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Tasting A Girl (Part One)

31 May 2021 /

I fucked my uni guy a lot. We weren’t a couple – I think we’d have killed each other. But we did have lots of sex, and decent sex, if a little formulaic, but he certainly did everything he could to please me sexually. I was pretty happy.

But all the time, I was noticing other uni girls, and I found myself wanting to bury my head between their legs and theirs between mine.

I knew some bi girls (none of whom I fancied) and on a few drunken occasions, I spoke to them about what I was feeling. They thought the feelings were definitely real, and that I might be bi, and helpfully, they said there was only one way to find out.

How on earth could I pull one of these girls I lusted after? After all, I was slightly overweight and definitely oversexed with cock, but with no experience of cunt.

And then one night, I got very very drunk, and we played one of those truth games. I mostly escaped the perils of the dice, but near the end, I had to answer, and my question was “Who in this room do you most want to fuck?” I should have carefully weighed up the pros and cons, I should have been thoughtful. I wasn’t. I was drunk. I blurted out Melissa, realised what I’d done, and then quickly moved the game on. I thought I’d got away with it. I thought she hadn’t heard.

I was wrong. I didn’t find out until the following day when, with a slight hangover, I went for a walk into the local town, and who should I see but Melissa breezing around in a light floaty summer dress, her long blonde hair billowing in the breeze. She looked utterly gorgeous, and it reaffirmed again that I really wanted to fuck her.

As she saw me, her face lit up and she came over. She leant in for a hug and I thought she had brushed her hand across my ass. Nah, I imagined it. Anyway, we had some lunch and chatted about all sorts of stuff. We mentioned the party the previous day, but nothing was said about me wanting to fuck her.

After the lunch, we started the walk up the hill to the university, and as we got close, she sat down on a bench and I joined her. After the conversation going on a bit, she asked what I had planned for the rest of the afternoon. I had nothing planned and said so, asking if she had anything in mind.

She leant in towards me, ever so gently touched her lips against mine and I felt a hand cup my right tit. Fireworks were going off in my mind, and she broke her lips away and said she was sure we’d think of something. I leant in and started a full on tonguey kiss that ramped up the sexual energy in an instant.

What I didn’t realise was that Melissa was having bi thoughts herself, and I was one of the ones she had noticed and had thoughts about. When I blurted out my little revelation, Melissa had to decide whether she wanted to explore her bi side, or just ignore it and carry on with men exclusively. She wasn’t sure until she met me in town, and that kiss was so electric that she knew, actually we both knew, that it was the right choice.

And within the hour, my head was indeed buried between her legs and I was getting my first taste of another cunt, a taste and desire I’ve never lost.

When we got back to her room, we were somewhat awkward. We sat down on the bed not touching each other, almost checking that the other wanted to carry on. Melissa slipped her dress off her shoulders and sat in her bra with the top of her dress bunched around her waist. I took my top off over my head and discarded it on the floor. I made a sign that indicated she should turn round, and I unhooked her bra clasp. She held her bra on by pressing her arms against her sides, then she turned round and allowed me to take the bra off her tits in a proper reveal. They were magnificent, and I instinctively lowered my head towards them. I kissed each nipple, then chose the left one to encircle with my tongue and to suck on. In that instant, I knew why men are obsessed with tits. Turns out I’m obsessed with tits too.

I licked and sucked on each nipple in turn, and squeezed and kneaded at her tits, but realised I needed to not tire my tongue out, as I had plans for it lower down. So, I leant back, and Melissa eagerly repeated what I’d done. There is something amazing about a woman sucking your nipples that is just not the same for a man. I suppose it is a gentleness, a respect, a knowledge of exactly what it feels like. It is special, and we both felt it.

After Melissa tended to my nipples and squeezed my tits for about the same time, she broke off and we kissed again, proper passionate kisses with full tongues, enhanced by our bare tits squashing against each other.

We broke off and looked each other over, Melissa reaching down for the buckle on my trousers. I let her undo it, then got off the bed and slid my trousers off onto the floor. It was at this moment that I was thankful that I had not bothered washing my clothes, so a tiny sexy thong was the only panties I had clean that day. I was also pleased I’d been for a trim down there, so I looked perfectly manicured. I wasn’t bothered how I looked for my man, but for Melissa, I wanted to be as perfect as I could be.

She signalled that I should twirl, and I turned round, her running her hand on my large but firm ass as I rotated. As my face got back to the front, she stood up, put her arms round me and embraced me, our tits squashing together and our lips attaching to each other.

After a good minute, I felt her right hand slide round my waist over towards my cunt. Her left hand, which was on my back, changed position as if to brace me, and as she broke my kiss, I felt her fingers reach inside my panties and start stroking at my cunt lips. I didn’t back away. I just gazed at her beautiful happy face and look in her deep blue eyes, as I felt her fingers expertly working on first the outer folds and then starting to dip in and out.

Her demeanour changed from loving and gentle to focussed and a little harsher. I felt my cunt getting wetter and wetter as she was working my cunt with her fingers, thrusting them in and out on a rhythm, her thumb nudging my clit with every stroke. The hand in my back stopped me backing away and kept her fingers in contact with my increasingly wet cunt, and soon I began crying out. She had me near, and she was going to make me cum, and it wasn’t going to be long. Finally, I came, and as my legs started to give way, the arm round my waist changed from stopping me retreating to holding me up, and she moved her other hand away and brought it to my mouth to lick.

The determined look faded away and she was back to loving, and I was hooked.

My New Office Chair

23 May 2021 /

I sat looking at this new arrival into our home office. It was a swivel chair on wheels, with a padded back in very similar fabric to our other office chairs, but with a plastic bucket seat, almost like a school chair, but adult-sized, a little deeper and with no hole in it.

I knew exactly what this was for, and I have to say I was ridiculously excited. This was a chair to wet myself on; the bucket seat would collect my piss and keep me sitting in it. I texted my husband (who ordered it), and he replied that he thought this would make me much more productive in the office. Yeah, right. It would make me much pissier and hornier, but I doubt more productive.

So, I put on a blouse and my work suit and settled down to start work, knowing full well that before the day is out, I would have wet myself in this new chair. I had a big bottle of drink to ensure my bladder was being steadily loaded during the morning, ready for him to return at about lunchtime.

When he did so, we were both already in character. I think he was pleased, not just with the chair, but he could tell from my movements that my bladder was fairly full, but I assumed I was going to be in for some serious desperation before I actually got to piss in the chair.

After a good amount of moving around working (each little movement putting a strain on my bladder), I settled down in my chair to do some computer work. My bladder was already full, but he kept topping up my glass to encourage me to top up my bladder.

At one point, I realised I had paused typing and was grabbing at my crotch. He had seen and asked me if I was OK. I said I was, but I did need a piss, but he insisted I finish this document first as it was urgent.

And so began the game. I finished something, drinking more liquid as I did it, asked to piss, and he said I needed to do something else first. And something else, and something else. I realised I could have just let go and pissed myself at any point, but where is the fun in that?

So, over the next half hour, I carried on drinking, crotch grabbing, squirming, and occasionally typing. At one point, he told me that going on and on about needing to piss was getting tiresome, and that I needed to do the job I was paid for without the interruptions. That little bit of role play really upped the game, and for the first time, I realised where this was going; he was setting this up delightfully.

After the fifth time I told him I desperately needed to piss, I was grabbing my crotch pretty much permanently. He told me to stop grabbing my crotch and carry on typing, and as I moved my hands away, I felt a small high pressure squirt. I clenched my muscles to try to stop it, but another squirt came and then the floodgates opened.

My face must have shown my predicament, as he realised and started asking if I was pissing. Was his nice professional secretary pissing herself in his office? He couldn’t believe how I had turned into this disgusting filthy bitch who couldn’t do her job without pissing herself. His words were turning me on enormously, but my bladder control had gone completely, and my piss was gushing out, seeping into the back of my skirt, and filling the plastic seat with a pool of my ever cooling piss.

There was no point in slowing the flow now, so I just let my piss seep out. He told me enough with the pissing obsession and to get typing again, so I started typing even as piss was still exiting my pisshole.

The ass area of my skirt was totally saturated and immersed in the piss, and I have to admit it felt rather thrilling.

A few minutes later, he asked if I’d finished pissing, if his lovely innocent professional secretary had finished pissing herself like a drunken tart, and I meekly said I had.

He said good and told me to stand up and bend over the desk. After I did so, I heard the camera taking pictures of my piss soaked skirt pulling tight over my ass.

Then he unzipped the two zips and lifted up the flap in my skirt to reveal my wet ass, moaning about his fingers being covered in piss. Then I felt his leather belt, doubled over to form a loop, impact across both my ass cheeks. It was clearly a hard strike, intensified by the wetness of my ass.

Another strike, then another, and the hard strikes were raining down at pace. After about a dozen, he stopped and zipped up my skirt, saying hopefully that would help me to think less about pissing and more about work. No chance, especially as the back of my skirt was still dripping and pulling taught over my burning ass, and that was before I sat back in the pool of piss and felt it flow back around my cheeks. It was soothing on my freshly tanned ass (and this is something I am not used to, as my ass usually has no soothing measures until well after the spanking session is completed).

As he told me what to do next, he put another glass of water in front of me as well. I sipped the water and tried to work, aware of the wetness around my ass, until about 20 minutes later, when he repeated the dozen spanks on my wet bare ass with his doubled up belt, and he repeated it every 20 minutes for a couple of hours, until I was fidgeting in my seat again. He saw me and told me I’d better not be about to piss again. I smiled sweetly at him, but my body movements must have given me away, as he knew my piss was flowing, topping up the puddle in the chair.

He couldn’t believe I was pissing myself again! He told me I had to learn pissing was not acceptable for a quality secretary, so once I had finished, he stripped my skirt and blouse off me, putting them into the piss on my chair, bent me over the desk, and began spanking me with his folded over belt again. I lost count of the number of strokes, but all the time, he was talking about me having to learn pissing was not acceptable. After he’d done, and my ass really was rather raw and painful, he told me to sit on top of my clothes back in the piss and stay there until my work was done, as he’d had enough of someone so disgusting.

I was there for about 30 minutes with the piss soothing my ass, sitting, and pushing my clothes into pool of piss. As he left the office, he was saying how he’d prefer his secretary to not piss herself every time she comes into the office. And yet I knew that was exactly what he had planned, and I loved it.

Forever Smooth (Part One)

4 May 2021 /

So, what couldn’t I wait to be allowed to do again? Two things really, and not being able to do either had been a real downer for me during the lockdowns.

The first one was sex parties. I missed them. I missed the glory of watching other people have mind-blowing sex, I missed having an audience, I missed the visual feast, I missed the intoxicating sounds and smells, and I missed the exhilaration of performing. We have plans for a few sex parties, and they’ll set the house on fire when we can do them. Hopefully, that will be soon.

The second one was electrolysis. Having planned some treatments last autumn, I was stopped the day before the treatment plan was due to start, and 4 months later, I have only just got started. That has been a very frustrating time, but the delay turned out quite emboldening.

You see, me having electrolysis is not without precedent – about nineteen years ago, I helped a friend out who needed someone to do electrolysis on for her college qualification, by volunteering my armpits to have the hair removed. Now electrolysis is painful, but a few hours of pain has produced nineteen years of virtually hair free armpits, which I consider to be a very good deal. (Also, how painful is it really compared to 30 strokes on the ass with a tawse?) At the time, I got the electrolysis for a bargain price, but I haven’t been able to afford commercial electrolysis to have more done.

Well, one night during the first lockdown, we ended up discussing body hair, and it turns out all three of us have bits we’d like to have done. My husband had been shaving his armpits since well before lockdown started; he found it did wonders for smell and fancied making it permanent. Vicki, having seen and licked my armpits, wanted hers done too. And me? I hate my leg hair, I hate shaving leg hair, and I hate the way the slightest bit catches and interferes with stockings.

My husband of course rather fancied Vicki and I both being hair free below the neck, even though he did enjoy waxing our pubes. Neither Vicki nor I were sure whether we wanted to go that far, although I did like her idea of leaving pubes in a heart shape and clearing the rest.

My husband did point out how much hair was an impediment to cake sits, which is why he waxed us both to within an inch of our lives the day before. Trying to suck icing out of pubes is very annoying, and I hate getting pubes stuck between my teeth, but it would be fantastic to be cake sit ready at all times and therefore able to have an impromptu cake sit.

Now, I like my man to have a little fuzz on his chest, some hair to run my hands through, and his chest hair is so fine and soft, it is lovely to snuggle against.

But there is certain hair on his body that I wanted to deal with. He had a strip over each shoulder that made him look like he’s wearing a tabard, and his back hair wasn’t symmetrical, so I thought it would be good if this was all tidied up with some nice shaping towards the top of his body. Vicki isn’t keen on back hair at all and would like him to lose it completely. I wouldn’t mind that one bit. The other thing I’d like to deal with is his balls and round to his ass. Both Vicki and I would suck his balls and lick his ass a lot more if they were hair free. Obviously, there is a lot there to excite him.

Now I know these sound like easy decisions, but as my armpits showed, these are permanent changes. It is not like you can decide you have made a mistake and just let the hair grow back. Once they’ve been done, there is no changing your mind. No winter fuzz and summer shave, no deciding you want a pubey triangle after years of being hair free. Once you’ve had the electrolysis done, there is no going back, and therefore it is a big decision. We could have waxed our whole bodies as a test for whether we liked it, but none of us fancied the hassle of waxing everything – that is why we were considering electrolysis in the first place.

As we were still earning pretty near full money throughout the lockdown, and we were saving through the combination of Victoria moving in and a lack of commuting, we could afford to splash out a little. So last November, we booked a consultation with an electrologist with a very good reputation. All three of us talked through our desires and concerns and each had committed to a first step – leg clearance for me and armpits for Vicki and my husband, but as I said, we never actually got started.

But it turned out that the wait did us good. It allowed us to think each think it through without any particular pressure. The longer we went on, we were all frustrated and emboldened: I went all “take it all off. I’m not having this again. All of it!” (Actually, when I described it to our electrologist, she thought it was hilarious, but she suggested we start with the legs anyway). Vicki had decided on armpits, pubes, and ass (to be cake sit ready), and my husband decided on armpits, balls, ass, and shoulders. That’s a lot of electrolysis between the three of us, and we did get a bulk discount!

And with the enforced wait, the more each of us was thinking of having removed. Vicki had suggested my husband have his pubes cleared too, which would leave him with isolated patches of hair on his chest and possibly his back, as well as his legs. She found some pictures online of hair done this way, and I have to say, if it was done well, it would be nice. I was still thinking full clearance (apart from the pube heart) for me, particularly to be cake sit ready, and Vicki might yet do her legs, which would amount to a full clearance for her. We’ll each be able to check out the other’s bodies before making a decision to press on, and I can see smoothness only encouraging us more. I suspect my husband might be proved right, as I can see Vicki and I ending up with no hair at all below our hairlines, and that wouldn’t be a bad thing. I told you I’d come over all “take it all off!”

So, we all got sixty minute slots roughly every two weeks to get us started, and we are two sessions in. My legs and thighs have had the thickest hairs removed, and so I’m currently left with just the soft fine hairs. She’s also started on my ass, as I want to be cake sit ready for my birthday next month. My husband’s armpits and balls are mostly cleared, and his shoulders and ass have had the thickest hairs removed. Vicki’s armpits and ass are mostly cleared, and her pubes and bikini line are being cleared from the outside in.

Our electrologist is very meticulous, but also very quick, and if we all want everything cleared, we should need no more than 6 more sessions (followed by the occasional follow-ups over the coming year). So, by late summer, we should have removed all the hair we are going to, and we should be ready for sex parties, cake sits, nudist beach visits, naturist gatherings, swingers clubs or anything else we hope to get up to!

A Good Girl Gets Her Rewards

28 April 2021 /

My university fuck seemed well practiced at licking cunts. His tongue was darting deeply inside, flicking round my clit and over my cunt lips. He was building me up very slowly and I just knew when I came it would be massive. But this wasn’t going to be over quickly. He seemed to know just how slowly he could go and not let me get bored. He kept looking past my tits towards my eyes, and he knew that I wasn’t going anywhere, he knew that I was rooted to the spot for as long as his tongue was working me.

I have no idea how long it took. It was a long time though, and eventually, his tongue got my hips bucking and braying, with him having a job to keep in contact with my cunt as my body moved. But he managed it enough, and the little cries that started emanating from my lips all merged into one and eventually he made my body shudder as he gave me my first orgasm at the hands (or tongue) of a man.

My body collapsed onto the bed, and he sat up on his heels looking rather pleased with himself. He commentated how lovely my cunt tasted (something I had never really considered before), and he laid on the bed next to me and pressed his mouth to mine, giving me a kiss with strong taste of my cunt. It was the first such kiss I had received, and I thought my cunt tasted lovely too. When he stopped kissing me, he spooned me, telling me that I would be getting his rock-hard cock tonight, and I slipped off to sleep happily in his arms.

When I awoke, he was still cuddling me. That was lovely. We got dressed and went out for some dinner, and we were asking lots of questions about each other. It turns out he missed a lecture because he was cuddling me. Naughty Mira for making him miss a lecture.

We then went to the bar and had a fun night. I noticed he wasn’t drinking alcohol, which was very unusual for him. I mused that he was keeping my fuck in mind when making his drink choice. I was really hoping it would be a good fuck.

Finally, at about 1am, the group split up and he said he’d walk me home. He must have seen the look on my face, as he leant in and whispered that he’s going to fuck me there. That made me happy, and we set off towards my room.

When we got inside, he locked my door and pulled the bed away from the wall “unless I wanted my neighbours to have an hour of my bed banging on the wall”. I didn’t mind if they knew, but my neighbours were lovely, and I didn’t want to annoy them.

He systematically stripped me, first my top and bra, taking time to lick and suck on each nipple for a while. Once he was happy with how they had grown and how hard they were, he undid my trousers and slipped them and my panties to the floor. He lay me back on the bed and gently nudged my legs slightly apart. Then he stripped off, his eyes not leaving my cunt whilst he did it. By the time he released his cock from his boxers, it sprang up fairly hard.

He knelt on the bed between my legs and told me to finish getting his cock ready. I moved both hands to it and started moving them up and down, fingers wrapped around his shaft. I really wanted to put it into my mouth, but clearly by where his body was, he only wanted me to use my hands. Still, it didn’t take much to get him really hard, and so he told me to open my cunt for him. As I held my lips open with my forefingers, he took an admiring look at my pink vulva, before rubbing his glans against it whilst asking me what I wanted him to do. I was squealing “Fuck me” like a crazed pig until he slowly started pushing his rock-hard length into my cunt. I let go of my lips and stretched my arms back above my head, so my electrolysis cleared armpits were on display to him.

I can’t tell you just how good it felt, just feeling him slide inside me. It was amazing. Once his cock was all the way in, he asked me if I was OK, and when I confirmed I was, he started his rhythmic sliding in and out, very slow at first building up speed. I looked down my body at him concentrating at keeping his rhythm, his eyes flicking between my filled cunt, my strained nipples, and my hungry eyes.

His stamina was impressive. He was in no hurry to cum. Instead, he carried out a rhythmic fuck, each time almost removing his cock completely. I really noticed the difference between my cunt being filled by his rock-hard cock, and the gap where his cock used to be. He wasn’t really building an orgasm, but I was loving the feelings of his cock inside me. I looked down past my tits to see the occasional glimpse of his cock on its way out and back in again. The visuals just added to the physical sensations, especially when he grew even further, and I felt him stretching my cunt just a little.

He somehow managed to place my hand to my clit, and he told me to work it like the slut he knew I was. Filthy talk. I liked it. Made me feel like a slut (in a good way). I started (quite roughly) rolling my clit and tugging at it, as he slightly sped up his robust strokes.

I was instructed to “tell me when you’re close, slut”, which made me giggle, but I was still a fair way off. I started gritting my teeth, which no doubt he picked up on, as he raised his speed again. Eventually, he knew I was close, and I knew he was close. A few more strokes and I declared myself as near.

With gritted teeth, after telling me to keep tweaking my clit, he demanded that I “cum for him, bitch”, and a particularly powerful slam in of his finished me off. I realised my orgasm was being mixed with his, his cock spewing cum into my wanton cunt.

He looked down at me and left his shrinking cock in my cunt. I decided that was the moment to tell him that he’d just taken my cherry, something about which he looked remarkably smug.

As his cock slipped out of my slick cunt, he adjusted his position and spooned me, and we drifted off to sleep with him wrapped around me.

The following morning, he said that was the best fuck he’d ever had, and I’m not giving anything away to tell you that there were many more fucks with him over the time I was at uni. And he was great for me, as we often discussed the women we’d each like to fuck, and he was happy to carry on fucking me whilst I explored my pan side with some of those women. But I was his slut, I liked it and he liked it too.

Putting That Good Girl Training To Use

22 April 2021 /

I was still a virgin when I got to university. I had a boyfriend, but hadn’t wanted to take that step, and then I started at uni and got to know this guy. He made a load of feelings come into my heart that I hadn’t had before. I wanted him to fuck me. Hard. Long. Repeatedly. And he seemed interested in me too. I had a choice to make, and in my heart of hearts, I knew what that choice was.

I will never cheat on a partner, so I had to go back home and break it off. Cue a heartbroken ex, and all the time I was hugging and consoling him, I was thinking of being fucked by the guy at uni. I couldn’t wait to get back to him, hoping my previous rebuttals hadn’t turned him off.

Immediately I got back to uni, I went looking for him. I found him in a uni bar playing pool. He was losing, so I settled back to watch him, thinking I could console him when he lost. But as soon as I arrived, his fortunes turned round, and he finished triumphant. We sat down to celebrate; he was full of how I was his lucky charm and I saw my opportunity. I told him that perhaps he would like to thank me for my efforts, and he agreed and started thinking of things we could do – none of them sexual. I guess that was my fault, as I had firmly closed him down before.

So, I kicked off my shoe and started rubbing my stockinged foot up and down one of his legs. He looked a touch confused, until I told him I’d finished with my boyfriend, as I’d never cheat on anyone, and there was now a vacancy and a hole I was hoping he’d fill.

I think he came in his pants. It was pretty amusing. But he recovered his composure and asked what I had in mind. I stretched my leg up and nuzzled my foot against his cock, saying “that inside somewhere warm and inviting.” I was pretty blatant and left him in no doubt what I wanted. I’m not sure where I got the confidence from, but it worked. He tried to remain nonchalant and chilled, whereas clearly, he wanted to grab my hand and run from the bar as quickly as possible to the nearest bed.

To be fair, I had got myself worked up into a frenzy, thinking about fucking him all the way back to uni. More than once on the train, I had slipped my hand down my skirt and panties when no one was looking and worked my cunt a bit. I didn’t let myself cum, as I wanted that explosion for him, but I was certainly craving it. At the time, it had totally slipped my mind that he was getting my cherry. All my mind was focussed on was getting his cock.

It was amusing to hear him trying to hold a conversation down, whilst all the time, my stockinged foot was nudging at his cock. After a discrete period, he asked if we could continue this conversation in his room, as he had something he urgently needed to deal with. Yes, I could feel it growing, so I agreed and followed him.

When we got into his room, he locked the door to ensure no one would interrupt, as I asked him what his problem was. He unbuttoned his trousers, dropped them, then peeled the front of his boxers down. He was certainly in a state. Clearly, he had cum and his groin and the inside of his boxers were a sticky mess. With a slightly demanding tone, he told me that I caused this and so I needed to clean him up. I was aware that the curtain was still open, and I would be on my hands and knees in front of him in plain sight of anyone outside, but I didn’t care. I just replied with a curt “Yes sir” and dropped to my knees. I made him wait a little longer by licking the cum off the inside of his boxers, mostly looking up at him as I did it, and taking care to swallow his cum every few licks in a slow and deliberate manner.

There was quite a lot of cum, particularly stuck to his genitals, but before I could make a start on it, he told me that all good cock suckers would have their tits out to improve the view, and I so wanted to be a good cock sucker. So, I dutifully unbuttoned and removed my blouse and bra, revealing my substantial tits to him, and then I pulled him towards me, and I started licking the cum off his pubes, balls, and thighs, leaving only his cum-coated cock left.

I started at the underside of his cock, and ran my tongue up the full length, ending up with my tongue going over his glans, took my tongue off and putting it back on at the base of his cock a little further around. Finally, after I had licked all the way around his cock, I took it all into my mouth and started to suck it, as he started moving it in and out a bit. I felt his hands touch the back of my head and gently motion it to move my head in rhythm. With his hands guiding my rhythm, we slowly increased the speed of motion, with his cock getting harder and harder. A good few minutes later and his guiding hands pushed my head forward, and so his hardened cock was fully impaled in my mouth. He held my head in place as his cock spewed.

I remembered our school “Good Girl” training (that the older girls at my school used to give the younger girls on how to give a good blow job) and collected some cum in my mouth. Then when he let go of my head, I looked him in the eyes, opened my mouth and showed him the cum, then (closing my eyes briefly), I swallowed it, before looking into his eyes again and showing him my empty tongue.

He stroked my hair, telling me that was an amazing blow job, but his cock was spent for the moment, so my fuck would have to wait. I pouted a bit, but he told me he had the desire to taste my cunt and told me to strip off and sit with my ass on the edge of the bed and my legs spread as wide as I could.

Once I was in position, he dropped to his knees and lowered his head towards my cunt. He stopped annoyingly short of making contact and drew a full breath in, savouring the smell of my slick cunt. He started flicking his tongue over the outside of my cunt, moving my folds with his tongue, but being annoying careful to not go inside my cunt with his tongue. I guess that was payback for me making him wait earlier, and he clearly knew what he was doing.

After a good ten minutes of this outer fold licking, I felt his tongue flick a little deeper inside me, once, then again, and then pulled his head back a little, used his forefingers to open my folds a little and to reveal the pinkness of my vulva. He leant down and kissed my cunt, before curling his tongue and pushing right into it. I reared up slightly, but his tongue felt amazing, and I was ready to let myself go for him.

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