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Furnishing For Sex (Part Two)

In our look at furnishing our fabulous new house for sex, we’ve reached our wonderful kitchen diner. We’ve mentioned the kitchen, but we have a lovely open kitchen diner in which to deploy our dining table and chairs. Like other furniture, these were bought for sturdiness, as we had previously broken a chair and had a loud crack from a table we were fucking on. We bought a table with a steel frame and a solid top (with curved edges so they are comfy to lean up against). We’ve fucked both bent over it and lying on it, and it holds up well. The dining table has a shallow hidden drawer, which is another place we are going to leave spanking tools and other sex toys.

The chairs were harder to come by. Most dining room chairs only have comparatively spindly legs, so having two people on the same chair (for example to fuck in Cowgirl or to have one bent over the other’s lap to spank) is a no-go. So, we found some chairs with thick chunky steel frames. The chairs are light enough to be perfectly good for normal use, but very sturdy with a decent amount of padding, and they are actually certified for over the weight of all three of us on the same chair. We’ve tested them on a good number of occasions, and they came through with flying colours.

But the new kitchen diner gives us the chance to add a comfy chair into the mix, so someone can sit in comfort and talk to the chef (this is something we have wanted for ages). My husband wanted to go for a chair that was the same as in one of the temporary places we lived in. It is a single person sofa known as a tub chair, and he wanted one with a very particular dimension. That dimension was from the floor to the top of the seat cushion. Because in the place we were staying, the tub shape held me nicely in position, making me feel very cocooned, and with him kneeling on the floor, he was at the perfect height for my cunt, and even better, if I spread my legs and lifted them up, he was the perfect height for my asshole too. In the house with the example chair, we fucked in the chair twelve times (five cunt and seven asshole), way more than anywhere else in that house, as I thought I wasn’t going to have such a chair again. But we found a supplier that makes such chairs, and they were able to make the legs sturdier for us, and the exact height we needed them to be for the cocooned fuck to work. What an amazing fuck it should be when the chair gets delivered (which should be before New Year).

To complete the picture of the downstairs, there is a small hall and downstairs loo to be fucked in, and there is a small front garden, larger rear garden, and conservatory. All are overlooked, but we will have to fuck in each of them somehow. We’ve fucked in every outside space we’ve ever had, and we aren’t going to miss these out, although there is no rush to get this done. Likewise, the garage will need to be fucked in, as well as its big loft area (and the loft area of the house too). (Again, we’ve fucked in every inside space we’ve had too, including temporary and holiday lets). What is nice about the garage is that it is rather wider than a standard up and over garage door, so you can get in and out of the car on both sides whilst you are in the garage. Sounds like it will be perfect for some car sex (whilst being safely hidden from view). I’ve not had enough car sex in my life, and there is even enough scope in the garage to be bent into the car but standing on the outside. Sounds perfect for me.

Our plans for upstairs in the house are really exciting and a little more radical as well.

Firstly, the bathroom. It is a wet room shower room, which is brilliant for watersports and things like enemas. In addition, the tiles on both the walls and the floor are grippy for attaching dildos to. There is plenty of room for sitting down watersports positions, and even for being fucked bent over the toilet or basin. Being a wet room, everything can be hosed down, making it completely versatile and perfect for various types of wet kink play.

Of the three bedrooms, the largest is the only one that will fit our Super King Size bed in it. We need something that large for the three of us. There is a large built-in wardrobe in it for our clothes. The bed is our old one, perfectly in keeping with the aesthetic, and is obviously sturdy: it was bought to be as it sees a lot of vigorous activity. (We’ve broken 2 beds before, so this was purchased with that in mind). The bed has lots of places to attach restraints, and we have Vicki’s underbed restraints, which are permanently in place. We have a chest of drawers primarily for clothes, but the top drawer will be for spanking tools and sex toys.

The third and smallest bedroom can still house a double bed, but we are using that as an office. We have a desk each and office chairs, all rigid enough for some “office sex” and lots of spanking. (My addiction to the secretary scenario spankings shows no sign of abating). Loads of drawers in there, so one of them will house some spanking tools and wands, for secretary discipline purposes.

Also in this room is a sofa bed. It looks like a sofa, but it is a full-sized single mattress inside the cover, and the height of the top of the mattress is important here too. As we discovered a few weeks ago, that particular height is very important for doggy to work for me, and our main bed is way too high. So, as well as having somewhere more comfortable to sit to work, we also have a viable doggy option and a softer place to get bent over to be fucked from behind.

In recent times, I realised that I would like some sort of dedicated sex room for the kinkier and less mainstream stuff; think dungeon but without the all-stone and damp aesthetic. If we get rid of enough of our stuff (and believe me, there is plenty to get rid of), we could use the second bedroom as that sex room. It is early days of design, but our two queening chairs will live in there (still also for use as video conference points with someone licking underneath).

I dare say there will be some sort of glass display unit for the bulk of our sex toys. There is another large built-in wardrobe in there, and this will house our ever-growing collection of costumes (as well as seasonal overflow from the main wardrobe).

Both the second bedroom and bathroom have really good sturdy beams above them. This is allowing us to put strong anchor points in the ceiling of each room for things like ceiling attached sex swings. I’ve wanted one of those for the longest time, and this is the first time we have the opportunity. We’ll be ordering one in the coming days and giving it a go at our tenth anniversary of being together (which is mid-January).

Since every wall in the place is brick, there is no shortage of strength to mount wall mounted anchor points on to, so we’ve also decided to put some of those (similar to the ceiling ones) in both rooms too.

The sound reduction properties of brick are also useful to keep our sex noise away from the neighbours; in particular, I’m always concerned about the noise made by the spanking implements, as well as our cries and screams, which sometimes sound more of pain than of pleasure.

No doubt, the sex room will gain further equipment over time, possibly including a decent fucking machine, a load of more extreme toys, and some other permanent wall restraints, but it is very much a work in progress and is dependent on us getting rid of enough stuff to free up the room: that is a rather compelling target with a massive incentive to get it done.

What’s great about these plans is that every room apart from the sex room looks perfectly innocent and suitably proper for visitors, and yet every room holds its sex uses and is furnished particularly for sex.

It will take us a good while to get everything in place, particularly the sex room, but some of the elements are already in place, and we are taking full advantage of them. The place feels lovely, and we are so lucky to have it. We can get a lot more things settled during the Christmas and New Year break (when none of the three of us are at work) and start the New Year with our stuff mostly unpacked and a list of purchases we need to make. Time to earn some more money to pay for all this sex equipment!

Furnishing For Sex (Part One)

After a turbulent few months of living here and there, we’ve finally moved into our amazing new house. When we decided to move north, we had a vision of the future, a vision of what our new life would be like. We had in mind a particular kind of home in a particular part of our favourite village. We knew we weren’t likely to find that dream property on the first attempt, so weren’t actually picky about the property or precise location (as long as it was in the right area) as we desperately needed somewhere to live.

But the housing rental market is fierce, and it took way more time than we expected, but by hard work and making the most of personal connections, we’ve actually managed to get a house, and it is in our preferred village. Even better, when we drove round the village in the early days, we pointed at a row of houses and said one of those would suit us nicely. Little did we know all those months later that we’d actually be moving into one of them.

It is a glorious three bedroom detached cottage with a conservatory and garage. The owners are happy to have three people on the tenancy and know what our relationship situation is. They want long term tenants, and we want to make this place our permanent home and are hoping to be here for a lot of years to come. The place itself has loads of original features and handily doesn’t have the type of features we don’t like. The rooms are nicely sized, not too small, but not too large to heat in the colder months. As the pandemic becomes more dangerous again, having a permanent home is even more important, and that fact that it is located somewhere beautiful is a bonus.

So now we have a house full of boxes that we are starting to unpack, but this place is gorgeous, and we really want to make it a lovely home, a home to be proud of.

But this is me, a kinky slut living with two other kinky sluts, so as well as being a home to be proud of, it has to be a home that functions well for sex. Because sex isn’t an “in the bedroom” thing, it’s a whole house thing, it’s an all-embracing thing, it’s an anywhere you can thing, it’s an any time you want thing, of course all whilst being fine upstanding citizens and pillars of the local community.

Ever since I first bought furniture with my now husband (then fiancé), we have had one eye on their sex potential. Heights, lengths, and sturdiness were all thought of when making a purchase.

We started fucking on my original sofa within days of us getting together (I’d never done that before) and carried on working our way round furniture we then had all around the house. So, when we broke that sofa through one too many vigorous sex sessions, we decided that we needed to take the realities of the rigours of sofa sex into account in making our selection of a replacement. We also started looking at various design features that could be of use for sex in our selection.

We decided on a sofa that was stylish but had a lot of interesting qualities. Firstly, it was a three-seater chaise sofa, so it was a three-seater sofa that one of the seats was a chaise. This had the advantage that the sofa was therefore long enough that you can lie flat on it (and press on the solid arms with your feet to get drive into your fuck). It had wide and short legs to which you could attach restraints (like cuffs or spreader bars), and it had 8 stout legs along its length, thus giving great sturdiness.

But the best thing about it is the bit of the chaise that sticks out, as that has become one of my husband’s favourite spanking positions. With him sitting on the end of the chaise, Vicki or I get to go over his lap, with our feet on the floor one side and our hands on the floor the other, tits swinging wildly. The chaise bit is also great for bending over on your knees, as it gives good access from behind to someone else on their knees or on their feet leaning over you.

The versatility of that one piece of furniture has been amazing, and the sofa is coincidentally totally in keeping with the new colour scheme and is, of course, going into our new lounge.

The new lounge is a lovely size. Big enough, but still cosy, with a lovely fire, a nice long wall for our books (including our naughty section), and pride of place for the sofa. Paula has bought us a big thick rug for in front of the fire (like the one in the cottage we fucked on). I absolutely loved fucking on that rug, so it is a lovely addition to the room. I think that is a hint though, but she’ll get to test it soon.

We’ve made a decision to designate drawers in multiple locations to hold sex toys. We’re going to buy multiple paddles and tawses, so we can leave them in strategic places around the house. It would be very annoying to have to go upstairs to get a paddle if the spanking will happen on the sofa, so in the lounge, we have a wall only suitable for a sideboard, and whilst the main cupboards will hold my sewing machines, one of the drawers will hold a selection of spanking implements, wands, and other sex toys.

Also in that room are the stairs, and for the first time in over 5 years, we have some stairs to fuck on. I love fucking on stairs, and we used to do it regularly in a number of positions on our previous stairs and have already started doing so again. At the bottom of the stairs in my favourite, but there is a 90 degree bend at the top of the stairs, and that opens up new position possibilities we are looking forward to trying.

We also fuck rather a lot in the kitchen. One of my favourite positions is being bent over the sink with my tits dipping into the water as he fucks me. We have a lovely big sink that is not too deep, so it doesn’t take a massive amount of water to fill it up, and the tit dipping is as sexy as ever. We also have a washing machine that is in a line of units up a corner, so there is worksurface to the right and coming forwards from it; this gives me something to hold on to if, for example, I was to stick a dildo to it, impale myself onto the dildo and put the washing machine on a long spin cycle. There is plenty of worksurface to get bent over, or to sit on to give someone a chance to play. (I know a bare ass or oozing cunt is hardly ideal in a food preparation area, but given we put things like cum and cunt juices into the cooking, it hardly matters).

But we have a lovely open kitchen diner, so we can deploy our lovely dining table and chairs. In the second part, we talk about that and then move on to the rest of our wonderful new house.

Fresh Meat (Part Four)

It was well over a week before Victoria saw them again. She was denied cock last time they were here; she was even denied cumming; she wasn’t going to be denied this time. She was desperate for cock, even to the point that she considered going out to get some cock from elsewhere. But she waited and was about ready to explode.

They had been in the building for about 4 hours and had not even acknowledged her (although they had no particular need to interact with her in a work context). Home time came and went, the co-owners were still working, and Vicki was still waiting, and getting hotter under the collar. It was nearing an hour after home time and still nothing, so Vicki decided to take things into her own hands. She was going to get her doses of cock, no matter what.

Mustering up all the bravado she could, she opened the door to their office and walked in. They were standing by a whiteboard scribbling notes when Vicki walked up to them. They weren’t distracted from their scribblings until Vicki got close and just started rubbing their cocks through their trousers. That made them notice her. Still, nobody had said a word, but their cocks were both getting very hard quickly under Vicki’s ministering. The light haired one, the tits man, pulled at the shoulder straps of her dress, whilst the dark haired one moved round behind her (making her adjust her hand position to keep rubbing his cock), undid her bra and the light haired one removed it and dropped it to the floor, before grabbing onto her tits, kneading, and squeezing them roughly. She loved it.

She saw some eye movements, presumably aimed at the dark haired one behind her, and then the light haired one grabbed her tits and started pulling her in the direction of the desk. The three of them moved together, Vicki’s tits being twisted, but she still maintained contact with their covered cocks, which were still continuing to grow.

As the light haired one’s ass touched the desk, Vicki let go of both cocks and undid the trousers in front of her (no underwear present), dropping them to the floor, before clambering onto the light haired one’s lap and lowering her cunt onto his hard cock, the tip of which was already beaded in pre-cum. He took his shirt off as she started riding, and then pulled down towards him, her tits pressing into his chest. Whilst she was riding, she felt her ass cheeks get pulled apart and something cold and sticky strike her ass pucker, followed by the sticky substance being worked into her pucker. She was being anally lubed, and after repeated applications, the light haired one stopped his movements, and she felt the dark haired one’s glans press against her pucker. This wasn’t her first anal, but it was the first time she was filled front and back at the same time. The light haired one’s cock was so hard and filling. The dark haired one was still fairly small loading his cock into her ass, but once he was inside her ass, he began growing very quickly as he moved in and out. She was about to tell him to stop his movements to give her ass a chance when he did so anyway, the light haired one in her cunt recommencing fucking movements. They carried on alternately fucking her, whilst the other was still buried in her, until her body started betraying the fact that she was near to cumming.

Then, they rather blew her mind by both doing fucking movements at the same time, perfectly in rhythm, as one left, the other entered, meaning she had this feeling of being filled alternately. It felt very good, and they were able to carry it on for quite a while, but she was getting no closer to cumming, and they knew it. It was the perfect activity to edge her, frustrating her as well as being amazing. When they felt like they were coming close to cumming, and she was on the right on the edge, they both stopped with their cocks fully inside her.

Then, again in perfect rhythm, they began driving into her in unison, cunt, and asshole both being filled or both being very empty. The halt had let her orgasm slide further away again, but now they’d got her building towards orgasm again, and she heard them talking to each other, seemingly trying to synchronise their respective orgasms, and seemingly trying to hold off as long as possible to wait for her orgasm. But she knew she would cum the hardest if she fought it, and she suspects they realised it when she started biting her lip.

She thought she had it under control, until the light haired one started pulling at her nipples again (without her tits leaving his chest), tweaking and rolling them in his fingers. She was fighting it as hard as she could. She didn’t want it to be over. But they knew they had her where they wanted her, and they knew the harder she fought it, the harder she’d cum when the inevitable happened, and they knew the harder she squeezed their cocks as she came, the better the chance they’d cum at the same time. They were improving their situation as well, as their cocks were now huge, and so intensely tight in her holes, making it inevitable she will squeeze their cocks when she cums.

Their focus was absolute. A laser-like focus on making this slut cum. Vicki however was starting to lose focus, starting to get a little delirious. The sensations across multiple parts of her body were overwhelming her. Her determination to fight the orgasm to the last meant that the world outside their threesome had disappeared; she could have had the whole of the office watching and she would have had no idea.

Their rhythm was relentless, both driving in together and both pulling out together. Very very full to very very empty in seconds, over and over again.

And then, in an instant, the fight was over. She had started to cum, squeezing down on their cocks and making them start to spew cum into her. She felt the dark haired ones hand come from behind to roughly assault her clit, whilst the light haired ones hands did the same to her nipples. It was probably the longest orgasm she’d ever had, and they really stretched in out, totally exhausting her. They stayed buried deep in her for about a minute, as the last spurts of cum flowed into her, before simultaneously withdrawing from her body. She felt very satisfied, yet very empty.

They each presented their cocks to her mouth for clean up, and then went back to work. Still a word had not been spoken between them. She knew the drill: adjust her clothes and leave. She didn’t mind as much as she used to, because she knew there would be more encounters. Back to her desk, put on the cum-covered panties, rub them into her cunt, then go home.

She fucked them over and over during the two years she worked there. She loved it. She never did find out who put the cum into her panties. But whoever it was never missed an opportunity; whenever she left her panties on her desk, they were always coated in cum on her return, and she always rubbed it into her cunt. Shame to waste it.

Fresh Meat (Part Three)

Victoria didn’t see the co-owners at all until the following Wednesday, when they arrived at about lunchtime. That was the longest week of her life (to that point). They had a stream of meetings all afternoon and didn’t make any attempt to contact her. Home time came and went, and she stayed at her desk working. She was really worked up and didn’t really want to think about the disappointment if nothing were to happen today.

Eventually one of them walked past her, telling her to come into the office in about ten minutes, and to leave her panties laid out on her desk, as she wouldn’t be needing them.

She entered the room at the prescribed time, closing the door behind her, and stood in between their desks. After a minute of being ignored, she heard one of them say “Still overclothed” and then go back to ignoring her.

She quickly removed her light summer dress and her bra and stood naked in front of them. She could feel her cunt already tingling, and that was without them actually touching her.

They each reached out, grabbing a tit each, and this time, groping it, kneading it, and flicking at her nipples with a thumb. Instead of throwing her head back this time, she looked down to see their respective cocks jumping to attention almost immediately and straining against their trousers.

Vicki suddenly fancied tasting cum, and she had two loaded cocks worth to play with. She put a hand to each cock and started rubbing at them, grasping, and squeezing, almost a mirror of what was happening to her tits.

She knew she needed to choose a cock to go into her mouth first, so she asked the men for a coin, which one produced without breaking contact with her tit or her hand. She showed them each side of the coin and asked them to decide who was heads and who tails. As the dark haired one was the ass man, he took tails. As the light haired one was the tits man, he took heads.

She flicked the coin and let it fall to the floor, all three of them breaking contact to lean over to see the result. It was heads.

She knelt down in front of the light haired owner and put her hands back to his hidden cock. She undid his fly and removed the mostly hard cock and fairly sizable balls from his trousers, making note of his apparent lack of underwear. She was so eager to get that cock in her mouth that she almost grabbed his cock on instinct, licking round his glans a few times, before starting to inhale it further in. Once she had used her fingers to surround his cock and run up and down it a few times, she heard a calm voice telling her to keep his cum in her mouth, to show him the cum once she had drained him and wait for instructions. Finally, an instruction; it took her having a mouth full of cock for an instruction to emerge, and she was a good girl; she’d do as she was told.

Vicki was a good cock sucker, having had plenty of experience at school and university, and she quite liked this guy, and his cock was getting harder by the second. She focussed on where she was running her tongue, particularly his frenulum, which caused his cock to get harder each time she touched it. She could feel she had him so near and she just kept working his frenulum and glans until the inevitable happened: his cock pulsed, and she felt a flood of sticky cum filling her mouth. She kept flicking his frenulum with the end of her tongue until his cock had nothing more to offer, then obeying instructions, she released his cock, and with chest puffed out, she showed him her mouth full of cum. She was expecting him to tell her to swallow it, but he told her to dribble it out onto the top of her tits, and only to swallow when she could spit no more.

She knelt a little more upright and starting dribbling and spitting his cum out over the top of her tits and into the gap between them. There was an awful lot of cum, so she had a lot of work to do emptying her mouth. After she had pushed out all she could, she looked up at him and swallowed, and then sat there, smiling (with perhaps a hint of smugness), with a cum/saliva mix glistening on her cleavage, running down between her tits. What a sight; a sight he clearly enjoyed.

She looked across at the dark haired owner’s cock, so see that still hidden but clearly still hard. She shuffled over, removed his cock and balls through his fly and started sucking on his cock. The frenulum moves were less effective on him but using her tongue to close round his cock and jam his glans against the back of her throat had a similar effect. He was clearly excited, as he really didn’t last long before he started spewing his load into her mouth. A little of it trickled down her throat, but she kept most of it in her mouth, as she tried to milk every last drop from his cock.

Once she was done, she again dribbled the bulk of the cum onto her already cum coated tits and swallowed only the last bit.

She got back to her feet and gave them a good view of her cum covered tits, the office lights glistening of them, their eyes locked on them.

They told her she could go, but they wanted her to leave the building with the covering on her tits undisturbed. She was nervous, but had the front to do it, and there were few people around to notice.

She went back to her desk to pack her things up and retrieve her panties. But, to her surprise, her gusset, and the inside of the front of her panties were liberally covered in cum. It wasn’t either of the co-owners, as they never left the office, but who else was it? She was awoken from her thought process by the dark haired one, telling her to put them on. She had no idea who’s cum it was, but after she put them on, he patted the front of her panties, pushing the cum in between her lips. He told her to leave the panties on until bedtime, and to leave the cum on the top of her tits until bedtime too, and then he told her to swallow all the cum she could.

She got home without incident, even though her tits were glistening with cum, and she spent the evening feeling the cum against her cunt and her tits, reminding her of her session with the co-owners. When she was ready to go to sleep, as instructed, she scraped as much cum off her tits, cunt, and panties as she could and swallowed it all. She liked eating cum. It was a treat. The cum of (she thought) three men was a really big treat, and almost as much cum as she could swallow, but she wasn’t wasting it. She even used a spoon to scrape it off her skin and to dig some out of her cunt; her movements over the hours had made some of it go far too deep into her cunt to retrieve.

She enjoyed it, and they made her feel owned (particularly being labelled with cum in public), but next time, she was determined to get fucked again. Cum inside is better than cum outside.

Fresh Meat (Part Two)

Victoria was standing topless in front of the two co-owners of the business, nipples hard and proud, cunt still covered with the tiniest panties, but increasingly slick.

She was smoking hot, and all they were doing was looking. She needed some touch, some contact, some groping, but she realised they weren’t going to tell her what to do next, that they weren’t going to grab her there and then. She realised that she would have to make the next move. She was so worked up that she’d have laid on the desk with her cunt held wide open. But she knew that wasn’t the right thing to do. She didn’t want to seem desperate. Ludicrous really given she’d just got her tits out for them.

She decided to lose the panties after all and thought of the sexiest way to do so. She turned round, bent at the waist, then pulled at the waistband on either side, the thin piece of fabric up her ass crack needing a couple of small tugs to free itself from her crack. She dropped the thong to the floor and stepped out of it. She bent at the waist again to pick her thong up, flashing just a little of her juicy cunt between her legs as she did it. As she turned round, panties in hand, she could see their respective cocks straining more against their trousers. She would put a hand to each of their trouser covered cocks and started rubbing soon enough, but now was time to get their hands exploring her body, stroking it, caressing it, probing it, penetrating it. She offered them her panties, and the light haired owner took them and inhaled deep of them, before passing on to the dark haired owner who did the same.

He put them down on the table, and rejoined the other co-owner in looking at her now naked body. Her tits were rising up and down in expectation of something happening and her breath was slightly short.

And then it happened. The dark haired one reached out a hand and cupped the underside of her left tit, the light haired one doing the same to her right, and each man brought her nipple to their mouth and started licking, sucking, and almost chewing on them. Each man was fully focussed on their respective nipple and on squeezing their respective tit. Vicki closed her eyes, threw her head slightly back and emitted a gentle pleasurable moan. She lost track of time but was totally immersed in this simple act.

She felt the mouths leave her nipples and her left tit was released, only to be re-grabbed a moment later, and for rough squeezing and kneading of both of her tits to be inflicted by the light haired one. The dark haired on picked up her panties again, rolled them into a little ball, then came over to her. Placing his right hand on her ass to hold her in place, he brought her panties to her cunt and slickly pushed them into her cunt, bracing her against the hand on her ass. Her cunt was so slick with her juices that this was easily achieved. Then, he started using his fingers to work her cunt, rhythmically rubbing her lips and clit, as well as pushing the panties further in. She felt his right hand turn on her ass, and what she assumed was his middle finger slip deep into her ass crack, his finger brushing against her asshole.

Her breathing was getting quicker, her body was started to move, and all three of them knew she was heading to an orgasm. As she got very close, she was crying out, and she felt the hands leave her tits grabbing at each nipple and twisting them ferociously, at the same time as a hand twisted her clit in the same harsh manner. She came really hard and the dark haired one used his fingers to rub circles over her slightly painful clit to stretch her orgasm out as long as he could.

She was a little unsteady on her feet, so one of them guided her to the desk, leaning her up against it, ass facing them and gently nudged at her back with a hand. As she leant forward, her naked tits swung down and squashed into the desk. She saw one of the men standing across the desk from her close to her face, his trousered cock straining against its enclosure. She felt the other man nudge her legs apart so that her stomach rested on the desk, squashing her tits even more. She couldn’t quite see which person was. She felt some fingers fish round in her cunt for her panties and slickly remove them, making her feel empty.

The cock in front of her was revealed from its covering, and a hand offered the glans to her lips. At the same time, she felt what she thought was another glans rubbing up and down her cunt folds. Were they really going to fuck her right now? Were they really going to spit roast her in her first week?

She had a pang of guilt as she thought she should strike a blow for womankind and say no to “being taken advantage of”. But as the glans in front of her was slightly pressed against her lips, she opened her mouth and inhaled the cock in. She felt a hand on the back of her head as he started fucking motions. This wasn’t to be a blow job with her in control, this was to be a face fuck with him in control, using her face for his pleasure, rather than hers.

At the same time, she felt the glans at her cunt stop moving up and down and slowly worm its way between her cunt lips and bury itself into her slick cunt, two hands grabbing onto her ass cheeks to give him something to drive against. She had the twin sensations of both cocks growing inside her, the small strokes of each cock getting faster as each cock got harder. This was a raw fuck that all too soon ended with each cock spewing cum inside her. She swallowed that in her mouth, and her cunt felt unfulfilled having been filled with cum, but not orgasming herself this time.

And as soon as the two cocks had finished pumping cum into her, they were withdrawn, and she was left empty at both ends. Trying to recover her composure, she opened her eyes expecting big grins all round. What she got was that same determined focus they had for their business, and she was still none the wiser as to who had fucked her face and who had fucked her cunt.

The dark haired one told her to get dressed and then leave them to it, as they still had a lot of work to do. She felt pretty awful at being made to cum and being fucked, then just dismissed, but as she went to leave after having got dressed, the light haired one told her that she did well, and they’d expect more next week.

Far from being upset, feeling used or cheap, Vicki really enjoyed it. She felt in control, like she had these two men where she wanted them, all wound up and likely to be wanting more. It turns out that she liked this kind of activity and as it was only her fourth day, she was bizarrely excited for what might happen.

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