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Christmas Cheer

My husband and I aren’t massive Christmas people. We’ve both got things in our histories that put a dampener on the season, and given it is my husband’s birthday, we celebrate that in the main and we just normally spend the day snuggling and fucking.

But this year, we have had some really special news to brighten up the season and bring us some Christmas cheer. You see, whilst Victoria was away for work this year, she has been staying down south with our friend Laura. It was us that originally introduced them (at one of our parties), and Laura’s was a convenient place for Vicki to crash, but it quickly turned into a good friendship, and soon after a friendship with some casual sex.

Some casual sex turned into rather a lot of very intimate sex and over the past few months, it appeared to us to be turning into a full-blown relationship, as we had noticed them behaving more and more as a couple. Seems that it happened somewhat by accident, and they only recently realised themselves (a good while after we had). When we stayed with them last week, it was clear they needed to talk something through, so after we got our tits out but before any of us began working towards an orgasm, we had a summit.

Summits are a part of a well-functioning polyamorous relationship, and of course, Vicki is our much loved third and someone we already have an enormously deep relationship with. She was very relieved to know that we had realised what was going on. Be hard not to: you can see it in their eyes and in their interactions. They are very much in love.

Things like this are a crossroads in a polyamorous relationship, and my husband and I had talked a few days before that it was likely she would want out of the relationship, and we would obviously let her go, but would have been tremendously sad at doing so. But things didn’t work out like that.

What Vicki was really nervous about was asking whether we would like a new sort of polyamorous relationship, one built on two married couples rather than one married couple and a third. The married couple and a third thing always did feel a little uneven for me, but it was the best we could do. We loved her and wanted her in our relationship. It was just the reality of the situation that my husband would always be my first concern and me his. This new structure would have Vicki and Laura being each other’s first concern. Seemed much fairer.

And Laura is already very close to us, and perhaps closer than we realised. We helped her to get over her husband’s affair, helped her to reconnect with her lesbian side and brought sex back to life for her. Through all that, we developed really close connections too, and it is something my husband and I have discussed for a while. What we didn’t realise is the connection she felt for us, almost at times jealous of not being part of our family. It was never just about great sex for her, it was always much more than that, but she never really told us.

So, having fallen totally in love with Vicki, this was the perfect arrangement for Laura. They were just scared we wouldn’t want to. They need not have worried. It was the easiest decision my husband and I ever made (although we did privately discuss it to make sure it was what we each wanted).

So, as of last week, we are a polycule of two couples, each pair of the four people closely emotionally connected through love and care, and physically connected through fucking good sex, kink and common bonds.

And as part of the polycule, Laura and Vicki intend to get married next year, and are therefore officially engaged. They’ve already asked me to be chief bridesmaid and my husband to be best man – that makes the best man fucking the chief bridesmaid almost a certainty!

My husband and I are absolutely over the moon with the whole situation. For someone who started with us with no interest in a relationship, our beloved Victoria is now totally and utterly in love, and you can just see what a connection they have. Laura has been through a lot and deserves happiness, and in Vicki and our relationships, she’s having a great chance of that. My husband and I couldn’t be happier with the way it has all worked out.

And of course, we will also still have sex with others, with appropriate agreement from all involved, it just extends our family by one and means Laura is as committed to the family as Vicki, rather than just having some great sex with us.

We talked about living and working arrangements, and how impractical four people living in one place and all mostly working from home would be. Laura had previously decided that she needs to get away from the bad memories that are all around where she currently lives, and therefore, she has decided to sell her house down south. They’ve both seen and experienced enough of what life is like up here to realise they want a bit of that in their futures too, so Laura is going to buy somewhere in our village, hopefully only a minute or two away, and we’ll all have keys to both, so living will be flexible and varied. I feel incredibly lucky to be here, and with these two amazing women both totally committed to our relationships.

And by way of emphasising how much sex there will be between the four of us, my husband and I fucked them both later in the evening, starting as we meant to go on. He had us all in a row bending over the sofa, cunts on display, moving his cock seamlessly from penetrating one cunt to the next before any of us could cum. My husband’s cock seemed particularly hard, and he was switching from cunt to cunt without losing any structural integrity. Having three cunts to fuck really suits him! He eventually ended up cumming in Laura’s ass in her favourite pinned against the wall anal position. He didn’t allow any of the three of us to cum, until at the end, we lay in a triangle, and each licked each other to orgasm. A perfect way to cement our new relationships (if a little frustrating at being edged until the end).

So, in a change of plans, Laura and Vicki are both here for Christmas. They arrived on Christmas Eve Eve, and almost immediately, the lounge became a sea of bare tits and asses, and hairless cunts (as Laura has completed her electrolysis and is as hairless as me and Vicki).

And Laura has already handed over her panties to my husband to lock away. Like Vicki and me, she’s now without periods thanks to her Mirena, and so she too pledged to be pantyless, exactly five years to the day from when I did so.

In some ways, all these whirlwind changes are so surreal, and yet in other ways, they are so perfect. It just feels so comfortable and right. After a pretty crappy year for everything apart from sex, kink, this blog and my relationships, it is a perfect end to the year and a great way to start 2023.

Happy Christmas everyone (or whatever you are celebrating at the moment). Stay safe. Have orgasms. And then have some more orgasms, as there are never enough orgasms in the world.

Mira xxx

She Wasn’t The Only One

Victoria realised she wasn’t the only one he was fucking. But it was a relief that when the managing director had a heart attack mid-fuck and died, he wasn’t in bed with her. She was very upset though, as she had become slightly addicted to their sessions, which by this point had been going on for nearly a year and a half.

As far as the original goal was concerned, it was a success. Fucking him had not given her promotions, but it had contributed to her having more opportunities to prove herself and probably to her pay rises.

Ever since her first introduction to the chopsticks clamps, whenever they got together, he had asked her to wear chopsticks in her hair (crossed and poked through buns to pin her hair up) as a sign of her happiness to have the clamps used on her. She did this willingly, especially as the chopsticks he bought her were customised for her and very expensive. (He also didn’t actually use them or torment her nipples or tongues – he always used cheap ones for that, as they bend better and applied the pressure better.)

She decided to wear the chopsticks to his funeral, as it was the last time they’d be together, and it was the end of a particularly important chapter. Seems like she wasn’t the only one who had that idea.

When she got to the funeral, the first thing she noticed was Sabina was wearing chopsticks, virtually identical apart from the customisation. Sabina was who he was fucking when he died. That must have been awful. Sabina was at a different office, so Vicki’s guess of him having a woman in every port was probably spot on. A further three people arrived with chopsticks, each from different offices.

After the funeral, all the chopsticks wearers all seemed to congregate together, and after a suitable period, they decided to slip away to Sabina’s home, which was near to the cemetery, so they could discuss him and their experiences.

It seems like Vicki’s sessions were replicated for all four of the others. Sabina made a point of failing the test each and every time, as she craved the chopsticks sessions. The others tried their best to succeed in each clit test. Vicki was more in line with Sabina, not really trying too hard to beat her previous clit test.

In some ways, it felt like the other three didn’t really enjoy the sessions, whereas Sabina, like Vicki, actually really wanted them. Sabina was much more in tune with Vicki than the others, and the others soon left, at least one of them seemingly embarrassed to have been in that club.

With the others now gone, Sabina and Vicki both relaxed in each other’s company, and really got into talking about the full filth of their separate sessions. It turned out that Sabina had been threatened with having someone else’s nipples share her chopstick nipple clamp, forcing her to be face to face with someone else going through the same ordeal. They both thought it would be a fitting memorial to him to try it out, as Sabina had the chopsticks and bands at hand.

Neither of them wanted to use a chopsticks clamp on their tongues, but for each of them, he’d used one on their clits occasionally, so they decided to do that, but separately on each clit for practical reasons.

It was an interesting experience, as previously, they have been restrained, but this time, they were free to move. Again, for practical reasons, they decided to apply them to each other’s clits first, Vicki applying the bands quite loosely to the chopsticks round Sabina’s clit, but Sabina was much more brutal in adjusting Vicki’s, so Vicki went back and they both adjusted the bands until the chopsticks were very tight and rather painful. It’s what he would have wanted.

So next, their nipples were the target, and Sabina knew how to make this work the best. Four nipples along one set of chopsticks, alternating to each of them (and obviously poking through from opposite sides). But there needed to be bands between nipples, so some of them could not be adjusted once they were put on.

Vicki went first, with her right nipple, and Sabina made it as tight as Vicki could bear (with another two twists of the band for luck). Sabina then put her left nipple in and Vicki applied the band, trying to match the tightness with her own. Their faces were very close, but Vicki worked on Sabina’s right nipple before Sabina worked on Vicki’s left. All 4 nipples were clamped in the same chopsticks and very very tightly, so the pain was overwhelming. After they had finished admiring their handywork, they looked at each other, their faces close, and it was only a matter of a few seconds before they started kissing, a full-on tongues special, kissing like teenagers that had never kissed before. Fuelled by their shared ordeal and overwhelming emotions and pain, they kissed and kissed.

Eventually, they stopped kissing, and Vicki suggested they, one at a time, each reach down between the other’s legs and masturbate each other. Whilst their clits are captive, they can still twist and move it by manipulating the chopsticks, and they can work the rest of their cunts with their fingers. Sabina said that would be lovely, and they had to shuffle their asses apart slightly to give themselves room (as their clits were almost touching).

Vicki moved her hands down between Sabina’s legs, started stroking what of her clit was bulging from the top of the chopsticks. It was (perhaps unsurprisingly) very very sensitive, so her light touches were like a bolt of electricity for Sabina. Vicki gently started touching against Sabina’s vulva with a couple of fingers, before nudging them into her cunt bit by bit. Soon, her fingers were buried in Sabina’s cunt up to Vicki’s knuckles, so the light touches of clit, together with fingers working the full length of Sabina’s tunnel had an immediate effect. But Sabina’s nipples were tied by chopsticks to Vicki’s, so Sabina’s movements also twisted Vicki’s nipples. It was very distracting for Vicki, who had to concentrate hard to keep the rhythm. Sabina came pretty easily, but Vicki was set on another orgasm, which took some work, but was enormous when it arrived, with Sabina arching back as she came pulling Vicki over.

After a brief period to allow Sabina to recover, Sabina started work on Vicki’s cunt, and Vicki’s first orgasm only took seconds to arrive. Her second was much harder work, and Sabina’s tits were pulled and twisted as Vicki’s body moved to ride Sabina’s fingers, her fingers working quickly but rhythmically inside Vicki’s cunt, and the thumb and finger tweaking Vicki’s bulging entombed clit increasingly getting rougher. Vicki fought to hold it off, in the process continuing her clit and nipple torment longer that it need be, but eventually, she got overwhelmed, and orgasmed hard on Sabina’s fingers, her body collapsing against Sabina and ending up in a cuddle.

That was enough for one day, and they thought he would be proud of them and would have enjoyed the show. They thought they tied the bands a notch tighter than he ever did, as the pain was a magnitude greater, but the orgasms were harder too.

Vicki and Sabina met occasionally for work purposes after this, and repeated this whenever they did, until they each moved on to other companies. They both got their promotions and pay rises, so all that clit, nipple and tongue pain ultimately proved to be worthwhile; Vicki’s career would not be as it is now were it not for him.

What Happens When You Fail The Clit Test

Victoria had fucked the managing director of her company now six times over about four months. Each time, she had passed the clit test, but it was inevitable she would fail, and she did on the seventh occasion. She was a little distraught, but he told her it would be OK, and that there is a special kind of retest that she could take if she wanted to. She did want to, even when he told her that once the wand had connected with her clit, there was no way for her to stop the test no matter what. That was her choice: a clit assault that she couldn’t stop or leave now and for good.

The problem for her was that over the last few months, this had gone from fucking her way to the top to a primal need for well-functioning cock. She really didn’t want this to end, so she chose the retest, which pleased him.

He said this would push her clit way more than had been done before, and he had a special treat for her nipples and tongue too. She couldn’t wait and was a little scared at the same time.

He led her over to the bed and got her to lay in the middle, her ass up on a pillow. From under the bed, he produced the ends of a set of under-bed restraints and proceeded to attach them to her wrists and ankles, loosely at first, and then expertly tightening them bit by bit so that soon, she was held tightly in place. He asked her to pull against the restraints, and further tightened them as a result of what he saw, repeating this a few times until he was happy she could not move.

Next her produced 4 chopsticks, and he carefully wrapped rubber bands around one end of each pair. Her eyes widened as she knew what these were for. He rolled and twisted her nipples to get them harder, and then he put one pair of chopsticks around her right nipple (one chopstick above and one below) and he wrapped the rubber band round the middle of the chopstick, before bringing her other nipple in between the chopsticks and wrapping another rubber band round the other end of the chopsticks. It was painful and got more so as he tightened the rubber bands on each end.

He looked at her and said it was to distract her from the pain her clit was about to feel, and he got the other chopsticks and asked her to stick out her tongue. He did the same to her tongue, meaning it was held out of her mouth and therefore it was impossible for her to speak.

He told her that she would need to be quiet, and the chopsticks round her tongue would remind her of that.

Next, he took the panties out of her clutch bag. He always insisted she had a pair with her, but also insisted she never wore them. He opened out the panties and found the only bit of fabric (a small triangle at the front) and rubbed the inside that over and inside her sopping cunt. Her cunt was slick with juices and had some cum in it, so the fabric was a sticky mess in no time at all. He carefully folded them so that the sticky part was outside and he pushed it to her nose, holding it in place with a larger rubber band. The strong smell of her cunt, her juices and his cum was pretty overwhelming, and that was in itself a distraction.

Then he got the wand with the clit cup attachment and sat next to her. He told her that this was her last chance to back out. Once that clit cup touches her clit, there was no way she could stop it. The pain in her nipples and tongue was to distract from the pain in her clit, and with her head being lower than her ass, she was likely to get a bit light-headed too. He knew how much she was short of the target, so he will hold the cup to her clit for that shortfall, plus the whole original target again. Every time she made a noise, he would add a minute, although each time she orgasmed, he’d take a minute off.

He reminded her that only a few minutes ago, her clit was under assault as part of the original clit test, so this was pushing her clit much further than it had ever been before. He then asked her if she agreed to the new assault on her clit, and it not stopping no matter what. Yes. Yes, she did. She needed to do whatever it took to get his cock again. She nodded approval.

He got her clit between his thumb and forefinger, and he roughly twisted it a few times. She had a very hard time not crying out there. To not cry out would need focus like she’d never had before, and what with the overwhelming sex smell, the likely light-headedness, her tongue and nipples trapped by the chopsticks and her clit being worked by the ferocious wand, she had a lot to contend with.

And after he finished twisting, he applied the cup to her clit and turned on the wand, slowly at first and then building to maximum power over the course of a minute.

And there it stayed, on full power, ravaging her poor clit like never before. She focussed on keeping quiet, pulling on her restraints occasionally in an involuntary way, but never being able to move a lot.

She was totally lost in the sensations, and she had no idea of time. Quite frankly, he could have had her there for hours and she would have had no idea, she was that overwhelmed with sensations and pain. But as her orgasms started to grow, her pain seemed to subside a little. At one point, he tightened the rubber bands on the chopsticks, thereby increasing the pressure and pain from them. She pulled against the restraints again as she came, the unfulfilling nature of an orgasm without something in her cunt only added to the frustration.

She lost all track of time, of orgasms, of pain, and was settled in for the long haul. But suddenly, the cup vanished from her clit. He undid the rubber bands and freed her tongue and nipples and he released the restraints, freeing her limbs. She assumed he deliberately left her panties there, so she did so too.

He stroked her hair and said she did amazingly well and passed the test, so he’d give her an hour, then she’d get a bonus fuck before she left. But she’d still need to pass the clit test next time as well.

She didn’t care. Her body performed, and she got a massive kick out of it. She wasn’t scared of failing now (although she did fail to realise that the retest got longer the more you failed the first tests).

Her body recovered lot in that hour, and her fuck this time wasn’t an unconnected from behind fuck, but a “Cuddle Huddle”, still firm powerful strokes, but in a position that is mostly cuddling, and this fuck included something she had never done with him – kissing him. She was happy. She was getting something she didn’t expect, and she wanted to work out why it was so good.

Climbing The Greasy Pole (Part Two)

There Victoria was, bent over the balcony in a very expensive hotel suite looking at the city skyline all lit up, her freshly fucked cunt uncovered by her lifted-up dress and out to the breeze. She knew she had to pass a test to get to fuck him again, and she needed to, for her cunt’s sake and that of her career.

She felt her ultimate boss’ fingers part her cunt lips and something plastic and tight fitting cup around her clit. With his hand again in the small of her back, he told her she could not move, and her clit had to remain in contact with the wand, how long for was entirely up to him, but he did like punishing clits.

With some false bravado, she told him to do his worst. She’d been pretty rough with her clit herself, but she had a feeling this guy would surpass her own clit punishment.

The plastic clit cup started vibrating, firstly at a slow pace, then building up a minute at a time until the wand was on full power. She remembered it as a total beast; harsher, stronger and more powerful than anything she had used before. Very soon, her clit was starting to throb, and she felt the desire to try to break contact with the vibrating cup even for a brief second. But she knew if she did, she was done.

She gritted her teeth and bit her lip, trying desperately to resist the urge to shout stop. Her clit was swollen and throbbing as wave after wave of vibrations flowed through it. But amid the ferocity of the vibrations, she started to feel an orgasm building. Her clit was feeling both pain and a throb of orgasm at the same time, and very quickly she started screaming as he made her cum. But even as she came, he didn’t stop the vibration assault on her clit. As the orgasm ebbed away, the pain of the rubbed and swollen clit came back with a vengeance. She wasn’t sure how much more she could take of this. Her clit was getting bigger and bigger, harder and harder, more and more raw and this was definitely past pleasure now for her. But she was determined to give him what he wanted.

And then, all of a sudden, the vibrating cup left her clit, and she felt his tongue licking around her clit and then his teeth gently biting on her clit (not enough for blood, but enough for her to feel the joins between his teeth). It felt like he was chewing on her clit, which was a little painful given the swollen and abused state of her clit, but also rather pleasurable. After a while of this, she felt his mouth leave her and again felt the wind blowing round her cunt.

While she was in a slightly delirious mixture of endorphins and pain, he told her each time they fucked, she’d have to do the clit test again, and each time, she’d have to last longer than the previous, oh and he wouldn’t tell her how long she had been or whether she had beaten her time. She knew it was only a matter of time before she failed the test, and she didn’t want to know what happened when she did.

But it was clear he was in charge, and it was clear he was going to fuck her again, so from her perspective, it was job done.

After a brief period of alone time, he helped her up and stripped off her dress and bra. He threw the bra off the balcony, and it disappeared down to the street below. He sat on a chair on the balcony, with his mouth at tit height. He pulled her towards him and started sucking on her nipples, slowly getting more and more rough until he was doing the same safe chewing action he used on her clit. Her nipples were getting hard again, and he seemed to know when she was starting to feel another orgasm building, because it got close, and then he pinched her clit quite viciously, instantly making her start to cum. Her legs collapsed and he caught her and laid her on the balcony floor, where he just stood watching her, sipping on his champagne.

As she looked up at him, she knew she was there for his pleasure, a toy for him. But she had to remember why she was there: friends in high places and promotion.

He told her she had done well, and she’d earned herself another fuck right now, and a meeting next time he was in the area. He held out a hand to help her up, and she accepted it, and went to kiss him after she was up. He stepped back and told her no kissing, before leading her back into the suite. He bent her over the sofa, which was at a perfect height to really make her legs open for him. He ploughed his cock into her again, making her rear up as he drove in and making her tits swing. But after about a dozen hard strokes, he started on a more gentle, yet pacey, fuck, building her orgasm the old-fashioned way. They both knew this would take a while, but she could revel in a long hard fuck with her cunt filled by a long hard cock.

She thought she was all orgasmed out, but his persistence and rhythm made another orgasm start to build. Quite how he found that in her she did not know, but she could feel him getting harder and harder as she got closer and closer. She cried out a little, then longer as her orgasm started, and he slammed in to her and his cock pulsed and more cum spewed into her cunt. Her tits ached from the swinging (which they were unaccustomed to at the time), but nevertheless, she loved that viscous snapping action.

When they had both finished, she felt his cock withdraw, and she heard him say she could see herself out. She looked round and he’d gone, leaving her cummy cunt flapping in the open, leaving her aching tits dangling and leaving her desperate for more cock. She wasn’t getting any though, and she put on the dress, having to be braless and choosing to be pantyless. She then left the room and went down to reception.

The concierge smiled that innocent concierge smile and handed her her bra (hanging, so the enormity of her cups was visible to anyone in reception). She brazened it out, thanking him and asking him to call her a cab.

She came down from the sexual high in the cab, and was exhausted, but pretty pleased with herself. Despite the pain, that was the most amazing sex she had had, the strongest and most repeated orgasms she had had, and she was desperate to get another dose; she’d never had that before. She had never got in a cab before holding her bra, panties in her bag, cum oozing from her cunt and throbbing nipples and clit. She was a wreck, but a very happy wreck.

Shortly after she got home, right when she was tending to her sore and abused clit and nipples, she received a text from him telling her she could be late in tomorrow. He’d sort it. My god, she thought, this might actually work.

Climbing The Greasy Pole (Part One)

Victoria has always worked in a male dominated industry and was good at her job, and yet around nine years ago (when she was about 23), she was passed over for promotion several times. Despite receiving feedback, she was never sure why, and just got more and more frustrated over time.

One night, in her head, she was screaming “Who do I have to fuck to get promoted?” Desperation really, but over the course of the night, she rationalised that it was a good idea. She liked sex, she was pretty used to mediocre sex, and who knows, the boss she chose to fuck might actually be a good lay.

She had already worked out the power of her body, but she had never given thought to actively using that power. In fact, it disgusted her really: the whole thought was totally the opposite of her personal moral code.

But over the following weeks, several things happened that convinced her she needed to put aside her revulsion and start fucking her way to the top. None of her rivals for promotion were playing fair, so she decided it was time to use what she had.

It was strange that once she’d taken the decision, she felt a new calm. Finally, she was doing something about it. But who to fuck? Her current supervisor was a sleaze (and probably the reason she wasn’t promoted), so she definitely wasn’t fucking him. She went up the command chain, ruling each one out until she got to the managing director of the company. He seemed like a decent guy, and he had clearly taken a shine to her on the odd occasion they had come into contact. And there was the added bonus that he had other sites to look after, so he wouldn’t be there every day.

An opportunity emerged a few weeks later when the company was looking for volunteers to man a stand at a trade show. She knew he’d be there for quite a bit, so this was her chance. She was a bit disappointed though, as despite flirting relentlessly with him, he showed no flicker of interest. On the final evening in the bar, she virtually threw herself at him (she described it as she had the dignity of a baby giraffe), and still nothing. She was resigned for her plan not working, and had started thinking about a plan B.

But then, a few days later, out of the blue, she received an email from him saying he wanted to take her out to dinner to thank her for the hard work she put in on the stand. She was all excited but realised the email might not just be an excuse to get together but might actually be being truthful about the reason. She needed to stay calm and see where it went.

She put on her tightest figure-hugging dress and the best bra for it, which happened to create a really good deep cleavage, and paired it with the tiniest sexiest thong panties she owned. She popped a toothbrush in her clutch bag (a sign of intent if ever there was one), and she prepared herself for a night of hot sex, or a night of disappointment.

The first hour or so was business like, without a flicker of interest, and she had resigned herself to it just being a nice gesture. At one point in the conversation, he spoke about the fact that he wasn’t comfortable with not being in charge, which is why he loves running a business. She didn’t realise the significance of that comment until a little later.

The turning point was whilst waiting for their dessert order to arrive. She decided that she needed to powder her nose (in a very English lady kind of way), and after she excused herself, as she got up, he said in a very matter of fact way that he didn’t think she’d need to be wearing panties when she came back. It was such an out of the blue comment that she just found herself nod once as if in confirmation, and she turned to go to the ladies.

Now she was getting excited. If he wanted her without panties, he’d get her without panties. She wasn’t blowing this now. She felt a tingle in her cunt, giving her feelings she didn’t often experience – that of an aching desire to be filled with cock. This was more than about promotion now; this was about her getting a good fuck.

She was both nervous and exhilarated as she rammed her tiny panties into her clutch bag. She kept reminding herself not to jump him, and to act suave and sophisticated. It was the not knowing that made this delicious. As she left the ladies, she was trying to channel high class escort rather than cock hungry slut.

She walked back to the table and sat down opposite him. He said something she couldn’t remember and she just opened her clutch bag and showed him the contents. He lifted them up a little with a couple of fingers, smiled and said how much better that was.

And then the desserts turned up. She had to pretend to give a shit about a slice of cheesecake whilst the small talk returned. Once they had finished, he asked her if she wanted a nightcap back at his hotel. (No, she wanted a fuck, but a nightcap might get her there). It was all business on the journey back, through reception and right into the suite. It was massive and had a private balcony overlooking the city skyline all lit up.

She went out on to the balcony and looked at the view. She got a little lost in the view and didn’t really register him behind her. She felt his hand in the small of her back, bending her over the balcony rail. She looked over and registered him, realising his eyes were filled with lust. She smiled at him and turned back to face the view, as he lifted up her skirt and pushed his hard cock into her cunt in a single slow deliberate movement.

Neither of them said a word as he started sliding his cock in and out, getting more and more frantic as he slammed his cock into her. She knew she wasn’t about to cum, so she used her cunt muscles to squeeze his cock with everything she had. It was clearly too much for him, as soon he got even harder and then she felt him spewing cum deep into her cunt.

When he was done, he pulled out and she started to move, to which he told her she hadn’t been given permission to move yet. She settled back down, cummy cunt on display towards him into the room. She sneaked a look over her shoulder and he wasn’t wearing anything below the waist and was walking round with his cock hanging out without a care in the world.

She waited with the cool air circulating round her cunt until she heard him behind her. He told her that if she wanted him to fuck her again, she needed to pass a little test. She was a little nervous but determined. After all, this was what she had planned – using her body to get ahead.

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