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The Sexualisation of Normal

14 March 2026 / / 4 Comments

I haven’t written that much about our free-use lifestyle, other than the big sessions, the parties. But free-use is my daily reality. Over the course of any given day, I’ll probably have sex with three different men, I’ll orgasm at least four times, at least once from anal, and aside from that, my cunt, ass and tits will be displayed and viewed, I’ll be groped and mauled, I’ll kiss loads, I’ll have cock in my mouth, all on their whim, on their timetable, and the result is that I am kept on a sexual high all day.

On Fridays, because I’m the only one of the four women who is available during the day (and the men are normally on end of week work from home days), I get much more free-use than that. All four men normally fuck me twice each, I’ll cum at least eight times, I’ll probably have anal four times and vaginal four times and then add all the other stuff in too. And that’s before I get to the pub to be fucked into the night by Carla.

Fridays are an ordeal. Fridays are a struggle. Fridays are so tiring, such hard work. Fridays are my favourite day of the week.

To really emphasise the use aspect, the men like us to carry on with what we are doing whilst they use us. Holding a conversation is hard, and quite often, if there are two or more women there, they’ll wait until we are deep in conversation, then someone will start fucking each of us. Two people whose thought patterns are being interrupted hold hilarious conversations, but we have to carry on. It is the epitome of free-use.

And I have to say that the fact that we can’t talk about the sex or anything free-use, while it’s happening or afterwards, is really quite hard. It just has to happen, unspoken, unmentioned.

I’ll quite often be cooking, and they’ll bend me over the kitchen work surface and fuck or masturbate me, whilst expecting me to carry on with the actual cooking. That’s not too hard perversely, just don’t try to follow a recipe. Being fucked whilst reading is hard, and I’ll probably have to go back and re-read those pages. Watching TV is fine, although I’ll miss bits. He’s taken to cradling me and masturbating me all the time I’m watching TV, not trying to make me cum, but if I do, he just ignores it and carries on.

This is one of the big parts of free-use for me: the sexualisation of normal. They fuck me whilst I do normal things, like converse, write, type, cook. I get fucked doing things other people do not get fucked doing.

I think the conversation fucks are the most incredible. Making me feel both important and valued in what is said and a sexual object at the same time, valued and subjugated at the same time. To make one feel both valued and cheap in that moment is quite the gift. That normal people can have a conversation without being fucked, and often I can’t, really keeps me deep down submissive. That I can’t watch the TV without being masturbated really keeps me deep down submissive.

That and almost always being topless, pantyless and wearing a very short skirt at home, so that I am not only available for use, but often visible and displayed, expected to be visible and displayed, proud and yet a constant reminder of what I am, a reminder to all us free-use women what we are.

The no panties thing I did years ago, to give him better access to my cunt at all times. The topless and short skirts at home is more recent, as we free-use women got more submissive. It is our version of a typical slave statue display, and allowing our usually hidden body parts to be displayed, consumed by the free-use men, it is itself part of the free-use. If the people in the room are in on the free-use, us women have to sit, legs wide, skirt up and not in any way hide our tits or cunt. We are to be consumed with their eyes, before being consumed in other ways. It adds to our subservient feelings, and is part of keeping us women on a sexual high.

I’m not allowed to adjust my clothes otherwise. If someone (for example) lifts my skirt up to display my ass, I’m not allowed to pull it down again, unless someone tells me to (or someone or gravity does it for me). If I’m clothed, I’m not allowed to get a tit out, but someone else can. My state of dress (or indeed undress) is totally controlled by others. It’s strangely freeing.

As well as not wearing panties, I haven’t covered my cunt for 8 1/4 years. So, no trousers / leggings / tights. I wear stockings and suspenders and skirts / dresses. (There are two exceptions, swimming (although we go to nudist swimming events as much as possible), and the odd sex act (like panty wetting, but that is as he requires and is for our mutual pleasure)).

Bras are a different matter. I have big tits. UK bra size 34H, US 34K. Until recently, I always insisted on wearing a bra to keep them in check. But I’m a sub now, and I’ve known for the longest time that he’d prefer I didn’t wear one most of the time. I wanted him to take ownership of me, and one of the consequences of that was to deal with bras. I now won’t wear one, unless he wants me to.

It feels a lot more sexual to me, going round without a bra, having them swing around and having my nipples show so much, visible and protruding under a blouse. On the odd occasions I do wear a bra, the bra will be one of the quarter cup ones I’ve had custom-made (as manufacturers don’t make them for my cup size), so even if I’m wearing a bra, my nipples are often visible. And my nipples react very strongly to rubbing on clothes, so they are now constantly enormous, hard and proud. It’s all a part of keeping me sexually aroused.

It’s a big change to not wear a bra at times, a massive change, like my massive tits, and being topless round the home and going out mostly not wearing a bra is new to me. And I very soon realised that attention I’d get with mammoth unleashed tits and nipples the size of bedknobs was plentiful and exciting. My husband has all my old bras locked away, like my remaining panties, and I have extremely large, slightly painful, very noticeable, massive nipples for my trouble. And my husband has been pointing out how magnificent a nipple piercing would look displayed on a massive nipple with a thin layer of fabric stretched over it.

I have done and continue to do exercises to strengthen my back, to allow me to maintain better posture with my tits unsupported for extended periods of time, and I wish I’d done them years ago. I used to believe locking up my tits was the right thing to do, but the free swinging and snapping of my tits, the slight pain in the flesh caused by a day of being unsupported, is wonderful. It sounds perverse, but I love it so much, and of course, I can’t hold on to them, can’t hide them, so gravity does its worst on them all day every day.

Honestly, I am truly happy when I go to bed with throbbing tits, a stinging ass, an aching jaw and a messy cunt where cum is sliding out of it. I am in total heaven when that happens, especially all that with him spooning me with a semi-hard cock residing in my ass crack and a hand firmly gripping a tit.

My friend Shae mentioned (on her blog slaveshae.wordpress.com) that our free-use is not a dom-sub arrangement, more of a free-use kind of polycule. It’s a fairly accurate description. When the penny first dropped about my being a full-time sub, I really struggled, precisely because it doesn’t fit within a standard dom-sub arrangement. I tried to crowbar it in, I went round and round in circles. Don’t get me wrong, my husband is a dom, he is gentle, steady sort of dom, born out of being a natural manager, but nevertheless, he has pulled all these little sub things I used to do into one, and he is very much in control of me, and that is exactly what I want, a warm hugging blanket, built on trust, with a man I would walk to the ends of the earth for, but a man who totally looks after me, a man who has my back, has my best interests at heart and a man totally comfortable with using his property however he wants. It feels pretty perfect right now.

But the rest of the free-use men are different. I liked Shae’s use of the word “culture”. The men have rights to us, to use us, to look, grope, fuck, whatever, one, two, however many at a time. I’m sure they are being a bit dommy when they take us, but I’ve talked to them, and they feel more like they are just taking what is theirs, usage by rule, and we have an expectation to be used that they have to live up to.

It’s the women that have been most affected. All four of us are very subby now, and that’s quite a surprise. We are all fairly strong women otherwise, businesswomen, entrepreneurs, good positive female role models. And yet, with the flick of a switch, we’re back being hugely subby, eager to sexually please. Switching between those roles is a bit of a head fuck to be honest. I have the journey home to switch into the correct mindset, and as soon as I get through the door, I have to switch into the correct clothing arrangement to finish the job.

And the other three women are on the same path, at some point along the journey. Even the one that was resistant to being subby has conceded that’s what she is and is embracing it. We didn’t expect that. That’s why I think this is permanent for all of us now. I really can’t see how any of us can back out of this.

We women are not lower in status because of the free-use. We are still equal partners, still equal friends, still valued, still important, still with the same status we always had. It’s just that certain things we’ve signed over to others. Doesn’t lower our status, just changes our mindset and behaviour.

The sex, the control, the masturbation, the display, the relentlessness, the orgasms, the clothes, the penetrations, the carrying on what we are doing is all a part of the free-use experience. The more we’ve done it, the more things like display and masturbation we’ve added in to something that at the start was mostly about penetration, the more overwhelming and all-encompassing it has become, the more intense our experience is. The men have completely sexualised normal.

And we are about to make our free-use bigger and more intense, more sexual. And every single one of the women can hardly wait.

Carla Finally Sees Me (Part One)

16 July 2025 /

I first saw Carla not long after I arrived in the village. She was the chief barmaid in our new local, and she was just my type. Big tits that she liked showing off. Nice round ass. Sexily curvy with a gentle sway as she walked. Clothes style of her own that she wore with confidence. Sassy. Strong personality. Pretty face. Very kissable lips. About my age. Lesbian. And single.

I began to dream about fucking her, in fact I’m fairly sure I came unaided a number of nights during such dreams. Initially, me fucking her stayed firmly in my imagination, as we were infrequent visitors to the pub, but as we got more embedded in the community, we spent more time in there and I got to know her a bit. And the more I got to know her, the more I wanted to fuck her.

I didn’t think she’d even seen me, but I turned up one day late to the pub in a dress that was hard for her to ignore. The top part of the dress was fundamentally two pieces of fabric that started at the waistband at the front, went over the shoulders and ended up at the waistband at the back. It pulled tight on my 34H tits holding them in place, but I had significant side boob and the gully between my tits was all on display, and with the tits squashed together, it was a fabulous view. The bottom part of the dress was just as subtle! The dress was so short it showed my suspenders to the world. It barely covered my cunt (I was pantyless as always). It didn’t really cover the lower part of my ass.

To be honest, I don’t know why I wore it that night. It’s very much a sex outfit, in the privacy of our own (or other people’s) homes. I wore a long coat walking down to the pub, and if there had been youngsters around, I wouldn’t have taken the coat off, but in a room full of slightly drunk regulars at near closing time, it was fine, and it did a girl’s self-esteem a lot of good to get admiring and lingering looks.

When I went to the bar, Carla was very much checking me out with her eyes. I think I blushed, and I’m sure her nipples ended up more visible and larger under the thin cloth of her top and bra at the end of the conversation than when we started.

I think she got me slightly flustered because I forgot my husband’s crisps, having to go back to the bar to get them. She gave me his favourites from memory, without charging, then asked me to come back after I gave them to him, as she needed some help with something behind the bar. I didn’t realise. I’m innocent dontcha know. And I was slightly flustered.

She left the assistant barman to run both bars (as there were only a trickle of customers at this point) and ushered me out the back and into a stock room. She put a box of wine behind the door to keep it closed, then telling me she wanted to do this for some time, she just pulled me towards her and kissed me, firm, hard, straight to tongues. My mouth opened on instinct and my tongue joined in, kissing her back as hard as she was kissing me. My hands went to her leather clad ass to pull her in tight, and she reciprocated, putting her hands up my tiny skirt so that her palms rested on my bare ass cheeks. To have her hands on my ass and tongue in my mouth felt so good.

After a fairly long time, we broke, and with hope in her eyes, she told me she’d fancied me for ages and tonight’s outfit was so amazing, she decided she needed to fuck me that night, that she desperately wanted to fuck me. She had done for a while and she wondered if I wanted to fuck her, and if my husband could be persuaded to fuck someone else tonight, leaving me all for her. (She knew we regularly swapped partners, and she knew Rose’s husband had left for a work trip that day, so she knew there was a woman spare). I told her I was hers, so all she needed to do was go over and ask him.

Initially hesitant, but then emboldened by the thoughts of how often we swapped partners, and feeling both sassy and hopeful, she marched straight over, and as she picked up some glasses from the table, she casually asked, in a totally matter of fact way, “could my husband be persuaded to fuck someone else tonight, so she could fuck me?” Before he could answer, Anna’s husband announced that he had decided to fuck Rose that night, and Tanya’s husband said he’d been looking forward all week to make Tanya’s ass and asshole pay for what she did last weekend (no, I have no idea what that was either), and so they wouldn’t swap that night, so my husband was left having to fuck Anna. Now, Anna loves fucking my husband more than fucking her own anyway, and Rose was just happy to have someone to snuggle up to and to fuck that night. (Her husband would be away on the other side of the world for a few weeks, and she was feeling quite low.) So, even though free-use meant the women weren’t given a choice, both women were very happy.

My husband got up and took Carla aside, asking her in earshot of the rest of us what she was going to do to persuade him. There were smiles and giggles between them, and eventually they came back to the table. A deal had been done. Neither of them would say what the deal was, but knowing my husband, it involved him fucking her, all three holes, maybe even on different days. But whatever the deal, my husband and Carla were happy, and therefore, so was I.

They agreed that Carla would deliver me back home at 11am, when she came to open up for lunchtime, and the rest of the men all agreed to swap women back then too, and to suspend all free-use beyond their allocated woman for the night. (Not the first time we’d done that either).

It was all sorted in such a matter of fact way, in a normal volume pub conversation, not hushed tones in secret. It was like we were organising the village litter pick, not organising fucking people other than our partners. Carla left us to start the long process of closing and sorting the pub out for tomorrow.

I snuggled into my husband, but he still wouldn’t give up details of the deal. He just confirmed that he was very happy with the deal and that Anna’s cunt and asshole would have a particularly large and hard cock to take tonight, as he’d be thinking about me and Carla fucking too. He had a twinkle in his eye, a twinkle that left me worried for poor Anna’s asshole, but I left it, as I was too wrapped up in the fact that I was about to fuck this barmaid I’d been fantasising about and lusting after for months.

So, after Carla called time, the others left with their respective fucks for the night. Once they had gone, I flipped my skirt out of the way and sat with my cunt on display for Carla, teasing her, trailing what was to come. She briefly stopped to kiss me and put a hand to my cunt and masturbate it a bit, just a furtive little wank, unspoken but allowed, which enabled her to feel I was already quite slick with anticipation. It was a bit of wanking and teasing, in full view of the barman, whose grin showed his appreciation of my display.

At one point during their tidying, Carla bent over near me, and I took advantage of the leather skirt riding up her ass to put my hand up between her legs. To my delight, she was pantyless as well, and a quick finger or two in her cunt allowed me to feel her cunt was a slick as mine. Neither of us said anything, she just opened her legs slightly and let it happen, but she knew. An unspoken bond.

It was gone midnight before her and the barman had finished, and I spent most of the time with my cunt on display. The grin showed the barman didn’t mind, his regular lingering glances, not quick or furtive, and the bulge in his trousers, was giving away his enjoyment. But that bulge wasn’t for me tonight. Carla’s moist slippery cunt was, and it was clear Carla was enjoying the view too, revelling in the promise of what was to come, and putting on a display was keeping me aroused.

At one point, she whispered in my ear how I was a dirty little slut for wearing those clothes, for having such a slick cunt before she even started, for brazenly showing the barman my overused cunt and there’s only one way for dirty little sluts like me to be treated, and that was by milking orgasms out of them, relentlessly, harshly, with disdain. She pulled away from me, before leaning back to me and whispering one last thing. She’s a dirty little slut too, and needs to be treated accordingly. Oh, she will be.

Finding The Seedy Underbelly (Part Two)

21 June 2024 /

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Finding The Seedy Underbelly (Part One)

5 June 2024 /

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This is going to take a lot of explaining.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Climbing The Greasy Pole (Part Two)

17 June 2022 /

There Victoria was, bent over the balcony in a very expensive hotel suite looking at the city skyline all lit up, her freshly fucked cunt uncovered by her lifted-up dress and out to the breeze. She knew she had to pass a test to get to fuck him again, and she needed to, for her cunt’s sake and that of her career.

She felt her ultimate boss’ fingers part her cunt lips and something plastic and tight fitting cup around her clit. With his hand again in the small of her back, he told her she could not move, and her clit had to remain in contact with the wand, how long for was entirely up to him, but he did like punishing clits.

With some false bravado, she told him to do his worst. She’d been pretty rough with her clit herself, but she had a feeling this guy would surpass her own clit punishment.

The plastic clit cup started vibrating, firstly at a slow pace, then building up a minute at a time until the wand was on full power. She remembered it as a total beast; harsher, stronger and more powerful than anything she had used before. Very soon, her clit was starting to throb, and she felt the desire to try to break contact with the vibrating cup even for a brief second. But she knew if she did, she was done.

She gritted her teeth and bit her lip, trying desperately to resist the urge to shout stop. Her clit was swollen and throbbing as wave after wave of vibrations flowed through it. But amid the ferocity of the vibrations, she started to feel an orgasm building. Her clit was feeling both pain and a throb of orgasm at the same time, and very quickly she started screaming as he made her cum. But even as she came, he didn’t stop the vibration assault on her clit. As the orgasm ebbed away, the pain of the rubbed and swollen clit came back with a vengeance. She wasn’t sure how much more she could take of this. Her clit was getting bigger and bigger, harder and harder, more and more raw and this was definitely past pleasure now for her. But she was determined to give him what he wanted.

And then, all of a sudden, the vibrating cup left her clit, and she felt his tongue licking around her clit and then his teeth gently biting on her clit (not enough for blood, but enough for her to feel the joins between his teeth). It felt like he was chewing on her clit, which was a little painful given the swollen and abused state of her clit, but also rather pleasurable. After a while of this, she felt his mouth leave her and again felt the wind blowing round her cunt.

While she was in a slightly delirious mixture of endorphins and pain, he told her each time they fucked, she’d have to do the clit test again, and each time, she’d have to last longer than the previous, oh and he wouldn’t tell her how long she had been or whether she had beaten her time. She knew it was only a matter of time before she failed the test, and she didn’t want to know what happened when she did.

But it was clear he was in charge, and it was clear he was going to fuck her again, so from her perspective, it was job done.

After a brief period of alone time, he helped her up and stripped off her dress and bra. He threw the bra off the balcony, and it disappeared down to the street below. He sat on a chair on the balcony, with his mouth at tit height. He pulled her towards him and started sucking on her nipples, slowly getting more and more rough until he was doing the same safe chewing action he used on her clit. Her nipples were getting hard again, and he seemed to know when she was starting to feel another orgasm building, because it got close, and then he pinched her clit quite viciously, instantly making her start to cum. Her legs collapsed and he caught her and laid her on the balcony floor, where he just stood watching her, sipping on his champagne.

As she looked up at him, she knew she was there for his pleasure, a toy for him. But she had to remember why she was there: friends in high places and promotion.

He told her she had done well, and she’d earned herself another fuck right now, and a meeting next time he was in the area. He held out a hand to help her up, and she accepted it, and went to kiss him after she was up. He stepped back and told her no kissing, before leading her back into the suite. He bent her over the sofa, which was at a perfect height to really make her legs open for him. He ploughed his cock into her again, making her rear up as he drove in and making her tits swing. But after about a dozen hard strokes, he started on a more gentle, yet pacey, fuck, building her orgasm the old-fashioned way. They both knew this would take a while, but she could revel in a long hard fuck with her cunt filled by a long hard cock.

She thought she was all orgasmed out, but his persistence and rhythm made another orgasm start to build. Quite how he found that in her she did not know, but she could feel him getting harder and harder as she got closer and closer. She cried out a little, then longer as her orgasm started, and he slammed in to her and his cock pulsed and more cum spewed into her cunt. Her tits ached from the swinging (which they were unaccustomed to at the time), but nevertheless, she loved that viscous snapping action.

When they had both finished, she felt his cock withdraw, and she heard him say she could see herself out. She looked round and he’d gone, leaving her cummy cunt flapping in the open, leaving her aching tits dangling and leaving her desperate for more cock. She wasn’t getting any though, and she put on the dress, having to be braless and choosing to be pantyless. She then left the room and went down to reception.

The concierge smiled that innocent concierge smile and handed her her bra (hanging, so the enormity of her cups was visible to anyone in reception). She brazened it out, thanking him and asking him to call her a cab.

She came down from the sexual high in the cab, and was exhausted, but pretty pleased with herself. Despite the pain, that was the most amazing sex she had had, the strongest and most repeated orgasms she had had, and she was desperate to get another dose; she’d never had that before. She had never got in a cab before holding her bra, panties in her bag, cum oozing from her cunt and throbbing nipples and clit. She was a wreck, but a very happy wreck.

Shortly after she got home, right when she was tending to her sore and abused clit and nipples, she received a text from him telling her she could be late in tomorrow. He’d sort it. My god, she thought, this might actually work.

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