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Tag: Snuggle

What Needed Doing (Part One)

Eloise gently woke the three of us, her naked tits swinging in our faces as she nudged us awake in our bed. I would enjoy sucking on those nipples, but for now, we had to get up and get ready for a day of actual work, and it was the rarest of days here, where we wore some clothes. We were reviewing the plans for the changes and given we would be in the loft and other similar places, it was decided that each person would wear some clothes. Most opted for trousers, but I had a short skirt and thick stockings, and we all had tight tops that hid nothing of our tits or nipples, and shoes obviously. I do find that covered by clearly visible tits look to be very sexy, so was turned on all day.

The architect was another woman, a former guest here who would be returning, so she both understood the place and had a vested interest in getting the changes right. And the list of changes had grown a lot since we first started talking. At the time of our first visit, I thought it was very dated inside, and that there were a number of facilities I was surprised were absent. My biggest complaint was a lack of kink facilities, something we were intent to resolving. Kiara’s main complaint was about arrangements inside the rooms, which made some prime fucking places very difficult to get a decent audience. She also had a list of missing facilities.

But there was much more to do than just sort that. The ground floor was a mish-mash of small rooms, mostly internal and dingy, used as storerooms and the like, but taking up a lot of space. Additionally, when the place was converted, a large kitchen was built, with a dining room to take all the guests at the same time. But over time, the food service changed, and it was a more constant flow of individual meals, which meant that such a large kitchen was not needed, and the dining room even less.

What had been done was to identify what walls were load-bearing, and what were not, thus bring options as to what walls can be removed and what needed to stay. It turns out lots of these walls were 70s additions, and therefore ripe for removal.

This allowed for a complete reconfiguration of the ground floor, with the chef (also a woman, but not here) designing a new smaller kitchen, a few small spaces that remained could be used for the storage, and the rest opened up for social and fucking spaces; much larger guest areas, that we could then fill with more things useful for sex, whilst giving that better viewing potential everywhere.

But for me, the basement was the main prize. It had been virtually unused ever since the place started up, but it is such a large space, with rough, unfinished walls made of stone, perfect for a moody, atmospheric roomy bdsm dungeon. Access is currently via an outside door, but the two turrets (one at each end of the building) are being reconfigured as main staircases with lifts in the centre and dug down to provide lift and stair access to the basement.

The other main change is to the roof space. The whole length of the main roof needs replacing, and they have got agreement from the council to have a slight change in the exterior appearance. This change would allow them to put rooms in the roof space, and we have proposed a staff only space with 16 staff rooms and shared spaces. This frees up rooms on the lower floors for more rooms for paying guests to stay in, and more guests means more cash in and more fucking!

As the morning came to a close, the men (my husband and Kiara’s) went off with Eloise to view some land that had been acquired (to fill in an area where the public got a little too close to the main house and to make the site more private), whilst I sat chatting with Kiara on the patio, and chatting very quickly gave way to kissing, and kissing very quickly gave way to pawing at each other’s bodies and mutual masturbation. I was horny right from Eloise’s swinging tits, so a couple of orgasms and making Kiara cum was very welcome. Two orgasms each were enough, and we just cuddled in the sun waiting for the rest to appear.

When the three of them reappeared, the men had hard cocks, sticking out clearly ready for action. Apparently, Eloise had given them both quick blow jobs a number of times during the walk, walked between them masturbating them and pulled them around by their cocks. She had not let them cum, because she had plans. She carried on gently masturbating each of them with a cock in each hand, waiting for Eva to turn up with Claudette.

Claudette was only young, but even though she was 23 (just before Covid), she was a brilliant housekeeper who had everything running like clockwork. Today was her birthday, turning 26, and Eloise and Eva had decided on a present. One day when she was a little tipsy, she told them she wanted to be DPed with real cocks, and here were two very hard, very accomplished cocks ready to fulfil her dream.

Claudette always wore a maid’s headpiece, so even though she was otherwise naked, she looked like a maid. When her and Eva entered the room, she saw Eloise masturbating the cocks and her eyes went wide and I saw her tongue flick across her lips.

Eloise signalled to Kiara’s husband to lie on the floor, his head on a cushion and his cock straight up. Eloise uttered the words “Climb on, birthday girl” and motioned towards the cock. Claudette needed no encouragement and crouched over the cock. She spat on her fingers and rubbed it into her cunt, before adjusting her position and lowering herself onto the cock. It felt so good to have her cunt impaled by a hard cock, and he put his hands up to her tits and began roughly kneading and pulling at them. Both these things soon made her cunt slick.

He pulled her forwards by her tits, exposing her asshole as her cheeks parted. Eva began applying lube to her asshole, the initial shock of the cold lube was soon replaced by the realisation of what was about to happen. As Eva worked her fingers in and out of Claudette’s asshole, Eloise was lubing up my husband’s rock-hard cock. Eva commented on how Claudette’s ass seemed to be sucking in her fingers, so Eloise declared her ready and Eva’s fingers were replaced with my husband’s glistening glans. Her asshole quickly sucked the glans in, and Claudette was getting really vocal now, some very sexy sounding French in between the gasps as his slow deliberate progress into her asshole took her breath away. As his cock got further into her asshole, Eva started pulling on her ass cheeks to get him as deep as possible. All the way in, he began rocking backwards and forwards, the length of his strokes starting to give her that feeling switch between her asshole being full and empty.

Kiara’s husband took over from Eva holding her cheeks apart and used his new hold to increase his drive into her cunt, as my husband’s hands replaced his on Claudette’s tits and gripping tightly, he used that to increase the drive into her asshole.

As both men were doing full length strokes, all Eloise said was “Happy Birthday slut”, and settled down to enjoy the show.

French Renaissance (Part One)

It had been four years since I last stood here. I remember with joy watching people fuck with pleasure and abandon. It is what this place was all about. The freedom to have sex with an audience, in full knowledge they would do the same shortly.

For the first time in four years, I was back in that garden where so much sex was had. But it is different now. Eerily quiet. Very few people. But I was here to change that. So were we all.

I am of course referring to our French resort I’ve blogged about before. Like everything else, it had to close for Covid (and our planned visit was cancelled over and over). But Covid was only the start of its problems. It was owned by an elderly Dutch man who was rarely seen onsite but was content that it existed. He always wanted it to exist, and so when he got the cash, he made it happen.

But sadly, he died whilst it was closed and everyone thought that was it, that it was over. But it wasn’t. He left instructions in his will for an organisation to be set up to run it, and he bequeathed the building, land and €20 million to make it happen. His family had other ideas and a legal battle ensued, only finishing last November, when it was finally ruled his will was valid and the instructions were to be carried out.

Standing right behind me naked (as I was) with tits pressing into me and her arms round my waist was Eva, the receptionist, the one woman in this place last time that I really wanted to fuck, but the rules of the place meant that guests weren’t allowed to do anything sexual with the staff. Very frustrating at the time, but understandable.

It was because of Eva that I was here now. We were snuggling as the sun started to drop. The hard work started here. The hard fucking was about to start here too.

I had been talking to Eva and Eloise, the manager of the place, all through lockdowns and the court case etc. There was little I could do to help to save the place, other than to give a little moral support and encouragement to them. But it seems Eva and Eloise appreciated what I did, so when it came to suggesting people to be on the board of the organisation, Eva suggested me (and Eloise another former guest Kiara who helped them similarly). We both said yes, only too pleased to help this place fly again.

Eva turned me around and our mouths locked, our tongues jousted, and my horniness ramped up even more. I was so ready to cum. But we just kissed, like those early snogs at a school disco, like we’d never kissed another woman before. Raw. Hot. Gentle.

And then she did it. Her hand dropped to my cunt, her fingers working me. I could have just cum there, but I didn’t want this moment to end, so I fought the feeling, fought the desire. From the look on her face, she was amused. Whilst there was a loving look in her eyes, her fingers got more vicious and her other hand rested in the small of my back, making sure I didn’t escape. I didn’t want to escape.

But what finished me off was what she whispered in my ear. In an oh-so-sexy French accent, she smouldered “Cum for me my sexy little slut. Cum hard for me.” Oh my god, the accent, the words. I was gone. Her hand was just jerking small little motion with short delays, the affect being milking my orgasm for every second. I was totally hers, totally in the control of that hand and that sexy voice. And I did cum hard. My legs gave way, but she held me as she continued to milk me. My poor clit was so hard, and almost painful. She did that. She was good.

When I finally could hold my own weight with my legs again, she let go and, remembering the protocol of this place, I curtsied and thanked her for the orgasm. She smiled, saying first of many as she preened at my hair with her fingers, making me presentable. Her fingers smelt of orgasm. My orgasm, and she did nothing to clean them. She just told me we were needed to start work tonight. Not sure I could really, but it is why we were here. To save this place.

She helped me in (as my legs still weren’t great) and we all sat round a table. Me, Eva, Eloise, Claudette (the housekeeper) and Kiara, an Australian former guest about my age, together with a female solicitor who was not much older, and, to her credit, was naked as well. I spent the whole two hours thinking about Eva making me cum and what I was going to do to her when I could. But all the boring legal stuff needed doing and we did it all that evening.

And then when it was over, Eva made the solicitor cum too. It was like watching me cum earlier from a third person perspective. Eva was very good at milking orgasms, at dragging every last ounce of orgasm out of a woman and the poor solicitor ended up looking more broken that I was. We left her to recover, with Eva looking very pleased with herself.

Eva had missed this place. And it was on its way back.

She walked me back to my room, and as I opened the door, my husband was laying on the bed, his cock was rock hard and pointing straight up. Eva licked her lips, and I told her to hop on. But my husband had other ideas. As she clambered on, he flipped her over onto her front, onto a large pillow under her belly and tossed me the lube before pulling her ass cheeks apart.

As I sprayed lube over her asshole and worked it in, I actually briefly felt a bit sorry for it. He was already so hard and so big that the act of skewering her asshole would no doubt bring a tear to her eyes. Even I’d struggle with that size for a first entry, and I take his cock literally every single day.

I was half expecting her to squirm at my working of her asshole, but she was still and accepting. She remembered him fucking my asshole in that reception area those years ago, she remembered his size, hardness and stamina and she knew a good lubing was her asshole’s best chance of surviving this. If she squirmed or struggled, she knew it would only make her experience worse.

As I lubed her asshole, he presented his cock to her mouth. She swallowed it with zeal, and he put his hands behind her head, face fucking her whilst I was preparing her ass. She felt his cock get even harder and even longer, each in stroke pushing his glans into the top of her throat, making her choak with each instroke. She felt totally and completely used, and she loved it. By the degrading face fuck, my husband now had all that control over her that she had over me.

I nodded to him that her asshole was ready, and he withdrew and knelt over her. I pulled her ass cheeks apart and he nudged his glans against her pucker.  He squirted more lube round his cock and started nudging in. She started squealing, her cries sounding right on the verge between pleasure and pain. He had her exactly where he wanted her.

Getting Closer (Part One)

This was the day that I realised something had changed. I’d had plenty of girl-on-girl sex with Victoria before, but this was the day I realised it was more than just sex.

There had been a knock at our front door. I peered through the spyhole, and there was a smiling Victoria, looking radiant and happy. She was early. I wasn’t expecting her for hours yet. I opened the door (even though I was naked) and ushered her in. After the door was closed, we threw our arms round each other and had a long passionate kiss. Even though it had only been just over three weeks, it had been too long.

She was only staying one night, and she had managed to get away from her appointment early. My husband wasn’t home though, so I quickly decided to text him. Since I let him fuck her whilst I was asleep, we agreed that we would always ask the absent partner for permission to fuck her, as we wanted everything to be out in the open. I’ve given him permission a couple of times to fuck her without me, and I’d fucked her the once without him. Now, it was my turn again. His reply was lovely: “Horny sluts. Make sure you document what you get up to. I want to read it when I come in. Fuck ya both later. xxx”

I put the phone down and dipped down in front of Vicki pulling at the bottom of her dress. She lifted her arms straight up whilst I removed the dress. I dropped the dress onto the floor and put my arms under her armpits and unclipped her bra, slipping the straps off her shoulders before removing the cups from her 32GG tits. How quickly the important businesswoman turned into the naked slut. I swung her bra round my head and released it to fly down the hall, as we both giggled. She pushed her tits up against mine as we embraced and had a very long tonguey kiss.

I just couldn’t stop kissing her. Hours before I had been daydreaming about my mouth being locked onto her cunt, and now it was locked onto her mouth, with no sign of stopping. Victoria’s hands slipped down to my ass (a move she learnt from my husband), and I slid mine down to hers and followed suit. Our 34H and 32GG tits were squashed together as our hands groped at our asses and as our tongues explored our mouths.

We were doing this for about half an hour until we eventually broke off the kiss. I found myself looking longingly at her, and she seemed to be returning the loving look. As I gazed at her, I realised this was far more than a lusty look between two fuckmates, this was far more than two really good friends fucking each other’s brains out. I didn’t know what to think; I was still trying to process what I had just realised. I love my husband as much as ever. He’s the centre of my life, my rock, my cock, my everything, but here she was, my friend who I was wondering if I had fallen in love with.

Whilst I was wondering, I took her to the sofa, and we lay for a bit longer snogging each other and groping at our tits and asses (the latter mostly about staying balanced on the sofa although the ass contact was great). After we stopped snogging, we just laid in each other’s arms talking, just occasionally running a finger across each other’s tits or down our bodies. It was lovely and helped me to get the thoughts settled in my head. But after a while, I realised my cunt was starting to ache and needed some action. I got off the sofa and gently manoeuvred Vicki down the sofa, before climbing on and kneeling with my legs either side of her head. She was looking up lovingly as my cunt lowered towards her mouth. Her tongue contacted my cunt and immediately went to work, switching between gentle and forceful motions, working every part of my cunt that her tongue could reach. I love riding her tongue, and she can seemingly go on for hours, slowly building a mind-blowing orgasm. I collapsed in a heap after I came, and she carried on licking to clean my cunt up and to enjoy the fruits of her labours.

As the weakness subsided, I grabbed some paper and made notes for the fucking diary, as Vicki carried on licking around my cunt. She had her hands locked over my upper legs, so I couldn’t move my cunt away, not that I wanted to. By the amount she was flicking her tongue over my clit, I realised that I was in for a very long very slow build up, but there would be a massive explosion at the end. I wrote as much on the sheet, just leaving a space for the time to orgasm, and then I sat back, closed my eyes, and focussed exclusively on her tongue and my cunt. It felt like hours, but was only about twenty minutes, and eventually, I got that explosive orgasm. I collapsed again in happy exhaustion whilst Vicki cleaned me up.

She unlocked her hold on my legs, so I slid down to lay next to her and started snogging again, this time her mouth strongly tasted of my cunt and juices. We snogged and I tasted myself on her for about half an hour. I adore the taste of my cunt (which is weird because a decade ago, I didn’t like anybody licking me out or tasting me on them).

I slid down her body a little and started sucking and licking her nipples. Her nipples go so hard when they are stimulated, and I love feeling them harden on my tongue. I didn’t really understand why my husband was obsessed with sucking on my nipples – I mean I enjoyed it, but now I have Victoria’s nipples to play with, I totally understand why. I love the moaning noises she makes when I’ve already got her nipples hard and I’m quite forcefully running my tongue round them. I’m sure one day I’ll make her cum by nipple action alone, but I wasn’t going to try today. I started kissing around her tits, returning to her nipples regularly, then I kissed down between them, slowly heading down towards her cunt. As I passed over her bladder, she winced as I touched her.

The reality of her predicament just dawned on me. She had come with full bladder as she always does (not working out my husband wouldn’t be here to deal with it as she was so early), and she would need to unload it before her cunt got any action. She stroked my hair and gently asked whether I’d drink her piss like my husband usually does. She knows I would prefer us to piss in each other’s laps rather than drink it, but she was so looking forward to it before she arrived and she enjoys it so much, I was happy to drink it in that position this time to give her pleasure. You do things like that for people you love.