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Rebecca With The Greedy Cunt

12 February 2023 / KinkyMira

They played Toon for another five hours, and it was heading into the late evening. Most of the hardcore gamers were settling in for the night, but my husband was determined to fill Rebecca’s cunt. He passed her a note (whilst they were still playing) that asked, “Have you recovered enough?” and the reply came back simply as “Yes”.

Rebecca’s character and his were walking on a promontory high above a cliff, and his character stumbled, and started falling off the promontory. He reached out and grabbed for Rebecca’s character, which he succeeded in grabbing (the dice were kind to him), and the two off them fell off the promontory and into a different GM room.

At this time of night, people disappearing for a few hours was not unusual, so my husband and Rebecca walked up the stairs back to her room, my husband telling her how hard she was going to get fucked and how hard she was going to cum. Sassy as ever, she demanded less talk and more action, and said his cock would have to live up to his mouth.

The sexual tension between them went from slight to mega over the course of a flight of stairs. She touched his enclothed cock as they neared her room and licked her lips as it was delightfully hard.

As they slammed the door to her room, he was already pulling her top off. This was no time for delay, and she took off the bright red “fuck me” bra and hurled it across the room. He unbuttoned her trousers and slid them over her ass, her quickly following with her panties.

Then naked, she took his shirt off, and undid his belt and dropped his trousers, gasping out loud at the sight of him in a well-fitting black male thong. He turned round for her to see his ass in it (which does look very cute in a well-fitting thong), and he slid that down and stepped out of it.

He slightly picked her up and placed her on the bed, climbing on himself and nudging her legs apart. As he lent forward and started kissing her, his cock started rubbing and nudging against her cunt.

His cock was so hard, and her cunt was so slick that gently nudging turned in no time into a hands-free entry, and in a matter of moments, he was having slow deliberate long thrusts that made her slightly rear up as he drove in.

It felt good. Her cunt was clearly very slick, indicating just how excited she really was. His cock was growing ever so slightly with each thrust, and his hardness intensified with each squeeze of his cock with her cunt. Whilst continuing his rhythm, he alternated between her nipples and her mouth, licking her nipples and tonguily kissing her. Her breathing started to quicken as he kept up this relentless rhythm. No need to rush, this poor girl was going nowhere and building towards an orgasm completely in his control. Her face flushed and she sounded like she was struggling to breathe, and at that point, he accelerated his strokes, slamming into her cunt as far as he could on every stroke. He felt her tense up, as she locked her legs round his back, stopping him moving as she clearly convulsed and shook a number of times in orgasmic beauty. After what seemed like ages, but was probably less than a minute, she unlocked her legs and told him to cum in her, something it did not take him long to achieve; all it took was a minute of fucking, combined with her squeezing his cock with her cunt muscles.

After he had liberally sprayed the inside of her cunt with his thick white cum, he leant down and kissed her heartily and with tongues, whilst his spent cock shrank and slowly slipped out of her cunt.

As he lifted his weight off her, she rolled to one side and asked him to spoon her, which he was happy to do. He snuggled behind her, with his cock sitting in her ass crack, and his arms over her waist holding her close, clasping her lowest tit with his hand.

It wasn’t long before he realised that she was sound asleep, and as he was fighting to stay awake, he was soon able to follow.

They awoke with a start as Rebecca’s alarm went off. She slammed the top of it to silence it, and looked over her shoulder at him, smiling. She told him that was the best way to fall to sleep, and who was he to disagree?

He nibbled at her ear and asked her if she wanted to start the day with a gentle fuck, and she admitted that would be lovely. So, he rolled her over, she opened her legs and she played with his cock until it was hard (only took a very short time), and then he slipped into her cunt. She whispered in her ear that she didn’t want to cum, but she did want a slow fuck, to feel him hard inside her cunt and to feel his spasming and filling her cunt with his cum. She told him to focus on himself and to use her body for his pleasure.

That wasn’t something he was used to (still isn’t), but as he focussed on the strokes, he could feel her body moving under him. He knew she was enjoying herself, and that gave him the confidence to focus on his own pleasure, and that meant keeping his cock moving in her cunt for as long as possible and that meant fighting to stop himself cumming. Rebecca was squeezing his cock over and over with her cunt muscles, which was making it very hard for him to stop cumming. She clearly knew what he was trying to do, and the smirk on her face showed she was enjoying watching and feeling his struggle.

She was quite impressed at his stamina, but his cock was growing with each squeeze, and she knew she was going to have him cumming soon. She loved the look of discomfort and concentration on his face, as he focussed everything he had on not cumming.

And then she felt the first signs of a twitch, and she knew she had him. The look of concentration disappeared in an instant as his cum started spewing into her cunt again. She kept squeezing his cock to milk every last drop of cum, until his cock rapidly shrank and slipped out of her cunt.

He lent over and kissed her, and she told him they needed to get back to the game. He climbed off and they started to get dressed, only being interrupted because he decided he wanted to kiss her nipples before she put them away.

As they were walking down the corridor towards the game rooms, she told him she smelt of sex. Very strongly. He looked smug, but she didn’t seem particularly inclined to do anything about it. Let’s face it, strongly smelling of sex in a room full of gamers and knowing some of them will likely be getting turned on by it is good for the self-esteem, and she wasn’t ashamed of getting fucked, and she didn’t care who knew it.

Not Wanting To Miss Out (Part Two)

7 September 2022 / KinkyMira

Val was sitting on my now husband’s university room sink, desperate to piss and yet unable to do so because of how long she’d been holding it. In an attempt to help, he was rubbing at her clit, continually circling and brushing over it. He was hoping a distraction would allow her to start to piss, but to this point, it wasn’t working.

Over the course of a few minutes though, he saw a definite change in her body language; her body was moving like the last time she was nearing orgasm. He didn’t even know it was possible to orgasm whilst having a full bladder, but it turns out it is, and she got there comparatively quickly. She later said the full bladder seemed to magnify the rise and the orgasm, not deaden them. Her breathing got very shallow and her back started arching as she started to cry out. He did small burst of small motions on her clit to try to extend the orgasm, which from the way she was shaking seemed pretty strong.

Her cries calmed down, and she slumped back against the mirror. Just at that moment, there was a glint of piss emanating from her pisshole. My husband brought his hand back down and used a finger on each one to spread her pissflaps wide, just as the glint turned into a drop, which turned into a small stream, steady and relentless. The look of relief on her face was divine, but he didn’t see that – he was focussing on the jet of piss coming out of her body in all its exquisite glory.

The jet seemed to go on for ages, but eventually started to subside, leaving her still slumped, exhausted, in a post-orgasm glow with a pissy cunt. Fuck, she was happy.

She needed cock. His cock. But she was so exhausted, she needed time to recover. In a position she may have felt rather vulnerable, she instead felt open to whatever he wanted to do. And right now, that meant he started, gently at first, sucking and licking at her nipples and squeezing and fondling her tits. Actually, it was really relaxing having him working her tits whilst she was slumped there, pissy cunt exposed. He carried on diligently working for over half an hour, all the time making her want that fuck all the more and making her cunt feel empty.

Eventually, she got some energy back, and got up out of that slump. She told him to get on the bed, as she needed her pissy cunt dealing with, and she sat with her legs either side of his head, this time facing down his body, his nose buried in her ass crack. He was great at licking, and soon, she felt like she was building to another orgasm, but she wanted his cock, so she slightly leant forward and started rubbing on his cock through his trousers. It went from fairly hard to very hard in no time, and so she undid his trousers and pulled his cock out. She bent forward, giving him an amazing view of her cunt and ass as she straddled him, taking his cock into her mouth. She felt his fingers playing with her clit again and working into her cunt a little. But this cock was hard, so she moved away from his fingers, turned round to face him, sat up a little and lined his cock up with her cunt.

Looking down at him looking up at her tits, she lowered herself onto his cock, sliding his cock fully into her cunt, and she began an up and down motion that made his hard cock slide right in and fully out of her cunt. He reached up and grabbed her tits, forcing them to twist with each one of her strokes.

Her smile was slowly replaced by gritted teeth, as her determination to make him cum took over. She adjusted her position until his cock was clearly doing something to her clit. Her language got very explicit, and she switched between telling him about his hard cock and her greedy cunt, and trying to convince herself to keep moving once she had cum. She was shrieking again as she came, and did her best to carry on in rhythm, him squeezing her tits and twisting them only acting as encouragement to keep going.

She was exhausted but putting all her efforts into squeezing his cock with her cunt muscles. Each time she did, he grew a little bit, so she kept doing it. By this point, he was enormous and rubbing on her clit with each one of her strokes. Her tits were starting to get uncomfortable where they were being twisted, but she felt like a proper slut and loved every second of it.

She could see him looking down his body at her cunt, and she put her hands down and spread her cunt lips to improve his view. Seemingly, that did it, because she felt the tell-tale throbbing that meant he was depositing a load of cum in her cunt. What a feeling. What a fuck.

As he was cumming, Val worked her clit and very soon had another orgasm, which she lengthened using her finger work. Once they had both finished cumming, she lay forward and snuggled down to him on the narrow bed.

That was the last either of them remembered, until the sun was shining round the curtains the following morning.

They lay there cuddling each other not saying much. His hand strayed down to her cunt and started playing again, and she just opened her legs a little to improve his access. He was encircling her clit with his fingers, as well as dipping his fingers into her cunt, and she could feel him oh so slowly building her to orgasm. She settled in for a very long drawn out gentle building orgasm. She loved having his fingers working her body. She loved his touch, and most of all, she loved the slutty things she had done with him.

He made her feel more alive, more womanly, more sexy and more sexual than any man she’d ever been with, and she felt like putty in his hands. And she liked it. This was the sort of no holds barred fun that she came to university to have.

And both Val and Debbie did have loads of no holds barred fun with him over the two years they were all together. The desperation was repeated lots of times, including the classic wetting of jeans, which Debbie had to buy a pair just to piss in. But these two women had found their sexual freedom, and in my now husband, they had found someone non-judgemental, who was up for anything and who spent more time trying to make them cum than himself.

And as well as having lots of sex and having his first taste of watersports, he also got a load of confidence. It wasn’t just Anya that he could bring to orgasm, it was Debbie and Val too, and them coming back to him again and again, despite being in an environment where there was lots of cock on offer, only boosted his self-esteem and made him a better lover for it.

My Sexy Studenty Self

4 April 2020 / KinkyMira

Lacy underwear makes many women feel very sexy. It doesn’t for me. I hate lace: I think it looks crusty, fussy and is an instant turn-off. I used to be a strictly clothes off to fuck sort of girl, and I liked to be stripped before sex (still do). I think my husband was surprised in the early days that I had such a negative reaction to me being in my underwear.

What I did feel sexy in were well-shaped clothes, and a few months after we got together, I was squeezed into a figure-hugging dress and the bulge in his trousers clearly showed what was in his mind. I told him there was no way I was taking the dress off before we went out (as it took me long enough to get into the bloody thing), so instead he spun me round, bent me over the end of the bed, nudged my feet apart, pulled up the dress over my ass, moved my panties aside and eased his hard cock right in. No one had ever fucked me like this before, and it didn’t take long for me to cum. He made me cum three times before he came, then he withdrew, moved my panties back over my gooey cunt, pulled my dress back down and just carried on with preparing to go out like nothing had happened.

This started off somewhat of an addiction of us fucking with me fully dressed, and I loved it – it made me feel sexy in a way underwear never did, especially as it made me feel sexy at random times when I was wearing something that suited me well.

As I was clearing out a drawer one day a few months later, I came across a pink fitted t-shirt with “Twin Airbags fitted as standard” on it. My husband liked it because not only was the slogan funny, the t-shirt was very snug, so as it stretched across my 36GG tits (as they were then), the fabric went really thin and almost see-through. In fact, it was so tight that it held my tits in place without a bra. I had stopped wearing it out, as it showed every detail of my bra, but during the clear-out, I decided I would wear it at home for my husband without a bra, so he got to savour every detail of my massive tits.

I was thinking of pairing it with a very short skirt as an outfit specifically for sex. Several years previously, I bought a twin pack of tiered skirts, because I wanted the black one. The other one was a horrible reddish-brown colour with damage towards the bottom of the skirt, so I had never worn it. It was easy construction to modify though – there were four horizontal tiers, and each was attached to the one above. It was quite trivial to remove two of the four tiers (including the damaged one) to create a skirt that would barely cover anything. It was mostly cotton, so I was able to die it to almost black (which as the skirt had never been worn, was very successful).

I put the outfit on one day whilst he was at work, and I was reminded of being a first-year undergraduate at university. At the time, I was quite innocent and mostly unaware of the effect that my body could have on someone. I found some glasses that looked studious and put my hair up on a relaxed studenty sort of way and waited for him to come home.

When he came in, I found myself pretending to be undergrad me, being all innocent. My husband got excited, but he realised I was being coy, and played along, seeming to settle on an innocent nerdy persona, kind, gentle and dead keen on playing with my tits. I can well imagine this is what he was like at university.

He spent rather a long time sucking at my nipples, with the innocent fervour of an inexperienced lover, and he spent far longer than he normally does squeezing and kneading my tits (and he spends quite a long time normally playing with them).

After he reloaded my tits into my top, he lifted up my skirt, opened up my cunt, inserted two fingers into my cunt and started flicking his tongue over my clit, whilst gently fucking me with his fingers. My hips were rhythmically pulsing in time with his movements, and without breaking rhythm; he brought me to orgasm and then carried on. My clit sometimes gets very sensitive once I have orgasmed, and this was one of those days, so I gritted my teeth and hung on whilst his tongue worked my engorged and tender clit. I got louder with my moans but had to concentrate on not being a potty mouthed bitch as I sometimes am. Student Mira is sweet and innocent and wouldn’t use words like cunt. The distraction of staying in character was crucial in me being able to take the continued clit licking for as long as I did.

After I had orgasmed three times, he offered me his fingers to suck (which I happily did). I undid his trousers and let them slip to the floor. I pulled his thong down and released his cock, which was already fairly hard. I pulled him forwards and sucked his cock into my mouth, which at university was commonplace and universally expected. I figured that as he was so hard and so aroused already, I had a chance to make him cum with my mouth. I pulled my top up over my tits (as we have a rule that tits must be on display if a blow job is occurring), and I was contemplating having him pull out and cum all over my tits, but I got a taste of his pre-cum, so when I felt him twitch, I slid his cock back until the base of his glans nudged against my teeth. A couple of hand movements down the length of his cock, a grope of his balls and my flicking tongue over his glans produced a wave of cum landing on my tongue. I did that sweet thing of showing him his cum on my tongue before swallowing it and then showing him my empty tongue.

We cuddled and kissed for a while whilst his cock recovered, then I played with it to get it hard. I then told him with an innocent smile that I wasn’t the kind of girl to go to bed on a first encounter, so he did what any chivalrous man would do… and gently fucked me twice on the sofa instead.

It is a bit of a head-fuck actually, as this is the man who nails me rigorously, this is the man that I am very kinky with, and yet this was a simple, straight forward classic gentle innocent fuck. At no time did he take any of my clothes off. Every time he finished with my tits, he pulled the t-shirt back down over them, carefully arranging them to show them at their best. Every time he finished with my cunt, he pulled my skirt back down.

I really enjoyed both playing the persona and wearing the outfit; I loved how naughty it felt. It wasn’t a hard persona to play, as it was basically me years ago. I still wear the outfit sometimes, and if I do, he knows exactly the type of encounter I want.

It’s Like I’m Always On Heat

14 September 2019 / KinkyMira

When I first got with my husband, we had lots of sex. Over our first six months, we fucked an average of twice a day and we didn’t miss a single day over that time. But after that initial euphoria, once life started getting in the way, at certain times in my menstrual cycle I lost interest whilst at others I was insatiable. I would first jump him the day before my period started, expect to be fucked right through my period and then for around a fortnight after, right until I ovulated. Then my desire dropped off a cliff and at the same time, my PMT kept building and building. I was either a slut on heat or a PMTed up bitch.

I used to get so horny during my period that I needed a fuck no matter how much of a mess it made. Luckily for me, he loved it and was never put off by the sight, smell or taste; it was pretty much the only time I wanted him to go down on me, and I wanted his cock in my cunt on my heaviest days several times a day.

We had a good two years of that, but my PMT was getting worse month by month, until finally we had to make a decision. My GP suggested a Mirena coil might help to reduce the PMT, but it would also likely reduce the period and probably reduce how insatiable I was. It was a very hard choice: reduce the PMT, reduce the periods and risk having a lot less sex, or have a mega-PMTed up bitch.

In the end, we chose to have the Mirena. That was how bad it was.

It took the Mirena a number of months to bed in, and there were several consequences: the PMT was massively reduced, which was a relief for both of us. My periods stopped completely, which was lovely, as I hate the whole big panties and sanitary towels thing. My natural panty style at the time was thong, and I loathed having to wear anything else. But with no period meant no period sex. Sometimes things have a high price, and that was it.

The other thing that happened was that my desire for sex reduced overall. I really had to be in the mood, and that made my husband really have to work on me. He did, and we fucked an average of twice a week.

But fundamentally, that isn’t enough for either of us. Sex is a very important part of our relationship, of who we are as a couple. Touch is very important, and even that was slipping away. I would be lying if I said it didn’t start to cause a little friction between us. One night over a bottle of wine, we decided things had to change. But we didn’t really know how.

That night, we did make a first critical decision though. We had both fallen into a rut that we couldn’t be bothered to fuck. So we decided that if one of us wanted a fuck, we would fuck, unless the other one really didn’t want to. We took indifference off the table, and defaulted to fucking unless one of us actively said no. We actually still practice that to this day, and that proved a useful start back then.

Within a few weeks, we were fucking on average every other day, which was a great start, and the more sex I had the more I wanted. I knew my husband liked me being pantyless, and when my husband found out, he always wanted to fuck my brains out. When I went pantyless, it made me feel frisky and I really enjoyed the feeling and the freedom. I didn’t go pantyless that often, and I wondered if I could increase my amount of pantyless time without reducing the effects. So I started increasing my pantyless time, gradually getting to most days, if even for a short while, including most times I went out.

That worked really well. I was more and more frisky, and wanting to be fucked more and more. My husband started checking if I was pantyless, often by putting his hand up my skirt when I was in the car, and he took to making me cum when we were parked somewhere shortly before we arrived at our destination. I loved it, and I never objected to his efforts.

It was around this time that I had started to reliably and slowly lose weight, but my body confidence was still zero. My husband was working on that. He got me to try on more figure hugging clothes, clothes that really showed my curves, clothes that flaunted the tits that were important in him first noticing me, and the dresses I showed an interest in, he bought for me, with me ending up with a number of very shaped dresses that I loved. Banishing unsexy clothes had an effect, so I began wearing stockings and suspenders more, as that always made me feel sexy.

By this point, we were back to fucking daily, and our relationship was much better. I think my husband would have been happy at that, especially as his ability to read me was getting better and better, and therefore so was the sex.

But my mindset was changing. I loved feeling more horny more of the time. I loved how it made me want to fuck again and again.

I decided to up the ante – I decided to go pantyless over that one Christmas as not only a treat for my husband, but to see if the sexy feelings it gave me wore off. They didn’t, and I’ve never worn panties since. Not only that, but over the following months, I also got rid of all sorts of clothes that covered my cunt, like trousers and leggings, and had an excuse to buy more figure hugging dresses and stockings, including thick woollen ones for the cold, and we sourced my proper metal clipped suspenders.

With snow on the ground, thick stockings and my cunt seemingly having an unstoppable source of heat (meaning it never seemed to get cold), I felt incredibly sexy and naughty. It was during this time that we started more regularly fucking multiple times a day, and we both realised that we had more and more appetite for sex, and for interesting sex and kink.

In our early days of exploring kink, it was always a hot and cold thing for me; sometimes, kink was a no-no, as I wasn’t in the mood, and sometimes I was uber-kinky and it was all I wanted to do. But as I had turned into this always horny slut, I was finding I wanted kink more and more, and I wanted to expand kink from being part of a sexual encounter to including little bits of kink into our daily lives. For example, me crouching over his mouth and pissing into it seemed as natural as making the bed, us spanking each other’s asses seemed as natural as doing the gardening and me pegging him with an enormous strap-on seemed as natural as me doing some crocheting.

What I have done (very intentionally) is to do a number of things that make me horny, feel very sexy, and that encourage multiple small bits of kink, all as part of my daily life. This is an attitudinal switch and is over and above our many prolonged sex sessions. I’ve turned myself into a slut who is craving sex and kink all the time, and who is only truly satisfied when I get it. It’s like I’m always on heat, and yet I’m not, because of my Mirena, and I fucking love it!

Clothing Is Optional, Fucking Is Not (The Curtsy Chronicles – Part One)

8 April 2019 / KinkyMira

As I’m writing this, I’m sitting naked on a hotel patio in the glorious sunshine on the Atlantic coast of France, sipping a non-alcoholic cocktail. About ten minutes ago, myself, my husband and about a dozen other people were watching a Dutch couple fuck right there on the patio. That is what this place is all about.

I’ve read online about hotels where public sex is allowed, and I wanted to go to one, but really, I wanted one where public sex was expected, not just tolerated. I wanted a holiday that was a feast for the eyes, brain, and soul, as much as a chance for us to fuck in public and for me to indulge in my love of displaying my naughty self.

Finding information about such places online is quite tough. There are a number of hotels in the south of France, but we settled for this one on the west coast. Whilst in theory this place is clothing optional, I haven’t yet seen anyone (other than those who have just arrived) wearing anything more than a hat and sandals. Even the staff are naked – you only know they are staff by the collar they wear with their name and role, and their headgear which is fitting for their role.

This place has an amazing atmosphere. The rules are clear and well enforced, creating a safe environment. Anyone is allowed to watch, but no one is allowed to join in unless invited. No single people are allowed, but parties can include an odd number of people, so we could at some point take Victoria with us. You are expected to fuck publicly here, and if you didn’t, you may be asked to leave (although I would challenge anyone to be surrounded by so much fucking and yet not fuck someone themselves).

But here we are on our second day and we feel totally at home. We’ve already fucked in public six times (and that seems about average from what we’ve seen), and we have done a number of other public sexy things too. We think most of the forty or so people here will have seen us fuck at least once. We’ve seen about twenty other fucks as well as a number of other sexy things. There is a good sprinkle of anal in with the vaginal, and there is a good sprinkle of gay and lesbian sex too, all in a totally relaxed atmosphere. What is really nice is that there is very little alcohol here, as that reduces sexual capability. They have a lovely range of non-alcoholic cocktails, beers, and other drinks, meaning there is something nice for most people.

The hotel is set on a large private site in the middle of nowhere right by the Atlantic coast. It has a lovely private sandy beach with a shallow slope into the sea, allowing opportunities to fuck both in the sea and on the beach. There are some lovely gardens and woodland, for some slightly more secluded outdoor fucking, a big patio complete with outdoor beds, a large pool (again with a shallow end for fucking) and a large Jacuzzi. It isn’t as hot as the south of France (and that’s a good thing for me), and there are plenty of things offering shade for my poor body that is unaccustomed to being naked in the sun.

Indoors, there is a bar, a couple of lounges, a dining room, and an open space in reception, all with the odd bed and other sexual gear for more fucking choice, as well as private rooms where you sleep (with large balconies with glass balustrades and sturdy loungers offering a semi-private outdoor fucking choice).

Our first public fuck was just after we got here. We had been shown to our room, we’d stripped and gone for a walk round the site. We didn’t get far, as there was a couple fucking in the shallow end of the pool. We stopped to join the small crowd watching them – the crowd was lovely and applauded at the end. When they had finished, the woman, an American, curtsied and asked who was next, and a Norwegian couple stepped forward. As she laid in position in the shallow water, I leant into my husband and said we were next, and I watched intently as this muscular blond drove his cock into the cunt of his slim blonde blue-eyed woman. These aren’t long fucks – there is no need to foreplay as most of us are hot and primed all the time.

The Norwegians finished with a curtsy (I thought that wasn’t coincidental, and therefore must be a convention), we stepped forward and I announced this was our first fuck here (to a cheer). I lay in the water and grabbed his cock, which was already hard. I opened my cunt lips for him, and he just drove in. He knew my cunt would be slick from the visual feast that we had seen, and that I was ready to be pounded. It was quick for us, but it felt so good, having water gently lapping round my body and having his hard cock rhythmically drive into my cunt whilst having about 16 people watch us. He quite rightly sensed I was on my way to cumming, so he focussed on that action until I came, before changing to a different action to finish himself off.

We got a lovely round of applause as he helped me up out of the water, and as I too curtsied. No further couple followed us, so we joined three couples at a table to talk over our first of many non-alcoholic cocktails. Our attention was briefly caught by a couple standing at the bar – well he was standing; she was on her knees giving him a long and deep blow job. She’s certainly much more skilled at blow jobs than I am, and his cock was long enough that she needed to deep throat him a little, something she eagerly achieved. We applauded her as she got up and licked her lips (she smiled and did a little curtsy), as we got back to our discussion. That’s how this place is – everyone stops to watch the sexual activity, then carries on afterwards.

After we finished our cocktails, we set off into the woodland and soon heard some moans coming from deep in the woods. We followed the sound and arrived at a couple of people watching a couple fuck. She was bent forwards over a fallen tree with her legs wide apart and he was impaling her cunt from behind with motions that went from almost popping out to right in as hard as possible. She was slightly crying out with each drive, getting louder as she got closer to cumming, and she cried out as she finally came. That was another joy of this place, you could be as noisy as you liked, and she was. He left her bent over the tree, admiring her cummy cunt (as were we all), whilst she recovered enough to be able to curtsy.

I knew that we would return to that place the following day for me to take my place bent over the fallen tree. It is clearly a well-used spot, as there is no bark left on the tree, meaning it is smooth and comfortable to be fucked over. But we were starting to lose the light, so we set off back to the main hotel. It wouldn’t be long before my husband’s cock was ready to fuck again, and I was in the mood for another big audience. I already knew I was in love with this place, and what went on here, and we had only just started.

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