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French Renaissance (Part One)

17 May 2023 / KinkyMira

It had been four years since I last stood here. I remember with joy watching people fuck with pleasure and abandon. It is what this place was all about. The freedom to have sex with an audience, in full knowledge they would do the same shortly.

For the first time in four years, I was back in that garden where so much sex was had. But it is different now. Eerily quiet. Very few people. But I was here to change that. So were we all.

I am of course referring to our French resort I’ve blogged about before. Like everything else, it had to close for Covid (and our planned visit was cancelled over and over). But Covid was only the start of its problems. It was owned by an elderly Dutch man who was rarely seen onsite but was content that it existed. He always wanted it to exist, and so when he got the cash, he made it happen.

But sadly, he died whilst it was closed and everyone thought that was it, that it was over. But it wasn’t. He left instructions in his will for an organisation to be set up to run it, and he bequeathed the building, land and €20 million to make it happen. His family had other ideas and a legal battle ensued, only finishing last November, when it was finally ruled his will was valid and the instructions were to be carried out.

Standing right behind me naked (as I was) with tits pressing into me and her arms round my waist was Eva, the receptionist, the one woman in this place last time that I really wanted to fuck, but the rules of the place meant that guests weren’t allowed to do anything sexual with the staff. Very frustrating at the time, but understandable.

It was because of Eva that I was here now. We were snuggling as the sun started to drop. The hard work started here. The hard fucking was about to start here too.

I had been talking to Eva and Eloise, the manager of the place, all through lockdowns and the court case etc. There was little I could do to help to save the place, other than to give a little moral support and encouragement to them. But it seems Eva and Eloise appreciated what I did, so when it came to suggesting people to be on the board of the organisation, Eva suggested me (and Eloise another former guest Kiara who helped them similarly). We both said yes, only too pleased to help this place fly again.

Eva turned me around and our mouths locked, our tongues jousted, and my horniness ramped up even more. I was so ready to cum. But we just kissed, like those early snogs at a school disco, like we’d never kissed another woman before. Raw. Hot. Gentle.

And then she did it. Her hand dropped to my cunt, her fingers working me. I could have just cum there, but I didn’t want this moment to end, so I fought the feeling, fought the desire. From the look on her face, she was amused. Whilst there was a loving look in her eyes, her fingers got more vicious and her other hand rested in the small of my back, making sure I didn’t escape. I didn’t want to escape.

But what finished me off was what she whispered in my ear. In an oh-so-sexy French accent, she smouldered “Cum for me my sexy little slut. Cum hard for me.” Oh my god, the accent, the words. I was gone. Her hand was just jerking small little motion with short delays, the affect being milking my orgasm for every second. I was totally hers, totally in the control of that hand and that sexy voice. And I did cum hard. My legs gave way, but she held me as she continued to milk me. My poor clit was so hard, and almost painful. She did that. She was good.

When I finally could hold my own weight with my legs again, she let go and, remembering the protocol of this place, I curtsied and thanked her for the orgasm. She smiled, saying first of many as she preened at my hair with her fingers, making me presentable. Her fingers smelt of orgasm. My orgasm, and she did nothing to clean them. She just told me we were needed to start work tonight. Not sure I could really, but it is why we were here. To save this place.

She helped me in (as my legs still weren’t great) and we all sat round a table. Me, Eva, Eloise, Claudette (the housekeeper) and Kiara, an Australian former guest about my age, together with a female solicitor who was not much older, and, to her credit, was naked as well. I spent the whole two hours thinking about Eva making me cum and what I was going to do to her when I could. But all the boring legal stuff needed doing and we did it all that evening.

And then when it was over, Eva made the solicitor cum too. It was like watching me cum earlier from a third person perspective. Eva was very good at milking orgasms, at dragging every last ounce of orgasm out of a woman and the poor solicitor ended up looking more broken that I was. We left her to recover, with Eva looking very pleased with herself.

Eva had missed this place. And it was on its way back.

She walked me back to my room, and as I opened the door, my husband was laying on the bed, his cock was rock hard and pointing straight up. Eva licked her lips, and I told her to hop on. But my husband had other ideas. As she clambered on, he flipped her over onto her front, onto a large pillow under her belly and tossed me the lube before pulling her ass cheeks apart.

As I sprayed lube over her asshole and worked it in, I actually briefly felt a bit sorry for it. He was already so hard and so big that the act of skewering her asshole would no doubt bring a tear to her eyes. Even I’d struggle with that size for a first entry, and I take his cock literally every single day.

I was half expecting her to squirm at my working of her asshole, but she was still and accepting. She remembered him fucking my asshole in that reception area those years ago, she remembered his size, hardness and stamina and she knew a good lubing was her asshole’s best chance of surviving this. If she squirmed or struggled, she knew it would only make her experience worse.

As I lubed her asshole, he presented his cock to her mouth. She swallowed it with zeal, and he put his hands behind her head, face fucking her whilst I was preparing her ass. She felt his cock get even harder and even longer, each in stroke pushing his glans into the top of her throat, making her choak with each instroke. She felt totally and completely used, and she loved it. By the degrading face fuck, my husband now had all that control over her that she had over me.

I nodded to him that her asshole was ready, and he withdrew and knelt over her. I pulled her ass cheeks apart and he nudged his glans against her pucker. He squirted more lube round his cock and started nudging in. She started squealing, her cries sounding right on the verge between pleasure and pain. He had her exactly where he wanted her.

A Pair Of Tupperwhores (Part Two)

11 May 2022 / KinkyMira

It was the last fuck of the week, and one I knew would truly break my poor body. I had been feeling quite good ass-fucking Sara, but that motion always takes it out of me, and I end up exhausted and somewhat broken.

And it was in that already broken state that I began being prepared for my first airtight experience. I had stupidly decided to have Sara’s husband do a brutal face fuck on me, as well as have my husband’s cock in my asshole (where it seems to get unfeasibly large and hard) and then Sara (who was still fairly broken) wielding a strap-on into my cunt and forcing the wand on my clit. My clit was already fairly used up from the repeated orgasms and rubbing of the strap-on whilst I was fucking Sara, so I had no idea if it would cope. All in all, I had set this up in the most extreme way, and I knew I had to take whatever they unleashed on me. I would never forgive myself if I didn’t get to the end.

To give Sara a chance of being able to take an active part in this, I had her laying down on the bed, strap-on pointing straight up and wand in hand. After a little wand play, my cunt moistened, and I slid the strap-on all the way in. I felt so full, and it felt so close to my cervix.

My asshole was being lubed, and very soon, I felt the familiar feeling of my husband’s cock burrowing its way through my pucker and then start growing with comparatively small movements. Then I was presented with Sara’s husband’s only slightly hard cock. I eagerly inhaled it, using my tongue over the head and sucking as best as I could. I was already airtight, and my mouth action suddenly produced a hardening of his cock. I felt his hands grasp either side of my head and I knew the brutal face fuck was mere seconds away. Sara was pawing at my tits and had the wand on full power, my husband was increasing the speed of him ploughing into my asshole, his motions making the strap-on slide in and out of my cunt as well.

And then her husband began, his cock getting harder, the end hitting the back of my mouth as he grew. My mouth was salivating as he got up speed, the end of his cock driving its way into my top of my throat at each stage. Now I knew why she had a tear in her eye when he face-fucked her, and now, mere millimetres from her face, her husband’s cock was brutally penetrating my mouth, and I’d use the word brutal about the forceful application of the wand to my clit too, and you all know how big my husband’s cock gets in an asshole and how unrelenting he is.

Repeating what I liked from my earlier DP, the men managed to sync up their rhythms and Sara soon got the idea, so as well as all the other sensations, I got the fantastically full to frustratingly empty feeling with every stroke.

I have no idea how long this went on for. The feelings of rolling orgasm, degradation, general misuse, and the full knowledge that this was far from over quickly got too much. I started drifting off into a trance-like state, aware of what was going on, but totally overwhelmed and overwashed with emotion and feelings, as yet again, my husband’s cock stretched the width of my asshole, Sara’s husband’s cock ploughed into my throat and Sara roughly kneaded my tits, moved the dildo in my cunt and held the wand to my much-abused clit, I knew that I needed to hang on. I wanted this. I’d set it up to be this hard. My body needed to cash the cheques my mouth wrote.

And then I remembered this was their second airtight of the day, so the men would have a lot more stamina, and they managed to use up Sara, so I stood no chance.

My appreciation of time drifted away under the relenting rhythm of their respective motions. I felt like I couldn’t cum any more, and yet again and again, Sara got orgasm after orgasm out of my rapidly emptying shell.

I think my brain had trouble keeping up with what was happening to my body, the sensations, the things happening to multiple parts of my body all at the same time; the stretching, the rhythm, the power, the drive, the rubbing simultaneously completely overwhelmed my senses, and I spent most of the time in a blurry daze of stimulation, lust and orgasm, none of which I had any control of.

The first I knew that this was heading towards the end was being awoken from my daze by the men talking to each other about holding back their orgasms. I had no control. I felt like my holes were being used by them and I was merely a passenger. That was the degradation and I’m so pleased to have felt it, and I definitely want to feel again.

It felt like as they were holding back, but Sara was accelerating her efforts, the dildo really fucking my cunt and the wand pressing into my abused clit harder than ever.

And then amongst shouts, the men came, my husband spewing cum into my well-used asshole and Sara’s husband pumping a ridiculously large amount of cum into my mouth. He carried on the motion, so some of the cum was in the front of my mouth and some was forced down my throat by him jamming his glans into my throat. It felt like just another indignity, another piece of degradation. He was good at this, and I loved it.

After his cock has stopped spurting and it shrunk out of my mouth, he pinched my nose, forcing me to swallow, before just walking away. I felt my husband pull out and lift me off Sara, and putting me down next to her, just leaving me in a heap, alone, sticky, sore in a number of places, exhausted and slightly delirious. I did feel abused and degraded, but in a good way, the total lack of control over the encounter, together with the overwhelming combination of individual elements that would make me cum, turned me into an orgasming jelly, my body doing what it was forced to do by those working on it.

I can totally understand why Sara likes the brutal face fuck. It is somewhat out of character for her husband, and the feelings of degradation only add to the experience. The face fuck made me feel quite owned and abused and add that to feeling full in all three holes, it is pretty amazing. I did realise that this was only so good because of the clear love of those involved. In other circumstances, this would be a nasty abusive situation, but because of the love and respect, it was a brilliant event.

But far from feeling bad, I felt content and satisfied by being a Tupperwhore, and I was left wondering what it would be like to be ploughed by three real cocks and to have a woman or two working my tits and clit. One day, we’ll find another couple and try it. One day.

A Pair Of Tupperwhores (Part One)

26 April 2022 / KinkyMira

It is interesting how some words affect the psyche, how some words can have a positive affect at some times and a negative one at others. For years, I hated the word whore. The judgement, the venom with which it is often said, not to mention the misogyny, all added to my very negative view of the word. A previous lover called it to me in the throes of passion and I literally leapt off him and ran for the hills. It was only some years later that I realised I should have had the same reaction for slut and bitch, but I didn’t, even though those terms are laced with the same venom and misogyny. In fact, I love Slut, I have a Slut necklace made of stainless steel that I wear out occasionally and I have custom temporary tattoos that say Slut (and Bitch as well).

My reaction to whore made no sense to me, and yet it persisted for a long time, even after working out about bitch and slut, whore didn’t exactly put me in a sexy mood. But over time, and with some persistence, my husband started making progress. I remember one time I was so close to yet another orgasm with Victoria’s brutal wand held hard against my clit, and he tried to make me say I was an “Orgasm-loving whore”. I wasn’t much inclined to do so, and so he got me so close to orgasm, then with a flourish, he took the wand away and clipped away at my clit with a riding crop. The effect was to just drop my orgasm away. Bastard – I needed that orgasm. But then he started again, unrelenting wand until I was close, and I still wouldn’t say it, so my clit had the riding crop again. By this point, I was angry because I knew he was only doing what I’d asked him to, and I was raging because I felt there was no way in hell I was going to give in to him, and a part of me also knew I would say it.

I don’t know why, but I resisted for another two cycles, but eventually, inevitably, I yelled that I was an orgasm-loving whore, that his little whore needed her orgasm and began begging, but the orgasm induced by the vicious wand took over and I was shaken all over with a massive orgasm.

The strange thing was that I felt just as good proclaiming I was an orgasm-loving whore, and I did with anything about being a slut or bitch. I did feel great.

My acceptance and use of the word whore has only been enhanced by the word Tupperwhore, which is a great word and amuses me no end.

It is used to describe a woman who enjoys being airtight, that is a woman that enjoys having all three orifices (ass, pussy and mouth) being filled at the same time by a combination of cocks and dildos.

After a few days of trying various combinations of men both penetrating us at the same time, Sara and I decided to finish the week with a two-cock one-dildo version of airtight. That’s right; we decided to become Tupperwhores.

And it was to be our last fucks of the week, so I decided (probably madly) that I wanted the degrading face fuck as part of my airtight session. Sara thought I was bonkers and wasn’t prepared to risk it.

But even without that, we thought airtight would be totally mind-blowing and overwhelming. We tossed a coin and she won, meaning she would be first through. In a lot of ways, I was pleased, as I expected to be totally trashed at the end of it. I had longer to anticipate that brutal face fuck combined with the double-sided fuck I first had, all whilst watching my friend and lover get airtight herself some hours before.

First, she had to choose who was fucking what, and she took a combination that I thought would be pretty overwhelming; namely my husband on the face fuck (he’d been getting tips but was nowhere near the intensity or degradation her husband achieved), my strap-on up her ass and her husband’s cock in her cunt, also with him wielding the wand against her clit.

As I was preparing her asshole, the two cocks and my strap-on, she was focussing on calming down from her overexcited state, with a load of deep breathing and relaxation techniques. She was all too aware of just what an ordeal her body was about to go through, but she was so looking forward to the mix of pleasure, endurance, degradation, misuse and above all, orgasm after orgasm.

She was ready. Everything was as lubed as it needed to be. And the three bees buzzed around their soon-to-be victim.

Sara’s husband lay on the bed, hard cock in one hand and wand in the other. She climbed on top of him and lowered her cunt on to his cock. As she slid all the way down, she felt the head of the wand nestled against her clit, awaiting it to be turned on. Next, I nudged the lubed strap-on against her ass pucker and gently rocked until she let it in. I gently slid it all the way in, then started tiny rocking movements the same as her husband was whilst they awaited my husband going into her mouth.

He put his glans to her lips, and she could immediately taste pre-cum. Being rather addicted to that taste, she opened her mouth and sucked him in, wrapping her tongue round his cock to clear his precum for her to swallow.

From that moment, she was a Tupperwhore, as the two real cocks in her cunt and mouth began moving more and more, and even I, with my body feeling quite good, began driving the strap-on deeply into her asshole. She was sucking on my husband’s cock, whilst it was fucking her mouth, as her husband and I alternated driving into and out of her lower body. I was orgasming pretty freely as the end of the strap-on rubbed on my uncovered clit, and she was cumming over and over, as the relentless pace, plus the unyielding buzz of the wand on her clit, brought her to climax repeatedly and mercilessly. I was zoning out in my orgasm-filled haze, concentrating solely on keeping the rhythm up into her asshole. I became aware that the men were struggling to stop themselves cumming again, and this is where I remembered I’d pay the price later, as they would have much more stamina. What had I done?!

But the men were back to talking each other out of cumming, as the poor ragdoll under us just kept taking the invasions and cumming herself to oblivion. Every stroke more felt to me like it was too much for her, and yet she kept hanging on, until in a howl of noise, the two men came in quick succession, with me and Sara cumming shortly afterwards. In a masterpiece of timing, we all came in a short period and then we collapsed into a drained and exhausted heap.

After a quiet few moments in that heap, my husband pulled me off her, pulled the strap-on out of her asshole, removed it and the harness and laid me on the bed and Sara’s husband carried her and put her next to me in her used up state. We both had to rest for a few hours, because it was soon to be my turn. Sara slept; she was that used up. I didn’t sleep. I was way too excited to sleep, but I did need to rest my body in preparation for the onslaught ahead.

Double Penetration Heaven

28 March 2022 / KinkyMira

Mid-week was all about the men punishing each other’s assholes, and as a result, Sara and I getting to fuck each other rather a lot. Don’t get me wrong, Sara and I both got enough cock (and never from our own husband), but the focus later in the week switched to being all about the women being serviced by both cocks simultaneously. Now, Sara had never had more than one cock inside her at the same time and I had only ever had one cunt-mouth spit-roast (and that was at university and nothing since). Here, we had two willing cocks, and a number of combinations to use on each of us.

Given Sara admitted to being a little scared, I offered to go first. My dream of ages was for a double penetration of cunt and ass, so started there, with my husband in my ass (and fondling my tits from behind) and Sara’s in my cunt (kissing me and pulling apart my ass cheeks from the front).

I had dreamed about this even longer than I dreamed about my husband’s asshole being filled by a real cock, and imminently, little old me was about to be double skewered by two thrusting gods with cocks harder and larger than I dare imagine.

Sara’s job was fluffer, preparing the two cocks with her mouth and then lubing my husband’s cock up in preparation for my ass, whilst lubing my asshole and occasionally kissing me.

She was all done, and my husband sat back on the chaise, his cock aiming straight up, and his hands poised to hold on to my tits. Sara’s husband guided me backwards, holding my cheeks apart as I lowered onto my husband’s cock, him teasing my asshole until it swallowed his glans, and then I used gravity to slide down fully on to it. Sara guided her husband’s cock to the entrance of my cunt, as my husband grabbed onto my tits to hold me in place. Then, her husband pushed on in, still pulling my ass cheeks apart sometimes so hard that it hurt.

Wow, I was so full. Two living throbbing cylinders invading my front and back entrances. I was in heaven, just feeling the pulses of these two cum spewers, and this was before they started their motion.

They started on opposing motion (talking all the time to synchronise their motion), so as my husband drove in, Sara’s husband pulled out. It was a bit of a head fuck, as it felt like the throbbing cylinder was passing through my insides as it transferred.

I quite enjoyed it, but it was eclipsed by the feelings of them both withdrawing and both re-entering at the same time. I had that magical “very full” to “very empty” feeling which I absolutely loved. I think the men realised that was the one, because they stuck with it as they increased the pace. As they were thrusting in, it felt like they were ripping me apart with every drive, and I didn’t care if they were: it felt fucking amazing.

I was completely engulfed in the feelings, in the motion, in the arousal, and I didn’t realise that neither cock was anywhere near cumming. The men were focussing so hard on keeping in time, to really ensure I was experiencing the emptiness to the max, that they were delaying their orgasms because of their concentration. The result was that my cunt and asshole were fucked almost to the point that they were sore. In the process, they made me cum a few times (four Sara told me) before they came, and in an amazing piece of self-control, they managed to synchronise their cocks growing and their cumming, so both holes were being sprayed with cum at the same time.

Amazing and exhausting, and when they had finished, Sara sucked their cocks clean, and then they both sucked on her cunt and tits to give her some orgasms. All this time, I was left with empty holes in a happy daze, just pleased to achieve my DP goal, and so early in proceedings.

And later that day, when the men had recovered, it was Sara’s turn to have her first DP. She chose an ass-mouth spit roast, with the added bonus of me firmly holding a wand on her clit throughout the entire thing. She didn’t want this to be a blow job, this was to be a fairly brutal face fuck where the man was in charge, not her. I’ve never done that before, but it is what Sara wanted, and so the men provided. She knew her husband could provide the degrading face fuck, so my husband got to plough into her asshole (his favourite anyway).

So, fluffer Mira prepared Sara’s asshole and the two cocks and she got on all fours ready to go. I held her ass cheeks apart whilst my husband pushed his cock into her asshole, a place it was well used to being by now. Once he was in, I let go of her cheeks and got the wand to apply to her clit. Her husband was on his knees in front of her with his hardening cock right by her face. She sucked it into her mouth, and he put his hands either side of her face to hold, whilst I applied the wand to her clit.

The two men started their motions again with the alternating movements, and even though her head was being held in place as he fucked her mouth, her body had a graceful movement about how it rode the driving patterns. As they did with me, they stopped and began driving in and out in time with each other, but unlike me, it was clear from her movements that Sara preferred the alternate pattern, so they soon switched back and got her body moving in time with them again. Her bodily swaying was exacerbated by her getting near to cum by the wand, and her body’s attempts to escape were thwarted by my husband holding her hips increasingly tightly. With two vice like grips from the men and unrelenting pressure on her clit from me, she had nowhere to go. With my husband slamming at full speed into her asshole (using his grip of her hips to power his drive) and with her own husband’s relentless powering into her mouth (in an uncompromising way), a flood of clit orgasms from the wand washing over her was really blowing her mind.

And what she failed to work out was that as she was second, the men would have much more stamina and would be able to keep this up probably far longer than she could cope with. As the orgasms crashed over her, her limbs gave way, but the vice like grip of the men held her in place for them to carry on. She was far from done. I only hoped she could take it.

After a substantial period of time, Sara looked totally wrecked, but her body was still being used by our two husbands, who were fucking Sara exactly how she wanted. With a simultaneous relentless ass fuck and a brutal face fuck, they were fucking her far longer than she expected, so her body had given up. Just for a moment whilst I was punishing her clit for existing with yet another building orgasm, I smiled at this totally used up slut before me, in comparison with the perfect professional I first knew her as. I was awoken from my daydream not by her cumming again (which she did), but by her husband admitting he was having trouble not cumming. Cue my husband both trying to talk him into delaying cumming, whilst taking the brakes off himself and allowing his orgasm to build.

Her resistance to cumming herself had all gone, so I had a chance to make her cum at the same time, probably finishing my husband off. So, with determination, I focussed again on her body’s little movements to gauge how near she was, and as the men shouted how close they were, I forced the wand hard on to her clit and got her cumming, the squeezing of her asshole caused my husband to lose it and as he yelled, her own husband just let go.

There were two cocks pumping cum into her and a very wet sheet under her from where she came a lot. And then it was all over, their cocks shrinking out of her, and them putting her down in a heap, her very sore enlarged and throbbing clit still showing.

She seemed to be in a daze like I was, like all the orgasms and sensations overwhelmed her. I was determined to try that combination myself, as although the face fuck seemed unpleasant, she later said it was all part of the experience and she encouraged me to try it. But obviously not today, as the men were all out of cum.

The difference between the two DPs was clear. Mine wasn’t degrading like hers was, even though the emotions from both were overwhelming, the longevity was past what our bodies could really take, and we were both sore and aching from the experience. As I lay in bed later that night, I realised I needed to be degraded like she was, just to know what it was like, and I knew the opportunity was just around the corner. I could hardly wait.

Fresh Meat (Part Two)

9 October 2021 / KinkyMira

Victoria was standing topless in front of the two co-owners of the business, nipples hard and proud, cunt still covered with the tiniest panties, but increasingly slick.

She was smoking hot, and all they were doing was looking. She needed some touch, some contact, some groping, but she realised they weren’t going to tell her what to do next, that they weren’t going to grab her there and then. She realised that she would have to make the next move. She was so worked up that she’d have laid on the desk with her cunt held wide open. But she knew that wasn’t the right thing to do. She didn’t want to seem desperate. Ludicrous really given she’d just got her tits out for them.

She decided to lose the panties after all and thought of the sexiest way to do so. She turned round, bent at the waist, then pulled at the waistband on either side, the thin piece of fabric up her ass crack needing a couple of small tugs to free itself from her crack. She dropped the thong to the floor and stepped out of it. She bent at the waist again to pick her thong up, flashing just a little of her juicy cunt between her legs as she did it. As she turned round, panties in hand, she could see their respective cocks straining more against their trousers. She would put a hand to each of their trouser covered cocks and started rubbing soon enough, but now was time to get their hands exploring her body, stroking it, caressing it, probing it, penetrating it. She offered them her panties, and the light haired owner took them and inhaled deep of them, before passing on to the dark haired owner who did the same.

He put them down on the table, and rejoined the other co-owner in looking at her now naked body. Her tits were rising up and down in expectation of something happening and her breath was slightly short.

And then it happened. The dark haired one reached out a hand and cupped the underside of her left tit, the light haired one doing the same to her right, and each man brought her nipple to their mouth and started licking, sucking, and almost chewing on them. Each man was fully focussed on their respective nipple and on squeezing their respective tit. Vicki closed her eyes, threw her head slightly back and emitted a gentle pleasurable moan. She lost track of time but was totally immersed in this simple act.

She felt the mouths leave her nipples and her left tit was released, only to be re-grabbed a moment later, and for rough squeezing and kneading of both of her tits to be inflicted by the light haired one. The dark haired on picked up her panties again, rolled them into a little ball, then came over to her. Placing his right hand on her ass to hold her in place, he brought her panties to her cunt and slickly pushed them into her cunt, bracing her against the hand on her ass. Her cunt was so slick with her juices that this was easily achieved. Then, he started using his fingers to work her cunt, rhythmically rubbing her lips and clit, as well as pushing the panties further in. She felt his right hand turn on her ass, and what she assumed was his middle finger slip deep into her ass crack, his finger brushing against her asshole.

Her breathing was getting quicker, her body was started to move, and all three of them knew she was heading to an orgasm. As she got very close, she was crying out, and she felt the hands leave her tits grabbing at each nipple and twisting them ferociously, at the same time as a hand twisted her clit in the same harsh manner. She came really hard and the dark haired one used his fingers to rub circles over her slightly painful clit to stretch her orgasm out as long as he could.

She was a little unsteady on her feet, so one of them guided her to the desk, leaning her up against it, ass facing them and gently nudged at her back with a hand. As she leant forward, her naked tits swung down and squashed into the desk. She saw one of the men standing across the desk from her close to her face, his trousered cock straining against its enclosure. She felt the other man nudge her legs apart so that her stomach rested on the desk, squashing her tits even more. She couldn’t quite see which person was. She felt some fingers fish round in her cunt for her panties and slickly remove them, making her feel empty.

The cock in front of her was revealed from its covering, and a hand offered the glans to her lips. At the same time, she felt what she thought was another glans rubbing up and down her cunt folds. Were they really going to fuck her right now? Were they really going to spit roast her in her first week?

She had a pang of guilt as she thought she should strike a blow for womankind and say no to “being taken advantage of”. But as the glans in front of her was slightly pressed against her lips, she opened her mouth and inhaled the cock in. She felt a hand on the back of her head as he started fucking motions. This wasn’t to be a blow job with her in control, this was to be a face fuck with him in control, using her face for his pleasure, rather than hers.

At the same time, she felt the glans at her cunt stop moving up and down and slowly worm its way between her cunt lips and bury itself into her slick cunt, two hands grabbing onto her ass cheeks to give him something to drive against. She had the twin sensations of both cocks growing inside her, the small strokes of each cock getting faster as each cock got harder. This was a raw fuck that all too soon ended with each cock spewing cum inside her. She swallowed that in her mouth, and her cunt felt unfulfilled having been filled with cum, but not orgasming herself this time.

And as soon as the two cocks had finished pumping cum into her, they were withdrawn, and she was left empty at both ends. Trying to recover her composure, she opened her eyes expecting big grins all round. What she got was that same determined focus they had for their business, and she was still none the wiser as to who had fucked her face and who had fucked her cunt.

The dark haired one told her to get dressed and then leave them to it, as they still had a lot of work to do. She felt pretty awful at being made to cum and being fucked, then just dismissed, but as she went to leave after having got dressed, the light haired one told her that she did well, and they’d expect more next week.

Far from being upset, feeling used or cheap, Vicki really enjoyed it. She felt in control, like she had these two men where she wanted them, all wound up and likely to be wanting more. It turns out that she liked this kind of activity and as it was only her fourth day, she was bizarrely excited for what might happen.

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