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Paying His Debt (Part One)

8 August 2026 / / 5 Comments

It hadn’t taken long for Stacey to be naked, bent over the kitchen worktop and for her cunt to be penetrated from behind by my husband’s hardening meaty cock. As his nudges turned into pushes which turned into slams, his cock continued to hardened and lengthen, and he was rubbing inside her cunt perfectly. He knew what he was doing.

It was only a few minutes before that Stacey walked through the village wearing just a summery dress, white with yellow flowers, and bright yellow shoes. She just had a little cheap mascara on, no bra, so her 32H tits were hanging free, caged only by the thin fabric of the dress, but youth kept them in an appealing shape and her pronounced nipples were very visible. No panties as well, so the breeze was gently caressing her lips and ass as she walked, and risking blowing her dress up and showing the village her naked cunt and ass. She loved airing her cunt, and she loved the danger of a unpredictable breeze, and our discussion last night about being pantyless 24/7 had certainly set some thoughts going in her head.

But she was walking across the village to pay the debt her boyfriend owed for me allowing him to fuck my asshole the previous night. She was walking across the village to get herself fucked. That makes it sound like she was under duress, that she didn’t want to be fucked. She did. She absolutely did, and all this had all fallen beautifully for her.

She was oohing and aahing as his perfect rhythm had her cunt’s full attention, his cock already filling her cunt, which was already building an orgasm, already craving that flooding release. She had guessed that as soon as she got to my house, my husband would quickly relieve her of both her bra and panties. He already had her teeny tiny red thong from their first fuck, and she guessed she wasn’t going to get that back, so she didn’t want to give him any more underwear. Her cunt yes, her bra and panties no. Added to that, she always gets extra horny when she’s out and about not wearing underwear, not that she needed to be more horny.

She was well up for this fuck, her second fuck with my husband, her second fuck after the beach-style one under her dress with her boyfriend in the room in the pub the night before. She loved her boyfriend, she really did, but ever since she started fucking, she had a thing about more mature cock, about men who knew how to pleasure a woman properly whilst fucking them hard. In her experience, mature men knew how to fuck her perfectly deep and long, to make her legs not able to hold her own weight, how to properly ruin a girl, and whenever she fucked, she wanted to be completely and utterly ruined, and nothing says ruined like streaked mascara.

And being only 18, she was so keen to get more fuck experiences with more mature men, to get ruined by more mature men. I’m not sure my husband will like the “mature” label, but he is, literally, old enough to be her father, but he likes nubile young flesh and she likes mature cock, so it was a perfect match. Just the fact she was going to get fucked by someone a fair bit older had her dripping at the thought, that beach-style fuck the previous day was heaven, so she couldn’t wait for what he would do to her when he was unleashed and uninhibited. So as well as wanting to pay her boyfriend’s debt off, as well as wanting to be well fucked by this mature man, she wanted to be perfectly slutty for him. And ruined by him, always that.

And in moments, she was naked, in minutes he’d groped her tits and then bent her over the worktop in a matter of fact way, and pushed his cock in. Before he left the pub the previous night, he whispered to her that he owned her cunt until she had totally repaid the debt, and in those few moments, he proved it, he just filled the cunt that he temporarily owned. He just moved her as he wanted and penetrated her as he wanted. No niceties, he just did what he liked. And she loved it.

She had let herself in to our house, as instructed, and she found my husband in the kitchen, preparing vegetables for dinner. They smiled at each other, leant in for a kiss that very quickly turned into a frenzied full face tongues snog, and when that broke, he removed her dress, lifting the bottom hem and taking the whole thing off over her head. Discarding it onto the floor, he took in every drop of her naked body, her twirling to show him her ass before completing the circle and facing him again, tits heaving as she breathed. He reached forwards and took a 32H tit in each hand, caressing it and using his thumbs to trace her nipples. He told her she looked beautiful and after a while, put one hand to her ass to hold her in place and the other to her cunt, to see how ready to fuck she was. She was almost dripping. If she had rubbed her cunt on some fabric, she would have left a trail.

It was that almost dripping that made him just plough his cock right into her cunt, confident it would just slip in on her stickiness. It did, her cunt happily accepting his hardening cock without any warm up, her horniness was enough.

Before he did that though, without washing his hands, he carried on with his vegetables, and asked her about her history of being fucked, about how she lost her virginity, about how she took the deal for paying for her husband’s ass fucks with her cunt so easily.

She snuggled up behind him as she answered, with one hand round his waist and the other to his cock, gently rubbing it through his shorts. She told him lost her virginity to one of her father’s friends. She’d been repeatedly fucked by most of her father’s friends over a few months, and he didn’t know. Her mother did, which is why she took Stacey to have a Mirena coil fitted, and her consenting was important because the men needed it to legally fuck her. Her mother called it “being practical”. Stacey just happily rode cock after cock, drained the cum from cock after cock, had them spurting into her cunt over and over. It’s where her love of sex with older men started. Like mother like daughter, Stacey found out her mother was also fucked by the same group of friends, and had been repeatedly for years and years. She still is. She loves it as much as her daughter. Her father doesn’t know that either.

Stacey still fucks them all at times, I mean a girl has needs, but she does love her boyfriend, which is why this payment fucking is ideal, because she has to be fucked because he fucks someone else. A perfect arrangement for her.

A perfect arrangement that meant right now, her cunt was repeatedly filled by a more experienced cock, a chubby, hard, long cock, a challenging cock.

My husband was her tenth all time cock, and the other nine all repeatedly fuck her. It almost sounded like she was pleading, and my husband just smiled and asked if she was begging to repeatedly be his slut? She had a big smile, wide eyes, and over-excitedly announced yes, yes! He told her if she was a good fuck, if she lived up to being called a slut, if he enjoyed fucking her, then he would committed to repeatedly fucking her, and of course, her having to pay for her boyfriend’s ass fucks was just a big glorious excuse to get herself fucked by some mature, sexually well versed and experienced people.

My husband’s cock grew with her tender rubs, and she stopped long enough to drop his shorts to the kitchen floor, before recommencing rubbing directly on his cock. Once he was very hard, he manoeuvred her round to be bent over the kitchen worktop, he moved her feet apart with his feet, and he lined his glans up with her dripping cunt, and just pushed it between her lips and fully into her cunt with tender strokes, eventually driving in as far in as he could and driving her body up off the worktop.

His hand pushed her back down and held her in place as he started fucking, slam after slam, split by only leaving his glans in her cunt. Each stroke was rubbing inside her cunt, the ease with which he controlled and tormented her cunt was shocking to her, her focus totally on what his cock was doing to her poor innocent cunt. It was raw and quite emotional, and quite simply a damned hard good fuck. She felt an orgasm quickly arriving, as she was so hyped up and horny.

She almost came on the spot from him telling her she had several hours of fucking to go before her debt was paid, so she’d better start cumming like the slut she is, like the Good Girl she is. He dragged an orgasm out of her quite quickly, and then ignored her quivering and shaking, and carrying on fucking her whilst she came, whilst she was at the emotional peak, whilst she craved comfort, but all she had was more hard unrelenting fucking.

And pinned down to the kitchen worktop, he just made her cum to his will, his cock hard, enormous but showing no sign of cumming, whilst it rubbed inside her cunt, tormenting the inner parts of her clit, using that rubbing to extract more and more cum out of her.

Her squeezes were in vain, his cock not giving in so easily. In the end, well after her strength ebbed away, well after her ability to hold back an orgasm had long left her, well after she’d given up trying to force him to cum, his cock twitched, and then spewed load after load of his cum deep inter her well fucked cunt. When he was done, he hauled her body off the worktop and grabbed a tit in each hand, groping, squeezing and twisting them from behind like he owned them. They ended up quite tender, quite sensitive and well gripped. Only when he let them go did he pin her back down and feed his cum from her cunt into her eager mouth, one finger full at a time, her mouth tasting the rewards of her hard, deep fuck.

And once her cunt was cleared, they snuggled on the sofa and talked, him lightly masturbating her cunt the entire time, not vigorous, but gentle, and harsh enough to feel its effects, in juxtaposition to getting the comfort she craved. Boy, he was good, and she knew there was much more to cum.

One For Each Year

4 March 2026 /

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.

Carla Finally Sees Me (Part Two)

28 July 2025 /

Carla, the curvy, sexy, sassy, pretty, big-titted lesbian barmaid from our local was taking me to her home to fuck me. We walked back to Carla’s place arm in arm, just a road away from the pub, this tiny stone cottage, one bedroom, immaculate inside. She closed the curtains at the front (leaving the ones overlooking the woods at the back open) and then came up to me and just pulled up my skirt onto my hips. She leant in to kiss me slightly from my right, her left hand on my ass holding me in position, her right straight to my cunt, fingering my folds for only a few seconds, before plunging three fingers into my already slick cunt. She started driving her fingers in and out, her thumb squashing my clit with each stroke. Harsh, raw, at speed. She felt my body tense, and she drove through my movements, and way too soon, I doubled over and came. She moved down with me as I bent down, to keep her hand in contact with my cunt, doing some shuddering hand moves to milk my orgasm, before she removed her fingers and put them to my mouth. I always love tasting my juices, so I eagerly took my fingers into my mouth and sucked them clean.

She had a big, evil, wicked grin, amazed just how quickly and how hard I’d cum. She realised just how worked up I was before she even touched me. Not wanting to give me chance to recover, she bent me over the sofa arm and lifted my skirt up over my ass. I heard a gasp. She’d obviously seen the temporary tattoo on my ass cheek. It’s the word “Slut” in denim blue and pink. It wasn’t meant specifically for her, I was just feeling horny as fuck from wearing that outfit, and I thought it would be appropriate for whoever got to fuck me that night. Because somebody was going to.

She smacked my ass, once, with her hand, as hard as she could manage, and left me there, slightly stinging bare ass and moist cunt in the breeze, all the time talking in the distance about how I was unashamedly a slut to wear that as a tattoo, to not wear panties, and to just let a random woman make me cum.

And when she returned, she had a strap-on, with a decent sized (but not ridiculously large) realistic looking cock and balls. She lined it up with my exposed cunt, and just drove in. I was sufficiently slick that the cock didn’t need lubricating, she just slammed it in. And pulled it out and slammed it in again. And again.

She was quite mouthy this one, and there was a constant stream of filthy language, berating me, goading me, telling me what a slut like me was likely to do, knowing full well that what she was actually doing would make it happen. Slam after slam, the occasional spank, loads of words, loads of filling my cunt then emptying it, and soon, I was on my way to cumming again.

Carla realised, and started telling me how only a nasty little slut would cum from a plastic cock, and if I did cum, I’d pay the price. Of course, I came very soon, her actions with the cock and the filthiness of her words made it inevitable.

I felt the cock leave my cunt, and almost immediately, I felt a blow from a wooden paddle on my pristine raised ass. Another and another, two dozen in all. I hadn’t seen her get that paddle out. Once my ass was red, fiery, lightly throbbing, she pulled me off the sofa and slumped in it, cuddling me, not soothing my ass cheeks obviously, just contrasting the love of a good cuddle with the burning of a fiery spanked ass.

We started talking, and I saw an opportunity to discuss what she had said to my husband. What the deal was. Carla looked a bit sheepish, and I gently prodded, waving the paddle around and telling her she’d better come clean about what else was said. She closed her eyes, sighed, almost willing herself to get it over with. Opening them again, she told me she’d basically offered herself to him as an incentive to make him let her fuck me. I knew it!

It turns out that she was one of those lesbians that loved women, but still enjoyed a cock occasionally. Her old cock was about to leave the village for good, and she heard of my husband’s prowess in our drunken ramblings, so she offered herself to my husband, hoping that a bartered fuck would end up filling that vacancy too. I checked. All three holes. Separate fucks (to start at least). I just know he’ll fuck her asshole first. He’s got a thing about fucking assholes first these days.

And as a gesture of good will, she had offered for us both to have messy cunts when she brought me back to him, in full knowledge that he would lick us both out. She would happily let him clear the juices from our cunts, and if we cum before our cunts are clear, so be it, the glint in her eye suggesting she knew full well he’d do his best to ensure we did both cum. Again. He wasn’t going to say no to trying making someone new cum, and I was sure he realised that he’d have a challenge on his hands, as he knew we’d be making each other cum all night and all morning. He’s not one to shy away from a challenge, and if we don’t cum, he still gets an extended cunt licking session. A win win for him, and I was sure he’d be happy with that.

Seemingly deciding to stop talking about my husband and starting to talk about me and her again, she talked about how she wanted me tomorrow night too. If we got on, if I wanted to fuck her again, she wanted him to pair off with someone else again. The free-use group had already been talking about doing a swap that night. Tanya’s husband said they’d be in the mix that time, and there was still a woman spare, so it would suit everybody, and I thought it very unlikely I wouldn’t want to fuck her again.

All this talk of fucking and cunt licking had me going again, and I think Carla realised, because she stopped cuddling me, getting up off the sofa and rearranging me, opening my legs and kneeling between them. I saw her lean in towards my cunt and felt her tongue touch my outer folds, clearing my juices and using her fingers to open my flaps up, to open my cunt to allow her tongue to get inside it.

And as she meticulously cleared all the stickiness, all the glistening slickness from my cunt, plunging her tongue as far in as she could reach (and I’ll tell you that was pretty far – she had a very athletic tongue). Whilst I was thoroughly enjoying her cunnilingual efforts, my brain was working on what to do with her next. She obviously liked it a little nasty, and I was going to deliver, today, tomorrow, next week. The slut hadn’t cum yet, and that was about to change.

What Needed Doing (Part One)

25 June 2023 /

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)

17 May 2023 /

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.

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