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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.

The Perils Of Fucking One Of Each

28 February 2023 /

It was only a few days since I first kissed Melissa and had first fucked Melissa come to think of it, and I made quite a mistake. I wasn’t thinking. In my mind, I had her and my uni guy as separate relationships. Of course, they were, but that doesn’t mean it was that easy. Melissa knew I was fucking him, and I quickly told him I was fucking her too. Both knew I wanted to carry on with them both, and that was all OK. But I didn’t mean to rub her nose in it…. almost literally.

I woke up on that day not expecting to fuck anyone all day. I bumped into him on his way to a lecture mid-morning. As he carried on past, without breaking step, he just turned towards me and shouted was I free at two? I just yelled yes, and he waved as he carried on. My cunt instantly moistened as I assumed he wanted to fuck me. That was the sort of relationship we had: a straightforward “friends with benefits” arrangement.

I arrived at the allotted time and within no time at all, I was bent over the so called “comfy chair” with my head below my waist and my panties completely off, being masturbated by his hand in a long, slow, very thorough warm-up. He was talking to me about something (which wasn’t going in at the time, let alone something I remember years later), and he wasn’t about anything dirty. His words were ignoring what he was doing to my cunt, whilst rubbing and manipulating it in a very practiced way.

We had fucked quite a bit by then, and although he wasn’t very adventurous, what he did he did well. He knew how to make me a quivering wreck, just by the fingers and the skill with which he used them. It was almost the nonchalant way he worked my cunt that made it feel dirty, his almost disconnected work. I think he loved that he could turn me, who he knew as quite a strong-willed young woman, into a totally obedient orgasm crazed wreck, who just let him do what he wanted. He wasn’t what you would call dominant, but he did like to be in charge of my orgasms, and I was so happy to let him.

He made me cum twice just with his fingers before he moved on to rubbing on my very wet cunt with his glans, focussing mostly on my engorged clit and my fleshy folds. I came again from his glans rubbing before he got hard enough to start actually fucking me, and then when he inserted his cock, my welcoming cunt soon got it very hard. At the time, I always wanted him to cum really deeply, but he liked cumming with only his glans inside me, making it likely I would drip his cum out, and he kept my panties for 24 hours to make sure I got myself in a big mess.

Roll forward three hours, and I saw Melissa in the dining hall. She says what she wants for dessert is my juicy cunt, and I completely forgot what my uni guy had done to me before. So, Melissa is face up on her bed and I’m facesitting her, and what turns out to be allowing his cum to slip onto her tongue and into her mouth.

I was mortified when she said I tasted like cum. I thought she didn’t really like cum, and yet here I was sliding it into her mouth. Before she got too much, she mumbled about sharing it with me (her mouth muffled somewhat by my cunt). So, when she tapped me on the ass, I climbed off her and firmly planted my lips on hers, and she pushed a good load of cum into my mouth with her tongue. I broke the kiss off and then, channelling my “Good Girl” training, I swallowed the cum all in one go and then showed her my empty mouth. She smiled and then indicated I move.

I knew what she wanted, and I began facesitting her again, firmly planning my cunt over her mouth. I felt her tongue start to work round my folds and she clamped down on my legs to stop me moving while she cleaned my cunt of all its cum. She had no interest in taking his cock (or any other cock) in her mouth directly, but it seemed that cum from my orifices was perfectly acceptable to her.

Once she had deemed me to be clear of cum, her tongue began focussing on my clit, and although she guessed I had orgasmed once already that day, she didn’t realise I’d already had four orgasms that morning. But an agile tongue made her get two out of the facesitting position.

After the two, she released the lock on my legs, and I decided I wanted a taste of cunt. I climbed off her again and then crouched between her legs and put my mouth to her cunt. She opened her legs a little to give me more room, and as I kissed her cunt gently, I felt her hands on the back of my head, pushing it a little towards her cunt. Her excitement was already showing in her taste, and I figured orgasm number one wouldn’t be hard to extract. I deliberately ignored her clit and licked everywhere else, dipping inside her cunt occasionally for that wonderful taste. I thought she was close, so I decided to flick across her clit a couple of times and that was enough to make her cum, screaming and arching her back as she did so. But she didn’t release the back of my head and I got the message. This time, I included her clit in my tongue movements, and I could feel from the slight twitch of her body that her clit was very sensitive after that first orgasm. And now I was showing it no mercy, no consideration for that sensitivity.

Not that I think she was after mercy. After all, she hadn’t released the hold on my head.

With my mouth tasting of a delicious mix of her cunt juices and his cum load, I set about very delicately and very lovingly working her cunt folds and any part I could reach with my tongue, very methodically working anywhere I could reach. I felt her pull my head in towards her cunt, so I decided that she wanted more than gentle now, and got faster, more vigorous, and firmer with my tongue. Her body had been still to that point, but now she started squirming. I had to hold on to her to stop her escaping from my tongue.

But as I persisted, she got wetter, her squirms got larger, and her moans got louder. I just loved having her in this position, totally under the control of my tongue and craving every touch with it. Through her top, she massaged her tits as I slowly brought her to orgasm. My face was flooded with her juices as her body relaxed after cumming. She was happy, and I was too. And I was so relieved that my mistake didn’t have major fallout.

What I learned was that she was happy to be fed his cum. It was male genitalia she wasn’t that keen on, so using my cunt to transport cum to her was ideal. It was a curious twist, but one I was happy to facilitate on many an occasion throughout our time together.

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!)

What Happens When You Fail The Clit Test

8 October 2022 /

Victoria had fucked the managing director of her company now six times over about four months. Each time, she had passed the clit test, but it was inevitable she would fail, and she did on the seventh occasion. She was a little distraught, but he told her it would be OK, and that there is a special kind of retest that she could take if she wanted to. She did want to, even when he told her that once the wand had connected with her clit, there was no way for her to stop the test no matter what. That was her choice: a clit assault that she couldn’t stop or leave now and for good.

The problem for her was that over the last few months, this had gone from fucking her way to the top to a primal need for well-functioning cock. She really didn’t want this to end, so she chose the retest, which pleased him.

He said this would push her clit way more than had been done before, and he had a special treat for her nipples and tongue too. She couldn’t wait and was a little scared at the same time.

He led her over to the bed and got her to lay in the middle, her ass up on a pillow. From under the bed, he produced the ends of a set of under-bed restraints and proceeded to attach them to her wrists and ankles, loosely at first, and then expertly tightening them bit by bit so that soon, she was held tightly in place. He asked her to pull against the restraints, and further tightened them as a result of what he saw, repeating this a few times until he was happy she could not move.

Next her produced 4 chopsticks, and he carefully wrapped rubber bands around one end of each pair. Her eyes widened as she knew what these were for. He rolled and twisted her nipples to get them harder, and then he put one pair of chopsticks around her right nipple (one chopstick above and one below) and he wrapped the rubber band round the middle of the chopstick, before bringing her other nipple in between the chopsticks and wrapping another rubber band round the other end of the chopsticks. It was painful and got more so as he tightened the rubber bands on each end.

He looked at her and said it was to distract her from the pain her clit was about to feel, and he got the other chopsticks and asked her to stick out her tongue. He did the same to her tongue, meaning it was held out of her mouth and therefore it was impossible for her to speak.

He told her that she would need to be quiet, and the chopsticks round her tongue would remind her of that.

Next, he took the panties out of her clutch bag. He always insisted she had a pair with her, but also insisted she never wore them. He opened out the panties and found the only bit of fabric (a small triangle at the front) and rubbed the inside that over and inside her sopping cunt. Her cunt was slick with juices and had some cum in it, so the fabric was a sticky mess in no time at all. He carefully folded them so that the sticky part was outside and he pushed it to her nose, holding it in place with a larger rubber band. The strong smell of her cunt, her juices and his cum was pretty overwhelming, and that was in itself a distraction.

Then he got the wand with the clit cup attachment and sat next to her. He told her that this was her last chance to back out. Once that clit cup touches her clit, there was no way she could stop it. The pain in her nipples and tongue was to distract from the pain in her clit, and with her head being lower than her ass, she was likely to get a bit light-headed too. He knew how much she was short of the target, so he will hold the cup to her clit for that shortfall, plus the whole original target again. Every time she made a noise, he would add a minute, although each time she orgasmed, he’d take a minute off.

He reminded her that only a few minutes ago, her clit was under assault as part of the original clit test, so this was pushing her clit much further than it had ever been before. He then asked her if she agreed to the new assault on her clit, and it not stopping no matter what. Yes. Yes, she did. She needed to do whatever it took to get his cock again. She nodded approval.

He got her clit between his thumb and forefinger, and he roughly twisted it a few times. She had a very hard time not crying out there. To not cry out would need focus like she’d never had before, and what with the overwhelming sex smell, the likely light-headedness, her tongue and nipples trapped by the chopsticks and her clit being worked by the ferocious wand, she had a lot to contend with.

And after he finished twisting, he applied the cup to her clit and turned on the wand, slowly at first and then building to maximum power over the course of a minute.

And there it stayed, on full power, ravaging her poor clit like never before. She focussed on keeping quiet, pulling on her restraints occasionally in an involuntary way, but never being able to move a lot.

She was totally lost in the sensations, and she had no idea of time. Quite frankly, he could have had her there for hours and she would have had no idea, she was that overwhelmed with sensations and pain. But as her orgasms started to grow, her pain seemed to subside a little. At one point, he tightened the rubber bands on the chopsticks, thereby increasing the pressure and pain from them. She pulled against the restraints again as she came, the unfulfilling nature of an orgasm without something in her cunt only added to the frustration.

She lost all track of time, of orgasms, of pain, and was settled in for the long haul. But suddenly, the cup vanished from her clit. He undid the rubber bands and freed her tongue and nipples and he released the restraints, freeing her limbs. She assumed he deliberately left her panties there, so she did so too.

He stroked her hair and said she did amazingly well and passed the test, so he’d give her an hour, then she’d get a bonus fuck before she left. But she’d still need to pass the clit test next time as well.

She didn’t care. Her body performed, and she got a massive kick out of it. She wasn’t scared of failing now (although she did fail to realise that the retest got longer the more you failed the first tests).

Her body recovered lot in that hour, and her fuck this time wasn’t an unconnected from behind fuck, but a “Cuddle Huddle”, still firm powerful strokes, but in a position that is mostly cuddling, and this fuck included something she had never done with him – kissing him. She was happy. She was getting something she didn’t expect, and she wanted to work out why it was so good.

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