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One For Each Year

4 March 2026 / / 2 Comments

I can’t quite believe my husband and I have been together for 14 years. And in those very early days, he groped my tits as if he owned them, he groped my ass like he’d never groped another, he filled my cunt over and over with hard, girthy cock and thick, sticky cum. And I loved it. I was his. I wanted him to take me over and over. And he did. Two and three times a day he fucked me, my cunt got very used to being filled very quickly.

My first period came, and far from slowing down or stopping fucking me because of it, he fucked me more. I always craved sex during my period and he was the first man to oblige. And we barely cleaned up from one lot before he was in me again, my bloody cunt being a magnet for his hard cock. And each time he did it, it felt that he took me again. His blood-soaked cock was in me, no matter what, taking me no matter what. I loved it. I was still his.

And then my cunt got a little uncomfortable. It needed some rest. And so, desperate for him to continue taking me over and over, I offered him my asshole. And he was kind and gentle and understanding, and well versed with fucking assholes, so even the first time, he started slow, but grew to be huge and strong with his thrusts. I didn’t like anal before, but with him, my asshole wanted to be taken, just as much as my cunt did, and I loved it. I was even more his.

Around the same time as the fourteenth anniversary of us being together, it was also the eighth anniversary of this blog. I thought I’d get bored of blogging by now. I thought no one would read it. I thought no one would like it. None of those turned out to be true. All the writing, all the memories. I’m incredibly horny all the time. My cunt is excited all the time. It wants to be filled all the time. Memory is powerful. My cunt is needy.

Also around the same time, it is the second anniversary of our free-use. I thought we’d get bored of that too, bored of being interrupted, tired of being used. I thought our cunts and asses would be worse for wear for all the sex. I thought someone would drop out or it would fold. None of those turned out to be true either. Over time, we grew to need more cock, we grew to need more use. My cunt is needier than ever.

Even an eight person gang bang didn’t sate it. It’s lust to be taken, it’s lust to be filled was growing more and more, and my asshole wasn’t far behind.

Ever since my husband and I got together, he liked marking and celebrating anniversaries, even sexualising anniversaries that weren’t sexual in themselves. He liked doing things to take me over and over again. I had a lust for a filled cunt, for a stretched asshole. And he always made anniversaries count.

The anniversary of us getting together is always celebrated on our own, just the two of us, emphasising our closeness and bond. But since our tenth anniversary of being together, he’s required me to orgasm the same number of times as the anniversary. This year, fourteen. He’s got 24 hours, but there’s just him. We both have to take the day off work. It is so tiring. Satisfying, but tiring.

He uses a spreader bar to keep my legs spread, to keep my cunt available to his hand, to his mouth, to his cock. My cunt barely has time to recover from cumming before he starts again. It gets so sensitive. My cunt needs him to stop, is crying out for him to stop. He knows the fight I have between cunt and brain. And he knows the brain will win. The cunt will have to put up with it. The cunt craves it really. I have orgasms to have. It has no choice.

And those orgasms arrive, as sure as night follows day. He forces my cunt through its refusal, til that orgasm builds again, til my cunt spasms again, gets wet again, sometimes even squirts. It gets milked again for every drop of girl cum, every drop of squirt.

It’s relentless. He’s relentless. I love relentless. My cunt loves it somewhat less. Still, it doesn’t have much choice.

And this year, we mirrored that first evening when we got together. We went out for an Indian (although this time, I had his cum dripping out of my cunt all the time we were eating). We watched a comedy DVD (the same one as fourteen years ago, although this time, he played with my cunt, he wanked me the entire time we were watching it).

Then we kissed, properly snogged. Although this time, the snogs were accompanied by hard wanking. I came mid snog. One of the fourteen. He didn’t stop snogging me. Or wanking me. I was his. He was doing as he wanted. And my body loved it. My cunt loved it.

Right throughout the day, more often than not, my cunt was filled. Cock when it was able, fingers or dildos when it wasn’t. I couldn’t concentrate. I couldn’t think. I was just a creator of wetness in his hands. I had no will. I just did as he wanted. My cunt just did what it was told.

I can’t explain how overwhelming it was, how much he just played my body like an instrument, over and over on a whim. It’s almost like he was reminding me every second that I used to think I was a one and done girl, reminding me that he made me this way, made me crave his cock, made me cum over and over. I felt like I was just about hanging on, doing what he wanted, proving again that I was his.

I had lost track of where I was, what my cumming tally was. I didn’t have to worry. I knew he’d get me the fourteen. But today was all consuming, today was wanking for wanking’s sake, today was planned to keep me sexually on the edge for the entire day. And my body had no choice. My brain wasn’t going to make him stop, he wasn’t going to stop.

As my cunt came again, just by his fingers this time, he shot me a loving smile, before ploughing four fingers into my cunt again, vigorous, powerful. I threw my head back and closed my eyes, crying out as he milked my tired and overused cunt. I heard a “Just one more, slut” from his soothing voice, my cunt’s ordeal was nearly over.

He briefly stopped whilst he pulled me onto his lap, his erect cock impaling my already lubed asshole as I sat, his hands reaching round my body to both continue the four finger cunt fuck and grope and paw at my already tender tits.

The filth being spoken into my ear, the aching and throbbing of my tits, my asshole being stretched by his still enormous cock, his four fingers filling my cunt and abusing my clit as they fucked it. It overwhelmed me yet again, and I came, hard, extended, not even allowed to finish that orgasm until his fingers decided. He dragged it out. As I stopped cumming, I came up for air.

It wasn’t just fourteen orgasms, it was almost the entire day of being masturbated, groped, tits manhandled, cock in all three holes (often with neither of us cumming, just for the penetration). I couldn’t settle, couldn’t relax even for a second. I was kept on that sexual high all day, I was kept on a submissive high all day (even in the restaurant, he managed it, not least through the cum trickling out of my cunt all the time I was there, my blouse being slightly more open than I’d ideally have liked and the fact that I had a sizeable, slightly uncomfortable butt plug in). I was even penetrated whilst I prepared the other meals of the day. There was literally no rest.

And my poor nipples were punished early on. Manuscript clips, foldback clips, squashing each nipple, the pain of them being applied, fading to a dull throbbing pain, and then the pain of them being removed and the blood rushing back into them. And all the time I endured that, he was masturbating me, almost trying to wipe away the pain with ecstasy from my cunt. Meticulous. Loving. Endurance.

I lost track of time right throughout the day. I lost track of orgasms after the first couple too. The intensity was like nothing he’s ever done. So completely overwhelming. I felt I was fighting just to remain present in the moment, and sometimes I didn’t succeed. Sometimes I drifted away, only to be brought back by an orgasm.

And once I’d had fourteen, and they were fourteen hard orgasms too, once the time slipped past midnight, he put me to bed, intending me to be alone to recover. I cried. I didn’t want him to leave me. So intense had the day been that I wasn’t emotionally able to be alone.

So instead, he spooned me, gripping on to a tit as he often does. It was familiar. It was comforting. It was what I needed. I finally slept, happy, sated, owned, his.

The Waifs and Strays Club (Part Four)

10 January 2026 / / 2 Comments

Nikki, a woman who we had seen fuck a number of times, a woman who my husband had longed to fuck for years, was finally about to be impaled by his rock-hard cock. He was about to make her a very rare thing, a woman who has taken his cock in her ass before her cunt.

She was still fairly broken from her fucking machine orgasms, so him placing a cushion under her waist meant she could still be supported whilst he fucked her. She felt lube get squirted onto her asshole and rubbed in by some fingers, the next squirt rubbed in by his glans, and all too soon, he was pressing on her ass pucker. Her asshole had no resistance and accepted his glans straight away, sucking his cock in and allowing him to push in in one fluid movement. She cried out as he completely filled her ass. It really felt like she’d never felt so full, and yet she knew, in a matter of seconds, that plug that was filling her asshole would start fucking it.

She breathed deeply and prepared herself, and in only a few moments, he started slowly withdrawing from her asshole, then forcefully driving back in again, each stroke slightly winding her. She’d seen that monster cock punish my asshole over and over again across the years, and now it was her asshole’s time. And punish it it did. Stretching her, filling her, the rubbing making an orgasm build, not twice but three times, between the first and second him yelling at me that I needed to focus on Sara’s clit. His drive was immaculate, his power good, his grip over her strong. All three of Nikki’s orgasms were exhausting empty cunt orgasms, this first two ignored by him as he ploughed on, the third very shortly followed by him cumming deep in her asshole.

As he leant over her, cock still buried in her asshole, but shrinking, he told her next time, he’d fill her cunt, and she smiled, a sleepy, tired satisfied smile and told him she could hardly wait.

The whole of Christmas Day was like this, orgasm after orgasm, someone taking a fuck from the fucking machine, the men fucking as soon as they had recovered, and lots of cunt licking between women in the meantime. My first orgasm of many came at the hands of the barman in my ass (as I suspected) and Paula working my tits. I was so hyped up I came so hard, and so quickly, that they both carried on and made me cum again.

Tits were aching from all the manhandling, cunts were aching from all the cumming, assholes knew they’d been penetrated over and over, and yet still no one stopped. This time was too precious.

Christmas evening brought about my second session on the fucking machine, and whilst my fuck was being run by the barman, with Sara (mostly) on my tits, my husband said he’d say when to stop the machine and let me off. And he sat watching my ordeal on the sofa, eating snacks and having Ella suck on his cock and licking his balls, making his cock and balls feel really pampered whilst me, his poor wife, was being brutalised by an unrelenting unyielding uncaring machine and a woman who wanted all the women’s tits to feel as achy and mistreated as hers were.

And at the end of the day, the grand finale for my husband was finally getting inside Nikki’s dripping well-used cunt. She knelt on the floor and then my husband pushed her forward, bending her over so her head touched the floor and her ass was left in the air. He parted her feet a bit, bringing her messy cunt into view, and then, after a bit of glans rubbing against her cunt, he pushed his cock in. Grabbing on to her hips for power, he started a nice slow rhythmic fucking. He’d cum a lot, we all had, so she settled in for a long long fuck. He felt good. She’d always admired his cock, and now it was his turn to fuck her cunt. She knew she could have it a lot more over time, but now, it was all for her. She relaxed, as he was holding her up, and with a smile, she just enjoyed the rubbing, enjoyed being filled, then emptied, then filled again. At one point, he pulled out, bent down and spat on her cunt a couple of times, before taking his position again and pushing his glans back into her cunt. The spitting on her cunt felt so demeaning, and yet felt so right. He’d so got her number.

He stayed steadfastly on rhythm, not allowing her orgasm to build. It seemed harsh to her, but she knew when he did make her cum, it would be good. No long fuck, no long build-up has ever gone to waste with him. He pulled her ass cheeks apart as he held her hips, deforming her asshole and allowing him to watch as he fucked. She felt his cock harden even more watching her asshole. He was probably remembering earlier just like she was.

And then, he adjusted position, pushing her hips forwards a bit and making her adjust her upper body on the floor. But now he was perfectly rubbing inside her cunt, tormenting her clit from the inside. Her orgasm started building quickly now, but that relentless slow drive was keeping him far from orgasm. Hers came fast and hard, and he ignored it, carrying on his relentless rhythm, her orgasm seeming irrelevant to him. Far from it in fact, but time after time, he pulled an orgasm out of her. Her cunt got tender and sensitive, she begged him to stop fucking her, but he didn’t. She knew he wouldn’t. She hadn’t used the safeword. It just upped the drama of the situation, upped the feeling in her cunt, upped the hardness of his cock and the power of his drive.

But even he in his well fucked state wasn’t immune to all that rubbing. He got bigger, she started crying out and that just spurred him on even more, trying to hang on a few strokes longer whilst his now sensitive glans rubbed inside her cunt again and again. She yelled for him to cum in her, he knew he wanted to. He did, but fought just a few more strokes, Nikki’s noise suggesting she was close, and eventually, when he did tip her over again, her cunt squeezing his cock did him this time and it squirted cum deep inside her, squirt after squirt, and as Nikki shuddered, paused, shuddered, paused, milking him as much as he was milking her.

And as soon as they had both stopped cumming and he had shrunk out of her cunt, he was replaced by Anna, her hands holding on to Nikki’s hips, her face buried in her cunt, devouring every millimetre of her cunt, every drop of their combined juices. Anna loved the taste of his cum, and to her, it tasted even better if it was mixed with some slut’s orgasm juices. Nikki sure felt like that slut, and it was amazing.

This fuck fest carried on until lunchtime on Boxing Day. My morning non-cumming sodomy was delivered by the barman, whilst Laura’s ex did it on Anna and my husband did it on Ella. My husband thought Anna really needed a submissive sodomy session. She was fretting about something and it calmed her right down, the not cumming calmed her right down, as it always does for me. Ella was intrigued when she saw me get it on Christmas morning, so my husband offered to show her what I felt. And she did feel it, the submissive feelings. Even that one sodomy session without her cumming started to make her more submissive. It was clear she’d want it again.

Paula had another go on the fucking machine, this time far longer than the first. She said she wanted it, and Carla made it happen, bringing Sara to pull on her already aching tits. Seeing poor Paula riding the machine, then getting broken by the machine made Sara want the same, for the machine to do that to her again, and she almost passed out from the stimulation this time. But as soon as she was dragged off it, she was spit roasted, ass and mouth this time by Ella and Nikki wearing strap ons. I’ve never seen Sara so used up, just trying to hang on for her absolute favourite fuck.

We rolled dice to see who got the last orgasm before we finished the fuckfest and decanted to the pub (where Carla and the barman were on duty for the rest of the day) and that was won by me, being finger fucked by Ella. She started off so gentle, so loving, so caring, and then over time, got harsher and more brutal, but I’d cum so much it was hard for her to drag one final orgasm out of me. I think her fingers were tiring, but she did manage it, with me clamping down on her fingers as she triumphantly made me cum.

We may have been waifs and strays, but we were liberally fucked and never for one second felt alone. Now that’s the way to spend Christmas!

The Waifs and Strays Club (Part Three)

6 January 2026 / / 0 Comments

It was starting to get light, and people were starting to rouse. I heard my husband from afar find out if everyone was awake (they were), and then he came over to me, rolled me over, putting a pillow under my waist, and then he began lubing my asshole, explaining to everyone how I have to have a hard sodomy session every single morning to make me submissive, subservient and to keep me happy for the rest of the day. It was a public exposure of my growing submissiveness that I wasn’t quite expecting, but I was at peace. Because it was the truth.

Ella went to put the kettle on as my husband prepared my asshole, with her only just returning as he pushed his cock against my ass pucker, my asshole eagerly sucking him in and with that, his hard strokes began, with his cock getting initially much harder, much girthier and much longer. I needed him to not make me cum. If I cum, I lose the sub head space that I want. So as always, this particular fuck was hard, unforgiving and all about him, and nobody was missing a second of it. And even though I had an audience, it did put me in the head space I wanted. This certainly wouldn’t be the last ass fuck I’d have today, but it was the most important.

And when he came and withdrew, he told them to leave me for a while, because I needed to not cum for a while. My slightly sore messy asshole was upwards, visible and needing some care. It didn’t get it, and I knew, I just knew, my next penetration from a hard cock would be one of the other men in my asshole again. I expected nothing less, no compassion, just building on and emphasising my previous fucks. Whilst my asshole really needed a break, my head didn’t want to give it one.

Carla and Ella made breakfast, whilst Anna sucked the taste of my asshole off my husband’s cock and the other men were having their cocks sucked too by Sara, alternating cocks whilst the other man pulled on her tits.

Paula was loading Nikki onto the fucking machine, pulling the leg straps tight, binding her wrists behind her back, impaling her cunt and asshole, the dildos still sticky from the night before. Ella crouched in front of Nikki and fed her a piece of toast, just as Paula turned the machine on. Three swallowed bites of toast was all she managed before the machine fuck took over, and Ella had to remove the toast and pop it on a plate. Carla stroked Nikki’s hair and groped at her tits, whilst Paula held Nikki in place, Carla encouraging her to fight her orgasms for as long as possible, to extend the machine fuck as long as possible. And Nikki would. For her, this party was about her reclaiming her public fucking mojo, was about her getting herself fucked as she had been denying herself for years, was about her recovering from her ex.

Nikki’s cries started quite quickly. Her mouth got very lude, her language a constant stream of filth, and all too soon, she came, hard. And after she came, Paula didn’t turn the machine off, she turned it up, made the vibrations and movements harder. She gave Nikki absolutely no rest, just ploughed on, Nikki calling her a fucking bitch and chastising her for carrying on, an action that was rewarded with get another increase in speed. Carla’s mauling of her tits got harder in sync with the fucking machine, and they got three more orgasms out of her before they took pity and turned the machine off.

I was just watching, left alone in my submissive state, knowing that I’d cum soon enough. In fact, I was fairly close to cumming just from the visuals of what was done to poor Nikki.

And the next visuals were from Sara, who, having got two cocks hard, proceeded to get a spit roast, her absolute favourite, the barman’s cock in her mouth, Laura’s ex in her cunt, and a bonus dildo buried in her ass. She loved showing everyone her spit roasted slut self, and she was so excited at being triply filled that she came over and over from it without the men getting near cumming. After a while of vigorous fucking, the men signalled to each other and pulled out, changing ends so that the barman’s hard cock coated with her saliva was pounded into her cunt, her cunt juice coating the hard cock of Laura’s ex in her mouth. The hard double ended fucking continued, Sara cumming a couple more times before the barman came as well. The barman had been holding her hips, holding her up whilst they fucked, but as soon as he came, he let go and she slumped on the floor, leaving Laura’s ex looking for somewhere to insert a very hard very excited cock to finish off.

He looked over and saw my ass, still propped up on a pillow, my cheeks slightly parted to reveal some of my husband’s cum round my ass pucker. I smiled, with almost pleading eyes, but heard my husband say to go for it, but I wasn’t ready to cum. I so was ready to cum, but I knew he was right, and I’d lose that submissive feeling I love if he made me cum. So, a quick squirt of lube and Laura’s ex pushed his enormous rock hard cock through my pucker. It was a little rougher than usual because he was way harder and way larger than usual, and whilst his cock felt slightly under-lubed, it was a little uncomfortable, but not painful, and any discomfort was soon forgotten as he started fucking away. Whilst his cock went really deep, really powerfully, his strokes were slow, deliberate, keeping his really excited cock from cumming too soon, prolonging my sodomy. It felt like his cock was stretching my asshole all the time, that long time slow strokes kept him hard, kept me filled.

He must have sensed that I was starting to build up to cum, because he accelerated, slamming hard and fast, and came in no time at all, filling my asshole with his creamy cum well before I got near to that orgasm I wanted so much. He stroked my hair, and told me I’d get to cum soon enough, but as his cock shrank out of my asshole, he left it feeling shockingly empty, a void where once was strength and power. He wiped his glans in my ass crack, adding more cum to it, marking me as the sodomy slut I truly am. The symbology was powerful, and added to my sense of submission.

After having a quick word in Ella’s ear, my husband’s attention turned to Nikki, who he still hadn’t fucked. He’d wanted to for so long, back when we didn’t trade partners, just fucked in front of others. His cock was hard, having just watched my anal pounding, and Nikki still hadn’t recovered from the fucking machine. But seeing his intent, she beckoned him down and took his already hard cock in her mouth, working it with her mouth and a hand, whilst she cupped his balls in her other hand. After not too long, he pulled out and rolled her over onto her front, pulling her waist up and pushing a pillow under her belly. He was going to have her ass first, make her that rarest of women that you got fuck her ass for the first time before fucking her cunt for the first time.

I felt someone part my ass cheeks and start licking down my ass crack, focussing on my ass pucker each time over. I looked over my shoulder to see Ella, on her hands and knees totally focussed on my ass crack. When my crack was cleared of cum, she focussed on my pucker, trying to tunnel the tip of her tongue through it, just managing it before going tiny fucking motions with it. It felt so good, so nice. Ella was great with her tongue.

Once her tongue got tired, she used a tongue and forefinger to stretch open my pucker and inserted a lubed dildo Carla handed to her, pushing it right in with a single movement, then starting to fuck my asshole with it, powered by her hands.

And then, she stopped, left it buried in my asshole and rolled me over, Carla spreading my legs wide and using her tongue on my moist cunt, licking firmly but avoiding my clit. I felt like I’d exploded if she simply flicked once over it, but she didn’t. I sensed my husband’s doing, still keeping me from cumming, yet building me all the time.

When Carla’s tongue tired, Paula took over, with the same frustrating clit-avoiding behaviour. My husband is a bastard some times. And when her tongue tired, my cunt was filled with a dildo like my asshole was, and Sara lowered her cunt to my mouth. I tried avoiding her clit, but someone (not her) viciously twisted my nipples backwards and forwards, with my husband (who was working on Nikki) shouting across to focus on her clit. Subservience at its best, I did what I was told, and got her squirting in my face for my trouble. She tasted so good, and I licked off all I could reach, the rest being left to dry on my face.

Nikki started screaming, which meant my husband had her where he wanted her too.

Carla Finally Sees Me (Part Three)

21 August 2025 /

It was time. Time to make Carla pay. Time to make her cum. She was kneeling between my legs licking me out, and I didn’t want to start building up to another orgasm, well, not one of mine.

I pushed her head away from my cunt, and twisted round on the sofa, looking directly at her cunt and sticking my tongue out vaguely towards it. She got the idea and climbed onto the sofa, her moist sticky cunt touching the end of my tongue. I started flicking my tongue around, loving her taste and making her hips move, small movements to ride my tongue.

I pulled at the waistband of her top, causing her to pull it up over her head and throw it aside. She then unclipped her bra and threw that aside too, all whilst still riding my tongue. I put my hands up and roughly grabbed a tit in each, squeezing, pulling, twisting as my husband does to me. She wasn’t saying a lot, no flurry of filth now, but her moans were getting louder and her cunt was getting slicker as I got rougher with her tits and as my tongue got deeper into her welcoming cunt. Eventually, she clamped my head to her cunt, her cunt spraying her juices all over my face. I didn’t stop licking, didn’t stop mauling her tits, and after her orgasmic shudders had subsided, she started riding my tongue again. I thought it would take a long time, but it really didn’t, and soon, she was clamping my head again, and oozing all over my face again.

But this time, she climbed off and leant beside me, a broad smile on my juice coated face. She started licking my face, every so often kissing me full on and transferring her juices to my mouth. We both swallowed and she started again. There was a lot of stickiness to clear off my face, a lot of her cum for us to taste.

And once she did, she wiped our faces to remove any residual stickiness her tongue hadn’t deal with, then lay beside me and started tonguey kisses, deep, probing. I put my right hand to her lower back and brought my left to her cunt, finger fucking her quite gently at first, then more vigorously as we carried on the deep full mouth kissing. Holding her in place, only touching her clit every so often with my thumb, I was pumping three fingers into and out of her cunt as fast as I could manage.

As she briefly started to lose focus on the kissing, I knew she was near again. The closer she got, the more breaks there were in the kissing, and soon, she came again, finger shudders dragging more orgasm out of her. The kissing had stopped, but recommenced again after her orgasm subsided. I love a girl that keeps coming back for more, no matter what.

But I broke the kissing, moving a little to ease my discomfort, and to allow me to finger fuck her with a ferocious speed. Her mouth was wide open, her eyes staring, as my fingers pounded at her cunt, slamming in and pulling out like an over-speeding piston. Her mouth got that little bit wider, as did her eyes, as my hand was fast and ferocious. I had the look of an evil genius in a film, my eyes filled with determination, lust and viciousness. I was whispering to her not to cum yet. She didn’t deserve another one. She was whimpering, she was shaking, she was crying out. I knew the poor girl was struggling, and I was enjoying it. I’m so often on her side of this deal, so it was great to be the tormentor for once.

I told her that as she was nasty to me, she didn’t deserve to cum again, whilst accelerating my fingers again. She was begging now, saying she did deserve to, how she was as big a slut as I was, how she needed to cum over and over, and as I heard her breath catch in her throat, I told her she wasn’t allowed to cum, whilst just tipping her over the edge and making her cum. I did the shudders this time, milking her orgasm for all I had. My fingers were tiring, so once she was done, I put my fingers to her mouth and told her to taste what a naughty slut tasted like. She did, eagerly.

As she relaxed into cuddling me, I couldn’t resist fingering her cunt again, with the other hand this time. As her moaning built up, she managed to say that she was so sensitive, a revelation what only encouraged me to be more harsh, and oh so soon, she started to cum again. This time, I stopped the finger motion, letting her clamp down hard on my fingers. She had a number of hard squeezes. I really didn’t need to milk her, her body was just doing it herself.

And then we just cuddled and kissed. That was enough orgasms for the moment. No idea how long we kissed for, but it reminded me of when I got with my husband, our lips just never left each other’s. We felt sleepy, dreamy, but eventually, she said there was something she wanted to try with me, to share with me, something she’d never used with anyone else, something she had saved for someone really special.

She came back with a box, and inside was something wonderful. It was a harness for us to sleep in. There were two black fine mesh bodies, with leather straps, tits and cunt fully exposed on each. The two bodies were strapped together face to face, meaning our tits would be pushed together. There were two clips to link our nipples to each other, her left to my right and vice versa, and two clips to link our cunt flaps together, her left flap to my right and vice versa. The strap down each ass crack was designed to hold a butt plug in place, and there were two hefty plugs, one each. To finish the set off, there was a long chunky double ended dildo to fill our cunts, and the leather thigh straps were short enough to ensure our bodies could not be far enough apart for the dildo to slip out.

I wasn’t sure how much sleep we’d get, but it was so sexy that I wanted to try it out. So did she, and after wrestling to get it all on, we settled down face to face, nipples and flaps linked, cunts and assholes filled. The intrusions were sizeable, the clips were tight and both the clips and intrusions were just a tad uncomfortable. We kissed a bit, but did soon drift off to sleep. All those orgasms tired us out.

When we awoke, we kissed some more, bodies still held together, cunts and assholes still filled. Between kisses, she said she was so pleased I shared the harness with her. She’d had it for a long time, but never wanted to share it with anyone before me. More kisses, then I told her we’d wear it again tonight. She smiled, and said she’d like that. More kisses. I found myself hoping my husband was properly kissing Anna, as well as nailing her relentlessly obviously.

I was broken from my thoughts by Carla brushing my hair off my face, and asking if I wanted to try something else she used on herself, but had never used on anyone else. Was I ready to cum again? Always girl, always.

Making Me Wait (Part Two)

15 August 2023 /

Having had my ass filled with my husband’s cock, and then had an empty asshole for a couple of hours, with nothing to do other than think about how full my asshole was and now empty it now was, I was hyped up and craving a full asshole again. After that two hours of torture, he had me fill my cunt with my yoni stone and my ass with my inflatable butt plug (inflated to eyewatering levels) and then I was to use my wand to cum on camera for him.

With the vicious wand (which is my preferred wand these days), I usually started on low power and then stepped up the power to get to the highest settings, but not today. I was desperate to cum, so I whacked it on full power and applied the clit tool. I was so hyped up, so ready to cum, that I came in under thirty seconds, and it was a big one too, making me cry out loud and dampen the sheet between my legs.

As soon as the orgasm was over, I applied the wand to my clit again, still on full power. I was so relieved to cum, but I knew instantly that it wasn’t enough. I needed more. I needed another strong powerful orgasm. I was so hyped up that I just needed to cum again right now. It was only a couple of minutes of full-on clitoral assault before I was cumming again. I yelled the house down and realised after I had finished that I was a ball of sweat with an ever-growing damp patch on the sheets.

For a few moments, I forgot myself, but then I remembered the instructions. Three with the wand, so back on went the wand, causing my clit to throb a little in pain. I was in that place where I couldn’t give a fuck about it – my clit was taking one for the team. It was painful to apply the vicious wand, yet I had to apply it because I needed that third orgasm. My clit would just have to suffer. At least I would get both the pleasure and the pain. Sublime!

But even with the vicious wand on full power, the third orgasm was taking a while to come. I was so desperate, and my clit was throbbing with overuse, but I couldn’t deploy my fingers to help. I sometimes think you can wish too much, and it hinders you, and this is where I was. But the camera was running, and I needed to cum. All whilst I was holding the vicious wand at full power on my clit, I tried to calm down and think of the mercilessness of the pegging I’d dish out to his ass next time I was doing it. I felt the all-important warning signs in my cunt and started to move my hips to maximise the orgasm. Even though I was so desperate to cum, on instinct I tried to hold it off as long as I could. Eventually, though, the wave of orgasm overcame me, and I yelled in pleasure at my release.

I considered stopping there, but I really wanted that spanking, and so quickly began working on orgasm number 4, this time, without the wand, but with three fingers fucking my cunt, lubricated by my juices with just a thumb occasionally stroking across my throbbing clit. My finger fuck was quick to bring along number 4, and I didn’t even lose rhythm in carrying on towards number 5. It was hard work and quite a long finger fuck, but I eventually crept across the line for orgasm 5. One more to go, but I felt I needed to try something else.

I applied the wand to each nipple in turn, until they were each rock-hard and enormous. Then I moved the wand down and applied it to my perineum, wedging it against the bed, ensuring I could feel the vibrations right through my butt plugged ass and yoni stone filled cunt. Then I started tweaking and squeezing my poor clit with one hand, and finger fucking my cunt with the other. All this built up to provide me with orgasm 6, a new personal best for me in such a short space of time, and an orgasm that required a lot of persistence and a lot of patience. But I still delayed it as long as I could, and it was another big one.

I was totally exhausted, and a dripping sweatball. The pose he had me in was not flattering and the intensity of the hour-long session tired me out. I stopped the filming and messaged him to say I was done for all six. He messaged me back saying how great it was and how much my ass would regret it later. That made me smile.

But then, in a separate message, he asked if I wanted another orgasm before he came home, and I stupidly said I probably would. So then came another set of instructions. I was to remove the yoni stone and inflatable butt plug, and then lay still in the same unflattering position to watch the video I had just made in full, without speeding it up or missing anything out, and whilst watching it, I wasn’t allowed to touch my cunt, ass, or tits. I hate looking at myself on video, so I’ve generally not watched if he records me. This time, he was trying to get me worked up again, and he succeeded, because even though the pose was very unflattering, I was worked up and ready to cum again by the end of the video.

It was a brilliant plan and one I could not resist. When he got home from work, I was still watching the videos and he made me finish watching it and cum one last time before he started working on me.

He checked back the videos to make sure I had complied, and as a reward, he gave me that spanking he promised. At least a thorough and harsh ass spanking distracted me from the pain in my clit for a bit, and finally, after my ass was red, marked and painful, he lubed up my asshole and gave me that ass fuck I’d been needing all afternoon. It was heaven, and I swear he was even larger than before. He kept my ass filled and fucked for another whole hour, by this point, I was well beyond exhausted, and therefore, he just kept it in there as long as he wanted. Ever since this started, all I wanted was his cock in my ass again, and I got it for a whole hour.

He could see how exhausted I was, and he didn’t want me focussing on my empty asshole again when he finally finished, so this time, when he finally withdrew his cock, he replaced it with my comfy butt plug. He knew I could dream and squeeze down on that as much as I liked whilst I rested and recovered. It turned out to be a very long day, and one I absolutely adored, and when I woke up, I wanted his cock inside my ass again…..

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