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Making Me Wait (Part One)

28 July 2023 /

It was only a couple of hours. Having just had my ass filled with his enormous rock-hard cock for over an hour, relentlessly pounding, slamming, growing and cumming, my husband wanted me to just think about only my asshole for a couple of hours, thinking about how full my asshole was, how stretched it felt, how I felt like I couldn’t take him growing any further and then he grew again and stretched me even more, and then to think about how terribly empty my asshole now was, how it was yearning to be filled again, how it was desperate to feel his enormous rock-hard cock again, an empty chasm that I couldn’t fill for a couple of hours. In fact, he told me to do nothing for a couple of hours other than think about my full asshole and my empty asshole. I wasn’t allowed to touch my clit, cunt, ass, asshole and even my tits. Nothing.

A couple of hours doesn’t sound much, but when you are this hyped up, craving that full feeling I adore and you are not allowed to relieve yourself, it is agony. It had only been 35 minutes, and yet I was desperate to be filled again. And he had fucked off to a meeting.

He told me he’d message me and let me know what I was to do after the two hours. But he told me to not focus on waiting for the message. He wanted active focussing on my empty asshole and full asshole. I had to really feel the fullness and the emptiness. For two whole hours.

I had set an alarm for the two hours and then turn the clock around so that I couldn’t focus on the minutes ticking away. Closing my eyes, I could really focus on the fullness. It wasn’t that long ago that I was desperately full, a rock-hard piston pumping into me, every inch of its length stretching my pucker open, still growing, right on the edge of being painful, but not quite getting there. I could still feel it, the size, the hardness, the tugging of the motion as he fucked my asshole, the feeling of fullness that I love.

And then I got snapped back to the yawning emptiness, reminded of his size by the pulsing of my asshole as I squeeze it together, trying to grip a cock that wasn’t there. I squeezed it almost involuntarily in the hope it would be filled again. It wasn’t. Even a finger would have helped, but I wasn’t allowed, so all I could do was dream, imagine, remember, squeeze on a non-existent invader, and hope he would fill it again later.

I would have settled for an orgasm, hoping that would at least be a relief, but I wasn’t allowed that either, even the merest of touches of anywhere sexual were out. I was a massive ball of sexual need, just waiting for some relief, any relief, best of all a filled asshole again.

A couple of hours wait with a cavernously empty asshole was almost torture, but somehow, I made it through the time. It was a massive piece of mental edging that needed no physical input from anyone. It was exquisitely frustrating and divine in equal measure.

Out of the blue, I finally received my instructions for carrying out only after the two hours was up. I was to insert my yoni stone into my cunt (it is large, so really fills my cunt), then I was to insert my inflatable butt plug in my asshole and inflate it until I could take no more. Then, every minute for the next fifteen, I had to inflate the butt plug a little more. “Eye wateringly full” was the phrase he used. Only then could I apply the vicious wand with clit attachment to my clit. He had set the video camera up and I was to video myself filling my holes and then having three orgasms whilst filled like that, orgasms provoked by clit attachment and wand alone. Then, if I wanted to be spanked that evening, I would need to have another three orgasms, which I could get any way I liked, as long as both holes stayed full and provided I came on video.

The prospect of six orgasms was tantalising, and the waiting, the thinking about being full and empty, all went to heighten my arousal, and I knew it would strengthen my orgasms. He knew six solo orgasms would be a challenge for me, which I’m sure was why he picked a number that high, and he told me that if I wanted any more orgasms after the six, I would have to ask him for permission. He knows how to pull my strings. That would just make me want to cum even more and I’d probably be on at him soon after my sixth asking for permission. He knew what he was doing. He was going to end up with me horny for the rest of the day, and most probably a tired orgasmed out wreck, although I would still want him back in my asshole again regardless of how exhausted I was.

I hate the thoughts of being on camera, but I needed to cum, and to do that, it had to be recorded. I slumped in front of the camera with my legs spread wide and the camera looking right up my body. It was a very unflattering pose, selected deliberately I’m sure to make me feel very self-conscious. I turned the camera on and started lubing up my yoni stone before inserting it into my cunt. I flexed my muscles until it reached the correct location, and then I stopped to allow it to settle.

Then I lubed up the inflatable butt plug and rolled my body back, my spreadeagled ass being in shot and my asshole coming into view. Unflattering didn’t cover it, but I was in no mood to wait. I gently teased at my asshole with the tip of the plug, and slowly over a couple of minutes worked in into my asshole, my sphincter closing around the narrow neck of the plug.

Rolling forwards again to my slumped position, I grabbed the bulb and started to squeeze it, pushing small gusts of air into the plug. I love the feeling of the plug growing inside my ass, and it had plenty to grow. “Eye wateringly full” is what he wanted, and this girl and her asshole were going to deliver. When it was full and verging on painful, I stopped inflating, letting my insides adjust to the two intruders. The plug presses on the yoni stone, accentuating the fullness feeling there too. It felt so good to be full again, after the previous two hours of emptiness and denial.

As per instructions, each minute for the next fifteen, I inflated it a little more, each time stopping at just before painful, and then giving my ass the rest of the minute to become used to the size.

I was full. Very full, and still waiting for an orgasm. But I was near, and by the time the fifteen minutes was up, I was so gagging for it. My eyes did actually water at the size of the inflatable butt plug. It was so large that it really was taking my mind off the film being recorded. Time to apply the vicious wand to my poor clit.

Two Over The Pool Table

28 May 2022 /

It was five days after my now husband received his first blow jobs from his good university friends Debbie and Val, and he was disappointed that nothing else had happened in those five days, even though both of them had been into his room at some point during those days (as they often were). He tried to drop hints separately with each of them, but he saw no evidence that the hints were getting through. Just goes to show how rubbish he was with hints.

Their actions had lit a fire under his libido, and he was desperate for sex. He was at the point where he had started contemplating fucking other people he knew at university, but he really wanted to fuck each of them and hadn’t given up on the idea.

It was Saturday night, and instead of being out enjoying themselves, they had been working. They had a nightmare assignment due in on the Monday and they were throwing everything at it, and it was after midnight before any of them noticed. They all popped out for quick takeaway burgers (as everywhere for food on campus was closed) and got back to campus at about 2am. They had missed the bar as well and when they went into the Junior Common Room, there was nobody there. The girls were discussing what to do with themselves, as their brains were still buzzing with work, meaning that none of them would be able to sleep.

Whilst they were thinking about music or games, what popped into his mind was a delightful idea. There was this pool table, and the various discolourations of the baize gave away that more was done regularly on this table than just playing pool, and there it was ready to have someone bent over it to be fucked. He imagined them side by side, facing away from him across the table with their skirts up over their waists, their panties round an ankle and their legs spread wide, their asses proudly pointing upwards and their cunts poking out from between their legs at perfect height for his cock. They seemed happy to both be present for his blow jobs, so why not this? The thought was mesmerising.

He snapped out of his daze as he heard his name being called. They asked him what he was thinking about, and he just said that he had worked out something they could do, and he described in detail the position he wanted them to assume.

Val, who was the more daring of the two and who immediately realised what might happen, was straight onto the table, skirt flipped up, telling him to arrange her as he wanted. He went up behind her, pulled her panties down and off one foot, then moved her feet apart and pushed on her back to push her into the table. Perfect.

He looked at Debbie, who was seemingly concerned about them being interrupted. But she came to the table as Val pointed out that orgasms would help them to calm down, and that they had watched several lots fuck over the pool table and none of their reputations was damaged at all by the incident: in fact, the reputations were somewhat enhanced. So, if they were seen, no harm would likely come of it.

Debbie was clearly thinking it through, but soon took her place next to Val, bending over and flipping her skirt up. Val grabbed her hand and squeezed it whilst smiling at her, as if to reassure Debbie she was doing the right thing. He arranged Debbie in the same way, then stepped back a few steps to admire the wonderful view.

The women heard a chair move and realised that he had sat down to take his time taking in these two wonderful women on display.

Debbie asked him what his plans were, but he hadn’t got that far. He wanted to fuck both of them, so sat contemplating whilst he watched and admired their bent over bodies, their cunt flaps gently quivering as they breathed. His cock was hardening without manual intervention, as a particularly mean game popped into his head.

The girls realised that it was mean as he outlined it. One timed minute of him fucking one cunt, before withdrawing and fucking the other for one timed minute, and backwards and forwards until he came. One of them would get to feel his cum flowing into their cunt, the other would not. And even worse, the girls would get nowhere near orgasm, as any momentum built up in their minute would be lost in the next minute.

Both women complained at the selfishness of his plan, but there was a method in his madness. By switching between cunts, he could cover for his comparative lack of experience (at this point, he had only fucked Anya, and he didn’t want to show himself lacking in front of these two gorgeous friends he wanted to fuck).

But with their cunts exposed as they were, making them feel horny, it was only a matter of time before they caved, agreeing to let him play his evil game. They only agreed to do it if he agreed to scoop some of his cum from the winner’s cunt and put it in the loser’s, followed by finger fucking each of them to multiple orgasms.

He agreed and quite quickly, they felt his glans rubbing against their slightly open cunts (open by virtue of their legs being a good way apart). That was it. Any thoughts of doubt had gone as they felt his glans repeatedly applied to the outer folds of their cunts.

As he was doing it, he spun a coin on the baize and asked Val to choose heads or tails. Val called heads, and it was tails, meaning his glans gently pushed its way into Debbie’s folds first. Debbie loved the feeling of a cock nudging its way into her, gently taking its rightful place filling her cunt with throbbing muscle. But all too soon for Debbie, Val called a minute was up and, in an instant, her cunt was empty, and quite wet in the gentle breeze from the air conditioning.

He was a little swifter impaling Val, as he realised that her cunt would be more than ready. In amongst the empty feeling from her cunt, Debbie remembered she needed to time the minute, as he upped the pace with Val just a little. The minute seemed to really drag for Debbie (and particularly her empty cunt), but it raced by for Val, who had the first tinglings of an orgasm, just as Debbie called time and he extracted his cock, transferring it back to Debbie. Frustrating wasn’t the word.

Even the small break caused by him taking his cock out of one cunt and putting it into another was causing him to last a long time too. At one point, Val seriously thought about stopping the game, but she didn’t want to be the one to stop it, and anyway, he’d promised to finger fuck them later, so she stuck with it. She wasn’t the most patient of sorts, and she didn’t really like edging, and this was a massive ball of edge. Debbie however didn’t mind a nice edging session. She loved a nice slow build up: it was what made her legs go weak after an orgasm. She’d take this all day.

Both girls could feel his cock getting harder, both knew he was nearer to cumming, and both had decisions to make. They each wanted him to cum in their cunt, so had to decide whether to try to speed up his orgasm by squeezing his cock whilst he was inside them, or to just let him be and only resort to that if he is literally seconds from blowing. Debbie took the latter course, Val the former (impatience again), and unluckily for Val, her squeezing got him really hard and about to blow just as Debbie called time. Val cried out in frustration as he removed his cock from her cunt and forcefully impaled Debbie, fucking her hard as she clenched at his cock, forcing him to fire his cum into her in under half a minute.

Whilst he was still throbbing in Debbie’s cunt, he started working on Val’s with his fingers. He didn’t want to really piss her off, so very quickly brought her to an initial orgasm. She relaxed a little, as he scooped some cum out of Debbie’s cunt and pushed it into Val’s, before starting another slightly rougher finger fuck to give Val another three orgasms. His fingers then left a contented Val and gave Debbie four orgasms of her own.

Whilst he bent each of them over the pool table separately to fuck several times during the two years they were all there, they never repeated this. He did wonder if Val would back away from him, but she didn’t and she fucked him very frequently. But Debbie seemed to get confidence from this and came out of her shell a little. After all, she was the one who had made him cum, and that made her feel great.

Slowly, Sloooooowly

2 November 2021 /

I think some of the best sex we’ve ever had is of the slow and sensuous kind, which we are really getting a taste for at the moment.

I think my biggest ever orgasm was last week (and I’ve had quite a few hard ones in my time). It was Monday, and I was quite frisky. My husband and I were both working at home, and he stopped working for lunch. He came into the bedroom, where I was getting frustrated with something I was doing.

He had just done a video conference, so he was in one of jumper shirts (you know the sort, a jumper with a fake shirt collar). Anyway, he looked scrumptious, so I just opened my legs and flashed my cunt at him.

I got that look, the naughty smile, the raised eyebrows. In one swift motion, he unclipped his belt and slid his trousers to the floor. No thong, so an already slightly erect cock jumped out at me from under the jumper.

I licked my lips in the most seductive way I could manage, and then parted my cunt lips with my fingertips to be inviting. He took his cock in his hand, then knelt on the bed and nudge his glans gently in through my cunt lips. I was so hot inside, but nowhere near slick enough. Just with his glans nudging in and out, he held his hands out to get me sitting up. As I sat up, he pulled the dress out from under my ass, then pulled it off over my head. Then he undid my bra clasp, parted the two ends and then I leant back onto the bed revealing my 34H tits to him (as he didn’t move the bra). Having thrown the bra aside, he grabbed at my tits, squeezing them, and kneading them, all the time nudging at my cunt. As he felt my cunt moisten up, his strokes got larger and deeper, until he was buried all the way in. At this point, I was expecting him to speed up, I was expecting a vigorous fuck with some explosive cumming from him.

What I got was almost the opposite. He was very slow and deliberate with his strokes, withdrawing so far on the out stroke that you could see his glans out in the open, then re-entering me hands free. I love that, and he repeated it slowly over and over. Each one felt like it was the first, with me feeling the tip of his rock-hard cock rub all along inside me with every slow and deliberate stroke.

Over the following minutes, we changed positions a few times (mostly to relieve his arms), but he never speeded up. He just kept rubbing, and that felt gooood.

But then, for some reason, I fancied trying doggy again. Whenever we’ve tried doggy before, it hasn’t been that successful. Well, the bed here is obviously a different height, because after I knelt on the edge of the bed, he stood on the floor, came in behind me, pressed into me again hands free and slid straight in. He was so deep. After the first few slow strokes, he leant over, slid his hands under my tits and grabbed them, again squeezing, and kneading them. This changed the angle of his cock, which meant that it was rubbing in slightly different places. After a while of rubbing there, he let go of my tits, adjusted his angle, and held on to my hips. He was still slow, but he could pull against my hips so that each drive in was very hard and very deep, just slow. Oh my god, what a feeling it was in that position.

He also did a couple of short vigorous bits, really taking advantage of the grip on my hips. His cock felt enormous as he ploughed into my cunt over and over. I was so completely lost in the moment, lost in what he was doing.

My knees can only take so much of that, so just before I was about to cum, I had to change positions. So, without removing his cock from me, we went to standing up with me bent over the bed. This is another position that feels so amazing with his deep cock, but another one I can’t sustain for long.

When I could do that no more, I laid back on the bed, cunt open and dripping, ready for him to do another hands-free mount. He did enough strokes in each position, so that my cunt kept getting so near to cumming, and then he let the orgasm keep sliding just a little away. I think he got the taste for edging me with his cock. It would have been frustrating had I not known how much he loves making me cum with his cock, and therefore I knew in the end, he would make me cum, and it would probably be massive. He got me so close so often, and yet let is slightly slip away over and over by changing positions.

He rotated through me on my back with my feet on the bed, on my back with my feet hanging in mid-air, to my favourite slow position of the moment, straddling my legs (which are together) with his cock slipping in and out of my cunt. Again, he was leaving my cunt completely, but my cunt was so saturated with slippery stuff that his cock kept sliding straight back in. Straddling is a position I can easily cum in, so he was very very slow there, and by switching between the three positions, he managed to drag things out even longer. I can’t complain though, as every second of it felt wonderful.

I thought he’d make me cum in the straddling position, but when he finally felt his cock starting to subside (80 minutes later), he switched to a position we use a lot: it is like missionary, but with a 30 degree twist, so his face is under my armpit next to my right tit. That twist means his cock gets even deeper inside me, and so nudging against my tit, he accelerated his pace (but it was still comparatively slow), with deep hard thrust slamming into me.

He felt my body clinch in that way that told him my orgasm was on its way, and at that point, he started sucking on my right nipple whilst keeping perfect rhythm, slamming, and then withdrawing, and shortly after I started to cum. But this orgasm was unusual, because my orgasm carried on rolling and building at the same time as he thrusted, and it built up into a quite overwhelming orgasm. For the first time ever, I shouted how I couldn’t take any more, but noting I didn’t ask him to stop, he kept his rhythm and motion, making my orgasm go on longer than I ever had before, with a sort of building feeling I’ve never had in the past. Apparently, I was orgasming for over two minutes, which is unheard of for me, and didn’t I know it. It was so amazing, and I felt stunningly close to him. When I did eventually ask him to stop thrusting, he just snuggled into my tit and told me yet again how much he loved me. We had said it a lot during this fuck, but it was such an emotional fuck. I was totally drained and went to sleep as he went back to work.

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