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Fresh Meat (Part Three)

15 October 2021 /

Victoria didn’t see the co-owners at all until the following Wednesday, when they arrived at about lunchtime. That was the longest week of her life (to that point). They had a stream of meetings all afternoon and didn’t make any attempt to contact her. Home time came and went, and she stayed at her desk working. She was really worked up and didn’t really want to think about the disappointment if nothing were to happen today.

Eventually one of them walked past her, telling her to come into the office in about ten minutes, and to leave her panties laid out on her desk, as she wouldn’t be needing them.

She entered the room at the prescribed time, closing the door behind her, and stood in between their desks. After a minute of being ignored, she heard one of them say “Still overclothed” and then go back to ignoring her.

She quickly removed her light summer dress and her bra and stood naked in front of them. She could feel her cunt already tingling, and that was without them actually touching her.

They each reached out, grabbing a tit each, and this time, groping it, kneading it, and flicking at her nipples with a thumb. Instead of throwing her head back this time, she looked down to see their respective cocks jumping to attention almost immediately and straining against their trousers.

Vicki suddenly fancied tasting cum, and she had two loaded cocks worth to play with. She put a hand to each cock and started rubbing at them, grasping, and squeezing, almost a mirror of what was happening to her tits.

She knew she needed to choose a cock to go into her mouth first, so she asked the men for a coin, which one produced without breaking contact with her tit or her hand. She showed them each side of the coin and asked them to decide who was heads and who tails. As the dark haired one was the ass man, he took tails. As the light haired one was the tits man, he took heads.

She flicked the coin and let it fall to the floor, all three of them breaking contact to lean over to see the result. It was heads.

She knelt down in front of the light haired owner and put her hands back to his hidden cock. She undid his fly and removed the mostly hard cock and fairly sizable balls from his trousers, making note of his apparent lack of underwear. She was so eager to get that cock in her mouth that she almost grabbed his cock on instinct, licking round his glans a few times, before starting to inhale it further in. Once she had used her fingers to surround his cock and run up and down it a few times, she heard a calm voice telling her to keep his cum in her mouth, to show him the cum once she had drained him and wait for instructions. Finally, an instruction; it took her having a mouth full of cock for an instruction to emerge, and she was a good girl; she’d do as she was told.

Vicki was a good cock sucker, having had plenty of experience at school and university, and she quite liked this guy, and his cock was getting harder by the second. She focussed on where she was running her tongue, particularly his frenulum, which caused his cock to get harder each time she touched it. She could feel she had him so near and she just kept working his frenulum and glans until the inevitable happened: his cock pulsed, and she felt a flood of sticky cum filling her mouth. She kept flicking his frenulum with the end of her tongue until his cock had nothing more to offer, then obeying instructions, she released his cock, and with chest puffed out, she showed him her mouth full of cum. She was expecting him to tell her to swallow it, but he told her to dribble it out onto the top of her tits, and only to swallow when she could spit no more.

She knelt a little more upright and starting dribbling and spitting his cum out over the top of her tits and into the gap between them. There was an awful lot of cum, so she had a lot of work to do emptying her mouth. After she had pushed out all she could, she looked up at him and swallowed, and then sat there, smiling (with perhaps a hint of smugness), with a cum/saliva mix glistening on her cleavage, running down between her tits. What a sight; a sight he clearly enjoyed.

She looked across at the dark haired owner’s cock, so see that still hidden but clearly still hard. She shuffled over, removed his cock and balls through his fly and started sucking on his cock. The frenulum moves were less effective on him but using her tongue to close round his cock and jam his glans against the back of her throat had a similar effect. He was clearly excited, as he really didn’t last long before he started spewing his load into her mouth. A little of it trickled down her throat, but she kept most of it in her mouth, as she tried to milk every last drop from his cock.

Once she was done, she again dribbled the bulk of the cum onto her already cum coated tits and swallowed only the last bit.

She got back to her feet and gave them a good view of her cum covered tits, the office lights glistening of them, their eyes locked on them.

They told her she could go, but they wanted her to leave the building with the covering on her tits undisturbed. She was nervous, but had the front to do it, and there were few people around to notice.

She went back to her desk to pack her things up and retrieve her panties. But, to her surprise, her gusset, and the inside of the front of her panties were liberally covered in cum. It wasn’t either of the co-owners, as they never left the office, but who else was it? She was awoken from her thought process by the dark haired one, telling her to put them on. She had no idea who’s cum it was, but after she put them on, he patted the front of her panties, pushing the cum in between her lips. He told her to leave the panties on until bedtime, and to leave the cum on the top of her tits until bedtime too, and then he told her to swallow all the cum she could.

She got home without incident, even though her tits were glistening with cum, and she spent the evening feeling the cum against her cunt and her tits, reminding her of her session with the co-owners. When she was ready to go to sleep, as instructed, she scraped as much cum off her tits, cunt, and panties as she could and swallowed it all. She liked eating cum. It was a treat. The cum of (she thought) three men was a really big treat, and almost as much cum as she could swallow, but she wasn’t wasting it. She even used a spoon to scrape it off her skin and to dig some out of her cunt; her movements over the hours had made some of it go far too deep into her cunt to retrieve.

She enjoyed it, and they made her feel owned (particularly being labelled with cum in public), but next time, she was determined to get fucked again. Cum inside is better than cum outside.

Putting That Good Girl Training To Use

22 April 2021 /

I was still a virgin when I got to university. I had a boyfriend, but hadn’t wanted to take that step, and then I started at uni and got to know this guy. He made a load of feelings come into my heart that I hadn’t had before. I wanted him to fuck me. Hard. Long. Repeatedly. And he seemed interested in me too. I had a choice to make, and in my heart of hearts, I knew what that choice was.

I will never cheat on a partner, so I had to go back home and break it off. Cue a heartbroken ex, and all the time I was hugging and consoling him, I was thinking of being fucked by the guy at uni. I couldn’t wait to get back to him, hoping my previous rebuttals hadn’t turned him off.

Immediately I got back to uni, I went looking for him. I found him in a uni bar playing pool. He was losing, so I settled back to watch him, thinking I could console him when he lost. But as soon as I arrived, his fortunes turned round, and he finished triumphant. We sat down to celebrate; he was full of how I was his lucky charm and I saw my opportunity. I told him that perhaps he would like to thank me for my efforts, and he agreed and started thinking of things we could do – none of them sexual. I guess that was my fault, as I had firmly closed him down before.

So, I kicked off my shoe and started rubbing my stockinged foot up and down one of his legs. He looked a touch confused, until I told him I’d finished with my boyfriend, as I’d never cheat on anyone, and there was now a vacancy and a hole I was hoping he’d fill.

I think he came in his pants. It was pretty amusing. But he recovered his composure and asked what I had in mind. I stretched my leg up and nuzzled my foot against his cock, saying “that inside somewhere warm and inviting.” I was pretty blatant and left him in no doubt what I wanted. I’m not sure where I got the confidence from, but it worked. He tried to remain nonchalant and chilled, whereas clearly, he wanted to grab my hand and run from the bar as quickly as possible to the nearest bed.

To be fair, I had got myself worked up into a frenzy, thinking about fucking him all the way back to uni. More than once on the train, I had slipped my hand down my skirt and panties when no one was looking and worked my cunt a bit. I didn’t let myself cum, as I wanted that explosion for him, but I was certainly craving it. At the time, it had totally slipped my mind that he was getting my cherry. All my mind was focussed on was getting his cock.

It was amusing to hear him trying to hold a conversation down, whilst all the time, my stockinged foot was nudging at his cock. After a discrete period, he asked if we could continue this conversation in his room, as he had something he urgently needed to deal with. Yes, I could feel it growing, so I agreed and followed him.

When we got into his room, he locked the door to ensure no one would interrupt, as I asked him what his problem was. He unbuttoned his trousers, dropped them, then peeled the front of his boxers down. He was certainly in a state. Clearly, he had cum and his groin and the inside of his boxers were a sticky mess. With a slightly demanding tone, he told me that I caused this and so I needed to clean him up. I was aware that the curtain was still open, and I would be on my hands and knees in front of him in plain sight of anyone outside, but I didn’t care. I just replied with a curt “Yes sir” and dropped to my knees. I made him wait a little longer by licking the cum off the inside of his boxers, mostly looking up at him as I did it, and taking care to swallow his cum every few licks in a slow and deliberate manner.

There was quite a lot of cum, particularly stuck to his genitals, but before I could make a start on it, he told me that all good cock suckers would have their tits out to improve the view, and I so wanted to be a good cock sucker. So, I dutifully unbuttoned and removed my blouse and bra, revealing my substantial tits to him, and then I pulled him towards me, and I started licking the cum off his pubes, balls, and thighs, leaving only his cum-coated cock left.

I started at the underside of his cock, and ran my tongue up the full length, ending up with my tongue going over his glans, took my tongue off and putting it back on at the base of his cock a little further around. Finally, after I had licked all the way around his cock, I took it all into my mouth and started to suck it, as he started moving it in and out a bit. I felt his hands touch the back of my head and gently motion it to move my head in rhythm. With his hands guiding my rhythm, we slowly increased the speed of motion, with his cock getting harder and harder. A good few minutes later and his guiding hands pushed my head forward, and so his hardened cock was fully impaled in my mouth. He held my head in place as his cock spewed.

I remembered our school “Good Girl” training (that the older girls at my school used to give the younger girls on how to give a good blow job) and collected some cum in my mouth. Then when he let go of my head, I looked him in the eyes, opened my mouth and showed him the cum, then (closing my eyes briefly), I swallowed it, before looking into his eyes again and showing him my empty tongue.

He stroked my hair, telling me that was an amazing blow job, but his cock was spent for the moment, so my fuck would have to wait. I pouted a bit, but he told me he had the desire to taste my cunt and told me to strip off and sit with my ass on the edge of the bed and my legs spread as wide as I could.

Once I was in position, he dropped to his knees and lowered his head towards my cunt. He stopped annoyingly short of making contact and drew a full breath in, savouring the smell of my slick cunt. He started flicking his tongue over the outside of my cunt, moving my folds with his tongue, but being annoying careful to not go inside my cunt with his tongue. I guess that was payback for me making him wait earlier, and he clearly knew what he was doing.

After a good ten minutes of this outer fold licking, I felt his tongue flick a little deeper inside me, once, then again, and then pulled his head back a little, used his forefingers to open my folds a little and to reveal the pinkness of my vulva. He leant down and kissed my cunt, before curling his tongue and pushing right into it. I reared up slightly, but his tongue felt amazing, and I was ready to let myself go for him.

Sexual Distractions, Orgasms, Pain and Distress

8 August 2020 /

What happened to me over the winter has led me to realise what powerful tools we have in sexual activity, distraction techniques, orgasms, and even carefully selected pain in dealing with the things that ail me.

The clues have been there for some time. I’ve mentioned before how much my mental health suffers if I don’t have enough sex, so sex and orgasms certainly improve my mental wellbeing.

I think it is well known that having orgasms during your period can often help to significantly reduce period pain and can shorten your period. It certainly did both with me, to such an extent that I had to have orgasms many times a day whilst I was bleeding purely for pain management.

I’ve also never understood why women say they have a headache as an excuse to get out of sex. I’ve always found that sex and orgasms normally take the edge off my headache, even if it is the type of headache that hasn’t responded to medication.

Throughout our relationship, my husband and I have deployed sexual activity to manage my anxiety (which only flares up occasionally now but used to be really bad). My childhood meant that I was always anxious, especially about friendships and sexual relationships. That was particularly acute in the early days of my relationship with my now-husband, and I mentioned it one day when he was at work. He suggested I put my comfortable (yet sizable) butt plug in, sat in my really soft teddy bear dressing gown, and imagined he was wrapped around me hugging me with his cock in my ass.

When he got in, I was somewhat less anxious, but he thought he could do better. He sat naked on the settee, with me getting his cock hard with my hands, whilst he removed the butt plug and lubed up my asshole again. Then, I lowered myself onto his cock, him guiding it into my awaiting asshole. I realised that I had the butt plug in my asshole for the longest I ever had, so when he removed it, my asshole was gaping a little. It made his cock entering me rather easy.

He wrapped his arms round me, grabbing a good handful of tit in each hand, thereby completing the cocooned feeling. I was in bliss, and what was left on my anxiety fell away.

He roughly kneaded, groped, and squeezed my tits, which he knows I love, and when I felt his cock lose just a little of its structural integrity, he started to rock a little, just to bring his cock back to complete hardness.

Once his rocking was no longer enough, I started to ride him. I was in Anal Reverse Cowgirl, so I was in charge of how deep he got, and after me riding him got his cock growing again, he got very deep. He was still holding on to my tits and my movements were making them twist and drag which only heightened my excitement, and his growing just before he came was the last straw and I had a very rare orgasm with no cunt contact.

Since then, wearing the butt plug when I’m a little anxious invokes those and other good memories and therefore calms me down. I guess it works the same way as a comfort blanket, something familiar that you can feel the physical sensation on your body, with a link to good memories and feelings.

I’ve also found that a butt plug helps to reduce stress by distracting you with its physical presence (because you can always feel it in). For example, good feelings interrupt the build-up of anger and frustration, thereby keeping me calm.

But the biggest evidence to support this has been recently in the early stages of coming off gluten. I had tremendous pain deep inside the bones of my shoulders and the painkillers I had didn’t touch it. It turns out that my bone pain was due to my lack of nutrient absorption when I was glutened, so when I started taking supplements, the bones hurt from suddenly absorbing a glut of nutrients. My husband tried massage on me, but as it wasn’t tissue pain that had little effect. So, he suggested he try to distract me with some sex and some orgasms.

His cock filled my cunt for a while, and that brought a smile to my face, yet it wasn’t enough. So, after he’d cum, he got my wand, set it to maximum power, revealed my clit from inside its protective cocoon and applied the wand to it. My body instinctively tried to twist away from the wand, yet he managed to hold me in place and brought me to a hard orgasm. The relief from pain was fabulous, but after a few minutes, the pain started to come back. I told him I wanted another orgasm but was much more wriggly than last time.

He stopped after a bit of wriggling and loaded me into Victoria’s under bed restraints. I had never used them before (although he had used them with Vicki, as she loves them). I had always been very wary of restraints, but I agreed this time because I needed the orgasms, and I knew as my clit got more tender, I would wriggle harder to get away, even though my brain desperately wanted the orgasms.

My legs were wide apart and my arms slightly so, cuffed to the headboard. He turned the wand on and quite firmly applied it to my clit. My body tried to twist away, but it couldn’t get away and my poor clit was now solely dependent on his mercy for some relief, and that mercy wasn’t forthcoming. Over the course of the evening, I had orgasm after orgasm, each one giving my pain a little relief. My clit was the most swollen and engorged that I’ve ever seen it, yet the distraction and orgasms did their job, and for a few hours, my deep pain was significantly reduced. And I have to admit that I enjoyed not being able to escape the wand.

But there comes a point where a girl can’t orgasm again for a while. I was still in pain, so he thought of another distraction technique, and that was a good hard sustained spanking. My brain seems to only be able to focus on one source of pain at a time, so his theory was that if he spanked or paddled my ass enough, my brain will switch from deep bone pain to my spanked ass pain.

I was desperate for pain relief that worked, so I gave it a go. As he started spanking me, I felt the sensations of flesh meeting flesh, but any pain was drowned out. He quickly moved on to the soft side of the paddle and then the hard side, focussing on his favourite up and under stroke. He thought that focussing on one spot would maximise the pain I felt, and it was the pain that was important.

After a few dozen strokes with the hard side, I realised that my ass was feeling rather painful, but at the same time, the bone pain had really subsided. The tactic was clearly working, and I find the pain of a well spanked ass very pleasurable. He carried on paddling my ass, and it really fucking hurt, but my shoulders didn’t, and it allowed me to get to sleep, enjoying the throbbing in my ass rather than in my shoulders.

He repeated things the following day with similar success, and the day after, the shoulder pain was subsiding, so these techniques weren’t necessary. These techniques definitely work for me though and will be deployed again in the future. Sex isn’t just for fun and babies.

Lockdown Lewdness

5 June 2020 /

I know some people are having trouble through the lockdown because of being separated from partners. My heart really goes out to them, as I would be crawling up the wall. But luckily, my husband and Victoria are both with me, so there is plenty of sex and kinkiness available.

Both of them are working from home and full-time hours, and I spend time doing bits and pieces for my temporary role, but other than that, during the working day, I am mostly in my secretary guise, helping them both make time for sex and kink during the day by doing what I can to help them. Not one of those “at work” fucks has used the bed; all have been office-type positions that really reinforced the office sex dynamic. That has meant lots of sex bent over their desks and other positions, like sitting on his lap facing away from him with his cock inside me, his hands on my tits and me typing on the computer in front of me whilst he fucks me. The fun thing about positions like that is that he will check my typing afterwards and spank me for either being inaccurate or too slow. Either way, my ass knows about it.

In fact, since spanking is an important part of the secretary scenario, my ass has been spanked every single working day of the lockdown. Ow. As I’ve been doing work for both of them, they’ve both been spanking me, and sometimes multiple times in the day. Double ow. I love it though. I thought it might get boring, but it hasn’t, and I am loving all the spanking and the clothed sex and displaying that is going on.

Vicki’s ass isn’t getting away without being spanked though. He’s been finding things to spank her for, anything from being too loud in phone calls to licking my cunt too much to not licking my cunt enough to leaving a mess for me to clear up (that last two I get to spank her for).

As well as actual sex and spanking, there has been a lot of groping, flashing, displaying, hands up skirts and masturbating, and bending down to pick things up from boxes on the floor. There have even been some clothed tit-fucks, with one of us undoing our blouse to allow him to put his cock between our tits whilst still mostly being dressed for the office. That meant that for the rest of the working day, one of us was wearing a cum necklace.

We had to be careful with the timings of any activity that produces a visible result (like a cum necklace) or wearing something too see-through, as we’ve all been doing a lot of video conferences (like most people still working through lockdown have).

When it became clear they would both still be working they decided to establish a video conference position, a comfortable position with clear walls behind. Vicki made it clear that for her VCs, she intended to make them more exciting by being naked from the waist down, and tests of the VC showed that her work blouses didn’t look any more see-through on video than they actually were in real life.

I suggested, almost as a bit of a joke, that she should do her VCs on the queening chair, as it could be set as a good upright seating position and had a clear wall behind it. My husband found a table that was the right height for the laptop, and they did some on camera tests, and it worked really well. We then tested someone being in the underneath position on the queening chair, and you couldn’t be seen. So, the first VC that Vicki had, I was licking her cunt the entire time (and boy did that VC go on). I was careful to not get her so excited that she would cum, but nevertheless, she had a smile of her face for the whole VC. I heard someone say how bright and cheery she looked, and they had no idea why. When the VC finished, she closed the laptop and I took her that last step to orgasm, and it really didn’t take long.

So, the queening chair became the VC position, and we all did every work VC naked from the waist down. Sometimes, there was someone in the underneath position and sometimes we were penetrated by butt plugs, dildos, or double penetration dildos. My husband bought a couple of identical double penetration dildos especially. Each one has sizable realistic cocks for filling an ass and a cunt simultaneously, joined under the perineum, but they were carefully selected to allow us to sit down and work with our holes filled. He often had us both loaded with them at the same time, and sometimes bent us both over the desk and swapped them between us, so the one coated in my cunt juices and warm from my ass was put into Vicki’s cunt and ass and vice versa.

In another attempt to spice up the VCs, Vicki decided that when her clothes allowed, she would do VCs with her nipple clamps or suckers in place. Doing the VCs without a bra made her tits move in a sexy way and improved her mood no end.

Another tactic to make VCs more interesting was to be distractions by making out and fucking on the far side of the office in their eye line. Vicki and I did it first, and we had to muffle our screams in a cushion. One of our favourite positions was me sitting in a chair with my strap-on dildo buried in Vicki’s cunt as she sat on me, and fucked herself with it, with me holding on to her tits for balance and the rubbing tormenting my clit, all angled so that he could see everything. He was very distracted in those VCs.

My husband often distracted Vicki too, one of her favourites being for him to use my spreader bar to keep my legs apart and bending me over the desk, climbing on and driving his cock downwards into my ass, with my cunt on full display in her direction and her being able to see his cock emerging and then impaling my ass. Vicki was often very distracted too.

There was one particular VC where my husband was getting really stressed and wound up beforehand. So, to relax him, I pegged him for a bit bent over his desk, and then at the appropriate time, I took the harness off, and arranged him on the queening chair with his large dildo still inside his ass, and the harness folded so as to be comfortable for him to sit on. Then, for the entire meeting, Vicki gently sucked on his cock, only getting him hard and making him cum once the VC was over. After I shared her mouthful of cum, I reloaded myself into the harness (all without removing his dildo, which is harder than it sounds) and finished off my pegging. I had my rolling orgasms twice, so I was a very satisfied girl too.

To be honest, it is amazing any work gets done at all. But despite all the sex play and kink, lots of work is done, and on a particularly busy afternoon where we were all working flat out, he did something that rekindled a kink that we hadn’t done much of lately, something we are now doing regularly again, something that is as good as ever. All he did was to tell me that we had so much to do before his deadline that I didn’t have time to go for a piss and that I would have to hold it……

A Cottage, A Rug and A Paula (Part Two)

29 May 2020 /

My tongue was getting tired, but Paula was so close to cumming, I had to persevere. That last little kick seemed to take forever, and she started rocking her hips to give my tongue a hand, and her reward for this rocking was a shuddering orgasm, which I prolonged by doing short bursts of quick flicks with my tongue. I licked up some of her cum, and then gave way to my husband who gently finished cleaning her up. For the first time since I’d known her, she looked deliriously happy.

He got up off the floor and went and sat in the chair facing her and the fire, as she lay there with her eyes closed, bare cunt on display.

After a short while, she opened her eyes and sat up, raising her arms and removing her dress completely. She had a matching bra to go with her tiny panties. The bra was clearly struggling to cage her 30FF tits as she was still heavily breathing.

I handed her the glass of wine, and she was clearly enjoying the sensation of the rug on her ass. For the next twenty minutes, they were telling me stories of their fucking. All quite vanilla compared to the kink we get up to, but it was clear they were great for each other at the time.

Paula was saying how she loved the way his cock got so hard that he could probe in the area of her cunt, and he would eventually enter her hands free. I said he could still do that, and her face lit up.

She put her left hand into the right cup of her bra and pulled her tit up over the top of the cup, then did the same with her right hand and her left tit. That is the blow job position he trained me in right from the first blow job I gave him. She looked at him expectantly, and he obliged by getting up, undoing his trousers and dropping them to the floor. She was surprised he wasn’t wearing pants, until I told her he did it for me so that I could get easy access to his cock.

She thought it made sense, and beckoned him her way, grasping around his cock with one hand and rolling his balls in her other hand. She was being quite rough with his balls and was running her hand with thumb and forefinger in a circle tight round his shaft from behind his glans to his balls. His cock had jumped to attention, and she slipped his glans into her mouth and then started rocking forward, sliding her mouth down his shaft right behind her fingers and whilst squeezing and twisting his balls.

As her mouth got more and more frantic, his balls got more and more twisted until on one outward stroke, her motion carried on and she rolled back to the rug and spread her legs wide, her feet hanging in mid-air.

He dropped to his knees, leant over her and probed at her cunt with his rock-hard cock, and then on one such probe, his glans disappeared from view. He smiled wickedly and her eyes widened, as he made small rocking motions out and larger motions in, and soon, he was balls deep in her cunt and she was crying out from his size.

The hem of my skirt was up round my waist, and I was playing with my cunt. I was avoiding touching my clit too often as I didn’t want to cum too early. My eyes were fixed on his cock as he started his long strokes in and out. Each time he drove in, she let out a little yelp. He leant back on his heels a little, meaning his arms weren’t holding his weight any more, and this allowed him to grab on to her tits. His motion backwards and forwards, twisting her tits with every stroke, and her expression turned from surprise to gritty determination. She breathlessly told him to stick with that movement and her moans got louder and louder.

I started including my clit in a figure of eight movement, as I thought she was close to cumming, and I thought I’d get closer and try to time my orgasm with hers. She gritted her teeth as he was obviously perfectly rubbing her cunt as she needed it, whilst still twisting her tits.

Her cries got really loud as I tried to muffle mine, and within a few more moments, her body started jolting and shuddering as it gave way to another orgasm. He kept the relentless rhythm for a few more seconds and I focussed solely on my clit. He slammed into her cunt, stayed deeply buried and unloaded his cum deep inside her. I yelled out, closed my eyes, did circular motions on my clit (missing a few out occasionally) and prolonged my orgasm as much as I could.

When I had stopped, I removed my hand from my cunt, and opened my eyes to find them both looking at me and my exposed cunt with big smiles. Paula looked at my husband and said that she had never tasted cunt before and asked if he thought now would be a good time to start. Thankfully he absolutely did, so I stripped off as she sat up and removed the bra from under her tits. Then I squatted on my knees over her face and let her tongue start work on me. Her eyes were looking straight at my tits and for someone who had never licked a cunt before, she was doing a great job. My husband’s cock, no doubt fairly limp, was still in her cunt and therefore he was behind me, so as I rode her face, my husband reached round me and grabbed my tits, making them twist slightly each time I moved. She had licked me clean of cum but was now focussing mostly on my clit. What with that and the tit twisting, it wasn’t long before I was cumming again and covering her face with sticky juices. I let her clean my cunt up with her tongue for a while, then I moved off her and leant down to clean off her face and then had a nice long tonguy cunt-tasting kiss.

Once we’d stopped kissing, my husband said she needed something nice and gentle to finish off, so he had her roll over on the rug and he held her ass cheeks apart and started licking down her crack and focussing on her asshole. After he’d done that for a while, he gave way for me to take over working her asshole with my tongue and he went up to stroke Paula’s hair. She seemed contented and almost purring.

My husband later admitted that he used to love finishing like that, but after the amount of anal he’s had lately, he really wanted to get his cock buried deep into her asshole. Anal has always been a red line with her, but I said I thought maybe one day she would try it. Maybe she needed to see me getting a big fat cock ploughing into my asshole to make her want it. Still, that was all for next time, and I was sure there would be a next time.

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