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Finding The Seedy Underbelly (Part Two)

21 June 2024 /

The doorbell rang, and Rose’s husband shouted that the door was open and to come on in. Quite risky really as Rose’s husband was fucking me face down on the sofa whilst Rose was bent over an armchair being fucked by my husband. It could have been anyone knocking.

As the hard cocks rhythmically slid in and out of our cunts, Anna and her husband emerged from the porch, brandishing a platter of canapés. I felt Rose’s husband’s cock pull out of my cunt as he took the food to the kitchen.

I didn’t move, feeling a cool breeze blow over my slick but gaping cunt, until Anna’s husband pushed Anna’s head down behind me and I felt her tongue start to lick my juicy cunt. Anna had a great tongue and I wriggled as she licked my cunt, hoovering up my thick juices. I’d have to get her in the bottom half of my queening chair one day.

Anna’s husband, whilst offering us greetings, went over towards Rose and pulled his cock through his fly. Rose, whilst still being rhythmically impaled by my husband’s cock, eagerly took Anna’s husband’s cock in her mouth and started working it to get it hard, running her tongue up and down it, pushing his glans against the back of her throat, and squeezing his length with a ring of her fingers as she pulled his cock out and rested her teeth behind his glans. The impromptu spit roast didn’t last long though, as soon he was rock hard and pulled out of her mouth.

I think my husband realised what Anna’s husband wanted and pulled out of Rose’s cunt as Anna’s husband approached, his hands replacing my husband’s on Rose’s hips and in a swift movement impaling her already slick cunt with his hard cock.

Knowing full well that my husband would want to get in Anna’s cunt as soon as possible, I knew her tongue would soon be leaving my cunt. He gently pulled on Anna’s pony tail to get her up off her knees, and removed her jumper, freeing her amazing braless tits. He roughly grabbed each tit in turn, squeezing it, licking and gently biting the nipple in between kissing her lips.

The wetness of my now lonely cunt felt that cool breeze for a little longer this time, until Rose’s husband’s hands took my hips again and he impaled my cunt, continuing his thrusting where he left off. The breaks in fucking were helping his stamina, but not helping me cum, and I knew it would be a long hard fuck before I finally got there.

My husband gently pushed Anna to the wall, and immediately started working her cunt with his fingers, expertly and relentlessly working his fingers knuckles deep into her cunt, working her clit and lips with his thumb and forefinger, his hard work rewarded with giving her a shuddering and extended orgasm. Without giving her a chance to recover, he then bent her over at the foot of the stairs, pushing her head onto the stair carpet, pushing her feet apart with his foot and then holding on to a tit in each hand as his hard cock pushed between her cunt lips and buried deep inside her, thrusting strongly and twisting her tits to control her body, making conversation really difficult for her.

Two more voices yelled hello, and a number of us yelled to come in, with Rose’s husband adding to lock the door after they came in. Tanya and her husband, bearing a gift of cheesecake and trifle, entered the room, and once again, Rose’s husband left my cunt gaping. This time though, it wasn’t empty for long, as Tanya’s husband took over from Rose’s fucking me, his barely hard cock growing quickly as my moist cunt enveloped it, but I knew it would be an even longer fuck as the rubbing was slowly getting him harder and harder. The relentlessness of the rhythm and rigidity of two different cocks had made me desperate to cum, but frustratingly, changing cocks had made me wait.

Tanya’s husband took over from Anna’s in fucking Rose’s cunt, meaning that was three cocks that had fucked Rose’s cunt in quick succession. And she fucking loved it!

Anna’s husband made Tanya suck his cock to get Rose’s taste in her mouth, before he stood her against the wall, freed her tits for the obligatory groping and then started fucking Tanya’s cunt, gently at first until she was slick enough to take the pounding she craved and was expecting.

And the total joy was that none of the eight of us had even mentioned sex or acknowledged that it was happening. Despite the fucking, we were trying to hold sensible conversations. It was crazy. And glorious.

What Rose and Tanya explained to me that evening in my lounge was that one evening, towards the end of a respectable dinner party, the six friends started fucking each other. No one could quite remember how it started, but the men were passing the women round as and when they liked, the women were going from hard cock to hard cock with total abandon, to such an extent that no one can really remember who made who cum. But cum they did, and then after the men were all spent, the women started licking cum from each other’s cunts, in a visual display that made those spent cocks start to spring back to life.

Once the women saw the effect they were having, a blow job chain was set up, where the cocks were passed from mouth to mouth until they were all hard again, and then the women once again were repeatedly impaled by cock after cock, this time entirely for the women’s pleasure, as the men had little more cum to give. All the women orgasmed again, and then, in a cum filled daze, they all slumped and went to sleep, each woman in the arms of a man that wasn’t their husband.

The whole evening was fuelled by a heady mix of sheer lust, total abandon, and familiarity with each other, and no one even thought of not carrying on once they started. They were just six friends fucking each other, in any combination, in any position, just enjoying each other’s bodies and giving each other raw animal pleasure.

I was getting excited at their descriptions, and I found myself rubbing my dress against my pantyless cunt a little, more out of instinct than a deliberate action, and Tanya was doing the same in front of me. Rose noted my movements with a smile, saying we’re all friends and it was OK for me to make myself cum. I wasn’t going to say no, and as if to encourage me, Tanya lifted up her dress as I did, and we both started using our fingers to work our respective cunts. The sight was too much for Rose, who very soon had her hand at her revealed cunt too. The visual stimulation of three naked cunts being masturbated tipped us all over the edge. We all came in quick succession, and we each shared our sticky fingers with the other women, giving me my first taste of their cunts and them of mine. And divine they were too. I’d enjoy licking their cunts in the future.

My thoughts were interrupted by Tanya pointing out that is why they were talking to me, and I felt a glow, a sort of pride, that they knew me well enough to have an idea what I’d want to do. And there was more to come, as I was still intrigued as to why Tanya ended up being visibly fucked by Anna’s husband in the middle of the night.

Finding The Seedy Underbelly (Part One)

5 June 2024 /

My husband and I walked into Rose and her husband’s lounge, and my husband presented hers with a couple of bottles of wine. He seemed pleased with our choices, but quickly put them down and turned his attention to me. I had taken my shawl off and given it to my husband to hang up, and as my husband turned away to do so, Rose’s husband, without saying a word to me, pulled my roll-neck jumper up from my waist to reveal my tits, which he knew on that night would not be encased by a bra. I knew I wouldn’t need one. I knew my tits would be out in seconds.

As I carried on the greetings with Rose, who was verbally ignoring her husband’s actions, he picked up each of my tits in turn, sucked on the nipple and had a very gentle chew, something he knew would be making my cunt very moist very quickly. After dealing with both nipples, he squeezed and kneaded my tits for a bit; that always gets me excited, and he knew it.

When he was satisfied with his working of my tits, he just let them go, gravity accelerating them downwards before my body slightly painfully put on the brakes. He then picked up the bottles and took them into the kitchen. Without adjusting my clothing, with my tits still very much out on display, I sat on the sofa, carrying on conversing with Rose about something mundane, with her ignoring my half naked appearance.

My husband, having hung up my shawl, came back into the room and, seeing my tits already out, went straight over to Rose. He held out a hand to her, like a man asking a woman to dance, and she took it, getting up out of her seat. He pulled at the waistband of her top and pulled it up, her lifting her arms to aid removal. Also braless, her tits were dragged up with the fabric and then pulled free and dropped and bounced into view. My husband roughly grabbed one of her tits in each hand and squeezed and kneaded them, ultimately focussing on squashing her nipples each between a thumb and forefinger. Such harsh tit work was making conversation hard for her, but she persisted.

I felt a presence next to me and felt a hand on the back of my head as Rose’s husband turned my head towards his cock, which was sticking out from his trousers. I replied to Rose’s last comment before taking his cock in my mouth and starting to work it with my tongue. As I took his length, my head bobbed backwards and forwards, and I always took care to release his cock from my mouth so that I could reply to what Rose was saying, before immediately taking his cock back into my mouth and working until it was long and hard.

In the meantime, my husband positioned Rose over the arm of the chair. As she bent over it, her short skirt rode up to reveal her pantyless state and her beautiful ass and glistening cunt.

His hand went straight to her cunt and, with her still trying to hold the mundane conversation with me, he started masturbating her, gently at first and then with increasing intensity and harshness. His working her cunt was making it hard for her to string a sentence together, but she persisted. She had to, even when he lent forward and pulled at her tits, encouraging them to wobble and snap backwards and forwards even more as her body moved to his fingers.

Despite holding the conversation, Rose still shrieked as my husband’s fingering brought her to her first orgasm of the night, and instead of carrying on fingering her as I thought he would, he took his hand away and dropped to his knees, bringing his tongue and mouth to her juicy cunt to enjoy the fruits of his labours.

Watching another man lick his wife’s cunt seemed to make Rose’s husband particularly hard, and as he withdrew his cock from my mouth, he twisted me on the sofa, pushing me round so that my face was against the seat and my ass and cunt were in mid-air. Pushing up my skirt and holding onto my hips, he just lined up and drove his cock into my already slick cunt, slippery from all the tit-manhandling and cock-sucking. I turned my head to answer Rose again and saw that my husband standing again and that his cock was buried in her cunt, his ass muscles rippling as he drove into her, holding her hips to accentuate his drive, at the same time as her husband was holding my hips and driving his cock into my cunt. Nothing was said about the sex, just about where Rose had gone shopping and what she had bought.

This is going to take a lot of explaining.

This all started with me being convinced that there was a seedy underbelly to this village. Underneath the idyllic charm, underneath the rural beauty, underneath the prim and proper exterior, I was sure there was lots of sordid goings-on, lots of depravity, lots of sex. But I didn’t have a sniff of it for ages after we moved in, and even then, there wasn’t a lot.

The village had balls; you know old style dances. Invitation only, and we were invited. The outfits were fabulous. The men of course had suits, cabaret ones, tuxedos or full three-piece ones, and I do love a man in a suit: makes me wet just thinking about it. For the women, the outfits were much more flamboyant, much more adventurous, much more revealing. Sometimes, our dresses were tight or had very short skirts, not leaving that much to the imagination (especially if you weren’t wearing panties, and I can tell you I was far from being alone in that). Sometimes, they were gowns, long with splits as deep as our hips, again somewhat risky without panties. That was the fun of it. Some fucking always happened out the back of the venue, quite a few couples not just us, but whilst it was public, it was always discrete.

We always seemed to end up outside fucking round the back of the village hall at the same time as Rose and her husband and Anna and her husband, and on the back of those simultaneous fucks, we all turned into good friends. I knew my husband really wanted to fuck Anna, but that wasn’t on the cards, and I think he was content with just watching her get fucked out of the corner of his eye, and I was the lucky recipient of a ridiculously hard cock whilst he was watching her; his cock didn’t hide what he really wanted. You know how much how I love watching sex and being watched, so those were great nights.

The only other sniff of debauchery I had was a few weeks before the scene mentioned at the start of this post, where I saw one of my female neighbours in the middle of the night, naked bent over the kitchen sink (and facing the window with the blind fully up), clearly being fucked by the man behind her, whilst her tits snapped backwards and forwards in clear view of anyone out there. I had hoped I wasn’t seen, but I was mesmerised and stayed watching (and masturbating with my skirt lifted up, hiding nothing in the process) until they were both finished, and I was so turned on that I had to wake my husband to do the same to me (although our kitchen is at the back, so it was private).

But clearly, they must have seen me, because a week later, she was at my front door with Rose, who was also a good friend of hers. Her name was Tanya, and it turned out that the man fucking her wasn’t her husband, and I hadn’t recognised him as Anna’s husband, and as Rose told me, my heart sank a little for Anna, as I thought her husband was having an affair. But equally, my heart was pounding as I had finally found some more debauchery, sordidness and sex, and secretly, I loved it.

But everything was not as it seemed, and there were three things that made them think they needed to talk to me: our fucking beside them at the balls, the fact Tanya and Anna’s husband saw me unashamedly wanking as they fucked, and the fact that I had apparently admitted to Anna about this blog (to be honest, I can’t remember that at all, so it must have been one of the evenings when there was more than a little wine involved). All that meant that they thought I would understand, that they thought I was perfect to get involved. But I really had no idea what it was they thought I was perfect to get involved with, apart from the fact that it involved fucking, and quite possibly people other than their own husbands. I was fine with that, and in the back of my mind was the fact that my husband might get to fuck Anna after all. Suddenly, the stakes felt high, and not just for my wonderful friends.

Making Meetings Less Boring

19 May 2024 /

Hello my lovelies

I am so sorry about the lack of posts over the last few months. My life really has become super busy for about the last six months, as several projects that I have been working on for some time have finally come to fruition (all at the same time of course) and I have been trying to progress them all. And sex, I’ve been having lots of sex.

I have to admit that I have been prioritising having sex over writing about sex. Although I do often orgasm when writing blog posts, I’d rather orgasm at the hands of another person. I’ve always been the same: I’d rather be masturbated by another person than do it myself too, although at times, needs must.

Today was one of those days. I had a day of important but boring video conferences. To make them more interesting, and to give me an edge in discussions (which doing something hidden and sexual whilst having a video conference always does), I decided to wear very little, only a slightly see through blouse and a bright red deep plunge bra that does nothing to hide my nipples. I love being a little tease in these meetings. I have to say, with some men, if I tease a little, I’ll pretty much get what I need out of the meeting. Whilst in some ways, I hate the fact that it works, in other ways, I’d be totally mad not to do it.

As for out of camera shot, I wore absolutely nothing below the waist, but I did have my large butt plug in place (the one with the thick neck that really stretches my sphincter), and my new sizeable vaginal plug, meaning I felt really stretched front and back. In addition, I had a vibrating clit clip attached, which I would be able to turn on with a remote control during the meeting. I chose a word that I knew would be used in the meeting, and whenever someone said the word, I turned the vibrations on, and left them on until someone else said the word (and no, me saying it didn’t count, although I could use the word to try to make someone else say it).

So despite being so full down there, and having my clit being assaulted by stints of the vibrations, I had to maintain composure, stay relevant to the meeting and get the outcome to the discussions I wanted. I certainly made life hard for myself.

And when the video was first connected, I realised the blouse was much more see through on camera than I realised, and my bright red bra and erect nipples clearly showed, which, combining with the blouse buttons undone down to my bra, made for a very sexy display for the other attendees. I had to front it out though, although the attendees were used to my corporate sexiness, and I secretly enjoyed being leered at, although the periods of clitoral vibrations were hard to ignore.

I was very grateful for the meeting being over, as the vibrations had been on for the last part of the meeting, sensations building over several minutes. Once the camera was off, I could drop the focus on the meeting, and I gripped on to the edge of the desk, as all that edging and the clitoral abuse resulted in a massive orgasm almost immediately. As I recovered (with the vibrations off), I thought about changing my blouse before the next meeting, but decided to carry on dressed as was, as I was rather enjoying myself.

And my initial thought was to keep the vibrations off for the next one, but my brain selected a different word, and I couldn’t resist another go. I realised though that at some point, I might need to “accidentally” drop out of the meeting if I couldn’t stop a second orgasm. You see, my clit would be painful when the vibrations started again, but after a couple of minutes, the pain would subside and it would be sensitive and hard, which would leave me on the verge of cumming again rather soon.

The inevitable happened, with the chair mentioning the word in his second sentence, referring to the second half of the meeting, and the vibrations were on solidly for about ten minutes. I knew I had nowhere to go, but luckily, my doorbell rang, and so I muted the mic and went to answer it (grabbing a skirt to put on first), grateful to the postman for giving me the interruption, but needing to get rid of him quickly as I so needed to cum. The excuse of being on the video conference got rid of him, and I grabbed onto to the kitchen counter and let a second orgasm go. It was huge, and my cunt was quite messy, but the vibrations were still on, and I decided to keep the skirt on as I went back to the meeting.

Luckily, after the vibrations carrying on long enough to get my clit over the painful time again, they started using the word intermittently, so my clit started to get some more rest and the next orgasmic build up was slower, with edging style drops and rises occurring as they said the word.

This, at least, allowed me to get my part of the meeting done, and as with the first meeting, they agreed to what I was proposing. The meeting finished with the vibrations on, and me heading to another orgasm, so once again, I grabbed onto the edge of the desk again and let the orgasm flood over me.

I was expecting to have a break before the last meeting and a chance to recover, but almost as soon as I’d cum, I had a message asking if I could do the meeting earlier.

What the hell. I said yes and hastily chose my word. Again, the word was used in the second sentence, but this time, it was being used a couple of times a minute, so the vibrations were on and off in short bursts. That allowed me to stay calm for longer this time. There was a sustained burst of vibrations in the middle, as the meeting got sidetracked, but I pulled the meeting back to subject, as I really needed the vibrations to be off.

The meeting was short, but the meeting did end with about three minutes of sustained vibrations, but with my very tender clit, I wasn’t far from cumming again when that meeting finished. So, for the third and final time, I grabbed onto the edge of the desk and allowed myself to cum. Clamping down on such a large vaginal plug as I came made for very satisfying orgasms, and that final one was still pretty large, considering I’d already cum three times, all of them massive.

So, meetings over, I removed the clip and both plugs, and feeling very empty down there, I went out to the village cafe to have lunch. I had to let my clit recover and save myself for tonight. I was expecting cock that night and I needed to be ready to cum again. I so love him making me cum.

Mass Relief

5 September 2023 /

I’ve never been one for clubbing, but whilst at university, Melissa and I did frequent a lesbian friendly one at times, with a pack of girls who used to all go to keep an eye on each other. To be honest, for me, it was more a case of being somewhere Melissa and I could molest each other in public and nobody would mind.

The only downside was the trawl back up the hill to the university at the end of the night. Drinking alcopops all evening resulted in a 3am hike with a bunch of rowdy pissed up women, hardly the height of decorum.

The first such evening happened a month after I got together with Melissa. Neither of us had been with this group before, but as we spent the whole of one evening in a university bar tongue kissing and groping each other’s tits, we were both invited along the next Friday. It was February and we were thrown out of the club as it was closing, and we started the long meander. A kebab part way (where there were 4 grades of chilli sauce, mild, medium, hot and student) and a bucket of fizzy stuff to wash the heat down, and about 2/3 of the way up the hill, all those alcopops and all that fizz hit my bladder, ramped up by it being cold as well. It turns out I wasn’t the only one, as a couple of the girls started talking about desperately needing a piss.

A couple of minutes later, the group abruptly came to a halt in the alley that connected to the university land, stopped under a bright streetlight. One of the women became the organiser, asking who was going first? I had no idea what was happening, but three of the women stepped forwards.

They were waved off the path and they went and stooped down on their heels, their backs leaning against a brick wall. They each pulled their dresses and skirts up and panties aside, and then, one at a time, starting with the one of the left, the women each spread their pissflaps with their fingers and just pissed, an arc of piss emanating from their revealed pissholes, strong, blatant, free of all cares, and beautifully illuminated by the streetlight. Three wonderful women all emptying their bladders in full view of the crowd of women. And we were all watching and enjoying the view, basking in the moment. An unexpected thrill.

It was the first time I’d seen a woman piss, and never even dreamed of crouching down in a row and doing it, let alone of holding my pissflaps open for all to see. This was before it became popular as an internet craze, so it was unknown, and very exciting. Once all three had finished, they pulled their panties back over their cunts and stood up, curtseying a little for the crowd. The thought went through my head of three moist cunts leaving damp pissy patches on the panties that covered them, as none of them had wiped their piss flaps dry.

Three more took their places and repeated the ritual, including one, who didn’t have panties on at all, and so would have dripped all the way up the hill. I found the thought of that ridiculously sexy, as if a row of pissing women wasn’t sexy enough.

After the second batch, the organiser looked round and came over to Melissa and me. We three were the last of the group, and the organiser wanted a piss herself, so she offered us the chance to join in. Melissa was a touch hesitant, but I really really needed to empty my bladder, and like NOW!, so was raring to go. Not only was my bladder bursting, but seeing the others piss and more importantly hearing it (and their relief) had done me in. I had to go. Sod if Melissa wasn’t, I sure as fuck was. In the end, Melissa decided she didn’t want to be left out, so she crouched down in the middle, me of the left and the organiser on the right to finish off.

As I lifted up my skirt, I couldn’t quite believe what I was about to do. Six pairs of eyes looking up and down the row first at our panties, then at our cunts. My panties were some of the tiniest I owned, and basically moulded themselves to the shape of my lips. I peeled them aside and felt the light breeze blowing across my cunt. My bladder throbbing snapped me back to reality. I looked left to see Melissa and the organiser looking towards me, cunts exposed, waiting for me to begin.

I put my hands down to my cunt and peeled aside the pissflaps, revealing my pinkness and my pisshole to the assembled throng. I looked round to see six sets of eyes trained on my pisshole, just waiting for my stream to begin.

I was nervous. I didn’t really know if I could piss in those circumstances. I need not have concerned myself though. I relaxed my muscles only slightly, and the pressure from my full bladder meant that a nice strong stream almost immediately emerged, arcing away from my body and landing a good distance away from my feet. The relief was immense, and completely wiped away any nerves and concerns I had. The stream seemed to go on for ever, and I was actually able to smile at the attention and adoration those faces showed me. I had to say I really enjoyed it and was disappointed when my stream subsided. When I was definitely done, I let go of my pissflaps and looked to Melissa.

She opened her pissflaps and after a short delay, a weak stream began, which soon strengthened to a strong arc as her bladder emptied. The smile on her face said she enjoyed it as well, and our two performances were capped off by the organiser, who seemed to angle her pelvis up a touch and made her arc of piss much higher and therefore longer than the rest of it. She was showing off now. I resolved to try that the next time – I wanted there to be a next time.

We all put our panties back in place and wandered up the hill, our panties getting wet with the piss we would usually dab off with toilet roll. It felt very naughty.

Talking to one of the regulars as we walked up the hill, none of them piss before leaving the club, and they always have a bucket of fizzy stuff with the kebab to make sure they are bursting before they reach the streetlight. It was by luck that neither Melissa nor I realised the time, as we may have pissed before leaving – we just didn’t have the chance. This is a ritual they repeated every Friday, and Melissa and I were there for all of them after that. I suppose that is why it has always been easier for me to piss in front of others – I had had loads of practise.

After each public pissing, Melissa and I always licked each other’s cunts clean of piss when we got back to one of our rooms, this being my first taste of another woman’s piss. It wasn’t the taste, but the act that was so special, and the last time I was in my university town, I made a point of going to that streetlight at 3am (this time with Victoria) and we both carried out the same piss ritual, in honour of those amazing women who I regularly pissed there with.

Making Me Wait (Part Two)

15 August 2023 /

Having had my ass filled with my husband’s cock, and then had an empty asshole for a couple of hours, with nothing to do other than think about how full my asshole was and now empty it now was, I was hyped up and craving a full asshole again. After that two hours of torture, he had me fill my cunt with my yoni stone and my ass with my inflatable butt plug (inflated to eyewatering levels) and then I was to use my wand to cum on camera for him.

With the vicious wand (which is my preferred wand these days), I usually started on low power and then stepped up the power to get to the highest settings, but not today. I was desperate to cum, so I whacked it on full power and applied the clit tool. I was so hyped up, so ready to cum, that I came in under thirty seconds, and it was a big one too, making me cry out loud and dampen the sheet between my legs.

As soon as the orgasm was over, I applied the wand to my clit again, still on full power. I was so relieved to cum, but I knew instantly that it wasn’t enough. I needed more. I needed another strong powerful orgasm. I was so hyped up that I just needed to cum again right now. It was only a couple of minutes of full-on clitoral assault before I was cumming again. I yelled the house down and realised after I had finished that I was a ball of sweat with an ever-growing damp patch on the sheets.

For a few moments, I forgot myself, but then I remembered the instructions. Three with the wand, so back on went the wand, causing my clit to throb a little in pain. I was in that place where I couldn’t give a fuck about it – my clit was taking one for the team. It was painful to apply the vicious wand, yet I had to apply it because I needed that third orgasm. My clit would just have to suffer. At least I would get both the pleasure and the pain. Sublime!

But even with the vicious wand on full power, the third orgasm was taking a while to come. I was so desperate, and my clit was throbbing with overuse, but I couldn’t deploy my fingers to help. I sometimes think you can wish too much, and it hinders you, and this is where I was. But the camera was running, and I needed to cum. All whilst I was holding the vicious wand at full power on my clit, I tried to calm down and think of the mercilessness of the pegging I’d dish out to his ass next time I was doing it. I felt the all-important warning signs in my cunt and started to move my hips to maximise the orgasm. Even though I was so desperate to cum, on instinct I tried to hold it off as long as I could. Eventually, though, the wave of orgasm overcame me, and I yelled in pleasure at my release.

I considered stopping there, but I really wanted that spanking, and so quickly began working on orgasm number 4, this time, without the wand, but with three fingers fucking my cunt, lubricated by my juices with just a thumb occasionally stroking across my throbbing clit. My finger fuck was quick to bring along number 4, and I didn’t even lose rhythm in carrying on towards number 5. It was hard work and quite a long finger fuck, but I eventually crept across the line for orgasm 5. One more to go, but I felt I needed to try something else.

I applied the wand to each nipple in turn, until they were each rock-hard and enormous. Then I moved the wand down and applied it to my perineum, wedging it against the bed, ensuring I could feel the vibrations right through my butt plugged ass and yoni stone filled cunt. Then I started tweaking and squeezing my poor clit with one hand, and finger fucking my cunt with the other. All this built up to provide me with orgasm 6, a new personal best for me in such a short space of time, and an orgasm that required a lot of persistence and a lot of patience. But I still delayed it as long as I could, and it was another big one.

I was totally exhausted, and a dripping sweatball. The pose he had me in was not flattering and the intensity of the hour-long session tired me out. I stopped the filming and messaged him to say I was done for all six. He messaged me back saying how great it was and how much my ass would regret it later. That made me smile.

But then, in a separate message, he asked if I wanted another orgasm before he came home, and I stupidly said I probably would. So then came another set of instructions. I was to remove the yoni stone and inflatable butt plug, and then lay still in the same unflattering position to watch the video I had just made in full, without speeding it up or missing anything out, and whilst watching it, I wasn’t allowed to touch my cunt, ass, or tits. I hate looking at myself on video, so I’ve generally not watched if he records me. This time, he was trying to get me worked up again, and he succeeded, because even though the pose was very unflattering, I was worked up and ready to cum again by the end of the video.

It was a brilliant plan and one I could not resist. When he got home from work, I was still watching the videos and he made me finish watching it and cum one last time before he started working on me.

He checked back the videos to make sure I had complied, and as a reward, he gave me that spanking he promised. At least a thorough and harsh ass spanking distracted me from the pain in my clit for a bit, and finally, after my ass was red, marked and painful, he lubed up my asshole and gave me that ass fuck I’d been needing all afternoon. It was heaven, and I swear he was even larger than before. He kept my ass filled and fucked for another whole hour, by this point, I was well beyond exhausted, and therefore, he just kept it in there as long as he wanted. Ever since this started, all I wanted was his cock in my ass again, and I got it for a whole hour.

He could see how exhausted I was, and he didn’t want me focussing on my empty asshole again when he finally finished, so this time, when he finally withdrew his cock, he replaced it with my comfy butt plug. He knew I could dream and squeeze down on that as much as I liked whilst I rested and recovered. It turned out to be a very long day, and one I absolutely adored, and when I woke up, I wanted his cock inside my ass again…..

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