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Truly Becoming Those Second Wives (Part Two)

29 May 2026 / / 1 Comment

I was being fucked by Rose’s husband, sharing a bed with Tanya and Anna’s husband. The others were in other rooms, each man was claiming their second wives as their own, using their second wives as they wanted, the extra rights being transferred from our husbands for the first time.

I had a cock in my mouth, giving it a sloppy blow job, in full knowledge that Rose’s husband would penetrate me with the cock I made hard. I was being a good second wife, making sure he was able to fuck me some more.

He withdrew from my mouth when he was hard enough, and he hauled my body flat onto the bed, a pillow under my abdomen, a finger lubing my recently neglected asshole.

Tanya cried out and came again, as Rose’s husband nudged his glans through my ass pucker. My asshole was always very accommodating these days, and so sucked his hard cock straight in, and he climbed on top of me and started fucking, started strokes in and out. It is a position I feel so comfortable in, and can be ass-fucked in this position for hours. He knew it. So he did. He showed remarkable orgasm control, him managing to drag some empty cunt anal orgasms out of me whilst not cumming himself. He did not want this over. Neither did I.

At one point, I heard Anna cry out from the next room, my husband clearly working his magic on her, but my asshole was filled with hard cock and that cock was showing no sign of cumming. I was sleepy, and he told me I could sleep once he’d finished, but he took ages to finish, filling my asshole for as long as he wanted, and he wanted a long time. Once he did eventually cum, he snuggled behind me, limp cock still in my asshole, a hand firmly gripping my tit, and I drifted to sleep with signs of his ownership reminding my asshole and tit. The others had already drifted off, a dirty cock still in Tanya’s cunt from their last fuck.

All the women were exhausted and we all slept well, when we were allowed. At some point during the night, I became aware of his cock in my cunt, driving in and out as I lay barely awake. I smiled at him and he kissed me. He started fucking me whilst I was asleep. This is specifically allowed as is a husband right that is transferred to the second husband. He was fucking my cunt and deliberately not rubbing inside me to make me cum, and I was still drowsy and very compliant. I awoke more one he changed position to start rubbing inside me, and he told me that I didn’t have permission to cum, that I wasn’t allowed to cum until he said I was. I was so close to cumming, how the hell was I meant to stop it?

He smiled just a little, as he saw my expression change from happy carefree girl with orgasm building to determination to hold that orgasm at bay. He called me a Good Girl and stroked my face, making my tits swell with pride, all the time ploughing his ever hardening and growing cock into my sloppy cum filled cunt. I couldn’t hold it off for long, so effective was his cock at rubbing inside me, at building that orgasm. I started begging. Very demeaning, to have to beg for your own orgasm, and he kept saying no, enjoying my struggle and torment.

I lost control. I came, hard. I clamped down on his cock, hard and made him cum too. Finally still, his cock inside me, he told me I didn’t have permission to cum, and that I’d have to be punished the following day for it. I didn’t care, I had my monster orgasm, and fell quickly back to sleep, in full knowledge I was totally in his control as his second wife.

We were all woken before seven by our second husbands lubing our assholes for our Submissive Sodomy, a brutal ass fuck, slightly underlubed to remind our assholes who is boss, an ass fuck we weren’t allowed to cum from. And it did make us all submissive. It always does. That’s why it is so important. I couldn’t see Tanya, but I could hear her, her asshole being filled then emptied as mine was. Eventually the men came, almost in sync with each other, and we were let off the bed, slightly sore asshole, dripping cunt, and I looked at the clock – two minutes to seven.

Thoroughly fucked, and our bodies in a mess, we emerged for breakfast. So many cummy cunts and assholes, so much cum sliding about. We were a sight. We were in a state. And the men decided we weren’t allowed to shower, as they wanted us to be in a cummy mess all day. We would certainly be that!

We had a leisurely breakfast outside, naked, making sure our tits weren’t covered at all. We also had our legs spread, to allow for casual viewing of our messy cunts. It was a joyful, relaxing affair, the chat was engaging and so warm, but as the breakfast finished, as we had already all been sodomised by our second husbands and not allowed to cum, they told us we wouldn’t be allowed to cum until later in the day, at a time of their choosing. We were already all feeling submissive that morning, and that really added to that feeling. It would be a long old day, until we were finally allowed to cum.

And then we realised what they were going to do. A big bag of sex toys appeared, dildos, vibrating clit torturers, nipple and clit clamps, specula, all sorts of toys were all laid out on the table on the patio, and in turn, wind gently blowing over our overused bodies, our second husbands played with us, edged us, inspected us, inserted things into us, over and over. Implements were passed between the men, used on one woman after the other, not cleaned, just reinserted. Pretty standard for us now.

We were being edged. Mercilessly. Methodically. Cruelly. Nipples played with, twisted, clamped. Tits slapped, swinging as we moved. Cunts finger fucked, spread open by a speculum, pounded by a hand-wielded dildo, fisted for those capable. Clits pulled, squeezed, twisted, clamped. Nipples pulled, squeezed, twisted, clamped. Assholes fucked by a dirty dildo. Mouths filled by soft and hardening cocks. And then the biggest humiliation really, one by one, a free-use women was loaded into a strap-on (taking care to keep our clits covered by a thick piece of foam to minimise direct stimulation), and we had to sodomise one of the other women, neither of us to orgasm.

The edging was brutal. We were pent-up balls of frustration, and the girl-on-girl sodomy pushed us back into that submissive space and pushed the frustration back a bit, and then we started to build it up again. Our second husbands directed our session, even when we were strap-on sodomising one of the other women, it was part of their control over us, carried out with the same intensity. We were being worked on the entire time, never having even a few seconds to recover. We lost track of time, because there were no clocks outside, just glorious sun and the wonders of nature, and five men working the bodies of five women for hours, with each woman doing both sides of the girl-on-girl sodomy a couple of times.

It was becoming harder for the men to edge us, as we were all so close to exploding, and so, when the men started talking about lunch, we were all arranged kneeling on a seat of some sort. Our thighs were moved apart a little and we were bent at the waist, with our asses in the air and our heads resting on the seat.

Our cunts were pretty much at face height, and our second husbands stood behind us, leant in, putting their faces between our legs and started licking at our cunts. And this time, they didn’t stop until we came, which didn’t take long. In fact, after such a long edging session, we all squirted to some degree or other. Helen and Anna both waterfalled, full on soaking the men’s faces. I squirted quite a lot, as did Rose, and even Tanya, who doesn’t really squirt, squirted a fair bit. The men’s faces were dripping.

When they finished their licking, they pushed down on our asses, pushing our legs to be fully bent so our cunts were by our feet and at the height of their cocks, and they slipped their fairly hard cocks into our cunts. And as they each slid in and out of our cunts, they grew longer and harder. As they accelerated, they started rubbing inside, starting another orgasm building. But it was a slow build, as we’d cum so much that morning, so they fucked our poor overused cunts for a long, long time. It felt so good, and knowing our cum and squirt was dripping off their faces as they did it made the fuck even more exciting, even sweeter.

I heard Tanya’s husband yell “Don’t cum yet, bitch” and heard a firm slap of Helen’s ass, then I heard Anna’s husband yell “That goes for all of you” and I heard a similar slap of Tanya’s ass, followed by my ass being slapped and hearing the other two ass slaps too.

We fought our orgasms. We really did. And eventually, Rose’s broke, her screams as she came finishing Anna off, their combined screams finishing me off, then Helen and Tanya followed shortly afterwards.

All us women we exhausted, but three of us were dispatched to the kitchen to make lunch, whilst me and Helen cleaned the men’s cocks with our mouths, over and over until the lunch arrived. I had over half an hour of having my mouth filled with chubby cocks, not working them to hardness, just having them in my sloppy mouth, with a little sucking and tongue work. They didn’t want their cocks to be very hard, just warm, enclosed and hard enough to penetrate.

Mira the cock glove. Mira the Good Girl. Mira the perfect second wife.

How Quickly Helen Took To Free-Use (Part Two)

6 May 2026 / / 3 Comments

It was Helen and her husband’s first day of free-use, but it was also our first day officially with our second husbands and their new rights over us women. It was decided that the first evening would be about us being claimed as second wives, as well as every man getting to their first fucks with Helen before the evening was out. It was her baptism of fire. It would be a lot of fucking for her, and then we would retire with our second husbands, for their overnight ownership and use.

But before then, we had to eat and we were seated in a restaurant, at a circular table only just big enough to seat the ten of us. Each man had his wife on his right, and his second wife on his left. And the restaurant was busy, so we couldn’t be outrageous. However, the women each made out with each of the men either side of them, alternating as and when, kissing, tongues, and getting covered tits squeezed and played with, and whilst they were making out with one man, the other was masturbating them whilst kissing the woman the other side of him. The women came, god did we cum, but we had to be quiet and discreet, not wanting to draw attention, although the overwhelming smell of female orgasms emanating from our corner of the room was a bit of a giveaway. Silent cumming is hard, and I think all our bodies shook more because we were holding the sound in.

And so, with the men having cummy hands, and the women leaking cum from their slick cunts, we ate, and the food was good. More masturbation and making out before dessert, and we left before coffee, so desperate were the women for cock, and we were so messy between our legs that dignity was holding on by a thread.

The van hadn’t been moving long, heading back to the cottage, and Anna’s husband couldn’t wait any more, so he bent Helen over, her head resting on Tanya’s lap, her tits dragging across Rose’s lap, and I wanked his cock a little to get him hard, before he ploughed in. I viewed it as her first proper unorchestrated free-use. And it was a hard fuck. He wasn’t hitting the spot for her, wasn’t building her orgasm, but Tanya told her whilst he was doing it that it was entirely deliberate, and she would cum when he was good and ready. This was free-use as its best, and he wanted a long fuck. What she wanted didn’t count. She started to understand. This was about him. She was inconsequential. She was used. She was nothing, and the centre of attention at the same time. Free-use is a head fuck at times.

To make it even more of a head fuck, her tits were soon being pawed and groped (by me and Tanya) and Rose’s husband put a drool gag on her, my drool gag, her husband’s idea to emphasise who is in control, as Helen doesn’t like drool and slobber. The poor girl was clearly overwhelmed, but Anna’s husband kept ploughing on, and Tanya and I kept working her tits, as the men’s plan to break her in to free-use was going well.

As we pulled into the village the cottage was near, Anna’s husband adjusted his position to make her start building to orgasm, to make that rubbing count. Just as we pulled on to the drive, Helen started to scream, her cries muffled by the gag, which was already making her drool all over herself and Tanya’s lap.

The van stopped and my husband, who was driving turned round just in time to see her cum really hard, milked by Anna’s husband’s cock and a hand on her clit.

She had no time to recover from that hard orgasm before we unloaded her from the van, her cunt and ass still revealed by her skirt being over her waist, and only once we got her inside did we remove the drool gag. Her husband was right, she didn’t like it, but she realised, once again, that her opinion didn’t matter and the men would do what they wanted. She knew the drool gag would make a reappearance, and she knew she’d have to endure it. It was a good life lesson in free-use. And later, she secretly admitted to me that although she hated it, she was thoroughly turned on by it. Betrayed by her body. And it won’t be the last time.

Rose’s husband, my second husband, was next to fuck Helen, next to claim her body with free-use. He lay her face up on the patio table, had Tanya and Anna hold her feet up over her head, ankles wide apart to reveal her cunt, and then he wanked her for a bit, fucked her with a dildo for a bit and then, after I hardened his cock up in my mouth, he ploughed into her cunt and fucked her hard, her tits snapping back and forth as he drove in, her feet held in place to keep her bent double and opened up for his cock. She was very exposed and the centre of attention as my second husband made her cum three times before he did. After her second cumming, he ushered me across, put a hand to the back of my head and pulled me in to his face, kissing me hard, and then telling me I was next, and he wouldn’t be so gentle. I told him to bring it on. He smiled and called me a Good Girl, before slamming into poor Helen’s cunt harder. I wished he was fucking me then, not her, but I knew I was next for that wonderful cock of his.

When she came for the third time, and her cunt clamping made him cum, over and over, there was one man left to claim her, my husband, and he announced he was planning to do exactly what I expected him to do. He’s got a thing about his first fuck with a woman being her asshole rather than her cunt, and here was a perfect opportunity.

But before he could get started, Anna’s and Helen’s husbands had a surprise for my husband. Helen’s husband presented his wife with her tiniest pair of panties, a miniscule black lacy thong which happened to be her favourite pair she ever owned. Anna’s husband told her to put them on, so that my husband can fuck her whilst she is wearing them. Helen had commented to Anna’s husband about how she didn’t want to be the only woman in the free-use group without her signed panties from the first time they fucked in my husband’s collection. This solved the issue, he’d get his signed panties.

Once Helen put the panties on, everyone (men and women) took turns to masturbate her, making her cum a number of times into those panties, Tanya’s husband even made her squirt a bit, something she previously hasn’t done much of, all into her tiny panties. Once they were sopping enough, my husband got Tanya and Anna to pull Helen’s feet further over and wider apart than they had been for Rose’s husband, lifting her ass off the table and exposing it more.

My husband moved her panties aside to expose her ass pucker and beautiful dripping cunt (although the panties weren’t really big enough to cover anything), he put a small pillow under her lower back to make her comfortable, and then spent a while just looking, drinking in her exposure, really emphasising the exposure in her head, her tiny panties moved aside, and trash talking to her about how pretty her starfish was and how he was going to destroy it. You could see her nipples get even bigger, you could see her clit break cover from its hood, the signs her body was turned on, and as he started lubing her asshole, Rose started wanking and lubing his cock. The lubing seemed to take for ever, making her wait, making her asshole wait, until she felt his glans press against her asshole.

Helen was a seasoned anal slut, so in no time, her asshole sucked his glans in, welcoming its invader with some moans from Helen. Rose applied a bit more lube and my husband pushed in, steady but firm, and in no time was balls deep in her asshole. And then he started a firm, steady rhythm, fully in, to out up to the glans, then fully in again, firm slowly turning into slams. He got huge, she got loud, neither of them showed any signs of cumming. Rose relubed over and over, as Helen’s anal ordeal lasted nearly an hour, nearly an hour of rhythmic pounds, until they both came, Helen from anal penetration alone.

My husband removed Helen’s panties, roughly and demeaningly wiping her cunt with her tiny panties, and then pocketed them. He’d get her to sign them later, but for now, they were both happy that Helen’s panties would be up there with the rest of them.

Helen was exhausted, happy, claimed by all four men. She’d been cunt fucked and ass fucked, Carla’s big dildo and my drool gag was used on her too. It was quite a night, and it was not yet over, as the men all had to claim their second wives for the night, with each of us being the exclusive property of our second husbands, to be used as they wanted. Even though we were exhausted, and pretty cummed out, we knew we’d get used, we knew we’d be made to cum yet again. Helen’s free-use education continues.

Thoughts of Mauled Tits and a Cum-filled Throat

28 March 2026 / / 6 Comments

That my husband gave daily use of my tits to our postman as a reward probably shouldn’t surprise you, given what I want from my submissive life, and given how my husband is looking for opportunities to embrace his inner dom.

That the postman thoroughly enjoys his time manhandling my tits (and later manhandling and sucking them) probably shouldn’t surprise you as well. I mean, who wouldn’t enjoy being able to freely grope, squeeze, suck and generally misuse and mistreat a wonderfully fleshy pair of 34Hs?

That I enjoy him doing that, that I look forward to him doing it, that I want him to do it and that I want to feel the results of him manhandling them long after he has left really shouldn’t surprise you, if you’ve read my blog a lot.

I mean, the clues are there.

The fact that I love it when I’m being fucked with lots of movement and the rhythm makes my tits snap backwards and forwards, when the rhythm makes my tits ache or even hurt from that violent movement. I’ve loved that for years, and in my braless present, I love how frequently I end up feeling their movements long after those movements have ended.

The fact that I love men trying to milk me, even though there is no milk to give, and even though that milking action is really uncomfortable for a milk-free pair of udders like mine, again really shouldn’t surprise you.

But I think the thing that might surprise you is the zeal, the relish I have for his tit-mauling sessions. The desire I have for them. The need I am developing for them. God they are so good. As my husband put it, “your tits are being used to give people pleasure, and that is what they are there for”.

That my husband’s colleague enjoyed me draining of his balls really shouldn’t surprise you.

That my husband offered him my mouth to drain them when they hadn’t been drained for a while again probably shouldn’t surprise you.

But that I did it with such vigour, such style, such over the top dramatics may have surprised you, that I did it with a man I didn’t know with such enthusiasm may well have surprised you.

I’ve never given a random person I didn’t know a blow job before. For the record, I have let random people I don’t really know grope my tits before, quite a bit really. I’ve always loved my tits being played with, being the centre of attention. But a random person blow job is a new thing. And you know what, I’d have had his cock drain into my cunt if my husband had wanted. That is where I am now. My husband didn’t want that, just my mouth. I swallowed and swallowed with all the enthusiasm in the world. That poor man needed his balls drained, and I drained them, properly, completely, in a simple act of helping a fellow human. But I drained them with panache and style. I drained them in a way he wouldn’t easily forget.

It was afterwards whilst I was pondering what happened that I realised that, in the same way as I’m developing a desire for tit-maulings, I’m developing a desire for full loads of cum in my mouth and in my throat, a level of desire way more than I’ve had before and this is a dilemma for me. Because, especially for my husband, I want his cum in my ass and in my cunt, and the same for the free-use people. So I came to the realisation that my increasing desire to swallow cum, to roll it round my mouth and savour it, will have to be sated by random other people, rather than the people I fuck already. That’s one for my husband to work out. One great advantage of being a sub – this becomes someone else’s problem!

I think my husband thought these two little tasks he required of me were a bit tame after the free-use. But actually, I don’t think either are tame. Being instructed like this feels different from the free-use. It’s the being instructed part that really gets me going. I’m a Sex Slave, I’m a Good Girl, and I do what I’m told. I want to do what I’m told. And let’s face it, I’m going to love a mouth full of cock, love a throat full of cum, love an aching manhandled tit.

In my previous life, when I wasn’t a sub, my husband would never in a million years have told me to let someone grope and manhandle my tits, he would never have told me to give a gulping sloppy blow job to someone I didn’t know. If I had asked, he’d probably have let me, but he would never had told me to. But that was then. This is now. Giving blow jobs to someone he wants me to is now. Letting someone manhandle and mistreat my tits is now. Raw usage, raw submission. New for me, and perfect. Exactly what I want. Exactly what I need.

And the pure joy of these acts is that there is no particular reason for me to do either of them, for no other reason than to make me do sexual stuff with new people, for no reason other than to fill my throat with a massive load of fresh cum or to make my tits ache with manhandling, for no reason other than to make his wife demonstrate just how much of a slut than she really is deep down.

There is a simple joy and pleasure in these acts, made kinkier by being performed by order on people I barely know. There is no meaning in it, just a man getting joy from my tits, and a man getting his balls drained in an eager and thorough way.

I’ve never been into meaningless fucks, but these two simple acts have really lit a fire under me. I’ve begun to really appreciate those meaningless sexual acts, to see them for what they are and to enjoy them. And I fully realise that more of these will come. In a life where free-use is the norm, in a life where fucking is several times a day, those random acts of submission are likely to be meaningless, likely to be demeaning, likely to be with people I don’t know much.

We all need sex with meaning in our world (and I have plenty of that, what with my husband, Rose’s, Sara’s, my ex-boss, and Anna, Sara, Laura and Vicki), but not every sexual act needs to have meaning – sometimes a fuck is just a fuck, however it is organised, sometimes a blow job is just a blow job, whoever it is on, sometimes a tit maul is just a tit maul, nothing more.

So, you realise that I enjoyed these acts, but deep down, how did I feel about them? I thought I’d feel cheap, but really I didn’t. I enjoyed them. They didn’t cause angst in my world, I didn’t overthink about them. I just did the best I could, did what they wanted and felt great pleasure, both in being used and in making someone’s day better. I also felt slutty. But I like slutty, I love how slutty Mira feels. For me, feeling slutty is never a bad thing.

I think my husband felt my growing need, and vowed to give me more cocks for my mouth, more cum for my throat and more tit-maulings. He really knows how to look after a girl. I love him so much!

My Tits as a Reward, My Mouth Helps Out

21 March 2026 / / 3 Comments

My phone started ringing, and I picked it up and looked at it. It was my husband, and I answered it with a cheery greeting. He asked what I was up to. “I’m with the postman.” He knew what that meant.

If a normal couple want to give the postman a Christmas box, a thanks for a good year of service, they’d give them some cash, or some beers. Not my husband. He offered my tits, for our postman to look at and grope, to maul for his pleasure. All he needed to say was “I’ve got something for you to sign for”, and I’d let him in. Ideally, my husband wanted me to answer the door to him topless anyway, but if I wasn’t, I was to be very quickly after he came in.

I wasn’t sure he would use my tits in any way, but he bloody did, and my husband gave me specific instructions: I was to stand or sit exactly as he required, with a smile on my face and my hands behind my head unless told otherwise and let him to whatever he wanted to my tits, no questions asked.

There is a certain surreal quality about this man I barely know, who I answered the door to with my tits out, grabbing my tits and working them hard. He wasn’t there for long each time, but I certainly felt his manhandling of my tits long after he left.

So, he got his reward, and I got a bit of non-penetrative free-use. This was shortly after I realised that I didn’t just like submissive things, that I was a proper sub. I think it was my husband proving I was a proper sub, although I’m not sure who he was proving it to, him or me.

I didn’t know he was going to offer my tits, and in fact, neither did my husband. It was very spur of the moment. On the fateful day, I was topless but out of sight and my husband answered the door to the postie. And then, he invited him in!

So, all of a sudden, he could see me, naked 34H tits, which I knew better than to try to hide. I styled it out, not showing anything other than happy acceptance of the situation (which was actually true). I saw my husband’s smile as I carried on a perfectly normal conversation, just with my tits swinging as I moved. I saw the postie’s face too, less smile and more lust and it pleased me very much. I think my husband saw both the postie’s reaction and my joy and excitement, and that’s why he offered him access to my tits.

I put my hands behind my head, which made my tits stick out and he roughly grasped them, one in each hand, and gave them a good squeeze and twist. I moaned, a good moan, an encouraging moan, and he realised, mauling them, groping them, pulling at them, first working the fleshy part of my tits, before focussing on pulling, twisting and tweaking my nipples. He was rough with them. My husband saw and encouraged him, and I, being a good girl, a model sub, just let him do as he wanted with a cheery smile and some verbal encouragement.

And that was the first of many. More delivery days than not, he came in and mauled my tits. As if each time would be the last. On the odd occasions my husband was there, with me, whilst this man owned my tits, he could see how much the postman loved it, which I think is the reason he offered the postie the chance to use his mouth on my tits, again, whichever way he chose.

I can honestly say the hand mauling didn’t reduce in time, he loved that too much, but he added more time to get on his knees and lick and suck on my tits, virtually inhaling the nipples in, the same sloppy or dry choice I offer when giving blow jobs, and as a closing treat, my husband suggested the postie bury his face in between my tits and encouraged me to push them round his face, to squeeze them into his face.

And still, to this day, 4 months after the initial offer, he enjoys my tits at least three times a week, and I enjoy him loving them, I get a kick out of the simple pleasure he gets out of them.

That postie wasn’t the only one my husband got me to service unexpectedly. There was a work colleague, round to work on a project, and they took a break, giving their brains a chance to rest in amidst hard and long thinking. This time, my husband did give me a few hours warning. Before the colleague got to the house, my husband discussed my part in the day. I was to be topless all day, I was to serve them drinks and some lunch, if he touched or groped me, I was to let him (and he knew I’d enjoy it), and the final part, I might be asked to drain this man’s balls. Apparently, they hadn’t been drained for weeks and he was getting chippy at work. My husband connected the two.

But also, my husband realised I needed more cock in my mouth, and whilst the free-use men all used our mouths to warm up, very few times did they stay the distance and actually cum in our mouths, all preferring the lower holes to deposit their load. I wanted more cock in my mouth, I wanted to swallow more cum (good for the protein and vitamins apparently), I wanted more coatings of cum on my face (better than face cream apparently), and yes, he knew I’d even let someone get cum in my eye, up my nose or in my hair. I needed it that much, I needed to slut myself up a bit.

Before I admitted I was truly his sub, he would never have asked me to service anyone like that, but now I’m his to do with as he pleases, he could ask me to do something with someone new, and as I want to please him, I’ll do my best, each and every time. He knows I get a sub thrill from being asked to do this kind of stuff. Servicing random people really wasn’t me, but my sub side understands this is how it is now, and I’m rather enjoying being put on the sexual spot. That and this kind of sub service fills a gap I’m not naturally getting through the free-use.

So, I did the topless hostess thing, which is totally natural to me now, and other than the colleague ogling my swinging tits, nothing happened until lunch. As well as the food, they both ordered drinks, and then my husband added that his colleague needed a nice, long blow job as dessert, that he needed his balls emptying after weeks of them being ignored. I smiled, nodded and said “Of course.”, just grabbing his cock, circling it with my fingers and then pumping it a couple of times, before getting up to get their food.

Now I knew this man a bit, he was nice, so my husband was happy enough to share my mouth with him. And boy, did I go to town. With tits swinging, I gave him the longest, most teasing, tantalising, sloppy blow job I could manage.

At one point near the end, my husband crouched behind me and put his hand up my skirt, masturbating me to keep me going, to encourage me to finish him off, and the sight of me being wanked whilst sucking on his colleague’s cock made the colleague a lot closer to cumming.

Amidst the distracting masturbation, I got his cock so very hard, whilst squeezing and manipulating his balls, and when he did start to cum, I pulled his cock back, so only about half of it was in my mouth, and I almost kneaded his balls, extracting every single drop of his cum that I could get.

Once he was empty, totally drained, I leant back on my heels and sat, open mouthed, with a mouth full of creamy sticky cum, awaiting final instructions. My husband told me to spit about half of it out onto my tits for his colleague to lick off, and to swallow the rest, in one gulp and show my empty mouth afterwards. Once I had swallowed his cum, and he was making progress clearing my tits with his mouth (going back to clear my nipples of cum over and over, even though they hadn’t had any cum on them), my husband told me I was a “Good Girl”, and stroked my hair. I love that, I feel so proud when he says that, every time I go to jelly when he says that and he saw the love in my eyes as he played with my hair. My tits were still being cleared of cum, but I was so pleased. I felt like a proper sub.

When my tits were clear, the colleague grabbed each of my tits in a hand, squeezed them, and said thank you and how much he needed to be drained. I said he was welcome, any time, and I meant it. It is lovely to be appreciated.

As they left to go back upstairs to start work again, I heard my husband tell his colleague that I meant it, that my mouth was available whenever he needed it, and then, as they got further away, I heard him say my other holes are even better, but what I needed from him most was blow jobs. Even so, I had a feeling one day he’d get to try my other holes out.

Fresh Meat (Part Three)

15 October 2021 /

Victoria didn’t see the co-owners at all until the following Wednesday, when they arrived at about lunchtime. That was the longest week of her life (to that point). They had a stream of meetings all afternoon and didn’t make any attempt to contact her. Home time came and went, and she stayed at her desk working. She was really worked up and didn’t really want to think about the disappointment if nothing were to happen today.

Eventually one of them walked past her, telling her to come into the office in about ten minutes, and to leave her panties laid out on her desk, as she wouldn’t be needing them.

She entered the room at the prescribed time, closing the door behind her, and stood in between their desks. After a minute of being ignored, she heard one of them say “Still overclothed” and then go back to ignoring her.

She quickly removed her light summer dress and her bra and stood naked in front of them. She could feel her cunt already tingling, and that was without them actually touching her.

They each reached out, grabbing a tit each, and this time, groping it, kneading it, and flicking at her nipples with a thumb. Instead of throwing her head back this time, she looked down to see their respective cocks jumping to attention almost immediately and straining against their trousers.

Vicki suddenly fancied tasting cum, and she had two loaded cocks worth to play with. She put a hand to each cock and started rubbing at them, grasping, and squeezing, almost a mirror of what was happening to her tits.

She knew she needed to choose a cock to go into her mouth first, so she asked the men for a coin, which one produced without breaking contact with her tit or her hand. She showed them each side of the coin and asked them to decide who was heads and who tails. As the dark haired one was the ass man, he took tails. As the light haired one was the tits man, he took heads.

She flicked the coin and let it fall to the floor, all three of them breaking contact to lean over to see the result. It was heads.

She knelt down in front of the light haired owner and put her hands back to his hidden cock. She undid his fly and removed the mostly hard cock and fairly sizable balls from his trousers, making note of his apparent lack of underwear. She was so eager to get that cock in her mouth that she almost grabbed his cock on instinct, licking round his glans a few times, before starting to inhale it further in. Once she had used her fingers to surround his cock and run up and down it a few times, she heard a calm voice telling her to keep his cum in her mouth, to show him the cum once she had drained him and wait for instructions. Finally, an instruction; it took her having a mouth full of cock for an instruction to emerge, and she was a good girl; she’d do as she was told.

Vicki was a good cock sucker, having had plenty of experience at school and university, and she quite liked this guy, and his cock was getting harder by the second. She focussed on where she was running her tongue, particularly his frenulum, which caused his cock to get harder each time she touched it. She could feel she had him so near and she just kept working his frenulum and glans until the inevitable happened: his cock pulsed, and she felt a flood of sticky cum filling her mouth. She kept flicking his frenulum with the end of her tongue until his cock had nothing more to offer, then obeying instructions, she released his cock, and with chest puffed out, she showed him her mouth full of cum. She was expecting him to tell her to swallow it, but he told her to dribble it out onto the top of her tits, and only to swallow when she could spit no more.

She knelt a little more upright and starting dribbling and spitting his cum out over the top of her tits and into the gap between them. There was an awful lot of cum, so she had a lot of work to do emptying her mouth. After she had pushed out all she could, she looked up at him and swallowed, and then sat there, smiling (with perhaps a hint of smugness), with a cum/saliva mix glistening on her cleavage, running down between her tits. What a sight; a sight he clearly enjoyed.

She looked across at the dark haired owner’s cock, so see that still hidden but clearly still hard. She shuffled over, removed his cock and balls through his fly and started sucking on his cock. The frenulum moves were less effective on him but using her tongue to close round his cock and jam his glans against the back of her throat had a similar effect. He was clearly excited, as he really didn’t last long before he started spewing his load into her mouth. A little of it trickled down her throat, but she kept most of it in her mouth, as she tried to milk every last drop from his cock.

Once she was done, she again dribbled the bulk of the cum onto her already cum coated tits and swallowed only the last bit.

She got back to her feet and gave them a good view of her cum covered tits, the office lights glistening of them, their eyes locked on them.

They told her she could go, but they wanted her to leave the building with the covering on her tits undisturbed. She was nervous, but had the front to do it, and there were few people around to notice.

She went back to her desk to pack her things up and retrieve her panties. But, to her surprise, her gusset, and the inside of the front of her panties were liberally covered in cum. It wasn’t either of the co-owners, as they never left the office, but who else was it? She was awoken from her thought process by the dark haired one, telling her to put them on. She had no idea who’s cum it was, but after she put them on, he patted the front of her panties, pushing the cum in between her lips. He told her to leave the panties on until bedtime, and to leave the cum on the top of her tits until bedtime too, and then he told her to swallow all the cum she could.

She got home without incident, even though her tits were glistening with cum, and she spent the evening feeling the cum against her cunt and her tits, reminding her of her session with the co-owners. When she was ready to go to sleep, as instructed, she scraped as much cum off her tits, cunt, and panties as she could and swallowed it all. She liked eating cum. It was a treat. The cum of (she thought) three men was a really big treat, and almost as much cum as she could swallow, but she wasn’t wasting it. She even used a spoon to scrape it off her skin and to dig some out of her cunt; her movements over the hours had made some of it go far too deep into her cunt to retrieve.

She enjoyed it, and they made her feel owned (particularly being labelled with cum in public), but next time, she was determined to get fucked again. Cum inside is better than cum outside.

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