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Aftercare When I Needed It

9 November 2026 / KinkyMira / 0 Comments

After the clothes at the door party, we went back to Sara and her husband’s place to get some sleep. It took me a while to get to sleep, and when I woke, I had such a massive sub drop, by far the biggest I’ve ever had.

A sub drop is an emotional and/or physical crash after a BDSM scene or event. The party wasn’t even really BDSM, outside of having to have sex with who you are told to and how you’re told to, and I didn’t really have that much penetrative sex, although I was masturbated for most of seven hours. I physically crashed on the night, partly due to my body being shite and partly sub crash, thus having to be held up, pinned to the wall for my ass fuck (which was totally surreal and very very enjoyable). When I woke up the following morning, I was sobbing my heart out.

My husband recognised what was going on immediately. My physical crash was complete (and not massively unusual if I’m honest) but the more unusual thing was that I had a lot of the common emotional sub drop symptoms: I was very sad, almost depressed, extremely tearful and anxious, and I felt empty, disconnected, and very very vulnerable.

Now, I don’t usually need aftercare. I know its available if I need it, but I don’t normally. In some cases, I feel it sullies the scene somewhat, and I usually love the feelings of being used, being worthless, feeling empty. It all adds to the experience.

But on a day like this, I absolutely needed aftercare, and my husband started by spooning me, me as little spoon, his naked body pushing against mine, his hand gripping my tit, that hand making me feel owned, wanted, needed. With his mouth by my ear, he spoke softly, reassuringly, telling me things like how beautiful I was, how everyone love me for giving my all, how many people had asked to fuck me, how people love watching me take cock like a pro, how proud of me he was, how much he loved being my husband, how much he loved sharing me, and lots and lots of things, really nice things I can’t really remember, but that made me feel good.

Eventually, the sobs started to abate, and my mood started to lift a little. He was so soothing, so loving, so gentle. I started to talk about feeling vulnerable, about how whenever I fuck, I always need to come back to him, no matter how much I love the sex, the orgasms, the filling, eventually I always need to come back to him, and I said that on that day, I needed him to reclaim me, to take me as his again, to own my body and my soul, to own all my holes. I needed to feel him want me. I needed to feel him possess me.

I needed to have his cock in my mouth, I needed to have his cock in my cunt and in my ass, I needed to have him to cum inside me, both cunt and ass, and I knew I wasn’t emotionally ready to cum myself, I just needed to feel his throbbing cock, feel his sticky juices, feel his love, feel his ownership. I’m his sub after all, and I know its wonderful he lends me out, and just how much I get emotionally and physically from this life I lead, but sometimes, I just need him.

He said of course, and that I deserved to be reclaimed for how wonderful I had been, and rolled me onto my back, knelt with his knees under my armpits, put another couple of pillows under my head and told me to use his cock as a dummy, as a pacifier, and I did, for so so long. Just having his cock in my mouth while he was lovingly stroking my hair was wonderful. He wasn’t face fucking me, and I was barely sucking him, what I needed was just having his cock in my mouth, I just needed the connection I got from it. It was so emotional, and I teared up again, but his hair strokes and a mouth filled with his cock soothed me.

I have no idea how long we stayed like that. A long time. “As long as I needed”. When I was ready, I opened my mouth and he pulled back a little, and with love in my eyes, I told him to face fuck me, gently, not to cum, just to reclaim my mouth. And he did so perfectly. This man who usually slams hard, who deep throats me, who makes me choke and gag on his thick hard cock was so gentle, and yet I felt it, emotionally, my mouth was his again. I think he sensed it, because he pulled out and asked if I wanted him to reclaim my cunt. I smiled. I nodded. He stroked my hair, then shuffled down the bed, spread my legs (which felt very symbolic on that day) and pressed his fairly hard cock into my cunt lips, slipping it up and down until his glans slipped between them. And then he pushed in, slowly, even pressure, until he was all the way in. He kissed me as he started to thrust in and out, him clearly being careful to not make me cum, as I said I needed. A nice even firm but gentle fuck. Filling then emptying, emotion flooding back into me as the good hormones took over, and it was then that I told him to fuck me hard, but reminded him I still wasn’t ready to cum. And he did, hard slams from a hard cock, taking my breath away, but him very carefully not rubbing where he would need to. The switch was astounding, his fuck perfect, and he came, hard, deep, every spurt re-emphasising his ownership of my cunt, of me.

He went soft, and began spooning me again, gently saying how he had reclaimed two of my holes and the last one would be his again soon. I smiled, I snuggled back into him, and I reached behind me to his soft cock, rubbing it with my hands, looping fingers round it, slowly bringing it back to life.

He ignored my cock workings and started soothingly talking to me again, saying all the wonderful feel good stuff. Normally he calls me a slut, today he called me perfect. Although, they aren’t mutually exclusive.

When I let go of his cock, after I’d worked it back to hardness, he rolled me onto my front, put a pillow under my stomach and he lubed my asshole, a thorough, intimate lubing, delicate, yet effective, and then he pushed his glans to my pucker, and my asshole sucked him in, it wanted him, at this point, it needed him, it was like my whole body was desperate for him, and he pushed inside, filling me, and then he snuggled behind me, cocooning my body whilst he filled my asshole. He didn’t move his cock for a while, letting me feel internally and externally snuggled. It felt wonderful, his cock inside me really emphasising the cocooning.

And when he sensed I was ready, he started fucking, slow, deliberate, glans right to my asshole, then right back in again, full lengths, getting harder and harder. As it would be his second cumming of the hour, he would take a long time, my asshole would have to take a long fucking. And it did, with him eventually cumming again, loads of warm soft sticky cum. His cock went soft and he snuggled behind me again, his soft cock still in my asshole, and we stayed there for a while.

After his cock eventually popped out of my asshole, I told him I felt I was ready to cum, and I wondered if Sara would lick me to orgasm. We left the room, him holding me up as we walked, and my husband explained my sub drop and asked Sara if she’d lick me out. Of course she would, it’s what friends are for and she immediately sat me down on the sofa, put my feet each on a dining room chair, got between my legs and started licking. Gentle, loving, and I told her my husband and hers would spit roast her after I’d cum, spit roasts being her favourite thing in the world, and her husband asked mine if mine would spank her as well, that he thought she needed a good proper hard spanking.

Sara’s rhythm didn’t alter a jot whilst they were talking about fucking and spanking her, although she did speed up when I added that I thought she deserved a serious spanking, not a play one.

The long slow build up to orgasm was pulling me out of the last bit of my sub drop, and by the time I orgasmed, I was fine. I’d be used later in the day, I’d be spit roasted, and I probably wouldn’t need any aftercare. But when I needed it the most, it was there.

Some people obsess about aftercare, and if you need it, then you must get it. But I don’t normally, and I don’t want it forced on me when I don’t need it, but when I do need it, I need it urgently, desperately.

What started as a catastrophic sub drop ended up as perfect aftercare. And that made me ready to go at it again, to get my own spit roast, to get my own spanking and to cum and cum. It was so important he got my aftercare right, and he so so did. I’m so lucky.

It was also noticeable that my husband had been increasingly needing aftercare for his Pegtember thirty consecutive day peggings, and giving him aftercare is even rarer than giving it to me. He had the sloppy pucker lickings the morning after every pegging, but increasingly, he needed emotional aftercare on the evening of the pegging itself, cuddles, lovely things being said, sweet comments from the women involved. I don’t know if the women’s clothes, the feminisation, has had an effect on him, but emotionally, he needed almost daily support towards the end of the challenge, and the other women and I were only to pleased to give him that support. His need for emotional aftercare made his feminisation totally real to me, and I have realised that this isn’t a game, and also that he is emotionally happy in a partial girl mode, but in need of support and reassurance. I think the switching between dominant man and subservient girl mode drained him, something I didn’t expect. As I said at the start of Pegtember, the feminisation, the girl mode, was an experiment, and I still don’t know where it is heading.

But clearly in girl mode, he needs aftercare, and clearly if I’m physically and emotionally broken, so do I. Neither of us normally need it, but when we do, it is very very important.

A Clothes At The Door Party (Part Two)

5 November 2026 / KinkyMira / 2 Comments

I was recovering from being cunt fucked at a party where you had to leave your clothes at the door, a party where 42 pairs of eyes watched a man I didn’t know, a man I didn’t even know the name of, fuck my cunt hard, make my tits ache from being snapped backwards and forwards, make me cum three times, make me make so much noise, and unload a massive amount of cum into my cunt, apart from the bit he sprayed over my ass cheeks. It was a great fuck, in a great situation, and this was early in the party.

Sara had been sodomised by her chosen man, her husband had fucked the hostess Lorraine’s cunt, and my husband was about to fuck the asshole of a curvy beauty called Gail.

Her eyes were wide, her mouth open a bit, almost in shock at what he said. This woman was quite tall, curvy ass, huge tits, blonde hair and had a twinkle in her eye all the time he was mingling with her. They both felt the connection, so they were both each other’s number one, like I was for mine.

As he pushed her to the wall, pressing her there and opening up her ass cheeks, she told him he’d better live up to all that trash talk. He did. He always does.

His cock was hard, and his insertion into her tidy perfect already lubed little ass pucker was careful, but pressing smoothly, firmly, making her yell out as he pushed in. Someone checked if she was OK and she nodded, but was too engrossed with his invading cock to engage any further. To her asshole, he felt enormous, he felt like he’d rip her asshole to pieces, and yet, she felt safe, she felt utterly utterly filled, and she felt like every drive was grinding her body into the wall. She felt every millimetre of his drive, and that was utterly overwhelming.

As my man was still lightly masturbating my cunt, I was imagining being sodomised like my husband was to her. I think my chosen fuck realised, and asked me if that was how I needed my ass fuck to be, as it looked so deep and so forceful to him. I just answered “Yes please”, and I smiled as I watched my husband fuck this poor woman’s asshole even more. He was whispering in her ear, and her crying out was getting louder. Until she came. And he didn’t, and her ass fuck ordeal continued. That wall was crazy for her. She’d never felt so much of an ass fuck before. So deep, so hard. She came again. She was off now. Nothing was going to stop her cumming. Each slam made the next orgasm more inevitable. He told her this hard sodomy is what naughty girls get, what naughty girls deserve, and she just about managed to gasp how naughty she had been, and how she deserved so much more of it. She came again. He told her he didn’t think she should cum, that she didn’t deserve to cum, and of course, those words got her to cum again. He told her next time, he’d have to spank her if she came again. Her body disobeyed him and she came again. She managed to whisper “Next time?” and he suggested she didn’t think was a once only ass fuck, did she? She came again. Obviously not. And then, I saw my husband slam into her ass, I saw his muscles in his ass flex and I saw the evidence of him filling her asshole with cum. She came too, for the last time this fuck, noisily, then she collapsed into his arms, and they retook their seat for more masturbation of her cunt and to view the last fuck of the first round.

Then, whilst we all recovered for a bit (although not from the masturbation and finger fucking that was still carrying on), there were some announcements. One woman (who wasn’t here) would be fertile the following weekend, and she offered any of the men the chance to fuck her and to provide the sperm to make a baby. Signed paperwork to make any father not liable, she just wants their nice fresh sperm, and as much of it as possible. She just wanted good, hard breeding, she just wanted a baby.

A second announcement was that one of the women present was going to have her Mirena removed in a few days time, so she’d be available for a month or two for unprotected breeding and period fucks, although her age made her getting pregnant somewhat less likely. Same paperwork for the men. Seemed a fairly standard part of an offer.

A third announcement was that someone was emigrating overseas in six weeks time, and so if anyone wanted a goodbye fuck, contact her as plenty of slots are available now she’s split with her husband.

A fourth announcement was a reminder to book for the Halloween Witches Coven. They needed more women, because apparently, the sex would be very hard on the witches. Sounded great. I had the perfect outfit. Would be a whole new audience for it.

What I loved was that this was like any old club. Announcements, matter of fact, the fact they were about fucking was irrelevant.

And then we found out who we women were paired with for our lesbian session, although we stayed on our chosen man’s lap, being molested until it was time to fuck the woman. I had real trouble deciding a one-two-three as they were all on a par with each other (my number two was Gail, the woman my husband was fucking), and I did get my number three. I was very happy with who I was to be fucked by, and my number three turned out to be an amazing choice. She was an American named Brandi, her husband was local, but fundamentally, she was a female heavy bisexual, and he was a male heavy bisexual, but they do fuck others of the opposite sex (like here). For every time her and her husband had sex (which was weekly), she had about eight all-female fucks. She was really experienced, and she was really good.

As we both came freely earlier, it was decided that our session would only finish once we had each cum six times. I’d cum a lot already, so that wasn’t that easy a target. When it came to our turn, we impaled our cunts onto a double ended dildo (one that had already been up five pairs of cunts), we kissed, proper tongues kissing, we pulled at the other’s tits, we rubbed our cunts together, we masturbated each other’s cunt, we finger penetrated each other’s asses and we each pegged the other. And what made us cum was pegging each other, cunt and ass, with the same dildo used for both her holes and mine, and finger fucking each other. I’m not going to lie. I was exhausted, especially from the pegging. Very happy, but exhausted. I had no idea how I was going to survive having a wall ass fuck. I considered asking him for another position, but I love that position so much, I just thought adrenaline would get me through. I retook my place on his lap, my body being his to finger fuck, masturbate and grope as he saw fit.

Sara’s lesbian fuck was every bit as hard as mine. They did a lot more ass pegging, and their target was six orgasms too, which they achieved quicker than we did. They were both experienced, and both hungry for cunt and ass, so they went after each other’s bodies with purpose, and even a little venom. After the other all-female pairs had fucked and had their orgasms, there was another break, where the men were requested to volunteer for the earlier three announcements, and women for for the fourth. Sara took the chance to check with me that I was OK. I told her I was wrecked, but nothing was going to stop me. She kissed me, long, lingering, loving, and told me she knew I’d be OK, she’d make sure I made it to the end. She’s a good friend.

Sara’s husband volunteered for the breeding session to get the woman pregnant, my husband volunteered me for the Witches Coven, and I then saw my husband talking to my chosen fuck, and I was scared, scared he’d be telling him how to make that wall fuck totally overwhelming and devastating. He was. He totally was. I was broken, and what I thought I needed was love and compassion. What my husband would be teaching was harsh sodomy, hard ass penetration. But he knew my body way better than anyone else in the room, even me at times, so he knew what my body could handle.

And then to our final fucks. My husband suggested I would need more rest before I could take my chosen man’s cock as he wanted, so he asked for me to have more recovery time, and with everyone’s agreement, I was moved to the last fuck.

A few fucks in, it was Sara’s cunt, and her man bent her over the dining table, fucking hard, and as it was his second fuck, he lasted a long time. Poor Sara was cumming and cumming, almost desperate for it to end, but taking every stroke and every rub like a pro. And eventually, her squeezing paid off, him spewing another massive load of cum, this time into her cunt. And sitting back on his lap, his fingers were getting a little messy, a little cummy, as he masturbated her. And she loved the messy wanking, a very visible sign to all the others of how much she had made him cum.

Sara’s husband had Lorraine’s ass fuck next, piledriving her when she was face down on the sofa. She hadn’t been sodomised that way for years, and she thoroughly enjoyed it, cumming almost at his will. Like the wall fuck, but more comfy for Lorraine. He was exhausted when he was finished, she had lost all her elegance. He’d fucked it out of her. With messy hair, smudged make-up and a look of exhaustion, his fingers harshly fucked her cunt, making her cum over and over, even whilst watching other people cum. His relentlessness was both endearing and very very hard for poor Lorraine to keep up with. But let’s face it, her husband has his pet party fucktoy, and she now really wants to become Sara’s husband’s pet party fucktoy. She owed herself that much.

By the time it got round to my husband and Gail, Gail was practically begging to have her cunt awash with his sticky cum. So, that was my husband’s cue to make her wait, to start fucking her really hard, to start making her cum and cum, but stopping himself from cumming, holding his cum back. She tried to goad him into cumming quickly, but he has more control over his orgasm than that, he had more control over her orgasms than that too. He had her in one of his favourite position, ass in the air, legs spread enough to get his cock in, head far lower than her ass, tits hanging down by her face. Holding onto her ass cheeks to keep in place as he slammed into her cunt, he knew she’d start to get light-headed soon, which he knows from doing it to me and Anna means her orgasms will get harder and more dreamy. She just took his cock in that position, until her head did feel a little woozy, and she moved her arms to get up. At that moment, her orgasm struck and her arms gave way, keeping her head down as she started to cry out. Her legs twisted as if to give way, but he held her hips firm and carried on fucking, as his crotch was literally dripping with the juices she had sprayed out. Her next orgasm was almost starting as soon as the previous one finished, and there was another one, this last one being the one that finally forced his cock to cum inside her. I saw his ass muscles tense over and over, giving me a hint of just how much cum he had deposited deep in her cunt. As her body tried to collapse, he pulled her onto his lap and immediately started masturbating her again, just like the rest of us.

A few more fucks and then finally, last and definitely not least, was me. Poor broken, cummed out me. Lorraine and Sara manhandled me up and pinned me against the wall. My man lubed my asshole and started trash talking me, pretending he wasn’t aware of my condition. He knew how to get me worked up.

And as he pushed his cock through my pucker, Lorraine and Sara were still holding me, pinning me in place, ensuring I was held up, I was safe, and my asshole was available for his use. If they had let go, I would have collapsed. They didn’t. They were with me all the way.

And my chosen fuck applied the wisdom my husband gave him, to make sure my ass fuck was overwhelming, to make sure it was hard sodomy, to make sure I felt every inch of regret for the pounding my asshole was taking. He just fucked on and on, perfectly on rhythm, massive and rock hard, the unyielding wall making my poor ravaged body take every millimetre of his drives. I came without resistance now, I had no fight left to hold an orgasm back, and with one of my orgasms, my legs gave way, meaning I was being held against the wall entirely by Lorraine, Sara and my man’s cock. And still he fucked. Just like I wanted him too. It was totally overwhelming, and I lost all track of time until he finally, quite unexpectedly, came hard deep in my ass.

And that was it, half an evening and half the night fucking. I was broken. I was overwhelmed. I was crying. I was happy.

As Lorraine ordered us a taxi, my husband and Sara’s got me back into my dress. Lorraine then told us that Sara and her husband were accepted as full members of that fuck party scene, and that me and my husband were full members too, just ones they knew wouldn’t be there that often, as we lived a good way away. With that knowledge, my husband signed up for a period fuck from announcement two, and also organised a “lunch” in two days time, after I’ve recovered, with Lorraine, who was my husband’s number two, and her husband, who was my number two man. By lunch, I mean fucking. And, despite being broken, I signalled how much I was looking forward to being a slutty witch at the Witch Fuck-Fest, something Lorraine seemed particularly pleased at. She thought I’d be popular. Not that I knew what I was volunteering for, just that I’d be in my obscene witches outfit (and I love how well it shows my body off), and that the sex would be hard on us women.

Our two husbands carried me to the taxi, and Sara and I sat in the middle of the rear, my husband snuggling with Sara and hers with me. I felt her lift my skirt up, and open my legs a bit, and realised hers were the same, and she was displaying both of our well-fucked messy cunts for the driver to see in his mirror. It seems that Lorraine had arranged it that if we showed our cunts the whole time, we’d get a cut-price fare. In our village, our local taxi driver gets a blow job, not just showing our cunts, but we do get a totally free ride.

But I really didn’t care at this point. I showed my cunt, he could have touched it if he wanted. I was broken, I was orgasmed out, I was a teary mess, I was happy. What a night. What a crowd.

A Clothes At The Door Party (Part One)

5 September 2026 / KinkyMira / 8 Comments

Lorraine opened her front door and invited us in. She was wearing a black full-length sequinned dress, nothing underneath, deep cleavage and split up to the waist on both sides. She looked absolutely stunning, but she wouldn’t be wearing it for long. Once all the party guests had arrived, and therefore she no longer had to keep answering the front door, she’d be taking the dress off, just like the rest of us, who would already be naked by then.

She leant in and kissed Sara and her husband, and my husband and me, not a welcome peck on the cheek, but about a thirty second on the lips full tongues snog each, a rather lovely way to meet someone for the first time. She handed us a plastic box, and whilst we were still in the hall, with a full length frosted glass window and door behind us, and under Lorraine’s smiling watchful eyes, we had to remove our clothes and put them in the box. This was a party where you had to leave your clothes at the door, and even then, women were limited to arriving in one piece of clothing, the men two. So, as instructed, I was wearing a short blue and white fifties style dress, gathered at the waist, and my husband, his trousers and shirt, and they were folded up and put in a plastic box she had labelled with our names. Sara put her little black dress and her husband’s shirt and trousers into their box. We kept our shoes and I adjusted my hair clip to be higher, with the bundle of hair more playful, and then, as she let us through into the party, she put the boxes in a side room with the others.

We knew no one else here, not even the hostess, and yet, later this evening, Sara and I would be fucking one of the men and one of the women. The men would fuck one of the women, twice, once cunt and once ass, and the woman would be his to masturbate, grope, edge and generally touch the rest of the time, hours of relentless masturbation and bodily contact, only broken up by her fucking one of the women. The rules were very strict, for everyone’s pleasure and enjoyment, as there were a lot of people that needed to fuck, and all the fucks needed to be in sight of the guests.

We had until 9pm to mingle. We were naked, as was everybody else (including Lorraine once everyone had arrived), and we had the run of the downstairs of the house, the patio and the back garden. Until 9pm, nobody was allowed to touch anyone other than you could in polite company. Apart from kissing. Each pair was allowed a single thirty second on the lips full tongues snog (two men would shake hands). There was no sex, but the sexual tension was palpable, and the kissing just hyped things up.

At 9pm, each couple had to decide whether to leave the party, stay and only watch, or stay and get fucked. I mean everyone knew why we were there, but as most of the people there didn’t know each other (or only knew each other from one of these parties), there was a chance you’d be randomly paired with someone for a fuck, and if there was anyone you didn’t like, that was your chance to leave, or watch. Because if you stayed to fuck, you had to fuck the people you were paired with. No choice. No backing out. By handing the voting form in, you committed to fucking whoever you were paired with. It felt kinda risky, yet it was thrilling and exciting. Being told who to fuck was unreal. And yet there we all were.

Everyone stayed. Everyone was nice, and eager to get going. Everyone decided to fuck. Twenty two couples would all be fucked tonight, in full view of the other party guests.

The next phase was for each man to vote for the three women they would like to fuck. Not partners. Not anyone you knew outside the fuck party scene. And the women had to vote for three men and three women. Same rules. For me, the men were a fairly easy choice. Three really attracted me. I really struggled with the women. I had about ten.

The votes were collected, and the hostess and helpers went to work out the pairings. If there was anyone who wasn’t on anyone’s list of three, then who fucked who would be at random, drawn by numbered balls in a bag. That didn’t happen.

So next, people were paired up with those they voted for. This process can fail at this point, and we’d be back at random, but it didn’t. We all got paired off with someone from our top three.

As Lorraine came back, the chairs, armchairs and sofas in the lounge were arranged for the men to sit on. Then, the women were called and told whose lap to sit on. This was their man for the night.

And I was over the moon. My man was my number one choice (and apparently I was his), and so with great joy, I sat on his lap, his cock nudging my ass. I leant back against his chest and he grabbed a tit in each hand. At this point, that was all he was allowed to do. As instructed, I put my legs either side of his, so my cunt was on display, even a little open. All the women ended up like this, tits gripped, cunt on display.

And what a cunt my husband’s chosen woman had, perfect to my eyes, and my husband couldn’t see it, he could only see the women opposite him. That was no doubt a lovely view too.

Once everyone was in place, and had had their tits gripped for a while, Lorraine called for the “Women’s Warm Up Session”, where the men’s hands left our tits, went to our cunts and started masturbating us, finger fucking us. Lorraine reminded us that every woman must cum at this point, so make it loud and proud. We were. The cacophony of moans and screams was electric. And what I didn’t know was the order we came in decided the order we’d be fucked in, this time, the one that came last was fucked first. I came second last, so I’d be fucked second. My husband’s came fairly quickly, fourth I think, so he’d fuck fourth from last.

Next was a quick “Men’s Warm Up Session”, the girls on our knees giving sloppy blow jobs, not to orgasm, just enjoying our chosen cock in our mouths, enjoying their full balls in our hands. We finished on a whistle and each girl had to retake their position on their man’s lap with their legs either side of his, so their cunts, their clits and their masturbation was visible, and we had to be in that position all the time apart from when we were being fucked, we were being edged all the time we weren’t being fucked.

The first woman to be fucked picked a ball out of the bag. We knew each man would fuck both our cunts and assholes, one either side of our lesbian session. The ball decided which one we had first. The man decided the position and circumstances. She also picked a second ball, which was used to decide the sequence of our all-female fucks later on.

The girl who went first got cunt, and the man sat her on the sofa where he was, pulled her ass to the edge, lifted her legs up his front and ploughed in there. This wasn’t about long fucks, it was about hard slamming quick fucks, it was about thundering orgasms, it was about cum deep in our cunts, it was about putting on a show for the audience. These were raw, unprotected fucks. We had 44 male/female fucks and 11 all-female fucks to get through, and it was already 9:30 when we started. All the time we watched them fuck, my man kept masturbating me, gently, and finger fucking me, slightly harder, just keeping me revved up (as if the visuals weren’t enough to do the job).

She screamed. She had her breath taken away, she came, hard, doubling over hard, and yet he still carried on his hard perfectly rhythmed slams. She quietened down after she had cum, she was trying to regain her breath, trying to regain her composure. The wielder of her cock was having none of it, and very soon she was that ragged mess again, her composure had gone, her arms up over her head, her tits snapping to his rhythm. I could see her cunt squeezing his cock, and it worked. Eventually, he slammed hard in and stayed there, as she was doubling over with another massive orgasm, I saw his ass muscles flex as he squirted a whole load of sticky cum into her cunt.

And then, they switched places and she sat on his lap again, hers legs either side of his, him playing with her tits and masturbating her messy cunt as before. There was no clean up. At any point all night. If you were a mess, you were a mess.

It was my turn to be made a mess next, and my chosen man’s cock was already quite hard and quite big. But he fancied seeing my tits hang and swing, so he bent me over the arm of the sofa and after a couple of extra cunt rubs between my legs, he ploughed straight in. My cunt was sloppy as hell already and it welcomed the hard sizeable intruder easily. There was no finesse about this fuck. I had an audience like I love, I had my husband watching me get fucked by this man whose name I couldn’t remember, and the man was good, he was hitting all the right spots, he was rubbing in all the right places, and soon I was screaming, I was moaning and I was cumming. And as usual, I carried on being fucked until the man came, and for me, that involved him giving me three hard orgasms, and it involved my tits snapping backwards and forwards so much that I could feel the ache after my first fuck. And his cum, well there seemed to be so much of it, and as he carried on fucking me as he was cumming, some was really deep in my cunt, some was very shallow and a bit sprayed over my ass cheeks, cum I ground into his lap as I took my place on his lap, legs either side of his, cummy cum on display, tired from the hard cumming, tender tits from the snapping, ready to watch more fucking.

A few fucks later, Sara drew anal, and her man had her bent in a similar tit snapping position, whilst he sodomised her hard. She couldn’t remember his name either, and that really hyped the fuck up for her, cumming on an empty cunt quickly. Sara had poise and elegance, so when some of us fucked ones were ragged, dishevelled, a mess, Sara still maintained her aura, like you would imagine a big screen film goddess doing whilst she fucked anyone she could get her hands on.

Despite cumming early on, she took a long hard ass fuck, like you’d expect of Sara really, having a couple more orgasms before he finally came, but the smile on her face and the glow said it all.

A couple more fucks later was Sara’s husband, and he had Lorraine’s cunt. That stunning elegant woman from the door was soon a complete mess, hair everywhere, moaning and screaming as he pulled orgasm after orgasm out of her, not large ones, but a large number of small ones. She was filthy telling him what he was doing to her cunt, and that only spurred him on, with him telling her what he was going to wreak on her asshole later. He came big, and they collapsed in a heap. She chose well.

And a few more fucks before my husband was up with his chosen fuck, a curvy beauty called Gail. And much to his delight, he got ass. He adored his first fuck with a woman being anal, so that was perfect. As he was lubing her asshole up, he was telling her about how big he was going to get, how much he was going to stretch her, how much her asshole would regret her picking him and how much cum he was going to leave in her asshole.

Showing Him The Way

31 August 2026 / KinkyMira / 6 Comments

In just over a week, Stacey’s boyfriend, eager to make sure he got to fuck all our asses before Stacey changed her mind, had worked his way round all the women, me, Rose, Tanya, Helen, Anna and Carla, his hard cock fucking each of our asses, and dutiful Stacey had been fucked by all the men the following day, paying each debt like the good girlfriend she is, and each of the men had given her their absolute best fuck, hour after hour of repeated hard cunt penetration, and each time, Stacey walked across the village braless, with streaked make-up and messy pantyless cunt like the slut she felt.

It was on one of those slut walks that Anna and I had a chat with her. Our ass fucks were just that, ass fucks, and as enjoyable as they were, we wanted her boyfriend to do more than just an ass fuck us. Anna was saying she desperately wanted him to lick her cunt out, to make her cum with his tongue, but didn’t suggest it as he hadn’t agreed that with Stacey. And Helen really wanted him to lick down her ass crack and focus his tongue on her asshole, but obviously she didn’t suggest that either. And to be honest, I fancied a bit of cunt action with him, I wanted to try his cock in my cunt even if it was just once.

Stacey laughed, her mascara streamed face beaming as she pointed out that our husbands had done far more to her than the simple cunt fuck that had been agreed. They’d railed her like mad, they had fucked her over and over for hours, and every single time, they’d ruined her, they made her mascara run, they made her cum repeatedly, they took exactly what they wanted from her, they fucked her exactly as they wanted. And she encouraged them all the way.

And her boyfriend knew what they’d done to her. And he still hadn’t started doing more to the women who were generously letting him fuck their asses. She despaired a bit, and then, with a twinkle in her eye, she suggested we need to get a bit more …. direct with him. She felt it was only appropriate that we got full multi-faceted fucks, he should be encouraged to do anything he wanted to do to us, just like our husbands did anything they wanted to her.

She felt it would be rather hypocritical if she stopped her boyfriend doing anything he wanted to us women, given she had no intention of stopping the men doing what they wanted to do to her (apart from anal penetration, but they’d all agreed to not do that). In fact, she felt duty bound to encourage it, to support the wonderful women, the reason she was getting all these mature cunt fucks she so loved.

And yes, Stacey knew that meant he’d occasionally fuck their aching dripping cunts, and she was happy for their cunts to be fucked, given how much her cunt was fucked. But she knew he’d focus mostly on their assholes, she knew how much he loved sodomising these sexy, hot, curvy, big-titted vixens, and she also knew she’d have to show him the way, and given I was down to fuck him that very afternoon, she suggested she come over to tease him and let him know he should perhaps expand our fucks. He was due at two, and she got to my place at one fifteen.

We had to plan how we were going to torment him, but by one thirty, Stacey and I were both topless (we were pantyless under our short skirts anyway) and we were snogging, tongues jousting, pressing our naked tits into each other. By one forty, we were finger fucking each other to orgasm alternately (we were both so hyped up, we had three orgasms each in just over ten minutes), by one fifty, I was digging out a girthy double-ended dildo and by one fifty five, it was deep in both of our cunts, our cunt lips occasionally touching and rubbing, and our tit-rubbing tongue-jousting snogging restarted, frenzied kissing like we were a new couple, whilst having mini movements to keep the dildo buried and filling us up.

That’s when her boyfriend walked in. He certainly wasn’t expecting his girlfriend and his arranged fuck to be topless, tits swinging whilst pressing against each other’s, our cunt lips kissing as our cunts shared a dildo at the same time as sharing mouth kisses and tongues. But we were, and his cock jumped to attention and his tongue was hanging out. Each smirking at his visible arousal, we carried on, taking our time and enjoying every second, especially as it tormented him.

When we finally came up for air, Stacey reached out, rubbed his cock through his trousers and told him he’d be fucking my asshole soon enough, but she wanted to make sure he knew what else he could do in addition to that straight-forward ass fuck if he wanted.

In a pre-planned move, Stacey slid off the dildo and then extracted it from my cunt, giving it to her boyfriend to “suck every single drop of girl juice off both ends”, which he did whilst watching our every move. I got up and laid on the kitchen table, my ass at the edge, legs hanging off, and Stacey slipped her skirt to the floor, climbed onto the table, and knelt with her legs either side of my head facing down my body towards her boyfriend. I lifted my hands up and parted her cunt lips, lovingly looking at her pinkness, and when she was spread, she firmly lowered her parted cunt lips to my mouth, and my tongue slipped in between them, inside her cunt as my fingers left her lips. My tongue started wriggling inside her as she tried desperately to not be distracted by my tongue work. Her pre-planned words were very much interrupted by my agile tongue, and so, in a broken rhythm, she told him to drop his trousers, and flipping my short skirt up to reveal my cunt. She grabbed his hard cock, masturbating it a few times before gripping its full length and dragging it so the glans was nudging at my cunt.

As I felt the nudging, I put my hands down to my cunt and parted my cunt lips, showing my pinkness to him in the way Stacey did to me, and guided by Stacey’s hand, he poked his glans to my pink moist cunt tunnel, and then without asking, just pushed his way in, Stacey letting go of his barrel as he slid right in.

I heard Stacey tell him to go slowly, as she didn’t want him putting my tongue off rhythm, and that only meant one thing, that she wanted my tongue to make her cum. I reached up to her tits, grabbing them firmly, using them to keep her in perfect position and denying him the chance to rub against them. The only rubs going on here were his cock in my cunt, and my tongue in her cunt, my tongue lapping up her amazing taste, juices slow and steady, hips moving slightly, but leaving her cunt so close my tongue remained buried in it. I did hear them kissing though, sloppy squelching kisses for his girlfriend whilst he was fucking someone else, sloppy squelching kisses for her boyfriend whilst that someone else was licking her cunt and making her cum.

She tried her best to hold her orgasm off, but I felt it in how her body movements changed. Wanting to get her over the edge, wanting a mouthful of tasty girl cum, I pushed my tongue in harder, gripped her tits harder and sped up my licking a little. Soon, her whole body shook as she started to cum, and I extended her orgasm the way the men do to us, judicious flicks of the tongue across her clit to drag it out. I realised her boyfriend was holding her up, whilst simultaneously keeping her cunt locked over my mouth. He so wanted to see her cum hard from a woman’s tongue.

When she finally finished shaking, with her cunt firmly still over my mouth, with my tongue still firmly writhing inside her cunt, she told him to speed up, but pull out before he came, she wanted all that cum inside my asshole. He did as he was told, accelerating, slamming in hard for a few strokes before pulling out with a flourish, making my cunt feel empty, frustrated and slightly gaping, keeping his sticky cum for my asshole.

Stacey clambered off me, and pulling me up from the table, she kissed me, alternating with clearing her cum off my face, as her boyfriend masturbated my cunt from the front and hers between her legs. Neither of us stopped him as gentle masturbation turned into hard finger fucks. I was crying out fairly soon, but he held me close to cumming until Stacey caught me up, and then with a vicious higher speed finger fuck, he made us both cum roughly together. It was huge, it was loud, it was a shared moment between Stacey and me.

And as we were cumming down from the orgasms, he handed his girlfriend a bottle of lube and he manhandled me over, parting my ass cheeks and making Stacey lube both my asshole and his cock, and when we were both acceptably lubed, he pushed into my asshole in a gentle but firm and fluid movement, and he made Stacey watch close up.

After a few ins and outs of his now rock hard cock, he told Stacey to watch well, as sooner or later, she’d have a cock in her asshole. To her surprise, he said he knew about her pledge to give my husband her anal cherry, and he told me my asshole would pay if my husband had Stacey’s first ass fuck rather than him, that he’d nastily sodomise me every day for a month and he’d viciously spank me every day for that month, as the price for my husband having his girlfriend’s anal cherry. Stacey denied it would happen, she insisted that her asshole would remain uninvaded, but like my husband, he suspected they’d eventually get to sodomise her. He was sure she’d love it. I think my husband was too, and to be fair, so was I.

And I knew my husband would get her anal cherry too. She had promised him, and I don’t for a single second think that Stacey is not a woman of her word. So, once again, Mira’s ass would be paying the price. Just like Stacey’s cunt is paying the price for her boyfriend’s ass fucks, my ass would pay for the price for my husband having Stacey’s anal cherry. Like Stacey is happy to pay the price, so am I, and a month of nasty sodomy and vicious spankings would be well worth it to get my husband another anal cherry.

Stacey was closely watching her massive hard cock fill my asshole, and he upped the intensity with his language, talking about her watching how much I love having my asshole filled, watching my body adore having my ass impaled, listening to my noises intensify as he fucks faster and harder. She was completely absorbed by watching his cock push into and slide out of my asshole, whilst he told her to see how much the bitch wants his cock filling her asshole, how much she craves a hard girthy cock in her dirty hole, how much of a slut she is for wanting him and others to not just penetrate her asshole, but to own it, to destroy it.

I came as he spoke, a hard empty cunt orgasm and he used it to prove to Stacey that I really was that slut that needed a cock up her ass, that needed to be sodomised by anyone and everyone. Guilty as charged, m’lud.

He stopped to have Stacey lube his cock again, and then he sent her home, because he wanted to focus 100% on tormenting my asshole, on me squirming as he penetrated it, as he filled and stretched my asshole. He was much more confident now, with six ass fucks under his belt, with guidance from six women who love their sodomy and no doubt tuition from the free-use men.

His enormous magnificent cock gave me another three empty cunt orgasms, his cock stretching my asshole, the feeling of him filling then emptying my asshole on rhythm being overwhelming.

And he knew I’d tell my husband about how good the fuck was, what Stacey and I had done together and what he’d done to my poor defenceless asshole, and he knew my husband would fuck Stacey harder and longer as a result, make Stacey’s cunt, tits and body pay for what her boyfriend did to my asshole (and cunt, tits and body too, but mostly to my asshole). The cycle of fucks got harder, there was more to love, more to endure. And bent over that kitchen table that day, and in that moment, my asshole 100% belonged to him, was his to fill, was his to stretch, and he did both magnificently.

Paying His Debt (Part Two)

19 August 2026 / KinkyMira / 8 Comments

Stacey’s cunt had no respite. My husband was gently rubbing it, masturbating her as they talked, as Stacey recovered from the hard fucking. He made her cum even doing that, a gentle loving warming orgasm, not hard like he made her have earlier. That and the gentle cuddles made her feel warm, safe and wanted.

After a while, his cock showed signs of life, and Stacey dropped to her knees between his legs and took his cock in her mouth. She was clearly an experienced cock sucker, largely taught by her father’s friends, those friends she had teased by always wearing revealing clothing when they were there, those friends who asked her mother if Stacey was hinting at them to fuck her, those friends that fucked her mother as much as her.

And Stacey always swallowed. Her mother taught her that. Her best friend’s mother taught her that too. Stacey loved a man’s cum inside her, and if not in her cunt, then down her throat.

But today, she wasn’t drinking my husband’s cum. Her cunt needed it more, and as soon as he was hard, she released his cock from her mouth, and just gently kissing his glans, she asked him what their next fuck would be.

And as my husband was already sitting on the sofa, he chose Reverse Cowgirl. Their secret fuck the night before was a gentle beach version, but he wanted the maximum energy tits and ass bouncing Stacey in full flow version. She knelt on the sofa over his body and he spread her cunt lips wide as she lowered herself onto his lap. His cock slid straight in, and Stacey started bouncing and grinding, using all her muscles to get his cock going in and out of her cunt, making her tits bounce as she did it, her arms raised above her head to maximise the tit bounce and to let him see the bounce tantalisingly come into her view round her body. At times, he put his hands round her or under her arms and grabbed a tit in each hand, using her tits to drive pace and keep rhythm. Her tits ached. A good ache. And she wasn’t about to tell him to stop. She came four times, and each time, she lost rhythm when she did, and her tits became the handles to get her back on rhythm.

She was grateful when he finally came, as she was exhausted from all the Reverse Cowgirl, all the muscle work, but his orgasm was strong, his cum deep and plentiful, and her cunt messy and feeling amazing.

As she snuggled him again, he reached to her tits and one by one took her nipples in his mouth, sucking them whilst once again resuming the gentle masturbation her cunt had received between her previous fucks. He sucked on her nipples for ages, swapping between them so she could feel the cold wetness in the moving air. On the odd occasion he did leave her cunt alone, she felt that same cold wetness there.

This switching between hard fucking and gentle care was creating the most wonderful feeling, a fabulous sensation, something she loved. The relentlessness of his masturbation was keeping her sexually poised for his next act, for which he wanted her in the bedroom, my bedroom. She gasped on the way in as she saw the display cases on the walls of his office, display cases filled with his sexual partner’s worn, unwashed, signed panties, and realising hers were already in a case, she agreed to sign hers too, the fuck had been so great, she willingly offered, she owed his cock that much.

But once in our bedroom, he took control again, laying her half on the bed, her ass on the edge, her feet on the floor, her arms above her head again allowing her perfectly hairless armpits to be enjoyed and her perfect tits to slide sideways. She never thought sideways flopped tits were attractive or sexy, but he clearly did, and after leaning over her to suck on the nipples a bit more, he dropped to his knees, her cunt millimetres from his tongue, and he proceeded to give her a long, controlled, devastating cunt licking, devastating because he was teasing her, edging her, holding her right on the verge of cumming for so so long, so that when she did, the orgasm was hard, her eyes moist from the prolonged edging, his face splattered with her juices, glistening from her sticky cum. And he did that over and over, until his tongue could do no more.

But he wasn’t done with her cunt. He crawled onto the bed and waved his cock in her face, her inhaling it and sucking it again to get him really hard. Once he was ready again, hard again, he got off the bed, picked her legs up off the floor and held them up on his chest, her ankles acting like his ear defenders. Holding her legs in place with one hand, he pushed his cock into her incredibly slippery cunt and then drove in. He adjusted his hands to the front of her thighs to pull her in even closer to him, and he began slamming hard, looking deep into her eyes with every stroke. She yelped over and over, as he was so deep, deeper than she could ever remember anybody being. He was hitting deep in her cunt, she could only assume it was her cervix being slammed into, and it was a heady mix of painful and highly pleasurable. She loved it.

And every so often, he adjusted position to rub inside her somewhere else, but he always returned to the deep cervix hitting position. He could see the effect it was having on her, how flush her cheeks were, how her mascara was smudging, how breathless she was, how much noise she was making with every thrust, how the pleasure had gone from her face and she was on wide-eyed gritty determination, occasionally a smile crept onto her face before her mouth open to emit more noise.

He’d been doing that for a long time, her mascara had moved from smudging to running, when he withdrew, pushed her legs forward towards her tits with one hand (which had the effect of raising her ass off the edge of the bed), and then, with as much force as he could muster, he smacked each of her ass cheeks alternately, six times each. There wasn’t a glint of surprise on her face, she’d clearly been spanked before in the midst of a good fucking. She gritted her teeth, grunted, and took each strike like a pro, smiling a little after each strike and before the next, her mascara running more before the dozen strikes finished.

With her body in that position, her ass raised and asshole tempting him, he would absolutely have fucked her ass, but the reason she was here was because she didn’t want anyone to fuck her asshole, so once he was done spanking her, in one sleek movement, he pulled her legs back down, pulled her thighs in position, re-impaled her cunt and started nudging her cervix again. She smiled at him and mouthed “Harder”. This girl could really take a fucking.

He didn’t accelerate, instead telling her that if she ever decided to try anal, he wanted her anal cherry, he wanted to be the first cock she felt inside her asshole. She checked that if she agreed, he’d fuck her harder, as she had demanded, and yes, he would, so she happily agreed, primarily because this whole thing was about her not having anal, and she had no intention of having anal ever. With a smile, his slams got harder, more forceful, his strokes more exaggerated, and eventually, during another of her orgasms, her cunt clamping on his cock finally got the better of him, and he slammed right in and stopped, his cock the deepest it could be, his cum firing directly against her cervix as his cum spurted out.

They were both exhausted, and her legs felt shaky and weak, so he lay on the bed, she snuggled in his left armpit, his left hand resting on her ass, his right hand back to gently masturbating her poor overused cunt. And with his fingers never leaving her cunt, she felt so relaxed, so wanted, so happy. Over time her legs recovered, and when he realised she could probably stand, he pulled her up off the bed and they cuddled standing up, a long cuddle with her naked tits squashed against his chest and his hands each resting one of her ass cheeks. And that cuddle turned into a long, deep, tongues kiss. On and on it went, them occasionally breaking to look at each other, before their tongues jousted again. Eventually, she saw the time, and asked if the debt was paid. He said it was, and she said how wonderful all those fucks were and how fabulous she felt, but as much as she wanted to stay being fucked by him forever, she had somewhere else to be.

She was back downstairs still naked and looking at her phone when I got there. She looked radiant, with flush pink cheeks and ass cheeks to match, a light pinkness to her tits from being manhandled, her nipples glistening in the light, a messy cunt, tussled hair, and mascara streaked all over her face. She smiled broadly and said how lucky I was to be married to such a great fuck, and she begged me to let her boyfriend use my asshole again. I told her I absolutely would, but that she didn’t have to wait for that, that I was happy for her to fuck my husband whenever she wanted, as I knew my husband would be only too pleased to fuck her again and again. She smiled, saying that wouldn’t be tomorrow, and showed me her phone. It was a message from her boyfriend. “You’ll have to fuck Rose’s husband tomorrow.”

She looked coy, innocently biting her lip, and said she’d have to pay off every single one of her boyfriend’s debts, she’s a good girlfriend, and he needed her to help. Then she lent in and kissed me, that lovers’ snog like her and Ella had, like her and my husband just had. I pulled my dress down so that our naked tits squashed as we kissed, and after we finished, in her wrecked state, she just threw on her dress and left. She wanted the world to see how hard she had been fucked, she wanted her boyfriend to see how hard she had been fucked. She didn’t care who saw that this man had ruined her. She was on cloud nine, and she’d have to fuck another mature man tomorrow. She could take it. Her cunt could take it. She hoped she’d be ruined again.

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