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All Steamed Up

21 January 2023 /

One of the great things about my husband and me both working from home is that when I get horny, I can get a quick lunchtime servicing, a fuck that deals with my horniness, and once I tidy myself up, no one at work is any the wiser (although occasionally, I do shift in my seat in a video conference because his cum is sliding out of my cunt!)

But the downside is that when one of us isn’t there, not being able to get a lunchtime fuck can be very frustrating.

There was one such day a few days ago, when in the latter part of the morning, my horniness was ramping up. I had spent the whole morning on the phone to morons when what I really needed was his cock to deal with my horniness. Come lunchtime, and I started masturbating with my fingers, but soon got frustrated. It wasn’t doing it: what I craved was his cock!

But given that he wasn’t there and wasn’t going to be for some hours, I lubed up a dildo (as I knew I wasn’t slick enough yet to just take it), inserted that and started finger masturbating again. That didn’t last long. Even with a frantic wank, that was nowhere near enough, and my lunchtime was running out.

How the fuck was I going to last all afternoon, when my wanking didn’t cut the mustard? I was at explode levels of horny, but I was going to have to get back to work and start having video conferences.

About five minutes before I was due back, I got a message from him. He was having deep fried haggis apparently. Didn’t help. He said he wasn’t going to be back until about six. That was hours away!

Hoping to dampen my horniness, I put a butt plug in. My largest “comfortable” butt plug – ie the largest one I can wear for hours, whether that be outside or in a work context. It made it worse. My cunt was aching to be filled, my whole body needing an orgasm to calm it down.

I had every intention of breaking out the vicious wand when my workday had finished, but I got a text from my husband to say he’d be back just after I finished work and he hoped I was still horny. I was and decided to leave the wand alone and wait for him.

I did wank with my fingers a bit (but nowhere near an orgasm), and obviously, I had my butt plug in for a few hours whilst I was working, so all in all, I had got myself all steamed up for most of the day.

I ended up jumping him as soon as he came in. I was beyond pleasantries. Just a simple “Fuck me bitch” came out of my mouth.

He guided me backwards until we got to the dining table, and he pushed me back onto it so that I was lying on it. He lifted my legs, so they were vertical and then stood behind me (in the Mermaid position). Then, he removed my butt plug, quickly relubed my asshole and lubed his cock and then inserted his cock all the way in.

Whaaaat! I was about to get annoyed at him leaving my cunt unfilled, but it felt soooooo gooooood. His cock was fairly hard but ramming in and out of the asshole of a slut on heat got it fully hard in no time. In fact, he got so hard that it was almost too much for my asshole to take. But he slowed down a little to give it a chance to catch up, and eventually it did, and took his enormous cock all the way with every stroke. He held on to the front of my thighs to make sure I didn’t move across the table and got the full effect of every thrust. He was still not going anywhere near my cunt though.

I felt my orgasm nearly ready to break and as I came, as my whole body went stiff and shuddered, my cunt was pulsing to orgasm against something and there was nothing there. My cunt was still empty.

And even though I had cum, and cum hard, I was still frustrated. After my shudders subsided, he began fucking my asshole again. Within a couple of strokes, he was at peak hardness, and I realised that I was a very long way from cumming again, and my asshole would take a pounding. I knew there was no point pleading to have my cunt filled, because he’d just prolong my cunt’s torture. Equally though, I knew he’d fill it in the end, so I just had to take the long anal fuck I was getting.

I closed my eyes, trying to calm down (and I think the first orgasm did have an effect). I loved his long anal sessions, and in laying back and almost meditating, it almost felt like a massage from the inside. It was relaxing, it was calming, it was medicinal. He slowed down a little to reflect the new tone of the fuck and he kept my asshole and his cock all lubed up, so despite being a long time in there, it was all comfortable and sexy.

As I felt another orgasm start to build, he realised his build-up would take so long that he would be one and done. So, he pulled out of my asshole, jammed my butt plug back in, had a quick wipe of his cock to clean it off, slightly adjusted my position and then plunged his cock into my gaping aching cunt. At last, my cunt had what it was craving. A massive hard cock that I thought wasn’t about to last long, and I was hoping he’d judged it correctly. I would have been very pouty and frustrated if he had entered my cunt long enough to cum himself but left me unfulfilled. I need not have worried: he knew exactly what he was doing.

His cock was rubbing on the top of my cunt, that rub that I knew would make me cum hard, that rub that just felt amazing and that rub that no other man had ever got consistently right for me. And over the next few minutes, he slowly and patiently fucked me, slowly building that final orgasm, getting me near but nowhere near over the line. I was impressed at his stamina, given he hadn’t yet cum himself, and yet, with love in his eyes, he built me towards my final orgasm. And I was ecstatic because my cunt was filled, as I needed it to be.

I felt him grip a little harder onto the front of my thighs and I felt him slow down a touch. He was struggling to keep himself from cumming. I was so near. I put my hands to my tits and started squashing them together and pulling at my nipples. I was so so close. I started arching my back as I was twisting my nipples and he felt me stiffen as I started screaming and shuddering. In amongst all that, I felt his cock get just that little bit bigger and then I felt the tell-tale throbbing as he spurted a whole load of cum in me. He looked spent.

I was still fairly stiff and cumming as I tried to milk the last bits of cum from his cock with my cunt muscles. As my orgasm subsided, I felt his cock shrink so quickly and slip out of my now very lubricated cunt. As he smiled at me and clearly had gone soppy after his adrenaline rush, he asked how my day was now. Just perfect.

Centenary Orgy

6 November 2022 /

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She Wasn’t The Only One

22 October 2022 /

Victoria realised she wasn’t the only one he was fucking. But it was a relief that when the managing director had a heart attack mid-fuck and died, he wasn’t in bed with her. She was very upset though, as she had become slightly addicted to their sessions, which by this point had been going on for nearly a year and a half.

As far as the original goal was concerned, it was a success. Fucking him had not given her promotions, but it had contributed to her having more opportunities to prove herself and probably to her pay rises.

Ever since her first introduction to the chopsticks clamps, whenever they got together, he had asked her to wear chopsticks in her hair (crossed and poked through buns to pin her hair up) as a sign of her happiness to have the clamps used on her. She did this willingly, especially as the chopsticks he bought her were customised for her and very expensive. (He also didn’t actually use them or torment her nipples or tongues – he always used cheap ones for that, as they bend better and applied the pressure better.)

She decided to wear the chopsticks to his funeral, as it was the last time they’d be together, and it was the end of a particularly important chapter. Seems like she wasn’t the only one who had that idea.

When she got to the funeral, the first thing she noticed was Sabina was wearing chopsticks, virtually identical apart from the customisation. Sabina was who he was fucking when he died. That must have been awful. Sabina was at a different office, so Vicki’s guess of him having a woman in every port was probably spot on. A further three people arrived with chopsticks, each from different offices.

After the funeral, all the chopsticks wearers all seemed to congregate together, and after a suitable period, they decided to slip away to Sabina’s home, which was near to the cemetery, so they could discuss him and their experiences.

It seems like Vicki’s sessions were replicated for all four of the others. Sabina made a point of failing the test each and every time, as she craved the chopsticks sessions. The others tried their best to succeed in each clit test. Vicki was more in line with Sabina, not really trying too hard to beat her previous clit test.

In some ways, it felt like the other three didn’t really enjoy the sessions, whereas Sabina, like Vicki, actually really wanted them. Sabina was much more in tune with Vicki than the others, and the others soon left, at least one of them seemingly embarrassed to have been in that club.

With the others now gone, Sabina and Vicki both relaxed in each other’s company, and really got into talking about the full filth of their separate sessions. It turned out that Sabina had been threatened with having someone else’s nipples share her chopstick nipple clamp, forcing her to be face to face with someone else going through the same ordeal. They both thought it would be a fitting memorial to him to try it out, as Sabina had the chopsticks and bands at hand.

Neither of them wanted to use a chopsticks clamp on their tongues, but for each of them, he’d used one on their clits occasionally, so they decided to do that, but separately on each clit for practical reasons.

It was an interesting experience, as previously, they have been restrained, but this time, they were free to move. Again, for practical reasons, they decided to apply them to each other’s clits first, Vicki applying the bands quite loosely to the chopsticks round Sabina’s clit, but Sabina was much more brutal in adjusting Vicki’s, so Vicki went back and they both adjusted the bands until the chopsticks were very tight and rather painful. It’s what he would have wanted.

So next, their nipples were the target, and Sabina knew how to make this work the best. Four nipples along one set of chopsticks, alternating to each of them (and obviously poking through from opposite sides). But there needed to be bands between nipples, so some of them could not be adjusted once they were put on.

Vicki went first, with her right nipple, and Sabina made it as tight as Vicki could bear (with another two twists of the band for luck). Sabina then put her left nipple in and Vicki applied the band, trying to match the tightness with her own. Their faces were very close, but Vicki worked on Sabina’s right nipple before Sabina worked on Vicki’s left. All 4 nipples were clamped in the same chopsticks and very very tightly, so the pain was overwhelming. After they had finished admiring their handywork, they looked at each other, their faces close, and it was only a matter of a few seconds before they started kissing, a full-on tongues special, kissing like teenagers that had never kissed before. Fuelled by their shared ordeal and overwhelming emotions and pain, they kissed and kissed.

Eventually, they stopped kissing, and Vicki suggested they, one at a time, each reach down between the other’s legs and masturbate each other. Whilst their clits are captive, they can still twist and move it by manipulating the chopsticks, and they can work the rest of their cunts with their fingers. Sabina said that would be lovely, and they had to shuffle their asses apart slightly to give themselves room (as their clits were almost touching).

Vicki moved her hands down between Sabina’s legs, started stroking what of her clit was bulging from the top of the chopsticks. It was (perhaps unsurprisingly) very very sensitive, so her light touches were like a bolt of electricity for Sabina. Vicki gently started touching against Sabina’s vulva with a couple of fingers, before nudging them into her cunt bit by bit. Soon, her fingers were buried in Sabina’s cunt up to Vicki’s knuckles, so the light touches of clit, together with fingers working the full length of Sabina’s tunnel had an immediate effect. But Sabina’s nipples were tied by chopsticks to Vicki’s, so Sabina’s movements also twisted Vicki’s nipples. It was very distracting for Vicki, who had to concentrate hard to keep the rhythm. Sabina came pretty easily, but Vicki was set on another orgasm, which took some work, but was enormous when it arrived, with Sabina arching back as she came pulling Vicki over.

After a brief period to allow Sabina to recover, Sabina started work on Vicki’s cunt, and Vicki’s first orgasm only took seconds to arrive. Her second was much harder work, and Sabina’s tits were pulled and twisted as Vicki’s body moved to ride Sabina’s fingers, her fingers working quickly but rhythmically inside Vicki’s cunt, and the thumb and finger tweaking Vicki’s bulging entombed clit increasingly getting rougher. Vicki fought to hold it off, in the process continuing her clit and nipple torment longer that it need be, but eventually, she got overwhelmed, and orgasmed hard on Sabina’s fingers, her body collapsing against Sabina and ending up in a cuddle.

That was enough for one day, and they thought he would be proud of them and would have enjoyed the show. They thought they tied the bands a notch tighter than he ever did, as the pain was a magnitude greater, but the orgasms were harder too.

Vicki and Sabina met occasionally for work purposes after this, and repeated this whenever they did, until they each moved on to other companies. They both got their promotions and pay rises, so all that clit, nipple and tongue pain ultimately proved to be worthwhile; Vicki’s career would not be as it is now were it not for him.

Fresh Meat (Part Four)

21 October 2021 /

It was well over a week before Victoria saw them again. She was denied cock last time they were here; she was even denied cumming; she wasn’t going to be denied this time. She was desperate for cock, even to the point that she considered going out to get some cock from elsewhere. But she waited and was about ready to explode.

They had been in the building for about 4 hours and had not even acknowledged her (although they had no particular need to interact with her in a work context). Home time came and went, the co-owners were still working, and Vicki was still waiting, and getting hotter under the collar. It was nearing an hour after home time and still nothing, so Vicki decided to take things into her own hands. She was going to get her doses of cock, no matter what.

Mustering up all the bravado she could, she opened the door to their office and walked in. They were standing by a whiteboard scribbling notes when Vicki walked up to them. They weren’t distracted from their scribblings until Vicki got close and just started rubbing their cocks through their trousers. That made them notice her. Still, nobody had said a word, but their cocks were both getting very hard quickly under Vicki’s ministering. The light haired one, the tits man, pulled at the shoulder straps of her dress, whilst the dark haired one moved round behind her (making her adjust her hand position to keep rubbing his cock), undid her bra and the light haired one removed it and dropped it to the floor, before grabbing onto her tits, kneading, and squeezing them roughly. She loved it.

She saw some eye movements, presumably aimed at the dark haired one behind her, and then the light haired one grabbed her tits and started pulling her in the direction of the desk. The three of them moved together, Vicki’s tits being twisted, but she still maintained contact with their covered cocks, which were still continuing to grow.

As the light haired one’s ass touched the desk, Vicki let go of both cocks and undid the trousers in front of her (no underwear present), dropping them to the floor, before clambering onto the light haired one’s lap and lowering her cunt onto his hard cock, the tip of which was already beaded in pre-cum. He took his shirt off as she started riding, and then pulled down towards him, her tits pressing into his chest. Whilst she was riding, she felt her ass cheeks get pulled apart and something cold and sticky strike her ass pucker, followed by the sticky substance being worked into her pucker. She was being anally lubed, and after repeated applications, the light haired one stopped his movements, and she felt the dark haired one’s glans press against her pucker. This wasn’t her first anal, but it was the first time she was filled front and back at the same time. The light haired one’s cock was so hard and filling. The dark haired one was still fairly small loading his cock into her ass, but once he was inside her ass, he began growing very quickly as he moved in and out. She was about to tell him to stop his movements to give her ass a chance when he did so anyway, the light haired one in her cunt recommencing fucking movements. They carried on alternately fucking her, whilst the other was still buried in her, until her body started betraying the fact that she was near to cumming.

Then, they rather blew her mind by both doing fucking movements at the same time, perfectly in rhythm, as one left, the other entered, meaning she had this feeling of being filled alternately. It felt very good, and they were able to carry it on for quite a while, but she was getting no closer to cumming, and they knew it. It was the perfect activity to edge her, frustrating her as well as being amazing. When they felt like they were coming close to cumming, and she was on the right on the edge, they both stopped with their cocks fully inside her.

Then, again in perfect rhythm, they began driving into her in unison, cunt, and asshole both being filled or both being very empty. The halt had let her orgasm slide further away again, but now they’d got her building towards orgasm again, and she heard them talking to each other, seemingly trying to synchronise their respective orgasms, and seemingly trying to hold off as long as possible to wait for her orgasm. But she knew she would cum the hardest if she fought it, and she suspects they realised it when she started biting her lip.

She thought she had it under control, until the light haired one started pulling at her nipples again (without her tits leaving his chest), tweaking and rolling them in his fingers. She was fighting it as hard as she could. She didn’t want it to be over. But they knew they had her where they wanted her, and they knew the harder she fought it, the harder she’d cum when the inevitable happened, and they knew the harder she squeezed their cocks as she came, the better the chance they’d cum at the same time. They were improving their situation as well, as their cocks were now huge, and so intensely tight in her holes, making it inevitable she will squeeze their cocks when she cums.

Their focus was absolute. A laser-like focus on making this slut cum. Vicki however was starting to lose focus, starting to get a little delirious. The sensations across multiple parts of her body were overwhelming her. Her determination to fight the orgasm to the last meant that the world outside their threesome had disappeared; she could have had the whole of the office watching and she would have had no idea.

Their rhythm was relentless, both driving in together and both pulling out together. Very very full to very very empty in seconds, over and over again.

And then, in an instant, the fight was over. She had started to cum, squeezing down on their cocks and making them start to spew cum into her. She felt the dark haired ones hand come from behind to roughly assault her clit, whilst the light haired ones hands did the same to her nipples. It was probably the longest orgasm she’d ever had, and they really stretched in out, totally exhausting her. They stayed buried deep in her for about a minute, as the last spurts of cum flowed into her, before simultaneously withdrawing from her body. She felt very satisfied, yet very empty.

They each presented their cocks to her mouth for clean up, and then went back to work. Still a word had not been spoken between them. She knew the drill: adjust her clothes and leave. She didn’t mind as much as she used to, because she knew there would be more encounters. Back to her desk, put on the cum-covered panties, rub them into her cunt, then go home.

She fucked them over and over during the two years she worked there. She loved it. She never did find out who put the cum into her panties. But whoever it was never missed an opportunity; whenever she left her panties on her desk, they were always coated in cum on her return, and she always rubbed it into her cunt. Shame to waste it.

Fresh Meat (Part Three)

15 October 2021 /

Victoria didn’t see the co-owners at all until the following Wednesday, when they arrived at about lunchtime. That was the longest week of her life (to that point). They had a stream of meetings all afternoon and didn’t make any attempt to contact her. Home time came and went, and she stayed at her desk working. She was really worked up and didn’t really want to think about the disappointment if nothing were to happen today.

Eventually one of them walked past her, telling her to come into the office in about ten minutes, and to leave her panties laid out on her desk, as she wouldn’t be needing them.

She entered the room at the prescribed time, closing the door behind her, and stood in between their desks. After a minute of being ignored, she heard one of them say “Still overclothed” and then go back to ignoring her.

She quickly removed her light summer dress and her bra and stood naked in front of them. She could feel her cunt already tingling, and that was without them actually touching her.

They each reached out, grabbing a tit each, and this time, groping it, kneading it, and flicking at her nipples with a thumb. Instead of throwing her head back this time, she looked down to see their respective cocks jumping to attention almost immediately and straining against their trousers.

Vicki suddenly fancied tasting cum, and she had two loaded cocks worth to play with. She put a hand to each cock and started rubbing at them, grasping, and squeezing, almost a mirror of what was happening to her tits.

She knew she needed to choose a cock to go into her mouth first, so she asked the men for a coin, which one produced without breaking contact with her tit or her hand. She showed them each side of the coin and asked them to decide who was heads and who tails. As the dark haired one was the ass man, he took tails. As the light haired one was the tits man, he took heads.

She flicked the coin and let it fall to the floor, all three of them breaking contact to lean over to see the result. It was heads.

She knelt down in front of the light haired owner and put her hands back to his hidden cock. She undid his fly and removed the mostly hard cock and fairly sizable balls from his trousers, making note of his apparent lack of underwear. She was so eager to get that cock in her mouth that she almost grabbed his cock on instinct, licking round his glans a few times, before starting to inhale it further in. Once she had used her fingers to surround his cock and run up and down it a few times, she heard a calm voice telling her to keep his cum in her mouth, to show him the cum once she had drained him and wait for instructions. Finally, an instruction; it took her having a mouth full of cock for an instruction to emerge, and she was a good girl; she’d do as she was told.

Vicki was a good cock sucker, having had plenty of experience at school and university, and she quite liked this guy, and his cock was getting harder by the second. She focussed on where she was running her tongue, particularly his frenulum, which caused his cock to get harder each time she touched it. She could feel she had him so near and she just kept working his frenulum and glans until the inevitable happened: his cock pulsed, and she felt a flood of sticky cum filling her mouth. She kept flicking his frenulum with the end of her tongue until his cock had nothing more to offer, then obeying instructions, she released his cock, and with chest puffed out, she showed him her mouth full of cum. She was expecting him to tell her to swallow it, but he told her to dribble it out onto the top of her tits, and only to swallow when she could spit no more.

She knelt a little more upright and starting dribbling and spitting his cum out over the top of her tits and into the gap between them. There was an awful lot of cum, so she had a lot of work to do emptying her mouth. After she had pushed out all she could, she looked up at him and swallowed, and then sat there, smiling (with perhaps a hint of smugness), with a cum/saliva mix glistening on her cleavage, running down between her tits. What a sight; a sight he clearly enjoyed.

She looked across at the dark haired owner’s cock, so see that still hidden but clearly still hard. She shuffled over, removed his cock and balls through his fly and started sucking on his cock. The frenulum moves were less effective on him but using her tongue to close round his cock and jam his glans against the back of her throat had a similar effect. He was clearly excited, as he really didn’t last long before he started spewing his load into her mouth. A little of it trickled down her throat, but she kept most of it in her mouth, as she tried to milk every last drop from his cock.

Once she was done, she again dribbled the bulk of the cum onto her already cum coated tits and swallowed only the last bit.

She got back to her feet and gave them a good view of her cum covered tits, the office lights glistening of them, their eyes locked on them.

They told her she could go, but they wanted her to leave the building with the covering on her tits undisturbed. She was nervous, but had the front to do it, and there were few people around to notice.

She went back to her desk to pack her things up and retrieve her panties. But, to her surprise, her gusset, and the inside of the front of her panties were liberally covered in cum. It wasn’t either of the co-owners, as they never left the office, but who else was it? She was awoken from her thought process by the dark haired one, telling her to put them on. She had no idea who’s cum it was, but after she put them on, he patted the front of her panties, pushing the cum in between her lips. He told her to leave the panties on until bedtime, and to leave the cum on the top of her tits until bedtime too, and then he told her to swallow all the cum she could.

She got home without incident, even though her tits were glistening with cum, and she spent the evening feeling the cum against her cunt and her tits, reminding her of her session with the co-owners. When she was ready to go to sleep, as instructed, she scraped as much cum off her tits, cunt, and panties as she could and swallowed it all. She liked eating cum. It was a treat. The cum of (she thought) three men was a really big treat, and almost as much cum as she could swallow, but she wasn’t wasting it. She even used a spoon to scrape it off her skin and to dig some out of her cunt; her movements over the hours had made some of it go far too deep into her cunt to retrieve.

She enjoyed it, and they made her feel owned (particularly being labelled with cum in public), but next time, she was determined to get fucked again. Cum inside is better than cum outside.

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