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Relentlessly Cumming Carla (Part One)

18 October 2025 / KinkyMira / 0 Comments

I slept for the next eight hours. Carla had well and truly broken me. I was orgasmed out, exhausted from riding the fucking machine, and emotionally drained from finally getting intimate with Carla, from finally getting to fuck that big-titted siren that I so craved. And I had to do more of it again tonight. I’d promised. And this girl keeps her promises.

Whilst I was resting, my husband did watch my machine fuck, and then he came up to bed and fucked my asshole. He. Was. Huge. My asshole was very slightly sore from the machine, but lube soothed it enough to take that monster. I think he was proud of me, proud of my riding the machine. I was proud of myself, and gratefully accepted his sodomitical reward.

And then, just before I got ready to go out, he fucked my asshole again. Slower this time and for much longer. But very loving. Almost dreamy. And just as huge. And the last time he came, he came with his glans just inside my pucker, leaving Carla a present to taste later.

And then in a flash, I was back in the pub, skirt too short again with suspenders on display, this time paired with a blouse that was taut and gaping across my tits. Carla couldn’t take her eyes off me. Anna was regaling in just how big my husband’s cock was as he fucked her the previous night, whilst Carla was fucking me. He was rampant apparently, Anna benefitting from what Carla told him she planned. And she told me privately that he did really kiss her, and she did really feel loved. I was glad. Because despite the brutality of the fucking machine and the viciousness of her masturbation of me, I did feel loads of love from Carla.

And as my husband left with Rose (his fuck for that night), he kissed Carla, properly with tongues, and whispered something in her ear. She giggled like a flirty schoolgirl, but otherwise didn’t reply. He kissed Anna well too, and I could see the passion in her eyes as their tongues entwined.

He ended up with Rose that night because apparently, Rose was ovulating and so needed someone rampant. Anna emphasised that he was rampant all last night and he’d seen my fucking machine video since, so poor Rose didn’t stand a chance. In fact, she dragged him away before the pub closed, unable to wait for that first fuck of the night.

After everyone else left and the doors were locked, with just me, Carla and the same assistant barman inside. Once again, I opened my legs to show Carla my cunt, recovered, quivering, needy. After a few minutes of gentle breeze blowing over my moist lips, the assistant barman, who hadn’t been able to take his eyes of it, knelt between my legs and put his mouth to my cunt.

Carla reassured me that it was OK, as they had both been tested (and my husband had the results), and as the assistant barman’s tongue got embedded in my cunt, a pantyless Carla clambered onto the sofa, the act of opening her legs a little making her short skirt ride up making her cunt visible. She then lowered her cunt to my face, whilst looking deep into my eyes. It was hard to focus on licking her out, whilst someone was licking me out, which I think Carla realised, as she began riding my tongue more and more, until in the end, my tongue was static and vertical and she did all the work.

I felt the tongue leave my moist cunt, the gentle breeze again taking over, as I felt his hands unbutton my blouse and pull my bra up off my tits. Once my tits were free, I felt the unmistakable feeling of a nice big glans rubbing up and down my cunt. Controlled by his left hand, his cock burrowed ever so slowly between my cunt lips, his right hand grabbing and squeezing and pulling at my newly freed tits.

Carla’s riding of my tongue was increasing in tempo, as the barman started to move his cock in and out. I just lay there, looking up at the gorgeous woman riding my tongue, with a cock ploughing with increasing speed into my cunt. It was the first cock my cunt had had all day, and I was enjoying it. Given how the cock was growing, I guess the barman was too.

Carla’s cunt was becoming more fragrant as she got closer to cumming, and as the barman increased in speed, Carla stopped moving and started squirting her thick juices, my tongue springing into action to work every drop from her cunt and to clear away what I could reach.

All too soon, Carla climbed off my face, rotated 180 degrees and opened her ass cheeks, so I could see her flexing ass pucker hovering by my face. I felt the barman’s hands burrow under my back, and without missing a stroke, he unhooked my bra and pulled it off me. As I settled down with my tits now totally unencumbered, Carla lowered her cunt back to my face. She let go of her cheeks, my nose nuzzled in the lower reaches of her ass crack. I put my tongue out again and started licking at her stickiness, and soon she was riding my tongue again.

I saw the barman’s hands reach behind Carla’s body and remove her bra too, and as my tongue dived into her cunt, I imagined those wonderful fleshy 30H tits swinging in the barman’s full view. My daydream was broken by an ever hardening cock and the sound of Carla and the barman kissing, sloppy, tonguey, noisy kissing.

That went on for a while, and then I felt him grabbing roughly at my tits with one hand, and it looked like he was grabbing at hers with the other. I could feel myself starting to build to orgasm now, and Carla certainly was. She came first, another mass of her sticky fluid hitting my face.

This time, she clambered off, leaning back with legs spread wide giving him a great view, and allowing me, finally, to see him fucking me, and to allow him to see my face glistening with Carla’s juices. He grabbed one of my tits in each hand and drove in harder, twisting my tits over and over as he slammed into my cunt. After a while of doing that, he let go of my tits and grabbed onto my hips instead. He was near, as was I, and I used my cunt muscles to clamp down on his cock, him using my hips to keep his drive strong.

Now Carla wasn’t directly involved, she got mouthy again, telling him how all a dirty little cumbucket like me deserved was a big load of cum. That did it for me, and I started cumming, clamping down on his cock as he accelerated one last time. I was in the last throws of my own orgasm when he started to cum, his cock pulsing over and over as it spewed a good load of cum into my cunt. Yet more cum for Carla to taste later.

He pulled out, put his sticky cock back in his trousers, and he told us to fuck off and leave the final bit of clear-up to him. He picked up our bras and told us we could have them back some days later, after he had time to enjoy them. Seemed fair. Annoying though, as I was planning on wearing it the following day, but fair.

I pulled my blouse back across my unleashed tits and buttoned it up. My hair was a mess and my face was covered in glistening girl cum, but that’s how I was going to walk to Carla’s. As Carla straightened her clothes, she became professional before we left, finalising instructions for the recently fucked barman. And as we walked up the road, professionalism went out of the window and sluttiness was back, Carla telling me how my body was now a smorgasbord of tastes for her to enjoy, two lots of cum to cream pie and her own sticky mess on my face. And she loved the way I just walked up the street, my sluttiness visible for all to see, proud of the state of my face, proud of the choice of cum in my holes.

But as it was 1am, there was nobody there to see, which is a good job, as halfway back, we stopped under a streetlight and started snogging, with Carla pulling my very short skirt up revealing my ass to the world, grabbing a cheek in each hand as we snogged, just like she had that first day (only yesterday!). She even pulled my cheeks apart to show the non-existent audience my ass pucker. As I felt the wind blow across my pucker, I had the overwhelming desire to fuck her outside. With my strap-on. I felt my body could do it that day, a rare feeling indeed, so I wasn’t going to let the opportunity slip from my fingers.

Disciplining The Maid (Part Two)

5 October 2025 / KinkyMira / 0 Comments

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

His Late Night Chat Girl (Part Three)

10 May 2025 / KinkyMira

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

His Late Night Chat Girl (Part Two)

27 April 2025 / KinkyMira

As Louise took my now husband’s cock fully into her mouth, she stopped looking and admiring it, instead looking up at him and gazing into his eyes. She knew how much that solid, adoring eye contact enhanced a blow job, and he gazed adoringly back at her, his eyes locked onto hers. She saw his eyes briefly break contact a few times, alternating between her eyes and her bra, resulting in him suggesting to her that she should pull her tits out of her bra. Her eyes widened, showing her confusion about what he wanted, her eyes having to convey her feelings as her mouth was full and busy, but he demonstrated with his hands and she got the idea.

She briefly letting his cock slip out of her mouth, and used her right hand to pull her left tit up over the bra, resting her fleshy mound on the top edge of the cup, and replicated with her other hand and tit. She then looked up and him and saw a smile and gentle nod, his mouth going on to form the words “make your nipples hard like diamonds”. That wouldn’t take long, as they were pretty hard already. As she used her fingers to work on her nipples, pinching, pulling and twisting them as she thought he would himself, she realised that he knew what he wanted, that for once she wouldn’t have to lead the way. She just sensed that this was a man that knew how to fuck. Oh, how she craved one of those. She couldn’t even remember how they started chatting all those months ago, and she didn’t much care, he was fun to talk to and even more worth it if she got a good fucking or twelve.

Once her nipples were hardened to his satisfaction, the link between their eyes was re-established, and that was her cue to take his cock in her mouth and start working it again, start hardening it again, start preparing it to spray coat the inside of her cunt with his sticky cum.

Once he was acceptably hard, he held his hands out to her. She pulled her mouth off his hard cock, took his hands in hers and he guided her up off her knees. He took a step back with her and sat on the bed, feeling some dirty panties under his ass as he got comfortable. She got the idea what he wanted, and she put her pillows behind his back to give him support as he leant back. She then climbed onto the bed, facing him, kneeling either side of his legs. He pulled her forwards by the ass as she grabbed onto his still hard cock and lined it up with her cunt.

As she lowered her cunt onto his cock, he realised just how wet she was. She must have been nearly dripping. She leant towards him, so that he could reach behind her back and take off her bra, letting her 30GG tits drop off the top and bounce in a very sexy way. She knew he liked it as she felt his cock in her cunt get even harder. She leant back, leaning on her locked arms, giving him a view of his cock entering her cunt for a couple of dozen strokes, before leaning forwards again and lying on him, mouths close. Their tongues touched, and he placed his hands on her ass cheeks, gripping them hard to haul her up and down his cock, her leg muscles doing most of the work. As she straightened up again, she added a little sway to her top half, making her tits bounce up and swing round, her moves mesmerising him and keeping him as hard as iron as he fucked her.

She regretted not going to the uni gym more now. Her leg muscles were already starting to ache, but she knew the unmistakable tingle of her cunt starting to build to an orgasm. She had to carry on, and started to rely more on his hands manhandling her ass, trying to eke out the strength in her leg muscles.

As she got closer to cumming, she started shaking her head from side to side, her long blonde hair swishing across her tits, as she encouraged him to keep going. It’s not like he was going to stop. He’d never got a girl this close to cumming and let it go. He was nowhere near cumming, but his cock was being kept hard as a rock by the view, by the hair swishing across her tits, by the glint in her eye, by her licking her lips as she got close, by the bouncing of her voluptuous tits.

As her orgasm started to break, she pushed his hands off her ass cheeks, stopping her motion and clenching really hard on his cock, which was fully buried in her cunt. He didn’t cum. She was shocked, she was sad. But she did cum, really hard, and she cared about that more in that moment.

She looked at him, with his broad smile, happy at the ecstasy he’d brought upon her. She told him she was a one and done girl, and he said that was OK, but as he hadn’t cum, could he at least lap up her cunt juices. She agreed, assuming it would just be a quick clear up and they’d be cuddling soon enough.

He had other ideas. He rolled her off him and onto her back, putting a pillow under her head to make her comfortable. Carefully avoiding her clit for now, his tongue flicked all over the outer reaches of her cunt, his fingers deftly parting her folds, his tongue seeking out every drop of their tasty juices. She closed her eyes, loving the caring feeling of his tongue and finger examination, knowing she was done, so could just relax into the licking. He noticed her face looking serene as his tongue darted around. He had to pick his moment, the moment he would touch her clit with his tongue.

He gently, delicately, moved his hands to her hips, holding her in place without her realising it. And then he flicked his tongue over her clit. She didn’t jump, she was expecting it. What she wasn’t expecting was the feeling she got as he worked her clit more and more. Her clit was tingling. Like when she was heading for an orgasm. He looked up and saw her eyes as wide as saucers again. Now he felt her hips move, pushing against his hands clamping her hips into place.

That cunt was going nowhere. It wasn’t escaping his tongue. He kept licking, focussing more and more on her clit. Her hips were pushing against his hands in a circular motion, rhythmic motions building her orgasm. He was going to stop and put his cock in her again, but decided not to. He was enjoying making her move, enjoying getting her close to cumming when she didn’t think she was capable, and he was really enjoying their taste. His tongue getting faster and more frenzied, her motions pushing against his hands harder, and when she was so close, when he thought she was oh so near, he quite roughly ground at her clit with his tongue. That pushed her over the edge, her body arching as she came again, her cries louder than before, his mouth being flooded with more juices, his tongue, which was by now buried in her cunt, was being squeezed by her muscles and gave her something to squeeze against as she came.

As soon as she stopped cumming, he took his tongue away, and she felt a cold breeze across her wet cunt. She had never been that wet in her life. He was amazing.

He moved up the bed, and he cuddled her, putting his hand on one of her tits as she snuggled into his body. She hadn’t even got his shirt off, and here she was, wearing only her hold-ups, his hand owning a tit, her cunt drenched twice, totally exhausted. She undid the buttons on his shirt and nuzzled into his chest. She felt well fucked. She felt very lucky.

And then the guilt kicked in. He hadn’t cum. She had cum twice, and he hadn’t at all. He’d given her something she’d never had before and she hadn’t even made him cum once. As she nuzzled him, she knew she had to fuck him again. That night. She just had to. Her guilt would force her. She’d never cum more than once, she didn’t know if she could cum three times. If anyone could make her cum three times, it was him. But actually she didn’t need to cum again. She just had to make sure he came. Boy did she owe him. She’d never cum so hard before, and he made her cum that hard twice.

She had to make him cum, and deep inside her cunt, as she so desperately wanted him to fuck her again. And again. And again. Put your big girl pants on Louise, suck it up and make him cum, make him spray coat the inside of your slick cunt with his sticky cum. Make him want to fuck you again.

She didn’t need to make him want to fuck her again. He had already decided he was going to do that again anyway. He thought the way she came was so cute, way too cute. He was going to enjoy that particular cuteness again.

A Christmas Conundrum (Part Two)

10 November 2024 / KinkyMira

Kate kept up her relentless rhythm in Cowgirl, his cock almost leaving her cunt at every upstroke, it being totally buried with every downstroke. Those exercises she did at university certainly helped her leg strength and as Cowgirl was her favourite, it improved her longevity. She was surprised how well he was lasting; clearly, he was trying to delay cumming, but with her naked tits rubbing his naked chest on every up and down, and the fact they were in a forest where anyone could stumble on them, he was certainly excited enough. So was she, and in the heat of the moment, she forgot that the people that might stumble on them might know her parents. But she just had to have this fuck.

She was broken out of her daydream by the realisation that his cock was getting larger and harder, that sign she knew meant he was about to spray the inside of her cunt with his sticky cum. She focussed on her cunt, squeezing with every stroke, the extra tightness and extra rubbing meant that out of nowhere, she was getting near her orgasm too. He saw her facial expression change, to determination, and he knew what that meant. He had to hold on. But all too soon, he felt her cunt clamp down on his cock, as her movements abruptly stopped. He pinned down her hips to keep her deeply impaled and she started crying out as she came, the extra pressure forcing him to cum too. She felt spray after spray come from his cock, as her own shudders from orgasm subsided. As their bodies both relaxed, she leant down to kiss him again, before suddenly remembering her surroundings and checking they were still alone. They were.

She stayed sitting on his lap and kissing him, as his cock started shrinking and slowly slipping from her messy cunt. She needed that. She needed more too, and she knew in all likelihood that he would provide. It was probably the longest they carried on kissing, with them both waiting for his cock to recover. After a while, it did, her naked tits and their frenetic tonguing doing its job. She could feel his slightly hardening cock nudging against the outer folds of her cunt, and she pulled away from the kiss and looked at him. He suggested she drape herself over the fallen tree, an idea that appealed as she wanted him to fuck her this time, not the other way round.

They got up and dusted the forest floor off their legs and then he draped his jacket over the tree for her to lie on. He had to admit she looked fucking sexy, her hair not quite perfect as it usually was, her tits up over her bra and poking out beyond her blouse, her skirt up and tucked into her waistband and her panties still pulled to one side, her cunt glistening in the sunlight. She bit her bottom lip at the sight of his cock springing upwards again, well aware of the effect her body was having on it.

She lined herself up in front of his jacket, and then bent at the waist, her stomach lying on the jacket covered tree, and her head slightly below her ass. He adjusted her legs to get her cunt to the right height, and then he teased her outer folds with his cock, still bouncing as it wasn’t quite at full hardness yet.

Her breathing was getting heavy as he lightly teased her cunt, then nudging it before her welcoming cunt swallowed his cock in one easy movement. Whilst he was fully buried, he put his hands under her hips and adjusted her legs just a little, and then he pushed her head down. She was holding it up before, but he clearly wanted her head well below her ass. He knew she would go a little lightheaded, but he knew that would make her orgasms more magical.

Once he was happy with her position, he started long slow methodical strokes, his cock slipping easily into and out of her slick cunt. She knew his second fuck would be a lot longer, and so she relaxed into it. At this point, it just felt nice to have his cock going in and out of her body, but as it got harder and as she was rubbed inside by it, whilst getting a little lightheaded, her cunt started to feel like it was building again. With her body totally relaxed, all the work was his to do, and he was settled in for the long haul.

Holding on to her hips and slamming his cock deep into her cunt, his rhythm was quite slow and purposeful. His cock wasn’t quite hard enough to be rubbing those parts of her cunt, but his relentless ploughing was quite dreamy. He sped up a little and his cock got harder as a result. Now it was rubbing the inside of her cunt, now it was starting to grow her orgasm.

He was nowhere near, so as she tensed up and started to shudder, he didn’t miss a stroke, didn’t slow down or pause. He just carried on with the same rhythm, which seems to extend the length of her orgasm, whilst simultaneously making her cunt feel that it was being ignored, its orgasm seeming to be totally irrelevant. It wasn’t of course, and he worked hard at both making her orgasm, and making it the longest and hardest that he could.

Almost as soon as the first orgasm had finished, she was building for another one. Her cunt was starting to get sensitive, which required her head to overrule her body. When she got sensitive, what she wanted more than anything was for him to stop, but she wasn’t going to stop him. She wanted more cock and much more cum.

Several times he accelerated his rhythm slightly, until once again, she started to cum, squeezing down on his cock. But he still wasn’t cumming (although her squeezing was making this more of a challenge) and once again, he ploughed on through her orgasm. Her clenching down on his cock was having an effect though, and he suddenly got fairly close to cumming. He knew he hadn’t got long left, so he focussed on the internal rubbing inside her cunt, and in no time at all, her final orgasm for the afternoon came, her clenching on his cock as she came made him have that final growth, him finally stopping that rhythm as he deposited his final lot of cum deep in her cunt.

They were both out of breath, and aware time was ticking on. Before she moved, he pulled her panties back over her messy cunt, and then helped her off the tree and helped her to put her tits away and then rearrange the rest of her clothes. He then lovingly preened her hair to get it back to her usual perfect self before they kissed (with some tongues) and then parted to return to their families.

They met another twice during that holiday, to similar effect, and then carried on fucking the following term at university, only stopping when Kate got herself a serious boyfriend. Still, they fucked over a hundred times during the six months they were fucking, and their families never did find out.

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