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Rebecca With The Smell Of Sex

20 February 2023 /

It is quite hard to concentrate on role-playing when there is a strong smell of sex coming from the woman next to you, especially as you were responsible for it. Nobody said a word whilst she was in there, but there were some comments as to how they wished they’d done that to her after she changed rooms. My now husband just sat there smugly.

During the second day, there wasn’t really much chance for a sex break. They popped to get lunch, during which she told him it felt like she was oozing into her panties, and he’d have to sort the mess out later. She knew he would.

The hours flew by as the game got more intense and everyone convened in the largest room about 6 hours from the end for the Acme products fight. It was hilarious and everyone had a great time.

And all too soon, it was over. Next game would be the start of next term. Rebecca nodded to him across the crowded room, and she slipped out of it. He followed about a minute later and found her waiting round the corner for him. Her first words to him were “Are you going to do something about the mess in my panties?” Absolutely he would, but possibly not what she was thinking. Not yet anyway.

When they got back to her room, he stripped her again, apart from her panties and sat her on the bed. He held his cock towards her mouth and told her to get him hard again. She started running her tongue up and down the full length of the underside of his shaft, occasionally flicking her tongue over his glans. When he started to get hard, she added sliding his whole cock into her mouth into the mix, and she knew he was getting close.

But immediately after the first twitch that signified to her that he was about to cum, he pulled his cock away from her, stooped down, pulled the front of her panties away from her body and put the end of his cock into the void, before pumping his cum in between her panties and her cunt. Once he finished, he placed her panties back in place, patted the front of her panties to make the new cum ooze round her cunt, and asked if she wanted to get dinner.

It wasn’t quite the “doing something about the mess in my panties” she was expecting, but it did make her feel sexy as hell, and he assured her that dessert for him would be the contents of her panties. She was having cake.

But first, there was the period of having her panties filled in a cummy, juicy mess, and as a consequence, she smelt of sex again, the first lot having waned over the hours. They went out to be fed and watered, the smell of sex absolutely surrounding Rebecca. She loved it.

When they returned to her room, he stripped her again, this time peeling her panties off her before sitting her on the edge of the bed. The fabric of her panties was covered with a juicy cummy mixture, and he took the panties and wiped the worst of the mixture onto the tops of her tits, leaving a glistening layer across them. He took her panties back down and started wiping the cummy mess off her cunt, before lifting up her right tit and wiping the mess onto the underside of her tit and right into the crack. He repeated this for her left tit, and then stuffed her panties in his pocket. When he looked at her face, he saw curiosity and naughtiness, so he knew he was fine to carry on.

Then he dropped to his knees and placed his mouth towards the cummy mess that was her cunt, very fastidiously and methodically clearing the remaining mess. He left her clit to last, and she was already rather turned on the licking, so when he started flicking his tongue round her clit, she knew she was cumming again and couldn’t stop it (not that she wanted to). He quickened his tongue round her clit, and he felt her body start to tense and her cries heighten. A few more quick flicks with his tongue and she was cumming again, a few more flicks kept her orgasm going, and then after she stopped cumming, he very gently licked her cunt clean again.

He declared her cunt as all clear and clean and sat back to admire her in this very sexy pose. She told him that her orgasm was made stronger by the strong smell of sex emanating from her tits, and she reminded him that he needed to lick them clean too.

“All in good time” he told her, and he offered her a hand to get up. He then turned her round and bent her over her desk, her cummy tits squashed into the desk as she leant over it. He moved her legs slightly apart and rubbed his glans against her folds until he was hard again. He thinks she thought he was teasing her, as she started to beg for his cock, but he wasn’t quite hard enough yet. Her begging though did help to get his cock hard again, especially as her begging got more frantic.

Soon enough, his cock was hard enough, and so he began to put her out of her misery and started to nudge his glans in between her lips, nudging slowly and steadily into her cunt. He was in all the way, when he put his hands onto the front of her thighs and slowly began to draw his cock back and then forth, pulling on her thighs to ensure a good depth and power for the in-stroke.

He increased the rhythm of his strokes and increased the power with which he slammed into her. He felt his cock growing even harder and bending up slightly, meaning his glans was sliding along the bottom of her tunnel. Her language was getting more lewd, making it even harder for him to hold off, and yet he wanted her to cum too.

He moved his hand across from her thigh to her clit and started to play with it. Her voice went up in tone a notch and her language was really explicit about what she wanted. But all too soon, she was unable to speak, as she was barely able to catch her breath, and then, he felt her start to cum. After a couple more strokes to keep her orgasm going, he stopped and sprayed more cum into her well-used cunt.

She collapsed over the table in exhaustion, and he lifted her up and took her to her bed. He put her in it and started covering her over, when she said that he wasn’t leaving her that night, as in the morning, he’d need to lick the cum from on the top of and under her tits. So, he got into bed with her and spooned her as they went to sleep, his hand firmly grabbing on to one of her cummy tits as they lay there.

As he drifted off, he hoped this would become a regular occurrence, as he loved fucking his sassy American lover.

Rebecca With The Greedy Cunt

12 February 2023 /

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.

Rebecca With The Gravity Defying Tits

4 February 2023 /

It was the end of a long sexless summer for my now husband just before the start of his third year, and when he got back to university, he was gagging for it. Val had left uni, and Debbie was on her overseas year, so he knew he’d have to find someone else to fuck.

But the first day back wasn’t that day. On the first day back, he always played a 36-hour role-playing game called Toon, with multiple rooms, multiple GMs and lots and lots of laughs. Everyone played cartoon characters, and the game inevitably ended up as an Acme products fight.

About 2 hours after they started, Rebecca walked into the room he was playing in. He remembered Rebecca from the previous year. A sassy American, with a big voice and an even bigger cleavage, who he got on well with. But the sight of her barely constrained tits brought on a stirring in his cock.

But he was in the middle of a battle, and those thoughts quickly subsided. She was good at Toon, just like he was, and their paths crossed a number of times over the next six hours, until their characters both fell off a cliff, at which point they left to change room to another GM. When they went into the next room, they would land at 90 degrees from the previous character who landed there and leave a little half inch indentation in the ground where they did so.

But the Toon playing convention was that if you were outside a room, you could take a break. My husband suggested they should grab some food, and Rebecca agreed. They grabbed some burgers from the on-campus takeaway and Rebecca suggested they went back to her room, where they ate and chatted. Rebecca was easy company.

They had just decided to go back to the game, when Rebecca said she wanted to change her top, as she just pulled at the waistband of her top and pulled it up over her head.

He was sitting on her bed and his eyes were glued to her heaving tits, barely constrained within a bright red see-through bra. As Rebecca threw the top away, she went to start to move towards her wardrobe, but stopped and looked at him, commenting how “There is a man with lust in his eyes.” He nodded agreement but his eyes didn’t leave her tits. She put her hand up behind her back and unclipped the clasp, then she slid the bra down off her shoulders and pulled the cups simultaneously off each tit.

He simply said one word “Better” and took her hands and pulled her towards him. He was in awe of how such large tits could defy gravity and be up with no support (being 20 was a large part of it), and he gently pulled her towards him, kissing each of her nipples in turn. He noted she was slightly turning her body, seemingly to ease his access to her nipples, and that was all the encouragement he needed. He initially focussed on her left tit, bringing his hand up to cup it, gently squeeze it and bring it to his lips. He put his left arm round her waist to hold her in place, as he worked his tongue across and around her nipple. Her nipple was clearly growing as he rolled it in his tongue, and she started to make purring noises.

He moved his left hand from behind her waist to her right tit, and brought it to his mouth, her left tit now firmly held and squeezed in his right hand. He tried to be fair to each nipple and use his tongue in a similar way. He did keep tweaking at her left nipple though, to keep it erect whilst he was licking her right.

When he let go of her nipples, he leant back to admire his handywork that she was proudly showing off. He put his hand down to the button on her trousers, but before he could undo it, she put her hand over the top of his and held them.

He looked up past her tits into her excited eyes, and she purred that they didn’t have time to fuck, but she’d like him to lick and suck at her clit just like he licked and sucked at her nipples. He nodded agreement, and she pushed his hands away and undid the button on her trousers. She turned round, bent over slightly and slipped her trousers over her ass and let them fall gently to the floor. She was wearing the tiniest thong with barely any fabric between her cheeks.

He put his hands to either side of the waistband of the tiny panties and slipped them over her ass too. She stepped out of the clothes and turned round, showing her perfectly manicured pubes to him for the first time. She had a small patch of pubes high above her clit, but everything from her clit down was bare. He put his hands on her ass cheeks, and pulled her towards him, his tongue working through her folds until he came to her clit. Each time his tongue passed over her sensitive clit, she made a load moan, and her clit was getting harder with each pass over it with his rough tongue.

He took his right hand off her ass cheek and started nudging the end of his fingers against her folds. He used his left hand to keep her waist from moving, and he started roughly fucking her sopping cunt with his fingers whilst roughly licking at her clit with his tongue. He felt her hands behind his head pushing it into her clit, and he just kept going, hoping his tongue wouldn’t let him down by giving out before she came.

He needn’t have worried. She cried out hard, her body got more rigid, and his left hand grabbed her to hold her weight when her legs began to give way. She came really hard and covered his face and hand in her cum. His fingers kept working her cunt, dragging every last second of orgasm out of it. She sat down next to him and snuggled up, pushing her naked tits into his still clothed torso. She took his cum drenched hand and slowly licked her cum of each finger and his palm, and then she leaned up and started licking the cum off his face. She clearly liked the taste of her own juices, and slowly and methodically cleaned up his face.

Then, once he was clear of cum, she started kissing him, very passionately, her tongue and his jousting for position, her tongue exploring every millimetre of his mouth. Once their kiss broke, she told him it was the best orgasm she’d had in ages, and she said she wanted a fuck later. She just needed time to recover.

He stroked her hair as he told her his cock would be ready and he would absolutely be fucking her brains out later in the day. He didn’t quite know where this display of bravado came from, but she smirked and told him his cock would have to live up to his mouth. He was confident it would. So was she: anyone who had a tongue that good and could make her cum that quickly was certain to be a good fuck, and it was clear how much he loved her gravity defying tits, or as she called them, her cock hardeners.

But they had to make themselves presentable and return to the game before they were missed. That fuck would have to wait. There was a game to play first.

Centenary Orgy

6 November 2022 /

I was starting to get really excited. I had been planning this for months, especially to celebrate my blogging centenary. I always planned to have a massive sex party to celebrate the half-centenary, but fate intervened and that didn’t happen. So, many months ago, I decided that we had to have a party this time.

But, as we got nearer to the hundredth post, my thoughts began to change a little. I realised that what I really wanted to do was to celebrate the amazing women that have appeared in this blog, women who all love sex, who embrace orgasms, who really go for it sexually (even if they aren’t really sure how things might work out), and who defy the stereotypes or societal norms meant to keep women in their place (sexually or otherwise).

In this blog so far, we’ve named twelve women, some I don’t know, many I do, some from recent times, some longer ago. But all the women mentioned here are amazing, because of their attitudes, because of their love of sex and sexual adventure, and because they are, for the most part, up for giving things a try. This blog is fundamentally about women, and so it does seem fitting that the centenary post is about women too.

For the most-part, the men referred to here are part of the women’s stories, and in making the posts about the women, I somewhat (and a little deliberately) downplay the men. I wanted to maintain this female focus, as so much of what is out there is about and aimed at men; I wanted something to be about us.

That having been said, there is one man whose story is intricately woven into this blog. I never intended to have stories of women my husband fucked, women I’ve never met, but a lot of the stories seemed to fit my female viewpoint of the blog. So, you are reading more of my husband’s story than I ever intended, and therefore, I think it wouldn’t be appropriate to exclude him from the centenary celebration altogether.

Over a few weeks, a plan coalesced into view, a plan centred around and staring the women, but with a small, sustained part for my husband, a part that he would never forget.

This very special party happened a couple of weekends ago. It was an all-girl party (apart from the cameo from my husband), where anything between the women went; masturbation, oral, strap-ons, tits, asses, cunt, whatever. The only request I made of each and every woman was that if they came, they wouldn’t hold back. They’d just take full advantage of the other wonderful women in attendance, all willingly, all in fun, all with love, all for the O. I guess I was thinking orgy, where anyone was game for anything with anyone.

And this is where it was quite an ask, because a number of the women didn’t actually know anyone else there in reality, only from the pages of the blog (although I can tell you now that some people there haven’t even been published in the blog yet).

If I’m honest, I’m amazed some of these wonderful women accepted the invitation, given what was expected of them. They are kinky bitches the lot of them, getting kinkier all the time. All the women were naked below the waist for the entire evening, and then totally naked for the second half. Nakedness in front of women in a social setting was a freedom that some were enjoying for the first time. I loved seeing so many beautiful cunts all on display, totally without shame and not a single attempt to hide anything. It was a beautiful liberating expression of womanhood, and one I will remember for a long time.

And I loved what we got up to, the sheer joy of sharing our sexual voyages with other women, of women (one had never been with another woman) allowing themselves to be taken to sexual crescendo with enthusiasm and without doubt or shame. There was so much bodily contact, including groping and pawing of tits and intimate and intrusive examinations of cunts and assholes. There was an abundance of masturbation, either solo or each other, singly and in groups. There were even a number of strap-ons deployed for use on cunt and asshole, with an astonishing amount of lube consumed in the process. Amazing women doing amazing things in the pursuit of amazing orgasms.

Not one of the women shied away from any of this: every single one joining in with making others cum as well as themselves. It was a delight, a visual feast. We even shared my husband’s cum loads directly from the cunt involved. That was a total joy too.

But of course, this wasn’t all about him. We had a chart to ensure that all the women got a fair share and to sample everyone, but that wasn’t really needed. The action came thick and fast, and the visual feat of all these orgasms from all these cunts kept everyone near the edge all the time. Without needing to resort to the chart, each woman masturbated and masturbated others, their cunts were licked out and they licked out others, their ass cracks were licked down and assholes teased, and returning the favour, and their tits were sucked on, pulled, squeezed and generally worked to maintain arousal.

All in all, it was an amazing night, and one totally suitable to celebrate one hundred posts on this blog. For one of the women there, it was her first lesbian experience, and given the enthusiasm of her tongue, the abandon with which she orgasmed and the eagerness with which she tried things with a woman, it certainly won’t be her last.

For some of the women involved, it was the first such party, and as such, their counts of connecting sexually with other females took a major increase.

What was particularly magnificent was those that had not met anyone else at the party (apart from my husband, but he was hardly in a position to help) came and just got their cunts out and joined in wholeheartedly. I could not have expected more, and yet they delivered. What totally wonderful, determined and up for anything women they are. I suspect it won’t be the last time I get to taste their cunts too; if the party is anything to go by, they seem to have acquired a taste for it. What a dream situation I’m in at the moment. I’m so lucky to have access to the magnificent cunts of so many wonderful women, and I really can’t get enough.

And then, there was my husband’s cameo. A small yet important part in proceedings for the women, and yet a fully immersive experience for him, crossing off one of the few items on his list that he has yet to do. When you read about his cameo in the next blog post, it is important to remember that some of the women in the room had never done anything like this before. Stage fright could have curtailed their involvement, but it didn’t happen, and all the women took a full part with him. And he’ll never forget it. The women probably won’t either, but a centenary party that introduces people to new things, that changes their lives forever and that creates memories that will never fade is a perfect way to celebrate.

Here’s to the next one hundred blog posts (and the next few cunts I get to taste!)

My Kinky Lass Gets Her Bright Red Ass

14 July 2022 /

So, there I was, bent over his lap, bearing my near white ass to the world in close proximity to his right hand. I could hardly believe it – I was craving being spanked, and I planned for that first proper spanking to be right now. With the framed Dish Duty in view, I was eagerly awaiting feeling his hand making contact with my ass.

But instead, I heard his soothing voice, telling me to stay as quiet as possible when being spanked; no words and ideally no groans or yelps either – just focus on the sounds of implement and ass, and the sensations within my ass. That would be hard – I’m pretty vocal usually, but I didn’t want to disappoint him.

After his words concluded, the wait seemed like hours. I’m sure it wasn’t long at all, and then it happened. A high velocity strike with his hand on my right buttock. It felt nice. A sharp sting followed by a warm sensation. I muffled a yelp. A second and third strike followed, before he switched to my left buttock for its three. He followed with another four to each side, each with similar power.

These were no play spanks; these were proper full-strength strokes with his hand. After seven on each cheek, he rubbed my ass with his right hand and stroked my hair with his left, as he asked me how I was feeling. Very happy. Slightly delirious. Ready for more. He obliged with a further three high powered strokes to each cheek, focussing on what was his favourite spanking location of up and under the lower part of the ass, the sweet spot he called it.

Then he picked up the paddle and rubbed the paddle backwards and forwards across my stinging cheeks. This seemed to distribute the warmth across my cheeks and was quite soothing. Whilst he did this, he told me I was doing well with my noise, but that it would be harder with the paddle and therefore I really needed to focus on my noise and on the paddle.

I felt the rubbing of the paddle stop and the paddle leave my cheeks and then make contact with my cheeks very quickly. It was the soft side, but it was a hard stroke and it did sting and I did make a muffled yelp.

Of course, the paddle strikes both cheeks at the same time, so there is an intensity shift from his hand. Intensity is also higher because the area hitting each cheek is smaller, but more even than his hand.

He used the soft side twice more across both cheeks, and he checked me again, before applying three more slightly lower down my ass. Then he paddled me twice with the hard side of the paddle up and under to the sweet spot before finishing off with two more with the soft side on the same spot.

My eyes filled with tears as the two hard strokes happened. They hurt, and it was a real fight not to scream out. There is something different about the sweet spot, and the strokes there were amazing. I could totally see why he focusses on it. Those two hard strokes were almost overwhelming.

With those hard strokes, I knew I could recreate Dish Duty, with some practice. I have a fairly high tolerance to pain, but the sharp stings of each stroke still gained my attention, and the throb of my ass was pleasurable, if not slightly serene.

He felt that was enough for my first time, and he suggested I admire my ass. As I did so, he took a photo if it (something I always did when I spanked his ass). I was very satisfied, but my ass was disappointingly only a little pink.

It was whilst I was standing there that I realised just how far from Dish Duty I really was. My poor ass would need to take quite a spanking and paddling before I got anywhere near to the picture. But I was determined to recreate it and fill that picture frame, so at that moment, I decided the fate of my poor defenceless ass.

Before I could get up, I felt his left hand on my lower back gently pinning me down and his right hand drifted down from my ass to my cunt, which was very slick with sticky juices. My cunt gave away just how much I enjoyed that. He started working my cunt with his fingers, running a fingernail across my clit, and I was bucking and braying in seconds. He did that twice more, including the last time holding me right on the edge of orgasm for a good couple of minutes. That last orgasm was huge, and I was exhausted at the end of it. As I sucked my juices off his fingers, I smiled at the thought of many spankings still to come, both him and me.

Over the next few months, I was spanked regularly, increasing both the number of strokes and the type. I soon learned that the quickest way to redden my ass was to use the hard side of the paddle, so I asked my husband to focus on that. A few warm up swats with his hands and the soft side, then focus on the hard side. As he got more practiced, he was able to improve his aim. Whilst for redness, strokes all over the ass are required, but his focus on my sweet spot is what really made me cum. He became quite adept at hitting my sweet spot over and over again, with alarming accuracy.

Of course, the joy of spanking is that I get to spank him too. He prefers to have a lot of softer strokes rather than fewer harder ones, yet on a practical level, I’m not really able to do that many strokes before my arm hurts. So, with a degree of inevitability, he had to progress onto harder strokes too. I almost exclusively focus on his sweet spot now, as he is less interested in the all over spankings and redness of his entire ass like I am.

Something else I have perfected is working on his cock with my left hand whilst spanking his ass with my right. He has very little control when I do this, and he seems to cum multiple times when I work on him in this way. I have also found that if we are fucking, and he starts to go soft, a few swift clips with the paddle (often whilst his cock is still in me) restores structural integrity for his cock and gets him going again. I call the paddle “my remote control”.

Spanking is a whole new world of kink, and one I’m massively enjoying. My ass has never been red enough to recreate the picture, and once my thighs have reduced in size a little, I will get there, I will recreate Dish Duty (only without the panties, as they really aren’t me) and he will have the picture on his office wall next to the original and my statement. This kinky lass does indeed crave a bright red ass and gets one quite often!

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