later, so she stuck with it. She wasn’t the most patient of sorts, and she didn’t really like edging, and this was a massive ball of edge. Debbie however didn’t mind a nice edging session. She loved a nice slow build up: it was what made her legs go weak after an orgasm. She’d take this all day.

Both girls could feel his cock getting harder, both knew he was nearer to cumming, and both had decisions to make. They each wanted him to cum in their cunt, so had to decide whether to try to speed up his orgasm by squeezing his cock whilst he was inside them, or to just let him be and only resort to that if he is literally seconds from blowing. Debbie took the latter course, Val the former (impatience again), and unluckily for Val, her squeezing got him really hard and about to blow just as Debbie called time. Val cried out in frustration as he removed his cock from her cunt and forcefully impaled Debbie, fucking her hard as she clenched at his cock, forcing him to fire his cum into her in under half a minute.

Whilst he was still throbbing in Debbie’s cunt, he started working on Val’s with his fingers. He didn’t want to really piss her off, so very quickly brought her to an initial orgasm. She relaxed a little, as he scooped some cum out of Debbie’s cunt and pushed it into Val’s, before starting another slightly rougher finger fuck to give Val another three orgasms. His fingers then left a contented Val and gave Debbie four orgasms of her own.

Whilst he bent each of them over the pool table separately to fuck several times during the two years they were all there, they never repeated this. He did wonder if Val would back away from him, but she didn’t and she fucked him very frequently. But Debbie seemed to get confidence from this and came out of her shell a little. After all, she was the one who had made him cum, and that made her feel great.

A Pair Of Tupperwhores (Part Two)

11 May 2022 /

It was the last fuck of the week, and one I knew would truly break my poor body. I had been feeling quite good ass-fucking Sara, but that motion always takes it out of me, and I end up exhausted and somewhat broken.

And it was in that already broken state that I began being prepared for my first airtight experience. I had stupidly decided to have Sara’s husband do a brutal face fuck on me, as well as have my husband’s cock in my asshole (where it seems to get unfeasibly large and hard) and then Sara (who was still fairly broken) wielding a strap-on into my cunt and forcing the wand on my clit. My clit was already fairly used up from the repeated orgasms and rubbing of the strap-on whilst I was fucking Sara, so I had no idea if it would cope. All in all, I had set this up in the most extreme way, and I knew I had to take whatever they unleashed on me. I would never forgive myself if I didn’t get to the end.

To give Sara a chance of being able to take an active part in this, I had her laying down on the bed, strap-on pointing straight up and wand in hand. After a little wand play, my cunt moistened, and I slid the strap-on all the way in. I felt so full, and it felt so close to my cervix.

My asshole was being lubed, and very soon, I felt the familiar feeling of my husband’s cock burrowing its way through my pucker and then start growing with comparatively small movements. Then I was presented with Sara’s husband’s only slightly hard cock. I eagerly inhaled it, using my tongue over the head and sucking as best as I could. I was already airtight, and my mouth action suddenly produced a hardening of his cock. I felt his hands grasp either side of my head and I knew the brutal face fuck was mere seconds away. Sara was pawing at my tits and had the wand on full power, my husband was increasing the speed of him ploughing into my asshole, his motions making the strap-on slide in and out of my cunt as well.

And then her husband began, his cock getting harder, the end hitting the back of my mouth as he grew. My mouth was salivating as he got up speed, the end of his cock driving its way into my top of my throat at each stage. Now I knew why she had a tear in her eye when he face-fucked her, and now, mere millimetres from her face, her husband’s cock was brutally penetrating my mouth, and I’d use the word brutal about the forceful application of the wand to my clit too, and you all know how big my husband’s cock gets in an asshole and how unrelenting he is.

Repeating what I liked from my earlier DP, the men managed to sync up their rhythms and Sara soon got the idea, so as well as all the other sensations, I got the fantastically full to frustratingly empty feeling with every stroke.

I have no idea how long this went on for. The feelings of rolling orgasm, degradation, general misuse, and the full knowledge that this was far from over quickly got too much. I started drifting off into a trance-like state, aware of what was going on, but totally overwhelmed and overwashed with emotion and feelings, as yet again, my husband’s cock stretched the width of my asshole, Sara’s husband’s cock ploughed into my throat and Sara roughly kneaded my tits, moved the dildo in my cunt and held the wand to my much-abused clit, I knew that I needed to hang on. I wanted this. I’d set it up to be this hard. My body needed to cash the cheques my mouth wrote.

And then I remembered this was their second airtight of the day, so the men would have a lot more stamina, and they managed to use up Sara, so I stood no chance.

My appreciation of time drifted away under the relenting rhythm of their respective motions. I felt like I couldn’t cum any more, and yet again and again, Sara got orgasm after orgasm out of my rapidly emptying shell.

I think my brain had trouble keeping up with what was happening to my body, the sensations, the things happening to multiple parts of my body all at the same time; the stretching, the rhythm, the power, the drive, the rubbing simultaneously completely overwhelmed my senses, and I spent most of the time in a blurry daze of stimulation, lust and orgasm, none of which I had any control of.

The first I knew that this was heading towards the end was being awoken from my daze by the men talking to each other about holding back their orgasms. I had no control. I felt like my holes were being used by them and I was merely a passenger. That was the degradation and I’m so pleased to have felt it, and I definitely want to feel again.

It felt like as they were holding back, but Sara was accelerating her efforts, the dildo really fucking my cunt and the wand pressing into my abused clit harder than ever.

And then amongst shouts, the men came, my husband spewing cum into my well-used asshole and Sara’s husband pumping a ridiculously large amount of cum into my mouth. He carried on the motion, so some of the cum was in the front of my mouth and some was forced down my throat by him jamming his glans into my throat. It felt like just another indignity, another piece of degradation. He was good at this, and I loved it.

After his cock has stopped spurting and it shrunk out of my mouth, he pinched my nose, forcing me to swallow, before just walking away. I felt my husband pull out and lift me off Sara, and putting me down next to her, just leaving me in a heap, alone, sticky, sore in a number of places, exhausted and slightly delirious. I did feel abused and degraded, but in a good way, the total lack of control over the encounter, together with the overwhelming combination of individual elements that would make me cum, turned me into an orgasming jelly, my body doing what it was forced to do by those working on it.

I can totally understand why Sara likes the brutal face fuck. It is somewhat out of character for her husband, and the feelings of degradation only add to the experience. The face fuck made me feel quite owned and abused and add that to feeling full in all three holes, it is pretty amazing. I did realise that this was only so good because of the clear love of those involved. In other circumstances, this would be a nasty abusive situation, but because of the love and respect, it was a brilliant event.

But far from feeling bad, I felt content and satisfied by being a Tupperwhore, and I was left wondering what it would be like to be ploughed by three real cocks and to have a woman or two working my tits and clit. One day, we’ll find another couple and try it. One day.

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