The Sex Lives of KinkyMira and Friends

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I’m So Hor-neeeeeeeee (Part Two)

12 January 2023 /

My constant horniness and my drive for orgasms brought on by his cock had turned me into a bit of needy sex slut in those first few weeks of our relationship. Luckily, my husband never tired of fucking, and the more I had, the more I wanted, especially outside the bed, which was a world I was really only starting to appreciate at this point.

One evening a few weeks into our relationship whilst we were cuddling on the sofa after a bent over the sofa arm fuck, he asked whether I had been fucked in every room in the house. (It was my place from before we got together). I admitted I hadn’t, and he said he thought we needed to put that right. I would have never been interested in such an idea before (I was more of a comfort kind of girl back then), and yet I found that I really wanted to do it.

So, during the course of the first few months, we did fuck in every room, firstly fairly randomly, latterly with a little more purpose to fill in the gaps. Then, I suggested we go round again this time doing anal (as we were fairly well practised by then) and during the second year, we added pegging too, as by then he was well used to being pegged and I was enjoying training his ass to take larger dildos.

During that time, the lounge was the most fucked in room; that sofa was thoroughly misused, with various sitting positions, being bent over the arms or seats and kneeling on the seat leaning on the back of the sofa to allow him access from behind. We could also almost lie out flat across the sofa, so he could give me anal and cuddle down behind me whilst he was doing it.

An early favourite location was at the bottom of the stairs; I stood one step up and bent at the waist and lay my lower arms flat on a stair. The effect was to make my ass the highest part of me and to really open out my cunt for viewing. I got excited, even then, by the exposure and the vulnerability. He still loves this position and a step lower for my feet works well for anal too. The rawness of this position really emboldened us to find interesting ways to fuck, not just on a rug on the floor in a given room.

And some rooms weren’t easy to fuck in. In the (really quite small) bathroom, we found a small piece of wall where Lazy Man was a viable position. We also found we could do Reverse Cowgirl with me sitting on him sitting on the toilet – a much repeated favourite.

The second bedroom was so full of stuff that standing up was the only option, and it was my first experience of being fucked up against a wall. It was also my first experience of my legs giving way after an orgasm and ending up being wedged up against the wall hanging on a cock. This position is even better in anal, as me being pressed against a hard surface means he gets real drive and power.

The final place inside that house that we ticked off was the kitchen. I know it is rather unhygienic to fuck in the kitchen, and I took a lot of persuasion to do it, but I enjoyed this enormously. Our favourite was bent over the sink, and I got fucked this way every couple of weeks. We also fucked against the washing machine, bent over the cooker (when it wasn’t on, of course), bent over the work surface, and on the floor. Anal in particular is unhygienic, so he really enjoyed nailing my ass in the kitchen. There is something incredibly dirty about being anally fucked in a kitchen, followed by cooking a meal in there shortly afterwards. I know it is wrong, but I just love it.

He initiated the idea of fucking in every room in that house, and that just morphed into something bigger. We’ve fucked in every bed we’ve ever slept in, every car we’ve had, every room we’ve stayed in and every room in every house we’ve lived in.

But there were two more places on that first property he had suggested, and it did take me a while to dare to try. We had a back garden and a shed, and he thought we should fuck in them. (There was no front garden – the door opened straight onto the street). I hadn’t fucked outside since university, and the garden was rather overlooked, so it would be a risky business. The breakthrough came one weekend when we’d been clearing out the shed. I couldn’t get the idea out of my mind (and we were on the verge of moving out, and my mind had come to the conclusion that I would regret not fucking in those two places, so I decided not to put panties on and when the shed was mostly clear, I bent over the workbench, slipped my skirt up over my ass cheeks and he got the message. The shed window had a net curtain, and I was facing the window, and given there was no light in the shed, I doubt anyone could see us, but it felt quite risky anyway. Over the course of the next week, we did anal and pegging in there too.

So, there was outside left. We had a gazebo with sides in the garden, so we fucked in there first. This was quite difficult, as it is hard for me to stay quiet when fucking, but we seemed to get away with it, by fucking late at night (as it was the summer). We did all three types in there, and cunt quite a lot more.

We finally began fucking outside properly when we got back home one night about 3am. I wanted a fuck and when we looked outside, it was pretty black. So, we stripped off and he fucked me in the middle of the lawn. It was amazing feeling the wind blowing over me. We only had two weeks before we moved house, so we did a couple more 3am encounters to do the anal and pegging, and our task was complete. In later times, we realised this was our first real sexual challenge, and I’m glad we did complete it. Each time we move, one of the first things he does in our new kitchen was to put a table on the wall with tick boxes for this challenge.

Since then, we’ve fucked in every shed, every garage (both inside and outside the car) and every garden (including front ones and communal ones). We’ve even fucked on the communal stairs and private balconies in the block of flats we’ve lived in and we’ve fucked a number of times late at night in our storage units.

We’ve never missed an opportunity, and the weight of all that history makes us determined to not miss one in the future.

And all that weight of history, all those amazing memories of fucks, all those taboo places and acts ticked off just make me want to wank myself silly. No wonder I’m always horny. Sometimes, even a good hard orgasm from my fingers isn’t enough to douse the horniness for long, and I have to go again and again, until my fingers can take no more. This has the feeling of being one of those times.

I’m So Hor-neeeeeeeee (Part One)

3 January 2023 /

I’m So Hor-neeeeeeeee, even for me. I don’t know what is going on with my body today. I’m just ridiculously horny.

To be fair, I’ve been drafting blog posts all day, and I always end up horny, but writing these blogs is a careful balancing act. If I act on my horniness (i.e., if I cum), I lose interest and the ability to write sexy stuff. If I’m not the slightest bit horny at the start, I just can’t write sexy stuff at all, and I can’t force it: it just turns out boring and a turn off.

So, my struggle, loyal blog reader, is to stay horny whenever I’m writing and to only act on my horniness once I’ve finished for a writing session. That’s easier said than done, when you spend hour upon hour reading about and reminiscing about how your cunt was filled, or how your ass was filled or spanked, or how you got to lick a delicious juicy cunt. And the more frustrated I get (by not allowing myself to cum), the more filthily descriptive I get too. I put myself through this torture just for you all, which is why I’m always very pleased to find out that people wank to my posts. I want to be doing it, so I’m glad you lot are!

And getting to a hundred blog posts has brought about a bit of a checkpoint in my sex life, a bit of musing really, about me, how I’ve changed, how my sex life has changed and what this blog is doing for me.

I mean, I’m a totally different sexual beast than I was a nearly eleven years ago, when I first got with my now husband. I was very much an “in bed” girl at that point. I’d fucked a few women at university, but I’d decided to commit to my men of the time and tried to give women up (although there was the odd one who sneaked through). I also ended up not doing any sexual experimentation and turned very vanilla, really because the men in question were. None of them made me orgasm often from their cocks, and I genuinely thought it was me, that I was one of those women who had trouble cumming from penetration alone.

Indeed, the first time, my husband’s cock didn’t make me cum, although that was most probably him being out of practice at staying erect and therefore not fucking me for long enough to allow me to cum. But it felt so good to have him cumming inside me that I didn’t care. And I didn’t expect anything, so I was very happy.

I still remember how smug he was when he made me cum that first time. I’d told him I didn’t cum from penetration (to allow him to enjoy sex without focussing on something I thought wouldn’t happen). So, when his cock was rubbing on the top of inside of my cunt right behind my clit, and I told him how good it felt, he focussed on that one body movement. I think he sensed it. These days, I’d tell him to be careful and he’d slow down to prolong our fuck, but on that day, I just needed for once to cum by a cock, I was desperate to cum by penetration alone. But even then, I couldn’t resist trying to hang on, trying to delay what I then realised was the inevitable. But the tip of his cock rubbing was sooooo goooood that I didn’t stand a chance, and when I did cum, I gripped onto his body, cried out and shuddered in a way I never really had before, his continued rhythmic thrusting just prolonging my body-wide convulsions.

He did look smug, indeed, as he kissed me again, he told me I’d need to get used to cumming hard, because it was quite easy to make happen. I told him to not make a big deal of it, but secretly, I knew it was a big deal and that my sex life had just got a load better, and indeed, it is very infrequently that we fuck, and I don’t cum.

But going back to the beginning, and the night my now-husband first kissed me he could have fucked me if he wanted. Proper snogging with tongues, playing with my covered tits and deciding we should be an item seemed enough for him though.

During these early days of our relationship, long before we got kinky, we were very tentative, as I didn’t want to scare him off. I first got my tits out for him, and he first sucked on my nipples the third day we were together. He popped in several times on that third day, and each time, I got more brazen in thrusting my naked tits at him. He first fucked my cunt on our fifth evening (and as I have had a coil since well before this, we have always been bareback). My blouse was undone, and my bra was off, my tits proudly out in all their glory, and my skirt was pulled up around my waist (and I was pantyless from before he had arrived). I was playing with his cock and then rubbing my exposed crotch against him in Cowgirl, and he slipped in; I made him grow with a combination of my cunt muscles and having my naked tits in his face, and I made him cum inside me for the first time of many. How long had I waited for that, and how good did it feel? But a partially unclothed fuck set the scene and even to this day, I’m rarely totally naked for a fuck, not because I want to hide my body, but because partially clothed seems a whole lot sluttier.

We split our early fucking between the bed and the sofa although the sofa was definitely seeing more of the action. The second time I had his cock in my cunt, we were on the sofa, his cock was getting quite hard, and I just clambered up, pulled my panties aside and climbed on. Something like that was pretty unusual for me, but I couldn’t resist. The fourth time we fucked was in Reverse Cowgirl on the sofa, and that was quite a thing for me, as my ass was a little larger than on my photo and was still a little conscious of it. So, to put my ass as the main thing he could see was quite a thing. I remember him cumming pretty quickly, so he clearly liked what he saw.

Over the first few weeks, we fucked on the sofa more than in the bed, that poor sofa getting quite a hammering. (In fact, a few years later, we fucked it to death, one by one the springs going as we fucked on it. It gave its life for my orgasms, and for that, I am eternally grateful).

Little did I know when I got with my husband just how much of his sex life before me had been out of the bedroom. For many years, he was a big fan of ass up head down type positions and having a woman bent over stuff. The bulk of his sex life was friends with benefits type arrangements, and often, that was opportunistic not in bed type scenarios.

So, us fucking on the sofa gave him the impression that I was used to doing this, and he just carried on in the same vein. I was so turned on by the naughtiness of fucking outside the bed that I got carried away, my horniness levels were high and consistently so, and this only drove my requirement for some hard fucks.

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!)

A Real Cock And My Husband’s Asshole

23 February 2022 /

There was much anal penetration over the following few days, with my husband introducing Sara to his hard up against the wall anal fuck on the second evening, and her wanting a repeat on the third. Her husband learned from the demonstrations, and he practised on me, something I was very happy with, although it was a bit of a head fuck to have my husband giving him angle tips and advice on how to make the position the most eye-watering and overwhelming that it can be. The pre-breakfast fuck was always vaginal and never with our own husband, including out on the patio one sunny morning when they knew their neighbours were out and my favourite kitchen tits dunking in a sink full of water fuck.

But there was one asshole in particular I was desperate to get filled with a real cock, and that was my husband’s. I had explained to Sara why I was so desperate for my husband to feel a real cock, and it put the idea in her head for her husband too. Like us, Sara regularly pegs her husband, so he is used to having substantial things in his asshole, but as she well knows, a real cock is so different that they really needed to feel for themselves.

It was the fourth night, and Sara and I decided that was the night for their respective ass deflowerings: the first time each of them would have a real hard cock up their ass. I know my husband is pan, and Sara (for whatever reason) was of the opinion that her husband would be amenable to man-on-man penetration.

However, we decide to get them all excited and hard by acting all dom, dressing the part, and then ordering them to butt fuck each other. By lovely coincidence, we both had underbust corsets, mine in a glorious purple, Sara’s in black studded with black sequins. We both had black stockings and suspenders and Sara produced a couple of military style commanders’ flat caps: perfect to finish off the outfit.

We knew the men were a bit excited by our outfits; the amount their cocks sprung up from flaccid showed us that. We told them what was about to happen to them, and they were drooling so much at our outfits and tits, cunts, and asses that they didn’t object. They lapped it up as we told them we’d warm them up by giving them a visual feast of Sara and me using strap-ons on each other’s asses, and we probably went on slightly too long fucking each other.

Sara put me into the diaper position, with my legs up her front and spread apart so that her tits were visible between my legs. Her feet were on the floor, allowing her to get good drive and her hands were on my hips, ensuring I didn’t travel up the chaise and felt the full force of each thrust. But what was most sexy and emotional was that we could look into each other’s eyes whilst she was fucking me. We totally forgot the men were in the room, as Sara rhythmically drove her strap-on dildo into my asshole, all the while focussing on each other’s eyes and tits. Strapped on to the top of the strap-on was a rabbit that connected with my clit on each thrust (Sara making sure my clit was uncovered before we started). Repeated rubbing of the rabbit on my clit made me cum multiple times, all the while Sara was keeping up the rhythm in my asshole and looking lovingly into my eyes.

When Sara had tired herself out (which took quite some time), it was my turn to fuck her asshole. I can’t sustain the position she did, so I had her face down, holding a bullet vibe against her clit. I held her ass cheeks open whilst I inserted the tip of the strap-on and then pushed in, culminating in me laying down on her back, arms and legs outside hers and head to one side of hers. All the time I was thrusting into her, I was cocooning her and whispering filth that the men couldn’t hear. It is a very intimate position, and Sara did get quite overwhelmed with the emotions of the thrusting, the cocooning, and the filthy talk. As usual with a strap-on, I had rolling orgasms from the dildo rubbing on my exposed clit, and Sara had a number from the vibe and the fucking motions. All-in-all, we were deliriously happy.

But we forgot what we were there for: to warm up the men. They did get a great view of us butt fucking each other though, and as such, they were both fairly hard, but Sara’s husband’s cock was harder than my husband’s, so Sara unilaterally decided that he should fuck my husband’s asshole first. Sara lubed up my husband’s asshole, whilst I lubed up her husband’s cock, and then I brought the tip of his cock to nudge against my husband’s asshole, which Sara was pulling open by pulling on his cheeks with her hands. I grabbed her husband’s balls and massaged them in my hand, as Sara encouraged him to push in with some incredibly filthy words.

And slowly, he did nudge his way in. He had virtually no resistance from my husband’s asshole, which as you know is well used to taking large dildos. But a real cock feels different, and you could tell from my husband’s face just how much he loved it.

As Sara’s husband’s cock got a little deeper, Sara and I both let go and stepped back to get a good vantage point for this man-on-man ass deflowering.

They were really getting into it, as my husband was moaning loudly (although he does with a strap-on too), and her husband was getting faster and faster with big strokes and simultaneously yelling that my husband’s asshole was going to wish it hadn’t got up this morning. That sort of language really gets my husband going, and his asshole took every one of the long pounding drives that Sara’s husband was dishing out.

And as time went on, the penetrating cock got larger and larger, until in a frenzy of thrusts, he suddenly stopped moving and his ass muscles demonstrated he was filling my husband’s ass with cum. My husband was ecstatic, as was I. Finally, we achieved my ambition of getting a real cock to cum in his asshole, and what a glorious fuck it was too.

As Sara’s husband’s cock slipped out of my husband’s asshole, my husband was talking up what he was going to do to her husband’s asshole as soon as he had recovered. While we waited, her husband persuaded us to do another round of warm-up with Sara and I using strap-ons on each other again. I didn’t take much persuading, and I could see my husband’s cock getting harder as Sara’s strap-on was slamming into my asshole.

And soon it was her husband’s turn to be knelt over the chaise, with me lubing up his asshole and Sara lubing up my husband’s cock. My husband loves a good asshole, and he tormented her husband with a very long, very slow fuck, with his cock getting very hard and really testing the internal diameter of his asshole.

But her husband didn’t shy away from the challenge, and in fact, his language only served to intensify the ass fuck. Saying things like how his asshole deserved a dirty little cock filling it only increases my husband’s size and resolve to hang on as long as possible. Particularly effective on my husband’s cock was her husband saying how hard his cock would be and how long he’d fuck my husband’s asshole next time. He said he was too excited this time, but he’d punish my husband’s asshole from the inside next time and for way longer than before. I could see my husband’s cock was rock solid and nowhere near cumming, which meant that his torture of her husband’s asshole was long and unrelenting. But eventually, he could hold on no more, and he pumped a whole load of cum into the other man’s asshole.

Today was the day where both men had their first all-male ass fucks, both giving and receiving, and it was a glory to watch. I think they were both amazed how different a real cock was from a strap-on. The real cock was a tantalising mix of softness and hardness of the cock, smaller but with growing and cum depositing. The strap-on is almost brutal in comparison, what with unforgiving materials and larger sizes. They both admitted they love both and will want both going forward.

Indeed, as I expected, over the next few days, the two men ass fucked on a number of occasions, including once each in my husband’s against the wall hard anal fuck position: he got to see just how amazing that position is on the receiving end for himself. As they got better and curbing their excitement, their cocks got harder and maintained it for longer, giving them a glimpse of the amazing anal fucks us girls get every time. Even after we left, I knew they’d ass fuck again and again. Real cock in your asshole is addictive (I should know), and they’d got the bug. Nothing was going to stop either of them feeling it again.

Nurse Mira (Part Two)

21 September 2020 /

I was standing there in my gaping nurse’s tunic, a white bra, a nurse’s cap and white stockings and suspenders. I still had cum slowly oozing out of my cunt and I had him lying face down in a traditional theatre gown, his ass framed by the opening at the back.

He knew his ass was about to be invaded by an inflatable butt plug. I parted his cheeks and opened his pucker with one hand, first spitting and then drooling onto his pucker to provide a little lubrication. I used the butt plug to spread around the spit and then smoothly but purposefully inserted the deflated butt plug through his pucker.

Then I started inflating it. He has a greedy ass, so I knew he’d take a fair size, and I kept pumping, counting the squeezes of the bulb. When he started saying how full he felt, I paused to allow his ass a chance to relax to the invasion, and I stood by his face again to allow him to look at and smell my cummy cunt whilst stroking his hair and saying soothing and encouraging words. After a few minutes, I pressed on with inflating it, only stopping once he was almost sobbing because of how large it was. I wrote down the number of bulb squeezes, and then I helped him to turn over to use his weight to keep the inflated butt plug firmly in place.

He was clearly uncomfortable, which was my plan, and I left him there with the massive invasion in his ass for nearly a couple of hours. I knew the large invasion would make it difficult for his cock to get hard again, but that was my challenge. When I returned, I took the measurements of his flaccid cock that I missed before, and then I started masturbating his cock in the same way as before, and as I expected his cock wasn’t really playing ball.

Deciding that he needed visual and nasal stimuli, I gracefully climbed onto the bed and knelt in a face-sitting type position, facing down his body with my cummy cunt hovering over his face (but out of reach of his tongue).

I knew my cunt was having an effect, as his cock was starting to stir again. I bent forward over his body, my mostly covered tits pressing into his chest, and lined my mouth up with his cock. Just before I started sucking on his cock, I felt some cum start to drip out of my cunt, and I glanced back to check it landed on his face.

All that stimulation worked, and his cock once again started to get hard. After I felt I had tantalised him enough, I lowered my cunt to his face and allowed him to start licking the cum off and out of me. That did it, and his cock once again got very hard, twitched, and this time, I took the load of cum in my mouth.

I desperately needed to cum, but that really wasn’t on scenario at this point. So, I reluctantly climbed off him, and standing next to his bed, I spat and dribbled the cum out of my mouth into his open mouth (without our lips touching). Until that session, I’d never found spitting or dribbling cum to be sexy, but in the heat of the moment, it was incredibly arousing.

When I had spat as much of his cum into his mouth as I could, I told him to swallow, and I did the same.

I was still desperate to cum, so having briefly left the room, I returned with Adam, his big dildo mounted in my strap-on harness. His eyes widened on seeing it. He knows what happens now: I always expose my clit whilst putting on the strap-on, and as I drive in and out, the flat end of the dildo rubs on my clit and makes me cum repeatedly. It is always a massive challenge for me to keep a consistent rhythm to build to his orgasm; it doesn’t feel right just to use his asshole to hold a dildo whilst I cum over and over.

Normally I warm him up with smaller dildos first, but I figured he was warmed up enough by the inflatable butt plug. I started sensually lubing up the dildo, making sure to stroke up and down the full length of the dildo with my hands.

I told him that this test I was about his ability to cum by anal stimulation alone, and I told him to turn over in preparation for the test. Adam was quite a challenge for him at this time (although he has moved on to larger ones now), and in the preceding weeks, I had only just built up to getting Adam all the way in on a vigorous motion.

I released the air from the inflatable butt plug, and in one motion pulled it clear of his ass. His asshole gaped for a few seconds, as it had been held wide open for nearly a couple of hours, and as it started to slowly close up, I clambered onto the bed and inserted the tip of the dildo in through the gaping asshole.

I firmly pushed the dildo in as deep as it would go, and he reared up with a little yelp as I drove in.

I leant forward and gave him a mirror, so that he could look back and see me riding him. He hadn’t seen me undo the top half of the tunic, so my white bra covered tits and free-to-view nipples were on show.

I focussed on his asshole and started to build up my rhythm. It didn’t take many strokes before I felt my first orgasm starting to build. I was determined to keep quieter than normal in these circumstances, but some noise did escape my lips as I came the first time. As usual, I tried to not break rhythm, despite a shuddering orgasm, and then I carried on with a slightly higher tempo.  Wave after wave passed over me, and all the time, his asshole just accepted Adam’s full length every time.

Eventually, my clit was starting to feel a little sensitive and a little tender and my rolling orgasms came to an end, allowing me to focus solely on his asshole and making him cum. With me making sure I was almost making the dildo pop out of his asshole on every stroke and driving it in as hard as I could manage on every stroke, he got louder and that made me even more resolute to complete the job.

I was in a race against time before my body gave out, but each moan of his was a little louder until eventually his body tensed and then released as he screamed out. I had a final few big slams into his asshole, and then lay down so my tits rested on his back, cuddling down to him.

Once I got my strength back, I got up, extracted the dildo from his asshole and climbed off. Then I rolled him over and looked at the mess I had made. I bent over and licked his cum off his body and the sheets, and then leant over him and again spat cum into his mouth.

With my tits still out, I declared his examination over, and that he may be called back for some more tests at a later point, and I left him to it.

I was very happy how that session had played out and I had more good ideas for the next session, but had to wash the uniform first, as it appeared to have cum on it. Not sure how that happened!

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