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A Good Girl Gets Her Rewards

28 April 2021 /

My university fuck seemed well practiced at licking cunts. His tongue was darting deeply inside, flicking round my clit and over my cunt lips. He was building me up very slowly and I just knew when I came it would be massive. But this wasn’t going to be over quickly. He seemed to know just how slowly he could go and not let me get bored. He kept looking past my tits towards my eyes, and he knew that I wasn’t going anywhere, he knew that I was rooted to the spot for as long as his tongue was working me.

I have no idea how long it took. It was a long time though, and eventually, his tongue got my hips bucking and braying, with him having a job to keep in contact with my cunt as my body moved. But he managed it enough, and the little cries that started emanating from my lips all merged into one and eventually he made my body shudder as he gave me my first orgasm at the hands (or tongue) of a man.

My body collapsed onto the bed, and he sat up on his heels looking rather pleased with himself. He commentated how lovely my cunt tasted (something I had never really considered before), and he laid on the bed next to me and pressed his mouth to mine, giving me a kiss with strong taste of my cunt. It was the first such kiss I had received, and I thought my cunt tasted lovely too. When he stopped kissing me, he spooned me, telling me that I would be getting his rock-hard cock tonight, and I slipped off to sleep happily in his arms.

When I awoke, he was still cuddling me. That was lovely. We got dressed and went out for some dinner, and we were asking lots of questions about each other. It turns out he missed a lecture because he was cuddling me. Naughty Mira for making him miss a lecture.

We then went to the bar and had a fun night. I noticed he wasn’t drinking alcohol, which was very unusual for him. I mused that he was keeping my fuck in mind when making his drink choice. I was really hoping it would be a good fuck.

Finally, at about 1am, the group split up and he said he’d walk me home. He must have seen the look on my face, as he leant in and whispered that he’s going to fuck me there. That made me happy, and we set off towards my room.

When we got inside, he locked my door and pulled the bed away from the wall “unless I wanted my neighbours to have an hour of my bed banging on the wall”. I didn’t mind if they knew, but my neighbours were lovely, and I didn’t want to annoy them.

He systematically stripped me, first my top and bra, taking time to lick and suck on each nipple for a while. Once he was happy with how they had grown and how hard they were, he undid my trousers and slipped them and my panties to the floor. He lay me back on the bed and gently nudged my legs slightly apart. Then he stripped off, his eyes not leaving my cunt whilst he did it. By the time he released his cock from his boxers, it sprang up fairly hard.

He knelt on the bed between my legs and told me to finish getting his cock ready. I moved both hands to it and started moving them up and down, fingers wrapped around his shaft. I really wanted to put it into my mouth, but clearly by where his body was, he only wanted me to use my hands. Still, it didn’t take much to get him really hard, and so he told me to open my cunt for him. As I held my lips open with my forefingers, he took an admiring look at my pink vulva, before rubbing his glans against it whilst asking me what I wanted him to do. I was squealing “Fuck me” like a crazed pig until he slowly started pushing his rock-hard length into my cunt. I let go of my lips and stretched my arms back above my head, so my electrolysis cleared armpits were on display to him.

I can’t tell you just how good it felt, just feeling him slide inside me. It was amazing. Once his cock was all the way in, he asked me if I was OK, and when I confirmed I was, he started his rhythmic sliding in and out, very slow at first building up speed. I looked down my body at him concentrating at keeping his rhythm, his eyes flicking between my filled cunt, my strained nipples, and my hungry eyes.

His stamina was impressive. He was in no hurry to cum. Instead, he carried out a rhythmic fuck, each time almost removing his cock completely. I really noticed the difference between my cunt being filled by his rock-hard cock, and the gap where his cock used to be. He wasn’t really building an orgasm, but I was loving the feelings of his cock inside me. I looked down past my tits to see the occasional glimpse of his cock on its way out and back in again. The visuals just added to the physical sensations, especially when he grew even further, and I felt him stretching my cunt just a little.

He somehow managed to place my hand to my clit, and he told me to work it like the slut he knew I was. Filthy talk. I liked it. Made me feel like a slut (in a good way). I started (quite roughly) rolling my clit and tugging at it, as he slightly sped up his robust strokes.

I was instructed to “tell me when you’re close, slut”, which made me giggle, but I was still a fair way off. I started gritting my teeth, which no doubt he picked up on, as he raised his speed again. Eventually, he knew I was close, and I knew he was close. A few more strokes and I declared myself as near.

With gritted teeth, after telling me to keep tweaking my clit, he demanded that I “cum for him, bitch”, and a particularly powerful slam in of his finished me off. I realised my orgasm was being mixed with his, his cock spewing cum into my wanton cunt.

He looked down at me and left his shrinking cock in my cunt. I decided that was the moment to tell him that he’d just taken my cherry, something about which he looked remarkably smug.

As his cock slipped out of my slick cunt, he adjusted his position and spooned me, and we drifted off to sleep with him wrapped around me.

The following morning, he said that was the best fuck he’d ever had, and I’m not giving anything away to tell you that there were many more fucks with him over the time I was at uni. And he was great for me, as we often discussed the women we’d each like to fuck, and he was happy to carry on fucking me whilst I explored my pan side with some of those women. But I was his slut, I liked it and he liked it too.

Anya’s Cherry

16 April 2021 /

During lockdown, to while away some of the long winter evenings, we decided to discuss various sexual adventures the three of us had before we got together. Some women get very jealous of previous partners of their partners, but I really get off on such talk. I mean, sex is sex and therefore exciting, and as some of the adventures are interesting, I thought I’d share some of them with you.

The first one concerns Anya. Every school has an Anya. She was the most gorgeous female specimen you had ever seen. Silky glossy long dark hair, bright blue eyes, tits that were large enough and flaunted enough to get the devotion of every heterosexual male within a ten mile radius (28G so it turns out).

Apart from my husband. Because to my husband, Anya was trouble. She was a bitch, who used the other boys for her own ends. He didn’t fall under her spell, and that seemed to drive her wild.

It must have done, because for the biggest event of the school calendar for 16 year olds, the school disco, despite having offers from virtually every other boy in the place, she asked my husband if he would go with her. She asked him! She swore him to secrecy and told everyone he asked her, but my husband knew the truth.

I asked him why he said yes, and his explanation was that men chased Anya. Anya didn’t chase men, so he was intrigued where this was going. He was half expecting her to ditch him after they got there and go off with someone else, so he was prepared for anything.

So come the evening, he arrived to pick her up, and she looked absolutely stunning. Totally drop dead gorgeous. I’ve seen the photo from when they arrived at the disco, and they looked quite the pair. And despite what he was expecting, she was attentive all evening, snogging him very publicly and very fully, and only disappearing for the odd toilet break with the girls.

After they’d been there for 2 hours (still 3 hours to go), they were standing in the corridor having a full-on snog and he was groping and squeezing at her ass (like he does to me, a brazen act that makes me feel totally owned). She broke his kiss and asked him if he wanted to go somewhere quieter to “get more acquainted with her body”. He wasn’t about to say no. He was obsessed with naked tits even then, and so they sloped off to a classroom in a quieter part of the school. No sooner had they got into the dimly lit classroom, her shoulders were out of the dress, her bra was on the floor and he was sucking on her tits like he was in one of those high-priced sex shop porn mags he bought off the school black market. And from the noises she was making, he was certainly doing it well.

But after a good half hour of tit worship, she told him he had to stop as she “needed a piss before he fucked her”. He thinks he surprised her by saying her hadn’t decided whether he was going to fuck her yet, as she hadn’t shown him she really wanted him to. She pouted a little and said she had made a careful choice, and that he was definitely the best man for the job.

But then came the bombshell. She told him she was still a virgin, and that she really wanted him to take her cherry and to make her a woman. But he was confused, as half of the school had claimed to have fucked her, but she told him with a wink that it wasn’t just boys who pumped up their sex lives for reasons of prowess and reputation, and that her reputation was enhanced by the lads thinking she was a sex machine. But nevertheless, she was a virgin, and she was desperate for him to fill her cunt with throbbing manhood, she was desperate for him to make her a woman.

He really wanted to, but he wanted to remain in control of the situation, so he told her he would only fuck her if she found a way to convince him that she really wanted him to. She still looked a little pouty as she loaded herself into her bra, and said she’d come up with a way to prove to him that he should fuck her, and she nipped off to the bathroom, putting on a show of bravado as she left about how she wasn’t that bothered after all.

He went into the main hall, and (slightly nervously) waited for her to come back. When he first saw her return to the hall, she was talking in quite an animated way to a couple of her female posse, and then she looked around and left them to come in his direction. She got to him, put her arms round his neck and gave him a very public and long full-tongued snog. That made everyone look, and once they were looking, she broke away from him, held her right fist in front of him, slightly opened it, and her panties unfurled for everyone to see.

Half the crowd couldn’t believe she was giving him her panties, and the other half couldn’t believe how tiny they were. With a smile, he took them off her, put them in his pocket, took her hand and they headed off into the school to find somewhere to fuck.

The classroom they were in earlier was taken with another amorous couple, so they kept going until they found a different room. They kissed for a long time, with him once again revealing her voluptuous tits and squeezing them whilst he was kissing her. Then he leant her back onto the desk behind her, picked up the front of her gown, and flicked it up over her belly. For the first time, he got to look at her cunt, and at the perfectly manicured tiny triangle of hair she had above her clit.

He stepped up to her and put his hand down to her cunt, gently stroking at her lips and slowly burrowing in. He was totally running on instinct; powered by that school black market porn and the early lads mags, he explored a woman’s folds for the first time, and the noises and smile on her face indicated she was enjoying it. He pushed his fingers in deeper and deeper, and her breathing got quicker and quicker. But she stopped him just as he thought he was bringing her to orgasm and insisted on having his cock.

He was rock hard after playing with her cunt, and she was sopping wet too, so with her lying back over the desk with her feet on the floor, and him standing between her legs, he pushed his hard cock gently between her lips and into her cunt, and once he was fully impaled, he grabbed hold of her naked tits and started rhythmically pounding away.

She was already on the edge, and he was excited, so neither of them lasted long, but he remembered her overwhelming tightness as his cock pounded away, and of the squeezing as she came causing him to spew cum into her virgin cunt.

After he shrank out, she sat up and, with tears in her eyes, they cuddled. And it was as they were cuddling, they became aware of the other people watching through the window. Her deflowering was witnessed by two dozen or so people and became legend around the schools.

Anya, sixteen, was his first and he, sixteen, was hers.

Nurse Mira (Part One)

9 September 2020 /

The secretary outfit was fabulous, and I was well and truly hooked on using outfits to enhance sex, but I wanted my next outfit to be one that put me in charge rather than him. I remembered that not long after we got together, my husband was looking through an old work wear catalogue and had stopped at the nurse’s uniforms page. He gestured towards a nurse’s tunic and said I’d look good in that. It was barely long enough to cover my cunt and definitely wouldn’t cover my ass, yet he didn’t have trousers or a skirt in mind.

So, for my next outfit, I started by ordering a nurse’s tunic in the colour scheme I always think of first for a nurse, which is light blue with white trim, and since I was between sizes, I bought the smaller size in the hope of generating a bit of gaping around the tits.

It was delivered whilst he was at work, and so I got to try it on and gaze longingly at it. It definitely needed a bra to enhance my cleavage, and I knew exactly which one I needed – a Panache Inferno, now sadly no longer available other than second hand. It has a very deep plunge, so it is perfect for those gaping looks. I had a stash of them, a white one amongst them. I only normally wear a white bra if I want the bra to show and the colour is important, which was definitely the case here. It looked great under the tunic, creating the gaping effect I was after. I decided to do a little surgery on the bra, cutting discs out where my nipples and areolas are, so my nipples would rub on the tougher fabric of the tunic to automatically keep them somewhat erect, as I definitely wanted my nipple shape to show through the tunic. I added a vintage style nurse’s cap and white stockings and suspenders to give me a hard wearing and fairly authentic looking costume.

I also decided my husband needed a traditional theatre gown, opening at the back with ties in full ass displaying glory.

The day I decided to reveal the outfits, I was waiting for him when he came in from work. When he saw me in the outfit, he clearly liked what he saw.

As I started to address him, I reminded myself of my goal to be professional throughout the encounter and to not react when I get turned on or when I cum: that was a hell of a challenge for somebody as vocal as I normally am.

With that in mind, I welcomed him to the ‘hospital’ and told him to strip, put the gown on and to sit on the bed to await the consultation. I left him for a while and when I returned, he had complied. I stood next to him, my gaping cleavage at eye height right by his face, and as I started to ask him questions, I saw his eyes mostly look towards my tits, only occasionally looking at my face.

I started by looking into his eyes, then his ears, and then his mouth (using an ice cream stick as a spatula). As I said all that looked good, I slipped the gown off his shoulders to reveal his chest and used a metal ruler to measure the diameters of his nipples and areolas. Then I started playing with his nipples, saying I was checking whether his body responded to stimulation, and it did. I squeezed, twisted, and pulled at his nipples, making him moan enthusiastically. His nipples are quite small, but they got noticeably larger and significantly harder at my fingertips. I remeasured the diameters, and then declared his nipple response was as I would expect, and I helped him to put the gown back on.

I then got him to lie on the bed and I picked up the front of the gown, folding it back to uncover his cock. It was already stirring after the nipple workout. I sighed and said as it was slightly erect, I would need to wait to take my measurements, and I moved on to inspecting his cock and balls, first looking all round his partially erect cock, peeling back the foreskin, and running my finger round behind his glans. His cock was nearly erect at this point, so I began pumping the length of his cock with my right hand, whilst cupping and squeezing his balls with my left hand.

His cock quickly jumped to attention and then, over time, got harder and harder with each squeeze of the balls. I carried on with this until I could resist his rock-hard cock no longer. I quickly measured its length and diameter, then after a few moments of focussed strokes with my hand, I climbed onto the bed, straddled him (facing him), and lined my cunt up with his cock.

I slid down enveloping his cock and started riding, sliding his cock in and out, feeling his full length deep inside me, and trying desperately to not make noises that would normally signal that I was enjoying the penetration. It wasn’t long before I felt that tell-tale twitch of his cock that meant he was very near cumming. So, I slid up his cock so that only his glans was between my lips, and a fraction of a second later, I felt a number of good squirts fire into my cunt. After he had finished, his cock shrank quickly and slipped out of me.

I climbed off and in a very matter of fact voice, I said that test was successful. I covered over his cock with the gown (without cleaning him up) and I moved on to the next test – I popped a thermometer in his mouth and stood with my cummy cunt right next to his face, waiting for the thermometer to finish. I looked down and saw him transfixed at my cunt and I knew his nose would be filled with the strong smell of sex from my cunt.

I removed the thermometer and noted the reading, and then I told him I’d need to confirm that with an anal temperature reading and told him to roll over. His ass crack was beautifully framed by the opening of the gown. As I moved to put the thermometer through his asshole, I felt some cum start to escape from my cunt. I waited with my cunt by his face again, knowing that he was likely to see a bead of cum oozing from my cunt. He was again staring with a look of lust on his face.

I finally removed the thermometer and again noted the temperature. I flexed my cunt muscles to make my cunt wink at him and to encourage more cum to ooze out. His eyes widened and he finally looked up at my face. I told him that I needed to measure the internal volume of his ass, and I produced an inflatable butt plug. I started applying lube to it, as I told him I would insert this and inflate it until he was clearly uncomfortable to provide me with an indicative volume. It was a substantial butt plug, as I knew his greedy ass would be able to take it. I intended to cause him a lot of discomfort with a massive inflation, and I knew I’d have to work hard to bring his cock back to life.

Sexual Distractions, Orgasms, Pain and Distress

8 August 2020 /

What happened to me over the winter has led me to realise what powerful tools we have in sexual activity, distraction techniques, orgasms, and even carefully selected pain in dealing with the things that ail me.

The clues have been there for some time. I’ve mentioned before how much my mental health suffers if I don’t have enough sex, so sex and orgasms certainly improve my mental wellbeing.

I think it is well known that having orgasms during your period can often help to significantly reduce period pain and can shorten your period. It certainly did both with me, to such an extent that I had to have orgasms many times a day whilst I was bleeding purely for pain management.

I’ve also never understood why women say they have a headache as an excuse to get out of sex. I’ve always found that sex and orgasms normally take the edge off my headache, even if it is the type of headache that hasn’t responded to medication.

Throughout our relationship, my husband and I have deployed sexual activity to manage my anxiety (which only flares up occasionally now but used to be really bad). My childhood meant that I was always anxious, especially about friendships and sexual relationships. That was particularly acute in the early days of my relationship with my now-husband, and I mentioned it one day when he was at work. He suggested I put my comfortable (yet sizable) butt plug in, sat in my really soft teddy bear dressing gown, and imagined he was wrapped around me hugging me with his cock in my ass.

When he got in, I was somewhat less anxious, but he thought he could do better. He sat naked on the settee, with me getting his cock hard with my hands, whilst he removed the butt plug and lubed up my asshole again. Then, I lowered myself onto his cock, him guiding it into my awaiting asshole. I realised that I had the butt plug in my asshole for the longest I ever had, so when he removed it, my asshole was gaping a little. It made his cock entering me rather easy.

He wrapped his arms round me, grabbing a good handful of tit in each hand, thereby completing the cocooned feeling. I was in bliss, and what was left on my anxiety fell away.

He roughly kneaded, groped, and squeezed my tits, which he knows I love, and when I felt his cock lose just a little of its structural integrity, he started to rock a little, just to bring his cock back to complete hardness.

Once his rocking was no longer enough, I started to ride him. I was in Anal Reverse Cowgirl, so I was in charge of how deep he got, and after me riding him got his cock growing again, he got very deep. He was still holding on to my tits and my movements were making them twist and drag which only heightened my excitement, and his growing just before he came was the last straw and I had a very rare orgasm with no cunt contact.

Since then, wearing the butt plug when I’m a little anxious invokes those and other good memories and therefore calms me down. I guess it works the same way as a comfort blanket, something familiar that you can feel the physical sensation on your body, with a link to good memories and feelings.

I’ve also found that a butt plug helps to reduce stress by distracting you with its physical presence (because you can always feel it in). For example, good feelings interrupt the build-up of anger and frustration, thereby keeping me calm.

But the biggest evidence to support this has been recently in the early stages of coming off gluten. I had tremendous pain deep inside the bones of my shoulders and the painkillers I had didn’t touch it. It turns out that my bone pain was due to my lack of nutrient absorption when I was glutened, so when I started taking supplements, the bones hurt from suddenly absorbing a glut of nutrients. My husband tried massage on me, but as it wasn’t tissue pain that had little effect. So, he suggested he try to distract me with some sex and some orgasms.

His cock filled my cunt for a while, and that brought a smile to my face, yet it wasn’t enough. So, after he’d cum, he got my wand, set it to maximum power, revealed my clit from inside its protective cocoon and applied the wand to it. My body instinctively tried to twist away from the wand, yet he managed to hold me in place and brought me to a hard orgasm. The relief from pain was fabulous, but after a few minutes, the pain started to come back. I told him I wanted another orgasm but was much more wriggly than last time.

He stopped after a bit of wriggling and loaded me into Victoria’s under bed restraints. I had never used them before (although he had used them with Vicki, as she loves them). I had always been very wary of restraints, but I agreed this time because I needed the orgasms, and I knew as my clit got more tender, I would wriggle harder to get away, even though my brain desperately wanted the orgasms.

My legs were wide apart and my arms slightly so, cuffed to the headboard. He turned the wand on and quite firmly applied it to my clit. My body tried to twist away, but it couldn’t get away and my poor clit was now solely dependent on his mercy for some relief, and that mercy wasn’t forthcoming. Over the course of the evening, I had orgasm after orgasm, each one giving my pain a little relief. My clit was the most swollen and engorged that I’ve ever seen it, yet the distraction and orgasms did their job, and for a few hours, my deep pain was significantly reduced. And I have to admit that I enjoyed not being able to escape the wand.

But there comes a point where a girl can’t orgasm again for a while. I was still in pain, so he thought of another distraction technique, and that was a good hard sustained spanking. My brain seems to only be able to focus on one source of pain at a time, so his theory was that if he spanked or paddled my ass enough, my brain will switch from deep bone pain to my spanked ass pain.

I was desperate for pain relief that worked, so I gave it a go. As he started spanking me, I felt the sensations of flesh meeting flesh, but any pain was drowned out. He quickly moved on to the soft side of the paddle and then the hard side, focussing on his favourite up and under stroke. He thought that focussing on one spot would maximise the pain I felt, and it was the pain that was important.

After a few dozen strokes with the hard side, I realised that my ass was feeling rather painful, but at the same time, the bone pain had really subsided. The tactic was clearly working, and I find the pain of a well spanked ass very pleasurable. He carried on paddling my ass, and it really fucking hurt, but my shoulders didn’t, and it allowed me to get to sleep, enjoying the throbbing in my ass rather than in my shoulders.

He repeated things the following day with similar success, and the day after, the shoulder pain was subsiding, so these techniques weren’t necessary. These techniques definitely work for me though and will be deployed again in the future. Sex isn’t just for fun and babies.

So We Weren’t Too Drunk To Be Fucked (50th – Part Four)

11 July 2020 /

I finally got my husband’s write-up of our drunk fuck in my hands, and Victoria was eagerly looking over my shoulder to read it at the same time I was.

I was worked up, I was in a sexy mood, and excited as I read the first line. “Well at least you didn’t throw up or piss in the car.” Cheeky fucker. Mind you, we were that drunk, it wouldn’t have surprised me if we did. We barely got into the car and took a couple of minutes to find the seatbelts, giggling the entire time.

I snuggled up to Vicki on the back seat of the car and I got a good strong dose of parfum de cunt. I buried my head between her thighs and started licking away at what I could reach of her cunt. She opened her legs to help and that allowed me to get my head further down and my tongue further in. As the thing mostly in reach was her clit, even in her drunken state, she was going to cum, and she played with my hair whilst I got her there.

After she came, Victoria started begging my husband for our expected fucks, whilst I tried to sound authoritative, reminding him of our consent and demanding cock; authoritative doesn’t work when you’re pissed.

When we got home, he had to help us out of the car and almost had to carry us in, one at a time. I was first, and he took me straight to the bedroom, stripped my dress and bra off me and rolled me on to the bed (so I ended up naked and face up).

He returned a couple of minutes later with Vicki in his arms and stood her at the foot of the bed. She lifted her arms to have her dress removed, then as he pulled it off, she collapsed and she fell face forwards, her top half falling onto the bed, her face being near my cunt.

When she finally spotted my cunt, she drunkenly started licking. It wasn’t her best licking effort; she didn’t get in rhythm, but she gave it a valiant go. He offered his cock to my mouth as Vicki was licking, and I swallowed it in and started sucking. It wasn’t a particularly focussed suck either, but it got him hard, which was useful.

He went behind Vicki, picked her up off her knees (by putting his hand between her legs under her cunt and lifting). Once she was standing up, bent over with her tits still resting on the bed, he drove his cock into her cunt. He rightly assessed she would be slick enough without warm-up, so he held onto her hips as she was bent over and just rhythmically fucked her. She had a smile on her face but was otherwise not that responsive. He was surprised, as he thought the chances of making her cum were non-existent, yet she got louder and louder and eventually came, and he did almost immediately as he was fighting to hold on.

He withdrew his cock and returned to my mouth to give me a taste of her cunt. As I sucked, I put my hand to my cunt and started fumbling around there. After a couple of minutes, Vicki seemed to notice, so she moved my hand out of the way, and she started fucking me with her fingers, and licking at my clit, and this time, she got enough rhythm to make me cum, although it took some time to get me there.

My husband stood watching the show and bringing his cock back to life. It didn’t take much.

He clambered onto the bed and lined his cock up over my cunt. Vicki stopped playing with my cunt, parted my cunt lips and moved her head back a little, allowing my husband to insert the tip of his cock between my lips. Then she let go and he deeply filled my cunt with his cock. I apparently sounded quite desperate when I said, “Fuck me, fuck me” and my husband started long steady strokes with his cock, meaning I went from nearly full to nearly empty every second or so.

Vicki moved her head again so that with every stroke, her tongue ran over his balls. This made him particularly hard and particularly big. It was a long hard fuck, as he was fresh from cumming in Vicki’s cunt, so he could last a very long time. And I just lay there and took every stroke, every inch, every throb. He said it was really obvious that I wasn’t responding as I usually would (as our regular sex is very emotional), and he felt like he was really using me as a hole. But use my hole he did and eventually, with the help of Vicki’s tongue on his balls, he managed to both make me cum and cum himself.

He then wiped his cock on my outer flaps (something that would make me feel quite degraded when I’m not drunk), and then he climbed off me.

Vicki started trying to move, and my husband went to help her up onto the bed properly. As she finally laid face up, she moaned slightly and started to fidget, particularly around the middle part of her body. My husband watched her distress for a minute, and then had a brainwave.

He gently pressed on her bladder, and it felt as hard as iron. Yes, the poor girl was distressed because she needed to piss. In a good piece of planning before he left, he had put protective coverings on the bed “just in case they were needed.” So, he opened her cunt flaps to reveal her pisshole, told her to just go ahead and piss, and pressed harder on her bladder to encourage her. He loves pressing on a female bladder, as normally, the muscles are not strong enough to stop piss forcing its way out.

But this time, there was no resistance at all, and he got to watch with delight as the piss flowed steadily from her pisshole. She seemed to not try to stop it; she just smiled in relief as her piss flowed. He pressed on her bladder a couple more times to ensure it was emptying.

There she was, Vicki the professional lying naked in her own pissy bed. The juxtaposition was delicious. Her piss was seeping over my side of the bed, and I started to try to roll away from it. He gently pushed me back so that my right ass cheek was firmly in a pissy bed, and he lightly held me down by the bladder. He opened my cunt flaps too, and then pushed harder down on my bladder. I squirmed a little, but he kept steady pressure on my bladder and copious amount of my piss joined Vicki’s on the bed. When I was empty, he left us in our drunken dozy state surrounded by our piss.

Three hours later, his cock had recovered and he was ready for some anal. He is quite used to turning us over when we are asleep, as sometimes we need turning over for a lazy anal session. Neither of us stirred much as he flipped us over, so he lubed up my asshole, inserted his cock and fucked me and came. I barely reacted.

Once he had removed his cock, he roughly inserted a substantial butt plug and left me there. He came back another hour later to do the same to Vicki, and as you know, he returned later to swap our butt plugs over and then to talk to us once we awoke.

It sounded amazing. Shame we were too drunk to remember.

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