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The Waifs and Strays Club (Part Three)

It was starting to get light, and people were starting to rouse. I heard my husband from afar find out if everyone was awake (they were), and then he came over to me, rolled me over, putting a pillow under my waist, and then he began lubing my asshole, explaining to everyone how I have to have a hard sodomy session every single morning to make me submissive, subservient and to keep me happy for the rest of the day. It was a public exposure of my growing submissiveness that I wasn’t quite expecting, but I was at peace. Because it was the truth.

Ella went to put the kettle on as my husband prepared my asshole, with her only just returning as he pushed his cock against my ass pucker, my asshole eagerly sucking him in and with that, his hard strokes began, with his cock getting initially much harder, much girthier and much longer. I needed him to not make me cum. If I cum, I lose the sub head space that I want. So as always, this particular fuck was hard, unforgiving and all about him, and nobody was missing a second of it. And even though I had an audience, it did put me in the head space I wanted. This certainly wouldn’t be the last ass fuck I’d have today, but it was the most important.

And when he came and withdrew, he told them to leave me for a while, because I needed to not cum for a while. My slightly sore messy asshole was upwards, visible and needing some care. It didn’t get it, and I knew, I just knew, my next penetration from a hard cock would be one of the other men in my asshole again. I expected nothing less, no compassion, just building on and emphasising my previous fucks. Whilst my asshole really needed a break, my head didn’t want to give it one.

Carla and Ella made breakfast, whilst Anna sucked the taste of my asshole off my husband’s cock and the other men were having their cocks sucked too by Sara, alternating cocks whilst the other man pulled on her tits.

Paula was loading Nikki onto the fucking machine, pulling the leg straps tight, binding her wrists behind her back, impaling her cunt and asshole, the dildos still sticky from the night before. Ella crouched in front of Nikki and fed her a piece of toast, just as Paula turned the machine on. Three swallowed bites of toast was all she managed before the machine fuck took over, and Ella had to remove the toast and pop it on a plate. Carla stroked Nikki’s hair and groped at her tits, whilst Paula held Nikki in place, Carla encouraging her to fight her orgasms for as long as possible, to extend the machine fuck as long as possible. And Nikki would. For her, this party was about her reclaiming her public fucking mojo, was about her getting herself fucked as she had been denying herself for years, was about her recovering from her ex.

Nikki’s cries started quite quickly. Her mouth got very lude, her language a constant stream of filth, and all too soon, she came, hard. And after she came, Paula didn’t turn the machine off, she turned it up, made the vibrations and movements harder. She gave Nikki absolutely no rest, just ploughed on, Nikki calling her a fucking bitch and chastising her for carrying on, an action that was rewarded with get another increase in speed. Carla’s mauling of her tits got harder in sync with the fucking machine, and they got three more orgasms out of her before they took pity and turned the machine off.

I was just watching, left alone in my submissive state, knowing that I’d cum soon enough. In fact, I was fairly close to cumming just from the visuals of what was done to poor Nikki.

And the next visuals were from Sara, who, having got two cocks hard, proceeded to get a spit roast, her absolute favourite, the barman’s cock in her mouth, Laura’s ex in her cunt, and a bonus dildo buried in her ass. She loved showing everyone her spit roasted slut self, and she was so excited at being triply filled that she came over and over from it without the men getting near cumming. After a while of vigorous fucking, the men signalled to each other and pulled out, changing ends so that the barman’s hard cock coated with her saliva was pounded into her cunt, her cunt juice coating the hard cock of Laura’s ex in her mouth. The hard double ended fucking continued, Sara cumming a couple more times before the barman came as well. The barman had been holding her hips, holding her up whilst they fucked, but as soon as he came, he let go and she slumped on the floor, leaving Laura’s ex looking for somewhere to insert a very hard very excited cock to finish off.

He looked over and saw my ass, still propped up on a pillow, my cheeks slightly parted to reveal some of my husband’s cum round my ass pucker. I smiled, with almost pleading eyes, but heard my husband say to go for it, but I wasn’t ready to cum. I so was ready to cum, but I knew he was right, and I’d lose that submissive feeling I love if he made me cum. So, a quick squirt of lube and Laura’s ex pushed his enormous rock hard cock through my pucker. It was a little rougher than usual because he was way harder and way larger than usual, and whilst his cock felt slightly under-lubed, it was a little uncomfortable, but not painful, and any discomfort was soon forgotten as he started fucking away. Whilst his cock went really deep, really powerfully, his strokes were slow, deliberate, keeping his really excited cock from cumming too soon, prolonging my sodomy. It felt like his cock was stretching my asshole all the time, that long time slow strokes kept him hard, kept me filled.

He must have sensed that I was starting to build up to cum, because he accelerated, slamming hard and fast, and came in no time at all, filling my asshole with his creamy cum well before I got near to that orgasm I wanted so much. He stroked my hair, and told me I’d get to cum soon enough, but as his cock shrank out of my asshole, he left it feeling shockingly empty, a void where once was strength and power. He wiped his glans in my ass crack, adding more cum to it, marking me as the sodomy slut I truly am. The symbology was powerful, and added to my sense of submission.

After having a quick word in Ella’s ear, my husband’s attention turned to Nikki, who he still hadn’t fucked. He’d wanted to for so long, back when we didn’t trade partners, just fucked in front of others. His cock was hard, having just watched my anal pounding, and Nikki still hadn’t recovered from the fucking machine. But seeing his intent, she beckoned him down and took his already hard cock in her mouth, working it with her mouth and a hand, whilst she cupped his balls in her other hand. After not too long, he pulled out and rolled her over onto her front, pulling her waist up and pushing a pillow under her belly. He was going to have her ass first, make her that rarest of women that you got fuck her ass for the first time before fucking her cunt for the first time.

I felt someone part my ass cheeks and start licking down my ass crack, focussing on my ass pucker each time over. I looked over my shoulder to see Ella, on her hands and knees totally focussed on my ass crack. When my crack was cleared of cum, she focussed on my pucker, trying to tunnel the tip of her tongue through it, just managing it before going tiny fucking motions with it. It felt so good, so nice. Ella was great with her tongue.

Once her tongue got tired, she used a tongue and forefinger to stretch open my pucker and inserted a lubed dildo Carla handed to her, pushing it right in with a single movement, then starting to fuck my asshole with it, powered by her hands.

And then, she stopped, left it buried in my asshole and rolled me over, Carla spreading my legs wide and using her tongue on my moist cunt, licking firmly but avoiding my clit. I felt like I’d exploded if she simply flicked once over it, but she didn’t. I sensed my husband’s doing, still keeping me from cumming, yet building me all the time.

When Carla’s tongue tired, Paula took over, with the same frustrating clit-avoiding behaviour. My husband is a bastard some times. And when her tongue tired, my cunt was filled with a dildo like my asshole was, and Sara lowered her cunt to my mouth. I tried avoiding her clit, but someone (not her) viciously twisted my nipples backwards and forwards, with my husband (who was working on Nikki) shouting across to focus on her clit. Subservience at its best, I did what I was told, and got her squirting in my face for my trouble. She tasted so good, and I licked off all I could reach, the rest being left to dry on my face.

Nikki started screaming, which meant my husband had her where he wanted her too.

The Waifs and Strays Club (Part Two)

Sara was riding the fucking machine, cunt and asshole both filled with dildos, hands restrained behind her back, tits pushed forwards and being groped, squeezed and occasionally slapped, nipples being twisted and pulled harshly. She was being held down onto the dildos by the barman, as the assembled crowd of waifs and strays manhandled her tits and stroked her hair. Anna was being particularly mean to Sara’s tits, pulling them and twisting them quite viciously, all while the fucking machine was being equally mean to her cunt and asshole. And all with her husband watching from thousands of miles away. He could have been concerned for how she was being used, how relentless it was, but he wasn’t. He was egging people on, intently observing the debauchery in front of him. His wife was at peak slut and he was enjoying every minute of it.

Carla was still cuddling me whilst gently finger fucking me, but for a while, she faced right to have Laura’s ex’s cock in her mouth, getting it hard for its next cunt. Nikki was licking Paula’s cunt, as Nikki’s and Paula’s tits were all being pulled and twisted by my husband, enjoying himself whilst his cock recovered. Ella was heading back to the kitchen with an empty tray, and so, Laura’s ex followed her, and as she faced the kitchen worktop, he bent her forwards, masturbated her cunt with one hand between her legs and groped her tits with another, before driving his cock into her cunt and fucking her right there, bent over the kitchen worktop. He’d already cum once, so she was in for a long hard fuck.

It was some time later when Anna went into the kitchen, looking for canapes. Ella was still being fucked, so she handed Anna a whole trayful without moving her lower half and without Laura’s ex losing a beat. Back in the lounge, Carla slid out from under me, leaving me in the chair, and she took the canapes off Anna, Anna arranging me on the chair with my legs spread yet supported, then sitting in between them licking out my cunt and being mean to my already overused clit. Clearly, Anna was in that kind of mood. Someone squeezed and manhandled my tits, but I didn’t pay attention to as my attention was on Sara, who was screaming the house down with orgasm after orgasm, the fucking machine finally breaking her. From the kitchen, I heard Ella start to scream too, as the combination of Sara’s noise and the rubbing and filling of her own cunt brought her to orgasm, and mine was coming along nicely too.

My husband grabbed a bottle of lube and went out to Ella. I realised he was going to fuck her ass. I knew he’d be dying to fuck her ass. Laura’s ex had obviously cum deep in her cunt when Ella was screaming, so he let go of her hips and passed her on without moving her to my husband, who pinned her in place, moved her feet further apart with his, making her asshole cock height and started lubing it.

She asked him not to fuck her asshole, because she was sweet and innocent (yeah, right), but she had a filthy look as she said it, and she didn’t use the safeword, so he figured she was up for it. He started rubbing his lubed cock against her lubed asshole, as she started to moan a little. He gently applied pressure with his glans, as she started to beg him to not deflower her cute little unsullied asshole. Those words got him so excited, and as she still didn’t use the safeword, so he pushed in a little more. Her asshole was very eager and very welcoming, sucking his glans in, much to her cries, and then making it easy to push all the way in.

Her eyes were wide and she was breathing short raspy breaths, as he waited with his cock fully in, balls deep in her asshole, waiting for her asshole to relax and accommodate his size. He felt quite large, until she told him he was the first to fuck her asshole and then he got huge. He loves taking a woman’s virginity, and anal virginity especially. She asked him to be gentle, and he said he would, although I knew what would happen. He’d be gentle right up until she was comfortable taking his huge cock all the way in and out of her asshole, and then he’d accelerate, ultimately giving her the powerful sodomy he really wanted to.

Carla came into the kitchen, and Ella asked her what she thought of what this brute was doing to her asshole. Carla just said it was magnificent and left with a new tray of canapes, leaving Ella’s asshole to take his cock at full speed. Ella started egging him on, harder, faster, bigger. He obliged, putting all his power and all his energy into that asshole fuck, and then the magic happened. With an empty cunt which wasn’t being touched, she felt an orgasm build. She just knew it was going to be massive, and it was coming along so quickly. Her cries had meant an audience had collected, watching her asshole take a pounding, and watching her tits snap backwards and forwards in time with his drives.

And she came, her body trying to bend to the waves, her cries grabbing everyone’s attention. He let go of her hips and instead grab a tit in each hands, arching her body back, gripping and squeezing those magnificent tits hard, as his rhythm stopped, slow powerful slams instead milking her orgasm, the actions of her monster orgasm finally making him cum, the muscles in his ass cheeks showing the appreciative audience each spurt of cum into her greedy asshole. As soon as his cock had shrunk and slipped out of her asshole, Carla had her get up and start refilling drinks. Ella smiled at my husband and mouthed “That was wonderful.” and left the kitchen, bottle in hand, ass swaying in a sexy, tantalising way.

Paula was next on the fucking machine, strapped in and held in place by Laura’s ex, whilst the barman went behind Anna, who was still licking my cunt out, and started lifting her lower half up by her hips. I touched her head to keep it in place, whilst the barman raised her ass and cunt up, so she was standing on her legs, with her head below the level of her knees at my cunt. If she stayed in that position long, she’d go light headed, but even before I’d finished that thought, the barman was pushing his cock, rock hard from managing Sara’s machine fuck, deep into Anna’s slick cunt.

Holding on to her hips, he started to fuck her rhythmically. I held on to her head to make sure she carried on licking me out, his actions nudging her face into my cunt occasionally. As her body was angled down, her tits were hanging heading towards her face, quite violently snapping backwards and forwards as he fucked. She was losing focus on licking, which I forgave her for, as it was a strong fuck. The smell of my cunt, the general smell of fucking in the air, and the fact she was going light headed from how low her head was, meant that this was a dreamy fuck. That didn’t stop me holding her head down though and encouraging her to carry on licking me out. It all added to making this double ended action overwhelming for her. Not only was she not able to do more than occasional licks of my cunt, she wasn’t in control of her orgasms either, wasn’t fighting it as he made her cum, whilst still powering on with his fuck. He knew holding her hips was holding her up, and that meant she had no strength or resolve to fight an orgasm. She was powerless as he fucked, powerless as she came. On her third orgasm, the strongest she had, the tightness of her cunt round his cock made him cum too. As his cock slipped out of her messy cunt, he realised her legs wouldn’t hold her, so he lowered her body gently to the floor. With her head swimming, she saw my cunt close by her head and resumed licking it out at a reasonable rhythm. She’s a trouper is our Anna.

It wasn’t long before Paula started moaning, the fucking machine working its magic on her cunt and asshole, a good strong orgasm to start, an orgasm ignored by Laura’s ex, as he just let the machine carry on fucking her. Her hands restrained behind her back, her tits pushed out receiving some harsh handling, seemed to magnify the effect of the fucking machine. Without a chance to recover from the orgasm, without a break in the tit manhandling, she almost immediately started building the next orgasm, that breaking in a similar manner, and the next, and the next, her moans turning to screams, her cunt growing more sensitive with each orgasm. Yet without the mercy of the machine being turned off or even slowed down, the fucking machine was taking its toll on her cunt and asshole. She had to take it for as long and hard as me and Sara had. She’d demanded it of Laura’s ex. She just had to. She desperately didn’t want to be outfucked by her daughter.

What Have I Done?

Here I was naked, kneeling on a mattress on the floor, looking round at eight naked men standing round me like the points of a compass, cocks showing signs of life but being untouched.

My husband said later that I looked slightly scared, and to be honest, I was. Because I remembered what I had said, I remembered what I told my husband about one of my last unfulfilled fantasies. I remembered telling my husband I wanted to be that gang-bang girl, the one in the middle of a mass of men, the one that wouldn’t stop being fucked until all the cocks were finished, the one that would be made to cry because of the relentless action with no respite, the one that all the men would just use without mercy and without giving even a seconds thought for her.

I had my favourite porn video, one where a fluffer got the men ready (to keep up the pace of fucking the gang-bang girl), one with a mascara-streaked face (as was my current fetish), one where she started off quite active and ended up broken, limp, being moved and fucked by them. I guess it was my favourite because I knew that’s how I’d end up, this crap body not having the stamina to carry on actively.

And my husband had only gone and organised it. My big mouth had got me into trouble again. He tried to organise my dream gang-bang for my birthday, but the nine diaries didn’t align, but they did last week, perfectly timed to be a celebration of my 150th blog post.

The eight men were the free-use men (my husband, Anna’s, Rose’s and Tanya’s), my ex-boss (who fucks me fairly regularly anyway), Sara’s husband, Laura’s ex-husband (from our earlier days watching other couples) and my favourite customer (one who keeps coming back to me, mostly to fuck I think, but I do also improve his business).

The fluffer was Anna, who my husband said had made clear that she’d want to be the gang-bang girl at some point in the future. This time, Anna wasn’t to be touched or touch herself, her cunt was to be left aching and unsatisfied, her ass and tits ungroped. She could only use her hands and mouth in her role as fluffer, and she would have her work cut out, with eight cocks to deal with.

The recorder was Paula, documenting exactly what happened to me, for our personal record. Someone had to document it, and like Anna, Paula too wasn’t allowed to touch herself or be touched, her cunt, ass and tits all unused.

Until afterwards. My husband had agreed that Anna and Paula could fuck each other afterwards, in front of all the spent men. And I think the women would need it. The titillation, the smell of sex, my orgasms, the men’s cum, would all be like a mega edging session for them, and out of kindness, my husband agreed they would be each other’s relief, but only after the gang-bang was finished, and only in full view of the eight men. Paula and Anna would have a long wait.

So, with me looking slightly scared, my husband reminded me of the rules, my rules, the ones I told him:

The men do as they want. All three of my holes, my tits and ass cheeks, whatever they like, however they like. They don’t ask, they just move me and do what they want. They aren’t interested in my orgasms, just theirs.

Anna is fluffer and keeper of the lube, which she will apply as necessary. I can’t ask for lube, or anything else for that matter. And the only drink I can have is piss straight from Anna or Paula. As their cunts couldn’t be touched, this amounted to them pissing on my face and me opening my mouth in the desperate hope of catching some of it. The only food I could have is globules of male cum. If Anna thinks I haven’t orgasmed enough, she’s allowed to work my clit until I do, but again, I can’t ask, she just does.

I am nothing. They won’t stop until all eight cocks are spent, no more cum to extract, no more hardness to be had. Once they start, nothing can stop them, no one can stop them. All I have to do to start my dream gang-bang is to lean forward, pick up a cock and gently kiss the tip. Everyone was still, perfectly silent, apart from Anna and Paula who were drinking water, loading their bladders to be my drinks fountains.

I was a little scared as to what I had done. This was totally my fault. My big mouth. But I think everyone in that room knew that eventually, I’d kiss a glans, that I’d take the onslaught, that I’d be that gang-bang girl and that I’d love every second of it.

There was absolutely no point in delaying it, so with a deep breath, I leant forward towards my husband in front of me, picked up his cock and kissed his glans. As I did so, he ran his hand through my hair and called me a “Good Girl”. That always gets me horny and makes me feel proud. Then I felt someone grabs my tits, as my husband pushed his limp but hardening cock into my mouth, and within moments, my body was moved and I could hear Anna giving a hand job to a couple of cocks, one of which soon penetrated my cunt, and one my asshole, but only after Anna had lubed it up. My husband carried on stroking my hair as I sucked on his cock, his smile broad, his eyes loving, but distracted with what was happening to my lower half.

Within a minute, all three holes were filled, my tits were being groped, and my body was merely reacting to the thrusts it was feeling. The gentleness of the stroke of my hair was contrasted with the slamming of cocks into my cunt and ass, the soothing tones of him saying what a good girl I was and how I was going to take every drop of cum these eight stallions had contrasted with the mauling of my tits and the twisting of my nipples, my mouth filled with his hardening cock, my cunt and asshole alternating between being very full and being very empty. And this was only the start.

Other than my husband in front of me, his cock in my mouth and his hand ruffling my hair, I had no idea who was doing what to me, and soon, I even lost track of my husband, the daze of interaction, five or six points of sexual contact at a time, put me almost in a dream world, both knowing what was happening to my body, and not knowing. That dreamy feeling, interrupted by orgasms that were strong but ignored by the men, interrupted by piss on my face when Anna realised my mouth was dry, interrupted by squirts of lube into my asshole, interrupted by the pain of my nipples or clit being twisted, I was just riding cocks over and over.

This isn’t going to be a blow-by-blow account of what was done to me. Paula did make the notes for that, but I haven’t read them yet. I will do, at some point. But at the moment, I’m revelling in the memories. I can’t tell you how much cum I swallowed or had in my cunt or asshole. The groping never stopped too, my tits in particularly being heavily mauled. I remember having a brief respite while my ass was spanked (exactly 150 strikes with various implements apparently, honouring the blog post count). I remember cum drying on my tits, causing that tightening of the skin. I remember crying not through pain but through being overwhelmed with emotion and sensory input. I remember half of me wanting them to stop, hoping they would stop, but not asking them to stop, as the other half of me really didn’t want them to stop. I remember being totally broken, having no strength at all even to hold my arms up, but still being used on and on anyway.

But above all, I remember the elation at actually being that cum dumpster, that gang-bang girl I always wanted to be, and it was everything I hoped for and more. I have no idea how long the men went on for. Felt like weeks, it was relentless and all consuming. But they did me proud.

And I did them proud. As they put me to bed in the cum streaked, piss covered, mascara run mess that I was, I had completed the task. They were all spent. There was no more cum to be had, no more hardness to use. I’d done it.

And despite what I thought might happen, I felt every stroke, every grab, every squeeze, every throb. I thought I might become desensitised to it all, but I didn’t. I felt everything, I felt alive, I felt so very used, I felt amazing.

He left me to sleep in the morning, and as I awoke, I knew I’d been gang-banged. My jaw was aching, my tits were tender, my asshole was sore and my cunt was messy and oozing cum. And I still felt amazing, still on a massive high. He told me how beautiful I looked in this state, whilst he stroked my hair and cuddled me. I felt so loved, and as he reminded me that he’d shortly be giving me my morning sodomy session, he asked me whether I wanted to be that gang-bang girl again? I nodded  and smiled broadly. Still stroking my hair, he said “Good Girl”, before suggesting he’d need to find a couple of more men, as I wasn’t totally used up this time. Wow, that would make even more of a mess of me than I was this time, and I guessed that was what he wanted. I snuggled into him, enjoying the warmth of his embrace, happy to take ten cocks next time if he wanted me to.

Being Ill Is No Excuse (Part Two)

I awoke to a sharp chill, aware that the quilt had been removed. I opened my eyes enough to see Tanya’s husband looking up and down my body. He started asking how I felt, whilst inspecting my messy body, parting my legs to look at my cum trashed cunt, before closing them and parting my ass cheeks, which were near the edge of the bed. He only had to move my body a few inches to get my ass right to the edge again, and he began lubing my asshole up, drooling on it to really demean me. All the men knew how to properly lube an asshole, and in no time at all, he was pressing his glans against my ass pucker for some sideways sodomy, my pucker slowly opening and my asshole sucking his glans in. He was only partially hard whilst doing this, but quickly hardened up as I sucked him in.

Soon, he was all the way in, and he grabbed my hip and waist to get a good hold and to emphasise his drive. Tanya’s husband doesn’t last long with anal, he gets too excited. And as he slammed in with all the force he could muster, his cock grew to stretch my asshole with each stroke. I think the noise I made as he overfilled my asshole finally did him in, and he grew again (almost too big), and then spewed cum into my asshole, then pulling out so the rest was sprayed over my asshole and ass crack. I already had loads of dried cum over my cunt and ass crack, what’s the difference with adding a load more? He was tender and kind with me before he left and I drifted off again. I had repeatedly done this during the day, as I wasn’t well, but was the allocated free-use woman to fuck for that day, as I am every Friday, and I was the one who came up with the rule that minor illness wasn’t enough to stop free-use. As I drifted off, I resolved to keep my stupid ideas to myself in the future (which we all know won’t happen), but was happy as I figured more cock would penetrate me later, as it always does on a Friday.

I woke up a while later, almost disappointed there was no man waiting to fuck me. I just about got myself downstairs and into the kitchen, taking a glass of squash to quench my thirst. As I was drinking it, Rose’s husband let himself in and found me in this state. Dress down off my tits and up leaving my cunt visible, covered in cum (as was my ass crack and asshole), with more cum dripping out of my cunt.

I knew that he would love to say something about my state, but he wasn’t allowed to. So, we ended up talking about me feeling ill, while with no sympathy at all, he arranged me over the kitchen sink, my tits tantalisingly close to being dunked in the washing-up water. His glans was pushed to my cummy cunt lips, rubbing cum up and down my crack before the glans pushed into my cunt. His strokes were very long, very deliberate. With each thrusting movement, my tits did dunk in the water, something I enjoy enormously.

The dunking and the cummyness added to the sensations in my cunt to start building another orgasm quicker than I expected. That orgasm broke, yet he didn’t slow down, didn’t break rhythm, as he treated my orgasm with disdain. I had no respite, as my orgasm started to build again immediately, this time mirroring the hardness and size of his cock. As his cock got enormous, I felt him place a hand in the small of my back, pushing on my back and making my tits stay in the water as he came, and then I did a few moments later. His first cum spurt was in me, and then he had his glans in the base of my ass crack, cock aimed up the crack and he emptied the rest of his load all up my ass crack, totally obscuring my ass pucker from view.

I was aware of another man behind me, and realised Rose’s husband was about to hand me off to Anna’s husband, the two men manoeuvring me across the kitchen and bending me over the table, my dripping tits pressed into the table, and my feet so much further apart. The two men spat on my cummy asshole, before lubing it and Anna’s husband’s cock up. Rose’s husband held my ass cheeks open, giving Anna’s husband perfect access to my asshole, which was at perfect cock height and I felt once again a glans pressing against my very cummy pucker.

With hands still holding my cheeks open, he pushed his cock so it was balls deep in my asshole. He then grabbed onto the top of my thighs and braced against me to drive his cock into my asshole at pace. It was already hard and girthy, but he was showing no signs of stopping, no signs of cumming. My body moved with every slam, taking every bit of cock that it could. There was a lovely monotony to the feeling, really accentuating the free-use vibe.

When finally he came, I didn’t get to feel the throb, as he pulled out and deposited his whole load all over my ass, a circular covering of cum, coating my cheeks, crack and pucker.

And then as soon as they were there, they disappeared, just leaving me there in a cummy mess bent over the kitchen table, too tired to move, no chance to cover up, no dignity left.

Some time later, I awoke, still bent over the table, to the sound of two voices, my husband’s and Anna’s. I heard a squelching noise, which sounded like lube and I then felt two more hands opening my ass cheeks and yet another glans pressing at my pucker.

As the cock pushed in, the two hands (which were Anna’s) kneaded at my ass cheeks, and soon, my husband was the latest man that day to fuck my asshole with all he could manage, his cock getting almost frighteningly large and hard. I heard kissing, him and Anna kissing, proper frenzied kissing like those first young love snogs, all the while he drove into my asshole, with a metronomic rhythm. I felt like I was in an almost trance-like state as the rhythmic penetration almost made me zone out. I came out of the trace to feel his cock get really hard, ready to cum hard, but I only felt one single pulse, as the rest of his cum was deposited on my ass.

I hadn’t cum, and I had barely felt him cum. It felt like free-use at its best.

As I lay there an even less dignified cummy mess, I heard Anna slurping on his cock, cleaning his cock up. I couldn’t be arsed to look – I just lay there in my messy cum covered glory.

I then heard them take pictures, Anna’s hands opening my ass cheeks or cunt and moving me to get a good view. He said I needed to see, and when I wasn’t ill and was horny, I looked. Wow, it was amazing. I was splattered with cum, strings of creamy cum decorating my cunt and ass. And the disconnect, the disregard, the use, the undignified way I ended up was delicious. It felt like it wasn’t me, even though I knew it was. It was unreal. It was marvellous.

After they took their pictures, Anna started cleaning me with her tongue, taking her time and cleaning every drop of cum from my body, getting her tongue right into my asshole and cunt to clear as much from there as possible (and giving my clit a workover and making me cum “by accident” in the process). Once I was externally cleared of cum, they carried me upstairs and tucked me into bed.

I later found out a few things about that day. Firstly, he had a discussion with me in the morning about me being free-used that day, and I had said, almost nonchalantly, that I’d take whatever they gave me. So he put that message on the group chat and that is what they did. When he finally tucked me into bed, he put a black heart on the chat, meaning I was out of bounds for the night. He fucked Anna that night, and he and Anna’s husband double penetrated her as well – cunt and ass swapping half way through. I slept. I’d been fucked enough.

To me, this was one of the best free-use sessions I’ve had to date. So much cock, so much cum, so much ignoring of my situation, so much indignity. I mean, I was plastered in cum and just fucked anyway by the next cock in line, each just adding more cum to the mess. The coordinated splattering with cum was just divine, I was fucked so much, I was used without regard, my situation ignored, my dignity ignored and I absolutely adored it.

Being Ill Is No Excuse (Part One)

I slowly drifted to consciousness to the feeling of my husband lubing up my asshole. It was dark outside and he was going to be leaving for work early. And he clearly wanted to fuck my ass.

This is not an unusual scene. Me waking (or sometimes not really getting beyond a dream-like state) as he pounds my asshole with a sizeable, hard, unforgiving cock. In this case, he wasn’t even in when I stirred, but after spitting on my asshole, with a light touch, he pressed his glans through my sphincter and, all the time keeping all his weight off me, he began to push in and out, gentle at first, speeding up and getting more vigorous.

As I moaned, he said “Morning gorgeous” and took my waking as reason to get more forceful. I had no idea how long he was fucking me for, but it felt so good, and eventually, his cock got harder and spurted cum deep into my ass.

I hadn’t cum. I never do in this partially awake state, but it feels so lovely, so dreamy, that I adore him doing it anyway. I feel so loved before he fucks off to work. Starts my day the perfect way.

As he pulled his cock out, he wiped it down my ass crack, in a very demeaning action, and then left me, body exposed with a cummy ass crack and disappeared to get ready for work.

I didn’t move as I drifted off again. I needed the sleep. I felt like crap. I just had a cold, and didn’t want to move. Although I did feel better after my ass being invaded by his cock.

But, I had to get up. It was Friday. It was the day I had to be available for fucking. Friday is the day that Anna and Rose are both working, and Tanya is out of the village visiting her mum, so I was the only one of the free-use women available to get fucked. We’d made it clear that minor illness was no reason to not be available for free-use, and I was starting to regret coming up with that rule now. As I hauled my sorry corpse off the bed, I sorted my hair and then selected my dress, a 50s style number in blue and white, with shoulder straps, a top that supported my tits without needing a bra, and a mid-thigh length flared skirt. I was going to leave it there, but I couldn’t resist white stockings and suspenders. Even though I was feeling like crap with a cold, I wanted to look good, it made me feel great to look good.

It wasn’t long before my first knock on the door. Rose’s husband. I’m his favourite fuck, quite possibly including his own wife. He pointed out how unwell I looked, but that was where his sympathy stopped. He bent me over the back of the sofa, nudged my legs apart with his foot, flipped my dress up to reveal my cunt and ass and then just pressed his glans into my cunt’s opening, with no ceremony. My cunt enveloped it, quickly swallowing his whole length as he pushed in.

It did feel good having my cunt filled with hardening cock, and as he got harder, his cock started rubbing along the bottom of my cunt. He was relentless, rubbing and re-rubbing the same spots, knowing all too well, I would cum if he didn’t stop.

He had no intention of stopping, and even though I felt like shit, I felt an orgasm starting to build. As I got close, to the point that he knew I was on the verge of cumming and he knew he wasn’t, he just flicked at my clit with his index finger, his nail contacting with my poor unsuspecting clit. The jolt of the flick knocked my orgasm back, before almost immediately starting to build again. He was so cruel, but his cock was growing, and I knew he wanted me to cum at the same time as he did.

He flicked my clit for a second time, his own orgasm building, but still annoyingly far away. His relentless rhythm did eventually pay off, as he finally brought me to orgasm, and my cunt squeezing down on his cock as I came was the last straw for his cock, forcing him to cum, the first load deep in my cunt, but he then pulled mostly out, so that all the rest was just inside my cunt, waiting to slide out. He was setting me up to have a messy cunt all day, like my messy ass crack, which he had done nothing to resolve. He just left me still bent over the sofa, as he went on his way, leaving the door unlocked for the next fuck to come in.

I just lay there for a bit, mustering up the energy and enthusiasm to move. Just as I was going to, Tanya’s husband arrived. He didn’t seem to notice I was ill (or didn’t care as he knew he would fuck me anyway), instead just focussing on my visible, gaping, messy cunt and equally messy ass crack.

He didn’t even move me, just pushing his ever hardening cock straight into my cum filled cunt. Now, I do love that sloppy seconds scenario, just ignoring a clearly messy cunt and fucking it anyway, and even in my unwell state, I got off on it.

I can’t say I was the most responsive, but I did moan as he started getting the rubbing right. He put one hand on each ass cheek, as he used them to increase his drive. He was slamming hard, and the thoughts of a second load of cum in my messy cunt meant that I wasn’t far from another orgasm. This time, there was no waiting, as his powerful strokes brought us straight to orgasm within seconds of each other, and his glans was barely in my cunt as he came, meaning yet more mess just inside my cunt. I could really do without it today, but they clearly had other ideas and I had no say in the matter.

After he left, I eventually moved and crawled back up to bed, still wearing my dress and stockings. The door was still unlocked, meaning the next fuck could just let themselves in as well. There would be a next fuck. I mean Anna’s husband hadn’t fucked me yet today, and then I would normally have another round of all of them, this being a work from home Friday.

I must had drifted off to sleep, as the first I was aware was my body being turned over and dragged to the edge of the bed, my dress ruckling up under my ass to reveal my cunt as I was moved. Anna’s husband pulled my legs into a vertical position, my ass at the edge of the bed. I felt his cock push between my fleshy thighs and nudge at my clit, pushing under it and into my cunt. He smiled at me as he started fucking. It was the ultimate in take what you want – he hadn’t even said a word to me, just moved my body onto his cock.

It felt so good, but I knew I wouldn’t be cumming quickly this time. He settled into a rhythm where neither of us were being massively stimulated, but nevertheless, he was being kept hard and I was being kept filled.

I lost track of time, possibly even drifted off, his cock sliding in and out of my well lubricated cunt being very comforting, and feeling like an all encompassing cuddle to ward off my cold. I felt a subtle change in his position, as the cock that had been getting harder for however long he was fucking me started rubbing, started building towards my orgasm. He loves a long fuck, but the fact he was rubbing showed he was near, and needed me to get there.

He had my legs pinned to his shoulders (one on each) for the entire time, and the long regular motion had made my tits come loose from the top of my dress, and made them snap up and down with each stroke after that. You could see in his face, and feel in his cock, that he was mesmerised by my snapping tits, and I love it so much that within a couple of dozen snaps. I started to cum, my cunt clamping down on his cock was the signal for him to finally stop fighting his orgasm and to start spraying.

He deposited one big shot of cum deep in my cunt, but then withdrew and deposited the rest just inside my cunt with a load on the outside. This had to be planned – all four of them making my cunt and ass a mess wasn’t a coincidence, and I guessed any more fucks I’d have would continue the trend. I liked it, I admit, but it was their choice and I had no say.

Once he had finished, he put my legs together and rotated my whole body, so that I was lying on the bed. He helped me to shuffle up the bed into a more comfortable position and put the quilt over me to keep me warm, and I drifted off again, content with another fuck and revelling in my messy cunt.

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