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My Sexy Secretary Self (Part Two)

17 May 2020 /

I have no idea how much work he did whilst my dripping cunt was on display for him. It felt so exhilarating to have his cum dripping from my cunt in full view, and I didn’t want to move as I didn’t want this to end.

But end it had to, and he eventually told me to get up and take a seat opposite him. As I went to sit down, I thought it was naughtiest to undo the cunt access zip and sit with my legs apart so that he could see. I adjusted my position, and he said that was perfect. The change of position had made my cunt start to ooze again, but I didn’t dare touch myself.

He started talking about the role as his secretary. Behaviour, appearance, and professionalism were all mentioned, as was making good judgement calls and he commended me on my judgement so far. He then went to say that the best secretary he ever worked with understood that she was an extension of him, and she was very good at thinking what would he want or like her to do, rather than what she would want or like to do. He said he would also help her when she didn’t do what he wanted to help her to understand and remember better for the future. I smiled, as I knew exactly what that meant – spankings. He had beautifully set the scenario up, like the film but better.

I said I understood, and he said he thought I did, because what I’d done so far was perfect. He then gave me a load of stuff to get on with and started work himself; after all, he was there to actually work.

I did a few tasks successfully, as he popped out of the office. When he returned, he had me bend over the desk again. This time, he licked down and back up my ass crack, and then focussed his tongue on my asshole, circling it as well as pushing his tongue against my pucker. After a sublime couple of minutes, he stopped licking and I felt a squirt of cold lube hit my asshole. I was going to turn round and look but decided a good secretary would just lie there and take it without turning a hair. He had his cock in his hand and was rubbing his cockhead against my asshole. Then I felt the smooth plastic of a lube syringe depositing a load of lube inside my asshole (the way we always do it), then he put a knee up on the desk and worked his cock head through my pucker and into my asshole. As usual, my ass was able to suck his cock the rest of the way in, and then he quickly started growing as he was rocking backwards and forwards. I sometimes need to ask him to slow down his rocking to slow down his growth, but I really didn’t want to here – I wanted to be a good secretary and just take his cock filling my ass.

When I made a slight gasp at his size, he did slow down a little but nevertheless carried on with his strokes. When he was massive, he whispered in my ear that he wanted us standing up, and we both started gently shifting position to standing. Once we were upright with his cock still in my ass and his rhythm re-established, he put his arms under mine and roughly grabbed a blouse-covered tit with each hand. Whilst he was roughly squeezing on my tits, he put his lower arms against my belly, and used them to hold me in place and to increase the drive into my ass by bracing me against them. I could hear from his breath that he was fighting again cumming, but after a good minute of driving hard, he could no longer resist, and I felt his cock repeatedly pulse and spew cum deep into my ass, and no sooner had the throbbing stopped than he shrank and slipped out of my asshole. He bent me back over the table and I felt him wipe his cock on my asshole (something he has never done before), then he told me to stay exactly as I was (as he said before), this time with a cummy asshole and a cummy cunt on display.

I was finding this so exhilarating, that when I did return to the tasks he gave me, I made a careless mistake. With my mind was too wrapped up in sex, I got the numbers 14 and 18 the wrong way round. It was easy to fix, but he thought I needed to take more care and needed something to remind me.

He had me bend over the desk (again!) and undid the zips to reveal my ass again. He ran his hand over my ass as he explained that I needed to say “18” 14 times and then he would spank a cheek each time. He said I needed to take care not to mess up. Well, I didn’t. He spanked each cheek of my ass with a full force hand seven times, producing a nice sting on each cheek.

Then just in front of my face, he put a black leather strip paddle on the desk, padded on one side and unpadded on the other. He said that the other half of my “aide memoire” was to say “14” 18 times and then he would spank across both cheeks each time with the padded side of the paddle.

At the time, it was the biggest spanking I had taken, and I was a little apprehensive, but I said with my best professional voice “I’m ready. 14” and he quickly accelerated the paddle into my ass, striking what I now know to be his favourite position right on the bottom of my ass cheeks. Ow, that fucking hurt, but I knew better than to move or say anything other than “14”. One by one the paddle rained down blows on my ass, all striking near enough the same position. I got to the end and said I had finished, but he told me I had messed up; I’d called out one too many “14”s, something he would usually repeat the whole “14”s exercise for, but as I was new, he would just administer 3 strokes with the hard side of the paddle, and this time, I was to be silent.

I have no idea how I didn’t cry out as each of the three strokes impacted with my ass. My ass was totally on fire, and I was a little delirious from the pain, but I was very happy.

He left me bent over the desk for a while, the heat radiating from my bright red ass. Usually after a spanking, I had a cuddle, but not in this scenario, he just left me on display. After I’d been there a while, he “sent me home”, as he said I’d done enough for one day. He said I needed to ask my husband when I got home to apply some moisturiser to my ass; something he willingly did, but only after spanking me a little more “because I probably deserved it”.

I love these roles and we return to them again and again. I love the dynamics and the mental aspects, and I love the fiery ass I almost certainly end up with.

My Sexy Secretary Self (Part One)

11 May 2020 /

The success of the innocent outfit and my enjoyment of clothed sex started me thinking about other outfits I could wear for sex. My husband works from home a bit and doesn’t really want to be disturbed when he does (after all, he is being paid to work). That is particularly disappointing when I really want a fuck, so I had an idea that if I dressed up as a sexy secretary, I might persuade him to pause work to fuck me.

I had an outfit idea in my head. I wanted a suit; with a very short skirt (obviously), a see-through blouse and stockings and suspenders. Suits were pricey, so I started scouring charity shops to find something. I looked for ages and found nothing, but eventually I hit the jackpot. There was this suit, and it was really cheap. It was a mid-grey colour. The jacket was about the right size, but my large tits made it gape a bit when I buttoned it up. That was just the look I was going for. It came with two pencil skirts, both to just above the knee, although they both had what looked like bleach damage. One it was on the bottom edge of the skirt, so I would have to shorten it by about a couple of inches, the other was right in the middle of the front skirt panel and would require removal of over half the length of the skirt.

Time to break out the sewing machine to carry out major surgery on the skirts. I could only work when my husband wasn’t there, as I wanted it to be a surprise, so progress was slow. I started taking apart the one with the major damage, reducing it to mid-thigh length, and then I had another idea my husband would love. I decided to put zips into the skirt up from the hem, one on the front (in the middle, right passed where my cunt would be) and two fitted one on either side of the back panel, creating a flap he could flip up to access the whole of my ass. I also needed to strengthen the thread holding the buttons on.

Over a few weeks, I reassembled the short skirt to my new design, and was really pleased with the result. I road tested it round the house, to ensure it would stay on and that the zips would stay closed. Typically, the skirt was ready at a time when he wasn’t working from home a lot, so I had to wait for the big reveal. In the meantime, I carried out similar surgery on the longer skirt (again with the zips). I left it longer as I thought I could actually wear it out to business-like functions whilst still having the zip access to my cunt and ass. I knew my husband would love that juxtaposition.

The final part of the outfit was a see-through blouse. I scoured the internet and eventually found a listing where every single one of the reviews was moaning about how see-through the blouse was and how the blouse gaped. That was exactly what I wanted. I ordered a couple, and they were fabulous. Like the t-shirt, they were shaped to hold my tits up without a bra but doing so made the blouse dangerously gape. It looked amazing, but I took the opportunity to reinforce the stitching, as it would be under a lot of strain.

The big reveal came a few weeks later, when he did the first of three days working from home. I left him for the first hour whilst I loaded myself into the shortest skirt, blouse, stockings and suspenders and jacket.

This girl was going to get herself fucked and probably spanked. You see he loves the film “Secretary”, although he moans that they didn’t go far enough. From the first time I thought of this idea, I wondered if he would go that way. I was fully prepared to be spanked, which was something we hadn’t done much of at that stage. I’d been spanked a few times and enjoyed it, and I secretly hoped for more.

I knocked and entered the office. He was engrossed in some paperwork. I asked him where to put his tea, and he waved towards his desk and said thank you. He obviously saw my outfit out of the corner of his eye, as when I turned round from putting down his tea, he was looking at me with a small smile he was trying to hide.

I smiled at him nervously and said how it was my first day as his secretary and how he really needed to start using me for anything he needed. He told me to take my jacket off (and his eyes popped out as he saw every detail of my tits through the blouse), and I did my best not to grin wildly at his reaction or to look smug – I was going to nervous and demure. When he regained his composure, he gave me a couple of short tasks to do, which I completely efficiently (I did sometimes help him with his work, so that wasn’t really new).

When I asked him what to do next, he told me to step towards him. Whilst he was complementing me on the suitability of my outfit, he unzipped the cunt access zip at the front, parted the fabric and bent down to take a look. He smiled and said he was pleased I wasn’t wearing panties, as in his opinion panties have no place on a secretary. He put his hand to my cunt and ran his fingers up and down my lips. My cunt was wet, and he told me that needed dealing with. He spent a couple of minutes using his fingers on my cunt to make them even more wet and me even more excited, and several times he put his fingers to my and his mouths to suck off my juices. Then, when he was satisfied with how worked up I was, he bent me over the desk and unzipped the rear zips and lifted up the flap. I was so pleased the zips had the desired effect.

He nudged my feet apart with his foot, then I felt the tip of his cock nuzzle against my cunt lips. As he was rubbing his cock head up and down my lips, he was talking about training plans and expectations of the role, then he firmly drove his cock into my wet cunt and started rhythmically withdrawing and driving in again. I was already excited, so it was easy to make me orgasm. I felt him twitch, and he withdrew his cock until only the tip was in me as he came, then he withdrew completely, and he told me to stay exactly as I was until he told me to move. So, there I was, dripping cunt on display for him to enjoy. You know by now how much I love being displayed, but I didn’t really know then. All I knew was that I loved being displayed for him and I loved him looking at me.

Victoria’s Discovery Of Cake Sits

5 May 2020 /

Why on earth does sitting my cute pert ass on a perfect pink creamy sponge cake feel so good? I had absolutely no idea that it would.

Hi, it is Victoria again, and I’ve spent the last fortnight trying to get my head around why such a simple act feels so amazing.

I mean, there is so much going on in this one act. You’ve got the fabulous squelching and oozing (with something that feels perfect for that), you’ve got the destruction, the ass imprint and the ruining of the perfect princess thing all rolled into one perfect act.

Just thinking about the oozing and squelching, of how the cake felt in my ass crack and oozing its way into my cunt, makes me ready to cum by thought and memory alone. I’ve never been that excited by an act I’ve done ever.

I love the opulence and exaggeration of the swirls of fluffy pink icing, and how it feels as I lower my spread ass onto it. I love how the icing round my asshole feels like it flutters as I fart on it. I love the stickiness and how it seems to glue the cake to my cunt and ass, and it is that same stickiness that allowed Mira’s husband to stick large amounts of squashed cake to my tits.

My 32GG tits can also be described as pendulous, and in a similar way to Mira, her husband loaded my tits with cake. He knows me well though, and he knows how I love for my tits to feel they have had a workout. I love them aching from where they’ve been swinging backwards and forwards and if he can make them swing quiet viciously through the motion of my body, then he does.

It is the reason why when I use the exercise bike (which I have been quite a bit in the last few weeks) that I’m topless, as I love the way my tits snap side to side as I peddle. (For the record, Mira, quite sensibly, keeps hers strapped down on the odd occasion she uses it).

So, having loaded my tits up with cake, he presented his cock to my mouth, and had me suck it, and as I moved backwards and forwards, my cake-laden pendulous tits swung backwards and forwards in an amazing way. The extra weight made a lot of difference. As well as dreaming about having my tits heavy with cake, I’m wondering about other ways of adding weight to my tits.

Whilst I was sucking on his cock and my tits were viciously swinging, I orgasmed really quite hard, so later when Mira ate the cake from my cunt, she got to eat cum soaked cake. She did give me a little to taste though and it tasted divine.

The whole thing was a sensory and emotional treat, and certainly wouldn’t be my last time doing any of it. I’m really glad that they chose to leave my cake sit until right at the end of Cake and Cunnilingus Day, as anything after would have been an anti-climax.

I didn’t get a lot of sleep that night. I was trying to work out why it was so good, masturbating at the memories, and wondering what other foods may feel great when sat on.

As I reminisced, I remembered steam puddings, those upturned from a pudding bowl, vanilla ones covered is sticky jam and toffee ones covered in toffee sauce; they’d have to be cold rather than hot, but I bet they’d work well. I remembered the pink tray bake cake from school; I bet that icing which was sticky and held together as a sheet would feel amazing wrapped around my ass. I remembered upturned blancmanges but wondered if they might not have enough resistance. I then remembered trifle, and spent ages trying to work out if I could sit on a trifle. I so wanted to sit on a trifle.

I remembered chocolate éclairs, then mused that the cream would probably spray out of the ends. Then I remembered choux buns covered in chocolate and split around the middle and filled with cream. That was a probably more pleasing cream ooze pattern. And then I remembered profiteroles, a lovely big pile of cream filled chocolate covered profiteroles and I thought how lots of little jets of squirting cream might feel.

I am well and truly hooked. It was only a few days after that first cake sit, and yet I had already done another one. I found an original school canteen recipe online for the pink iced tray bake, so I modified it to be gluten-free and made one of those. I’m not sure what Mira was more impressed by – the fact I wanted to do another cake sit so quickly, that the pink icing stuck to my ass so well, or that the cake tasted exactly like she remembered from school.

A couple of days later, Mira’s husband returned from shopping with a couple of good sized éclairs. So, as we sat down for dinner, he lined them up with our spread ass cracks, and we lowered ourselves onto them. The cream did indeed squirt out of each end, but because we rolled onto them (front first, then rolling backwards), the cream at the front squirted onto our cunts. He caught the cream at the back in his mouth and swallowed it. We then had the rest of the meal with our sticky desserts under us, every small move creating squishing and sticky sensations in our ass cracks. We were in no hurry to reach dessert, but when we did, it was divine – each woman bending over the table for someone to eat the éclair directly from our ass cracks (I ate Mira’s and her husband ate mine). I really enjoyed that meal!

I made a couple of gluten-free cupcakes earlier on today. I did a massive pink icing swirl on each, and I took one into the lounge to show Mira and her husband. Mira stood next to me, peeled the cake case off the cake and stood admiring it in her right hand. They were impressed, especially with the icing. She placed her left hand at the top of my ass, then in one fluid movement, she took the cupcake and squashed it into my cunt, cupping around my cunt to collect any loose cake and then squash it all in. It was oozing deep inside me and was filling me with something fantastically squishy and sticky.

When she was satisfied it was all in, she took her hands off me and licked at the hand the cupcake was in. She looked very mischievous and very pleased with herself. I felt over the moon. Even slight movements made the cake ooze and squish inside me. I would probably have stood there for ever, but Mira’s husband reminded me Mira wanted to post this article today, so he suggested I should finish that, then he’d get me in the Queening chair, use a wand on my clit for a bit and then clean me out.

So here I am, cunt full of cake, feeling in sensory heaven, trying to stay focussed enough to finish this post off. It isn’t easy because the cake feels so good.

Influences and Progress

29 April 2020 /

I was genuinely concerned that I had permanently lost my desire for sex. Whilst I was ill, I had sex primarily because I wanted to feel close to my husband and Victoria and to make them happy. Normally I want sex for my own sake as well, for the penetration, for the genital contact and for the orgasms.

My husband did his bit to help my desire return by wearing his suit much more than usual. He’s a respectable senior manager and he looks fucking gorgeous in a suit. When he comes in from work wearing it, my cunt usually moistens up immediately and I have a desperate need for him to fuck me whilst wearing it. I’m glad we bought a machine washable suit, as it would become expensive to keep having it dry cleaned. Even though I was feeling like shit, I still needed his cock in my cunt whilst wearing the suit, so it got me having more sex than I might otherwise have done. Cunning, and brilliant that he found a way that worked.

As I’ve recovered, I’ve got my desire back with a vengeance; in particular, Vicki has really got me hooked on having my cunt licked, which is interesting as less than a few years ago (before meeting Olivia on holiday), I really didn’t like it being licked that much.

Vicki’s tongue is amazing: so gymnastic, so flexible, so strong, and so long. It always feels like she is digging her way into my soul, rather than merely licking my cunt. My husband has a great tongue and uses it well, but it has nothing on Vicki’s. I guess it is because she knows what works well on her own cunt, and therefore does that to mine. That, together with the agility of her tongue, makes for an utterly mind-blowing and deeply probing cunnilingus session. Vicki has had a lot more lesbian experience than I have; sure, I’ve been with a good number of women before and I’ve had and given some wonderful orgasms, but Vicki is much more about the experience, the whole package, the love making; “The Vicki Fuck Experience” I call it (she said I make her sound like a theme park ride, and what a ride she is!).

Whilst I was feeling down and melancholic, I was thinking about how fragile sexual desire is. Up until that point, I had always wanted sex and had always found sex when I needed it. In morale terms, it was absolutely crushing to not want sex. I forced myself to do some stuff, a lot of anal for my husband to enjoy and a lot of cunnilingus for Victoria to enjoy. At the time of each act, I did enjoy myself, but for some reason there was no connecting that enjoyment to desire.

When I was at my lowest, I thought a lot about all the people that helped me to get here. Obviously, my husband and I (and now Vicki) encourage each other, and he has been positive not judgemental when I’ve made “disgusting” suggestions, and I don’t think I have suggested anything that we haven’t tried.

But there are others who had a big influence on where I’ve ended up.

The first was my sexual education teacher at school. I was only fourteen, and here was this beautiful young woman teaching a load of girls about relationships and sex. She was body positive and sex positive, telling us about female empowerment and how women should enjoy sex too and how to go about making sex what we want or need. My family always treated sex as if it was disgusting, yet here was a positive role model teaching us how to enjoy sex. Here was somebody strong, sassy, sexy and eloquent, and she almost instantly became a role model to me.

I still have the book she gave us in the classes. Amongst the advice was to never trim or shave your pubes as they have an important function to perform. Our teacher did a really good job of selling this to us; we didn’t find out until just after leaving school that she began the day of that particular class with trimmed pubes and ended the day (in an act of rebellion) with her cunt totally waxed. She was my hero and my inspiration.

I still remember the key bits of advice that she gave us. Never say no when you mean yes, masturbate frequently to build up your stamina, and always wear your panties on top of your suspenders to aid a quick fuck. Three important pieces of advice, and I suspect that isn’t quite what the government had in mind.

A few years later, the latter piece of advice became useful, as I realised that tights brought on cystitis, and just what a cock magnet stockings were. The men I encountered loved fucking me with my stockings on, a love of sex whilst clothed that is still going strong today.

Getting my panties off wasn’t a problem; finding them or remembering to look for them was quite a challenge. I lost count of the number of pairs of panties I left in unfortunate places. My favourite was I left a pair drying on a radiator in an Indian restaurant; I didn’t have the nerve to go back and ask for them.

My boyfriend of the time was always taking them off me at parties, mostly to masturbate me, and when I looked for them later, they had gone. Someone had a nice present, but my bank balance was stretched with having to keep buying new ones. It really wouldn’t have surprised me if he was selling them to his mates. He was ultimately an abuser who I saw for what he was and dumped, but he was an important influence in that he took sexual activity out of the bedroom and into the public arena, something my husband has built on.

The next person who influenced me was a girl at college called Di. We were flat mates who quickly descended into lesbian friends with benefits. Neither of us knew what we were doing, but we found our way through trial and error. We ended up most nights snogging, cuddling, and masturbating each other, and she taught me how to really let go when I orgasmed, as before her, I was rather quiet and reserved. I would love to have a session with her now, as I have come on leaps and bounds as a lesbian lover.

My final influence is a guy I knew about a decade after Di, and someone I have mentioned before. He has a condition that makes him between male and female (in that he has a small but functioning cock and decent sized breasts). He presents as male because his wife and soulmate didn’t want to be a lesbian, but he was amazing with me with encouragement and advice, about who I am as a person, about sexuality and getting what sex I want, and not following convention. He taught me a lot about gender identity and presentation, about being bi and pan, about how wanting and craving sex and going to get it is a good thing, and he introduced me to a whole community of interesting people, a community my husband and I are still very much involved in today.

I have been very lucky to have a lot of good influences on my development into my kinky self, and into a person who is able to talk about and support others who have made non-mainstream choices. After all, that is what this blog is really about – being the sexual animal you want to be, not the one society expects you to be.

The Great Cake And Cunnilingus Day Cake Sit (Part Two)

22 April 2020 /

So, there I was, my cunt and ass embedded in a formerly pristine pink buttercream iced Victoria sponge, and it felt good, with all the squished cake in my ass crack and cunt, and I had just pleased two eager people by doing my first ever cake fart.

As I sat on the cake, it was sticky and squelchy and just felt amazing. I could have stayed sat for hours, but after I’d been sitting in it for a good while, it was time to feed Vicki some cake and time to feed my husband some cunt.

I lifted my ass up off the cake, and as my cheeks were being held open by the floor, when I lifted my ass up, my crack closed up and cake squelched out of it. I adore those cake squelching feelings. I gave my ass a little wiggle to make any loose cake fall off, and I looked back to see a lovely pattern of my cheeks and ass crack in the squashed cake. It worked better than I had hoped, and I made my husband take pictures of the cake and my cake covered ass.

Then I moved onto all fours, my pendulous 34H tits slightly oscillating as I positioned myself. My husband moved the flattened cake from between my legs and placed it to my side. Then he sat down to my side by my tits. He grabbed the hanging tit closest to him, picked up a handful of cake with the other hand and squashed it onto the lowest part of the tit, covering the nipple and all the area round it. This was new, but it was obvious what he was up to. He then added more handfuls of cake all round my tit until it was pretty well covered. He then let my tit go and watched it as it swung backwards and forwards until it naturally stopped, checking the cake wouldn’t fall off.

He then went round to the other tit and repeated the loading and squashing. After he had finished, he moved the spare cake away and took another admiring look at his handiwork and took a couple of photos. The extra weight on my tits accentuated their pendulous nature, meaning even small movements made for quite long periods of tit swinging.

Once he was satisfied, he lay down face up on the floor with his head just beyond my feet. Vicki positioned herself between my legs and his head, lowering her cunt to meet his mouth, and lowering her mouth to meet the cake stuck to my ass.

And thus, the simultaneous cake and cunt eating began. My husband commented later that Vicki’s cunt was already slick and dripping with juices when his mouth first made contact – clearly cake sitting and cake farts were getting her horny. Her mouth and tongue started clearing the cake off my ass, starting with the outside of my thighs and outer parts of my ass cheeks. She was clearly doing it deliberately to make me wait for her tongue to contact my cunt, asshole, and crack. That tactic usually works, but when there is squishing and oozing cake involved, I enjoy those feelings too, so was in no rush for her to stop them. I was also loving the swinging of my cake-laden tits, with every small movement I was making being accentuated by the extra weight.

Just before she was about to start on my crack, she stopped and started making loud noises. I was so engrossed in my squelchy mess that I’d completely forgotten my husband was working her cunt with his tongue, and she was clearly close to having an orgasm. I knew my husband would have speeded up to make her cum, and once that loud yell that signified her orgasm had happened, so she briefly paused before recommencing on my ass.  The challenge of Cake and Cunnilingus Day is that whilst she has cake, her cunt needs to be licked, so I knew that as soon as she started licking at my cake covered ass, he’d be licking at her sensitive cunt again. She appeared to not be in any rush though, with clear and deliberate movements with her tongue and mouth, moving down my ass crack to clear it of cake and icing.

My ass was a little sticky from the sugar and her tongue, but my cunt was still covered, and she was unable to reach my cunt with her tongue, so I needed to move. I got up and enjoyed the feeling of the cake squishing between the underside of my tits and my body. I stood admiring my cake-laden cunt and tits, and had him take more photos, all whilst she went to get a towel to protect the sofa. I sat on the sofa, with my legs wide and my ass hanging off the edge, my cake-covered tits resting proudly on my chest. After another couple of pictures, my husband retook his position and Vicki got herself comfortable over his mouth. The way she closed her eyes told me he immediately restarted licking (as the rules state, until she finishes her portion of cake, she can’t stop him licking her). She opened her eyes and they locked onto my cake covered cunt. She put her hands to my cunt and started slowly and deliberately opening the folds and licking her way round my cunt.

Fold by fold and with amazing precision, she cleared the cake and cream off my cunt, sucking away at my cunt and licking down my hole to ensure I was cake free. I shifted a little uncomfortably just as she cleaned off the last bit of cream – that shift is a sign that I was part way to an orgasm. Vicki clearly saw that and focussed on my hole and running her tongue round my clit. I started breathing heavily and Vicki was moaning in between licks – I correctly surmised that my husband was still licking her cunt and had her part way to another orgasm too.

It was a race between her tongue and my husband’s, and I was hoping she would win, as if he made her cum before I did, she’d probably stop and let my orgasm slip away. I need not have worried – her tongue was forceful and quick, and she made me yell out and cum about ten seconds before she yelled out with her orgasm. That was close.

She settled back away from me and sat looking lovingly at me. My husband got up and leant over me, kissing me with the taste of Vicki’s cunt strongly in his mouth. My tongue was very active trying to clear her taste from his mouth. When I broke his kiss, he smiled at me and asked if he was permitted cake. So that’s why he loaded my tits with it! We agreed that he was, and he set about diligently clearing my tits of cake, starting at the top, lingering over my nipples, and finished with the really squished cake under my tits.

Vicki and I were both very satisfied. I really enjoyed my cake sit, cake fart, and how he added cake to my swinging tits. I’d definitely want all three again. And then I remembered Vicki still had her cake sit to come. But right now, I needed cake, which meant I needed one of their tongues to lick my cunt. My husband volunteered his tongue and Vicki started feeding me squished cake with a spoon. I love Cake and Cunnilingus Day.

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