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Making Meetings Less Boring

19 May 2024 /

Hello my lovelies

I am so sorry about the lack of posts over the last few months. My life really has become super busy for about the last six months, as several projects that I have been working on for some time have finally come to fruition (all at the same time of course) and I have been trying to progress them all. And sex, I’ve been having lots of sex.

I have to admit that I have been prioritising having sex over writing about sex. Although I do often orgasm when writing blog posts, I’d rather orgasm at the hands of another person. I’ve always been the same: I’d rather be masturbated by another person than do it myself too, although at times, needs must.

Today was one of those days. I had a day of important but boring video conferences. To make them more interesting, and to give me an edge in discussions (which doing something hidden and sexual whilst having a video conference always does), I decided to wear very little, only a slightly see through blouse and a bright red deep plunge bra that does nothing to hide my nipples. I love being a little tease in these meetings. I have to say, with some men, if I tease a little, I’ll pretty much get what I need out of the meeting. Whilst in some ways, I hate the fact that it works, in other ways, I’d be totally mad not to do it.

As for out of camera shot, I wore absolutely nothing below the waist, but I did have my large butt plug in place (the one with the thick neck that really stretches my sphincter), and my new sizeable vaginal plug, meaning I felt really stretched front and back. In addition, I had a vibrating clit clip attached, which I would be able to turn on with a remote control during the meeting. I chose a word that I knew would be used in the meeting, and whenever someone said the word, I turned the vibrations on, and left them on until someone else said the word (and no, me saying it didn’t count, although I could use the word to try to make someone else say it).

So despite being so full down there, and having my clit being assaulted by stints of the vibrations, I had to maintain composure, stay relevant to the meeting and get the outcome to the discussions I wanted. I certainly made life hard for myself.

And when the video was first connected, I realised the blouse was much more see through on camera than I realised, and my bright red bra and erect nipples clearly showed, which, combining with the blouse buttons undone down to my bra, made for a very sexy display for the other attendees. I had to front it out though, although the attendees were used to my corporate sexiness, and I secretly enjoyed being leered at, although the periods of clitoral vibrations were hard to ignore.

I was very grateful for the meeting being over, as the vibrations had been on for the last part of the meeting, sensations building over several minutes. Once the camera was off, I could drop the focus on the meeting, and I gripped on to the edge of the desk, as all that edging and the clitoral abuse resulted in a massive orgasm almost immediately. As I recovered (with the vibrations off), I thought about changing my blouse before the next meeting, but decided to carry on dressed as was, as I was rather enjoying myself.

And my initial thought was to keep the vibrations off for the next one, but my brain selected a different word, and I couldn’t resist another go. I realised though that at some point, I might need to “accidentally” drop out of the meeting if I couldn’t stop a second orgasm. You see, my clit would be painful when the vibrations started again, but after a couple of minutes, the pain would subside and it would be sensitive and hard, which would leave me on the verge of cumming again rather soon.

The inevitable happened, with the chair mentioning the word in his second sentence, referring to the second half of the meeting, and the vibrations were on solidly for about ten minutes. I knew I had nowhere to go, but luckily, my doorbell rang, and so I muted the mic and went to answer it (grabbing a skirt to put on first), grateful to the postman for giving me the interruption, but needing to get rid of him quickly as I so needed to cum. The excuse of being on the video conference got rid of him, and I grabbed onto to the kitchen counter and let a second orgasm go. It was huge, and my cunt was quite messy, but the vibrations were still on, and I decided to keep the skirt on as I went back to the meeting.

Luckily, after the vibrations carrying on long enough to get my clit over the painful time again, they started using the word intermittently, so my clit started to get some more rest and the next orgasmic build up was slower, with edging style drops and rises occurring as they said the word.

This, at least, allowed me to get my part of the meeting done, and as with the first meeting, they agreed to what I was proposing. The meeting finished with the vibrations on, and me heading to another orgasm, so once again, I grabbed onto the edge of the desk again and let the orgasm flood over me.

I was expecting to have a break before the last meeting and a chance to recover, but almost as soon as I’d cum, I had a message asking if I could do the meeting earlier.

What the hell. I said yes and hastily chose my word. Again, the word was used in the second sentence, but this time, it was being used a couple of times a minute, so the vibrations were on and off in short bursts. That allowed me to stay calm for longer this time. There was a sustained burst of vibrations in the middle, as the meeting got sidetracked, but I pulled the meeting back to subject, as I really needed the vibrations to be off.

The meeting was short, but the meeting did end with about three minutes of sustained vibrations, but with my very tender clit, I wasn’t far from cumming again when that meeting finished. So, for the third and final time, I grabbed onto the edge of the desk and allowed myself to cum. Clamping down on such a large vaginal plug as I came made for very satisfying orgasms, and that final one was still pretty large, considering I’d already cum three times, all of them massive.

So, meetings over, I removed the clip and both plugs, and feeling very empty down there, I went out to the village cafe to have lunch. I had to let my clit recover and save myself for tonight. I was expecting cock that night and I needed to be ready to cum again. I so love him making me cum.

The End Of Rebecca (Part Two)

20 October 2023 /

Rebecca need not have worried about my now husband forgetting her. She had been such a fabulous slut for the whole year, with lots of risky fucking, a brazen attitude and gravity defying tits that he worshipped. He could never have forgotten her.

But she had one last roll of the dice to ensure her legendary status. Having slept with a tit gripped all night and woken to a loving gentle kiss with the taste of his cum still in her mouth, she had to muster up the guts to carry out her plan.

In between the little jabbed kisses, she asked him if he wanted to do something she’d never done before. Did he want her to make this memorable? He said he did. Of course, he did. But he had no idea what she had planned. He did ask, but she giggled saying it was something he’d mentioned before. His brain was trying to work out what he had said, but she was a bit coy with a massive smile on her face.

It didn’t matter to him. He was going to enjoy it all regardless. She repositioned herself, kneeling over his belly and facing him, her wonderful tits raising and lowering as she breathed. She looked down at him staring up mostly at her tits, and she could have stayed there all day.

But time was running out and she had to go soon. The time for her plan was now. She sat up a little and opened her cunt flaps with her fingers, allowing him to see her pinkness, and she pulled apart enough so that her pisshole was stretched open. She saw his eyes looking down there as she focussed on overcoming her nerves. After a while (not sure how long, but it seemed quite long), a small amount of piss squirted out of her distorted pisshole and sprayed over his chest.

She looked at his face, waiting for any sign of disgust. There was none, only a look of awe, his eyes locked onto her cunt, awaiting the next drop to emerge. She relaxed and closed her eyes to focus on squeezing the next drop out. She found this harder than she expected, but soon, another spray emerged, stronger and longer than the first and she opened her eyes to see the results, to see it even going on to his face a bit. She saw the joy on his face, and relaxed even more, this time, a more consistent stream emerged, spraying to towards his neck with drops ricocheting around his upper body and face.

After a few seconds of that, he put his finger to her pisshole and she took that as a sign to stop. She was worried now that he didn’t like it, but after she stopped, he put his hands to her ass cheeks and pulled her up his body, only stopping when her cunt was pressing against his open mouth, and he used his right hand to slap her ass cheek quite hard. This she didn’t expect, and she had no idea if she’d be able to get more piss out. The depravity of the act wasn’t lost on her.

She looked into his eyes, and he was expectant, ready to take her piss. Egging herself on, she closed her eyes and again focussed on squeezing a little piss out. She felt a small spray go into his mouth, and she heard him gulp it down and felt his tongue nudging at her pisshole. She focussed again and squeezed another drop out, which was again gulped down. She felt his tongue licking the pink bits of her cunt dry of piss drops, and then he moved his hands away from her ass. He put one in the small of her back, whilst bringing the other to the front and pressing on her bladder.

The gentle force on her bladder made her moan a little. Her bladder was hard on his fingers, so he knew she had a load of piss in her. He pushed again and forced a hard jet of piss out, hitting the back of his throat with some force, making him cough a little. She was worried that if he did that again, she’d lose control, and it took her a few moments to realise that is what he wanted. So, stroking his hair, she asked him if he wanted a nice little drinkie and he nodded (only a touch, as he didn’t let his mouth lose contact with her cunt even for a millisecond).

So, she just relaxed all her muscles, and she felt some piss dribble out of her pisshole, eagerly received by his tongue. She pushed down a little and a nice steady flow began, this time, the depravity wasn’t enough to stop her from pissing. He sucked and drank as her bladder emptied, not losing a drop in the process. As the stream started faltering, he licked round the pink parts of her cunt clearing her of the piss.

As she finally stopped pissing, she lifted her cunt off his mouth, and he looked very happy. He pulled her down onto him and kissed her, making her taste her own piss in his mouth. She was so horny that she actually enjoyed the taste.

She reached back and felt how hard his cock was, and so she broke off the kiss and moved back down his body, kneeling up over his erect cock and then lowering her cunt over it, feeling his cock impaling her cunt for the last time before she left. She loved that first impaling of a fuck, both the physical feeling of a hard cock pushing into her cunt, and also the emotional feeling of being taken.

She was about to start sliding up and down his cock, but he put his hands on her hips and stopped her, then using his hands to open her cunt flaps again, this time finger fucking her and working on her clit. It was lovely having his hard cock inside her, as when she came from his fingers, she was able to clench down on his cock.

This squeezing made him a bit harder, but he carried on working at her cunt, getting rougher and rougher with her clit and making another orgasm grow within her. His cock in her cunt felt so good that she was happy to carry on like this, orgasming to his command and clenching down on his hard cock as she came.

But his cock kept inching larger and she knew what it meant when he released her hips. Time to test those leg muscles one last time as she began a rhythmic slide up and down his hard slick cock. Her tits were naturally jiggling as she rode his cock, and she added a little twist into her movements to really make her tits flail about. She knew just how much he loved watching her tits flail about. One more thing to remember.

She could see from his face that he was fighting his orgasm, trying to make this moment last as long as possible. She felt the same, but she couldn’t resist using her cunt muscles to clamp down on his cock. She felt that throb that mean he was about to spray her cunt with copious amount of cum, and she pushed down on his cock, impaling it as far as its hard length would go. At the same time, he grabbed onto her tits and squeezed them really hard, almost painfully hard as his cum started spraying around. That squeezing was enough to take away her last dregs of resistance and she orgasmed too, her cunt fluid mixing with his cum to make a really sticky mess.

His cock quickly slipped out of her cunt, and she got off and pulled her tiny pair of panties from last night back on to contain his cum. She had decided to keep the mess in her panties for the flight home, a promise she made to him as they split. There wasn’t a need to rinse off any piss, as his tongue had been very thorough, and she didn’t clean her body up at all and was dripping cum into her panties, meaning their relationship ended as it began, with her smelling of sex in public.

She could feel the grip of hands on her fleshy tits long after he released them. He knew she liked her tits being manhandled, and that was probably the hardest he’d ever squeezed them. She wasn’t the only one trying to make this memorable.

Once she was away from the university, she sobbed, crying for all she was worth. She didn’t want him to see her like this, and she held it together so that he didn’t. She wanted him to remember her as that sassy feisty slut who fucked him with abandon, who enjoyed the breeze across her body when she fucked, who had gravity-defying tits to die for and who came longer and harder with him than she had with anyone else.

She still couldn’t believe that not only did he love her pissing on him, that he drank it all down, not missing a drop, and she was so pleased that she’d got over her natural difficulties pissing for someone else. She was so proud of herself for carrying out the plan, and she had fabulous memories of fucking to power a lifetime of wanking, a lifetime of clitoral abuse and a lifetime of orgasmic dreams.

Oh My God, I Think I’m Rebecca!

12 July 2023 /

You may have seen a comment under one of the earlier Rebecca posts that said, “Oh my god, I think I’m Rebecca.” Well, after a few exchanged emails, it turns out that she was the Rebecca in question! A friend of hers is a regular reader and saw similarities with those posts and the ramblings of a drunken Rebecca in confessions type games played over the years. You could see the genuine delight in Rebecca and my husband seeing each other again, even only on a screen, after over twenty years.

It wasn’t long before conversation turned blue, and Rebecca made the suggestion to get our tits out. Rebecca’s were (unsurprisingly) no longer gravity defying, but they still look glorious. My husband has always had an eye for a fabulous pair of tits and Rebecca remembered him treating hers like they were princesses, almost straying into worship territory, which she thoroughly enjoyed.

Given how upbeat the discussion started, I was surprised when it took a melancholic turn. Theirs was the best sex she ever had. After she left their university, she went back home to America, bouncing through a series of inadequate lovers until she landed on the man she married. He is a wonderful man is pretty much every way, apart from the fact that he doesn’t get her going sexually like my husband did. She wouldn’t want to be married to any other man than her husband, but she really needs a lot more in her sexual life. For a good while, she has had some extra sex at work, but that wasn’t the most fulfilling sex for her. I think my husband would have jumped on a plane that minute to give her the seeing-to that she deserved, and I think she knew that too. It was really rather sweet.

But she perked up enormously when she started talking about some of their shared moments that she remembers and enjoyed. She was quite open in discussing how their sexual exploits had powered a lifetime of masturbation, that she thought of their sexual exploits a couple of times a day even now whilst fingering herself or using a toy, and I think that made him a little proud.

She remembers that first weekend of Toon and the fucking with affection, but her favourites of their encounters were in a more risky environment. She wouldn’t try it today, but there were a lot fewer cameras around when they were fucking, and so you could take bigger risks. Right back from when she was at high school, she had an obsession with fucking in the cinema. The first porn that she remembered watching over and over again was a story based on that premise, and at that young age, it always got her the most excited when masturbating.

The cinema in question that she and my husband fucked in was an older refurbished one, and as was the fashion at the time, they had premium seats at the back, with more leg room, arms on the chairs and were much more comfortable. They were therefore much easier to fuck in.

When they first went, he had no idea of her obsession. He thought there might be some snogging and groping, but he had no idea she was hoping for full sex. They were on the back row, along with two other couples and the kissing started before the film even started. As they leaned in together to kiss, her hand went down to his trouser-enclosed cock and she started squeezing it. It soon woke up and started pointing upwards, this allowing her to rub in her favourite way – along the underside of his cock right down to his balls. She had found through experience that this particular rub made him harder than any other. I don’t think he realised they would progress beyond masturbation – he thought she’d make him cum in his pants and then leave him there for the duration of the film.

He realised she was serious, when without moving her hand from its rubbing motion, she manoeuvred her body so it was in front of him, still facing the screen. She stopped rubbing to release his cock from its cloth cage, then with one hand, held his cock in a straight up position and with the other, pulled the gusset of her panties aside, before lowering her very slick cunt onto his hard cock, which was getting harder by the second.

He briefly considered grabbing her tits, but he decided to grab her hips to steady her and give her a hand in maintaining rhythm. As she started sliding up and down, he looked left and right to see both other couples not paying attention to the film either. On the left, the woman (who was mid 20s) had her tits out and was giving the man (slightly older) a really long sloppy blow job. On the right, the woman (late teens) too was bouncing on the man’s lap (he was a similar age). My now husband also realised that there was a cinema employee working the auditorium, but she seemed to be ignoring them fucking at the back.

All that made him get harder still, and he knew his glans was rubbing the inside of her cunt behind her clit with every stroke. He knew her cunt; this wasn’t going to take long.

After too short a time, he felt her cunt clench round his cock, and he felt her body violently shake. It was like her having to stay quiet had left her body as full body shivers instead, and she sat on his lap recovering with his hard cock still buried in her cunt.

Her breathing was really fast, and he took it slowing as a sign of recovery, and using his hands on her hips, he began minute movements of her body up and down his cock. She got the idea, as she got her legs working again powering more slides up and down his cock. Whilst it had softened a little during her recovery, it soon became hard again and soon his glans was rubbing again, and soon, she was violently shaking again, each period of shaking was accompanied by a hefty moistening of her cunt, and that was before he’d filled it with cum.

Mind you, that wasn’t certain. She was clearly way too excited about the situation, and he did wonder if she’d manage to carry on until he came. He needn’t have worried. This girl was nothing but fair. In total, she had four lots of cunt moistening violent shakes, the last one took longer to arrive and her squeezing his cock with her cunt muscles finally finished him off.

And with cum filled cunt, she just got up off his lap, pulled her panties back in place and sat on her seat to start to watch the film. He watched the couple to the left, who by that point were fucking themselves. The woman on the right had clearly got bored with the film and so resorted to a long slow blow job to amuse herself, with him just stroking her hair to keep it out of the way.

They fucked in the back rows of that cinema a lot, and they even saw a blonde member of staff with her hand inside her skirt on more than one occasion.

You could tell just how vivid the memories were, as Rebecca was masturbating whilst she was telling it. We asked her to move the camera so we could see her do it, thus affording my husband of his first view of her cunt over twenty years. I think we all knew it would not be our last view of it.

What Needed Doing (Part Two)

2 July 2023 /

For the first time ever, Claudette’s cunt and asshole were both filled with a real cock, my husband ploughing into her asshole, Kiara’s husband being equally forceful into her cunt. It was everything Claudette dreamed it would be. Totally absorbed by the situation, she had completely forgotten the audience, and that in the audience was these wonderful men’s wives, both who were masturbating at the display.  I knew what a DP felt like, and I knew how amazing she must be feeling, and I was a tiny bit jealous of her at this moment. Claudette was so lucky to have those two rigid cocks pounding her away at her fulfilling her dream.

As always happens in a DP, the men started talking to ensure that Claudette’s DP went on for as long as possible. Her face was a picture of ecstasy, her tits were being pulled in time with my husband’s strokes and her ass cheeks in time with Kiara’s husband’s strokes, so much so that both her tits and ass cheeks were starting to ache from all the twisting and wrenching. Eva kept squirting lube over my husband’s cock on his out strokes, to ensure Claudette’s asshole remained comfortable. It was a good while before my husband announced he was close to cumming, and Kiara’s husband upped his pace, the slight change of angle of approach to her cunt made her clit twist with each stroke.

Each clit twist weakened whatever resolve she still had, and all too soon, she started to cum, a huge wave of orgasm flooding her body, her cunt clamping down on the cock impaled in it, making Kiara’s husband cum just as my husband started as well. Claudette cried out as the two men emptied their cum into her and she quickly went faint from the power of her orgasm, and the three of them laid collapsed in a heap.

Eloise said we should leave them to recover (allowing Claudette to curtsey later in the day) and that we should begin our afternoon meeting, detailed discussions and decision making about the minutiae, a task that would take several afternoons. I had to try to put both the memories of that wonderful fuck and my own desperate need to cum aside, and to focus on the job in hand. It was all very important.

We made good progress but broke for the day after about 3½ hours. Time to relax, time for some food, time for some more fucking, time for a glass of wine and time to chat and bond more.

It was a lovely evening in good company, I learned a lot about everyone, and in the middle, before the alcohol kicked in, to my delight, my husband fucked me in front of that small crowd. Claudette had just curtseyed for her previous fuck, and in preparation for my fucking, she gave my husband a slow and sensual blow job, wobbling her tits as she kept leaning in and out rocking her whole body, always something he loves to watch, and when he was nice and hard, she just kissed his glans and I took her place, with my arms round his neck and his cock in my cunt, his hands on my ass cheeks stretching them wide to reveal my asshole to the crowd, whilst hauling me up and down his shaft with his arms.

With that slow build up, he wasn’t about to cum quickly, and I knew I’d be riding his cock for a while. He was massive and really hard, but his relentless unchanging rhythm told me he was nowhere near cumming, and yet he was rubbing my clit every time his cock slid in, and I soon felt my orgasm building. I gripped round his neck tighter, and I felt him accelerate a little. He knew I was near and soon I was moaning and screaming as he tiptoed me towards a crashing orgasm. This way of building always makes my orgasm enormous, but I realised well before I came that he was likely to just carry on fucking me right through my orgasm without breaking rhythm. When he does this, I just try to hang on for dear life, as after such a massive orgasm, I tend to want him to stop. But he needs to cum (which after 2 orgasms already today will take time) and I have an audience who I can hear is loving every second of my fucking.

My orgasm broke, I screamed my head off (good job there is no one for a mile in any direction now) and he just carried on fucking at his steady rhythm, pulling my ass cheeks a little further apart and readjusting my position post orgasm back to one where he was rubbing my clit all the time. I wasn’t sure how much more of this fucking I could take, so as I recovered from the first orgasm, I started squeezing his cock with the inside of my cunt, putting his cock under pressure and making it grow.

I had him near, but knew he was getting me near as well. His tempo increased, and I started trash talking him, using all the phrases I know that really turn him on. I let go of his neck and leant back a little, putting my arms up above my head as if dancing, in full knowledge that it made my tits bounce and sway. I felt his cock grow again but was running out of time. I was so close to cumming, so I squeezed his cock with everything I had, and that was enough. He stopped moving and I felt his cock spasm a number of times, the first spasm being enough to topple me over to my final orgasm of the day.

I was exhausted but enjoying taking the applause of our audience. I needed to be reminded to get                                                                                                up and curtsey, something not easy with my legs in their jelly like state. But I managed it, and then settled back in my husband’s arms to watch Kiara and her husband fuck in a similar manner.

And once they were done, Eva took her place between my legs and licked and sucked my husband’s cum out of my cunt, swallowing each mouthful with zeal. Eloise repeated this on Kiara, and then with our cunts were cleared of cum, Eloise viciously fingered Eva to an orgasm and then Eva returned the favour.

That left only Claudette to finish off, and Eva arranged her on an easy chair on her side. Eloise lubed up two fingers of her right hand and then inserted them in Claudette’s asshole, as far in as her knuckles, whilst Eva viciously attacked her cunt, ramming fingers in and out, rubbing her clit on every one of her quick hand movements. She is absolutely brilliant at that high-speed ferocious finger fucking, but Claudette rode both sets of fingers for a long time. With Eloise moving her fingers round in Claudette’s asshole and Eva’s continued finger fucking, her face quickly showed gritty determination to hold off her own orgasm as long as possible. Eva was having none of it and stepped up her finger fucking pace as Eloise inserted a third finger in Claudette’s asshole, a far from gentle insertion that brought about a torrent of French from the maid. Her face screwed up at one final attempt to stop the inevitable, fruitless of course, as a massive orgasm cascaded through her body. Eva was triumphant, and Eloise kept her fingers in Claudette’s asshole for a few minutes whilst her orgasm subsided and she recovered.

And with her curtsey, we sat into the night round the fire drinking wine and talking, mostly of sex, but resting before we started again tomorrow.

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.

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