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The Look In Her Eyes (Part Two)

14 December 2025 / / 0 Comments

I was longing to get access to Lisa’s cunt, having realised I had something for her years ago but didn’t do anything about it at the time. But now, for the first time, we had kissed and she had sucked my nipples, and in returning the favour, I had remembered she said that she orgasmed harder having her nipples twisted and pulled. So, I did that, and her body responded. But I needed her cunt and whispered to her so get me access to it.

Her arms went down to her tiny denim shorts and began scrabbling with the button, with all the precision of a panicking slut on heat. I heard the zip get pulled down and then her hands moved away from her crotch.

Sitting slightly to her right, I put my right hand to her belly and then slid it down her skin to the open waistband and burrowed my fingers inside her panties. I felt my middle finger touch her clit, which made her jump a little. I pulled my hand back and then put my other hand round her body onto the top of her ass, to hold her in position as I touched her clit again. Her body tried to jump but got nowhere.

I started rubbing her cunt from above, my three fingers running all down the length of her cunt lips, the middle one just slightly penetrating her on the way up and down; barely anything, but I could feel her moistness. I was rhythmic, slow, deliberate, and I had her hips moving a little in time with my fingers. Her breathing was short and sometimes it caught in her throat.

Her body was no longer trying to escape my fingers, so my hand on her ass stared groping and pawing at her covered ass, all the time keeping perfect rhythm with my fingers. Then, without stopping either hand movement, I leant in to get a nipple. It was just out of reach, but realising what I wanted, Lisa picked up her tit and held it for my mouth. I touched her nipple again with my tongue, her nipple was rock solid, much to my joy. I imagined it was her clit, and swirled my tongue round it and over it, just like I used to with Melissa.

With three points of contact, I kept this up for a while, until I could feel Lisa start to tense up a little. I lightly chewed on her nipple, until she just released it from her hand, ripping it away from my mouth. She put her hands to the sofa either side of her to brace herself, and so I moved my hand from her ass to her clit, pulling, rubbing and eventually twisting it as she really tensed up. Her noise intensified as her back started to arch, and she made those panty moans and bent forward as she started to cum.

I took both hands away from her cunt, put one to each nipple and repeated the brutal twisting thing, which made her cry out and double over harder. After only a few seconds, I put my hand back down her shorts, into her panties to her cunt and started finger fucking her, three or four fucks and then pausing, as she juddered from her orgasm.

And when she stopped juddering, I put my arms round her, pulled her to my body and just cuddled her as she recovered. I was pleased with how that orgasm went. She now knows I can make a girl cum.

We were cuddling there for ages, but eventually, the embrace broken and she just looked at me, her eyes full of wonder, her mouth simply saying “Wow” before starting to kiss me again, a tit-clashing tonguey kiss that went on for ages, the second part of which was accompanied by her hand working its way under my skirt and just rubbing my cunt lips and clit through my panties, slow, deliberate, perfection for the moment.

I think she sensed I wasn’t in any rush. She could feel from the dampness that was permeating my panties that I was enjoying this, that I was excited by this. When she felt that my panties were acceptably wet, she whispered that she needed to see my damp panties, putting her other hand to the zip at the back of my skirt and pulling it down. Not wanting to break contact with her fingers on my cunt, I lifted my hip enough and tugged at my skirt to release it from my ass.

But she did break contact with her fingers to pull my skirt completely down depositing it in a heap on the floor. She then sat admiring the way my panties were sculpted to the shape on my cunt. She said it looked so fucking sexy. She didn’t leave my cunt too long without finger attention though, rubbing it in patterns, with only every fifth rub going over my panty covered clit.

My cunt was so slick, my panties literally stuck to me by my own juices. She leant in and kissed my panty-covered clit, which was getting bigger and harder all the time. As she moved her head away again, she closed her eyes and inhaled the pungent fragrance of my cunt.

Commenting that it smelt divine, she put a hand to each side of my panties and pulled them free, the back coming easily away from my ass, the front needing to be peeled off my cunt. With one hand, she recommenced the finger rubbing of my sticky cunt, with the other, she held my panties to her nose to smell, and then later to her mouth, where she licked my sticky juices off the inside of my panties. I almost came from the rubbing and how much she was enjoying my juices, but she slowed down her finger rubbing, easing me back off the orgasm, with a look that said “Not yet”.

She leant in to kiss me again, her mouth tasting of my cunt, her fingers still rhythmically ploughing their furrow. When she backed off from the kiss, my lips moved to follow, but she stopped me moving, and instead lowered her head to my tits, taking my right nipple in her mouth and working it with her tongue, sucking, rolling her tongue round it, occasionally clamping down with her teeth. That tit work was going straight to my clit, which was already throbbing and was getting worse with each squeeze of her teeth.

And once she’d given my nipples a good work over, she adjusted her position slightly, both hands to my cunt and changed what she was doing. The hand that had been working my tits simply parted my cunt lips, making my pink juicy hole and clit visible, making them feel cold from the gentle breeze in the room. The hand that had been working my lips was then used to penetrate me, first with two fingers, and then with three. Long slow deliberate strokes, rubbing the underside of my clit every time, and those slow strokes speeding up very gradually. She was having an effect, my hips were rocking, she had me near cumming. She was enjoying this.

Relentlessly Cumming Carla (Part Three)

6 November 2025 / / 0 Comments

Carla was cumming hard, a vigorous anal cowgirl fuck, together with my finger brushing her clit with every stroke, made her cum again. Carla had cum a lot this night, and in my evil genius brain, she was to cum more. I’d cum more than her last night, so it was my chance to repay her.

Once she had finished cumming, she slumped in my arms, the dildo popping out of her ass and resting in her ass crack. She was really out of breath and needed to recover. She’d need all her remaining energy for what I had planned.

Still wearing the strap-on, I set up the fucking machine, this time to work horizontally. I had the same two dildos, arranged so she would be on her hands and knees in a doggy type position and fucked by the machine in both cunt and ass. To keep her in position, I put myself by her face and filled her mouth with the dildo, fresh from her own asshole. Turning the machine on, her body was doing small swings, enough to snap her tits backwards and forwards, enough to be face fucked by the strap-on, enough to be fucked by the moving finger and thumb dildo in her cunt and the static one in her asshole (although it did feel like it was moving as her body was moving and it wasn’t).

And there she stayed, being fucked three ways, with me slowly increasing the speed of the fucking machine. As she did to me, I stroked her hair, as if to comfort her and distract from the ever present pounding, and I really upped my filth talking game, telling her what a filthy slut she was to have a dirty dildo in her mouth, and dildos in her cunt and ass that hadn’t been cleaned from being in my cunt and ass, telling her that was properly dirty and how only a really nasty dirty girl would do such a thing. It was those words that seemed to start her cumming again, and I used the remote control to up the pace a little. She must have been tiring by now, her tits must have been getting painful from all the swinging by now, her asshole must be getting sore from all the penetration by now, and yet she kept going, like a good slut would. God I loved her.

As she tipped over to another orgasm, I increased the speed again, and found myself thinking about Rose. She was ovulating, horny as fuck and needed a rampant cock, and I just knew my husband would deliver, just as I was delivering on my promise to be brutal to Carla, particularly her asshole and those poor swinging tits.

And every time I spoke filth and verbally denied her an orgasm, she came almost instantly, such was her frenzy, such was the power of my voice. I lost track of how many times the poor girl came, but it was a lot. Eventually, I took pity on her and turned the machine off, removing the dildo from her mouth and pulling her off the machine’s dildos, and slumping with her on the nearby sofa, cuddling her, making her feel loved as well as fucked.

When she recovered a little, she leant in to kiss me, a slightly ass tasting kiss borne of love.

We didn’t make it up to bed that night, we rested slumped on the sofa in each other’s arms. I was exhausted and so was Carla. The second night of our harness would have to wait.

Carla awoke to my fingers at her cunt again, rubbing her clit, penetrating knuckle deep, starting her towards another orgasm. In her dazed still slightly asleep state, she protested. But I told her to take it like a girl and that she’d end up cumming as much as I wanted her to, not as much as she wanted to. Realising her plight, and how she was, at that moment, totally at my mercy, she simply confirmed OK, and tipped her head back, her lips just opening slightly as my wanking her started to have an effect. It didn’t take her long to cum again, her not really putting up any resistance. After cumming a second time, I slowed my fingers down and whispered what I wanted her to do.

She moved away from my fingers, arranging my cunt lips and hers and lowered her cunt to touch mine, our cunt lips touching, our clits touching, and then she started moving her body, our cunts rubbing, our clits nudging, our flaps twisting. Those little movements, cunt contact filled with love, began building up orgasms in both of us. As I was near, I almost threatened her that she wouldn’t want to see the consequences of stopping before either of us came. She laughed, and sped up. She had stamina, that girl. Made up for my lack of stamina really.

Cunt manipulating cunt brought orgasms alternately for us. We could both feel the stickiness around our cunts from our combined juices, and that just spurred us on more, with more and more sticky cunt juices sprayed over our cunt rubbing partner. On and on she went, until, eventually, we had no more girl cum to give, and we cuddled until it was time to return me to my husband, who promptly licked both our cunts clean again as he did the day before.

Just as Carla was about to leave, the assistant barman arrived with my bra, big piles of male cum in each cup, and he insisted I put it on, the cum oozing all round my nipples and the fleshiest parts of my tits. I had to wear it all day. He’d be checking. My husband suggested I needed a little exercise, as cum warmed by exercise became particularly fragrant and even more sticky than usual. The barman approved of the plan, and he was going to make Carla do the same tomorrow, and then spend the night serving in the pub with hers on. An evil plan, and one my husband suggested would bring about a visit to the pub again.

Carla suggested he was trying to get his bonus for increased sales by slutting the barmaid out, but he countered suggesting that she didn’t need his help to slut herself out. Even she conceded that was true, and they both had a grope of my bra and cum covered tits before she and the barman left.

My husband turned the heating up to make me sweat, to get my tits hot and therefore heating up the cum. I have to admit the way the bra stuck to my tits with a load of sticky man cum was very sexy, and he fucked me a number of times, each time on my back with his hands squeezing at my caged tits, making the cum ooze round them. I didn’t think I’d be able to cum much after the day before, but the sexiness of the situation made it feel easy.

I thought with all the free-use. I’d reached peak cumming, peak orgasm, but Carla and the barman showed I had even more cumming in me. My body is crap at some things, but it’s fucking brilliant at cumming. The more I orgasm, the more I need to orgasm, and with Carla and the barman, I have two more people who will happily make me cum.

Disciplining The Maid (Part Two)

5 October 2025 / / 0 Comments

Here I was role-playing the maid with my husband as the exasperated employer. I was on all fours in the wet room bathroom, my ass and cunt very much on show and my tits hanging either side of the apron. In that exposed and vulnerable position, he had masturbated me to the edge of an orgasm.

I was so close to cumming when he stopped, which meant that I was frustrated and trying to find a reason to stop scrubbing for the second time. I was trying to give him more reasons to spank me anyway, more reasons for extra strokes, and my arms were starting to tire.

A gentle throb of my bladder gave me the next move, so in amongst the scrubbing, I squeezed out a small amount of piss. This wasn’t going to be a long hard stream – I hadn’t worked up to that, but I did have a few squeezes of piss to get out, and it had the effect I wanted. He started moaning about how filthy I was, how unprofessional it was to just piss instead of asking to use the toilet, how a maid was meant to make the place cleaner and not dirtier, and all during the rant, I did occasional piss spurts, being careful to not just let the piss I had go. I had to make it last, and these small spurts were quite dramatic.

At one point, he put his hand over my cunt to “stop” me, so obviously, I did a piss squirt onto his hand. He wiped my piss from his hand over my ass cheek, then repeated it with the other hand too. Then he stopped me scrubbing, turned me round and then pushed my face down to the wetness from my piss and make me lick it up. My tits were dragging on the floor as I moved across the floor licking up any piss I could see. I have to admit it did feel so degrading, a feeling I had started to rather enjoy in recent months.

Once he was happy with the piss situation, he had me back on all fours without moving, and went behind me, reaching over my ass from my side and opening my piss flaps with his fingers. He then told me to piss properly, and as I started to do so, he started using his fingers to masturbate me again.

Now, if any of you have ever tried to piss whilst being masturbated, you’ll know how hard it is to achieve. When, after about a minute, I hadn’t really pissed a lot, he took a hand away and pressed on my bladder. That worked, and despite the masturbation, I was steadily pissing, and when I was empty of piss, I started to feel the effects of the masturbation, and he carried on building me towards an orgasm I assumed would be callously denied me. I was wrong. He just masturbated me straight through my orgasm, not breaking rhythm for a moment, almost treating my cumming like it was an irrelevance, and that whatever my body did, he wasn’t going to change his actions, actions that gave me another massive orgasm, so turned on I was that his unbreaking rhythm kept it going for ages.

And then randomly, at some point after my orgasm, he stopped, got up and washed his hands. Then he made me, his slutty pissy orgasm whore, just get up and stand there, this time telling me not to adjust my attire. He wanted me covered in piss, my tits held apart by the gathered up apron running between them, my hair in a hell of a state and my skirt not sitting properly, so it was even shorter than it usually is. I was a hell of a sight.

He ordered me downstairs to the kitchen to discuss other issues he made with the maid’s work and what corrective action may be appropriate. My spanking was getting nearer.

When we got into the kitchen, he moaned about a number of things, before running a sink full of warm soapy water. I stood in front of it and put a couple of plates in it, but he put his hand in the small of my back and folded me over, my tits (which were still separate by the apron) dipping into the water.

He lined himself up behind me, his free hand releasing his cock, and nudged his glans against my very moist cunt lips. I love this position anyway, but the separation and apron made it feel particularly naughty. Once he pushed his cock into my cunt, he started moaning about how I’m a shit cleaner, and how the only thing I’m useful for is for him to fuck, so he might as well get his money’s worth. This was a fairly hard, fairly quick, fairly anonymous fuck, with absolutely no love involved – just a maid being fucked by her annoyed boss. Thoroughly in keeping with the scenario, he kept a hand on my back to keep my tits in the water, whilst using my cunt entirely for his pleasure. Not that I cared – I’d already cum a few times, and I really wanted to feel his cum spraying inside me, and given what had happened, that didn’t take long to happen.

He withdrew straight after he came and ordered me to remain place with my tits in the water until he had decided what to do to me. I knew what was coming. It was just a matter of how and for how long.

My answer came soon enough, as I heard a kitchen chair scrape against the floor. He told me to stand up and get over his lap, which I did, my foam cover water soaked tits hanging to the left of his legs, my ass pointing skywards to the right, in perfect position for his hand to be used. He told me it was almost as if I was deliberately shit so as to get a spanking or to get his attention. I started saying a defence, but a single sharp spank stopped me mid-sentence. He told me no more time for excuses, and no more time for little punishments, that he’d been too lenient with me before and that was not happening again.

And so, he started, spanking me with his hand, and then moving on to a paddle. I struggled a bit to get a few more strokes, and he was telling me which of my issues each batch of strokes were for.

He’s good at judging when my ass needs a break, so he stopped at just the right time and then put his hand between my legs, noting how slick my cunt was and vowing to add a few more strokes for me enjoying it, then he masturbated me to yet another orgasm.

Once I’d recovered a little from cumming, he started paddling me again, adding that this batch was for my disobedience and insolence, and telling me this would be longer and harder than the punishment for my poor performance, as my disobedience and insolence were wilful. I totally lost track of the strokes, but as usual, I loved every single one, my cunt getting more and more slick the more he paddled me. And finally, he used a small paddle to apply five strokes to my cunt, my clit feeling the brunt of the force, and then as he turned me over, he roughly grabbed each tit and applied the small paddle to each nipple twice.

Then he ordered the maid to fuck off before his wife got back and told her he assumed that she would get the message from her punishments this time. Oh, I’m certain she wouldn’t!

Disciplining The Maid (Part One)

25 September 2025 / / 0 Comments

I snapped the last large metal clip from my suspender belt onto the top of my stocking, and then stood up to adjust them all so that my stockings lay correctly on my leg, the black seams dead straight down the back of my legs. Once they were perfect, I pulled the white frilly underskirt and short black skirt up over my ass, sitting them in place on my waist.

My husband told me as he left the house that I needed to get that maid around that evening, as he needed to have words about the standards of her work. She’ll be here tonight when he turns up. I picked up the black top with the big hole in front for my tits to hang through, and pulled it over my head, pulling it down and tucking it into the waistband of the skirt. I had to arrange that as well, so it sat flat on my skin, my tits swinging freely and perfectly framed. I tied the white apron round my waist, the bottom part over my skirt and the top up over my shoulders, barely covering my naked tits. The fabric of the apron rubbing on my nipples generally made them hard enough that the nipples could catch on the seam of the apron and therefore be loosely held in place, at least until a violent movement happened that would free them from their apron covering.

I checked the side boob presentation and loved what I saw – massive tits seemingly defying gravity with gorgeous curves tantalisingly displayed. I finally fitted the white maid’s cap (pinned into my hair) and I was ready to go.

The way this scenario usually worked was that he showed the maid what she was doing wrong, spanked her whilst masturbating her and finally fucked her, before sending her home to think about what she’d done. It was fun, but I decided I wanted to step it up.

He was so brilliant playing the annoyed employer role that I decided to push him a little and see where he went. So, all dressed up, I was poised at the window waiting for his car to draw up. I had a plan, a plan that I hoped would mean my poor ass being spanked far beyond normal, once again taking one for the team. I had to admit the waiting was making me increasingly horny, and I was so ready to go when he finally arrived.

I wanted my fingers to smell of my cunt, so all the time I was waiting, I was wanking, dipping my fingers as far into my cunt as I could, and rubbing all inside and up to my clit, alternating hands so they both had the aroma of my cunt. I was careful to not get too close to cumming, but maintained a nice steady wank that was keeping me constantly horny.

As he pulled up, I arranged myself on the chaise, my back up the corner so my legs were spread wide, with me leaning back and masturbating with my eyes closed. He opened the door and was almost immediately indignant. After all, he was paying this maid by the hour, and he wasn’t paying her to wank.

Usually after his first moan, the maid is all demure and apologetic, but part of my stepping it up involved the maid becoming more mouthy. So, I told him I needed to masturbate several times a shift to keep my focus on cleaning. Without, I’d drift along and not get anything done. That didn’t soothe him, and he grabbed my hands from my cunt, inhaled the smell of my juices from them, pulled them up over my head with one hand by my wrists, and then placed his other hand directly to my cunt. He started roughly working his hand into my cunt, alternating with squeezing and pulling on my clit. I knew this wouldn’t take long – I was already hyped up and my cunt was already sensitive from all the finger working, so his hard and fast masturbation got me to the edge of orgasm very quickly.

Then he slowed right down, meanly keeping me right on the edge, my body bending upwards to his touch. After a short while of that, he muttered something about getting this over with so we can get back on to the job in hand of my cleaning performance, and then resumed the vigorous finger fucking. It was a matter of seconds before I came, and his little shuddering hand movements extended my orgasm a fair bit.

I must have had a smile on my face after I’d cum, as he said about this being nothing to smile about and that I was in deep deep trouble. He took his hand off my cunt, and I could feel the cold air drifting over it. I didn’t move. I awaited his instruction to get up, which eventually came after he moaned for a while about how he wished he’d employed a decent cleaner rather than a slut that likes to masturbate instead of clean, moaning whilst looking at my exposed slick cunt.

He was in full flow as the exasperated employer, and believe me, he had much to be exasperated about. He told me to straighten my uniform, saying how on earth could I keep a house straight if I couldn’t even keep my uniform straight. I straightened the skirt as much as I could, and realised my right tit had come out from behind the apron, so I put that away, catching the nipple on the seam of the apron in an almost pointless attempt to hold the tit in place. With this apron, that was a losing battle, and one I knew very much turned him on.

He directed me upstairs, and followed me closely behind, his eyes looking up my skirt as I climbed the stairs, fixed at the amazing view of my ass and cunt from underneath the wholly inadequate skirt.

Once at the top, he directed me into the wet room bathroom, onto my knees in front of the shower, then onto all fours with my upper body where the water would land, my revealed ass and cunt very much on show and my hanging tits straining against the fabric of the apron. In that very exposed position, he berated the quality of my cleaning work and told me to get the scrubbing brush he had put beside me and to get scrubbing.

After a few scrubs, he told me to put my back into it, meaning of course that what he actually wanted was to see my 34H tits swinging violently from side to side. They were very soon both outside the apron (one either side) and snapping backwards and forwards with each stroke. I did that for a bit and then stopped, looking round at him.

He moaned that I had stopped, before sarcastically suggesting that I needed another wank to be able to carry on, and then grabbing at my already exposed cunt and starting another finger fuck, unrelenting and hard, getting me on the edge of another orgasm in no time. Just as my body started to move to his rhythm, he stopped and ordered me back to scrubbing, rearranging himself to look at my swinging tits and exposed cunt again whilst leaving me frustrated as I was so close to cumming.

I admit that what I did next was guided by frustration rather than by some sort of grand plan. I was trying to give him more reasons to spank me, more reasons for extra strokes, and to be fair, it worked superbly. He should have let me cum. What I was about to do was totally his fault.

His Late Night Chat Girl (Part Three)

10 May 2025 /

Louise had her head on my now husband’s chest, laying on his chest hair in the gap between the sides of his shirt. All Louise had on were her seamed hold-ups. And a contented smile, from him making her cum twice. No one had ever done that. It had exhausted her. He could exhaust her that way any time, every time.

They snuggled there for some time, his hand firmly holding a tit, gripping it like it’s existence depended on it, owning it. She liked him owning her tit. She had another one for him to own too, she didn’t want it to be left out. But in the meantime, she was working out her next move. She was absolutely going to feel his warm sticky cum coating the inside of her cunt. She owed it to her cunt. She owed it to him.

At what she thought was the right moment, after what she thought was an acceptable amount of time of cuddling him and basking in her orgasmic glow, she put her hand to his now uncovered cock and started rubbing at it. It wasn’t totally soft, and it didn’t take long for it to get hard again.

He got the idea, and he was so pleased she wanted more. He really wanted to cum in her, really wanted to stake his claim to her cunt. And this one and done girl is doing to have to get used to this, him making her cum several times before he did.

He knew what he needed to finish him off, and so rolled her off him and onto her back, lying on several pairs of her worn panties. He moved himself to be kneeling between her legs, and lifted her legs up, parting her feet and pushing the front of her thighs back towards her tits. She had a seductive smile on her face as he lined his cock up with her cunt, which was so slick from her previous orgasms that it accepted his cock easily. He leant on her legs, her feet sticking up over his shoulders, enabling his cock to drive even deeper into her cunt. She could feel the rubbing, she could feel her arousal already.

She had a running commentary in her head. She wasn’t allowed to cum until he was ready. It was going to be hard though, as he was rubbing inside her cunt with his glans, a repetitive movement that really stimulated those perfect spots inside her cunt, and so deep at times. But, with her mind so focussed from such an early stage on delaying her orgasm, she had it under control and settled in for a long slow filling fuck. His cock was huge by now, and because her legs were taking his weight, he had both hands free to work her tits, to squeeze and grope them, being a bit rough with them, something it turned out she was enjoying. But maybe it was him, maybe she’d enjoy anything he did to her.

He saw that gritted teeth look on her face, the look of someone settled in for the long haul, someone who knew she had a fight on her hands to hold back another orgasm, but someone with the power to squeeze the cum out of his cock with her cunt muscles, to milk him relentlessly until he had no more cum to give. His rhythmic fucking only lasted so long, before he started to feel the orgasm welling up inside him. Louise realised this shortly afterwards, and really increased her cunt squeezing on his cock. She could see in his face that he was losing control, that he was near, so she didn’t stop, and neither did she hold back. She had been so near to cumming for the third time for over fifteen minutes. When she released, it soon came, another monster orgasm, this time her clamping down on his cock resulted in him cumming, in him spraying his cum all over the inside of her cunt. He kept pumping and pumping, giving her exactly what she wanted – his cum, loads of it, coating the walls of her cunt. There was so much of it, and she loved every throb, every pump, every drop.

When he stopped moving, stopped twitching and convulsing, his cock was fully inside her. She had never been penetrated so deeply, never had so much cum from a man, never cum so much herself. They stayed there until his cock shrank out of her cunt, and then she manoeuvred herself so that she lay on his chest the other way and he instinctively grabbed her other tit, owning it like he owned the first one he gripped.

And they both went to sleep in that position, on her single bed, and when she awoke the following morning, she still only had her seamed stockings on and he still had that iron grip on her tit. She lay there, wondering where this would go next. He was a great fuck, and she thought she held her own, thought she hadn’t disgraced herself.

She knew Kate was drifting away from him. That new boyfriend was looming and she was likely to want to stop the fucking. Louise wanted to ensure she was next cunt in line. Louise and my now husband both only had a few months of classes left, then exams, and then that was it. And she knew she wasn’t in love with him. She just wanted first dibs on his cock, she just wanted every drop of cum he produced. She had until he woke up to decide what to do next. But that might be any moment. It was exciting, it was exhilarating, it was nerve wracking. This wasn’t natural territory for her. She was normally much quieter, someone who hid in the corner. She knew she was pretty, but she wasn’t confident. That was her main problem.

What went through her head was to fake the confidence, to just take what she wanted, and wait for him to complain. She had no idea what in reality that meant, but he started rousing and the iron grip on her tit loosened slightly. His finger marks were embossed on the tit and she felt the blood rushing back into it.

She clambered round on the bed, put her legs either side of his head, and lowered her cunt to his mouth. Almost on instinct, his tongue touched her wet cunt, gently licking at her outer folds. His eyes, which were blinking open, were aimed straight up past her tits to her face, locking on to her eyes. She felt her body starting to move with his tongue, riding it like she was riding a horse.

He let her ride his tongue for a while, reaching up to grab her tits and pull and squeeze them, her movements twisting them in his hands, in a slightly painful but cunt tingling way. He knew she liked it, her noises and face gave it away. He obviously decided that she had started moving too much, as he released her tits from their suffering and locked his hands over the front of her thighs, meaning she couldn’t get away from deeper penetration by his tongue. She couldn’t move a millimetre. She felt moisture starting to be emitted from her tongue-worked cunt as soon as he started flicking the tip of his tongue over her clit.

She lifted her arms up and pulled her hair back behind her head. From his view, her arms were perfectly framing her wobbling 30GG tits, making his view even more exquisite. His tongue was having the desired effect and was getting her close to cumming yet again.

And then he stopped. He released her thighs and put his hands under her ass to lift her off. She looked down in confusion, her face almost pouty, but saw his cock bouncing at half hardness, and soon got the idea, and a sly smile.

She knelt down in between his legs and put his glans to her lips, gently kissing the end of it. It immediately improved in rigidity. Making an ‘O’ shape with her mouth, she slid his entire length into her mouth, his glans then nudging at the back of her throat. After quite a few bobs of her head, she withdrew his cock and started using her tongue on the underside, licking around the end and sucking him in. His cock was getting harder by the second, but soon too, she stopped, sliding her mouth off his hard cock, then clambering back onto the bed, she lined his cock up with her cunt, then slowly lowered her cunt onto it.

She was back in Cowgirl again, but this time, they were both a lot closer to cumming, and indeed, they did cum in quick succession within 5 minutes, well before her muscles tired.

With her cunt full of his cum again, they kissed, a long lingering tonguey kiss, and he threw his clothes on, made himself look presentable and left. They both had lectures that morning, and she’d attend hers with his cum filling her cunt, she’d attend hers smelling of sex. That was amazing. She was always so jealous of those sluts who went to their lectures smelling of sex, advertising they’d been fucked not long before the class. Now she was one of them, and she fucking loved it. Her task now she realised was to make sure it was her he was fucking for the rest of the term. She so wanted to smell of sex at each lecture, to have her cunt filled with his cum at each lecture. He’d awoken her inner slut, wanting to be ridden hard, wanting to be his cum depository. He’s awoken her outer slut too, wanting to broadcast how recently she’d been fucked to her fellow students, like they’d been doing since she got to university. She wanted to leave people in no doubt about her getting the fuckings she deserved. It was her time now, and she had a short few months to make the most of it.

All she needed to do was to make him fuck her every day, maybe two or three times a day. Whatever he wanted. She really wanted him to wear out her cunt, tits and mouth. Her brain was working overdrive how to achieve it, so much so that she left for her lectures without putting any of those dozens of pairs of panties on, and she was already nearly dripping. As she walked across campus, she felt like screaming “Look at me, my cunt’s dripping cum.” She didn’t. She thought better of it. But she loved the feeling. Really emphasised she’d been properly fucked only a few minutes ago. Made her feel like a proper slut.

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