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His Late Night Panties Girl (Part Two)

21 February 2026 / / 2 Comments

Standing in front of my now husband, gently rubbing his cock, the cock Louise cleared of Kate’s cunt juices with her mouth only a few moments before, Louise’s tits were still on display, held up on the top edge of the bra and poking out of the top of her dress.

He was staring adoringly at her tits, at her nipples, which were getting harder by the moment. After a suitable time enjoying the display, he squatted slightly, grabbing the lower hem of her dress, and in one swift movement, he pulled her dress up and off over her head, revealing the bra, the tits being held up by it, unmatching panties and her stockings and suspenders. She lifted her arms above her head and posed for him, her immaculate hair free armpits in full view. He thought she looked radiant. She felt empowered, she felt amazing.

After admiring her for a few moments, he ordered her to strip. Playful, yet commanding.

She took her bra off and waggled her 30GG tits at him. He put his hands out and manhandled them for a good few minutes, in particular squeezing their full flesh and pulling at her already enlarged nipples. Just a little rough, he once again showed he owned them. She made those cooing noises again as he manhandled them. She liked it. Perhaps not strong enough, he decided to see if she really liked it.

She continued stripping, by slipping the white panties off and, because she wanted him breathing her smell, she scrunched the panties up again, pressing them against his nose (whilst having a hand behind his head). He was inhaling her fragrance, becoming intoxicated with the smell of her cunt. He was under her spell, under the spell of the intoxicating smell of her used panties. Once she’d had enough of that, she tossed those panties onto his floor with the others and pushed him back onto the bed.

She knelt either side of his head, facing down his body and pushed her cunt over his nose. He could smell how much she had been masturbating today, and he was really looking forward to tasting her cunt. But it was out of reach of his tongue, so all he could do was breathe in her smell. It was much more pungent than the white panties. She was really up for it. Ready to fuck. Slick with juices. And he was breathing them in.

With all her weight on his face, she reached forwards and took hold of his cock again, starting to masturbate it with a firm hand. Given he was already somewhat hard, she went fairly slowly, just moving enough to keep him hard and attentive, edging his cock whilst filling his nose with her smell. She was totally in control, and she had no plan for what happened next. She was so far out of her comfort zone.

He put his hands up and started working her out of sight tits again, pulling them, twisting her nipples, and then one hand went down to her clit, doing the same. All he could see was her back, he was working her by feel alone. Manhandling her tits made her coo. Manhandling her clit made her cunt moisten almost instantly. He held on to a tit to stop her moving away and furiously, viciously worked her clit, making her hips start to move quite quickly.

It wasn’t long before she came, caused by a particularly nasty twist of her clit, her pussy juice plastering his face. Finally leaving her clit alone, he took grasp of both tits again and squeezed and twisted them. Being rough with her tits felt so good to her. It disturbed her a bit that it did, and she didn’t know why.

Louise hadn’t really liked her tits until that point. Too big, too heavy, too hard to control. Now, that size, that heft was being controlled by him, twists, pulls and squeezes that were making her make noises she never had before, making her cunt moist with arousal.

He finally let go of her tits, putting his hands on her hips instead, and using them to move her body just a tiny amount down his face. Now, her cunt was within easy reach of his tongue, and he started feverishly licking at her outer folds, one hand on her ass holding her in position, one on her flaps holding her cunt open for his tongue examination.

As his tongue got deeper and deeper, it felt like his tongue was boring into her soul. She felt like a puppet, only instead of being on the end of a hand, she was on the end of his tongue. Her breathing got heavier and her cries louder as his licking intensified, all that only spurring him on to bore deeper into her cunt.

And when she was close, all it took was a few carefully chosen flicks of his tongue across her clit, and she came again, a shuddering, whole body shaking orgasm that left his face covered in her juices again. After cleaning her cunt up (and giving her body a chance to recover), she got up and saw his face absolutely painted in her cunt juices. She bent over him, tits hanging and wobbling, as she cleaned her juices off his face, sometimes kissing him and transferring the juices to his mouth with her tongue, and sometimes just swallowing them herself. Her mind went to doing that with Kate’s juices too, a lovely thought that almost immediately got her excited again.

Rubbing on his cock with her hands made her realise that now was the time, time for that cock to fill her cunt. She wanted to look at him really, but where he was on the bed was impractical for that. So, she turned round to face away from him, waggled her ass at him, and then lowered her cunt onto his cock. She felt his hands grab onto her hips and guide her down, her hand making sure his hard cock aligned with her dripping cunt. It felt so good to have his cock inside her again, and in this position, it was very deep.

She put her hands onto the bed either side of him and started using her arm and leg muscles to slide her cunt up and down his cock. He let go of her hips and pulled apart her ass cheeks, just watching her asshole as she fucked his cock.

All too soon, her pace started to slow, neither of them was anywhere near an orgasm. She was becoming more desperate trying to work out how to carry on, but it was taken out of her hands. As she slid up his cock, she felt his hands on her ass, providing gentle pressure to carry her cunt off his cock. Then, those same hands locked onto her hips and rotated her to face his desk. She got the idea, and bent over, folding her arms and resting them on the desk. She felt him nudge her legs apart and then felt his glans rub against the damp folds of her cunt.

He was still rock hard and drove straight in, filling her cunt and making her coo with pleasure. She glanced to her right and saw a mirror with her 30GG tits swinging in response to his drive, then starting to sway backwards and forwards in response to his rhythm. She could see him looking too, and she smiled, the view of her swinging tits probably being responsible for his enormously hard cock.

His Late Night Panties Girl (Part One)

7 February 2026 / / 4 Comments

Louise was worried. My now husband, the man who had fucked her last night, fucked her better than anyone before him ever had, the man who she had chatted with online every night for months, wasn’t online tonight. She was worried he’d decided he didn’t want her to talk to him, didn’t want her to fuck him. With sex so great, she wasn’t having that.

In stark contrast to the previous night, she had taken hours getting ready. The perfect clothes (just a touch slutty), the perfect hair (loose, but clipped out of the way so it wouldn’t brush her face as she fucked), the perfect make up (light touch), not a hair out of place anywhere (she had got her best friend to shave her cunt and ass, making it even smoother than last night). She had a cleavagey bra, hold up stockings and tiny red panties, pre-used off her floor. She thought the panties would really underline why she was there, and would look really nice on his floor instead. She sniffed them before settling on them: they had a slight fragrance of her cunt, despite not being worn for some time. The smell of her own cunt turned her on. Wasn’t it normally men that got turned on by the smell of a juicy cunt? Anyway, she hoped he would appreciate the sheer tininess of them, and given how excited she was, she thought they would have a stronger fragrance by the time he got to handle them, and she hoped he’d love it.

She strode purposefully across the campus to his college, her cunt moistening as she got closer to his college, closer to his cock. But she forgot it was after midnight, and the college was closed, access only for residents via the porters, and she wasn’t a resident.

The porter wouldn’t let her in and definitely wouldn’t tell her which room my now husband was in. She did briefly consider offering him a blow job to get the info, but soon ruled that out. There was only one cock she was getting in her mouth, and it wasn’t a porter’s.

And then she saw him, my now husband, her chosen fuck, walking towards his college at pace. In the dim light of the streetlamps, she saw his face light up when he saw her. He came up to her, put his arm round her waist with his hand grabbing a handful of ass, and pulled her close to him, kissing her deeply, his tongue invading her mouth. She kissed back, her tongue jousting with his. They kissed for a few minutes, before breaking and after he invited her in, they retreated into his college room, past the porter she didn’t need to blow, and past a row of girls on their knees giving blow jobs to a lucky row of male students sitting on a bench seat on the landing. She briefly thought about them joining the end of the row, but decided that was for another night – tonight, she wanted to be more private.

His room was tidier than hers, and she said so, although that was somewhat of a low bar. With a glint in her eye, she told him she thought there was something missing though. He looked confused, confusion that turned into smirking as she put her hands up either side of her skirt, removed her tiny red panties (whilst not flashing her cunt at him), and with an evil glint in her eye, she ceremoniously with a flourish dropped them on his floor, uttering how his room was now much better. He had a big smile she thought was infectious. This was such a good idea.

She sat on the bed next to him, snuggled up, telling him how she was worried he wasn’t online. She was heartened to hear the reason. He was with Kate, agreeing with her that they wouldn’t fuck in the future now that she had her boyfriend and he had Louise who he wanted to fuck a load more. The man snuggled up to Louise told her he’d freed himself up to fuck her over and over. If she wanted it.

Louise tried to act cool. But she wasn’t. She was overjoyed, her cunt craving his cock and his tongue. She really wanted it. Of course she fucking wanted it.

Losing her cool cover, she blurted out that she wanted fucking every single day. She wanted him cumming inside her every single day. And as late at night was their time, she thought they should fuck late at night. And then first thing in the morning after they wake up together. And then in a gap between lectures. She told him how she wanted to smell of sex in lectures, to have a messy cummy cunt in lectures. She told him she was his, her body was his, her cunt and tits were his, her orgasms were his, her panties were his, as long as he kept fucking her, as long as he kept her aroused, as long as he kept making her cum. She needed a lot of servicing, her cunt needed so much work, it was insatiable. She’d clearly thought about this more than he had. His plan was to just fuck her as often as he could, as many times a day as he could, but he realised she wanted more, that she needed more. He’d unleashed this sexual beast, this orgasming slut who liked her tits manhandled, her ass gripped, her cunt filled over and over. He’d unleashed that, their limited time together making it all the more frenzied, and he was determined to service her how she needed. He wanted that. She needed that.

But he was honest with her: he had just fucked Kate, a final goodbye fuck. Louise went from a bit pouty to very mischievous. Having told her that his cock had another fuck in it, and as it would be a second fuck, it would be long and hard, it dawned on her that his cock would taste of Kate’s cunt juices, and she found herself bizarrely wanting to taste Kate.

Louise grabbed at his cock through his trousers and squeezed and rubbed it a little. It started to spring into life. She undid his belt and button and dropped his trousers to the floor, his boxers following almost immediately. Then, she sat his on the bed, pushed his legs wide and dropped to her knees between his legs. Remembering what he told her about blow jobs, she pulled his tits up out of the bra and dress, using the bra to hold her tits up, and tweaking her nipples to get them hard.

Then, she put his cock to her lips, opening them slightly and running her tongue round his glans. Louise could definitely taste Kate, and she loved her taste. Whilst systematically licking and sucking every molecule of Kate’s taste off his cock, Louise found herself wondering what her cunt tasted like to lick out, and realising why men loved licking women out so much. She wasn’t bi or anything, but did find herself wanting to lick Kate’s cunt. She could dream.

She did dream as she finished working his cock with her mouth and tongue, but his ever-hardening cock woke her up out of the daydream, and jolted her into starting her plan. Operation Stake Her Claim.

She got up off the bed, opened her bag and pulled out a scrunched-up pair of white lace panties and pulled them on, again, not showing him her cunt as she did it. He was a little bemused, but his cock stayed rock solid. Why remove one pair and replace them with another?

These ones she had worn for most of the day, and had wanked herself in them a number of times during the day, dreaming of fucking him again. They were damp, ripe, and very fragrant. She hoped he’d smell how ripe they were, she hoped he’d realise how much she’d wanked into them, she hoped he’d breathe in her intoxicating aroma tonight and in the future. It was all him. She’d wanked over and over because of him.

You see, she had had a really strange idea before she left her room, an idea to put her stamp on his room, to put her claim on him, and it involved her panties. Those dirty panties on her floor. She thought if she wore them again (unwashed obviously – sod that for a lark) and deposited them on his floor, he’d have her dirty panties all the time, something to smell to remind him of her and so be horny all the time, ready to fuck her all the time.

She didn’t really know what she was doing, or why? What made her want to give him worn panties? I mean she loved her panties and she wanted him to love her panties too. She felt it connected her with him, and more than anything, for the time they had left, she wanted to be connected with him.

Although she couldn’t get the thought of tasting Kate’s cunt out of her head, and she didn’t want the second-hand taste of it out of her mouth. She’d never done anything with a woman, but she loved the taste, the idea. Perhaps there was chance of a taste of juicy cunt in the mix.

His Late Night Chat Girl (Part Three)

10 May 2025 /

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

His Late Night Chat Girl (Part Two)

27 April 2025 /

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

His Late Night Chat Girl (Part One)

14 April 2025 /

There was one more woman my now husband fucked at university, a fellow student called Louise. He met her in a university on-line chat room (when these things were nerds only) and had late night chats for a number of months. They had never met – they didn’t even know what each other looked like, but one night, he mentioned that he had to stop chatting as he had to go and fuck Kate, and in reply, she typed “I sometimes wish you’d come and fuck me”, before deleting the comment, pretending she hadn’t said anything and cheerily saying goodbye for the night.

All the time he was fucking Kate that night, he was thinking about fucking Louise. Kate said he seemed to be extra hard, and he fronted up about what had happened. Kate smiled as she played with his hair, telling him he ought to fuck her tomorrow night then. After all, he and Kate weren’t exclusive and she was only fucking him two or three times a week now.

Tomorrow night came and he was chatting away with Louise as if nothing had happened. He was getting cold feet, and she hadn’t said anything. But all the time, he was longing to fuck her, desperate to fuck her, more and more gagging for it every minute they ignored the situation.

He couldn’t stand it any more, and so, without really thinking it through properly, he just went for it and typed “You know what you said last night?” She didn’t type anything for ages, making him worry about what she thought, worry that he’d misread the hint, but after a long pause, she replied simply with a building and room number, before immediately leaving the chat.

She immediately left the chat because she was panicking. She was having a stay in your room working type of day, so she hadn’t even showered that day, and her legs and armpits desperately needed a shave. This wasn’t how it was meant to be. She wanted to be perfectly manicured, not a slovenly mess. She also almost immediately regretted not telling him to wait an hour before coming over. Too late now.

He hadn’t left immediately though. He decided to have a shave, a quick wash, do his hair and put on some clean clothes, making himself look as nice as he could, before setting off across campus. He’d never even met her in person. What if he didn’t like what he saw, or what if she didn’t? Too late for those worries, he was resolute in his decision that he wouldn’t meet her and then not fuck her if she wanted. She was about a twenty minute walk away. Added to his preening time, this gave her about three quarters of an hour.

She didn’t know that of course, but she decided it was more important to shave and do her hair than to shower. She had long blonde hair and decided to simply leave it down, with a clip at the front that would hold her hair back during a fuck. She shaved her armpits (they needed to be absolutely smooth to his touch and she moisturised to get them silky), her legs (as she was deploying the finest seamed hold-up stockings and didn’t want them to catch), and finally she trimmed her pubes to a perfect triangle (he was a mathematician after all), making her puffy cunt lips and clit the most visible they could be.

She spent slightly too long admiring her handy-work and arranging her cunt lips so that they looked perfect, before progressing onto a brand new pair of seamed hold-up stockings straight out of the packet. They were sheer, low denier and black. She always felt sexy rolling a stocking up her leg, and she took her time getting the seams perfectly aligned. She had a dig through her drawer to find the bra she wanted. It was similarly black and sheer and she would need it to hold her substantial tits in place. It didn’t hide much though, and without really thinking, she pulled on her nipples to get them larger and harder.

She was just about to look for the tiny panties she wanted, ones that would really emphasise her trimmed pubes, when there was a knock at the door. Swearing under her breath and noting to deploy those panties next time, she grabbed a lightweight pink silk gown and threw it on, doing it up as she looked through the spyhole in the door.

He looked nice. Neatly presented, unlike her. He had chocolate. Thoughtful. His fingernails were short and clean, a must if they were to get anywhere near her cunt. She shouted for him to wait for a second, just long enough to adjust the gown so she looked fabulous. She was going to have to front it out. Feeling slutty like she was handing her body to him on a plate, she didn’t really care as she was going to fuck him, no question.

She opened the door a crack, and they checked each other’s names, and once happy they were the right people, she opened the door wider and invited him in. He came in and she locked the door behind him, not wanting any chance of being disturbed during this fuck she needed so much.

She turned round to see him looking for somewhere to sit. She had the clothes she was going to wear on the bed and the chair was full of dirty washing. She hadn’t tidied up, so there was dirty washing all over the floor as well, and looking at it in that instant, the floor was mostly covered in dirty panties. She liked panties. She had lots of them. She just didn’t massively like washing them, as they were mostly delicate garments and needed special handling. He’d seen them. What would he think of her? Although most men like panties, so she thought she shouldn’t worry.

She went to hang the clothes back up, ensuring to flash a stocking leg through the split in the gown whenever she could. She knew he’d seen, and he had a smile on his face. She picked the pile of washing up off the chair, and turned to put it in the bottom of her wardrobe. As she did so, more panties dropped from the pile and onto the floor. This really wasn’t going well, but he looked more amused than anything else. The most amusing thing of all was that despite owning all these panties, she wasn’t wearing any. It all added to that feeling of handing herself to him on a very slutty plate.

She thought he’d have taken a seat, but as she turned round, he was standing in front of her. He ran a pair of fingers down her cheek, stopping her in her tracks. After that briefest of pauses, she just moved forwards and their lips touched, before almost immediately turning into a tongue jousting snog. She put her hands to his face, caressing his cheeks and holding his lips to hers. He put his arms round her and his hands firmly took a grip of her silk covered ass cheeks. That firm grip showed her that he meant business, and her kiss got a little harder and a little more frenzied. She had waited so long for this. She left any doubts behind as that animal hunger for cock took hold. She hadn’t had cock in way too long, and her lust took a grip.

All her control went out of the window, as she let go of his face with one hand and ran it down his trousers to his cock. It seemed fairly big and fairly hard already. Promising! She took a good handful, gently squeezing it, and asked, with just a hint of amusement and a big dollop of hope, whether Kate had left anything for her. He assured her there was more than enough, as he pulled her dressing gown off her shoulders, it sliding down her arms, giving him a good look at her cleavage, without revealing anything else.

She really didn’t want to let go of his cock, it feeling lovely in her hand despite the intervening fabric, but she reluctantly did so, and put her arms down for the silky gown to slide off. He stepped back to admire the bra and hold-up stockings, also admiring her preparedness to fuck and her perfectly manicured pubic hair, gently teasing and not at all hiding her cunt. Little did he know it was due to the lack of time, but neither of them much cared. Lust had taken over.

She put her hands to his belt, undoing it and his trousers, pushing them down to the floor, herself sinking to her knees as she pushed them down, her face then in front of his bulging boxers. That looked contrived. But she was there now, so slid his boxers down and started slowly taking his cock in and out of her mouth, getting a little deeper each time, using her tongue on the underside a little more each time. But she wasn’t there for a blow job. Her cunt needed cock. This was just to get him warmed up.

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