The Sex Lives of KinkyMira and Friends

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

Author: KinkyMira (Page 28 of 33)

Changing Thoughts On Consent

14 July 2019 /

Prior to being with my now husband, I very much believed in the strict implementation of consent. You know, fresh consent every time, no blanket, long-term, advance, or enduring consents can be given, you can’t consent when you are drunk (by definition), all that.

So, the night we got together, on about the fourth time he snogged me, he cupped my clothed breast as he leant in. In other circumstances, I might have objected, but I was so desperate for his touch. I had realised I wanted him a few months before, and I was so glad that he finally touched me even slightly sexually, and I was keen to encourage him. I had known him for a number of years before we got together, and in that time, he was the perfect gentleman. Never an inappropriate touch or word.

I also know from discussions before we got together that he was very aware of consent issues and was normally over cautious. I didn’t want him to be over cautious, I wanted him to touch me sexually without concern for whether I wanted it. I did want it. Whatever he wanted, I’d do it. Five seconds after our first kiss I’d have fucked him if he had wanted.

He left his hand on my breast for a couple of long snogs and a bit of conversation, and then he moved it off, and I was a little disappointed. So, after a short period, I moved his hand back onto my breast, the clearest signal I could give that I wanted it.

And he took the hint and touched my clothed tits and ass regularly over the course of the evening, as well as my hair and face as I looked adoringly at him. It felt so good. From that day to this (with some encouragement in the early days), he touches me a lot, mostly my tits and ass, but he also strokes me, my arms, my hair, my back. And my cunt, oh how he touches my cunt. To this day, his touch is electric and fabulous, and I crave it and miss it when he doesn’t touch me up for some reason. I used to see women getting groped by their men in shops, and I used to think they needed to get some self-respect and claim their bodies back, and now here I was desperate for him to do that to me (and he now often does). I feel like when he touches me publicly, he’s saying, “she’s mine, hands off” and that makes me feel very happy. My views on touching me up have definitely changed.

On the third day we were together, he kept popping round to my place during the day between appointments, and every time he did, I got my tits out for him to play with. (I think the last time I was a little too quick, and therefore would have flashed them at anyone in the street.) I was again encouraging him, making him want me more and feeling his mouth round my nipples and his tongue flicking across them was amazing. I knew he loved my tits from long before we got together, so I knew he would be only too eager to play with them and finally to get to suck on them.

Over the coming weeks, I consistently gave him the blanket consent message to touch me however he pleased and to do whatever he wanted with me. Now obviously on any given occasion, I could have withdrawn consent (even though I never did), but from a consent perspective, I was uneasy. I didn’t believe in blanket and enduring consent, even to someone you are married to, and yet that is exactly what I was doing: not just long-term non-specific consent but encouraging him to take me as he wanted. I was conflicted because I fucking loved the results, and I knew I should have been horrified.

As our relationship blossomed, he started to get more adventurous with me (and all without me explicitly giving consent). When he started putting his hand under my clothes and touching my tits or cunt, far from objecting and as an automatic reaction without giving it a thought, I opened my legs to give him better cunt access or leant forward to allow him to pull up my top and unhook my bra. When he started moving my panties aside to gain better access to my cunt, I encouraged him to work my clit hard. When he started removing my panties all together without asking or checking, I loved how owned it made me feel.

I’m not really sure he realised what he was doing, but he kept gently pushing the blanket consent boundaries, fucking me, and getting kinky with me as he wanted. I should probably have been horrified, but instead, I basked in the warm glow that blanket and enduring consent with him was the best decision I had ever made (often a short-lived feeling that was replaced with the bow wave of an orgasm).

I even told him that I expected him to fuck me when I was ill or drunk. I often want a fuck if I’m drunk, and because the consent situation is difficult if you are drunk, I made sure he knew he was to fuck me if either he or I wanted it. I’m not a very good patient (I get very down), so fucking me when I’m ill is important as it improves my mood and therefore improves my recovery. We sometimes jokingly call a fuck “my medicine” and him cumming in me “an injection”.

It’s not all one way either. I do similar things to him too. I regularly masturbate him to wake him up (before riding him to get his large cock cumming in my cunt). Luckily his cock seems to have a mind of its own, so I get to ride him when he’s ill, and he’s still able to be ridden when he’s a bit drunk (not massively drunk, but given how much he needs his car, he never gets that drunk). I quite often play with his cock and balls when we are cuddling up, or when he’s doing something in the kitchen.

You see, he had no such qualms about consent. For him, from the first time I played with his cock and balls, he made it very clear that I could do whatever I wanted, and we’ve proved that over and over again.

So, my thoughts on consent have definitely changed since being with him. I don’t believe you should hand permanent consent out to just anyone, but where your partner clearly demonstrates over and over again that they look after you and adore you, I have come to the conclusion that blanket and enduring consent is a good thing. I know if I say stop to him, he’ll stop. That’s all I need.

So, in short, I have broken my own rule and given him blanket long-term permission to fuck me whenever, wherever, and however he likes. I love being his plaything, I love not knowing what he’s going to do to me, I love just being used like a slut, often with him taking charge and just doing what he wants.

So, if I’m lying there and he wants to lick my cunt, he’s going to lick my cunt. If he wants to bend me over the arm of the settee and fuck me, he’s going to bend me over the arm of the sofa and fuck me, and I consent to it all, every last touch.

An Introduction To Cunt Worship (The Curtsy Chronicles – Part Four)

26 May 2019 /

I’m not going to document every day of our stay in this fabulous place. We fucked a lot, and we talked a lot with other people who were happy to fuck with you watching. One unexpected thing that I really enjoyed about this place was the conversation, the freedom to have discussions about sex, likes, kinks and other sex related topics that you would rarely have the chance to discuss in public in normal daily life. Let’s face it, when people have seen you fuck with the abandon that you do here, a lot of the walls that stop these kinds of discussions are simply blown away.

One such couple we discussed things with were the couple who helped us off the Queening chair. Her name was Olivia and she and her husband were Canadian. They live in a small town where most of the residents had an even smaller mind-set, so coming here gives them a taste of sexual freedoms they only get behind closed doors at home.

We first talked whilst we were waiting for Eva on that first night and continued when they joined us for breakfast the following morning. They were clearly eager to talk about my experience of the Queening chair. I explained how fabulous it was for my body to be fully supported and how that allowed me to fully focus on my cunt and the actions on it, probably for the first time ever; there was no other touch between us, no one else touching me and no aches and pains to distract me. I said that, in those moments, I found myself so focussed on my cunt that I excluded everything else. It was an overwhelming kind of feeling, and one I can’t say I’ve felt before; I found myself feeling that the whole of our relationship flowed through my cunt and into his mouth; our mental and physical energy, our physical form and contact, not to mention my actual cunt juices that were being licked up. The comments about the energy and being overwhelmed brought about nods of heads and knowing smiles.

It is a very hard feeling to describe (and I haven’t really done it justice), but that feeling is one well known to Olivia, and embracing that feeling has led her and her husband to a much stronger relationship and a much more sexual relationship. They explained to us that the feeling led them to embrace Cunt Worship – in its original sense, not in the one used by the porn industry in recent years. The porn version is about domination and female led relationships, but the original type of Cunt Worship is something much more gentle. It stems from an almost hippy like belief in energy flows, specifically that the energy of the woman is directed both in and out through her cunt, and therefore through her cunt comes her whole life force. Because of these energy flows, the cunt is worshipped, an almost religious devotion to pleasing the cunt (as you would any other god), and it isn’t just him that worships her cunt – she does too, pampering and pleasuring her cunt at every opportunity.

Historically, this sort of Cunt Worship has been a part of a number of religious faiths, and indeed, the cunt was historically displayed as something to be revered and cherished, and they had noted my love of displaying my cunt.

Olivia and her husband have totally embraced the Cunt Worship lifestyle, and it was fascinating to hear them describe what they do. Her cunt is the absolute focus of their life, and the time and devotion they put into her cunt is amazing.

They consider a Queening chair to be essential for a Cunt Worship lifestyle. They first discovered a Queening chair here on their first visit five years ago, and they bought one and had it sent home. A local French engineer builds them, and when I expressed a desire to take one home myself, they offered to introduce us. Wow, our very own Queening chair would be fabulous.

Anyway, they use theirs every day for at least an hour, on weekends often for two one hour periods or more. If Olivia feels his devotion to her cunt has not been enough, she uses the Queening chair’s angled facesitting option, if she feels his devotion has been acceptable, she will go for the horizontal licking option that we tried.

Their average day includes a good amount of adoration. She displays her cunt as much as possible at home. She never wears anything below the waist at home, and always sits with her legs spread so he can look adoringly at her cunt; he even looks at her cunt when they are having a conversation. She has a full length mirror that she can locate so that she can look at her own cunt in its full glory, and they take endless photos of her cunt in full flower.

He sometimes sits between her legs so that he can adore her cunt close up, and it is from this position that he does regular cunt inspections, an intimate examination of her cunt, both externally and internally, with his fingers and with instruments. He particularly enjoys using a speculum on her, as that allows him to stare adoringly and photograph deep into her cunt.

He also learned cunt massage, which Olivia finds very satisfying, and he has the task of cleaning her cunt, especially if it is manky through heat or exercise.

They both generally pamper her cunt, through look, touch, and interaction. Her desire to please her cunt has made her use bigger and bigger toys to make her cunt feel full, and she rides suction dildos multiple times every day, and of course, his cock spewing cum into her cunt also pleases it, which normally happens at least twice a day (once before work and once after if it is a workday).

They believe that her cunt demonstrates its pleasure by orgasming and squirting. They expect to make her squirt once every day, and between them, they make her orgasm a minimum of ten times a day, either he makes her cum with his mouth, fingers, or cock, or she makes herself cum with some toys, both penetrative and suction.

That single minded devotion to pleasing her cunt and to making it happy is the drive of their life, and the power and bonding they get from the energy flows through her cunt is something to behold.

I can understand how this seems to be a small step to the domination model, but for them, it isn’t about domination. Their relationship is so much stronger since they have whole-heartedly embraced the Cunt Worship lifestyle, and they are now so much happier.

As you will probably know, I love my ass being fucked and fondled and generally filled. As part of their Cunt Worship, Olivia’s ass is totally ignored. I could never do that. But Olivia is of the belief that most couples and relationships could benefit from some focussed Cunt Worship, even if people don’t totally embrace the lifestyle. Let’s face it: many people already adore and worship a cunt to some degree, and how many of those people are going to turn down the chance to have some focussed cunt time. It really is upping the emotion to apply the traits of sexual worship to cunt actions you already carry out, and my husband and I decided we’d try it out.

I do feel like my cunt is second to my ass (that is entirely my doing, as I love anal so much), so I like the idea of a little Cunt Worship. Olivia suggested we were well on the way, and they gave us some tips to try…….

Queen For Half An Hour (The Curtsy Chronicles – Part Three)

12 May 2019 /

We entered the bar and headed to the far right wall as suggested by Eva, and there they were – four queening chairs for us to try. My heart leapt with joy when she suggested them, and here they actually are, available for us to use.

I’ve loved the idea of queening chairs for some years. When I got together with my now husband, he was very disappointed that I didn’t really like my cunt being licked. It wasn’t about the actual licking though (I did rather enjoy that), it was much more about bodily and muscular comfort, and the fact that it always ended up being frustratingly cut short by aches and pains. We have tried various positions to improve how long he can lick me for, but the cutting short nearly always happens. Trying to find a solution to supporting us both during cunnilingus lead me to discover queening chairs.

We would have bought one years ago, but it was very clear that they needed to be fitted to our bodies and tested, especially as our issue is related to bodily support and pain, this fitting and testing seemed essential. There were two designs here for us to try, one where the ladies seat was at regular chair height, and one much nearer the ground. A cute brunette barmaid came over to explain them to us.

Starting with the one at regular chair height, I would sit on the chair, with my back and head supported at a reclined angle of my choice. There is a semi-circular notch cut out of the front of the seat, where his head pokes through, putting his face in close proximity to my cunt. Behind his head is a support, and his back is supported in a reclined state with his legs pocking out of the back of the chair at ground level. With the amazing amount of adjustment in the chair, we could get the position perfect for him licking away at my cunt, and with us both being fully supported, hopefully the licking can last a lot longer than at we can without the chair. The whole chair can rotate vertically though, so that my cunt can end up being pushed by gravity into his face, this being a more forceful face-sitting position. There are also straps to tie down his wrists “because we don’t want him focussing on wanking his cock, we want him totally focussed on licking your cunt”. If I were to sit the other way hugging the back rest, he would have access to my asshole instead.

The lower height queening chair has a large groove from front to back of the seat instead of the notch in the seat. This groove means that regardless of whether I was to recline or sit the other way and hug the back of the chair, he has access to both my asshole and my cunt. His head is nearly on the ground, and his body is therefore almost flat, again with wrist restraints as before. The barmaid suggested for that one, I should part my ass cheeks before sitting down, as it would much improve his access.

There were two examples of each chair, and I knew over the coming days, I would try both, but on this day, I decided to go for the first option, the higher chair and not using gravity to force my cunt down on him. The barmaid helped my husband to get in, then adjusted his seat to get his head in the right position, then I got on and she adjusted mine, before as a final point, moving my body towards my husband a notch, bringing my cunt right up to his face, and pinning his head against the back support.

She gave me a digital timer, and she suggested the usual protocol is to time how long he’s licking me for, and for him to grunt when he wants to stop but for me to then tell him when he can actually stop – usually after the next orgasm. She then bent down behind me and restrained his wrists, as I clicked go on the timer and my husband’s tongue started work.

It was totally dreamy. We were both fully relaxed and totally supported in a position that allowed him to lick my cunt without either of us having to put strain on our muscles. I noticed a few people come to sit at the tables close by to watch us, but my attention rarely strayed from my cunt, and soon I felt an orgasm start to build. I didn’t want this to end too soon, so I resisted the orgasm for as long as I could, but at 6:34 on the timer, he licked me over the edge, and I came with a massive shuddering orgasm. When I finally stopped vibrating, I felt his tongue flicking round my cunt, scooping up my juices and swallowing them, and then he started licking me again.

Normally after a licking orgasm, my cunt gets sensitive and he has to stop licking and move on to something else, but not today. This was a challenge to override my sensitivity and to hold my cunt in position for much more licking and another orgasm or two. I found myself focussing on my cunt and how that was the only physical connection between us at that moment, and I found myself feeling like at this time, the whole energy of our relationship flowed through my cunt and into his mouth. These feelings were overwhelming, but addictively good.

My second orgasm was at 11:04. I didn’t fight that one, I just let it come. I was so in the zone, in the moment, that I let my body do what it wanted. There is a really interesting juxtaposition in him being restrained both by my body and wrist restraints, and yet he was the one in total control of my body, through my cunt. I orgasmed again at 20:21 and was starting to build to orgasm number 4 when, at 26:56, he moaned (his signal that he was nearing the end). I told him that he was doing a wonderful job, and that I was so near another orgasm that I needed him to carry on. He hadn’t broken rhythm and carried on with renewed speed. I decided I was going to resist the orgasm until he got to 30 minutes, and he got me so near. I had to hold on to it for my life, but as soon as the clock flicked over 30:00 and then 30:01, I let go and let the orgasm flood over me.

After I had finished twitching, he again scooped up my juices with his tongue and swallowed, then he stopped and waited for me to move. I opened my eyes to see the audience applauding (I had totally forgotten that they existed) and one of the couples came over to help to get us out of the queening chair. I remembered I had to curtsy and was appreciative of the applause. My poor husband’s tongue had already started to ache, but I was proud of him for getting to 30 minutes and I was totally satisfied and exhausted, so I suggested we get some sleep after watching Eva fuck. What a fabulous place, and what a fabulous day, and we had ten more here before we had to leave.

Anal With An Audience (The Curtsy Chronicles – Part Two)

28 April 2019 /

As we got back to the patio, the staff were setting a fire in the fire pit. It would probably go sharply chilly in the evening this early in the year, so a late night fuck in the flickering glow and warmth of a natural fire would be enchanting. People were starting to arrange the furniture around the fire to take advantage of it, but we went inside to find the rest of the guests.

We only got as far as the reception, as there was a man bent over the arm of one of the large couches in reception, with another man driving his cock into the first’s eager ass. Hmm, anal would be dreamy right now, perhaps my cunt would have to wait. I left my husband watching and no doubt fantasising about having a real cock filling his asshole, and I nipped off to our locker (which everyone has downstairs as no one has any pockets!) to get our lube and applicators. I wanted to be next one over the arm.

I got back quickly and was able to watch the joy of a cock driving into an asshole and a dangling but reasonably hard cock waggling in time with the drives. My husband wasn’t the only one fantasising – I really wanted to see his semi-erect cock wobbling as a rock hard real cock drives into his asshole (I’ve seen it enough with a silicone cock, and I internally vowed to redouble my efforts to find a friendly cock to fuck him).

The guy on top clearly came, and after a lingering moment cuddling up, he climbed off and the guy on the bottom got up and bowed (the all-male equivalent of the curtsy I assume) for the crowd who were applauding the show.

I stepped forward and bent over the arm of the couch, which was still warm from the previous occupant. My husband used his foot to move my feet apart to lower my ass and to put my cunt on display for the gathered crowd. I then settled my head down onto the couch seat and got myself comfortable, whilst my husband filled the lube applicators with lube.

He knew what he was doing putting my cunt on display like that. I love being displayed, and the fact that the crowd grew, and they were mostly looking directly into my displayed cunt was such a turn on and made it slick. But my poor cunt wasn’t going to get serviced, my asshole was, and my husband gave me the filled applicators to pass back to him when I needed them. Then he started to pour the lube into my ass crack and start to work it into my asshole. This is a well-rehearsed practice, but instead of being behind me so that he can enjoy the view, he was to my left, leaving the view of my asshole and my quivering cunt for the audience.

He is always very deliberate in his lubing operation, but here, he seemed to be taking an unusually long amount of time. I think he was enjoying my cunt being so obviously displayed to the crowd too. Even the receptionist came over for a view.

When he had inserted sufficient lube in my asshole, he began teasing my asshole with his finger, first the end, then more and more, then two fingers, and then he mounted up above me, kneeling on the arm of the couch. As he lined up the end of his cock with my asshole, he nudged it in a few times, waiting for that all important point when I suck the end of his cock in. He took an applicator off me, and inserted it into my asshole and draining it, then he recommenced nudging with his cock, gently pushing his cock head at my pucker. And then it happened, my eager asshole sucked in his head. He began rocking slowly backwards and forwards, gently nudging further and further in and his cock got harder as it rubbed against the tight ring of my asshole. As is often the case, I had to get him to stop, as he was growing quicker than my ass was getting used to him, so I needed to wait for my ass to get accustomed to his size. He took the opportunity to insert more lube alongside his cock. Once I was ready, he began rocking up and down into my ass, and I realised his legs were now outside of mine and that the crowd had a very clear view of my impaled asshole and my cunt. No wonder the crowd was growing, and it wasn’t the only thing!

I don’t always cum from anal, but I was so excited about being displayed in this way that I did cum this time. My orgasm was so powerful that I shrieked the house down, but my asshole was far from done. I knew he would cum, and how he kept growing made me realise that this wasn’t too far away.

He whispered in my ear what a slut I was, and what a greedy asshole I have, and I breathlessly and huskily retorted that he’s an anal queen too, and his asshole takes bigger invasions than mine. That was the dirty talk that did it. I felt that tell-tale final swelling that stretched my asshole enough to make me moan again before I felt him pulse cum into my asshole. That was a big one for him, as sometimes he can carry on again, but not today, I left him shrink out of my very quickly, and when he popped out, I felt him get off and I stood up and curtsied. I was surprised at the size of the applauding crowd, and their faces showed they had a good time watching us.

As the crowd started drifting away, I slumped back onto the couch to recover, my asshole still feeling empty having been so full, as my husband went off to thoroughly clean his cock. That was some fuck. The receptionist, who had gone back to reception came back over again and sat with me. She said that was one of the best fucks she’d seen in some time (and she’d seen a lot).

It was the receptionist that checked us in (her collar revealed that she was called Eva), and she said she was really pleased to see that we had joined in so quickly. It does help that I love showing my cunt and asshole off, so this place is perfect for me. Often, people are shy when they arrive (as the bravado when they book wears off). We had no such problem.

I told Eva that I still had a cunt in need of servicing, but his cock was recovering and would be some time. Then she made a suggestion, which was music to my ears. She also said she’d be in the bar in just over an hour with her boyfriend (who also works there), and she would be getting fucked herself, if we wanted to watch. Why wouldn’t we?  – she was a gorgeous mid-30s woman with dark bobbed hair, a pretty face, long legs, and a hairless cunt, and I would love to watch her being fucked.

My husband arrived back, and I got up, telling Eva we’d see her fuck later, and I told my husband that he was about to service my cunt without using his tired cock and took him towards the bar.

Cake And Cunnilingus Day – April 14th

14 April 2019 /

Ever since I first heard about this day a couple of months ago, I’ve been really looking forward to it. After all, I love cake and I love having my cunt licked. To combine the two sounds divine, all on the same decadent day.

Cake and Cunnilingus Day is a response to the male-centric Steak and a BJ Day (March 14th). My husband and I have observed that in recent years (even though I don’t like steak and I can think of much better things to do with his cock than a blow job, but Steak and a BJ Day is not about me, it is about my husband and his pleasure).

Steak and a BJ Day is in itself a response to Valentine’s Day (February 14th), and all the corporate bullshit and sales opportunities that surround it. We’ve never observed Valentine’s Day, but I decided it would be nice to observe Steak and a BJ Day, as he’s a wonderful man who deserves all the pleasures I can throw at him.

He did express a desire for an equivalent for me, and we were both pleasantly surprised by the existence of Cake and Cunnilingus Day. I know his tongue is up for the challenge, as in our version of Cake and Cunnilingus Day. there is lots of cake, and lots of cunt licking.

On the day before, I made three cakes, a Country Farmhouse cake with sultanas and crunchy sugar on the top, a gooey Chocolate cake with chocolate ganache on the top and cherry jam in the middle, and a traditional Victoria Sponge. That’s a lot of cake to get through (and I decided to be kind and let my husband have some too!)

In our version of Cake and Cunnilingus Day, each time I eat cake, he needs to eat out my cunt. He’s not allowed to stop before I finish my cake, but he can go on afterwards if he wants. I’m not allowed to stop him licking me out once he starts, so he can make me cum if he wants, and he can continue to lick my cunt regardless of how sensitive it becomes (which is sometimes does with a lot of licking). (Remember, this is about me and my pleasure, in the same way that Steak and a BJ Day is about him).

I didn’t get far beyond midnight when I asked him to bring the chocolate cake. He placed a slice on a plate in front of me, then parted my legs and buried his face in between them. As I picked up the cake, he started licking, and had a nice rhythmic stroke up and down my lips with his tongue, occasionally burrowing deeper. I felt my cunt start to tingle in a way that meant I was about to cum, so I slowed down the cake eating. Now realising that I was about to cum, his tongue flick speeded up, and as I came, he buried his tongue deep into my cunt and sucked away at my juices. He saw I had finished off the cake, so he left my cunt and moved up to kiss me. He knows I love the taste of my cunt on his face, so I licked all my juices off his face, before kissing him passionately.

I drifted off to sleep thinking about how much he’d lick my cunt, how many orgasms I’d have, how much cake I’d have, and what a fabulous day this would end up being.

I awoke to him gently licking at my cunt. It is a lovely way to wake up. I looked down at him and smiled as he meticulously explored my lips with his tongue. I looked left to my bedside table, and there was a slice of the farmhouse cake, which I picked up and took a bite. I was in no mood to cut short the licking, as it felt really good. It was about 15 minutes before I finished the cake and he finished licking me. He then lay next to me and I snuggled in his armpit. I was feeling quite soppy and very loved.

My next cunnilingus was about an hour later. I needed a piss, so I had him lying on the floor, I crouched over him with his tongue flicking over my pisshole, and I drained my bladder into his mouth (as we often do, he swallows of course), then he carried on flicking his tongue over my lips and clit, whilst I had a slice of the Victoria sponge. In this position, it feels like he can get his tongue deep inside my cunt, and soon, I began to realise he was going to make me to cum again. I finished the cake just before he did and he got me to the edge of cumming, then held me there, only flicking his tongue across my cunt occasionally, having it buried deep but stationary the rest of the time. He held me on the verge for about 10 minutes before finally allowing me to cum. At least I didn’t have to beg this time!

A further hour on, and I was again squatting over him, this time the other way round, so his eyes were by my ass rather than my cunt, and he was again licking me out. I almost forgot the cake I was so zoned in on the licking, but he reminded me, and I had another slice of the Farmhouse cake.

My next cunt licking was at lunch. We had a light lunch, and for dessert, I slid forward on the chair, so my ass was precariously perched on the edge of the seat. He was under the table on his knees and licking at my cunt, whilst I had some Chocolate cake.

After lunch, he had me dress in a skirt and blouse, and we went for a walk in a secluded spot we know. We usually fuck when we are here, but today, he handed me a piece of Victoria sponge, he leant me backwards against a tree, flicked the front of my skirt up past my waist and he started licking me right there. Being outside and possibly being caught always adds to the arousal, and it was very clear that he was going to make me cum again, due to his unrelenting focus on my clit, with only occasional flicks across the rest of my lips. I take occasional bites of the cake, as I know when he does this, he builds me up for a massive orgasm, and that takes time. As he finally allowed me to cum, he held on to my ass, as he quite rightly guessed that my legs would give way and he’d have to hold me up. I think I yelled to as I came, but I could quickly flick down my skirt as we innocently went back to the car.

His tongue had a couple of hours break after that. It was pretty tired, but I didn’t want to wear it out. Our next cunnilingus was at dinner, like before with him under the table. After another hour, I was on the sofa, and he arrived with my mains-powered wand. He plugged it in, and he told me to get my cunt nice and tasty, and he settled down to watch me make myself cum with my wand. Today was a good day, as I was so aroused, I managed to get a rolling orgasm with it. I know that type of orgasm means my cunt and legs are very messy, and soon after I finished, he handed me more cake, and started licking me out. My poor clit was very sensitive, so his licking had me on the edge between pleasure and pain, but he persisted, and despite us having to slightly shift positions regularly, he licked me out for over an hour.

In no time at all, it was about 10:30, and time for my final cake and cunnilingus of the day. He again gave me the wand, and despite my poor sensitive clit, he told me to make my cunt yummy again. I’ve never managed two rolling orgasm events in one day before, but I did that day, what with his relentless focus on my abused clit, my general level of arousal, and my need for a final piece of that chocolate cake. When my rolling orgasm naturally died down, he took his place between my legs and started with a very gently licking, slowly getting firmer, faster and more probing with his tongue. He was certainly cleaning every drop of my juice from my cunt and was making me generate more to replace it. I reached the point where I’d normally tell him I’d had enough, but not today. I had more cake as he powered through my sensitivity and brought me to one last big orgasm, which he cleaned up with his tongue. Finally, his tongue had enough, and he left contact with my cunt. I sat there with my quivering cunt still on display, as he slumped in a chair and watched me.

We were both exhausted, I’d eaten far too much cake, and his tongue was barely able to function. What a brilliant day. We decided to book next April 14th off work, as we wouldn’t want to waste part of the day not being together. We are definitely doing a full-on cunt and cunnilingus day again next year!

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