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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.

The Look In Her Eyes (Part Three)

Lisa held my cunt lips open, making my cunt and clit feel a cool breeze. She had three fingers going into my cunt, full length strokes rubbing the underside of my clit, and she was speeding up very gradually.

My hips were moving, showing her I was heading towards cumming. Keen to make me cum, she moved her thumb, so that each time her three fingers drove into my cunt, her thumb rubbed and squashed my clit. My moaning went up a notch, my orgasm built quickly, and Lisa was focussed, but smug.

And very soon, my orgasm washed over me. She stopped with her fingers, then did group of three drives in and out (and three clit rubs). The effect was to milk my orgasm, extend me cumming, make me shake under her control. And then just as my orgasm subsided, she began with three fingers and her thumb attacking my clit again. She didn’t give me even a moment’s rest, after dragging my orgasm out of me and extending it for as long as she could.

I both desperately wanted her to stop (because everything was so sensitive) and yet I really didn’t want it to stop, as I didn’t want her to have any excuse not to do this again. I gritted my teeth, with a determination she could see. Her finger fucking was getting quicker now, my whole cunt was screaming stop, and yet I overrode it, and magically, it suddenly stopped feeling sensitive and started feeling wonderful again. The speed with which she was finger fucking me could only be described as frantic, and yet it was building slowly. My cunt was making the bitch work for it.

But eventually, the speed built up there and suddenly, and almost a shock to me, I came, very very hard. She did the three shudders move again, extending my orgasm, but this time, once I’d finished cumming, she stopped.

I was totally exhausted and snuggled into her, her putting the fingers she worked my cunt with to my mouth, feeding me my own juices.

And then, as we went to sleep in each other’s arms, we each put a hand to the other’s cunt, a couple of fingers inserted in each one, not moving, but connecting.

We only slept for an hour. It was afternoon after all. When we awoke, our fingers were still inserted in each other’s cunt. Looking into each other’s eyes, we both had the same idea and started gently masturbating each other. Then we talked. She was still here for a few months. She wanted to cram in as much fucking as possible, create as many memories as possible. I added make each other cum as much as possible, as hard as possible. We both agreed.

And with that, she accelerated the speed of her fingers working my cunt. She wasn’t even touching my clit and I felt those feelings start to build in my cunt. I have to admit I stopped working hers. I was too overwhelmed by what she was doing to my cunt to be able keep a rhythm on hers. Her cunt’s time would come, it would cum.

Her finger fucking got me to the point where I felt I would need to start fighting the orgasm, and then she abruptly stopped, moved her cunt away from my stationary hand repositioned herself so that her mouth was over my cunt. She leant in, parted my cunt lips with a couple of fingers and gently kissed my clit. Remarking that she hoped my cunt tasted as good as it smells, she dived in, systematically working every millimetre of the outer flaps, my clit, and as far as she could reach inside with her tongue. She was meticulous, deliberate, focussed, and she kept me on heat, kept me close to orgasm but not stepping even an inch closer, almost edging me with her tongue. She said my cunt was delicious, but her edging of it was even more delicious. Clearly, she was in no hurry to make me cum, and what she was doing felt amazing, so neither was I.

I think her tongue was tiring, so she adjusted her position (all whilst maintaining its contact with my cunt) to one that allowed her to get a couple of fingers deep inside my cunt, whilst her tongue focussed exclusively on my clit, encircling it, swirling it, squashing it. It was a hard, fast finger fuck, which combined with her attack on my sensitive clit, got me cumming in only a few minutes. My body, shook, clenched and folded as I came, her fingers once again doing the three shudders move to pull every last second of orgasm out of me. She did it again, making me cum to her demand.

It was her turn next, but I needed some cuddle time to recover. I lay in her arms, head nuzzling a 36H tit, fingers gently stroking her cunt folds. It sounded like she was purring, so I carried that on for quite a while.

When I was ready to fuck her again, I lifted my head and rolled her over. I pulled apart her ass cheeks and started licking up and down her ass crack, focussing on her ass pucker each time I passed over, pushing against it with my tongue each and every time. She was making pleasurable moans on every ass pucker lick. Keen to taste her cunt juices, I licked down past her ass crack and over her perineum to the very lower edge of her cunt, then back up to her asshole. Each time I got close to her cunt, her body moved to try to get me to touch it, so I focussed on the perineum to asshole licks for a short while, tantalising her, teasing her, building her anticipation to that tongue touching her cunt.

When I thought she had been teased enough, I let go of her ass cheeks, put a pillow next to her ass and then rolled her over, spreading her legs wide as I did so. I knelt back down between her legs and my tongue touched that same spot at the very bottom of her cunt, and trailed back down to her ass cheeks, burrowing a little between them, and then back to her cunt. I repeated that a few times, with her body still trying to make my tongue contact her cunt.

And then one time, without warning, my tongue carried on to her cunt, and all the way up her folds to her clit. She was cooing now, as I went all the way back to her ass cheeks a couple of times before settling on her cunt, up and down her lips, just flicking over her clit as my tongue changed direction, working between and round her folds, dipping into her cunt sometimes, then focussing on her clit at others. I held on to her hips to stop her wriggling, to stop her escaping the focus of my tongue on her cunt, her muskiness increasing as she got more aroused, the taste only making me lick harder, and the harder I licked, the longer and louder her moans got. I knew she was close, but didn’t want to rush, just keeping that laser like focus on her cunt and clit, switching between the two as her hips tried harder to move against my hands holding her down.

And then she came. I flicked round her clit in shudders, milking her orgasm, my face covered in her girl cum. And when she stopped, I moved my face to hers and she licked her cum off it. The poor girl was exhausted. I did that, and was all of a sudden looking forward to the next few months.

The Look In Her Eyes (Part Two)

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)

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)

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!

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