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Paying His Debt (Part Two)

19 August 2026 / KinkyMira / 8 Comments

Stacey’s cunt had no respite. My husband was gently rubbing it, masturbating her as they talked, as Stacey recovered from the hard fucking. He made her cum even doing that, a gentle loving warming orgasm, not hard like he made her have earlier. That and the gentle cuddles made her feel warm, safe and wanted.

After a while, his cock showed signs of life, and Stacey dropped to her knees between his legs and took his cock in her mouth. She was clearly an experienced cock sucker, largely taught by her father’s friends, those friends she had teased by always wearing revealing clothing when they were there, those friends who asked her mother if Stacey was hinting at them to fuck her, those friends that fucked her mother as much as her.

And Stacey always swallowed. Her mother taught her that. Her best friend’s mother taught her that too. Stacey loved a man’s cum inside her, and if not in her cunt, then down her throat.

But today, she wasn’t drinking my husband’s cum. Her cunt needed it more, and as soon as he was hard, she released his cock from her mouth, and just gently kissing his glans, she asked him what their next fuck would be.

And as my husband was already sitting on the sofa, he chose Reverse Cowgirl. Their secret fuck the night before was a gentle beach version, but he wanted the maximum energy tits and ass bouncing Stacey in full flow version. She knelt on the sofa over his body and he spread her cunt lips wide as she lowered herself onto his lap. His cock slid straight in, and Stacey started bouncing and grinding, using all her muscles to get his cock going in and out of her cunt, making her tits bounce as she did it, her arms raised above her head to maximise the tit bounce and to let him see the bounce tantalisingly come into her view round her body. At times, he put his hands round her or under her arms and grabbed a tit in each hand, using her tits to drive pace and keep rhythm. Her tits ached. A good ache. And she wasn’t about to tell him to stop. She came four times, and each time, she lost rhythm when she did, and her tits became the handles to get her back on rhythm.

She was grateful when he finally came, as she was exhausted from all the Reverse Cowgirl, all the muscle work, but his orgasm was strong, his cum deep and plentiful, and her cunt messy and feeling amazing.

As she snuggled him again, he reached to her tits and one by one took her nipples in his mouth, sucking them whilst once again resuming the gentle masturbation her cunt had received between her previous fucks. He sucked on her nipples for ages, swapping between them so she could feel the cold wetness in the moving air. On the odd occasion he did leave her cunt alone, she felt that same cold wetness there.

This switching between hard fucking and gentle care was creating the most wonderful feeling, a fabulous sensation, something she loved. The relentlessness of his masturbation was keeping her sexually poised for his next act, for which he wanted her in the bedroom, my bedroom. She gasped on the way in as she saw the display cases on the walls of his office, display cases filled with his sexual partner’s worn, unwashed, signed panties, and realising hers were already in a case, she agreed to sign hers too, the fuck had been so great, she willingly offered, she owed his cock that much.

But once in our bedroom, he took control again, laying her half on the bed, her ass on the edge, her feet on the floor, her arms above her head again allowing her perfectly hairless armpits to be enjoyed and her perfect tits to slide sideways. She never thought sideways flopped tits were attractive or sexy, but he clearly did, and after leaning over her to suck on the nipples a bit more, he dropped to his knees, her cunt millimetres from his tongue, and he proceeded to give her a long, controlled, devastating cunt licking, devastating because he was teasing her, edging her, holding her right on the verge of cumming for so so long, so that when she did, the orgasm was hard, her eyes moist from the prolonged edging, his face splattered with her juices, glistening from her sticky cum. And he did that over and over, until his tongue could do no more.

But he wasn’t done with her cunt. He crawled onto the bed and waved his cock in her face, her inhaling it and sucking it again to get him really hard. Once he was ready again, hard again, he got off the bed, picked her legs up off the floor and held them up on his chest, her ankles acting like his ear defenders. Holding her legs in place with one hand, he pushed his cock into her incredibly slippery cunt and then drove in. He adjusted his hands to the front of her thighs to pull her in even closer to him, and he began slamming hard, looking deep into her eyes with every stroke. She yelped over and over, as he was so deep, deeper than she could ever remember anybody being. He was hitting deep in her cunt, she could only assume it was her cervix being slammed into, and it was a heady mix of painful and highly pleasurable. She loved it.

And every so often, he adjusted position to rub inside her somewhere else, but he always returned to the deep cervix hitting position. He could see the effect it was having on her, how flush her cheeks were, how her mascara was smudging, how breathless she was, how much noise she was making with every thrust, how the pleasure had gone from her face and she was on wide-eyed gritty determination, occasionally a smile crept onto her face before her mouth open to emit more noise.

He’d been doing that for a long time, her mascara had moved from smudging to running, when he withdrew, pushed her legs forward towards her tits with one hand (which had the effect of raising her ass off the edge of the bed), and then, with as much force as he could muster, he smacked each of her ass cheeks alternately, six times each. There wasn’t a glint of surprise on her face, she’d clearly been spanked before in the midst of a good fucking. She gritted her teeth, grunted, and took each strike like a pro, smiling a little after each strike and before the next, her mascara running more before the dozen strikes finished.

With her body in that position, her ass raised and asshole tempting him, he would absolutely have fucked her ass, but the reason she was here was because she didn’t want anyone to fuck her asshole, so once he was done spanking her, in one sleek movement, he pulled her legs back down, pulled her thighs in position, re-impaled her cunt and started nudging her cervix again. She smiled at him and mouthed “Harder”. This girl could really take a fucking.

He didn’t accelerate, instead telling her that if she ever decided to try anal, he wanted her anal cherry, he wanted to be the first cock she felt inside her asshole. She checked that if she agreed, he’d fuck her harder, as she had demanded, and yes, he would, so she happily agreed, primarily because this whole thing was about her not having anal, and she had no intention of having anal ever. With a smile, his slams got harder, more forceful, his strokes more exaggerated, and eventually, during another of her orgasms, her cunt clamping on his cock finally got the better of him, and he slammed right in and stopped, his cock the deepest it could be, his cum firing directly against her cervix as his cum spurted out.

They were both exhausted, and her legs felt shaky and weak, so he lay on the bed, she snuggled in his left armpit, his left hand resting on her ass, his right hand back to gently masturbating her poor overused cunt. And with his fingers never leaving her cunt, she felt so relaxed, so wanted, so happy. Over time her legs recovered, and when he realised she could probably stand, he pulled her up off the bed and they cuddled standing up, a long cuddle with her naked tits squashed against his chest and his hands each resting one of her ass cheeks. And that cuddle turned into a long, deep, tongues kiss. On and on it went, them occasionally breaking to look at each other, before their tongues jousted again. Eventually, she saw the time, and asked if the debt was paid. He said it was, and she said how wonderful all those fucks were and how fabulous she felt, but as much as she wanted to stay being fucked by him forever, she had somewhere else to be.

She was back downstairs still naked and looking at her phone when I got there. She looked radiant, with flush pink cheeks and ass cheeks to match, a light pinkness to her tits from being manhandled, her nipples glistening in the light, a messy cunt, tussled hair, and mascara streaked all over her face. She smiled broadly and said how lucky I was to be married to such a great fuck, and she begged me to let her boyfriend use my asshole again. I told her I absolutely would, but that she didn’t have to wait for that, that I was happy for her to fuck my husband whenever she wanted, as I knew my husband would be only too pleased to fuck her again and again. She smiled, saying that wouldn’t be tomorrow, and showed me her phone. It was a message from her boyfriend. “You’ll have to fuck Rose’s husband tomorrow.”

She looked coy, innocently biting her lip, and said she’d have to pay off every single one of her boyfriend’s debts, she’s a good girlfriend, and he needed her to help. Then she lent in and kissed me, that lovers’ snog like her and Ella had, like her and my husband just had. I pulled my dress down so that our naked tits squashed as we kissed, and after we finished, in her wrecked state, she just threw on her dress and left. She wanted the world to see how hard she had been fucked, she wanted her boyfriend to see how hard she had been fucked. She didn’t care who saw that this man had ruined her. She was on cloud nine, and she’d have to fuck another mature man tomorrow. She could take it. Her cunt could take it. She hoped she’d be ruined again.

Paying His Debt (Part One)

8 August 2026 / KinkyMira / 9 Comments

It hadn’t taken long for Stacey to be naked, bent over the kitchen worktop and for her cunt to be penetrated from behind by my husband’s hardening meaty cock. As his nudges turned into pushes which turned into slams, his cock continued to hardened and lengthen, and he was rubbing inside her cunt perfectly. He knew what he was doing.

It was only a few minutes before that Stacey walked through the village wearing just a summery dress, white with yellow flowers, and bright yellow shoes. She just had a little cheap mascara on, no bra, so her 32H tits were hanging free, caged only by the thin fabric of the dress, but youth kept them in an appealing shape and her pronounced nipples were very visible. No panties as well, so the breeze was gently caressing her lips and ass as she walked, and risking blowing her dress up and showing the village her naked cunt and ass. She loved airing her cunt, and she loved the danger of a unpredictable breeze, and our discussion last night about being pantyless 24/7 had certainly set some thoughts going in her head.

But she was walking across the village to pay the debt her boyfriend owed for me allowing him to fuck my asshole the previous night. She was walking across the village to get herself fucked. That makes it sound like she was under duress, that she didn’t want to be fucked. She did. She absolutely did, and all this had all fallen beautifully for her.

She was oohing and aahing as his perfect rhythm had her cunt’s full attention, his cock already filling her cunt, which was already building an orgasm, already craving that flooding release. She had guessed that as soon as she got to my house, my husband would quickly relieve her of both her bra and panties. He already had her teeny tiny red thong from their first fuck, and she guessed she wasn’t going to get that back, so she didn’t want to give him any more underwear. Her cunt yes, her bra and panties no. Added to that, she always gets extra horny when she’s out and about not wearing underwear, not that she needed to be more horny.

She was well up for this fuck, her second fuck with my husband, her second fuck after the beach-style one under her dress with her boyfriend in the room in the pub the night before. She loved her boyfriend, she really did, but ever since she started fucking, she had a thing about more mature cock, about men who knew how to pleasure a woman properly whilst fucking them hard. In her experience, mature men knew how to fuck her perfectly deep and long, to make her legs not able to hold her own weight, how to properly ruin a girl, and whenever she fucked, she wanted to be completely and utterly ruined, and nothing says ruined like streaked mascara.

And being only 18, she was so keen to get more fuck experiences with more mature men, to get ruined by more mature men. I’m not sure my husband will like the “mature” label, but he is, literally, old enough to be her father, but he likes nubile young flesh and she likes mature cock, so it was a perfect match. Just the fact she was going to get fucked by someone a fair bit older had her dripping at the thought, that beach-style fuck the previous day was heaven, so she couldn’t wait for what he would do to her when he was unleashed and uninhibited. So as well as wanting to pay her boyfriend’s debt off, as well as wanting to be well fucked by this mature man, she wanted to be perfectly slutty for him. And ruined by him, always that.

And in moments, she was naked, in minutes he’d groped her tits and then bent her over the worktop in a matter of fact way, and pushed his cock in. Before he left the pub the previous night, he whispered to her that he owned her cunt until she had totally repaid the debt, and in those few moments, he proved it, he just filled the cunt that he temporarily owned. He just moved her as he wanted and penetrated her as he wanted. No niceties, he just did what he liked. And she loved it.

She had let herself in to our house, as instructed, and she found my husband in the kitchen, preparing vegetables for dinner. They smiled at each other, leant in for a kiss that very quickly turned into a frenzied full face tongues snog, and when that broke, he removed her dress, lifting the bottom hem and taking the whole thing off over her head. Discarding it onto the floor, he took in every drop of her naked body, her twirling to show him her ass before completing the circle and facing him again, tits heaving as she breathed. He reached forwards and took a 32H tit in each hand, caressing it and using his thumbs to trace her nipples. He told her she looked beautiful and after a while, put one hand to her ass to hold her in place and the other to her cunt, to see how ready to fuck she was. She was almost dripping. If she had rubbed her cunt on some fabric, she would have left a trail.

It was that almost dripping that made him just plough his cock right into her cunt, confident it would just slip in on her stickiness. It did, her cunt happily accepting his hardening cock without any warm up, her horniness was enough.

Before he did that though, without washing his hands, he carried on with his vegetables, and asked her about her history of being fucked, about how she lost her virginity, about how she took the deal for paying for her husband’s ass fucks with her cunt so easily.

She snuggled up behind him as she answered, with one hand round his waist and the other to his cock, gently rubbing it through his shorts. She told him lost her virginity to one of her father’s friends. She’d been repeatedly fucked by most of her father’s friends over a few months, and he didn’t know. Her mother did, which is why she took Stacey to have a Mirena coil fitted, and her consenting was important because the men needed it to legally fuck her. Her mother called it “being practical”. Stacey just happily rode cock after cock, drained the cum from cock after cock, had them spurting into her cunt over and over. It’s where her love of sex with older men started. Like mother like daughter, Stacey found out her mother was also fucked by the same group of friends, and had been repeatedly for years and years. She still is. She loves it as much as her daughter. Her father doesn’t know that either.

Stacey still fucks them all at times, I mean a girl has needs, but she does love her boyfriend, which is why this payment fucking is ideal, because she has to be fucked because he fucks someone else. A perfect arrangement for her.

A perfect arrangement that meant right now, her cunt was repeatedly filled by a more experienced cock, a chubby, hard, long cock, a challenging cock.

My husband was her tenth all time cock, and the other nine all repeatedly fuck her. It almost sounded like she was pleading, and my husband just smiled and asked if she was begging to repeatedly be his slut? She had a big smile, wide eyes, and over-excitedly announced yes, yes! He told her if she was a good fuck, if she lived up to being called a slut, if he enjoyed fucking her, then he would committed to repeatedly fucking her, and of course, her having to pay for her boyfriend’s ass fucks was just a big glorious excuse to get herself fucked by some mature, sexually well versed and experienced people.

My husband’s cock grew with her tender rubs, and she stopped long enough to drop his shorts to the kitchen floor, before recommencing rubbing directly on his cock. Once he was very hard, he manoeuvred her round to be bent over the kitchen worktop, he moved her feet apart with his feet, and he lined his glans up with her dripping cunt, and just pushed it between her lips and fully into her cunt with tender strokes, eventually driving in as far in as he could and driving her body up off the worktop.

His hand pushed her back down and held her in place as he started fucking, slam after slam, split by only leaving his glans in her cunt. Each stroke was rubbing inside her cunt, the ease with which he controlled and tormented her cunt was shocking to her, her focus totally on what his cock was doing to her poor innocent cunt. It was raw and quite emotional, and quite simply a damned hard good fuck. She felt an orgasm quickly arriving, as she was so hyped up and horny.

She almost came on the spot from him telling her she had several hours of fucking to go before her debt was paid, so she’d better start cumming like the slut she is, like the Good Girl she is. He dragged an orgasm out of her quite quickly, and then ignored her quivering and shaking, and carrying on fucking her whilst she came, whilst she was at the emotional peak, whilst she craved comfort, but all she had was more hard unrelenting fucking.

And pinned down to the kitchen worktop, he just made her cum to his will, his cock hard, enormous but showing no sign of cumming, whilst it rubbed inside her cunt, tormenting the inner parts of her clit, using that rubbing to extract more and more cum out of her.

Her squeezes were in vain, his cock not giving in so easily. In the end, well after her strength ebbed away, well after her ability to hold back an orgasm had long left her, well after she’d given up trying to force him to cum, his cock twitched, and then spewed load after load of his cum deep inter her well fucked cunt. When he was done, he hauled her body off the worktop and grabbed a tit in each hand, groping, squeezing and twisting them from behind like he owned them. They ended up quite tender, quite sensitive and well gripped. Only when he let them go did he pin her back down and feed his cum from her cunt into her eager mouth, one finger full at a time, her mouth tasting the rewards of her hard, deep fuck.

And once her cunt was cleared, they snuggled on the sofa and talked, him lightly masturbating her cunt the entire time, not vigorous, but gentle, and harsh enough to feel its effects, in juxtaposition to getting the comfort she craved. Boy, he was good, and she knew there was much more to cum.

An Eighteenth Birthday Present

27 July 2026 / KinkyMira / 8 Comments

It was a Friday night. Last orders had been called and Carla had ushered most of the clientele out of the pub. All that was left were a few of us free-use wives and husbands, Ella, her friend Stacey and Stacey’s boyfriend. It was his eighteenth birthday.

I was ready to go and have a hard session on Carla’s fucking machine. She’d been sexting me all day, telling me how nasty her fucking machine was going to be to me, to my asshole and cunt, how there was nothing loving about what this brute was going to put me through and how I had no choice to take every millimetre and every second of it. I was so hyped up, I was so ready.

But I had to wait for Carla, who was tidying up, and with the doors of the pub locked, the discussion between those of us remaining got filthy really quickly, resulting in Stacey telling of her boyfriend’s ample, hard cock, how her made her cum every single time, and how what he really wanted for his eighteenth birthday was anal, and she didn’t want to do that.

We tried to let her know what she was missing, we really did, but she wasn’t budging. I glanced at my husband, my husband at me, Anna at me and then, casually as if offering to make a quiche for a charity sale, Anna said what if one of us offered our asshole for him to fuck, as a birthday present. He looked shocked, Stacey looked surprised, and then, the surprise faded, a twinkle appeared in her eye, and with a loving touch to her boyfriend, looking at him deeply in the eyes, she said she’d be happy with that, and as she looked round the room, she stated, simply, matter of factly, that if he got an appetite for it, we’d have to let him service our assholes, as she’s not losing a great boyfriend because he got anal wanderlust.

We women were likely about to agree, but Rose’s husband spoke up, suggesting that, in the spirit of fairness, for each time Stacey’s boyfriend fucked one of us women’s assholes, her husband should get to fuck Stacey’s cunt. Call it payment for renting our his wife’s asshole, instead of letting her boyfriend fuck her own.

Stacey seemed happy with the plan, her boyfriend not so much. So, Stacey offered him a simple choice. Accept the deal, he gets assholes and other men get her cunt, or stop on about anal forever. Rose produced a bottle of lube and placed it on the table, ramping up pressure on him. He asked if Carla was included. Carla said yes, and offered the assistant barman to get the reward of fucking Stacey. The barman liked that idea.

Stacey’s boyfriend looked around, seemingly trying to find someone to say it was a bad idea, someone to say she was his girlfriend and his was the only cock that should fill her cunt. There was no one. It was the wrong crowd for that conversation. It felt to him like he was giving his girlfriend’s cunt away, almost too cheaply, and what was worse is that she seemed to think it was a good idea. Faced with these realities, he picked up the lube, and asked who would be first. I only heard four voices, and almost in unison, they said “Mira.” I’d been volunteered. Not that I minded. My asshole was his to use. Stacey suggested she’d fuck my husband the following day. He happily agreed.

As Carla pulled the pub curtains closed, I was helpfully arranged on one of the pub sofas, my skirt flipped up, my feet moved apart so my asshole was cock height, my ass exposed, my cunt just visible between my legs. Tanya took the lube and started lubing my asshole, Ella lubing Stacey’s boyfriend’s cock, which got instantly hard, not just because he was about to unexpectedly sodomise some poor woman, but that his girlfriend’s best friend was wanking his cock with lube, getting it ready for what was coming. Ella wanking him was a fantasy itself.

My husband moved his chair to get a better viewing angle for my ass fuck, and Stacey went and stood in front of his new position, facing away from him. She put her hands up under a dress, and only giving him a tiny flash of ass cheek, she slipped her teeny tiny fire red thong panties to the floor and stepped out of them. She crouched down to pick them up, turned and stuff them in his top pocket, then sat on his lap, making sure she wasn’t sitting on any part of her dress, making sure her naked ass was resting on his trousered lap. She felt his cock react, just as she hoped it would.

When both Stacey’s boyfriend’s cock and my asshole were well lubed, Anna took over, lining his cock up and gently, soothingly, talking him through penetrating my asshole, his first ever ass fuck. She kept him aligned as he nudged against my well-lubed pucker, his glans pushing in fairly easily. Anna stopped him from driving straight in, telling him to stop and let my asshole relax to accommodate his size, and he was getting bigger, the enormity of what he was doing was getting to his cock.

Once I was ready (she knew how to read me), she had him pull most of the way out, added more lube to his cock and told him to push in with constant pressure, only stopping when his balls touched my ass cheeks.

Stacey meanwhile had reached under her skirt, unzipped my husband’s fly, pulled out his cock and under cover of her dress, she was rubbing his glans against her cunt lips. He was growing like mad, and Stacey very soon just pushed his glans in through her cunt lips, his cock growing into her cunt, and once she had let go, she pushed down to get his cock as far into her as they could, without him thrusting.

The cock in my asshole was still getting harder, and was enormous, and Anna told him to start fucking, slowly at first, full length strokes, getting harder and faster over time, occasionally briefly stopping for a re-lube. As he got up to speed with my ass fuck, I looked over my shoulder, primarily to see him driving in, but past him, I saw Stacey, I saw her slow movements. I knew where my husband’s cock was. I’d done exactly the same movements on a beach when I was trying to get fucked without anyone realising. I also saw his hands grabbing at her clothed tits, briefly kneading them when he thought no one was looking. Stacey’s smile told me how much she was enjoying all this.

As Stacey’s boyfriend got properly up to speed and was slamming his balls into my ass cheeks hard and often, Ella reached under my body and pulled my tits out of my dress, his hard slamming movements making my tits snap backwards and forwards with every stroke, getting me more excited with every stroke.

He ploughed on hard, powered by the longevity of youth and the excitement of getting to fuck an asshole, but he ended up cumming pretty quickly. Disappointing, but it was his first time at anal and he was ridiculously excited and hard. The barman however very quickly volunteered to be next man in, realising I wasn’t done and needed more ass fucking. Tanya lubed him up, and Stacey’s boyfriend, with his rapidly softening cock still out, went back to kiss his girlfriend, who was still impaled on my husbands’ cock. Her boyfriend didn’t notice, such was how her dress was arranged and he settled in to watch my continued ass invasions.

Still impaled on my husband’s cock, and still making those tiny movements to keep his cock rock solid, Stacey and Ella stripped their tops off, their naked tits swinging and then crushing against each other as they kissed, not gentle pecks, but hard, tonguey snogs, lovers snogs. I could tell the barman was repeatedly glancing at them as his cock was getting even bigger in my asshole. I moaned, telling him he was so big, as I glanced back and saw my husband making the small movements now, as Stacey was preoccupied with snogging Ella. I knew my husband would want to play with those fantastic tits of Stacey’s, tits that were a glorious 32H, another fantastic swinging pair, just like my husband loves, but he knew Stacey’s boyfriend was watching occasionally now, so decided to wait until tomorrow, when she was officially all his. I noticed Stacey and Ella were watching us too, groping each other’s tits but not kissing now, all attention on the barman fucking my asshole hard.

I think Anna realised I was about to cum, as she knelt down beside me, and pushed three fingers into my naturally sloppy cunt, giving me something to clamp down on as I came. The barman didn’t slow down despite my moans and obvious cumming, and ploughed straight on as Anna withdrew her fingers now dripping with my juices, sucked on one herself, offered Stacey one to suck clean and offered the barman the last one.

As I came down from my orgasm, settling into a hard ass fuck again, I looked back to my husband clamping down on Stacey’s thighs with his hands and shuddering. He was cumming in her, her mouth opened as she felt him twitch and felt his cum spurting and collecting inside her, and as she closed it, she had the most massive dirty smile.

Once he was done, she lifted herself up just a touch whilst he put his cock away, and then she got up and went to snuggle with Ella, continuing their snogging, not like friends, but like lovers.

My husband came and crouched in front of me, his hand reaching round to roughly grab a tit, his other hand at the back of my head, and him gently kissing me as the barman drove into my asshole hard. I whispered in his ear “You came.” and he smiled and whispered back “So did she.” His light gentle affection at my face contrasted with his rough treatment of my tit and the hard pounding of my asshole.

It was a while of good hard sodomy before the barman came, and he came hard, spurting over and over, just as my husband had done in Stacey’s secret fuck. I was aware Tanya’s husband was being lubed up by Rose before becoming the next cock in my asshole, the final one before I left with Carla. Tanya’s husband managed to make me cum when he was so near, so my muscles squeezing was enough to finish him off too.

And then, Carla was done with closing up, so I left with her to get my fucking machine ordeal, my husband left with Anna, the other men left with their second wives, Stacey left with her boyfriend and Ella left with Rose’s husband, my second husband, as she volunteered to be the substitute fuck whilst I was being tormented by Carla.

That night, Stacey’s boyfriend came quickly, but he’d get better with practice, and it would give our men all the opportunities in the world to fuck Stacey. Starting with tomorrow. My husband would fuck her tomorrow, as she promised. Her boyfriend didn’t know he’d already fucked her, so agreed to the payment, and my husband, all the time he was fucking Anna that night, would be thinking about fucking Stacey and playing with her wondrous tits. Both Anna and I knew this, and didn’t care. To be frank, we both felt the same.

His Late Night Panties Girl (Part Three)

27 February 2026 / KinkyMira

Louise was bending over the university desk of my now husband, her arms folded on the desk, her tits swinging, his cock between her legs and buried deep in her cunt, fucking her with a perfect rhythm and a determination she admired.

She laid her head on her folded arms and settled in for the duration, her eyes looking at the mirror switching between her swinging tits and watching him drive into her, watching his muscles tense. He wasn’t quite rubbing where she needed, but she was pretty certain that was deliberate, that he was extending their fuck, as she knew if he got the position right, she would cum in seconds. But even without the rub, it felt soooo goood. Over and over, on and on, in perfect rhythm, he fucked her with power and style, her feeling his cock get even larger still filling her cunt and then making it feel cruelly empty, but only very briefly.

She felt a tiny bit of a throb, and felt him switch positions, only a few millimetres, but that was enough. He was hitting the spot. She knew it. She knew he was deliberately holding back. But she was ready. She wasn’t going to delay cumming any more. Those rubs were massive, they were perfect, they made her cunt start to clench in about 20 seconds, and as she clamped down on his cock as she started to cum, that clench made him spurt too. Over and over she came, and over and over he spurted, filling her cunt with him gooey cum, mixing with her flavourful cunt juices.

As his cock shrank out of her cunt, her tits were still oscillating a small amount, the result of the residual vibrations of their fucking.

He stood her up and they kissed, then she pushed him onto the bed and knelt with her legs either side of his head, but this time facing away from his feet, her cunt firmly locked over his mouth. As she looked down at him, with a big smile, she saw determination in his eyes, as his tongue started work clearing her cunt of their combined liquids, whilst all the time still looking at her tits. Those adoring looks and the previous manhandling made Louise love her tits.

Once she had enough of being licked out, she shuffled down his body and leant forwards, her arms locked straight holding up her body, her tits swinging almost touching his mouth. He didn’t need any asking, as she rocked slightly to her left, his hand brought her tit to his mouth, his tongue circling the nipple as his hand grasped and squeezed at the fleshy tit. After a few minutes, she rocked right, her nipple being cruelly ripped from his mouth, only to have another one hanging very near. His other hand repeated the torment of her tit as he sucked on her other nipple.

When her arms could take no more, she sat up and reached behind her body and felt for his cock, which was hardening nicely. Good, she wanted more cock, and since it had just cum, this time it would be a very long fuck. Exactly what she craved.

She got off the bed and knelt down next to it, her head leaning in to his cock, taking his hardening length in her mouth, her tongue tasting their juices, her head bobbing up and down, getting his cock just as hard as when he penetrated her those minutes ago.

When she took her mouth off his cock, he twisted on the bed and beckoned her to lay on it. After she did, he put his hand in between her legs and nudged it under her ass, lifting her lower half by her ass to position her exactly where he wanted. Then, he moved up the bed, holding his weight off her body but nudging his cock against her very slick messy cunt. She used one hand to part her cunt lips and the other to manoeuvre his glans in between them.

Pausing for a moment, he looked at her face. Her smile had gone, replaced with a lusty look in her eyes and a determination, almost willing him on. He needed no more encouragement, he just slammed into her cunt with all the drive he could manage, her empty cunt being quickly filled by a hard girthy cock. Her body moved up as he slammed, and she grunted as his motion was stopped by her body. He pulled out and slammed in again, each time her body moved a tiny bit, but rocked back as he withdrew.

She saw his eyes switch down to her tits, which were moving on a slight delay from her body, snapping up as her body stopped moving upwards and down after it returned to normal.

After about three dozen of these slams, he stopped, adjusting his arms so they were by her side between her body and her arms. They kept her tits from flopping sideways, so that as he lowered himself towards her face so that he could kiss her, her tits squashed against his chest. After one quick peck, he began rhythmic thrusts again, not slams this time, but nevertheless, making her cunt feel very full and then very empty with his cock. The kisses got longer and more frenzied, as their bodies connected by kissing, tits on his chest and cock in her cunt, three points of contact that really emphasised their whole bodies during this fuck. And they were both comfortable, so could maintain this fuck for ages.

She could feel her orgasm starting to build, and the relentlessness of his rhythm and the frenzy of his kiss meant the orgasm caught her by surprise, coming from nowhere to a flood in seconds. He broke rhythm to resume the slams, each slam milking a bit more orgasm from her, and when her orgasm subsided, he recommenced fucking to the rhythm, kissing like it was their last kiss, tits held up rubbing against his chest.

She almost immediately felt another orgasm building, but her cunt was sensitive now, and she really needed to get him to cum at the same time. She began squeezing down on his cock as he drove in, an action that was only going to reduce the time it would take her to cum, in the hope it would do the same to him.

And it was working. With each squeeze, she felt his cock get bigger and harder, she heard his breaths get shorter and shorter. Her focus on him meant that she didn’t realise how close to cumming she was, and when it broke, she cried out, clamping down on his cock, making it squirt cum. With each wave of orgasm, she clamped and released his cock, milking more cum out of it each time. He squirted twice more after she finished, all whilst kissing her.

They maintained the three points of connection whilst his cock was shrinking, and then, exhausted, she moved over on the single bed, and he lay down, leaning on the wall to give her a tiny bit more room. He put his arm round her as she snuggled into his body, and they both soon drifted off into a deep sleep, her thinking about how many times she’d have him fuck her, and also just a tad worried all this fucking would get in the way of their revision. She wanted her first.

His Late Night Panties Girl (Part Two)

21 February 2026 / KinkyMira

Standing in front of my now husband, gently rubbing his cock, the cock Louise cleared of Kate’s cunt juices with her mouth only a few moments before, Louise’s tits were still on display, held up on the top edge of the bra and poking out of the top of her dress.

He was staring adoringly at her tits, at her nipples, which were getting harder by the moment. After a suitable time enjoying the display, he squatted slightly, grabbing the lower hem of her dress, and in one swift movement, he pulled her dress up and off over her head, revealing the bra, the tits being held up by it, unmatching panties and her stockings and suspenders. She lifted her arms above her head and posed for him, her immaculate hair free armpits in full view. He thought she looked radiant. She felt empowered, she felt amazing.

After admiring her for a few moments, he ordered her to strip. Playful, yet commanding.

She took her bra off and waggled her 30GG tits at him. He put his hands out and manhandled them for a good few minutes, in particular squeezing their full flesh and pulling at her already enlarged nipples. Just a little rough, he once again showed he owned them. She made those cooing noises again as he manhandled them. She liked it. Perhaps not strong enough, he decided to see if she really liked it.

She continued stripping, by slipping the white panties off and, because she wanted him breathing her smell, she scrunched the panties up again, pressing them against his nose (whilst having a hand behind his head). He was inhaling her fragrance, becoming intoxicated with the smell of her cunt. He was under her spell, under the spell of the intoxicating smell of her used panties. Once she’d had enough of that, she tossed those panties onto his floor with the others and pushed him back onto the bed.

She knelt either side of his head, facing down his body and pushed her cunt over his nose. He could smell how much she had been masturbating today, and he was really looking forward to tasting her cunt. But it was out of reach of his tongue, so all he could do was breathe in her smell. It was much more pungent than the white panties. She was really up for it. Ready to fuck. Slick with juices. And he was breathing them in.

With all her weight on his face, she reached forwards and took hold of his cock again, starting to masturbate it with a firm hand. Given he was already somewhat hard, she went fairly slowly, just moving enough to keep him hard and attentive, edging his cock whilst filling his nose with her smell. She was totally in control, and she had no plan for what happened next. She was so far out of her comfort zone.

He put his hands up and started working her out of sight tits again, pulling them, twisting her nipples, and then one hand went down to her clit, doing the same. All he could see was her back, he was working her by feel alone. Manhandling her tits made her coo. Manhandling her clit made her cunt moisten almost instantly. He held on to a tit to stop her moving away and furiously, viciously worked her clit, making her hips start to move quite quickly.

It wasn’t long before she came, caused by a particularly nasty twist of her clit, her pussy juice plastering his face. Finally leaving her clit alone, he took grasp of both tits again and squeezed and twisted them. Being rough with her tits felt so good to her. It disturbed her a bit that it did, and she didn’t know why.

Louise hadn’t really liked her tits until that point. Too big, too heavy, too hard to control. Now, that size, that heft was being controlled by him, twists, pulls and squeezes that were making her make noises she never had before, making her cunt moist with arousal.

He finally let go of her tits, putting his hands on her hips instead, and using them to move her body just a tiny amount down his face. Now, her cunt was within easy reach of his tongue, and he started feverishly licking at her outer folds, one hand on her ass holding her in position, one on her flaps holding her cunt open for his tongue examination.

As his tongue got deeper and deeper, it felt like his tongue was boring into her soul. She felt like a puppet, only instead of being on the end of a hand, she was on the end of his tongue. Her breathing got heavier and her cries louder as his licking intensified, all that only spurring him on to bore deeper into her cunt.

And when she was close, all it took was a few carefully chosen flicks of his tongue across her clit, and she came again, a shuddering, whole body shaking orgasm that left his face covered in her juices again. After cleaning her cunt up (and giving her body a chance to recover), she got up and saw his face absolutely painted in her cunt juices. She bent over him, tits hanging and wobbling, as she cleaned her juices off his face, sometimes kissing him and transferring the juices to his mouth with her tongue, and sometimes just swallowing them herself. Her mind went to doing that with Kate’s juices too, a lovely thought that almost immediately got her excited again.

Rubbing on his cock with her hands made her realise that now was the time, time for that cock to fill her cunt. She wanted to look at him really, but where he was on the bed was impractical for that. So, she turned round to face away from him, waggled her ass at him, and then lowered her cunt onto his cock. She felt his hands grab onto her hips and guide her down, her hand making sure his hard cock aligned with her dripping cunt. It felt so good to have his cock inside her again, and in this position, it was very deep.

She put her hands onto the bed either side of him and started using her arm and leg muscles to slide her cunt up and down his cock. He let go of her hips and pulled apart her ass cheeks, just watching her asshole as she fucked his cock.

All too soon, her pace started to slow, neither of them was anywhere near an orgasm. She was becoming more desperate trying to work out how to carry on, but it was taken out of her hands. As she slid up his cock, she felt his hands on her ass, providing gentle pressure to carry her cunt off his cock. Then, those same hands locked onto her hips and rotated her to face his desk. She got the idea, and bent over, folding her arms and resting them on the desk. She felt him nudge her legs apart and then felt his glans rub against the damp folds of her cunt.

He was still rock hard and drove straight in, filling her cunt and making her coo with pleasure. She glanced to her right and saw a mirror with her 30GG tits swinging in response to his drive, then starting to sway backwards and forwards in response to his rhythm. She could see him looking too, and she smiled, the view of her swinging tits probably being responsible for his enormously hard cock.

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